#wanna go out to eat with us? you should come by our stall!

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if the p4 the magician manga gave us anything it was yosuke canonically using kaomojis

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Ayakashi Summer Festival | Chapter 6

Izumi: The summer festival has finally begun. Fufu, the atmosphere combined with everyone’s outfits is incredible.

Hisoka: It’s not just us, the people from the shopping district are wearing ayakashi costumes and accessories too…

Omi: I saw a couple I usually see at the grocery store earlier and they were wearing ayakashi masks and looked happy while getting ready for the event.

Azuma: Your costumes are very fitting and cute on you, Haruto and Shift.

Shift: Hehe, thanks!

Haruto: Thanks.

Shift: By the way, is Omi-san the only one not wearing any makeup?

Haruto: It’s because of his role, isn’t it?

Omi: Yeah, it’s because I’m a tsuchigumo. Plus my character has a lot of human qualities in the play.

Shift: Makes sense!

Masumi: Seems like the festive is really popular because of the ayakashi theme.

Misumi: Kazu said that too~!

Guy: I’m sure we’ll get lots of visitors then.

Shopping District Chairman: Thank you, everyone, for your help with the preparation so far. Today’s finally the day for the summer festival.

Shopping District Chairman: Let’s make sure to do our best so there will be no injuries and everyone who comes will leave with a smile on their face. Do your best, everyone.

Izumi: Well then, Misumi-kun, Azuma-san, and Guy-san can start by patrolling around and Hisoka-san, Omi-kun, and Masumi-kun can help out at the stalls.

Izumi: I’ll go around the whole festival and help out wherever people need it.

Masumi: I want to help with you. I’m coming with you.

Izumi: I’ll come and check on you and the others when I’m free, Masumi-kun. For now, make sure you help with the stalls so that all the attendees can have fun.

Masumi: Got it. I’ll do my best.

Haruto: Ugh… Usui really never changes, huh…

Shift: Well, we’ve got a contest to get ready for, so we’re headin’ to the stage.

Haruto: You all better be ready to bring it.

Misumi: Kaaay!

Izumi: Good luck, guys!

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Azuma: Seems like no one is injured or unwell.

Guy: Yes, it does appear that way.

Misumi: Ah! Omi and the others are helping out at the chocolate-covered banana stall!

Masumi: Welcome. We’ve got ayakashi chocolate-covered bananas.

Hisoka: Would you like a sweet and cute ayakashi chocolate-covered banana?

Attendee A: Waah, cute! They’re decorated to look like youkai!

Attendee B: This one even has marshmallows on it! That’s so Inste-able~!

Attendee C: Mama! I wanna eat a chocolate-covered banana!

Omi: Here you go, two chocolate-covered bananas. Thank you for your patronage.

Azuma: Looks like they’re getting lots of business.

Guy: It’s started to get crowded. Perhaps we should help organize the line.

Misumi: Right! Anyone who’s getting a chocolate-covered banana, please line up over he~re.

Azuma: The line for the chocolate-covered bananas starts here.

Guy: We will inform you where to get into line.

Attendee D: I’ll take one ayakashi chocolate-covered banana, please!

Omi: Thank you so much! Here you are.

Azuma: Now the line has been rearranged and the walkway is easier to get through.

Guy: Yes, there should be no problems with things like this.

Misumi: This shop is really popular, so Masumi and the others are gonna have to work super hard~.

Azuma: They are. They look quite busy now, so we can talk to them later.

Guy: Yes. For now, let’s try and head over by the stage.

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Misumi: Waah, there’s a lotta people~!

Azuma: The contest is about to start and it seems to be getting people excited.

Madoka: Ah, Nii-san.

Misumi: Madoka~!

Madoka: Your costume is amazing.

Misumi: It’s a daidarabotchi costume. Yuki made it~!

Madoka: I see. It really fits you, Nii-san.

Misumi: Ehehe, I’m glad you think so~!

Guy: I thought your promise to meet up with Ikaruga was later, but you’re already at the stage.

Madoka: It was. But watching plays is also a good way to study for scriptwriting, so I decided to watch some of the plays.

Azuma: You’re quite studious, Madoka.

Misumi: I’ll give you a reward for being so hardworking, Madoka!

Madoka: Eh, a reward…?

Guy: I see, that’s a good idea.

Azuma: Fufu, I think so too.

Misumi: Ah, it’s almost time to go and help out at the stalls.

Misumi: Madoka, I’ll send you a LIME later, so come to the place I send you on LIME when you get hungry!

Madoka: ? O-Okay, got it.

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Misumi: Hmhmhm~m ♪

Azuma: You seem to be having fun helping out, Misumi.

Misumi: Yeah, I am! And it makes me even more happy seeing other people go around the festival looking happy too~.

Azuma: I feel that way too. I hope Guy is having fun going around the festival on his break.

Madoka: There you are, Nii-san.

Misumi: Madoka! Welcome~.

Madoka: This is the stall you told me to come to on LIME and this is… A donut stall?

Madoka: A donut stall at a festival…

Azuma: Unusual, isn’t it?

Misumi: They’re decorated to look like ayakashi~. Here’s one for you, Madoka!

Madoka: Thank you, Nii-san. Umm… How much do I owe?

Misumi: It’s on me!

Madoka: Eh, are you sure?

Misumi: It’s okay, I wanna do this!

Madoka: But…

Azuma: I think Misumi would be happier if you let him spoil you, Madoka.

Misumi: Yeah, yeah!

Madoka: …I’ll take your word for it, then. Thank you, it looks good.

Misumi: Ehehe, you’re welcome!

Attendee A: Excuse me, I’d like three ayakashi donuts!

Misumi: Welcome, coming right up!

Madoka: Well then, I’ll go back to my seat by the stage…

Azuma: Ah, wait a moment.

Azuma: I thought you should know that this stall was actually Misumi’s idea.

Madoka: Eh, it was Nii-san’s idea…?

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[spicykaraage]

Wisteria Flowers Dancing in the Breeze - Story Translation

[Prologue]

Oishi: Okay, we should all be done with our shopping now.

Tezuka: No, Fuji’s not back yet.

Kikumaru: Oh, looks like he’s heading this way.

Fuji: You’re all back already. Sorry I’m late.

Inui: There was still time left. Don’t worry about it.

Kawamura: I saw you in the camera shop. You looked pretty busy in there…

Fuji: Yeah. The guy at the camera store was very knowledgeable about lenses and methods on taking photos.

Fuji: We were talking so much, I lost track of the time.

Tezuka: That sounds like you, Fuji.

Fuji: Even though photography’s my hobby, I still wanna improve in anyway I can.

Fuji: He told me the wisteria flowers are in full bloom right now, and he showed me all kinds of photos.

Tezuka: Right, we were also discussing that earlier.

Fuji: About the wisteria flowers…?

Tezuka: There’s been talk of these beautiful wisteria trellises at the shrine nearby. Apparently many people have been visiting there to view the flowers.

Kawamura: The shopping district’s gonna hold an event and have stalls set up there over the weekend.

Inui: It appears the shopping district is sponsoring the event. There’s posters of it all over the place.

Fuji: Wow…

Fuji: (Wisteria flowers… I’m curious now, especially after talking about flower photography earlier.)

Tezuka: We get half of a day off this weekend.

Tezuka: I think we should check it out.

Fuji: Huh?

Inui: Oh, so you’ve taken interest, Tezuka…

Oishi: It’s a great idea, isn’t it? Now that we know about it, why don’t we all go?

Kikumaru: Yeah. Let’s eat some delicious food from one of stalls.

Inui: Choosing food over flowers as usual, Eiji.

Kikumaru: Food, flowers, either way is fine!

Kawamura: Let’s invite Echizen and the others when they get back.

Fuji: Right…

Tezuka: What is it, Fuji. You want to go, don’t you?

Fuji: Of course I wanna go… Don’t I?

Tezuka: “Don’t I?”

Fuji: Nevermind. Fufu… This’ll be fun.

[Episode 1]

Tezuka: …A few more people won’t make much of a difference.

Fuji: Okay then, I’ll invite Yuuta too.

Gakuto: You guys heading out somewhere?

Yuushi: Pretty late for that, isn’t it.

Fuji: Oh, no. We’re talking about the weekend.

Tezuka: All of us from Seigaku are going to see the wisteria flowers at the shrine.

Gakuto: Wisteria flowers at the shrine…? Sounds like a field trip if you ask me.

Yuushi: That sounds nice and sentimental.

Fuji: There’s gonna be an event with stalls and everything. Kinda like a cherry blossom festival.

Gakuto: Huh, that actually sounds fun.

Yuushi: Food over flowers…

Gakuto: Shut up.

Fuji: Fufu… We were saying the same thing about Eiji.

Gakuto: Wha…

Yuuta: Huh, Big Bro?

Fuji: Yuuta, perfect timing. Are you gonna be free this weekend?

Yuuta: Why, what’s going on…

Mizuki: Yuuta-kun has already made plans for the weekend.

Fuji: Oh, you’re here too.

Mizuki: How could you not see me when I am literally standing right here!?

Yuuta: Well, I already have plans to go the shopping district with Mizuki-san. There’s a shop I kinda want to check out.

Fuji: We were talking about going to the shopping district too. How about we go together?

Yuuta: Huh…

Mizuki: I don’t mind. Even though it’s not ideal, we may as well go together since we’ll run into each other anyway.

Fuji: You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.

Mizuki: Did you forget I’m the one who made plans with Yuuta-kun first!?

Yuuta: Haha… It’ll be nice hanging out with you that day, Tezuka-san.

Tezuka: Right, I look forward to it as well.

Gakuto: Hey, Yuushi. Why don’t we go too?

Yuushi: Sure. Let’s go tell Atobe and the others.

[Episode 2]

Tezuka: Everyone should be here by now…

Kawamura: Looks like there’s some people missing though.

Kabaji: Atobe-san received an urgent phone call… He says you can go on ahead.

Jirou: A phone call won’t take that long. I’ll get something to drink before Atobe gets here.

Choutarou: Ah, Jirou-san, where are you going?

Jirou: The vending machines!

Tezuka: …Right. Let’s wait a bit.

Choutarou: Um, Hyotei’s gonna be late anyway, so you can go on ahead…

Kawamura: It’s fine, we’re not in any rush so we can all go together.

Jirou: Kaba-chan!

Kabaji: ?

Tezuka: That was certainly quick.

Jirou: I have something for you!

Kabaji: This is…

Tezuka: A ten yen coin…?

Kawamura: That’s a giza coin, isn’t it. What a rare find.

Jirou: Whenever I get a ten yen coin, I always “C” what kind it is. I collect them for Kaba-chan.

Gakuto: You’re strangely dedicated, Jirou.

Jirou: Hehe, thanks.

Shishido: …Was that even a compliment?

Kabaji: …Jirou-senpai, thank you very much.

Jirou: Don’t mention it!

Atobe: What’s going on, you were all supposed to go on ahead.

Tezuka: You’re here.

Atobe: Yeah, sorry for the delay. Did these guys give you any trouble?

Tezuka: No. If anything, they’re pleasant to be around.

Atobe: ?

[Episode 3]

*click!*

Kikumaru: Fuji. What’re you taking photos of?

Fuji: The scenery.

Kikumaru: But I’m pretty sure we see it all the time~

Fuji: No matter how many photos I take, I’ll never get tired of it since they show different faces in different places.

Fuji: Oh, this is a great shot.

*click!*

Tezuka: …What.

Fuji: Were you just holding back a yawn?

Tezuka: I don’t know about that.

Ryoma: Fuji-senpai, show me that photo later.

Fuji: Fufu… I’ll think about it.

Tezuka: Fuji…

Oishi: Haha. I get why you’d yawn, though.

Oishi: This nice weather and beautiful scenery, it’s really relaxing.

Ryoma: Too relaxing, it’s making me sleepy.

Kikumaru: Heyy…

Ryoma: …Hm? Where’s that coming from…

Kikumaru: Over here. Look, slooowly… at my fingertips.

Oishi: It’s a ladybug. Where’d it come from?

Kikumaru: There’s a field of canola flowers over there. I was checking them out, and it suddenly flew in and landed on my finger.

*click!*

Kikumaru: Oh.

Ryoma: Oh, it flew off.

Fuji: Sorry, Eiji. I was trying not to startle it, but…

Kikumaru: It’s okay. Pretty sure it was about to fly off, anyway.

Kikumaru: But we’ll always be together in the photo, send me it later!

Fuji: Yeah, of course.

Tezuka: You’ve been taking a lot of photos today.

Fuji: That’s what I came to do. My plan is to take a lot of photos of the scenery, flowers and people.

Fuji: And I plan on taking a lot of photos of you too, Tezuka, so you better be ready.

Tezuka: …Go easy on me.

[Episode 4]

Kaidoh: Pss pss pss… Here, come on.

Momoshiro: …Hm?

Kaidoh: Come on, don’t be afraid.

Momoshiro: Kaidoh, who you talking to?

Kaidoh: …!

Cat: Meow…

Momoshiro: Oh, a cat. You’re fond of them, aren’t ya.

Kaidoh: Shut up. I just… happened to see it.

Momoshiro: Oh whatever, you were going out of your way to talk to it.

Kaidoh: Huh? And what’s wrong with that?

Momoshiro: Did I say there was anything wrong with it? You’re insecure, totally insecure!

Kaidoh: Quit yelling, you idiot! You’re gonna scare the cat!

Ryoma: The cat’s already gone.

Kaidoh: Oh…

Ryoma: You guys never learn, do you…

—

Jirou: …Mm. I heard a cat meow…

Atobe: Huhh? Already falling asleep, Jirou.

Jirou: Wanna nap with a cat… *snore*…

Atobe: …Figures. Kabaji, carry him.

Kabaji: Right.

Momoshiro: …Huh. Akutagawa-san’s fallen asleep?

Ryoma: Wow, that’s nice. Being able to sleep and still be on the move.

Atobe: What Echizen, do you wish to be carried as well?

Ryoma: No thanks.

Ryoma: But isn’t he heavy, Kabaji-san?

Kabaji: I’m used to it…

Atobe: Don’t underestimate Kabaji’s strength.

Ryoma: I wasn’t.

Momoshiro: But being able to carry a middle school boy so easily, I don’t even have half that kind of strength.

Kaidoh: If he does it all the time then he’s probably getting some good training in.

Momoshiro: Yeah, true…

Momoshiro: Hey Echizen, lemme carry you.

Ryoma: I just said I didn’t want to…

[Episode 5]

Tezuka: Quite the turnout. There’s more than I was expecting.

Fuji: Guess the wisteria trellises at the shrine are pretty popular.

Mizuki: There’s also wisteria flowers on display throughout the shopping district.

Yuuta: They’ve got some on the front of that store.

Yuuta: Hey, Big Bro. Look.

Fuji: Hm?

Yuuta: The front of that store would make a good photo, wouldn’t it? Especially with the wisteria flowers.

Fuji: You’re right. Okay, smile, Yuuta.

Yuuta: Huh?

*click!*

Fuji: Mm, you weren’t smiling, but it’s still a good expression.

Yuuta: Hey, why you taking photos of me?

Fuji: I’m taking photos of the wisteria flowers too.

Yuuta: Yeah, like I’ll believe that…

Fuji: Fufu…

Fuji: This place certainly is picturesque. Since we’re here, let’s take a group photo.

Tezuka: Wouldn’t it be better to take it at the shrine?

Fuji: That’s what I thought too, but I think it’ll be hard since it’s probably crowded over there.

Tezuka: True. Okay everyone, gather around.

Mizuki: Us as well?

Fuji: If you wanna join then you can?

Mizuki: Well when you put it that way, maybe I won’t…

Yuuta: Hey, now… Let’s make this a happy memory.

Tezuka: Everyone, be mindful of the people passing by.

Fuji: Okay, I’m taking it. Say “cheese”.

*click!*

—

Shishido: …Let’s grab some grub first.

Gakuto: I thought we were flower-viewing first?

Shishido: They’re selling cheese sandwiches over there. It’s rare to see that at a stall.

Gakuto: Oh, there’s a karaage stall too.

Fuji: I think I’m gonna swing by the camera store I visited the other day.

Yuuta: There’s somewhere else I wanna check out…

Mizuki: Let us make haste then, Yuuta-kun.

Tezuka: …It’s definitely hard trying to do things as a group with this many people.

Tezuka: In that case, let’s all go at our own discretion. We’ll all meet up again at the shrine’s precincts in two hours, around 5:00 p.m.

All: Okay!

[Episode 6]

Fuji: …Okay. What to do now…

Tezuka: Fuji.

Fuji: Tezuka. I thought you went to the bookstore.

Tezuka: The store had some kind of event going on, it wasn’t a very welcoming atmosphere.

Fuji: Yeah, it’s crowded over here too.

Tezuka: Didn’t you say you were going to the camera store.

Fuji: I already went. I also ended up talking to that guy at the store again…

—

Tezuka: …A photo contest sponsored by the shopping district?

Fuji: Yeah, I remember he asked me to join the last time I was there when he was showing me how to take photos.

Fuji: He seemed really eager when he brought it up, but I dunno…

Tezuka: Are there conditions to participate?

Fuji: Not that I know of. All you have to do is submit a photo you’ve taken at the shopping district before the deadline.

Fuji: But the judges are professional photographers. So they might be a tough crowd.

Tezuka: You’re unsure of yourself.

Fuji: Yeah… I mean I am glad he asked me to join.

Fuji: But my favorite photo may end up being a disappointment, you know.

Tezuka: But that would only be a technical evaluation, they don’t judge them based on sentimental value.

Fuji: …

Fuji: Yeah, you’re right. Guess I was stressing over it a little too much.

Fuji: Okay, I’m gonna join then.

Tezuka: Right. Is there a particular photo you’re going to submit?

Fuji: I have one in mind. But I’ve only got about an hour before the deadline, so I’m gonna take as many photos as I can until then.

Fuji: Would you like to join me, Tezuka?

Tezuka: Let’s go together.

Fuji: You’re amazing you know that, Tezuka.

Tezuka: …? How so?

Fuji: What you just said. Alright, let’s go get some photos of the wisteria trellises first.

[Episode 7]

Fuji: There’s a ton of people here to see the wisteria trellises as I expected.

Tezuka: It appears you won’t be able to take photos so easily…

Fuji: Huh? That sweets shop over there…

—

Yuuta: …Wow, this is so good…

Mizuki: There’s… an elegant sweetness to it, how delicious.

Fuji: Hey, so you’re here.

Yuuta: Oh, Big Bro and Tezuka-san.

Tezuka: So they put a sweets shop over here.

Mizuki: Nhm, it’s a famous locally owned Japanese confectionery that branches out over here only during this season.

Mizuki: Their black tea manjuu is a popular item. They knead the tea leaves into both the dough and red bean paste, it’s absolutely delicious.

Yuuta: Oh check it out, they’ve got a limited-edition wisteria manjuu. Look, the dough’s purple.

Fuji: Huh, never seen that before. Is this the place you wanted to go to, Yuuta?

Yuuta: Yeah. I was gonna go by myself at first, but then I’d feel awkward eating all these sweets, y’know?

Yuuta: So I invited Mizuki-san since I thought he’d be interested in the black tea manjuu.

Mizuki: Yes, the combination of Japanese sweets and tea go hand in hand.

Fuji: Hmm…

Fuji: Okay, then to commemorate today… Cheese.

*click!*

Mizuki: Wha…

Yuuta: Back at it again… At least give us a warning if you’re gonna take a photo.

Fuji: You’d tense up if I did told you. I wanted to get a natural look.

Mizuki: That photo you took…

Fuji: Yeah, I’ll share it with you later.

Mizuki: R-Right. Thank you for that.

Fuji: Don’t mention it.

Yuuta: Huh…? So you two are starting to get along…

Tezuka: Mizuki, a moment.

Mizuki: Yes?

Tezuka: The left side of your mouth has bean paste on it.

Mizuki: Huh…

Yuuta: Ah…

Mizuki: Fuji-kun, you knew, didn’t you!?

Fuji: Fufu…

Yuuta: *sigh*… Never mind…

[Episode 8]

Yuuta: …Photo contest?

Fuji: Yep. I decided to apply for it.

Mizuki: Fuji-kun, you’re not going to submit that photo you just took, are you?

Fuji: Who knows?

Mizuki: Hey…

Tezuka: He already decided which photo he’ll submit before we even got here.

Mizuki: …You could’ve told me that sooner. Honestly…

Jirou: Ah, there’s a sweets shop over there!

Kabaji: …It’s a branch.

Mizuki: Oh, Akutagawa-kun and Kabaji-kun.

Jirou: Huh, you guys are here now. Is it time already?

Fuji: No, there’s still time.

Yuuta: We were eating the sweets at that shop earlier. They’re really delicious.

Jirou: Really? Kaba-chan, what should we do.

Kabaji: We’ve already had yakisoba, and karaage, and a cheese sandwich and french fries…

Tezuka: You’ve eaten a lot.

Kabaji: We all shared our food and ate together.

Fuji: Wow. Everyone at Hyotei sharing their food would’ve been a great photo.

Jirou: Oh, that’s right. Hey there, Fuji.

Fuji & Yuuta: ?

Jirou: Oh right, gotta say which one. Big Fuji!

Jirou: Y’know that photo you took at the shopping district earlier? Send me it later.

Fuji: Yes, of course. I plan on sending it to all of you.

Fuji: Oh, and about that photo, I have a favor to ask you all.

Jirou: A favor?

Mizuki & Yuuta: …?

[Episode 9]

Hiyoshi: …Oh, a photo contest huh.

Yuushi: They’ll be announcing the results later.

Tezuka: All right. Looks like everyone’s here.

Fuji: Five o’clock on the dot.

Yuushi: I heard you guys were hanging around here for a while.

Fuji: Yeah. I was taking photos.

Hiyoshi: I heard you entered the contest.

Fuji: I did. I wasn’t able to get the OK from everyone beforehand, but—

Jirou: Hey guys, the results of the photo contest are being announced!

Yuushi: …Whoa Jirou, you’re really worked up.

Fuji: He really like the photo I submitted. So he must be curious on how it turned out.

Tezuka: Let’s get going.

—

Yuushi: …I don’t see them.

Kabaji: …Right.

Jirou: Huh~, but they were such good photos, I thought for sure they’d win!

Hiyoshi: The winner’s a photo of a cat.

Jirou: Ugh~. That’s a good photo too, I guess~

Tezuka: …That’s too bad.

Fuji: Yeah. But…

Fuji: Even with these results, it was a good memory. If there’s a next time, I’d love to win the prize.

Tezuka: Right.

Jirou: There it is!

Fuji: Huh?

Jirou: The participant section! Over here, I “C” us over here!

Yuushi: Oh, isn’t that the first group photo we took?

Fuji: Sorry for just submitting it. I couldn’t check with you all beforehand.

Jirou: You asked us for a favor though, didn’t you. To use this photo, right.

Hiyoshi: You don’t really need our permission, it’s your photo isn’t it.

Yuushi: Everyone’s got a nice smile.

Fuji: Don’t they. That’s why I wanted everyone to see it.

Jirou: This is the true winner in my opinion. Right, Kaba-chan.

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: Fufu… I’m happy to hear that.

Fuji: I’m definitely glad I joined this contest.

Tezuka: …So it appears.

[Episode 10]

Tezuka: …The trellises at night?

Fuji: I heard they’re beautiful when they’re all lit up. I’d like to take photos of it to commemorate.

Fuji: The guy at the camera store recommended I take photos at night since there’ll be less people around.

Tezuka: Echizen and the others are already heading back. Let’s divide into two groups of who’s staying and who’s going.

Fuji: I’m fine staying by myself. I don’t want anyone staying if they don’t want to.

Tezuka: There are some of us who are interested in seeing the wisteria at night. I’m one of them.

Fuji: Tezuka…

Yuuta: Yeah, I’ll stay too. I heard the wisteria at night is awesome to see.

Mizuki: The clerk at the sweets shop mention it as well. They said it’s a whole different world at night.

Atobe: A whole different world, huh. Hearing you say that has piqued my interest…

Shishido: Sorry, but I’m heading out. Training over flowers.

Shishido: Wakashi and the others said they’re gonna jog on the way home, so I’m going with them.

Atobe: Then I’m going too. We’ll check out the wisteria at night some other time.

Atobe: Tezuka, I entrust them to you.

Tezuka: And I trust you with the ones leaving, Atobe.

Shishido: …Huh? Hey, where’d Jirou go?

Atobe: Probably asleep somewhere. As always.

Shishido: Christ, forget “food over flowers” it’s all about sleep for him…

—

Mizuki: …It’s nighttime now.

Yuuta: Kinda spooky since there’s not that many lights around the shrine…

Tezuka: Maybe it’s so the wisteria will look better at night.

Fuji: By the way, I’ve been thinking about this since we saw the wisteria in the afternoon…

Fuji: The flowers have a strong fragrance, don’t they?

Yuuta: I knew something smelled good as soon as we came to the shopping district.

Yuuta: I just wasn’t sure what it was at first.

Mizuki: They were all around the entire district, so of course that’s what we’ve been smelling.

Tezuka: The scent has gotten even stronger.

Fuji: There it is…!

[Episode 11]

Mizuki: This is…

Mizuki: Magnificent. It truly is a fantastical world…

Yuuta: Incredible… This doesn’t even feel real.

Mizuki: Nhm, the clerk did say it’s a different world at night, now I understand.

Fuji: …

Tezuka: You’re not going to take any?

Fuji: Huh?

Tezuka: Photos.

Fuji: Oh, I forgot… I just couldn’t stop looking.

Fuji: I think I’ll look some more before taking any photos. It’d be a shame to only look at this through a lens.

Tezuka: Right… It is good to calmly observe.

Jirou: Whoaa! Awesome!

Yuuta: Oh, I thought everyone from Hyotei left…

Jirou: I kinda got left behind. Hehe.

Mizuki: I don’t think that’s something to laugh over.

Mizuki: And you too?

Kabaji: No…

Kabaji: Atobe-san left me in charge of Jirou-senpai today.

Jirou: Kaba-chan, thanks for sticking with me.

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: Tezuka—

Fuji: Oh…

Tezuka: …

Fuji: …

*click!*

Tezuka: …Fuji.

Fuji: Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.

Tezuka: No, it’s fine.

Fuji: I just couldn’t resist. Seeing you like—

Tezuka: …?

Fuji: Mmm, never mind.

Fuji: Fufu… Another memory for me.

Tezuka: Speaking of memories… Fuji.

[Episode 12]

Tezuka: Speaking of memories… Fuji.

Fuji: ?

Tezuka: There hasn’t been any good photos taken of you, Fuji.

Fuji: Yeah, since I’m the one with the camera.

Fuji: But Eiji and Momo took photos on their phones. They’ll send them to me later.

Jirou: Oh yeah! Now that you mention it, you weren’t in the group photo, Fuji.

Jirou: And you were stuck taking all the photos. It’s too bad we didn’t notice sooner…

Yuuta: Big Bro, you’re always the one taking the photos aren’t you.

Fuji: It’s fine. That’s how it is when you’re the one holding the camera.

Kabaji: …I’ll take one then.

Kabaji: Everyone please line up.

Jirou: Huh, but you should be in the photo too, Kaba-chan.

Mizuki: Then perhaps we can ask someone else to do it.

Mizuki: Our group isn’t that big, so there shouldn’t be an issue.

Tezuka: Right. We may as well take a photo with everyone present.

Fuji: You guys…

—

Fuji: …Thank you. Another memory added my collection.

Tezuka: There’s one more, actually.

Fuji: Huh…

Tezuka: You’ve taken plenty. Now allow me to take one.

Fuji: It’s fine. I was just doing it because I wanted to.

Tezuka: If you don’t wish to be photographed, then that’s fine.

Tezuka: Even though you went and took all those ones of me earlier.

Fuji: Payback?

Tezuka: Returning the favor.

Fuji: …It’s kind of embarrassing now that I’m the one being photographed.

Tezuka: Now you’ll understand how we felt.

Fuji: You were embarrassed too, Tezuka?

Tezuka: …Taking it.

*click!*

—

Mizuki: …Yuuta-kun, don’t forget the souvenirs.

Yuuta: Of course. Most of these sweets are for me, though…

Jirou: So sleepy…

Jirou: But I’ll be fine. Let’s walk home together!

Kabaji: Right.

Fuji: I hope we can all come back to visit again.

Tezuka: It’s the shopping district, you’re free to come here anytime you want.

Fuji: That’s not exactly what I meant…

Fuji: Well, it’s fine. We should do this again sometime.

Tezuka: …Yeah.

[Epilogue]

Yuuta: Oh, look! They just showed the shrine!

Jirou: Huh, really?

Kabaji: …I believe that was the shrine.

Mizuki: Maybe they’ll do a segment on it after this.

Tezuka: Looks lively in here.

Yuuta: Oh, Tezuka-san. They were showing those wisteria trellises we saw yesterday on the TV.

Tezuka: Oh…?

Mizuki: It’s a special program showcasing the beauty of the wisteria flowers.

Yuuta: They showed it earlier, so I think they’re gonna show it again.

Fuji: Oh, you’re all here.

Fuji: Perfect timing actually. I wanted to give you all these photos.

Yuuta: You already printed them out, Big Bro? Weren’t there a lot of them?

Fuji: Yeah, but I chose carefully. It’s good to see them when they’re still fresh in your memory.

Tezuka: You did well on these… It was a lot of work though, wasn’t it?

Fuji: Of course. But for me, it’s a fun process.

Jirou: Hey, check out this photo. You can “C” Mizuki has bean paste on his mouth.

Yuuta: Ah…

Mizuki: Hey, Fuji-kun! Didn’t you just say you chose carefully!?

Fuji: It’s a great photo, isn’t it.

Fuji: Tezuka, this photo is for you.

Tezuka: This is…

Fuji: Fufu… It’s a great shot, right?

Jirou: Huh, what photo?

Fuji: I caught Tezuka almost yawn—

Tezuka: Fuji.

Jirou: What, what? I wanna know!

Kabaji: Ah… On the TV…

Yuuta: Oh, there’s the shrine! They’re introducing it!

Mizuki: Those wisteria trellises have made a mark.

Fuji: Everyone’s distracted now.

Tezuka: Good grief…

Fuji: I really like that photo. I think it’s good to let your guard down sometimes, at least on your days off.

Tezuka: …Maybe so.

Tezuka: By the way, I didn’t see that photo I took.

Fuji: Yeah, it’s only me in that photo, but… did you want it?

Tezuka: I am the one who took it.

Fuji: Fufu… That’s a weird answer.

Fuji: Okay, I’ll give you it later.

[STORY END]

Nothing more heartwarming than… unsolicited photography… I guess…

[demonslayelover]

THE BOYS TABLE: CHAPTER 3

This is chapter 3 of The Boys Table!

The Heartsteel one shot is coming soon! I just thought I’d post this since I uploaded a new chapter to this book on Wattpad. It’s under the same name and my name is Partygirls45. I lose inspiration a lot so I don’t really update. Also I’ve been working on an actual story inspired by Jeff the Killer.

Hope you enjoyyy!!!

My eyes widen as I start pacing back and forth.

'How the hell did Michael know where I lived?'

'I never told him so how would he know?'

'Wait maybe Tyrone told him." I tell myself.

I quickly run to the house phone and call Tyrone's number.

"Hello?" He answers the phone.

"Did you, by any chance, perhaps, tell Michael where I live?" I ask hopefully.

"Ummm... no." Tyrone says.

"Really? Like it never slipped out during a conversation or anything?" I ask.

"No." Tyrone says.

"Is everything all right?" He asks clearly worried for me.

"Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine I just need a minute." I say hanging the phone up.

"How the hell did he know where I lived?"

'I need answers but their is only one way I can think to get them.'

"Oh sweetie it's so nice that you wanted to come here to celebrate your sisters birthday!" My mom cheers as we pull into the parking lot of a Freddy Fazbear's place.

"Yeah super nice." I groan hopping out of the car.

'Find Michael, ask him how he knew where I lived and get the fuck out of here.' I tell myself repeatedly.

Once inside a rush of memories fill my head.

"I'm gonna go find us a table and some food you go have fun and play all those arcade games." My mom tells me kissing my cheek.

I nod my head and walk off to find Michael.

"I guess it's someone's birthday today."

I walked for a while until a little boy in a striped shirt runs up to me.

"Hello are you here for my party?" He asks me.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Evan Afton." He says smiling.

"Yes I am here for your birthday." I says smiling.

He nods his head and leads me to a table full of gifts.

"Mikey! Mikey! Look another kid came for my party!!" Evan cries running towards Michael.

He turns around and locks eyes with me.

I smirk and wave at him.

"Whatever runt. Why don't you go play some more games while me and him 'talk'." Michael says.

'I did not like the way he said talk.'

Evan nods and runs off.

Michael frowns at me and drags me into a bathroom stall.

"Why are you here?" He asks pinning me to the wall of the stall.

"My mom wanted to celebrate my sisters birthday here. Just a coincidence it's on the same day as your brothers." I say.

He lets out a loud sigh and leans in to my face.

"What do you want from me?" He asks.

"For you to answer some questions." I say.

He nods his head as if telling me to continue.

"How did you know where I lived?" I ask.

His face goes blank for a few minutes before he looks at me dumbfounded.

My dad keeps a list of all the people who come here to eat so I just checked his list." He says.

"Oh. Was it really that simple?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Damn really had me thinking you were some sort of yandere." I chuckled under my breath.

We just kinda stood there for minute contemplating who should make the first move.

He slightly leans in and my eyes close.

He was about to get closer but then....

"MICHAEL!!!!!! OWENNNNN!!!!!" Two voices interrupted our moment kicking down the bathroom door.

Me and Michael start panicking knowing that if they caught us we would be in so much trouble.

Somehow in the midst of our panic the door unlocked and Michael leaned on it pulling me down with him.

So there we were, two male teenagers, panting, I was straddling Michael's lap, hair disheveled, and clothes ruffled up.

"I KNEW IT!!!! You didn't wanna come here for your sister you just wanted to be here so you could sneak off and be with this Michael boy!!!!!!!" My mom shouts while grabbing me by my ear.

"And you I thought I told you no shenanigans on your brothers birthday!!" Mr. Afton yells at Michael.

"It's your sons birthday?" My mom asks.

"Yeah." Mr. Afton says.

"Todays my daughters birthday as well." My mom says.

"I guess we can stay for the birthday party but then we'll never be back here again." My mom says directing the last bit at me.

"Thanks mom." I say snatching my ear from out of her demon time grip.

The two adults then walk out leaving me and Michael in the bathroom.

"So, me and my friends are gonna play a prank on my brother wanna join?" Michael asks.

"No thanks though I will help myself to some of that pizza." I chuckle helping him up off the floor.

He then drags me out the bathroom and takes me to a table full of pizza.

"Eat up." He tells me before walking off to probably find his brother and friends.

A few moments later...

I had eaten a shit ton of pizza and was staring to get really bored so I set off to find my mom.

I walked around for some minutes when I walked passed a stage where everyone was.

I spotted my mom standing directly in front of the stage.

I walked over to her and was about to put my hand on her shoulder when I heard Michael's voice.

"You wanna give Freddy a big kiss don't you?" He asks as he and his friends pick his brother up.

"Mike put me down!!!" Evan cries.

"Not until you give Freddy a kiss." Michael laughs.

He then puts Evan in Freddy's mouth.

I then realize that this prank was going to far so I decided to step in.

I hop onto the stage and grab Evan by shoulders.

"Alright guys that was a real funny prank now let's get him out of there." I chuckle while pulling on Evan's shoulders.

I almost had his head out when...

Freddy's jaw clamped down on my arms and Evan's head.

[dream-meister-translations]

FLUTTERING FLOWERS ASAHI - VOICE COLLECTION

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"The scars of war are slowly fading away. People can enjoy festivals without worry again. Peace is the most precious thing."

"The annual festival is here! Let's work together to make it a memorable event for all!"

"Why don't you take a rest here? I've prepared some cold sweets, let's split them in half."

"There's no doubt that this year's Hundred Flowers Festival will be even more lively than usual. I am a little worried about my performance though…"

"Listen to the sounds of festival music! Everyone is smiling and having fun together!"

"It's a waste of time to sleep. Even more so when you are near me. I want to enjoy the scenery all day!"

"Forget everything else right now. Just for this moment…Would you take my hand?"

"I have to work hard to make this festival a success."

"Dancing in the evening, lured in by the night breeze, it sounds wonderful. Let's go! The festival has just begun!"

"There are a lot of people here, so I'm gonna need you to stay as close to me as you can today."

"It was a pleasure touring with you. If I could do it again next year…No, it's too soon to tell."

"Tamayura seemed interested in the Hundred Flowers Festival. He asked me to tell him a story about it when I get back."

"Shiranui and I had a lively conversation about what kinds of floats and stalls would make people the most happy."

"During this time of year, requests for festivals increase and Mikage disappears as soon as he senses any sign of work."

"I got a gift from a guy in town. He said he was grateful to us for putting this festival together. Those words alone fill me with joy."

"I will do everything in my power as a member of Eternal Flower to not bring shame upon the guild. First and foremost: The Hundred Flowers Festival must be a success!"

"When Heath-dono and I first practiced together, I was speechless…"

"Heath-dono is a kind-hearted person. No matter how much I stumble over my lines."

"I was impressed by Heath-dono's willingness to learn all about our culture."

"Come to think of it, Heath-dono had a hard time handling chopsticks and brushes at first…I wonder if he has gotten used to it now?"

"Many people visit the Eternal Flower Guild, I am sure that every single one of them must remember Aoi-sama's existence."

"The other day, Aoi-sama took time out of his busy schedule to accompany me to the rehearsal for the play. I would like to thank him, but what would be the best way?"

"Aoi-sama asks me to speak in a more informal tone, but…As expected, I am afraid."

"Hmm, the sweet treats in that stall are the kind Aoi-sama likes. We should all share them!"

"I thought I'd gotten used to standing this close to you, but when I look into your eyes, my heart beats relentlessly."

"Ha, did I get something on my face? I ate a lot of food at all the stalls. I need to be careful to keep in shape."

"Let's go to your favorite stall. I want you to have a good time today, to thank you for all your hard work."

"I can't help but wish that the present time would last just a little longer… I feel like a child again."

"Shaved ice tastes better when it's so hot out……No, I think it's because I'm eating it with you."

"Do you want a taste of my shaved ice? Go ahead, try it. It's sweet just like fruit."

"I know it will melt if I eat it too slowly, but it's a pity to finish it."

"With my diet and training I don't get to eat this sort of thing often. I really want to savor it."

"I'm not sure why you're letting me choose what mask you wear. It's nerve-wracking, but it's a pleasure."

"Well, how about this mask? It's similar to mine, but the color is warmer just like you."

"Oh, I knew it would look good on you. It's very pretty…I think…"

"Now, I'm going to string on the mask, so please stay still."

"That was real close. If you aim a little higher on the target, I think you'll get the angle just right."

"I'm pretty good at these kinds of games. If there's any prizes you want, I'd be happy to help."

"You wanna know how I hit the target so accurately? It's…Hard to explain in words…"

"Here, I'll help you. Maybe you'll get a feel for what I'm talking about."

"I'm glad you have forgiven me, but on the other hand I still feel guilt in my heart…"

"I'm so sorry, I got carried away visiting stalls. Lean on me and take a rest."

"You want to go out together? And you got me a gift? This is the best day of my life."

"Your feelings have been well received. Both my hands are full, so I'll refrain from taking any more gifts."

"How did you know what I like? I'm a little embarrassed, but also flattered. I'll take it gratefully."

"I'm sure someone else will like it."

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AOI : "I can count on you, Asahi. Your honest personality will surely open the hearts of the people." ASAHI : "I never thought I would recieve such kind words of appreciation from Aoi-sama! I'll remember them forever in my heart!"

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ASAHI : "I've been wondering about it for a few minutes now, but why are you staring at my arm?" HEATH : "Tio told me that muscles can talk to each other, so I'm using you as a reference."

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ASAHI : "Tio, why don't you take a little breather? Having fun is one of the best parts of a festival. We can do a ring toss or target practice or all sorts of things!" TIO : "All right! Let's prove our stunning muscles will get the best results!"

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 7:

September 9th, 2034

[ 4 days after last chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: trouble with eating

Words: 1796

Masterlist

Raines POV:

“So me and Tommy are gonna head out to Joels place for dinner tonight,”

Maria started, I already rolled my eyes. She saw and sighed, placing her fork down, which made a small clanking noise from her glass plate.

"Look, I know you and.."

I watched Marias face as she thought for an extra second if she should say her name.

"Ellie.." she said slowly, watching my expression to see if it was too far or not, I stayed silent, and she continued, "Are not on the best terms.. i'm

not quite sure why or what happened at all, and i'm not sure if i'm allowed to ask you, so I won't, but she clearly-"

"—Can you just get to the fucking point already?"

She pressed her lips together, and nodded. "Right.. well, you're more then welcome to come with me and Tommy. And we would both really appreciate it if you did.." Maria finished

"Look kid, I have a feeling you're gonna be stuck with us for awhile and Joel means alot to the both of us, hes our family, and we might not be family with you, but you're damn near it, and we think it'd be best if you got along with that household, we ain't gonna force you to come along or nothin, but.. we'd love for you to come, even if you don't speak a single word"

Tommy explained his thoughts. I picked at the remainder of my eggs, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

After a moment of awkward silence and glances, I spoke up, "I'm gonna head to Jesses before patrol. Thanks for the food" I got out of my chair, grabbing my bag off the floor, swinging it over my shoulders and left the front door, accidentally slamming it shut from my anger.

I took a deep breath when I existed, feeling the chilly summer morning breeze.

I had woken up almost 3 hours before patrol started and couldnt fall back asleep, so i've been ready for patrol for 2 hours now and I dont leave for another hour. I know I told Maria I was gonna go to Jesses but do I really want to? I mean, I know he would be up by now..

I decided to slowly walk to his house, stalling on knocking on his door. As I walked, I kept on thinking of her. Its like I couldn't even control it, my mind just always fell back to her.

I had gone through the first week of school already, I went the second day to actually learn but kept on going because I was enjoying the art class and Miss Collins' classes.

Everyday I tried my best to ignore Ellie, I also never replied to her paper she passed me, the reason being, I had no idea why. I also didn't know which thing she was referring to, but my guess was that it was about me being nice to her out of the blue and then immediately leaving.

I had no clue why. I just did. It was like my body moved faster then my brain. I don't know why I followed after her or why I gave her my food. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, I was standing infront of Jesses door. I knocked lightly on it.

A minute passed and I heard jogging footsteps, then I heard something fall from the inside and a small- "ow!"

and then, the door opened. "Oh! Hey Raine, oh shoot— is it time to go already?" he asked frantically

"No- no, we still have about 45 minutes, I just.. came early since I had nothing else to do.."

"Oh! that's sick! Miss me already, huh?" Jesse said sarcastically, before he left back inside for a minute, yelling goodbye to his mother, and came back outside, shutting his door, now with his backpack.

"I was just about to head to tipsy bison, wanna come with?"

"Uh, yeah sure, but i'm not gonna eat- I just had breakfast" I quickly explained, he looked at me, a look I couldn't tell what it meant, he then sighed and started walking.

"Well.. suit yourself then" he mumbled, I followed to his side.

Over this week, me and Jesse have gotten alot closer, since anytime I was out I was with him; patrol and school.

It was only a 5 minute walk and we were at the food bar.

People greeted Jesse as usual, but the sound of someone greeting me caught me off guard, until I saw it was Dina and I immediately greeted her back.

"Come sit! I just got here and was waiting for Jesse to show, it's nice to see you with him Raine"

"Oh, thanks Dina.." I hummed, sitting beside Dina with Jesse across

Jesse ordered his food and so did Dina—

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I mean, you never eat lunch at school and I never see you eat breakfast?"

"Oh.. it's nothing, I just prefer to eat at Marias" I shrugged, Dina nodded, believing it.

"Fuck.. it's so freezing this morning.." i hummed to myself, feeling the hairs on my arms lift, and before I knew it, hands were placing a warm fabric around my shoulders. I looked over to see Dina, know not wearing a jacket, and the wool jacket she wore wrapped around me, ontop of my cold leather jacket.

"Oh- Dina, you dont have to-"

"No! Trust me it's fine! Keep it for the day, I was actually starting to sweat" she smiled sweatly

"A- are you sure? I mean, if we run into infected or maybe even people, I could easily stain it.."

"Trust me, I don't care, as long as your comfortable!"

I went to protest again but before I could Jesse and Dinas breakfast was being placed on the table.

I washed my hands of the dirt scraped onto them, and splashed my face with cold water, rubbing my eyes tiredly, turning off the fossett and patting my face dry with a towel.

I looked into the mirror and sighed.

Todays patrol was tiring. We only ran into one clicker, but we also ran into the clicker by both of us falling through the floor of a building and spending an hour on trying to get out.

My legs hurt from how I fell and I gained multiple new cuts and bruises. I had just spent an hour patching myself up and washing my body from the blood and dirt. I had even changed out of my dirty clothes and wore freshly washed ones. All I wanted to do was fall into bed and let my body rest, but I still had to give Dina her jacket back.

I was actually very thankful Dina had lended me her thick wool jacket, because the morning chill had ended up staying the same throughout all patrol and it still was chilly. Even if it was still summer, it was on the cusk of fall, and the autumn weather was starting to show.

I tied on my shoes, and slipped on my jacket, and had Dinas jacket in my arm. I left the empty house— since Maria and Tommy were both still out— and began to walk to Dinas house.

Thankfully, I knew were Dina lived from when we'd walk home from school, and I would see her enter her house.

It was closer to my house then Jesses house was, so it should be a short walk.

As I walked, I made sure to keep a careful eye for her house, alot of the homes in Jackson looked the same and blended together.

I silently cheered to myself when I recognized her house. I walked up to the door and softly knocked, hoping she was home.

I could hear voices from inside but they were from afar and very muffled, I couldn't hear what they were saying or who was saying it, but it sounded like two people breifly aurging.

I knocked again, unsure if the people inside heard me. It was silent for a minute before I heard footsteps, and then a way too familiar voice—

"Why the fuck are you making us get up Jess-"

The door opened and the voice matched the face. She stood with her arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face, but when her eyes met mine, her face softened and reddened. Her mouth was opened slightly, from how she stopped talking mid sentence.

I could tell that my face was red from the heat flash I suddenly got, I stared into her eyes, my lips slightly parted aswell, and my eyes widened. We both stared at eachother, in a trance.

She was the first to break the eye contact. She seemed to have processed who she was staring at, and immediately looked to the ground, "Uh.." she awkwardly said..

"I.." I started, but felt my voice start to shake, I gulped and looked to the ground, trying to think of what to say, but it was hard when my brain was thinking a million other thoughts all at once.

"Uhm.." She said, still looking down at her feet.

"Wh- Where.. Dina.." I couldn't even make out a complete sentance from how nervous I felt, it felt like I was getting punched in the stomach and kicked in the eye.

"O- oh- right.. uh.. i- ill.. get.... get her" Ellie stuttered, and turned around, the door still half opened, I watched as she faded into the halls.

Why is Ellie at Dinas house?

A minute later, Dina came out. Her face was a bit red and she seemed embarrassed, "Hey- i'm really sorry about that.. we both thought you were Jesse.. uh, what- what did you need?" Dina explained,

"J- just.. wanted to.." I still couldn't complete a sentance, my voice was shakey and my face was burning red. I lifted up Dinas jacket I had in my hand.

"Oh! Right! Yeah- I should have remembered.. thank you.." Dina said, taking it out of my hand.

"Uh- Hey, i'm really sorry I didn't mean to- I- uh- also sorry for not telling you that we're friends with her.. we just didn't want you to.. get nervous or anything.."

Friends? We? So Jesse is too? Is that what Cat meant when she said 'everyone was gonna be there'? Her, Ellie, and Dina? Thats Jesses friend group? And he never fucking told me?

I nodded to Dina. "Kay.. i'm.. i'm gonna go now.." I quickly turned around and sped walked home, not looking back.

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A/n:

this wasnt proof read, i didnt have time since i just got back to school so sorry if theres mistakes. please gimmie notes and comments and comment to be in taglist:

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@amloury

[your-averagewriter]

"The Maine are f*cking here!"

Summary: (y/n)'s band are going to a festival, but most importantly - The Maine are going to the same festival and (y/n) can't wait to meet them but she's not exactly prepared (John O'Callaghan x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, sexual jokes

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There's a one-day festival held in Britain each year, an alternative music one, obviously, called Slam Dunk and it's on in a few days and I can't wait. There are some really awesome bands there and it's so cool that it's so close to where I come from. The Offspring, Enter Shikari, Bowling For Soup, The Academy Is… who we're friends with and have toured with before and then a personal favourite: The Maine. In the lists of bands we ranked pretty high, we're on stage just after Yellowcard which is pretty cool because I've liked their music since I was a teenager.

I'm most excited though to see The Maine's performance and I'm hoping that they're going to the signing tent - fingers crossed.

I spend the next few days practising with my band (I'm the singer and I sometimes play the guitar as well), preparing for the show then the last day is spent travelling to the grounds as we were playing some concerts up North. So here I am sitting in our tour bus with my headphones on trying to ignore the bickering between Zack and Ben about the littering of clothes scattered around the bus. Rolling my eyes I swipe through Instagram looking at all the posts about the festival and the excited people, fans and bands alike. 

Finally, we get there, much to my relief. I push open the bus door and breathe in the fresh air after four hours of non-stop driving and bickering from the others. I drop down, feeling my boots hit the floor and I'm met with the view of a massive field filled with various different stages and stalls. We've parked somewhere more private like the other bands and I can see stagehands and managers rushing around along with some unfussed band members that I recognise. Rou Reynolds (Enter Shikari), the Yellowcard group and a couple of guys from Hawthorne Heights and then William Beckett whom I am good friends with so I decide to go meet him.

I jog over to him and sling my arm around his shoulders with a grin. This is what I love about this festival - the people you meet!

"Bilvy! Long time no see!" I say using my nickname for him. 

"(y/n)!" He says turning to look at me then he hugs me. "How are you?" He asks pulling back.

"I'm good, tired though after spending hours with that lot cooped up in the bus." I sigh remembering the torturous time.

"Same, I left the rest of the guys to grab some food so I could get a bit of a break."

"Smart," I say and take a mental note. "Have you had lunch yet?" He shakes his head.

"I only got here 20 minutes or so ago."

"Do you wanna grab something to eat? I'm sure there are some good food stalls here."

"Yeah, sounds good, I saw an intriguing food stall on the way here, wanna check it out?" I nod and we walk around the park until we make it to the stall. We grab some food and head to the benches with our drinks. We chat and catch up, you don't tend to have much free time when you're in a band to meet up with band friends 'cause every one is always touring. 

I watch as more bands turn up and everyone finds their own place to get lunch. Whilst we're having lunch Spencer from Underoath (who I'm also friends with) comes up to us and chats for a bit before reuniting with some others. 

But whilst I'm sitting on the bench with Bilvy I see John from The Maine grab some food from the same place we did with a couple of his bandmates. I hit Bill on the shoulder gently and lean in to whisper to him.

"The Maine are fucking here!" I say both extremely excited and terrified. "John is right over there!" I say and he looks over to see them.

"The guy you're literally in love with?"

"I'm not in love with him!"

"You should talk to him." He suggests biting a chip.

"I'm gonna watch their set tomorrow, I might try and say hi," I say excitedly. "You should come with?"

"I would but we’re on a bit after they are so I don't have time. Sorry to leave you hanging." He says and I assure him that it's okay before we finish off our meals and walk off to look around the park.

After a while, we all head in as it gets late and we have a big day tomorrow. I wake up quite early, not wanting to miss anything. I get changed and put on a basic black crop top and some denim shorts because it's really hot, especially for May! I sort out my hair and head out on my way to nowhere in particular. I wander around and meet up with various people, I even met some of the guys from Enter Shikari which is cool because they’re actually all really nice guys.

Lots of bands are out early setting up their merch stands before doors open and fans start flooding in. I see John again, setting up the merch stall for The Maine and I breathe deeply before gathering the confidence to go over to him and the stand.

"Hey." I clear my throat. "Can I buy a couple of things?" I ask slightly timidly and he turns around, a look of shock on his face.

"Y-yeah, of course." He says with a small smile. "Umm, what do you want?" He asks going behind the counter.

"Could I buy the butterfly hoodie and blue tie-dye top please?" I ask and he passed them over the counter. "Sorry, how much is that?" I ask him rattling through my wallet.

"Oh, you don't have to pay, it's fine."

"No, I want to pay, I like supporting my favourite bands." I say with a smile and pass him about £100.

"Oh okay." He says and takes the money, he tries to protest when he realises how much I gave him but I walk away, smiling all the way back to my bus.

Later on in the day, it's The Maine's set and obviously, I go. It's amazing, they play my favourites and their stage presence is great. The energy in the crowd is crazy for a band of their size.

I have to quickly scurry away though because my set isn't that long after theirs, about half an hour so I hurry to the right stage

Sneaking backstage, I pull on my new Maine tie-dye t-shirt for the show and prepare for the show. It was a good show, the crowd were entertained.

"Thank you, Slam Dunk, you've been great! For those of you who don't know us we're Midmorning Apocalypse and we can't wait to see you again next time!" I finish the show running off stage along with the rest of my band.

After a few minutes of pure cooling down I descend from the stage and start to walk around the site again on the hunt for some good food. I don't find any as I'm distracted by the signing tent I was so excited for. I check who's in the tent and John's name is on the list, I guess they had a few minutes to spare for the fans so I get in the queue. It's not too long because some big bands are on right now but it is by no means a short queue.

After like half an hour's wait I get to the front and I observe as a light pink haze falls on the tall man's cheeks.

"Hey," I say nervously as I walk forward towards the table.

"Hey again." He chuckles quietly.

"You guys put on a really good show," I say with a smile. "It was a great set."

"I was just about to say the same to you." He replies and we both laugh. "I'm honoured that you're a fan of ours."

"I should be saying that. Umm… I'm (y/n)." I say holding out my hand to him.

"I know, I'm John." He shakes my hand.

"I know," I mimic his response and then smile at him before removing my Maine t-shirt that I bought earlier the tie-dye one. "Sorry, I'm not stripping," I assure and laugh nervously. "I was, umm, wondering whether you could sign it for me?" I ask, timidly holding out the shirt. He takes it graciously.

"I wouldn't mind if you were but of course." He says with a smile before turning to the shirt and signing it in a permanent marker.

"Thank you so much!" I say grabbing the shirt back afterwards. 

"You're welcome." He says slightly dazed. "Hey, after the festival do you wanna come to get some drinks with me and the band, that's what we usually do after festivals to celebrate?" He asks, standing up.

"Yeah, is this an offer for me or for the band?"

"Both, you're all welcome." He says smiling.

"Well, then I'll see you after then." I leave with a small wave and my shirt in hand. After I’m a little while away from the stand I let out a sigh of relief and a massive smile stays sewn to my face. Fuck yeah.

-

AN: I literally have no idea whether any of these singers are in demand but I like writing them anyways. If you have any musician requests then even if they're not on my master list just check if I will write for them (I probably will) then you can send them in.

I fucking love The Maine.

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 26. only for today

tw: none / wc: 1k

while counting down the seconds until ayato appears, you wonder if indulging ayaka like this was a good idea. after all, you were trying your hardest to limit interactions with him as much as possible but it seems the universe is on ayato's side.

"just accompany him around the booths. i promised him i'd do it but something came up with one of the stalls i was watching over."

"do i really have to? can't you guys just reschedule or something?”

"please? you're the only person i can trust to do it. and you're the first person he met from my friends! i'm sure he won't mind! plus, it's a good way for you guys to grow closer, you know!"

the flutter in your heart died down as soon as it appeared because you know ayaka meant "growing closer" as in a sister-brother sort of way, something she had told you the night after meeting ayato in his apartment. you'd do well to keep that in mind and not think that this is her giving you her blessing.

"oh, yn, didn't expect to see you here. where's ayaka?" you jump when you hear his voice. he chuckles, finding you amusing.

"something came up on ayaka's side of the campus, so she asked me for a favor to stand in as your guide until she's free. don't worry! it won't take long."

he nods slowly, hands digging into his pocket. "i don't mind your company. in fact, ayaka can take all the time she needs."

"oh but–"

ayato approaches you in long strides, catching you off guard as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and drags you into one of the booths.

"now! off we go! i swear i saw a stall selling takoyaki, let's go there first!"

maybe you can forget about the promise you made to ayaka–only for today.

—

first, he dragged you towards one of the shooting games after eating his takoyaki. he wanted to win you the biggest plushie and nearly had a fight with the student manning the booth.

"okay, my aim was perfect! the cans should've toppled over! this game is rigged!"

your eyes widen, immediately stepping in front of ayato and the student to salvage the situation.

"hey, don't–"

"yeah? well life is rigged, mr. kamisato."

"excuse me?!"

long story short, ayato did get what he wanted and ended up "winning" you that plushie.

you ask him about the extra amount of cash he slipped across the counter upon paying the fixed participation fee, together with a subtle "keep the change" under his breath.

but ayato merely tilts his head.

"hm? i can't possibly know what you mean."

due to the plushie being too heavy to carry while walking along the stalls, ayato offered to put it away in his car for the time being and you can't help the giddy smile on your face seeing him put the seatbelt around the plushie as he settled it on the passenger seat.

—

"i'm thirsty, should we buy ourselves some drinks?"

he feels parched after making that trek from the parking lot back to the campus grounds, so he pulled you into one of the café that a class of freshmen was doing.

"oh, it's our SC secretary!" the girl behind the counter exclaimed. eyes shining as she looks at you, completely ignoring ayato standing next to you. "omg, you're so pretty up close! i daresay the air around you almost feels regal! what would you like to have? it's on the house!"

ayato clears his throat. "right… how kind of you to treat us to some free drinks! i knew i made the right decision coming–"

"ah, no. only the secretary's drink is on the house. you're paying for your drink."

"WHAT?!"

you asked him if he wanted to walk around while sipping on your boba but ayato insisted on settling in one of the tables and taking advantage of the air conditioning in the room.

"what's the name of your drink again?" he asks.

"oh i think it's blueberry blues…? not sure."

"wanna taste each other's drinks?"

"uhm–"

"here taste mine! the flavor's name is happy honeydew! it's delicious!"

—

the day felt amazing and you've never felt this happy in your entire life. you may or may not have neglected your duties in looking out for a few stalls that were assigned to you but you were ordered by ayaka herself to show her brother around! this was an order from the president herself, you can't possibly go against that.

plus, you've reached out to some students and said they were A-okay in their booths and that you had nothing to worry about.

watching the sunset on one of the rooftops felt like a nice way to end the day. worrying about ayaka was a distant thing in your mind.

"yn?" he calls out.

"yeah?"

"i like you."

you freeze. this shouldn't be happening. this day was amazing, yes, and you might have forgotten about ayaka and your promises but you swore you'll only forget it today, right now. ayato confessing to you was a thing you never thought would happen so soon. not that you'd ever wanted it to happen.

you almost want to smack yourself for what you're about to do, but it has to be done. both for your sake and ayato's.

"i like you and i want–"

"i like you too, ayato!" the shimmer in his eyes before you crush his heart to pieces will forever haunt your nightmares. "ayaka means so much to me, so i'm glad we're able to get along great as friends! i'm sure ayaka will be very happy!"

"no, i don't mean–"

your phone rings and you don't know whether to laugh or scoff at the contact name on your screen.

"hey, ayaka… we're here on the rooftop of narukami building… ah, you've sorted it out? i see… okay! so will you be coming?… oh really? dean hayashi wants to see me? okay! i'll be right over!"

after the call you shoot your hansome companion an apologetic smile. "sorry, duty calls–literally. i had fun today! i'm glad i got to spend time with you."

his smiling face against the setting sun was nothing short of immaculate. "yeah, me too. i hope we can do this again sometime… preferably outside campus?"

you force a laugh.

"of course! we can even invite ayaka and the rest of the council, or your friends! anyway, see you!"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — friendzone AWTS.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Fighting All Night

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Words: 2k? Don’t really know, typed this up on mobile

Summary: Ransom officially introduces you to his frat boy friends.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of pegging), chauvinism, alcohol consumption, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Finally over my writer’s block!!! Ransom will usually do that for me. Only thing was dumblr deleted my first draft of the smutty portion so this is a little later than I originally planned. Will post later with tags since I’m on mobile,

Check out my masterlist and join my taglist if you want!

Ransom watched you toss back a shot of vodka before balancing the drinks for the table on your forearms and heading back to the booth with a determined look on your face. You put on a strained smile as you approached, trying to put on a friendly face as you sat down beside him to listen to his friends drone on about some other rich boy pastime.

“C’mon Ran, we haven’t done a ski weekend in a while! We should go up to Ludlow, hit the slopes!”

“I dunno, Chaz.” He said around a grin, kicking you under the table as you snorted into your drink, again, at the frat boy moniker. “What d’you think, baby? You think you can get the weekend off?”

Dylan and Logan groaned softly and rolled their eyes into their drinks as they watched him grin at you. Who would’ve thought Ransom Drysdale would end up pussy whipped?

“I can maybe come up on Saturday, babe, but you don’t need to wait for me.” You said around your straw, giving him a wink.

“I have the weekend off, Dylan.” Lexi- you were pretty sure that was right- whined at her date, batting her eyelashes and sticking out her lower lip slightly.

“What? Fine, whatever. You guys wanna see some pics of the new boat?”

The poor girl let out a huff and stood up suddenly, pulling her skirt over her thighs as she pouted.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Jessica? Brittney?” The two other girls stood up to join her before Jessica cleared her throat and rolled her eyes towards you. “Oh, Y/N? You coming?”

“Oh, sure!” You said, a little surprised at being included.

“Really? A group bathroom break?” Ransom teased you as you stood up to join the other girls, bending over his to grab your bag.

“Well, if I have to listen to Dylan talk about his boat any more, I’m going to gouge out my own eyeballs.” You murmured at him before following after the girls at your own pace.

“That’s a tight piece of ass, Ran.” Logan teased as all four of them watched you walk away. “Her pussy game must be fucking amazing to have kept you snatched up for this long.”

Ransom felt the muscles in his jaw clench as they started in on him. He had almost forgot what assholes his friends were.

“Aww, lay off Logan. I’m sure our boy is keeping plenty of side pieces.” Chaz- fuck what a stupid name that was- said with a wink as he sipped his beer.

“Don’t really feel the need for side pieces anymore, boys.” Ransom said as he took a swig of scotch, anxious for you to get back. He was struggling to remember why he ever hung out with these idiots.

“Damn, she’s that good huh?” Dylan said with a snort as the other two cracked up. “You gonna share her with the group?”

“She’d eat you alive, asshole.” Ransom hissed at him.

“Oho, don’t tease! I bet that mouth feels amazing. You think she could take all four of us at once?”

Ransom’s grip on his glass turned painful as his knuckles whitened with restraint. The thought of any of these morons touching you was filling him with rage.

You were having your own issues navigating the territory in the bathroom.

“So Logan still hasn’t even cleared out a drawer for me in his place.” Jessica said as she closed the door to the stall, moving to wash her hands. “It’s been 4 months.”

“That’s so rough, honey.” Brittney said sympathetically as she reapplied her lipstick. “Has he at least gone down on you yet?”

You couldn’t stop yourself, you let out an incredulous laugh, causing the three of them to stare at you.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, noting the serious looks on their faces. “You’ve been together for four months and he hasn’t eaten you out?”

“Oh, I know Ransom Drysdale’s bitch of the week is not feeling sorry for me. You mean to tell me that asshole eats pussy?” Jessica said with a snort.

You felt the right side of your face twitch with irritation. “First off, try bitch of three months. And that asshole calls it his fucking favorite meal.” You said with a roll of your eyes, still annoyed about his goddamn food puns.

“You’re such a liar!” Lexi said with a scandalized laugh.

“Think what you want, but if I had to go through four months of a relationship with any of these idiots without my pussy getting licked once, I’d get out so fast. Tell me he at least makes you cum.”

You turned back to Jessica to see her lower lip wobbling and cursed yourself in your head.

“Oh no, Jess!” Brittney cooed at the poor girl.

“Not even once?!” Lexi said, shocked.

“Maybe a few times, but mostly he just wants head or anal.” Jess said around a sob.

“Oh fuck, your giving him head and anal and he refuses to reciprocate?” You said as you handed her a paper towel to dab at her eyes. “You need to get out sweetie.”

“How do you reciprocate anal?” Britt asked with a confused look on her face.

“Pegging.” You said absentmindedly, your focus still on Jess.

“Wait, you’ve pegged Ransom?!?!” All three of them were giving you a look of awe now as you cursed your big mouth.

“Ummm...”

“I haven’t had a significant orgasm in 3 months, and the new bitch on the block is pegging arguably the biggest asshole of the bunch?” Jessica was almost shouting now, her resigned frustration turning to seething anger.

She stood up suddenly and moved to storm out of the bathroom, but not before you managed to slip in front of her and almost ran back to the booth.

“Hey babe!” Ransom greeted you with a relieved sigh before he had a chance to register your urgency.

“We need to leave.” You hissed at him as you pulled on your coat.

“Thank god.” He muttered, standing up after you and winding his scarf around his neck. “See ya, assholes.” He said to his idiot friends as he dragged his coat over his shoulders.

“Logan!” Jessica yelled as she wobbled back to the table. “You owe me an orgasm!”

“What did you do?” Ransom asked you with a grin as he watched all the blood drain from the moron’s face.

“I haven’t cum in almost four months you son of a bitch!” The other two girls were trying to shush her as she bent over the table to jab her finger into the frat boy’s chest and almost toppled over. “You haven’t eaten me out once, and then I find out that Ransom... Ransom! Apparently his favorite meal is pussy now, did you know that?”

You leaned back against Ransom as you felt his chest rumbling with laughter behind you. You screwed your eyes closed and silently willed the woman to stop talking.

“We can talk about this later baby.” Logan said, finally gaining some semblance of composure as he stood up to try to wrangle his drunk date.

“Don’t you call me baby, ass wipe.” She hissed at him before pointing at you and Ransom. “He lets her fuck him in the ass, and you won’t even eat my pussy, you dick!”

“What?!?!” It seemed like every eye is the bar turned to you two as you let out a moan and buried your face in Ransom’s chest. “What the fuck did this bitch tell you?”

“Watch it, Logan.” Ransom growled as you whipped around, giving the idiot a venomous glare.

“Oh, fuck off Ran!” Logan yelled as he still struggled to wrangle Jessica. “That pussy must be fucking magic, cause I can’t think of any other reason you’d put up with this cunt.”

You grabbed your drink and threw it in his face at the same time Ran stepped forward and punched him in the mouth, dropping him like a stone.

“What the fuck?” Chaz hissed, standing up so fast he almost knocked the table over.

“You and your bitch better get out of here, Drysdale!” Dylan warned as he moved between you and the slug of a man who was rolling on the floor.

Ransom had to hold you back as he moved to the bar and slapped down cash to pay for your drinks. He shoved you out the door before turning back to his dumbass companions.

“That’s right, assholes. I let her fuck me up the ass and it was fucking amazing! Maybe spend less time on your damn boats and give your poor girlfriends some orgasms, you dicks!”

You were laughing breathlessly as he joined you outside, your breath fogging the air.

“I can’t believe you punched him, baby.” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his forehead against yours, slowly pushing you back against the wall.

“I’m the only one who gets to call you a cunt, sweetheart.” He growled against your lips, making you laugh. “And only on special occasions.”

He hooked his hand under your knee and lifted it to wrap around his hips, burying his face in your neck. You moaned in his ear as he started to grind against you, the growing bulge in his jeans rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, baby.” You moaned as he slipped a hand between the two of you, teasing his fingers through your slick folds, his mouth moving down the line of your jaw to your neck.

“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” He teased as his teeth ran over your throat, his hands fumbling with the fly of his jeans.

“Do you really want me to... fuck!” You wrapped your fingers in his hair painfully as he speared into you easily, sheathing himself to the hilt in one quick motion.

“Guess I can’t really complain about easy access to this pussy.” He teased against your shoulder as he started moving his hips at a languid pace, grinding against you each time his hips met yours. “Remind me whose pussy this is baby?”

“Fuck off, Hugh.” You purred into his ear before sucking his lobe between your lips. Your whine devolved into a yelp when he ripped open your blouse and bent his head to roll your nipple between his teeth through the lace of your bra.

“She sure seems to know who she belongs to. Squeezing me so good.” He drew himself out halfway, dragging his dick against your g-spot before slamming into you again and making you whimper as the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix. “If you say it, I’ll fuck you like you deserve.” He emphasized his request by grinding against your clit.

“Shit, it’s yours.” You murmured, your fingers digging into the back of his neck as he started fucking into you harshly. It only took a few thrusts before you were falling apart, your pussy fluttering around him as you let out a sob and your release seeped out around his cock.

“Oh, what a good girl.” He muttered against your chest as his hands kept you from collapsing, hooking under your knees to wrap them around his hips.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You hissed as he moved one hand from your hips to press your chest to his face, laving his tongue over your nipple and making you keen.

His hips set a punishing pace, driving into you violently and dragging his cock over your g-spot with each drive. You leaned your head back against the brick wall and screwed your eyes shut as you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening again.

He retracted his lips and rolled your sensitive bud between his teeth and you lost it. Your fingers dug painfully into his shoulders as you swallowed a shriek, your cunt clamping down on him as your torso rolled against his.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” Ransom muttered against your skin as his mouth moved up the column of your neck. “I’m gonna give you one more, the I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Mmm, give it to me.” You murmured as he moved his hands to wrap around your waist and leaned back to give himself more leverage.

“Yeah, you want my cum pretty girl?” He asked around a grin as he watched your face contort in bliss, your hands gripping his hair painfully as he did his best to draw another one out of you.

“Shit, yes. I’m so fucking close.” You whined as his hips slapped against yours. He moved one hand between the two of you and started to strum at your clit.

“Fuck, say my name.” He growled before pressing his thumb into you one more time, his cock twitching inside you as his own end loomed.

You screamed it as your body went rigid for a beat before spasming uncontrollably around him, your release flowing out of you and soaking the front of his jeans. He was right behind you, his breath coming out in a hiss as his spend coated your slick walls, warming you from the inside.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He muttered as you started to untangle yourself from him, straightening your wobbly legs. “I knew bringing you here was a good idea.”

You beamed at him as you tugged your skirt down over your hips, squeezing your thighs together to keep his cum from leaking down the inside of your legs.

“Are you really gonna make me spend a whole weekend with those assholes?” You teased as you watched him tuck himself back into his jeans.

“Aww, c’mon baby.” He said, burying his face in your hair and wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you back to the beemer. “I’ll let you bring the strap on.”

[the-butterfly-blues]

The Company’s Reaction to a Chaotically Invincible Reader

A/n: The ‘Deadpool’ kind of invincible just for cracks and giggles cause why not. Just in that silly goofy mood. Let me know if you’d like a part two!

Gandalf is the one to introduce you to The Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

“This is [Name], they’re rather… peculiar.”

Not even him or Galadriel know how you’re still alive, but having you on this quest sounds like a great idea to him, and he knows that you’ll join no matter how dangerous it is.

The Company is hesitant at first about allowing someone from the Race of Men to join their group, especially one so young, but Gandalf always gets what he wants and he wants you to join them. (Race of Men can live to be 100 years or more)

Though, they were hesitant, they couldn’t deny that they enjoyed your chaotic nature. It spices up their travels when it gets boring.

The first time they witness your invincibility is before the incident with the trolls. You’re sent to look for wood with Fili and Kili, in which is obviously not a good idea as you all goof around. That’s when you trip over a log and break your ankle. Awesome, I know.

“Ah, fuck!”

The dwarves princes, though they started out laughing, quickly worry as you curse and grip onto your ankle. Yeah, you heal quickly, but that doesn’t mean it hurts less. Not knowing what to do, they pick you up and carry you back to the group.

“Maybe I should break shit more just to get carried. This is fun!”

Ignoring you for the time being, they set you down next to Óin who takes a look at it, though it’s nearly healed.

“You’re all over exaggerating a sprain, nothing more. Just keep your weight off of it for a few hours and you’ll be good.”

“What?! But it was totally broken, like facing the other way!”

“Impossible. It’s sprained, that’s all.”

“Nah, Kee’s right! It definitely was the other way! Hurt like a bitch there for a second, but I’m all good now!”

You hop up, easily placing pressure on your previously broken ankle. This is when Gandalf explains your situation, confusing the dwarves but they’re also in awe.

They now worry about you less and ask what they can about it, but there’s not much you can really explain to them.

“[Name], don’t eat that.”

“[Name], get down from there.”

“[Name], stop it.”

These are things constantly said by Thorin, Bilbo, Dwalin, and Balin throughout the adventure, even after they figure out your weird power.

It isn’t stated aloud, but both Thorin and Bilbo have easily taken the roles as your guardians considering you respect them the most out of the group. You respect all of them, but those two are on a different level, almost like parental figures.

They make sure you don’t get into things that you shouldn’t be getting into, though a little less than half the time, you still do it which causes you to get an earful from both of them after your injuries heal.

Now, the troll incident is one of the less comical ones because Bilbo is threatened, so you can’t really do anything about it, but you do stall them.

“Hey! Hey! Mister Troll!”

Moving to stand up in your sack, you hop closer to the three only to be picked up and dangled in the air as the dwarves all yell at him to put you down.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know how you’re gonna cook us! Maybe I can give a few tips. My mother was the best cook in Bree before she moved to Lake-town!”

“Oh, really?”

This leads on to a fifteen minute discussion about cooking dwarves, nearly traumatizing all of them as you happily talk about which spice would go best with which dwarf before Gandalf finally comes along and turns the trolls to stone.

Having still been dangling from the trolls grasp, you wriggle about to get loose, but to no luck.

“A little help, please?”

“No. You stay there until we gather our things.”

Basically in timeout for talking about cooking dwarves, a burgla-hobbit, and yourself, you pout and hang there until they’re ready.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

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↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: lee heeseung x reader ↬ genre: fluff | slight angst (happy ending dw) | idol!au  ↬ warnings: slight angst in that reader feels as if hee doesn’t have enough time for them bc of hee’s busy schedule and heeseung calls reader’s efforts inconvenient w/o realizing the weight of his words :( ↬ w/c: 1.4k ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name

As your eyes settled on the screen of your phone, reading Heeseung’s text message, you couldn’t help but scoff at it. You looked out the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet your boyfriend for your lunch date but he sent a text, canceling for what felt like the hundredth time this month. You could feel him slipping away from you with the other half of the bed empty almost every night, your dates constantly canceled, and your texts going unread. You decided not to respond to Heeseung, after all, what was the point? As you finished the remainder of your drink, you decided that you were going to enjoy the day to yourself regardless of whether or not Heeseung was going to be with you.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You explored the city and took your own pictures, found a new favorite trail to walk on, and bought yourself a new bag. Despite all the texts and calls from Heeseung, you ignored them all to give him a little taste of his own medicine. When you got home, you were more surprised than anything to see Heeseung waiting for you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. You looked at him, noticing how his eyes narrowed in on you and his arms crossed over his chest which caused his biceps to bulge out.

“Oh, so you care about me?”

“Of course I care, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well you canceled for the hundredth time today, I decided to have fun by myself.” His eyes cast to the floor, unable to look at you. You heard him let out a sigh as he muttered,

“I’m sorry.” You knew that when Heeseung became an idol, he’d have a busy schedule. You supported his dreams, had been there from the start but what good was your efforts when right now it felt as if you weren’t even in a relationship? Sure, Heeseung was sorry but you had heard the words thousands of times that you felt nothing anymore.

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I’ve just been busy. You know how important promotion season is, I just don’t have the time for things like I used to.”

“I know that but you can’t even go on one damn date the entire month?”

“We spend all night practicing for performances that I’m better off spending the night at Jay or Jake’s instead of coming home. With the events we have along with the dates you wanna go on and your constant texts, it’s just inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” It was with Heeseung’s words that you realized, you had had enough. If your constant attempts to keep the relationship, well, a relationship turned out to be inconvenient to Heeseung then there was no point to it. If all the time you spent checking up on him turned out to be inconvenient then you had no reason to put in any effort anymore. You knew that work and his dreams were important but so were you.

“I didn’t mean it like that, there are things that I need to do and responsibilities I need to focus on-”

“Am I not important to you anymore?” As your ears were met with silence you felt your breathing caught up in your throat. Waiting for Heeseung to answer only to be met with no reply, through his hesitance you found your answer.

“Baby, I-”

“Forget I asked.” You walked past him, heading into your room and in the process shoving his shoulder. As the door slammed and you flopped onto the bed you waited. Waited for Heeseung to knock on the door, waited for him to say something, anything, but waiting only led to self-given heartbreak. You heard the opening of a door ringing throughout your ears but it wasn’t the door you had hoped. After hearing the key, you came to a realization. Heeseung decided to walk out.

Following the next few days, you and Heeseung entered a stage of your relationship you weren’t quite sure what to label as. It wasn’t that you broke up per se, but you weren’t exactly together either. Sure, you exchanged a few messages here and there but you could feel Heeseung slipping away or maybe it was you slipping away, you weren’t quite sure. Throughout the week, you found yourself unable to sleep. But one Friday night, that inability to sleep turned into a 3 am movie marathon spent on the living room couch curled up under your blankets and one of Heeseung’s shirts. You heard the front door open, glanced over to see the light turn on and Heeseung taking off his shoes.

“You’re up?” he asked, slight worry filling his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Should I make us some ramen?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you want.” You stayed in the living room while Heeseung made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say, how were you even supposed to start? With your eyes settled on the tv, you entered a sort of daze where your head felt heavy and clouded with thoughts but your throat was unable to get any words out. It wasn’t until Heeseung was in front of you, blocking the tv that you drifted back to reality. You let out a small “thank you,” as the warmth of the bowl of ramen met your palms, couldn’t hold back your small smile as you saw that Heeseung had given you one and a half soft boiled eggs. When the both of you finished eating, you found yourself almost scared to talk to Heeseung about what went on that night. Your relationship was either going to continue, or it was going to end. As Heeseung reached towards the coffee table, about to take the bowls to the kitchen, your hand reached out to hold his arm, stopping him.

“Stay,” you whispered. Heeseung only nodded, settling himself so that he was laying on the couch with you. Face to face with him, you moved so that your head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was calming, embrace comfortable, and scent making you feel complete. The next step in your relationship, or its end, whichever it was, you’d find out tomorrow. Closing your eyes, all you could do was wait.

When you woke up, your ears were met with a slight groan and the hold around you tightened. As you lifted your head up, a hard sort of knock was heard paired with an,

“Oww, what the hell?” from Heeseung. You brought up a hand to massage his chin while you felt him kiss the top of your head,

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I woke up.”

“I, uhh, have something planned for us today. If you’re up for it?” Heeseung seemed kind of nervous as he spoke, avoiding your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You do?”

“A date, as an apology, because I’m sorry.”

“What about work?”

“I told our manager that I was taking today off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re important to me and I hate that it’s taken so damn long for me to show it to you.”

While you got ready for whatever it was Heeseung had planned, he was making breakfast. After breakfast, he brought you to a festival you didn’t even know was going on. While you walked past the stalls set up, occasionally stopping to look at something that caught your eye, Heeseung’s hand stayed intertwine with yours. You had missed it, being with Heeseung, and feeling loved by him. When lunchtime came around, you ended at the park. There were both couples and families with a towel, eating food they had packed, but all of a sudden, Heeseung was leading you to a towel with a picnic basket.

“This is our spot,” he said. Your eyes went wide,

“You set this up?”

“Mhm. I know how much you love picnics and I figured… let’s go on one.” You sat down, unable to hold back your smile as Heeseung sat next to you. You really did love picnics, but more so with Heeseung. After eating, you laid down and looked up at sky feeling as if the world was so vast and wide. You found yourself looking at Heeseung,

“Y’know, keeping my head on the ground is really inconvenient right now.” Heeseung’s eyes filled with alarm,

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve said that.”

“It’s ok,” you said. And you meant it. “It’d be less inconvenient if I could use your arm as a pillow though.” As Heeseung’s arm extended, you rested your head on it while you wrapped an arm around his chest. Waiting often led to self-given heartbreak, but sometimes, it was worth it.

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[raziroo]

Cotton Candy

Pairing: Lotor x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Saying "Shit" twice

Word count: 2,076 (yay) (also, I edited this, I still need to update the word count)

Author’s Note: I'm crap at writing dialogues, and this is my first time writing for a gay couple. I'm so sorry if it seems forced or unnatural or shitty. Don't be afraid to call me out.

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It’s with a grunt of effort that I manage to lift the carton containing the cotton-candy-maker.

‘Here, dad,’ I say as my dad takes the box from my hands. ‘That’s all?’

‘Yep, that’s all of it. We’ll conquer this carnival with our delicious cotton candy,’ I nod, doing jazz hands while saying the last part. Dad chuckles. I grin.

‘Hey, Honey!’ I turn back, squinting to spot where my other dad is in the crowd of bustling people. Where, where…? Yep, there he is – in his embarrassingly brilliant sunshine yellow and bottle green striped shirt and hot pink trousers, a sharp contrast to his natural bright red hair. Don’t say that it can’t look that bright; you’ll never know just how blindingly bright bottle green can really be until you see the shirt my dad’s wearing. And trust me, he usually dresses in simpler tones; such bland tones that you’d be surprised to know he was capable of wearing colourful hues as well. It’s only that he’s very passionate about his job, and so whenever we set up a booth in fetes such as the current one, he never misses to match the shop logo.

‘Hul-lo, father dearest, how seems to go your day?’

‘Oh, quite lovely, if I do say so.’

‘Well, that’s simply charming –’

‘Alright, enough,’ my other, not redhead dad snaps with an exasperated sort of smile on his visage. You see, my not redhead, a.k.a. brown-haired dad happens to be British. And that means that me and dad would rather paint our teeth blue than to not tease him. ‘You both need to shut it and start helping me with the decorations, now. You know I’m trash at all that.’

‘Aw, now don’t get discouraged,’ I say, patting dad on the back. ‘After all, not everyone can be as blessed as me, can they?’

‘Hey, why don’t you go look around for a bit? You’ve been helping out since before I have.’

‘Yeah, he’s right, pet. You should.’

I huff, rubbing my palms on the fabric of my jeans. ‘You guys sure? I’m not tired, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘We’re not worried, we’re just saying you should also get a look, you know? There’s a lot of surprising booths this time around. I mean, there are aliens participating too, so…’

‘Hmm,’ I play with my bottom lip a little, then, ‘yeah, okay. I’ll be back in like, an hour? Forty five minutes? Sound okay?’

‘Sounds great.’

‘Bye, then.’ And with that, I turn on the heels of my Converse, wandering about the pretty stalls and eager children and kissy couples and aliens with curious features.

It really feels bizarre, just how astonishingly fast mankind has accepted the existence of aliens. It seems simultaneously ages and just a day before when conspiracy theorists raged all around the world, presenting baseless theories and concepts as to why and how the three-man squad on the Kerberos mission disappeared. Then came the Galra, bringing along with them global terror – because alien life, intelligent alien life existed and humanity remained oblivious all these millennia, and now they were actually attacking us. It could’ve been, perhaps even was, in some other dimension, the end of Earth. But then a defender appeared; Voltron appeared in all its glory, bringing along with it proof that however much these purple aliens claim that humans are scum of the universe, humans were, in the grand scheme of things, the ones that saved the universe too.

It feels even more puzzling to actually be on a first-name basis with the leader of Voltron; that’s right, I’m personally acquainted with Keith Kogane. It was around six months after him leaving the Garrison did I come across him. He’d been loitering around the neighbourhood, had ended up in a fistfight with some other kids, and along with that a split lip and bruised cheek. I’d been watching. When the fight ended, I (somehow) persuaded him to come along so that I could at the very least provide him with a band-aid.

Long story short, we’d bonded over how our moms were no-shows and how dads were the best and we became surprisingly close friends; the only difference was that after the death of his old man, he lived alone. I’d been adopted by my two current fathers. I told him about how when they’d initially adopted me, I was excruciatingly shy. I wouldn’t even come out of my room except meals. It was only when I came to know that they knew how to make candy floss had I timidly approached them if I could have some, because previously I’d always been grossed out at the thought of having to eat that. I’d overheard this group of kids saying that cotton candy was actually just dyed granny hair, so that’s where that came from.

I love cotton candy now. So much so, that even at the age of twenty-six, I will pout if someone takes some of mine without my permission. As if I’d ever allow them to.

Speaking of Keith, I haven’t seen him in years. We lost all contact when he turned eighteen, and then he went off into space, and even when he came back, I didn’t get a chance to meet him. I bear no ill will, though. He must have formed some close relationships. Our past friendship is comparatively much more trivial.

I spot a booth selling grilled corn. I instantly head there.

As I’m about join the crowd of humans and aliens who also want corn, a familiar call of my name leads me to pull a three sixty.

Lo and behold. Keith Kogane.

Despite him having obviously grown a lot, the face was still the same. I’m sure that, if he gets a split lip and bruise on his cheek right now, he won’t look all that different.

There’s a questioning hesitance on his features; he’s probably wondering if he’s got the right person. My pleasantly surprised smile and raised eyebrows assure him. As I step away from the grilled corn stall, I notice a motley crowd behind him; some are purple, some are holding Voltron plushies, and some look way too curious to be in a carnival. The introduction is going to be fun.

‘Keith! You're gonna live a hundred years - I was just thinking about you. But anyways, it’s – it’s great to see you,’ I say with a little giggle. ‘Though I am kind of surprised you actually approached me. The sixteen-year-old you would never.’

He smiles awkwardly in return. ‘Y – yeah… I, just… oh God, this is – I’m sorry,’ he says, his inner turmoil evident.

‘It’s all good. I know you’re shit at small talk, so… like, introduce me? Maybe?’

He nods rapidly, brows furrowed. ‘Yeah, um,’ he turns to the people behind him, telling them my name, how we met, the whole affair. I give them a wave. Most of them greet me back.

‘And, this is Shiro and Curtis,’ he points to the tall, white-haired yet young man, holding hands with a tanner guy, ‘Lance, Pidge and Hunk,’ he points to a lanky, bright-smiled guy, a buffer, kind-seeming person, and a short chestnut-haired woman who, despite wearing baggy jeans and a baggier tee, looks somehow better dressed than me. ‘Then that’s Allura, Coran, and Romelle, they’re Alteans,’ a woman with enchanting beauty and a regal aura surrounding her, a redhead who’s significantly older than the rest with an impressive moustache, and a youthful appearing girl with a big grin, ‘and Lotor, he’s Galran. The Galran Emperor, in fact.’ Lotor is a tall, lilac-skinned man with aristocratic features who shares the same cheek markings as the Alteans. Oh, and he’s unfairly gorgeous, his hair a luscious mane of white which I just know will be soft. It’s hard not to stare. You remember how I said Allura looked like royalty? Yeah, the way this man carries himself, he has the aura and visage of a God. Even in a white tee-shirt and jeans he looks way better than should be legal.

I rip my eyes away.

‘So…are Noah and Oliver here too? I’d love to see them. I mean, I never did get to thank them to permit a possible criminal to sleep in their house.’

I laugh. ‘Never mind that, but we actually sit up a stall here. I could, you know, maybe even get you guys something to eat.’

‘Free? Please don’t.’

‘It’s nothing, really, just… I don’t know, accept it as a small thank you present for not letting the planet go to shit.’

A bit of thinking. Even after a nod from Shiro, it was Lance who said yes. Good ol’ Keith.

When we reach the stall, my British dad is the only one we find there. He looks up, about to say something to me, when he notices Keith.

‘Dad. You remember Keith?’

‘Your possible criminal friend who turned out to be the saviour of the universe Keith?’

‘That Keith. He wanted to see you.’

‘Oh? Well then,’ he dusts his hands, stands up, and greets Keith. Both of them engage in a conversation.

‘You guys wanna try something?’

‘What do you got?’ asks Pidge.

‘What do we got? Um, we got chocolates, candy, marshmallows, jellybeans, tortilla chips, ice cream, popcorn – butter, cheese, caramel, peri peri – Lays, like, a lot of Lays, and the good old cotton candy. What d’you want?’

So, after providing the humans with two Cream n’ Onion Lays, a pack of tortilla chips, a double scoop of butterscotch and chocolate, a small tub of popcorn, and three cotton candy sticks, I turned to the aliens.

‘I’m assuming you guys aren’t familiar with a lot of this stuff, so you could either pick whatever looks to be good, ask your friends, or I could recommend something. What’ll it be?’

Romelle was the one who asked, ‘What’s ice cream like?’

‘It’s sweet. It’s cold. And it’s like… heaven in mouth.’

‘Ooh. I want an ice cream. The… pink one?’

‘That’s strawberry. You can eat it in a cone, or in a cup.

‘What’s the difference?’

‘Well, the cup you can’t eat. The cone is like a crispy biscuit,’ judging by her face, she didn’t know what biscuit was. ‘I’ll just give you a cone. It’s all on the house, so no worries if you don’t like it.’

I watched eagerly as she licked the ice cream. An unreadable look crossed her face. Then – ‘This is almost as good as Hunk’s cookies!’

‘Really?’ Coran asked, twirling his moustache. ‘Well, then…’ he squinted to read the names of the various flavours. ‘I would like “cookies and cream”. Yes.’ A cone of cookies n’ cream was served.

‘Allura?’

‘Do you have something that isn’t sweet?’ That was a plot twist. I’d have taken her as someone who appreciated sweeter foods.

‘We do. You want spicy?’

‘…Sure.’ Peri Peri popcorn was given and enjoyed.

And last… ‘Lotor. What would you like to have?’

It takes me a lot of will to not laugh at Lotor’s way too analytical expression. ‘What would you recommend?’

‘Me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Out of all this stuff, candy floss is my favourite.’

‘Candy floss… the item that looks simultaneously like a cloud and an old woman’s hair?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I would like a helping of candy floss, then.’

As I hand Lotor a stick of cotton candy, I wait with anticipation for his reaction.

‘How am I supposed to eat this?’

It takes me a moment to process that. ‘Uh, you just… pinch a little of the stuff in between your fingers, then eat it. Or you could just, um, go in directly, which I’m thinking isn’t really your style.’

He narrows his eyes, but follows my instructions nonetheless. Only a second after putting the stuff in his mouth, Lotor purrs.

Everyone around him, being me, Coran and Romelle (Allura’s off telling Lance how great Earth food is), looks with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. Lotor appears as if he’s just died inside. The berry-shaded blush on his face is adorable, though.

'I didn't, like, poison you or something, right?'

'No. It's that... I would never in my lifetimes have expected something so tooth-rottingly sweet to be this delicious.'

'So you're okay?'

‘Yes. In fact, I quite like… this cotton candy.’

I grin.

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Cooking in the Crest (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

Summary: You become sick of the endless prepackaged food you eat while living on the Razor Crest. From a holovid, you and Din try to learn how to cook.

W/C: 3.2k

Warnings: FOOD is a big warning here; this is all about food, cooking, and eating; some language, and mentions of violence and blood because Din is a hunter.

A/N: this was a request by lovely @binarydanvvers !! I hope you guys like it too :))

The Razor Crest was not exactly built to be a home. The beat up old ship, a pre-Imperial piece of garbage, was mainly meant to be a freighter, to carry loads and supplies around. It had a bunk, yes, but that was mainly for the pilot to sleep. Some ships were elaborately built and crafted to house people, even families; this was not one of them.

You could tell that from the moment you walked aboard. This was not built to be a home, but the Mandalorian and his little green child had made it one. It was endearing, really. It was still cold and harsh, not exactly welcoming, but there were little touches. A sling for the baby to sleep in above the man’s bunk. A few scattered toys for the kid. Extra clothing tucked away, and what seemed to be a makeshift kitchen.

It can hardly be called a kitchen. It’s more of a food storage area. The Mandalorian man has stored packets of food, dried or wrapped, water, and other assorted food necessities in a small corner of the ship. There’s also a device for heating meals, like the just-add-water foods he carries so many of.

The baby doesn’t complain. Well, he really can’t, considering that he cannot speak yet, but he never pushes away the food. Of course, his favorites are frogs and occasional organic things he picks up on the surface of the latest planet, but he’s never refused a nutrient bar or an instant bread loaf. The kid is always hungry; he’ll take anything.

You’ve been traveling with Din for a while now. He entrusted you with his name not long after he entrusted you with the care of his foundling. He’s a kind man, surprising beneath the layer of impenetrable beskar, with a warm laugh even through the modulator.

In this time, you’ve become exhausted over the endless routine of microwavable carbohydrate packs with dried proteins. A nutrient bar is a nice switch, but it’s endless days and nights of bland food. “Do you even eat? Does your species photosynthesize or something?” You’d asked Din once, teasingly knocking on his beskar.

“I’m human,” he assured you, voice dry. He presents himself as tired of your endless teasing, but you both know he could never be. You’re the energy, the entertainment to him and his little green child.

“I doubt that,” you teased, nudging his hip with your own as you walked past, the baby on your other side, giggling at your words.

The kid is smart. He can’t yet speak, but he can recognize meaning in words and the emotions you convey with your tones. You’ve been steadily working on teaching him the right morphemes to form words, but he’s just not quite there yet. He made a little babbling noise at his father, then turned and looked up at you, grinning with tiny white teeth.

Din must eat, you’ve come to notice. He never takes the helmet off; you’ve never heard his voice without the modulator, you’ve never seen him eat. But the stock of food dwindles at a quicker pace than it would for one and a half people, so he must consume some of it. You’ve noticed that the dried proteins or instant spicy grains go quicker- those must be his favorite. You’ve made mental notes several times to pick up extra when shopping.

As the three of you take off from the last planet, a lively and populous city center, your stomach is happy with its contents: you and the baby had gone on a culinary tour, trying different local delicacies. You glance at the kitchenette in the corner and wince at the protein bars. Surely you’ll be reduced to eating the dry and chalky sustenance the next time you’re hungry.

The baby sits in your lap, bouncing excitedly as the ship lifts off. He coos and waves his hands excitedly as Din turns and navigates, though it’s nothing too bumpy for the little thing to handle. There’s a jolt when you leave the atmosphere, and the baby squeals as the stars rush past when Din maneuvers the Crest into hyperspace.

Once the course is set, Din turns to you. You wonder what he’s thinking; it’s a shame you can’t see his face. “We should be at our next location in about a day.”

Your curiosity gets the better of you, heightened over the prospect of eating more dried, flavorless food. “Do you know how to cook?”

“Do I know how to what?” Din asks, cocking his head.

“Cook. You know, make food in a way other than using the microwave.”

Din stares at you for a minute. “No, I really don’t. I’ve never had reason to.”

“You don’t consider eating this bland shit eternally a reason?” You ask, folding your arms. The little green baby on your lap mirrors your actions, looking at his father. “I don’t either, but I think we both need to learn. I’m sick of this endless dried food and nutrient bars and instant grains.”

His shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath. “Fine. How?”

“How what?” You ask, taunting him back from his earlier sarcastic question.

“How are we going to learn how to cook?”

You shrug. “We could take a cooking class on some populous planet. They have them for couples.”

Din looks at you, sharply even though you can’t see his face. “Okay, well, two people,” you chuckle, though you can’t help but notice the rigidity of his body. You’re skilled at reading his body language by now; something changed in him when you said couple. “Why the hell not?”

“Because, cyar’ika, I am a Mandalorian. I’m not exactly going to fit in with the happy honeymooners at a cooking class, searing bantha for my beloved.”

You frown at him. “You’re such a pain in the ass, Din. Work with me here.”

Din is frowning beneath the helmet. You can just tell. “I don’t exactly take orders from you.”

“It’s not an order,” you roll your eyes. “It’s a request. Please.”

Din sighs. He’s quiet for a minute. Then: “Fine.”

“Yay!” You grin and brace his beskar helmet in one hand, pressing a kiss to the visor. “It’ll be fun, come on.”

“I don’t know how fun that can be,” he grumbles.

-

The holonet turns out to be a surprisingly vast resource for cooking and recipes. You’d never expected this much to be uploaded to it. There are traditional dishes from Tatooine, Naboo, anywhere really. The first struggle is deciding what to cook.

You stop at another populous planet next. Thank the Maker, you mumble as you put the baby in the wrap carrier that straps him to your chest. “We’re gonna make something good, huh kiddo?” You ask and smooch the baby’s little green head. He just coos in return.

Wandering through the planet, you find various little specialty shops, and you mark off the list you’ve created. Spices from the shop specializing in them, fresh vegetables at a stall, meat from a grocer. When the foods are all collected, you return to the ship, where Din has purchased a portable heat source to be used for cooking.

The business Din has on the planet goes quickly and he’s back before you know it. You’ve barely had time to clean the vegetables under the small refresher sink before you hear the clink of beskar and the baby’s excited laughter at his return.

You carry the bowl of vegetables and grin as you spot Din on a crate in the corner, wiping down his armor of blood. “Welcome home, bounty hunter,” you tease as you arrange some crates to form a table and chairs and set the holoprojector in the center. “How’d we do today?”

“Wonderful,” he grumbles as he wipes a smear of mud off his chest plate. He finishes then looks at your arms, holding the ingredients. You set them down and the hot plate as well. “We’re cooking now?”

“I’m hungry,” you shrug.

Din nods. “I suppose. Do you want me to get piloting us out of here and then we can start?”

You shrug again. “We paid for a full day and night. Might as well use it.”

He nods and begins removing his beskar, leaving him in just his flight suit and helmet. You cock an eyebrow at him and tilt your head in confusion. “Don’t wanna get any food on the beskar.”

This makes you genuinely laugh, throwing your head back. “Oh, blood and dirt and mud are okay but no food? You have some odd standards, Din.”

No one has called him by his name since he was a child. You’ve never even said it aloud save for once or twice. The sound of your voice saying it is like the sweetest music; he could listen to it eternally. He’s a little nervous inside, tingly and fluttery from the feeling. Thank the Maker his helmet doesn’t let it show.

“Go wash your hands and let’s get going,” you order him, stacking two extra crates and setting the child on top so he’s the same height as the two of you. He’s delighted by the view, looking around.

You put the vessel on the hot plate then turn it on, unsure of how quickly it heats. Din returns not long later, sitting on his crate across from you. “First step?”

To answer his question, you turn on the holovid. A cheerful Zabrak narrates for you and shows you the steps, starting with the first: to chop the ingredients. Din reaches for his leg and you shoot him a glare, pausing the video. “You were not about to use that knife to prepare our dinner.”

Din just looks at you. “Why not?”

“God, you’re impossible,” you laugh, though it’s lighthearted teasing. “No, use this, a clean one.” You hand it over along with a few vegetables. Din starts cutting with neat precision, the yellow tuber vegetable falling in perfectly round slices to the surface you’d laid down before.

The baby whines in protest; he wants in. Looking around, you scramble for something before giving him the softest vegetable and a plastic utensil. “How’s that?” You ask him.

He’s delighted, slicing his vegetable and mirroring his parents and the video. When the step is finished, you press play again and it informs you to add some of the oil and cook the vegetables first.

Din pours them in, causing a sizzle from the hot cooking vessel. “Ooh, it must be ready,” you grin and drizzle some oil over the top.

“I don’t think that’s the order we were supposed to do it,” he points out, rewinding the video.

“Oh well,” you shrug and stir the vegetables. The aromatic plants waft from the steam, making you sigh in happiness at how wonderful the recipe smells, even now. “Can you smell under there?”

Din shakes his head.

You frown. “I’ll close my eyes. Lift your helmet and take a smell, it’s delicious.” You squeeze them shut as if to prove you’ll do it.

He would never trust anyone else like this. He’s surprised he even trusts you enough, but he unlatches his helmet and lifts it just enough to catch a whiff of the delicious smell. He sighs happily too and puts the helmet back on. “You can look again.”

You open your eyes and smile at him. “Well, we’re not doing terribly! What’s next?”

The video plays a little longer, telling you the next steps: add the spices to the cooking vegetables, stirring them in, then the broth you’ve purchased.

Picking up the bag, you rummage through for the intended spices. “You wanna do this part?” You ask Din.

“I’ll probably mess up.”

“Give it a shot,” you say with a warm smile and hand him several small pouches of spices and a measuring stick.

His fingers are thick and worn without the gloves, and the sight of them pinching the bright orange powder and sprinkling some in the pot is truly humanizing, indicative that this man is Din, not The Mandalorian like you knew him as before. He does that with the required spices, choosing to go by heart rather than the measured values.

You go next, adding the broth to the pot and closing your eyes to listen to the beautiful hiss of the liquid against the hot metal. “Do you think you could cook on beskar?” You tease Din. The man just shakes his head.

The recipe then indicates for you to cut up the meat and add it before covering and letting it boil. Din uses the sharp knife you’ve provided to once again, neatly slice the meat and add it to the pan. “You’re quite precise with that thing,” you inform him with an impressed nod.

He snorts. “I know the ten quickest ways to kill someone with it.”

“Still, precise to do that,” you laugh. You cover the pot and sigh, setting a timer on the holopad to the amount of time needed before the meal will be ready; thanks to the specialized tech in the hot plate, it won’t take long at all.

The baby shows you his knife work with the mushed vegetable. It’s considerably less impressive than Din’s, but you ooh and ahh over it all the same, making the baby beam with pride. “Your knife work rivals your father’s, little man,” you tease the baby and poke his side.

“Yeah right,” he snorts again and leans back against the metal wall of the Razor Crest’s hull.

While the food carries on its quick cooking, you prepare three bowls and spoons to eat with, setting each in front of where the three of you sit. The bowl is much smaller for the child, but he seems just as pleased.

The timer dings and you clap your hands together in excitement. “Let’s see!”

Lifting the lid, the smell that wafts out makes your stomach growl. “Oh, this is going to be good,” you sigh, setting the lid aside on the heatproof surface and scooping some into each bowl. “Careful, it’s hot,” you warn your boys as you a hand them their respectful bowls.

“It sounds wonderful but… you know I can’t eat it,” Din reminds you.

That makes you frown. “Of course you can. We made it together.”

“No,” he sighs. “I can’t eat it because I’d have to remove my helmet.”

The idea crosses your mind as quickly as his words. “Well then.” You stand and push your crate aside, then pull him up and do the same. With your bowl of stew in hand, you plop down on the floor and turn your back to him. “Now you sit with your back to me.”

“Cyare, I-“

“Just humor me, Din. Please.”

He sighs and gets on the floor, groaning at the creak of his joints and popping of his back. Din presses his back to yours, sitting with his legs splayed carelessly to either side. “There. This what you wanted?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Now eat. I won’t look, and the kid is your foundling, he can see you.”

Din is hesitant at first. He sits there for a moment while the baby slurps his dinner, pondering what to do. Then he remembers how much he trusts yoh. How you’d do anything for him and he’d do anything for you.

He removes his helmet, setting it to the floor with a heavy clunk. “There we go,” you smile and reach behind you to pat his chest. “Eat up. I bet you’re hungry from that hunt.”

“Hungrier from making this,” he grumbles as he scoops a spoonful, ungracefully shoving it in his mouth and moaning in content. “Oh, that’s damn good.”

“Isn’t it?” You laugh, eating some yourself and smiling at the flavor. “Seasoned just right,” you affirm him, resting your head back against his own. You can feel that he has hair- well, now you know he isn’t bald.

“Cooked properly thanks to you,” he reminds you.

“Ha! I don’t know shit about cooking. Thank that holovid,” you chuckle, nestling your back against his. You can feel every little notch of his spine, the lumps in a perfect line cascading down his body, as his back presses against yours. He’s warm, and you can feel him breathe in and out slowly- he’s relaxed. Good.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you eat your meals. The kid has long finished his tiny bowl and has passed out in his seat, which makes you laugh. He’s missing the sight of his helmetless father thanks to a post-meal nap.

No words need to be exchanged. There’s meaning in the silence, in the fact that you can hear his breathing and his real voice, the hard gulp of his throat as he swallows yet another bite. Maker, he’s so wonderfully human. You absolutely adore it.

When you’re done with your stew, you set your bowl to the side. Din does the same, and his back relaxes against yours. Neither of you are quite ready for him to put the helmet back on, so you breathe the unfiltered air with him, listen and feel him breathing, try to take in every detail of what his body feels like pressed to yours, even if it’s back to back.

“Din?” You ask softly after a few moments.

“Yes, cyare?”

“I promise my eyes are closed,” you tell him.

“What do you mean-“

Din is cut off when you close your eyes but turn, kissing his cheek. You can feel stubble beneath your lips, and above it smooth skin. God, he feels so damn warm. With your eyes still closed, you hug his neck. “Thank you for putting up with me.”

Din breathes slowly, forcing his heart rate not to accelerate into hyperspeed. “It’s not putting up with you,” he admits. “It’s enjoying you. I really do.”

The words make you flushed and flustered, honored that this strong and silent type has used such eloquent words to compliment you. “Thank you. For all of this, Din. Thank you for letting me know you.”

He’s grinning ear to ear, and he turns his face to kiss your cheek back. “You can know me all you want to, mesh’la.” Din puts his hands over your arms and takes one last moment in your arms. “Well, we need to put the child to bed, and I’m legally supposed to be wearing my helmet right now.”

You turn and sit with your back to him, smiling and nearly giddy from the moment. “Who’s gonna yell at you if you don’t? Mando police?”

Din groans and puts his helmet back on, ignoring you. When you both stand, you hug him for real this time, chests pressed together. “Thank you for a wonderful meal,” he mumbles through the modulator and presses his forehead to yours in a keldabe kiss. “Let’s do this more often.”

“I agree,” you nod and kiss his helmet one last time.

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jiang cheng with the junior quartet in which they've outgrown their fear of him and they realized sect leader jiang is just a giant grumpy cat with mother-hen tendencies.

when they night hunt with him occasionally he always has snacks and buys them street food if they finish early. he'll scold them for eating unhealthily but buys them the treats anyway. once, ozz said he's never had zongzi so jc bought them all one each from a stall.

he doesn't even say anything to wen ning anymore. when he sees that the juniors are with him, he just gives an acknowledging nod and a gruff reminder directed at the four of them to don't do anything stupid before going on his way. like he trusts them with him.

but anyway, these juniors start to pester jiang cheng whenever they're in yunmeng and they've somewhat learn how to decipher his scowls and screams from normal fond-bordering-on-affectionate ones to actually angry ones—the latter of which is rarely ever directed at them.

they're over at lotus pier whenever JL is. JL doesn't get to go there much now because of his sect leader duties but when he is, he is sure followed by his friends. it's like they've decided lotus pier is their go to headquarters where they can fool around and shit. jiang cheng would pretend he hates it and finds them all a nuisance ("don't you kids have your own sects to go home to?? lotus pier is not your play place! why are you brats always here?!") but he's really glad JL's got friends with him now. he used to be such a lonely child.

overtime, they just randomly pop up even when JL isn't there. jiang cheng is always surprised to see either lsz, ljy, or ozz in the compound saying they were in the area and decided to pop in for a greeting like: hi sect leader jiang! how are you? been to any night hunts lately?

they're over there a lot that they even have their own regular guest quarters by now. ones close to JL's suites in the family compound. they sometimes train with the disciples but otherwise they just mess around lotus pier and swim in the lakes. especially in the summers.

JL is ecstatic! finally! people who understands his jiujiu's weird show of affection other than wwx! JL thinks his jiujiu is just severely misunderstood but he really is just a Big Softie with grumpy tendencies.

oh and he teaches them stuff too obviously, but not in the way that's playful and interactive like wwx or direct like lwj. jiang cheng's wisdom comes in random bouts in the middle of night hunts. small tidbits on fighting born out of experiences from the war and life in general. the profound ones come when he's two bottles deep just before turning in or when they're strolling on busy night markets going home and he doesn't even mean to but the juniors are like 'wow that makes so much fucking sense we never thought of it that way what the fuck.'

when the juniors are night hunting near yunmeng or if lotus pier is their meeting point and jiang cheng doesn't get to come with them, he makes the servants pack them extra snacks or pile them on to JL to share with his friends. the servants are careful not to say anything but they all know it's under sect leader jiang's orders

ohmygod jiang cheng is such an overbearing mother hen. but in a good way! the juniors learned to enjoy it the best they can and needle him into buying them snacks or letting them do stuff they normally wouldn't get away with from wangxian. he's literally the grumpy uncle who's also the most indulgent.

on god can you imagine jiang cheng being THAT UNCLE who lets u get away with small misdemeanors?? ABSOLUTELY INSANE. but he does with the juniors!! like he trusts them to not be so stupid and call for help when need (also they have a fierce corpse as a companion most of the time anyway, so).

some sprinkles of wangxian bc i'm a slut for them: 

wangxian notice that they've been talking a lot about sect leader jiang. “oh,” wwx says, “you went night hunting with jiang cheng? when was this how come i’ve never heardof it?” he's clearly itching to ask more he's practically vibrating.

ljy: don’t worry wei-qianbei you're still our favorite! sect leader jiang is our close 3rd  wwx: 3rd? who's 1 and 2? ozz: you and hgj are #1 of course! wwx: we tied for #1?   ljy: yeah you're practically a package deal. do not separate and all that wwx: who's #2 tho? ozz: wen-qianbei! wwx: huh. valid.

jl: speak for yourselves. jiujiu is my #1. wwx: that's also very valid too a-ling. otherwise i'll have to scold you for being unfilial and jiang cheng will break your legs for breaking his heart.

once while relaying a report, lsz called jiang cheng ‘shūshū’ and wwx had to do a double take because um what? what did you just call jiang cheng? lsz blushed and stuttered an explanation before jl explained obnoxiously:

jl: jiujiu told him to call him that. told him to go to the ancestral hall to pay respects too. he must really like you sizhui.  ljy, #1 sizhui fan: of course he likes sizhui! everyone does! wwx: is it true sizhui? lsz, blushing:...shūshū's nice... wwx:...jiang cheng...shushu...nice..ok....okok...

lmao one of them (either ozz or ljy but i think it will be more hilarious if it's ljy) slipped and called jiang cheng 'jiujiu' once just because he kept hearing jl calling him that. jiang cheng just turns to him with a mild "that's jiang-zongzhu to you, lan jigyi."

and god!!! ljy is so mortified!!! this is worst than that one time he accidentally called hgj 'dad'!! it doesn't help that his friends are assholes (yes even sizhui!!) and never let him live it down. especially JL!! he's all "don't go stealing my jiujiu now" fuck you JL!! as if ljy will!!

also, once when they were sassing jiang cheng, (they get!! to sass sect leader jiang!! and he only threatened to break their legs once!!) and ljy got the last word in, jiang cheng hit him w/ a "is that any way to talk to ur uncle? huh, nephew?" which effectively shut up ljy as his friends roared in laughter propriety be damned!!

((yes i was thinking of that B99 episode where jake peralta called captain holt dad and holt went in for the ride and called jake 'son' lmao))

goodddd!!! i live for the junior quartet discovering that underneath jiang cheng's rough exterior he's a Big Softie who's also hilarious even when he doesn't mean to. JL is very happy with this development and wwx is happy to hear stories about his brother having fun with the kids.

this ran long but i also just wanna says this is because of queen jiang yanli's influence (you guys notice how yunmeng trio are all good with kids?) 

ANYWAY! this is me again with my 'Jiang Cheng is Great With Kids So Give Him More Kids To Take Care Of' agenda and you all should jump in on it thank you.

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“Don’t you dare.”

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a/n: Eeeek I’m so excited to finally be posting Min/Kid again!!!! A lot has happened since I last wrote for these two. You know, a shoulder surgery, release of BE, and a Grammy nomination just to list a few. Soooo all three of those are included in this. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, thank you for reading! :)) 

CHOPPING the celery, you hummed along with the acoustic melody resonating in the kitchen, the voices of your boyfriend and his members filling the space. The slow, sad tune was one of your favorites on the new album, but then again, you favored them all.

Looking down at your feet, you spotted the small fluffy dog staring up at you cutely. “I just wanna be happier,” you sang at the dog, “How about you, Holly?”

At hearing his name, he cocked his head at you, you smiling fondly. “Are you happy?” You continued your conversation with the pup in a tone that was higher pitched than your normal speaking voice. “What’s up? Do you want some celery?” You asked. “I don’t think you’ll like it much, bubs.”

You watched the dog for a moment longer before he got too excited, jumping up your leg causing you to giggle and relent. “Ok, ok,” you grinned, taking a small piece of the vegetable between your fingertips. Crouching down, you held it out for Holly to take, the dog carefully sniffing it. “I’m telling you, dude, you’re not gonna like it,” you told him just as he slowly grabbed the morsel from your fingers and dropped it to the floor. “Are you gonna eat it?” You questioned in surprise, both you and the dog too intrigued by the celery to notice the new kitchen visitor standing behind you.

“Is he eating celery?” Your boyfriend’s groggy voice suddenly sounded, you turning around in surprise and slight startlement.

“Shit, hi,” you greeted him, clutching your chest in fright, taking in his disheveled appearance as he had just woken up from a nap. “He’s considering,” you smiled before turning back to the dog. “I don’t think he’ll do it.”

“Holly, you’re not starving, buddy,” he told the little pup, a slight chuckle lacing the words. You listened as Yoongi’s feet shuffled closer to you, his hand suddenly finding its way to the back of your head, his fingers instantly slipping into your strands, lightly massaging your roots.

Taking his hand in yours, you brought it to your lips as you stood, leaving a light kiss to the back of it before trailing them down the bottom of his thumb and to his wrist. “How are you feeling, baby?” You asked him, the man giving you a soft close-mouthed grin that made his fluffy cheeks look even fuller.

“I feel fine,” he assured you, moving his hand in your grip to intertwine his fingers with your own as he leaned toward you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “You should have woken me up, Kid,” he whispered against your lips.

Your mouth curved upward as you shook your head, kissing him once more before stepping back from him and reluctantly separating your hand from his. “Absolutely not,” you said simply, Yoongi scoffing as he pulled his gaze from you to the dog, you following his eyes to see Holly propped up on your boyfriend’s legs. Cast to the side was the piece of celery, you giggling as Yoongi smiled in amusement.

“Do you want a real treat?” He asked the dog, you looking fondly at your boyfriend’s wide-eyed gaze as he addressed Holly in a cutesy voice. “I’ll give you a real one, none of this celery stuff,” he playfully teased you, shooting you a gummy grin.

“Hey, he asked for it,” you defended, crossing your arms over your ribcage as Yoongi made his way across the kitchen to the treat cupboard.

You observed him as he reached for a plastic container with a twist lid, however stalling when he realized it would be quite difficult to take off with one arm. Instead he reached for the bag of treats next to it, using his teeth to hold one end of the zip lock as he pulled it open.

“Here you go, Holly,” he handed the pup the treat, the dog wiggling excitedly before running off to munch in peace. “That’s why I’m his favorite,” he told you with a smug smile, your mouth opening in feigned surprise.  

“You think you’re Holly’s favorite?” You asked him, the man giving you a weak shrug, given one of his shoulders was out of commission. “Aw, Min,” you cooed. “When did you get so delusional, old man?”

Yoongi chuckled at you as he turned back to the bag of treats, a focus overtaking his face as he struggled to reseal it with one hand. Of course you felt for the man, having undergone a shoulder surgery in the recent weeks, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t amusing to watch him pout in frustration at a bag of dog treats. And you only became fonder when he finally sealed it, a quiet hum of satisfaction leaving his lips before turning to catch your gaze, you holding back a grin as his cheeks tinted pink.

“Everything is so much more difficult,” he whined in embarrassment, you allowing yourself to lightly laugh at his expense.

“You’re so cute though,” you complimented, the man grunting at the comment as he looked to the cutting board.

“What can I help with?” He asked you, you shooting him a glare.

“You can help by keeping me company,” you told him sternly. “Sit here and chat with me, I missed you today.”

Opening his mouth to contend your command, you held up your hand to him. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll stop helping you put your pants on,” you teased him, Yoongi letting out a silent laugh paired with his adorable gummy grin.

“That’s just cruel,” he joked back just before taking a seat across from you at the kitchen island. “Maybe I’ll just stop wearing pants then,” he suggested.

“Now who’s being cruel?” You questioned with a smirk, enjoying the amusement displayed on your boyfriend’s features. Picking the knife up, you continued chopping up vegetables as Yoongi watched you carefully. “How was therapy this morning?”

“I’m so tired,” he chuckled at himself as you pouted and cooed. “It was fine though,” he nodded.

“Good,” you grinned. “You better not be pushing yourself too hard,” you warned, Yoongi letting out a light laugh.

“I want to get back out there,” he noted, a small knowing smile forming on your lips. “I want to be ready to perform this album when we’re able,” he added, nodding to your phone as ‘Telepathy’ sounded through the speaker.

“And you will be ready,” you assured him, “as long as you pace yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” he teased, you trying to hold back your smile but failing. “Have you picked a favorite yet?” He asked, referring to your favorite track on his group’s new album.

“I’ve always had a favorite,” you told him as you started lightly grooving to the upbeat track.

“This one?” He asked in surprise, making you roll our eyes as you started dancing more and singing along. “Wow,” he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you just saying this to make me feel good since I’m all laid up?” He asked, you giggling at the question.

“You’re so annoying,” you told him through your chuckle, reaching for a piece of celery and lightly tossing it at him. The piece of vegetable made contact with his cheek and he pulled a dramatic expression of shock, his mouth open as he playfully gasped. “Of course I’m just saying that to make you feel good,” you teased, Yoongi laughing breathily as he popped the piece of celery into his mouth.

“Thank you anyway,” he smiled softly as you let out a breathy laugh. You both watched each other for a moment, your eyes traveling each other’s faces before your gazes connected, Yoongi only holding contact for a second until quickly averting his orbs to the countertop.

Smiling to yourself, you placed the knife to the stone, the sound of metal clinking against the hard surface piquing Yoongi’s interest enough for him to look at the blade. As you began walking around the counter toward your boyfriend, his eyes found your hips, dragging up your frame, landing on your grin.

“The song is amazing,” you assured him seriously. “And I think this might be my favorite of your guys’ albums.”

“Really?” He asked curiously, his eyes widened as he studied your expression, replaying the words in his head to scrutinize your tone. You simply nodded as you slotted yourself between his legs, your hand meeting the back of his neck as you lightly played with the ends of his dark brown hair.

“And speaking as a fan,” you told him, dipping your head to catch his eyes. “I know all the other fans loving it as well.”

Flashing you a honey boy smile as his cheeks tinted pink, you leaned down to press a sweet kiss to their plushness. “You did good, Honey Boy,” you complimented, a breathy chuckle sounding from the man as he relaxed in your touch, dropping his forehead to your sternum, leaving a light kiss to your chest through your shirt.

“Thank you,” he whispered shyly. He sometimes had a hard time vocalizing it, but your opinion meant everything to him.

Running your hands through the back of his hair, you shook your head. “Thank you,” you countered.

“For what?” He asked wrapping an arm around your waist, allowing his fingers to lightly trace indistinct patterns against your side.

“For inspiring me daily,” you told him, the man looking up at you with an expression of adorable surprise, making you smile and lean down to kiss his soft lips fondly. “With your talent and hard work and openness to express your vulnerabilities. I know there’s a lot of people out there who appreciate it, but don’t forget that I’m one of them,” you informed him, the man taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.

Leaving a kiss to the tip of his nose, you trailed them up the bridge until your lips met his forehead, leaving a series of pecks against his warm skin. “What’s on your mind, Min?” You whispered before placing another kiss to his hair. Probably a lot. A major shoulder surgery, a new album, Grammy nominations coming, you were sure it was busy inside his head.

“How lucky I am to have you,” he revealed shyly but boldly, you nearly cooing instantly. “And how much I hate this fucking shoulder right now because I can’t just grab you and take you right here like I want to,” he partially joked. Oh jesus christ.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, lightly slapping his uninjured arm. “You know what? I’ve settled on what your three best skills are.”

“What are they?” He asked, pulling you the slightest bit closer as he smirked at you.

“Rapping, producing, and ruining cute moments,” you told him, the man immediately laughing as he pulled a feigned thinking face.

“Kind of thought rocking your world was gonna be one but I’ll take it,” he replied, you groaning as you pulled out of his grasp.

“Have I told you you’re annoying?” You teased, leaning toward him to steal a quick kiss before stepping away from him, the man slowly chasing after your lips as you backed away, reaching for you with his functional arm only to shoot you a pout when you returned to the other side of the island.

“Of course you have,” he smiled.

“Good,” you said simply, wearing a fond grin as you returned to cooking.

“You’re so cute in your pj’s,” you cooed as you helped button his top, preparing to get into bed. You had finished eating dinner earlier in the night and Yoongi had helped you with dishes by rinsing them with his one functional arm. “I should get a matching pair, how adorable would that be?” You teased, Yoongi shooting you a look of disgust. “What is that face? It would be cute,” you defended playfully, only for your boyfriend to hold the expression as if you committed an atrocity. “Stop it, don’t pretend like you hate the idea.”

“I do hate the idea,” he defended weakly, hiding a smile.

“Oh whatever, I know you, Min,” you reminded him with a glare, the man huffing as you giggled, securing the last button on his pajama top. “Ok,” you lightly patted the right side of his chest after securing the final button. “All done.”  

“Thanks,” he breathed out, watching as you reached for his shoulder brace. “I can put it on, Kid,” he told you, causing you to pause and stare at him. The two of you had been playfully fighting for weeks over taking care of him. The thing was, you both enjoyed you doting on the man a bit.

“I want to,” you pouted, Yoongi giving you a soft smile. Smirking in victory, you wiggled your hips happily just before you began placing his arm in the sling, Yoongi scoffing as he smiled.

As you adjusted the straps, ensuring his shoulder would be as comfortable and secure as possible, Yoongi watched you carefully. Fondly. When your eyes found his, catching him staring, he cleared his throat to play if off with an act of nonchalance.

“You know,” he started, determined to set your mind on something other than the fact that he had been staring at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen. “I’m beginning to get used to you waiting on me all the time,” he joked, you biting back a smile as you shook your head.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him, pulling up on the velcro to resituate the strap.

“What?” He feigned innocence, his eyes widened with his lips secured in a small pout. You allowed yourself to smile as you let out a forced scoff to cover your amusement.

“Don’t you dare get used to it,” you told him sternly as he laughed silently, thoroughly amused and smitten. “You know what, just for that you can tuck yourself into bed,” you teased, walking away from him, Yoongi looking at you in pretend shock.

“Kid,” he whined with a smile as he watched you crawl under the covers, leaving the grown man to fend for himself.

Opening your laptop, you kept your eyes in a glare as Yoongi shuffled to the bed, staring at you with a pout as you resisted the urge to smile. “Stop looking at me, Min,” you told him, your straight face breaking as he chuckled, you giggling as you pulled up the Grammys website.

Carefully but lacking grace, Yoongi crawled into bed next to you and looked over your shoulder at the screen. “What time are they announcing nominations?”

“Um,” you looked at the time, doing the math in your head. “Should be around 2 or 3 am, so a couple hours. Do you want to get some sleep and set an alarm? Or do you want to wait up?” You asked, looking at him, reading the nervousness in his features instantly.

A soft smile overtook your face as he breathed out slowly. “Uh, I think wait up,” he nodded to himself. “Yeah, wait up.”

“Ok, baby,” you nodded back. His eyes were glued to the screen, and more specifically the gramophone displayed in the top left corner. You knew he wanted this. It was the highest honor a musician could receive for their work, so of course the boys wanted that. And you couldn’t think of anyone more deserving. Even when you stripped back all of the hard work and hardships, the years of struggles for credibility and spotlight under a new company with no money, defying the odds and breaking through as a worldwide act, the music was still amazing. The music is what gave you the intuitive confidence to assure your boyfriend that he had nothing to worry about. “You’re going to get nominated,” you assured him sincerly. “I can feel it.”

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes slowly leaving the screen to meet your face, his cheeks looking plush and kissable in the glow of the computer monitor.

“Yeah,” you nodded, reaching for his face, gently placing your palm to his cheek, simply because you just had to feel their fluffiness on your fingertips. “And if you don’t, I’ll start drafting a letter to the recording academy immediately to scold them for committing the biggest snub in Grammys history,” you joked. Your lame humor was met with a highly amused gummy grin and an adorable shy giggle as he turned his face into your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Between me and Army, just imagine all the scathing articles the recording academy will be met with,” you added, Yoongi chuckling further, the sound of his laughter making your belly feel warm and content.

“Well hopefully we’re nominated,” he said through his light laughter. “For two reasons,” he clarified, you raising your eyebrows curiously. “You’re scary when mad and also that would be very embarrassing to have my girlfriend send a letter to the recording academy on my group’s behalf,” he laughed more, you joining him as your hand slid to the side of his neck.

“Well then, they better nominate you,” you agreed just as Holly jumped onto the bed, nuzzling next to yours and Yoongi’s legs, both of you shooting fond grins at the little pup. 

You weren’t sure what time it was but the grogginess in your mind told you it was much too early to be awake yet. So why were you?

“Kid,” a hushed whisper sounded next to you, you groaning in response. “Kid, wake up, baby,” the voice sounded again.

“Hmm?” You hummed, still too tired to peel your eyes open.

“We fell asleep,” Yoongi told you, you humming again. “Kid, the nominations have been announced.”

At that statement, your eyes popped open, your hazy gaze searching for Yoongi. Blinking the sleep away, you squinted at your boyfriend as your eyes adjusted to being open. His face coming into clarity in the early morning hours, you studied his features, preparing to either celebrate or console. With a racing heart, you watched as his lips curved into a massive gummy smile, and tears pricked your eyes instantly.

“Oh my god,” you whispered huskily.

“We’re nominated for a Grammy,” he told you, the words hitting you with the force of reality causing you to shoot up from the covers startling Holly as you did so, the dog looking at you in confusion. 

“Oh my god, Yoongi,” you squealed, standing on your knees as you lightly bounced, trying to be careful not to create too much motion that you would hurt his shoulder, pumping your arms in the air gleefully. Holly jumped up, hopping against you for a moment. “Oh my god,” you screamed excitedly, Yoongi laughing as he let out a happy excited yell of his own. Holly leaped onto Yoongi’s lap, barking at the commotion, unaware that he was partaking in a celebration.  “Yoongi, oh my fucking god,” you yelled once more through Yoongi’s own excited squealing as he pet the dogs face giddily.

Showing you his phone, you skimmed through his group chat with the boys, the photo of the nomination taking center stage, the texts full of yells of excitement making you smile widely.  Another squeal left you as you dropped the phone and placed your hands to the sides of Yoongi’s face, Holly deciding to settle on your empty side of the bed next to you and Yoongi. “Baby, you’re nominated for a Grammy,” you told him, the words fully hitting Yoongi as it sunk in for the first time. You watched as his eyes became glassy, emotion overwhelming the man.

Crawling closer to your boyfriend, you placed yourself on his lap and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, careful not to make contact with his recovering shoulder. Yoongi instantly rested his head against your shoulder and it didn’t take long to hear sniffles as he body shook, the man crying into the fabric of your pajama top.

“Oh, you did it, Min,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head a few times quickly as your fingers comfortingly toyed with his strands at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you spoke into his hair, the man’s arm wrapping around your waist to pull you firmly against his side as he continued to cry.

The two of you sat like that for a moment, the only sounds coming from you both being his silent sobs and your occasional kisses to his head and the whispered compliment on how deserving he was. There’s a special kind of happiness you feel when the people you love achieve a certain level of happiness themselves. And well, Yoongi was really happy in that moment. And you loved him more than anyone.

Eventually, his tears slowed and he looked up to you, finding you smiling down at him with your own lash closed to the brink of overflowing emotion. “Not to brag but,” you stared playfully, “I did tell you that you’d be nominated,” you teased, Yoongi chuckling as he craned his neck uncomfortably to find your lips. Watching you be so happy and supportive of him, he couldn’t quite relay his gratitude for you through words. He needed to show you.

Happily, you kissed him back, the meeting full of passion and love. The kiss was an act of sharing and relaying pride and excitement and relief and thankfulness, and just all the intense emotions hitting you both in that moment. It was slow but meaningful, the kiss full of intent but frantic and messy. It was perfect.

When he pulled away just slightly, he took a shaky breath, letting out a single breathy laugh of disbelief. “The recording academy must have felt the energy of your threat,” he joked, you shaking your head with a fond smile.

“Nah uh,” you told him. “This was all you guys.” Yoongi took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you wiped under his eyes gently, ridding him of his tears. “You deserve this, Yoongi,” you assured him.

“I love you,” he told you as a soft honey boy smile graced his face.

Leaning down once again, you kissed his lips softly. “I love you too,” you whispered against his mouth. “My Grammy nominated Honey Boy,” you smiled, Yoongi chuckling as he connected his lips to yours once again.

[machine-gun-casie]

Funnel Cakes, Ferris Wheels, And Some Feelings

anon: A fluffy best friends to lovers concept with MGK where he and the reader spend the day at the carnival and end up admitting their feelings for each other on the Ferris wheel👉🏼🥺👈🏼

wc: 2.3k

tw: bad driving, food, a tik tok song if u squint.

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“Colson, please.” You whined, dragging out the ‘please’.

“I already said no.” He spoke monotonously without looking up from his phone. You pouted and gave him your best puppy eyes. “Stop with that shit you do with your eyes. It’s cute, but it’s not cute enough.”

“Then what is cute enough?” You threw your head back to add to the dramatics. “I really wanna go, but a carnival is no fun alone. I mean, I’m guessing.”

“You’re guessing?” Colson raised his eyebrows at you and only slightly lowered his phone. “If you’ve never been to a carnival alone, now’s a great time.”

“No,” you laughed and shoved his shoulder, “I’ve never been to a carnival period.”

“You’ve never been to a carnival?!” Colson asked a little too loudly in disbelief. “How have you never been to a carnival?”

You shrugged and made that hum people do when they have no clue. “I figured since this one’s in town, we could go together.” You let out a long heavy sigh and flopped onto Colson, pulling out an ‘oomph’ from the blonde haired giraffe boy. “But if you really don’t wanna go…”

“Alright, get up.” The words were short and clipped, and Colson only pulled out this tone when he was serious.

“What? Are we going?” Sitting up a little too fast, you looked at Colson with eyes that were incredibly hopeful.

“Yes, we’re going. Go put on your shoes.” He nodded and pointed to your shoes by the door.

“Aaah!” You squealed obnoxiously loud and smiled when you saw Colson wince. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Colson pushed you farther away from him with a gentle kick of his legs against yours and closer to the door. “Go! Before I change my damn mind!”

“You’re no fun.” You pouted, dropping to the floor to put on your shoes.

“I’m taking you, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes but a soft smile slowly spread across your face. You jumped up and looped your arm through Colson’s when you were done, hugging his arm close to your chest. “Thank you.”

Colson noted the genuine sincerity in your voice and his demeanor softened as he led you out of the front door. You and him were always bickering, but everyone, including the two of you, knew that it was only playing around. “You know I was gonna take you as soon as you mentioned it, right?”

“I know. I’m just- yeah, I’m just thankful. For you.” You chuckled and shook your head, stopping in front of the car. “Fuck. That was really sappy, huh?”

“Oh yeah, way too fucking sappy.” Colson nodded, a teasing smirk on his face. He opened the passenger door for you and held out his hand to help you in. When you put your hand in his, he grasped it and pulled you closer. You let out a sigh as he pulled you into a hug, your arms around his waist and one of his was around your shoulders while the other cradled your head. He placed a chaste kiss to your forehead and smiled. “But sappy isn’t always bad.”

The car ride to the carnival was about as hectic as any car ride with Colson. A few red lights ignored here, a few fire hydrants almost crashed into there, and a long hearty giggle fest at the tree Colson almost burned down not that long ago. You arrived faster than the google maps approximation of an hour, L.A. traffic surprisingly not that bad. Still very very bad. But less so than usual.

“Alright!” Colson slapped his hand on the roof of the car as soon as you were parked and out of your seats. “Rule number one of carnivals: Funnel Cakes!”

He pointed towards a stall right past the ticket vendor, and he was clearly right as people flooded from the ticket vendor right up to the food truck.

“I think we need to get tickets first.” You chuckled, rounding the length of the car and reaching Colson. You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the ticket vendor.

“I know that.” Colson rolled his eyes. “Aside from the obvious, there’s rules to going to a carnival.”

“Oh, is there?” You asked, humoring him.

“Definitely.” Colson nodded as seriously as he could. “You have to eat funnel cake, you have to go on the carousel, you have to win a huge ass teddy bear, and you have to end the night on the ferris wheel.”

“In that order?” You asked once you had secured your place in line at the ticket vendor.

“And no other order.”

“Does the bear go on the ferris wheel or does it wait on the ground?” You asked, always the logical one. “It could fit on the ferris wheel, right? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’d steal a huge ass teddy bear left unattended. Can’t blame someone else if they felt those same urges towards our future abandoned huge ass teddy bear.”

“You make some great points.” Colson nodded, moving forward in line. Now only three other couples stood ahead of you.

You mentally scolded yourself for the use of the word ‘other’. You were not a couple. Colson is your best friend. Nothing else. You weren’t even sure if he considered you his closest friend. He had so many, it was hard not to compare yourself to them. All the clips online, the videos he posts late at night, the stories he’s told you of wild nights out. You felt like you could never compare.

Colson was always so calm with you. Made you wonder, did he slow down his usual escapades for you? Were you holding him back?

“-if not, we’ll put it in the car.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you shook yourself out of your thoughts.

“We can put the bear in the car if there’s no space on the ferris wheel.” Colson repeated himself, eyebrows furrowing like yours. “Where’d you go there?”

“Hmm? Oh, nowhere. Yeah, bear in the car if need be.” You looked ahead in the line and saw that there were now two couples in front of you. “You know, if you really don’t like carnivals, we can head back. We haven’t bought any tickets or anything-”

“Hey, woah, what?” Colson interrupted you. “No, you can’t do that to me! Now I’m excited to win you a huge ass teddy bear! We’re not going anywhere.”

“Alright alright, I was just making sure!” You defended yourself. You felt the blood rush to your ears at Colson’s words. He was gonna win you the teddy bear. Like a sappy movie. Yeah this was definitely not helping your feelings.

Tickets were bought soon after, and true to his word, Colson’s first order of business was buying each of you a funnel cake.

“With this, there’s something you gotta keep in mind.” You nodded for him to continue. “You do not think of how ginormous it is. You just eat that shit. Every last bite. You gotta finish it, even if it’s too much.”

“I don’t think I can eat the whole thing, it’s huge!” You held the extremely large deep fried web of cake up to show him how truly gigantic the serving was.

Colson opened his mouth to tell you ‘yes, you still have to finish it. no exceptions.’ But then he saw your face. Fuck. He really couldn’t say no to you, could he? “Fine, you can give the rest to me. But only ‘cause it’s your first time!” When you smiled and nodded, Colson felt a wave of joy course through him. And after that a shock wave of fear.

This was not the time nor the place for his romantic feelings for you to come up. He really thought that he had successfully shoved those feelings deep into the recesses of his mind, but alas their heads keep rearing back into the forefront of his brain. He felt wrong about the feelings he had for you. Almost like he was taking advantage of you. He felt like you would regret all the time you spent together if you found out that during every movie night, every late night grocery run, and every early morning drive, Colson had a raging boner of the heart for you. He chuckled because he knew that his phrasing would bring you to a giggling heap on the ground.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’.” He smiled to himself and looked down at his funnel cake.

“No, now you gotta tell me.” You smiled, glad to see that your best friend didn’t seem to hate being here. “Spill, hot stuff.”

Colson flushed at the nickname and cleared his throat. “Just thinking about how Case would have loved this place.”

“Yeah, I bet she would.” You mused as you looked around at all the kids running around. “You should bring her the next time she comes down here. If it’s still around, I’m not su-”

“We should.” Colson corrected you, stopping you mid sentence.

“Hm?”

“We should take her. Yeah, she’ll like it if I brought her to one of these.” He shrugged. “But she’d go crazy if you came too. She’s obsessed with you, you know?”

“I can’t blame her, I’m amazing.” You shrugged with a smirk.

“Ha ha ha.” Colson dusted off his hands and reached over to pop the last piece of your funnel cake into his mouth. “Get your ass up, it’s carousel time mother fucker!”

Carnival activities took more time than you thought. The games took time because of the long lines at every stall, and the rides took time because the operator couldn’t start them until most of the seats were filled. In conclusion, when Colson said that you were to end the night with the ferris wheel, you really didn’t think it would be dark out by the time you were lugging the huge ass teddy bear towards the colorful manifestation of the fear of heights.

Thankfully the ferris wheel had four seater booths, so the teddy bear you affectionately named Wild Boy got to ride with you. You sat him on the bench opposite you and Colson and fastened his seat belt just to be safe. Once you were settled and the ride started moving, you let out a content sigh.

“That was so much fun.”

“Yeah?” Colson asked, placing his arm around your shoulders. You nodded and pulled yourself closer into his side. “What was your favorite part?”

“Definitely when you wasted six tickets to get Mr. Boy over here.” You giggled.

“Hey!” Colson raised his hand a little. “How dare you say that was a waste. It was an honor using up six of our precious tickets. I don’t think you get it, y/n. I had to get you this big ass teddy bear.”

“You had to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.” He popped the p and nodded, looking straight ahead and trying his hardest to keep a neutral facial expression. “Them’s the rules.”

Your face broke out into a tightlipped smile as your giggled escaped as puffs of air through your nose. “Where is this rulebook of carnival trips?”

“Up here, baby.” Colson grinned, tapping his temple. “I haven’t gotten it published yet, but I don’t know if I will.”

“Mmm.” You hummed and nodded. “The information is too sacred for the public.”

There was a lull in the conversation, leaving you to review the last few spoken words between the two of you. You sat up a little straighter and furrowed your brows once you recalled Colson’s previous words.

“What?”

“Oh my god, did you,” you paused and turned to look at Colson, “did you call me baby?”

Colson had never called you that. Come to think of it, Colson has never called you anything but your name. Not that you were complaining, but the deviation certainly stood out to you. You couldn’t blame him really, you had to stop yourself from calling him something similar all day. Today’s activities felt almost too much like a date. But you thought you only felt like that because you had feelings for him.

Colson looked straight ahead and furrowed his brows in thought before he slowly turned to you. “Maybe.”

“Uh.” You felt a small smile sneak itself on your face.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. I like that.” You tried to respond nonchalantly, mentally face-palming yourself over the words you chose.

“Cool.” Colson smiled and relaxed, leaning back again.

You both stayed silent for a few moments, simply processing. Then you quickly snapped back to face Colson only to see that he had done the same thing.

“Wait, does that mean-”

“Fuck man, it better.”

Your eyes grew wide when you actually realized what just happened. You reached out and pulled Colson towards you so quickly that the ferris wheel booth you were sitting in shook. You looped your arms around his neck and quickly placed your lips on his. Before you could question whether or not he wanted this too, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled away, you saw that you were halfway through your trip on the ferris wheel, leaving you and Colson at the very top. “Holy shit, I’d like to quote Mod and say ‘movie.’”

Colson couldn’t help but agree. It was the most cinematic moment of the day.

“So you’re telling me, this whole fucking time-” Colson couldn’t help but chuckle. “I thought you liked Baze!”

“Baze?!” You gasped. “No! It’s been you, it’s been you for a long time.”

“Good, ‘cause it’s been you for a long time for me too.” Colson grinned. “Does that mean I can kiss you all the time now?”

“You never even have to ask.”