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nekobadassclub · 4 years

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LATE !

At school with M/n who is looking for his friends who are running late 🤭

M/n:Are yall coming to school today Yes or No 🤔

Jin: Yes we running late because of someone

Namjoon: Hey M/n is the teacher in the class yet

M/n:Not yet why how far away are yall?

Jungkook : is that a meme of me ?

Namjoon: Yep Jun got all the memes of everyone but were getting off topic here

Jungkook: were a hour away M/n😅

Jimin : is she in class now M/n

Yoongi : No she can't be she always late

M/n : And those are facts she never on time which I don't mind because it give me time to finish homework from my other classes because I be staying up and reading Wattpad or watching horror movies and games 😔

Jin : Wait did we have homework 🤔

Taehyung : Yes we did it was a 10 page essay about something we watched I did mine on watching M/n trying to make the devil his bitch😐

Yoongi : wait what M/n doing what now

M/n : Taehyung nobody was supposed to know that but anyways I did mine on vines

Jungkook : I did mine on Iron Man

Namjoon : I did mine on friends

Yoongi : I did mine on sleeping

Hoseok : I did mine on dancing

Jimin : I did mine on hanging out with friends

Jin : I forgot we had homework 😓

M/n:

Namjoon: Is she in the class yet cause we at the gate 🤨

M/n: she's not here yet 😐

Jin: Good I hope she forgot about the homework 🙂

Yoongi: She probably didn't she never does 😒

Jin:

Hoseok : were almost to the class 🤗

BTS walks in the class and goes to their seats that is near M/n

M/n : She really late today so Jin you'll probably finish the essay before she gets here if everyone of us does one part 😎

Jin: Yes 😆

A few minutes they all helped Jin finish his essay and the teacher still hadn't arrived yet

M/n: Guys you know what I just noticed 😓

M/n: Nobody here but us .......

Yoongi : I'm check the sign 🤨

Hoseok: Guys today's a teacher work day that's why nobody here😔

M/n: but the teachers not here either 🤔

Hoseok : because everyone when home and were locked in the school until tomorrow🤭

Jungkook: Were all gonna fucking die 😭

Jimin: What do you mean we are locked in here until tomorrow 😅

Yoongi:

Taehyung: Should we I don't know call the police

Namjoon : The police would just laugh as if we're pranking them 🥲

Jin: This is why we should have check before coming to school but why was the doors left unlocked for anyone to walk in to the school 😐

Hoseok: That I do not know 😑

M/n: So we stuck in the school until tomorrow 😔

Hoseok: pretty much 😓

Taehyung :

M/n: What type of game

(((＼（＠v＠）／)))

Jin: I wouldn't have ask that Jigsaw games is usually life or death 😐

Namjoon: Jigsaw is not real he just a made up horror movie character 🙄

M/n: Actually Jigsaw is real Namjoon google the story 🤗

Yoongi: We could jump out the window since we on the first floor but the alarm to the school may go off 💀

Hoseok: Yeah and glass may pierce you so nah I'm good 😑

M/n : What type of game 🤔

While they are busy talking they don't notice the principle car is still outside 😶

M/n: 12 True Creepy SCHOOL TEACHER Stories From Reddit: https://youtu.be/DzOrW0zJAxk

Jin: I'm not watching that nope no

Taehyung: looks like our teacher doesn't 😂

M/n : Yep maybe it is our teacher 🤣

Jungkook: Guys there a car outside

Everyone runs towards the window and notices the principal car still there

Namjoon: That's the principle how can we get him notice where in the school ?

Yoongi : Throw something out the window to get his attention

Jimin : M/n give us your laptop

M/n : Hell Nah to the nah nah

Hoseok throws out M/n notebook with his essay in it out the window

M/n : my work 😭

The principle looks up after getting out his car

Principle : Wtf was that

The principle picks up M/n notebook and looks up and see everyone arguing about what to throw out the window to get his attention that they stuck in the school

Principle : Well let me get them out of there 😑

The principle unlocked the door then walked to the classroom they are in and opened the door

Principle : Get the fuck out 😑

Jungkook: were free

Jimin: thank you so much for coming back

Taehyung : .....

M/n: Fuck this shit I'm out mhmm fuck this shit out

And Everyone when home except M/n and BTS who when to eat

M/n : wait a minute were is my fucking notebook ?

Hoseok : The principle kept it 😅

M/n: my essay was in there now i'm have to write it all over again

Jimin : or you could go see the principle when school is back on Monday so you can get your essay

M/n: there were more then just my essay in that notebook guys remember my how to get away with murder plan

Yoongi : your one way to get money without working plan as well

Taehyung : and your how to be a high class stripper plan

M/n : hey hey that plan worked and yall know it

Jin : yeah it did but those plans can get you suspended or land you in jail

M/n : i'm go cry in a corner now 😢 😭

Jimin hugs M/n : its ok we'll sneak in and get the book back

Namjoon: how we have no idea where the principle live?

M/n : actually I do 😅

Hoseok : how do you know where the principle live

M/n : that's a long story I need something to get of trouble and I was walking home back from the park and noticed the principle in a house with a cheerleader outfit on and heels while dancing and singing along to Milkshake so i recorded it just in case I get in trouble and to black mail him when I do get in trouble

Taehyung : Wow just use that video to get your notebook back Monday

Taehyung has signed off

M/n : that's the plan see ya Monday guys

M/n has signed off

Jimin has signed off

Jin has signed off

Jungkook has signed off

Namjoon has signed off

Hoseok has signed off

Taehyung has signed out

Yoongi has signed out

#kpop male reader #ot7 x reader #bts x male reader

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 3 years

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Movie night at the avengers compound

Movie night with your boyfriends second family

Warning: a lotta fluff

Pairing: Peter x fem!reader

Status: dating 🥰

It's you traditional Friday avengers movie night, where all..well most of the avengers watch movies together as family time (not all the avengers come every Friday but they try their best to)

so all the avengers gathered up and went to the largest living room, you may ask why we don't use the theatre room but Tony always say that "family time" is spending the day with each other not scattered around in a theatre *A/N: sorry to anyone who does them in the theatre they're all great I LOVE reading them, but for a movie night I just imagine them in a theatre-ish living room if that makes sense*

Tony just prefers us to huddle up in the huuuge couch and some would sit on the comfy side chairs or on the soft fuzzy floor from literally THE most comfortable rug EVERRR.

Vision and I are usually in charge of the snacks, they let vision get them coz they know he won't eat any of the food, but what's stupid is that they also put ME in charge, and I am definitely a foodie especially for snacks!

Once vision and I put the snacks in the table that's in the middle of the whole seating arrangement, we sit back quickly to get the best spots.

"Y/N/N!! RIGHT HERE!" Peter said, I mentally thanked my considerate boyfriend that he saved THE best spot..well in my opinion, which is the bed side of the comfortable L shaped couch, so Peter and I were basically cuddling

"So" tony says clapping his hands together "what are we watching?" Looking at the rest, and like every single damn time, everyone shouts they're movie recommendation all at once

"THE NOTEBOOK" Wanda screams with a smile on her face

"IT, IT, IT, IT" nat and Clint chant

"MEAN GIRLS!" Thor shouts

"STAR WARSSS" Peter beams with his cute smile and lit up eyes, I wanted to pick something on my own but seeing peters face made me melt, so I had to help him out!

"YEAH STAR WARS" I scream throwing pop corn at Thor, and when he noticed, he started dumping the whole box on me.

"THOR, OH MY GOD" I look at him and he has satisfaction written on his face. My face was pure rage, in a joking matter obviously but before I do anything Sam cuts me off and the rest still chanting their movie picks.

"YALL MOVIES ARE DISTASTEFUL, WE'RE WATCHING BAYWATCH" Sam screams at everyone *A/N: just think of any mature movie coz it fits with the story*

"THERE ARE KIDS HERE SAM!!" Steve shouts back, oh boy here we go again..

"ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT TONY HIRES A BABY AND THE BABY BRINGS HIS GIRLFRIEND 24/7!" Sam claps back pointing at tony

"HEY" tony yelled finally taking his attention off the discs he has in his hands.

"OH SHUT UP SAMANTHA!" I say,, he finally shuts up and slumps back to his seat while everyone's laughing

We FINALLY decided on the Aladdin live action movie, Thor never watched it so we HAD to show him or..I had to show him 😂

I was snuggled in peters chest, our legs practically knitted together while his arms are wrapped around me, my right arm is holding his soft hand while my left is playing with his hair.

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

A whole new world comes up, Thor was practically sobbing at this point, Loki has a hard yet emotional face trying to contain his feelings, nat was calming Steve and Clint down, coz they were also very into that scene, tony suddenly decided to put sunglasses (we all know why) and Peter was also tears eyed.

I on the other hand was trying to distract myself by humming the song, it always gave me goosebumps but I tried not to sing too loud.

guess I wasn't very subtle coz then Peter started singing with me, he never sung infront of me before and..,he had a good voice, wait let me correct that, an angelic voice, oh my god I could go to sleep just by hearing him sing one word.

I looked at him when we finished the song and smiled, he reciprocated and kissed me softly, just like the movie.

"You have a really good voice" I say stretching the "really"

"Nah, i don't think so, but YOU...that's a different story" he replies

"No I'm serious" I laugh "we should sing together sometime" I say practically begging him. *A/N: should I make that an imagine? Them singing together and maybe getting caught or smthg idk*

"Uhh I don't know y/n/n I'm not that good" he says softly snuggling his head in my neck

"Pleeease, let's try it at least?" I ask massaging his head, and groans in satisfaction...got him

"Fine ok" he grunts but secretly likes the idea

🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

After 2hrs of singing and dancing to Aladdin, the movie finished, basically half of the avengers are asleep, nat, Steve, and Bucky decided to go to their comfortable bed instead of getting toes on their faces or get in an uncomfortable position, but for y/n and Peter, they basically had the best spot so no one could annoy them.

"Ok goodnight Peter and y/n" nat says waving at us from the doorway

"night" Say, my voice muffling from the blackest and eyes closed

"Mmmbphm" Peter blurted out, I don't even know what he was saying but it was so cute seeing his tired face, smushed from the blackest as well

"Goodnight pete" i say getting closer to him

"Night babe" he whispered helping me get closer to him

Wow, what a wonderful night 🥰

hope you guys liked this one!

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night

- quacksonlover

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #ned leeds #may parker #aunt may #the avengers #mcu #michelle jones #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker #avengers

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eitelle · 4 years

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ayo can i get a matchup? i’m bastiaan, a bi trans male, my mbti is ENFP, i’m a pisces libra leo (sun moon rising), fav color is purple (but like, dark purple. not periwinkle), fav food is sweet buns, i’m 5’4 (ish), i’m kinda fiery and a dickwad at times but if i care about you i’ll do anything for ya. i have pretty severe adhd, so i’m loud. very loud. but when i’m uncomfortable i recoil and don’t speak. i’m very flirty, but can’t handle it when given back. could i get a haikyuu boy? thanks :3

HEY BESTIE ONG THIS IS THE FIRST MALE ONE IVE EVER GOT SO I APOLOGIZE IF I DIDNT DO IT JUSTICE‼️‼️ BUT U SEEM SO SWAG 🥶🥶 omg u remind me hardcore so much of atsumu but i have no reason why? but atrong atsumu vibes fron this one 😩🙏 wait omg im so annoying im sorry 😭🤚 AYO IM A LEO SUN??? LEO RISINGS SCARE ME NGL BUT UR SO COOL BRO and no choice w ur username but it fits so hard lowkey 😻😻🙄👍

getting strong hopeless romantic and protective vibes from u as well so,,, id say imma match you with: tanaka ryuunosuke 😼🥵

OK SO HCS IM SO HYPE FOR THIS BRO:

daichi literally babysits the two of u

shares custody of yall w suga i will take no arguments at this time

U FLIRT W HIM LIKE “omg babe ur so cool youve never sat a game out. but yk thats not the only reason why u should be tired” AND HED BE LIKE “oh yeah? but u should be tired all the time from running laps in my head all day” AND HED LIKE LAUGH AT U BLUSHIBG SJJDHD

once yall stayed in w like noya kags and hinata and hinata ended up safely on the bleachers, noya had his jersey on backwards slumped over w messed up hair at the base of the place where kiyoko does announcments and kags was upsidedown in the ball bin

in short you guys need supervision. 🙄👎

the two of u dont even have a ship name ur just the protect hinata squad/beat up kageyama squad (not rly like yall love kags he just bullied hinata and hinata>>> so yeah)

barks at people who look at u for more than 5 secs (after 5 secs is considered staribg i think)

yall are like a dog couple. like dog parent couple yk?

watched rom coms when he found out u were a hopeless romantic

mf blocked kiyoko and censors her name now when talking to u bc he doesnt want u getting jealous pls-

screamed when he found out u were a libra bc hes a scorpio and scorpio is ruled by mars, libra by venus

venus and mars are basically soulmates (aphrodite and ares in their roman form) so he def screamed 😩😼

was gonna do the beanie gif BUT LOOK WHAT I FOUND 👀👀👀

imagine:

cleaning up the gym with tanaka was fun. most of the times. well if u can just ignore the dark haired brooding male in the corner aka daichi sawsmura watching as u and ryu clean up while bopping to okd 80s tunes, lana del rey and 5SOS.

you turn towards each other, singing “HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH WITH YOU” screaming the words to her song as well as screaming “SHES KINDA HOT THO,,, YEAH SHES KINDA HOT THO.”

daichi was about to call it quits when he sees that you two have finished and were now on ‘you make my dreams come true’ as you two lock up the gym letting daichi scramble out you shooting a “wow im hurt, so eager to leave,” causing daichi to look back with a glare at your unapologetic yet apologetic smile.

you two walk home together and wrap the night up w some hardcore rom coms‼️‼️ (aka crying over the notebook for the 10th (???) time ever)

OK NO ARTBREEDER 😞👎💔 BUT TANAKA W HAIR 👀👀👀 i am looking: respectfully

TEXTS NOW🙄👍‼️

#]€>|€|€.>THATS SO FUNNY TO ME HOPE U LIKED AHHAHAHA

#michelles 60 follower matchup event #omg im laying down writing in the dark and i legit have tears streaking down the side of my face sjdhcb

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ikesenhell · 4 years

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An Ode to Someone I Once Knew

You can find all other IkeSen/IkeVamp works of mine on my page under the Masterlists! NOTES: Wow, let me just whip up some angst real quick for yall. Sorry that I’m constantly doing our boy Shingen dirty. Somehow, everything I write for him I honestly love.

This is one part fix-it for his route (because I feel like he was shortchanged SO HARD by his route, let’s be honest, I think he deserved better) and another part just blatantly attempting to hurt you all. Sorry? TW Angst, TW major character death.

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Once, when her staying was less voluntary and more ‘voluntold’, she’d started on a poem. The pen in her purse was still good. From time to time, she dripped water into the ink just to make sure it stayed liquid; writing with a brush was still too difficult. The tiny notebook that used to hold grocery lists was now a therapist.

A seasoned poet, she was not. That was fine. No one would read it. It was just whatever felt right, mostly stream of consciousness: the bone deep fear Kenshin inspired, the agonizing loneliness, the uncertainty and helplessness of living in a world so removed from your own. It distracted from the ever-evolving timeframe of ‘homeward bound’.

More or less everyone had their own segment. Yukimura’s was short (the good thing about him was he was so clear cut that anything she wrote was the same); Sasuke’s, warm and friendly; Yoshimoto’s, elegant and difficult to pin down.

Speaking of difficult to pin down…

Even after the first month (and being kidnapped by his own people, and constantly visited, and negotiating boundary after boundary after fractional boundary with him), she couldn’t figure Shingen out. She assumed at first that the one among them most like the moon would be Yoshimoto. Oh, no. That was Shingen. He wore a thousand masks, each like a crescent or a waxing or a waning or a half moon, and even when he seemed most unobscured she wasn’t certain she had the whole picture. It was like viewing a man from a thousand miles away; she, earthbound, and he, out there in the heavens, visible but blurry all the same. She half-started on a poem, stopped, stared out into the dark, and absently titled it An Ode to Someone I Once Knew before a single sentence was fully formed.

No doubt she would only get perspective on him once she was safely home.

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Another Full Moon for him: more clarity she couldn’t quite take at its face. She wandered across the stables and discovered him inside, holding the reins of a wild-eyed stallion and delivering calm instructions to a stressed-out Yukimura.

“You shouldn’t be handling him,” Yuki scolded, but his heart wasn’t in it. “I can do it.”

“I have it.” Shingen’s voice betrayed nothing; the horse reared powerfully and he snapped around, wrapped the rope around his hand, forced it back into place. “Do you think I haven’t done this a thousand times?”

Yuki opened his mouth to say something, spotted her, and closed it again. “Oi, Boar Woman. You should stay back.”

“I planned on it.”

“Goddess,” Shingen called smoothly, a grin sliding onto his lips. There it was; that lunar mask, constantly shifting. “Good morning.”

“Focus on the horse! Hells!” The younger man gripped at his own hair like it might help.

“It’s fine.” And Shingen finally turned back to focus on the animal. Sure hands slid up the rope, coming ever closer to its muzzle. It bucked and jerked and she could see the veins in his shoulder stand out, but he didn't budge. “Yuki, I need you to step back.”

“But--”

“Yukimura.”

That was a command if ever she’d heard one; and she never had, not from him. Yukimura stepped obediently backward, shoulder to shoulder with her, furling and unfurling his hands for a measure of control. Shingen straightened up (was he slouching all this time? He looked seven feet tall now), wound another handful of rope into his grasp, and came hand to nose with the stallion.

“Hush, now.” He breathed, and lay his fingers on its nose. His other hand waved a slow path near its eyes. “I’m right here. You can see me. You can smell me. I won’t hurt you.”

“Does he know what he’s doing?” She whispered to Yuki. Yuki, even rocking back and forth between his feet from stress, huffed a laugh.

“Yeah. He’s an expert. Watch.”

The horse didn't rear. It huffed, tried to back into the wall. Shingen coaxed it forward from the stall and into the sunlight, turning it around and around in the paddock. Those frightened eyes softened, blinked, its head lowered, and finally the strained walk turned into a peaceful, slow gait. Shingen smiled and pet its nose thoughtfully.

There it was. The briefest moment of a full moon, the clarity of a telescope, the breathlessness of walking on its surface and glimpsing it in true color. He looked more honest stroking the stallion’s mane than she’d ever seen before; a man at home in his own galaxy and unobscured by clouds.

“Told you,” he laughed, and flashed Yukimura a charming, boyish grin.

“I didn't doubt you could do it,” he snapped back. “Just…”

And it was gone. The men fell silent, the weight of something they didn't trust to her hanging between them.

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Kenshin, in time, grew used enough to her presence to leverage her when he was bored. She learned the pattern of his unease: first he picked a fight with Shingen, then Yoshimoto, then Sasuke, and when inevitably both Sasuke and Yukimura excused themselves on some nonsense errand or another, he at last turned to her. The first five times, he made her drink with him, or waxed poetic about his sword.

This time he took her to the armory. Row upon row of naginata and polearms and spears and swords rest in their racks, polished to a fine edge. The instruments of war made her nauseous. Still, Kenshin looked so content and pleased that she didn't say that. She picked politely around the rows and asked questions, focused on learning as much as she could from the God of War himself. It was an opportunity few could boast.

“And what about that one?” She pointed to the largest of the bunch. Maybe in Europe it passed as a claymore. It was a monstrous blade in a beautiful crimson sheath, wrapped in golden ties and balanced in its own rack. Kenshin eyed it.

“That would be Shingen’s.”

“That thing is massive.”

“He’s very big.” Kenshin wrinkled his nose with distaste. All at once she remembered the legend that he’d had to have his own swords shortened--and noticed at the same time that he was barely taller than her. She hadn’t thought to mentally gauge the gap in their heights before now. “And dramatic.”

Dramatic? Coming from Kenshin? She laughed and managed to disguise it as a cough when he cast a curious glance her way. “I guess.”

Kenshin nodded slowly at the sword--as if it might tell him something, as if it had something to glean from that artistic sheath. He seemed tense, pensive, and she almost asked why--but the best students learned from what their teachers saw, right? So she followed his gaze once more, fully soaking in the sight until it unsettled her.

---

“You’re the kind of man that brings everything onto his shoulders, aren’t you?”

Shingen blinked. She almost patted herself on the back. For the last month, he’d visited her near-nightly in her chambers, constantly talking in circles around her questions and gathering whatever he thought he needed from her (god only knew what that was). She’d never seen him caught off guard before. It felt very much like Christine ripping the mask from the Phantom of the Opera, though she was less certain what she saw underneath. He schooled his expression.

“Why do you ask?”

Valuable opportunities like this didn't come along often with him. She mulled over her words, inspected the shaft of moonlight lancing along the floor. He wore new sandals with crimson trim, his legs folded perfectly under his kimono, the broad plane of his chest rakishly visible. His heart beat faster than most. She’d noticed that a while ago. His pulse was visible in his collarbone, but only when he turned ever so slightly and bared it further.

“Your sword,” she said at last. “It’s like you.”

He lifted a brow, mouth still a pensive line. She half-expected him to summon a deflecting smile and was surprised when he didn't. “How so?”

People don’t pick the biggest blade for no reason. You could manipulate a shorter katana faster. You already have reach. You’re trying to keep people away, but you’re strong, so why? She dug her fingers into the crook of her knees, frustrated, reaching for the sentences she felt and couldn’t match words to, struggling to bring that visible moon into focus and stay there.

“It just…” She sighed. “I don’t know how to phrase it. Would you just answer the question?”

No grin appeared. He just stared, his eyes searching hers, and for the first time he looked lost.

“I suppose any good daimyo does,” Shingen finally answered, diplomatic as ever. “If you really care about your people, you do everything you can for them--even if it takes blood, sweat, tears, and your whole heart.”

The picture remained blurry. She wanted to groan with frustration and shake him, demand answers to a question she didn't know. But that was all she could get. It had to be enough for now. Reluctantly, she stared out into the night sky, at all of the stars she never saw in the 21st century.

“Why do you ask?” Shingen pressed. The same tête-à-tête, back to haunt her. “It’s such a specific question. I’m curious, my goddess.”

He hadn’t stopped looking at her. Why? It was exhausting, the back-and-forth; it made her wonder why she’d named the poem about him (that she hadn’t even started to write) An Ode to Someone I Once Knew. Why did her heart insist that was the right title? She didn't even know him.

“Because,” she said softly, too tired of the fight to keep at it, “Sometimes I feel like I see you. Not the front you put up; something honest. Something real. Something that made Yuki want to follow you and your friends love you, not the…” And she waved a hand in front of her face, “the mask you do.”

Shingen inhaled quietly. She could feel his presence at her shoulder, like he shifted her tides with the gravity he commanded. “Why would you want to?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know you? Don’t you come in here every night? Why shouldn’t I at least want to...” Goddamn words! She sighed. “Don’t you want people to know who you are?”

He could’ve referenced their bet, the one where he would make her smile. He could’ve made some oblique reference to trying to bed her, or slipped from the conversation with the same easy grace he wielded as effortlessly as that massive sword. And yet--yet he just reached out and took her hand. She flinched.

“Sorry.” Shingen squeezed her fingers, the gentle pressure easing her shock. “I didn't mean to frighten you.”

“You’re okay.” She allowed, noticing that the hammer of her heart matched the beat of his own pulse. “Why did you do that?”

Finally he granted her a smile. It was nothing like his usual. This one was sad, bittersweet, sincere. It was the look of a man who’d made up his mind, and for once, she remembered that he wasn’t a planet at all, not an asteroid, not anything in the solar system, just flesh and blood and bone and breath. The distance between them was not thousands of miles, but scant inches, inches that could be crossed. So she did. She scooted herself over to his hip. Shingen blinked with surprise.

“Careful,” she tittered despite herself. “If you keep looking shocked by the things I do, I’ll start getting a big head and think I’m clever.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I dunno, am I, mister ‘I have a super cool spy network and am notoriously smart’ man?”

Laughter rumbled in his throat. She dragged the hand that held hers into her lap, leaned her head against his shoulder, listened to his arrhythmic pulse. Solid warmth caressed her hair.

“Your heartbeat is off.”

Shingen paused entirely too long. “Is it?”

“Mhm.” She tapped out the pattern on the floor with her free hand. “It sounds like that.”

“Odd,” he remarked, and she knew he already knew.

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He asked her to come to the stables the next day, and when she arrived, he was already saddling up a sweet black mare.

“Morning, Goddess.” Shingen grinned at her, all of his vulnerability erased in the light of day. “Do you know how to ride?”

“Not at all.”

“Not at all?”

The urge to say ‘horses are for rich people’ bubbled into her throat, but she bit it back. “Where I’m from, most people don’t have horses.”

“What a pity.” He guided the horse from the stall. Wait--weren’t the Takeda known for their cavalry? It made sense now. “Come on. Let me show you how.”

She accepted his boost into the saddle, his hands steady around her waist and the motion effortless. As soon as she went to swing her other leg over, Shingen cast her a bemused stare. “You’re wearing a kimono, Princess.”

“So…” Wrinkling her nose, she wriggled into a more comfortable position. “So I have to ride side-saddle, huh?”

“As princesses do.” Shingen shot her a smile, and for once the title didn't sound condescending. It felt like he meant it. “But you’ll be alright. There’s nothing you’ll have to do that you can’t do that way, and I assume if it became a matter of life or death, the state of your clothes will matter less--and that you’d quickly discover how to handle it. Come on.”

He guided her out into the courtyard, the sunlight beating down on the back of his neck and his shoulders, his hands firm around the reigns. Unbidden, she considered that he wasn’t teaching her how to ride for practicality.

“Shingen?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sharing something with me?”

He looked back, sincere and open, his expression unguarded and handsome and regal, and answered, “You wanted to know who I am.”

In great moments of your life, it is impossible to pinpoint them at the time, bookmark them and commit them to perfect memory. It was only in retrospect she realized this was when she truly, completely, and utterly fell.

---

They were headed to war, and she knew it. Kasugayama was a hive of activity. Shingen was largely absent from their nightly visits in the days leading up, the space in front of her screen empty and lonesome. She missed the tempo of his heartbeat. She missed the familiar rhythms of his voice.

God, she missed him.

She sat in front of the half-moon with her pen poised, the page of her notebook open to the poem she knew would write itself about him, wordless and quiet. Her soul sat still under the night canopy. She only half-knew him, really, and what she’d seen so far--

When he arrived at her room the next morning, a smile on his lips, her heart beat harder than ever before.

“Care to come out with me?”

“Where to?”

“Just a ride out. Nothing special. I simply thought you might want a brief outing before I leave for battle.”

They saddled up and headed down the city streets, out into the cool day. Echigo was mountainous, snow capped peaks in the distance wreathed in fog and vanishing into clouds. Wind stole away her breath. Sunlight warmed her fingers and face, a gentle reprieve. Around the twisting pathways they went, wild formation of rock and sky their only company until they reached a small lake.

“Here.” Shingen dismounted easily, offering a hand to her. “Let’s rest a while.”

She stripped off her geta and tabi socks, ignoring the laughter in his eyes, hitched up the edge of her kimono, and stepped into the still waters. It was freezing. Even so she wriggled her toes, relishing the feeling. Shingen sat heavily on the bank.

“Having fun, Princess?”

“I like water,” she announced simply. “I don’t know why. Always have. I used to live near the coast and I would go to the ocean all times of the year, even in the dead of winter, and walk through the surf. It calms me.”

“I wish I’d known that. I would’ve brought you out here sooner.”

She straightened up and offered a hand to him. “You could join me.”

A thousand thoughts marched across his features before they calmed again. “Ah, I’ll have to pass, unfortunately. Thank you.”

“Why’s that?”

For all the progress they’d made with each other, there was still something between them. Shingen fell silent, his gaze sliding upward to the sky, his picture-perfect posture a shield between himself and her questions. With a sigh, she waved it off. “Nevermind.”

“I…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s bothering you.”

“You have secrets, you don’t have to tell me.” Almost as soon as she said that, she walked it back with, “Health problems, right?”

Shingen stared. “Yes.”

“Is it some kind of heart thing?”

He hesitated. “No.”

“Okay.” Sloshing free from the water, she shook out her toes and flopped onto the grass beside him. “Something that messes with your pulse, at least.”

A pause. “Yes.”

Whatever it was felt obvious, but she still couldn’t pinpoint it. Frowning, she instructed, “Take a deep breath for me.”

“I can’t.”

“Just one, plea--”

Oh.

She halted mid-sentence, his impassive expression confirmation. Uncertainly, she scooted closer, her hand pressing to his chest. There it was. She could feel the staccato rise and fall under her fingers.

“It’s that bad?” She asked, her voice softer than she meant.

Shingen wrapped his hand around hers. “Bad enough. But I manage.”

An Ode to Someone I Once Knew. The title of the poem meant for him came back to her. It was like the muse knew well before she did, like it was the eulogy to a funeral not far off. If war or disease or famine didn't take him, his own body would, and faster than all the others. All the air in her lungs yearned to fill his.

No amount of breath filled the void of space, did it?

Shingen checked her chin lightly with his hand. “Don’t look so sad. I get that expression from Yuki enough for this lifetime.”

“There’s nothing to be done?” She asked.

After an eternity of silence, he responded, “No.”

There it was.The horse master himself wasn’t holding the reigns, and he knew it. Everything swam into perfect clarity. No wonder she’d barely known him. What was the point in it when you’d just leave them behind? He was already halfway around the bend, a smile on his face and the wind in his hair, and there was never any promise he’d still be there when she caught up…

Her knuckles were white. She realized that now; she’d clenched hard into the silk of his shirt, his hand still wrapped over top, eyes trained on hers. Bitterly, she spat, “This really isn’t fair.”

Shingen chuckled dryly. “What isn’t fair about it to you?”

“That I just now get to--” Goddamnit, now was not the time to cry. She squeezed her eyes shut. “That I just now--I’m just getting to really know you, and I like what I’ve seen, and--”

He wasn’t rock and sky and space; he was flesh and bone and blood and so very little breath after all, only inches separating them, and then there was no separation at all. His hand was the gentlest pillow on the back of her head, her hand on his chest still cushioned in his, the mouth that teased and danced and infuriated her in equal measure over the weeks now on hers. The universe was an unfair place; his lips were so, so gentle and warm. Shingen drew away and she followed, chasing his breath with hers.

“Come back here and kiss me more,” she hissed, and he laughed.

“I am here,” he answered tenderly, and for once she believed him.

---

She never said she loved him. He never said it either; it hung between them like a wedding veil, never to be lifted, the final vows never spoken. But oh, he made sure she knew it. Her body memorized the sharp edge of his hips against the underside of her thigh, how one of his hands so easily gripped both of hers, how he worshipped her so slowly and silently and steadily. The closest they ever came to saying it aloud was the night before battle, wrapped together in his tent under a mountain of warm blankets to stay the cold. He took her hand and pressed it to his heart.

“All for you and Kai,” he said, and it took all of her composure not to burst into tears.

By the end of the week, victory and Kai was theirs.

By the end of the month, he was dead.

---

Tsutsujigasaki fell silent. Who else could fill it but Shingen? She sat in the courtyard hugging her knees at night, watching the moon play over her toes and wondering why it waxed and waned without him beside her. Yukimura and Yoshimoto filled the role of daimyo in the aching gulf. It was so often just the three of them in the mornings, both of them silent and heavy with unshed tears.

“You know,” Yuki started on one of those days, clearing his throat to get the grit from it, “You probably could help me with some of this stuff.”

Coming from Yuki, it sounded like an insult. She knew better by now. He was asking for help. She shrugged. “I don’t know most of the ins and outs like you do, much less Kai.”

“You’ll learn it.” He answered.

“Besides, the trick to Kai is simple,” Yoshimoto joined in quietly, his voice swallowed in the high ceilings. “It’s just Shingen.”

He was right. Even as she busied herself learning its streets, the hardworking people and their humble buildings, she saw Shingen reflected. The wind was his lungs, the town his heart, Tsutsujigasaki his sheltering arms. More and more of the governing work came her way; she buried herself in documents and correspondence and treaties and reconstruction and economic efforts. Kai even shared his generous spirit. The more she gave of herself to them, the more the people gave back to her. Word apparently spread quickly; they began to refer to her as the Lady Takeda.

“You should take the role,” Yoshimoto said one day.

“What?”

Sometimes it hurt to meet his gaze. Yoshimoto looked almost nothing like his cousin--except for those eyes. They had the same earthy eyes, bright and warm and all-seeing, charming and cunning and disarming. Now she buried herself there. It felt like the only part of Shingen she had left.

“The role of the Lady Takeda,” he answered smoothly. “You’d do beautifully.”

“But…” She hesitated, words stuck in her throat, and looked helplessly at Yuki. The other man shrugged.

“I have Shinano,” Yuki pointed out. “I mean, my older brother kinda has it, but…” The unspoken lingered. No doubt he wanted to go home. It was all Shingen wanted, too.

“I’d be here to support you with administrative work,” Yoshimoto offered. “If you would have the Imagawa, that is. I would be happy to support the Lady Takeda.”

“Wouldn’t,” she stuttered over her words, grasping for thoughts that knew the right words and didn't want to speak them aloud, “I would--Shingen would’ve had to marry me. I’m not the Lady Takeda.”

Yuki and Yoshimoto exchanged glances.

“Pretty sure he would’ve,” Yuki looked embarrassed. “Pretty sure he would’ve. In my book, you pretty much are.”

---

The ink in her pen was dry.

That was alright. She’d grown used to writing with a brush by now; enough documents passed over her desk that she’d worked it out. That, and Yoshimoto was more than happy to educate her (and wax poetic) on the finer points of calligraphy. She spent countless nights bent over a desk made for Shingen’s height that she couldn’t bring herself to replace, going to sleep under the pile of blankets from their last night together under the watchful light of the moon. Even years on, she could still smell him on the fabric.

Kai flourished again. She grew to love it the way she imagined Shingen had; the rumble of hoofbeats echoing in her heart, the fall turning her whole world into shades of orange and maroon and gold and crimson. He existed everywhere then. When the wind tornadoed the leaves around her, she swore that was his spirit reminding her he was still there.

She found her old notebook many years later, the dried out pen still stuck in that page she’d never finished. An Ode to Someone I Once Knew. Tracing the words with her thumb, she settled in front of her open screen, the full moon overhead spilling like a lantern onto a fresh page.

Mixing the ink the way Yoshimoto taught her, she pulled out a fresh leaf of paper and started on a new poem. At the top, she wrote: An Ode to Someone I Will Always Love.

#ikesen shingen #ikemen sengoku #my writing #an ode to someone i once knew #angst #tw death #death tw #tw: major character death #MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH #tw major character death

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (donghyuk’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: platonic!mark+dy/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it lol)

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II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (mark + dy/n)

so the month that follows your first meeting

is full of

a mixture of crackheadedness and tortured artist vibes

a lot of it is sending lit memes and other shit to each other at 2am when u have an 8am the next morning and yelling at each other for keeping u up so late but then laughing again at whatever the ridiculous punchline was

“to quote shakespeare’s hamlet, act v, scene ii, line 270: no”

/deep inhale/ /unhinged laughter/

that’s your inside joke for a whole two weeks mark couldn’t get the numbers right the first few times uwu poor confused thing but he got it after a while so good on him

in the second class after the first day, you try your best to find in him the crowd of people lining up to go into the lecture theatre but you can’t and it’s almost time to go in and—

oop you’re getting swept by the current of the masses

you still try to look for him even then

and luckily your attempts pay off !bc you do see him further up the stairs

,, but he’s

,.talking to another person, sitting in a seat on the end of the row

slightly disappointed that you can’t sit together and get to know him better and hopefully become friends but !! still optimistic that you’ll just make new friends

you file into an empty seat near his row a little further down the stairs from where he was sitting

you take out your materials and start to go over your notes from the day before when

someone plops himself down on the seat next to you

you look up and before you can smile in greeting, you recognise

it’s mark!!

he says “heyyy” in that rlly soft voice idk if you’ve seen the vid of him going ʰᶦ but that’s the voice he uses here

and you’re like “oh hi! wait i thought i saw you sitting over there” pointing behind u

and he’s like “oh i just met a friend and i was saving his girlfriend’s seat haha.. she just arrived so they kicked me out and i saw u and !!yeah”

and u nod at him like “nice nice i thought you ditched me” jokingly ofc

“no no i was actually trying to find you but.. you’re too short”

“i’m what”

/whispers/ “i’m sorry omg don’t kill me pls”

/stands up straighter to assert dominance/ “say that again, marcus. say that again”

ajsagdfo cuties

“ok then should we meet somewhere before the lectures”

so you decide on the benches outside the building as Your Spot™

the lecture’s just an introduction to the first text in the syllabus bc . second class

and so there’s quite a bit of note taking,, naturally

mark forgets what the prof says before he can write it down and this particular prof, you learn, is prone to talking fast and then switching the lecture slides before anyone can write anything important down

poor mark is doing a lot of looking up at the slides and then down at his notebook and :(((

so r u but u seem to have better memory than him so u either have the lecture slides up if you’re a typer with your notes or manage to write your notes and still listen to the prof if you’re a writer idk yalls preferences so

meanwhile mark whispers under his breath,, half to himself

“what” don’t we all,, mark.. don’t we all

and he does that a few times so you look over and he’s written barely anything so at that point he’s almost just resorted to listening to the prof and not taking notes at all

then he seems to catch himself and he starts writing down whatever key terms the prof is spewing and you realise

kid’s blanking out lmfao

so you tell him you’ll send your notes over to him after class and he’s like !! R U SURE im so sorry im not used to this sPEED and i can’t put my hand up and ask him to slow down someone else has to do that

and u just nod and tell him it’s all g

so class ends and you wave goodbye (confirming to meet at the benches next week too) to go to your tutorial class that happens to be right after the lecture and so does he,,

and this is your thought process for the next five or so minutes:

there’s only one exit so surely he’s only going outside and not the same way as me

oh look he’s going the same way as me.. i’m sure he’s just going to another building ooh that’s a pretty cool tree

hey we can walk to our next classes together and then split up where we have to go in different directions

is he turning left or right left or right i’m going left left or right left or—wait oh cool

ah there’s a bunch of classes in this building too surely he’s on a different floor. see he’s going up the stairs—wait he’s going up the stairs.. so am i..,,,

nah surely he’s going up another floor

wait if he’s going up another floor.. why isn’t he going on the elevator

does he have a fear of enclosed spaces

does he have childhood trauma in an elevator

maybe he keeps fit by climbing stairs

lol this is my floor, be funny if..

hang on a second

HANG ON A SECOND

“HANG ON A SECOND” that wasn’t one of your thoughts btw that was. out loud

very loud

and he turns around, startled at your voice again

looking up from his phone and eyes getting wider than they were in their initial reaction

“wHAT THE—WAIT HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP—”

he’s giggling at this point bc it’s so funny to him

“HOLD—YOU’RE?? in this tute too??”

“are we??—”

“—in the same class?” yall say that in unison bc that’s the proliferation of a Wholesome Friendship™ right there

u laugh bc wow this is my new best friend

“this is crazyyy”

“yeah what the f..” he highkey cuts himself off bc i mean day 2 guys

but then you

“exactly what the fuck...”

lmfao he knows then that it’s ok to swear with you

n e ways

y’all keep talking until your tutor arrives and lets you in the class

ofc you sit next to each other in the tute as well

you have a great time and class ends quicker than you thought bc you’re having fun and that’s always gewd

so the next few weeks u’re just vibing with each other

walking to class together after ur lectures

walking each other to other classes

studying together in the library in your spare time catching up on content and exploring ideas discussed in tutes for your shakespearean sonnets class

"o romeo, romeo, wherefore were thou and juliet teenage dumbfucks”

he couldn’t stop laughing at that for three days straight

“t..teENAGE /wheeze/ dUMBFUCKS HAHAHAHAHA”

getting pretty close basically

sharing hobbies and music tastes (u find out he plays guitar and it’s the biggest possession he brought into his dorm from his house and listens to frank ocean and john mayer a lot, watches fullmetal alchemist)

sometimes you’ll come to meet him at the benches full on catwalking down the path with your airpods in and resting bitch face on listening to some dope shit while the crowd parts for you and he’s just like O.O

how is she friends with me

he thinks you’re so cool it’s cute

but he’s also alr convinced himself that you’re so out of his league he highkey won’t dare try and make a move

n e ways

he sees ur airpods and he’s like “aren’t you afraid you’re gonna lose them one day”

and you just look at him and go “do i look like a fool, marcus”

he laughs so hard at that

complaining to you abt his roommate in real time over text like

marcus the fool 🤡: “dude he’s whining at me to ‘play with him’ i don’t want to play with him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s getting jealous of u”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he asks who u think u r”

you: “tell him i would fight him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he says u won’t win”

you: “bet”

marcus the fool 🤡: “i told him u don’t need to fight for my attention bc uve alr got it”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s fake crying”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he’s telling me to leave the house and leave the kids”

you: “am i a homewrecker now”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he calls u a homewrecker”

you: “tell him i’ll kiss it better”

one day like a month or so into your friendship

you rush to the benches with that look on your face that says you’re about to murder someone which usually disappears when you see him and take out your airpods bc rbf

so he ,, approaches with caution ,,, easy does it,,

yes he’s wondering if it’s your time of month

ngl it åctually was which makes things worse

t e n t a t i v e l y he asks on the way into the lecture theatre

“hey dy/n u ok?? u look.. ok nvm”

bc u lowkey glared at him but u didn’t mean to i swear u just looked at him but u were alr in a bad mood

so ure like “sorry yes i’m fine i didn’t have my coffee today so i may be a bit cranky”

“what happened? u sleep in or smth”

“yeah i slept at 4 last night”

“wHY did u do that”

“idK but i was running late just now and the line at the cafe was so long i stood in line for five minutes and i said nop class is abt to start”

“oh okey”

this keeps bugging him all throughout the lecture

so he turns to u when the lecture is over and he’s like

“u have another lecture next right”

“yes marcus i have another lecture that you’re taking with me”

“come ditch with me i’ll shout u a coffee”

“what really”

“for sure, we can catch up on the lecture in the library tonight”

and you remember that you’d made plans with your roommate my/n to go to the library that night anyway so you agree and let him know

so he’s like “oh rlly? can i bring my roomie along too he probs doesn’t have other plans anyway i hear they’re doing some kind of project so he better not be going anywhere” with a lil frown uwu angery mark

“sure don’t see why not. we’ll all study together”

“nice i’ll let him know”

“cool”

cool

u see where i’m going with this

waggles eyebrows

wink wink nudge nudge

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( park chaeyoung , twenty two , & cisfemale ) who ? these days , it’s all about blue hyong, who comes from los angeles & ca and is making headlines as a singer . she currently has a fan count of 42k , no thanks to the rumors of them being inflexible ! but , on the other hand , their most devout fans say they’re actually imaginative . last i heard , they caused quite a buzz when she publicly dissed her new record label and the misogynistic treatment she was receiving from their reps ! it’s no wonder they remind me of long rants in the notes app being posted to her twitter account , empty bottles of wine laying at recording studios’ floors & notebooks upon notebooks filled with lyrics she might never use but refuses to let go of .

well hello human friends !! n also hello to the non human friends too , wassup . i’m angie a dumb noodle from the middle of the south american jungle , and i’m here to introduce yall to this mess i call blue who’s a muse i have had for yrs now n carry w/ me wherever i go , with some minimal changes but she’s still the same messy bitch on the inside don’t worry folks ! so i will provide u w/ some background info on her n some possible connections under the cut . issa lil messy but we’ve been away for a while pls bear w me

blue is the only daughter to a couple of south korean immigrants that came to america when they were in their very early 20s n already expecting blue in order to chase the american dream n create a better life for themselves n their family . their life was pretty hard for a big part of blue’s childhood , while they were both studying n working odd jobs to pay for their education all the while taking care of a child . so blue didnt have the best childhood , not that her parents were bad or anything they just didnt have time for her . nowadays , they are a lot more comfortable in life , since her dad became a lawyer n her mom is a nurse , but they definitely didnt have an easy beginning .

ok so maybe bc they werent present durant most of her childhood they didnt notice a lol of signs that might have made things a lot easier for them , bc by the time they were available to emotionally be there , during her early teenage years , blue was already kinda a mess . she had grown up w very lil structure n refused the rules they tried to instill on her n was already used to doing things her own way . that lead to a lot of conflict between them , since they expected her to study hard n do well for herself in a nine to fiver when she was already sure art was the only way to go n while she did ok , she definitely wasn’t as good as her parents expected her to be .

so ... u know her teenage yrs were basic girl angsty she fought a lot w her parents n rebelled frequently n ran away from home like ... weekly , but she never rly had any real hardships . life was reasonably good but she always had something to complain abt ... just as she liked

[ MENTAL ILLNESS TW ]

but then she reached her late teens they all realized there was something going on other than the usual teenage angst she displayed all the time when she had her first manic episode . her parents thought it was a “ blue thing “ at first bc she was usually a very impulsive person n she rly didn’t have a habit of thinking before acting on her impulses , but her mom quickly noticed the signs of a manic episode when she realized how aggitated n restless she was , specially when blue described an hallucination she seemed to be having . they took her to a psychiatrist , she was admitted to a hospital n diagnosed w type 1 bipolar disorder n very quickly medicated . while the medication brought her out of her episode , n she was allowed to go home after her mood seemed to stabilize , blue also noticed it stunted her severely emotionally n decided ( against medical n parental advice [ pls dont do it fam !! take ur meds ] ) to quit her medication , falling into her first major depressive episode a few weeks afterwards . n for abt four years she’s been living w her disorder , n she doesn’t medicate at all . she’s super open abt her struggles n she has a Lot of them , specially w how much drugs n alcohol she consumes . i never said she was smart yall .

[ END OF TW ]

ok so as u probably assume , blue is an emotional mess . she has a very chaotic personality , n most of it isnt even from her illness or anything she just is a very chaotic person in general ? she is one of those artsy ppl who forgets to wash her own clothes so she ends up wearing the same dress for like , 3 days . she’s super outspoken n outgoing n rly easy at making friends if u can get past the dumbass energy she exudes 24/7 ? but yes just a very outgoing person n a outright mess most of the time . she is also soooo stubborn u will never get her to change her mind abt smth she believes to be right about in any way . u just cant . she loves a good time n loves partying n is the lack of impulse Queen soo if u got any bad ideas she is the one u should go for if u need any company . also .... so dramatic . she makes a big deal of everything n has 0 apologies abt that . just catch her crying over high school musical 3 or smth like that .

but yea on the bad side tho , blue takes up n gives up on projects so easily n she can be super fickle abt things in general . like , she will defend an idea for 7 hours but 2 days later she’s already onto smth else n doesnt even remember being so obsessive abt that other thing ? a mess . is also Quite abrasive ? if she thinks ur acting dumb shes not gonna be scared to call u out on it . can also have a Reaally explosive temper . not usually but specially during manic episodes she can be quite easy to annoy ngl . is very unreliable , especially if ur not too close .. tbh that is something connected to her disorder . when she’s on a manic episode , she will be too busy planning things she will never get around to doing or painting her entire house or spending 3 days awake n drunk writing 17 songs by herself . n during her depression is very hard to get her to do anything n even if she feels terrible , she rly cant be an available friend .

in regards to her sexuality , she’s an open bisexual and also is a crazy romantic n falls so hard for literally no reason . but like ... doesnt have the healthiest mentality for relationships ? not like in a toxic way but she will usually give 145% of herself at all times n honestly believes all of the ppl she falls for are the one (1) just wants to make things work no matter what . she’s v impulsive w/ meeting n falling for ppl tho so things dont rly end up working n she always ends up heartbroken over it . Well . At least she’s trying right ?

in regards to her career n art , she’s posted youtube covers n original songs for a couple years and gathered a decent following ? she wasnt huge or anything but she did get a record deal w an actual big label out of it a few months ago . blue was pretty happy abt it but then when the recording process started she realized they werent treating her as she thought she deserved at all ? which resulted on her taking her thoughts to some reps of the label n when she didn’t feel any difference in the way she was being treated she took it to the public ? which definitely caused quite a sitr bc she wasn’t a huge name but she was big enough ? so now she’s in some considerable trouble w her label but Also more famous than ever so they are choosing not to bury her for now ? she’s in some definite trouble though so it’ll be fun to see what happens next n what her moves will be ? spoiler alert : it’ll prob be smth dumb.

i still have so much to say but i’m so lazy wow . dont start ur intros so close to opening time folks thats my tip as an old internet auntie . OK SO ONTO SOME CONNECTIONS NOW

some label mates who she may or may not get along with ?

hookups !! she prob has a few she regrets too bc who doesnt am i right

best friends !! ppl who actually support her n she loves w no restrictions just love all around friends

exes </3 not gonna lie i have some sad ideas abt this one

good influence bc blue is a mess she needs one of those pls someone slap her head n make her drink some water

a fling she has feelings for but may not be requited ... i like my romantic connections to be angsty did yall notice

artistic soulmate !! someone her artistic bitch side just vibes with ? could be a songwriter or singer or anything tbh

some indecisive romantic shit where blue rly knows sh’s too messy n this person is too amazing ? but they still have feels so ... now what ?

this is p mcuh it ?? it has taken so long to finish this i hate myself but HEY if u like blue or dislike her u should hit me up so we can come up w some plot ideas ? i wish i had a quirky goodbye idea but my brain has just quit working guys so u get nothing from me other than a good old fashioned goodbye thanks for ur attention i love u

#cala.intro #sometimes i surprise even myself w how unorganized i can be #i am sorry this is so messy im trying to keep it on brand tm #also i cant believe i actually finished this

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Little Did Changmin Know

Your school had a camp. At 10pm, it's lights out already. You tried sleeping but you just can't. You know already that you're a night owl. You're the type to watch random videos until 3am, even though you needed to wake up at 6am. There's a no gadgets rule, so of course you wouldn't be able to watch the current K-Drama you're watching. It's already 12AM and you were sick of forcing yourself to go to sleep, so you took your small bag and headed outside. That bag contains tons of snacks, your pencil case and a notebook. The atmosphere outside your cabins was actually really nice. You enjoyed the calming feel of nature, as you were always stressed in the city. You ate some snacks and just pondered for a little while. You took out your notebook and started writing a poem. Minutes have passed by and you were so in to making your poem when you felt like someone was watching you. You were somehow scared because what if there was a ghost or maybe a bear. You looked back nervously and saw someone staring at you.

"Changmin?"

"Y/n?"

"What makes you go outside at this late hour?"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

"Well, I can't sleep so I went here, yeah. How about you?"

"I guess I can say the same."

"Want some snacks?"

The both of you ate together and you were flustered at the few moments wherein your hand would brush with his' while taking snacks from the packet.

"So what do you do when you can't sleep? Aside from eating?" Changmin asked.

"Usually I just watch random stuff on my phone, but since we can't use phones I just write random stuff."

"I thought you were doing something school related honestly."

Some awkward yet pleasing silence embraced the both of you.

"Wanna read my poem?"

"Sure."

Instead of listening to the poem you wrote you just watched him reciting your piece. You just kept on admiring him that you didn't realize he was already reading the last stanza.

"Dance with me tonight

Forget the past

See the beauty alight

And I still hope this will last"

"Wow. I didn't know you were this good at making poems."

"Uhh thanks." You let out a short small laugh.

"I guess you were inspired because by the calming atmosphere and beautiful sky"

"Yeah. I was actually amazed by the tons of stars or meteors? I don't really know what they are but I never thought I would see these in real life."

"Yeah me too"

"Do you believe what they say that when you can't sleep at night it means someone's thinking about you?"

You were shocked by what he said.

"Hmmm. I just really don't sleep early so I think that's still why I'm awake."

"I don't believe it before, but now I believe it. I think my mom's worried about me not spending the night in our home so that's why I'm still awake? HAHA"

You felt relieved inside.

"Yeah maybe that's why we're still awake"

The both you continued having small talks about random topics. You noticed Changmin yawning cutely.

"Hey, I guess we should head back now?"

"Oh, yeah"

"I had a great time with you. Thank you for tonight, oh I meant this morning? Yeah"

"Thank you too, especially for the snacks and for keeping me company. Definitely better than just staring the ceiling."

"HAHA. Good night, Changmin."

"Good night too, y/n"

A goodnight morning indeed. You guess you'll have a great sleep. Little did Changmin know that the poem was about him.

I thought of this when I couldn't sleep. I originally thought of this as a short drabble or what you call those with timestamps? But u h h h h h it became long hehe. Hope yall enjoyed uwu ^~^

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luboytn · 6 years

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rami’s thoughts about you

a/n: wow. hi there, yall! if you have any ideas of story that I should write about-jus tell me bout it! I’m writing about rami n all characters he played. hope u will like my work! thx tysm

pairing: Rami Malek x reader

summary: you work at the café. rami is having crush on u and after a long time he finally decided to ask u about your number.

warnings: -

word count: 1500+

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I watch her long, tanned legs as she heads towards me. Y/N is wearing a white dress today with various colorful flowers; it reaches almost to her knees. She has ordinary white converss on his feet, which are already slightly damaged and dirty. Her hair is once again associated in a ponytail, which is decorated with a sweet, small bow. At the waist, a black apron with a logo of the apartment is tied.

I'm asking myself; How does this girl withstand this weather in this outfit? How aren’t her legs freezing when the north wind blows outside the window, which is like a breath of arctic cold, and every other day it is raining?

I look out the window for a moment. I see many people outside, half of whom are already wearing large, down jackets, prepared for the winter and frosts. What's wrong with this girl?

I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table top. It's so annoying to have someone absorbing your thoughts. It distracts you from everything, because it is so unattainable, and at the same time literally, at your fingertips.

- Good morning. - I hear her velvety, sweet like candy, voice, so I look at her. In addition to small freckles, today her face is also decorated with a wide, snow-white smile, which sends in my direction when our eyes meet. My gaze goes down to the notebook, which she holds in her hands; I stop my eyes for a moment, focusing it on her long nails. Each of them is painted in a different color, which seems to me quite an interesting solution.

I do not know how long I watch them, but when I hear the girl grunt, I go back to the living and raise my head, looking her in the eye now.

- Welcome to "Lucky Strike" - she says again - Can I accept your order now? - she asks, and I am correcting myself in my chair.

I grab a card of dishes in my hands, although I know well that I am going to order what is usual. I am reading letters on paper again, and then I say:

- Classic Italian espresso. - I smile at her, what she reciprocates, and then sketch something on the notebook sheet.

- Anything else? - she asks without looking up, and I shake my head denying. - I'll give it in a second. - she says.

Y/N turns around, hiding a small notebook into the only pocket of her uniform, and then goes away. I suspend my eyes on her perfect hips, but it only lasts a moment.

I watch her enter the counter. She pushes under the cup shelf one of the crates that lie on the floor and then climbs onto it. She is too small to even now calmly reach for the desired dish. A pretty, charming sight, standing on tiptoe like a ballerina and trying to take off one of the cups. When she succeeds in a moment, involuntarily a creepy smile sneaks into my face, because I can see that it is the one with blue flowers.

I wonder why she is still giving me coffee in it. I mean, in this specific cup. Literally all the other espresso cups are completely white, and the one that stands out is the one that goes to me every next time.

Did she bring her it here? It is quite distinct, because it is the only one that is different. Maybe it's a kind of message? Is Y/N trying to tell me something? Oh, what am I saying. What would she want to show through a stupid vessel? That she likes blue flowers? Absurd.

I shake my head, fleeing my thoughts back to the brunette. I watch her turning on the coffee machine, doing two neat turns. It looks like she really loved this job because you can always see a smile on her face. She comes here every day joyful. She does pirouettes from time to time, for no reason, and laughs at herself, like a small child. It is such a delightful sight that you would like to come here just to see it. It is the best attraction that I have seen in my life.

I do not even know when, and I start to grin with myself and I have to look a bit strange, but I'm not really caring about it at the moment. I have such a sweet view in front of my eyes, I cant help how my body reacts.

I feel my heart beat faster when the brunette finishes making coffee and walks with the t towards me. She looks like a kind who intends to show off her drawings.

She leans over the table at which I sit. She puts a cup in front of me, saying kindly to "enjoy your coffee”. Then I pay attention again to her hands, and more precisely to the fingers that run gracefully through pure porcelain, when, after a really short moment, they disappear from my vision, I raise my head.

Unchecked, I get up on my feet, almost pouring freshly ordered coffee. I make a bit of noise, so the couple from the neighboring table looks at me, but after a few second they return around.

- Can I still order something else? - I ask, one hand raising slightly upwards, as if I was a student in a school bench. Penny turns to me, then with a smile, returns to me and stands at the table, leaning on it.

- Of course. How can I help you? - after asking questions, she reaches for a notebook and a pen, waiting for my next order. I begin to feel a slight anxiety and stress and suddenly, immensely strong, I am tempted to drink.

- Could I get your number? - I say before I even manage to mentally prepare for possible rejection. My eyes widen because I'm shocked that I've gotten the courage to ask her about it.

There is a somewhat awkward silence between us that echoes in my ears. Believe me, even when you hear no sound, this kind of silence can be deadly loud.

- My number? - Asks brunette, frowning, and I feel my face paler. I want to break the window next to us and run outside; run and run ahead, so no one would know where I am.

I'm starting to rebuke myself for my stupidity. Why did not I think she could have a boyfriend? She is so beautiful, kind and young, who would not like it for their self? Who would not want it to be their property? She may even be engaged or, worse, she has already got married; she has a child or even a bunch of them.

My hands are prone to itch because I really want to smash something. I'm mad at myself. Why didnt I thought about that I may be not her type? She probably already noticed that I come here five times a week, at the same time, and order the same coffee; and when I do, I start to observe her. I don’t exclude the possibility that at this stage she considers me a murderer or a pervert. If I was her - would have thought about myself that way. What normal guy, approaching up to fourty, looks at the same woman, in addition younger, for a year, grinning like an idiot, while drinking coffee?

- I think it would be better if you were to give me yours. - I hear Y/N’s voice, which pulls me out of the momentary state of reflection. I am slightly confused and try to understand her way of thinking. I raise one eyebrow, remaining quiet.

Does she not want to hurt me by giving me the wrong number, but she still has no heart to reject me?

- I do not have a phone, I'll call you from the booth. - she explains, probably seeing my embarrassment.

- Oh - I say - Yes, sure. Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down for you - Im trying to sound natural, although I have a panic attack inside.

The girl pulls a piece of paper from her notebook and hands it to me with the pen. I enter my phone number on the card, trying to preserve the cute character of the letter. When I finish, i give it to the brunette, she puts it in her pocket, after folding it in half.

- What happened to your cell phone? - I ask, hoping that I do not violate her privacy or I do not enter delicate topics. Who knows if her phone has not been stolen recently, along with other valuable things? Or maybe she has no money to buy it?

- I just dont have it. - she answers briefly, seems slightly embarrassed. She has her head down and the pen in her fingers. Oh, if you could see her now; how sweet she is. I bet I assigned her this epithet at least fifty times today. However, it fits perfectly with her, she could be a definition of this word.

At this point, it does not even seem strange to me that she does not have a cell phone. Well, I admit that in the twenty-first century, it's harder to find someone without a phone than with it. Especially when it's a person, more or less, my age, and Y/N seems even younger.

Then I start to wonder how old she actually is? She looks like she is twenty-one, plus I've seen her drinking alcohol more than once, so she can’t be younger, right? I would not call her older than me, I'm sure. Therefore, I estimate that she may be about twenty-two years old. However, her low height and the clothes she used to wear make me puzzled, because if I look only at it, I would call her a teenager, maybe even a preschooler.

- I'll call you before I start work. I hope you are not asleep before eight. - she says with a smile that I reciprocate.

- No, I'm not sleeping. Relax, you have nothing to worry about. - I'm lying, because I usually get up at ten o'clock, but I would pick up my phone even if she was going to call in the middle of the night.

- That's good. - she smiles, hiding the card with my number in the pocket of her uniform. - I need to get back to work - she says, in a sweet voice, then moves away from the coffers in a lively step.

- I’m Rami, by the way - I'm screaming after her before she can get far away from where she would not hear me anymore. She only turns her head, and from her mouth movement I can read - "I know."

It does not take much to wonder how she knows my name. In fact, I immediately reject the idea of divorcing myself.

I sit back in my seat and let it out of my lungs. I'm still watching Y/N, until she finally disappears from the field of my vision as she enters through the dark door to the back.

I want to jump around the whole café; just shout and run around the tables, ignoring the others. I cover my mouth with a hand when a stupid, pride smile sneaks into it. With the fingers of the other hand I hit the table top, because my body is not able to behave calmly now.

Joy, excitement permeate all of me and I have the impression that any moment i will explode from the excess of intensity of these emotions.

I punish myself in my thoughts for procrastination with Y/N’s approach. She is so nice. Who knows, maybe if I started talking to her faster, we would be in a relationship that would bring us closer till we’d become a boyfriend and girlfriend; or at least friends with benefits.

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multiphandomunnies · 6 years

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Twice Haunted House AU Pt4

Genre: Angst? Fluff? Murder Mystery Warnings: Mentions of murder. Trigger Warning: Mentions of a Suicide Admin: Mirae A/n, Please Read: I have returned to the series! This was supposed to be posted on Halloween :P, fail. There is a few things I want to say first, there will be roughly 10 parts to this series. After the next chapter things will start to take off a little more, these first chapters introduced the suspects. There might be possible inconsistencies within the story for 2 reasons a)Literally the last time I wrote for this series was in January b)when I first wrote this I wasn't planning on making more parts and I certainly wasn't planning on making it a murder mystery. The first 3 parts suck so I don't know why yall wanted more but since you guys seemed to like it I decided to bring it back and im super excited. You need to read the first 3 parts to understand this so Id like to apologize in advance for how crappy they are, I might go back and redo them XD. Side Note: I made a photo edit for this but every time I tried to add it my computer and or phone crashed :\

Part 3

Your hands typed away on your laptop as you went over everything that you and Tzuyu had been able to find out. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous and scared in this town, it felt like everyone knew everyone and they were all hiding something. Even though you have just started your investigation it felt like maybe your own parents were working against you.

Rubbing your temples you thought back the Sheriff Kim and what Tzuyu said about feeling afraid when near him. There was a possibility that he had more to do with it than you both were aware of. How was it possible for a decorative Sheriff to not have any suspects in such a small town. Obviously there is some things you'd have to rule out when investigating.

It was clear the the suspect was well acquainted with knives, and had combat experience as he was able to easily take out 9 teenage girls like they were toddlers just learning to walk. Then there was the part about the suspect being able to sneak into a house with 9 girls and have none of them notice them. He had to have some type of knowledge of their schedules and patterns. You thought about all the different possibilities an things that came into an investigation. You were surely no expert but with your vast knowledge of crime, tv shows you felt like you had some type of understanding of what went on. A tap on your shoulder made you yelp in surprise.

Turning around you sighed when you saw Tzuyu stand behind you with a blank look on her face. “I overheard your parents say something about a contractor coming to look at the house and get a full report on what needs to be done,” Tzuyu said while playing with her hair. You furrowed your brows and thought about what she said

“Yeah, well they want to fix up the place,” you simply pushed her words aside which made her slightly angry. She tapped your shoulder once you turned away from her.

“Y/n is the same guy who originally built the house, that's why your parent hired him, to make the house look like how it used to,” Tzuyu whined.

Your eyes widened and you swiveled in your chair once more “Really?” you questioned, even though the girls probably never met the contractor there was no doubt in your mind that he knew every inch of this house.

“They said he would be here today, I think we should look into it. Even if he didn't do anything to us, he might know something,” Tzuyu said while tugging at your hand so you would stand up. You complied and followed her down the stairs, waving at Sana along the way.

“Hey mom, dad,” you said with a fake smile once you entered the foyer. They greeted you back with a smile “Perfect you are here, the contractor will be visiting soon and we figured he would want in your room,” your mom smiled and rubbed your dad's upper back. You nodded your head and ats Tzuyu a glance before entering the kitchen to not look suspicious.

“What are we even supposed to do to get the contractor to share information?” you asked, reaching up and grabbing a cub from the cupboard.

“Just talk to him, get him to talk about his life and his work, ”Tzuyu stated like it was the most obvious thing ever. You nodded your head and lightly sipped on your water, in all honesty you didn't have much of an appetite. The thought of meeting even more people that potentially murdered the girls made you feel sick to your stomach. Even if the town and its people were innocent, you knew that they didn't do everything they could to get the murder solved.

The front door opened and you heard a gruff voice greet your parents. Hesitantly you walked out of the kitchen and stared at the man, he was much shorter and older than you are expecting. “This is Y/n,” your father introduced with a bright smile.

“Hi,” you simply said while approaching the man, He quickly shook your hand and ignored you. His eyes wandered the halls while he stared in awe the place, you could see a sparkle that looked like it had been hidden for years erupt within him.

“Wow,” he simply said while looking it up and down.

“Is it just how you remember?’ you asked curiously. He side eyed you and nodded “A little, JYP tried to change it but I'm glad to see he hasn't done much damage,” you noticed the intense hatred he seemed to give at the mention of JYP.

“Ah did you not want him to mess with what you created,” you asked surprised by how easy to talk to he seemed to be.

He shook his head and sighed, finally turning to face you “Honestly, I didn't appreciate the changes they were going o have done to my creation all because of those girls but I understand why he was doing them. It's nice to see it in persona gain, this is my proudest work, ya know kid?” he asked with a cheeky smile You felt yourself loosen up at his smile, he really didn't seem like the type of person that would harm others. It just seemed like he didn't appreciate JYP for trying to change his proudest work but it didn't seem like he hated the girls.

“I wonder what happened to them, the girls I mean,” he added with a soft sigh.

“Do you mind if I follow you around while you look at the house? I've been thinking about getting into contracting,” you lied in order to stick close to him.

He shot you and surprised glance and nodded “Go ahead kid,” he said while walking up the stairs to check out the upper level.

“The girls were murdered, ya know,” you asked while following close behind him.

“I know, sad isn't it? I used to hate myself and this house because of the horrific murders that happened, I wish the Sheriff got over his high horse and actually did something about it,” he confessed and gave you clues.

“The sheriff? I don't think he wanted to solve the murder” you said in order to see how the contractor would react.

“Personally if you ask me I say he did it. His daughter used to be a training here, ya know. After she didn't make the cut for the silly singing group she decide to make the cut on something else, if you catch my drift,” he grumpily mumbled.

Your eyes widened at his words “His daughter killed herself?” you asked, finally noticing Tzuyus presence. The other girls were coming out for the hiding posts and listening to the contractors words. “It was so sad if I'm being honest when the girls were first murder everyone in town blamed the sheriff. We were all sure he did it, he hated them because of his daughter,” the contract signed and wrote some stuff down in his notebook.

“Thank you sir! I just realized I have something important to do so I'll take my leave,” you said while running away.

“Aye wait, kid!” he hollered meaning you stop in your tracks.

“I don't think you should get to involved in the murder, kay? I'm promisin you that you’ll get hurt,” he voice was low and firm sounding. You felt chills run up your spine,, Nayeon scoffed and flicked the guy's forehead causing him to randomly yelp in pain.

“Asshole,,we will make sure that nothing happens to Y/n,” Nayeon was actually be nice for you, for once. Tzuyu tugged on your arms and you hurriedly followed her into the basement without your parents noticing.

“Yeah I know I'm not the best at noticing things but that guy is a little creepy,” Chaeyoung said causing you to nod.

“He really tried to blame the sheriff, have you met him yet?” Nayeon asked you. Both you and Tzuyu shook your head no, still lying about your visit to the station.

”I didn't know that about his daughter and now I feel bad,” Momo whined while rubbing the back of her neck. Sana gave her comforting parts to the back, giving her an adorable smile to calm her down. Tzuyu gave you a knowing look, you pulled out your phone and quickly wrote down in your suspect section.

“Contractor Lee, fell in love with the house, his greatest life creation. He didn't like what JYP was doing to the place, he wanted to restore its olden beauty. Could that have possibly led him to kill the girls? His rage to to restore the beauty

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop twice #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice fluff #twice angst #twice #tzuyu imagines #nayeon imagines #jeongyeon imagines #momo imagines #sana imagines #jihyo imagines #mina imagines #chaeyoung imagines

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dadplagg-mamatikki · 5 years

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Posted the next chapter of Behind Bars on AO3! Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what yall think? I’m intrigued to know yalls opinions!

~Warning! This story contains Season 3 Spoilers!~

Chapter 2: Insomnia:

Something wasn't adding up and it was irritating Marinette. Adrien said the book belonged to his dad. So why wasn't his dad still a suspect as Hawkmoth? Cause he was akumatized as Collector. But Hawkmoth never talked to him. That in itself was strange. She paused with her homework in front of her, setting the pencil down and leaning back in the chair.

“Huh.” Marinette said softly, pulling on her lower lip with her teeth. “I wonder.” Quickly, she flipped to a new page in her notebook and began a bullet list.

“What are you doing Marinette?” Tikki asked, noticing the sudden change in her charge.

“Writing down a list of things that Gabriel Agreste and Hawkmoth has in common.” She explained to Tikki, who nodded and say down, nodding her head solemnly.

“Ok. What commonalities do you have so far?”

“So far, butterflies. It's all over the Gabriel logo. They also appear to be the same height.” She explained, recalling her times being around Gabrielle and on Hero's Day when Hawkmoth showed his face for the first time. “Same face structure. Hawkmoth and Gabriel are never seen at the same time, as in whenever there is a akuma that can communicate with Hawkmoth, Gabriel is not present.” Marinette begins to explain as she uses the pencil to point the points out to Tikki. “Adrien was taken during Hero’s Day by the Gorizilla who is his Bodyguard. Showing that he wants Adrien to be safe.”

“But during Grozilla, didn't he drop Adrien?” Tikki asked.

“Yes but did you notice that Gorizilla let me go after the butterfly outline on his face. To save Adrien.” Marinette explained, looking at Tikki who eyes just widened.

“Oh wow….” She whispered. “Should we tell Master Fu?”

“Not yet. We need more solid proof.” Marinette narrowed her eyes causing her eyebrows to furrow. “Need more proof…” She whispered softly, nibbling on the eraser.

“Well, what about some reasons he is not?” Tikki suggested. Nodding, she jotted down a bullet, thinking of what else to write.

“Hmmm. Eye colors are not the same.” She looked at the second one she write. “And Hawkmoth said that he had nothing to lose.” Her eyes looked towards Tikki. “That would mean to him, Adrien isn't important.” She felt the wetness on her cheeks before she realized what was going on. Tikki was attempting to wipe away tears she didn't realize she had shed.

“Shhh. It's ok Marinette.” Tikki whispered. “There is still a chance…” she trailed off, realizing that the chance is smaller than either of them had first realized.

Marinette curled up in her bed, Tikki sleeping on the pillow beside her. She couldn't fall asleep. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was almost 4:45 in the morning. She got the feeling she wouldn’t be getting any sleep before school that day. Sighing, she grabbed her phone and began scrolling through Pinterest looking for things that she could create for her friends. A few ideas that she could transform into something truly unique for each of her friends. It was a favorite pastime of hers. A wristlet would be great for Alya, one that was Ladybug themed would be perfect. Maybe even themed after the Ladyblog? Sneaking out of bed as to not disturb Tikki, she gathered some supplies that would be the biases for a idea about the design and shape of the wristlet. She made a few notes here and there, one being to make sure she had the right phone of Alya’s, but also to make it where she could go back to it another time and edit the size of it for it to be used even if she got a different phone. Making it adjustable would be a fantastic thing. And making it a unique addition to her list of items she’s created and could re-create with necessary adjustments. She studied her fabrics, deciding that none of them would work for this, she would have to stop by the shop later to find some new fabric.

Well, she could at least move on to another project. Something for Nino would be a bag-case for his headphones. That away when he was in gym class or sleeping there would be a protective place for them. And so that Chris doesn’t get his hands on them either. The bag was going to be simpler project than the wristlet. Marinette just needed to figure out exactly how big the headphones were. But that didn’t exactly have to stop her from beginning the outline. She figured that a reversible bag could be pretty neat, so she would need two different patterns and fabric. She got up and headed to where her fabric was stored, more than the quick access by her desk. Opening the storage quietly, she peered inside. Finding a simple black cloth right off the bat settled the outer design problem. Now, for the inside, that’s where she should have fun with it. Nothing was catching her eye for the exciting bits, so she was going to have to check in the store when she went for Alya’s. She headed to where her thread was, looking for the closest match to the fabric in hand. Who knew there could be so many shades of black? Studying them as best as she could, she figured out which one was the closest shade. Setting down the required supplies, she began to thread her beloved machine with the black thread. It was soothing, the process of threading the machine was engraved in her. She could probably complete the task with her eyes closed. But eyes closed and a needle present was not a good idea. Time went by as she began laying out the pattern, making adjustments here and there where they were needed. A yawn overtook her body, showing her that ‘Hey, you’re tired enough to sleep now Marinette’. And with that cew, she completed the current task she was doing before heading up to her bed, plopping down as gently as she could as to not wake up her sleeping kwami.

“Marinette! Marinette! You’re going to be late for school again!” Her mother's voice rang out what felt like two seconds later. A large yawn engulfed Marinette as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“I’m up Mamon!” She called out, stretching a arm above her before looking up out of her skylight. Did she sleep any?

“Alright! I have your breakfast and a few leftovers from yesterday's bakery in a basket for you to take to school. Keep an eye on the time!” Her mother's parting words rang throughout her sleepy loft.

“Did I get any sleep Tikki?” She asked her Kwami that was floating towards her, she seemed to have been gathering her stuff for the day.

“You were out when I woke up at 5.” She responded with a slight shrug.

“Well, I went to bed around 4:30 I think…” Marinette mumbled more to herself than to Tikki, climbing out of bed and starting to get ready for school. Honestly, if her insomnia got worse, she could probably just stay in the same clothes if they weren’t dirty. Apply fresh coat of deodorant and a few squirts of perfume and that would make a few of things a lot quicker when she’s not had any sleep. She pushed the idea to the back of her mind as she finished getting ready, rinsing her mouth out before heading down the stairs to where the gifts her mother had called about were left.

“Thank you!” She called down into the bakery as she left for school, hurrying across the street and up the stairs. At least she was going to probably get there in time. She took the first step into the classroom when the bell rang, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she sat down next to Alya for the first round of classes to begin. Her eyes drifted from the board to her notebook, seeing that her notes were following the lesson, she began doing doodles on the side of the paper, thinking about measurements and when she’d be able to go to her fabric shop. She made a mental note to ask Nino for his headphones once class was over with. Her attention to the class was drawn back when Lila was explaining how she and Ladybug had been hanging out the day before, how this was relevant to the class Marinette didn’t know.

“So in a way, you could say Ladybug is my best friend. And with her knowing the inside scoop about the Akumas and how to defeat them, you can try and figure out how to make a foreshadowing thought process with the information regarding the lucky charm and her spots left on the earrings.” She was explaining, causing Marinette to roll her eyes. She was most definitely not best friends with the fake fox. Marinette tuned out the liar and resumed on the list she started the day before about gifts for her friends.

“Wonder what the inside scoop is about the akumas…” Alya mumbled to her best friend. Scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

“Do you really think that Lila is best friends with Ladybug? Chloe has always said she was Ladybug’s best friend.” Marinette whispered back to the reporter, not looking up from a sketch she had started to design for Rose.

“But that’s Chloe. We all know she’s a major fangirl. Although not as major as Adrien. But there’s been numerous sightings of Lila with Ladybug.” Alya peered over her shoulder at the design.

“And so has Alix, Adrien, Nathaniel, even you.” Marinette’s eyes shot towards her best friend. “Just being spotted with Lila” even though none of them were actually her. “Does not mean that she is her best friend.” Marinette sighed, expraserated. This caused Alya to shrug.

“Well, a good reporter always checks out all the sources.” She explained, a odd glint in her eye. “Besides, Chat Noir is probably Ladybugs true best friend.” She snickered. “Poor boy. Ladybug won’t give him the time of day though.”

“She does!” Marinette said a little bit above a whisper. “She values him and wouldn’t be where she was today if it was not for him. They are a team, partners. That is a perfect reason as to why he is her best friend AND that she does value his friendship even if she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings.” Marinette scoffed, leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms.

“Mmm. Sounds to me like you ship LadyNoir.” Alya smirked, nudging her best friend with her shoulder. Ahead of the two best friends, a certain blonde haired boy was blushing, causing his ears to turn a slight red tint.

“I do not.” Marinette shook her head. “Be quiet, I’m trying to pay attention to the lesson.” Her response caused a snicker to escape her best friend.

“Sure, Marinette.” She spoke with a shake of her head as she compared the notes on the board to her paper. Marinette chose not to respond, not wanting to dig herself into a deeper hole. What she said was the truth and there was no arguing that. She did not ship herself with Chat, nor did she not value him. You could be bestfriends with a guy and not have any fuzzy feelings towards him. Besides, her heart was reserved for the blonde in front of her.

Lunch went without a hitch. Almost. As Marinette was headed back to the school from devouring some fresh goods from the bakery, a akuma had appeared out of nowhere. Groaning, she quickly jumped behind a bush, other people were scattering in more odd places, she quickly transformed, crawling a few bushes down before swinging into the Paris skyline. Landing on top of a building a few blocks away, she surveyed the area.

“I am Caffined!” A booming voice alerted the city, shooting up into the sky on a… coffee cup? Ladybug shook her head, jumping and running across the rooftops to try and get closer to the akuma. She looked across the street to see Chat Noir jump up from between two buildings, running along and saluting to her before they continued to run towards the akuma. “There is never too much caffeine! If I demand more, I get more!” He shouted, pointing a straw cannon at citizens of Paris. Once a blast of brown light struck them, they seemed very energized. Great. Chat really didn’t need to be hit with that light. As they stopped and arrived at a meeting point to discuss the game plan, she watched Caffined refill his cup before blasting down the street a little.

“Hope I’m not to latte.” Chat smirks, landing beside her. Oh great. Already with the puns.

“Avoid getting shot by the beam of light, please.” Ladybug looked at him, a exasperated expression on her face.

“Sure, sure, my’lady.” He bows, watching the akuma. “I think his akuma is in that straw of his.” He explains, observing the victim.

“Agreed. Now, just how to get to it. If we could somehow get him to slow down, you could easily cataclysm the straw and I’d be able to get back to school on time.” Ladybug mumbled, her eyebrows stitching together under her mask.

“Will do. Maybe your charm is just what the brew needs to be the perfect blend.” He winked, his smile widening. “Ok. That wasn’t my best one. Sorry.” He spoke with a shrug, hands flying up by his head.

“Just go distract him.” Came her reply as she grabbed her yoyo from her belt, getting ready to toss it into the air and call upon her lucky charm. Hope flared in her chest that it would be over soon as a bag of coffee grounds landed in her hand. She raised a hidden eyebrow, looking over it, on the front in big bold letters it said ‘Decaf’. How exactly would decaf work? It was still coffee even though it wasn’t caffeinated. And it didn’t have anything in it to put people to sleep with. Looking around, she tried to find clues to piece together a seemingly contradicting puzzle.

“What’s our creamer for this blend, buggaboo?” Chat called out as he bounced from a light post to a car, ducking behind it as the flash of light shot through the window.

“I’m trying to figure that out!” She exclaimed, looking around to see a floral shop with a herb section. “I got it!” She called out and gestured him over, Caffined needing to refill his storage.

“What’s the plan?” He asked, standing on guard as she looked through the herbs. “Can I just say, Buggaboo, that you mocha me very happy!” He said with a smirk, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Shut up. And the lucky charm was a bag of decaf coffee”

“Decaf?”

“And so what’s going to happen is I’m making a signature blend of sleepy herbs to hopefully make Caffined a little drowsy.”

“But it doesn’t appear to go through him.”

“That’s a part when you come in. You’ll get close to him, make him think he’s got you. Just as he shoots the light at you, you duck and the beam rickashays off of the mirror of that car’s side view mirror and onto him. Then you can cataclysm his straw.” Ladybug explained the plan quickly, eyes searching the area. “I’ll use the mirror to reverse the beam.” He nodded as she finished adding the herbs to the grounds.

“Lavender and Chamomile?” He checked, sniffing the bag.

“You’re good with your herbs, tomcat, aren’t ya?” Ladybug smirked at him with a knowing giggle, before nodding.

“What can I say? A cat doesn’t just have nine lives but also a keen sense of smell.” He winked before jumping to distract the akuma. Rolling her eyes, Ladybug went through the shadows around the building, going up behind Caffined and pouring the mixture into the coffee pot backpack he had. A thumbs up to Chat let him know it was game time. Quickly, as he started the plan, she ran to get the mirror that would be used to bounce the light back against him.

“Once I’ve blasted that barista with my blast, I’ll get your miraculous!” Caffined yelled at Chat, reaching for him.

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have any luck with that. My brew-ti-ful partner is already a step ahead of you!” Chat Noir calls out, smiling as he heard a groan from where Ladybug was.

“Enough with the puns! I’ll make you so energized you won’t be able to think straight! So no more puns!!” Caffined let out loudly, lifting the straw and aiming it towards Chat Noir. He released a dark brown colored light, that grew lighter as it transported through the air. Chat leaped up and out of the way, casusin the beam of light to hit right in the middle of the mirror Ladybug was holding. “Nooo!” Caffined yelled, turning and trying to escape his beam when it failed and slung him in the neck. “Hah!” He called, looking at the superhero duo. “You just gave me more energy!” He turned with his fists extended by his hips, awaiting to embrace the ‘energy’ he thought he would be consuming.

“Have I ever told you my lady, you’re the cream to my coffee.” Chat slung his arm around her shoulders only to have her shrug it off.

“Really? Enough of the puns Chat.” She said as she watched Caffeined slowly drop his arms to regular stature by his side, his blinking slow. “Alright. Action time.” She said, nodding to Chat Noir as he called upon his special power, running towards him and swiping the straw, making it break in half and a dark butterfly flew out from the broken parts. She swung her yoyo, capturing the akuma and purifying it.

“Bye-bye little butterfly.” She said, grabbing the now empty bag of decaf and tossing it in the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!” She called out, the bag dissolving into ladybugs and spreading around Paris, returning people back to normal. Her earrings beeped, warning her she had two minutes left. “Chat, do you think you can take care of him? I’m about to transform back.” He nodded, extending his fist.

“Pound it!” They said excitedly, jumping and separating their ways. She jumps and lands on the roof, looking around and figuring she should just head on to school and detransform there while she could. She could easily drop down, and claim she’s fallen again. One side of being a klutz, falling is normal for her. She arrived at the school, looking around before jumping onto the second floor, entering the library and one of the corners where no one was and releasing her transformation. Straightening herself, she exited the room, looking around to completely make sure she was alone before completely exiting the room and heading to the locker, waving at Alya as she arrived.

“Hey!” She said happily. The interactions with Chat Noir had brightened her mood a little, even through the puns. “Did you get the homework done for Ms. Mendeleiev class?” She asked.

“Yeah, almost. I didn’t answer one question because I couldn’t figure it out.” Alya explained, slinging her backpack over her shoulder so that they could head to class. “You?” She asked.

“Yeah, all of them! I couldn’t sleep last night so I ended up finishing it.” Which wasn’t a complete lie.

“Awesome. Could you help me with the question?” Alya asked as they linked arms and headed towards Ms. Mendeleiev class.

“Of course!” Marinette smiled happily at her best friend. “Why would I let my best friend suffer over a question that I completed.” She winked causing Alya to laugh, shaking her head.

“Good. I may wish that Ladybug is my best friend, but you are my forever bff.” She stated with a smile at Marinette. “I mean, for one, you both do so much good for people, you both have the same hairstyles.” Alya trailed off for a moment thinking. “But you are most definitely more clumsy than she is!” Oh the irony of this. “Adrien was right when he called you our Everyday Ladybug. You really are. Man, you could probably cosplay her really well! Like in the music video for Clara Nightingale!”

“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll be Ladybug for Halloween.” Marinette snickered. “I’ve got plenty of time to create the perfect costume.” Or she could just transform. But that wouldn’t work out for her favor if there wasn’t a akuma around.

“Oh girl, I would love for you to make one for both of us!”

“Oh really?” A smirk played on Marinette’s lips. “And here I thought that you’d do a good Rena Rogue cosplay.” Alya paused before laughing.

“What makes y-you think that?” Her eyes shifted sideways.

“You two look alike is all.” She shrugs.

“Well, if we were playing the roles of best friends, I’d be more fitting to be Chat Noir.” Alya covered herself quickly. If only the girl knew.

“Maybe I want to be Chat? You’d be such a better Ladybug than I would be.” They entered the class and went to their seats, starting to gather the materials needed for class. Adrien and Nino came in a few minutes behind, laughing as usual at something. Marinette watched them both, glad she had asked Nino earlier for the measurements. Adrien abruptly stopped before he turned to his chair to bend down and tie his shoe… Which was his typical orange Gabriel brand shoe. But something caught her eye and brought back flashbacks. His shoe had a butterfly shape on it. Why, in the world, would Gabriel include the logo butterflies? It didn’t make much sense. It was a logo before his wife disappeared so it couldn’t be in honor of her. She remembered that it was similar to the shape of the Moth miraculous, remembering from the book that Master Fu had. The realization struck her deeply, trying to piece together the little fragments of what was left to clarify that Gabriel Agreste, the father of Adrien Agreste her classmate and love of her life, to not be Hawkmoth. It wasn’t fitting together anymore. More and more reasons were appearing for him to be Hawkmoth instead.

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woojinieemoved · 7 years

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Friends to Lovers!Kim Donghyun

member: kim donghyun // mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: lol im either gonna edit a bunch of my writings or just copy and paste so sorry if some look nice and some look crusty // this one is rewritten btw!

my masterlist

so it all started when you had a project in your first year of middle school

it was kinda big for a middle school class so your teacher randomly assigned people

and wow what a coincidence you got the one and only kim donghyun!!

you had no idea who he was so you assumed he probably went to another elementary school

meeting him wasn’t too awkward?? he was super smiley and spoke kinda loud but somehow you found comfort in that

ofc since you were partners for a project, you went to meet up at the library to do research

but like that ended REEEAAAAL quickly bcuz yall are too loud lol

first of all you werent even completely focused bcuz donghyun kept making super bad jokes that were funny as a middle schooler

you’d both be laughing so fuckin loud that the librarian would have to kick you out

well ok looks like you’re going to your house to do continue the research i guess

your parents were like “omg you brought a boy home is this your boyfriend” bcuz yeah boy + girl hanging out = dating according to everyone

you looked really disgusted and donghyun looked awkward

yall basically just met so why would you even think about that!! plus you’re in middle school you don’t care about dating yet

“guys you havent even said hi to him but you already made him uncomfortable he’s just my partner for this project we have to do in class”

even tho he felt awkward, he still kept his happy, polite self and introduced himself to your parents

since it was probably a bad idea to go back to the library, donghyun would frequently come over to finish the project

your parents grew to like him more (and so did u ;) ) and him coming over would be normal now

even after you finished the project, you guys basically became super close and you would hang out alot outside of school

every year, the both of you would be praying that you’d be in the same class

if you werent, you’d be late to your classes bcuz you dont want to separate yet

until the bell rings again then you’re dashing your ass down the hall

now it wasnt until you got into highschool where people were more serious and fuckin drastic

being the major flower boy that he is, he snatched the hearts of so many girls in school

this means a shit ton of chocolates on the day of valentines !!

for him atleast lol

you never complained about not being able to get chocolates because he always shared the chocolates he got with you

but like you also knew that some girl would be brave enough to call him out to confess to him

you may have accidentally walked in on some of them mid-confession

slams door open

“donghyun where the hell are you we need to get the limited edition plush at the arcade and you know damn that’s gonna take fore- oh”

oops awkward for all of you

aaaaanndd since this is highschool some girls are petty as hell and will be like “i’ll do anything it takes to be with oppar11!!!1!1″

so you occasionally get bullied

frequently

woops they spilled juice on your notebook

woops they thought your textbook was trash

oh no where did your bag go- its outside?? and the window is open??

it took a while for donghyun to notice that you were getting bullied by his fangirls

ok in reality he only noticed because you started to distance yourself from him because of it

dh: y/n? where are you? i thought we were gonna go to the cafe

you: oh right sorry i had to go to the library for hw

dh: library??? homework??? ok its super obvious thats a lie where are you

you: wow can i not be responsible without being suspicious im just trying to pass highschool

dh: :/

dh: i know you’ve been lying alot lately y/n whats going on

you: well idk if youre just blind or stupid but your dumb fangirls are getting in my way and its annoying having to deal with them

dh: fangirls? what have they been doing? why do you have to stop hanging out with me?

you: ok youre just dumb...

dh: omg are you getting bullied

you: yes you idiot those fangirls of yours are brutal

dh: y/n..... im sorry.. i didn’t see that

you: yeah i know its been happening for months

dh: well i’ll treat you to food to make you feel better so hurry and get to the park

you: but im at home

dh: you live 3 minutes away from the park

you: im already in bed with snacks and netflix

dh: ok fine i’ll come over then

you: wait get ice cream before you come back

dh: yeah yeah ok

you wait a good 8 minutes and hear your door slamming open, your bed bouncing from donghyun whale flopping onto it

“you got the ice cream?”

he holds up the bag and says “right here”

“ok good lets make a fort now”

“why?”

you stared at him blankly

“perfect reason i’ll get the blankets”

he gets up and runs to the hallway closet, grabbing the extra blankets your family keeps

you get up to find as many extra pillows so that you can use it to support the fort

takes yall a good 25 min to do but its worth it

you snuggle up under the fort and start to eat your slightly melted ice cream

after like 3 movies, your eyes start to get heavy since you’re warm under the blankets and donghyun’s arms

donghyun was pretty immersed in the movie so he didnt see you slowly drift off to sleep

it wasnt until he was going to make some sort of witty comment to you about what was happening in the current scene

your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms balled up in front of you

he smiles to himself and grabs his phone next to him to snap some pics of your sleeping face

he figured he should just go to sleep too since you arent awake to make dumb comments about the movie anymore

he closes your laptop and gently holds you to place your head on the pillow and shimmies himself to lay down as well

boom now you’re both dead asleep and snuggly

ok fast forward in time

its your senior year and yall r kinda burnt tf out bcuz of college applications and scholarships

but wow its valentines again!!!11!

you were prepared to see donghyun struggling to carry a ton of chocolates but instead you were greeted to him holding a bouquet of roses and a bucket of fried chicken

“did someone give you chicken for valentines? is that their way of not being like everyone else and giving you chocolates”

he lets out a nervous laugh and steps closer to you

“no, but its my way of not being like everyone else”

he holds out the bouquet and chicken in front of you

you stare at him like ??? lol ok

“wow is this finally my own gift of appreciation this year”

“in some sort, yeah”

“awwww thanks best friendddddd” you lightly smacked his arm and took the things from his hands

before you could take the time to look at the roses, donghyun grabbed your wrists and looks at you dead straight in the eyes

your heart sped up but you tried to make a joke to make it look like you werent nervous

“what do you want me to share the chicken?”

“y/n can i kiss you”

“wait what-”

he just goes in and plants his lips on top of yours

not too roughly tho

it was like a soft pillow on your lips and you did not pull away or complain at all

you leaned forward a bit to deepen the kiss since you couldnt really grab him or anything

cuz yaknow

ya got chicken and a bouquet occupying your hands

donghyun got the hint and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips

eventually the both of you couldnt breath so you pulled away and stared at each other

“im sorr-”

“shut up you absolute dork i cant believe you kissed me first before even saying anything” you teased

he shoved his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment and laughed

but it was all a scheme

he used that chance to whisper right into your ear:

“i love you y/n”

now its you shoving your face into his chest from embarrassment

“i hate you so much kim donghyun,...”

me too y/n, me too.....

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hobimysun-shine · 7 years

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Once in a lifetime, forever in a lifetime

A/N: Right, soooo I did a thing. This is chapter 1, i’m going to write lots more, this time I really have a game plan for this fic. I can’t say it’s my best work, but I really hope, yall will enjoy it :))

Summary: Childhood friends with maknae line, coming-of-age kinda thing all the way through college, that will eventually include the hyung line as well, but i wont spoil anything for you, can get hardcore later on, i will put some trigger warnings, when i get to it.

childhood friend jimin/ platonic maknae line/ apart from jungkook/ vmin/ namjin/ hoseok x reader/ jungkook x reader/

Genre: mostly angst, fluff, some sexual connotations

Word count: 3k+

Chapter One:

You let a small, fragile hand hang from the high balcony of your room and tap with one finger your cigarette. As you watch the ash fall down, you let the bitterness in your mouth take over your body and you shudder from the taste of the sheer black liquid. You never liked coffee… or smoked cigarettes for all it mattered. But… you never really liked them in the beginning either. Yet again, you were in this room because of them, gazing at the Eiffel tower and the sun that was just rising behind it at the distance and shoving expensive, black coffee down your throat in a desperate attempt to numb every other sensation in your body. You shifted in your chair, as you threw your cigarette away; pulled your legs closer to your body, wrapped in your blanket and you let the soft morning breeze hit your face, taking yourself back to when it all started.

15th March 1996

You were staring out of the window. All other kids in the room were focused on writing down what the teacher had assigned to them, but your eyes were fixed on the pile of snow that was left in patches on the grass field outside and the rate at which it was slowly melting under the weak March morning sunlight. The flowers coming underneath it were small, beautiful and unaware of all of the cruelty in the world. Just like you and the focused kid beside you.

“Yah!” you jumped when you felt a pen poke you on the side and pulled you out of your morning haze. You turned around to throw an angry stare to the chubby boy with rosy cheeks grinning back at you.

“Park Jimin! That’s really, really not nice of you!” you exclaimed.

“Sorry y/n. But you were staring out of the window and not doing your assignment, again” the little boy said in a matter-of-fact tone. “That means that you’ll have to do it at home, and that” he stopped to take a deep breath, “than means, less time to play with me” he dramatically concluded and his doe eyes looked straight at yours with sincere worry in them.

You gave it a thought for a few seconds and stretched your hand towards the pen to write down the words in the black board. You didn’t want to, it was too easy and boring. But the teacher would check for it tomorrow. And you still wanted to play with Jimin before your parents called you for dinner tonight. So you gave it your best effort to spent the rest of class writing everything down neatly.

When the bell finally rang, you left the pen down and rubbed your tired eyes. It was lunchtime so you got up and started dressing up, so you could eat your food outside with Jimin. After putting on every layer of clothing your mom has assigned you to (even the identical penguin hat you had with Jimin that his mom made you for Christmas), you went outside, where the cold air was biting your exposed face. You sat at your usual place, a wooden table near the school playground and engaged into an argument whether Taehyung from your class was from Seoul or not based on his unusual and weird accent.

“I asked him, he told me he is from Seoul!” Jimin raised his apple in his feisty small hand.

“No, Jimin, you didn’t! You have never talked to him” you scoffed.

“How do you know that?” he asked offended.

“I spend every second with you and I’ve never seen you around him,” you explained.

Silence.

“Aha!” you smiled at your success. “He is from Gwangju,” you concluded satisfied with yourself.

“I’m actually from Daegu” an unknown voice spoke with heavy accent, but in fluent Korean right next to you and Jimin.

Both of you turned your heads up to see a boy with wide, boxy smile and huge eyes standing next to your table with few other kids from school.

“Um…we didn’t mean to…” Jimin spoke out first. “We were just wondering…,” the boy shyly said.

“That’s okay” Taehyung said and lend out a hand in his direction. “My name is Taehyung, but you already know that” he smiled.

“Jimin” your friend said and shook his hand.

“I’m y/n” you said when Taehyung turned to you with the same gesture.

“So” the boy sat down across from you completely pushing Jimin this time. “I’m new here… so I was wondering if you would be my friend”.

Yep, Taehyung was definitely talking to you.

“Um… okay” you simply said and moved towards the middle of the bench, so you could face Jimin.

Just to be rudely interrupted by Taehyung once again.

“So would you like to play with me this afternoon?” he asked.

You had ignored it the first time, but Jimin’s glare was even more evident now.

“I usually play with Jimin after school. So no, thanks” you simply explained.

The other kid’s eyes became even wider for a second; he obviously has not been cut of so rudely before.

“Well okay.” He stood up and headed towards the playground. Right before Taehyung climbed on the slide, he shouted a “have fun with your boyfriend” and laughed.

“What an idiot” you scoffed. “Isn’t he too confident for a kid who just moved in this class?” you wondered out loud.

You looked at Jimin. His cheeks were even a deeper shade of pink than usual.

Would you like to be my friend?

This question was stuck in his head all day. My friend. But that was impossible. You were already his best friend and you played with him. Jimin felt scared in a way he had not before. At that moment, he learned the feeling of jealousy, even though he didn’t know the definition of the word.

On the way home after school he was looking intensely at you. Your small hands playing with the flowers that they have picked by the street. At your flushed face. Even at your penguin hat. You were y/n. You were his y/n. You eventually noticed hiS intense eyes and you realized he wasn’t listening to your rambling. He has actually been very quiet all day after lunch.

“Jimin?” you stopped walking “What’s wrong?”

Jimin took a few seconds before opening his mouth.

“You are my friend, right?” he asked.

You laughed with squinted eyes.

“Of course Jiminie! I am your best friend, and you’re mine, y’know?” you said still smiling at tapped the nose of the penguin on his hat.

“Forever?” Jimin asked, his doe eyes widening at the urgency of the question.

“Forever.” You confirmed and reached out both of your hands to hold Jimin’s face in your small palms, which finally made the corners of his mouth move up. A feeling of comfort and warmth spreading through his body in the cold afternoon.

You were his best friend. Forever.

***

And you really were best friends. All the way through elementary school and middle school. By the time you were in 7th grade, Taehyung had also joined your little group of two, making it a group of three. Even though Jimin had a hard time with him in the beginning, they eventually fell in love with each other and you, Tae and Jimin were inseparable since then. You were best friends. Just friends.

The bell rang and you were once again in a classroom, this time the kids around you weren’t 5 or 6 years old, but 14 and 15. You turned to look around the room, being torn away from another daydream of yours. Your gaze met the face of your friend talking to you.

“What?” you asked a little disoriented.

“You are so careless y/n” Yongsun sighed as she rolled her eyes.

“Am not! I just didn’t sleep well yesterday” you lied. “What were you saying?”

“I was telling you about the other day!” she exclaimed as if the other day was Christmas or something.

“What about it?” you asked with the same poker face as before.

“Well… I was going home with Youngjae, remember I told you on the phone!” she was too excited.

“Oh! Yeah! I remember” you totally didn’t.

“You know that café down the street, where everyone from school goes?” she asked and continued without waiting for a reply. “Well, on the way home, Youngjae suggested we should stop by and we sat on the table with the pretty lights. You know it right? And he bought me hot chocolate and guess what?” her voice was getting louder and louder with every spoken word.

There were a few seconds of silence, before you realized you were supposed to ask.

“What?” you tried to imitate her excitement.

She clapped her hands and almost jumped in her seat.

“He kissed me!” she squealed.

“Oh! Wow!” was all you could say.

“I know right!?!” she sighed and dramatically put a hand on her heart. “It was magical!”

You didn’t know how to react to that, so you turned back to the front and continued your scribbling in your notebook from before. Not only have you been stuck in the classroom for five hours already, but you had to hear all about Yongsun’s romantic first date, that you honestly were happy, but didn’t really care about.

The conversation obviously was not over yet, because Yongsun went closer to you as if she was about to share something very confidential with you.

“So what about you?” her eyes reflected with a mischievous glint.

“What about me?” you knew where this was going, but preferred to play dumb.

“Well, your first kiss? How was it?”

“I…” you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “I hadn’t had a first kiss yet” you finally admitted.

It was Yongsun’s turn to stare at you dumbly.

“What do you mean? The two most popular boys of the class are your best friends, every girl wishes to be you y/n!”

You shrugged.

“Well, getting my first kiss, just isn’t my deepest wish to be honest”.

“It should be. What else could you be thinking of in 7th grade?” Yongsun wondered.

“I don’t know. I guess just… not this”.

The bell rang for the end of class and your friend started gathering her things from the desk.

“Well, you do you, y/n. I swear you are so weird” Yongsun laughed on the way out of the classroom.

You weren’t offended by her words, you knew you stand out as weird to the other girls, when you preferred to go out and eat with Taehyung and Jimin and talk about basketball with them, instead of swooning all over them or the other boys, like the rest of the girls in your class.

But Yongsun’s words made you wonder.

You stared at Jimin and Taehyung’s figures as they came closer to your part of the classroom. You couldn’t see them as “hot”. They were Tae and Chim. Your silly friends, which happened to be the opposite gender.

“Hey y/n, what are you waiting for! Let’s head home!” Jimin called you already standing by the door.

You shook your head to clear out your thoughts and soon after followed the two boys on the way home.

***

You swirled around your room bopping your head to the music coming from your speakers, as you ignored your mom shouting from downstairs to keep it down. You only stopped when the sound of something hard hitting your window repetitively became evident. You walked towards it and pulled your curtains just to find a boy grinning right at you through the glass. You stumbled back a little startled at the unexpected appearance, but then quickly regained your balance and reached to open the door to your balcony. The boy stepped in folded in two while holding his stomach from laughter.

“You asshole” you pushed him, which resulted in nothing since the boy was about 20 cm taller that you and much heavier.

“You should’ve seen your face” he was now wiping a tear from his eye as he battled for air.

“Real fun” you rolled your eyes at him as you made your way to the speaker to lower down the beat of the music. When you turned around the other kid was lying on your bed, opening one of your very precious and much needed snacks.

“Hey that’s from my secret supplies!” you shouted as you looked at him in disbelief

“It’s not very hidden though, you need to find a better place”.

“Don’t you have any shame?

“Don’t you? The boy smirked as he looked at you up and down. “Looking good, y/n!”

You looked in the mirror next to you and realized that you were wearing nothing more than a plain white shirt over your underwear. Well, it’s not like you had the time to dress up after your friend decided to scare the shit out of you.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, you pervert!” you screamed at him and jumped on the bed taking your snack away from him.

“What are you doing here so late anyway? Get out will you?”

“Why, mommy and daddy don’t know you have male friends?” the smile was now evident on Jungkook’s face.

Jeon Jungkook. The school playboy. You’ve known him ever since middle school and it was funny to you how this small boy that was so afraid from girls turned into this well-built-pretty-faced model that girls from your class, or any class really, would fall over. You hated when he got cocky with you, it made you feel like one of the girls he constantly plays over and not one of his best friends.

“In fact yes, and if they find you in my room, your face will be the one to suffer from this” you snapped at him as you took a step back.

He got of your bed and was now dangerously close to you, but you were no stupid girl. You knew him, and he knew it. That is why he was never making further moves on you, which you were thankful for. Just when he was about to make another sarcastic comment about your parent’s strict guidance system, a loud thump coming from your balcony made both of you turn away. Another boy, a bit taller than Jungkook, but also a bit more lightweight grinned at you from the floor after he somehow had managed to fall while entering your room. Then he noticed the way Jungkook had cornered you and his eyes widened and his grin got a little more devilish.

“Oh am I interrupting something” he wiggled his eyebrows, then turned his head back and shouted over his shoulder “Jiminie abort mission, we have to come back later, they were about to do the sex”.

Oh my God.

Kim Taehyung. Now the local sweetheart that was good at making friends wherever he went since birth, but when people got to know him, they realized he could quickly turn from the kind and put-together boy from your math class to a full on rascal in his free time. Still happened to be one of your best friends.

“The sex?” you heard from somewhere behind Taehyung.

“Wow, I’ve only heard of that, but never really seen it with my eyes” Jimin’s head appeared right behind Taehyung’s shoulder.

There he was. Your third idiot. Or if we speak in a chronological order, first idiot. He smiled at you, and you suddenly forgot the little pit of anger burning in your stomach from their remarks. You went to him and gave him a big bear hug, meanwhile pushing Taehyung, who had just managed to get up, back on the floor.

“Hey!” he complained. “Why does he get all the love?” he whined.

“I haven’t seen him in two months” you said still in Jimin’s arms inhaling his cologne, reminding you of the last time you saw him at the end of the junior school year.

“Well, honey, let me remind you, you haven’t seen me and Jungkook in two months as well”

“Yeah, yeah” you waved your hand at them as you let go of Jimin and laughed at their reaction.

“Anyways, why didn’t you tell me you were back?” you asked looking at them one after the other.

“We just came back actually” Jungkook said reaching over for the snack from earlier.

“All of you at the same time?” you asked suspiciously.

Jungkook, Tae and Jimin were all away that summer. Jimin went to a university trip all over Europe, Taehyung was away on a camping trip and Jungkook was visiting family somewhere in England. So it seemed quite strange to you that they have come back from all those places on the same day at the same time.

“Well, okay we came back a bit earlier today, but we didn’t call cause we had to prepare the surprise” Tae explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

“The sur-” you frowned in confusion.

“Ah yeah… by the way... happy 18th birthday y/n!” Jimin smiled at you and it took you another two minutes to realize that it was already a little bit after midnight, which meant it was the 18th of August. Your birthday.

“T-thanks, that’s… I totally forgot…”

And you weren’t lying. In the summer you often lost count of the days and even forgot to look at what date or even what month it was. And because you were born in the summer, when no one was home, you rarely would ever make parties for your birthday. It wasn’t a memorable event for you, so you were caught totally off-guard with Jimin’s announcement.

“Well, anyway, we have come to take you to your surprise” Jungkook smiled to you and this time it wasn’t the flashy smile that he showed all the chicks he wanted to impress. It was his genuine bunny-smile that made his eyes squint and that made you unintentionally grin back at him.

“So let’s go! You are eighteen now, so you can legally sneak out of the window” Tae announced and headed towards the balcony.

“Aw that’s kinda sad, ain’t it? There is no more rush from the moment kinda thing for you” Jungkook pouted as he followed Tae.

You laughed at the realization that you were the oldest, so it was still kinda illegal for the boys to be out so late at night, but still squeezed Jimin’s hand and followed him when he held it out for you. Just when you two were about to jump over the balcony, you noticed Jimin’s eyes looking down at you and roaming through your body.

“Oh and y/n. As sexy as you are, you might want to put some clothes on, if we don’t want any paychecks with the cake tonight”.

***

“Seriously this might as well be a planned murder,” you voiced out your concerns while carefully feeling your surroundings.

“Just chill out babe” Jungkook called from the front.

“No, seriously, who is driving, is it you Taehyung? You don’t have a license. Not only would this be an abduction. It would be an illegal abduction!” you were petrified at the actions of your friends.

“Would you just calm down, y/n? I’m driving” Jungkook said.

You had no other options, but to trust him, since you were currently blindfolded sitting in a car, which judging by our sense of speed, was going way too fast for you to be in a living area.

“Where are we going?” you asked once again, breaking the one-second silence.

“I swear y/n-” Taehyung called.

“We’re here!” Jungkook cut him off and you heard the engine of the car die down.

You felt a set of hands, grabbing your arms and leading you out of the car and towards a dark place.

You were just about to voice your concern of a murder for the tenth time, when Jimin took off your blindfold and your eyes could see the surroundings.

When you adjusted to the lights, you were speechless for a second. You were definitely out of the city, because you could see its outline in the distance. In front of you, there was a fire, a cake and a “Happy birthday” sign clumsily put in between two trees. To top it of Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook stood with party hats and party whistles right in front of all this.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Tae shouted and started jumping around you, while Jimin brought the cake in front of your face, so you could blow all 18-stick candles that were stuck in it.

“I’m sorry they are eighteen, we would buy the number itself, but none of us remembered to take change on the way here, so” Jimin smiled apologetically.

You were still speechless. It weren’t an emotional person, generally. Or at least you weren’t good at showing it. But right in that moment, you could almost feel your tears spilling out.

“It’s… it’s perfect” you smiled and blew the candles out.

Jimin looked down at you and smiled back. You stayed like that for a second, before you heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Hey y/n come so we can all try the cake! Jungkook and I spent all day making it!” he giggled.

“That’s why we didn’t call you earlier. We had to set up all of this” Jungkook explained.

You moved closer to where they were and sat by the fire. Jungkook handed you and piece of his cake and sat next to you.

You took a bite, and regretted immediately, but tried to hide your grimace from them, just swallowing it down together with the pain, and turning to them barely smiling.

“It’s… oh. It’s great!”

“Of course it is, I made it-“ Jungkook’s eyes widened as he turned around to spit out what he already halfway swallowed as well.

Everyone laughed and you turned around to look and the lights of Busan beneath you.

“Hey guys. I know I don’t say such things often, but” you took and deep breath. “Thank you okay and I love you. And…” you hesitated for a second. “And I want you to promise to never ever leave me, okay?”

You didn’t turn around, the embarrassment of your words, suddenly hitting you.

For a minute no one said anything, but you could practically hear the smiles of the three boys behind you.

You felt Jimin’s hand grab yours.

“Forever.”

#bts #bts fanfic #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #hoseok #rapmonster #namjoon #seokjin #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts smut #bts college au #bts high school au #bts jimin #childhood friend jimin #platonic bts #bts imagine #bangtan

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idiotfromindiana · 7 years

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i'll paint you a picture from my past

nickel creek is such a huge part of my history. back in the day i listened to country because my mom listened to country, at that age when it was uncool and i knew it, and i remember getting to high school and this was southern indiana so suddenly everyone was listening to country and i was like wtf yall been sleeping on this while looking down on me for it thanks motherfuckers

anyway the first song i heard would've been the lighthouse's tale as a music video on cmt or something, this would've legit been 2001 after the beige version of that disc was released, i still fucking adore that warm shade of beige and how you can see the heterochromia in sean’s eyes in those pictures on the booklet, and that song was so dark and nuanced and naked and so sincere, unlike anything else i was hearing (there was good stuff on cmt in the early 2000s, i taped some great music videos around that time) and it was edgy and one of the first albums that was mine, not something i got from my parents or whatever i heard from kids at school. spice girls. aqua. lou bega. yeah this about is how old i am. no one listened to nickel creek but me. to this day i have a possessiveness of this band which, i guess this post is me trying to explain. you don't know them like i do. they don't mean as much to you as to me. yeah that's a classic Emo move from that period or whatever but it persists.

i was only a couple years into learning violin when i got that first album, and alison krauss was my first fiddle idol and i was amazed that she'd produced it. like i must have good taste, if she thinks these kids are worth it. and they were kids, most just a handful of years older than me, if only i had started sooner maybe i could be like them. there was something vicariously satisfying about loving them.

i picked up my dad’s old alvarez dreadnought, older than i am, and tried but my fingers were too stubby to make chords and they remain so, i've never really ventured beyond strings tuned fifths apart. eventually the transcription books came out and my violin teacher worked with me on robin and marian, i could never really bow that well but i could mostly keep up plucking and to this day it's my test, my warm-up, the most intricate thing that's most natural under my fingers, whether it's the violin or the viola i'm dragging out for a tune and some attention. on my own i eventually arranged pastures new for pizzicato viola. it's maybe my only musical achievement.

my mom took me to a concert in owensboro, a tour for that first album, and i remember having a breakdown because i wanted a shirt but they were the slim fit kind which i'd never really encountered and i was so insecure about my weight that even after we bought it i was convinced it wouldn't fit me. she took me into the bathroom to try it on right then. it fit fine, that slate green shirt with burnt orange text and i was so proud to see someone in the video for this side wearing it. that's how long i've been here. fast forward however many years to college when sara gave a solo concert in bloomington and when i handed the shirt to her to sign she went “wow, that's an old one!” and i stuttered the usual praise and i remember how she patiently looked me in the eyes as i struggled to speak, giving me the time of day i never expected from someone i considered a hero. she may even have mentioned sean coming out and sign it too but i was too anxiety stricken and just left and walked back from the buskirk to my dorm in the rain, alone, and i was happy.

when it came out this side as an album was so different than the previous that i felt at first betrayed, then underwhelmed, before finally i grew to love it just as much as the first. musicians evolve. people change. i drew that little crown on my school notebooks. i sang along and challenged my own voice and made the citywide honors choir around that time. fast forward however many years and then some to my last year of college when my metalhead boyfriend realized house carpenter was, in fact, the same goddamn song as on hurt vol. i, a song i referenced in poetry when the end of that relationship resulted in the most painful era of my life.

i was much better prepared for why should the fire die; when in rome is the starting point, it's how you best get friends to understand you, to like what you like. concise, cool, nickel creek. fast forward however many years to after college when i have two roommates, when the fourth album came out and they toured again, and i bought both of these roommates tickets to a show in indianapolis, and one was a girl who the boy and i had a falling out with and who i was lucky enough to get my nickel creek collection back from, except for wstfd, the case of which instead contained an expansion for the sims 3. when i finally bought a replacement cd, the new disc went in the old shelf-worn case.

they went on hiatus after that album, which was heartbreaking enough, but their farewell tour came through bloomington to the bluebird, and i was a freshman and the bluebird is a 21+ venue. i survived on sean’s solo albums, his second is still one of my favorites, and i tried to like the others' but chris as a solo artist never grabbed me and sara turned too country for me. a dotted line is where the history really ends. i might've listened to it all the way through once, and i couldn't tell you the name of one song from it and i even had to go pick my copy off the shelf to remember what it was called. that's not to say anything on its quality; it's just that those first three records hit in such a short span and at such a time that they were the ones that shaped who i am. an album nine years removed can't compete with that kind of history.

reasons why was always special and always will be. the instrumentals were incredible—bluegrass can reference tolkien?? is the right title in the booklet or on the back of the jewel case? this side as a song is straight up the matrix (ron block of akus fame has a very good matrix-inspired track as well on a solo album), and while half that album has an incredible delicateness, green and gray always stood out to me as emblematic of . . . something. maybe my own desperate lonesomeness. jealous of the moon is one of the best songs of all time, and i hope i can game my range to one day comfortably sing covers of helena and somebody more like you. and i hope that my dad lives long enough to dance to when you come back down with me at my wedding. i've burst into tears twice trying to get that sentence out.

still the history somehow continues. this week i bought a ukulele for ten bucks, and my only real goal is to learn to play anthony. maybe from there i can learn chords on a guitar like a big girl, or maybe jump into my years-long dream of playing electric bass. sure the frets are far apart but at least i know how to shift and the chords are few and far between. you can bet that if i get there—even if circuitously, like so many other things in my history, it's because of this music that is me in a way nothing else is.

#nickel creek #music #personal

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apartments4rent · 8 years

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The Letter

so i had a twitter poll back in february to write a “fic” for valentines day starring a pair that yall got to choose!! and lucwill won!!! so here it is haha it got kinda long, i hope u guys like it :^)

Lucas had a quiet life.

Keyword: Had.

He used to go to bed at 6am every day, wake up at about 6pm, head to work at 10pm, and come back in time go back to sleep. To some, this sounds pretty boring; and to be honest, sometimes it was. But Lucas liked it that way, it was routine. Familiar.

Now. Now, things were much different.

Ever since that scruffy-looking, hot headed, motorcycling kid came into his life.

They met in the mini mart.

Lucas was used to seeing a lot of strangers. He worked at the only gas station near the highway for miles. They would come in, usually use the bathroom, buy their stuff, and leave. There were a few regulars from in town that Luc would see; only a couple of night owls here and there.

One chilly November night, he came in. A cute kid - couldn't be older than 20; shaggy, dirty blonde hair and freckles. He grabbed a chocolate protein shake and three bags of almonds, then promptly left after asking for the time: half past eleven.

Luc was intrigued, but thought nothing more of it. After all, Luc was used to meeting strangers all the time.

But he came in again the next night. Same thing: a chocolate protein shake and three bags of almonds.

“D’ya have the time?”

Then, gone.

Again and again, night after night.

Till one day, he didn't show up at all. A couple nights passed with no sign of the handsome stranger and Luc figured that was all they would be seeing of each other. But, after the fourth night, Freckles came in again, as usual, as if nothing happened.

And this became their routine; almost every night, they would see each other, until they wouldn't, again and again.

After too long, Luc needed to know just what was going on.

He didn’t know this would lead to opening up his home to the kid. It's not like you know him that well, he laid awake that night, thinking, how could you be so stupid, there's no way this is gonna end well.

Lucas always was the worst worry wart.

Turns out, things would go wrong, but not in the was he was anticipating.

No, it was much, much worse.

Things were still quiet in the beginning, it was awkward for them both; two virtual strangers, now living under one roof. They mostly kept to themselves, each not wanting to bother the other.

Then they started to open up to each other, started to learn new things about each other. They found out they had such good chemistry and a lot in common, too.

Soon they became almost inseparable. Will would make Luc get out more, actually explore things around the neighborhood; “You've been in this town for six years and you never once been to the boardwalk amusement park?” Luc would show Will all the things he loved doing indoors, introducing him to new tv shows, movies and videogames; “What do you mean you've never even heard of Majora’s Mask? It’s a classic!”

When they first met, Lucas knew he felt some type of way about Will; some way that interested, if not frustrated, him. Getting to know Will; the real Will, his flaws, his hopes, his dreams; it made Lucas realize exactly what that way really was.

And it terrified him.

A crush.

Lucas had a crush on Will.

As a few months passed, Lucas hoped the feelings would wither; if he pushed past them long enough, they'd go away, right?

Alas, it was not the case. Surprisingly, spending more time with someone who has your heart in the palm of their hand will not make you like them any less. Who knew.

“Sounds like you've got it baaaaad,” Ollie, ever the realist, was doing their best to comfort Luc in these trying times.

Luc let out a groan of agony and forcefully rested his head on Amber’s dinner table, “I don't know what to do, man. This is really getting out of hand.”

“Why don't you tell Will? Y’know, since it kinda concerns him too?”

This snapped Luc back upright in his seat, “Excuse me? Are you nuts? I can't just… tell him!” Luc was baffled at the thought, almost speechless. “We’re…” Luc searched for the right word, and couldn’t come up with anything better than, “We’re bros. And roommates! It would only make things... weird. Plus, Will isn't the best when it comes to romantic advances.”

Ollie blinked and furrowed their brow.

Luc sighed, “He's dense. And just plain uninterested in romance. Which is understandable, seeing how utterly bad this feels right now…” Another groan and he was back on the table, face buried in his arms.

After a moment of silence, Amber, who’s apartment the two were borrowing for this impromptu therapy session, returned from running a few errands.

“Hey, Amber,” Lucas said, muffled through his arms and the table.

“Oh,” she said, “Lucas, how lovely of you to stop by. What’s got you resting on my table like that?”

Just as Lucas was about to excuse himself from her apartment, not ready to share the truth behind this visit, Ollie blurted out, “Lucas finally admitted he has a crush on Will.”

“Ollie!” Luc shot out of his seat. He was beyond offended that Ollie would betray his trust so easily.

Amber seemed to ignore Luc’s protest, “Oh, that's beautiful Luc! You two make a lovely couple.” She sighed dreamily, “It's been so long since I've seen sweet love blossom!”

“Ew,” Ollie said.

“Please don't say things like that,” Luc crossed his arms, “this isn't a good thing. These feelings need to stop.”

“What? Why?”

Luc groaned again and turned away from Amber, “You don't understand, it's not simple ‘sweet love,’” he collapsed onto her couch, “it's complicated.”

Amber paused for a moment, thinking. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Lucas. “Sweet love is rarely so simple.” She stroked his hair reassuringly, “Wanna tell me about it?”

Lucas hated to admit it but, if anyone would be able to help him out, it'd be Amber. He sat up, ready to tell her everything. And it was everything. He didn't know what it was about her that made him spill his guts; maybe it was the physical contact or maybe it was the Trustworthy Mom Voice.

Whatever it was, after about 30 minutes she was all caught up, and then some.

A long thoughtful pause after a solemn nod made Luc a bit worried.

“Want some tea?” Amber offered.

Tea did sound good right about now. Luc nodded, surprisingly exhausted after pouring out his heart twice in one day.

She got up and hurried into her kitchen. Opal, Amber’s cat, rubbed up against Luc and looked up at him. Luc smiled. The cat hopped up and curled into his lap. They say stroking a cat has its health benefits. Luc wondered if it included mental health.

Amber returned with two warm mugs of tea, “You wanna know what I think?” she continued without waiting for an answer, “I think you should tell him.”

Luc’s heart sunk. He could think of a million and one reasons why that was a horrible idea. How could she think that was a good solution?

“Now, now,” Amber could read the betrayal all over his face, “Let me finish.” She sat down.“I think you should tell him, but I understand the trepidation. ‘You could ruin what you already have,’ I get it, it's all too much. But you need to let this go somehow and a confession is the most effective way to do so,” she paused, expectantly.

A lot of things were going through his mind but absolutely none of them made sense. Amber hung her head in exasperation, as if it was his fault he couldn't read her mind.

“Write him a letter!” she said, as if it were obvious.

Luc cocked his head.

“Confess to him in a letter, address it to him, just don't give it to him! You know how helpful it is to write your feelings; you will definitely feel better after writing a love letter,” she said so matter-of-factly.

“Sounds kinda dumb,” Ollie voiced Luc’s opinion from across the room.

Amber scowled, “I wouldn't expect you to understand.” She turned to Luc with a hopeful look, “At least try it? You never know what might happen.”

Her smile was so warm and genuine, Luc almost felt better about the whole situation.

Almost.

Luc left the apartment feeling better, but only marginally. He slowly shuffled to his apartment, only feeling more confused than before. So many things were still swimming in his mind.

I guess writing them down couldn't hurt…

When he got to his apartment, he opened up his laptop and stared at the blank word document for what seemed an eternity.

Maybe I should do it freehand?

He shoved his computer off his lap went to hunt for one of his many notebooks.

Dear Will…

He chewed the cap of his pen. What was he supposed to say? “Hey bro, I think I love you?” That was way too heavy handed, and he didn't even know if that was true.

It was gonna be long night.

Luc decided, since Will wasn't going to read this anyway, he could say whatever he wanted. Once he got past that barrier, it was actually a lot easier to write. No inhibitions, not holds barred, just his feelings and the paper.

It was a stream of consciousness of sorts; he just wrote what he was thinking, even if it didn't make sense.

And he did feel better. A lot better.

He quickly scanned over the whole two pages, front and back.

Wow, I've got a lot of issues.

He ripped the papers out of the notebook and folded them up. He wasn't really sure he had an envelope in his house.

I'll just hide it somewhere, it'll be fine.

Indeed it had been a long night and, luckily, he wasn't scheduled to work either. Absolutely exhausted, Luc decided to crash early and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The letter helped Lucas organize and understand his feelings but, as months passed, those feelings all but faded. One could argue they only grew stronger.

Valentine's Day was right around the corner and it got him thinking about some… things.

One particularly chilly night, on a whim, Luc Googled, “how to confess to your best friend”. For absolutely no reason at all. He went through almost every article on the first page of results. He almost went to the second page but no, he wasn't that desperate.

The thought of confessing still wracked him to his core, but the thought of living his whole life keeping these feelings in agonized him even more.

I’m going to to do it, he decided.

I'm gonna tell him.

“You're really gonna do it?” Ollie sounded particularly enthused by the idea.

“Yeah, I am,” I hope.

“Oh, Luc, I'm so proud of you,” Amber was beaming. “I guarantee you’ll only feel better after you do.”

Luc wasn’t sure he actually believed that, but it’s what he kept telling himself.

“The only problem is… how should I do it?”

“On Valentine's Day, of course!”

“Yeah, but… how?”

“Hold up a boombox playing his favorite song outside his room window,” Ollie suggested.

“I don’t have a boombox,” Luc laughed, ”and I don’t think it’ll have the same effect if I use a Bluetooth speaker.”

“Meet him at the airport and confess just before his plane leaves.”

“What? Why is he at an airport? Where’s he going?”

“Oh! A confession in the rain is always romantic! Everything’s all wet...”

“Don’t listen to them, they’ve been watching too many romcoms with Opal,” Amber said, “You could send a bouquet of flowers with chocolates and a sweet note.”

“That’s too- wait,” Luc interrupted, “Note…”

Amber seemed to get the idea at the same time. “The letter,” They said in unison.

“Thanks for the support, guys!” Luc was out of that apartment faster than you could say, “Lucas and Will, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

He had put the letter in the safest place he could think of in his room. Someone would have to be VERY lucky to find it. Shoved between two random books in his bookshelf, it took even Luc a good while to find it.

Reading over the letter, in its entirety, surprised Luc. I wrote this? It was so honest and so deep, this came from my mind?

No, this won't work, he decided, this is way too much to lay on Will all at once. Plus, it barely makes sense, even to me.

He felt the room’s temperature drop.

“What’cha doin’?” Ollie said in an oddly sing-song voice.

“I'm going to rewrite the letter,” Luc said, looking for another piece of paper.

“Why? I thought it was pretty good…”

“You what?”

“I liked it?”

“You read it!?”

“Yeah…”

“What!? But I- How? Wh-” Luc groaned and pulled at his face.

Why am I even surprised, at this point?

“Ok, Ollie,” Luc took a deep breath, “Please don't read my personal writings from now on, okay?”

Ollie crossed their arms, “Alright…”

“Now, could you please leave? I don’t want you breathing over my shoulder while I rewrite this private letter.”

“Fine…”

Lucas turned away from the ghost and the room’s temperature went back to normal.

Oh, boy. Here we go.

It took quite a few tries to get it right; several crumpled up pieces of paper lay strewn about his room. He managed to get everything on only one piece of paper, now that he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

Luc scavenged for a proper envelope and slipped it in, putting it back between a couple of books along with the original letter. Maybe he’d want to look back at it one day and laugh.

Now we wait.

With only about a week until Valentine's Day, Luc had plenty of time to worry about whether this really was a good idea or not. Several times he contemplated throwing out the letter; if he gave up, there would be no chance of it going terribly wrong.

No, you have to. You can't keep ignoring your feelings. You have to do something about it!

So the letter survived till Valentine's Day, a Tuesday. Will was working at the garage till the late afternoon.

All day Luc hyped himself up and contemplated all the good things that could come out of this experience while simultaneously pushing away all that bad things he would think of.

Will would be home any minute. It was time to put the letter on his bed. Luc walked right into the room; Will hardly left his door closed anymore.

Oh God, here we go. He could feel his palms get sweaty; they were almost shaking, too. He gently put the letter on the pillow, as if an alarm would go off if he made too much noise.

Deep breath.

He couldn't get out of that room fast enough.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Luc was starting to get worried; he was pacing in his bedroom and Will still hadn’t gotten home. Was he always this late? Luc could have sworn he had always come in just before 3:30pm and it was already 3:50pm.

Just then, he heard the gentle click of the door unlocking. Lucas emerged from his doorway to greet his roommate.

“Hey,” Luc said softly.

Will whipped around to look at Luc, “Oh, hey! You're awake?”

“Couldn't sleep,” he shrugged. This whole ordeal kept him up all morning. “How was work?”

Will gave a sympathetic smile then rolled his eyes, remembering his day in the garage, “Oh my god, you wouldn't believe the morning I've had.”

Luc laughed to himself and followed Will as he made his way around the apartment, venting about his day and going about his afternoon ritual. Luc got more nervous every time Will got close to his room; he did a number of fakeouts before he finally went in. He was still really into what he was talking about, so he didn't immediately notice the letter.

Wait, thought Luc, what am I gonna do when he finds the letter? Oh my god, why didn't I think of that? I can't just stand there while he reads it; that would be so embarrassing. Oh god, oh, oh n-

“What's this?” Will held up the letter.

Shit.

Luc didn't know what else to do, so he ran.

Ran to the only place he knew he could go. “Lucas?” Amber opened the door after an urgent barrage of knocks. “Aren't you supposed to be with Will?”

“I panicked!”

“You gave him the letter, right?” She opened the door wider to let him in.

“Yeah, he has it, I just didn't know what to do after that… I panicked! So I came here.”

“Now Lucas, how are you supposed to see his reaction to your beautiful, heartfelt words if you’re not down there with him?”

“Oh! He can use your crystal ball!” Ollie appeared suddenly, surprising both.

Amber scowled at the ghost.

“You have a crystal ball? For real?” Luc almost lit up at the idea.

Amber sighed, “I wouldn't call it that but yes.”

“You gotta let me spy on Will.”

Amber bit her lip, clearly uncomfortable do the idea, “Well…”

“Come on,” Luc was exasperated and desperate, “What else do you use it for, if not to spy?”

Amber huffed, “Fine! I don't condone this ridiculousness, but fine.” She went to go get the crystal ball from a very secret place-

“Underneath the sink? Why would you keep it there?”

She just shushed him and placed what looked to be a simple hat box on the coffee table. The three sat on the couch and gathered around as she pulled a dazzling crystal ball out of the box. Amber whispered some stuff under her breath and closed her eyes as a faint image of Will reading the letter on his bed started to appear.

“Oh my god, it's working!” Luc started to hop up and down on the couch, then moved in closer for a better look.

Will was just sitting there, reading the letter very intently. He was looking all over the paper, even going back and forth between the pages.

Pages.

Lucas cocked his head to the side.

“Is that… two sheets of paper?”

The other two moved in closer, too.

“Oh my god.” Luc whispered, eyes very wide.

“What's the problem?” Amber asked, looking between the crystal and Luc.

“Oh my god,” he said again, standing up.

“Lucas.”

“That's the letter.”

“Luc?”

“The first letter I wrote! The original? I rewrote it because it didn't make sense, it was too rambly, it was so… so much!”

He started to pace, thinking, biting his already short nails.

“Lucas, it's okay.” This was not going to end well.

“I rewrote it, I am sure I did! It was only one page, I know it was. How could it have- I wouldn't have- Oh, god. He's gonna laugh.” Luc couldn’t keep it in; it was like word vomit. Everything was just coming out again and he was powerless to stop it.

“Now, Luc, please listen,” Amber wanted desperately to soothe Luc’s nerves but she knew it would be futile; nothing she could say would help. Luc’s nightmare scenario came true and there was no bringing this boy back from that reality.

“No, worse! He's gonna tell everyone about it and get the whole town to laugh. He'll leave town and tell his home town friends about his dorky, desperate roommate that was madly in love with him. God, I'm such a joke.”

“Luc…” Amber’s heart was breaking for the poor kid; he was reacting so badly to this turn of events. She could relate. Sometimes screw-ups like this really did feel like the end of the world.

“I can never show my face around him again. Maybe I should leave town.”

“Alright, Luc!” Amber grabbed her panicking house guest by the shoulders, holding him squarely in place, “That’s enough. Lucas, you have to think clearly. You know none of that is true. None of it. Will isn’t like that, he would never,” she sighed and gave him a hug. “You can go lay down in my room, ok? Clear your head.”

So Lucas did just that. In fact, he may have even took a nap - he had been up for almost 20 hours already.

After a little less than two hours, Amber came in to check on him.

“How’re you feeling, dear?”

Luc’s moan was muffled by a pillow.

Amber sighed and sat down on her bed. “You should give him a chance.”

He curled into himself more.

“Really, you should.” She paused, clearly withholding information. “You know you left you phone out in the living room?” She held out his phone so he could clearly read it.

5 missed calls.

3 texts.

Hey where are u

Hello?

Meet me in the garden before 6 pls

Luc sat up in bed and clutched his phone, reading the messages over and over. He looked up at Amber, worry written all over his face.

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It's almost six.”

Lucas didn't want to go.

But his feet were taking him downstairs already.

Every fiber in Lucas’s being was telling him this was a bad idea, that this was bound to end poorly.

But he kept going.

He stood in front of the doors that led to the garden for hours, days even, or maybe it was only a few seconds.

Deep breath.

When you count to 10, you'll open this door.

He closed his eyes.

With a hand on the door handle ready to turn, a sudden force pushed to door open seemingly out of nowhere.

“Lucas,” a surprised yet relieved voice said, a voice that Luc never got tired of hearing. The way that voice said his name made almost every fear and anxiety melted away.

“Will,” Luc had to force the words out of his mouth; he felt breathless.

They spoke at the same time.

“I was beginning to worry you weren't gonna-”

“I'm really sorry I didn't come sooner, things just-”

They laughed.

“We can,” Luc gestured, “go back outside, if you want…”

Will smiled.

Amber laughed, all alone in her bedroom. Lucas had left so fast, it was hard to believe he was moping in here just a few minutes ago. He was worrying so much about what he thought would happen, he couldn’t let himself think about what actually would happen.

Or what did happen to bring them to this point.

Amber sighed.

Ollie.

She stepped out of her room to see the guilty spirit, still looking into the crystal ball.

She cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips, “Well?”

Ollie sunk further into the crystal ball, clearly invested in what they were looking at and not at all trying to avoid the gaze of the angry witch standing above them.

“Ollie, I know you were they one who switched Lucas’s letter.”

“You have no proof!” The ghost sat up defensively.

“Oh, come on, who else could it have been? No one but Lucas had any reason to be in his room, let alone know where those letters were.” Ollie was about to defend themself but Amber didn't let them, “Hold on, hmm… who do I know that can access any room in this building that they so please?”

“Listen, sister. He made it so easy! He didn't even seal the envelope the letter was in! How could I resist?”

“Ollie, we've been over this. You can't meddle in other people's business. It's rude! And contrary to your belief, you don't always know what's best for everyone.”

“Come on,” Ollie gestured to the crystal ball, still focused on Will, who was now talking to Luc in the garden, “look at how well this turned out.”

Amber sighed. Anyone could see that this was exactly what Luc needed - a push out of his comfort zone.

“That might be true, but my point still stands. You really freaked him out. I'm 89% sure he was having a panic attack.”

Ollie knew she was being serious but they couldn't help laughing a little. Luc was really freaked out.

“It's not funny, Ollie. He was really heartbroken.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Ollie.”

Amber’s voice reached a tone Ollie always hated hearing.

“Alright, I get it,” they got up from the couch, “I won't do it again. Jeez.”

“Ollie, please. I know you haven't been alive in a long time, so you may have forgotten what it's like to have feelings, but you have to be more sensitive to how you actions can hurt others.”

“Ouch,” they placed a hand over their chest, “I'm pretty sure you just hurt my feelings.”

Amber sighed a deep sigh. It was going to take a while to get through to this one, she could feel it.

“Hey, look what's going on in the garden!”

“So what I guess I’m trying to say is…” Will looked especially nervous, which was surprising as he had gone through this whole conversation pretty smoothly otherwise, “Marv gave me this extra ticket to, uh, the Valentine's boardwalk fair? Did’ya wanna go with me?”

Lucas’s head was running a mile a minute at that moment. After all, he had just heard that his roommate, and crush, had been harboring the same sort of feelings for him. For almost as long as he did!

Will said he didn't know what to make of those feeling because he had never really given much thought to anything related to romance ever, so he just brushed them aside. But, because of Luc's silly little love letter, Will knew he wasn't alone; that these feeling were real and valid, that he didn’t need to hide them anymore, that they could figure things out together.

And now, they were going out.

On a date.

With each other.

Before Luc knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, he tackled Will in the tightest hug. The force of the hug made Will spin with the momentum to avoid toppling over.

It was a warm hug; a good hug, a hug with promise.

It was the beginning of something beautiful.

Will pulled out of the hug and grasped Luc's hand tightly. He pulled Luc forward and started running towards the beach boardwalk.

They were both still very unsure about what hey had just done, but didn’t regret a single thing. Because, as long as they had each other, they knew they were gonna be alright.

#writes #camacho speaks #valentines 2k17 #luc #will #ollie #amber

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