#when this came out I wondered why the song was soo speed up

[danielsmithshairmx]

Behind the scenes of intros & narrators and Dan floating around in the sea 🌊🌊🌊

[ffangirlingsince2001]

Home

Geralt x Reader The Reader comes home exhausted, soaking wet to the bone and freezing. They end up falling asleep standing up. Once Geralt notices, he places his hand on the back, letting them lean on him. Then he kinda freaks out when he realizes they're wet and freezing. He changes the reader, warms them up and puts them to bed. Reader is so exhausted that they don't wake up at all until hours later in the middle of the night??? Fluffy pleaseee THANK YOUUUUU SO MUCH . 🖤🥺

A/N: Umm so this literally flowed out of me like rain in spring and it’s so sweet it gave me a cavitiy, so have your dentist on speed dial. Thank you soo much for this request

Geralt x Reader

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFF (I am not kidding)

Geralt loved your home. He loved sitting at your cozy little table, legs stretching out in the chair that was just a little too small for him. It wasn’t often that he was able to make it back home to you, his duty as a Witcher calling him away for months on end, but every time he returned he always found it as he had left it. An old mural might be painted over with one to match the most recent festival or maybe spruce had replaced the autumnal wildflowers you had collected when he had last come home, but the feeling was always the same.

No matter how cold it was outside, your hearth was always warm, and your bed was always welcoming. And you were always there. It was as if you could sense he was coming, but every time he stepped through the door a meal was being cooked and you were waiting, a smile plastered across your face.

That smile is what he fought for. Why every monster he killed was swift and without mercy, because any second of hesitation could take him away from that smile forever. Coming home was his most favorite thing in the entire world. If he ever found himself a djinn, he would need no wishes as this was the only thing he could imagine wanting. He loved every bit of you and the life you had cultivated. He loved the little thatched roof that you had paid him to repair all those years ago, when hunting was slow, and he needed a little extra money and a hot meal. He loved the herb garden you had been planting when he just so happened to stumble upon you and your little home once more. He loved the fat little tabby that liked wrapping around his neck even though it made him sneeze. He loved the white horse that kept Roach company while he sat at your table.

But all that had nothing on the way he loved you.

He loved every little thing about you to the point that he wished to introduce you to Jaskier, solely so he could write you a song and inform the world how wonderful you were. He had once drunkenly admitted this to the Bard when he let it slip that he missed you a couple weeks ago. Of course Jaskier had prodded and soon he was telling everyone who listened how much he loved the village woman who had stolen his heart, stitched it up, wrapped it in soft cotton, and then returned it with her own.

He loved the way he could see the night sky in the freckles that had blossomed across your nose. He loved the softness of your eyes every time you lay his head in your lap and ran your fingers through his hair. He loved how the callouses in your hand were still soft and gentle when you stitched him up, pretending to chastise him for being so reckless. He loved the way your hips felt in his hands while you danced around the kitchen. He loved the way your lips lingered just a little longer than they had to. And by god did he love your smile, especially when you sent it to him across the room, knowing just when he needed it.

He never quite new what he had done to deserve you. Why destiny had led him to your neck of the woods and allowed him to stay. Honestly, he didn’t care. He didn’t care because every time he was with you, he felt like he deserved everything. That was your gift. Unlike many woman he had fancied before you, he felt like he could live up to your expectations, because your only expectation was that he was himself. The third time he had “accidentally” shown up in your yard and you had invited him in for dinner, he had asked you why you were not married. You had laughed and taken a bite of the pheasant he had caught before answering.

“Why do I need a husband when I keep waiting for you to come back.” He had been shocked, choking on his own bite. He had expected something sad, or worse the statement that she did indeed have a husband who was a soldier, but nothing like that. It had been so blunt, and so honest that he didn’t dare doubt you.

That had been the first night he kissed you, and he had been addicted ever since. You had been so soft, eyes full of stars only for him as he leaned in and captured your lips with his. Your arms wrapped around him in an instant and a little sigh melted everything cold inside of him. But it was when he pulled away and you smiled at him that he knew he was done for. You had led him to your bed that night and pulled him into your arms, holding him while you fell asleep.

That had been the best night of his entire life, and he would have sworn that nothing could have been better. Until the next time he visited and you greeted him at the door, dragging him inside with a laugh. You pulled him towards the bedroom and climbed into his lap as he sat on your bed. He had been so surprised and giddy that you had to help him pull off the dress that he had been dreaming about removing since the first night he had kissed you. Your kiss didn’t change that night, even as you moaned his name so softly it could have been moonlight. Your kiss still hadn’t changed, it still made him feel so utterly loved that even days later it was still giving him goosebumps.

The next morning was the first time he promised to return. You had laughed and informed him he had been promising that every time he looked back while leaving. He hadn’t known what you meant until he did indeed look back and found you standing on your doorstep, blowing him a kiss with a giggle. And he did return, a few weeks later with a bundle of flowers he had picked himself and a proposal. He still remembered the feeling of your jumping into his arms, laughing out a ‘yes’ through tears of joy. After the initial rush of glee he had sat you down and explained to you what that meant.

“I’ll still have to leave you,” he had whispered, and you smiled, taking his fidgeting hands within your own.

“Of course, you will. There are people who need your help.”

“And we won’t be able to have children.”

“Are you telling me Roach isn’t enough.”

“And-,”

“Geralt, are you trying to scare me off?”

“No, of course not, I’m just making you aware that-.”

“I am aware. I’m aware I want to be with you. Now would you shut up and take me to bed,” you had ordered, and tears had crept up in his eyes. So many things were wrong with this, and yet not one of them mattered to you. The only thing that mattered was him.

And that had not changed for three years of traveling and returning as often as he could.

He was lost in his own little world when you stepped into your cottage, arms full of the herbs you had gone out to save very early that morning. He had been trying, and succeeding, to get you to stay in bed just a few minutes longer when snowflakes began to fall and you gasped, darting outside, crying out that the poor little babies would get frostbite and die. He had shaken his head and gone back to sleep, cursing the snow for pulling you away.

But now you were back and humming cheerily. A yawn interrupted the tune and silence filled room. He stood from the chair and wrapped his arms around your waist, almost jumping back when he felt how cold you were. You hadn’t bothered with a coat that morning, the only thing on your mind being the plants that were about to take a beating from the early snow. Your dress was soaked with melted snow and it had frozen as the night had grown colder, forcing you to carry the cold from outside into the warmth of your home.

“You’re freezing,” he said, but when no answer came, he realized you had fallen asleep on your feet, leaning back into his chest as you drifted into dreamland. He chuckled and carefully took the plants from you arms and lay them out on the counter, quietly promising that he would divide them into the little sacks you dried them in. And then he swept you into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom. There was no resistance as he removed your loosely tied boots and pulled your slightly frozen nightdress over your head. You sighed softly as he wrapped a blanket around you and tucked you into bed. Soft hands reached out for him, but he had herbs to bundle. He wasn’t going to let anything pull you from bed tomorrow when he wanted nothing more than to lay with you.

It took longer than he would have liked, his fingers not meant for the delicate work of moving the soft leaves to the small bags you sewed through the fall. He did it though, not a mistake in the bunch, and with great joy returned to your bed, pulling off his shirt and crawling beneath the covers. Instantly, your hands darted out and pulled him into your arms. He was pleased to note that your skin was much warmer than when you had wandered inside, and that you were still sleeping peacefully. He closed his eyes, drifting to sleep to the feelings of your fingers tracing the curve of his back.

When the white winter sun crept over the hills and shined into your little bedroom, you had tried to pull yourself from his arms. Whispering that you had to take care of your cultivation but he shook his head.

“I already did it.”

“Don’t play Geralt,” you chastised and he shook his head pulling you beneath him.

“I did, last night after you went to bed. And now I have you all to myself,” he murmured against your skin, reveling in the feeling of your pressed against him.

“And what will you do with me now that you have me?” He opened one eye and found you grinning beneath him, sly hands wandering beneath the covers. He pretended to think, his own hands exploring your warm skin.

“I think I will hold onto you forever.”

“That’s an awful long time.”

“Not long enough.”

[isbus]

The City

Summary

Adam begins his adventure at the main spot for Greedy demons.

Chapter 2: All Bets Are Off

“What else do they have here?” I ask before regretting my decision as I knew, they have everything... don’t they? I groaned as he started listing off things such as clubs, restaurants, museums, casinos, wait, casinos? That sounds fun! Let’s go to the casino! I hope I’ll see King Dice or someone like that! “Let’s go to the casino!” 

“Which one? The Bettigan Casino is the most popular but if you want the least popular then...” he trailed off as I fake-snored. “Soo... you want the Bettigan Casino?”-I nod-“Alright, basic bitch casino it is.” He took my hand and dragged me out of the club to the packed streets, looking for bright lights and loud sounds as if he was a zombie. “This way, sidekick.”

Sam walked over to the right and over through an alley filled with moans, and groans, and lascivious noises just to be in front of a very bright building that was covered in multiple different lights. We entered through the velvet doors and saw multiple crazy sights- beautiful people playing outrageous games, many creatures with instruments playing on a stage, and people watching the music being played. 

“Wow... this place is huge!” I shake Sam with excitement and energy. I could hear Rock It For Me by Caravan Palace being played by the band but it quickly ended and soon Trouble by Cage the Elephant started. A girl with blonde hair and a red dress with a card skirt began to sing. “What should we do?” I was out-of-my-mind excited. 

“Haven’t you been in a casino before?” he asked, sounding curious as if the sights were new to him as well. 

“No, I died at 19.” I say matter-of-factly. He groans in response. 

“Shit, I died at 21 and didn’t get a chance to go to a casino so... I guess we’re both fucked on the thought of doing something here...” he looked down at his shoes before hearing the clicks from the shoes of someone who stood over him. He looked up when seeing his shadow overlapped by another man’s shadow. 

“Hello there, I’m Spade Clubs, but please, call me one or the other.” He smiled with pearly white teeth and pale rose lips. He had a brown quiff, a blue vest, dark blue slacks, a green club tie, a club mark next to his mouth, a green and blue top hat, and dark forest green dress shoes. His smile, which was directed towards Sam, suddenly became a grin when seeing me stare. “Are you curious, Adam?” 

“How do you know my name?” I ask. He chuckles back at me and pushes my fringe aside to look at me in both of my eyes. 

“I can see your horns, Adam.” I stare into his club and spade pupils as his face gets close to mine. He immediately backs up and laughs. “I’m kidding! I know it because I have my own Dead Encyclopedia!” I look awfully scared as he asks what’s up. 

“Oh, you got me, that’s all.” I felt the top of my head for safe measures. He laughs some more at my reaction, making me sound a little irritated at his annoying laugh. I bet some girl in the audience thinks it’s sexy. I laughed along with him before continuing to talk. “So, What should we do here?” I ask. 

“What do you feel like doing? Playing games? Listening to music? Having fun?” He whispered the last question just to wink. 

“None of that, we’re not fags!” Sam tried to defend before saying another word. “You’re not gay, right?” I shake my head. 

“I didn’t say you had to have me, you could have Diamond if you wanted to. But that’s not the point... you can do anything you want down here including eating broccoli soup with belladonna leaves! So, do what you wanna do, eat what you wanna eat, play what you wanna play, and so on and so forth.” His hands done weird gestures as he spoke about what happens down here. He laughed after he was done explaining. “So, I’ll help you out with what you can do down in Mr. Bettigan’s Casino of Fun and- well- fun!” 

I smile as he begins to push us towards a table by a window. We sat down and watched as the star of the show sing the final parts of the song. She vocalized at the end before exiting the stage. I noticed Spade walk over to the backstage but I couldn’t tell what was happening from there. Suddenly I saw them both walk out from backstage and walk towards our table. Women were vocalizing and once I looked on the stage, I saw a bowl of clam chowder sat on a stool behind the microphone. 

“How do you do? I see you met my faithful waiting-man.” She sung to the beat. I noticed that the clam chowder, as anyone would expect, wasn’t singing. She smiled. “Alright I’m done with the jokes. I’m Diamond Hearts. What’s your name? Isn’t it Adam Vil?”

I nearly shouted in rage from how pretty much everyone I met knew my name. “Yes, how’d you know?” I asked, sounding a tad annoyed.. 

“Oh, this is simple, it goes a little like Spade-told-me-everything.” She laughed. “Now, what would you like to do? Eat, drink, play, or all of the above?” I was hungry so I told her that I wanted to do all of the above starting with food. Spade moved over to the a door which I presumed lead to the kitchen and came out with menus in the crook of his arm. Diamond took one from Spade and then passed it over to me. Spade gave the other one to Sam while looking over at Diamond with a sincere smile. 

“Touch the button in the middle whenever you’re ready to order and I’ll be rushing to your table in a matter of time.” He directed his smile to us before strutting over to the entrance where he began to wait for the next people to enter. I pulled up the menu that was handed to me and searched the menu for something that suited my fancy. 

Sam on the other hand, looked over the menu then put it down with the speed of Usain Bolt. He looked over at me as I gave him a questioning stare. “What? All I want is a bottle of whiskey and some chicken tenders.” He nearly shouted. Spade heard that and rushed over to our table. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you have to press the button? But never mind your mistake, I presume you’re ready to order?” He asked sounding kind to cover up his anger. “You,”-he pointed to Sam-“ordered whiskey and chicken tenders; couldn’t forget that for the world. So, Adam, what would you like?” He looked over at me— was his spade pupil always on the left side? 

“I want vodka and Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes.” I simply stated while Sam glared. 

“Oh! How exciting and different that is! I’ll get my cooks to make it the best just for you as you ARE the prince of Hell.” He giggled like a girl then ambled over to the kitchen. I stared at Sam as he glanced back at me from time to time.

He sounded irritated as he asked me the most boring question. “What?”  

“Nothing but one question; why whiskey and chicken tenders?” I didn’t know what to ask so I just asked a question that was in the back of my head and should have not been asked. It was awkward cause I knew what his response was, “Why should I tell you”, or “It’s because my family liked it”. But I never would guess anything like what he said. 

“I ate that when I died,” I assumed that his food was poisoned or something until I was fully aware of why their was a noose around his neck and a shirt that said ‘Beer Pong Champ’ in black sharpie on the blank canvas of a shirt. “Before I killed myself, I was drinking and eating that same meal. But then I got so drunk, I must’ve hung myself.”

My heart was tugged at as he spoken about his death. “That’s depressing...” I mumbled. I thought about my death and realized that we had similarities. "Wait," 

"What?" He quickly responded. 

I thought about it some more before continuing the conversation. "I had a friend when I was alive who committed suicide while intoxicated. Could that have been you?" I looked at him in the eyes. 

"I- Maybe... But my Adam didn't know his dad- Wait. That explains everything! No wonder we get along so well!" He reached over the table with his arms out for a hug. I rejoiced in my head and done the same as him. Our arms wrapped around each other as we smiled.

When we were in the middle of said hug, we heard someone clear their throat. "Hot food and cold drinks are here!" We stopped hugging, sat back down, and looked to see Spade with a tray of food. "Thank you." He smirked with a singy-song voice. Spade sat the food down in our respective areas along with the drinks towards the tops of our knives. 

"Thanks, Spade!" We both conveyed to him. 

He laughed since we were synchronized when speaking. "It's nothing as long as you pay the bill." Spade howled with laughter. "Now let me leave you two lovebirds alone." He began to walk away before we could start protesting against his words. Sam shook his head. 

"Never really liked the king, or the queen, or any of the card demons. They're all just bad people." Sam mumbled under his breath. 

I was very confused. "Who and what are you talking about?" I asked him like if I didn't know I was gonna die... again. 

Sam glared at Spade as he sashayed away. "Don't you know? He's the king of black cards, Diamond is the queen of red cards, there's two more but they don't go with the suits. They're just jack and joker. The people who run this place are card demons. They suffer from the sin of greed. Like Spade's death; he used to bet his life for a abundance of money." 

"Wow... I didn't think of that..." Then I started to think of the other sins. 

If they suffer from the sin of greed then there must be at least six other sins to deal with in my venture through The City... 

"Uh, hello? Ya there?" Sam snapped me back into reality with his rough voice that makes me- wait. I nearly said something I might regret... oOpS 

"Oh! Uh.. yeah just thinking." I responded awkwardly. 

"Don't think to much; those demons of Lovers Land really like a man who can think without his dick." He laughed. I didn't laugh until I came to realize that maybe the demons there might be strippers. I bet they work at a club like 'Satan is my Daddy'. 

"Haha, yeah." He was really funny for a guy with such a tragic backstory. Although, that makes sense since that one comedian said something about funny people being depressed and stuff. I can't remember the exact quote. But instead of dwelling on his sadness, I decided to eat. 

Once he remembered that he had food, after seeing me dig in, he took a few bites. "It seems they put a little bit of hearts hormones on my chicken tenders..." he told himself. 

"Of course we did!" Spade loomed over Sam and smiled with closed eyes. Suddenly opening them to see his pupils switched from what we were used to. "What better way to knock out the prince of Hell's friend?" That sincere smiled changed to a sinister grin. 

"Good thing that chef of yours put in only one shot." Out of fucking nowhere, the glass shattered leaving us with, surprisingly, no cuts? Once our eyes opened from the shock, we looked over to our right to see (insert LoZ Chest Opening Music here) a man with messy blonde hair, a decorative mask, and a Vega-like* costume. 

"Prince Adam," He began, his words muffled by the mask since it had no mouth holes. "It's time to meet your fate... AGAIN!" He shouted while drawing his sword, a blood stained katana. 

"Who in (censored)'s name are you?!" His eyes, which you could barely tell, widened. 

"How dare you speak the un-lord's name in vain?! No wonder the king sent me here to kill you... again." You could barely tell but he began glaring at me. "I wonder how many cuts it'll take for the Devil's son to officially die..." 

Sam throws a bottle down to get the guy's attention. "I bet you won't be able to cut him at all!" 

The man, about to cut me, stopped at the word 'bet'. "What are you going to give me in return?" 

"This!" He holds up a hand grenade which was covered in rust and had an upside down cross. 

It was clear that he wanted it, by the way he stared in awe. "The 'Unholy Hand Grenade'?! How did you get your hands on that?!" 

"Does it matter? It's yours if you manage to slice him at least once." Sam winks at me. 

"Did you just wink at him?" 

"Of course not. Why?" 

"I swore you did..." 

"If you keep it up I won't give you it." 

"Ugh!" The man rushes towards me with his katana. "Give me everything you got, Adam!" He begins by jabbing at me, which I avoided by backing up. I tripped over a table, but I immediately got behind it. Once I thought I was safe, he stabbed through the round table. If I was any closer, it would be through my head. 

I thought he would pull it out and try stabbing in a different area of the table, but he actually lifted the table with his sword. What is his sword made of?! 

I tried running away but, before I could, he grabbed my shirt. Then I remembered Sam's wink. I thought quickly about what it meant, then I saw him about to slice my neck. My first instinct was to put my arm in front of my neck. 

I looked at my arm, and there was a deep, bloody, cut. I was about to scream in fear and pain, but I realized something very weird. There was no pain. I didn't feel the cut or anything. I might be imagining things, but, it looked like it was beginning to close up. 

"I did it!" He shouted. "Now, give me that Unholy Hand Grenade and I will end this!" 

Sam slightly grins. "Alright," he starts taking the pin out. "I will." The masked man's mask falls off and shows his terror. 

"NO! PLEASE, NO!" He yells in a plea. Once the pin was nearly out, a man with blonde hair, a yellow shirt and sneakers, and a jacket with pants (both black), snatched the hand grenade out of Sam's hand- pin and all. 

"Yoinked!" He grins. "Buh-Bye!" He throws his hand down as if he thrown a smoke bomb, then yellow smoke filled the room, and he was gone. 

Everyone who was still here, coughed and gagged on the smoke. People opened the windows to air out the yellow fog, and saw something that kids shouldn't see. Where the man was standing when he 'Yoinked' the Unholy Hand Grenade, was a mini slot machine which had a dancing stick figure*. 

"Damn. My most expensive item." He looked down. 

I quickly changed the subject. "Sam, where are we going next, anyway?"

- NOTES -

*1: Vega is a character from the Street Fighter franchise who I inspired the Masked man Jack O. Trades off of. 

*2 The Dancing Stick figure is a reference to Henry Stickman (GET DISTRACTED)

[honney-boy]

Zoo Day With Kiara

Pairing: kiara carrera x f!reader

warnings: nothing more than some fluffy girlfriend vibes🤙🏽

a/n: I went to the zoo the a couple of weeks ago for the first time in two years and I had so much fun! I could stop thinking about a pogues zoo day (might make a post) or Kiara and her girlfriend just hanging at the zoo. Bare with me, it's my first hc :)

Alright here it goes

Kie would definitely be the type of girlfriend to surprise you with a surprise date to the zoo

She knows how much you love animals and she just so happens to love them just as much

That's something you guys bonded over when you first met

It was definitely a trip worth while. She took the time to plan it and your day

But anyway, you guys would have been with each other the night before and she'd tell you she would be by your house in the morning

Like 8am type shit

The next morning she would text you a sweet good morning text. Something like 'good morning beautiful' and 'I'll be at your house in 15 :)’

Even though you had to get up too early for your liking, you had nothing to do, so why not spend the day your lovely and beautiful girlfriend

She would drive you guys to the docks to ride the ferry to the mainland since the island itself didn't have a zoo

She'd keep it a secret the whole time so you have no freaking clue

"Kie, can I know where were going?"

"Nope it's a surprise."

You'd give her the little cute pouty face and the puppy eyes "Pretty Please?"

She usually can't say no to the cute face, but she did this time though it was hard.

"You'll just have to wait babe, you'll love it I promise!”

You guys spend your time on the ferry talking about whatever comes to mind, probably bring up the dumb thing the other pogues did earlier that week and working up a laugh

Picutes are definitely taking!

After riding to the Mainland, you guys would have to drive a LONG while

Like 4 hours long.

You'd already have a road trip playlist ready to go and you guys would be jamming out to a mix and mingle of songs

Queen, Bazzi, Taylor Swift, Michael Jackson, p!atd, The Weeknd, Post Malone, Kehlani, Halsey, ABBA, Fleetwood Mac and more!

Even making pit stops at the gas station for snack

McDonald's Drive through for a quick breakfast or Starbucks. The choice is yours

Zoo

So, when you guys first get to the zoo you're like a kid on Christmas.

Like seriously, you're filled with so much happiness you could cry because you haven't been to the zoo in YEARS, and now your wholesome girlfriend brought you to your favorite place.

It's like if you smell a certain think and it brings back old memories...seeing and smelling the place brought back some memories

"I can't believe you brought me to the zoo!”

"I planned for us to spend most of the day together here, just the two of us."

"Aw kie, I'm filled with so much emotion I could kiss you right now"

You guys definitely share a few sweet kisses 💞

And when she meant most of the day, she LITERALLY meant the majority of it.

You two would walk hand and hand around the zoo, you occasionally letting her hand go to rush over to see the animals. Or pull her along with you so she wouldn't lose you

You guys would start with all the outside animals first before going inside to the reptiles and stuff

You'll see the Addra Gazelle with it's cute ears.

Walk past the rhino exhibits, then head straight to the giraffes.

The giraffe exhibit did stink but y'all didn't let that ruin your time. Plus they were to cute for you to care about the smell.

You'd see the little baby giraffe running around chasing the geese, causing the two of you to giggle.

You'd tell her random animal facts like→"Giraffes have purple tongues." Or "Giraffes have seven neck bones as we do."

After the giraffes you guys have to walk a bit to get to the next exhibit so you walk hand and hand to the elephants.

When you get to the elephants Kie gets soo excited

Like so excited that she drags you with her as she basically books it!

When you get there there's two elephants–Asian and African–just walking around and spraying eachother

You'll tell her another fact→"African and Asian elephants are similar but different, and the way you can tell is African elephants have big ears while Asian elephants have smaller ears. An Asian elephant ears also fold downwards at the top."

Right before you guys go see the lions and the zebras, behind one of the big elephants legs there's a baby elephant hiding!🐘

uwus are FLLLYYING😩💗💓💞💕

The last time you were at the zoo a few years back there wasn't a baby elephant and now there is! You both make sure to takes pics and vids

For the rest of the day you guys enjoy being with each other, sharing sweet moments, taking more pics and videos while you see the rest of the animals. Gorillas, Tigers, Panthers, Monkeys, Polar Bears, Bald Eagles, Turtles +more

You even got to feed birds nectar as they flew around, landing on your heads and shoulders :)

At some point during the day you guys would stop and get more snacks to share (even though you had some one the way). Cotton Candy, popcorn, maybe ice-cream or a drink.

Your last stop before you leave is the Zoo gift shop.

It's pretty big with cool shirts, gadgets, toys, jewelry and stuff animals.

You don't plan on getting anything but that didn't stop you from wondering off without Kie to go find something to check out

You find weird things that you pick up but put back because they weren't worth the buy(but they toootally were)

You came across this gender neutral mood ring that you thought was sick and it looked like a wedding band so you bought it for your girlfriend for shits and giggles

After buying it you walked around the shop looking for her and see her checking out a shirt, so you go up behind her and hug her

You nearly scare her to death!🤣

"Holy shi- Y/n don't do that! I almost died."

"But you just looked so gOtDaUm huggable Kie. Also, I got you something."

Curious, she does turn around and gives you the look, remembering what you said before you guys walked in.

"I thought you said you didn't want to buy anything."

"I know but I had to get this."

You make sure you have her full attention, though you always have her attention😊

You give a little sweet speech something along the lines of this↓

"Kiara Carrera, I've known you since we were kids and from the moments you laugh at my goofy puns and stupid pick up lines when we got older, I knew we'd be great together. We were friends for a while and though we went to different high schools, our relationship never strained. When I asked you to be my girlfriend, I knew I was making the right decision, and I don't regret it. You're the best thing in my life Kie, and you're my best friend. I wouldn't change it for the world."

She would blush like MAD and smile a lot. She was used to your cheesiness, but that never failed to make her blush "Who else would put up with your crazy self? You will have me always, but you had me the moment you told me that bee pun."

"Kiara would you do your girlfriend the honor and accept this mood ring so I can keep track of your emotions and I love you because instead of stopping me when you see me doing silly things, you join me?"

And like you said, she went along with you act and held out her hand for you to slip it on her middle finger

"Now when you give people the bird they can read you emotion too."

Kie would love your little gesture and laugh at the fact that you put it on her middle finger and she would test it out on you

She'd flip you off AS A JOKE, and the color of it would be violet-pink which means she's feeling happy.

"Wow, I feel so loved!”

She'd surprise you too with a matching mood ring "I knew the kid in you would flip, so I got you one also."

She puts it in your middle finger and whether or not you give her the bird as a joke is up too you :)

And on top of that she would have bought you a stuffed animal of your favorite animal

THE KID IN YOU CAME OUT

Excitment-100

Happiness-100

Love-10000

Admiration-100000+

Honestly you love this girl so much, and she makes your heart speed up you could go into cardiac arrest.

Kie definitely would have gotten the biggest hug and some kisses all over her face for that

You'd tell her how she is the best girlfriend ever the whole time you're leaving, even on the car ride back to Outerbanks

When you guys do get back to the island, the guys would ask you were you guys were at(mostly jj even though he watched your sc story)

You would keep it simple by saying you went to the zoo and boooooi

They would feel so left out because the kid in them wants to go to the zoo too!

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Let me know if you guys want a pogues zoo day hc!

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Omni Falls Chapter 4: The Lil Psycho

It's a peaceful weekend at the Mystery Shack. As Grunkle Stan swindles tips from the tourists outside, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos sit at the table, discussing Dipper's mysterious watch and how he found it as the young Pine drinks a soda while his sister knits a sweater.

"So you found that watch in a mysterious ball?", Soos summarizes. "And after that you fought a giant gnome monster by turning a rock alien?"

"Diamond alien.", Dipper corrects.

"So does this mean you morph into aliens now?", Soos questions.

"It seems so.", Dipper replies.

"Cool dude. So what aliens can you turn into?". Soos probes, curious on what aliens he can morph as.

"So far he's morphed into the diamond alien, the red one that can shoot water, the speedy one, and the plant that can shoot fire but smells like a dumpster.", Mabel tallies off as she continues to knit herself a new sweater.

Dipper rubs his chin in thought. "Hm. But there could be potentially more than that."

Soos looks amazed by this. "Dude, that sounds awesome! Did you ever name any of them?"

"I only named Diamondhead, the crystal alien, Water Hazard, the water alien, and Swampfire, the plant one,", Dipper answers as he heads to the trash bin to throw away the soda can.

"Why Swampfire?", Soos asks.

"'Cause he smells like a flaming dumpster, when he transforms.", Mabel answers to which Dipper nods in agreement.

"Hm. Did you come up with a name for the speed alien?", Soos inquiers.

"Why, yes, Soos.", Dipper puffs his chest, priding himself on a cool name. "Blitz." Such a cool name, he thinks. Unfortunately, Mabel and Soos don't agree with this.

"Boooooooo!", Mabel and Soos jeers.

"What? You guys got anything better?", Dipper scoffs as he sits at the table, reading the Journal.

"Oh, I got one.", Mabel answers, dropping her sweater she's knitting to flail her arms dramatically. "Speedy!".

"That sounds like a cartoon character.", Dipper clarifies.

"Speedster?", Soos tries a name.

"That sounds even more bland than Blitz."

"Quicksilver!"

"The name's taken. Plus the alien is more blue and black than silver."

"Flash?"

"Taken."

"Zoom Zoom?"

"That sounds like a jingle for a commercial."

Mabel stops and thinks for a moment before she gets an idea, smiling. "How about XLR8?!"

"Awesome name, little dude.", Soos is impressed as he holds his hand out for Mabel to high five. Dipper just shrugs, he honestly doesn't mind because it would be nice to make names for the aliens that he would turn into. It would help for him to have an alias to turn towards in case someone would know about the aliens he would have.

But the chances of that happening are slim to none. As they start conversing on other random topics, the TV transitions into a commercial Soos recognizes.

"Hey, look. It's that commercial I was telling you guys about.", Soos points to the screen showing an actor crying.

"Are you completely miserable?", the announcer asks, to which the actor says "YES!". The announcer continues, "Then you need to meet..." before a lady's voice comes in with a silhouette in the background. "Gideon."

"Gideon?", Dipper asks, looking at the screen, curiously.

"What makes him so special?", Mabel inquires, wanting to know more about this mysterious figure.

"He's a psychic.", the announcer answers, intriguing the Pine Twins even more. "So don't waste your time with another so-called 'man of mystery'." The screen shows a clip of Stan coming out of an outhouse and is stamped with the word "FRAUD". "Learn about tomorrow tonight at Gideon's Tent of Telepathy."

"Wow, I'm getting all curiousy inside...", Mabel admits.

"Well, don't get too curiousy.", Stan answers with an annoyed expression on his face as he enters the room and flips up his eyepatch and hangs his suit jacket on his racket. "Ever since that monster Gideon rolled into town, I've had nothin' but trouble."

"But, is he really psychic?", Dipper asks his grunkle.

"I think we should go and find out.", Mabel suggests, wanting to see this psychic for herself.

"Never! You're forbidden from patronizing the competition!", Grunkle Stan exclaims in anger. "No one that lives under my roof is allowed under that Gideon's roof!" That said, the conman walks away to count his earnings, grumbling.

"Do tents have roofs?", Dipper wonders out loud since Stan left the room.

"I think we just found our loophole... literally!", Mabel proudly declares as she holds a string with a loophole, making her, Dipper, and Soos laugh at the cheesy joke, causing them to miss the announcer's words in the end.

"So come down soon, folks. Gideon is expecting you."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

As the evening air is crisp as Dipper, Mabel, and Soos arrive at the Tent of Telepathy. At first glance, it looks like the Mystery Shack but in reverse, even down to Bud Gleeful standing at the entrance with a sack for customers to put money in.

"Whoa, this is like a bizarro version of the Mystery Shack.", Dipper admits as he looks around. "They even have their own Soos." He points to a maintenance worker who looks very similar to Soos, named Deuce, to which he glares at him.

"Sshh!", Mabel shushes her brother. "It's starting!"

"Let's see what this monster looks like.", Dipper murmurs skeptically. The crowd is holding their breath as a large silhouette comes forward on the stage, but starts to shrink with each step until it is in the center. The curtains pull back to reveal a short child younger than the Pines donning a large pompadour and wearing a baby blue business suit, complete with large shoulder pads, a jade bolo tie, and a flashy cape.

"Hello America!", the Gideon greets the audience, his smile being warm. "My name is Li'l Gideon." He claps and doves fly out of his hair, causing the crowd to cheer.

"That's Stan's mortal enemy?", Dipper asks, confused by how this child could be the rival to their grunkle.

"But he's so wittle.", Mabel adds, smiling at how cute the little guy is.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is such a gift to have you here tonight!", Gideon announces to the crowd. "Such a gift. I have a vision. I predict that you will soon all say, 'aww.'" Gideon makes a cute pose and the crowd immediately gushes.

"It came true.", Mabel speaks in awe, holding her cheeks in admiration.

"What?", Dipper rolls his eyes. "I'm not impressed."

"You're impressed!", Mabel teases.

"Hit it, Dad!" Gideon calls his father, Bud Gleeful. He starts playing the piano and the young psychic starts dancing as he sings."Oh, I can see what others can't see. It ain't some sideshow trick, it's innate ability. Where others are blind, I am futurely inclined. And you too could see, if you was widdle ol' me!"

"Come on, everybody, rise up! I want y'all to keep it going!" Gideon calls out to the crowd. They, including Soos and the twins, rise, seemingly unintentionally, and they start to clap along with the beat. This confuses Dipper as this happens.

"Wha—? How did he—?", Dipper stammers in bewilderment as he looks at the young psychic.

"Keep it going!", Gideon calls to the audience before pointing to an elderly woman in the crowd. "You wish your son would call you more."

"I'm leaving everything to my cats!", the old woman yells, with her cat on her lap affirming her.

"I sense that you've been here before.", Gideon predicts as he points at Sheriff Blubs, who is wearing a shirt with Gideon's face on it and holding various other Li'l Gideon merchandise.

"Oh, what gave it away?", he gushes.

"Come on.", Dipper scoffs at this psychic's pitiful predictions. In an instant, Gideon appears beside the Pine Twins, continuing his song. "I'll read your mind if I'm able."

"Something tells me you're named Mabel", Gideon predicts before heading back to the stage.

"How'd he do that?", Mabel asks herself in amazement, she isn't even wearing her name on her sweater.

"So welcome all ye... to the Tent of Telepathy. And thanks for visiting... widdle ol' me!", Gideon finishes his dance as the song ends. The crowd cheers wildly as the young psychic catches his breath.

"Thank you! You people are the real miracles!", Gideon thanks the crowd as he drinks a bottle of water. The crowd leaves, very pleased with the performance that occurred in the Tent of Telepathy. Except for the cynical Dipper.

"Woo! Yeah!", Mabel cheers in excitement. "That was amazing!"

"No wonder our uncle's jealous." Dipper smirks, knowing that despite being fraudulent about being a psychic, Gideon is at least more entertaining than Stan. "That kid's an even bigger fraud than Stan!"

"Oh, come on.", Mabel encourages. "His dance moves were adorable! And did you see his hair? It was like, whoosh!"

"You're too easily impressed.", Dipper remarks, knowing that it doesn't take much to make his sister go starry-eyed.

"Yeah, yeah!", Mabel laughs, giving Dipper a playful shove as he starts laughing with her. What they don't know is that they are a pair of eyes watching them leave in intrigue and obsession.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

In the quiet morning, Dipper browses through the journal psychic related. He remembers what Gideon did to the audience by raising up unanimously like they were under his command, even Dipper himself, who never intended to get up. He wants to know if there is something that could do what the young psychic did to the audience because Dipper doesn't believe that Gideon is inherently psychic, mind you, but he's aware that he's able to control individuals somehow. So far he's found nothing.

His focus is deterred by his bubbly sister. "Check it out, Dipper! I successfully bedazzled my face!", Mabel exclaims as she blinks some of the sequins from her eyelids. "Ow."

"Um...Is that permanent?", Dipper asks, not sure how he's supposed to react to something like this.

"I'm unappreciated in my time…", She laments, disappointed that her brother can't appreciate her artistic ability. The doorbell rings.

"Somebody answer that door!", Grunkle Stan yells from upstairs.

"I'll get it!", Mabel answers as she wipes the sequins off her face as she heads to the door. She opens it up and finds a bashful Gideon on the other side.

"Howdy.", the young psychic warmly greets her.

"It's 'wittle ol' you!", Mabel gasps in surprise.

"Yeah, my song's quite catchy.", He laughs nervously before he gets to the point, rubbing his arm. "Now, I know we haven't formally met, but after yesterday's performance, I just couldn't get your laugh out of my head."

"You mean this one?", the bubbly Pine asks before doing her signature laugh, much to Gideon's delight.

"Oh, what a delight!", Gideon smiles brightly. "Now, when I saw you in the audience, I said to myself, 'Now there's a kindred spirit! Someone who appreciates the sparkly things in life.'"

"That's totally me!", Mabel laughs before coughing up some sequins that land on Gideon's suit, bedazzling it. This amazes the young psychic.

"Enchanting.", Gideon whsipers. "Utterly enchanting."

"Who's at the door?!", Grunkle yells from inside.

"No one, Grunkle Stan!", Mabel yells back in response.

"I appreciate your discretion." Gideon thanks. "Stan's no fan of mine. I don't know how a lemon so sour could be related to a peach so sweet."

"Aww, you're just saying that.", Mabel giggles at the compliment.

"Oh, I mean it with all sincerity.", Gideon ensures her. "Now, what do you say we step away from here, and chat a bit more. Perhaps in my dressing room?"

"Oh! Makeovers!" Mabel exclaims in delight. "Yahoo!" She pokes Gideon in his stomach a little too hard.

Gideon laughs before holding his gut in pain, mumbling "...Ow."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Mabel returns to the Mystery Shack with her makeover: her hair is curled and held in place an absurd amount of hairspray, overmanucured nails, and excessive amount of makeup. She sees her brother at the same chair from earlier, deeply engrossed into his journal. "Hey Dipper. What's goin' oooon?", she asks as she dangles manicured fingernails over Dipper's head.

He looks up from the journal to see her fingernails and slaps them away in surprise. "Whoa, where have you been? And what's going on with those fingernails, you look like a wolverine." He really doesn't like this much makeup on his sister. It's making her look even more bizarre than the sequins she had on her face.

"I know, right?", she answers, playfully growling and scratching the air. "I was hanging out with my new pal, Gideon. He is one dapper little man."

Dipper sighs. "Mabel, I wouldn't trust anyone whose hair is bigger than their head."

"Oh, leave him alone!", Mabel defends her new pal. "You never want to do girly stuff with me! You and Soos get to do boy stuff all the time." Anything girly she wanted to do, Dipper would opt out and do boy stuff with Soos. Gideon's a breath of fresh air to share the same interests she has.

"What do you mean?", Dipper asks, only for Soos to come in the room, excited.

"Hey dude, you ready to blow up these hot dogs in the microwave one by one?!", the handyman asks, holding the hot dog pack in his face.

"Am I!", Dipper answers, equally excited as they run into the kitchen to pop the dogs in the microwave, laughing. Mabel sighs, rolling her eyes as Dipper proves her point.

The next day arrives and Gideon takes Mabel to the roof of his factory. They are able to see the whole town of Gravity Falls.

"Whoa, the view from your family's factory is nuts!", Mabel exclaims at the view from up top. "Good thing we both bought our….."

"Opera glasses!", she and Gideon cheer, bringing them before pointing them at each other, laughing.

"Mabel, when I'm up here lookin' down on all those little ol' people, I feel like I'm king of all I survey." Gideon explains, whispering the last part ominously. He turns to her, smiling. "I guess that makes you my queen!"

"You are being so nice to me right now, quit it!" Mabel laughs, smacks him in the stomach, playfully.

"I can't quit it. I am speaking from the heart." Gideon admits, holding his heart.

"From the where-now?". Mabel is confused by where the young psychic is going.

"Mabel, I've never felt this close with anyone. So, so close." Gideon explains, stroking his crush's hair, giggling.

"Look Gideon, um…", Mabel tries to explain as she pushes his hand away, uncomfortable. "I like you a lot, but let's just be friends."

"At least just give me a chance." Gideon insists. "Mabel, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

"A play date?", Mabel helplessly asks.

"Uh-uh."

"A shopping date?"

"Nope. It'll just be one li'l ol' date, I swear on my lucky bolo tie." Gideon swears, holding his bolo tie. Mabel looks at the smitten psychic’s green eye, uncertain. She knows that Gideon means well and it would be cruel of her to leave him up on his offer. After all, he promises for one date and he seems to be a man of his word.

"Ummm. Okay, then... I guess…", Mabel answers, still feeling weary about it internally.

"Mabel Pines, you have made me the happiest boy in the world!", Gideon laughs, giving her a big hug. She doesn't feel fully comfortable with it until she realizes something.

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"It's not a date-date, it's just, you know, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and so I figured I'd throw him a bone.", she explains her dating situation as she and her brother play some video games in the living room.

"Mabel, guys don't work that way.", Dipper refutes, his focus never faltering from the game. "You give them an inch, they'll take a mile. At some point, he's gonna fall in love with you."

"Yeah right. I'm not that lovable.", she scoffs, before executing Dipper in the game, cheering in victory. "Yes!"

"Okay, we agree on something here." he grouses and drops the controller. The doorbell rings outside, causing Mabel to stand up and get it.

"I'll go get it", Mabel goes to answer the door, only for a white stallion horse to burst through, neighing. This causes her to scream in surprise and take a few steps back. She looks up from the horse to see Gideon donning cowboy attire, extending her hand out towards her.

"A night of enchantment awaits, m'lady!", he says.

"Oh boy.", she mumbles, to herself. After the horse ride towards their destination, an aquatic themed restaurant which is one of the expensive and finest restaurants in Gravity Falls, they're able to get their own private booth. Even Gideon's stallion is allowed in as it drinks from the fountain.

"I can't believe they let us bring a horse in here.", Mabel says awkwardly. Honestly, the extravagance of this place is not something she's used to being in. Even the menu options when she first checked looked very expensive, even though Gideon said he would pay for it.

"Well, people have a hard time saying no to me.", Gideon winks at her, putting his feet up on the table. As he does this, a waiter arrives to refill their glasses with crystal water, smiling.

"Ah, Monsieur Gideon! Ze feet on ze table! An excellent choice!", the waiter compliments.

"Jean Luc, what did we discuss about eye contact?", Gideon asks, not even glancing at the garcon, frowning.

"Yes, yes, very good.", the waiter adheres, walking back and keeping his eyes away from the young psychic.

Mabel actually looks down at her plate to see various forks, "I've never seen so many forks.", she mentions in amazement. "And water with bubbles in it? Ooh lala, oui, oui."

"Oh! Parlez vous francais?", Gideon asks her.

"...I have no idea what you're saying.", She admits. This makes the young psychic chuckle as their orders arrive, a live lobster for Mabel and a steak with mash potatoes for Gideon.

"I gotta say Mabel", Gideon speaks. "I've been to this restaurant many times but tonight, it feels very special."

"Yeah…", she says as spokes at the lobster on her plate which it pinches her fork in return.

"And tomorrow's date promises to top this one in every way!", Gideon promises.

This causes her to jolt up in realization at what he just said. "Whoa whoa, you said just one date, and this was it."

"Hark! What a surprise!", Gideon says, seemingly ignoring what Mabel is saying. "A red crested South American rainbow macaw!" As he said that, a giant macaw lands on Gideon's forearm. He silently counts to three before the macaw talks.

"MABEL! WILL YOU- ACCOMPANY- GIDEON- TO- THE BALLROOM DANCE- THIS THURBDAY-", Gideon shakes the bird briefly. "THURSDAY?!" The macaw coughs up a letter and flies away. After that declaration, many of the patrons started gushing at Gideon's display of affection to the point crowd near the booth in excitement on Mabel's decision.

"They're expectin' us. Please say you'll go.", Gideon asks her, holding up the letter and unaware of the pressure he's putting on her.

"Oh, Gideon, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say-", Mabel starts before looking back at the patrons and to Gideon, who are waiting for her to say yes. She's been promised only one date and that's all she wanted, but the pressure from saying no to someone who went out their way to do this seems too steep. She doesn't want to disappoint anyone, especially Gideon. After a deep breath, she makes her decision.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

At the Mystery Shack, Stan arrives in front, looking miffed as he holds a newspaper article showing a picture of Gideon and Mabel together with Dipper, Wendy, and Soos. "Hey, hey! What the jackal is Mabel doing in the paper next to that crazy pickpocket Gideon?!" Stan specifically told to not hang around the little gremlin. Why don't they listen?

"Oh, yeah, it's like a big deal.", Wendy explains, looking up from her magazine. "Everybody's talking about Gideon and Mabel's big date tonight."

"WHAT?! That little shyster is dating my great niece!?", Stan yells.

"I wonder what the new name will be for the power couple. Mabideon? Gideabel?", Soos brainstorms before gasping."Magidbeleon!" Stan turns towards a nervous Dipper.

"You knew anything about this, kid?", he interrogates him.

"I didn't!', Dipper answers. "I didn't hear about it and plus, I told her not to do it anyway." After hearing this, Stan grumbles before re-entering, wearing his suit.

"Yeah, well it ends tonight.", Stan declares, heading towards the door. "I'm going right down to that little skunk's house; this is gonna stop RIGHT now!" He slams the door and heads to the car, driving to the Gleeful residence. Stan's car skids to a halt in front of Gideon's house. He gets out of the car and marches towards the front lawn and starts knocking on the door, loudly.

"Gideon, you little punk! Open up!", Stan yells before reading a sign on the door that says 'Please Pardon This Garden', before slamming the sign towards the ground. "I will pardon NOTHING!" Gideon doesn't answer the door, rather, his father, Bud Gleeful answers it with a balmy smile.

"Why, Stanford Pines! What a delight!", Bud greets the conman.

"Out of the way Bud, I'm looking for Gideon!", Stan answers, pushing past the patriarch to find the little twerp.

"Well, I haven't seen the boy around.", Bud informs, his smile never leaving. "But since you're here, you simply must come in for coffee!" He gently pulls Stan inside.

"But-but I came-", Stan stutters, trying to get back to his task.

"Ah, ah, ah. It's imported.", Bud explains. "All the way from Colombia." They walk as the tea starts to get made.

"Wow... I went to jail there once." Stan remembers fondly. He allows himself to enjoy the interior design of the house, whistling. "Some digs you got here.", he compliments before eyes focus on a clown painting. "Oh, this. This is beautiful." Bud and Stan sit down and enjoy some freshly brewed coffee.

"Now, I hear that your niece and my Gideon are, well, they're singin' in harmony lately so to speak.", Bud recalls, seemingly happy for son's blooming romance with his beau.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm against it!", Stan declares, pushing a couch cushion to prove a point.

"No no no. I see it as a fantastic business opportunity.", Bud explains to Stan as they pass across the family photo in which there was Bud, Mrs. Gleeful, and their two children: a younger Gideon and a blonde haired teen with a bored expression. "We've been at each other's throats for far too long, yes we have. This is our big chance to set aside our rivalry and pool our collective profit, you see."

Stan closes the register. "I'm listening."

While Stan and Bud are talking about financial profiting, Mabel returns to the Shack after an emotionally draining date with the lobster still on her. She walks in to see Dipper relaxing at the table as he's reading his from the Journal.

He looks up to see his sister come in. "Hey. How'd it go?"

"I don't know.", Mabel answers, putting the crustacean in the fish tank. "...I have a lobster now."

"Well, at least it's over and you'll never have to go out with him again.", Dipper proclaims before going back to reading. He realizes his sister hasn't said anything, onliy tapping on the glass of the fish tank. "Mabel? It's over, right? Right?"

She turns around and exclaims frustratingly, flailing her arms. "He asked me out again and I didn't know how to say no!"

"Mabel, it's not that hard. All you have to do is say no."

"It's not that simple, Dipper.", Mabel says. "I do like Gideon, as a friend slash little sister, so I didn't want to hurt his feelings! I just need to get things back to where they used to be. You know, friends."

Easier said than done. Dipper thinks to himself, shaking his head. Mabel has always been the one that tried to make everyone else feel joyous. Disappointing them is something she hates doing.

True to Dipper's thought process, Mabel tried to say how she really felt about dating Gideon, only for her to backtrack and just go dancing with him on the ballroom floor. She tried again when they were getting some food, but she got nervous as people were gushing at the "couple". Even now, as they're boat riding down the stream with Old Man McGucket paddling, she's mentally trying to push herself into telling Gideon the truth.

"Hah, you know I thought dancing was gonna be the end of the evening, right?", Mabel recalls, nervously as Gideon said that they were just going dancing. Gideon holds her hands, lovingly.

"Don't you want this evenin' to last, my sweet?", the young psychic asks.

She instinctively jolts away. "NO!", she answers quickly before backtracking and trying to be more passive towards the clingy Gleeful. "I mean yes. I mean I'm always happy to hang out with a friend, buddy, pal, chum, other word for friend…"

"Pal?", McGucket chimes in.

"I already said pal.", Mabel answers before coming up with another word. "Mate?"

"How about soulmate?", Gideon asks, lovingly. As he said, fireworks appear with a heart and Mabel's name inside of it. She looks distraught, she wanted to just to let Gideon off easy but he's basically put her in a situation that she can't say no to.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Dipper walks downstairs, humming. Once gets closer down the stairs, he hears his sister talking towards herself.

"...I mean, he's so nice, but.. I can't keep doing this. But I can't break his heart. I have no way out!", Mabel rants towards, walking around in a circle, trying to find a way out of this.

Dipper walks in. "What in the heck happened on that date?", he asks her.

"I don't know!", Mabel admits, holding her head in frustration. "I was in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone. It was like quick sand! Chubby quicksand!"

Dipper shakes his head and puts a consoling hand on shoulder. "Mabel, come on. It's not like you're gonna have to marry Gideon.", he comforts her. Unfortunately, Stan doesn't get the memo as he walks in with a Team Gideon T-Shirt.

"Great news, Mabel. You have to marry Gideon!", Stan informs, much to her distress.

Mabel is distraught. "Wh-what?!"

"Yep. It's all part of my long term deal with Buddy Gleeful. There's a lot of cash tied up in this thing.", the conman explains, pointing to his T-Shirt. "Plus I got this shirt. Ugh, I am fat." Mabel runs out of the living room, screaming.

"Bodies change, kid!", Stan yells to her, missing the point as to why she ran. "Bodies change…." Dipper just sighs and walks into the attic to see Mabel hiding in her sweater. It's getting that bad.

"Oh no. Mabel?", Dipper asks.

She's cradling her head in her sweater and rocking back and forth. ,"Mabel's not here. She's in sweater town."

He crouches near her with a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you gonna come out of sweater town?", he asks her, only for a whimper to be her response. "Alright, enough is enough. If you can't break up with Gideon, I'll do it for you."

She pops her head out with a hopeful expression. "You will?" He nods his head in response and she gives him the biggest hug that she can. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

True to his word, Dipper took a long trip across Gravity Falls flying as a new alien he found in the watch until he reached his destination: The Club, another restaurant known for its extravagance. He reverts back to his human form and takes a big breath before reaching inside to see Gideon sitting in a booth awaiting Mabel. Dipper heads to the booth and clears his throat.

"Oh. Dipper Pines, how are you?", Gideon greets the young Pine with simulated delight. "You look good, you look good."

"Thanks, you uh…", Dipper laughs nervously. "Look, Gideon. We've got to talk. Mabel isn't joining you tonight, she uh, she doesn't want to see you anymore. She's uh….. kinda weirded out by you, no offense." After he says those words, Gideon sitz there with the same expression on his face processing those words. He stays like that for three minutes, creeping Dipper out.

"So what you're sayin' is...you've come between us.", Gideon says very slowly, his eye twitching ever so slightly.

Dipper starts to get a little nervous. "You're not gonna like, freak out or anything, are ya?"

"Of course not.", Gideon laughs, faking a smile on his face. "These things happen. Bygones, you know."

Dipper sighs, relaxing. "Oh, well that's a relief." Just as he says that, the watch twitched from red to green, beeping to signify that it's charged up. This action causes him to jolt a bit in surprise and Gideon to look at it in intrigue.

"That's an interesting watch you got there.", Gideon inquires as looks at the watch. There's something engaging about it. "Where'd you get it?", Dipper instinctively hides his hand with the watch behind his back for a moment before coming with an answer.

"Uh...", Dipper stumbles before finding an answer. "I-I bought it from…..Japan. It took alot of money to get and it was a...rare item to search for, you know."

Gideon continues to stare at the young Pine, with a smile that starts to become erie. "Fascinatin'."

Dipper looks left and right, chuckling nervously. "So. Okay. Cool. Sorry man, again but uh, hey, thumbs up, right?" He turns around to leave, unaware that Gideon still had that malicious smile on his face.

"Thumbs up indeed, my friend.", he whispers to himself.

As he reaches outside, Dipper lets out a breath that he didn't know held. "Huh, that went better than expected." He honestly expected for Gideon to flip out if anything, he sighs and heads back to Shack, ready to tell her that her Gideon situation is taken care of…..or so he thinks.

In the Gleeful Residence, Gideon is staring into his mirror, seething with rage. He usually doesn't get this angry most of the time, but there are a few things that make reach this peak. The first cause for this could be that he couldn't get what he wants and the second being siblings. Everytime, he hears anything about siblings, it always goes back to his older brother. How his father or mother would look at the pictures of him fondly, how they wouldn't have so much finance without some of his help, how he would always be respectful towards his parents, how successful he is. Him, him, him. No matter what he tries, he'll never have the power, attention, and success to the magnitude of what his older brother has.

With Dipper, he did two things wrong: him being the brother of Mabel and him taking his love away from him. "Dipper Pines, you have no idea what you've done!" He growls, grabbing his amulet tightly and a candle starts to levitate and the light bulbs on his boudoir explode. His other furniture starts levitating. "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" And like that, he throws the levitated objects on the ground hard enough to shake the room.

Bud Gleeful arrives into the room, shocked to see mostly everything destroyed. "Gideon Charles Gleeful, clean up your room this instant!", he scolds his son, firmly.

"I CAN BUY AND SELL YOU, OLD MAN!", the young psychic yells furiously, scowling at his father, who looks taken aback before shrugging.

"Fair enough.", Bud sighs before closing the door. Gideon turns his attention away from the door and looks down to see a picture of his love, Mabel and the wretch who angers him, Dipper. He holds his amulet and concentrates on incinerating the side with Dipper, leaving Mabel on it. He laughs with malicious intent.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After the breakup, Mabel has been feeling a whole lot better. To celebrate, Soos and the twins decide to have a simple game Soos tucks a pillow under his shirt and they try to tackle him.

"Hit me, dudes.", Soos holds his arms out, waiting for them to charge at him. They come at him in full force, laughing as they fall down. "Feels good."

"I'm so glad everything's back to normal!", Mabel sighs in content, feeling relieved that the Gideon ordeal is over.

"You said it.", Dipper agrees, chuckling. As he speaks, the phone rings from inside the Shack, causing the twins to look at each other.

"Your turn.", they both say, only for Dipper to say it later. He gets up and heads inside to answer it. "Hello?"

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper."

"Oh hey man. Sorry for accusing you of murder last week."

"Water under the bridge! Say, we want to interview you about whether you've seen anything unUSUAL about this here TOWN since you've arrived."

"Oh, finally! I thought nobody would ever ask! I have notes and theories! Uh huh, uh huh." He pulls out a notepad and writes the address Toby tells him. "412 Gopher Road. Tonight? Got it." He heads back out, telling Mabel and Soos where he's going and when he'll be back. After a long walk to his destination, he arrives at a factory. Dipper looks at the notepad to check and see if he has the right address, to which he realizes that he does. He opens the door to the factory.

"Hello?", Dipper calls out, hearing nothing. He looks inside to see that nobody's here and turns around to leave, only for the door to slam shut. He pushes on the door to try to open it to no avail. Suddenly, lights turn on and he turns around to see Gideon in a swivel chair, petting a doll of himself.

"Hello, friend.", the young psychic greets him, coldly.

"Ugh, Gideon.", Dipper groans, exasperatedly. Why is he bothering him?

"Dipper Pines, how long have you been living in this town?", Gideon asks the Pine, playing with his toy. "A week or two? You like it here? Enjoy the scenery?" His voice changes from veiled child-like curiosity to quiet fury at the second half of his question.

Dipper starts getting uneasy but calms himself. "What do you want from me, man?", he demands, wanting the young psychic to get to the point.

"Listen carefully, boy.", Gideon's tone becomes deathly serious. "This town has secrets you couldn't begin to understand!"

"Is this about Mabel?", Dipper asks, getting to the point. "I told you, she's not into you!"

This makes Gideon slam his arms on the swivel chair. "LIAR! YOU turned her against me!", he yells as he jumps from his chair, grabbing his amulet and marches toward Dipper. "She was my peach dumplin'!"

"Uh, you okay, man?", Dipper asks, walking back. Gideon lifts his hand up and Dipper's body is covered in an ethereal blue aura and lifted into the air. With a swipe of his hand, Dipper is thrown onto boxes hard. He pulls himself up only to see Gideon grinning at him with malice.

"Readin' minds isn't all I can do.", Gideon laughs ominously, enjoying the dread etched on Dipper's face.

"But-but you're a fake.", Dipper tries to explain.

"Oh? Then tell me, Dipper….", the sadistic child inquires, levitating various merchandise and objects. "Is this fake?" After that question, he starts throwing plates, spoons, and forks at Dipper, who dodges a good portion but gets nicked in the face, vest, and knee, much to the vengeful child's pleasure. Gideon decides to up the ante by throwing cups at constantly moving Pine.

Dipper does everything he can to avoid the merchandise Gideon telekinetically throws at him. The ruthless psychic grabs a cabinet and launches it at the Pine, who jumps out the way to avoid it but ends up hitting the back of his head in the process. He rubs it to ease the pain before he sees the malicious Gideon levitating above him, sneering.

"Grunkle Stan was right!", Dipper yells at the young psychic. "You are a monster!"

"Your sister will be mine!", Gideon declares madly, laughing as he lifts up another cabinet to launch at the young Pine, who hides behind a stack of heavy boxes. The cabinet crashes into the boxes to the wall. Dipper grunts as he realizes that his right arm is bruised, but thanks to the boxes taking most of the damage from the cabinet, he's mostly fine.

Dipper pushes himself up as much as he can to activate the watch. It beeps on and tries to find the right alien that can help. Diamondhead?, Dipper thinks. Swampfire?! Water Hazard?! XLR8?! Come on, there has to be an alien that I'm familiar with! He tries to find the aliens that he knows but to no avail. He almost stops seeing a fire alien. But could this help? He doesn't know what it can-

"Come on out, boy!", Gideon demands , levitating cutlery that are poised to skewer the shapeshifter. "I ain't finished punishing you yet!" Dipper hears this and tries to move, accidentally pressing it via moving across the boxes. As this happens, a massive green light illuminates under the boxes, temporarily blinding the vengeful psychic.

"What in tarnation?!", Gideon asks, puzzled. That green light just came from under there. How did this scoundrel create a light that bright? This might be a distraction of sorts. Gideon thinks as he starts getting impatient and levitates the boxes away. But before he can finish, a massive torrent of flames breaks out of the clutter in an explosive fashion.

Standing opposed to the malicious child is a confused charcoal man. He's composed of a brownish-red rocky texture with intense heat radiating from underneath, specifically ending out of his flaming head, hands, and feet. This shocks the young psychopath before he gets enraged.

"How?!", Gideon demands. "How did you manage to turn yourself into a Pyronite?!" His outrage causes the fiery man to jolt out of his stupor and gives a determined scowl towards the delusional psychic. So this is another flame alien like Swampfire. Maybe I should call him Hetablast, Dipper thinks before mentally sighing. Really wished I had something on this alien that….Gideon somehow knows? He shakes his head and focuses on the present.

"Stop this, Gideon.", the Pyronite demands before getting into a battle stance. "This is your first and final warning." His ultimatum provokes the sociopathic psychic more than he's already feeling at the moment. He lifts up his patented cutlery and launches them at the morphed Pine, who only raises his hand and gives a precise fireball that melts them and charges towards Gideon, pelting more fireballs at him. The crazy psychic sets up a shield as the fireballs explode and disperses on impact. The embers land on some of the boxes, to which causes them to ignite.

"You think you have the right to threaten me, boy?!", Gideon scowls, telekinetically grabbing the flaming boxes and tosses them at the flaming alien, who blasts them into nothing but ash. This gives the young psychic enough time to grab the Pyronite and throw him out through the wall.

Heatblast rubs his head, groaning in pain. "Ow...that hurt." Dipper gets up to see a levitating and apoplectic Gideon, holding up cabinets and heavy boxes. The insane psychic glares at the familiar emblem on the center of the Pyronite's chest. That design looks familiar, Gideon thinks before he realizes it. That watch! That watch is what is allowed that wretch to morph into that Pyronite. First, Dipper turns the love of his life against him and now, he has a piece of technology that can morph him into any alien he sees fit? The insane psychic doesn't know which one makes even more angrier. He decides to channel his anger into throwing his crates at his pyrokinetic opponent.

The transformed Pine dodges most of the crates and blasts the rest of them away. He looks at his fiery hands before looking at his fiery hands before looking at Gideon, who is pulling out more items from the factory as potential weaponry. The Pyro-Pine looks down, quickly trying to form a plan. He probably can't attack and defend at the same time. I can exploit that. He points both flaming hands on the ground. Let's hope Soos was right about copying that comic book character. The flames escape from Heatblast's hands and he finds himself being able to rocket up into the air via propulsion. Once he finds his balance, he flies towards Gideon at high speeds, reaching ascension and delivers a two handed fireball attack.

The vengeful Gleeful puts up his shield as Dipper delivers a massive fireball. Just at the right moment, Gideon grabs the fireball, the flames going from a raging orange to ethereal turquoise, and throws it back to the descending Pyronite. Reaching high velocities, Heatblast crashes into the grassy ground to leave a crater and upheaval of dirt, he propels him out of the crater after a moment's pass. Gideon levitates a massive assortment of lamb shears and in tow, the morphed Pine delivers an intense stream of fire that melts them onto the ground in a hot mesh.

While Dipper's attention was on melting the scissors, Gideon sneakily grabs two of his branded water gallons. After he deals with the scissors, he sets himself up and tosses them into Heatblast, the water causes the Pyronite's fire to be extinguished.

"Uh oh", Heatblast is surprised that his flames are out. What do I do?, Dipper thinks. Before coming up with an idea. If my flames are high enough to melt metal, maybe I can reignite- Heatblast is slammed by a barrage of heavy boxes courtesy of the vengeful Gideon. He finishes up his attack by grabbing one of his cabinets and lifts it up under the Dipper before slamming it down hard on top of the morphed Pine.

"What can you do now, boy?!", Gideon yells, grabbing every item in the factory, ready to finish off the transforming Pine. "That Pyronite form takes time to reignite! Now that you're weakened…." Heatblast gets up slowly, his heat coming back. Gideon tosses everything at him with devastating force. "DIE!"

The Pyronite gets himself up to deliver an equally powerful attack. "HAAA!", Heatblast screams intensely as he delivers a massive flow of flames, greater than before.

The barrage of items being thrown at high velocity and the great stream of fire causes a massive collusion. The massive collusion causes an explosion to erupt instantly, making Gideon to skid across the ground and Heatblast rolls across the grass, burning it, slamming into a tree before falling to the ground. After a few moments pass, Gideon and Heatblast get up, both looking heavily damaged. For Gideon, his blue suit is mostly covered in dirt and ripped on the sleeves and face is scrapped, there's some cuts on his arm. Despite this, he still looks very angry, panting for his breath. Heatblast's movement is slower than usual and, like Gideon, is panting, feeling exhausted.

Heatblast decides to ignite another fireball, while Gideon gets ready to counterattack. Just when he's about to launch at the Gleeful, he hears a dreadful sound. Beep-Beep-Beep. Heatblast's eyes widened. "Oh, no.", he rasps before being enveloped in a crimson light. What replaces the Pyronite is a beaten up Dipper, who's levitated by an apoplectic Gideon and slams him into the wall of the factory, knocking the wind out of him. He tries to break free but to no avail.

"Will you just give up?!", Dipper yells, glaring at the crazy child. "She's never gonna date you, man!"

"THAT'S A LIE!" Gideon screams in anger before his attention is turned towards a flaming box of lamb shears. He turns back at the restrained Pine, smiling sadistically. "And I'm gonna make sure you never lie to me again, friend." He levitates the flaming lamb shears slowly towards Dipper, who tries to move out the way but can't. The deranged psychic just keeps laughing in twisted delight as the shears get closer and closer towards cutting the Pine's face.

"Gideon! We have to talk!" Those words make Gideon freeze in surprise. He turns to see a livid Mabel with her fists clenched.

"M-Mabel. My marshmalla.", Gideon drops the shears on the ground before fixing his hair, nervous as he's caught redhanded. "What are you doin' here?"

Mabel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry Gideon, but I can't be your marshmallow. I needed to be honest and tell you that myself."

Gideon is taken aback by what she says. She doesn't want to be his marshmallow? "I-I don't understand." he responds, squeezing the amulet that represents his broken heart, which in return, squeezes Dipper.

Dipper feels his body tightening up, uncomfortably. "Uh, Mabel!? This probably isn't the best time to be brutally honest with him!", he calls out to her. Mabel gets a brief look of concern on her face when she glances at Dipper before giving a "sincere" smile towards the distraught Gideon.

"Hey, but we can still be makeover buddies.", she offers, holding his hands gently. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Really?", Gideon asks, hopeful as he loosens his grip on the amulet. Mabel's eyes never left the amulet and at the right moment, she takes the chance.

She snatches Gideon's amulet off and Dipper falls down."No, not really! You were attacking my brother, what the heck?!"she exclaims. Gideon is shocked by what Mabel just did and tries to get his tie.

"My tie! Give it back!", Gideon demands, only for Mabel throws the amulet to Dipper who gets up and runs after the amulet's trajectory and catches it.

"Not so powerful without this, are you?" Dipper taunts but Gideon screams and charges at Dipper with sudden speed, making him drop the amulet and knocking them both off the cliff.

"Dipper!"

Dipper and Gideon scream. Gideon punches Dipper and the two start hitting each other before they realize that they're getting closer to the ground, making them scream again. But before they splat on the ground, they're both covered in the ethereal blue aura. They look up to see Mabel, holding the mystic amulet, levitating along with them and then floats down.

"Listen Gideon, it's over. I will never, ever, date you.", she declares. With that, she drops them down and throws the amulet to the ground, breaking it. The ethereal glow howling away in the wind.

"MY POWERS! Oh this isn't over. This isn't the last you'll see of wittle... ol' me.", the crazed psychic declares, walking into the dark forest.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Stan finishes signing papers in the Gleeful's living room area. "Ah, this is livin', brother.", Stan sighs in content, leaning back on the couch.

"From now on it's all name brand foods and clown paintings.", Bud Gleeful agrees, taking a swig of his coffee. Just as he says that, a livid and beaten up Gideon bursts through the door. "Gideon? Are you—?"

Ignoring his father, Gideon stands on the coffee table, scowling at Stan, pointing his fist at him. "Stanford Pines, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!"

Stan is confused. "Rebuke? Is that a word."

"The entire Pines' family have invoked my wrath! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!", Gideon declares as he points his nemesis.

"What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?", Stan asks, still not taking the young psychic's rage seriously.

"But-but sunshine?", Bud intervenes, laughing nervously. "What about our arrangement with Mabel and—?"

"SILENCE!", Gideon yells at his father, "The deal is off!"

Bud just sighs, before looking at the conman. "Well, I see that he's takin' to one of his rages again. Sorry Stan, but I have to side with Gideon on this one." He rips up the contract, terminating any plans for Mystery Shack and Tent of Telepathy merger.

"Okay, okay. I can see when I'm not wanted.", Stan realizes before grabbing the clown painting and starts to run.

"Stan, I'm-I'm sorry but I'm gonna need that painting back! Stan? STAN!", Bud tries to call out to the conman, only for his words to go on deaf ears.

"TRY AND CATCH ME, SUCKERS!", Stan declares, running to his car, putting the clown painting in the back, driving away. After a long ride, he arrives at the Mystery Shack, where he hangs up the clown painting. "I coulda had it all.", Stan contemplates. He turns and looks at the twins, who look exhausted physically and emotionally exhausted. "What the heck happened to you two?"

"Gideon.", The Pine Twins answer, equally tired after dealing with the crazy psychic.

"Gideon. Yeah, the little mutant 'swore vengeance' on the whole family.", Stan scoffs sitting in the recliner, mockingly raising his fist in the air imitating the angry psychic. "Ha, I guess he's gonna try to nibble my ankles or somethin'."

Dipper gets up a bit. He realizes that Gideon's powerless without his amulet. "Oh, yeah. How's he gonna destroy us now, huh? Try to guess what number we're thinking of?"

Mabel gets up, smiling at the young psychic's misfortune. "He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of.", Mabel says before laughing. "NEGATIVE EIGHT! No one would guess a negative number."

"Uh oh.", Stan gasps jokingly at the Twins. "He's plannin' on destruction right now!" He lays on top of the twins, to which they all laugh, enjoying Gideon's loss.

Meanwhile, at the Gleeful Household, in Gideon's room. He's making dolls of the Pines family, grumbling and growling to himself. He plays with the Mabel doll, looking at it lovingly as he imitates her voice. "Oh, Gideon, I still love you. If only my family weren't in the way." He picks up the Stan doll, disgusts etched on his face as he impersonates him. "Look at me. I'm old, and I'm smelly." He grabs the Dipper doll with a scowl on his face, mocking the Pine. "Hey, what are you gonna do without your precious amulet now that I got a watch that allows me to morph into aliens?"

He laughs, ominously. "Oh you'll see boy…", he closes Journal 2.

"You'll see."

[bloody-britt26]

a hop x musican!reader where the reader makes a love song for hop and they sing it for him and hop gets all flustered and the ending is just v fluffy uwu

Hi, hello, yes? This was so cute! Soo I wrote my own little love song for this, and it may or may not be bad because I'm not a songwriter by any means. I just wanted it to be more personal rather than grabbing a song that already exists. Also made a drabble for this because I got pretty inspired. I hope you enjoy!

🐑 Confessing to Hop with a song 🐑

It was a nice day in the Wild Area. Not too warm, nor was it too cold. A soft breeze blew through your hair, it felt pleasant. 

You sat in the shade of a tree, your recently hatched Grookey had succumbed to your head scratches and had fallen asleep all curled up in a little bundle in your lap.

Your Toxtricity raced the vast fields against Hop's Cinderace, while your Sylveon and Maractus seemed to be fascinated with the fluffiness of your friend's Dubwool.

A little further away from you, Hop jotted down some notes about your Primarina and Spinda. You couldn't help but smile at the amount of interest and passion Hop displayed about studying various pokémon. You supposed that any pokémon professor, or future ones, would be interested in non-native pokémon as they were rare. You had obtained them by trading globally with a friend overseas in Alola.

Hop often playfully teased you for having a team filled with music-themed pokémon, but it was all harmless. He truly thought that there were no better pokémon for you than the ones that accompanied you.

Yes… the peaceful and pleasant atmosphere of nature was the complete opposite of the whirlwind of emotions that coursed through your mind.

When you looked at your friend, all you could do was bite your lip in sheer nerves at the thought of the true reason that you had invited him to the Wild Area. It was most certainly not just for a playdate between your pokémon. 

Your fingers traced your ukulele, which rested next to you. The real reason that you wanted Hop all to yourself in the Wild Area, was because you had finally worked up the courage to confess your feelings to him.

Well, you thought that you had built up the courage. The more you waited, the more you second-guessed yourself, wondering if it was such a good idea to do so.

You were so lost in thought that you had not noticed your Sylveon approach you until he wrapped one of his feelers around your arm.

You glanced at him, only to find him looking at you with a soft expression, smiling at you reassuringly. 

You returned his smile. "I know… I'm just nervous. What if-"

Your sentence was cut off by Sylveon, who pressed his feeler against your mouth, shaking his head slightly.

You sighed, nodding in acceptance as he removed the ribbon-like appendage. You picked up the sleeping baby from your lap, handing him to Sylveon. He gently took Grookey, holding him with his feelers.

"Take care of him while I… well, you know," you said.

Sylveon nodded as he giggled at you, sending you a wink before trotting away. You shook your head at how eager Sylveon seemed to be for you to confess.

You exhaled shakily before looking in Hop's direction once more. "Heya, Hop? Could you come here for a minute?"

Hop looked behind his shoulder, grinning before standing up and heading your way. You felt your heart speed up, there was no going back now.

"What's up, (name)?" Hop asked.

You pat the ground next to you, prompting him to sit down. He did as you requested.

He placed his hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly. "Hey… are you feeling alright? You're shaking," he said, his eyes held worry.

You smiled to the best of your abilities, waving him off. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

He didn't seem to believe you, but he let it go nonetheless. "Alright… so, what did you call me over for?"

"Oh, right! Well, you see… I wrote a new song and I… I wanted your opinion on it," you said.

Hop grinned. "My opinion? Come on, you know I think all of your songs are bloody brilliant! Heck, even Piers has you going on tour with him. You don't need me for that."

"You're giving me too much credit, Hop. I'm not that brilliant," you said with a small smile.

"Rubbish! Stop being so modest, mate."

"Well, no matter. The thing is… this particular song is about… well, it's about you, Hop," you said softly, trying your best to force away the blush that threatened to appear.

Hop blinked, a surprised look on his face. He most definitely wasn't expecting you to write something for him.

He scratched the back of his head, a light blush on his cheeks as he shyly smiled. "A-About me? I hope it's about good things, yeah?"

You picked up your ukulele, getting into position to play. "Of course, Hop! W-Why don't I sing it to you?"

Hop turned his body towards you, his attention fully on you as he smiled and nodded.

You returned his smile and began strumming a soft melody with your instrument. There was definitely no backing away from this now.

"We've known each other for so long. You've always been that cute rambunctious boy next door. So full of life and energy, ambitious and confident. You've always enthralled me."

Before you truly became trainers, you had always admired Hop from afar. His personality stood out so much compared to the rest of the easygoing residents of Postwick. His energy was contagious, you had always thought that he would achieve great things in life. He had too much going for him to not. 

"And me, a small-town musician, always strumming in the fields. I still remember your first hello, and I still wonder: how did I ever get your attention? You're a million leagues above me."

Hop smiled as he remembered the first time the two of you truly spoke. You were always out in the pastures, surrounded by all of the Wooloo, singing and playing various instruments. Sometimes, you would be playing the guitar, other times, you would be playing the ukulele or even the violin. You always brought peaceful tunes to the town. And your voice... he remembered just how beautiful he thought your voice was. He always listened from afar, until he couldn't take it anymore, he had to say something… anything to you.

As for you, when Hop had come up to you, applauding your performance, you couldn't believe it. Postwick's famous bundle of energy was actually giving you the time of day? Wasn't he always with that girl, Gloria? She had so much more going for herself than you, being a little spitfire and all. So why was Hop wasting his time with you?

"But grateful as I am to have braved the world with you by my side, there's still something missing."

You bit your lip. This was where your song would get much bolder. This was where you were going to pour all of your feelings out to Hop. 

You reluctantly took a peek at Hop's expression. He looked… happy. He sat on his knees, leaning forward as if he was anticipating what you were going to sing next. His cheeks had become a darker shade of crimson.

You smiled, a giddy feeling overtaking you as your own blush surfaced.

"Perhaps it's your hand slipped in mind? Or maybe it's your arms around my waist? Let me sing you this…"

Hop's eyes widened. He felt his heart pound against his chest at your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, it was too good to be true.

"You make me stutter, my face feels hotter, thoughts all scattered. Why am I so flustered?"

It was true. To you, It was almost frustrating just how much Hop could make you go mad with a single smile. Every little touch and compliment made you melt into a pile of feelings onto the ground. It made you feel ridiculous, yet elevated.

"My heart, it's drumming, booming, yet it's beaming!"

You bit your lip as you reached the part of that part of your song. The part where those three little words would be said. Three simple, yet deep words.

"A constant flurry of emotions when you're near. It's clear, I'm in love, I fear."

You couldn't hold back your little giggle as you heard Hop gasp. Looking at him once more, be was red from the base of his neck all the way to the very tip of his ears. You couldn't help but hope that it was a good sign, and something told you that it was. He didn't look like he was uncomfortable with your confession. That hope alone made you want to keep going until the end.

You looked him straight into his eyes, smiling softly as you sang the next part.

"I cherish you, I treasure you, I adore you, I love you. I'm incomplete without you!" 

Hop could barely believe it. He's been crushing on your for so long, yet he's always pushed his feelings for you down as he thought that you held feelings for someone else. Yet here you were, singing your love for him. Perhaps that, by denying his own love for you, he had become blind to yours. He wasn't sure, and quite frankly, he didn't care. He felt beyond relieved. It was as if all of the feelings he had suppressed came flooding out of a broken dam.

As the song came to a close, the tune became much softer and slower.

"And if you'll let me, I'll be yours forever. Because I'd love you to be by my side in a shared happily ever after."

"So… what did you think?" You asked shyly as you set you ukulele down.

Hop's mouth opened and closed, absolutely unable to form words. He rubbed his cheeks as if attempting to get rid of his intense blush. 

"I… I just- that was…" he shook his head, taking a deep breath. 

"Did you really mean that?" He asked, biting his lip, eyes glimmering with hope.

"Every single word of it," you said, barely in a whisper.

Hop's eyes widened. He fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket, the dorkiest smile widening on his face.

"I'm sorry if it was too much. I just-"

"Too much? T-That was perfect, (name)," he cut you off.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. You instantly melted in his arms, resting your hands on his back.

"I'm just so happy that you actually feel the same way," he whispered.

You couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped you. "Literally everyone knew about my feelings for you, except for you. I thought I made it pretty obvious."

He pulled away, scratching the back of his head apologetically. "Sorry… I guess I'm just as dense as my brother, huh?"

"Yes. You are," you said as you leaned forward to peck his cheek.

The blush that had finally gone away reappeared within mere nanoseconds. Hop blurted incoherent nonsense as he was caught off guard by your kiss.

You blinked. It was just an innocent cheek smooch. Oh well, Hop was acting adorable, and you knew that this was the start of something beautiful.

[art-n-peaches]

Bts reaction to: “Break up sex”

Also there is going to be a part two of this so please look forward to it. 

-Warning: smut, angst, foul language, kinks, degradation

“I want to break up”...

Namjoon

   Namjoon felt betrayed, hurt, speechless, he couldn’t believe you wanted to break up with him. He tore himself apart in this relationship, between the tight schedules, the song writings and the practices he still made time to take you on dates, call you, text you, he spoiled you with amazing presents from wherever he traveled, he treated you like the queen he thought you were. When you broke up with him his thought traveled to the darkest corners, wasn’t that enough, was there someone else. His anger took over him and he pinned you to the couch.  Your breath got heavier as Namjoon’s lips latched onto your neck, he knew what he was doing. One of his hands holding your wrists in place as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, he bit lightly on your sensitive spot, and a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smirking into your neck, he definitely knew how to play you in bed,  and you loved it.     Letting go of your wrists he starts srtiping you, he ripped your shirt off, he was angry and you knew he wasn’t going to go easy on you. Now you were fully naked being devoured by Namjoons hungry eyes, he pulls his tie off and once agains pulls your wrists to tie them up. Leaving a trail of wet kisses and hickeys on your body he is now facing your wet core.   “You’re so wet baby, doesn’t really look like you want me to go after all.”, he said with a smirk. He started rubbing your clit in an agonizingly slow pace, low moans left your lips as his speed increased. You looked at him with a face that pleaded to get fucked,he bit his lip as he looked at you, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your core. The pleasure was taking over you, only he knew how to make you feel this good.“Daddy,”you said with a pleading voice,” I need you so bad, please fuck me, Please.’’, he liked seeing you like this, scratch that he loved it, but he wasn’t going to give in to your pleading.    “You little slut, look at you begging for my cock, why should I give you what you want”, his hand wrapped around your throat as he started pumping faster, suddenly he pulled out,”should I just leave you like this”. You whined loudly, a wave of need hit your body, begging and begging for him to fill you up, you got what you wanted. Namjoon was rough, you thought you were going to break, either from pain or pleasure. He made you feel so amazing, you screamed his name over and over, he made sure to let you know that he was the only man that would make you feel like this, that you belonged to him. His actions were so rough but at the end of the night in a half awake manner he wrapped his arms around you and told you he loved you, that you meant the world to him, that he wanted you to be his forever.    The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, you opened your phone to find a text from him.

~Namjoon: Baby I love you, and I want you to be happy even if that means you won’t be mine.        You stared at your phone, tears welling up in your eyes, regret filling the broken pieces of your heart.

Seokjin

   Your words echoed in his head, he was crushed, a state of numbness took over his body. What did he do wrong, he tried his best to make you happy, was his best not enough, was he not enough? Tears threatened to escape his eyes, he refused to believe that what he cherished most was about to slip right out of his hands.    “One more night, please, be mine one more night.”You pressed your hand against his cheek, a weak smile left his lips as he leaned into your loving touch, missing it already. The spot where your hand was, burned, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for a kiss. Picking you up bridal style, he takes you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed you two shared.     Jin was so gentle, he always was, he treated you like a precious gem, his touch was heavenly. Slowly removing the dress you were wearing se kissed every spot the dress slipped off of, your shoulders, collarbones, your chest, your stomach, every kiss made you feel so special, so loved. That’s what he always did, he made you feel rare, cherished, you had forgotten that, maybe you got so used to it, you were blind to it’s value. He lowered his head between your legs, grabbed your thighs tightly. Leaving light kisses between your thighs, he complimented you after every kiss. His tongue ran through your folds, sending shivers down your spine. He was going slowly, but it made you feel so good, your hands gripped his hair as he started to go faster. His hands holding your thighs and hips in place, you moaned his name loudly, feeling a knot tying in your stomach, cuming with his name spilling out of your lips.     The night was filled with pleasure, Jin was doing his maximum to show you how much he loved you. He kissed you so lovingly, worshiped every inch of you, showered you with praises, you had forgotten how lucky you were to have him. The night was over and Jin’s head was laying on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you.  “I’d do anything to see you happy, you know that y/n? You’re the best part of me, without you I feel void, I know it’s selfish, but I need you to stay with me.”   Tears stained your cheek as you held tightly to him, why did you want to leave him, you couldn’t understand yourself. The words you told him were cruel, you were just being a brat, he practically gave you his soul, and you wanted more. You were the toxic one, you quietly told him you loved him, waited till he fell asleep and then left.

“I’ll be back, but not until I’m ready to love you as much as you love me.”

Yoongi   He didn’t always show it, but Yoongi loved you more than words could describe. Truth told he did show it, constantly, you just didn’t notice it. You never caught him staring at your sleeping face, never realised how he saw your face whenever he closed his eyes, how angry he got when another guy looked at you the same way he did. When he randomly put his arm around you, showing off the beauty next to him, claiming you. The way he kissed you, they told the story of you two, but your story didn’t match his. You never got to hear that story.

   He harshly punched the wall. Profanities spitting out of his mouth like poison, you broke him, like no one ever did, because he didn’t give them the power to. That power was a gift to you, his love of you, infinite.    You begged him to stop, his words hurt you, tears staining your cheeks. Although furious at you, the broken look on your face softened him. He held your body tight, apologising, kissing your lips softly between every apology. The kisses soon turned into more and the room soon filled moans and groans, Yoongi loved every inch of you, and he showed you just how much. He was rough, but you loved it. Pulling your body slowly, your back was now against his naked chest, hand tightly around your throat while the other holding you by your waist. His movements were fact, angry, but his words were so sweet. He made you feel safe. Told you how much he loved you, how lost he was without you, he told you all the things he never could. Desperation, need, and lust clear in his tone, how could you fail to understand him.      He was never one of many words, but his actions spoke loud and clear, but now it was too late.    “Is it really over y/n, are you really going to leave me after tonight?”You nodded lightly, a sigh escaped his lips. He held you tight for one last night.     The next morning he woke up to an empty bed, a bitter smile evident on his lips. When your world was about to break, you left him to deal with the chaos alone. He wasn’t planning on doing anything about it, just let it consume him. Nothing worth fighting for anymore…

Hoseok

~Denial-the action of declaring something to be untrue.    He kissed you without letting you finish, not wanting to hear what you had to say. Refusing to believe that you two were over. Hands on your cheeks, shaking, tears staining his cheeks. Hoseok was in pain, but he wouldn’t let it take over him, he wanted to make you feel his love.    Laying you back he started kissing your neck, soon going lower and lower leaving a trail on hickeys along the way. You were his, no one could change that, every curve, every inch of skin, every moan he owned it. He held your hips in place as his tongue ran over your folds, Hoseok knew how to take you to heaven but prefered to drag you through hell first. Slow movements, with a lot of pressure, he had you shaking and begging for more in a batter of minutes, his name spilling from your mouth like the most wonderful melody.     He’d take you to the gates of heaven then slowly pull back letting you free fall just to snap his hips harshly once again. It was torture but it felt so good, he pressed light kisses all over your body,  praising you, telling you how good you made him feel, how well you took his cock. That night he tried everything on the book You came more time than you could remember.    At the end he held you tight, your bare chest against his, he kissed your forehead and told you he loved you. Reality hit you when he asked you not to leave him. You had your reasons. Kissing your angels lips for the last time, you walked out of your room, tears staining your cheeks.

“I do love you, and if it is meant to be, we’ll meet again.”

Jimin

       Jimin blamed himself for what was happening. He thought of how stupid he was for not noticing that your feelings weren’t mutual, he felt guilty for how you had to force yourself into a relationship you didn’t want to be in. He was indeed a fool in love.  That boy gave everything to you. His time, his heart, his unconditional love and you were about to throw that all away. In the end maybe you were more of a fool than he was. Jimin held your hand in his, he was crying, body trembling, he looked up at you with a pained expression. You felt a wave of guilt hit you, without thinking you kissed him and soon that kiss would turn into something you might regret. Jimin kissed you gently, almost like he was scared that you would crumble away. Your bodies attached, beads of sweat running along your skin as he thrusted into you. Moans left your mouth, he was so pleased with how loud you were.         He was so loving, his thrusts were strong but his touch was so gentle, he held your hips in place, left small kisses along your chest and stomach. Once you reached your peaks, he lied his body on top of yours. Taking in your scent he sighed, you played with his hair as he drew whatever shapes along your bare skin. It was silent but not uncomfortable, it was the kind of silence you get in a rainy day, it was nice and cozy, it made you wish time could stop. Not all wishes come true.          You gently caressed his cheek, he looked up at you, gave you a weak smile. A tear left your eye as you saw him drift to sleep. You regretted spending the night for him, you hated how gentle he was with you, hated how he looked at you like you were a precious gem, you knew you weren’t. You don’t deserve him, was what was playing in your head on repeat, you let out a small sob, you hated how foolish he was, falling in love with a worthless nothing like you. With tears in your eyes, you closed your apartaments door for the last time, as you got out small drops of water hit your skin, I guess the sky felt your pain too.   

Taehyung

   Taehyung aggressively attached his lips to yours. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, none of them good. You broke his heart. Taehyung adored you, and he has proven that more than once. Memories flashed through his head. All the times you looked at him with a smile plastered on your face, every time you said you loved him, every kiss, every hug, even the smallest touch, your laugh, your voice, your moans. Tears streamed down his face as he pulled away.    Not being able to let go just yet, you attached your lips to his once again. Shock was written all over his face but then his eyes darkened with lust and he took control. Grabbing your thighs he pulls you up carrying you in your bedroom. You started undressing and as he got impatient he ripped your shirt off, he never liked when you teased him. Opening the drawer next to him he pulls out one of his neck ties and a red silky strip of clothing.     He pulls your wrists together and ties them onto the bed frame. Lowering his head he kisses you, biting your lip as he pulls back. His smirk was the last thing you saw as he put the red fabric on your eyes.

“ Be good now princess, daddy is going to play with you”.    His words send shivers down your spine, his voice was so dark, you knew this was going to be a rough night. Honestly it was exciting, Taehyung’s dark side gives you more pleasure than anyone or anything else. You were already soaked and he hadn’t even touched  you yet. “Naughty little girl already soaked, daddy hasn’t even lied a finger on you yet.”    You were about to respond but a warm move on your sensitive spot replaced your words with moans. Taehyung’s tongue could work magic, in a matter of minutes you were a screaming mess. Hair sticking to your forehead, mouth opened widely, back arched. Taehyung’s name is the only thing you could articulate properly. Your legs shaked violently as you were about to cum for the third time, overstimulation was one of Tae’s favorite things, the only thing he loved more was probably denying you the pleasure to cum.     “Oh nono baby girl, bad girls don’t get to cum”.You could hear him chuckle darkly as he saw your broken state. He let you cum for the fourth time, and you felt him kiss your thighs,“you did well baby, daddy is proud of you”.He took off the cloth from your eyes, and the first thing you saw was Taehyung’s loving gaze, he kissed you softly, you felt his tip at your entrance. A groan left his lips as he pushed in fully, giving you time to adjust, he started pampering your neck with soft kisses, whispering words of praise in your ear.    His husky voice sent shivers all over your body, making you clench around him,“ God fucking damn it y/n, how can you be so tight, shit baby you take my cock so well.”     You looked at him with puppy dog eyes and your lower lip between your teeth, you knew how much it turned him on when you acted shy. He pulled out almost completely just to slam back in harshly. He snapped his hips back and forth in a fast pace, his hand tightly around your throat, your thigh over his right shoulder. With his forehead against yours, he looks at you in a way you’ve never seen before. It was full of adoration and lust but it was also a gaze of sadness and longing.     He let out a deep moan that sounded almost like a growl, it told you how good you made him feel. You were almost at your peak, his face hid in the crook of your neck, he started kissing you and sucking here and there,

“Who do you belong to?” “You daddy, I’m only yours.”         He snapped his hips one last time releasing his load in you, slowly reaching to untie you, he stops and  looks at you one more time, almost looking like he wanted to say something, he shaked his head and continued with what he was doing. You looked up at him, admiring his features, the plump lips, the cute mole on his nose. Memories started flooding your head, when he kissed you for the first time, how he held your hand, the way he looked at you, the feelings he gave you, how nothing has changed. Yet you had to leave.  You started to leave, but a warm hand grabbed yours. “Am I not enough, I gave you everything I had, what more do you want ?”You pulled away tears streaming down your face.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook

   It was Jungkook’s first relationship, he was young and inexperienced, new to everything. You were his first, the first girl he kissed, the first time he held hands, the first time he got jealous, the first time his needs were satisfied, Jungkook loved you more than you knew.    Heartache, anger, and agony were written all over his face. He refused to cry in front of you, getting up abruptly he leaned over the counter and let his tears fall. You got close to him and tried to talk. “Jungkook listen, I …”, your words were interrupted by a strong hand pulling you, your back was now against the edge of the cold counter. He looked at your face with angry eyes, trapped your frame with his strong arms. It scared you, Jeon Jungkook was definitely a scary man when he was angry, his face was leveled with yours, lips so close you felt his breath hit your face. “Tell me y/n,” he trailed  off,”am I just a toy to you”. His words caught you by surprise, you never thought he would take your words like that.    You tried to speak but as you opened your mouth a pair of lips crashed into yours. His strong hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you on the counter. Although he was kissing you with great passion when you looked into his eyes, they were cold, no affection in them. You did it, y/n, you broke his heart. The soft guy you were dating, the one who got all shy when you called him handsome, the one that would hold your hand when you crossed the street,” just to make sure you’re safe”. The same guy that held your hand tighter when another guy would look at you, the one that whispered sweet words and played with your hair when he thought you were asleep. He’s gone and it was your fault.    His hips snapped hard, making you moan his name louder. He didn’t moan, he didn’t talk, he grunted once in awhile, bit his lip, trying to stop himself from telling you he loved you and how good you made him feel. Hand tight around your throat, faces distant, he snapped his hips three more times and then pulled out releasing his load on your bare stomach. You thought he would pull you up, help you get cleaned, hold you tight till you fell asleep. He didn’t, he took his shirt from the floor and threw it over his head, then hurried out.    “Jungkook, wa…”, a sharp slam of the door cut your words, the could of the counter didn’t affect your numb body anymore, he was gone and with him so was part of you. 

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Lunar Ellipse

Commission of 60-70 pages for the amazing Solerwolf21

By: Cutegirlmayra

It’s been a long time since the Metal Sonic incident…

I’ve been carrying the weight of that day for a while now… I know it’s no good, so I’m trying to get my mind off of things and start something new.

At least, something new to think about…

That’s when I thought about Sally.

Soler held his medal close to himself, looking down forlorned as he continued his afternoon walk. It was getting late, as it usually does, but he missed his morning sulk so this was his best effort to stay on schedule.

“Heh,” He lightly laughed out loud at the thought. ‘Morning Sulk’ was a good name for it, but he liked the fresh air too. It was nice to get away from everyone’s busy work and all the fighting.

Time and time again… one fight after the other. But it was exhausting, you know? Then Eggman suddenly blipped off the radar. Everyone got anxious and confused, scared even. I went out on my own to do some recon and came back with to a nasty surprise. Apparently, I didn’t ask permission to go off on recon and the whole of the Freedom Fighters was about to send out a search party with Sally at the command.

After that, Sonic had told me to take it easy… but what does that mean?

Did everyone just suppose I was unstable? Maybe I wasn’t… maybe I really was.

I’ve thought a lot of things lately…

He stared at the ground as his shoes kicked the dirt off the path as he continued. The scent of pinewood and the weeds scrapping against his feet created a pleasant scenery. Not too many flowers, but just enough to catch the eye.

Mostly, I’ve thought a lot about Sally. But then…

He sighed, looking up as he let go of the medal and clasped the necklace instead.

“Luna… The moon’s about to come out soon.” He stopped a moment as he tried to remember which moon this would be.

When he realized he didn’t know, a sudden harsh sadness came on him. “Did I forget?” He seemed almost spooked. Feeling guilty, he quickly ran to try and see the moon over the hill he usually star-gazed on. He climbed a moment on all floors to regain some balance at his new quickened pace. It was a tad slippery from some rainfall, but Soler didn’t mind it. He was used to laying on this hill as fresh dew scattered across it. It was refreshing after the walk, and the sun warmed him while the earth cooled his sweaty back.

Things weren’t necessarily quiet back at camp… the Freedom Fighters had their fair share of Eggman busting to do. After he went dark, they were on high alert, finding rogue robots from his army and taking those down one by one. Sonic and Shadow both agreed I needed space and time to think, but qgain, what exactly does that mean? Were they really not gonna let me help? Just because of the Neo Metal Sonic incident… or because I went off on my own without telling anyone? It was confusing, to say the least… I felt bad about it, but I also hoped everyone had already put it passed them.

I guess I did give everyone quite a scare…

After racing to the top of the hill, he paused to look up, breathing hard in his worry. His emerald green eyes scanned the falling horizon, “… It’s not up yet.” He looked behind him and suddenly clutched his fists. “Dang it. I really can’t let go!” he slammed it into the hillside’s top, a full-blown swing as he slightly jumped and let it collide with the earth, bending and landing on his knees to reach the mark. This caused a small pound but none of his chaos energy was put into it, so his hand just hurt a little from the harsh hit.

“Huh?” He once again wondered what was going on. “My… my abilities?” he tried to see if he could do a Chaos Spear.

As practiced a thousand, no—millions of times with Shadow, he released a perfect set of spears that flew with a whistle out into the air and pierced sharply into the ground upon descending in an arrow’s arch. After a moment, they disappeared in a swiped flash and were no more.

“Phew… Why am I so paranoid?” he gripped his wrist, just massaging it a bit and wondering why he didn’t feel himself today.

Recently… I’ve been thinking too much.

He sat down, plopping on the tippy top of the hill as though not caring if he hurt himself in the process. Staring up, he vaguely saw the sun finally setting and dipping away.

It was his favorite thing. Waiting for the moon to come up. The Moonset, as he called it. However, he couldn’t bring himself to view the moon today, though he willed himself too. A pain slowly sank from his chest down into his heart and stomach. His mind raced again from the longings of his heart… his words following, unable to contain what lie inside his every thought.

“Luna…” He looked down at the necklace, waiting to see what the moon would be like today. “Luna… if I decided to love someone else… would you always know I still loved you?”

There was an unshakable silence.

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“Soler! You’re falling behind!” The voice was so real, so tangible. It was soft and high, like a cloud against the moon. It was shrouded in utter fascination and mystery to Soler, so hard to describe, but so easily to recognize and pull again to mind.

“Ha…Ha… I’m trying, alright!?” Counter wise, his voice was husky from all the running, heavy breaths interrupted any sweet, playfulness it usually carried.

“Well, try harder!” she urged.

“You’re just as pushy as your dad!” He raised his head up, trying to keep up the pace.

“Haha! I take that as a compliment!” It was a typical day with the beautiful chief’s daughter, nothing in the world could ruin this memory for him.

Luna raced up the track that headed back to her village, looking behind her constantly to wave and encourage Soler on. “Come on! If you make it, I might just give you a hero’s kiss~” she taunted, winking and blowing him a tease.

Soler’s head shot up, “Huh?” It hadn’t been long since they confessed the buddings of romance to each other, but the thought of a kiss still brought a faint blush to his cheeks.

“What? Was that not motivation enough? Hehe!” she laughed as she bolted forward again.

How mischievous… But I don’t dislike that about her. In fact, it’s kinda fun and refreshing to see her tease me like this.

He smiled, his breathing seeming to find a rhythm in their jog now. She was quite a ways ahead, but he didn’t mind giving her the head start. He loved running. It was something he always did when exploring new places.

But… today was meant to be the day he was going to tell her he wanted to head out again. His nomadic ways hadn’t stopped so suddenly. It was a habit to find new places and people to serve, it was just his nature to acquaint himself with anyone who needed his help.

He wanted to leave for a while, but also wanted to promise her he’d come back and live there with her… he was still so young, they both were.

His eyes arched as he thought about it…

If I kiss her… will that make me change my mind?

He shook his head.

I’ll just let her win. Besides, she usually does, anyway.

“Slowpoke!”

“That does it.” He narrowed his eyes, smiling. “Here I come!” he had stored his energy long enough He burst forward with a high-speed velocity, but nothing compared to the rumored Fastest Thing Alive. His lungs pumped air in and out like a steam-train without any breaks, his legs like well-oiled wheels being pushed by a long gear to never quit or strain under the pressure. He felt an open smile as he breathed through his mouth and was charging up to the side of her at a rapid pace.

His heart had a goal in mind, but his mind didn’t have the heart to disappoint her.

He began to catch up swiftly, causing her to stop laughing and gasp in fright. Immediately, she began to run with all her effort—for real this time. Though, her curiosity and fright at his sudden bolt made her keep looking over her shoulder, slowing her speed down every time she looked back to see him continually picking up speed.

“Eeee..!” her mouth stretched far back, clearly nervous about the rewards at stake…

“Heh.” Here’s for trying to tempt me! He slid up next to her and grabbed her hand, “Need a boost?”

“Ah!” she blushed, while he looped her hand under his arm and passed the village gates—side by side.

Serves her right for upping the ante.

It was terribly romantic, too. A duo tie. However, if Soler knew anything about Luna, she would downplay his charms and pretend like she wasn’t smitten at all by it.

“Y-you’re pretty fast.” She didn’t move away from him as he slowed down to a stop, looking down at her ducking face.

He could still see the pink all over her muzzle though, so it was enough to make him smile.

There was heat on his cheeks too, but the fresh air and smell of food being cooked in the village cooled and stilled him off. He would probably eat something light with her to make up for all the lost energy.

He decided not to ask about the ‘reward’ but instead, poke at her nose. “I know you’re pretty fast yourself. Almost lost there if I didn’t think fast too.”

She giggled at his touched and looked up at him, shyly trying to disguise her fondness for him. That smile though… couldn’t even hide a secret…

“Did you have fun?” He found himself saying, finding his breathing had returned to a normal rhythm again. He was glad she didn’t pull away, it reassured him that this tie was a grand idea in the end. At least, she always seemed to enjoy his company, and this wasn’t exactly the first time he was trying to win her affections through a clever tactic. He was used to be bolder with her now, since they confessed. But it did leave him wondering if he should really leave or not…

“Y-yes.” She put her other hand to her chest and tried to still her racing heart again. “But I think my heart still thinks we’re in the race.”

“Well… who said we’re not?”

“H-huh?”

He leaned down and lightly pecked the side of her cheek, making sure to pull her lightly over to him with his arm that still held her hand in place.

“Ah! Stop it! Not in public!” she cutely moved away and shoved him off, causing him to wobble a bit before grinning happily and stepping away from her.

“Whatever you say, Luna.”

She covered her face, but then opened her hands enough to stick her tongue out at him.

“You offered first…” he mumbled as he folded his arms and looked away. He decided not to push it anymore, concluding that she probably was still a bit hesitant about it all.

“Actually,… Luna… I meant to ask you something.”

Luna stiffened a bit.

“I… I think I’d like to-“ He was about to address the subject when a familiar voice, like brass toned to a mature ring, echoed towards the two abruptly.

“Luna! Darling!” Suddenly, out of the blue, her father stepped in and worriedly embraced his daughter. “What have I told you about wandering too far from the village?! Ah, Soler!” he saw Soler and outstretched his palm to him. “Now I see! You were being protected! I’m glad then. But still, dear girl, don’t go running off like that!”

“But dad, I’m-“

“A big girl who still asks me to cook breakfast for her?” He raised a comical eyebrow as Soler covered his mouth to chuckle.

She blushed and looked to Soler, then her father. “Dad!”

At this point, Luna’s father had completely taken Soler in. It didn’t change the fact that he didn’t exactly know Soler and Luna’s relationship, but at the same time, Soler felt he wouldn’t mind much either.

But they were still… so young.

He looked back out of the gates of the village, feeling some left over thrill at running out and exploring what else could be out there again.

His powers…

He looked down at his hands with striped ‘X’s over his gloves. I also want to go somewhere safe to train… My combat skills are better than ever, so far. And I’m sure there are other villages out there that could use my help too.

He turned back to watch the antics of father and daughter play out a familiar scene. The Chief was a bit protective over her, but it made sense since she was slightly childish at times. Seeing Luna scold her father while he kept lovingly reminding her of her youth made Soler wish once again to have known more about where he came from, what family dynamics he might have had. It was too much of a blurry memory, hazy from years of being unable to recall it. Still… he considered this village a type of family, and wondered what they’d think of him taking off for a while…

“-And that one time you asked me to buy you that adorable hedgehog doll made out of hay. You painted it white, you know.”

“DAD, SERIOUSLY, STOP!” she kept jumping up to try and reach his mouth, hoping to slam a hand over it and shut him up. However, The Chief kept raising his head to avoid her, laughing at her attempts to reach his rather large height.

“Hahah! Even put cute, little pink blush-dots on the cheeks.”

“I’m so embarrassed!” Luna finally gave up and covered her face again, ducking as she raced off deeper into the village. “You’re the worst, Dad!”

“Haha. About time she gave up.” As though planning this, The Chief turned to Soler. Soler realized then that he was trying to embarrass her and have her run off. Soler gulped, wondering what The Chief was up too… “Now then, why don’t you and I have a talk, young man.”

Soler suddenly felt a whole planet had been dropped on him. A… A talk? Did he know!?

“Y-…Yes, sir.” He didn’t know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. He deeply respected The Chief, he was a good man, but the way he said that…

The two walked around the village, full of young and old life doing chores like hanging clothes out on lines or cooking for the village feast. They didn’t usually eat in families on weekends but had big parties to celebrate their happy village community.

Soler loved it here, but the atmosphere was something he wasn’t accustomed too. They had welcomed him with open arms, a little hesitant about his presence at first before saving them from a wild creature of sorts. Soler was sure it was something dark and possibly enraged by battling one of Eggman’s robots, evident by oil all over its hide. But whatever it was, it wasn’t natural. Soler had gotten injured and some of that darkness infected his injury, but Luna tended to him and his strange power had taken care of the rest. He was a bit uncomfortable with how sincerely grateful they were to him, always making him special in any social gathering, but he took it with a polite smile and awkward head nod.

Today, it seemed The Chief wanted to talk about manhood. He began to recite something that sounded recited, if that makes any sense. So although Soler listened intently to the chief’s speech on what a true, righteous man is… he was instantly bored of the topic and observing the life of the bustling village about him. He was constantly in awe at it, watching the children play outside their little straw houses or huts. So modest an abode, but then again, no one seemed to notice wealth or poverty. It was like they all shared and communicated freely, nothing was bought or sold, but exchanged and handed out without contracts or agreements. Just… in the spirit of being friendly and neighborly.

He knew it was very different from the outside world though, but when The Chief began to change his tone, Soler immediately started to pay more attention to his long monologue.

“Now, a lot of people ask what a young man like you would want to be when he grows up. A warrior? Simple farmer? But any of man can be a truly good, exemplary, benevolent man regardless of upbringing or birth.”

The entire time, Soler felt uneasy. He wasn’t much into justice or goodness. He just did what he felt was for the benefit of other’s safety. A man has his own soul to look after, but that doesn’t mean he can’t risk it save another’s. He wanted to ignore again and scan the silkworks for a sign of Luna, maybe find her gathering hay in a field and carrying it to the storehouse. Either way, anything would be better than being stuck with a rambling old man about traditional man values…

Why can’t I just be my own kind of man?

“-And so a true man has a heart that will never yield to injustice, but always fight for what is right. Regardless of this, he also obeys the laws the citizens have placed by their own will and hearts. So, what I’m saying is, the fifth quality of a true, righteous man is to respect the hearts of others, as well as the laws they give to govern themselves- ah… Soler?” The chief hit his staff a few times to the ground, causing Soler to snap out of his walking-sleep and shake his head a second.

He immediately realized he had been caught daydreaming, and apologetically scratched the back of his head.

“E…heh.” Opps.

“…Ehem.” The Chief cleared his throat, showing he was aware that Soler was dozing off while walking with him. Which… his eyes were wondering a lot, and after a moment,… maybe he did rest them without realizing noticing he was dozing off…

The Chief sighed, “One day, you will become a man. What, prey tell, kind of man do you want to be?”

Without hesitation, Soler opened his mouth-

And yawned.

“You aren’t very keen on thinking of the future, are you, boy?” The chief relaxed his tensed-up shoulders a moment, showing his caring eyes again that told Soler he was off the hook.

At least, for now.

“Honestly, Chief… I wanted to tell you and Luna what I’ve been thinking and feeling lately.”

“Oh?” The chief seemed interested, switching his staff to the other hand and waiting patiently for Soler to continue. “Go on.”

“I… There’s just a… big, whole world out there!” Soler spread his arms out. “I mean… don’t get me wrong, you must know how I feel about your village, but…”

“Emhmm…” the chief smiled, leaning down and giving Soler a look like he knew how he felt about a certain daughter of his too…

But Soler shook off the feeling and smiled sheepishly, continuing with his original thought. “B-but I can’t help and feel like I want to go out there and see what other things I can learn and do. I want to come back! Honest! I just…” he felt his animated arms suddenly slow and drop to his sides. “…I’m sorry. I have to see who else I can help. If I even have control enough to help them.” He felt his uncertainty bite down on his words, but he felt he could tell The Chief anything. Even his own heart…

“There, there, boy. You are a typical young man.” The Chief put his arm around Soler’s shoulders, since he was quite a large man. But clearly, The Chief was beyond his own youthful years now and couldn’t really defend the village himself. Hearing Solar speak these things… Soler wondered if he’d really be okay with his words. “You don’t want to be stuck in a fishbowl, spinning in circles inside the plot of space allotted to you. And although I wish I could just say, ‘off you go!’ I’m afraid my fear for my village is a little more prominent on this matter than I hoped.”… or not.

He gave a fatherly shake on Soler’s shoulders before letting go and walking on, shaking his head. “What will we do without you, Soler? Is your mind made up or are you still willing to consider staying here?” it was a kind plea, one that made it hard to respond too.

Soler felt his heart ache a moment. “You’re a good leader, Chief. Honest, you are! I just… I have to go.” Soler admitted, though it pained him to see the Chief look so downhearted.

The Chief took a moment, not speaking as he clearly was sad to hear this.

But after a moment, he nodded and sighed, walking off. “I have no say in your life, Soler… I just wish I could convince you somehow.”

Soler bowed in respect, “Thank you… Chief.” He stopped to show he wasn’t going to follow and speak with The Chief further. The Chief looked sorrowfully over his shoulder to Soler, his eyebrows showing the concern for not only Soler’s life, but the safety of his village. He was a good man, though. He was going to let Soler do as he wished.

Now all Soler had to do… was break the news to Luna.

He looked behind him, wondering how on earth he was going to tell her.

…Easier said than done…

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The moon was high now, the stars not out yet, but the owls cooed on their sideline choirs. Soler opened his eyes, relaxing and having dozed off in a dream of his past for a moment.

He rubbed his eyes, placing his hands on his stomach. He yawned and pulled out the necklace.

“Hmm. So that’s the phase today.” He concluded, and let his head fall back to the soft grace he was resting on before.

He had matured so much since then… But his yawn still matched that boy from the dream… his past self. He had no idea what was in store to come.

Soler lowered his eyes,… remembering the horrors that would then ensnare Soler’s every step forward. The pity and the pain, the sorrow and the savagery.

“…Luna.” He began. He found that something new had slipped into the crevices of his broken heart.

“I want to ask Sally if she’d like to go on a walk with me.”

It wasn’t what he usually said to the moon, but it was just what popped out. He had conversations like this, out loud with the moon as the only witness, holding Luna’s necklace by his heart. The moon never responded, and neither did Luna.

But there was no silence this time. Crickets hopped with their strings creaking out into the night. The owls’ choir was still in full rehearsal for the dead of night, and the moon stayed motionless to observe the orchestra in the dark.

“Would you… feel betrayed if I did?” he felt the cold nip at his nose, causing him to shiver slightly. “You’re my long-lasting love, Luna… I appreciate you more than anything else in the world. You did so much for me… Will you let me get close to someone else? Move on? I’m just…” he turned on his side, “I’m just lonely again… feeling like I’m wanting a fishbowl… but denying it again and again.”

There was a swift wind that ruffled his quills on his back.

“Brr…” he felt the chill and got up, rubbing his arms and blowing some hot air into his hands. “It’s gonna be winter soon… I can’t come see the moon all the time like this. This isn’t a goodbye or anything… it’s kinda like…” he looked back up at the moon, shining as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to dull its glow. “Permission.”

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A pot crashed to the floor as the other girls in the storage room all stopped their cluttering chores and watched as Soler backed away from Luna.

She quickly turned around with glossy eyes, “Leaving..? Why? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing’s wrong!” Soler shook his hands out, and then looked around at the people around him.

Shoot. She should have come with me to our tree… but she just had to decide that she’d finally listen to her father for once and not leave the village!

Luna opened her mouth to say something but stopped as she closed it tight.

She forced her eyes not to blink, and quickly grabbed Soler’s arm, dragging him out of the room so no one could see the very real threat of tears coming to her eyes. One blink, and she would be a mess in front of those who looked up to her family for guidance and leadership.

Soler felt bad about whispering the news into her ear, but she refused to come with him, what else could he have done?

They hiked in silence as Soler tried to explain himself but Luna shushed him every chance he got a word out.

Finally, they were at their tree, where he originally asked her to go. “Luna, say something!” He begged when she let him go and spun around.

“Soler… I don’t want you to go.” She admitted, her voice shaking a moment in her emotions.

“I know… I know that, okay?” He gently approached her, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t cry, Luna… I’ll come back! I promise! I’ll bring you lots of things too. You’ll see, it’ll be like I never left.”

“…You don’t have to go, do you?” she looked up, and it broke his heart to see her so upset.

“…No.” he whispered, letting the word slip out of his mouth. “I want to go, though.”

“But why?” She moved away a second, “Am I not good enough?” she then raced back into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I thought you were going to protect this village!”

“I-…” he was losing it.

Why should I go?

He looked away.

Any guy would want to stay. Luna was amazing. Her father adored him. The village was just giddy to accept him into their family… so why?

He remembered.

“Luna, I have a power that is extremely dangerous, hidden inside of me.” He took her hands in his own, holding them together. “I do care about you, a whole awful lot, but…” he turned his head away from her, thinking carefully on his next words. “I also want to make sure that when I come back, I’m strong enough to protect more than just your village.” His eyes bore a witness of his love for her, but he worried she couldn’t understand. He had turned back to her, but she was still emotionally distraught, letting tears fall more willingly now that it was just the two of them.

That was Luna for you, always dropping her front for Soler. She only cared that he loved her, and the rest was meaningless.

But she clearly feared his words, and didn’t seem to understand why he was doing this.

Luna sniffed, looking at his nose and lightly moving her hand to drift a finger onto it, letting it slide down and reach his muzzle before continuing the stroke down to his mouth. “Just… stop talking, okay?”

He felt something flare up inside him, but he wasn’t sure what it was. The strange touch was hypnotic, it altered his thoughts a moment before her finger stopped at his mouth, and her words brought him back to reality. He hadn’t felt anything that powerful before, but he also chose to ignore it.

“Luna…” He looked down at her finger, feeling his lips move under its touch… He felt his whole body surrendering and he didn’t understand why. His will to continue to comfort and encourage her was the only thing keeping him talking. Reassuring her that he was coming home was the only thing that matter now. He had to make sure she understood him. That he would, honestly, come back!

“I said to stop… please…” she ducked her head into his chest fur, ruffling her face deeper inside it to rid herself of the tears and feel something warm and inviting again.

“I don’t care how powerful you are.” She spoke boldly now. “I don’t care! I love you!” she pulled out of his chest and lightly kissed him.

Now he was confused.

A moment ago, he was ready to pack up with a goal in mind. Hone his skills and help others, come back for Luna with gifts in hand, and live the rest of his life as a guardian over the little village.

But now..?

All he wanted to do was warp his arms around her thin waist, skim the skin of their lips over the other’s, and not think at all. Just feel.

He held her so close that there was nothing between them and brought her deeper into her misaimed kiss. It was rash and bold, and her inexperience led her to just dive and go for it. Thankfully, this didn’t deter his affections for her. He found where her lips were and started to kiss back, feeling her sudden strength falter and finally, she too surrendered her weight into him.

When air was required, the two parted and just hung in the moment, unable to separate feelings from reason.

“…How could I leave you?” his breathless confession gave her courage. “I’m madly in love with you, too…”

She went for another kiss, leaving him even more conflicted.

Nothing wanted to resist her, but everything in him knew he needed too.

She lured his resistance back down inside of him, pulling out a vulnerability he had never felt before. She lightly slid her hands down to his embracing arms, enticing him to follow her towards the side of their tree.

I have to stop this… if I don’t, she’ll never let me go.

His brain knew that, but his heart kept letting her lead.

Darn it! How is she so good at this!?

Though innocent to the ways of love, Luna seemed to have a knack for it. Whether she had been planning this for a while or just imagined it happening and played it out didn’t matter. Whatever it was, Luna was keeping him there, and that thought…

Scared him.

Luna leaned against the tree, pulling him close again as her fingers returned to the side of his face and brought his kiss deeper and deeper into her. When she moved away, he felt like the planet had shifted, opening his eyes and wondering what on earth was happening. It was great, but it was so sudden. What were we even talking about again?

“Then don’t go. Stay with me. Soler, don’t you want to stay?” it was so sweet, so inviting… he remembered once again what it was he had to do, what awful power lie inside of himself, and immediately took his hands away and placed them on the tree. They were on either side of her while he breathed a moment, shifting his eyes as he didn’t know now what to do. Give into his mind or his heart? What was the better option here?

“Please… don’t make this harder on me than it already is.” He was begging her to free him. Whatever entrapment she was casting on him, it was working all too well. “I don’t want to constantly have the fear that my power will burst out of me, hurt you or someone in your village.”

“Our village…” she cooed, moving towards his lips again.

Was this manipulation!? Should I care if it is or isn’t?! Luna… all I can think about is you now! Why is this so hard to bear…

In the middle of another passionate, but inexperienced kiss, he found his arms twitching to return to her sides… but he pulled away and placed them back on the tree’s trunk, resisting.

“No.” He had to side with his mind. Otherwise… otherwise… what horrors could happen to them if my powers whacked out and killed them all!?

“No, Luna…” He stated it again so faintly this time, she thought he had just been breathing.

She kissed his cheek and he pulled away once more, shaking his head but keeping his eyes shut. One look at her and he would be at her mercy again. He had to keep it together, somehow…

“Luna… Luna, I love you, but we’re so young.” It took every bit of him to fully move away, to think of her safety over the feelings she was tugging out of him. Like a tug-o-war, he kept fighting her gentle pulls and pulled back with his own. I have to win. For her safety. Why doesn’t she understand that!?

He shook his hand, rubbing the other hand through his quills as he moved away from their tree. I gotta calm down. If I don’t think clearly, I’ll disappoint The Chief… Or maybe… this is what The Chief meant by convincing me? No, no! They wouldn’t play me that way!

“Soler… I’m not a child anymore.” She asserted herself, stepping in front of him and cutting off his doubting thoughts. “It’s okay to kiss me. I don’t mind-“

“No, that’s not it! That kiss was amazing! Are you kidding me?!” His goofy side was coming out with his nerves, and she giggled at his response.

“Really..? It was my first…” she held her hands in front of herself, soaking in the praise and blushing with accomplishment. “But besides that… was it enough to make you stay?”

He froze, his hands still mid-motion running along the spikes on his head.

“…I just don’t think you’re listening to me.” He admitted, being honest. “I think all you hear is that I’m going away, but what you’re not hearing is that I’m coming back. For you, Luna. I’m going away and coming back for you.”

“You’re… leaving for me?” she decided not to argue about the ‘listening’ part, and instead, try and seek understanding.

“Yes!” he excitedly threw his hands up to his sides. “Yes! I want you safe! I want to make sure everyone is safe with me around! Do you understand, Luna? I want to stay, but I first have to make sure I’m safe.”

He put his hands to his heart, desperately hoping she’d understand now.

“You’ve seen my power before, haven’t you, Luna? Have you forgotten so quickly what I can do?”

“…You can… do incredible things.” She seemed to be understanding a bit more now, opening up to the idea more. This gave him strength in his resolve, but every fiber of his being wanted to reach for her cheek and pull her into another mutual kiss. He had to resist that urge though. He knew now he had to leave… tonight.

“But those things aren’t always incredibly good. They can also turn incredibly dangerous in seconds. I don’t have any control over it, Luna. What if one day—And I mean one day as in some day—I seriously hurt you beyond my current capabilities? What if, while I’m still growing up, my powers grow with me and I can’t take back what they do?”

Her face sunk into a look of hopelessness. “Do you really think it controls you?” she looked into his eyes.

“I have no idea what it is, or what it can do.” He admitted, moving up and finally letting his fingers curl around her cheek bones and place his forehead to hers. He closed his eyes, squinting them so hard he thought he’d burst into tears if he didn’t. “But I won’t let it happen. I’ll sharpen my powers. I’ll be someone who can save others. Not just on a fluke, but for real. I took a hit for you, remember? I really need you to take this one for me…”

He felt wrong pulling that out of the bag in such a way as he did. But it was his last resort. “Let me go, Luna?” he asked, so sincerely. “Let me go and be a good man.”

She gently… lifted her hand to his own and nodded, crying softly without words.

They stayed in the others embrace for a moment, holding one another as their emotions came back to a somewhat reasonable stability. After a moment of silence, Luna consoled herself and reserved her feelings. She looked back up at him, feeling him gently wipe her tears away with a soft smile on his face.

She finally spoke, “Okay.” She said lightly.

She held a long blink a moment, as if forcing herself to say it again. She opened her eyes and looked up into his again, “Okay…”

That night, Luna stood outside his small, roughly constructed hut the villagers had made for him as he gathered his things. He didn’t have much, but he needed supplies for a long journey. He didn’t give her a set time, not wanting to make any promises he couldn’t keep, but he did give her one last kiss. However, she pulled quickly out of it, not saying a word.

It lingered, that heartache from her silence and reserved attitude as he waved one last time down the track that lead to her home, the lively and pleasant village.

She didn’t wave back, she just winked with a forced smile.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Luna… Every time you see the sunrise-“ he pointed to the moon, “And every time I see the moon, I’ll be thinking of you.”

“…I’ll pray that the sun rises every day then.” She held her necklace tightly in her hand, holding in the words she really wanted to say. “Don’t go… don’t go…”

“I love you… I love you…” every time he wanted to look back, he took another step forward, uttering the words after her own silent pleadings.

She mouthed more of the same desperate longings for him to rush back into her arms, returning to her and forgetting everything he had said previously. But as he left earshot, heading off into the night, she could see each firm foot-fall at every step he dared to take. She knew then that he wouldn’t be tempted to turn back to her, and formed a strong face in the mist of her turmoil inside her heart.

She would be there when he returned, he just knew it.

He had to trust his gut.

But his gut was saying…

Don’t go.

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Soler woke up with Sally hurriedly placing blankets on his head.

“H-huh?”

“Quick! Get me some hot water, anything to fight off the cold.”

“C-cold?”

“You idiot!” she saw he had awoken and placed her hands on her hips, stubbornly. “You fell asleep just before the winter night! Are you asking to get ill or something?”

He lifted a cold hand to his head, burning with a fever.

“Guess I was…” he joked, but Sally just rolled her eyes and then smiled at him.

“Well, how inconsiderate of you. Now we have to use precious medicine meant for emergencies on your slight fever.”

“Is it that bad?”

“I didn’t emphasize ‘slight’, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then you’re not doing so hot.”

“Duly noted. Temperature?”

“What do you care? Your fever is your own doing. I’ll get a cold washcloth for your head, just don’t move from that spot, alright?” She was harsh, but there was always a loving touch behind each sarcastic jab.

I was almost thankful I got sick. Sally personally stayed by my side and nursed me. It was day two and she was making soup for me, waving off another freedom fighter from worrying about me. She said, “I’ll handle this one. You just make sure Nicole doesn’t overheat with all the decoding Tails and Rotor are making her do. Is Amy still with Sonic? Tell her he’s fine and he’s just being a baby. How about Shadow? You should tell him Soler’s fallen ill by his own accord. I don’t know, don’t ask me. We found him lying on a hill shivering in the absolute worst state last night. We would have never found him without Team Chaotix picking his signal up while searching for badniks.”

Soler smiled slightly, his eyes blinking a few times as he listened in on her voice while waking up to its worried tone, honing all his senses onto it.

Then she came in, making him nervous as he found he pulled the covers of the blankets up a bit before Sally saw he was awake.

With a kind smile, she put some food down and helped him sit up, “How are you feeling now? You gave us all quite a scare.” She slightly repeated herself, but this time, with a bit more care.

He didn’t really know how to tell her. It was on accident that he had fallen ill, but he was purposefully there to watch the moon…

“How’s the resistance?”

“The Freedom Fighters won’t give up, you know that. Much like how Sonic won’t quit complaining either.” She rolled her eyes before winking and leaning slightly closer to Soler, “At least you were knocked out before you could start whining, right?”

He snickered, “No one likes a cry-baby.”

“Ah, but everyone loves babies.” Sally joked again, “At least you’re being good. Anything hurt?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

She surprised him by placing her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature and then comparing it with her own. She moved closer and lifted the hand away, placing it down for support as she placed her forehead up against his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever that made his cheeks feel warm or not, but she pulled her lips back into a fine line and ‘hmm’d at the results of her investigation into his temperature. “It’s going down, which is good.”

He stared at her for a moment, the closeness between them bringing a small pulse of joy to his soul. He had to be utterly still, worried if he moved, she would also move away.

“Sally…” he begins, but the second he says her name…

“Am I not good enough?”

“Ahgh…”

Soler was the one to pull away first, feeling himself falter as Luna’s voice pierced his mind from that profound memory he had dreamed again. He hated that he was the reason the closeness between him and Sally was unbreached, but couldn’t be disgruntled about it now.

“Soler?” Sally worriedly leaned back before reaching for him.

He raised a hand, gripping the other to his head. “I’m fine. I’m fine… Sorry.” He didn’t want to explain it, but it wasn’t the physical illness that was plaguing him.

All he wanted to do was ask her. Why did guilt grip at him so much?

He didn’t want to shame his memory of Luna, his first ever love. He didn’t know whether true love was a thing or not, but he didn’t want to believe he could never find it again either.

“…You don’t have to go, do you?” she looked up, and it broke his heart to see her so upset.

“…No.” he whispered, letting the word slip out of his mouth. “I want to go, though.”

I really want to go, Luna. Please…

“Soler… do you need some more medicine? Here, at least eat something.” She got the food and placed it in front of his ducked head. He nodded, slowly reaching for it as Sally went to get some pills, dipping them in some water as they sprang out into dust. She spun the cup around, letting the particles dissolve and seem to disappear in the water.

“It’s not gonna taste great.”

Anything to drown out the pain.

He took the cup and began to gulp it down, then ate at the warm soup and licked his lips at the lingering flavor.

He didn’t want to hurt Luna again… even if it was just the memory of her.

I’m sorry, Sally. He mentally scolded himself for listening to a memory. But he couldn’t… he couldn’t refuse her again.

“Let me go, Luna? Let me go and be a good man.”

“Hoo… if you ask me, we’ve all been overworked lately.” Sally sighed before sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, kicking a leg over her other and rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Everyone has been demanding so much of us… Eggman is relentless and Shadow and Sonic still haven’t made amends about their last ‘dispute’.” She looked a little strained… this would be the perfect moment.

“You need a vacation.” Soler politely stated with a hint of humor in his gruff voice, due to his condition.

“A beautiful girl like yourself shouldn’t be working day in and day out without some sort of afternoon walk.”

She looked up at him for a moment. After processing what he stated, she smiled and rested her chin on her hand, leaning on the armrest. “Yeah, and get a cold just like you? Becoming useless to everyone for two days..?” she teased with a friendly smile.

Were we… flirting?

“I couldn’t do a vacation, maybe a break though.”

This really was the perfect moment, but before he could try and push the memory of Luna aside, trying to delicately remind himself that she wasn’t even here… but was gone, he faded off into his fever. “Would be… kinda nice… to walk with… someone…again.” his eyes drooped and he finally receded back into his deep sleep.

“Soler? Soler, are you okay?” She stood up, “Soler!” She raced to his bedside, but he could feel the sleep coming on and knew the dream would only continue where it left off.

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Fire.

Screams had already deafened out into silence.

Soler watched as Luna was killed right before his eyes, then a vile threat from the shadowed figure, unable to be identified through the haze of the smog from the village flames and the burning that blurred Soler’s eyes.

Why did I have to go?

After the terrible events, he held Luna’s body, desperate to sense life in it.

She was gone. Not a single word of goodbye or even a reunion from being gone so long.

His emotions couldn’t handle it. He just clutched her lifeless and bleeding body in his hands. The blood was hot on his hands, but he felt numb to it. The red only blurred in the sight of the massive fog moving like a carpet that smelled of burning flesh and wood.

His eyes were half open, squinting through the tears and stinging air. He could hardly breathe. His heart was smashed under the stress, not even wanting to beat anymore, but the adrenaline kept him alive.

Red… the sky soaked the world in an endless red.

Dawn.

When everything in him finally came back to reality, he carried Luna’s body through the ash-filled village; at least, what remained of it. He continued to walk as though a ghost passing through a memory. For a moment, the village was alive again. Young men and women walked at a leisurely pace to do their chores, and the elders of the village worked their wheels or cooked their meals safely tucked away in their little homes. Life was blissful and uneventful. Was that why I had to leave?

He was entranced in his vision before his eyes twitched when his foot bumped up against something.

Looking down, he noticed he had knocked a small doll to the side, but it slowly rolled back to look directly up at Soler. Its expression was singed with black soot. What have I done?

Of course it wasn’t Soler’s fault, but he fell to his knees, gripping Luna’s body and letting her blood dry on his white fur.

He crumbled in the center of the village, leaning forward all the way till his head rested just above her side, crying out a loud, grieving mourn.

His wailing chased the birds that came to eat the corpses away, cawing at his abruptness in the now stilled morning.

How long have I been like this? How much time has passed?

Crying out in such agonized pain, he felt his voice grow sore and losing itself.

More. I have to cry more. It’s not enough!

Some lasting flames still licked at the remaining and burnable woods, straws, and yarns that were all but dust by the time Soler had arrived.

Luna… Chief… the villagers…

Gone.

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Soler flinched awake, gasping as he felt his breath fill with clean air again. Fresh, pine-smells from the forest outside blew from the window above his low-riding bed. The dews of the last rainfall lingered in the cool breeze as he tried to get his bearings again.

The heat of that morning… it was so vivid and tangible just a moment ago. It was immediately replaced by this… this peaceful and serene morning.

His sweat made him shiver, gripping the blankets and trying to rub them against his shoulders and arms.

He felt better physically, but there was still a fever deep in his memory… a fever of Neo Metal Sonic… a recalling of past events that were now, eternally, seared into his mind.

He hadn’t had that real of a nightmare for a while. He thought—maybe, his PTSD had finally passed. He wondered for a long time while taking his walks, reading his books, training in the forest, and on the mountain sides that perhaps he could live a normal life again.

That apparently wasn’t the case.

“Aughh…” he rubbed his head, wiping his nose on his glove and looking himself over. “I need a bath.” He stuck his tongue out, disgusted at the idea of him being asleep for so many days in the same, now sweat-soaked bed.

He flipped the sheets over and began to walk towards the bathroom. Gripping the hose from atop the makeshift shower, he washed himself down and cleaned his clothes the old-fashion way. All he had were his shoes and gloves anyway, he wasn’t as lazy and inconsiderate of other people’s time as some would have supposed.

After that… he just got up and went to look for something to do. If his mind was occupied, maybe his heart would be too.

Tails and Rotor… Sally had mentioned they were getting Nicole to work on some things. He wasn’t really tech savvy, but he could hold his own in a conversation if needs be.

He decided to head over there first, and wasn’t surprised to see Sonic and Shadow peering with different expressions at the results flying through the computer screen.

Yikes… Shadow looks concerned.

He was probably the only person alive who would read Shadow’s multiple frowns. Where one may say he’s angry, Soler would say he’s just thinking. Someone could accuse Shadow of being condescending, and Soler would politely suggest he’s just showing some tough love.

Amy once thought Shadow was being rude, but Soler calmly explained he was attempting humor.

Sonic would battle with Shadow through wit and brawns, but Soler just knew that’s how they got along.

So when he saw Shadow’s face, he knew he wasn’t ticked off by Sonic’s grin, but simply worried about the results he was reading.

“You’re being too rash, Sonic.” Shadow almost growled the words out, but there was a refined elegance to his stance. He pivoted a foot toward him, removing his folded arms to gesture one out to him. This action forced Sonic to look at the movement and pay attention to his words, which made Soler smile, because Shadow seemed to also have an understanding of how Sonic worked. “If we try an all-out, frontal attack with these numbers… Some of our people may not be coming back.” He tightened his fist, showing his resolve in not losing anymore comrades.

Soler tightened the line of his mouth, not sure what he thought of that statement. If Shadow’s concerned, then this next raid must be a big deal…

“What’s to worry about?” Sonic shrugged, still happy-go-lucky as ever. “We’ve got Nicole to figure out all the possibilities and she’s already confirmed what we need is in there. We just have to use some sneak and distraction to get it out.” He wiggled his fingers down and moved them swiftly to the side, as though stating the ‘distraction’ part would be a walk in the park.

Soler decided to lean on the door post, listen for further clues before possibly saying anything.

“…Nicole.”

The voice freaked him out a moment, leaning up again from his relaxed stance and turning to see Sally stride forward, placing herself between Shadow and Sonic. She really did look regal, positioning herself right between the two different opinions of these powerful men.

“Is that machine you found really worth all this trouble?”

Sonic put a hand to his hip, tilting his head to Sally as though hoping she would side with him, but looked up to see Nicole’s answer instead.

“… I’m so sorry, Sally. But if Eggman really does complete the framework and design that Tails and Rotor showed me… it would be devastating for the entire Freedom Fighting cause. Not only would he be trying to mass-robotize whole continents with this device, but the level of fire-power in these system outlines also concludes a possible, massive war-weapon.”

“Is he that desperate to know our location?” Shadow countered, but Sonic snickered a reply as quick as blue lightning.

“Nah, he’s through trying to find our many stashed bases all over Mobius. He’s ready to just blow it all sky-high and rebuild later!” Sonic’s attitude rubbed Soler the wrong way, and he finally stepped forward.

“You should be taking this a bit more seriously, Sonic.” Defending Shadow’s end, Soler watched as Sonic and the others turned to address him.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the moon-watcher.” Sonic smiled, raising an eyebrow. “You done with your ‘light cold’ yet?”

Soler knew he was teasing him, but he still felt a little insulted. His eyelids dropped halfway to show his unamused expression as Sonic twitched at his serious response.

“Geez, you usually love my quips.” He pfft’d. “Someone’s been hanging out with Mr. Grumpy Quills too much.” He looked to Shadow. “Your boy’s up.”

“He’s not a boy, nor mine.” Shadow glared to Sonic but stepped up to Soler. “Your timing couldn’t be more perfect. We’ve got an ideal mission for your abilities. We need someone to endure Eggman’s offenses while we storm his fortress. We’re after that.” He pointed back to the screen as Nicole showed the massive fighter ship, still under construction in some areas.

Nicole then materialized in front of Sonic and Sally, stepping boldly to Shadow and Soler. “Is this really a clear plan?” She questioned, looking sheepishly scared at Shadow’s suggestion. “He’s an able fighter, but…”

“What Nicole is trying to say,��� Sally about-faced, moving over to Shadow and Nicole. “Is that Soler is inexperienced and can get a little emotional when coming to his full power.”

Soler looked down, a little embarrassed she was speaking this way about him.

“Then I haven’t trained him enough.” Shadow quickly looked back at him, a true teacher’s anger as Soler felt fear spike up his spine.

Shadow gripped the top of Soler’s head, “If your last little outburst didn’t teach you patience and reason, then I have no choice but to put you through the ringer…” he started to drag Soler out the door, and knowing how awful Shadow’s routines could be, Soler knew his struggles wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Shadow’s perfectionist views this time.

“Wait-!” Sally outstretched her hand.

Oh, thank Chaos!

Sally looked kindly to Soler, “…He just recovered. I’ll talk to him. I’m the leader of the Freedom Fighters after all. I’ll judge whether he’s really ready or not.”

Shadow gave her a stern look as he slowly released Soler’s head from his firm, killer death grip.

“Very well… but if he doesn’t amount to your expectations…��� He folded his arms, glaring down at Soler, as if to say- Don’t disappoint me a second time.

Soler gulped. Even after all these years, Shadow still saw him as a hopeless child.

Sonic clutched his stomach and laughed, walking over and swinging an arm around Soler. “Man! You should have seen the look on your face!”

Soler pouted, “It’s not like you haven’t had a time where Sally’s saved your butt either, Blue.”

“Hahahahaha-Watch it.” Almost as if a tick on a clock’s hand, Sonic’s charming ways shifted to a serious look of humiliation.

“Heh. Men will be boys.” Sally shook her head and then waved for Soler to follow her. “Come on, Soler. I’m ready for that ‘walk’ now.”

Soler could feel a gentle but heated blush on his face, but Sonic leaned toward his cheek with a suspicious side glance, leering on the colorful pink of his face…

“Now, what’s this..?”

 “Ah! G-got to go! Can’t keep a princess waiting!” Soler quickly leaned away and dashed. Not wanting to be found out, he charged to Sally’s side.

Sonic seemed confused, but only thought about it for a moment before growing bored and shrugging it off.

Shadow walked the opposite direction away from the two, and Sally sighed after seeing him out of ear-shot. “That was close.” Sally breathed out.

“Huh?” Soler looked back at her, seeing her face light up with a short giggle.

“What do you mean, ‘huh’?” she lightly nudged his shoulder, “I mean I just saved you from Shadow, the drill sergeant.” She laughed a little more boldly now that the two of them were heading into the thick of the forest.

She touched her head and arched her arm in, really letting herself enjoy the feeling. “Man, I haven’t laughed that good in a while!”

He smiled, seeing her happy made him feel good, even if that laughter was directed at an odd circumstance…

“Hehe… What’s gotten into you, anyway? I thought you wanted to take a walk and not get involved in war affairs for a while.” She looked onward, but Soler just kept staring at her.

“That’s…” he finally looked away, uncomfortable about mentioning Sonic’s words.

“What? You really think I don’t know you well enough?” She raised a playful eyebrow, and for a moment, he realized she thought he was going to say something else.

“N-no, no. That’s not-“ Before he could say anything more, she suddenly quieted down and smiled. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back.

“…Hmm… Maybe I only imagine the parts of you I don’t know.” She looked up at the sky, lingering there as Soler was completely captured in how she looked. Her brown fur in the morning light made a blonde line around her body. Her red hair glistened and waved like grass along the hillside.

She finally positioned her gaze forward towards the continuing dirt path, a sorrowful expression taking root in her eyes. “I often think you’re this poor, misunderstood softie who just has a pretty hard-knock past… who doesn’t? But then I see you lose control like that… and I begin to see why Shadow takes you so seriously.”

He felt his mouth grow dry, nerves at what she was saying sinking in.

“I’m…” He looked away from her. “Dangerous, I know.”

“No, not that.” She quickly spoke out, but then corrected herself, “I mean, by all accounts, each member of the Freedom Fighters is possibly dangerous. Maybe you are destructive, but… So are the rest of us. In one way or another.” Her comforting, yet completely brash words made him slowly turn back to her.

“You’re not afraid?”

“I’m only afraid of what Eggman knows, and what I don’t know about what he knows.” She tightened her stare to a deeper resolve, and he knew he touched a nerve then.

“S-sorry.” He looked forward, realizing he should drop that subject…

She grew serious then, ducking her head down, walking with more precision and a stronger stride. “I have to be everything this resistance needs me to be… I can’t afford to be afraid. Only cautious and wise.”

Soler nodded, “I think I understand that.” He then saw the awfulness of war in her face, the sweet girl that had to pull everything back to be a vicious warrior who couldn’t pay the price of defeat.

He felt his hand reach for her, but withdrew it back to his side, rubbing his arm.

A pair of lips mouthed ‘Don’t go’ in his mind’s eye.

His eyes quaked and he froze a moment, shaking his head and gripping it to try and rid himself of the jarring memory.

“Soler?” Sally stopped walking and turned back to him, looking concerned. “Is something wrong? Was it something I said?”

He looked to her kind and compassionate expression.

…How could I leave you?

“Augh!”

Soler turned away from her, gripping his head with more force now. “Stop it!”

Sally looked confused, but carefully walked towards him with her arms out. “Soler… what’s going on? Are you hurt?”

I’m madly in love with you, too…

“Soler?”

“I’m… It’s a memory!”

“A memory?” Sally stopped, letting her foot delicately land in front of her for a second as she processed what he was saying. “Is this..?”

…Was it enough to make you stay?

“Augh…” he fell to his knees. “Luna… let me go. Let me be a good man… let me… move on.” He found himself curling up, his quills sticking out and shaking.

Sally waited a moment, but couldn’t stand watching him suffer like this.

“Soler.” She firmly stated, tightening a fist, “This isn’t real.”

His tearing eyes burst open, looking up at Sally who morphed with Luna’s image, coming towards him.

“It’s just a memory, right? It can’t hurt you, Soler… You’re not alone.” She gently sat beside him and then…

He could feel her touch.

He breathed hard, hunched over as he was, while she gently glided her fingers with a stroke against his back, lovingly calming and comforting him. “This must be a side I don’t know about you, yet.” She concluded, letting her fingers weave through his standing quills and gently encourage them to lower back down.

“I’ve seen Sonic in a cold-sweat, waking in a frenzy and heard him say it was all just PTSD from losing his uncle… But he got his uncle back… and those nightmares ended. I had almost forgotten that not all people are as fortunate.”

He looked up, and gasped when he saw a tear streaming down her face.

It was like a goddess weeping, her look of serenity. “I had to let my father and mother go, too… I often forget that feeling. It was like freedom and remorse all crammed into one, big heart.” She smiled gently as she blinked her eyes open, showing more tears falling from her strong, sweet presence.

He couldn’t help but stare, like a welcomed angel to help him through his grief.

He felt so embarrassed, having such a huge episode in front of her. He squished his face against the earth and rubbed himself into it deeper and deeper, wishing he could just barrow away and be left to his miserable self.

“I don’t deserve this.” Soler admitted, “… I deserved to die instead of-“ He found himself choking to say her name in front of Sally.

Sally seemed to understand that he didn’t want to discuss it, and removed her hand from his back, nodding with empathy. “Let’s not talk further about it then.”

She helped him up, letting him get his balance again before smiling up at him, “We can still have a nice walk after this, right?”

He was grateful for her humor, and nodded. “Please,… don’t end the journey on my account.”

She thought that funny too. “Journey? I suppose in many ways, it is.” She began to walk beside him again, just letting him catch his breath.

“…Soler, I want you to know…” she gently took his arm, seeing him stagger a moment. “I’m here if you need anything.” She looked up at him again. “Anything at all.”

For a moment, he could see a whole different world in her eyes. A world where there wasn’t death and mourning; a world where a beautiful woman and distraught man could walk through the woods and feel at peace by one another’s sides.

Then, there was a loud explosion.

The two turned immediately back to base, hearing shouting as they looked up.

Sally cried out, “Eggman! He’s already found us!”

A squadron of Eggbots and more elite soldiers suddenly dropped from the sky like metallic rain. They crashed into huts and homes, buildings and gardens, sparing nothing as they continued their onslaught.

“The plans must have been old. He’s already created his war ship!”

Soler’s eyes scanned the blasts from the robot army’s arm-canons and lasers sparking fires everywhere. The screams…

Everyone running around in horror…

He went to grip his head but stopped himself, shaking as his muscles twitched with rage and rising vengeance.

His eyes slowly narrowed down. He bolted forward, summoning his power within him and charging back to the hideout.

“Soler!” Sally wasn’t trying to stop him, only alerting him to her presence close behind him.

“Eeeevvvillll day, citizens!” A voice spoke through a speaker, ringing through the sky and to the ground. The EggCarrier was a fierce looking blimp with Eggman’s nose as its point, and his mustache as its sharp and spiked wings.

“Whohooho! Weren’t expecting company now, were you?!” Eggman’s booming voice fueled the emotions inside of Soler. He definitely didn’t care if his power was stable inside him at the moment. All Soler cared about was getting to that ship fast enough!

Suddenly, as if summoned by his desire to fight, Tails and Sonic were seen soaring at an angle in the X-Tornado. Seizing his opportunity, Soler pushed off and grabbed the tip of its wing.

“Woah!” Sonic looked to the side of him, seeing Soler.

A moment of unspoken resolve was sent across the space between them, and Sonic paused a moment to register the sheer determination in Soler’s eyes.

There was unfinished business. He needed to vent and he needed this fight. Now.

Sonic smiled, understanding the look in his eyes and lowering a hand down to him. “Well, come on then.” He spoke out calmly as Soler nodded, lifting an arm up to grip the wing better and grab Sonic’s hand.

He climbed aboard the wing next to Sonic and hung on with one hand tightly clasped down on the front edge of the wing.

He looked down to Sally, slowing her run as she gapped at his feat.

“…I’m sorry.” He lightly spoke out, but he saw her nod as though she understood the look in his eyes as well, and raced to help the village of Freedom Fighters.

“You tagging along, too?” Tails looked up and to the side, raising an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of Soler.

Sonic chuckled, looking back at Soler as he smirked.

He gave Tails a thumbs-up, “More like a stowaway. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all!” Tails looked just as fired up, but maybe in a different way. He had been cooped up with Rotor and Nicole for so long… he probably needed to let out steam and give his head a break.

“Although, this is rather a tedious mission… You sure you can keep your powers under control?” Tails inquired, but Sonic quickly interjected for Soler.

“Shadow’s his teacher, right? I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’ve fought by Soler’s side plenty of times. He’s a bro!” Sonic winked and then looked to Soler, showing some confidence in the youth. “Let me ask you something.” He said this with a humorous tone in his voice, but also with one of sincerity. “That machine we were talking about before… the massive Robotizer… Think you can use that chaos of yours to good use?”

Soler thought about it a moment. He wanted to say, ‘Absolutely!’ but he was somewhat unsure.

After all this time, he was still scared of his abilities. But now, he wanted to take courage. He wanted to be more than his nightmares.

He glared towards the EggCarrier. “Leave it to me.”

“We need something strong and sure. You ready for this?”

“…I will be.” Soler felt every fiber of his being fill with chaos power. It was almost as if the power inside of him knew how desperately he needed to prove himself. He wasn’t a ghost of his past, he was still alive. He could still fight.

Tails began to warn them, turning the plane at a sharp right to have the plane perfectly adjacent to a loading dock where some of the robots were falling from.

“Jump off here! I’ll take some out before they hit the ground!” Tails hollered out.

“Good thinking, Tails!” Sonic looked to Soler. “Ladies first.”

Soler rolled his eyes and jumped. While Sonic chuckled and jump below him, Soler smirked and grabbed Sonic’s top quill. “Then,” he spun in the air to throw Sonic into a horde of marching robots that were about to fall below. “After you!” His tactical swing was so strong that Soler forced Sonic to instinctively spin into a ball, taking out the lines of robots like a bowling ball on the loading dock.

Sonic created a path as Soler began to punch and round-house kick stragglers who managed to dodge Sonic’s attack.

Sonic kept spin-dashing, coming back to homing attack any robots aiming for Soler as Soler let out a few Chaos Spears and then showered the area inside with a Chaos Hailstorm. “HAAAAAA!!!”

The robots were stabbed through and misfired, hitting the loading dock as its side became detached.

“W-woah!” Sonic unspun and put a hand to the unstable metal, seeing the dock slide off one hinge and begin to dangle a moment from the EggCarrier.

“Soler!” he cried out, grabbing his hand and swinging him up inside the blimp.

Soler slid inside, seeing a few robots fire at him and dodged as best he could while still on the ground and holding Sonic’s hand.

“Take… this!” with his torso straining, he flung Sonic up from the edge before the boarding dock detached and began falling towards the village. Luckily, the X-Tornado took out the falling debris to be less dangerous, and Sonic spun into more of the large army.

Soler felt a laser glaze his shoulder and another fire into his side.

“Awk!” He fell to a knee, not sure which area to grab first. “S…Sonic, get out of the way!” he felt his power charging. His fingers twitched. He was going for the machine…

The machine had just started to descend, a large panel on the blimp’s floor opened in a spiral as the robots were flung out of the blimp from the powerful winds.

“Hmmm!? And what are you planning to do!?” Eggman’s voice blasted in his ears.

“I’m going to…” Soler stopped speaking a moment, looking below as the wind began to scoot his feet towards the opened hole. “Grrk…” he gritted his teeth, trying to stay upright and not get sucked into the wind tunnel.

Sonic grabbed a bar near him and looked to Soler, straining to stay upright as well. “How much time you need?”

“I…” Soler felt himself faltering. The chaos power began to rage inside of him. What was he fighting for? He just wanted to get rid of all these feelings. It was too much on him.

What am I fighting for? Luna’s memory? A future for the Freedom Fighters? Why can’t I make up my mind?

Almost at once, he saw the machine turn on, wheeling two giant gears as the beam charged.

“Soler!” Sonic cried out, “NOW!”

He heard… but he couldn’t move.

His eyes shook.

Luna…

Chief…

Shadow…

Sonic…

Sally…

He closed his fist, then his eyes, and ducked his head. The power around him was growing in unusual strength.

“You didn’t have to do that…” she commented, fixing him up before tightening the bandages as he held in another painful cry, puffing his cheeks up with air. ‘Mercy…’ he thought to himself. She smiled at his cute attempt to swallow the air back down but knew what it all meant. “But I’m very grateful you did.” she held him in a stare for a moment, but it felt like a long while to him. Looking into her eyes… was like watching a constellation go by…

She turned with a blush, “So is my father-!” she chimed in, clearing her throat at her obvious nerves that spiked as he didn’t look away from her. “A-and my village! We’re all in debt to your sacrifice and-and…”

He shook his head, a softer side coming out of him as his face turned to one of hope.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

“…Thank you.”

He could see the memory, but the voice was his own. He knew now. He knew what he was fighting for.

“Please… think of the real people around you… think of the hero you want to be… the one Luna saw in you… that day you saved her life.” Amy said.

His eyes flexed and his pupils dilated. He recounted taking that bullet for her.

His hand twitched, the light in it slowly fading away…

“Life is worth saving, Soler… Don’t throw your life away for one victory… that needlessly leads to further suffering and pain. We’d all miss you, Soler… we all love and need you so much…” she lowered her head, crying into his chest as the warm tears cooled his boiling rage…

“This isn’t a redemption anymore.” Soler smiled, looking up with a relief he hadn’t found in years. “I have people to protect again. I have a me I want to be. I’m not meant to mope around or sob over lost stories…”

“What?” Sonic looked a little weirded out at his spoken narrative. “Look, I’m all for redemption arcs, b-but… is now really the time!?”

“I had my repentance… I had my redemption… it’s time… to save everyone like Luna and her village! Those who don’t have anyone! I’m not as useless as I used to be! I’m strong now! I’m strong enough to save everyone!” He jumped, feeling the wind take him into the line of fire.

“S-…Soler!?!?” Sonic’s eyes widened, “What the… Soler!” thinking the worst, Sonic let go and dived for him.

He didn’t make it in time.

“It’s time for my origin to end… and my new beginning… to start.” Soler smiled, thinking back on the happy times, the good moments from his past and his present. The future… never looked more beautiful.

He saw Sally in his mind’s eye, he saw Luna next to her, happily cheering him on and then looking to Sally, smiling to her and then back to Soler.

“Thank you… Luna.” He let the power soar through him, “I’ll never stop loving you… but thank you for letting me love more than I ever thought possible.”

The laser blasted out its robotic chemical beam, but as the metal began to engulf his being, losing his will…

His chaos reversed, blasting out a Chaos Canon as he shoved his half-metallic arms up at the machine, crying out just before losing all feeling in his body. “CHAOS CANNNOOONN!!!”

A huge surge of a synergy burst spread throughout the blimp, the beam was cut off from reaching the ground.

Immediately, the machine began to be coated in an extra layer of metal, as though the chaos power reverted the effects onto itself, and the machine began to malfunction and finally…

KA-KA-KABBBOOOMMMM……!!!!!!!

The sound wave sent Sonic flying back to the side of the ship. “Offph!” he slammed against the wall, but refused to give up. Thinking his friend was in need of him, he got himself off the wall and pushed off, fighting the wind-force that was continually funneling him away instead of inside the gapping hole in the middle of the EggCarrier, the exact opposite of before.

Soler felt the metal slowly chip off his skin, being revived to his normal colors from the roboticization process. He had reversed the effects… this could be huge, but he didn’t have enough strength to dwell on it further.

He could feel something launch into himself and pull him out of the blast of the crippled machine, falling in pieces, being blown off and toppling through the sky, shot into dust by the X-Tornado.

His ears were ringing with deafness. His eyes glazed as the steel-like sight returned to normal and Sonic landed on the X-Tornado.

Everyone below… are they okay? I hear… cheering… Sonic… Did you save me?

As he came too, he thought he could see a Silver-quilled hedgehog. He reached for her, seeing only Luna.

“….You did well, Soler. I’m so proud of you. Thank you… for saving everyone.”

“L…Luna…”

“Hehe! You silly, hedgehog! I’m glad you’re not hurt. Do me a favor, okay? Don’t forget what you said… I won’t.”

“I… I will protect them… Luna. For you… and for all those… I care about.”

“Good. Don’t let me down, mister!” ”Soler!”

Sally’s voice broke the trance as he saw the image fade and Sally’s blurry image race through it, falling down to his side.

Was I already on the ground? We landed safely?

“Sonic! What did you let him do!?”

“Me?! Why is it always me?! I saved his life! He was about to die in the line of fire!” animatedly, Sonic looked a bit offended but let Soler down to the ground as carefully as he could. “Hmph, it’s not like you ever worry this much about me.”

“You don’t have cosmic power that could kill you!” she gave him a side glare.

Sonic sweat-dropped a moment and awkwardly shrugged, “But I got a willful soul to worry about…”

“Impulsive, impractical-!”

“S…Sally.” Feeling bad for Sonic, Soler redirected those beautiful blue eyes back to him again.

“Soler… Are you okay? What were you thinking? You could have been robotized or worse!”

“Heh,… Good to … see you too.”

She threw her arms around him, thankful as she tried to hold her emotions within herself. “I was so worried… that you would have become… another painful memory…”

This time, there wasn’t any flashback that would pull him away from her now.

He struggled to lean up, but he willed his body to do so, tucking an arm around her and holding her closer to himself. He rested his head next to hers, hearing her light gasp as she felt his presence more strongly now.

“I promise you, too, Sally… I will be a living memory of how merciful the world can be.”

Sally’s eyes couldn’t hold back the tears.

“Sorry to worry you.”

Sonic stepped back a moment, seeing the two’s interaction, he began to look a little worried himself…

“Is it just me… or did you two get a little… close all of a sudden?” He seemed a bit apprehensive.

Sally glared up at him, “At least he can openly talk deep with me. Unlike some boys I’ve dated.”

“Hey!”

It wasn’t long after that, when Soler finally found a safebox that he hand-painted himself, and put Luna’s necklace in it. He dug a pretty good hole near the hill he star-gazed and admired the moon on, placing the box in it and marking it as a much needed grave for her.

With her body so burnt up, there wasn’t much too bury last time… this was much more peaceful and freeing for him.

So many bodies… at least this was a proper farewell.

This is the least I can do for you… Luna.

He gently bent down and kissed the ground he had just thrown over the box. Leaning up, he looked at the sky, seeing no moon tonight…

“Sleep well… Luna.” He wiped a tear from his eye and walked back to town, hoping to help out in repairing the damages.

Getting back, he hoisted a log with others over his shoulder and began to carry it to its designated site… Then Sally caught his attention.

She seemed to be giving directions and orders, holding a clipboard and checking it often before giving anymore feedback.

He smiled, it gave him strength.

On the way back to get some more lumber, he noticed her wipe her forehead and sit down by a stump, looking exhausted.

It’s time.

He took a deep breath, shaking off the thought of how sweaty and gross he was from lifting and moving large logs all day. He approached her and offered her his hand.

She noticed the crossed black stripes that made an ‘X’ in his glove and looked up.

“I think it’s time for that vacation now.” He charmingly stated.

She smiled, accepting his hand and getting up. “You know… it’s been hard since I left Sonic, but… You’re different, Soler. I feel different with you. In a lot of good ways, n-nothing bad! Ohh…” she hid behind a hand, and the cute retreat from the comment made him blush with an even bigger grin.

“You just… You let emotion sit with you and carry you to new discoveries, Soler. It’s one of the most powerful things about you, your quality of just… surviving through the strength you receive from your past. I know it must be painful, but I admire your strength so much…”

She saw that as strength!?

He was in complete awe at her words.

“I’ve noticed… how much you try and help. How dedicated you are to not losing another friend or fight. You always get up. You never just sink down so far that you can’t find yourself again… sometimes… I feel that’s exactly what I do.” She removed her hand and balled it up, looking away.

Soler then realized that maybe Sally was hurting in a different way from himself. His was a lot more physically affecting his life. Maybe… Sally’s was deeper inside, something that she would never let close to the surface.

His empathy for her skyrocketed, he couldn’t help but pull her a bit closer, move her hand from her face and have her turn to him.

She was amazed at his bold move, but it didn’t seem to miss its point…

“Sally… I don’t want you to suffer. Especially alone… Just like you told me, you can talk to me, too. You can rely on me. I’ve learned the hard way how to hold something in for so long, letting it fester and grow into something ugly and tragic… and I want to help you break out of that habit. It’s so easy to slip into despair… but the people we love don’t want us to feel despair. They want us to be liberated from the pains we hold onto. They want us to remember their best selves…” his voice was full of honest experience, of good intent, and of wisdom beyond his years.

Sally let out a soft sigh, lowering her eyes and letting a small, pleading smile escape her composure. “I like this about you, too… The side of you that lets people feel and experience pain… but also offering yourself to be apart of that pain so they can release it. I’ve seen you help others, but never help yourself. I wanted to help you, I just… didn’t know how.”

He looked to her hand, his around her wrist, and slowly… begins to bring his fingers up to hers and gently, sweetly… enticing them to let go of their tension and uncurl, letting him in.

“Sally… May I ask you on a date?”

She giggled, but looked to their hands intertwining.

“Yes. I’m excited to see what I say.” She teased, and Soler couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. He was falling in love again, and it was different, just like Sally said.

But it was also very reassuring… and very… relieving.

“I’m excited to see where this new path takes me.” He holds her hand tenderly, and the two of them start to walk off together.

I’m so thankful… That I can now share my emotions with others. Because I have had this pain, I can understand them more than ever before. I can love more deeply, care more sincerely, and cherish those things that I’m allowed to keep. I can hold them close, closer to my heart than I was ever willing to do before. I won’t leave the places where I belong, or desert the hearts I have sworn to protect.

The two seemed very happy with their new relationship, watching it take form over the time they’ve shared together. Soler looked up at the spot where the moon would be again.

Luna, I will thank you till I have no breath left to utter, no thought left to think. You’ve shown me a better path and how to truly care about people. I’m sorry for what happened, but I will never be sorry for meeting you, the Chief, and your village. You helped me open up to the world, meet amazing people, like those that could teach me and those who could support me. They’re all such great people, you would have love them.

This time, He gripped Sally’s hand more, pulling his head towards her as she returned the kind gesture by letting her nose lightly bump against his own. A faint blush formed on both their muzzles. I’ll protect the things and people I love… under your watchful, relaxed, night sky’s eye…

The next day, the moon returned. It’s dark grey shapes shifted to look as though a smiling face…

( Here’s the song I’ll be referencing for this little wrap up >//w//< https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgmXPCX4VzU Photograph by Ed Sheeran)

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

Luna is walking behind Sally and Soler, her hands happily behind her back, laced together as she giddily follows them and then stops. She lifts a leg a little bit, swaying as she lets them walk off,… alone. But it's the only thing that I know… When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive

Flashback to Soler having his nightmares, but he gets up and walks out to the hallways and knocks on Sally’s door. She opens it and immediately touches his head. It’s pounding and she lovingly kisses it, closing her door and holding his hand, walking out with him and cheerfully trying to take his mind off things to avoid further PTSD.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves

Luna’s necklace still glows in the buried box, showing many shapes of the moon, time going by. Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

A memory is shown with Soler, much younger, sitting on a hill next to Luna. Their two heads turn into each other, as if the village never burned and no one ever died.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone,…

wait for me to come home

There’s a flash of light and Soler is heading off down the road, he holds onto her necklace, he turns and sees Luna trying to keep face. He waves, and puts her necklace in his gloves. As he does, the world shifts to a blazing fire behind him, his eyes red from tears, his gloves dirtied from the many graves he had to dig…

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know

It’s modern day again, Sally and Soler are laughing and enjoying a meal together. She holds up something for him to eat and he goes to get it with his mouth, but she pulls the fork away, playfully laughing as he pouts. I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of you Hmm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

He offers her the gesture, when she goes for it, he withdraws the food and kisses her. She embarrassingly flings back and then starts to playfully whack and throw food at him. He laughs and the food fight continues. Then there’s a shift to another time, the two sitting beside one another as their loved ones start to resurface as faded images behind them.

Hmm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still

The images show Sally as a child, with her loving parents and other friends she’s made and lost along the cruel way towards freedom. Soler has the Chief and Luna, along with many other faces of cheery people he met on his travels. A time where they never knew loss or heartache… but the memories are all pleasant, not a single one is sad or upsetting.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

Soler helps Sally put her jacket on, she thanks him and takes up Nicole’s portable device. She turns to him and leans up on her tippity-toes. He does the same and she sighs, frustrated before they briefly kiss and she goes on a mission. He gets antsy, bouncing a bit before charging after her, swooping her up and rushing off on the mission with her.

And if you hurt me That's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

There’s a flash where Soler is holding Luna’s lifeless body, then suddenly he’s reaching for a wounded Sally… She reaches back to him, struggling to breathe as he shifts his chaos energy and blasts the area. Sally is unharmed as he picks her up. She smiles and touches her hand to his cheek, a single stream of tears starts down one of his cheeks, glad to see she’ll be okay. Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

Luna is playing hide and seek, peeking over a tree’s trunk as Soler chases after her. Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

Instead of Luna, Sally emerges to lean up against the tree, being caught by Soler as he slows the pace down and moves up to her, watching as she presses her back to the tree. He studies her eyes and then her mouth… leaning forward and closing his eyes…

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

Luna’s necklace is around Soler’s neck, he’s holding Luna’s hand, she takes her necklace back and kisses him, putting it on herself and holding it close to herself. It means the world to her. He nods, letting her keep it.

And if you hurt me Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

Soler wakes up from a nap on the same hill, star-gazing when he sees the bright full moon. He then looks over, worriedly for a moment, when he relaxes at seeing Sally sleeping silently beside him, just resting by him as well.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

His memory takes him to Luna, but it rapidly flashes to Sally, sticking there. Under the lamppost back on Sixth  street

The two close the gap between each other, holding hands. Hearing you whisper through the phone

Sally chickens out and shakes her head, laughing and holding her hands to her cheeks. Soler tries to get in for one last kiss goodnight but she shakes a finger at him and starts to run off. He snaps his fingers, rushing after her back to the hideout. "Wait for me to come home"

His ear flicks, as if hearing something and turns to see the moon appearing to sit on the hill. Its shadow looks like a figure of a girl, Luna..?

Sally calls for him and he turns back around, sorrowfully deciding not to look back, but knowing time will heal the wounds left in his heart. He smiles and lovingly takes Sally’s hand as they walk back to the hideout. He kisses her hand and she lightly hits his shoulder, bumping her hip into his as though shy. He looks forward, unafraid and undaunted by the moon behind him.

He knew it was only saying goodnight to him.

FIN

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 21

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.6k

Description: Kyungsoo surprises you.

A/N: The song I was thinking of when writing near the end of this chapter was this one if you're interested. It's a really beautiful piece, but you can imagine your own favorite if you wish.

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A concert hall when there's no concerts planned is rather surreal. The large theater-like auditorium was eerily quiet, and you only turned on a few of the backstage lights so you could see. It cast long shadows through the narrow hallways, each of your footsteps echoing. You went into a green room of sorts where there was an old sofa and a storage of chairs. The tall stacks took up half the room. Not normally one to get mad or jealous left you feeling overwhelmed. You didn't have much experience dealing with it so it continued to make you itchy and restless. You paced. How can one human live with being so vile? Her only good qualities seemed to be how cute she looked and her cooking. She was a liar, and unfaithful, and manipulative, and shallow, and so plastic Barbie would gawk. Her whole attitude soured your afternoon. Just thinking about her nasally, fake sing-song voice grated your nerves. You don't think you've ever hated someone as much as you did her. She encompassed every quality you despised in a person. It was almost impressive.

The anger still tangled. Driving had helped, but thinking about it brought it all back again with a new force. You jerked down one of the stacks in the room, a dozen or so metal and plastic chairs clattering to the ground in a cacophony of screeches and bangs that hurt your ears. You can't recall ever raising your hand to anyone like that before. How could Kyungsoo ever like a monster like that? How could he have been so blind to how horrible she was? How could he not feel the urge to puke every time she crossed his mind? How could he not do anything about it but say she wasn't worth his time? Were you any better for stooping down to her level by calling her names and almost slapping her? Your lungs constricted, heart galloping to gain speed. You collapsed on to the sofa, the springs protesting, and let your tears fall hot on your face.

How could he let her touch him like that? Speak like that? Who even says shit like that like you're not even there? You allowed yourself to think about why that hurt so much. The way he looked at her was familiar to how he looked at you sometimes. Your fists curled in on themselves. At some point he had fucked her. He fucked that villain of a woman. Those same sweet, plump lips had wandered her skin. She had heard his little breathless moans and sweet whispers. She had felt his dick inside her. Before you. He had touched her in ways you didn't know; free of apprehension and caution. Not chained by his trust issues or worries. Lingering, sweeping caresses filled with undeniable affection. Ways you could only dream about. She still had her claws in him. Your chest got tighter, unable to keep your breathing even. You were having trouble keeping your thoughts rational. Didn't you matter enough to him? Weren't you enough? Your heart was compressed painfully. You couldn't stop from wondering if he had ever thought about her with you. Was he watching for warning signs that you were similar? Did he actively avoid holding you in the same way he had with her? Would you never know what it was like to be truly, deeply loved by Kyungsoo? It made you sick to think you might share any qualities with that snake. Your stomach churned, and a pit swallowed your insides. Your gut was hollow. Like someone had reached in and licked them clean. Tears rolled down your cheeks. This was fifty times worse then when Chanyeol had sex with you drunk in high school. You felt violated somehow. You were empty. Alone. An uneasiness cocooned you in your own isolated corner of the universe sat there on that old sofa in a dark concert theater.

An electronic ringing startled you. It was your phone. Correction: it was Kyungsoo trying to call your phone. You tapped the red button. You needed time to cool down. The conclusion smacked in to you like a train. This is how Chanyeol felt watching Kyungsoo be with you. Knowing you were touching Kyungsoo like you used to hold him. This is how Kyungsoo felt when Chanyeol or the others got too close. Afraid another person would know what it was like to be loved by you and siphon it away from him. To a lesser degree you imagined, but the jealousy seeped through your veins and corroded your heart like acid. Just when he was putting more faith in you you go and act like some over-reactive lunatic. You were disappointed in yourself for lashing out immaturely. You should be better than this, but when he licked his lips as she leaned closer your brain flooded with the fear that he would kiss her. Your unwavering trust in him suddenly grew a grain of doubt. If you hadn't jumped in would he have kissed her? The majority of you wanted to believe he had enough sense not to hurt you the same way he had been hurt. He wasn't a hypocrite, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of your mind. It pointed out that for the first three months you were together he had no problem lying to you about his job. It was different, but also not. The way he got trapped in a trance with her around...you couldn't say he would never hurt you with complete certainty anymore. That fact is what you resented the most out of this situation.

After a couple of hours you drove back to your apartment. You had calmed down and cleaned up the chairs then strolled around the empty building trying to clear your head. Kyungsoo had called five more times before giving up. You weren't sure what you would say to him, but you knew you were drained and wanted to sleep. It was a long fucking day.

Only when you got to your front door Kyungsoo was sitting on the floor slumped against it. He was blocking the way. When you ran off your roommate should have been there. She was gone when you returned, but that would mean he specifically denied waiting inside so you couldn't avoid him. He had been sitting there for hours. A pang of guilt hit you. When you stepped closer he looked up and sighed in relief. He pushed himself to his feet. You noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, dark circles sitting underneath from where he hadn't caught up on his sleep.

"You should be resting," you couldn't help but say. "You look exhausted. Health comes first, Soo." He side-stepped to allow you to unlock the door and followed you inside. Once he re-locked the door he realized you were already halfway across the room. He hurridly threw off his shoes and ran after you, catching your shoulder before you could leave the living area. He didn't try to turn you around, voice small and afraid.

"Please don't leave." When you didn't move he continued. "You have every right to be upset with me. I don't know what came over me. I couldn't move. Please believe me." His voice cracked on the last words and you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat. His second hand rested on your other shoulder and stepped closer. You felt the heat radiating off his body. Kyungsoo dropped his forehead next to his left hand. His tone lowered to a whisper to hide his straining voice. "She means nothing to me. I can't lose you. I'm so sorry. I never...I swear--"

"It's not like I'm in the clear either," you replied solemnly. "I shouldn't have blown up like that. When she touched you and talked to you like that...I just got so jealous."

"No, no," Kyungsoo consoled instantly. His hands massaged slowly over your shoulders down your arms while he spoke. "I've never seen anyone stand up to her like that before. I couldn't believe it. It was amazing."

"Amazing?" you repeated gently. "I almost hit someone, Soo. I've never been that angry before. I hated it." He placed a lazy kiss to the side of your throat. Flashes of him kissing her came behind your eyelids. The same lips her fingers had grazed hours before. The same pair he parted for those fingers. You resisted recoiling from the touch. It didn't work. You didn't dare look back in fear of his reaction.

"You were defending me. Protecting me. I was in awe, jagiya." His fingers slipped to your waist. "That's all you've ever done, isn't it? You've given so much of yourself and your time to take care of me. You're far more generous than I deserve. I don't know what I'd be like if I never met you. I don't think I'd like that Kyungsoo. You've done so much for me. I owe you everything." His shoulders shook once, choking back a sob. Remorse covered his next words. It steadied the frantic swirling of emotions that had built up in your chest so you could sort them out. It meant you could help, and that's something you enjoyed. Helping others be happy. "I'm a terrible boyfriend. I should be stronger for you. I shouldn't have to rely on you for everything."

"You know, I kinda like taking care of you," you reminded him gently. "I really haven't done all that much. You're the one who's stayed strong. I like it when you can rely on me for a few things." His lips returned to your neck, mouthing against the sensitive skin. You tensed, but didn't flinch away that time.

"Stop. You're comforting me again and that's not the point."

"What do you want me to say? I don't understand why you're upset with yourself."

"Because it's you," he answered. It was like he was pleading with you. He needed you to understand. Acting like he was more worried of your reaction than the actual issue. Didn't he know you weren't going to yell or send him away? You blamed the snake for this. She had severely messed with his head. Kyungsoo should realize you were more empathetic and less petty than that. "It's you and you're wonderful and I just sat there. I can't even listen to myself. How am I supposed to expect you to not get too close with the other members if I can't even tell one woman to stop? I might as well have fucked her on the table." Something wet splattered on your skin. It trickled down and soaked in to the collar of your shirt. "I've tried for so long, but I'm never going to deserve you. Oh god, and now you're going to leave because I was an idiot." You whirled around to face him at that. Your arms embraced him. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, hands on your back.

"That was the stupidest thing I've heard you say. I'm not leaving, Kyungsoo," you told him in a low soothing voice. "Don't you ever think that." You weaved a hand through his short hair. His heat and firmness combined as he leaned against you and you felt his small puffs of air at your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He touched every surface of your body he could in the position. You shoved down the image of him holding the other woman like this. He was trembling.

"I'm sorry," he repeated guiltily. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

"Calm down, sweetheart," you cooed lovingly. More wetness hit your skin. You started lowering, legs tired and unwilling to move. He followed you to the ground, sitting on your haunches. Kyungsoo let himself collapse into you, limp in your arms. A sob cracked his voice, sniffling. You carded your fingers through his hair, other hand running up and down his back. "I'm right here, Kyungsoo. I'm not letting go."

"Why not?" he rasped defeatedly.

"Because I love you," you replied without thinking. Any other time he would have grinned and said it back. That time he only cried harder, air escaping him unevenly and being gasped back in in tiny hiccups.

"You should be furious. Why aren't you mad?"

"I am upset, but I can't change that right now. I know I need a few days to calm down. You do, too. You're exhausted."

"Not for you," he argued stubbornly. "Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you."

"Kyungsoo--" your voice snagged in your throat as his lips met your neck. They pressed softly to your flesh, peppering affections up the line of your jaw. When they reached the joint by your ear they became more urgent, trailing back down.

"Let me make you feel good," he whispered hotly, the words spilling from him in a rush to speak in between kisses. "Let me make you cum in the way only I can." You bit your tongue to prevent any noise from escaping. The tip of his tongue darted out to taste your skin. You knew he must have caught his tears in the process. You jerked away and immediately regretted it. Your eyes met his. They were bloodshot and dewy. The dark circles underneath puffed out with his cheeks that were blotchy and red. A single new streak stained his face from the center of his right eye where a salty droplet had collected on his lower lashes, and something inside of his dark brown irises fractured. He was pouting. Bottom lip jutting out past the upper, and your chest ached. You spoke slowly, absorbed in his eyes. Torn between comforting Kyungsoo and protecting yourself.

"Don't...look at me like that." He sucked in his plump lower lip to nibble at in an attempt to hide the emotions oozing through in physical form. You thumbed at his cheek to wipe away the wetness there. His gaze danced around your features before drifting to your own lips longingly and darting up again like he was afraid of getting caught.

"Like what?" His speech was just as drawled out.

"Like I'm breaking your heart."

"Then let me feel you." It wasn't right. Both of your mindsets were all wrong. Without replying you rose to your feet. He remained stunned on the floor. You walked to the kitchen and poured a few sips of whiskey in a glass then returned to him. When you kneeled he swiped at his eyes and choked back a sob. It didn't work well. His small gasp was sharp and loud in the quietness of the apartment. You took up his hand and urged his fingers to grasp the cup. He threw the liquor back, glass thudding on the hardwood afterward. Another sharp, choking gasp. More tears fell. He was panicking, his whole body quaking as it became more difficult for him to breathe. He hunched over, legs falling out beside him, forearms on the floor, hiding his face in the space between. Calmly, you brought a big, fluffy blanket back to where he lay huddled in on himself. Panic attacks you knew how to handle. His wasn't full blown yet, but you saw the harsh breathing and scared look on his face. Everything had become too much for him to conceal behind his stoic features. It didn't surprise you that with his stressful job something like this could happen. He was mentally and physically drained from touring and running into his abusive ex that afternoon. He had pushed himself too hard. Put too many expectations on himself. On you. You weren't perfect, and you weren't going to instantly forgive every transgression of his towards you, but you weren't going to close him out either. You didn't always know what to do and say despite what he thought.

Draping the blanket over his small frame did nothing. He needed something to ground him to reality. You hugged his middle awkwardly from the side, resting your head on his back. The touch made him flinch at first, but when he realized your intention he curled up tighter. His shaking hands pulled the blanket around his face, his sharp gasps elongating, attempting to control his breathing.

"It's okay," you said quietly. "Just breathe. I'm here, Kyungsoo. Listen to me. Nothing bad is going to happen. Don't force yourself. It's okay to cry. I won't leave you. You're not alone through this. Just breathe." You huffed as his arms came around you suddenly, pulling you to your side. He hugged your waist, face hidden under your chin, fingers digging into your back, grappling to you like a life buoy. You embraced him while he sobbed and shook in your arms.

This was the only way he'd ever hold you.

Desperation.

Desperate to feel your contact, desperate to claim you, desperate to keep you. Was that what you had become? Not just a support, but the cure-all to his hurts? The bandage? The balm? You promised to help him trust again and be by his side. But...somewhere along the way did you cease to exist without his name following you? Y/N and Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo and Y/N. Kyungsoo brought his girlfriend today. Kyungsoo's girlfriend invited us all over for dinner. Kyungsoo gets anxious when you touch his girl. They're attached at the hip. Kyungsoo's moving in with her soon.

You had been steadily stripped down. You were his. Not just in heart; in name and soul. In your quest to make his heart more accepting you had isolated yourself. You had let his unhealthy habits creep up on you and take over. You were too soft. Gave in to his indulgences too readily. Kyungsoo made you weak. You couldn't resist him at all.

After near an hour passed Kyungsoo evened out his breathing, but didn't let up his hold. He let you raise his head to look at you. You wiped his face and nose with the blanket.

"There. Now will you come sleep?" He nodded silently. Kyungsoo leaned forward to kiss you, but you turned away. He frowned and croaked out,

"Why won't you let me touch you?" You blushed, ashamed by the answer, and tried to move. He pulled you down and held you still. "Why?" You shoved on his chest. It was hard to think with his big, round, sad eyes that close. You leaned on your elbow, staring at the floor.

"Because," you muttered bitterly. "What's the point?"

"What's the point?" he scoffed in disbelief. "Comfort? Relief? Pleasure? Love?"

"What love?" The words slipped before you could stop them. His eyes widened. You both sat up. More word vomit left your mouth without thinking. "You just fuck me because you're possessive. I'm sure little miss perfect chef got all your real love. You've never just touched me."

"What do you mean?" You sighed.

"It won't ever be enough, will it?"

"I don't understand, jagi. Of course I love you."

"I know you do, but how else do I know except from your word alone? What parts of you did she get that I'm not? How much more did you touch her and mean it? It feels like she got the real Kyungsoo and I'm only getting the pieces she left behind. She was so fucking amused I was picking up her leftovers. That sounds so selfish and stupid out loud, but how else am I supposed to think when the only times you fuck me are when you need me for something? Comfort or someone to claim as yours. Why can't I be enough for you as I am? Why do I have to wait for you to be hurting?" Your voice cracked on the last sentence. "I don't understand why you can't just love me with your whole heart. It hurts, Kyungsoo. It hurts knowing the person you love with every fiber of your being doesn't trust you and return that feeling."

"You think I don't?" he exhaled pitifully. His eyebrows came together and rose up. Lost and pained. "Y/N. Jagiya..." He wiped his eyes clear of any lingering tears. "Is that why you were so upset?"

"Partially."

"I never--" He paused and started over, trying to find the right words. You continued staring at the floor. "We were only together once, and I didn't enjoy it. Not like I love being with you. You showed me how amazing it could feel to be with someone because you care about them. I was an awkward mess around her. It wasn't me. It's so easy for me to be myself with you." Your gaze lifted.

"Really?"

"Really really." The corner of your mouth ticked upward. Kyungsoo stroked your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair. "She didn't even care to get to know me, but you know me better than anyone. I promise I love you wholeheartedly. I do trust you. You have me; all of me. Not pieces or leftovers. She didn't know what the fuck she was talking about."

"Why don't you act like it?"

"Because I'm an idiot," he chuckled. You scoffed, but an amused smirk pulled on your lips. You really were weak around him. "Are you still mad?"

"A little." He frowned.

"Why?"

"I don't believe you."

"I don't understand."

"It doesn't feel like I know you. I'm constantly guessing. I've never been able to understand you."

"Oh...really?" He blinked at you innocently. "I've always thought it was amazing how intuitive you are." You huffed out a weak laugh.

"Then you must not know me either." Kyungsoo made a pensive expression then stood. You watched, unsure, as he bent down and held out his hands. After hesitating a moment you took them and he pulled you to your feet. You followed silently as he walked through your apartment to the living room. He tossed the blanket you gave him over the sofa. You tilted your head in questioning. He pushed the coffee table aside then took out his phone. He set it on the sofa and faced you, bowing at the waist as the music started. A waltz. The strings established the rhythm, plucking lightly. They were joined by a clarinet then a saxophone who began the melody. Kyungsoo outstretched a hand with a hopeful half smile.

"Dance with me?" You stood shocked. He closed the distance and wrapped his fingers around yours with one hand. They still trembled slightly. He guided the other to his shoulder before resting his on your waist. You gaped.

"Y-you dance? Like, ballroom?"

"I learned," he answered. Before you could say anything the rest of the orchestra came through the speaker on his phone, all joining the melody, and he pulled you in to step with him. It was more of a small shuffle in the tiny space, but it was dancing. You kept up after shaking off the shock, avoiding his feet. "I saw you dancing in the kitchen a few times when you thought I was in the bathroom," he explained. "So I asked your roommate and she said you liked old fairytale tropes more than you'd admit. Told me you always secretly dreamed of dancing spontaneously with your significant other. I've been listening to classical music and decided to watch a few videos on waltzing. I was going to surprise you when we moved in to our new apartment." It was hard to take in. Not only had Kyungsoo been studying the music you loved to play, but he learned to dance to some of that music. It was extremely touching. No one had ever tried to get in to classical music for your sake. They brushed it off as boring or didn't want to take the time. Playing music in an orchestral setting was the thing you loved doing more than anything else in the world, and he took the time to understand that. To immerse himself in it. He listened and took it to heart. He knew you better than you'd thought.

"Kyungsoo..." you breathed. He blushed under your stare, losing some of his nerve.

"Am I not turning enough? Did I pick a bad song?"

"I had no idea you were listening to this music for me."

"Of course. You listen to mine."

"But dancing too?" He chortled and shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Unbelievable. Your eyes are all sparkly like stars. How did I fall for such a dork?" The key changed in the song, more violins joining. You held his hand tighter. He smiled warmly, face inches from yours. And he had insisted in the past he wasn't one for grand romantic gestures. Liar. A smirk pulled on your lips.

"I seem to recall it was because you got shitfaced drunk and had to be taken care of like a lost puppy."

"Low blow."

"A cute, small puppy." He scowled, a playful glint in the twitch of his lips.

"You're gonna take that back." The strings did a flourish as the music crescendoed and changed back to the original key. Kyungsoo stepped quickly and spun you out from his body, still keeping hold of one hand. You were standing beside him. Then on the next count he tugged you to reverse the spin. You collided ungracefully with his chest. Kyungsoo held you close as you continued waltzing in your living room. He was grinning. You wavered a moment at the blinding quality. His eyes weren't bloodshot anymore. He was genuinely happy. You felt your heart skip. "Still think I'm cute?" You couldn't answer. The words wouldn't form. You were struck speechless. Kyungsoo slid his hand to the small of your back and mumbled, "such a dork." It was almost as if your fight hadn't occurred. Almost.

The dance went on. One two turn, one two turn, one two turn. Right back left, right back left, right back left, all in a circle. It wasn't your rug anymore. You were twirling on a cloud. And he was the gentleman to sweep you off your feet. It was something you'd only dreamed about. There was a magical quality to being able to dance with someone else. Normally you spun around a ghost in the kitchen while cooking or cleaning. An invisible partner was nothing compared to this. Your daydreams weren't perfect, but this was. Your feet naturally followed beside his. His palm in yours grew clammy. The second your other hand slipped from his shoulder to his chest you could feel his heartbeat. It fluttered under your fingertips. This was real. His love for you was real. You felt like such an ass for doubting him.

"You've done a lot for me too you know," you pointed out meekly. He looked at you pointedly, arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Well first, you did all this for me."

"You like the dancing?"

"I like that you tried to take interest in my passions. Let's not even count the number of times you've helped me get better at cooking or just did it for me. You also support my work. I can't even begin to find the words to show my appreciation for that encouragement. I can tell you've changed since I met you. Maybe that's just you opening up more, but I think you worked really hard to forget about the bad habits your ex instilled in you. Seeing her today couldn't have been easy. Especially with me there making a mess of things." The tempo slowed. Kyungsoo focused on you with a ferocity only he could accomplish while simultaneously looking relaxed. It was always an experience being under his scrutiny. It astounded you how completely he could narrow in on one goal and stay on it. It showed in his work every day. He made you feel like you were the only existing thing. Like your little universe was only populated by you two. That only you mattered. It was thrilling and terrifying, and filled your chest with warmth. It was safe locked in his gaze. Comforting.

"You don't need to apologize. I wouldn't have been able to get through that if you weren't there for me."

"Shut up a minute I'm trying to be corny." He chuckled at your outburst. "You're warm and kind, and thoughtful. Smart and talented. Maybe a little too practical sometimes, and you're grumpy when you're bored."

"I thought you were going to compliment me."

"But I love you," you finished. "I'll always love you. I can't imagine a future without you there. I'm sorry for getting jealous and doubting your feelings. It was stupid. I'm happiest with you. You're safe."

"That sounds awfully close to boring."

"Not at all. I just mean you make me feel at home." You sighed and jokingly added, "It's like lately we've switched places. I'm being insecure and you're taking chances." The tempo was gradually increasing again as the strings kept the counter-melody lighter with short notes.

"So my dancing is charming enough to get you to forgive me?"

"Yeah. Sure. I'll still need a few days to cool down though." The lower brass entered bombastically, and Kyungsoo did one sharper turn to catch you off guard, making you gasp. He grinned and laughed at your reaction.

"Is this the first time you've danced with anyone?"

"Of course. It's not exactly commonplace."

"Well remind me to do it more often," he declared. "Your face is priceless." Your cheeks flamed up. The entire orchestra came back in in a different key, loud and magnificent. It swept you up with a feeling of nostalgia and romance. You wished you could remain in his arms all night like this. The song was coming to a close. A solo violin took over the last few bars. "Do you still want to move in with me?"

"Absolutely," you answered without hesitating. Kyungsoo slowed your steps gradually until you were standing still, eyes fixed on you. He looked enchanted. Your mind jumped back to the restaurant one last time. The way he was trapped under her in a trance...wasn't the same. He had been rigid and almost frightened. Here with you it was different. Almost like he wanted to be drowned by you. He welcomed your call to come closer. He yearned for the emotions to swallow him up. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but it was more transparent than before. He leaned closer, letting your hand go so he could cup your face. There were no masks or illusions or fancy words. Kyungsoo was open; drawing you in through his heady gaze.

The violin cried through a long fermata. Then he kissed you. Just a whispered touch. The first in an ever deepening pool that would threaten to consume you. He kept coming back for more, plush lips pressing languid, lingering touches to yours. His breath fanned across your face. His tongue teased your lower lip, and you opened to him. The hand on your back urged you forward, molding his body to yours while his other threaded fingers in your hair. You ran your palms over the plane of his chest, feeling the muscles tense and jump at the simplest brush of skin. Your fingers linked around the back of his neck. Little sighs and breathless moans like fading sunlight poured into your mouth. His desperation melded with yours and grew with every gentle caress. He splayed his hands on your back, cradling you as if he had been practicing exactly how to in his head all night. He pressed more firmly against you. His lips brushed against yours more incessantly. If there was a time you could pinpoint where you forgot about everything and gave in, that was it.

The desire to direct how the night would end dissipated. You didn't care. Kyungsoo could have kissed that monster of a woman in the restaurant and you'd still love him. He was it. You knew it deep down in your bones. You may not believe in soulmates, and it's true no one is perfect, but Kyungsoo was perfect for you. There was no one else you'd rather spend your time with. You'd be his forever if he asked.

Kyungsoo stepped forward. You stumbled backward with him. He continued with this until the backs of your knees hit your bed. He gingerly lowered you to the mattress, refusing to disconnect your mouths. Body pressed tightly to yours, you ran out of air. You gasped for breath. His lips traveled to your ear.

"I love you," he mumbled sweetly. You shivered visibly. "Completely and always." He rolled so you were laying on his chest. Your legs intertwined with his, arms wrapping around you securely.

"I love you, too Kyungsoo. Always." He sighed contentedly and you rested your head on his shoulder. One of his hands slid up the card through your hair. Then a low vibration hit your ears. His chest rumbled. He was humming. The notes drifted around the small bedroom like a lullaby. The waltz. It was relaxing and his voice soothed all the heartache. Smooth and rich. Like a colorful ribbon dancing around and gently touching each note. You loved his voice. Always overflowing with emotion. It never failed to lighten your mood when the world around weighed on you. Naturally, you joined. The harmonization was one you never tried before. You weren't trained like he was. But you had the ear for music, and it was hard to mess up humming. Kyungsoo smiled kindly, surprised by hearing your voice. He kept playing with your hair, sending shivers down your spine. Before you realized it you were drifting off to sleep.

[15001700tt]

Gift or Talent?

@peachangkyvn HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!!! it feels like we're worlds apart but really I am so glad we became friends. so since I can't give you a physical gift here’s something that I thought of like back in July.

Baekhyun x Hyun Jin

Word Count: 1,173

Piano AU

It was a pretty quiet night, Baekhyun was at practice with the boys, wasn't supposed to come home early at all. Hyun-jin (you) took this opportunity, to watch some of his performances. He was such a passionate performer, Hyun-jin gets mesmerized by the way his fingers seem to dance a role the keyboard effortlessly, almost as if it was another person that was slaving away in the practice Rooms.

Those are the nights she really worries about him. When they’re preparing for their concerts and comebacks. He doesn’t function, which is why she's here to help him through it. There are times where she feels him slowly tire out. Those are the days where she draws the line and takes him out to relax, not worry about it anymore.

As she watched his performance in one of his concerts he was playing ‘my turn to cry’ she could feel his pain and grief he expressed in the song. His fingers still working away at that piano, not missing a single note just like his warm angelic voice. Her eyes drew to his perfect form in black and white and how he effortlessly looks perfect.

Her attention slowly went to the piano that sat in the corner of their living room, where Baekhyun sometimes practices on, but mostly to show off the great skills he acquired from hanging out with Chanyeol. Above it hang pictures of memories they made together and other memories with the boys and their girlfriends. The wall seemed to be filled with happy memories, ignoring the grief that they have to go through with the hardships of being a successful band.

She made her way to the piano with her phone in her hand still playing the sweet melody. She took a seat and ran her fingers about the keys. She wasn't a professional and she can't play by ear like Yixing can either, but she took some piano lessons when he was younger and they stuck with her through the years. She paused the video of Baekhyun and played a familiar tune to her ears, she learned it by heart when she was still practicing. It was a simple tune, not very complicated but very beautiful. She was a bit rusty but she smiled nevertheless, she still remembers. She pulled out some music sheets that Baekhyun had tucked in the drawer next to the piano and found one that didn't seem too intimidating.

she started out slow, unsure before speeding up to meet with the desired tempo, there were some obvious mistakes but she was still better than she expected. Since this wasn't something that she heard before, mostly things that Baekhyun and Chanyeol and lay composed when they were over but discarded. It was still very well composed by 3 talented men. She started going through the music sheets, one by one she played it, she roughly could hear her mistakes before she corrects them, she couldn't focus on the mistakes when she was feeling the way the music float in the air and carry her. She was having fun, she could care less that she wasn't as good as she would’ve liked.

She switched back to another video of Baekhyun it was ‘my answer’ and tried to replicate it, she had more trouble since it was more complicated but she still gave it a shot, she was so immersed in concentration she didn't hear the click of the lock.

The door to their apartment opened and in came Baekhyun with soft brown hair ruffled, and fluffy from the guys ruffing it and him running his hands through it. As he locked the door, he could hear a soft melody being played, it sounded strangely a lot like his voice. He rounded the corner and found Hyun-jin at the piano and playing the notes roughly to replicate the ones in the video.

He smiled at how perfect and cute she looked. He leaned against the doorway and watched for couple more minutes. Watching her make mistakes and correct them and then trying again to pick up her pace to match his.

He loved that even when she's alone she's still trying his hobbies and trying to try out his hobbies. He never would've guessed she would take up piano, but from the way she was doing this wasn't her first time sitting in that uncomfortable chair. He wondered what other mysteries his girl has if she's this good at the piano and he never would've founded if Chanyeol didn't get drunk off his ass and had to call Sang-Soo to pick him, making everyone go home earlier than planned.

She was having trouble playing the break, he chose that time to make his presence known and help her as well.

“You didn’t mention you knew how to play the piano”

“Holy shit, you scared me.” She breathed out,

“You’re good, you have a gift” he complimented as he took a seat next to her and played a soft harmony.

“I wouldn’t call it a gift”

“Is it a talent then? Whatever it is, it's beautiful and you should continue” he continued.

“What happened with the guys?” Hyun-jin switched the subject, she was embarrassed that she was caught but he didn't seem to tease her that much, nevertheless, she didn't want to give him the opportunity.

“Chanyeol can't handle his alcohol” he explained.

“Ahh” she nodded before she focused on his fingers that were still playing the soft harmony, she replicated it and followed his lead.

“Were you trying to learn ‘my answer’?”

“Yes, not much luck though” she sighed. He started to hum to the song and began playing it.

“Maybe you should try doing each part separately, it will help a lot” she nodded and focused on his hands. He started to show her how each part should be played and gave her time to learn it, then they moved on to the next part.

By the end of the night, she practically learned the whole song, just needed to work on her cues and timing. The first time she got right on her own, he smiled so big and was so proud of her. He felt immense pride in his girlfriend for being able to learn such a hard tune in a few hours.

“I think you deserve a break and practice more tomorrow if you want, for now, let's go sleep because I am tired and I want to cuddle my amazingly talented and gifted girlfriend” by the end of the small monologue he was whining. She laughed at his cuteness and grabbed his hand as he sped up in front of her to pull her towards their shared bedroom.

As they laid down in bed and slowly falling asleep, he heard Hyun-jin mumble something that strangely sounded like, ‘I am surrounded by talented people, it rubbed off on me’

His soft giggle is what she heard in response before completely falling asleep, but she missed a part.

“Gifted for remembering, talented for replicating.”

[justonehappyvictory]

hi!!! i love all your au sosoo stories and i have this au prompt... it's a little cliché tho. instead of being invested in cosmetology, hajin is involved in music. and then so is a part of a band probably with baek ah and eun and idk i just love the idea of two lovers who loves music as much as they love each other and i pictured hajin and so in it 😭🙈

Ahh, first prompt request ever! I love it! I hope I am/was able to deliver, anon.

EDIT: Posted on AO3

The door to their apartment flung open, making Wang So and Baek Ah jump in surprise. The cymbal So had been polishing fell out of his hand and clanged on the floor. Baek Ah had been tuning his guitar and the slamming door caused him to tighten one string too tightly and it snapped smartly against his hand. An angry welt formed on his hand and he grabbed the nearest object and launched it at the disturbance, So’s younger brother, Wang Eun. Eun dodged the projectile easily enough and eagerly waved a flyer at their faces.

“Guys, check it out,” he said gleefully. “There’s going to be a talent competition! The winner gets a contract deal!”

So picked up his dropped cymbal and resumed his polishing. “Are you sure it’s legit?” he drawled. “Last time you said contract deal, you lost all of our money.”

“Yeah, Eun,” Baek Ah said. “I’m all for a contract, but we just started eating real food. I don’t want to go back to living off ramen and gimbap again.”

Eun sat down in front of them, pleading. “No, it’s real. My friend is a secretary at the company. She told me about it. I promise it’s not a scam this time.”

So slipped the paper out of his hand, still skeptical. Baek Ah set down his guitar and walked over, reading the flyer over his shoulder. “Eun, this isn’t going to work,” So sighed. “This says we have to have to an original song. We only do covers. Unless you magically gained the ability to write songs, we have no chance.”

Eun wiggled his body emphatically at them and whined. “You guys don’t even want to try? Baek Ah’s good at the poetry thing, he could write a song.”

Baek Ah held his hands up. “Uh, writing a song is more than just putting words down on paper. I know absolutely nothing about creating a melody from scratch. So, yea, I think we’re going to have to sit this one out.”

Eun plunked on to the couch and crossed his arms, an angry pout forming on his face. “You guys always spoil my fun.”

So tousled his hair. “Look, we don’t like to be the bad guys, Eun, but we have to be realistic sometimes.”

“Seon Deok! Seon Deok,” Soo yelled, running full speed across the campus. She clutched to the paper in her hand like it was a map that would lead her to the world’s greatest treasure. “Seon Deok!” she yelled again as she saw her friend in their usual spot by the cafeteria. Seon Deok looked alarmed at her friend, noting all the attention she was garnering. Soo was all sweat, red face, and gasping breaths when she reached her. She tried to talk, but it took several minutes for her to breath to catch up to her. “Look… look at this flyer. It’s my shot!”

“Your shot?” Seon Deok said dubiously. She took the flyer from her clenched hand and flattened it out on the table, reading over the contents. “This is like your fifth shot this year. Remember when you lost two thousand dollars? Your mom almost murdered you. Also, this says you have to bring your own instruments and your mom made you sell your guitar. And your keyboard. And your bass in order to pay her back. You have nothing except your beautiful voice and I don’t know if that’s going to cut it in a competition.”

Soo pouted, resting her head on the table and lamenting the loss of her instruments. She had spent her days humming all the new melodies in her head into a tape recorder. If only she hadn’t been scammed in her eagerness to become famous, then she’d be on her way to a real contract. She new she was destined for musical greatness, she just needed to convince the rest of the world.

“Eun!” Soo heard Seon Deok yell, a blush forming on her neck. Soo laughed, she never could keep her wits about her when her crush was around. “Over here!”

The tall and lean boy with pink hair slouched over to them, he looked completely put out, like someone had snuffed out the fire inside him. “Hey Seon Deok, Hae Soo, what are you guys up to?” he said forlornly. He kicked at a rock underneath the table.

“Oh, nothing really,” Seon Deok said, fluttering her eyelashes at him and scooting closer to him, but her efforts went unnoticed. “Unnie is sad because she can’t enter this talent competition, which is such a shame because her songs are always amazing.”

Eun’s ears perked up at the sound of “talent competition” and “songs.” “Wait, what do you mean?”

Soo slid the flyer towards him. “You have to have an original song but I had to sell all of my instruments. So, even if I could write a song, I have no instrument to play it on.”

He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, leaning across the table so that his face was inches from Soo’s. Seon Deok huffed jealously next to him. “Soo, you can write songs? You know how to write songs?” Eun asked, his usual enthusiasm returning to his demeanor.

Soo leaned away. “Um, yea…”

Eun jumped up and whooped. “Soo, I have a band! You can write a song with us and we can be your instruments!”

Soo’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious? Are you sure? Will your bandmates be okay with this? Oh, my god, you will not regret this!” Eun and Soo grabbed hands, jumping and dancing together in their excitement.

For the second time that week, Eun slammed into the apartment, this time with Soo trailing behind him. Her excitement had begun to give way to nervousness when she realized Eun was taking her back to an apartment of men. Even with Seon Deok’s glowing review of why Eun is such a wonderful person, she had heard stories about his older brother and why he wasn’t such a wonderful person. One time, she had heard that he ripped an entire door off its hinges with just his hands because someone sneezed on him. She shuddered at what he would do if Eun was bringing her there unannounced. He didn’t seem the type of person to like surprises.

“Hyung? Baek Ah?” Eun called out. A second later, Soo saw a man come out of the bathroom in just a towel. He was using another, smaller towel to dry his hair, but her eyes were focused on his still damp and gleaming chest. He looked lithe, but toned. Her eyes trailed the defining lines of his abdomen, but he still had soft spots that looked like they would be really nice to grab onto and squeeze. She noticed that he had several scars strewn across his body, but they just gave him wild, rugged look she wanted to dig into.

“What is it this time, Eun?” she heard him say, still raking her eyes over him.

“Uh, hyung, you should get dressed,” Eun said, struggling to push a wonderstruck Soo behind him.

And that was when So noticed the small woman next to his brother and her trailing eyes. He took his extra towel and hid his exposed body from her. “Do you want to die,” he screeched.

His shout woke Soo up from her reverie and she felt her whole body turn red from being caught. She smacked her hand over her eyes, knowing she was too late. “Um, I-I can just come back later,” she squeaked. She quickly turned and ran head first into the door frame, causing her to fall and cry out in pain. “Ahh, I’m fine. I’m okay. Just a small bump.”

As Eun picked up Soo from the floor, he gave So an apologetic smile, who only glared at him as he stomped off into his room. He poked at the bruise forming on Soo’s head. “You can look now, he went to his room. Sorry about that.”

“I mean, you could have told me there was a naked man in your apartment before I entered,” she scolded.

Eun rolled his eyes at her. “It’s not like I keep a schedule of who’s going to be naked. That would be weird and perverted.”

She sighed, walking over to their couch and sitting down. “Who was that, anyway?”

“Oh, that’s my older brother, So.”

She gawked at him. “You mean… that was… he’s the one that ripped off the door?”

“I ripped off a door?” So asked, coming back into the room, this time fully clothed in black ripped jeans and a black slouchy shirt. Soo averted her eyes, the flush returning to her cheeks. “That’s a new one. Did you also know that I killed a man because he took my milk? Or maybe you know about the time I ran over my teacher for failing me? Or maybe you heard, and this one’s my favorite, that I ate a live duck?”

Soo pressed her lips together. With every word he said, he leaned closer to her and he was only centimeters from her. His scent invaded her nose, lemony and floral. She swallowed thickly, but didn’t break the eye contact between them. His gaze was hard, but she couldn’t help fall a little bit into them. “I-I may have heard that you sold a kidney on the black market to buy a motorcycle.”

“Hyung, knock it off,” Eun said, pushing him away from Soo. “Why do you always have to scare everyone away? She’s here to help us.”

So leaned back in his chair, his gaze still penetrating and sullen. “Help us with what?”

“With the talent competition. She knows how to write songs!” Eun was bouncing again. So looked over at him, slightly shaking his head and Eun stopped. “Come on, hyung. This is a golden opportunity. She can write the song. We can learn the song. And together we will race to the top of the charts. We’ll be unbeatable.”

“Eun,” So said, almost consoling. “I thought we discussed this already.”

“I’ve heard some of her stuff, though. It’s good. Come on, at least give her a chance before you completely dismiss her. It’s not her fault you came out almost completely naked.”

She noticed his face redden and a small giggle escaped her lips. He shot a glare at her and she immediately schooled her face to hide her emotion. “Alright,” he said. “Let me hear something and, if it’s good, then you can work with our other bandmate, Baek Ah, on something and we’ll,” he sighed and rubbed at his eyes, “we’ll enter the competition.”

Soo pulled out her phone and some headphones from her bag. Carefully, she placed the headphones over So’s ears and pressed play. She watched his expression. It ranged from annoyed to intrigued. “You wrote this?” So asked and she nodded. “All by yourself with no help?” She nodded again. He pulled the headphones off and tossed them back to her. He stood, looking like he was going to regret the next words he said. “We practice every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday.”

She smiled brightly at him and So, for one second, felt his heart flutter in his chest before he walked away.

There was a knock on the door and So thought it was weird that Baek Ah would knock when he lived here, whom he had expected back from the store sooner. “Maybe his hands are full,” he said to himself.

When he opened the door, it wasn’t Baek Ah, though. It was Hae Soo and he was taken aback. “Uh, Baek Ah’s not here right now.”

She smiled and his breath caught in his throat. He hated the way she smiled, how it brightened her eyes and rounded her cheeks and scrunched her nose just a tiny bit at the bridge. Mostly he hated the way his heart always skipped a beat and made him breath a little bit faster and filled him with a foreign warmth. “That’s okay,” she said. “I can wait. He said he wanted to talk about a chord in the song. Oh, are you cooking? Something smells amazing.”

He almost found himself saying that it was her that smelled amazing because she always did, crisp like apples and sweet like lilacs. As she walked underneath his arm holding the door open, he caught a whiff of her perfume and took a moment to savor it before pulling himself together. “Yea, I sent Baek Ah to the store to pick up some things we needed. Um, he didn’t mention you were stopping by.”

She was in the kitchen, a spoon in her mouth as she tasted his food. Her eyes widened in delight. “Wow, you made this? This tastes as good as it smells. Does Baek Ah need to tell you when I come by? He told me I can come over whenever I want.”

“You don’t feel nervous coming into an apartment filled with men?” So felt a stab of jealousy over Baek Ah and the way she said his name so casually. “Do you like him or something?”

She sucked on the spoon, considering the question. “I mean, what girl wouldn’t like handsome men paying attention to her and Baek Ah is extremely handsome. He’s got soft hair and kind eyes and perfectly calloused fingers from years of playing guitar. He’s a dream come true for many girls.”

So bit the inside of his cheek, felt the blood pool there. “Right. Yea, I’ve heard he’s got some groupies. Does this mean you’re one of them now?”

“Did you really just call me a groupie?” she asked, clearly offended by the insinuation.

He was saved from answering when Baek Ah came in. “Hey, I got that stuff you wanted. Oh, Hae Soo! Great, you came! You want to have some lunch with us before we get started.”

“That would be great, but I don’t want you thinking I’m going to sleep with you just because you’ve given me some food,” she said, her annoyed gaze never leaving So’s. He could feel the heat rising in his neck.

“That’s a weird thing to say. If you slept with me, I hope it would be because you like me rather than because I give you food.”

So felt sick to his stomach. “You’re not actually considering sleeping with her, are you?!”

Baek Ah looked between the two people in front of them, both glaring at each other determinedly. “He can sleep with me if he wants to,” Soo shouted. She grabbed Baek Ah by the hand and yanked him towards his room. “Come on, Baek Ah,” she seemed to yell just for So. “Let’s go work up an appetite.”

Baek Ah saw So kick at the sofa before Soo slammed his door shut. She huffed and paced around the room. “I’m not actually going to sleep with you,” she said.

“I know,” he laughed at her. “Because I know you’re crazy about him. I see the way you look at him and how you lean closer to him, trying to smell him. Which I don’t blame you there, he does smell good. You’re always way more interested in what he’s doing instead of focusing on writing a song. And, when he talks, you do this lip biting thing. You cant fool me. I’m very observant.”

“Too observant,” she said. “Sorry, for using you like that.”

“It’s fine. I like being used by pretty girls every once in awhile. Also, if you didn’t want me to know, you shouldn’t have lent me your notebook that you littered with doodles of him and little songs about him and little hearts with his name in them.” He picked up the aforementioned item and tossed it to her. She blushed furiously. “Since we’re in here, let’s talk song lyrics.”

“Uh, what made you start writing songs?” So ventured. Practice had just ended and he was completely flustered. Eun and Baek Ah had just left them to clean up and now the two of them were all alone. He wanted to know if she was still angry at him. She seemed closer to Baek Ah after he basically called her a groupie and he wasn’t sure if the two of them had slept together or if they were dating. He noted every casual touch she seemed to give him on the shoulder, on the arms, and once on his knee, which seemed too intimate for his liking. He had asked Baek Ah on several occasions if they were a couple but he would just laugh and say, “A gentlemen never betrays a woman’s secrets.” And So had no idea what that was even supposed to mean. He couldn’t help but feel jealous and angry and hopeless. Soo with her silky black hair and plump, pink lips. Soo with the voice of an angel and button nose. Soo with such delicate soft skin and a laugh that bore fairies into being. He was going insane with wanting to get to know her better but also trying not to seem too obvious or too eager.

“Because I have a song in my heart that’s always bursting to be free,” she said simply, like it was most obvious answer in the world. “Why do you like playing the drums?”

“It’s good anger management,” he shrugged. “I can play other instruments, though.”

“Really? What else can you play?”

“The piano, guitar, the violin, and, now I know you’ll be impressed with this one, the xylophone.”

She laughed and he laughed with her. “Those all seem like such … delicate instruments compared to you.”

“Are you saying I’m not delicate?” He leaned in a bit and he saw her eyes flicker to his lips.

“Uh, I’m sure in… some areas… you could be.” Unconsciously, Soo licked her lips and, before he could stop himself, he found himself kissing them. Her lips were just as soft as he imagined them to be and he could taste the vanilla in her lip balm. Her breath was warm and sweet. He heard her whisper his name and it just spurred him to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him and plunging his fingers into her silky strands. Her hands grazed up his chest and settled on his neck. He shivered when her fingers curled in his hair. He wished they had been doing this sooner. Kissing her felt like he was coming home.

She pulled away from him. Her lips were puffed and red and he tried to catch her lips again but she stepped away and avoided his gaze. “Oh, uh, I have to go,” she said. She quickly gathered her things and left, leaving So confused and hurt.

“He kissed you?” Seon Deok shrieked. “And you just left? What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been dreaming about kissing him for weeks now.”

Soo pounded her head on the table before taking another shot of soju. “I know. I’m an idiot. I panicked. I didn’t think he was actually going to kiss me. I didn’t even know he liked me enough to kiss me!”

“So, what was it like?” Seon Deok poked her friend, eager for details.

“Well, it was… perfect. Slow and warm and … delicate,” she sighed and Seon Deok sighed with her. “And then he tugged me to him and his chest really is as solid as it looks but in a good way and the kiss was firm and thrilling and… god, it was so hot. Seon Deok, what is wrong with me?” She poured herself another glass of soju before knocking it back. “How am I supposed to fix this?”

“Go back and ravage him? He’ll probably forget all about it. Nothing like hot make-up sex,” she giggled and Soo smacked her lightly on the arm.

“I’m serious. I’m looking for serious solutions only.”

“I was serious, but, um, why don’t you write him a song or something? It’s kind of your thing.”

“Hmm… yea, I guess that makes sense.”  

Soo was avoiding him. She hadn’t been to any of their practices since he kissed her and she ran off. Why had she ran off? She seemed just as into the kiss as he did. He pressed his face into the pillow and screamed into it. It didn’t make any sense to him. Why had she run off?! He punched the pillow, punched the bed, punched the headboard. Was she really dating Baek Ah? Would she kiss him back if she was dating Baek Ah? Did he just betray his best friend? Everything would’ve been fine and solved and wonderful if she had just. Not. Run. Away! He flipped on his bed and started kicking the air. This was driving him up the wall.

There was a small knock on his door and Baek Ah poked his head through. “Hey, is there something going on with you? Because you’ve been terrible at practice. You’re off beat, or you��re too loud or you’re too soft or, sometimes, not even paying attention. It’s not like you.”

So pouted at his friend. “I think I did something really bad. And you’re going to hate me.”

“It would take quite a lot for me to hate you.” So pulled the pillow over his face and mumbled his troubles into it. Baek Ah walked over and pulled the pillow off his friend’s face. “So, just tell me. Can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s broken.”

“I kissed your girlfriend. I didn’t mean to, but she’s just so beautiful and always smells so nice and she licked her lips and I just couldn’t help myself and I kissed her.”

“Okay, let’s backtrack. I don’t have a girlfriend. Unless you count that poster of Seohyun from Girls’ Generation. Have you been kissing my poster?”

So sat up and squished Baek Ah’s face between his hands. “You’re not dating Hae Soo?”

“Hae Soo?” he asked, pushing So’s hands off his face. “Why would I date her? She likes you.” He gasped loudly. “YOU KISSED HAE SOO?! Oh, tell me everything? Did she kiss you? Man, I was wondering how long she was going to hold it in. She never shuts up about you.”

“She likes me? She said that? You heard the words ‘I like Wang So’ come out of her mouth?”

Baek Ah furrowed his eyebrows together. “Wait a second, start from the beginning.”

So fell sideways on his bed, his head dangling over the edge. “It was last week. It was after you and Eun left us to clean up. We were talking about instruments and I just… I kissed her and it was amazing and then she just left. And I haven’t heard anything from her since then. I thought she was avoiding me because you two were dating.”

“Okay, we will talk about how easily you would kiss a girl you think is my girlfriend at another point in time, my friend, but we’ve never been a thing. She’s cute, but she’s like a sister. I did suspect you had a thing for her, though, when I saw you kicking the couch after she dragged me into my room saying she was going to sleep with me. She likes you, though, so I’m surprised she would just leave and she didn’t even mention it to me.”

“You’ve been talking to her?” So asked eagerly, pulling himself up. “She hasn’t been coming to practice though.”

“Oh, that’s because she has exams and she’s been studying. She’s still been working on the music, though. She gave me the finished sheet music this morning. She said as long as we nail the melody, she’ll come through with the lyrics and she’ll meet up with us at the competition.”

“Right. The competition, which is another couple weeks. Do you think you could ask her why she left? Or like give her my number? Or should I write a letter? Do you think she would like flowers? Should I write a letter and send flowers?”

Baek Ah slapped his hand over So’s face. “Just stop talking. I’ll talk to her.” So just nodded.

Eun was off in the distance, on the phone with Seon Deok asking about Soo’s whereabouts. She was late and they were supposed to be up any minute now. Eun got off the phone and rushed over. “Seon Deok said traffic is really bad, but Hae Soo is definitely on her way.”

So rubbed at his eyes. Baek Ah smacked his face. “Okay, Eun you know the lyrics right?” Baek Ah asked. “If, for some reason, she doesn’t show and we go on, you’re going to have to sing.”

“Uh, I don’t know. Keyboard, I’m good at. Singing I’m good at. Playing the keyboard and singing at the same time in front of all those people, maybe not so much.”

“Face it,” sighed So, idly twirling his drumstick to hide his rising panic. “We’re screwed.”

“Well, aren’t you just a beacon of optimism,” said a voice behind him. All three men turned to see Soo and they gaped at her. So stood quickly, tripping over his feet and stumbling before her beauty. She looked stunning in a simple red dress that lightly hugged her small frame before flaring out the knees. Her usual straight hair fell down her back in waves and So wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the length of it. The most beautiful part of her, though, was the way her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Sorry, I’m late.”

Eun pulled her into a hug before So could get to her. “It just matters that you are here,” Eun said close to her ear. “Come on, we’re next.” He took her hand and dragged her towards the stage. She gave So a fleeting but encouraging smile. She had hated how she had left things, tried texting him and calling him a thousand times, but nothing seemed right. She would make it right tonight, though. She had to.

A stagehand came up to them. “Ready in five,” he said and then hurried off to prepare the next act. They took their places behind the curtain. So tried to get Soo’s attention, but she was too busy talking to Baek Ah, going over last minutes notes. I guess I’ll just have to wait until after the show, he thought to himself. He cursed Eun for taking away his small window of opportunity.

“Alright, all you music lovers,” they heard the emcee call over the speakers. “Give it up for The Wolf-Dogs.” The crowd roared as the curtains rolled up.

“Wow,” Hae Soo said into the mic. “What a great crowd, tonight. Thank you all for letting us play our song for you. I know you’re pumped and ready to dance, but we’re going to slow it down for you a little bit. This song was written as an apology of sorts for someone I like quite a bit, maybe more than a bit. This song is called ‘Through the Night’. We hope you like it.”

The light dimmed over them as the first notes chimed over the crowd, a soft note escaping her lips, lulling the crowd into a hush. As she serenaded the audience, So felt the rising tide of euphoria sweep through him and felt the ebb of his anxiety and confusion over her radio silence flee with every romantic lilt and intonation that rippled from her. He watched as the crowd one by one by one brought out their phones, waving the bright lights in the air, creating a sea of fireflies. He clung to her words, the ones that told him she loved him, that told him she missed him, and said he was a blessing. He wanted it all with her, every touch, every smile, every conversation and she was telling him, telling everyone, that she wanted it too. He didn’t care anymore if they won this competition because somehow, inconceivably, he had won her love and that was the greatest prize of all. As the last silvery notes resonated through the night, the crowd’s howling and thunderous applause returned to the venue. The four of them took a bow as the curtains lowered. Stagehands rushed them off the stage so they could set up for the next competitor.

“Oh, man, Hae Soo, you were great!” Eun applauded. “I’ve never heard anyone sing like that before.”

Once again, Eun brought her in for a hug, completely cutting off his older brother from her. This time, without any time constraints, So pulled his brother off of Soo. “I need to talk to you,” So said to her and she let him take her hand and followed him to a quieter place they could talk.

“Before you say anything,” Soo said when they stopped. “I just want to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just left like that. I could give you a thousand different excuses, but I’m just going to say that I like you. I like you a lot. I liked kissing you and I love that you can be wild and free playing the drums but that you’re precise and nimble enough to play the violin and I love how you smell like flowers but you taste like cinnamon and I like that you don’t care about what other people say about you. I just like every bit of you and I’m all in. That is, if you still like me.”

So felt his laughter bubble in his chest and burst from his lips. “Are you laughing at me?” she said, pouting.

“No, I’m laughing because this is all so unreal. You just sang a song for me. You wrote a song about me, about us, and sang it in front of all those people and now you’re standing in front of me listing reasons why you like me and I just can’t contain myself. Because I like you, too. I like you so much. I loved kissing you and I love that you smell like apples and taste like vanilla. I like how you put your whole heart and soul into every word and note you write. I like that you go after what you want no matter the consequences that lay before you. And I’m all in, too, every bit of me.”

It was Soo that initiated the kiss this time and So found he liked that a whole lot better, the way she jumped up into his height and crashed her lips into his. She dropped down, a playful smile on her lips and her eyes shining with glee. It wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more of her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer, and his other hand reached up to brush her hair behind her ear. “Don’t run away from me this time,” he said and as a giggle spilled from her lips, he drank it in. He stole another kiss and his own heart created a song just for her, bursting to be sung.  

[iwrotemywayto-revolution]

Can you imagine?

Request: You’re reading for Maria at the Hamilton workshop, but you’re far more interested in Eliza than Alexander.

Pairing: Phillipa Soo x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,733

A/N: here’s day six of the @hamwriters‘ writeathon a bit late- also known as first time day! I know Pippa wasn’t actually part of the workshop cast but I’ve fiddled with it bc reasons. I’ve not written pippa x reader before so here goes

--

The room was empty except for a circle of chairs and a piano. You paused awkwardly in the doorway, checking the room number you had hastily scribbled down again. It definitely said room twenty, but what if you had heard wrong over the phone?

You wiped your hands on your jeans and walked in. “Hello?” you called apprehensively, peering around. You had had the call last night- Lin-Manuel Miranda of ‘In the Heights’ fame wanted you to read for a part in his new musical.

Which was apparently a rap musical about Alexander Hamilton. Okay.

Since no one else seemed to be there, you sat down in one of the chairs and fiddled with your phone, debating the merits of downloading an inane game to pass the time. You started to hum the song that had been on the radio in the taxi that had brought you there. 

Almost ten minutes later, just as you were halfway through singing What the heck I gotta do, someone appeared in the doorway. “Hello, hello, hello!” Lin-Manuel Miranda grinned as he walked in, “sorry I’m late.”

You looked around at the other empty chairs. “It’s alright- you’re not the only one.”

He frowned, as if he’d only just noticed that the two of you were the only ones there. “That’s weird.” He pulled out his phone and fired off a text. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, half-getting out of your chair, “I’m reading for-” you checked your notes, “Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Lin held up his own script, which was covered in scribbled annotations in messy handwriting, “I’m your Hamilton.”

You raised an eyebrow and were about to respond when the doors open again and a couple of people arrived- you recognised Chris Jackson from In the Heights and Daveed Diggs, whose music you had started to listen to as soon as you found out he would be in the show. 

--

You stayed sat in your chair as everyone started to settle down, some stopping to say hi to others before they made it to their seats. You looked to your right and felt your jaw drop. A beautiful girl, her dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and wearing a flowery scoop-neck and knee-length skirt, had taken the seat beside you.

She looked up and met your gaze. You hastily smiled. “Hi,” you said, voice higher than usual from nerves that made your heart thump particularly hard.

She smiled back and you knew you were lost- her smile was soft and gentle, her eyes kind and a dark brown. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Pippa.”

“Y/N,” you returned, throat dry, “Nice to meet you.” 

Before you could make a fool of yourself, Lin clapped his hands and stood up. “So,” he grinned, “you’ve all heard my admittedly terrible demos, you’ve all got scripts. I’m Lin and this,” Lin gestured to Alex, who stood up from behind his keyboard and waved, “is the genius behind the music, Alex Lacamoire.”

Everyone murmured a hello as Lin took a seat. Alex cleared his throat. “We’ll run through the songs in order,” he said, “starting with Alexander Hamilton.” He sat down again and played a couple of scales. “Is everyone warmed up?”

You nodded, having done some exercises before everyone else arrived. Everyone else nodded too, and you wondered if that had been why they were late. 

Scanning the lyrics for Alexander Hamilton again, you remembered that you only had the one line in it: “Me? I loved him”, so you settled back to hear everyone else. 

Utkarsh grinned and introduced the musical as Burr, looking as if he wanted to be moving about the room even though it was a read-through. Chris, Javier, Joshua, and Daveed joined soon after. It felt somehow tense but freeing to be in the room- it felt like the beginning of something, you realised.

Then Pippa started to sing- quietly, soprano- and you saw her face change with real emotion. Too quickly her part was over and you joined in with the others to sing the ensemble part. 

--

Alex gave feedback after you finished running through the first two songs and Lin scribbled furiously all over his script and sheet music, muttering about tempo and line changes as he did so. He asked Chris to try some new lyrics, got Daveed to swap a line with Joshua, and asked Pippa to sing her line with a crescendo instead of diminuendo and a slightly different inflection.

The next two songs went much the same, except that you only sang the ensemble parts, watching Lin rap his way through My Shot  with impressive speed. Then you moved onto Schuyler Sisters. You, Pippa, and Anika all got up so Lin could see your dynamics, standing in the middle of the circle of chairs. 

Utkarsh narrated again from the sidelines and your stomach did a flip when Pippa took your hand to ‘tug’ you into the circle properly. You bumped your hip against hers when you sang your first line, almost stuttering when she returned the gesture. Everyone sang the ensemble part and you stepped forward.

You put your hands on your hips and turned to face your ‘sisters’, “Daddy said to be home by sundown-”

Anika shrugged. “Daddy doesn’t need to know.”

You pouted. “Daddy said not to go downtown-”

Pippa raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the door, "Like I said you're free to go-"

--

After Schuyler Sisters you didn’t have much to do beyond singing the ensemble part. Instead you sat on your chair and watched Pippa perform Helpless, something twisting tightly in your chest when she kissed Lin at the end.

You wondered if you could change Satisfied to be about Eliza instead.

-

It was lunch time before you reached the end of the first act. “Well done,” Lin called to everyone after the end of Non-Stop, “you can all take an hour or so for lunch and afterwards we’ll work on Act two.”

“After we try some changes to Non-Stop,” Alex interrupted firmly, making everybody grin. There hadn’t been a single song that hadn’t been followed by Lin scribbling on his script and Alex on his sheet music, followed immediately by calls for corrections or alterations. 

You grabbed your bag, wondering where to go. You didn’t know many places around the are but surely there’d be a Starbucks or something nearby. As you stuffed your jumper into your bag, you heard someone clear their throat. 

You straightened to find Pippa standing there, a nervous smile on her face. “Do you have plans for lunch?” she asked, adjusting the strap of her bag, “I was wondering if you wanted to grab something- there’s a nice café around the corner-”

You were so surprised that you did nothing but gape for a moment. Pippa’s smile faded. “If you don’t want to-”

“No I do!” you found your voice and interrupted her, “I’d love to.”

Pippa’s smile returned full-force and she fell into step beside you as you headed out, waving goodbye to Lin and Alex where they were hunched over Lin’s script, whispering and scribbling. 

--

You and Pippa settled down in the corner of the café, hot drinks and sandwiches cluttering up the tiny table. “So,” Pippa said as she pulled her hair out of its ponytail, “how did you end up here?”

“I worked with Lac on a project a couple of months ago,” you explained. You took a bite of your sandwich, “I wasn’t singing for him, just managing some stuff- but he heard me in the break room.”

Pippa laughed and raised her cup. “To what a little break room singing can do,” she suggested. You giggled and raised your cup too, tapping it against hers. You both took a sip, wincing when you realised it was still a little too hot to drink.

“Broadway, huh?” Pippa gazed dreamily out of the window in the direction of the Richard Rogers, “Can you imagine?”

You could see Pippa up there, inspiring joy and sadness and astonishment. “Yeah,” you murmured. Her hand was resting on the table and you wondered if it would be too soon to take it.

--

The first song after you came back was ensemble time for you again. Pippa joined you as you welcome Daveed, cocky and enthusiastic as Jefferson, home again. Then you sat back to watch Lin and Daveed spit their arguments to each other and then watched Javier and Pippa try to persuade Lin to take a break.

Javier knelt down to be Philip, miming the piano tune that Lac played in the intro. You stifled a smile and bit back a laugh when Pippa tried to beat-box. “I’ll learn,” she promised Lin in the feedback session. He gave her a hard look but nodded.

--

“For this one, Y/N,” Lin said, “your job is to be sexy.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and stammered out your agreement. You saw Pippa grin out of the corner of your eye and steeled yourself to try your best. Lin had reassured you that you didn’t need to kiss him, even though it was scripted.

Utkarsh introduced the scene again, handing over the narration to Lin after a moment. You stared at your line and anxiously calculated your cue. “I know you are a man of honour,” you sang, meeting Lin’s gaze. He was giving you his best smoulder and you fought back a grin, “I’m so sorry to bother you at home.”

--

You gathered your things, ready to leave. Lin and Alex had praised everyone’s efforts and reminded you to return next week to work with any changes that they might have made during the week. You shouldered your bag and turned to go, only to find Pippa standing there.

“This is starting to become a regular thing,” you laughed, stepping back a little.

Pippa laughed. “I was wondering...” she looked uncertain, poised on the balls of her feet as if she was about to run for it, “if you wanted to grab dinner with me.” She flushed a pretty pink and lowered her gaze, “you know, as a date.”

You took her hand hesitantly and squeezed it. “I’d love that,” you said quietly, relieved when she squeezed back. 

The two of you headed out, hands hesitantly linked between you. You could have sworn you saw Lin wink at you as you passed him, but brushed it off. You’d rather have Eliza.

[sunshinemiranda]

Starlight Grounds - Phillipa Soo x Reader

Summary: The reader is a barista at a coffee shop. There is a beautiful girl who comes in at the same time every day to get the same drink. She asks after the music. A mixtape happens. 

Warnings: None, except for MAJOR TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. Honestly. 

Words: 2,424

A/N: Day 2 of the Write-A-Thon! Sorry for posting so late, I had a really big day. There are songs that go along with this fic, and I’ll add links in the paragraphs! Just click on the titles. Thank you to @protecting-my-legacy for proofreading this and letting me use your wonderful self as a side character. 

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Starlight Grounds was a little hole in the wall coffee shop, tucked neatly into the corner of West 46th Street in the busy crowd of New York City. It serviced the tired actors and crew who needed a morning pick-me-up before going to a day of rehearsals at the Richard Rodgers, which happened to be just down the street. Every day was a long one, even for such a small coffee shop, but the job was happy and provided good tips. It was perfect for you.

Every morning, right on time, a dark-haired, beautiful girl came in and ordered a venti cinnamon dolce latte. Every morning, she hummed a different song and even sang softly, with a beautiful, crystal clear voice. Every morning, you swooned a little more over the stranger who you only knew as “Pippa”, as it was written on her coffee cup.

“All you know is her favourite drink and her nickname, and you’re half whipped for the girl already.”

“I am not!”

This argument with Mackie, your sweetheart of a coworker (correction: scathing sweetheart) had been going on as long as the customer of your affections had been coming to your workplace.

“Look,” sighed Mackie, all hands on hips and perked eyebrows. “Just ask the girl out. Maybe write something cute on her cup if you’re feeling risky. Don’t just stare at her like an idiot and ask her the same question every day.”

“It’s my system.” You pouted, crossing your arms with a huff. “And it works.”

“Like hell it does.”

Despite your colleague’s hard work to push you forward, the next morning followed the very same schedule. The doorbell rang as the minute hand on the clock hit 5:36, and you scrambled out of your seat to take her order.

“Hi!” You inwardly cringed at your cheery employee voice. “What can I get you?”

“A venti cinnamon dolce latte, please.” She grinned, sliding exact change over, already knowing the price by heart.

God, she was adorable.

“Oh, also, could you maybe tell me the name of this song?” She smiled, gesturing to the speakers that happened to be playing music that you had selected.

You were bursting with pride as you pulled her drink together. She liked your music. Yours.

“Of course!” As you slipped a protective sleeve onto the cup, you pulled out the Sharpie that was perched behind your ear and scribbled out, Blue Velvet - Lana Del Rey, before handing it to her.

She looked down, eyes following your note as her smile grew. “Thank you so much!” Reaching over, she pushed a ten dollar bill into the tip box, sending you a heart-stopping smile before exiting the coffee house as quickly as she had left.

Frozen on the spot, you stared at the door that had already closed, the doorbell echoing softly, full of a blush and a heart that just couldn’t slow down.

Mackie looked up from her magazine, cocked an eyebrow and took a pointed bite of her apple.

“Jesus, you have it bad.”

No amount of denial would change the fact that she was utterly correct.

The next morning, Pippa whooshed through the door, looking pretty as always and rubbing her hands together from the cold winter outside. She was humming a song, and it wasn’t until she had pulled up to the counter that you realized it was the very same song you had written on her cup yesterday. Your heart did a tapdance.

“Hi there! Can I get a-”

“Venti cinnamon dolce latte?” You offered a shy smile.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, a little louder than she had planned, and blushing. “I do come here a lot, don’t I.”

Mackie coughed from behind the panini press, something that sounded dangerously close to the word, “whipped”.

Pippa tilted her head, listening to the speakers that were, again, playing your music.

“Jeez, it’s like every time you come in here, you’re playing music I like! Can I get the name of this one too?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Of course!” You blurted. “You like French music?”

“Oh yes! I love the language. Always wished I could speak it.”

“Me too,” you smiled, pulling out your Sharpie to add, Ava - Coeur de Pirate to her cup.

Giving you a word of thanks, she sent you a beautiful smile and swept out the door and on her way. This girl was killing you with her wonderful smile, her great taste in music, the way she dressed, talked, and sang your favourite songs under her breath. God, there was no way you could survive the shift without poring over your song selection to find the perfect song for tomorrow morning. The day would not end fast enough.

The “music incidents” as you and Mackie had come to know them, kept going throughout the week. Every morning, your infatuation would appear like an angel at the door, right on time, always humming the last song you had suggested. Sometimes she even sang it under her breath and your world pretty much exploded. Always, she would ask after your song choice.

On Monday, her cup said The Only Thing - Sufjan Stevens.

Tuesday, it read Sleepwalk - Santo & Johnny.

Wednesday morning brought, Sea of Love - Cat Power.

Thursday was marked with, Someone New - Hozier.

Mackie was certain that it was her way of hitting on you, but you, on the other hand, summed it up as some angelic kindness on her part. After all, this girl was practically perfect in every way. In what twisted, upside down world would someone of this league and stature want anything to do with you and your disorganized playlists? It was too good to be true, and though Mackie tried (more than once and in many different ways) to prove that you were wrong, the concept was simply too unfathomable.

After the Thursday shift had come and gone and you had been nearly run off your feet with grumpy New York inhabitants, grumpy before their first touch of caffeine, you slouched into a leather chair next to an equally tired Mackie.

“I think I know what I’m gonna do.” You mumbled, eyes closing to gather your thoughts.

“And what exactly would that be? Gape at her beauty some more? Keep giving her song names and nothing else? Memorize her coffee order and never get her number? Stare at her agai-”

“Mackie, no. I’m gonna make her a mixtape.”

There was a pause and you opened your eyes to gauge your best friend’s reaction. She glanced over at you, expression serious now.

“I think that’s the best goddamn idea you’ve had since you decided to join me in this horrible barista job. Now get home, you’ve got a lot of work to do. I’ll close up.” She sent you a lopsided grin.

“Oh my God, seriously? Yes, you are the best Mackie, I love you, I promise to-”

“(Y/N), I didn’t give you free time just for you to waste it. I’ll close up. Now get the hell out of my coffee shop.”

There was no point in throwing away the opportunity.

A quick bus ride and a two-block-walk later, you had arrived comfortably at home and got straight to work. A few weeks ago, you had bought a few blank cassette tapes, planning on making some birthday playlists for some close friends and family when the time came. Thank God for that. Immediately, you pulled up all your music on your phone, sifting through it and marvelling at how many of the songs reminded you of the beautiful girl who appeared in your dreams.

It took two hours to finish the tape, and you realized that doing so was not easy. A load of calculation went into how to fit the songs on both sides, and that wasn’t even mentioning the twenty minutes you wasted trying to find the perfect song to start the playlist with. By the time everything was finished, your eyes had been strained so badly that it was hard to write out the names of the songs and artists on the slip of paper in the cassette case, but it was worth it. Your motivation stemmed from excitement to see her face when she saw your gift. Hopefully, it would lead to a nice enough segway into asking her out on a date, but for now your focus was entirely on the mixtape in front of you.

As you fell asleep that night, your stomach flipped in waves of anticipation and nervousness. It was like being a high school kid again, the night before the Valentine’s Day dance where you were planning to ask your crush for a slow dance. Except, this was real life, not a dream, and you were an adult, which meant people were quicker to judge and expectations were easily crushed, stabbed, punched in the face and run over with a bus just for good measure.

Pippa (or whatever her name might be) seemed to be different. Her smile promised warm hugs and her laugh made you want to hold her hand and there was just something about the way she sang that hit your heart like a warm bath against tired skin. She was the epitome of beautiful and it wasn’t just a coincidence that she appeared so frequently in your dreams.

Before you went to sleep that night, you wrote out a neat title on the cassette: For the girl who likes cinnamon dolce lattes.

No morning before a confession can be fully complete without an almost complete freak-out. The clock was speeding towards 5:36 and Mackie had spent the past half hour trying to quell your fears.

“She’s going to hate it, I look so creepy, oh God, why am I doing this?”

“Because you like her. And you made this awesome playlist and you are going to give it to her and ask her on a date.”

“I can’t,” you breathed, head in your hands as you quaked at the very thought. “I can’t do this, I really can’t-”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” The decisive way she threw your name out, like it was a command, caught your attention. “You listen to me and you listen hard. You stayed up all night making this disgustingly adorable mixtape for a girl you like. You put time into this. If she doesn’t appreciate it, then she’s not worth all the fuss and bother and frankly, I don’t want you going out with someone who can’t appreciate the work you put in. This is going to happen, and it’s going to happen well. Now get yourself together, stand up, and face her. That’s right.”

She stood you up with a firm grasp, turning to the counter to retrieve the cassette you had banished and pressed it into your hands just as the doorbell rang. You mouthed a silent, thank you, before moving slowly but surely to the till to take Pippa’s order.

“Hey! Just the regular.” She threw you a grin that sent your mind into a tornado as you typed her total out, taking her money with mechanical movements.

“Sounds good,” you managed, but your voice was weak and wavering.

As you reached for a cup to scribble her name down, her eyes widened as she caught sight of what you had still clasped in your hand.

“Oh! Is that a cassette?”

“What?” You almost jumped, realizing that you had it in plain sight and quickly hid it in the pocket of your apron. Quickly, you busied herself making her drink. “Um, y-yeah. Yeah it is.”

“That’s so cool. I have a tape player at home but nothing is on cassette anymore, so I’m not sure if there’s a point.” She sent you a sad smile as you topped her drink with a black plastic lid.

“It should come in handy one day.” You replied with a watery smile of your own, passing over the cardboard cup.

“I hope so! Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She waved over her shoulder, still smiling before walking out the door.

The cassette hung heavy in your pocket, full of regrets and ultimately, a plastic reminder that you had completely failed. You were just accepting defeat when Mackie hurried over and grabbed your sleeve, tugging on it viciously.

“Go after her.”

Something about the way she said it pushed you right into gear and before you knew it, you were hurrying out of Starlight Grounds and into the morning crowd of West 46th Street, still clad in your green barista apron and armed with a cassette for a beautiful girl. A familiar head of hair caught your eye and you wasted no time in hurrying forward.

Your voice seemed to take control of its own fate and without even noticing, you called out her name.

“Pippa!”

Her head whipped around and she startled as she realized it was you, but waded back towards where you stood on the sidewalk.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), hi.”

“Wait. You know my name?” You stared at her in shock.

“Of course. It’s on your nametag.” She grinned, pointing.

That was more than embarrassing.

“Oh. Right.” Rubbing a hand over your face, you steeled your nerves. “Listen, I just…I wanted to give you something.”

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the tape gingerly and offered it to her in an open palm.

“This-This is for you. I made it. It’s got all these songs I thought you’d like since you always ask me about the music I play so, I thought you would appreciate it?”

She stared, breathless at the gift and reached forward, picking it up with awe in her eyes.

“This is…oh my goodness, (Y/N), this is too much. I can’t believe you did this for me.” Looking up, she grabbed your hands, giving a wide smile. “Thank you. Really.”

“Anytime.” You smiled, giving her hand a squeeze as your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Hey, would you…like to go grab — well, maybe not coffee, ‘cause you must be sick of that — but do you wanna get dinner with me some time?” She asked, blushing badly as she stared at where your hands were clasped.

“I was just about to ask you that.” You grinned. “Yes. Of course, I’d love to.”

She let out a delighted giggle that made your knees weak. “Awesome. What’s your number? I’ll call you.” When Pippa appeared at your door the next night, right on time at eight o' clock, she was holding a mixtape with your name on it.

[your-fantasy-alive]

Tongue Technology- Suga *Attempted Smut*

" I don't really see what the big deal is about when you talk about music. " you said as you both are sitting in his studio. " Im sure you dont jagi but I want you to know that this is what I do for a living so you must accept it. Besides, if I wasnt doing music, we would have never met." Yoongi said as he works on his laptop. " Yeah, but....... We would have found eachother one way or another. It is called destiny." " Hmmm, never met her before.. What is she like?" he says, trying to joke around. " Stop babe, you are always trying to make jokes about us like we aren't important to you." He then slowly turned to face you with this look of suprise. " What are you talking about? I never make serious jokes about us. Why can't you just take a joke? Better yet, if you feel like I don't take us seriously then why are you still with me? " he said, with the most serious tone you have ever heard from him. " Im still here because I love you. Maybe you should ask yourself why are you still here." you exclaimed as you tried so hard to keep your anger in. He then stood up and made his way to the door. " Maybe I should. I'll see you later. " he said then walked out. You stare at the door for a while just wondering how this even happend in the short conversation that you were having together. " Fine, if thats how you feel, lets see how you feel when your music if not there anymore." You exclaimed as you went through his laptop and erased all of the music that he created in his studio. Once done, you grabbed your purse and left the room.

On your way out, J hope stopped you. " Hey, is everything okay because hyung left out looking really angry. " " Everything is fine J, we just got into a little argument. We'll be fine by tomorrow night." you said with a smirk on your face. ".....What did you do?" he asked , picking up on your strange aura. " Don't busy yourself over small things boo. I'll see you later!" you said, as you left their dorm.

Hopefully he takes the bait ........ ************** You were at home in your bed trying to go to sleep when someine starts banging on your door. What the fuck? Who is that?! You get out if your bed and wrap yourself in a robe as you make your way down the stairs and to your door/ BANG BANG BANG " Hold Up!" you shout over the noise. You then open the door nd there stands Yoongi, soaked by the rain. " What the hell yoongi. Why are you outside while its raining?" you said, pulling him inside trying to get him warm as fast as possible. " It didn't start to rain until after I had made it a couple of blocks from my house. BUt, Im out because I need some where to go so that I can take my mind off of stuff. " " Oh its okay, I was just laying down because I have to be somewhere in the morning. " you said, walking away to find him some clothes the put on. " Where do you have to be? Its a saturday." he said " I have to go visit my parents tomorrow for their wedding anniversary." you said, once you were back with his pajamas. " When you are done changing you can come up and lay down. Im going to sleep." you said as you go back towards the stairs. ****************** You had been laying down for 30 minutes trying to see how long it would take him to actually walk up the stairs. I wonder if he figured out what I did to his music yet. Maybe-- " Sorry I was taking so long, I was just trying to mentally prepare myself." " Mentally prepare yourself? For what?" You asked as you gaze into his eyes. In that moment you realized something. He Knew " Just wondering about some things. Do you want to know what those things are?" he said as he slowly made his way towards the bed. " Sure, tell me what on your mind." you said " Whats on my mind is the fact that you think you can get away with erasing all of my fucking music off my laptop. Do you know how fucking hard i worked on those songs?!" he said, voice deadly. " Hmmm, I don't seem to care now do i?" you said. He then proceeded to walk up to you and pull the convers off. " You will baby girl." He then gripped you your leg and flipped you over so you were on your front. " Maybe if I gave you a nice spanking you ouldn't be so bad jago, what do you think?" he asked , as he starts to rub your butt. " mmm maybe" you said as you arched your back, making your ass curve into his hand just right.

The first hit was unexpected as it was aimed towards the center of your right cheek. The sting of the hit alone brought this feeling of home and pleasure that had your insides slowly curling. Then came the next three hits in the same spot, making you squek out by the rapid sucession of the hits. " Baby, does this feel good to you?" he asked, as he delievered another hit, this time to the left chek. " yes... baby. it feels great" you said, arching more and more to get his hard to cover all of you. " More baby, " you said, breathlessly " awe, my little girl wants more? Ask nicely baby girl" he said, slowly spanking you harder and faster. " Please baby, more. Give me more." you started to whine. After hearing your whine, he then picked up more speed and started assulting your ass with hits. He was hitting you so hard and fast that It started to feel like ne complete slap. " oh.. baby... please." you moaned He then turned you over and stared at you . " Do you think you have any say in anything? No" he said. He then slowly lifts your pajama dress and he gazes hungrily at your vagina covered by you pretty grey lace underwear. " O just want you to know something, you might not make it to the anniversary thing on time tomorrow." he said He then leans over and sucks on you through your underwear creating a warm sensationthroughout your bady. " Fuck.. baby" He then chuckles and slowly pulls down your underwear. the entire time, you are panting, hoping this goes where you want it to. Once your underwear are off, he pushes you legs apart and just stares at your vagina. " Stop staring and do something" you whined, squirming in his hold He then gets comfortable on his front and blows along your lips, sending shivers along your spine. " Look at my baby girl, ou look so pretty. " he said, running his nose along your vagina lips " Please baby, stop playing around. " you moaned into the air He then slowly leans down and starts to slowly lick at your clit rhythmically, causing you to slowly lose breath. He moans in the back of his thoat and surges foward to get a better and and attacks your clit with licks,sucks , and random vibrations " MMM yoongi, fuck.. if feeels soo fucking good" you cried out " Does it baby?" he pulled away to ask Then he lowered his head towards your opening and extended his tongue until it was all the way in " FUCK YOONGI" you screamed He then started to spear his tongue in and out of you as he massaged your clit with his thumb. The entire time, keeping eye contact with you, making you even more hot then you already were. " I can't yoongi... " yu said, trying to warn his that your orgasm was on its way. " Squeeze my hand when you're really close" he said, continuing his administrations As your orgasm built up, you could feel your body start to quake from the pleasure YOu then squeezed his hand and.... he stopped moving completely. " Nooo." you whined " Did you forget that this was still a punishment baby girl?" he asked you, rubbing yoru thighs, trying t help you calm dwn Once he felt like you were calm enough, he went back to slowly building you back up. *********** It had already been 5 hours of building you up just to stop and at this point, you couldn't take anymore " DOn't stop again baby. Im sorry. I wont delete your music again" you pleaded , feeling your body slowly build back up " mmmm" he hummed back, speedunf up his hands and tongue " Baby... baby... fuck... oh go.." you said, slowly falling over th edge again to have him stop once more. " NOOOOO" you exclaimed, and this time, you felt tears prick your eyes "Are you crying baby girl?" he asked " No" you said, turnign your head trying to hide your tears . "Fuck thats so fucking hot" he says as he lays back down and eats you out with an entire new wave of lust. Seeing you crying from frustrastion mde him feel so fucking good. It made him feel in control. He assulted your vagina with vibraations and licks that had your back arching off the bed. "YOONGIIIIIIIIIIIIII" you cry as you finally come, seeing white *************** You don't know how long it had been since you passed out but you turned over and you see yoongi spooning you. Maybe I should delete his music more often "Do it again and I will make sure that I make you last for more than 5 hours. Try me. Youre lucky all my music saves to different places simultaneously otherwise it wouldve been worse. Now go to sleep, you have to be up in 2 and a half hours" he said, then kissed you in the back of your neck. " Night Baby girl" "Night Baby"

[pearlsephoni]

i have homework i need to do

plso here’s a list of questions that are supposed to be sent as asks but i felt like answering them myself rip productivity and sleep leggo

200: My crush’s name is: lol people I know irl follow me they don’t need to know this 199: I was born in: Galle, Sri Lanka 198: I am really: sleep-deprived 197: My cellphone company is: AT&T 196: My eye color is: Daaaaaaaark brown 195: My shoe size is: 6 194: My ring size is: I don’t actually, but I guess one of the smallest sizes 193: My height is: 5′1 192: I am allergic to: pet dander 😢 191: My 1st car was: still don’t have my license rip 190: My 1st job was: working in a lab! 189: Last book you read: Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison (I’ve been working on like five other books for the last year why am i like this) 188: My bed is: a lofted long twin, gotta love dorm beds 187: My pet: don’t have one 186: My best friend: got three, love them all 185: My favorite shampoo is: SheaMoisture’s Coconut and Hibiscus Curl and Shine has been great  184: Xbox or ps3: PS3 183: Piggy banks are: wonderful 182: In my pockets: my headphones 181: On my calendar: so many projects and presentations and finals rip 180: Marriage is: what you make of it 179: Spongebob can: ...do whatever he wants? i don’t care 178: My mom: is one of the best people in the world 177: The last three songs I bought were? Dead Girl Walking, La La Latch, and the 21 Chump St soundtrack 176: Last YouTube video watched: What If? feat. Daniel Radcliffe, by Anna Akana 175: How many cousins do you have? 7 174: Do you have any siblings? nope 173: Are your parents divorced? nope 172: Are you taller than your mom? we’re the same height 171: Do you play an instrument? Piano (badly), and I used to play clarinet 170: What did you do yesterday? classes, lab work, IRO meeting, then stayed up Way Too Late finishing an assignment [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight: nah, I believe in attraction at first sight tho 168: Luck: Yeah 167: Fate: Yeah 166: Yourself: Working on it 165: Aliens: Yeah 164: Heaven: um 163: Hell: uh 162: God: haven’t thought about it as much as I probably should’ve 161: Horoscopes: not usually, but they’re fun 160: Soul mates: I kinda do, but I wish I didn’t, because it’s such a stressful concept to me 159: Ghosts: not really, but I’ll still get spooked at haunted places 158: Gay Marriage: YES???? 157: War: no 156: Orbs: don’t really know anything about that 155: Magic: no, but I wish I did [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs 153: Drunk or High: never been high 152: Phone or Online: online 151: Red heads or Black haired: black haired 150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes (all my crushes have been brunettes, idk how or why)  149: Hot or cold: Hot 148: Summer or winter: summer 147: Autumn or Spring: spring 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla 145: Night or Day: both  144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges 143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk 140: Mac or PC: PC 139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops  138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and poor 137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke 136: Hillary or Obama: hoo boy, Obama 135: Burried or cremated: Cremated 134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing 133: Coach or Chanel: Coach 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: lmao Taylor Hicks what a throwback tho 131: Small town or Big city: Big city 130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller (unfollow me if you pick Sandler omg) 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Manicure 127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 123: Yankees or Red Sox: Red Sox [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: unnecessary  121: George Bush: really don’t like this weird “kind grandpa” tour he’s going on. appreciate him acknowledging his mistakes though 120: Gay Marriage: Should be accessible to anyone and everyone, and the continued persecution of gay people (and people of every non-hetero sexuality) is disgusting  119: The presidential election: Hell On Earth 118: Abortion: Should be accessible to anyone and everyone 117: MySpace: Let it die 116: Reality TV: Let it die 115: Parents: I’ve been blessed with amazing ones, but not everyone is, and everyone should be able to define their relationship to them without society trying to enforce judgement on them 114: Back stabbers: been on both ends of that 113: Ebay: where I go for kpop things rip my wallet 112: Facebook: I’m embarrassed by how much I still use it 111: Work: nice. people at Wharton can be so stuck-up though, why are theatre kids like this 110: My Neighbors: Love them!  109: Gas Prices: pls 108: Designer Clothes: I think they’re super pretty, but they’re just not something I could personally invest that kind of money into 107: College: Should be accessible to anyone and everyone 106: Sports: wow I really don’t give a fuck outside of the Olympics. wish I did.  105: My family: Love my parents, love my maternal grandmother, wish I had a better relationship with the rest.  104: The future: Wow! Fuck! Terrifying!  [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: Saturday night 102: Last time you ate: Eating chocolate rn lol 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: yesterday when I saw one of my asshole high school classmates twice in one day what kind of fuckery 100: Cried in front of someone: oh wow...it might have been the day after the elections? or my first therapy session? I don’t remember which came first oops 99: Went to a movie theater: March 24th, to see the Beauty and the Beast remake lmao 98: Took a vacation: Spring break, went to NYC with one of my close friends  97: Swam in a pool: Jamaica, the first week of January 96: Changed a diaper: over the summer, while babysitting 95: Got my nails done: never gotten them done professionally!  94: Went to a wedding: uhhhhhhh I must’ve still been in pre-school I think 93: Broke a bone: never happened to me g bless 92: Got a peircing: when I was a baby lmao 91: Broke the law: I guess underage drinking counts, so this past weekend lol 90: Texted: an hour? ago? I think?  [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: Leslie  88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my parents, my mom’s cooking, the kids on my street  87: The last movie I saw: Split (unless the last ep of Black Mirror counts because that was a 2 hour doozy) 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Going to Mexico this summer 85: The thing im not looking forward to: finding out how my crush feels about me 84: People call me: smol, cute, sweet, angry 83: The most difficult thing to do is: confrontation 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope 81: My zodiac sign is: Bull 80: The first person i talked to today was: my linguistics prof 79: First time you had a crush: elementary school  78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my mom and Jaylen 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Lizy, last week 76: Right now I am talking to: no one  75: What are you going to do when you grow up: be a doctor? hopefully? and travel? ahhhhhhhhh 74: I have/will get a job: yee 73: Tomorrow: I have a test in Spanish and have to work on a group presentation rip 72: Today: NEED TO GET THIS DAMN PROPOSAL DONE 71: Next Summer: this coming summer? going to Mexico, still don’t know what I’m doing for the second half why does this keep happening 70: Next Weekend: Working Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time! so excited, I’ve been looking forward to this show for the past year 69: I have these pets: none :’(  68: The worst sound in the world: screams of pain 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mooooooooom (because I love her so much)  66: People that make you happy: my parents, my friends, I’ve been blessed with the people in my life 65: Last time I cried: probably two weeks ago, my mind wouldn’t shut up before bed  64: My friends are: the most patient people in the world 63: My computer is: doing its best, wish it had more memory 62: My School: is great!  61: My Car: nonexistent 60: I lose all respect for people who: voted for Trump 59: The movie I cried at was: the last one was Lion 58: Your hair color is: black 57: TV shows you watch: Too Many 56: Favorite web site: Facebook, Tumblr, YouTube 55: Your dream vacation: living in Paris for 1+ month 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: all of junior year of high school 53: How do you like your steak cooked: I’m pescatarian lmao 52: My room is: small, but lovely 51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhh Viola Davis 50: Where would you like to be: Paris, NYC, Disney World 49: Do you want children: still not sure honestly 48: Ever been in love: unrequited, but yeah 47: Who’s your best friend: my mom, Jaylen, Riley, Leslie 46: More guy friends or girl friends: woah so many more girl friends 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: getting enough sleep 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my parents, my crush, Jaylen 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: kind..of...it depends on a lot of variable tho 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: tentative, but yeah 41: Have you pre-named your children: nah 40: Last person I got mad at: does sean spicer count 39: I would like to move to: NYC, Madrid, Paris (why am i so bougie why am i like this)  38: I wish I was a professional: actress [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: sour patch kids, airheads xtremes, cotton candy 36: Vehicle: Volkswagon Beetle, the last generation when it was still round rip 35: President: Obama? 34: State visited: California 33: Cellphone provider: AT&T i guess 32: Athlete: Simone Biles 31: Actor: at the moment, Dev Patel 30: Actress: at the moment, Phillipa Soo and Viola Davis 29: Singer: at the moment, Bruno Mars 28: Band: at the moment, EXO and Royal Pirates 27: Clothing store: Rue 21 26: Grocery store: Meijer and Kroger 25: TV show: at the moment...shit, I don’t really know 24: Movie: at the moment, Amelie 23: Website: tumblr, facebook, youtube 22: Animal: elephants 21: Theme park: Disney World 20: Holiday: Christmas 19: Sport to watch: Figure skating 18: Sport to play: uh badminton I guess 17: Magazine: Entertainment Weekly 16: Book: The Night Circus 15: Day of the week: Friday 14: Beach: Galle 13: Concert attended: Bruno Mars’ Moonshine Jungle with Jaylen 12: Thing to cook: omelettes 11: Food: my mom’s food, spicy ramyun, macarons 10: Restaurant: Boiling Pots 9: Radio station: 98.7 in Detroit  8: Yankee candle scent: don’t really know 7: Perfume: Marc Jacobs Daisy 6: Flower: plumerias, cherry blossoms, roses, daffodils 5: Color: piiiiiiiiiink  4: Talk show host: I still miss Oprah tbh 3: Comedian: John Oliver, John Mulaney, Mike Birbiglia (I know, I need to diversify my choices)  2: Dog breed: corgis, samoyeds, labradors, goldens, poodles 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? I tried? 

[kuuxkat]

[EN]Lisani Vol. 27.1 Interview with Uchida Aya

Translated and Typeset by: @kuuxkat / QC by: ~mega @ #teamonibe

Originally Sourced from: Ultra_utchi here

Original TL by: 月牙、阿暄、乔君、红 QC by：月牙、阿暄、清凉、鱼鱼、乔君

Images from: @emitsunosaurus-rex

DO NOT USE THE SUBS FOR COMMERCIAL PURPOSES!

Contents under the Cut!

Typeset images can be seen: here

-- In the half year after “µ's Final LoveLive! ~µ'sic Forever ~”, were there times where you revisited your time in <LoveLive!>? Ucchi: It’s already been half a year huh…. Although I did receive my copy of the Final Live BD before the release date, when I got my hands on it, I didn’t have the courage to view it immediately and I left it there for 2~3 days. In the end I still viewed it before the release date, I felt an indescribable feeling that I had to view it in an impartial way to accept it, I guess. I knew that it was a very long ‘Live’, so I prepared hot drinks to watch it leisurely. But, from the moment I started watching, my body unwillingly leaned forward and I didn’t have the frame of mind to even drink. I closely watched every frame on the screen, I felt that it was a waste to even blink (laughs). -- What were your thoughts after viewing it again?

Ucchi: When the camera wasn’t on me, my thoughts would run around like: “This moment that was picked for this child, and when she was singing this line --- It’s soo cute that I could cry!”, basically I viewed it as if I was a member of the audience.

But, when it’s me though, I’d feel that it’s something remarkable. “This part was cleaned nicely” and the image that I can see from far away, I felt that I could see Kotori - like that. When I look into it in detail, and when I saw myself in the various poses, I felt very gratified… all those complex feelings are joined together.

I watched it many times while holding on to thoughts of: “I can’t watch this part impartially, let’s watch this a little more carefreely” or “Let’s watch once more, just that song”. -- During the preparatory period for Final Live, what was the state of mind that you carried with you then? Ucchi: Speaking honestly, I have too much feelings for <LoveLive!> that I don’t know what to do. During dress rehearsals we could unexpectedly and calmly say that: “This is our final song.” So to our fans we would say that just as calmly, but for myself, I still feel that: “Because this is the final, so I want to put a performance that I won’t have any regrets about. I tried to make my actions as close to Kotori as possible. As there were time constraints on the time that everyone could rehearse together, so everyone put our best during the limited time we have, to create a Live that would leave the best memories in our hearts.

There were many different things happening that build on each other, but we didn’t want to just finish it in a hurry. And for the songs that had their choreography done for the first time at Tokyo Dome, with the consideration that this is the final, I put in lots more suggestions as compared to before. -- Do you have any very strong impressions about scenes during Final Live? Ucchi: That instant when there were the nine of us before <Bokutachi wa Hitotsu no Hikari (僕たちはひとつの光 lit. We Are A Single Light)> began.

“Even as we arranged our costumes, we spoke to each other, “This is the end, huh?””.

In that place where the audience can’t see us, being surrounded by unbloomed flowers that were moving. This space that belonged to us members was the one which seemed the most real, so it left a very strong impression.

Although the Anime didn’t show scenes at the backstage, but I can strongly feel that: “So this is what μ’s would have felt then, huh?”, so from there I really wanted to cry. Although we said that we won’t cry, but in the end, we still cried.

But I personally felt that those were good tears. To be able to cry because the other members were cry in their beautiful faces too, it is also something very wonderful.

Mimorin she is the type who doesn’t really cry, during the MC portion she dropped tears too. At that time, by chance I was looking at that side, and what I saw with my own eyes were the tears dropping from her eyes. At that time, something struck me hard. It really was exactly like how ‘indescribable’ - would be like, as at that moment, I felt that everything that we’ve done up till now, was crystallized beautifully in that moment. -- What was the situation like after it ended? Ucchi: It’s different from saying that I successfully finished a concert, if I have to say what’s different, it would have to be that I was in a terrible state after the performance in the first day.

I didn’t want to leave any regrets behind, so I worked too hard, on the second day when I woke up in the morning I found out that I couldn’t utter a sound.

I panicked and didn’t know what to do…

Looking back at it, at the time I considered only those who could only take part in the first day’s concert, and I didn’t consider those in the second day.

I held with me the thoughts that: “There were things that only could be done on Day One of the Live” and I put in my all to perform, and discovered that although the heart was willing, my body is weak.

… but, looking back at it, I put in all my effort into it that way huh? Looking at the images in the BD, I feel that the calls during the interlude periods were especially lively too. (laughs) The everyday where the goal is to show that “Kotori is here!”

-- Looking back, what was your first impression when you first met Kotori?

Ucchi: Just from the name you can imagine that within the members she is the type that is very warm and gentle, as she would add accessories like tails to her school uniform, it also gives the feel that she is a very trendy child right?

As we didn’t have much information about her, I went through lots of scenarios in my head just from the concept art and her name about her character. -- Her personality and etc hadn’t been determined at that time right? Ucchi: Although we were still in the planning phrase, but I originally did know about the project that the <Dengeki G’s Magazine> readers were taking part in. I was very happy to be part of the project, and I knew too that it’s a project whose long term future would be determined by the readers’ votes, so having lots of restrictions on the designs wouldn’t be that good.

At that time, I got very excited just thinking about what kind of character Kotori would grow up to in the end. -- In some way, among the members Uchida-san was the member that had the best grasp of what the project’s goals were (laughs). Ucchi: But, even if if we knew that it would be votes that would decide placings, but as expected there would be ups and downs. In the first round of votings, Kotori was placed 9 out of 9 members, I couldn’t help but exclaim out loud at that time (laughs).

At that time, I thought that perhaps I have to work harder to lead Kotori forward.

So when I was singing together with the nine of us, I kept on thinking that no matter if it was just one line that was sung alone, I had to express myself in a way that let people recognize that it was Kotori.

Before that, when all nine of us sang together the key would be a little lower, and it was hard to showcase Kotori’s soft fluffy voice. But <baby maybe Koi no Button (baby maybe 恋のボタン lit. baby maybe Love's Button)>, this song’s speed was comfortable and the lyrics were simple, so I feel that I grasped the method where: “In this way, I’ll be able to perform Kotori’s thoughts.” From the beginning to the end, the goal to achieve [the feel of Kotori] had never changed. -- What were your feelings like when you first performed as Kotori during 1st Live? Ucchi: I didn’t have any confidence at the start, I felt very uneasy on whether there’ll be any audiences that will come for our live. That unease started when under Printemps, the three of us performed under the name of <LoveLive!> in the first ever event.

But when it was time, the audiences that came had filled the entire 80 seater venue completely. I was very extremely happy at that time…

From then on, during the process of preparing for Lives, there was something growing slowly, a confidence that: “Who knows, it might give birth to something that’s beyond our imagination, something amazing.” -- Just as expected, μ's gradually became an existence that couldn’t be ignored, so are there any changes in Uchida-san’s mental state? Ucchi: For myself, there weren’t many changes. I myself isn’t someone who looks up to Idols, but is one who looks up to Voice Actresses - that’s why I joined this industry. So at that time, I wasn’t sure what to do when I had to stand on stage and make appearances.

I believe that the Uchida Aya who is casted as Minami Kotori, whether in stage appearances or Drama CDs, the right way for her to sing is in the capacity of a Voice Actress. So I’m always working hard towards the direction of “How to show the [Feel of Kotori]”.

As I would have to perform the exact same dance movements in the Anime in a Live, just dancing by itself doesn’t have much meaning… the performing skills of the one performing as Kotori is irreplaceable, so at that time I went to study many videos of idol groups, and researched the actions of girls who looked especially cute and fluffy.

From the beginning to the end, the goal to achieve [the feel of Kotori] had never changed -- So that means, even among the intensity of those around you, from the start till the end you would have to maintain a state that would “express a synchronized front with Kotori”? Ucchi: Yes. At that time I felt that I still had some distance between myself and Kotori who was slowly gaining popularity and it created some unease. I didn’t have the same appearance, didn’t have the same body and I was still wearing the same outfits while being published on magazines. I was also depressed about people saying that “she’s not cute”. But, as I’ve already decided that I’ll use all that I have and put in maximum effort. So when it was decided that we’ll be performing for the first time at the Saitama Super Arena, all those worries were tossed away to the skies.

I thought that since the arena would be so big, what everyone could see would only be as big as a grain of rice, so if it’s only the silhouette that’s similar, in the distance it’ll be especially be like Kotori. So I left my hair long and after considering, dyed my hair to a color closer to Kotori’s. -- We’ve talked about it earlier, but after watching the BD of Final Live, you did feel that you do have a ‘feel’ just like Kotori now, right? Ucchi: From the start, I worked with the hair-stylist bit by bit to improve and it all accumulated to today. At my time at the Tokyo Dome, I added hair extensions, dyed my hair specifically and wore a bird crown. I achieved a state that is closest to the real Kotori. And well, Kotori is in charge of costumes, so in this part I paid special attention to it. As this time there were lots of fast costume changes, and clothes that would bloat a little after being worn, so I discussed with the costumer designer several times.

Especially so for <Mogyutto "love" de Sekkin Chuu! (もぎゅっと“love”で接近中! lit. Approaching Tightly with LOVE!)> ,the costume had a lot more thought put into it.

We stubbornly said, time and time again said: “This skirt is better!” “If this part is too bloated, the silhouette would be different from the anime!” stuff like that.

It’s exactly because of this scrutiny with regards to the hair and the costume, that when I saw the image of my back in the BD, it’s just as if Kotori really was there, and I myself am especially satisfied.

“That’s what I want to see! This product, it’s literally one and only, isn’t it?” (laughs) A miracle product due to the convergence of 9 incomparable individuals -- For Uchida-san, what does the existence of the members of μ's mean to you Ucchi: I feel that they are nine individuals which are invincible. The members of μ's are simply amazing. This is what I feel all the time, and when a Fan Meeting occurs, this feeling is born once again. If we gather the nine of them together, I guess they can do anything. It’s at a level that makes people question: “What exactly is the main profession of this group of individuals?”, everyone can sing and can dance, and even if it’s just speaking they are still so interesting.

Every member has an area where they could be proud of, for such a diverse group of nine individuals to gather together, and each with their own speciality…

It creates a safety blanket where one would feel: “I’m not afraid of causing an awkward situation, someone would be able to turn it around”. “I’m not afraid of being asked unusual topics or questions where I won’t be able to answer, everyone would be able to pool their efforts to finish this cooperatively without asking”. The team synergy is especially amazing too!

Although it feels like I’m talking about someone else, but really it makes one feel: “What’s up with these guys huh!” (laughs) To have so many people view Kotori as a treasure, to me, I feel very very proud. -- So, what kind of presence is Kotori who has been walking together with Uchida-san for the past Six years? Ucchi: How do I put it, I guess it’s an incredible feeling. Although this project is coming to an end, but i feel that it will never end. Although it’s commonly said that I gave Kotori life, but we created memories together, we went through hard times, bad times to have happy and blissful experiences, it’s something that will forever stay with me. Just like how when I was young, the Anime characters that I watched still remains in my heart, like they never left…

Although Kotori and I are definitely different, but it’s because of her that I can gather my determination, I guess she is something like my life’s treasure?

In many places that I don’t know would have many people who view Kotori as a treasure, to me, I feel very very proud. -- Finally, please say something to the fans. Ucchi: I think, after Final Live there would be many people who would be wallowing in their sadness? But half a year have passed, for myself, my mood has gotten much better, and I am able to finish this interview with a calm state of mind.

As expected this is because, at ‘that’ stage we’ve created a moment in time where it can never be compared against.

People often rate <LoveLive!> as a miraculous project, and I feel that at the Live, singing with everyone for the final time - till the end, at the end it’s still a project that fits the title of ‘Miracle’.

The way it ended was just exquisite, after rewatching the BD, I literally gasped at: “It actually ended at the exact right time!?” (Laughs)

For a project to be surrounded by so much love, I’m afraid there’s no comparison, and for it to be born in the first place, the credit would have to be given to everyone who have supported and loved it from the start.

From selling not even 400 CD copies at the start, the number of people who love this product gradually grew and it’s because of this that we are able to see such a big dream.

Because they exist in everyone’s hearts, if everyone tastes something bitter, or when you hit a wall in life, if at that time you think of <LoveLive!>, then this project bores meaning.

I hope that this project would continue in this way, continue shining onwards.