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evermoreparker · 3 years ago

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Lost In Translation- Part Two

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

prologue part 1

A/n: Hey! Please reblog, and if you want to, let me know your thoughts in the comments!! :)💖

Current day

‘’Umm let me think- nope. Now could you please leave?’’ You start making your way towards your bed again.

‘’A 1000 for each.’’ Yea, that made you turn around.

‘’Are fucking kidding me? Are you gonna make me sell drugs or some shit?’’

‘’No it’s not that bad! We just need to fake date for a while because they bet that I couldn’t hook up with you.’’

‘’Hah and they are right. But who are they?’’ Ouch. Peter tries to ignore your smart remark.

‘’The frat guys. So are you in or not?’’

‘’Ew rich people are dumb. But what do we have to do?’’ Aw. You both hate dumb rich people.

‘’Yea they are. We just need to act like a couple, just holding hands and some kis-’’ You interrupt Peter before he could finish his sentence.

‘’Nope. No kisses, just put your hand between my thighs when we are sitting together and that’ll show the intimacy we need to prove that we are a couple.’’ Ok, yea that could work as well, but deep inside Peter still wonders what do your lips feel like.

‘’Alright, we can do that. We also need to go on a few dates so that people start seeing me and you together.’’

‘’Ok, but you are paying for it. So when are you gonna make a move?’’

‘’W-what?’’ Hold on, you wanted Peter to make a move on you?

‘’For the fake dating thing?’’ Oh. For that.

‘’Oh right, there’s a party tomorrow, we could go on a date today and then show up together at the frat.’’

‘’Do we have to be together at the party?’’ Shit you really hate him.

‘’Well, yea. If you wanna sell the idea that we are together.’’

‘’Ok, now can you please leave? I have some sleeping to do.’’

‘’Yea, yea, sure. Just- can you give me your number? You know, to schedule the fake dating thing.’’ Peter sounds so nervous, and he is, god how do you talk to someone you haven’t spoken in months?

‘’Yea I’ll text you, still the same number?’’ Hold on, you didn’t delete his number? That’s a good sign, right? He still knows yours by heart, god he sounds like a dick by asking that.

‘’Yea it is. Have a good saturday!!’’ Now what the fuck did he say? God, you must think he’s so weird. Peter leaves your room, cursing himself all the way to his dorm.

‘’Um… you too.’’ You close the door, throwing yourself on the bed, trying to rationalize what the fuck have you agreed to do.

A few hours later…

Peter has been trying to reach out for you since you texted him a simple ‘’hey’’, but he had forgotten how much of a deep sleeper you really were. Knowing how much you hate when people call you in the morning, he decided to call in the afternoon.

You wake up with an annoying ass ringtone that your friends had obligated you to use, since you never answered their calls.

‘’Fuck me, where’s that fucking phone oh my god!!!’’ You fumble with your blanket, until your phone falls on the ground and you see who’s calling, picking up your phone to turn it off until you remember the 1000 bucks, so you answer Peter.

‘’What?’’ Peter hates himself for loving your morning voice so much, well, afternoon voice.

‘’Hey, um do you wanna go to that new restaurant that just opened? I can come by your place by 7 if you want to…’’

‘’Sure, you’re paying for it so, I can’t refuse free drinks.’’ Yep, you didn’t like him.

‘’Alright, so I’ll be there at 7. Bye.’’

‘’Bye.’’

During that night…

‘’May, please just tell me which shirt I should wear?’’ Peter combs his hair with his fingers, while desperately trying to find his missing pair of sneakers.

‘’I need to know why you are so nervous first. Is it a girl? A boy?’’

‘’It’s a girl ok? Now please help me.’’

‘’I like the black one, but what girl? Do I know her?’’

‘’Bye May, thanks for your help.’’ Peter hangs up on his very curious aunt just in time for him to finish getting ready, and swinging to your place.

Peter stops before he knocks at your door, using his phone reflex to fix his hair and check his teeth, but you open the door right when he’s doing all that.

‘’... Are you ok?’’ Peter’s eyes widened seeing you, because he was caught by surprise at the most embarrassing moment ever, but also because, holy shit, you look so good.

‘’Yea yea yea. You?’’

‘’Yea, just come inside while I try to find my purse. Swear I put that thing on the table, but my roommate takes everything.’’ Your best friend overhears your conversation with Peter down the hallway, and goes to check who you are going out with. When she bursts your door open, that’s definitely the last person she imagined you’d be with.

‘’You dirty whore, that’s why you told me to go grocery shopp-’’ Before she could finish her sentence, she finally looks up to the brown eyed guy her friend hated. ‘’PETER? NO WAY.’’

‘’Um… Hi?’’ Peter looks like a scared puppy sitting on your bed.

‘’Relax, it’s not what you think.’’ You try to comfort your very confused friend.

‘’So you two are not fucking?’’ Well, no, but Peter wanted that to happen, but he’d never admit that, he hated you. Right?

‘’Ew no, now we have to go. Bye, wait up.’’ You close the door, with your purse now in your hands and with the guy you have been hating on for years in the other.

At the restaurant

‘’Ok, but there’s no way they are gonna believe we’re dating if you keep looking around. Do I make you nervous, Parker?’’ Peter almost chokes on his beer.

‘’Pfft please, you wish.’’ His voice cracks a bit, instantly making him regret opening his mouth. ‘’I’m just trying to find the guys here, they said they’d come by.’’

‘’Keep your pants on, your crushes didn’t arrive yet.’’

‘’Haha, very funny. Also they have one more guy betting on us, so it’s 1250 each now.’’

‘’Omg no way. They are so stupid wtf.’’

‘’Right?’’ Hold on, are you two actually talking with no insults towards each other? Yea, until a waiter showed up to get your orders.

‘’What can I get for you two?’’

‘’I want some fries and a beer,but he was wondering if you had the kid’s menu.’’ Peter looks at you as you whisper the last part, then at the waiter trying not to laugh at the face he made when you said that.

‘’No I don’t! I don’t look at it anymore!!’’

‘’Ok buddy, what can I get for you then?’’ Buddy?

‘’Well pal, I want some fries as well. And a beer!!’’

‘’I’m sorry, he’s kinda cranky since his recent changes in his body.’’ You mumble to the waiter, who laughs and goes to another table.

‘’You can’t spend a second without pissing me off, huh? Am I that irresistible?’’ Yea.

‘’Pfft, you wish.’’ Yea that’s gonna be a long night.

Just when Peter was gonna give you one more smart remark, your waiter is back with both of your fries, and handing you a paper with his number before walking away.

‘’Did he really just give you his number right in front of me? On our date?’’ Just as you were about to piss Peter a little bit off, his friends finally show up.

‘’Hey Parker. Who’s that?’’ Damn, that’s bad acting.

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#peter parker × reader #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #enemies to lovers #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #peter parker blurb

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unpopularly-opinionated · 3 years ago

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I don’t play WoW but I used to play Overwatch and Diablo and this touches on just the general issues that are inside of Activision Blizzard right now regarding the major decline of World of Warcraft and how they’re losing to Final Fantasy XIV, how if the latest WoW expansion or Overwatch 2 flop as they’re projected to do then Blizzard’s most definitely going to pivot almost entirely to mobile games, and how the differences in age demographics are actually dividing the company into multiple camps.

It’s important to note two things: 1) this could be fake but also 2) the link came from Grummz, a former team lead on WoW and producer on Diablo II and Starcraft. It still could be fake despite this, but if he’s sharing it then I feel like there’s at least some measure of truth in this.

Transcription below in case this gets deleted and/or you don’t wanna click the link. Warning, it’s fairly long.

“I’m dropping this here after getting chewed out for three hours over shit the chewee did at work so fuck it. Assume larp and let me vent.”

>Shadowlands is a shitshow. Critical response, Player drop off and just about every engagement metric outside of cash shop have been catastrophic. No higher up expected this because of their “we are too big to fail, if we built it they will come” mentality. They refuse to accept their focus on the world being a begrudged mechanic to funnel players to raiding is not appealing to the player base at large because it appeals to them. They have spent the last 4 months trying to course correct but there is no solid direction and the response to 9.1 has only made things worse.

>Sylvanas is planned to replace the Arbiter despite so many people in the company and god knows how many online saying this would be a total replication of Kerrigans storyline in Starcraft 2 that killed none competitive interest in the brand entirely and you can only go “no, no they WILL like it eventually” for so many real world years before its time to change course. Thus far that has not happened.

>The elephant in the room is FFXIV. To the people in charge they are acting like this came out of nowhere and don’t even seem to understand why its drawing players away in their tens of thousands. We have all tried to highlight things it is doing that are clearly appealing to an mmo audience and not, in my opinion, focussing more on mobile game style retention traps to keep MAU users and habit forming personalities logging in. Its not that they don’t care. They just seem so pig headed and digging their heels in with their fingers in their ears thinking all the problems will go away because WoW is “too big to fail”, there will never be real competition and “they will keep coming back”. But they aren’t coming back anymore. Not in the numbers they used to.

>The people making the spending choices know this. The new model for WoW is market the hell out of a expansion pack for a huge quarter then use 6 month lock ins to pad numbers for the quarters after that. Even if corona had not happened 9.1 still would have been dropping after the initial 6 month subs expired to “keep the chain holding”.

>The mood in the company is tense but also very much “its just a rough transition period”. Activision has been pushing hard for Blizzard to release more regular product and to generate more income per user. As far as i know this is going to be a transition over the next 5 years to a much larger mobile/tablet gaming focus. By all accounts not just WoW but Overwatch was intended to be the moneymaker in the interim but once again someone had the bright idea to kill a game casual players loved on the alter of e-sports hoping for another Brood War. From what i hear the “told you so’s” were loud and a lot of people walked beyond Kaplan.

>The sentiment that was shared quietly in private but being spoken more often is simply that the leadership at Blizzard are not bad people, nor incompetent people but people who had to fill seats left when the old guard jumped ship wether they were suited for it or not. Brack is a genuinely good man out of his depth, Ion is a fantastic raid designer put in charge of designing a virtual world he has no interest or real ideas for and so on. They have been taking form the roles they excel at to be put in positions where they get to do far less of that purely because there is nobody left with the experience to do so and the trickle down is a lack of concrete direction, ambition and focus.

>2021 has seen the playerbase, media and gaming at large “turn” on WoW to a degree i don’t think the leads in their “positivity dojo” bubble considered possible. Its gone from people going “This is how Blizz needs to fix WoW!” to “WoW is no longer salvageable, time for greener pastures” and i think on some level this was never considered as a possibility so there have never been any major plans beyond the usual “try and minimise player drop off by arranging releases around competitors launching updates/products”. The official forums being filled with talk of FFXIV and worse “why do we actually pay a sub?” hasn’t helped.

>There have been some testing the waters lately from certain higher ups if we can remove the line “No King Rules Forever”. Read into that what you will.

>There are still arguments going on about the Kael’thas Voice actor shitshow. I don’t know much about it but i know its heated, wouldn’t be the first time a knee jerk reaction only seemed to generate bad press. We lost a noticeable amount of pvp engagement after the Swifty thing.

>The Preach interview was treated as a disaster and there was talk of more strongly vetting interviewers for “bad actors” and only engaging with a list of questions Blizzard provides. Some pointed out that could just be used to create some form of Fireside Chat akin to the FFXIV “Live letters” but that fell on deaf ears.

>The two sentiments right now among the team are either “we really need a win” or “theres a dedicated cabal of internet trolls out to kill WoW”. Right now we are crunching hard to get 9.2 ready to wrap up the jailors storyline so we can get an expansion out early 2022. If that doesn’t happen there are talks of major shakeups coming down from Activision that have been threatened for a few years now. Its an all hands on deck feeling thats been around to some degree since the “Is this an out of season April Fools Joke” Blizzcon. A make or break deadline is coming closer and things like Diablo 4 were not planned before then. Blizzard needs a significant win not just in initial profit but consumer goodwill. Nobody likes working at what the public now seems to see as “the bad guy” of the mmo industry.

>This has also made new hires decline. Not significantly but the “you WANT Blizzard on your resume” line doesn’t seem to have the appeal it used to. This has lead to more hiring via friend of a friend, to some rumblings about nepotism, and people severely lacking in experience “because they get great twitter optics”.

>On the topic of Twitter we are not being told to “disengage” from it. Multiple employees like Nervig and Holisky publicly attacking paying customers because they got too heated and couldn’t keep quiet is bad press that could have been avoided. A email reminder has gone around more than once lately stating “if you are not customer relations you should not be representing the company to customers, especially if you cannot remain professional”.

>Lastly the biggest elephant in the room is “yo’ boy” Asmongold. The newer hires cannot stand him. They have used terms like “toxic masculinity” and “dogwhistles to dangerous males” while some of the oldest crowd still remaining have called him “based” or “telling it like it is” which has lead to friction to put it mildly. People are told not to talk about him and the recent FFXIV stuff only made it all worse. The idea that an outside element can have such an effect on the product genuinely upsets people. Like Zach is engaging in some malicious act of cyberwarfare. Many of us have point out the now famous quotes by Naoki Yoshida about understanding that players will drift and we need to make something worth coming back to because they want to but some people for lack of a better word see out customers -or “consumers” as they refer to them nowadays- as some kind of antagonistic relationship where the goal is not being an entertainer putting on a show for a crowd but some kind of game hunter trying to trap a large, profitable kill. I wish i could blame Activision but this is a sentiment from more of the younger crowd than the “tech boomers”. Which personal opinion is probably why so many folks like Metzen and Morheim left.

>Before you ask, yes the topic of “wokeness” has shown up in group talks. Its not all some grand sjw conspiracy, people really do want to feel welcome and represented. However the “we need everything veto’ed by people not working on it to see if its inoffensive and bland enough” rubs some of us the wrong way. Like anything in life you can take something too far and lose sight of the core ideals and with everything gone on since Blitzchung it feels like people are forming little factions to pull people in different directions to decide “What Blizzards identity is now” and how to appeal to new players. There has been some drop offs with “go woke go broke” as the only answer in the survey when unsubbing but honestly we are losing subs in unforseen numbers anyway and still making more money than ever through cash shop “heavy users” so it honestly doesn’t make an impact.

>All in all things are rough right now. Blizzard doesn’t have the love of the customers anymore, is no longer treated as an industry giant and while D4,D2R and Immortal aren’t going to kill Diablo even if they fail the sentiment for World of Warcraft and Overwatch 2 are a lot more tense and stressful. The phrase “it might be good to brush up on your mobile development portfolio if we get another underperformer” has been doing the rounds a lot. If Shadowlands continues its stark decline and Overwatch 2 is looking to underperform like its current projections suggest i think the Blizzard of a few years from now will be imitating King a lot more than trying to learn any lessons from Square Enix’s mmo division.

#random #video games #Blizzard #Activision #WoW #World of Warcraft #Diablo #Overwatch #Starcraft #Activision Blizzard

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hazard-queen · 4 years ago

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It is me, again😂

Thank you so much for accepting my requests, I loved them so much! I have to admit, you're a very good writer! ♥️

Is it okay for me to request something again?

As I said in the other requests, if you don't want to, you can delete it, I don't want you to feel obligated(?) to write!

I just want to request the twins, Idia and Ruggie with an s/o that when is nervous they tend to scratch themselves, can't make eye contact and repeatedly they apologize!

Sorry for any bad spelled word, English is not my native language🙈😖

Btw take care, I love you♥️

Hello again ^^

Thank you alot, your words made my day ~♡

Sorry for being late as usual and i really home you would like this chapter too♡

Take care and have a good day ~♡

• He watched you playing basketball from afar and let's say he really got impressed by your performance so he thought it might be a good idea to ask you to join them in Savanaclaw but maybe it wasn't a good idea after all...

• "Hey i didn't know that you're that good at basketball!"

• He came surprisingly from your behind out of nowhere, you gasped as you threw the ball and blushed looking at him

• " i i I'm...."

• But before you finish your words you didn't pay attention that the ball didn't fall in the basket but it hit the border and returned to you hitting you in your head knocking you to the floor!

• "(Y/n)!"

• He of course rushed to your side trying to wake you up but he failed so he called for Jack to carry you to the infirmary where you regained your conscious

• "Sorry that i surprised you that way...i shouldn't have done this" he felt guilty for what happened to you

• "N no, it's really f fine" you pulled covers on your face hiding your blushing face

• "So, are you interested in joining our team in Savanaclaw? I really like your performance...it was amazing" he blushed on talking to you scratching his cheek with his finger

• " y you think?!"

• You felt happy with the praise you got from ruggie, you always watched them training and let's admit it you always wanted to join them one day but you didn't have the courage to go and apply for that

• "What do you say? Wanna join us?"

• He waited for you patiently knowing it would be a bad idea to approach from behind if you while you're busy gardening, you were growing plants and most importantly you were growing mushrooms which was the quickest way to get the tall male's attention

• "Ehem, can i join you?"

• You turned around to see a tall figure standing behind you out of nowhere giving you his well known closed eyes smile, you gasped since you didn't know he was even here....since when he was watching?

• "S sure!"

• You said blushing as you couldn't even make an eye contact with him moving aside to allow him to help you, you kept silent the whole time as there was a huge ice wall between you both which he wanted to melt

• "Do you know i love mushrooms?"

• It was a fun yet cute info from him, you didn't know why he told you that but you only laughed abit

• "If you do then i can give you a plant!"

• Bingo! You finally began opening up to him, "is it ok?oh you don't have to!" A blush appeared on your face as jade gave you a wide smile feeling happy with your gift as he watched you taking it from the ground putting it on a new planting pot handling it to him

• "So can we be friends or something?"

• "Y yes....i guess"

• And just as jade planned, his plan on making friends with you worked with a success as you both became really close friends and planted mushrooms together!

• Unlike jade, he won't walk slow to you not to make you freak out or give you a heart attack floyd will just attack you there

• You were spending most of your time swimming and you seemed to be good at what you were doing, he watched you over there as you were ready to jump and everything until...

• "Shrimpy-chan you're really a good swimmer!"

• Floyd yelled behind you just as you were jumping which made you freak out and fell into the water and of course you swallowed lots of water and now you're choked great job floyd!

• Floyd jumped after you and brought you back to land , the second your eyes met floyd's who was on the top of you your face because riddle's hair colour, " awww are you ok shrimpy-chan? Sorry, i scared you" he gave you a sorry expression.

• " u umm can you please g give me some space, Floyd kun?" You looked away blushing and he did as you said

• "Why do you look that nervous? Have i don't something that bothered you?"

• Actually shouting on your ears the second you were ready to make a perfect jump making you lose both your attention and balance was actually annoying also being so close to someone isn't really comfortable but you decided to choose a gentle answer " ummm never mind it's ok....but why did you came here from the first place by the way?"

• Wrapping yourself tight with the towel and drying yourself to not catch a cold this question suddenly poped up in your head, "well i came here to cheer for you! I also wanted to join you in swimming tho"

• Tho you were a little mad at the male but you couldn't resist how cute he is you couldn't help it but blush and turn your face away from him, " i i don't mind that" just as you said floyd jumped on the water turning into his eel form and i can tell that you and floyd will become close friends very soon!

• You joined gaming club cause why not?gaming was something like a life to you, no game? No life! (Latterly me), you were playing pvp mode unaware whom you were playing against but he wasn't taking it easy!

• You achieved nine win-streaks and you can't lose it now! Winning was a life matter for you, the other side there was the other players who played against you and he was smahing the console as you could hear the loud yet fast ticks he was making but at last...

• "I WON! YEAH!!!"

• "NO WAY I CAN LOSE!"

• Loud steps were close to you, idia was furious to know who BEAT him amd whoever this person was they should run for life! But the walking oven guy started slowing down as he saw you...a girl! sitting on the chair

• "I lost to a girl?!"

• You jumped from your place and cracked an apology not even making an eye contact with him and took your way to the door

• "W wait!"

• You stopped and turned to idia who was also sharing the same blush as you, " w what is it?" You spoke slowly still blushing

• " congratulations on winning and..."

• You waited patiently for him to speak and trust me it seems more like it was something really hard for him, he actually don't speak to his normal mates how about a girl?

• "And?"

• He moved his hand to his back neck then to his hair and he also was avoding your gazes before he shut his eyes closed and spoke in light speed "yourgamingskillsarereallyamazingit'sreallyimparssive"

• Error! It took you some time register what he was saying but once you registered it your face became ten shades of red, both you and idia covered your faces with your hands in embarrassment!

• " y you really think so?" You asked shyly getting a nod from idia who held his arm in silence staring at you," d do you probably wanna join me in another turn probably or try a new game together?" He was doing an effort here to speak those words to you, " s sure!" As you gave him a small smile accepting his offer you both tried almost every single game in the world and trust me idia will do his best to win the game against you!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #twst idia #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland ruggie #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland floyd #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #jade leech

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anestheticrage · 4 years ago

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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately.

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho.

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi- and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏 defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself.

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got:

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H)

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

- everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

- the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

- make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊).

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..."

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs

Yours Truly,

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘

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bitchiha · 4 years ago

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A/N: I accidentally posted the request before I finished LOL. So I don’t know much about Tsundere relationships, but I did some reading on it just before I started writing and I hope I did the request some justice! Also I’m literally Kankuros bitch <3

Ps, I’m sorry I didn’t put a keep reading thingy idk how to do it on mobile and my trash laptop is broken 😭😭

Also I didnt include tobirama bc I absolutely hated how his turned out and I had to delete it im sorry 😖

✎ Tsundere relationship! (Hidan, Kank, Naruto)

Kankurō

Ahh, where to start? I think you’ll meet on a mission co partnered with the Leaf...

You and Shikamaru are sent to assist the Sand on a mission. Now, we already know Kankurō is a bit of a sassy mf when it comes to the Leaf like I think he whole heartedly believes the Sand is superior and you also have those feelings about your own village... So there’s an instant dislike for one another. Kinda like an instant rivalry.

Literally the first thing you say to him is “So, the Sand can’t take care of their own missions?” And that sets Kankurō off, “What, how dare you- ack! Temari, that hurt! I’m not gonna let her walk all over us like that, I’ll fight you right now you Leaf Village bi- ow! Temari!” Shikamaru has to hold you back LMFAOO you’re ready to throw hands “Huh, what’s that? Sounds like you’re really determined for me to kick your ass?” He lowkey liked when you said that to him lol.

Anyways, the two of you are bickering the whole entire way to the missions destination. You’ll tease eachother about anything and everything you can. So, once you find out about his puppet master jutsu its only natural that you fall on the floor with laughter. Like full on tears and strangled breathing. Now this is something you can really tease him about.

“What! You still play with dolls? I bet you have little sleep over parties with them and do their hair-“

You’re cut off because he tries to trap you in the Ant. Temari has to strangle him and force him to let you out. You’re lucky he didn’t iron maiden your ass LMFAOO.

This is the kind of the energy you guys carry whenever you see eachother from now on. He’ll see you more often too because you carry out a lot of Leaf and Sand allied missions and duties. Rip to anyone who gets put on a mission with you two tbh.

But on one particularly hard mission it ends up down to the two of you fighting off like 10 enemies. He’s trying to focus on fighting them, but he can’t stop thinking about if you’re okay. His distractedness earns him a particularly hard blow.

You end up having to fight off the remaining enemies yourself, all the while protecting him. The last thing he remembers is you screaming his name when he gets hit and the fear that was in your eyes at seeming him like that. It slowly turns to anger and then you kick the bad guys asses. He’s like half conscious but is laying there like: whatta bad bitch. Then he passes out.

Starts to really admire you after that and his comments aren’t as snarky when he sees you next. It’s more like little jabs and teases because that’s how he shows his affection, but they were no longer the hardcore roasts he’d dish out before. You probably stop flaming his ass too because let’s be real here; you’ve both obviously been attracted to each other from the start you just didn’t want to admit it.

Like cmon, he didn’t wait for you at the gates every single time he knew you were visiting just to insult you first. No. He came there to see your cute ass first!!Same goes for you, like you didn’t take all the missions to the Sand for nothing. You came there to see your fav hot headed puppet master.

He’ll ask you out a few months later, when you end up at the Sand again. Probably takes you to dinner before going back to his place. I 100% see him showing you his puppets and this time you’ll actually show your interest and not just tease him lol. Probably ends up making out with you on his workbench. Ok that’s all.

Naruto

You meet eachother for the first time at Ichirakus. Second to Naruto, you actually bring in the most cash for the place. So it’s surprising you two had never met each other before.

Until now of course. He’s just gotten back from a long mission and he’s dying for some ramen. He strolls right in and orders a miso pork ramen, but the old man tells him there’s no more pork left.

Probably flips his shit like who tf ate it all?? Then the old man points at you. You’re sitting there chowing down you’re literal 15th bowl, the giant stack of empty bowls next to you proving it. You watch the blondie charge right at you while you eat the last miso pork bowl of ramen for the day.

You put the bowl down and wipe your face just as he stops right infront of you, very close to your face. You can see the anger in his eyes, but you are not giving up. Also, the guy looks sorta comical so you basically laugh in his face which gets him more worked up.

“What are you laughing about? You just ate all of old mans pork for the day!! That last bowl is mine, believe it!” Once again you laugh in his face because you just can’t help yourself. Probably end up fist fighting eachother on the spot. Neither of you win because one of you ends up smashing into the bowl, sending it flying right at the old man. He kicks you both out, right after you pay your tab of course.

This arises a competition of who will eat all the miso pork ramen first, it goes on for a good few months. Ichirakus is swimming in your money now. Until one day, when you two arrive at Ichirakus at the same time. You basically have a show down. Unfortunately both your wallets are cleaned out and you can’t even pay off your bills anymore so you’re now indebted to the ramen place.

Narutos mission money won’t even cut it anymore and you can’t pay your debt off either. So you both have to get a job doing Ichirakus dishes until you can pay your debt off.

At first you two wanna strangle each other everytime youre in each others line of sight. But slowly — veryyyy slowly, you start to bond over your love for ramen. Like you can probably sniff the bowls before you clean them and tell instantly what ramen was eaten out of it.

You discover you both have the same favourite instant ramen, the same favourite Ichirakus order, etc... Then before you know it you actually start dating. Nobody knows how it happened because you were rivals for a good couple of months, but now all the sudden your holding hands while and eating ramen together peacefully. Mind blown.

Hidan

You’re a brand new Akatsuki member and you’re cute. Really cute. Not only was Deidara drooling over you too, Kakuzu just asked to file your taxes. Do you even do taxes? You’re a rouge ninja. Anyways, Hidan is so sure that Jashin would love to have you.

You two start taking to eachother and actually getting along pretty well, until he mentions Jashin. You shut him down so quickly after that. Like you’re not interested in his fake God, no matter how cute he is.

From then on he tries to ignore you or is just super petty towards you all the time. Like you just got back from a failed mission with your Akatsuki partner and he’s at the hideout mocking you like “if you prayed to Jashin with me this wouldn’t have happened.”

Literally so fucking petty.

Anytime you suggest an idea to the Akatsuki he immediately tears it down. It doesn’t really matter when he does though because nobody really listens to Hidan anyways, it’s just annoying.

You two get put on a mission together one day because Kakuzu has some important money buisness to take care of. Hidans so pissy about it, “oh come on! Out of everybody you picked y/n? She doesn’t even respect my religion, how are we supposed to work together!?” Kakuzu just looks at him and is like “Hidan, I don’t care about Jashin either.”

Butthurt the whole journey. If you guys get bombarded or run into trouble he probably doesn’t even bother backing you up. If anything he tries to feed you to them LMFAOOO. Such a jerk.

Then, once he thinks that all the bad guys are gone he turns to you all confidently because you got your ass whooped and he’s like “see, I bet if you prayed to Jashin you wouldn’t be injured this bad-“

An enemy just stabbed him right through the chest and he watches the look of shock on your face. That’s when he gets an idea. He falls on the floor super fucking dramatically and you have to take the last guy down for him.

Then you kneel next to him and cradle his body because yes he was such a petty bitch but he actually started to grow on you. So you cry and in this distressed moment you probably even attempted to pray to Jashin because you’re desperate as fuck.

This bitch really makes his eyes flutter open and is like; “y/n?” Really fucking plays off that he was unconscious, “Jashin... Jashin saved me.”

Your ass just got clowned but I mean you believe it because like he just got stabbed right through the heart. Even immortal people should die if they were stabbed in the heart, right? It seemed like it was the case.

So yah he basically just emotionally manipulated you into being semi interested in his religion.

Then he stops being petty with you and probably asks you to sleep with him as an offering to Jashin. “It’s only fitting! He just saved my life afterall.”

Literal definition of a sleeze bag <3

#naruto shippuden #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #hidan x reader #kankuro #hidan headcanons #anime headcanons

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writethehousedown · 4 years ago

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And the Livin’s Easy Chapter One (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: me? doing yet another multi-chapter for the challenge? how original. this idea came to me while i was watching hawaii five-0 and i just ran with it. i have no actual knowledge of how the surfing world works, i’m a simple kick boxing fighter, so please bear with me and the in-accuracies you’ll find. the rest of the characters mentioned in the summary will appear in the next chapter :D my sideblog is @chachkisalpaca - oh, and also, frey is an absolute angel for beta-ing this. hope you enjoy!

Summary: The surfing season in Honolulu is at its peak, with every surfer, old and new, having their eyes on the big prize of the Hawaii Surf Association annual competition. As the day of the competition comes closer, Crystal tries to not get distracted with a certain Californian girl, Vanessa swears she’s over Brooke, Yvie tries to seduce the hotel’s lifeguard and Jaida is just witnessing everything go down as she sips on her piña colada.

It’s summertime and the beach is packed.

Crystal doesn’t expect any less, honestly; the summer season is at its peak, plus Honolulu is always a famous tourist spot. No wonder there’s barely a spot to stand in O’Ahu.

The waves are good today and Crystal engages in a playful banter when she encounters some of her fellow surfers while training. There’s a surfing competition next week, a very important one at that, and every surfer and their grandma wants that prize. To think of what she could do with the money — Crystal might just layback for the rest of the season and enjoy some very well deserved vacations before going back to Missouri for yet another college year.

She finds it sad that the waves last only during the summer, because she’s capable of surfing them even when the water temperature is below 0 and would catch a cold for the mere act of standing too close to the water (“Colds start with the feet,” her mother has been telling her since she was a child, and it just stuck.)

But she doesn’t have to worry for the winter that’s still months away; right now she just lets the Sun burn her skin as the water soaks her entire body.

She feels lightheaded, like she’s capable of doing anything while she’s on her surfing board.

“You getting’ better, Glass,” Vanjie shouts, while riding the same wave as her.

Crystal laughs loudly, the nickname ‘Glass’ still sounding so wild to her, she sometimes wonders why and how did Vanjie ever come up with that one.

“What do ya wanna bet that I’ll beat your ass next week,” Crystal yells back, and Vanjie cocks a brow, focused on keeping her balance.

“Fuck off, I bet you won’t even last the rest of training without falling.”

“If I make it through training without falling you’re buying me a drink at Sal’s.”

Vanjie meets her gaze for a brief second and laughs shortly.

“Es más fácil decirlo que hacerlo, but you got a deal, bitch.” She winks at her and Crystal takes it upon herself to win that bet.

“Veamos si puedes conmigo, perra.”

Gigi is, decidedly, not a beach person.

She gets it; the water looks pretty under the Sun, the palms make a good background for an Instagram picture, and her bathing suit fits her like a glove, drawing attention from both men and women, but despite all this — she just can’t take how crowded it is, the children running around and yelling like banshees, how cold the water is, the dirty people that leave their trash behind, and a long etcetera.

Brita’s been so kind to invite them to their family’s house in Honolulu for a few weeks, Gigi is very much aware of it, which is why she tries not to be a gigantic bitch while they’re on the beach; she doesn’t want Brita to kick her out, basically.

Besides, Honolulu is very pretty. One of the most beautiful cities she’s ever visited, actually. She doesn’t mind the rest of it; it’s this specific part of the city that she dreads. She’s also very aware of the irony of agreeing to go to a place that’s famous for its beaches while hating beaches, thank you very much.

She applies a generous amount of sunscreen to every inch of her body, still sitting under the umbrella and ignoring her friends’ pleas for her to join them in the water. Gigi merely says that she’ll meet them in a moment, and though they’re not very convinced by it, they still run towards the sparkly blue water.

Gigi clearly lied; as soon as they’re out of sight, she pulls out her phone and thinks for a moment about taking photos for her Instagram — if she’s going to spend most of this trip at the beach, she might as well take advantage of it and take some cute pictures for her feed. She didn’t pack so many bathing suits for nothing.

She’s scrolling through her DM requests —deleting the men, replying to the women— when there’s a sudden uproar from the people sitting around her. They’re cheering for something or someone. Gigi looks around, confused, until she lays eyes on the sea in front of her and the waves crashing against the shore; there are surfers in the waves, naturally, but these seem like the skilled type.

Gigi decides to film it for her Instagram Stories, because why not, they are talented, and Gigi can barely float around in her parents’ pool in a donut floatie without rolling over and drowning.

One of them falls, and the crowd gasps, though Gigi isn’t all that interested in it. Her friends wave at her from the sea and Gigi scrambles to find an excuse not to join them.

Crystal can’t stop laughing, even when they arrive at the shore and all Vanjie does is shout at her, saying that she bewitched her or something, because there’s no way she fell instead of her.

“Get over it, Vanj. You owe me now.”

She sticks her board into the sand, taking her hair tie off and rearranging her hair in a ponytail. Her hair is soaked, clearly, and Crystal’s hands are already tired at the thought of having to shampoo the sea water off it.

Crystal doesn’t mind though, it’s worth it.

Vanjie shots Crystal a deadly glare and rearranges her own hair, groaning slightly as she does so.

“I’m only paying you because a bitch keeps her promises,” she says. “Also, on the note of having drinks, you wanna grab a smoothie before going on with training? But you’re paying for your own drink, ho.”

Crystal laughs wholeheartedly with a nod. She goes to look between the pockets of her bag for money and asks one of her friends to watch her board for her; it’ll just be a moment.

They’re talking about their plans once the competition is done and what would they do if they get the prize money. Vanessa says she’ll pack up her stuff and go back to Puerto Rico for the rest of the summer even if she loses, and will chase waves on her hometown beach. Maybe teach a few of the little ones in her family to surf, if she has the time and patience for it.

“Y’know, the little shits are getting bigger and bigger, and they barely remember their aunt Vanessa! My girl Julia, bless that one, still remembers me — but, bitch, she did her first communion already! Damn, last time I checked she was still five,” Vanjie rambles, and Crystal definitely feels her on a spiritual level.

This is the part she likes about being friends with Vanjie, the fact they both have similar experiences with their Latin families and understand each other in a way most people wouldn’t. Her favourite part of summer is getting to spend it with her.

Crystal says something about her little nephew Mateo —who Vanessa adores, despite having not met him yet, just because his name matches with her surname— and how he’s gotten so big in the blink of an eye, already reaching Crystal’s hip, when she bumps into something.

Or rather, someone.

There’s a gasp and Crystal is wet yet again, though this time it’s sticky and it smells fruity.

“Well, there goes ten dollars,” a voice snarls, and Crystal finally pulls up her gaze to meet the asshole that just spilled their drink all over her.

She finds a woman with long auburn hair, skin pale as snow, think as a rail, with pink plump lips and a pair of icy blue eyes staring right back at her. Crystal thinks it’s a shame that she’s an asshole, because she is really pretty.

“Watch where you walk, pendeja,” Crystal bites back and the woman rolls her eyes, avoiding her as she goes on with her way. Vanjie and Crystal briefly look at her before proceeding with what they were doing. “At least I can wash the stickiness off once we hit the waves again,” she consoles herself, resigned to smell like fruit until she gives her bathing suit a proper wash.

“I hate the beach,” Gigi declares, settling at Jackie’s side with a huff and her arms folded. Jackie quirks an amused eyebrow, barely stifling a laugh, and Nicky casts a side glance at her.

“Why’s that?” Nicky asks, her gaze still glued to her phone.

“Some idiot cost me ten dollars, can you believe? I didn’t even have a sip of that smoothie!” Gigi complains with a whine that’s rather childish. Jackie just laughs, patting her friend’s back.

“If you join us now, I’ll buy you another smoothie later.”

“Fuck off with that motherly tone, Jacqueline,” Gigi says with a laugh, Jackie gasps offended and swats her arm playfully.

“That’s not the way to talk to your friends, baby Geeg!” Jackie scolds her, only making Gigi laugh louder.

Jackie is the eldest of them all (though, to be fair, she’s only a couple months older than Brita) and she’s naturally the mom friend. She’s pulled them out of the bar, called cabs, helped them through heartbreaks, more than Gigi can count (though Gigi isn’t good at counting). It’s only fair she gets to do these jokes.

Gigi pouts and puts on her puppy eyes, locking her hands. “Do you promise to buy me a smoothie, though?” She asks, in a tone so high-pitched she annoys herself.

But never Jackie, she’s got the patience none of them have, so she just nods with an over the top sigh and forcefully drags her to the water.

Gigi hates what the salty water does to her hair, though to be fair — Jackie did buy her a smoothie once they came back to their spot.

Sal’s Shack has grown to be Crystal’s favourite place on the island.

She discovered it when she was a little girl and came to Honolulu for the first time, after her parents saved up for a whole year and her father pushed as much as he could for a promotion at his job. It isn’t just a restaurant or a bar; Sal doesn’t like labels, so he never put one on his establishment.

It’s whatever you want it to be, though it does become a bar after midnight, that title going away once the Sun is up.

When Crystal met Vanjie, almost five summers ago, she took her to Sal’s Shack, and Vanjie was so in love with the place they kept on coming back, with or without the other.

Sal immediately smiles upon seeing them enter, even if the place is already getting crowded, Sal tells them he’d be able to hear Vanjie’s voice from a mile away.

“What can I get you tonight, girls?” He asks, with that warm, kind smile that reminds Crystal of her childhood years.

“I’m in the mood for your spicy meatballs sandwich,” Vanjie says dreamily, prompting Sal to laugh wholeheartedly. Crystal follows her suit by saying she wants a burger, and tells Sal not to be shy with the sauce.

They get settled while they wait, talking about how their college careers are going and how much they want the summer to be endless.

There’s just something about this city that makes it magical, Crystal likes to think. She’s had a few summer flings there, never seeing them again once she packed up her things and came back to Missouri, but each one of them had something special that made Crystal feel as if it wasn’t just a summer fling.

She wonders if she’ll find someone new this time around too, though it isn’t high up in her priority list.

Brita takes them to her uncle’s restaurant-bar-whatever, saying they have to visit it, not only because they serve pretty good cocktails, but also because there are always some hotties hanging around.

Though the idea of a summer hook up is attractive to Gigi, this isn’t Los Angeles; she doesn’t have any cab numbers, she still can’t properly manage herself around, and would consequently get lost trying to come back to the house. She tells herself that she’ll wait a few days until she’s a little more familiar with the place, just in case.

They arrive to the bar —Gigi’s decided to call it a bar for her own sanity—, and much like at the beach, the place is full, and she can’t see a free table.

“Don’t worry, girls,” Brita says, “I called my uncle and told him to save us a table, follow me.” So follow they do. They absentmindedly link hands and elbow their way through the place. The music is blasting through the speakers, there’s a couple of people dancing, and a lot of others just standing with their drinks and nudging on them.

Gigi has to admit Brita was right; there are some attractive people around, and it takes all of Gigi’s willpower not to stare. Perhaps sticking to the rules she’s just imposed on herself won’t be that easy.

They make it to the end of the bar and Brita smiles widely upon seeing her uncle, breaking the chain of hands and launching herself into his arms. The girls stand there awkwardly until they finish their conversation.

“He looks like Brita, but as a man,” Jan comments in a whisper, making Gigi and Nicky laugh. Jackie shushes them, though she agrees under her breath.

Brita introduces them one by one with a wide smile, and Gigi has to admit the resemblance between them is scary. Brita’s uncle gives them a warm welcome and tells them to call him Sal before guiding them to their table. It’s in a corner of the place and they can see everyone and everything, plus, they’re a few feet away from the bar. It’s a nice spot overall.

They get settled and Sal leaves them a few menus with the drinks options, including non-alcoholic drinks, and leaves to go back to work, telling them to look for him if they need anything.

Gigi briefly looks at the menu before setting it aside and looking around the bar, trying to find a face that stands out from the rest — instead, she hears a voice that breaks through the noise and makes a few heads turn around.

They voice comes from a few tables away, right in front of them. There’s a woman with dark, curly hair waving her arms around and talking with her friend, while the other woman sitting in front of her and facing Gigi is dying with laughter.

Gigi squints, finding her face oddly familiar, until it clicks.

Crystal throws her head back as she laughs, bracing her stomach as Vanjie grows louder and louder during her speech.

“And the fucking bitch had the AUDACITY to call me a fucking liar! Can you believe?” Vanjie slams her fist on the table and Crystal is hollering with laughter. She knows she shouldn’t have brought up the fact that her ex is also coming to the competition, but right now Vanjie is too worked up to back down.

For the longest time, Crystal thought Canada didn’t have any surfers — with such a cold weather, how could someone even want to enter the water? But it turns out that Vanjie’s ex, Brooke, is Canadian and a surfer, and she’s going to be competing alongside them. She found out, because she follows Yvie Bridges’ socials, and she posted a picture with Brooke, captioning it with “Excited to be reunited with my sister in Honolulu!” Except with a lot more exclamation marks.

Vanjie quickly tries to backpedal her entire rant by saying she’s not bothered at all by Brooke’s presence, because she’s over her and she’s seeing this girl, Kameron, who she met in a competition in Puerto Rico and is a sports photographer.

Crystal cocks a brow and before Vanjie can further prove to Crystal that she’s not over Brooke at all, she asks her if she wants another round of destornilladores. Vanjie nods effusively, tossing bills to her.

She heads to the bar and perches herself on it, waving at the barman. She places her order and when there’s a seat available, she takes it without hesitation.

Crystal is watching the barman as he mixes her drink, when someone slides into the empty seat next to her. She casts a quick glance over them and has to do a double take when the woman’s face is familiar.

She blinks repeatedly; this is the woman that threw her smoothie at her earlier that day.

It seems that Smoothie Girl recognizes her too, because she stares at her for a moment too long, and somehow Crystal finds the courage to speak up.

“You’re the asshole that threw their smoothie in my bathing suit,” Crystal finally speaks up.

“And you’re the asshole that threw herself into my smoothie,” she shots back, cocking one of her perfectly painted eyebrows, and Crystal has to admit that was a good one.

The barman places her orders in front of her; Crystal quickly pays him and Smoothie Girl takes advantage of his presence to place her own order. Crystal searches for Vanjie’s eyes among the crowd, and she finds her with her stare glued on her. She smiles when she sees their drinks, but frowns when Crystal points at the woman sitting beside her.

It’s her, she mouths, but Vanjie tilts her head, confused. Smoothie Girl, she mouths this time, and Vanjie looks surprised. She starts to mouth things Crystal can’t catch, but she guesses it’s a combination of get your ass over here, and that bitch.

“I’ve been thinking all day about what you called me,” she says, attracting Crystal’s attention again. She frowns, confused.

“What? Pendeja?” She asks, and Smoothie Girl nods. “Oh, that’s Spanish for asshole.”

Smoothie Girls snorts, cocking a brow. “What’s the Spanish word for ‘you owe me ten bucks’?”

“That would be ‘in your dreams,’” Crystal retorts, the brunette rolls her eyes.

She knows Vanjie is watching them closely, her stare burning a hole in Crystal’s neck, in case hands need to be thrown. But she has a feeling she won’t be needing Vanjie’s hands — not that she can say the same about this woman.

The barman leaves a drink in front of Smoothie Girl and she pays with a coquettish smile, Crystal thinks her drink smells way too fruity.

“That smoothie left my bathing suit smelling like fruit even when I washed it three times,” Crystal comments, trying to sound nonchalant. The woman cocks a brow as she sips on her drink. “What flavor was it, anyway?”

She seems surprised by the question, though she’s quick to answer.

“Uh, mango and peach, I think,” she replies and Crystal scrunches up her nose.

“Ugh, that sounds hideous.”

“It’s not! Had you licked your bathing suit you would know it’s very tasty.” She laughs at her own joke, and Crystal finds herself laughing too.

It’s weird how just moments ago they were calling each other assholes and now they’re laughing like nothing happened.

Crystal scoots herself closer in the chair, their knees practically brushing as she tries to catch her gaze.

“You got a name, Smoothie Girl?” She inquires in a casual tone. Smoothie Girl finally meets her gaze, and her blue eyes aren’t as icy as the first time they ran into each other.

“Genevieve, but everyone calls me Gigi.” She offers her hand to shake and Crystal gladly takes it. “And you?”

“I’m Crystal. Some people call me Crys, others Cryssie — and that dumbass over there,” she discreetly points at Vanjie, who’s typing away in her phone, trying to act as if she hasn’t been staring at them for a long minute now, “calls me Glass. Don’t ask me why, she just does.” Crystal shrugs, and Gigi laughs.

She feels some sort of pride blooming in her chest at making Gigi laugh.

“So, Crystal,” Gigi begins. “Do I have to assume you’re a surfer? I mean, what you were wearing when you ran into my smoothie looks like something a surfer would wear.”

Crystal nods enthusiastically, proceeding to tell her that she’s been surfing on and off since she was just thirteen and how she comes to Honolulu every year, rarely shifting her destination for the summer.

In return, Gigi confides her that she’s from California and it’s her first time in Honolulu, saying that her friend —Sal’s niece, apparently— invited them and she just couldn’t say no, even when she isn’t that much of a beach enthusiast. She hates them, in fact.

Upon hearing this, Crystal lets an over the top gasp that makes Gigi go into a fit of giggles, apparently already expecting that reaction.

“What the fuck? Dude, you can’t be serious,” she exclaims, and Gigi continues giggling.

“I’m deadly serious,” she assures her, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

“You don’t even like the food or ice cream?”

“I do, I hate the dirty people that leave their trash behind, though.”

“What about the kids? They’re always so cute — running around with their water guns and getting excited over everything. Some remind me of my own little cousins.”

Gigi visibly scrunches up her nose, doing a disgusted face.

“I hate kids, actually.”

Crystal folds her arms in a huff, intently staring at Gigi.

“No, there’s no way you’re that much of a… Beach Grinch,” she blurts out, the embarrassment flooding over her as soon as the words come out from her mouth. Gigi cocks a brow.

“Beach Grinch? Now that’s original,” Gigi says, leaning in closer to Crystal, a wicked smile painted in her lips. “Y’know, though I find the beach extremely boring, I can’t say the same for the people that like it.”

Crystal grins; she’s played this game far too many times, but something in Gigi makes her think this time it won’t be as easy as with the other ones.

Just when she’s lining up a witty reply, Gigi suddenly scoots back, a bashful smile where there used to be a wicked one.

“Sadly, I don’t have the time to think too much about it, ‘cause I’m here to have a good time with my friends. Later!”

She hops off from her chair, bringing her drink with her, and makes her way back to her friends, swaying her hips as she walks and making her skirt fly with the movement.

Crystal takes a moment to realize what Gigi just did, and when she finally pulls herself back together to walk over to Vanjie with their drinks, she tries to convince herself that maybe Gigi is another one of those straight girls wanting to “experiment.” It’s what she says to herself to make her cheeks cool down several degrees.

Vanjie says they can cash the bitch outside if she wants to fight, but Crystal just dismisses her with a wave of her hand.

After they finish their drinks, they hang around at Sal’s for a little longer, dancing when there is a good song playing and talking with strangers, and just before they leave, Crystal looks through the crowd for Gigi’s eyes, and she finds her staring right back. What she sees in her eyes makes her stomach twist.

‘If she’s playing hard to get, then it’s on,’ she thinks, and the next thing she thinks is that Gigi can read her mind, because the wicked smile is back into her face before Crystal withdraws her gaze.

#rpdr fanfiction #past branjie #crygi #brita filter #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jackie cox #jan sport #nicky doll #vanessa vanjie mateo #zyan #and the livin's easy #lesbian au #surfer au #summer lovin' 2020 #day 1: bathing suit #submission

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minminnie-shii · 5 years ago

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may I request an imagine of verivery dates: where each member would take, how they would treat you, and a whole lot of fluff too

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I accidentally deleted it like twice and I kind of gave up for a while

buttt I’m back at it and ready to write this because these boys are my babies and their comeback has given me motivation

I hope you like itttttt

@multifandomhell23

Lee Dongheon

what a hard-working boy

he spends most of his days watching over his six children making sure they don’t accidentally kill themselves

especially Minchan and Yeonho

moving on

whenever he has a day off he doesn’t hesitate to run and spend it with you

shows up at your apartment with your favorite snacks and special treats

the two of you run around grabbing all the blankets and pillows that you own

you make a large fort in the middle of your living room

once its done you both crawl inside

dongyeon opens up his laptop and puts on a cheesy movie for the two of you to watch

in the middle of the movie he starts to poke at your sides slightly

you ignore him until his poking turns into tickling

you giggle slightly and start to roll away from him

he would follow after you and the two of you would get caught in the blankets pulling down that fort

dongyeon would stop once the two of you were completely wrapped up in all the blankets

he would smile down at you and pepper light kisses all over your face

rubbing his nose against your he would finally kiss your lips gently

‘I love you’

after cleaning up the mess you made you would both decided to go to bed early

snuggling up together, dongyeon would tuck you safely under his chin

whispering to each other until he falls asleep

you carefully crane your head upwards pressing a soft kiss on his chin

you fall asleep to the peaceful sound of his breathing filling your ears

Bae Hoyoung

i may be in love with this squish

i wanna poke his dimple

move on

he loves doing outdoorsy things

going to the beach, amusement parks anything where the two of you can have fun at

he’s also the kind of person that will totally surprise you about going somewhere

he randomly shows up at you door

‘get dressed jagiya, we’re going out today’

you did as you were told and got dressed quickly

the two of you skipped through the streets happily

you couldn’t contain your excitement when you showed up at a festival

dragging him around you two would find many things to do

he would find a game that he really wanted to play

taking you over he would try many times to beat it so he could win you a cute plushie

after a few tries, he gave up with a pout

you smiled at him and played the game, winning on your try

you would hand him the llama plushie that you had one

‘wah, my jagiya is the best isn’t she?’

the two of you would walk around the festival until nightfall

hoyoung would surprise you by handing you a lantern

‘shall we send one off with our wishes?’

‘you are my wish hoyoung’

he would cringe at how cheesy you were but tell you the same thing

after sending off your wish he would hug you tightly to him

‘you really are my wish jagiya, forever and always’

Hong Minchan

minchan prefers more intimate style dates

the ones where it if just the two of you together

whether it’s the two of you lying on the couch together

or when you’re reading him a new book that you bought recently

but

his favorite type of date

is when the two of you are in his studio and he’s playing the piano for you

you expressed multiple times that you love it when you hear the sound of a piano

so anytime the two of you are in the studio together he makes sure to play for you at least once

he would motion for you over to sit next to him on the piano bench

you would stand up from the couch and walk over, sitting down next to him

he placed his hands delicately on the keys before playing a soft melody

it’s a melody that you knew all too well

your favorite ballad that he ever wrote

after all

he wrote it about you

about how he first fell in love with you and how he knew that you were the person he wants to be with forever

every time he would play for you, it would make you feel sleepy

your head rested on his shoulder as you continued to sing quietly

he would smile and look down at you as your eyes fluttered closed

his heart would burst at the sight of you

once he finished playing he would carefully shift so you was laying against his chest

running his fingers through your hair softly

he would hum quietly until you were finally fully asleep

he would carry you back to the couch and cover you up

letting you sleep until he was finished with his work

that was his favorite time with you

Jo Gyehyeon

this boys only mission in life is to show off

especially to you

he loves it when you praise him for something

it doesn’t matter what it is

so where does he take you out on a date

a place to watch him perform his martial arts of course

you sit and gleefully watch as he does multiple flips and twists in the air

in an attempt to really show off to you he does a triple backflip

only for him to slip on his footing and fall on his butt

‘Ah, hyeonie are you okay?’

you run over to him to quickly check up on him

he just lies there pouting with his arms across his chest

‘i can’t believe i did that’

you giggle and help him sit up

‘i can, you’re not exactly the most elegant one’

would pout even more because you made fun of him

he would whine and complain while rolling around on the floor

‘my jagiya made fun of me, my life cant go on anymore’

you would just watch amused as he continued to complain out loud

he wouldnt be paying attention to where he was rolling and would knock into your legs causing you to fall over

would freak out because he accidentally hurt you

you would just laugh as he would run over to you

‘jagiya, are you all right?’

you would grab his arm and pull him down so he was lying on top of you

holding him close you would stroke his hair and assure him that you were all right

‘youre the best, you know that right?’

would blush like crazy and hide his face in your neck

you would continue to compliment him until he couldn’t take it anymore

‘i’m only the best because you make me the best’

so much fluff and cheesiness between the two of you it’s unreal

Ju Yeonho

this little squish

we are all aware that taking selfies is his life

so what does he do on a date with you?

takes you all around seoul so the two of you can take pictures together

it always surprises you that he always managed to find new places to take you to

but, he loved taking you the han river

he could take pictures of you in the sunset

though he always says that every picture he takes of you is pretty

he especially loved it when you take pictures of him

you always gush about how adorable he looks would cause him to smile even more

‘wah, you look amazing in this angle dont move’

would make you stand still for ten minutes until you convince him that he had enough pictures

he even takes pictures of you eating

‘yeonho, if you take one more picture of me, im throwing your phone in the river’

‘but you look so pretty, can i take one more?’

after you two were finished you would sit in the grass and just watched the stars

you would lie on his chest and point out all the constellations that you see

‘wah my jagiya is so smart, everyone must be so jealous’

while talking, you would eventually fall asleep cuddled to his chest

the second he knew you were sleeping, would pull out his phone and take another picture of you

‘delete it’

‘awe but it’s my favorite!’

Kim Yongseung

so like

mr.competative over here

as soon as you make it to the dorm runs over to you holding to rubiks cubes

‘i bet you i can solve it faster than you’

‘bring it on’

you plop yourselves onto the couch and the boys all gather around you

‘ready? start!’

yongseung immediately starts working on it

his hands are flying as he expertly flips the sides

‘wow, noona’s really bad at this’

the boys would mutter about how much you suck causing you to be distracted

‘yah! how can i even try when you wont shut up?’

you stand up and throw the cube at minchan

‘it wasnt even me that said it!’

while youre all arguing yongseung stands up and slams the cube on the table

‘finished!’

you look at him in shock

‘that’s not fair, they distracted me!’

he just smiles and grabs your hand

‘oh well, time for my reward for winning’

drags you into his room and lays you on the bed

‘you did that on purpose, didn’t you?’

he would just laugh as he hovered over you

‘maybe a little’

kisses you all over your face and neck while holding you close to him

‘i’m sorry ive been so busy lately’

you lean your head up and press your lips to his in a way to tell him that its okay

‘never, will i blame you for missing a date because of this, youre doing what you love, and i love that it makes you happy’

you really are the greatest

a very long and well needed makeout session occurs after that

after all, he did win

Yoo Kangmin

uwu

this little bean is so precious and must be protected at all costs

his favorite things in life

are soccer and you

so he loves taking you to the field behind your house and playing soccer with you

most of the time while playing you little siblings come and join along

kangmin loves playing with your siblings

especially your younger siblings

being an only child made it hard for him to have fun most of the time

but now that he has you, he’ll gladly to everything he can to keep you close

even if it means having your little brother cling to his leg every time he walks through the door of your house

would take all of you out to the field to start a game

‘jagiya, come be on my team’

‘no i want her on my team!’

you wink at kangmin before running over to your sister

picking her up and resting her on your hip

‘come on together we can beat Kangmin!’

‘wah, are you really going against me?’

‘yep, we can totally beat you’

the game begins and you all laugh as you all run around the field

you little brother went to kick the ball he slipped and fell

he began to cry and rub his face softly

kangmin would be by his side before you were

‘ah, did you get hurt? are you all right?’

your brother would attempt to wink at you causing you to smile

you would steal the ball from kangmin and kick it down the field

‘you betrayed me? i dont know how to feel!’

kangmin would chase after you and wrap his arms around your waist lifting you into the air

‘you tricked my jagiya, thats not fair’

you shrugged your shoulders and looked back at him

‘alls fair in love and war’

‘is it now? ill be sure to use that later’

#verivery imagine #verivery #bae hoyoung imagine #bae hoyoung #lee dongheon #hong minchan #jo gyehyeon #ju yeonho #kim yongseung #yoo kangmin #fluffy #kpop imagine #kpop imagines #imagines #imagine #i wish this was real #i love them

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going-full-shmoo · 5 years ago

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can you write one where you meet Josty for the first time at a bar? y’all hit it off right away, a lil chirping & flirtation ensues? ;)

Hey anon! I’ve written something similar to this not too long ago, but I’m bored so I might as well. Also, I was halfway through writing this when the app crashed and deleted everything so it will not be as good as what I had originally written.

REQUEST HERE / RULES

you couldn’t remember exactly how you had found this bar

you just stumbled upon it one day after taking a walk through Denver

it was a small little hole in the wall, not too many people, but still popular enough to be notable

it was perfect for you, and so you became a frequent presence there

whenever you needed somewhere to go and decompress, you found yourself there

in fact, you had been there so often that the bartenders knew your name and order by heart at this point

but the thing you enjoyed most about this bar was the fact that every weekend during the summer, they held a Trivia Night

and that, ironically, was how you ended up meeting Colin Wilson

Colin also had become a frequent presence at that bar, along with some of the older members of the team, because of their Trivia Night

he had called it a “bonding activity” for them, and it became a popular time for the boys to relax and have fun during the offseason

he had noticed you there often, and you always were on a team all by yourself - not that it made you any less of a competitor

but you always had a smile on your face, and were kind to everyone you met

and he knew, he had to play matchmaker

which is how Tyson ended up sitting at a table in the bar with Colin on Trivia night, just the two of them

“I’m going to go do some recruiting. I’ll be right back” Colin told him

Tyson nodded and went back to his beer, taking in the homey atmosphere around him

Colin, then, made his way over to you

“Hi, I’m Colin,” he stuck his hand out for you to shake. “My team is missing a person tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to join us? I notice that you’re here a lot, and you’re really good. I think we’d be a great team”

you looked over to the table he gestured at, and saw Tyson sitting there all by himself

you couldn’t help but think he was extremely cute, and the fact that you’d be on a team together?

you couldn’t pass it up

“Okay, but drinks are on you,” you offered. “I’m (Y/N) by the way”

“It’s a deal, (Y/N)”

he gestured for you to follow him, and he lead you over to where his teammate was sitting

“Tyson, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Tyson” Colin introduced you

the two of you shook hands and smiled

you couldn’t help but notice that his hand was warm and calloused, but comforting at the same time

but the thing that struck you the most was his smile

it was like a shot of serotonin straight into your brain, and it made your heart beat a little faster

little did you know that your smile did the same for Tyson

Colin excused himself to go get you all another round of drinks, leaving you two at the table

“So, (Y/N), you must be pretty good at this trivia stuff if Colin invited you over,” Tyson started

“I’m okay at it. I guess I just have a lot of weird knowledge” you smile bashfully

usually people would think you were very weird for knowing so many random facts

“That’s okay, I think that’s really cool,” he smiled at you again

cue your heart melting again

the two of you sat and talked for a little while as you waited for the trivia game to begin

you found out how he and Colin knew each other, and he found out how you were in the process of getting your Masters at the University of Denver

with every passing moment the two of you found yourself falling harder for him

he was cute, and witty, and flirty without even realizing it

Tyson loved that you were just as smart as Colin had mentioned, and even sweeter than he could have imagined

“I just don’t like wearing regular shoes, what’s so weird about that?”

“Because, Tyson, you need shoes to protect your feet! How on earth did you manage to get through an entire round of golf only in sandals?”

“I didn’t say that I did it WELL, just that I did it”

you laughed, which in turn made him laugh

that’s when Colin came back over with the drinks, and the game began

the first few questions were easy, the three of you getting them quickly without fail

but as the game went on, you noticed that you and Tyson were starting to lead the game

“I know I’m right on this. Breakfast Club absolutely came out in 1985!” you state

“No, it came out in 82!” he argued

“Wanna bet?”

“Okay. If I’m right, you have to take three shots of tequila”

“And if I’m right, you need to play the rest of the game with your shirt over your head”

“Why my shirt over my head? Looking for a little something?” he winked at you

you couldn’t help but flush at his words

“No, just want to make you look ridiculous” you smile, your cheeks still a bit flushed

sure enough, the emcee shows that you were right - it was 1985

and so, true to his word, Tyson pulled his shirt up over his head, so now only his face was peeking out of the shirt hole

causing you to giggle hysterically at the sight

“You look so proud of yourself” he smiled at you

“I am” you managed to get through your giggles

the game continued, and the two of you continued to make little bets, trying to out-do one another

Colin just sat there like “yes this was exactly my plan...”

“Okay. One last bet,” Tyson offered. “If we win Trivia Night, you have to come to an Avalanche game wearing my jersey, and then go to dinner with me after”

“Okay, I’m listening,” you chuckled. “If we lose?”

“You just have to have dinner with me”

“...Tyson is this your weird way of asking me on a date?”

“...Maybe...is it working?”

you wink at him as the final drumroll started

the emcee announced the table next to you as the winner, beating your table by one point

all three of your shoulders sank in disappointment, but at least you got second

Colin went to get one final round for the three of you, as a consolation prize

“All right, Jost. You gotta pay up. Dinner. Tomorrow night, just the two of us” you smiled at him

you could see his face start to light up again

“You serious?”

“That was the bet, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it was”

the three of you enjoyed your drinks, and you exchanged numbers with Tyson to arrange your date for the next night

what you didn’t know was that you found your regular trivia partner that night, as well as a life partner

but for now, dinner was a good start

#tyson jost #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #tyson jost imagine #tyson jost x reader #jj writes #josty #my love

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kaesaaurelia · 5 years ago

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should auld acquaintance be forgot

This is a rough draft of the first chapter of a fic I’m writing, which will be called Hustler’s Blood. It is Aziraphale/Crowley, with numerous OCs and historical figures, and is set in 1926 in Chicago, although it starts on December 31, 1925.

I’ve posted the first scene here before, as well as a few other bits and pieces, but since it’s New Year’s Eve and the fic starts on New Year’s Eve, and also since it’s my birthday and I just wanna, I’m going to share the whole first chapter here.

(I’ve been serializing it on fail_fandomanon but I’m a little over 100k words into writing it and it’s just reached the middle of the plot so it’s a lot to catch up on at the moment.)

6,666 words. (There were 6667 but it was too perfect, so I deleted one.) Small content warning for brief mention of pet death and resurrection.

Aziraphale looked right, then left, then walked into the dark alley in front of him. It was the fifth place he'd tried that evening, and the twelfth since he'd arrived in Chicago. Heaven had sent him to thwart Crowley's terrible wiles and keep him from pulling this entire city into Hell with him, but if even half of what he'd seen had been Crowley's doing, Aziraphale was going to be very impressed, and also extremely annoyed at his violation of the Arrangement. Then, maybe it was rowdier than usual right now; it was New Year's Eve, after all. Maybe things calmed down.

He knocked on the nondescript door in front of him. A hatch in the door slid back, revealing a suspicious-looking pair of eyes. "Yeah?" said the young man behind the door.

"Ah! Hello, thank you, the password is..." Aziraphale reached into the man's mind and plucked it out. "...Mirage."

The hatch clicked shut, the door swung open, and Aziraphale walked in. "Thank you!" he told the doorman, and looked at the scene in front of him. People were laughing and drinking and smoking and generally having a lovely time, although there was much more close dancing than was probably strictly necessary, and of course it was all dreadfully illegal and Aziraphale therefore disapproved wholeheartedly. He looked around for Crowley, or, failing that, a menu. He could really use a nice drink.

Aziraphale handed his coat and hat off to the coat-check girl, then returned to the door. "Young man, I don't suppose you've seen my... acquaintance anywhere in here, have you? Dark glasses, red hair... doesn't seem to know how to walk?" Whatever form Crowley had taken probably had those three attributes. Unless he'd been discorporated in the war. Oh dear. What if Crowley had an entirely new form? Not that it was any business of Aziraphale's, of course, but it would make him much more difficult to find.

"You lookin' for Mr. Crowley?" said the young man. "You sure?" Behind him, the fistfight had metastasized into a brawl between four or five barflies.

"That's the one, yes! Where is he?" asked Aziraphale.

"Look, mister, I'm here to keep the trouble to a minimum --" Aziraphale somewhat doubted this, as no one had moved to break up the fight -- indeed, the patrons were cheering on their favorites and making bets "-- and I'd love to help ya out, but Mr. Crowley is kinda, uhh... he ain't gonna be happy if he don't know you, and I hear he's a lot of trouble if you do."

"I've known him for quite a long time. Trust me, I am aware," said Aziraphale. He smiled patiently, and waited for the boy to get on with getting him Crowley.

Aziraphale sensed a familiar twinge in the fabric of reality as the brawl ended abruptly. The last man standing cheered, and he could see money changing hands between winners of bets. "Well, uh... lemme see what I can do, okay?" said the doorman. "No promises."

"Oh, I don't think you'll need to go get him," said Aziraphale, for he could see a familiar swaggering figure coming towards them, pocketing a fistful of green paper and peering through dark glasses at the doorman.

"My ears were burning, is there something -- Aziraphale!" he said, breaking into a grin that made odd things happen in Aziraphale's chest. "How the Heaven have you been? He's okay, he's an old, old friend," he said, waving the doorman away. He turned back to Aziraphale, still grinning. "Hey! Come on to the bar, I'll buy you a drink! Didn't think you'd turn up here."

"No, I would imagine not," said Aziraphale, trying to maintain an air of polite disapproval. "What happened to the Arrangement?" he whispered.

"Relax, angel, I haven't been doing anything," said Crowley, guiding him towards the bar.

Aziraphale glared at him, but followed. "You have! You ended that fight early just now."

Crowley shrugged. "Would've gone that way anyway, though, eventually. I just sped it up a bit. What are you here for, anyway?"

"I was sent by Heaven to thwart whatever nasty things you're doing here," said Aziraphale. "Gabriel was very cross with me when he'd found out I lost track of you. Why didn't you tell me you'd left London? How long have you been here?"

"Why would I tell you?" Crowley asked. He was no longer grinning. "I thought you were sick of all that... hmm, what did you call it? Fraternizing."

Aziraphale stared at him, open-mouthed. "What -- that's not -- I didn't mean -- what about our Arrangement?"

"Well, since you called it off --"

"I did not! And anyway, you were sulking and I tried to wake you up but --"

"So are you saying you'd like to pick up where we left off?" Aziraphale wished he wasn't wearing those dark glasses, because then he might be able to tell what was going on in Crowley's head. Aziraphale thought he sounded hopeful, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

"I..." He's tempting me, Aziraphale thought. He's only tempting me, and I should do my job properly, and I should never even have let on that I was here.

Crowley watched him silently.

"I -- I do, yes," Aziraphale admitted. The grin on Crowley's face made him feel a lot better about being a failure of an angel, though.

"Well, that's all right, then! Come on, I'll get you that drink."

"Are the drinks here any good?" Aziraphale asked.

"Mmmh." He made a sort of ambivalent whole body wriggle. "The recipes are good, but the alcohol they're working with is terrible. Been trying to fix that, but there's only so much you can do. Free will and all that. They keep cutting my stuff with drain cleaner and gasoline." He made a face. "At least I can report it as a success downstairs. I'll see that you get something you like, though." He sat down at the bar.

Aziraphale sat next to him, and it was remarkable how much better he felt now. Wandering a strange city full of hooligans was all well and fine, but meeting up for drinks with Crowley was safe. Crowley called over the barman. "Oi, Pete! Get me another old fashioned, and a gin fizz for my friend here!"

They weren't even supposed to be friends.

He's just tempting me, Aziraphale reminded himself again. The problem was, all too often, it worked.

---

Crowley had been telling himself he was having a grand old time for the past few years, and especially this evening. Drinking alone was just how he happened to enjoy spending the evening. On New Year's Eve. It was fine. He'd picked the most raucous hole-in-the-wall he knew, or at least the most raucous one where they all knew him as Anthony Crowley and not any of his other aliases, and he had at least been enjoying seeing everyone reveling in ways they weren't supposed to.

(He'd been spending most of his free time as Anthony Crowley. He had three other aliases, all with slightly different faces and bodies, but sometimes the roles he'd chosen for himself got tiring, and he'd... well, wanted to be recognized. By anyone who happened to know him under that name. Not specifically Aziraphale, but should Aziraphale come and check in on him, Crowley felt he shouldn't make it too hard for the poor bastard to see just how well Crowley was doing without him.)

If he was honest with himself (and he tried not to be) seeing all these attractive people with their equally attractive companions for the evening made him a little bit lonely. He'd watched two couples break up tonight and another get together, and near the back of the room there was a group of three who seemed to be aiming to be more than friends by the first dawn of 1926. He'd considered finding somebody, just for the night, but nobody really appealed.

Then the door had opened, and a chill wind had carried a slight scent of vellum and sanctimony to him, and he knew without turning around that Aziraphale was here. So he'd thrown his voice, whispered some insults from one zozzled patron to another, and started a fight so he had an excuse to not turn and look at the newcomer, to be totally absorbed in this fight, to make a bet...

And then he really, really wanted to know what Aziraphale was doing here. And to see him. And to talk to him. And to watch him try a really good cocktail and show him all the best restaurants in town and take him to concerts and impress him with how very well-connected and influential Crowley was now that he'd been free of the Arrangement for sixty-four years.

So he'd ended the fight with a snap of his fingers, collected his winnings, tried very hard to look suave, and then failed as soon as he actually set eyes on Aziraphale. And now he was buying drinks. Well, not buying, precisely, but he was putting forth the fiction that at some point he would be paying for said drinks, and Aziraphale politely pretended to believe that.

"Ooh, this is good!" Aziraphale said, after a sip or two of his gin fizz.

"How long have you been in town?" Crowley asked.

"A few days. I spent Christmas on a ship to New York." Aziraphale wrinkled his nose. "It was a bit much. The food was good, though. You?"

"Oh, I've been here a few years. They wanted me to be sure the States didn't become a bastion of holiness overnight just because of this Prohibition nonsense."

"And?" Aziraphale asked.

"I traveled around, saw that humans still don't need much help humaning, and settled in here to take credit for whatever horrible thing they came up with next. Considered New York, stayed in LA for a few months, tried out New Orleans -- you really need to get down to New Orleans, angel, it's amazing, you'd love the food -- but this seemed to be the best place to hang around and watch everything go to Hell in a handbasket. Not so much going on that I can't keep track of most of it, but definitely plenty of havoc to be had. I did think I'd made an awful mistake in '23, because they elected a mayor who I think might actually... not be a crook --"

"Is that unusual here?" Aziraphale asked.

Crowley snorted. "Don't really pay that much attention usually, but everybody was so impressed with themselves for voting for somebody decent that I got worried."

"Ah, well." He took a thoughtful sip of his drink. "So what happened to him?"

Crowley laughed harder, and shook his head. "That's the best part, angel! The poor bastard's still mayor. Everything he does to clean up the mess just makes everything worse! I don't have to do a blessed thing. I just write my reports and enjoy the show."

"Oh dear," said Aziraphale. "You know, my lot think you've ruined this city personally."

"Nah," said Crowley, shaking his head. "Barely touched it, really. It was broken when I found it." He shrugged. "Fun, though. So, what, did they send you here to clean my mess up?"

Aziraphale nodded. He stared at his glass contemplatively. Crowley watched him, wondering whether he saw it as half-empty or half-full. Finally, he said, "I was worried about you, you know."

Of all the things Crowley had been prepared to hear Aziraphale say to him about their long absence from each other's company, this wasn't it. "Worried? What? You were worried? About me?"

"Well, you..." Aziraphale trailed off. "After our... misunderstanding, I stopped seeing you anywhere, so I --" He was avoiding Crowley's eye now, looking over his shoulder at the other bar patrons. "I checked in on you. I -- I don't know if you remember..." He looked down at his drink again. Definitely half-empty, if Crowley was any judge of expressions.

"I don't," Crowley said softly. He hadn't realized Aziraphale would care that much. Or at all, really, given their last conversation.

An uneasy silence lay between them. Finally, Aziraphale said, "And then when the war started up you were nowhere and I found a bunch of complete strangers living there!"

The expression on Aziraphale's face made him want to reassure, to apologize, to comfort. To stop being everything he was. "I thought you didn't want me hanging around anymore, that's all," he said. "I thought you were done with our Arrangement. And war is hell, so... I had a job to do."

"In the war," Aziraphale started, and then paused. "Did you --"

"No, angel," he said, rolling his eyes. "I didn't start the war, I didn't do much to make it worse, and frankly I don't know if I could have made it any worse than it was going to be already. I did take credit for it because it got my head office off my back for a few years, and if you're going to judge me for that --"

"Crowley," said Aziraphale, looking wounded. "I was only going to ask if you had to see much of the front."

"Oh." Crowley took a long swallow of his old fashioned then, so as to avoid looking Aziraphale in the eye, not that Aziraphale could see his eyes. (Thank Satan for small mercies.) "Yeah. I saw... enough."

"I'm sorry," said Aziraphale.

"Don't be. Don't think I was ever really in danger, I just hung about asking questions, trying to get people to disobey orders, slack off...."

Aziraphale stared at him. "That wasn't you, was it? In 1914?" Crowley frowned at him. "Christmas?"

"That? I thought that must be you!" said Crowley. "Seemed exactly like something you'd come up with except for the football part, although I did wonder how you'd managed it. Don't know how I'd even pull off something that big," he admitted. "No, it wasn't me. How could I possibly justify that to Downstairs? It was so treacly too, and on Christmas. Eugh."

"It most definitely was not," said Aziraphale. "I got a very angry letter about it from Gabriel. I'd sort of hoped it was you. I thought... you know, you'd like people questioning authority and not doing their jobs, even if their jobs were murdering each other. But I didn't tell Gabriel that, of course."

Crowley took another swallow of his drink, and said "Gabriel's a wanker."

"Crowley..."

"He is. I loathe him and I think I've only ever met him properly once, but everything you tell me is always awful." Crowley finished off his drink and waved the bartender over to get another one. "He got angry at you for it? What, did it show up in his miracle queue under your name by mistake? Or however that works."

"He said it didn't show up at all and asked if I knew of any rogue angels operating on the Western Front. I suppose I was the nearest agent they had. I was... not really asked to leave London but I felt I should check in on the front every now and again. You know, do some rounds at some hospitals. Brush up on my French and German." Aziraphale could have been discorporated, Crowley thought. It was probably a good thing he hadn't known about it until now, although part of him mourned the loss of an opportunity to sweep in and be very impressive and good-looking and save Aziraphale's life.

He didn't want to think about all of that now, so he turned the conversation back to 1914. "So... nobody did the truce, then?" Crowley asked.

"Humans did it," said Aziraphale. "Must have. Nobody else was involved. Unless one of your lot had a very strange change of heart --"

"They didn't," said Crowley.

"-- or one of my lot thought, you know what, today I'm going to upset the Archangel Gabriel, it'll be fun!" concluded Aziraphale.

"Well. Maybe. I would. I bet it would be fun," said Crowley.

"Yes, but you're a demon," Aziraphale insisted, in that infuriating tone of voice that suggested maybe Crowley had forgot.

Crowley ignored him. "Why didn't they want it happening? Really seems it ought to be right up your lot's alley."

Aziraphale shrugged. "Wasn't part of the plan, I suppose. Gabriel didn't really specify. It is, after all --"

"Ineffable," Crowley finished for him, rolling his eyes.

Aziraphale made no reply. He finished off his gin fizz instead.

"You can't plan for humans, that's the trouble," said Crowley. "All you can do is plan for them to go haring off in some wild direction --"

"And whose fault is that?" Aziraphale asked, pointedly.

Crowley glared. "I didn't make her eat the apple, you know. Still don't see what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil. For one thing, I'm not sure it took."

Aziraphale sighed. "Much as I hate to admit it, you may have a point, my dear."

---

They soon got to reminiscing about times past, drinks past, temptations and miracles past, and somewhere after his sixth or seventh or... possibly tenth drink, Aziraphale stopped feeling guilty and let himself just feel warm and happy in this boozy, smoky barroom. These newfangled sugary drinks really weren't as bad as he'd assumed they would be, and the people here seemed to be having such a good time. It was a shame it was all illegal, and also apparently immoral. Aziraphale was enjoying listening to Crowley tell a complicated story about an enterprising fellow he'd met in Cincinnati.

They both looked up from their conversation when a young lady shouted "Hey, it's almost midnight!" from one of the tables near the back of the room.

"Oh, are they going to be counting down to midnight?" Aziraphale asked.

"I s'pose so," said Crowley. "In New York they have this... ball."

"Oh! Like with masks?" Aziraphale asked. He'd rather enjoyed those. All the costumes were so much fun, and the food was usually quite good too.

"No, no, like... big round bastard," said Crowley, with an evocative gesture. "Falls down at the stroke of midnight."

"Oh," said Aziraphale, frowning. He tried to picture this, but it still didn't quite make sense. Not that he was drunk. As an ethereal being, he could put away a fair amount of alcohol, and all these silly sugary drinks couldn't possibly be very strong.

"You know, like a circle, but more," Crowley added. His evocative gestures were getting more and more patronizing, and Aziraphale wasn't having it.

"Yes, I know what a sphere is, thank you very much," Aziraphale said. "Why does it fall down?"

Crowley considered this. Aziraphale was beginning to think Crowley might be a bit drunk, silly sugary drinks notwithstanding. "Gravity?"

"So you don't know either," Aziraphale said.

Crowley chose not to answer this. "I think they used to use them as... as a signal, for ships? Only the New York one's just a signal for drunk people. I think... I think they might have one at Greenwich," he said. "For ships, not drunk people."

Aziraphale felt he was on firmer ground now that they were (conversationally) back in London. "You know, they moved Greenwich."

"Did they?" Crowley asked. "That must've been a lot of work. Where's it now?"

Aziraphale tried to remember. "Not in Greenwich. I think it had something to do with trains. To be perfectly honest I wasn't paying attention."

"I'll have to find out where they put it, then," said Crowley, making a face.

Aziraphale peered at him. "Crowley, I didn't know you were interested in astrono--"

"I'm not," said Crowley.

Well then. "So why are you --"

"To avoid it, obviously. Last thing I want to do, find myself surrounded by a bunch of boffins who think they know everything about the stars." Crowley somehow managed to visibly roll his eyes despite his dark glasses.

"I didn't know you were so against astronomy," said Aziraphale.

"I'm not against it," snapped Crowley. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well... that's fine, then," said Aziraphale. He wished he hadn't brought it up. Being back on good terms with Crowley had been so nice, for this evening, and he didn't want to lose that over... astronomy. "So what happens at midnight? The ball drops, and...?"

"I think they all kiss each other," said Crowley. "You know, for luck."

"Oh!" Aziraphale remembered a little village in Swabia with a tradition like that. He thought it had been very touching. Actually, it had been a bit more touching than Aziraphale was entirely happy with, in the press of humans enthusiastic to ensure their luck and their family's and neighbors' luck for the next year, so he'd gone invisible after the first few friendly little pecks on the cheek from people he'd never met, wishing him luck he didn't need. He'd been biding his time, waiting on the right timing to perform a miracle. "That's a nice tradition. A bit lonely, though, if you don't know anybody."

Crowley shrugged. "I'm a stranger everywhere. I'm used to it."

Aziraphale realized then how much worse it must be for Crowley, who couldn't even feel the love and happiness of others as they shared their well-wishes en masse, of whom humans' first impressions tended to be untrustworthiness. "No! No, you aren't," he said. "Not really." He was having trouble putting this into words. Maybe he had had a few too many drinks.

Crowley frowned at him. "Sorry?"

Somewhere in the crowd beyond, Aziraphale heard someone shout "Ten!"

"You're not a stranger, Crowley. Not everywhere," said Aziraphale. It was, he felt, absolutely vital that Crowley understand this, especially right now. Aziraphale didn't want to lose him again over astronomy or something stupid like that.

"Nine!" There were more voices joining in.

"Ah. Thanks? How many of those have you had, Aziraphale?" Crowley asked, indicating Aziraphale's empty glass.

"Eight! Seven!"

Aziraphale was having trouble concentrating on counting the drinks he'd had with everyone shouting numbers around him, so he dismissed this question. He didn't see how it was relevant anyway. "That has nothing to do with anything, Crowley," he said, over the entire rest of the room counting down. "You're not a stranger to me, my dear."

"Aziraphale," Crowley said, sounding worried.

"Four! Three!"

"You aren't, and you never will be, and I'm sorry we haven't spoken in so long, and --"

"Two! One!"

Aziraphale decided, at this juncture, that since it was midnight, and since they were among humans who would presumably be expecting it anyway, he might just as well express himself more traditionally, as it were, so he leaned over and kissed Crowley.

His lips tasted like cognac and lemon, and he smelled good -- well, evil, technically, but in a way Aziraphale had always quite liked -- and it was all actually very nice until Crowley pushed him away, and said "Right, then, you'd better sober up."

"I'm sober! I'm fine! Can't be much in those drinks anyway, mostly sugar and --"

"Sugar and industrial alcohol, yes," said Crowley. He stood, a bit wobbly himself. "I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention --"

"I'm fine, Crowley, I'm not some lightweight," said Aziraphale, and he tried to stand too, but the room was surprisingly spinny and he ended up leaning against Crowley for support.

"Oof. You definitely aren't," said Crowley, putting an arm around him. "Come on, you can sober up or I can get you home, but I think you've had enough for now."

"I'm fine," Aziraphale insisted once more. But, in order to humor Crowley, he tried to extricate the alcohol from his system. Only it wasn't... normal alcohol, and he was having a bit of trouble, drunk as he was. "Oh. Oh dear." He stumbled forward. "Oh, you were right. This is -- this is very strong stuff, Crowley."

Around them, people were singing Auld Lang Syne very badly. They'd got through old acquaintance being forgot and never brought to mind, and now they were faltering. Aziraphale considered helping them out, but all he remembered was something about cups of kindness, which he had probably had enough of tonight anyway.

"Come on," said Crowley, gently. "I'll get you a cab. Where are you staying?" He managed to help Aziraphale through the smoky room, and with a snap of his fingers they both had their hats and coats back.

"Not staying anywhere in particular," said Aziraphale. "I didn't think I'd need to. Not as if I sleep."

"Ah," said Crowley, frowning. He went strangely quiet as he held the door for Aziraphale.

The cold wind rushed into the room, crashing over Aziraphale like a wave. It did clear his mind a bit, at least, as he stumbled into the alleyway. He paused, waiting for Crowley.

"Well," said Crowley, following him out, "you could... you could stay at my place. I've got plenty of room."

"Oh, I don't want to put you to any trouble," said Aziraphale, although if the headache he was getting now just from the minuscule amount of alcohol he'd managed to get out of his bloodstream was any indication, he would appreciate somewhere quiet and warm and safe very soon.

"It's no trouble at all," said Crowley, and he sounded like he meant it.

"Oh... fine," said Aziraphale, feeling he had put up enough token resistance to the idea to concede. He leaned up against Crowley for support again. "You are... such a good friend."

"I know," said Crowley, sounding miserable. "Don't rub it in."

"Without you things were very quiet," Aziraphale said. "Nobody to talk to. I joined a club and that was all right for a while. You might've liked it. Or maybe you would have hated it, I don't know, but it would have been nice to find out."

Crowley sighed. "I missed you too, angel."

---

The cab ride home was too long for Crowley's taste, but the last time he'd miracled a cab to go faster, the cabbie had panicked and they'd almost crashed, so Crowley put up with it. He'd never bothered to learn himself; he hadn't enjoyed driving carriages with horses, because... horses, and he assumed cars would be much the same, only even stupider and harder to control.

Aziraphale was drunk. Aziraphale was drunk and having trouble sobering up -- that was how drunk he was. Aziraphale had been in the city for two days; had in fact only been in the States for maybe four days. Had not known what the drinks on order were. Crowley should've been clearer in his warning about the quality of American alcohol; should have mentioned that the reason they put so much fucking sugar in it these days was because it tasted extremely bad, was possibly laced with poison by the distributor, and occasionally made people go blind.

The actual government had been poisoning it lately too. Crowley had written an entire report about it; governments murdering their own citizens for their own good always won him praise downstairs. Well, not praise so much as grudging acknowledgment that that was actually pretty evil.

Anyway, Aziraphale would probably be fine in the morning. At least, he would be fine physically.

Maybe he wouldn't remember kissing Crowley?

No. No, Crowley always remembered everything he'd said and done while drunk, unfortunately. It was probably one of the dubious perks of being a celestial being. So Aziraphale would remember everything he'd said and did and he'd be horrified at himself. And he'd be absolutely insufferable towards Crowley.

It hadn't even been a very good kiss, although Crowley felt that was probably because he'd been too surprised to respond in kind. He looked across the back seat of the cab, to where Aziraphale was watching buildings go past, and decided he didn't dare ask for a do-over.

Hooray, 1926.

Ah, well. He'd been hoping to invite Aziraphale back to his new digs for a nightcap anyway, so he could rub Aziraphale's face in just how completely, utterly, totally, undeniably, fantastically well Crowley was doing without him, but all those over-earnest pronouncements about what a good friend Crowley was had made him feel rather undemonically guilty about that plan. He'd expected the Aziraphale who insisted they weren't friends and he'd got beatific smiles and endearments instead. It had thrown him off.

There was also the matter of sleeping arrangements. It was quite a large house, but there was only one resident, so Crowley had only bothered to put one bed in it. Were Aziraphale sober, there was no question what Crowley would have done, given this predicament -- he would have apologized profusely, then suggested they share it, because obviously Crowley didn't have any other furniture at all upon which he could sleep; none of the couches would do, or the arm chairs, or even the pool table, oh no. Because after all, if he was sober, Aziraphale would probably just opt to sit up and read all night rather than discomfort Crowley in any way. It was fair if Aziraphale was sober.

(Read what? Crowley's small and haphazard pile of paperback novels and pulp magazines? Crowley decided that his first order of business once they pulled up to the house would be to miracle himself a library before Aziraphale could discover the lack of same. And after that, he would just have to miracle a second bed.)

So Crowley sat in the back of the cab, watching the dark water of the lake lap up against the snowy beach outside, wishing things had gone differently. He couldn't even put his finger on which things. Should he have kissed back? Should he have told Aziraphale he'd better go easy on the cocktails? Should he have sought him out before sixty-four years had passed?

Maybe he just shouldn't have Fallen. That would've solved pretty much all of Crowley's current problems neatly, and doubtless replaced them with an entirely different set of insoluble problems, mostly to do with Heaven being full of bastards with all the self-awareness of a chunk of pumice. Also, he would never have met Aziraphale, so it was a rotten solution anyway.

"What a beautiful night. From inside of a taxi, at any rate," said Aziraphale, watching the lights of the houses go past. There were only mansions along this stretch of the road along the lakefront, and every light was blazing.

"From inside a taxi, lots of things are beautiful," said Crowley. "You don't have to look too closely from inside a taxi."

They drove in silence for a few more minutes. Crowley tried to watch the scenery passing by on Aziraphale's side, and not look at Aziraphale himself. Now the mansions had been replaced with greystones and courtyard buildings. Here and there tipsy people wandered out of buildings, or stared out at the dark, flat lake from chilly balconies.

"Crowley, I haven't ruined your evening, have I?" Aziraphale said, quietly.

The question took him by surprise. "No! Why would you say that?"

"Well, I mean, if you had plans..."

You showed up and you made my evening, angel, thought Crowley. I can ruin my own evenings without you. Aloud, he said, "I didn't, especially. Er. Speaking of plans, have you got any meetings with Head Office scheduled yet, or can we do brunch tomorrow?"

"Oh, heavens no, they're not expecting me to check in for a good long time. To be -- to be perfectly candid I don't think they expected me to get here so quickly, my dear. Should have some time to myself. Brunch would be lovely."

Crowley grinned to himself, then remembered then that he barely knew any restaurants that were open in the daytime, because he only ever really had meals once every two weeks or so. And surely none of the diners he frequented counted as good, although their rat populations had all taken a drastic hit as soon as Crowley had started coming around when he was peckish. He'd have to call around to some of the people who showed up at his parties.

He wondered what Aziraphale would think of his parties. Probably not much. Not enough food.

He could fix that.

When they got to the house, Aziraphale stumbled out and handed the cabbie a fistful of cash before Crowley could stop him, and they made their way to the front door. "Quite a house," said Aziraphale, looking up at it. Crowley could not tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "Lots of columns," Aziraphale added. "And stairs." Crowley realized Aziraphale had fallen behind, and went back to help him up the stairs. "Thank you," said Aziraphale. "What do you need so much house for?"

"What does anybody need it for?" Crowley asked, because if Aziraphale was going to be drunkenly judgmental about his house he'd also better sniff superciliously at everyone else in the neighborhood.

"Just asking. I'm certain it's lovely," Aziraphale said. He stared up at the house for a moment, and nearly lost his balance.

Crowley caught him and steadied him, then unlocked the door and held it. "Come on, Aziraphale."

"Oh my," said Aziraphale, leaning against the doorframe and looking up at the vaulted ceiling of the entry. "Looks almost like a chur--"

"If you must know," said Crowley, guiding him forcefully into the house with an arm around his shoulder, "I need it for parties."

"Parties?" Aziraphale asked. They continued into the living room. Crowley quietly added some built-in bookshelves and filled them with books while Aziraphale was looking at the grand piano. Were those enough? Aziraphale didn't even look at them as Crowley led him through a corridor and once more offered him help up the stairs.

"Sort of obligatory, parties," said Crowley. He was trying not to enjoy how Aziraphale was leaning on him. He could probably offer more support with his arm around Aziraphale's waist, but that seemed... dangerous. "If you're going to show up out of nowhere being extremely wealthy and mysterious and clever --"

"Who's doing all that, then?" Aziraphale asked.

Crowley pointedly ignored him "-- you've got to throw parties." They paused at the landing. "I'm practically carrying you up these stairs, you know, you should be nicer to me."

"I'm always nice, Crowley, I'm an angel. Who do you invite?" Aziraphale asked.

Crowley made a noncommittal noise. "I don't really invite people, I just sort of decide, eh, it's been long enough between, let's have a party, and people think I invited them last week and show up, and sometimes they bring a friend or two. Nobody I already hate, though. Then I keep them around 'til the neighbors are angry enough to come over, or I'm sick of them, whichever comes first."

Aziraphale tsk'd. "Poor neighbors."

Crowley left him to hang onto the banister for balance while he went to inspect one particular section of the wood paneling. There was a forest motif here. Or rather, a garden motif. "Oh, don't pity them, angel, they deserve to be upset. I returned their lost cat once and they've hated me ever since. Couldn't stand the thought of it rubbing... cat elbows...? with new money. Somebody'd hit it with a car, too, it was an awful job getting the poor thing back in working order." Crowley found the tree he was looking for, pressed the third apple up, and the panel swung open. "Be careful here, there's a step up," he said to Aziraphale.

He'd sort of hoped Aziraphale would say something about the secret door, like maybe, "Oh wow, a secret door," or "What an impressive secret door you have," or perhaps even "Take me now, you beautiful secret door owner!" but Aziraphale seemed unmoved, and merely took his offered hand and stepped through the secret door as if it was a blatant and conspicuous door. "Well, that is a pity," he said. "Still, you did them a great kindness."

"Oh, don't, angel, don't act like I did them a favor. I reanimated their cat. It's probably haunted or something," said Crowley. "Perversion of nature, sort of thing." The cat seemed pretty normal, from what Crowley had seen of it, but sometimes it left eviscerated birds on his doorstep, and tried to trip him when he went out to get the mail. So probably it'd been a bad deed. (Crowley did not know much about cats.)

"I don't think that's how it works, my dear," said Aziraphale. He stumbled a bit, and when Crowley caught him, he beamed apologetically. "I'm so sorry, you're being terribly hospitable and I'm..." His face was so close Crowley could feel his breath.

He swallowed, and looked away. "No problem at all."

They were slowing down now, because Crowley, specifically, was slowing down, because this whole "Oh, by the way, I only have one bed in this whole mansion, whatever shall we do?" conversation felt much less fun to have now that it was imminent. They'd shared beds before, in other times and places when that was perfectly normal for two man-shaped beings who were merely friendly acquaintances, and it had been... well. It hadn't been much, but it'd been nice. This wasn't that, though; this was Aziraphale sloppy-drunk and overaffectionate, who would already wake up the next day and realize he'd done too much.

Crowley finally lost his nerve, and decided he'd have to just make a new bedroom. There were plenty of other rooms here; it was only that they were unfurnished and completely packed with smuggled liquor. The Canadian whiskey would be easiest to replace, so he sent a hundred and sixty-one crates of Old Log Cabin into the lake. Then he realized he didn't know what sort of decor Aziraphale would like, except that probably it would be hideous and incorporate tartan, and he froze up.

"Is everything... all right, Crowley?" Aziraphale asked.

"Fine, just -- fine," said Crowley. "Which... which bedroom would you like?" he asked.

"What are my options?" said Aziraphale. "Can I see them?"

"No!" said Crowley. "I mean. Not all of them. It'd take a while. Just, you know. Describe... a bedroom."

"It doesn't really matter, Crowley, I just need somewhere to rest while this awful stuff makes its way out of my blood stream," said Aziraphale. He was frowning at Crowley, which Crowley didn't like, and then suddenly he was smirking at Crowley, which Crowley liked even less. "Have you got any tartan?"

Crowley knew he had been caught now, but there was nothing for it. "I might do," he said, faintly. "What, er, sort of tartan?"

"Oh, there's a lovely pattern I just don't see enough of these days," said Aziraphale, and he went on a long drunken ramble about the particular history of some ill-fated Scottish clan, and by the end of it Crowley still didn't know what bloody colors the tartan was, but he sort of wanted shortbread now. He managed to get a color scheme out of Aziraphale (red and green, with occasional rogue blues and yellows, because fuck consistency) and tried to make the bedroom cozy, and by the end of it he was slightly regretting dumping all that whiskey into the lake, given that he could use some of it now, and that Aziraphale probably floated better.

Instead, he opened the door to the former whiskey storage room, and waved Aziraphale in. "Oh, it's lovely!" said Aziraphale, seeing the awful, hideous room Crowley had made for him. He beamed at Crowley. "Thank you for everything," he said, eyes wide and earnest, and he took Crowley's hand, and squeezed it. He looked at Crowley, expectantly, still holding Crowley's hand.

Crowley panicked slightly. "Yes -- well -- it's nothing. Goodnight!" He took his hand back and retreated quickly to his own bedroom. Upon arriving there, he took his glasses off and placed them carefully on the nightstand, sent his hat and coat down to the hall closet with a dismissive wave of his hand, and then fell back onto the bed, clawing his hands down his face.

#good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #text #fiction #kaesa op

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Figure You Out: Chapter 3 - Shawn x African OC

A/N: This chapter is very music heavy. I’m also introducing a lot of songs that aren’t that well known seeing as they’re afrobeat songs. All the songs used are linked in the fic playlist and while you don’t necessarily have to listen to them, it adds to the story and makes reading some of the lyrics easier as they aren’t in English (there aren’t translations but there is a reason for that) and I would highly recommend it. They’re also just really good songs and if you’re looking for new music I got you.

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): None

MASTERLIST

Series Masterlist

Fic Playlist

University was difficult and it took Tolani a really short amount of time to figure that out. Looking at the course requirements she could tell that the weeks to come were going to be intense, but so far it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Her coursemates were friendly enough but 2 days of lectures didn’t yield any friendships and she could tell that it wasn’t going to happen so quickly.

One thing she couldn’t tell though was how she felt about Shawn. They’d talked on and off after their coffee date a few days prior, but their relationship, if you could call it that, was not clearly defined. ‘Tolani you’ve known him for five minutes, you don’t need to have clearly defined parameters just yet.’

Seated at the desk staring at some of her required reading that she was pretending to pay attention to, her mind went back to their conversation at the coffee shop and the list of songs that he gave her. She never got round to listening to them and this was as good a time as any even though there was work she should’ve been doing. She opened Spotify, searched for Lost in Japan, put in her earphones and pressed play. The song wasn't what she was expecting, the piano intro felt warm and relaxing and by the time the beat kicked in she had a smile on her face. He sang about a girl who was in a different time zone but she didn’t care about the girl, the thing that made her connect with the song was the beat. It was funky and rhythmic bass had her bopping along to the song. By the time the bridge started, she was already mouthing some of the words. When the song finished she couldn't resist picking up her phone and texting him.

Tolani: Okay sooooooo Lost in Japan is one of the coolest songs I’ve ever heard.

Shawn: Really?

Tolani: No seriously. It’s so cool and funky and I’ve also learnt half the lyrics.

Shawn: That fast? 😮

Tolani: What can I say? I really like the song. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Shawn: What about the other songs?

Tolani: Currently just Lost in Japan, but now I’m insanely curious about the rest.

Shawn: I’m expecting a full break down of each song.

Tolani: I did say I would critique them. 😉

Where Were You in The Morning, was a completely different vibe. It was more of a bluesy R&B track and a lot more in line with what Tolani usually listened to. It wasn’t the type of song she would’ve associated with Shawn, proof that there was more to him than meets the eye. She couldn’t deny that she really liked the song, so much so that she played it again when the song was done.

Tolani: Okay who is she?

Shawn: You listened to Where Were You in the Morning didn’t you? 🤨

Tolani: Yup

Shawn: And you’re not going to stop till you know?

Tolani: Of course not 😉

Shawn: I could deflect and you’ll never know

Tolani: You could, but you won’t

Shawn: How do you know? 🤨

Tolani: Call it a lucky guess.🤷🏾‍♀️

Shawn: I regret telling you to listen to it 🤦‍♂️

Tolani: That’s too bad Mendes

Shawn: You want the truth?

Tolani: Of course I do!!

Shawn: What if I don't’ tell you? 😏

Tolani: Then I’ll keep hounding you.

Shawn: I’ll take any excuse for you to keep talking to me, so it’s a win-win 🤷‍♂️

Tolani: Just so you know, I happen to like talking to you.

Shawn: First of all, thank you. Second of all, it isn’t working.

Tolani: You saw right through that? 🙃

Shawn: I did.

Tolani: So I guess I’ll switch tactics.

Shawn: How so?

Tolani: I’ll never speak to you again.

Shawn: Wooooow brutal 😳

Tolani: Spill Mendes

Shawn: Fine.

Shawn:…..

Tolani: I’m waiting

Shawn: You want an answer? 😏

Tolani: I really do.

Shawn: Honestly? She was a girl I met at a party and she made it seem like she wanted more but apparently not. 🤷‍♂️

Tolani: Not the story I was expecting 😕

Shawn: Kinda underwhelming?

Tolani: A little bit yeah.

Shawn: Well I’m a songwriter, I embellish when needed.

Tolani: Either way I love the song. It’s got the same vibe as Lost in Japan but it’s more R&B-esque.. It’s R&B adjacent!!!

Shawn: That‘s the perfect way to describe it. I’m stealing that 👏

Tolani: You may, although, I require royalties.

Shawn: Done

Tolani: On to the next one. And by the way, I really do like talking to you Shawn. 😊

Shawn: I like talking to you too T ❤️

Memories was completely different from the previous ones. It was an emotional piano ballad that made Tolani tear up more times than she would’ve liked to admit. There was something about that song that stood out from the rest and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. It was the perfect blend of emotional and powerful.

Tolani: Scratch that Memories is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.

Shawn: Why Thank you! 😁

Tolani: How old were you when you wrote that?!

Shawn: 14/15-ish

Tolani: Excuse me while I crumble under the weight of my own talentlessness and have a minor existential crisis. 🤯😭

Shawn: Hahaha. I’m sure you’re not completely talentless. Maybe a little talentless

Tolani: I know I jokingly say I’m going to block you, but this time I really mean it, but on a serious note, this song is perfect and I love it

Shawn: Noted 😊

30 minutes and some messages later, Tolani had listened to all the songs Shawn had listed and she was surprised at how much she liked his music.. ‘He’s incredibly talented.’ she thought as she went to put her phone on the table, but before she could it started vibrating more so than usual. She’d spent the better part of the past few days deleting Instagram comments and DM’s but they just kept coming and they were all the same. Asking her who she was, and how she knew Shawn. It was getting exhausting being bombarded with questions that didn’t warrant a response. Not because she was hiding anything rather that there was nothing to talk about. ‘Shawn and I are friends, or something akin to friends anyway.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Tell that to hundreds of fans in my Instagram comments.’ She knew she should probably say something to Shawn but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle for the time being.

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Shawn: Are you free tomorrow?

Tolani: Are you asking me out again already? 🤨

Shawn: After our coffee date, I said and I quote “I’ll definitely ask you out again” so this is me asking you out again.

Tolani: One would think that you like me 🤔

Shawn: Maybe I do. 🤷‍♂️😉

Tolani: What’s up…

Shawn: I’m in need of a good DJ

Tolani: First of all, that’s vague. Second of all, what makes you think that’s me?

Shawn: I have a feeling… I also have great intuition (You also said you like music)

Tolani: Your ego never takes a day off 🙄

Shawn: I don’t know what you mean…. I’m incredibly humble 🤭

Tolani: Only twitter thinks that Shawn

Shawn: Ouch that one really hurt my feelings 🙃

Tolani: Sorry about that

Shawn: Apology accepted.

Tolani: Are you going to tell me what’s going on?

Shawn: What if I said it’s a surprise?

Tolani: What if I told you that I hate surprises?

Shawn: I wouldn’t be shocked. Do you like surprises though?

Tolani: I don’t not like them 😝

Shawn: Are you willing to endure this one?

Tolani: Against my better judgement, I am.

Shawn: Great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 2 o’clock

Tolani: Shawn…

Shawn: Yes T?

Tolani: You don’t know where I live

Shawn: That is true. 🤦‍♂️ What’s your address?

Tolani laughed as she texted him her address. ‘Why is he so easy to talk to.’ she thought as she stared down at her phone, a smile on her face. She got along with Shawn more than anyone she’d met since she’d moved to Toronto and she wasn’t entirely sure why. He was warm and open, something she wasn’t used to. It was like a breath of fresh air. And she welcomed it. Every conversation they’d had either through text or in-person never felt forced, even with a few awkward silences.

The next day as she was getting ready the was a knock at her door, and a few seconds later Desire walked in.

“Hey hun! I haven't seen you in a minute,” she said flopping down on Tolani’s bed. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Tolani who’d made the bed a few minutes prior. “Where have you been?”

“Oh, you know” Tolani waved her hand dismissively “Her, there and everywhere. Mostly going to class and exploring then coming back here.”

“I feel like I haven't even seen you in the dorm.”

“I’ve been around.”

“Anway” Desire said “A couple of us are going to see a movie in a little bit. You wanna come?”

Tolani looked down at her phone, it was 1:45 ‘Shawn is going to be here soon.’ she thought. “Sorry I can’t. I’m heading out.”

“Oh. Where are you going” said excitedly bouncing on the bed, creasing Tolani’s sheets further.

“Just going to get coffee with a friend from my course.” The lie was an easy one, coming out a lot quicker than Tolani would’ve thought. Telling Desire she was going out with Shawn was equivalent to telling everyone, and she definitely wasn’t ready to do that yet.

“Sounds fun! Maybe when you’re done you could meet up with us. We’ll be at the Cineplex on Eglinton Avenue.”

“Will do” Tolani nodded her head, looking at Desire who got up to leave. Then she turned around as looked in the mirror to put the finishing touches on her makeup. As she was putting on her lip gloss her phone vibrated.

Shawn: I’m here.

Tolani: I’ll be out in a second

As she walked outside, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Not unlike how she felt they had coffee, but there was something different about this time. ‘It could be that we’re going to be in a confined space for an extended period of time.’

Shawn was outside her dorm waiting for her. There was no way she could have missed his Jeep. Tolani walked up to the car as he wound down the window.

“Hi T.” he flashed her a smile that she couldn't help but return. ‘Why is his smile so contagious?’

“Hi, Shawn. Nice car.” She quipped leaning against the door placing her forearms on the open window.

“Are you gonna get in?”

“Well, my mum always told me not to get into a stranger’s car” Tolani tapped on her chin pretending to be lost in thought.

“Am I stranger though?” he cocked his head analysing her. “I mean we had coffee a few days ago.”

“You’ve got a good point,” Tolani replied with a chuckle as she opened the door and got into his car.

“So” she implored a few minutes later, turning to look at Shawn whose eyes were trained on the road. “Why exactly did you need me as a DJ? Where are we going?” “Well actually…” He ran his hands through his hair before answering.”We’re not actually going anywhere.”

“Huh?” she furrowed her eyebrows clearly not understanding what he was saying. “I didn’t have a reason for this drive. I just wanted to spend time with you.” Tolani couldn’t help but smile. “You saw me 4 days ago Shawn.” she scoffed rolling her eyes playfully.

“I did. And I wanted to see you again.” turning to face her, his face unreadable. ‘That was incredibly sweet.’ Tolani felt her face warming, so much so that she broke their eye contact and looked away. “How about I give you a really random driving tour of Toronto while you be the DJ?” “Well, what kind of DJ would I be if there was no music.” “I'm trusting you wholeheartedly. You have complete control over what we listen to.” The second he said that a list of her favourite songs popped into her head. “I have the perfect song.” And seeing that she had complete control over what they listened to, she was definitely going to play some afrobeat. After syncing her phone to the sound system is his car she opened Spotify, searched for the songs in question and pressed play.

The sound of drums filled the car followed by heavy bass and Tolani broke out in a huge grin as one of her favourite artists Wizkid started sang about needing love. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Shawn bopping his head along to the song, looking slightly confused by the lyrics. She couldn’t help it and started singing loudly once the second verse started.

‘Toba gboni shakara pade

Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh

Oje loun jeh

Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni’

“Hold on! What did he say? I’m pretty sure that was not English.” Shawn muttered clearly confused

At that, Tolani couldn’t control the giggle that came out of her. “That’s because it isn’t English Shawn. He’s singing in Yoruba.”

“Yuh-ruw-bah?” Much like when they first met, his pronunciation was way off but she mentally gave him points for trying but the giggle soon turned into a full-blown laughing fit. “Yo-ruh-bah.” she enunciated. “It’s one of the languages spoken in Nigeria.”

“I was going to ask about that.”

“There are hundreds of languages spoken in Nigeria and its really annoying when people ask me if I speak Nigerian.” she couldn't help the irritation that crept into her voice. Questions like that usually came from a place of ignorance and while she was more than willing to educate people who didn’t know, there was always an air of disrespect surrounding questions like that.

“And you speak Yoruba?” even though his pronunciation was a little better, she still couldn’t help but cringe a little.

“I do” she nodded her head. “Ever since I was a kid.”

“So you understand what he’s saying.”

“Every single word. Here I’ll translate for you. The song is basically about wanting sweet love and good vibes. That part of the song basically talks about people who show off. ‘Shakara‘ roughly translates to ‘show off’ or someone who brags and the song is basically saying that people who show off kill the good vibe.”

“Got it!” He turned back to the road as Tolani kept singing.

As the song came to a close she turned to him. “What did you think?”

“I loved it! I’ve never heard a song like that before. What’s it called.” his face lit and she could feel her heart swelling with pride it was an amazing feeling when someone connected with something that was important to you

“That my dear, was your introduction to afrobeat. The song is called Sweet Love by an artist called Wizkid. It’s one of my favourites”

“Do you have any more songs like that cause that was easily the coolest song I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re in luck because I do.” she bragged as she picked up her phone.

Seeing as he liked the first song so much, she decided to play something in a similar vein. Jaiye Jaiye and Sweet Love were similar in the sense that you could tell it was made by the same artist but the two songs have different vibes and wildly different lyrics.

‘Wizzy baby loke loke

Seb’Oluwa lo se o

Owo n wole wa

Seb’Oluwa lo se o ah

Lagos today and London tomorrow

Oluwa lo se o

Omo jaiye jaiye

Seb’Oluwa lo se oh ah’

She was singing along and turned to see Shawn looking right at her. “What?” she deadpanned. Suddenly becoming self-conscious. “Nothing.” he turned away smiling to himself. “What does this song mean?”

“Jaiye means to enjoy life and have a great time. The song is basically living your best life and just being thankful for all the blessings in your life. The song is also special because it’s directly influenced by one of, it not the most influential Afrobeat artist ever.”

Shawn absorbed everything she was telling him. And it felt good to talk to someone about some of the songs that she loved and have them listen, even though they might not fully understand everything.

There was no way she was going to play some of her favourite afrobeat songs and not play a single Burna Boy song. A day didn’t go by where she didn’t listen to at least one of his songs and today was no different. Gbona was one of those songs that could change her turn her mood around and she was really excited to play it for Shawn.

‘When the gbedu dey enter body, enter body

All the girl, them go shake body

Them go shake their body.

Oluwa Burna mo gbona feli, say mo Gbona feli

You not get money, you dey call police.

Me I dey laugh you gan ni.’

She could see his brow furrow again as he tried to decipher the lyrics he clearly couldn't understand. “I need you to not focus on the lyrics so much as the song. Focus on the drums and the saxophone and how you feel when you listen to the song. It’s all about the ‘gbedu’, which is a traditional drum which is used in a lot of songs, producing a beat that makes you want to dance.”

“I can’t dance.” he turned to look at her.

“You don’t need to know how to dance per se. It’s more about vibing to the song rather than dancing.”

After she said that, she could see him relax and start to enjoy the song, it started with his head and soon his entire body was moving albeit a little off-beat which made Tolani smile.

The next song she picked was a lot slower and more suited to a drive, but still had the quintessential elements she loved. “This is one is called Damiloun. I love this one cause it reminds me of the drives my dad and I used to take around Lagos on Saturday mornings,” she stated, eyes closed, swaying from side to side in her seat.

“So it’s the perfect song for a drive?”

“That’s why I picked it. It’s a lot more chill and reflective of another genre of music called highlife which is a lot more ‘jazzy’.”

“I’m loving your music choices so far.”

“I had a feeling you would.” she smirked.

Tolani decided to change tactics for the next song and play something that he was more familiar with.

She could see his demeanour change as he started screaming the lyrics to Better Now.

‘You prolly think that you are better now, better now

You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around

You know I never meant to let you down, let you down

Woulda gave you anything, woulda gave you everything’

Soon enough she joined in and the two spent the next two and a half minutes screaming Post Malone lyrics at the top of their lungs, getting louder with each line practically jumping in their seats. They earned a few looks from other drivers when they stopped at a red light, but they didn’t notice, as they were too wrapped up in the song to care.

“Have you got any requests?” She asked when the song ended.

“Nope. I wasn’t kidding when I said you have complete and utter control over what we listen to.”

SHAWN POV

When Shawn saw Tolani walk out of her dorm, his heart had started beating quicker than normal. The first thing he noticed when she got into his car was the faint smell of honey. She looked like she did when they first met, except this time her braids were in a bun on top of her head. Her demeanour was cool and collected but her eyes showed just how excited he was, and it calmed him knowing that she was just as eager to spend time with him as he was with her.

He’d been incredibly nervous to ask her out again. After her reaction to some of his songs, he really wanted to know what kinds of songs she liked and a situation like this where she picked what they listened to seemed like a good a time as any to pick her brains about her taste in music.

The best way to describe the first song she played was colourful. The way the instruments were used were completely foreign and he’d never heard anything like it. Another thing he wasn’t familiar with were the words. He could barely make out what he was saying and was pretty sure the song wasn’t fully in English. His suspicions were confirmed when Tolani started singing her voice becoming rougher to pronounce the words.‘Yeah that definitely was not English.’ And when she said as much to her, she giggled, dimples out on full display. Soon her giggles turned into a full-blown laughing fit when he got the pronunciation of Yoruba wrong, the second time she’s laughed at his pronunciations.

That was how it was for a lot of the songs she played, he knew that Tolani had barely scratched the surface but he understood what she meant when she’d said Afrobeat wasn’t something you just listened to, it really was something you experienced. He could see that in the way she sang along to each song with hopeless abandon, flawlessly switching from English to Yoruba and back while dancing to each song even though she was in a confined space. His mind went back to when they first met. He’d noticed that she was a good dancer. Regardless of the song, she was always on beat making it clear that music was a very big part of her life.

He didn’t have the same luck. While he felt the urge to dance to each song, he was nowhere near as fluid as she was and she could tell. “I’m going to teach you how to dance.”He was already shaking his head. Dancing was his worst fear and there was no way he was doing it in front of her. “Nope. I’m not dancing. Ever!”

“It’ll be fun!”

“T, there is no way you are getting me to dance.”

She turned to him, head tilted to the side. “Shawn. you cannot tell me this song doesn't make you want to dance.”

“I can’t lie. It does.” he nodded “However I’m a terrible dancer so...” ending the sentence with a shrug.

“You’ve never had me as a teacher though.”

“T I’m sure that I’ll be shit EVEN with you as a teacher.”

“Maybe” she shrugged “but it would be funny though.”

“Yeah,” he said wistfully. “It probably would.”

Tolani named each song and artist as the song started making sure he knew exactly what she was playing. Listening to her explain the meaning behind each song made each one even more special, her voice becoming rougher and her accent becoming for prominent the more she spoke. He was honoured that she wanted to share that meaning with him especially when the songs had such personal and cultural significance.

As ignorant as it sounded he wasn’t expecting such diversity. Each song was similar but different. They ranged from slower tempos perfect for driving to upbeat songs that made him want to scream the lyrics even though he didn't know or understand them.

Tolani didn’t only play Afrobeat, she had one of the most diverse music tastes he’d ever come across. While she played her favourite Drake song, they talked about their shared love of the Canadian rapper and even went as far as belting out Fake Love while at a stoplight.

Shawn couldn’t help but cringe a little as the intro to Lost in Japan started playing but that feeling slowly turned into one of pride when she started singing along word for word. He was shocked at how quickly she’d learnt all the lyrics and couldn’t help but join in smiling as she screamed the bridge. “How did you learn the lyrics so fast?”

“I told you’ she glanced at him “I really like the song.” she winked.

The next song had him scream in excitement, which completely shocked Tolani. “You like Lauryn Hill?” surprise evident in her voice. He nodded his head enthusiastically “I really do and Doo Wop is my favourite song off of Miseducation” She grinned at him. “Me too. Another thing we have in common.” By the time the chorus came round, they were singing at the top of their lungs. She had a beautiful voice and he imagined what it would be like to have her sing to him.

‘Guys you know you’d better watch out

Some girls, some girls are only about

That thing, that thing, that thing,

That thing, that thing, that thing.’

Even though they didn’t talk about much outside music, it felt nice to be in her presence. He was someone who focused on the energy that surrounded people and the best way to describe hers was enigmatic. There was so much more to her than she was letting on which made him want to know more about her, but she was also incredibly thoughtful and very funny.

After two hours of pretty aimless driving Shawn dropped Tolani off outside her dorm but before she opened the door to leave, he turned to her.

“I had a great time.” He smiled “Your taste in music is incredible and Afrobeat might be my new favourite thing.” He saw her eyes light up as the words hit home and he knew how important those words were to her.

“How about this. I’ll make a Spotify playlist of all the songs I played for you and add in a few more?”

“What happened to you not liking me enough to share music with me?”

“Cleary I changed my mind about that.” she smirked and she opened the door and climbed out of the car.

(Credit to @mendes-shawn for the gif)

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carndriverrecords · 5 years ago

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First Blog Post 3/20/20

Started CnD Records today. Feels Good.

Working on some diss tracks. Not sure if they see it coming - doesn’t matter either way.

Planning to release Car and Driver first real record this Friday 3/20/20. Driving Test Driver Fest 1.

Self release first record - another 20 tracks next week. Compile top 10 - 15 for first release with other label - thinking Terrible, Kranky, blu ish label or Thrill Jockey. Citrus City a no-go for now. Maybe just keep building CnD records.

Be the middle man - take advantage of opportunities without sacrificing my bands’ (and those I represent) integrity.

Reach sleep destroyer.

Last night at Ted’s - great DJ set. Kidz bop remixes, Fancy. Crowd hated it. Ted disappointed we had to leave but it’s ok with everyone. Tall guy took aux right out of computer, have video. Started dancing - cucked everyone. Everyone thinks they’re the crazy charismatic guy. Am I actually? I think so. Syd thinks so.

CnD Fest 2 , 3 , 4 at Purchase and beyond. Would like to play apartments, Scully’s den in BK (reach out) and Philly, DC etc.

Next voice memo album - 20 - 25 tracks right now. Better than the first. Danny said best album ever.

Working on “My oh Maia Reason Why” video - my favorite video I’ve ever seen. Getting good feedback.

Important to collab with certain SUNY people before I go:

Members of Lip Critic, Dawson, Neal, Gabe.

Send stuff back and forth with Joseph Kress.

Need to write song about not sharing a stage w unstable Car and Driver - cost me 2 gigs. Ok because I had the police interaction that night.

Things have been working out quite well. Syd is keeping me in check. Main priorities are keep the energy going while I can and make sure everyone around me is comfortable with me doing my thing, specifically mom, sofia.

Going to Only Angels tomorrow to collab with Alex.

Tues/Wed in RI with Zach Gorton. Need to see Nick Holcomb, Sofia, Will Orchard if he’s around. Riley in Boston? Would love to.

Visit Dad soon on the way to Richmond, in a few weeks perhaps. Grandma Roberta etc. They have a BBQ place now - I bet it’s great.

Follow up in the morning (3 hours from now) with wedding band, Kevin Daniels, drummer etc.

Film sunrise sessions at Purchase: My Ride’s Here, Splendid Isolation, Keep me in your heart, Studebaker, Cat’s in the Cradle, Everybody that you know. Don’t think twice, Boots of Spanish Leather, Someday my Prince, Teenage Dirtbag, Arthur (Woof Woof), Forget You, Signed Sealed Delivered, Superstition, The Promise, Hold me now (TT), Love on Top, Townes Van Zandt, 1-800 superstar, Evan Wright, Tom Petty, Blinded By the Light, Searching for a Heart, Mag Field’s, Barenaked Ladies, TMBG, Dolly Parton one sided love, Byrds, Beatles, Kinks, Stones, Parquet Courts, T Swift (Red, Way I loved you), Mitski, Sasami, Anything Could Happen, Beach House, He Needs Me, These Days, YLT, Beach Boys, Big Star Take Care, G500/Luna, Felt, Psychic TV, Shelia, BJM, Yellow Sarong, Over and Over, Hazel St, Heatherwood, Helicopter, He Would’ve Laughted, I wanna be your lover, The pump, Good enough (sleep destroyer), Them airs, BH (14, indian summer), help me scrape mucus off my brain), Beach Comber, DO YOUR THING, Icehead, Bobby, 1000 times, WIll Orchard, Bon Iver, MGMT, Tame impala, Instant Crush, etc. Art Vandelay, Quick Canal, Stereolab, Grouper, Broadcast, Animal Collective, Panda Bear, Bachelor Kisses, Cranberries, Cure, Pastels, MBV, I found a reason, pale blue eyes, Deerhoof, Gretel Alex G, Dancing w tears in my eyes, Elvis Costello, No age(things i did), Are ya ok, Maus, Ariel, R Stevie, Aphex Twin, Zomes, Vampire Weekend etc.

Bring Laptop for Beats on some and lyrics for all.

Love life more than ever before. Music feels so good. Want to help, make amends, everything that moondog did. Don’t be homeless much longer.

Not sure if I like throbbing gristle - definitely like Psychic TV.

How savage should diss tracks be? Very? Match the severity of the person’s treatment of me/others. Aka - pretty bad for all except for Auto.

Listened to new Kanye today - 10x better and more influential than death grips.

Realized today that i’ve spent my whole life wishing I was Kanye and now I am Kanye. Feels very good.

Everyone is gifted but internet makes us angst.

I am mostly Camus right now - maybe more Kierkegaard soon. Religion and Terrence Malik. Still need to read books.

Order of Books: The graduate Portrait of the artist Consider Lobster Infinite Jest Pynchon Ulysses (At recommendation of American gamer association)

Syd is incredibly gifted. Want to help her feel comfortable doing art/work here in the chaos but also sort out the chaos for both of ours’ sake. I thrive in it, she tolerates well. Want to move to Riverdale still, maybe East Williamsburg with Backpack Chris. We’ll see about money. Philly perhaps, little too far. Jersey is good location but bad commute. Bad to RI.

Visit RI and Boston Tues - Thurs. Sell Cigarettes at Concerts. Feels right.

Keep smoking for now - quit end of summer perhaps.

Don’t have Corona Virus - glad we are not quarantined. Still be smart. Don’t expose mom regardless. Protect at ALL costs.

Really though, why does Journee hate me? Write new track (Journee into forever nevermore not now not ever (Lou)) or Journee into SJW self righteous moral posturing (way too savage - maybe voice memo outro)

AR Kane album is incredible. Syd loves too. Sample everything.

Crazy - sound better at jazz than ever in my life. Exploring harmony - never practice. Teach free lessons all the time. Love the diminished scale. Might be best jazz guitarist to ever live. Time will tell. Would be cool long term. Prefer singing.

Getting good at piano too.

I’m my favorite lyricist/comedian/actor.

Is maia right, acting isn’t hard? Weird they can’t act.

^Remember to delete^

Don’t share this on Facebook yet.

Why does Journee hate me so much? Just the Louis CK joke?

People who stay home and do nothing hate to see irreverent people doing things.

People like when you’re losing - don’t like to see you win.

^That makes me sound crazy.

F00D outsider might make me famous first.

Need to keep up with legal situation.

Hope mom and dad both live long. Call Syd, get something nice for everyone in family. Get weird jewel cases. Order jewelry from etsy. Post merch on bandcamp.

Finish album art soon. Music videos. Get better at animation etc. Pay Ben for his poster. Actually really good. Maybe album art? Duo album! Record in Wisconsin, release under his name. WIll success be good for Ben? I think so. Still can’t believe Liv told him I wasn’t ok. Wow - good content for lyrics. You truly cannot write this.

How will people react to diss tracks? Extremely negatively. Or no reaction. We shall see. Maybe no real names in the titles...... only on Oh my. 4 names in titles is too many. Don’t release Auto track. Maybe on Voice Memos.

Track List: Good God Bed Head Rosa Reprise Oh My House Pop 1 skydive Pop 2 APhex GVO Pay 4 Take some Cherish Stars in F Are ya ok too bright Honeys Get to work Everybody That You Know Frost Bit BPC NYC New Age Heimet Helmet Deadbeat dads watermill for slitting bars romantic song david byrne Cinema study in cinema Brain ego Cherry doc marten Can’t liv w/o Venmo groceries Oh you like? Dancin DJ blues We are the State Farm robots Danny dorito is a dirty devito My funny valentine Zoomer blues The thing abt genres Blss Like minds ft dawson Lil toucha jazz Introducing car and driver The holy moment empire Ethics 101 - gma in the street Otto is sad I don’t know what it means! Operatic mellismatic Car and driver fest will be a success! Car and driver fest was a bust again! Cipha’s comedy corner Ryder Be gone evil atonal spirits!

Unreleased mental breakdown compilation ep:

I like all music! I’m a stupid pos Electric micro bike Get off your phone! John frusc Nice song Lap steel for 2 My masseuse advice Bed head wash sq Punchie John Maus yoyo interview Diminished kinda thing

Build the NYC scene, w Blu ish, Evan, 1 800, sweet joseph, Comics Club, Dawson, Sloppy Jane, Wheatus,

See Jack Fortin in NYC soon. Either my event or his.

Things are still good. Syd will be a great filmmaker. WIll maybe will end up with a dancer or a filmmaker - Probably not a musician. WIll have many loves.

Things are good right now - hope they stay that way.

Feel like Ezra Keonig - hopefully someone reads this one day and agrees. Different time in history and the internet - hope this is less cringe than Ezra’s blog , probably not. Ezra, if you’re reading this, sorry. See ya at Bernie’s rally.

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Slice it 2

#Slice it 2 update

#Slice it 2 skin

And it also bought me the removal of ads to help me enjoy the game even more. But it would buy more things I can do with my happiness. The game is fun and makes you happy regardless, proving that money doesn’t buy happiness. I’m getting good at hitting 50x and taking in some big wins, but then my excitement is diminished realizing. There just needs to be more content for the money.

#Slice it 2 skin

We need wayyy more knives, maybe skin packs for the knives or something, power ups (maybe like a bounce back for the knife if you over shoot), maybe even add a multiplayer where you can try to get the highest score in a generated level, entry fees with a winning pool. I have so much money I’m making for absolutely nothing. I’m around 220 now with over 4.6 million dollars. By level 60 or so I had purchased all the knives. Was happy with my purchase decision but then very shortly realized, We really need more to stuff to buy with my money. Dropped the $3 cus I enjoy the game and the ads were super frustrating. Also some of these reviews are fake so please read reviews before getting games if you wanna same some time.įirst off the ads are horrible. I was going to delete the game and write a bad review but I wanted to see if it was just a bug that needed to be fixed so here I am asking that you fix the fact that I am stuck on 2 stupid sections with invisible things to cut. Level after level it’s the same dang thing. I thought that maybe it was just that level but NO.

#Slice it 2 update

If I’m being completely honest I have found a way to get away with playing the game without ads and without paying for the no ads but that’s not the point! The point is that there are too many ads! Third as the levels go on you get different places and things to cut but after the update I have been stuck in the same 2 places and all the things I’m supposed to cut except for some apples are INVISIBLE. I get you need money but why throw so many ads expecting people to not delete your game within the first few seconds. (They did end up fixing it with a very recent update) Secondly there are quite a lot of ads (big surprise 🙄) which really brings a games enjoyment down. Firstly after a few levels in the shop disappeared and I was just stacking up money for no reason. I was going to give it a 4 star but there are hidden flaws that I very quickly noticed. It’s an ok game and pretty time consuming. When I saw this game it looked pretty satisfying so I tried it out and it was just like the ad.

#Slice it 2

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Latibule || Jihoon || Pt. 8 (FINAL)

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 (FINAL)

Word Count: 2225

Genre: fluff, slice-of-life, casual writing

Summary: No one had time for love in this day and age. Everyone was busy paying off loans, working hard to stabilize their life, and concentrating on not snapping at their boss and potentially losing their job. No one had time for love but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

Despite agreeing to go out on a “date”, the apartment was completely silent the next day. It wasn’t because neither of you were awake but you two both stood silently in front of your closet with one important question in your head: “How nice should I dress?”

Too nicely might give off the wrong idea if the other person wasn’t feeling the same way but if you don’t dress nice enough then the other party might feel disappointed. There was always a line of dressing for a romantic date or a platonic date. It was easy to dress for a platonic date but for a romantic date…it couldn’t be too obvious that you put in effort into that outfit.

Jihoon took an hour and a half to choose his outfit and you took two. Despite that, the two of you stepped out of the room still in your pajamas as if nothing had happened and as if you two had stopped being able to fall asleep at 5 AM due to the excitement that coursed through your veins.

“Did you just wake up?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Jihoon yawned.

“Man, I overslept.”

“Me too.”

“Should we just…skip breakfast then?”

“We could get brunch.”

You nodded. “Brunch sounds good. Do you use the bathroom first? I might take a bit.”

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll go first,” Jihoon nodded, heading back into his room to grab his clothes.

Brunch proceeded in a near silence and the atmosphere remained the same as it had in the apartment. The food was good but for some reason there was little to talk about. You wanted Jihoon to talk and Jihoon was hoping you’d make conversation but whenever one person spoke, so did the other and then sentences would be cut short.

There was something hanging in the air, Jihoon concluded as you guys stepped towards the ticket booth of the fair. It was a question that he was sure you were both wondering; is this a date?

“Where do you want to go first?” Jihoon asked after taking a deep breath. If this was a date he’d make it special! If it wasn’t a date then…maybe it would be one step closer to wooing you?

“Ah, I dunno, we just ate…”

“Then do you want to play games?” Jihoon pointed to the stalls and watched as you tilted your head in contemplation before your eyes lit up at the sight of something.

You turned to Jihoon and pointed excitedly. “Let’s go on that!”

“That?” Jihoon followed your hand and his jaw nearly dropped. “A-ah, that? You wanna go on that?”

You nodded, a big smile on your face as you completely missed Jihoon’s discomfort. “Yeah! Doesn’t it look fun?”

Jihoon nodded slowly. “It’s a pirate ship…that swings.”

“I loved riding those when I was a kid!” you said, turning to Jihoon. Your smile fell slightly at his expression. “Um, if you don’t want to go then I can just go myself.”

“Huh? No, uh, I’ve just never been on those types of rides. I usually just,” Jihoon cleared his throat awkwardly, “Play games.”

“Oh, then, you don’t have to—”

“But, you know, I wouldn’t mind trying it out,” Jihoon said, trying to sound casual.

Your eyes lit up again. “Don’t worry! You’ll love it! You can scream all you want on that ride and it just gets rid of all your frustrations.”

Jihoon laughed weakly and slowly trailed behind you until you reached out and grabbed his hand, tugging him forward towards the unfortunately short line. For a moment, he forgot his imminent death and stared down at your hand holding his. He gulped as his heart hammered against his chest but he was pulled away from his thoughts minutes later when the employee helped you guys into the ride.

The aftermath was better than the ride. Jihoon stumbled forward, thankful for the bench nearby as he settled down. You held back a laugh as you took your spot beside him and opened your small backpack, pulling out a water bottle.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Jihoon took the bottle and carefully took a sip, the color slowly returning to his face. “That was great. Fun, even.”

You laughed. “You don’t have to lie, Jihoon. Just tell me you didn’t like it.”

“No, it wasn’t bad, I just wasn’t used to being flung around like that,” Jihoon said with a shrug. He pointed to the large circular ride in the distance. “What about that? Do you want to go on that next?”

“The swing ride?” you took the water bottle back, amused as you stuffed it in your bag. “No, I think we should probably take a break.”

“Are you sure?” Jihoon wheezed. “I can handle it.”

You laughed harder and patted Jihoon’s head as he smiled. You giggled to a stop and shook your head. “Let’s walk around and do something else first.”

Jihoon nodded, taking a deep breath. “I mean, if you insist.”

After a few more minutes, Jihoon stood unsteadily and took a moment before you two began to head towards the stalls. The tense atmosphere had disappeared and you began to chat excitedly, pointing out things that you wanted to try and play and you’d jog ahead before you stopped and waited for Jihoon to dutifully follow you.

You stopped especially long at a game stall, however. It was a pesky one or maybe you just had bad aim. But, either way, Jihoon managed to slip away and by the time you had managed to win the small stuffed animal you had been eying, Jihoon had come back with his hands behind his back.

You raised an eyebrow. “What’re you hiding?”

“Wanna guess?”

“Did you leave while I was playing?”

Jihoon nodded, “Obviously, I was trying to find a way to get you away from the game.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes in disbelief but you looked to his back curiously. “What’d you get?”

“Guess.”

“…food?”

“What kind of food?”

“Hotdogs?”

“You said you weren’t hungry.”

“Ice-cream?”

“Do you want ice-cream?”

“Ah, just tell me what you got.”

Jihoon produced a bag of fluffy pink and blue cotton candy before handing it to you. “Last night you said you were looking forward to the cotton candy.”

You took the bag, a fascinated look in your eyes. “I thought you were falling asleep when I told you that.”

“I was. I even thought you had a halo over your head when I looked at you,” Jihoon said, drawing the halo above your head with a smile as you began to flush.

“Do I look like an angel to you?” you asked cheekily, but to your surprise Jihoon nodded.

“A very cute, pretty angel.”

You stared at him, eyes widening before you laughed. You shook your head pushing his shoulder a little, “Don’t say things like that! It’s like you’re flirting with me.”

“Is it weird that I’m flirting with you?”

You rolled your eyes as you opened the bag and took out a bit of cotton candy. “Are you flirting?”

“What do you consider flirting then if this isn’t it?” You scoffed, biting back a smile, before you shuffled away to the next game. Jihoon smiled and followed you, “Hey, let’s go together!”

As Jihoon walked beside you, his eyes wandered to the various rides, pointing out things that he wanted to go try and once you nodded your head would speed off. You sat down on the bench, happily taking the chance for a break as you ate the cotton candy that Jihoon had bought for you. You scrolled through your phone, reading messages from your friends that you had missed and your coworkers who pestered you about how it was going. You sent quick replies and went back to your Instagram and glanced up to find Jihoon still at the same game stall. You turned back to your phone and about ten minutes later, when you looked up again, you saw a large stuffed dog in front of you.

Jihoon placed it beside you and sat down. “It only took three tries.”

“Those were three very long tries,” you said with a laugh, but you looked at the large dog in fascination.

“I had to let other people go too, y’know?” Jihoon said, shrugging a bit.

“You’re really going all out today, aren’t?”

“Oh, so you’ve noticed?”

You shrugged and Jihoon rested his head on top of the dog, looking at you with a small, unconscious pout.

“Hey, why are you ignoring my advances?”

“Are they advances?”

Jihoon nodded.

“So, you’re telling me, that you want them to be advances?”

Jihoon nodded again. “Are you going to accept them?”

You looked up at the sky that was slowly starting to darken before you turned to him with a smile. “I’ll tell you after we get home.”

Jihoon scoffed as he watched you stand. He grabbed the stuffed dog and followed you. “Hey, don’t leave us behind!”

As the sky turned shifted colors, Jihoon handed the stuffed dog to you. You hugged your present and stared walking again when your eyes lit up at the sight of the carousel. You turned to Jihoon excitedly and tugged him towards it. He grinned but a thought fluttered through his head and he lifted his phone, switching on his camera, and taking a picture just as you turned back to say something to him, a big smile on your face.

Your eyes widened. “Did you just take a picture of me?”

Jihoon looked down to his phone fondly as you continued to drag him. “Yeah, it looks nice.”

“Ah, delete it! I wasn’t ready.”

“Those are the best pictures though,” Jihoon said seriously, a small frown on his face as he protectively pushed his phone into his back pocket.

“You better show it to me when we get back home.”

“After I back it up in case you delete it,” Jihoon said, scrunching his nose.

You giggled but nodded. “I won’t delete it though, don’t worry.”

Jihoon smiled as you two stopped and you pushed the stuffed dog into Jihoon’s hands. “I’m going to ride this, okay? Oh! Can you take a picture of me too? I want to send post it on Instagram.”

Jihoon nodded, sitting down on the bench as you headed for the line at the carousel.

Jihoon found pride in himself when the pictures of you turned out way nicer than he would have expected. He has never taken pictures of people before and his pride only swelled when you complimented him with that sparkly eyed look of yours that appeared whenever you got too excited.

“This looks great!”

Jihoon bowed his head. “Why, thank you.”

You grinned. “I should be the one thanking you. You took nice pictures of me and you took me out to the fair. This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

“Oh, really? Then, would you say that you’re grateful to me?”

You nodded but then narrowed your eyes. “Are you trying to imply something? Do you want something from me because you’re grateful?”

“Yes,” Jihoon nodded. “I want to know if you’re accepting my advances.”

You stared at him and took a deep breath. “Well…how about you answer my question first.”

Jihoon raised an eyebrow. “Sure.”

“Is this a date?”

“I…wouldn’t mind for it to be.”

“Is it or is it not?”

“It is,” Jihoon replied quickly.

You grinned. “Then, I guess I would have to accept your advances, wouldn’t I?”

Jihoon pursed his lips, trying to keep the happiness from his face as he cleared his throat. “Then…would it be safe to assume that…you wouldn’t mind dating me either?”

You tilted your head and spent a long while pretending to ponder this thought. Jihoon’s palms began to feel sweaty and he felt bad for the stuffed animal he was holding. You took in a deep breath and then turned on your heel, starting to walk away.

“Ah, why do you keep leaving me today!” Jihoon asked, starting after you again. “Don’t walk away. Answer me.”

You glanced back at him, a mischievous smile on your face. “Well, I like you, so I guess I wouldn’t mind dating you.”

Jihoon stopped walking and you halted as well. He stared at you with wide eyes as if he didn’t expect this. You watched him, amused, as realization washed over him and his face began to redden. “I-I like you too!”

“Oh, really?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, come on, don’t act like that, do you know how nervous I was? There were so many thoughts going through my head last night, I couldn’t even sleep!”

You giggled and patted his head, taking his hand into yours again. “Don’t get worked up. I’m only teasing.”

Jihoon’s face stayed the same shade of red though as you two began walking again. “Are we leaving now?”

“The fair’s going to close soon,” you laughed. “Plus, aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to go home?”

“I am home though.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“You’re my home,” Jihoon said with a wide grin as he held up your intertwined hands and placed a kiss on the back of your palm.

He was home again and by the look in your eyes, he knew that you felt the same.

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