#yeah ahe did all that but ummm i love her.? Have you considered that.? :)

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[rastro-writes]

Lover’s Pond Proposal

Day 6; Proposal

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Twilight had to start preparing months out. He lived in Wild’s Hyrule now, but for all of that, he still knew very little of it, really. He knew the land nearly as well as Wild did, but had no idea of the people in the settlements. It was almost by luck he met Dento when he and Wild were visiting Zora’s Domain so Wild could spend time with Sidon. He got to talk with Dento for a bit, and found out he was a skilled silver craftsman. Twilight asked if he could commission a work in secret. Dento looked suspicious, until Twilight explained the project, then he grew a wide smile and agreed.

Dento didn’t take long to make it, but Twilight wasn’t able to make his way back to the Domain for weeks. It was another trip he and Wild took to the domain that let him pick up the precious gift. A silver cord interwoven with itself into a band to make a ring, with ‘my beloved Wild’ inscribed on the inside. Dento keep it in a small case to keep it safe. Twilight thanked him immensely, but Dento waved him off, and just told him to treat him well, which Twilight agreed he would.

He just… couldn’t decide when to pop the question. They already promised themselves to each other, would marriage be redundant? He decided to ask the only person he thought might have answers, besides his Love. Zelda. He made the trek up to the lab to talk with her. He knocked on the door, then when he got no answer, again. On the third, louder knock, he got a reply.

“For all that is holy, get in here already!” Purah shouted in her youthful voice. Twilight jumped, but opened the door and stepped in.

The scene was a hectic one. Zelda was working on some pad, while Purah was elbows deep in the guidance stone, making modifications, parts strewn across the plant form they were working on. Zelda glanced at him before returning to her screen.

“Ah, Twilight, good to see you. What can I help with?” She asked.

“Ummm. I wanted to get your advice on something…” he admitted shyly.

“I’m all ears.” She said, not turning from her pad.

“I- ,” realizing he won’t get the privacy he wanted, he’d have to settle for the room knowing.

“I want to propose to Wild, but I don’t know when would be the best time.”

Some tool clattered to the floor, likely dropped by Purah. Twilight refused to look at her, keeping his focus on Zelda. She turned toward him, face in a small, friendly smile.

“Let’s get some tea, shall we?”

Sat at the work table, Purah and Zelda stared expectantly at him.

“Twilight, you said you want to propose to Wild, right? Let’s start with that, why delay?” Zelda asked.

“I’m nervous, I don’t think he'll say no, but what’s worse is that he might feel like he can’t say no. We’ve already promised to each other to spend the rest of our days together. So he might think he has to agree, or that what we already have wasn’t real, when that isn’t the case at all!” Twilight explained, somewhat frantic. Zelda considered his words before speaking.

“I understand why you’d be nervous if those are your thoughts, but to be honest; do you really think Wild would be anything other than ecstatic that you proposed to him? He loves you so dearly, I doubt what you’ve described would be the case.” Zelda tells him. Twilight squirms a bit.

“I- I really want to make him happy. But I don’t know if marriage would make him happy…” Twilight admits. Zelda smiles kindly at him.

“Twilight, I can assure you, asking Wild to marry you would delight him. He loves you so much, and another promise to spend your days together would be wonderful for him. Because that’s what it is; another promise. It doesn't cancel out, or undermine your promise. It’s another promise. So please, don’t let that be a barrier to asking him.” Zelda reassures him.

“I- I hadn’t thought of it that way. Another promise. Thank you, Zelda. I think I’ll ask him on our anniversary in a few months.” Twilight smiled at them, jumping up with new energy.

“And Twilight?” Zelda asked.

“Yeah, Zelda?” He looked back, grinning.

“If you do anything to hurt him, I’ll hand you over to Purah for experiment, do I make myself clear?” She warned cooly. Purah made a small noise of interest over her tea. Twilight gulped.

“I would never, I swear it.” He reassured her.

“See that you don’t.” She continued with her chilled stare as he left.

***

Wild had to make sure this went perfectly. He got Isha to make the ring, a beautiful golden ring carved with interlocking golden leaves etched in. He timidly asked her to inscribe the inside too. It was a bit embarrassing to ask, but she was utterly patient and kind, making the ring perfectly for his love.

Wild was excited when he picked up the ring several days later. Isha looked tired, but very proud, and all smiles as she gave it to him in a little box. He opened it, and it was stunning. The detail on the leaf pattern was perfect, and he got giddy reading the inscription, ‘my true heart’.

Despite Isha’s perfect work, Wild was anxious. Incredibly anxious, and nervous. The ring was perfect, but he wasn’t sure if his boyfriend would agree to become his fiancé. He didn’t really have anyone to talk about this with. Normally he’d talk to Twilight, but that was out of the question for this, so Wild just stewed in his nerves for weeks. Their anniversary was coming up. They planned to go to Lover’s Pond.

He was having lunch with Zelda so they could talk over some plans.

“So of course I’ll be coming to take nice pictures of your anniversary dinner. I’ll be sure to get good angles of you both and take plenty of extras.” Zelda reassured. Wild wasn’t really listening though.

“Mmmm-hmm.” He hummed while playing with the rice and chicken.

“The weather should be fine this time of year, too, so we won’t have to worry about rain showers, except perhaps a spurt.” She continued.

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“And the monsters have been cleared from the area for months…”

“Mm-hmmmm.”

“And the Blood Moon will come out right at noon and eat you both.”

“Mm-what??” Wild looked up at her, confused.

“Just making sure you're listening,” Zelda chuckled, “what’s got your head in the clouds? I thought that was Sky’s job?”

“It’s… I have a surprise planned, but I don’t know if I should go through with it, I’m… nervous.” He admitted.

“You? Nervous? Must be something you can’t fight, what is the surprise?” She asked. Wild looked around to make sure they had a modicum of privacy, and lowered his voice.

“I want to propose to Twilight on our anniversary.” Wild whispered. Zelda shrieked and giggled, Wild tried to shush her.

“Oh my goodness that’s wonderful!!” Zelda barely whispered, excited. Her smiled faded at Wild’s unsure face.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to marry him?” She asked, concerned.

“More than anything else in the world. I just- what if he doesn’t want to marry me? We’ve talked about our future, spending the rest of our days together, but never explicitly talked about marriage. And I know…I know he wants kids, and obviously I can’t-“ Wild rambled, before Zelda physically covered his running mouth with a stern glare.

“Stop that right now, Wild. You're dangerously close to speaking poorly of my best friend.” She scolded. He glared back, and licked her hand. She wiped it on his shoulder, to his yelling.

“You deserved that, you gremlin. Now, listen. Twilight loves you. Not what you can give him. He would be perfectly happy being the old farmer who watches after everyone else’s kids, as long as you are there with him, alright?” Zelda explained, taking up her fork again, while Wild cleaned his tunic with a napkin, looking a bit dour.

“I know that, and he’d never complain, or bring it up. But I see the way he looks at the village kids. It’s almost the way he looked at me before we figured our shit out-“

“Painful months” Zelda quipped, taking a bite.

“- and I’d love that, but I can’t really do that, neither can he. And when we’re old and gray, seeing that look in his eyes would kill me, because it means I denied him that, and when I realize that when I look at him, it hurts so much. What if-“ Wild cuts himself off.

“Go on…?” Zelda prompts, knowing where Wild’s thoughts led him.

“What if he regrets marrying me? What if he realizes he’s missed out on something he wants, and blames me for it?” Wild chokes out, sobbing quietly.

Zelda put down her fork, and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Wild…Twilight loves kids, that is true, but have you actually talked about having kids? If it turns out you two want kids, you two, of anyone, could figure something out. Adoption, surrogacy, to name options. Just because you two cannot have your own kids, does not mean you cannot raise a child. I really think you’re overthinking this, and ended up in one of your anxious spirals.” Zelda explained.

“How do you know that though? That I’m not bringing up completely valid concerns?” Wild protested.

“Because I know my best friend, and his boyfriend, and I know you’re both too focused on each other, to think outside the box about that.” Zelda explained with a smirk.

“Fine. I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought of adoption. What’s- surrugaccy?” Wild asked, befuddled.

“Oh boy…” Zelda sighed.

One awkward conversation later, they finished their lunch.

“Thanks, Zelda. I feel a lot better now.” Wild gave her a big hug before they parted.

“Anytime, and I’ll be there to take pictures, so if you need another talk, I’ll be there!” She reminded him. He chuckled, nodding. She really was the best.

***

Lover’s Pone really was a perfect place to spend their anniversary. The weather was perfect, and the picnic was similarly warm and delicious, and fresh, thanks to Wild’s Slate. It really was the perfect day, he could spend forever here with Wild, they can be together like this for as long as they want.

Twilight had butterflies. He always did around Wild, but where normally it’s a flutter, it feels like a massive swarm now, stuck between nervous and excited. Hearing his sunshine laughter to a joke he made, caused the excited flutter to edge out.

“Wild, do you want to dance?” Twilight asked.

“With you, always, Pup.” Wild smiled using the shortened name, with Zelda being on the other side of the pond, taking pictures for their anniversary. Twilight blushed, but stood easily, offered Wild a hand, which he took. Twilight pulled him up, right into an embrace, Wilds arms coming to his sides naturally, and Twilight resting one arm on Wild’s shoulder, the other playing with his hair. Wild hummed, pleased, and leaned his head into Twilight’s hand.

They stayed like that, just swaying back and forth, enjoying the contact, not really moving enough to call it dancing, just shuffling their feet back and forth, holding each other. Just staring across the shiort gap between their faces, until Wild took his hand and tilted his head, to pull Twilight’s hand from his head, and kiss his palm, and he looked at him with such love that Twilight he wanted to ask now. He pulled out the little box with the silver ring safe inside.

“Wild-“

“Twilight-“

He went to kneel in front of him, but Wild stayed level with him, unexpectedly. It was when their bent knees bashed into each other, and Twilight lost his balance, falling to the side, toward the pond, Wild tried to catch him, but their bashed knees ruined both of their stances, and They plunged into the Pond together, holding each other. It was only seconds before they both righted themselves, and sat up in the shallow water, and stared at each other before breaking out into laughter.

“What were you doing? You look ridiculous!” Wild laughed as Twilight’s wet puppy look, his normally fluffy, thick hair now flattened to his head. Twilight chuckled at the ridiculous situation, before breaking out into a full laugh at Wild’s own laughter. Even laughing, they didn’t want to let go of the other, and their foreheads were pressed together even as they both laughed. Wild suppressed his urge to keep laughing, and looked a bit sheepish so close.

“So…” Wild began again after getting his breathing under control.

“So…” Twilight repeated, just enjoying the moment.

“So…” Wild started again, “I love you so much, Twilight. We had a really slow start, and a few trips, but I love you so much,” he pulled out a small polished box, and Twilight's eyes widened in surprise, “so, I want to ask, will you marry me?” Wild finished, flipping open the lid, revealing a beautiful golden band. Twilight blanked out for a moment, before smiling like a giddy kid, pulling out his own box with the ring.

“That is so not fair, I was about to ask you to marry me. Wild, you are my everything. You helped me get over my funk, and learn that it’s okay to love again, even when I was a giant idiot about it. Will you please marry this love-struck idiot?” Twilight finished, flipping his own box open, showing Wild the silver ring.

The smile Wild gave alone was worth the wait, and Twilight was certain his own grin was much the same. They put the rings on each other’s fingers, and kissed, sitting in a pond, covered in pond muck, save their ringed fingers they washed a bit, and it was perfect. Because he was engaged to Wild, his wonderful, sweet, clever, devious fiancé. Twilight got more butterflies just thinking that. His fiancé. Wild is his fiancé.

He listened, their hands intertwined. Out of the pond now, as Wild regaled about the ring, and how he chose the design and how Isha was great. Zelda agreed that Isha was great at making jewelry, and Twilight offered that he got Wild’s ring made by Dento in Zora’s Domain.

“I thought the work looked familiar! It's really very beautiful, Twi, thank you…wait, is that why you disappeared for hours on our last few trips to the Domain?” Wild added, giving Twilight a kiss on the cheek, to which he flushed full red.

***

“You’ll be pleased to know, the pictures came out perfectly!” Zelda proclaimed, wandering over to their outdoor picnic table where they were lounging.

“From the anniversary picnic?” Wild asked excitedly. He loved getting photos printed.

“And the engagement!” Zelda reassured.

Wait a second.

“Wait, you mean the engagement where we both fell into the pond? You got pictures of that??” Twilight confirmed, Wild's eyes widened in horror and Zelda’s narrowed in evil glee.

“The very same.” She confirmed.

“Zelda, you cannot share those with anyone, that’s so embarrassing…!” Wild whined at her, releasing Twilight's hand for the first time in hours in order to beg.

“I can do what I like with my photos.” Zelda held firm, to Wilds pouting. His hand was cold.

“Zelda, it would be a shame if Wolfie stopped helping you with your animal research, because he’s too ashamed to show his face.” Twilight warned with a smirk. Zelda glared. His hand was still cold.

“You-!! Oh, fine, I won’t be sharing them, but I do get to keep them so I can laugh at them.” She acquiesced. Twilight took Wild’s hand back into his, giving the back of it a kiss before they relaxed again, to enjoy the sunset.

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Songwriting

Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Masterlist

A/N: Here’s my first JATP fic. This is loosely based on the “Edge of Great” ep. This ended up being much longer than I expected, but who’s complaining I guess. Please let me know what you think and if I should write more. I hope you all enjoy!

@im-a-writer-right​ YOUR TURN!!!

Ever since Julie’s mom had passed away you had been hanging around a lot since you knew what it was like to lose a parent. But ever since you found out that Julie had 3 ghost boys in her garage you found yourself hanging out at her house much more often. It was interesting and you really had nothing else better to do. And considering you’re the only other person that can see them without music playing Julie felt more comfortable having you watch over them if she thought they’d get into any trouble.

You had been hanging out in the garage waiting for Julie so you could watch her and the boys practice. You were writing lyrics in your journal when all of a sudden Luke popped in onto the couch next to you. 

“Whatcha writing?” He asks peeking over your shoulder.

“Nothing!” You say slamming your notebook shut.

“Shutting your notebook isn’t nothing. Come on, what is it?” Luke asks turning himself to you.

“Ok, how about. None of your business,” You respond. 

“Y/N when are you gonna tell me what’s in your notebook? You hug that thing like it’ll be the death of you if someone reads it,” Luke chuckles.

“It’s my personal journal when are you gonna get that?” You say and get up to put it in your bag. 

“When you let me see what’s inside?”Luke asks.

“You’re so damn nosy, Luke,” You chuckle as Julie walks in.

“What’s going on here?” Julie asks, clearly thinking something is going on between you and Luke.

“Luke is trying to get me to show him my notebook,” You say showing Julie. 

“Ah, your mu--” Julie starts before you run to cover her mouth.

“Wait she knows?” Luke asks.

“Well yeah. She’s my best friend,” You say with your hand still covering Julie’s mouth. Julie muffles something through your hand but it was incoherent, so you remove your hand.

“Where’s Reggie and Alex? We need to practice,” Julie says. 

“Oh! They were just out doing their own thing. They’ll be here,” Luke says. Just like on queue the two popped in. 

“Hey, guys, ready to rock?” Reggie says.

“Yeh, so we’re playing Edge of Great first. Let’s start on that,” Julie says. You sat and watched as the band practiced for the show Julie’s dad put on. 

“So what do you think?” Julie asked you.

“It was great. You all are gonna do amazing!” You say. After the boys were gone for a break before the show, you wanted to show Julie what you were working on.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could show you a song I was working on,” You say.

“Of course,” She says.

You go over to pick up one of the acoustic guitars and make sure it’s in tune. As soon as you were ready you started playing some chords. “One moment you’re here and the next you’re not. But I know you’re watching over me and you’re still with me,” You sing. You continue until you finish the chords you have set out. 

“I have all the lyrics but I’m still working on the tune. What do you think?” You ask Julie as you finish. 

“It’s great. Is it about your dad?” She asks.

“Yeah, it’s been in the works for months and I just finished the lyrics before Luke so rudely interrupted,” You respond.

“You know...” Julie starts with a look on her face.

“No. No. I know that look on your face. You’re gonna suggest something that I won’t like,” You say.

“Come on. Just hear me out?” She begs.

“Fine,” You say, and cross your arms.

“You should ask Luke to help you finish the tune and open for us at the show,” She suggests.

“Nope. Nope. No,” You quickly say.

“Come on. You write amazing music and have barely shared it in the last few years,” She says.

“You know that’s because a lot of my songs are super personal, especially this one,” You say.

“Ok, well do you have a song you’d be okay singing?” Julie.

“I have one, but I don’t have any tune for it,” You respond. 

“Ok, ask Luke to help. He’s amazing at creating tunes for lyrics,” Julie says.

“No,” You sternly say.

“Why are you so scared to let the boys know you sing and write music?” She asks.

“I don’t know. It’s not something I really like to publicly announce,” You respond.

“You don’t publicly announce it, but you’re one of the best artists in the school music program? Come on what’s the real reason?” Julie questions.

“I guess it’s just because it’s been a long time since I’ve performed solo and my songs have seriously been lacking. Plus there are only a few hours until your show, I’m not sure if I can pull a full song out before then,” You respond.

“Your songs have not been lacking. And if I can bounce back. Then you definitely can. Just ask Luke, I know he’d be more than happy to help and to find out what’s in your notebook. You have the rest of the afternoon. Plus,  I’ve seen you pull songs out 1 hour before you went on stage, you got this,” Julie says. 

“You really think I can pull this?” You ask.

“I know it. And you can find out if there really is anything going on between you two,” Julie smiles and pokes at your stomach.

“Stop. There’s nothing between Luke and me, he’s just a good friend,” You say.

“A friend that my best friend likes. The way you two look at each other and talk to eachother that can’t be nothing,” Julie says.

“So this is why you want Luke to help me?” You ask.

“Ehhhh. Also if you don’t play, I’ll hunt you down and make you,” She says as you two walk out of the garage. 

“Fine. Fine. I’d rather not die at your hand. But there is NOTHING between me and Luke,” You chuckle.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Julie says as you glare at her.

~An hour Later~

You walk into the garage hoping to find Luke or even one of the guys hanging out, but it was completely empty. After looking around for a bit you decided to leave and come back later. But just as you were about to leave you, hear two feet hit the ground.

“Hey, looking for Julie?” Luke says as your turn around.

“Uh, no, actually I was looking for you,” You say looking at your feet. 

“Oh uh, what’s up?” Luke asks.

“I don’t know if this is too much to ask but ummm, Julie was thinking that I could open up for your guys’ show in a few hours and I kinda need help finding a tune to some lyrics I wrote. Julie thought you could help,” You say.

“Wait you sing? Why didn’t you tell us?” Luke asks excitedly.

“Yeh, I don’t usually play outside of school or my room anymore,” You say.

“Well, it’s not much to ask and I’d be glad to help,” He says and sits down next to you on the couch.

“Thanks,” You say and pull out your notebook.

“So that’s your lyric book,” Luke says.

“Yes, and you promise not to peek at any other songs after showing you?” You ask and Luke nods. You flip to the page of the lyrics for the song you’re gonna play. “Here’s the song. I uh wrote this a while back when uhh, I was finally feeling like myself again after my dad passed. It’s called Sunflower,” You say hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” Luke says as you can feel his eyes trained on you. He clears his throat, “So let’s see what you have,” Luke says and you pass your notebook to him. “This is great,” He says after finishing.

“Thanks, I play the guitar, mostly acoustic,” You say and pick up your guitar. 

Luke reads the first few lines of lyrics trying to figure out a good tune, “From dusk til dawn,” Luke mumbles reading through the first verse. He grabs the guitar from your hands and starts to strum some chords. “So here’s what I think,” Luke says and starts to play chords while singing your lyrics. 

“That’s great and what do you think if I stung this note out a bit,” You say taking back the guitar and playing the chords back while singing. 

“You have an amazing voice,” Luke says as you finish singing.

“Thanks,” You chuckle. The two of you sit for the next few hours creating a tune for your song.

“Ok, so this is what we have. Not like we can change it, the show is in 2 hours,” You say. You start to play the chords and sing. You expected to Luke join in like he normally would but he just sat there watching you sing. “So I guess that’s it,” You say after finishing the song. 

“It’s great! You’ll do amazing, I know it!” Luke smiles at you. You couldn’t help but think about what Julie said earlier, and Luke’s cute smile wasn’t helping. 

“What’s going on here?” Reggie asks. The two of you scoot away from eachother.

“I was just helping Y/N with a song, “ Luke says.

“Y/N sings?” Alex questions.

“Yeh I do, Julie wants me to open for you guys tonight. Luke was j-just helping me put a tune to my lyrics,” You say.

“Can we hear it?!” Alex asks excitedly. 

“I’m gonna leave that for the show,” You say.

“But guys, I promise it’s amazing! Y/N’s amazing,” Luke says as you chuckle. You feel chills move throughout your body at the comment Luke made. 

“Hey, guys! Ready to set up?” Julie asks walking in. She smiles seeing that you had actually asked Luke for help.

“Yeah,” The guys respond. You help Julie set up the equipment before heading inside to get ready for the show. 

“So, how was it with Luke,” Julie asks looking in her closet.

“It was good,” You respond.

“Just good? Come on, I need details girl,” Julie stops her task.

“Ok...fine. Luke is as good as you say in finding tunes. And he was very helpful,” You say.

“Really? I mean like did you feel something? Like a connection?” Julie asks.

“Julie,”

“I’m serious. You didn’t hear from me but I know Luke likes you. He just doesn’t know how to say it,” 

“Wait really?”

“Ah Ha! So you do like him,” 

“Me questioning if he likes me does not prove that I like him,”

“If I know Y/N and I do. I know when she likes someone. And you like Luke. I promise I won’t say anything,”

“Fine will you get off my back if I tell you how I really feel about Luke?”

“Promise,”

“Okay. He’s a great guy. And I can tell he’s really passionate about his music and that he loves playing. He’s also really sweet, cute...and stupidly annoying,” You chuckle.

“If I didn’t know better a certain someone likes Luke,” Julie smiles.

“Yes, your hunches were right,” You smile.

“Hey, you guys ready?” Luke says popping his head through Julie’s door.

“Uhh… yeah. We’ll be down in a bit,” You say.

“Cool. Y/N you’re gonna do amazing. And Julie we’re gonna kill it,” Luke says and leaves.

“I really hope he didn’t hear any of that,” You bury your face in your hands a few seconds after Luke leaves and Julie chuckles. You and Julie finish getting ready and head downstairs where Flynn was waiting. 

“You ready, Julie?” Flynn asks.

“Yes. But there’s a slight change of plans. Y/N is gonna open up for us so you’ll just have to introduce her first,” Julie explains.

“Yesss….I’ve been dying to hear you sing again,” Flynn squeals. The three of you make your way to the garage. You, Julie, and the boys prepare for the show. You find yourself shaking as soon as you hear Flynn speaking over the speakers. 

“Hey. Hey. You got this. Your song is amazing and you’re gonna kill it. If I could give you a big ‘good luck’ hug right now I would, but--” Luke says as his hand passes through yours. 

“It’s ok. Just...some jitters,” You say right before Flynn says your name. You make your way to the front of the garage. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’ll be opening for Julie and the Phantoms,” You say and get ready to sing. You look up to find Luke standing in the front of the crowd and he gives a big smile, “You got this,” He says. 

You start off with the chords Luke played. As you continued to play and sing you felt like you were home again. Like you were meant to play in front of people and share your music. Once you finished, you headed out and let Flynn introduce Julie and the boys. You watched as they played “Edge of Great” and couldn’t be happier to watch them all do what they love most. After the party ended you found yourself staying the night at Julie’s. 

“Hey, can I talk with Y/N alone?” Luke asks as Julie is putting away a few things and the boys are hanging out.  They all nod and start to head out. As Julie leaves, you see her giving you a smirk like she knew what was gonna happen.

“What’s up?” You ask Luke as soon as everyone cleared out. 

“I just wanted to say you did amazing and that you should perform more,” Luke says giving a nervous chuckle after.

“Thanks, you guys did great too. I mean it was your show,” You say. A few moments of awkwardness passed. “Was that all?” You ask.

“N--No. I--I--” He hesitates.

“I know you like me,” You blurt out. After the fact, you realize what you had said. “I didn’t mean to say it like that, Uh,” You say nervously.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing songwriter and an even more amazing person. And yeh, you--you’re right I do like you. And I know we can’t exactly touch each other and I’ve been dead for 25 years, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you,” He says.

“Luke. I don’t really care that you’re a ghost. I feel the exact same way. And yeh it’s a little weird to say I like a ghost, but one day I feel like you’ll really be in front of me and I’ll really get to touch you,” You say.

“I umm wrote this song. It’s actually about you, “ Luke says and picks up his guitar. He starts to play the chords and sing. 

“I love it,” You say after he finishes. You hear a clap from outside the garage doors and you quickly shoot a look and see three heads quickly move down. 

You get off the couch and open the doors, “We’re you guys really eavesdropping?” You ask.

“How did it go?” Julie asks hesitantly.

“Does ‘alone’ really mean nothing to you guys?” You ask.

“If you guys really want you to know...it went great,” Luke says and smiles at you.

“Hey, you guys can’t blame us for wanting two of our friends to get together,” Reggie says putting his hands up in defense.

“You guys are seriously ridiculous,” You say and walk out of the garage.

[darter-blue]

So, it is the fair @hannah-stagram 's birthday!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNAH!!!!!

And seeing as you are the most absolutely gorgeous person, and my partner in crime, here is a little gift from me to you... a hot neighbour, coffee, shrunkyclunks au. To give your day a meet cute kinda start 😘😘😘😘

Love you Hannah banana. Hope you have the best day darling ❤❤❤

Bucky Barnes has been living in this cul-de-sac for three years. And he has never, never, seen this man before. 

This man, who is currently collecting mail from the box next to Bucky’s front gate. This man who is too hot to be real. And is currently waving at Bucky. 

Bucky would wave back but he’s frozen. In his oversize t-shirt and his tartan pyjama pants and a pair of ugg boots that were forged at the dawn of time, his hair in a messy bun on his head - not artfully messy, but messy like an ‘i just got up and have no fucks to give’ rats nest on his head. And his hand is on the handle on the outside of his self locking front door. And it will. Not. open.

Oh shit.

He looks down at the handle, he looks at Alpine who has just run off and left him in her little cat paw dust, and he looks back at the very tall, very built, very hot man who has stopped waving and is just holding his hand up and staring at Bucky.

Bucky is going to die of embarrassment. 

Does he wave, and smile and then casually step down the porch and around to the side of the house and try to break in through the bathroom window?

Does he pretend he hasn’t seen the man and then walk down to Wanda’s as if that was his plan all along (and hope she won't kill him for waking her up after her late shift)?

Does he close his eyes and hope very hard that the earth will open up and swallow him into its fiery depths right here and now?

Oh, he’s going to do none of the above. Because hot neighbour man is now walking towards Bucky with his eyes wide, eyebrows raised in concern…

‘Hi,’ he says, slowly, carefully, as if Bucky is perhaps a skittish wild animal, ‘Are you… are you okay?’

‘Oh I’m great,’ Bucky says, turning fully around to put the door at his back, ‘Yeah, absolutely peachy.’

‘That’s good, that’s good. It’s only that, well… you’ve been standing there staring at your door for an awfully long time, and I’m wondering if you maybe needed some help?’

‘Ummm… no, no. I’m ah. I have this all under control.’ His voice is husky and scratchy from sleep and his fresh made coffee is inside on his kitchen bench. 

Getting cold.

Urgh why is this his life.

‘Sure, I’m sure you do,’ hot neighbour says, nodding his head, but his pretty pink lips are turning up into a smile, ‘But ah… it’s actually, if you like, being that I’m new to the neighbourhood and ah, you know, trying to meet people and be neighbourly, maybe you would let me help you get that unlocked?’

Bucky looks at the man, with his ridiculous shoulders and his full red-brown beard, and his swept back dirty-blond hair and the strange dark one piece uniform he seems to be wearing… like he’s going into space… 

And he wonders what exactly he’s getting himself into.

‘Okay, yeah, I ah… may have locked myself out, but I’m just weighing up my options.’

‘And what are they, if you don’t mind me asking?’

‘Breaking back in through the bathroom? Waking up my friend three houses down and borrowing her phone to call a locksmith? Hoping the ground swallows me whole and I don't have to worry about it.’

‘How do you feel about adding, “asking your new neighbour to pick the lock for you,” to that list?’

‘You can do that?’

‘Sure,’ Hot neighbour says, shrugging a giant shoulder like it's no big thing.

‘Uhh… I guess I could consider it.’

‘Great!’ Hot neighbour smiles like he’s just won the lottery. And then he pulls some kind of long thin picking device from one of his many pockets and kneels down in front of Bucky’s door.

Bucky nearly bites through the inside of his cheek.

It takes hardly a second before the door pops open and Bucky is distracted anew by the ease with which his hot neighbour has just broken into his house.

‘Huh, look at that,’ Bucky says, staring at the door as it opens wide. 

Hot neighbour is bouncing back up on his feet like a happy puppy, his smile still wide. Eyes fixed to Bucky.

‘All done!’ He sweeps his hand out to indicate what Bucky can already clearly see for himself. 

And Bucky is probably looking a little like a deer in headlights right now. ‘Yeah, that was… wow.’

Of course Alpine chooses that moment to come streaking past them, a white fluffy blur, escaping back into the house and meowing with glee at having caused this drama in the first place.

‘Absolute menace,’ Bucky says, watching her go. And when he looks up, hot neighbour is still staring at him. His hands in his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Oh, he had said he was trying to make friends… be neighbourly. Maybe Bucky is supposed to ask him inside for coffee. 

‘Did you, ah… would you like to come in for coffee?’ He gestures inside with his head, putting his own hands into the pockets of his pyjama pants. Oh god. He must look like a bum. 

‘I love coffee!’ the man says, and then he frowns, ‘I mean, actually I used to love coffee. I haven’t had it for a while.’

‘Oh, well. I guess you can come in and see what you think of mine?’

‘I think yours will be excellent.’

And Bucky has to laugh at the sincerity with which this total stranger has complimented coffee he hasn’t even tasted yet.

‘Well, actually coffee’s one of the only things I ever manage to get right, so you're probably not wrong about that.’

‘I’m not usually wrong about anything.’

And Bucky laughs again, because it doesn’t seem to be a line, it’s like the guy is just stating a fact.

‘Well, I’m usually wrong about everything. So I guess we’ll balance each other out.’

‘I’d like that.’ And oh. The guy’s voice has gone low and rich like butter as he says that. And yeah okay maybe that is a line.

And they’re standing on Bucky’s porch in front of the open door just staring at each other. 

'I'm Bucky, by the way,' he says, pulling his hand free from his pocket to offer the man.

'Steve, I'm Steve,' hot neighbour, Steve, says in reply, grabbing Bucky's hand eagerly and shaking it very firmly. 'It's nice to finally meet you.'

'Finally? Didn't you just move in?' Bucky asks, wondering why he's never seen this guy before today. 

And Steve, hot neighbour Steve, starts to flush a pretty attractive shade of pink.

'Oh, I may have been weighing up whether to buy here for a little while…'

'Scoping us out?'

'Something like that.’

‘And we measured up did we? Happy with what you found?’

Steve looks Bucky up and down - Bucky in his sloppiest outfit, barely dragged out of bed - and smiles. But this time his smile is full of delicious heat. ‘Oh definitely,’ he says. 

And Bucky is blinking up at Steve with an open mouth and a broken brain.

‘So… Coffee?’ Steve says, clearing his throat.

Bucky shakes himself, ‘Yes, yes, coffee. Right,’ and ushers Steve into the house.

Has to be forgiven for the way his eyes slide down to the roundest, tightest ass he’s ever seen. 

And then again for almost swallowing his tongue when Steve turns around and catches him staring.

And winks.

Oh god. Bucky is going to be ruined.

And he honestly can’t think of a better way to go.

[4stars-uswnt]

Stuck with the Best Moms [Preath x Daughter!Reader]

requested by anon: Heyy! Love your writing! Could you do one where R is Preath teen daughter? And how they are doing during quarantine?

A/N: i tried to get this done when they announced their moved to man united but oh well better late than never

“Ma! I’m bored.” You whine.

Tobin chuckles at your position on the couch, as you’re upside down, head hanging off the edge.

“What are you complaining about?” Christen calls, entering the room.

“Mom, there’s nothing to do!” You exasperate and move to sit up right. Your mom rolls her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

“(Y/N), you are 17 years old. Certainly, there’s something you can find that will entertain you.”

“But I wanna do something with you guys.” You huff. Christen and Tobin soften at that and exchange a silent conversation. During the lockdown, the two forwards had been quite busy with re-inc, leaving you to your own devices.

“Have you been feeling a little neglected, kiddo?” Tobin coos, moving to the other side of you.

Leaning your head on your ma’s shoulder, your cheeks flush. “No.” You mumble.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell us anything.” Christen takes your hands in hers.

“It’s just—— When we went into lockdown, I thought we’d finally get to spend some quality time together, but you guys have just been really busy with re-inc.” You spill.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your mom asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She knew that her and her wife’s schedules were always so busy with travel for both the national team and their respective clubs, leaving little time for all three of you to spend quality family time together.

“I didn’t want to bother you, and I know how important re-inc is to you guys.” You sigh. Because of how often either one or both of your parents were traveling, you were a very independent teenager. Therefore, you never really wanted to disturb your mothers, as you were very proud of their accomplishments both on and off the field.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?” Christen gently lifts your chin, causing you to look directly into your mom’s green orbs. “Yes, re-inc is important to us, but you are a thousand times more important to us.” She emphasizes, as Tobin nods along in agreement, rubbing your back.

“Chris is right.” Your ma adds. “And we are so sorry that we haven’t been making enough time to spend with you.”

“It’s okay.” You give your mothers a soft smile.

“We love you, (Y/N).” Christen whispers, kissing your temple. “So much.”

Tobin wraps her arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug. “How bout this?” She starts. “I’ll try and see if I can get us into Providence later today, then we can go pick up some Gilda’s on the way home, and we can watch whatever movie you want tonight.”

Your eyes widen at your ma’s suggestion, as you nod your head excitedly. Although you were already getting call ups from the national youth team and scholarship offers from many D1 schools, you were always eager to get some touches on the field, and it didn’t hurt that two of the best forwards in the world were your parents.

“Alright then. Why don’t you get changed, while I make a call to Mark, and then we’ll walk over there.” Before Tobin could even finish, you were already rushing to your room, leaving your moms to chuckle at your enthusiasm.

—————

Upon arriving to the field, you immediately pull out a ball and start juggling. Before beginning their own warmup, Christen and Tobin stop to watch their daughter, their hearts bursting with pride for the young woman they’ve raised.

The three of you spend almost two hours at the training center. Tobin and Christen put you through a couple of drills and competitions and then all three of you play a little keep away.

“Did you just meg me?!” Tobin gasps, chasing after you.

“Don’t hurt me!” You scream, giggling, as you run away from your ma, who eventually catches up to you.

You pass the ball to Christen, before Tobin tackles you to the ground, tickling your sides.

“Stop! Stop! You win!” You pant, as you try to catch your breath, admitting defeat.

“That nutmeg wasn’t very nice, kiddo.” Tobin playfully scolds.

“You were the one who taught me that!” You tease your mother, who throws her head back with a laugh.

“Alright you two.” Christen approaches with an ear-splitting grin across her face. “Let’s go get some food.” She helps the two of you up, as you pack up the balls and head over to Gilda’s.

—————

Entering the apartment, takeout in hand, you place the food on the counter, ready to dig in.

“Ah, ah ah.” Christen grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the container. “You go shower. We’ll dish out the food and set the table.”

“But—” You protest.

“Go! You stink.” Your mom insists, sticking her tongue out at you. Pouting, you reluctantly head to your bathroom.

Once you’ve cleansed yourself off and changed into a re-inc crewneck and a pair of bike shorts, you reenter the kitchen, smiling at the sight in front of you. Tobin was finishing setting the table, whistling along to the soft hum folklore in the background, while Christen was bringing the plates of food the counter, humming to the music. You wanted to cherish these small moments with your parents, not only because of how rare they were, but also because you would be heading off to college soon.

“Kiddo!” Tobin beams, noticing your presence. “C’mon let’s eat.”

Taking your seat at the counter, you dish out everyone’s food. A couple of bites in, you let out a moan of satisfaction.

“Ugh. This is delicious.” You shove another mouthful of pasta into your mouth.

Both of your mothers share a light-hearted chuckle. “I take it you like it, love?” Christen smirks, as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth too full of food to respond.

“So, kid, anymore offers?” Tobin casually brings up, receiving a warning glare from her wife. College had been a delicate topic the past couple of months, as you were having a difficult time choosing a school that met your needs both athletically and academically, causing you a great deal of stress.

You gulp down your food. “Ummm. Yeah. I got some calls from Duke, Portland, Cal, and Washington. And USC, Stanford, UCLA, and UNC called again, wanting me to meet the rest of the team.” You mutter, fidgeting with your hands.

Tobin bounces in her seat like an excited child, going to ask you more questions. But before she can speak, Christen shoots her another glare, effectively silencing her.

“That’s exciting, dear. You excited for the Premier League to start?” Your mother smiles, before changing the subject, knowing you didn’t particularly like talking about college. Christen herself was not particularly fond of the subject either, not ready for her baby to leave her. Although, you wouldn’t be that far, considering you’d most likely be called up to the national team pretty soon.

As dinner progresses, you and your mothers catch up, discussing recent events, soccer, and even a little gossip. Tobin eventually does coax the college conversation out of you, resulting in your moms having a mini argument over Stanford versus UNC.

As you finish up dinner and clear the table, Tobin starts making some popcorn for your movie night.

“What do you wanna watch, love? It’s your choice.” Christen asks, turning on the TV and grabbing a couple of blankets.

“Can we watch Clueless?” You give her a cheeky grin, knowing your mom didn’t particularly like the chick flick.

“Of course.” Christen sighs, playfully rolling her eyes, as she kisses your forehead.

“What’re we watching?” Tobin plops down next to, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“Clueless.” You grin, as your ma throws her head back, groaning.

“Again?”

“You did say it was my choice.” You sing.

“I guess I did say that.” Tobin grumbles, snuggling into your side, Christen doing the same, so you’re sandwiched between the two women.

“Good, because it’s starting so shh.” You stuff your mouth with a handful of popcorn.

—————

Towards the end of the movie, you find your eyes slowly drooping. You move to lay down across your moms, your head in Christen’s lap, your feet across Tobin’s.

“You tired, sweetie?” Christen runs her hand through your hair.

“A little.” You mumble.

“Yeah, you played pretty hard today, kiddo.” Tobin massages your calfs.

Turning around, you look up at your parents. “Can we do something tomorrow?” You sheepishly ask. “I mean, like it doesn’t have to be as time consuming as what we did today, but maybe a game or just like sitting down for a cup of coffee.” You elaborate.

The two older women feel their hearts melt, wanting nothing more than to spend time with their daughter.

“Of course, (Y/N/N).” Tobin squeeze your leg.

“We would love that.” Christen adds, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Awesome.” You beam and turn back to face the television.

As the credits start to roll, you stretch.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You yawn.

“Alright, good night, kiddo.”

“Good night, baby.”

Getting up from the couch, you give Tobin a hug and kiss Christen’s cheek. “Thanks for today, moms. I had a great day.”

“See, it’s pretty awesome being stuck inside with your parents, eh?” Tobin smirks.

“Uh, I wouldn’t go that far.” You call back to her, biting back a smile, as you make your way to your bedroom.

Although being stuck in lockdown was extremely boring, you had to admit that you had the best moms, and yeah, it was pretty awesome.

[puppy-phum]

get to know me

am going to mix these two different tag games into one post so thank you a lot for tagging me @jazthespazz and @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥

it’s somehow funny to do these same games again after a while so let’s see what I come up with:

Part I

name: real name petra but i prefer vish/vishie over here ^^ 

pronouns: she/her

star sign: aries ♈

height: 178cm (which am coming more and more proud of while i realize how damn tall every cdrama actor is lol)

time: 10:37pm as am answering this one

birthday: 10th april!

nationality: finnish 

fave bands/groups: ah well this is always a hard question but let’s go with these: BTS, DAY6, OneRepublic, Hurts, Oneus, Hoppipolla, TXT, Red, Mamamoo

fave solo artists: (forgive me if i’ve assumed any of these wrong) Novo Amor, Talos, Crywolf, Liu Yuning, SYML, EDEN, PVRIS, Joker Xue, NF, Halsey, Sleeping At Last, Nuz, HyunA, Sam Smith, Taemin

song stuck in your head: it’s OneRepublic’s Rescue Me bc of the song tag game i did earlier today :’D that one always gets stuck in my head whenever i as much as see the title lol 

last movie you watched: i think it’s The Yin-Yang Master (2021)? I haven’t watched any movies after that bc am so busy with all of my dramas haha

last show you binged: i think binged would be The Journey Across the Night! I watched that as a whole in 4 days

when you created your blog: in 2013 

the last thing you googled: ummm i think it was “what is a ball of wool called” bc of fic purposes haha as a non native speaker i always get a bit lost with words like this 

other blogs: none, i just dump everything here like the idiot i am 

why i chose my url: dates back to my intense summer of binge reading J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Vishous was my favorite of the brothers haha. i first used this username in some random game on my nintendo ds lol 

how many people are you following: 358 which somehow feels like a lot but also like way too few?? i should probably search for some new blogs with other topics than cql, bts and/or dmbj bc i do love a lot of things at once 

how many followers do you have: over 800 

average hours of sleep: i’d say around 7h

lucky numbers: i remember answering 5 previously? i don’t really have a lucky number but 5 pops into my head

instruments: nope, no. not touching those tyvm. i admire everyone who can play any instrument tho

what i’m currently wearing: black jeans, socks with foxes on them (plus my woolly socks), a gray cardigan (my fave thing ever!) and an orange/brown top

dream job: writer would be ideal but that is very faaaaar into the dream zone 

dream trip: around different parts of asia to taste all the amazing food ;; maybe a road trip of sorts through europe? or inter railing? another trip to london bc i miss that ;; a trip to the very northern part of lapland to see all the auroras etc! i’ve never been that far north :’D 

fave food: if i need to quickly name something then sushi. otherwise am pretty fine with anything spicy 

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: i remember thinking about this a lot the last time i answered this but hmm. currently i’d say dmbj still bc that world is fascinating AND i would love to talk to the characters. mass effect would be the second one currently bc i miss those games and the space stuff is super cool! and the third one would be assassin’s creed rogue bc that is my fave ac game and i like the northern sea and the places in it AND i could probably be one of abstergo’s employees instead and just test/play those simulation games haha 

Part II

Last Song: am currently listening to my playlist with just everything so i have Andrew Belle’s The Enemy playing right now (also I only just now realized that Andrew Belle also sings Pieces which is one of my fave songs? my bff linked that to me after it played in some tv series she was watching)

Last Movie Last Stream: i didn’t want to mention the same movie again or skip this question and i’ve wanted to talk about this anyway so! i watched Liu Chang’s bday live last night :’D it was so much fun even if i couldn’t understand anything. it was just nice to watch him being himself and have fun and chill with his fans. also the songs were amazing ;; i cried with Liu Sang’s character song as well as the ending. and all the while i couldn’t turn my gaze away from his eyes! he has such pretty eyes and they were absolutely Sparkling throughout the whole stream, it was so nice :’)

Currently Reading: Devotions by Mary Oliver (i adore her poems! they’re a very nice change after Siken haha) and then some uni stuff for a course about culture and mental health plus my thesis

Currently Watching: Douluo Continent, Word of Honor, The Long Ballad 

all of these are amazing and make me feel different things! i started Douluo Continent just a while ago and am now on ep 16 i think? it’s been very pretty and very chill and i watch it during the weekend while i wait for new episodes to the other two :’D it’s nice to see Xiao Zhan again and i’ve enjoyed the rpg game type of feeling in it? the group of seven is doing amazing and it’s interesting to watch them craft their team work! Word of Honor again has reached the ending and i just hold my breath with it. am not too far gone with it so i am not getting as heavy feelings about it as i probably could but i enjoy it  alot still and i do cry at times ^^ and then The Long Ballad has just blown me away! i didn’t expect to love it this much and be this invested in it but everything about it has been such a positive surprise and it keeps making me super emotional! i love the characters and the story and the romances even! it’s a great accomplishment for me. also yes i cry on the daily bc of hao du and bc of ashile sun’s hair haha

(i am also rewatching Ultimate Note kind of and been thinking about getting into rewatching Reboot bc it has been on my list ever since i finished it)

What is antipoetry to you: okay hmm i had to google this too and have to agree with Kiddo here. i don’t have strong feelings about poetry tbh, i wasn’t into poetry that much before maybe a bit over year ago? Siken has really blown me away haha. but i have always loved song lyrics which i never thought as poetry but then Kiddo said to me that they consider them poetry and yeah ok. i agree? so idk poetry can be whatever i suppose. i’ve never seen any rules in it anyway. i know there are many rules for different types of poetry but then again. i feel like poetry has always been just words put together to feel things and i guess that is the core purpose of every written type of art in the end right? 

Currently craving: a drama as good and as personal as The Journey Across the Night. that show really just stole my heart and i want that feeling back. i think about that show every day. i miss Li Jia and his two partners. i miss the vibes. i miss sitting on my floor watching it and just sobbing my heart out haha. also! craving a properly subbed, whole version of Anti-Fraud League. only the first 12 eps are badly subbed out there. wetv has... blocked? deleted? the whole show??? i need it to my life, i wanna see Xiao Yuliang being cute as Mi Ruo and i wanna know where the story goes smh 

thank you so much for these both! i had fun ^^ also am sorry this is so long but haha if you’re asking me to talk about myself and my interests then this is what you get :) 

tagging (to do which ever part you want or both!): @cross-d-a @jockvillagersonly @humanlighthouse @kholran @xcziel @minmoyu and @leonzhng ♥

[severetimetravelnerd]

Let’s Switch Things Up(ft. MINO) (4)

Part 4

Mino helps you learn something new.

 A/N: Heyy! So this is my new series, that I’ll be updating every Thursday. All images I’ve used in this moodboard that I’ve made are just representative of the emotions, not the way the reader looks :))  Please show this lots of love!

Comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

Taglist:   @herewecomeitsjekki​​  ; @kwonnansi​​ ; @happiestgirlontheeastcoast​​ ; @unabashedturkeytreeslime​​; @to-all-the-stories-i-love​​​

I only write on this blog on tumblr, so if you see my work on any other platform, please let me know!

Word Count: 1784

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of cheating (honestly mostly fluff)

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You woke up again two hours later. Minho was still asleep and was holding you against his chest. You smiled as you pushed back some hair from his face. And then you froze. Why were you acting so familiar with him? You stared at him. Yeah, you definitely liked him. As someone who always had problems falling asleep, if sharing a bed with him didn’t make you uncomfortable, then there was definitely something there. But it was all for you. He was just a very friendly, very nice guy who most definitely did not see you the same way. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that he had opened his eyes. He watched you zone out for a while before grabbing your hand that was on his face and kissing it.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Your breath hitched and your heart started beating really hard. That sleepy smile coupled with the kiss to your wrist was too much for you.

“Ummm…”

That’s when reality came back to Minho. He felt so comfortable around you. He wanted to be closer to you. he wanted waking up with you to be a reality. When he woke up, he was so lost that he just acted on his impulses. That was not a very Minho thing to do. He always overthought things. Suddenly he jumped back and you tumbled out of bed.

“Uh, I’ll go wash up and take a shower Minho. We can go get some breakfast after? Or you can go ahead if you want.”

Blushing furiously, he shook his head.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait.”

---

Half an hour later, you were waiting for him to finish getting ready. When he walked out in an oversized white shirt and navy-blue shorts with his hair sticking out adorably, it took you actual effort to not aw out loud. You were in an oversized white t shirt and tiny blue shorts. You matched with each other, although neither of you realised it. Not able to meet his gaze, you smiled at the general area.

“Let’s go?”

“Yeah.”

---

You were waiting at your table. Minho had gone somewhere to take a call. You stared down at the menu. You were conflicted. You knew exactly what you wanted, but you weren’t sure whether you should order Minho something. You knew his order of waffles and coffee, but you didn’t want to mess it up. Sighing, you finally decided to order it for him anyway. You were both ravenous anyways.

Ten minutes later, when Minho returned with a shy smile on his face, he was surprised to see a cup of steaming hot coffee and waffles waiting for him.

“How did you know what to order for me?”

“You told me when you were worried about the turbulence.”

He felt warmth from the inside.

“You remembered?”

You just looked at him nonchalantly and shrugged.

“Of course I did. I pay attention to you.”

Without even meaning to, you said,

“It’s you.”

You didn’t realise what you said, but Minho turned red and his palms turned sweaty. He couldn’t believe what he heard. He looked at you again. You looked so absolutely adorable sipping on your tea, softly blowing on it to try and cool it. He opened his mouth to tell you about his plan but he was interrupted by Andy lightly slapping your back. You jumped and the burning hot tea fell on your thigh and you winced. Even as Minho passed you a tissue dipped in water, he was glaring at Andy, who hadn’t even bothered to apologise. This was off to a good start.

“Ah Y/N. How was last night’s party?”

One look at his gloating face and Minho, not a very violent person, wanted to punch him.

“Ah. The party. It was…very you.”

He broke into a grin.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it sweetheart.”

The way he physically cringed when he said it was it for Minho.

“Don’t call her that. And apologise for startling her so much that she hurt herself.”

Andy looked surprised and moved back a little before smiling again.

“Oh sorry. I think I called her that out of force of habit.”

Minho just stared at Andy with complete and utter disbelief but you had enough. How dare he?!

“You mean your habit of cheating? Yeah, I know. But call me that one more time, and you’re going to be getting married with a broken nose.”

Andy’s jaw dropped.

“You’ve changed Y/N.”

“And you haven’t Andy. What can I say? We’ve all got to suck it up and deal with stuff we don’t like sometimes.”

Minho actually burst out laughing at that. You were always so nice and sweet that seeing you like this was a change for him. He never realised that you might have been extra nice to him.

Andy’s embarrassment at being insulted turned into an ugly smile.

“Well, looks like it’s your turn for that today.”

Both you and Minho looked at him like he was speaking another language.

“What are you talking about?”

“Minho’s taking you on a surprise date after breakfast and it’s a cycling date.”

Minho’s heart sank when he heard that. Did you not like cycling? Fuck.

“Wait. Andy, you knew it was supposed to be a surprise and you still told me? Wow.”

His smile faltered.

“I thought you would want to know considering how you don’t like cycling.”

Minho dug his nails into his palm. Damn it.

“Andy, I never said I don’t like it. I just said I don’t know how to cycle. Which is why Minho promised to teach me.”

“Oh I”-

You interrupted him.

“Well, it was nice talking to you Andy. See you later today.”

And he had no choice but to walk off, continuing to look back at you in shock.

After glaring at him, you finally turned your attention back to a very embarrassed Minho. He refused to look up from his plate and had a slightest pout on his face. Your heart melted.

“Minho?”

His head fell even more.

“I’m sorry. I should have asked you about it. I just wanted to surprise you. I thought you might like a picnic.”

You reached out and grabbed his face.

“I would love a picnic Minho.”

His eyes widened.

“But what about the cycling?”

“That’s okay. I need to learn someday. Besides, I trust you to teach me.”

---

“Y/N, you can do this!”

“No, I can’t! Don’t you dare let go.”

“Y/N, I promise you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, still not reassured.”

“Look, I promise you’ll be fine. I’ll be right behind you. I run pretty fast.”

“Even then Minho. WHAT. MINHO. NO. Don’t you dare let go. Nooooo.”

“See, you’re doing it!”

“I’m doing it.”

“Yes! You’re doing it!”

“Oh my god I’m doing it.”

You rode the cycle for a while before stopping and jumping off.

“Why? What happened?” His eyes looked you over. “Are you hurt?”

You threw yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck. You buried your head into his chest.

“Thank you, Minho. Thank you so much. I…I’ve been scared to do this after a bad fall as a child. Thank you for helping me learns something I’ve always wanted to.”

Minho’s body relaxed and he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you in silence for a minute. He pulled away and ruffled your hair.

“You’re welcome, but you’re not done yet. We’ve to eat lunch and keep practicing.”

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“Minhoooooooo.”

He turned and grinned at you as you pouted at him.

“What is it?”

“My legs hurt.”

“Yes, that can happen if you spend four hours cycling after not working out for a month.”

You glared at him.

“Don’t get snarky with me!”

His grin grew wider. He threw an arm over your shoulder.

“No Minhooooo. I’m too tired to carry my own weight, let alone yours.”

He shook his head at you before crouching down in front of you.

“Here, get on my back. I can carry you back, no problem.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s not too far from here.”

He turned around to see you hesitating. You didn’t want to trouble him. He sighed and grabbed your head.

“Please?”

Even though you were tired as hell, you felt your cheeks heating up. You quickly nodded and climbed onto his back.

“Minho?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Can we skip today’s party?”

Minho couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice.

“You don’t want to attend Andy’s brilliant high school themed party?”

“Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I would absolutely love to go and see all those assholes get shitfaced and say a bunch of horrible stuff. Andy’s even planning on singing Whitney Houston’s “And I will always looooveeee you.” But I’m way too tired to fake smile my way through another evening.”

He snorted.

“Yeah, my cheeks still hurt from yesterday. It didn’t help Natasha was drunk and decided to take a fascination to my cheeks.”

You burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t sound sorry.”

“I’m not. I’m her usual victim.”

Both of you grinned at each other.

“We’re calling in sick, right, Y/N?”

“Yup.”

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Mirae was in the hotel garden, taking a walk when she ran into Andy and his friends. She hated them, but she forced a polite smile on her face. Andy was harping on about something ‘great’ he did when suddenly, the proud smile on his face disappeared. Mirae’s eyebrows shot up and she turned around to see what made Andy that way.

He was watching you and Minho, your laugh echoing as Minho carried you back to the room.

“Looks like they’re serious, huh.”

Mirae’s tone turned icy.

“What did you think?”

Andy turned red.

“No, it’s just that when I met them, I thought he was just her friend who she brought along. I mean, he clearly likes her, but I thought she didn’t feel the same.”

“Why does that matter to you?”

Andy turned red again and had the decency to stay silent this time around.

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Minho opened the door to the room, sighing out of relief.

“Y/N, we’re back.”

Silence.

“Y/N?”

He craned his neck only to see your fast asleep against his back, cheeks squished and snoring lightly. Immediately, his face softened. He switched off the lights he literally just switched on and put you down on the bed. He then slipped off your shoes for you and removed your make up. He tucked you in, held you in his arms and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Feeling the most at peace he had in a long time, he smiled.

“Goodnight Y/N. Thank you.”

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[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Proposition and Accord-part VII

"Ghoooost! Good noon!"

"Hello!"

You opened your eyes slowly, barely awake from the deep sleep you had. The grogginess in your voice shadowed by the abnormal deepness of the voice changer.

"Hey, ghost."

"Corpse! Always pleased to hear you."

"Always ,ey?" Toast picked what you said in a more suggestive tone, teasing you with it.

"Cut it ,man."

You didn't bite on the trap however.

" Anyway, mind if I bring a friend?"

"Of course!"

"Sure why not."

"Okay,brb."

"So ,Corpse..."

"To early for that ,Toast."

Near the white astronaut Ghost had, a new little one came. It was black with a pair of headphones and a Wall-e companion. On top the name Charon was displayed.

The others started circling the new mate as Corpse's pink character stood unmoved by your side.

"Good evening!" A low and mature voice came from a woman. It didn't had a mechanical effect to it so it was coming in naturally.

"Hiiiii!"

"Hello!"

"Guys this is Andreea, Andreea this is the Peanut gallery."

"Ha,nice. Good to meet you all."

"Likewise."

"You too."

"Your robot is cute." Corpse remarked.

You smirked when your phone immediately lighted up. A message from Andreea written in big bold letters: 'HIS VOICE IS HOT!'

'I know :)))'

"Andreea , you know how to play this game?"

"Y-Yeah ummm..."

"Sykkuno."

"Sykkuno! Yeah, I know me and Y- I mean ghost sometimes play it. "

"You play together?"

"Well yeah, we play Fallout together, sometimes Minecraft even Eyes the horror game. Speaking of which ghost?"

"Yeah?"

"My place tonight?"

You smirked knowing what's to come.

"Time to corrupt another soul?"

You laughed was intentionally made to be interpreted by the others as evil and dark. In the inside you cringed, you sounded so stupid.

"Umm,guys?" Sykkuno asked for clarification, to which he will not receive.

"YOU GUYS LIVE IN THE SAME CITY?" Pooki asked all excited for some reason.

"Yeah?"

"Same city? We leave in the same apartment building." Andreea told ,a pleasant hiss rang as her long nailed hands opened a Pepsi can.

'Cola is better'

'Fuck off, Y/n'

':))🖕'

"That's so cute!"

"I guess,but she's a pain."

"A pain? Moi? Please, I am only in pain not one."

The others chuckled at your shenanigans, the humour between you and Andreea being based in play fighting, cursing each other and bumping as hard as you can into each. Considering how much of a height difference is between you two, everything just gets more interesting.

"Maan,I want to stay in the same building with you guys also." Corpse pouted.

You two sounded really nice to be with, especially you. You were fun to talk witg and your natural voice was a godsend to his anxiety and insomnia. It made him sometimes slip into a blissful sleep,especially when you began reading to him Doom lore in the late hours of the night.

' "The Maykrs' need for the Essence is prime. Without it they must suffer the monstrous fate of Transfiguration, and see their wisdom and faculties slither from their twisted forms. By bidding of the Khan Maykr herself, the Order of the Deag has devised a method to improve and accelerate the production of the Hell aura. What once took eons for the savage beasts to attai...oof. Wait."

Corpse heard you move in the bed, your body getting its pressure off it before settling back in.

He wanted to start to ask you to read again when he was interrupted by the sound of smooching ? You were kissing somebody?

You puffed and smiled as Sergiu bombarded you with another waves of kisses, a tradition in your group. You all were touched starved creatures so you showed your platonic affections through hand holding, sudden hugging, cuddling- sometimes propping your cold feet on the other person's back just to be dickish- and rains of kisses.

Sergiu was the most affectionate out of all of you, the rain of kisses being something that his mother used to do before she left to work. 'A kiss on the forehead to brighten your thinking, two on the cheeks so no one is lonely and one wherever you want.'

"Alright! Alright! I get it, you are leaving!"

You laughed as you pushed the cuddly golden retriver of a man away.

His chains attached to his black leather belt with grey 3d rombes running all over it clicked as it bounced. His hair smudged on the worn out black leather jacket and his face all but a smile. He was happy and you love to see it.

-Vrei ceva? ("You want something?")

-Umm...PIZZA PĂTRATĂ DE LA DEDEMAN ȘI MOUNTAIN DEW.("Um...SQUARE SHAPED PIZZA FROM DEDEMAN AND MOUNTAIN DEW.")

The man laughed at your antics, roughing up your freshly washed hair and closing the door as he left.

"Corpse? You still there buddy?"

Corpse felt a pang in his chest, you sounded like you have much more fun with the other person. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help feel jealous and worried at the same time. He wanted to be the reason to make you sound so happy and he didn't want to be worried of being replaced anytime soon.

"Corpse? My petit orchid? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah,I am fine."

It came out shaky and too abrupt for your liking. Something's wrong and you didn't want to overstep your boundaries but you couldn't let him go about his day while having something munching on his good mood.

"Hey,hey Corpse."

"Yes?"

"Wanna see my cat?"

"YOU HAVE A CAT?"

"Yes,so do you..."

"Hell yeah. I mean...sure I am cool with that."

You shook your head and became giggling, it's good to know you weren't the only one who didn't know how to cover their slip ups.'

"Trust me Corpse. You don't want to live with this anxiety filled owl."

"HEY! My anxiety adds spice."

"Oh my god!"

"Guys, guys. Can we start the game please?"

"Oh for sure."

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"Watch out for the wall, ghost. Watch out for--GHOST! Oh shit ,I lost her guys! Ghost, where are you?"

His character ran in desperate search to find you. When it left the snowy environment from outside , it stopped abruptly. You were there in the office with Sykkuno ripped apart body in front of you.

"Oh shit! Sykkuno!"

His thoughts ran wilde as they hurried to reach a consensus. He knew that you will probably kill him also as you waited for those 10 seconds to pass.

His premonition was proven true went you shut the doors of the office , your character moving slowly towards him.

"Ahhh! Guys ,what the hell do I do?"

His eyes clenched shut as his finger hovered the report button.

The sound of a meeting went off,forcing him to let out the breath he's been withholding. His hands shook as he relaxed himself when his friends started discussing aka screaming at each other.

Someone else called in another body.

You held your fingernails between your lips, leg bouncing from the nerves. You knew Corpse will snitch you out,after all you did killed Sykkuno.

I am so fucked...

Your body covered in a white and black hoodie contorted itself into a smaller position.You ignored the pain that your dead thighs were trying to emit while being in a cross position. Head to busy with anxious thoughts of what Corpse may do.

"Phew, Jesus. I am too nervous for this game."

Andreea's words caught you off guard. She nervous? It's more likely than you think.

Your feelings long forgotten as your protective nature sprung out of the shell.

"You? Nervous? Andreea you are a freaking talented tattoo artist."

"It doesn't matter, my hands are sweating like they are the Danube river."

"Wait ,are you a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah ,I am. I started tatto--"

Mission accomplished! Your goal wasn't to comfort, you knew you sucked at that but to distract. To take her mind away from whatever cause her pain ,then to secretly totally not obviously attack the shit of whatever upset her even bad vibes. Fuck them bad vibes! You and your friends are bad bitches not second hand embarrassments.

"It will be nice if I could do henna also but this hoarding gremlin was only calm enough when she did them. So basically it became her summer job."

Ah. Your mind realised she was telling them how you two met.

You wanted to get some henna tattoos, see if you liked the way the look at you. Andrea was just a beginner when you entered the tattoo shop and her life.

You weren't always an anxious person,the situation changed when your math teacher decided to be a bitch and humiliate you for not knowing geometry. Since then you were always out of breath when you spoke in public, always bouncing your leg when stressed , biting off your nails and having a constant dread when it came socialising with others. And when you are a big girl that amplifies considerably.

People are just shallow like that and you learned a long time ago that their intolerance towards you was a THEY problem rather than a YOU problem.

It's hard thought, sometimes their words and disgusted glares burn you from inside out. Make you feel inhuman ,that your anger,sadness and your passion don't mean anything ,that they are not valid, that you cannot be yourself and liked at the same time nevermind seen as a romantic interest.

But I digress, when it came with Andreea ,everything when abnormally smooth, you joked and laughed, bitch about people and so on. You hit off immediately.

So when you wanted to make a bit of cash ,Andreea didn't hesitate to teach you how to do temporary tattooing.

"That's so nice guys,the body was in specimen room by the way." Dave said.

The others for some reason started blaming Rae , you didn't said nothing as you were still waiting with your breath tight for Corpse to rat you out.

"Corpse? Where were you by the way?"

Here comes the expose.

"I ..uh...wait. I was in the storage then I met Sykkuno in the office but left with ghost."

What?

"Ghost? Can you collaborate his story?"

"Yeah , me and him left Sykkuno. I think orange was with him last time we saw. I am done with my tasks by the way."

"What?"

"LUDWIG! HOW DARE YOU KILL SYKKUNO?!" Corpse growled.

You muted yourself as you squealed. You couldn't believe him. He really took your side!

You took a sip of your green tea, patting yourself on the back for being calm and getting back in the game.

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"How could you ,Corpse? I trusted you and you stab me behind my back." Sykkuno exclaimed, pout evident in his voice.

"I am sorry Sykkuno..i-it's just...I...uhh.."

Your microphone was not muted this time so when you burst in laughter you dominated the whole discussion. You laughed ugly but happy as you always did, holding your lower abdomen as it clenched muscle you didn't know you have.

"It's NOT funny, ghost!"

"It'S nOt FuNnY, GhOsT! Bwahaha..."

Despite laughing ,deep down you worried you may have offended your new friends? Nah, too early to call them that.

"I think I know why Corpse did what he did." Grease started in a dramatic sober voice.

"You mean cheated on Sykkuno."

Ludwig ignited couple of laughter from the group.

"Yeah. He did it....drumb rolls please. "

Sean provided the suspenseful roll.

"Because he is a SIMP."

"WHAT?"

"No way..."

"You heard me."

The group went wilde. You didn't know what you could say, your mind crazy yet also numb. Poor Corpse.

"Hey, hey. Guys, please calm down. If you want to come for someone, come for my neck."

Your hands flared up into a peaceful backing sign, you knew of Corpse's bad anxiety and you didn't want to cause him distress by bringing the limelight into his face.

"It's alright, ghost. I am a big boy, I can take it."

You tried to keep it short, you really did but your mind wanted to say one more thing.

"Just like you can open foil?"

You heard a breath intake. You lowered your volume, thinking of what he may do.

"I FUCKING HATE FOIL!"

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"Tonight was fun." Corpse said after taking a sip of water.

"Yeah, it was."

You watched your dark hair moving in the air as you played with your toes.

"Sorry again for bringing all the...uh...attention on you."

"It's fine,ghost. I know you didn't mean it."

"Y/n."

"What?"

"My name is Y/n."

Ah!

His heart jumped a bit ,you told him your name that means you trust him right. Lily doesn't know your name so he is the first to know. The first to guard this special information.

"Ghost was kinda wearing down,you know?"

"Y-yeah,...uhh..I mean no! Yes? No? Fuck...It's a pretty name,um...Y/n."

You haulted, getting used to him saying your name will take a while.

"Heh,thanks Corpsie."

"Mhmmm, did you have time to think about what I told you?"

Couple of nights ago,Corpse proposed the idea of starting your own Youtube channel. You were hesitant.

"Corpse, I told I don't think people really like me. I think they just like the voice."

"Non sense. You watched our stream?"

"Noo...? Sorry,I didn't really have time to..."

"Hey, it's okay goofball. Anyway,they were asking more videos with you. Maybe some of them like you because of your voice but most of them like you because they like your personality, gh- Y/n."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Look you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just feel bad for all the fans that want to talk with you or sometimes I found something funny and I want to send you or tag you. It's stupid I know."

You didn't like the sad tone of his, your heart tightened and your worries worsened.

"I think I am going to sleep. Goodnight, ghost."

"'Night,Corpse."

You were left in the darkness of your room, at the end of the bed with your long fingers reaching towards your knife, your personal fidget spinner. You chew your nail as you moved the blade unconsciously.

Corpse's account:

.ghost added you. Add them back?

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Hey,guys!💖💖

Hope you like the seventh part of the serie. I almost went into a writing block with this one.

Anyway, have a nice day!💗💗

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[itstheimpossibledream]

The Siren

Sorry for taking so long to write a new story!  Again always feel free to request pairings or plot lines/lmk what you think. Feel free to follow!Please don’t use my fic without my permission.

Summary : A siren lives a double life as a performer, until the Winchester brothers interfere. 

They dimmed the lights after your number and you take a step back as the curtains close. You reach back and feel the step with your foot and you step down one foot , then another then- SPLAT! "Ow!Oh fuck!......Oooo!" you hear sound techs and stage managers run to you from every direction but all you can focus on is the pain in your ankle. Two guys in suits rush up to you. The one is putting way too much pressure on your foot as he lifts it. The other rushes to your side "Hey are you okay? You really missed the step." You heard the slight chuckle in his voice but decided to ignore the shame you felt rising in your chest. Awesome. Great, you fell in front of this very beautiful man,you check the man at your feet to see if he's also hot but mostly because if he is you've most likely died and gone to heaven. He is, but it's somehow in a different way, you throw your head back to look at the ceiling "It just really hurts" you say, refusing to remove your gaze from the ceiling. Well, I guess they heard the song, they have to come to your aid regardless. "Thanks, thanks okay excuse me." you say trying to continue avoiding eye contact while you push yourself up against the man who was asking you questions. 

"Ummm I don't think you can stand on that -" You cut off the man at your feet with a "OW!" great. So, now you're embarrassed and have a broken ankle. 

"Hi- ummm Robert Plant FBI ." he says flipping his badge open and shut. " You may want to give us a few seconds to take a look at that."

You slump back into the stairs he now had you propped up against. You make eye contact with the young man who is in charge of your quickchange. He shrugs at you, so he has no idea what the FBI is doing at a Broadway rehearsal before opening. Interesting. Someone rushes in to drop off a first aid kit and you allow them to patch you up and bring you back to your feet with a few jokes about being clumsy, and not being coordinated. The ankle was sprained, not broken but still hurting with every step. The officers sat you down in your dressing room chair. 

"So-(Y/N) You're like one of the biggest broadway performers under 30.That's pretty amazing." Says the one with the long hair, this is the one who rushed to your side. 

"Yeah- unfortunately we're not here to fangirl but we were wondering if you've noticed anything strange in the theatre recently.Ahhh that's what the foot guy's face looks like you think. He is definitely not hard on the eyes either. 

"Why are your mirrors covered?" the longhaired one asks.

"I prefer the darkness." you say cooly hoping neither of them read too much into it. 

"So ummm-  there's been accidents happening in this theatre for years and they're suddenly getting much worse, what can you tell us about that?"

"Well, I'm not so sure- I'm a replacement in the cast. The woman who played the role before me only said that this place was driving her crazy and she had to leave.......I'm not sure if that helps but, that's what I was told." you shrug

" Do you think other cast members have heard about some strange things going on ? Or felt anything?"

"Felt anything?" you asked 

"Felt chills or seen smoke or anything out of the ordinary ?"

" Ummmm .... maybe ask Ryan- our stage manager, he mentioned something weird like that around their first rehearsal in the theatre I think. "

"Okay. Thank you !" the small one said, as he stood up and adjusted his suit jacket.

"I'm gonna uh- ask some more questions." the tall one grumbled moving in his seat, "Whatever." the short one rolled his eyes and left the room.

"So - how does a broadway performer prefer the dark ? I thought you guys were all lights, camera action?" 

"Well obviously that's tv/film."  you chuckle.

" Sure, but you know what I mean."

"You mean why would someone who lives for applause be comfortable in the dark and silence?........ We're all different I guess. I do it for the love of the art. Not for the people." you shrug out of the top half of your costume as the theatre's medic rushes in. He doesn't look away from you which at first makes you shift under his gaze but, then you somehow settle under his stare. 

"Guess I should go and let the real doctors tend to you" he sighs.

"Guess so." you smile timidly, watching him standup and rebutton his suit jacket. You found it strange that for a moment you didn't want him to leave."Well- um let me know if you need help with anything else." you smiled knowing you shouldn't have offered up your time, knowing it would put you more at risk of being found out but, what did you really have to lose. 

"We will(Y/N)" he said, handing you a card from his inner breast pocket with a wink. Okay, so he felt it too. weird. He disappeared into a cloud of stage managers and health care workers all hypothesizing about your health and how soon you would be able to perform again. 

The general consensus ended up being soon but not, soon enough. The average human would need a guaranteed two weeks off of the ankle but, you knew you would be healed by tonight.

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The lock clicked as you closed the door to your apartment. Maybe the two weeks of relaxation wouldn't be so bad. You heard a crash in your kitchen and before you could move in that direction you felt an arm around your neck, holding you in a headlock until you passed out. 

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When you woke up , you were tied to your kitchen chair. Great, you should have known they were hunters. They were way too smooth to be law enforcement. Did you really let a pair of hunters beat you at your own game? You flipped your hair back, staring up at the ceiling and rolling your eyes. How could you have been so stupid. 

"Missing your spotlight now huh sweetheart?" the shorter one asked. 

"I'm bored with bad cop where's the good cop." you winked doing your best to get under his skin. 

"Good cop choked you out ten minutes ago but, ask and you shall receive." he extended his arms sideways motioning for his brother. The tall one now sits in the chair in front of you. He crosses his arms and flatly says "We know you're a siren, what we don't understand is why these kills don't match up with your usual MO. 

"What do you mean ?" you ask.

"I mean there's no love/lust connection to be found.Just murders."

"Woah woah woah I don't murder people." 

" Then what do you call it" quips the short one.

"Putting them out of their misery." you respond quickly. 

"Fine. why are so many people being put out lately?"

" That's the thing, " you say" I don't know. It's not me.I know you won't believe me but it's not. I didn't do it."

"Dean." the tall one motions to the smaller one to meet him out in the hallway.

What the fuck was this??? Two seconds in town and they already got the jump on you and were currently deciding whether to kill you or not. Awesome. So, the tall one liked you, maybe you could talk your way out of it. They spent  a while in the hallway, and while you could feel your progress of pulling against your restraints , you knew it was not enough for you to be free anytime soon. Eventually , they reentered the room and you were met with silence. 

"So?" you ask. They look from one to another refusing to share the verdict.The short one exhales and uncrosses his arms saying " We believe you, we don’t think you did it." 

"Thank you!" you exclaim"Now, untie me."

"Woah woah. Not so fast" The tall one quips. "We need to make sure it's not you, ya now just to be on the safe side."

"What does that mean ?" you ask

"It means I'll be watching you here for the two weeks of your healing house arrest , while Dean checks out the theatre."

"O.okay..." you said, not upset at all by that plan. They shared a look, obviously surprised by how easily you were accepting their punishment. 

"Just......okay?" Dean asked 

"Yeah I'm fine with him staying here- could use the company actually." you smile up at Dean.

"Ooooookay he says, backing toward the door. Sam, come here." The tall one quickly closed the space between the two of them and lowered his head so his brother could whisper to him. He must not have liked what he said because he pushed him towards the door and said "just leave" .

He steps out of your line of eyesight and you can hear him let out a light sigh. 

"Sooooo that's like your bestfriend or something ?" you ask.

"Brother" he responds wryly

"Ah..........So am I staying tied up for these two weeks orrrrrr."

"Ha.Sorry." he laughed moving toward you to loosen your restraints. Hands first, he let you go. When he finally got to the last tie on the bottom of your right leg you were considering how to make your move. You watched the muscles in his shoulders move as he untied you. "Fuck it." you sighed not realizing you'd partially spoken aloud. "What?" he said turning his face up to you.You grab both sides of his face and pull him in, kissing him hard.  He wastes no time decoding your move and immediately responds by kissing you back, wrapping his hands around your ass and lifting you up. He replaces your spot on the chair sitting you on top of him. You straddle him and grind into his lap kissing down his neck and then unbuttoning the top of his shirt to reveal his chest. He doesn't seem to have time to watch you struggle with the buttons and simply pulls the flanel from both sides, just ripping it off. You sit back on his knees as he peels it from his shoulders and throws it to the ground next to your cat's water dish. You admire how ridiculous his body is, just endless muscles, strength, force all of it wanting you in this moment. 

"what?" he asks, trying to decode your face you just smile and respond with a flippant "nothing". He was perfect in this moment. He kisses you sweetly, pulling your arm above your head, he hadn't been this assertive before but, you liked it. Then, you felt the rope again. The rope he had just untied you from, he brought your other hand up and wrapped it in with the rope, and easily looped you through a metal hook that jutted out from your ceiling, you had just bought a chandelier to go there but, assumed this was just as good a use as any. He pulls your tube top down to your waist and immediately latches on to one of your nipples, sucking it until it stands at full attention. You didn't intend to be naked in your kitchen, hanging from your ceiling when this started but shit now who cares? Once he gets both of your nipples hard he steps back to admire his handy work.

"god you are fucking gorgeous." he exhales. You look up at your tied hands and try to figure out where he is going with this. He notices your look and moves in close to you.

"You didn't think I'd just trust you automatically right?" He lowers his mouth next to your ear "You're still a monster."

That wasn't exactly what you were expecting but, it had never happened that someone knew who you really are - what you really are and still had an interest in you. You didn't even know that that could happen. 

"Why would you still be willing to be with a monster?" you ask as he shimmies you out of your pants.

"We're all monsters" he smiles looking up at you, looping your foot through the fabric and then tossing it aside."Some of us are just better at blending in." Somehow, that answer did even more to catch you off guard than you had expected and you immediately wanted him more. He reached up and shook the hook you were attached to, checking to see if it was sturdy enough to hold you but, completely rattling you in the process. 

"Yellow is a good color on you." he says motioning to the lace thong you have on.

"Seems a bit unfair that you still have pants on doesn't it ?" you chide. His heavily lidded eyes come up to meet yours.

"As the lady commands" he says, pulling at his belt,you watch the muscles move in his forearm as he quickly undoes the button at the top of his jeans. He steps in towards you, and you take note of the outline of his cock that you can see clearly through his boxers.You had figured he might be proportional for the height but this is way more than you had expected. You see a smug smile play at the corner of his lips but, this is way more satisfaction then you're willing to give him. He begins to touch you and you're shocked by how gentle those large hands can be. And god does he know how to use them. His green eyes shine with pride as you whine and writhe on his fingers. You buck your hips on his hands and he chuckles to himself.

" God,I knew you were a little slut." he let's escape his lips before you feel him pull his fingers out of you. You let out a pained whine at the fact that he hadn't allowed you to come. He lifts your chin and says "Don't worry baby I'm not done with you yet." He kisses you again, harder this time. You feel a sting as he goes in to smack your ass for a second time. If that's how he wanted to play it fine but, he could only tease you for so long. You hook a leg around him and pull him in the short distance between you. You look him directly in the eyes "If you're going to fuck me, fuck me." his hand immediately flies to your throat and you hear him pull down his jeans and boxers further while you become acutely aware of the heat at your entrance. You can feel his head slowly pushing in and you gasp at the full feeling. He chuckles to himself "Long time since you actually enjoyed it huh?" You bite down on your lower lip, controlling your ragged breath and feeling yourself pulsing hard all over him. That obviously had an effect on him. He moans and it only makes you want more.He grabs your leg, pulling it up a bit higher, and starts slowly pulling in and out of you, you watch as his brow furrows " Oh my god, you feel so fucking good." You lean in to kiss him and he pulls his head back moving his hand up from your throat to your chin "You are not in charge anymore baby." he says firmly pulling your face in and giving you the kiss that you wanted but, under his terms. His tongue is soft as it slides into your mouth and you begin to move your hips more, grinding into him as much as you can. He starts moving again, fucking you slow, painstakingly slow. "This isn't going to be quick like your victims, I want you to feel me." he pushes in and out of you , never breaking eye contact and you can feel your resolve waning. Your breathing becomes ragged and his muscles are starting to glisten with sweat. You let out a noise as you feel the pressure build for you. "That's right baby, cum on this fucking dick." he growls. You can't hold it anymore and you feel his hand move to your ass. Just feeling his hand was enough to send you into a string of curses and heavy breathing. He grabs your chin with his other hand and draws your face close to his, practically breathing into your mouth. " I'm going to make you come again okay?" he breathes lightly in between kisses. You can't even say anything, you just nod. He moves his other hand to your ass and picks you up. You're suspended in the kitchen, him holding you up your arms wrapped around his neck , just trying to hold on. You grab a bit of his hair at the nape of his neck and tug, his eyes roll back and he lets out an extremely masculine grunt. He breathes out a low "fuuuuuuck" and the way your body responds is so quick. You're close again, panting and digging nails into his shoulders. You can hear yourself allowing different versions of "yes, Sam.Oh my god yes." escaping your lips. He grabs you tighter, fucking you more and more until you can't stand it. You come on him again, crying his name. "Oh my god, oh my god." he says  and can feel him slowly pumping into you. He shakes as he comes and you're so grateful for the release, for the euphoric feeling. It pushes you over the edge again and you dig your nails into his shoulders and whisper his name.Eventually, you’re able to come back down. You stand there like that for a moment, just intertwined in each other. He kisses you again, when he pulls back you feel the need to remind him that there's still a lot of time before Dean is supposed to come back. He looks up to meet your eyes and smiles. "I guess there is."

[syrupa]

Hello !! I was hoping I could get a Bnha matchup! I go by many names (Mia, Mima, Nima, Mimo). I’m 5’2”, non-binary (she/they), bisexual, 22 and major in anthropology and study astronomy and physics for fun. I work in the husbandry/raising of toucans, toucanets, cockatoos, macaws and many other birds so I’m literally a bird mom. I love lovecraftian horror and dark artwork but love to dress in a frilly pastel way and adore aesthetics. I also have nipple piercings and plan of getting quite a bit of tattoos (constellations and little symbols of my family/partners) . I crochet when anxious (which is often), I’m kinda a stoner and I enjoy occasionally wearing kitty ears or a halo around the house. Ummm.. I have a froggy hat and a chunky cat named Molly. :) I get told I have great taste in music which makes me smile because music is really special to me. Hm.. I don’t know what else to put. Oh! Thank you so much for reading this and I appreciate you !

these can be seen as both platonic and romantic

I match you with...

Kyoka Jiro

You'd meet Kyoka at a library. You came to visit your local library for some astronomy books. Her and Momo had a study session that day. She finished up a bit earlier then Yaoyorozu and the raven haired girl felt bad for making her wait. So she insisted Jiro pick out any books that sparked her interest. She agreed and started looking around. Skimming the book titles, she'd found one that looked pretty interesting. It was about astronomy. Jiro wasn't very educated on the topic but wanted to learn more.

Reaching for the book, a classic trope occurred. Both of you reached for the exact same book. You turned heads and met eyes. Of course, it was extremely awkward. You both let go and quietly stared at each other. None of you said a thing. You were both to embarrassed to say a thing. A million things ran through both of your heads. Looking back, Jiro wondered why she didn't just look away, apologize, and walk back to her table. she's glad she didn't though

Yaoyorozu finished her studies and stood up to look for Jiro. She'd looked around for a bit. The library was quite large and she hadn't seen where Jiro went off. When the girl had finally found her, she blinked in confusion. Titling her head, many questions ran through her brain. Why was Jiro staring at some random person? Do they know each other? Why weren't they saying anything? How long have they been doing that.

"Ahem?" Yaoyorozu cleared her throat. Both heads turned to her direction. "I beg your pardon but what are you two doing? Do you know each other?" Jiro's earphone jacks shot up swiftly. "Oh! Uh, Yaomomo! He- Hey! This is um," Kyoka looked over to you. You quickly got the hint. "I'm Mima. I go by she/they in case you were wondering." The last part was more of a whisper. Still, Momo nodded her head. "Ah, if you don't mind me asking, are you non-binary?" A small smile came across your face. "Yeah actually!" you said with more confidence than before.

Kyoka's eyes widened. "Wait really? That's so cool!" She said with excitement in her voice. She held out her hand for a handshake but then retreated it soon after when she realized how awkward a handshake would be. "I'm Kyoka Jiro! I also use she/they." You two exchanged a smile. "This still doesn't answer my question, what were you two doing here?" Looking back at her, you answered honestly. "We grabbed the same book and our hands touched. We kind of just stared at each other." Momo nodded.

"Oh well we must get going now, it was nice to meet you Mima!" The raven girl waved and signaled Jiro her way as she walked away. Before they left, the purple haired one who introduced herself as 'Kyoka Jiro' asked you something. "Hey I know how weird this sounds but could I get your number? You seem pretty cool." Although she tried to seem calm and collected, you could tell she was nervous.

You agreed and gave her your phone. She typed in her number but forgot to type in her name. Giving you one last smile, she walked off to catch up with the previous girl. You were about to save her on your phone as 'Kyoka Jiro' but then scrapped that idea, settling for 'Library Girl' instead. You'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to her text.

Such an interesting relationship bloomed between you two.

You teach her a lot of things. Some things Jiro didn't know she'd actually be interested in. You've taught her about anthropology and astrology. You have little study sessions where you teach her about those topics. You both look forward to those days as it is always filled with silly jokes.

When you take her to your job, for some unknown reason she just attracts the birds. Birds absolutely love her. You've taken a million pictures of her just surrounded by birds. Jiro asks you about different bird breeds and overall just bird facts. You happily answer all of them.

Jiro's probably thought about getting piercings and tattoos herself. She isn't quite sure exactly what she wants though. So, you and her made a Pinterest board filled to the brim with concepts and ideas. You tell her all about what it's like to get piercings. She's definitely joked at least once about getting your name and face tattooed somewhere on her arm.

Once you told her music is special to you, she immediately smiled and got so happy. Music is super special to her too! She wrote you a song that only you get to hear. You both take music suggestions from the other. If you're ever interested in playing any instrument, Jiro instantly takes on the task of teaching you.

She won't lie, she was very surprised you were interested in lovecraftian horror considering your cutesy aesthetic. She doesn't know much about it but wants to get into it. You obviously help her with that and buy her some books and show her many artworks. She's very thankful for you and really appreciates the fact you go out of your way to do these things for her.

One day she took one of the books to class and Mina spotted it and asked if she could borrow it. Jiro hesitantly gave it to her, telling her she better keep it nice and clean. Mina promised she would. She did but, much to Jiro's confusion, the pink girl ended up giving the book back the very next day. She was only able to finish half the book. Probably gave the poor girl nightmares for weeks.

You force her to wear cutesy outfits with you. She gets so embarrassed it's pretty funny. She'll never say it out loud but she actually really likes your style and how it looks on you. Doesn't think it fits her that much but Jiro will but on the clothes if it makes you happy. Even though it embarrasses her, she likes to see you laugh. You never miss the faint smile that comes on her face whenever she wears cat ears for you.

Thanks to your habit of crocheting, she can tell when you're anxious. She helps make you feel less anxious by hugging you and offering you a glass of water. Having her there whilst you crochet makes you calm down fast. You're forever thankful for her.

After a stressful day, Jiro decided to crash at your place to just hangout. You two didn't really have any plans so you asked if she just wanted to pop on a movie. She agreed and began choosing the movie while you went to go grab some snacks. When you returned, you were surprised to see your favorite movie on and a ton of blankets resting on the bed.

You turned over to the purple haired girl. "Y'know, you're the one who had a tough day not me. You should put on your favorite movie." The girl raised a brow. "This is my favorite movie." You both paused before a huge smile appeared on Jiro's face. "We have the same taste in movies!?" You chuckled, quickly responding with a small, "Apparently."

Getting settled in the blankets, Kyoka started the movie. Sharing snacks, you cuddled next to each other. It was mostly quiet, a few snarky and funny remarks coming from Jiro here and there. It was very fun for the both of you.

Having her next to you made you feel safe and secure. It made you feel like you weren't alone. The feeling caused a small grin to appear on your face. Knowing she would always have your back was a nice feeling. The best part was that she felt the same. With you, Jiro felt like she could take on the entire world. Just as long as you were by her side. You looked over to the girl in adoration.

The ring and vibration of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. "Who's that?" Kyoka curiously asked. Pulling out your phone, the name read, 'Library Girl.' Jiro tilted her head. You answered and was soon met with a girls voice. "Hey this is Ochaco Uraraka from Jiro's class! She left her phone on her desk." A realization hit the Kyoka right then. "Thanks Ochaco! Uh can you keep it with you for now and give it to me tomorrow?" The sweet girl on the other side of the phone smiled. "Of course, no problem. See you tomorrow!" They said their goodbyes and you hung up.

"So," the girl next to you started. "You still have me on your phone as Library Girl huh?" Jiro playfully said. "Yup, you want me to change it?" In response, Kyoka shook her head. "Nah, keep it I like it. As a matter of fact, only refer to me as Library Girl from now on." You laughed. "Alright LIBRARY GIRL." The two of you shared a laugh as you happily continued the rest of the movie, a smile never leaving either of your faces.

[dream-girls-evil]

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The Aftermath

The search is on!!! Yeah, they really didn’t think this through.

Dolly is a resourceful cookie tho! It’s kinda funny to see Edmund following her lead through all of this.

Oooh an empty farm, lucky them!

I know Gwen is going to be okay, but this is still stressful to watch. And if I didn’t know that she was going to be okay, I’d think this was the turning point where Mildred becomes heartless and decides Edmund needs to die. Well, she still might decide he needs to die.

I know Mildred was probably just going to confess that she’s a lesbian, but I wish it was like, everything. And that she got the chance.

Aw Gwen is trying to smile 😭

Lmao Dolly is so turned on by this whole thing

Ahhh and the real Edmund comes out. He knew what was happening the entire time.

Dolly you DO NOT POINT A SHOTGUN AT SOMEONE

Dolly scares him?? I mean okay valid, don’t wanna be on the run with a wildcard, but it’s not like he’s super trustworthy either

Edmund’s demeanor changes so fast, I really can’t pin him down

Ah so the priest killer has a soft spot for animals

But Dolly is super chill with it all! She def grew up on a farm

Ooh Mildred got a thing about puppets, and I bet she’s going to try to take Gwen to a marionette show, or try to go to one because Gwen wants to, and it’s going to bring back some terrible memory

“Some kids have all the luck” ummm Gwen I don’t think Mildred did tho

Aw Gwen. She’s so sweet and thinks she’s come up with a lovely date for the two of them. She doesn’t realize that the marionettes weren’t a good memory for Mildred.

Gwen. Gwen. Look at the way Mildred is standing. Arms crossed in front of her, avoiding her eyes...please don’t push her into something she doesn’t want to do.

Gwen THAT’S NOT IT!!! She thinks Mildred’s just afraid of being vulnerable and letting herself enjoy something, but that’s not it. The woman is traumatized.

Also maybe you shouldn’t be discussing all of this so loudly???

The Puppet Show

They’re not even going to sit in the back so they don’t block the kids’ view?? Rude!

Wow OF COURSE it’s a story about children whose parents abandon them. yikes.

Oh hey I was right, they are foster siblings

I know she’s probably hallucinating like, most of this, but it’s still unnerving to hear the kids laugh at the abuse

And we already know that they get separated at some point

Aw no this is starting off so happy and something awful is going to happen. Their “parents” are going to be psychos and treat them like living dolls or something aren’t they?

Oh nope EVEN WORSE

Fuck, so this is what Mildred was talking about when she said she’d never do that with him again

Did Mildred leave without him? Ah, so there’s the guilt

Oh fuck she flipped out. Oh honey.

Mildred you need to explain.

Is she gonna tell Gwen the brother was Edmund tho, is the big question, cuz that would change everything.

Is the middle of a restaurant really the best place for this conversation???

Oh man she did tell her!!!

Really? We’re cutting away now? Don’t get to see Gwen’s reaction?

Caught

Dolly you need to be a little more alarmed by all of this!!!

I feel like either there’s people outside and she’ll get killed trying to protect him or if they do get away, he’s gonna kill her himself because she’s too reckless

This is all nauseatingly dramatic. Did he really imagine a normal life for them somewhere in all of this??

Dolly don’t try anything stupid now

Aaand she’s trying something stupid

RIP Dolly

Wait Mildred is back already?? WHAT HAPPENED WITH GWEN?!

Ooh Mildred is MAD. And I mean, with good reason. He disobeyed her and look at the mess they’re both in now.

Fuck the governor’s here? Gwen didn’t tell him anything, did she? She isn’t going to, is she??

Lmao it’s very satisfying to see Betsy disillusioned with Hanover

I would like to slap the governor please

Lol Mildred’s little smile at Gwen’s comment. Don’t get too excited honey; she’s just stating the facts. It doesn’t mean she’s cool with this.

Fuck fuck fuck this is not going according to Mildred’s plan!!!

And I bet Hanover is going to blame Mildred for this

Fuck he’s pulling the funding for the entire hospital?!

“You’re fired. Sorry you got shot.” ASSHOLE.

Hey, where the heck is Lenore?

Thoughts and Theories

So like, really not a fan of the lowkey implication that Mildred’s a lesbian because she was sexually abused as a child, but it’s Murphy, so this is the least of what I expected when I found out that there were going to be wlw characters. And WOW we finally know the whole story about her and Edmund--and more importantly, Gwen knows the whole story about her and Edmund. I still can’t believe we didn’t get to see her full reaction to that! Did she ask any questions? Did they still enjoy the rest of their mini-vacation? What happened?? 

What we do know is this: Gwen has been against the death penalty from the beginning, so her trying to delay the execution does not necessarily mean she’s trying to help Mildred, but, considering the situation...idk. I feel like Gwen would sympathize and because she cares about Mildred, she doesn’t want her to have to watch her brother die. Also, since there’s only two episodes left, and I know they end the season in a relationship, Gwen clearly hasn’t been too put off by this knowledge about Mildred. But the question remains: did Mildred explain all of what she’s been doing at the asylum? That she wants to free Edmund at all? That it was her trusting him to follow her plan that got Gwen shot? I doubt it.

Edmund is still so hard for me to read, and I don’t know why. He’s clearly not a sociopath, just someone filled with a lot of rage, but still the way he switches so fast from acting very menacing and tough to apparently being a romantic who doesn’t consider himself scary is...weird. It’s a lot like Mildred, too, and I’m not sure I’m a fan of this tendency in either of them. Obviously people are multifaceted, and I love characters who are badass and villainous but secretly super soft with the ones they love, but something about the way these two are written, it just doesn’t quite manage to come off as natural. Anyway, what’s more interesting is how he and Mildred differ, and how it’s clearly going to keep causing problems. Where Mildred is calculated, Edmund is impulsive; when she asserts her control, he rebels. There’s clearly been friction between them since the beginning, but after this whole mess there’s only a few ways it can play out. 

1) Mildred’s going to crack down on controlling him, and Edmund will lash out at her and run off on his own again

2) Mildred will blame him for Gwen getting hurt and decide he’s beyond helping, so she’ll let him go to the chair and he’ll escape and want revenge for her betrayal

3) Edmund will realize that he’ll never succeed on his own and want her to protect him, but their desperation over the execution date will likely lead to him ending up back on the run and being hunted because they don’t have time for a better plan

[thedivinecommaarbitrage]

Waiting for Lightning - Chp 1

I Remember Days When I Was Younger

AO3

Beauregard Lionett, junior at the University of the Cobalt Soul and star of the track team attended every 6 AM weekend practice hungover. She said it was her secret weapon. The added pain from the pounding headache gave her an edge. (And turned her on a little, though she'd only admitted that to Fjord while quite tipsy.) This morning was no different, except the women's rugby team was practicing on the indoor field the warmup track circled. Beau was mid-stretch, jamming to her tunes, and checking out the women on the field, a state of being she rather enjoyed.

Now Beau considered herself a bit of a Casanova. She had slept her way through most of the girls on the track team, and the soccer team, and half the sorority girls she partied with if she was being honest. So, she was sizing up the rugby team, looking for her next one-night stand when she saw the most striking woman.

Running drills across the field was a Norse goddess. A tall, muscular woman with hair that went from black to white tied back in a loose mess of braids. Beau couldn't see her eyes from this distance, but she had dark makeup all smudged around them. Beau could appreciate that aesthetic since she normally sported day old, messy eyeliner. The mystery woman also had a blue line inked from her lower lip down her chin and neck. Beau bit her lip wondering how far down that line went. Beau was so caught up in ogling the woman that she didn't notice Dairon was behind her until they smacked the backside of her head.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Lionett, and get on the track. It's time for training, not drooling over the other athletes." The assistant coach was already walking away before Beau could react.

"Hey! My head's here in the game, Dairon. I know what I'm doing. I'm the best for a reason, okay. Lay off for a minute, will ya?" Beau said as she stood up and jogged after her coach. Dairon had taken an interest in Beau during her freshman season on the team. They were a total hardass, and Beau would never admit it, but she would have washed out without their help. "I'll do my laps, okay. You don't have to tell me twice." And she took off before Dairon could continue telling her off.

Beau ran her laps, with her music turned up loud enough to compete with the sound of blood pumping in her head. Right now, it was Joan Jett. She kept stealing glances at that woman as she played on the field. Beau didn't know much about rugby, but she could still tell that the woman was good. She hadn't ever had the ball, but she had made successful tackles against most of the players who had possession of the ball. That woman was all muscle and ferocity, taking down opponents left and right. It was really fucking hot.

Unfortunately, the rugby team's practice ended before the track team's. Beau watched the woman quietly gather up her things and head to the locker rooms, not talking with any of the other players. Surprisingly, off the field, the woman seemed demure and reserved, compared to the powerhouse she was on the field. Beau only focused back in on her laps once the woman was fully out of sight.

“Lionett,” Dairon called to Beau as she walked away from the track at the end of practice. “Meet me at 10:00 in the practice room for more training. It’s been awhile, and I’m worried you’ve gotten rusty.” They turned on their heel and marched away before Beau could respond.

“Great, yes, Dairon, that fits perfectly in my schedule. Thanks for asking. You’re such a considerate coach.” Beau said to Dairon’s retreating back. She sighed and continued on to the locker room. She was already feeling the laps in her legs and more training with Dairon would just hurt more.

 When Dairon had first taken an interest in Beau, she had been rather angry and troubled. She was getting into fights with her teammates and was close to being kicked off the team before they stepped in. Dairon had taken her to a small practice room and said, “Take a swing. Try and hit me. Take your anger out here, off the field.” So, Beau took a wild swing. Dairon easily sidestepped, so fast Beau didn’t even notice, and then followed up with a slap to the side of Beau’s head. “You’re sloppy, directionless. You need discipline and order. Again.” Beau swung out again, and Dairon raised their hand in an effortless block. “Better, but you’re still miles away. Try again.” Beau yelled in frustration. Why was her coach doing this? She closed her eyes and breathed out through her nose and took one more wild swing. To her surprise, this one connected with something soft, and she felt a small crack. Beau opened her eyes to see Darion staring back at her in shock, blood gushing from their nose.

“Oh my god, did I break your nose? Fuck, that’s cool. Ah, I mean, shit, fuck. Are you gonna kick me off the team?” Beau’s sudden joy at landing a blow on her coach was crushed as she remembered the reality. She had punched a school official, fuck.

Dairon lightly touched the side of their nose and laughed. “That was good. A little wild, but when you focused, and let your anger slide away, you connected. You have potential, Lionett. And no, I’m not going to kick you off the team. I’m going to teach you to fight, properly, with restraint and focus.”

Beau stood there, shocked. Fighting training? All she had wanted as a kid was for her dad to enroll her in karate or any martial arts, but he had refused on account of it being improper for a girl to learn to fight. “Really? What, that’s so cool! I can’t wait to punch things so good. This is gonna be sick,” Beau said, looking at her fists. She already felt so much cooler.

“It’s not something ‘cool’ or something to be taken lightly. You need control and composure if you’re going to be successful on the team. It’s about discipline. Remember that, Beauregard.” Dairon opened the door to the practice room. “Every day after practice, we will meet for another hour, and you will learn. Now, get out of here.” With that Dairon turned on their heel and walked off down the hall. Beau was left standing, still in shock, feeling like her world had been shifted.

 Beau slammed the door to her dorm open and tossed her gym bag in the general direction of her closet. "Morning, Jessie!" She called as she strode across the room to flip down in her roommate's bean bag.

"Beau, why do you have to be so loud? It's the morning. It's time for sleeping. Do you even sleep, Beau?" Her roommate, Jester, groaned as she rolled away from Beau.

"But, Jess, I brought pastries." Beau held up the paper bag, emblazoned with the emblem of The Slayer's Cake, the most popular bakery in Zadash.

"Pastries?" Jester squealed and snatched the bag out of Beau's hand before leaping back onto her bed. "Beau, you're the best roommate ever. Thank you!" She rummaged through the bag. "And you got my favorite blueberry muffins? You really are the best."

 Ah, it was nothing really. The on-campus store is in between here and the track." It really wasn't, but Beau loved making Jester happy. She was the best friend that Beau had ever had. (Though she would punch out anyone who accused her of being soft like that.) “Come on, eat your sweets, I’ve got to meet Dairon again in a couple hours and we have to study with Fjord before then.”

 Beau had met her wild roommate on move in day freshman year. She'd driven herself to school in her shitty, old Toyota Camry because her parents couldn't be bothered to give a shit about their only kid leaving for college. Her brother was born less than a year later, and Beau stopped wondering why they never gave a shit about her anymore. She had finally made it to her dorm to find a bubbly, little blue tiefling decorating one side of the room in pink, frilly things, and a tall, buff minotaur standing guard, arms folded. “Hey, ummm, I’m Beau. Your roommate, I guess.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Jester. And this is Bluud. He’s harmless. Bluud, get out of her way, so she can unpack. I can’t wait to be the best of friends. I’m an art major. What are you studying?” The tiefling, Jester, bombarded her with even more questions while they set up their room and ran out to get more supplies at the local Target. Beau was sure she was going to hate Jester, but after a few hours, they were good friends. And by the time they went to bed, Jester declared them to be best friends forever. They had been roommates ever since, so for now, Jester’s declaration was holding true. Beau couldn’t picture anyone else putting up with her shit, and no one else could handle Jester’s specific brand of wild.

 “Hey, Jess, I saw this cool chick at track this morning. She was practicing with the rugby team, and I’ve never seen her before. She had this really goth look with black and white hair and a chin tattoo. Have you seen her?” Beau began changing out of her running clothes into a different cut off t-shirt and sweats.

“Oh, I think you’re talking about Molly’s new roommate. She just moved here from another school; I think. Her name is Yasha. I saw her briefly when I was at Molly’s last weekend.” Jester turned back to her vanity to finish putting on her makeup for the day. “She didn’t really talk, but yeah she looks really cool and really strong. Did you see her arms? Like, so nice.”

“Yeah, she was a powerhouse on the field,” Beau turned away from Jester to hide her excited expression. Jester knew who she was, and she was Molly’s friend. Beau and Molly may not always get along, but they still hung out with the same people. Beau would have a chance to meet her, to meet Yasha, then. “Yasha…” Beau murmured. The name was beautiful and strangely fitting for the woman she had watched on the practice field. Beau blushed as she thought about her. Beau was going to talk to her. Get her number. Maybe even court her. That last thought made her laugh; Beau hadn’t ever courted anyone. But that muscular, goth woman made her want to try, and Beau would try anything at least once.

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

Caught In Between 12. The Necklace

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 07.14.20

Word count: 1.6k

Based off: 03x04 “Disturbing Behavior”

Masterlist

After Rebekah had seemingly looked everywhere for her necklace and for it to be found nowhere. We all head back to the condo that Klaus had rented out. The next morning I’m woken up by Klaus.

“Morning, love,” Klaus says sitting on my bed as I roll over groggily.

“What are you doing in my bed?!” I ask jumping up.

“Relax. Rebekah wants to go shopping for some era-appropriate clothing,” Klaus says still sitting on my bed.

“Is there ever any day where I don’t have to follow you around?” I ask sitting up.

“Are you still keeping that promise?” Klaus asks.

“Ugh,” I get up and start to rustle through my clothes in the dresser. “Ummm… could I have a bit of privacy?” I ask annoyed.

“I mean its nothing I haven’t seen already, love. But sure. We’re leaving in 10,” Klaus explains before heading out of my room.

After I finish getting ready we head out into the city. We spend the next few hours looking around some shops but clearly at nothing Rebekah liked. One of the last shops we visited was clearly out of my league considering they were serving champagne.

“There has to be more to this dress,” Rebekah says from the dressing room.

“There’s not,” Klaus responds.

“So women in the 21st-century dress like prostitutes, then. You know I got dirty looks for wearing trousers,” Rebakah states.

“You wore trousers so women toady could wear nothing,” Klaus says.

“Klaus. Rebekah, you look amazing,” I compliment her.

“And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident.” Rebekah disregards your compliment.

“It’s dance music,” Stefan explains.

“You would dance to this?” She asks Stefan.

“Are we done?” Klaus asks his sister clearly impatient.

“And why are you so grumpy?” Rebekah asks making her way over to him.

“Because you’re taking up all of his precious time,” I state.

“I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing. You’re necklace and you lost it.” Klaus explains.

“I didn’t lose it. It’s just been missing for 90 years. So what do you think?” She asks making a small twirl.

“I like it,” Stefan responds and only gets an annoyed look from Rebekah. “What? I said I like it.” Stefan restates.

“I can always tell when you’re lying, Stefan,” Rebekah states walking back into the dressing room. Stefan looks at Klaus and I confused.

“Nice one, good work,” Klaus says clearly annoyed that this trip is gonna take longer.

“You’re the one that pulled the dagger out of her,” Stefan states as Rebekah states that she heard him.

“Well, I for one. Am grateful another woman will be here. I’m sick of all the testosterone,” I point out my opinion.

“All right. I’m going to get some fresh air,” Stefan says standing up.

You and Klaus sit in silence for a while until Rebekah comes out in another dress, “Ok, that one is cute,” I tell her.

“I am kind of feeling this one,” She responds. We wait a bit longer as Rebekah continues to try dresses on. She clearly didn’t find anything she liked so we made our way to another store, where she found some clothes she’d wear. We all, except Stefan, who seemingly disappeared, made our way back to Gloria’s bar. 

Klaus has Gloria try to do a tacking spell on Rebekah’s necklace. It takes a few minutes, Klaus continues to drink waiting for it to come up. Stefan finally makes his way back to the bar.

“You left us,” Rebekah states sitting atop the bar.

“Yeah sorry. Retail therapy was making my head explode,” Stefan responds.

“Tell me about it,” Klaus responds annoyed.

“What’s she doing?” Stefan asks looking at Gloria.

“She’s failing,” Klaus states as I shoot a look over to Klaus.

“It’s hard to find something when you don’t have anything to go on,” Gloria states.

“So use me. I only wore it for a thousand years,”  Rebekah offers getting off the counter.

“See now this one offers a solution. Alright, give me your hand sweetheart.” Gloria says as Rebekah makes her way over.

“She’s, uh, she’s looking for the necklace, huh?” Stefan asks as I notice the slight shift in his voice a bit.

After a few moments of Gloria holding Rebekah’s hand, she reveals that she feels something. She starts to chant as we wait for more information. “I found it,” She reveals.

“So where is it?” Rebekah asks.

“It doesn’t work like that, doll. I get images. There’s a girl with her friends,” Gloria starts to explain.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends, If I don’t get my necklace back,” Rebekah says getting restless.

“Well, I’ll have to dive back in to get the details,” Gloria explains.

“So dive,” Klaus demands.

“I need more time,” Gloria states. “And space. You’re harshing my ju-ju” She says as Klaus makes his way to her.

“We can wait,”

“I’m sure you can. But that’s not what I asked.” Gloria states.

“Hey. Hey, you know, why don’t we come back later. I’m hungry anyway. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan suggests, trying to break the tension. With no audible words, we all head out of the bar.

We head back to the warehouse, “Stay here, love. We’ll be right back,” Klaus says.

“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I say sitting down on a table. I spend the few hours they were gone looking around at what else there was stored. I tried to get to the coffins, maybe wake Elijah up but unfortunately, Klaus was smart enough to leave some of his minions.

The three vampires make their way back with three girls in tow. I find a spot in the warehouse away from them, not really wanting to be around them. But Klaus seemingly didn’t want me out of his sight, so he kept me in sight.

“My girl’s dead. I’m bored.” Rebekah states sitting atop a box.

“You weren’t kidding about being hungry,” Klaus states pulling away from his girl.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day,” Stefan responds.

“Try being related to her,” Klaus says back.

“You’re being mean. And why are you being mean? You used to love me.” Rebekah asks.

“It’s been 90 years, Rebekah. Give him a minute,” Klaus defends.

“Why are you taking his side?” Rebekah asks clearly getting upset.

“Because, dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn’t give you what you want.” Klaus states.

“Will you stop making me out to be a brat? I am not a brat!” Rebekah says upset.

“A thousand years of life says otherwise,” Klaus says dismissively.

“Well, I for one take pity on you for having to deal with him,” I say making my way over and gesturing to Klaus.

“Thank you!” Rebekah says laughing.

“I need to go,” Stefan says tossing the body to the side and getting up.

“Where’s he going?” Rebekah asks.

“To write a name on a wall. It’s a long story,” Klaus replies.

“Anyways, if you’re still hungry. You can feed on me,” I offer my wrist to Rebekah.

“No, absolutely not,” Klaus states.

“Just don’t kill me,” I tell her dismissing Klaus as she sinks her fangs into me. She feeds for a few minutes before lifting her mouth from my wrist and wiping her mouth.

“So, I’m curious where did Nik pick you up from? And an odd question but, why are you still alive?” Rebekah asks me.

“Athena--” Klaus starts.

“Ah,” I stop him. “I like to classify myself as his little pet.” I flash my amber eyes at her as she looks at me a little shocked. “But. I’m also keeping a promise to your other brother, Elijah,” I state as she looks at me a bit confused. 

“Athena is a Dumont wolf, one of the last as far as I know. Unless you’re holding something back.” Klaus says looking over to me.

“Which makes me his little pet. And how would I know if there were any of my family left after being fostered?” I ask upset, but Klaus just shrugs at me.

“Ok. If I’m not mistaken. There’s something you guys aren’t telling me,” Rebekah states clearly picking up on the tension.

“There’s noth--” I start. 

“Athena and I may have been involved with each other a few years ago,” Klaus states making almost googly eyes at me.

“I’m keeping a promise to Elijah. I’m keeping a promise to Elijah.” I whisper under my breath as I get up to find somewhere else to be. After a few hours, Klaus goes to check on Gloria. I spend time just playing games on my phone.

Klaus finally walks back into the warehouse, “Gloria’s gone. She’s cleared out. We need to find a new witch immediately. What’s going on?” Klaus announces making his way into the warehouse. I make my way over to the group not wanting to be left out of the details.

“Something’s wrong. He was asking about Michael. He’s not with us Nik. I can see it. Which makes me question you, Athena.” Rebekah explains.

“There’s no reason to doubt Athena’s loyalty. I know it. But you, Stefan. On the other hand,” Klaus says.

“She’s wrong,” Stefan defends himself. “Klaus…” Stefan asks before Klaus rushes him snapping his neck.

“Klaus,” I say but he just shoots me a look.

“We’re leaving,” Klaus says picking up Stefan’s limp body. 

“Where are we going?” I ask as we make our way to the moving truck parked outside.

“Home,” He responds, referring to Mystic Falls, setting Stefan’s body down and telling his minions to move the coffins.

A/N: So clearly I was able to finish this part haha. But honestly, this was just a filler and boring tbh. I’m sorry if this part is bad, i really didn’t know what I was doing with it. I also had nooooo clue what to title this. Anyways. Thanks for reading!

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[jasonbehrs]

i wanna read every word, chapter 2

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met?” “Uh, do you mean like we’ve-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I’ve-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?” “Ummm, more like I’ve-read-their-poems-and-sure-they’re-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile.” “… That’s oddly specific.”

fandom: kpop, super junior characters: eunhyuk, ryeowook; guest appearances by the rest of sj-m and yesung ship: eunwook genre: romantic comedy themes: alternate endings, strangers to lovers, handwriting, identity reveal setting: college chapter: 2/4 word count: 5.2k

read it below or on ffnet, aff, wattpad

A/N (6.6.2021): Welcome to the next installment folks! Some clarifying things:

- This is the first of two alternate endings to the story, which answers the question, 'What if Ryeowook finds out first?'

- I got some interesting reviews/PMs about the last chapter? Eunhyuk isn't pining after Yesung or anything, and I didn't mean to indicate that would be an aspect of the story. If you were looking forward to it, I'll be disappointing you today haha. Feel free to let me know how much you hate me in a review ;)

Also, today would have been my grandmother's 102nd birthday, so I'm dedicating this chapter to her since she always loved seeing me write. Love you, Nanay!

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He and Hyukjae haven't hung out alone before, but he's sure this won't be awkward. Their only real link may have just been Yesung, but Hyukjae successfully ingrained himself into their entire friend group in the short weeks since they first met. Besides, even if Hyukjae weren't so willing to help him with his twisted scavenger hunt for love, Ryeowook thinks he'd like to hang out with him some time anyway. He's grown to like Hyukjae, really.

At least, that's what he tells himself when he turns the corner and sees Hyukjae sitting alone on a bench in the quad with his legs crossed, a laptop over one knee and an open notebook on the other, waiting for him to arrive.

Ryeowook takes a breath to steel his nerves then heads over to plop himself right next to the other. He doesn't say anything and takes out his own work instead. They don't have to start with the crush thing.

"Ah, my favourite person under 5'2". How do you do?" Hyukjae snarks without pausing his typing.

In response, Ryeowook uses a single finger to tip Hyukjae's notebook onto the ground without remorse.

"Ya!" Hyukjae picks up his notebook and slaps Ryeowook with it.

On the downswing, Ryeowook freezes.

"Oh shit, did I hit you that hard? Sorry, I didn't mean to," Hyukjae hurriedly apologises, but that's not it at all.

Ryeowook had caught a glimpse of the notes hurriedly scrawled across the open book. He would recognise that handwriting anywhere.

"Why don't we get started then," Hyukjae offers uneasily, eyeing how Ryeowook's stance hadn't relaxed yet. "Um, did you bring a copy of one of the notes like we discussed?"

Of course he did. Ryeowook was so excited to be one step closer to identifying the person behind the song lyrics that took up as much space in his brain as his Food Sciences lecture notes, he had brought the whole ass scrapbook with him, eager to show off his favourites to a new and willing audience.

But now, Ryeowook is panicking. He found the object of his affections much sooner than for which he was ready; and said object is sitting right next to him, staring at him expectantly and eager to help.

Not letting himself think it through, Ryeowook rummages through his bag looking for viable scraps of paper. There is no way he is going to hand Hyukjae's own work to him, so he makes do with what he's got.

He bypasses the lyric samples he actually prepared for today's meeting and found ones of his own making which he had intended to recycle weeks ago but never got around to. He silently thanks himself for this terrible habit as he frantically smooths out the small squares of paper before handing them to Hyukjae.

The other raises his eyebrows as he reads through the papers. "Damn, I was hoping that maybe one of these things had even a little similarity to an assignment we've heard so far, but no dice."

Ryeowook nods, affecting understanding disappointment even as he privately rejoices.

"Do you mind if I keep these? I can, like, surreptitiously check people's notebooks during group assignments," he offers with a laugh. "Pearl blue sticky notes can't be that common in a class of 50, right?''

Ryeowook smiles, wide and fake. "Fingers crossed!"

~Even though we're making awkward conversation, it's clear that we're happy to be together.~

Thus proceeds their search for Poem Person. (The gender-neutral nickname Mi had come up with stuck even after Hyukjae revealed those were not actually poems being left behind. Alliterative nicknames are just so catchy.)

"Okay, what if we tie a balloon to your chair and hope Poem Person likes balloons enough to take it with them around campus?" "No way, they won't take it." "How could you possibly be so sure?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae coming up with ridiculous plots.

"Trust me. They curl their lowercase L's." "I'm gonna let this go, but I want you to know that makes zero sense."

Plots which Ryeowook foils with equally ridiculous reasoning.

"''We might have never known each other, but we crossed faraway paths and came together. We crossed the distance of a stranger that's farther away than space.' Huh, not bad." "You think so?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae asking to read more of the scraps that Ryeowook collects, partially so Hyukjae can make fun of him, but mostly so that he has more clues.

"Yeah. I mean, it doesn't help me at all, but your man's got a way with words. I wonder why he doesn't submit any of the stuff you've shown me for class. It's worth critiquing."

An ask which forces Ryeowook to wrack his brain for passable imitations of song-lyrics-that-could-be-mistakenly-construed-as-poems and to get used to writing with his nondominant hand.

"Pass. Pass. Pass. Pass." "Really? You're passing on Park Hyungsik?"

Today, neither of them are feeling very motivated, so Hyukjae pulls up the Facebook profiles of his classmates and let Ryeowook play smash or pass because "it's fun to hear strangers' opinions on people you know."

"Oh, absolutely. Does that guy look like he cares where he dots his i's and j's? Hard pass," Ryeowook maintains.

Hyukjae shakes his head in amazement as he pulls back his phone. "You'll meet him one day, and you'll regret this moment; mark my words. Hyungsik is universally loved. Honestly, I'm not convinced yet Poem Person isn't him. He fits basically all of your criteria."

Ryeowook has to actively smother a knowing smirk. "What a shame."

He didn't come clean to Hyukjae in the quad that day because he panicked. Ryeowook was not mentally ready to meet the object of his affections so soon, much more confess, so he acted on impulse to buy himself some time.

Once he had it, he got curious.

It's no secret that Ryeowook had built up an idea of what Poem Person is like. The lyrics provided some insight, of course; but most of his intuition came from the handwriting itself. From what he could see, Poem Person was supposed to be intensely passionate, excitingly impulsive, and almost sickeningly romantic.

"Okay, how about this guy?" Hyukjae asks as he passes his phone over again.

Ryeowook takes one look at the screen and snorts. "Very funny. Pass."

The app is opened to a photo of Hyukjae himself posed unnaturally on a couch wearing a forward-facing snapback perched atop his head and an awkward half-smile, and Ryeowook refuses to look at it any longer before he does something he'll regret, like coo affectionately.

"Pass!?" Hyukjae repeats with mock-incredulity. "Don't you think he looks charming and witty and oh-so-loveable?"

Ryeowook indeed had a lot of thoughts about what Poem Person would look like, and 'charming,' 'witty,' and 'oh-so-loveable' have indeed flitted through his mind. Actually, Ryeowook finds that Hyukjae and Poem Person aren't altogether dissimilar.

Hyukjae is passionate about his craft, to be sure, but it doesn't occupy every one of his waking moments like Ryeowook expected. He is as much of a romantic as the next person is, but really Hyukjae is poetic, a distinction Ryeowook learns and appreciates very early on. Hyukjae is a little too thoughtful to be so impulsive, but his quick wit and ability to do/say/become whatever a situation calls for more than fulfill the quota for chaos that underlay Ryeowook's original supposition.

So yes, Ryeowook is withholding the truth so that he can slot the person he made up in his head into the person Hyukjae is, but it's been worth it.

"He looks like a brat and like his feet smell." "YAH! My shoes don't breathe!" "Get better shoes, then." "Give me the money, then." "Get a job, then." "That's not fair! Helping you find Poem Person is basically my part-time job!" "Consider it more of an unpaid internship."

Before Hyukjae takes his turn to volley back, his phone rings in his hand.

"Ah, as much fun as this was, I gotta go. I have a mini-showcase coming up, and I've been slacking on rehearsals." He shakes his phone towards Ryeowook, and the latter could see an alarm screen that reads "get your dumb ass to the gulliver center!"

Ryeowook's heart beats a noticeable thump thump all of a sudden. "Can I come with?"

"S-sure," Hyukjae says, shocked by the offer. "But why?"

That's a great question. For now, he says, "Because your internship is getting in the way of your studies, and I feel bad," but later, he'll know it's because he didn't want his time with Hyukjae to end so soon.

A grateful grin spreads across Hyukjae's face, and Ryeowook will add that onto his list of reasons later as well. "An audience is always welcome."

In no time, Hyukjae is in a practise room in the athletic center stretching his limbs every which way while Ryeowook watches as intently as possible while feigning interest in literally anything else in the room.

The bass-heavy noise music that Hyukjae puts on startles his attention back onto the dancer, and Ryeowook can no longer hide how blatantly he stares.

Hyukjae moves through the choreography so fluidly it almost looks lazy. He goes from jagged angles and harsh lines to sinewy curves and rolling waves to strong stomps and high jumps with no hesitation. He plays with the rhythm of the music, and he makes full use of the space available to him. Ryeowook is barely processing one impressive move when Hyukjae executes another one; and before he knows it, the performance is over.

"So," Hyukjae pants, "what'd ya think?"

"It's…" Jaw-dropping. Powerful. Hot. "… impressive," Ryeowook says at last.

Hyukjae smiles tightly. "Thanks. It actually needs a bit of work for the showcase, but I don't think the routine is all too shabby."

Ryeowook watches as Hyukjae watches himself through the mirror, redoing parts of the choreography over and over again at different tempos just to fine-tune his movements, and he can't help but feel like Hyukjae needed more from him.

"Um, I wonder if maybe it's lacking emotion?"

All movement halts. "What?"

Ryeowook didn't mean to say that; but now that it's out, he finds himself needing to continue. "You move well, um, obviously," he gestures awkwardly to Hyukjae's person, fighting a blush. "It looks physically difficult, sure, but what is it that you're trying to say? Like, I'm guessing you chose that song, too, right? So, why?"

Hyukjae stands in the middle of the room, arms limp by his side, and staring at Ryeowook with an unnervingly blank look on his face. Ryeowook hastily backpedals, "But hey, what do I know? I'm sure your professors will watch you and see all the nuances I can't with my untrained peon eyes. I was just… talking to talk, I guess."

"No, but I think you have a point," Hyukjae interjects.

Ryeowook perks up. "I do?"

"Yeah, like… I was so focused on trying to show what I can do with something only I could do, but that means basically nothing when any one of my classmates could learn my routine with only a week of practise. The only way I would be able to stand out is from whatever I put into it, but you made me realise I didn't put anything into it." He plops on the floor, eyebrows furrowed in consternation.

Ryeowook shakes his head adamantly. "No, no! There's clearly something there! You just need to, like, bring it out more. You have that whole idea—that this is something only you can do. You can take that, morph your routine into a testament to your need to prove yourself. Start with some trepidation, throw some desperation in the middle, and end with triumph. Honestly, I think I saw a little bit of that in your performance already. Maybe it was an accident, but now, just… do it on purpose."

"'Do it on purpose,'" Hyukjae repeats to himself. His head is down, so Ryeowook can't immediately tell what he thinks of the idea. He's ready to apologise again, even offer to go home so that Hyukjae can concentrate better, but then Hyukjae raises his head. "Alright, let me give that a try."

His eyes are filled with will and determination. Ryeowook, of all people, put those there.

He sits back and watches Hyukjae rehearse his routine over and over again, getting better and more evocative each time.

The Hyukjae before him is not a Hyukjae Ryeowook would have been able to guess based on his handwriting and lyrics alone.

Ryeowook knows basically nothing about dancing; but over the past few weeks, he's really come to know Hyukjae. He's noticed how the other is prone to express himself through movement, like when he accentuates his stories with body language and physical reenactments. It belies a comfort and confidence with his body and what it can do with which Ryeowook could never empathise. It's a subtle thing, but impactful nevertheless.

He smothers it down because he doesn't want to give Hyukjae the wrong idea, but he wants to laugh.

Only he could fall for a dancer's words first before anything else, and only he could fall for the same person twice.

~Where should I start? When should I say it? Darling, our seconds, our minutes together were beautiful.~

"Ryeowook, why haven't you asked to see my handwriting yet?"

"What?"

They had commandeered a study room in the library, but honestly neither of them are making a lot of headway in their respective assignments. Ryeowook didn't want anything to do with Organic Chemistry, but this conversation is making him reconsider his previous stance.

"Isn't that what you're into? Trying to infer people's personalities based on their handwriting?"

"I'm not into it. It just happened."

"Okay, sure, but aren't you, like, good at it now? Read mine! Tell me what it says about me."

Ryeowook, desperate to squash this idea immediately, blurts out. "It… It won't work!"

"Why not?" Hyukjae pouts.

Ryeowook scrambles. "Because I know you already. Yeah. I'll see and interpret things in a way that confirms what I already know."

Hyukjae eyebrows furrow in what Ryeowook can presume is consternation. "Sorry," he offers feebly.

Some more time passes, and Ryeowook makes mild progress on his O-Chem work, before Hyukjae speaks up again. "So if you can't do me, can you do my friend?" he asks with an excited tone that makes Ryeowook wary.

"I do not want to do your friend." You, however…

"NO! I mean: can you interpret my friend's handwriting? Here. He left it at my place last time we studied together."

Hyukjae's smirk radiates smug self-satisfaction, and with one look at the paper, Ryeowook understands why. He actively controls every muscle in his body to prevent the facepalm that's threatening to break loose.

He has to give Hyukjae props, though. If Ryeowook weren't already so intimately acquainted with the handwriting on the page before him, the other's ploy could have worked.

Regardless, he still finds himself in the position he was trying to avoid in the first place.

All the best lies are based in truth, right? "So I can tell your friend has a very high-stress major. The handwriting is cramped and small, like he can't waste a single stroke or else he'll miss something he needs to write down. Ah, see how he doesn't fully cross his t's and dot his i's? He thinks he'll be able to read his own handwriting later. He probably has decent memory or just has a lot of faith in himself."

Hyukjae nods with an impressed frown. "Huh, not bad."

It would be so, so easy to stop there, but Ryeowook can't. He loves Hyukjae's handwriting too much. "And look here," he points excitedly to a cross-out near the center of the page. "He could cross out his mistakes with a single line or a little squiggle, but he completely blocks it out instead. It suggests he has more confidence with the obvious; but really, I think he needs the reminder. Like, 'Yeah, I made a mistake. I'll move on, but I won't let myself forget. That way I don't do it again.'"

A moment later, Ryeowook realises with a jolt that he had been holding and smiling at the scrap paper a little too tenderly. He whips his head up in embarrassment, an explanation-slash-apology at the tip of his tongue, but Hyukjae doesn't seem to notice.

In fact, Hyukjae has been silent the whole time. Ryeowook chuckles awkwardly. "Am I right?"

"Huh?" Hyukjae intones as he's brought out of his reverie. Ryeowook thinks he sees something in his eyes when their gazes meet, but Hyukjae blinks and it's gone. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?"

"I was wondering if I was right. About your 'friend,'" Ryeowook reminds, air quotes clear in his tone.

Hyukjae shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. "I think you're more right than even he's ready to admit," he says with a hand at the back of his neck and a sardonic quirk of his lips.

The sight causes an unexplainable swell of affection within Ryeowook, and he turns away. "He can take his time," he assures, eyes trained on his textbook even though he can't read a damn thing.

Hyukjae nods his thanks and turns back to his homework, but Ryeowook doesn't feel right letting it end here.

"Hey, wanna give my handwriting a try?"

~You always lift your head to look up at me. I want to take my big hands and cup your small cheeks.~

Next time they're meant to hang out, it's the weekend; and Hyukjae texts him to meet him at Bomnal.

"Both of us were here just two days ago, and we have to be here again in two days. Don't we spend enough time in Bomnal as it is?" Ryeowook complains as soon as he enters the atrium of the academic building.

"Think of it like a field trip. Come on, Wook," Hyukjae says as he leads them to the second floor lecture hall.

"Pretty sure field trips are meant to take us out of the classroom, but sure, whatever," Ryeowook grumbles as he follows along.

He's testy. He knows it, but he can't help it.

This is the first time both of them will be in Bomnal 235 at once. It feels like a turning point, like he's going to learn something today whether he wants to or not. He wonders if Hyukjae feels the same sense of impending that he does, or maybe it's just worse for him because he's in love.

As soon as they open the doors, the automatic lights flick on and douse the room with a very awake yellow.

"So… where do you normally sit?" Hyukjae asks as he motions to the empty seats before them.

Ryeowook freezes. Now that it's upon him, he can definitively identify this as the thing he was anxious about.

What if he tells the truth, Hyukjae realises Poem Person is him, and he feels awkward about it? Their comfortable but still-very-new friendship would evaporate on the spot, and Ryeowook won't have him in any capacity, much more a romantic one.

So, in another impeccable display of judgement, he decides to lie again.

"Oh, you know… I change it up," he mildly comments as he moves to somewhere near the middle of the first row. He sits down and gives an unassuming grin to his friend, who makes a face. "You're one of those people? Haven't you heard of the same seats code of conduct? You fed me some crap about curling L's when really it's your fault the balloon trick wouldn't have worked," Hyukjae jokes in that way where he's completely serious but is phrasing it with humour.

Ryeowook feels a genuine, fond grin spread across his face before he can help it, and he quickly ducks his head. "Why are we here, again?" he asks instead of dwelling on the validating comfort of being known.

"Why not?" Hyukjae asks as he moves to sit down. "This is the place it all began, right? Might as well."

Ryeowook, for his part, only stares.

Hyukjae went up to a seat in the rear right quadrant of the lecture hall. Ryeowok's own, real seat is directly in front of where the other is sitting. That can't be a coincidence.

"Um, I'm guessing that's where you sit?" he asks as casually as possible.

"Huh? Oh! Haha, yeah. It's funny, I didn't even think of sitting anywhere else. My feet just automatically guided me here."

"So funny," Ryeowook squeaks out.

"Yeah, my friend in the class actually used to sit with me, but it became very apparent very quickly that we would never get anything done if we did, so he moved down there." Hyukjae points with his foot to Ryeowook's seat, and Ryeowook's breath hitches in his throat. "Sometimes when I'm bored, I just can't help but throw stuff onto his desk just to annoy him." Hyukjae mimes a free throw shot towards the desk and smiles.

Well, if there were any doubt before in Ryeowook's mind that Hyukjae was Poem Person, it has summarily been erased.

Ryeowook hums but says nothing else, letting a companionable silence stretch between them as he acknowledges the warmth that settles into his chest when he confirms with himself that yes, he is glad that Hyukjae is Poem Person.

"Why are you helping me?" he asks, curious and without judgement. The abrupt question startles the other out of whatever reverie he had settled into during their respite, but Hyukjae bounces back quickly, as he always does.

"You know, I had to figure that answer out myself," Hyukjae answers with a laugh. He leans back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, staring out at the empty lecture hall. "I told you I would at first because it was obvious that I was the only one in a position to actually help. It wasn't even an option in my mind that I wouldn't… But even after my sense of obligation ran out, I wanted to keep going.

"You're cool, Ryeowook. You're fun to be around, you're sassy, you're down to try anything once. You're totally comfortable being yourself, and your 'self' is crazy. Like, who else trusts in their gut enough that this person you're chasing after is worth the effort? Who else would go to the lengths to which you're willing to go just to meet him? Honestly, I think that's pretty awesome. I don't know if I could have that same confidence you do."

He tilts his head towards Ryeowook then and gives a close-lipped, self-convinced smile. "If anyone's gonna find love based on a few scraps of paper and a dream, it's gonna be you."

Ryeowook nods mutely. He hopes the distance between them is enough to disguise the blush on his cheeks.

Hyukjae faces forward again. "If I think about it, I guess I'm being selfish, too. I want to believe a love like that is possible; and if I help you find him, I'll get to see it happen for myself… I really hope this guy is worth it, Ryeowook. I think it would break my heart as much as yours if he weren't."

He is, though. He's so worth it. "Me too."

~Longing is a beautiful pain I thought I could endure.~

Ryeowook walks out of the campus mail room, and life couldn't get better.

He just picked up a care package his mom sent him; he got a 94 on his last Nutrition Essentials quiz; and Hyukjae loves the new low-fat, protein-enhanced strawberry scones recipe he tried out yesterday.

Speaking of whom, he thinks this whole Poem Person plot is going to wrap up soon. The last time they must have actually worked on a strategy to find out who Poem Person was, like, two weeks ago at least; and Ryeowook's glad he can stop pretending he has any interest anymore.

Their friendship has wholly evolved beyond the point of needing a project to work on in order to spend time with each other anyway. Why pine after a fictitious man when he has a whole Hyukjae right there, who buys him coffee lattes simply because he's Hyukjae's dongsaeng and who helps him study for his quizzes even when Hyukjae himself is stressed.

Ryeowook tells himself that with some more time, the whole mystery will just fade into an inside joke between the two of them, a white whale they can reminisce about when they're sipping soju and reminiscing… preferably cuddled on a couch and with his head on Hyukaje's shoulder.

However, his friend group did not get the memo.

"So, uh. What happened to Poem Person?" Henry asks one weekend while everyone is at Ryeo-Mi's apartment.

"Shut up!" Kyuhyun admonishes with a slap to the back of Henry's head. "Ryeowook hasn't annoyed us with that in weeks. Aren't you grateful?!"

"I actually am very curious about what happened there. Weren't you and Hyukjae supposed to find him together?" Yesung asks.

"The gen—" "Maybe I'm manifesting, Mi! Ever think of that?"

Ryeowook cuts in before Mi's feelings get even more hurt. "Yeah, we were, but honestly I've kinda given up on the whole thing."

He expects some shock, but he couldn't have predicted who would be the most affected. "You're just gonna give up on finding love!?" Mi despairs.

"Actually, the potential for a romantic relationship was never confirmed," Henry quips. Yesung gives Henry a high-five.

"It was just a little crush," Ryeowook defends. "I've moved past it, as I was bound to do eventually." He says this last part to Kyuhyun, who he knows was the most annoyed with his actions back then.

"'Eventually' doesn't end in time for finals week, Wook," Kyuhyun retorts.

"Well, now you never have to worry about it, Hyun."

"Is love dead?" Mi desponds aloud, but no one pays him any mind.

Ryeowook pats his roommate's shoulders in a half-hearted attempt at consolation. If Mi turns out to be the only casualty in this whole ordeal, Ryeowook will count this as a win.

What he doesn't count on is the fact that Hyukjae would invariably hear about it.

"Is it true?" Hyukjae corners him after Ryeowook picks up his order from the on-campus cafe.

"You know, I don't think so. I think she's just Henry's accompanist for rehearsals," Ryeowook responds genuinely, certain that the latest gossip about Henry's potentially secret girlfriend is what Hyukjae must have been referring to.

"What? No!" Hyukjae stops in confusion but stomps after Ryeowook once he gets his bearings back. "No, I heard that you gave up on finding him, that you gave up a while ago. Is it true?"

Ryeowook hesitates to sit down at the open table he found, and Hyukjae's entire posture seizes in betrayal. "Alright, got it," Hyukjae says with an edge to his tone. "Do me a favour, yeah? Never talk to me ever again."

"Wait!" Ryeowook calls once Hyukjae turns on his heel and storms off. "Hyukjae, wait!" He pays no mind to the fact that he's abandoning his belongings as he chases Hyukjae outside. "I get that you're angry, but don't you think this is a little much?"

He reaches out for Hyukjae's upper arm, but the other immediately shrugs it off. Ryeowook flinches and retreats slightly. Despite the other's obvious fury, Hyukjae is stopped in place and seems willing to actually talk to him, and Ryeowook holds onto that hope instead.

"No, actually," Hyukjae sneers. "I think this is the perfect amount of much when you find out your best friend has been wasting your time for who knows how long!"

Of all the things Hyukjae could have said in that moment, Ryeowook didn't expect that reaction at all. It stings more than he expects, cuts through his defensiveness; and despite his position in the situation, he can't help but need comfort. "What do you mean?" he asks in a confused, desperate voice.

"What do I mean?" Hyukjae repeats exasperatedly. "Ryeowook, we spent weeks together trying to figure out how to get you your dream guy! We never even got anywhere, and, and… And it's all because of you! You shot down basically every one of my ideas practically from the beginning, even after I told you how much it would personally mean to me. That is, like, the textbook definition of a waste of time!"

"You weren't having fun?"

"What?" Hyukjae demands incredulously.

"All that time we spent together," Ryeowook clarifies as he steadfastly meets Hyukjae's angry gaze. "You didn't have fun?"

Hyukjae is silent, and his body posture screams obstinate defiance, but his eyes remain trained on Ryeowook.

"You didn't come to look forward to spending time with me? You didn't spend your free time thinking of ways to make me laugh?"

Hyukjae rolls his eyes. "So what? What does any of that mean when you were just stringing me along? You… you weren't even using me!?" he exclaims, voice rising in a hysterical question. "That was literally the whole basis of our friendship, and you couldn't even do that? Like, what could you have possibly gained from lying to my face like that for all this time?"

Ryeowook gives a watery smile at the non-answer and looks down at his fingers fidgeting together. "I did, too," he says in a voice so quiet it was like he intended to keep that to himself.

It's silent for a long time after that admission. Hyukjae's lividness has dissipated, and he is only left with a disappointment so painful he doesn't want to dwell on it any further. He moves to leave Ryeowook alone outside of the cafe, but Ryeowook's voice stops him.

"W-What did you say?" Hyukjae asks with apprehension.

Ryeowook ignores the tears falling from his eyes as he repeats himself. "I'm in a rush to catch you, but you're in a hurry to leave. Should I just surrender? Now we're like an old and worn notebook filled with scribbles."

Hyukjae simply stares, and Ryeowook takes that as his cue to keep going. "Take your beautiful smile with you. Don't leave it here. You saw me with tears in my eyes."

By heart,

"I was a selfish man, but my life is divided into before and after I knew you."

Ryeowook recites lyric,

"When I first saw you, it felt like a miracle."

after lyric,

"I'm thinking of you more today. I wonder how tomorrow morning will be. Will I miss you more than I do today?"

after lyric;

"I'm honest because I don't know lies before love."

and before he knows it,

"I'd place my feelings on the thawing snow. I'd hang my wish on a disappearing star, but only if you ask me to."

Hyukjae is within arm's reach.

"It's me?" Hyukjae whispers into the scant centimetres between them. "It's really me?" he asks again when Ryeowook had simply nodded.

Ryeowook can't even help it when he recites, "Even when you ask me again, for me, it's only you." with a breathy laugh as he shyly looks away.

Hyukjae moves to gently hold Ryeowook's hand. "And you're okay with that?"

Ryeowook wants to laugh and melt and cry and run away, but instead he settles for an earnest nod and a hesitant smile. "Are you?"

Hyukjae answers him with a kiss, and it feels like a dazzling melody.

~Together, we can make all our unfulfilled dreams come true.~

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189171035414/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes are almost over ya’ll~! AH! I can’t friggin’ wait!! Ah I forgot to mention that the reader her, a.k.a you and us are a BIT on the chubby side here.

Summary: You make the ultimate decision to go shopping with all of your classmates.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc or Aphrodite...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO…

“(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. “Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

NOW…

“Oh! S-Sure of course…” But Izuku didn’t turn you down, he always came to you if you needed something, so he politely told his friends he’d be back as you gestured him to follow you out of the classroom. He couldn’t lie though; he was nervous and hoping that it wasn’t anything bad or alarming…

“Y-You wanted to talk to me (Y/N)?” He asked you politely as you nodded and sighed heavily, no stuttering, just tell him. “Uh… I-I uh…” Yet there you were, hearing only your heart from your chest as your face turned hot.

“U-Uhhh…”

STOP STUTTERING!

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?” You mumbled EXTREMELY quietly, and of course Izuku couldn’t hear you, he didn’t have super senses after all.

“I’m sorry?”

Dammit…

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?!” You raised your voice a tad bit, loud enough for him to hear at least as you closed your eyes, no way you couldn’t bear to see another guy reject you again. Except you just didn’t see how RED his face turned, and how fast it did as you heard him gasp out loud in absolute shock…

“H-H-H-Huh?! W-Wha…?! M-M-Me…?!” He was a stuttering mess, worse than you in fact as he was absolutely flabbergasted and you quickly opened your eyes to see. Oh my God the poor thing, you were almost worried that your question was going to sink in and kill him like cobra venom.

“A-Are you…? W-What uh…? I-I uh… d-did… a-are y-y-you you…?”

Poor Izuku lost the ability to form sentences, hell he could barely even speak at this point and you were both concerned and charmed by how endearingly befuddled he was. But despite how flustered he was, Izuku ALMOST looked a bit skeptical and even looked over his shoulder and every other direction to see if you were talking to someone else. But no… there was no one else, then again, who else’s name was Izuku?

“M-M-Me…?”

He pointed a very shaky finger at himself, wondering if you were really talking to him, him! Him?! Could you even see him? Were you just a figment of his imagination? There’s no way… he didn’t get asked out to dances! Let alone dates!

And there’s no way someone as cool as you would ever ask out a loser like him. One For All or not, you were still out of his league.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle a bit, oh my God he really was cuter than an otter in a swimming pool.

“Yeah you.”

This felt just like 16 Candles and that was a classic movie in your mind, and then the more you thought about it, and the more you saw those hopeful, lovely green eyes of his, the more you realized that you wanted to have that 16 Candles kind of thing with Izuku.

He was always there for you, even when you were at your lowest and couldn’t even repay the favor. This time you would do that and go out with him and take him to that dance. If anything, he deserved to be at that dance more than anyone else did because he was the nicest guy you’ve ever met. “M-Me…? Y-You… y-you’re asking me… o-out t-to the… d-dance…?” Izuku was still in disbelief, but slowly starting to believe it because you wouldn’t deceive him like that.

Although he remembered the last time there was a school dance, he thought for a moment that you were going to maybe ask him out. But he was a little boy back then with big dreams, he was grown up now and thought more realistically. Except the big dreams of that little boy was… coming true? Like every other big dream he’s had has slowly been coming true.

Now his best girl-friend was asking him out to the dance.

“Yes! Yes I want to ask you out to the dance dork, that’s why I’m asking, I want to go with you to the dance, so… do you wanna go…? Or…” You resisted the urge to laugh as Izuku blushed even darker, and without even thinking he exclaimed, almost emotionally, “YES I DO!”

The one time he didn’t really have much of a filter, he just said ‘yes’. Because back then he hoped you would ask him out, and one year later it was actually happening. He wanted to go to the dance with you.

Your (E/C) eyes widened and you somewhat loudly gasped. Then reality came crashing down on you as you grinned widely, excitedly but nervously. You were going to the dance with someone…

“G-Guh-Guh-Great! I-I uh… that is awesome…! I am uh… we’re going to the dance~…!” Shaking your fists excitedly you forced that smile to stay on as Izuku looked just as, if not MORE nervous than you as his smile was equally wide, nervous and forced when it dawned on him…

He really had someone to go to the dance with…

“Hee-hee okey dokey! Wow…! That went better than I thought…! S-So uh…”

“Uhh….”

Oh God now neither of you could even talk to each other without stuttering like dorks, but you didn’t want to make this whole thing weird so you started talking again. Somehow…

“It’s in 2 days… so I uh… I will get ready until then… I guess I will… like meet up with you…?” You wondered outloud since this was completely new to you. You could cite everything from Game of Thrones and other things you loved, but you didn’t know the first thing about how dances and dates worked.

“O-Oh, yeah…! I-I will too…! I can… I uh will… be there at the dorms, a-and wait for you…” He knew almost everything about heroes, but absolute zero on what to do for dates or being asked out to a dance. Movies didn’t count, but dammit it was all he could remember whenever he watched those embarrassingly sweet romcoms with his mom.

The guy waits for the girl and then he takes her to the dancefloor? Is that how it worked? He would stick with that…

“Awesome! Hehe… well uh… I look forward to it Izuku…” You were still nervous, but genuinely excited as you meant what you said and you were glad that Izuku’s nerves softened a little bit and he seemed really happy. “M-Me too (Y/N)… I… I can’t wait…” He was excited, extremely excited but also… extremely nervous once the two of you went back into class and to your seats, with the heavy blush on both your cheeks which made nearly anyone who was paying attention, curious.

Hagakure knew though, judging by how shy and flustered you and Izuku looked she had to suppress a squeal and quietly fawn all over you both. You did it! You asked him out!!

You asked him out…

He was asked out…

Now you and Izuku were both freaking out. Oh my God he was going to need to wear his best suit and tie, maybe brush his hair and make sure he had good breath, and he couldn’t screw up the actual dancing. Oh my God what if he steps on your foot? What if he goes to the dance and later any cologne or deodorant he has wears off? What if his breath ends up smelling? What if he trips and makes a huge fool of himself and then worse, embarrass you?

Izuku wondered as he mumbled to himself anxiously much to the great concern of his friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama. “Um… Deku…” Uraraka wanted to ask what was up, especially since he looked so frantic, but the boy was lost in his own world.

And you were too as Hagakure saw how nervous you looked. Oh My God you needed to get a nice dress, and ugh you were NOT going to like getting heeled shoes but you needed to look your best. You had to shave your pits and legs, wash your hair and brush it for a change, wear deodorant and perfume and have a ton of gum for your breath. You needed to just do everything to look good and smell good. Especially smell good because hygiene was NOT exactly your strongest suit.

Yes. You were a girl and you didn’t have the greatest hygiene.

And yet that was the worst part because you actually asked a boy out to the dance and now you realized that you had a lot of work to do to make this dance a memorable one.

However…

That was Bakugo’s biggest concern and his biggest doubt. He didn’t know what the hell you talked to Deku about, but he was going to find out. He didn’t like how flushed you and him looked, but he wanted to assume and believe that one of you said something stupid and you and he got flustered since you were both giant dorks.

Still he was glaring at you, and then at Deku. He refused to even consider that maybe you or he must have talked to each other about the dance everyone was talking about. There’s no way you would ever ask him out to the dance when you couldn’t even do that for him last year, and there’s especially no way Deku could ever have the guts to ask you out.

Right?

2 HOURS LATER

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” You asked Hagakure once class was over and the two of you were walking out of the class and now you were freaking out. Except Hagakure was too excited to let you fret about it. “You asked him out! Like you said you would! You did it! And he said yes!!” She was jumping cheerfully for you, and starting to fawn over how cute it was even though it did nothing to calm you down.

“I know! He said yes! No guy’s ever told me ‘yes’ to things! That doesn’t happen to me! Things like that don’t happen to people like me! What am I gonna do?!” You exclaimed and put your hands to your head nervously, because… it was true, no guy EVER looked your way and so now that Izuku actually took up your offer to the dance you had NO idea what to do now.

“(Y/N)…” Hagakure whined a little bit, “You’re so mean to yourself… but for now you need to get yourself a nice dress! Because Midoriya said ‘yes’! He likes you! But you gotta dress up nice to show off how pretty you are!” She didn’t stop encouraging you though, if Izuku said yes then that meant he HAD to have thought you were pretty.

So why not show him that?

“Tooru I’m NOT-“

“YES! You ARE. You’re pretty (Y/N)! And you’re gonna show everyone! C’mon! Let’s go get the girls and the rest of our classmates so we can go SHOPPING~!!” She exclaimed happily and full of energy as you could only weakly smile, “Yay…” You mumbled very nervously, but that didn’t sound like the worst idea…

Maybe she was right. Maybe you could stand to look a little pretty and feel pretty, you were going to a dance after all! 

Yeah… what the hell? It was time to allow yourself to feel pretty.

“Okay! Let’s go!” You pumped your fist in the air with a grin as Hagakure whooped highly with extreme joy. 

The girls were all totally on board, much to your surprise and light nervousness and then on top of that, the rest of your classmates were happy to come too, although clearly Bakugou was the most reluctant until Kirishima and Kaminari dragged him along while he kicked and screamed at them. You almost understood why he didn’t want to go though, because frankly you didn’t really want to either. The girls were almost too enthusiastic…

It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with the other girls, you actually liked them, but you weren’t used to hanging around them altogether since you mostly hung out with either yourself, or the boys. Hell, that was made pretty clear given that Izuku and Bakugo were your closest friends. And on top of that each of them were much prettier than you, skinnier than you, cuter than you, smelt better than you, somehow made different hairstyles look better than you…

Even Hagakure, and she was your closest girl-friend, but somehow even when invisible she managed to look and have a better figure than you.

And just like that the joy you had earlier flew right out the window... a temporary burst of confidence was all it was...

“What am I doing here…?” Finally, you asked yourself once you found that you were standing outside a store full of dresses that the girls all had gone into and you just couldn’t find the motivation to take a step inside.

“Yeah. What ARE you doing here?” However, you weren’t alone and you jumped a little bit when you saw Bakugou glaring right at you and you felt blood rushing to your face.

“H-Heeeeey… Bakugo…” You hesitated with a nervous smile, because while you had been on first-name basis with Bakugo ever since you were kids, after middle school you went back to last-name basis, and it pissed him off more than it probably should have as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Answer the damn question.”

You swallowed hard at his blunt demand, and you immediately stuttered, “I uh… umm… uhhh…” And you silently cursed yourself for letting that get the better of you, you couldn’t stutter because you knew Bakugou hated that. At least that’s what you always believed because he’s mocked you for it ever since middle school, and actually he’s mocked you for it since the 4th grade.

So you paused, letting yourself regain your composure and to your surprise, the blonde showed a surprising, rare amount of patience so you could collect yourself, “I have no idea really… it… sounded like a good idea at first but then I remembered… I never liked shopping.” Sighing, you slumped your shoulders the more you realized that yeah, you were so out of your element and you couldn’t believe you were here.

Bakugo’s scoff was almost comforting because he clearly knew how you were, “Yeah no duh, you’re over all this shit, always have been, always thought it was stupid, and it is stupid. Surprised you’re not at Hot Topic, that damn place has all that dumb stuff you’re into.” He almost snickered, because he knew you, you weren’t into this shit, and you weren’t exactly a mall-rat. 

You chuckled a little bit, almost laughing because you were starting to think that maybe you should just go back home, this wasn’t going to work, “You know what? You’re actually right…” You didn’t disagree with that, Bakugo was on the ball. It actually made you smile a little bit, yes he was still a jerk, but he cared enough to at least remember some things about you apparently.

“And what did you to say to Deku?”

Now that’s what he really wanted to ask, and your eyes widened slightly and immediately your face went aflame and your pits turned into the rainforest for some reason. Why did that make you nervous? This jerk, like that was any of his business. Yet the way he glared at you was more or less his way of saying ‘I don’t care if it’s none of my business, tell me now’.

“Ah I just… asked him about the dance… I asked if he was going… and to my surprise he said ‘yes’… which like… really shocked me.” That wasn’t a TOTAL lie, it was like 50 percent true, you DID ask Izuku about the dance and you were VERY surprised that he said ‘yes’ and you blushed just thinking about it and prayed Bakugo didn’t see.

He lowly growled in slight annoyance, but he actually believed that. He was feeling PRETTY fucking confident that you didn’t ask that nerd to GO to the dance, and he figured Deku probably grew some balls to go to a dance now that he had Todoroki and those three other extras (Uraraka, Iida and Aoyama) following him. “What a loser.” He muttered a bit, even though he himself didn’t want to go to the dance but those morons he called friends were forcing him to go. And deep down he did NOT want to admit that maybe it won’t be 100 percent horrible because he’s got actual friends to go with now.

You couldn’t really say anything to that, because for some reason what confidence you had earlier was all gone as you stood quiet, “So are you going?” He asked you somewhat roughly and you perked up again, face turning red and your pits sweating even more. Man you needed to see a doctor about that…

A snicker left you, and then a small laugh as if to try and see if that would make Bakugo laugh like it did in middle school, but it didn’t this time which you thought was kinda weird. “Come on Bakugou… me? It’s like you said, I’m over all that stuff… hee-hee w-what makes you think I’d actually go to that thing? I mean… look at me.” You were being self-deprecating and that pissed him off more than he was aware of. 

“Well… I guess I’m kinda obligated to go but it’s only cuz the girls are gonna basically annoy me into going…” You added and gave a rather believable answer since he was well aware that the girls liked to lull you around with them despite the fact that you weren’t always entirely comfortable with it and you couldn’t say no to them. 

“Well don’t go if you don’t really want to stupid. Don’t let those idiots force you into going to something that’s not even your thing.” He muttered in annoyance, it’s not like he cared about you or anything. 

You weren’t as bad as Deku was, or as bad as some of the other idiots in his class. And maybe it was that damn guilt that he couldn’t quite shake off once he remembered rejecting you last year at the last dance. On top of that, you clearly weren’t confident when it came to things like this, he knew that well. You were never confident about things, which is one of the many reasons he looked down on you, and he KINDA felt bad about that too. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, because now you didn’t have any, and it showed when he had to reassure you. 

Your eyes went even wider and you were beyond surprised at Bakugo’s words. Was he trying to be nice to you? You didn’t know whether to be touched or scared of this act of kindness.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki Bakugo?” Your confused smile turned into a snicker but all this did was piss him off as he angrily yelled at you, “HAH?! What the hell’s that supposed to mean Shitty Girl?!”

“There’s my guy…” You were instantly reassured once he screamed and showed off his usual, pissy self as you sighed in relief and smiled. “Well… this has been nice and awkward, I’m just gonna go with the girls now and see if I can come up with an excuse to leave.” While it was nice knowing Bakugo actually talked to you for a little bit, you really wanted to leave this awkward situation as you walked away backwards to go into the store and wave at him.

All you could see was his annoyed sneer though as he watched you go in, “Idiot…” Bakugo muttered as he left in a huff, ALMOST a little hurt that you cut what little conversation you and he had short because you felt weird around him. He knew you did…

You knew that he knew too, but you didn’t think much of it. He was just being a little nosy and weird about this dance, and you just told yourself that maybe it’s because he really didn’t want to go either. 

And yet here you were, looking around dresses that were WAY too small for your size as you groaned a bit and looked around in hopes to find the largest size which was somehow too small too. 

“Ugh. I swear to fucking God it’s like every single dress made is for the skinny girls. Look at all these motherfuckers…” You glared at a mannequin with it’s perfect, thin body, white skin and lack of face, ergo what was deemed ‘perfect’ because it had the right, plastic body, a complete lack of hair and no face which was all men liked. Just a perfect body with nothing gross about it.

Your body was far from perfect, with plenty of body hair where it was supposed to be, your pits, your legs, your crotch, and it was gross. You were gross and you knew it, but hey being gross is being human dammit.

“I hate you.” You said to the mannequin and scoffed as you went over to the larger ladies’ clothes to try and see if there was maybe a nice dress you could get there. And you made sure to stay away from the girls who COULD shop in the sections you had just left and rolled your eyes. Maybe you should just go home…

Yeah, you were going home.

Sighing you flipped your disheveled hair and headed right towards the entrance so you could just go home, maybe see Hot Topic and hit the food court afterwards and also get something sweet at one of the stands.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where you going?!”

But you closed your eyes, groaning in annoyance when you heard Uraraka’s voice, who apparently caught you leaving and frankly you wanted to just leave but it seemed you had no choice now. “(Y/N)…!! I thought we were shopping together!!” Hagakure whined a little bit because you DID say you would go with everyone, except you didn’t think you would instantly regret it later.

Still you turned to face the girls with an awkward smile. “I’m going home. This isn’t my thing, I mean like none of these outfits fit me or anything and I just… yeah I’m gonna go okay?” You nervously put your hands in your pockets and you were getting ready to just leave. You wanted to leave.

But the girls, while they felt bad for kinda bringing you when you weren’t entirely willing, it’s also because they wanted to include you and make you feel like a part of their group. Girls looked out for each other. 

“(L/N)… wait don’t… don’t go just yet, I’m sure there are some outfits that fit you.” Yaoyorozu was going to try and make you feel better but you shook your head. “In case you missed it Yaoyorozu, not EVERY girl can have a perfect body like yours so… I doubt it…” You didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was true, you were being realistic and you felt some satisfaction when you put the smart girl in a box.

“Come on (L/N) there’s no need to be like that, don’t take that out on Yaoyorozu.” Jirou defended her friend, but at this point you were in no mood for this shit. 

“Fuck off Jirou. You don’t get it.” You coolly said to the girl who gasped in shock and looked taken aback when you prepared to leave again, “W-Wait! How about you let us help you?!” Yaoyorozu, once again, wanted to help you and admittedly… this shocked you.

You even turned your head with a surprised look on your face, “Yaoyorozu… you’re a nice girl… but… I don’t know… this…” You gestured to your body, letting some guilt show though because she was being so kind. “Is NOT easy to shop for…” 

She still smiled at you though, “Every shape is different. I myself have to find my own bras and dresses that can fit my assets.” She explained what sort of difficulties she had although you couldn’t help but think ‘you can just easily make your own though accustomed to your bust size…’

But it was nice to know that even she had her own troubles with finding clothes that fit, and it made sense. After all it was hard for you to find shirts too because not every shirt could fit those things on your chest as you smiled a bit. “Okay… here’s a challenge, think you can help me find a bra that actually fits me? Cuz I’m sure I’ve been wearing the wrong bra for YEARS…” The girls smiled and perked up when it seemed like you were in a better mood and more encouraged.

“Sure we can. I know not many of these clothes are really practical, but there’s a few that can actually fit and look good enough for your tastes.” Tsuyu said to you, frank as always as you smiled at the girls, nodding with a small scoff, “Tell me about it… okay… ladies, help me with my boobs.” You suddenly said to the girls, although your choice of words flustered Jirou but the girls looked ready to help you.

“Absolutely! Come on let’s see what we’re working with!” Ashido was the first to happily pull you in as you actually smiled a little bit and let the girls help you with your assets. It took less long than you thought as Yaoyorozu found you the perfect bra that actually fit, and for once it felt right and not just tolerable having that thing on your chest. That’s one issue taken care of.

You actually smiled when you saw the other girls apparently having trouble finding dresses too, as you each tried on a few other dresses that looked cute but weren’t quite ‘it’ for you girls. Jirou had on something cute that YOU liked but Ashido and Hagakure both shook their heads, much to her dismay. Although Yaoyorozu looked fantastic in just about anything, she and everyone else agreed that it wasn’t quite that right dress for her. 

Wow… you had a little more in common with these girls than you thought as you chuckled a bit when you looked at the bra that Yaoyorozu brought for you. You wanted to pay her back but she said there was no need for that, sweet girl… 

“And here you go (Y/N). You said that you need these?” She even gave you some bike shorts that you tried on as you nodded and happily accepted it. “That’s right! Thank you~. Because my legs chafe if I ain’t got no shorts…” You sighed a little bit, but seemed a BIT less sad about it. Yes, your legs were prone to chafing due to a little extra weight and thickness on your thighs. 

“You’re welcome!” She sweetly said as you smiled at the girl, although you didn’t find a dress yet, you were glad that the girls found you the important things you would need for BEFORE you wear a dress. And so all of you decided to go and meet the guys at the food court for lunch. 

“THANK GOD…” You threw your hands up once it was time for a lunch break, much to the girl’s amusement as they laughed with you and you grinned with them. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad as you hit the food court and waved at some of the guys that were there.

Oh there was Izuku! You happily waved at him and he instantly turned bright red as he looked away shyly, but he shakily and timidly waved back at you. God he still couldn’t believe YOU asked him out…

And then you waved at Bakugo with a bigger smile than he was used to seeing on you. What was up with you? He could only give you a sneer in return as you just giggled, classic Bakugo, never happy to see anyone. 

But you were in a good mood, and frankly you were glad to finally get some food in you. Well, more food, but still, you weren’t going to feel too bad about eating today. You gladly got whatever wasn’t recommended for you, a lot of things that weren’t healthy, fast food and even a few sweet desserts that you gladly put on the table in front of you. And you ignored all the looks other girls from other high schools were giving you when seeing the ‘fat fest’ on your tray. Bitches.

You didn’t care and the girls were actually glad you didn’t, you liked what you liked and they didn’t judge you for it. And neither did most of your closest friends either. Izuku sure didn’t, he was glad that you were eating in fact.

Sure it wasn’t the most recommended things, but that’s just how you were, and it was better than not eating. He sighed as he glanced over at you, his cheeks flushing the more he started to admire you a little bit, even as you wiped your face and burped after eating which made Hagakure and Uraraka laugh, while Jirou made a face. Izuku’s always been a little bit keen on you, but there’s no way a guy like him could ever off you what you deserved. You were amazing, unafraid in your own way, even on your lowest days he still admired you and thought you were brilliant.

“Midoriya? Are you feeling okay?” Iida asked his friend in concern when he seemed like he was distracted, again. “O-Oh! Y-Yes! I’m fine, sorry…” And Izuku quickly reassured him even though this kind of flustered him, but Aoyama and Todoroki saw through him a little bit more.

“What did (Y/N) talk to you about?” Todoroki never got to ask him after you had to talk to him in class today, and Izuku’s cheeks betrayed him by burning a bright shade of red as he shook his head, “N-Nothing really! I-It was just for homework! T-That’s all! S-She uh… j-just needed my help…” He couldn’t find it in him to tell his friends that he was asked out, because to be honest, he STILL couldn’t believe it…

Aoyama had a feeling that was the case though, he saw how flustered you both looked when you both came back into the classroom. And then he saw how you looked at Izuku often, and how he would look at you. “She’s a nice girl isn’t she? Lovely too.” Rather than asking him straight up, he instead asked Izuku if he found you pretty. The boy blushed even more as he looked down with a little smile.

‘Yeah… I think she’s awesome…’ He thought to himself as he looked over at you one more time as you took a huge sip of your drink.

“Now that’s a meal…” Kaminari chuckled when he saw how much you were eating, and he was a little bit impressed. “No kidding, why didn’t I take a tip from her?!” Kirishima was a lot less condescending about it though, he admired a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat. “I don’t think we should judge someone for what they eat…” Sero noted with a somewhat nervous smile. Despite being a healthy person, he wasn’t going to judge people for what they ate. However, Bakugo just tried to look disgusted, you never were the healthiest eater and that was a little bit gross. 

“Hey Bakugo why don’t you ask HER to the dance?” Was Kaminari’s next question since he saw him talking to you before you went into that store, but Bakugo angrily retorted, “Hell no!” He hated the way his face started to heat up at the thought. Him asking YOU to the dance? There was no way in hell that was happening, he wasn’t going to dance with you! And it’s not because he said he wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth…

That’s right he said that… man… now that he remembered that, it was harsh even for him…

“(Y/N)’s great though! She’s funny, she’s smart and she knows who she is, plus she’s cute don’t you think?” Kirishima listed off all the best points about you as he had a pretty high opinion of you and considered you an awesome friend, but all this did was make Bakugo even madder. These idiots acted like they knew you better than he did, he knew you dammit.

You WERE funny and smart, but he couldn’t find it in him to say that out loud, and he was NOT going to dance with you because dances were stupid! He always thought they were and you did too! It was stupid! Everything about this damn dance was stupid! 

“NO I DON’T!” He shouted in response, much to the light surprise of his friends because although they knew you and Bakugo have been friends for a while they didn’t exactly know the full extent of your relationship. “That’s not very cool man. (Y/N) has a pretty face.” Sero wasn’t approving of Bakugo’s attitude towards you though, he never thought that was cool. After all you never did anything to him, why was Bakugo so pissy whenever you got involved in a situation or whenever you hung out with them?

“You idiots just shut up! (Y/N) is not just a ‘pretty face’, she’s weird, gross and annoying as hell! I am NOT asking her to the stupid dance!” He exclaimed to his three friends, but all of them looked mildly shocked and a little bit appalled to hear him say such things about you. Sero even made sure that none of the girls, especially you, could hear this. Some of the other onlookers did but thankfully they were all just strangers.

“Man that’s mean…” The tallest boy shook his head, starting to wonder how you and Bakugo were even friends to begin with. “Okay… jeez… ya know it’s so NOT manly to call a girl gross dude.” Kirishima gave his friend some criticism even though the blonde just glared and growled at him. “So… does that mean I can ask her out instead?” Kaminari asked that question once the mood got a BIT too grim for his liking, and Bakugo could call you gross all he wanted, he thought you were cute.

“Don’t even think about it Dunce-Face!!” And Kaminari jumped a bit in shock when Bakugo suddenly shouted for him to NOT ask you out? “W-What?!” He fearfully exclaimed because he was confused, did Bakugo like you or not? I mean make up your mind already! 

And that’s the thing, he refused to even think that he liked you. He didn’t! He did NOT like you.

Meanwhile, you just sat at your table with your gal-pals, slurping spaghetti noodles as you looked over at Bakugo’s table and wondered what it was he was screaming about. But you shrugged and just assumed Bakugo was just being Bakugo, and you got up so you could get a refill of (S/D) your favorite soda drink. 

You watched the liquid filling your cup and at the corner of your eye you saw a familiar face, oh it was that Shinsou boy, getting his own drink to put on his tray of food. 

That’s right he was part of the class now, you realized with a small chuckle and gasped when the bubbly soda suddenly overflowed from your cup and cold liquid ran down your fingers and already got sticky, “Oh God, oh God, oh God… ugh…” Quickly you grabbed some napkins to wipe it off, and you froze when you heard an amused chuckle.

And you saw Shinsou grinning right at you, clearly he thought that was hilarious as you pouted a little bit. “I know you. You have that telekinesis quirk.” He remarked once he recalled your familiar face and you ceased your pouting. 

“Heh, that’s me.” You replied neutrally with a little smile to be polite, and he was still smirking at you and pointed to the side of his mouth, “You know you’ve got sauce on your face.” He noted as you flinched and blushed in embarrassment, “Oh… shit… is it off?” You asked as you wiped it off with the sticky napkins.

“Yeah it is.” He was nice enough to tell you that as you scoffed, “Well you got a little something under here.” You decided to be a smart aleck and point to the bags under your eyes, just to point out the bags he had under his eyes, but he rolled his eyes and didn’t cease his grin.

“What do you call those things under your eyes?” He pointed out your hypocrisy as stuck your tongue out at him, “Shopping bags…” However, you couldn’t deny that you had bags under your eyes as you sighed…

“At least you can say you did shopping?” He asked you, tone a BIT more playful though since he could sympathize with that as you laughed, “Yeah you got a point there actually… and I’m not the type who goes shopping.” You pointed out with a smile, “You could have fooled me.” His smirk turned a bit more… flirtatious? No…

“Oh shut up! Like you’re the type who shops too, I mean I love the whole ‘I just got out of bed’ hairstyle but you can’t talk shit…” You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself as Shinsou chuckled a little bit. “Okay… you got me there. But you know, you and I have the same hairstyle.” He pointed out your messy hair though, while it wasn’t wild like his, it still wasn’t really brushed and was pretty messy. 

“Bedhead twins?” You shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile as Shinsou’s smirk turned into more of a smile. As Ashido watched you and him talking, her eyes brightening a bit.

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute… 

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

She's so high High above me...

TO BE CONTINUED...

[jumukus]

A3! Event: Bridal Concerto Chapter 1-5 Translations

Translations under the cut.

Boy: << ...What is this? >>

Older Boy: << It's Jasmine. Smells good, right? >>

Boy: << Yes… It's really pretty and smells good. >>

<< Jasmine… >>

Older Boy: << Fufu. Are you that interested in that flower? If so… >>

<< ...It's done. You can take this home. >>

Boy: << Whoa… a flower bouquet…! Thank you very much! >>

Izumi: I'm back.

Citron: Welcome back!

Izumi: !?

Citron: Were you surprised, Director!? It's a great success!

Izumi: I was wondering who it was… What's that?

Citron: I drew the lottery at the shopping district and won the "fun set"! There are other things beside this one.

Izumi: There really are. Wig and tiara… these are indeed amazing prizes, though it makes you wonder what kind of concept they’re going for.

Citron: I feel like we can use this as props!

Muku: What do you want to drink, Yuki-kun? I think I’m gonna have some te--.

Citron: Please excuse me!

Muku: Huh, whoah!?

Yuki: The heck are you doing?

Muku: I was wondering who it was…!

Citron: Fufu, it's me, Citron! Shalala!

Yuki: Oh, great, now he's flipping his hair for no apparent reason. What's with that, anyway?

Izumi: That's one of the prizes he got from the lottery at the shopping district.

Muku: I see, there are other things as well, huh.

Yuki: Hmmm, a lottery, huh… But well, you look surprisingly mature in that.

Citron: I really like this thing! I'm going to continue wearing this!

Izumi: (Looks like Citron-kun’s new addiction has gotten deeper...)

Itaru: I’m home…

Izumi: Welcome back. Is it just me or do you look kind of tired?

Citron: Are you alright, Itaru?

Yuki: Did something happen?

Muku: Are you busy with work?

Itaru: Nah, actually…

Itaru: (Okay, I finished my work. Let's quickly go home and grind the event.)

(I wonder what's for dinner--.)

Togawa: Chigasaki-kun, do you have a moment?

Itaru: (...Yikes, he really has to call me now of all time.)

What is it, section chief?

Togawa: One of our regular clients is planning to hold a bigger-scale Wedding Fest this year.

I'm in charge of that project, so I was just discussing a few things with the other party, like the stage design and programme.

Itaru: (Do we do that kind of work, though…? We're a trading company.)

(But well, let's just go along with him for now.)

Oh, I see. What kind of plan is it?

Togawa: The plan right now is to exhibit all kind of bridal gowns from all around the world and invite guests from overseas…

But the truth is… the plan that the other party wanted to do the most is this one.

Itaru: This document… "Best-of-Three Bride Contest"?

Togawa: We're going to have the participants take on the role of a bride and act out three different kinds of situations.

Itaru: (Ah… So it’s like the bride version of the "Bridegroom Battle Royale" Tsuzuru and Citron participated before.)

Togawa: The other party wants to have this plan realized no matter what--.

But in order to make that happen, we need to recruit several actors to be the participants' co-stars first.

So I'm wondering whether the theater troupe you're affiliated with can lend us some help.

Itaru: ...I beg your pardon?

Togawa: If you're one of the members, I’m sure they have a pretty good line-up of actors there.

And since we can't afford to spend much money on this… would you do me a favor?

Itaru: Hmm, how should I say this… I'm very happy that you reached out to me, but I’m not the one making the decision here…

Togawa: In exchange for helping us with the contest, I'll let you be the last performers at the event. I'll try to negotiate it with the other party.

Don’t you think that will be a good PR for your troupe?

Itaru: …

Itaru: ...Well, it took longer than expected but that's about it.

Yuki: I see.

Izumi: (Come to think of it, I wonder why Itaru-san's company actively participates in a bridal event…)

Itaru: To put it simply, it's like a variety show version of etiquette proficiency test.

In accordance with the event, it looks like they want to plan something related to wedding.

Izumi: I've gotta admit being the last performers at such a large-scale event will be a good publicity…

Maybe it’s better to accept the offer.

Itaru: I knew you would say that.

I’m gonna talk this out with Sakyo-san as well.

Izumi: Thank you!

Itaru: Alright, I'm gonna change my clothes now.

Muku: Wedding Fest, huh… What a beautiful event…

Citron: Etiquette proficiency test seems fun! I'm berry interested in it!

Yuki: It should be, "very interested," you know. By the way, until when are you going to wear that wig?

Citron: Oh! I've gotten so used to wearing this I forgot to take it off!

Azuma: This sake is delicious. I feel like this is my first time trying this.

Guy: It was included in our regular package the other day.

Azuma: Oh, really? Fufu, it goes well with this snack too.

*phone buzzes*

Guy: Hm? Looks like I got a text.

...Is it from Mika?

…

Azuma: What’s the matter?

Guy: No, it’s nothing.

Azuma: ...Is that so?

Izumi: ...Therefore, we're going to act out specified situations this time around.

Itaru: Director-san, thank you for your cooperation.

Juza: OK.

Azuma: Fufu, I'm looking forward to this. It seems fun.

Itaru: There will be three actors taking the stage at the event.

Objectively speaking, I think Azuma-san and Juza are just the right men for it.

And since my section chief told me to make an appearance, I have to join you two. In the meantime, senpai ran away…

That person is hella good at evading this kind of subject.

Izumi: Then, I'd like to ask Azami-kun to handle the makeup and Citron-kun to escort the winner of the contest.

Azami: Got it.

Citron: Leave it to me!

Itaru: Then, I'd also like to ask Muku to help out as my assistant…

Muku: Okay, I understand!

Itaru: Sorry for making you do this odd-job-like things.

Muku: It’s no problem at all! I'm very interested in this festival, after all. To be able to take part in this event alone has already made me content!

Itaru: God, what an angel… So dazzling.

Juza: So proud of my cousin.

Citron: That’s my son for you!

Azami: He’s not your son, Citron-san.

Itaru: By the way, my section chief told me he had entrusted the duty to deliver the last performance to us.

Izumi: I’m going to have you all go on stage for that!

Azuma: I’m looking forward to both the Best-of-Three Contest and the performance.

Muku: Phew…

Citron: You’re under arrest! You’re under arrest!

Muku: Whoa! You surprised me right there…!

Citron: Sorry, I’ve unintentionally pretended to be Shinsegumi!

Muku: Fufu, Citron-sama looks cool as Shinsegumi!

Citron: What are you reading, Muku?

Muku: The new issue of a shojo manga! It came out just recently.

It’s a very romantic story that centers around royalty. It follows the protagonist whose fiance is actually her first love.

Citron: …

Muku: ...Citron-sama?

Citron: Oops, sorry! It’s nothing.

Muku: Speaking of which, did you decide to stop sporting that hairdo from before, Citron-sama?

Citron: That hair extension actually suits my fancy…

But since no one is surprised by that anymore, it doesn’t feel new. So I took it off.

Muku: I see.

Citron: Now that it has come to this, I’ll have someone else put that on instead. For instance…

…

Muku: ?

Izumi: I’m home.

Tsuzuru: Welcome back. Dinner’s ready.

Izumi: Thanks! Whoa, it looks tasty today too!

Citron: You’re back, Director?

Izumi: Yup, I just got back.

Citron: ...Are you prepared?

Izumi: Huh? I… I guess…? I don’t know what you’re talking about, though.

Citron: Come on!!

Muku: W-Welcome home.

Izumi: Eh!? Muku-kun…!?

Citron: Our prank was a big success!

Tsuzuru: Huh!? What’s with that?

Citron: I have Muku put on the freebies I got the other day!

Muku: On, on second thought, this is surely embarrassing…!

Citron: No, you’re fine! It looks incredibly great on you!

My addiction is never wrong!

Tsuzuru: It should be prediction, not addiction.

Izumi: You really look like a girl.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, indeed… I’ve been considering this since the inner palace play, but maybe I’ll have you take on female roles in future plays.

*bell rings*

Citron: Hm? Who came?

Izumi: Maybe a courier?

Tsuzuru: At this time? I’ll go greet them for now.

Izumi: For real, though… you look so great in this that you don’t look weird at all.

Muku: Sho-should I be happy about this…

Citron: Obviously! You’re very cute! Lemme hug you, pretty Muku!

Muku: Ci-Citron-sama…!

Izumi: (Ahaha, they sure are close.)

Tsuzuru: Hey, hold on! What on Earth are you--.

Izumi: ? Tsuzuru-kun?

*door opens*

???: ...Citronia-sama!

Izumi: !?

???: …

Citron: …

Guy: …

Izumi: Uhhh, alright, they all have left so please tell us what’s your business here…

Leila: ...My name is Leila.

Just as I mentioned earlier, I came from the Kingdom of Zahra.

I’m here to meet Citronia-sama…

Izumi: (Leila-san… is very beautiful. Furthermore, she’s really fluent in Japanese.)

Ummm, can I ask what’s your relationship with Citron-kun…?

Leila: ...I’m Citronia-sama’s fiancee.

Izumi: !?

Izumi: Fiancee!?

Guy: A fiancee candidate, to be precise.

With his status as the prince of Zahra, Citronia already had a fiancee candidate since childhood.

But both me and Citronia are pretty much clueless when it comes to details of the candidate.

I did hear from Mika that someone claiming to be Citronia’s fiancee is heading to Japan. To think that he was actually telling the truth...

Izumi: (Wow, as expected of a royal family… They do have a fiancee since childhood.)

Guy: However, Citronia is no longer in line for the throne.

I believe talks about engagement should be over as well...

Leila: It doesn't matter whether or not Citronia-sama is in line for the throne. I want to marry him.

Izumi: (She looks very determined…)

Citron: ...Sorry. I’m very happy to learn of your feelings, but I can’t marry you.

Leila: Why? I’ll do anything for you.

I’ve been attending marriage preparation class and learning a lot of subjects. I’ve also been studying your beloved Japanese, Citronia-sama.

If there are other things I need to do, I’m more than willing to do it.

Citron: ...Thank you. But still, I can’t marry you.

Leila: …

...Is the woman just now your lover, Citronia-sama?

Citron: Eh?

Izumi: Woman…

(This is just my hunch, but don’t tell me she’s referring to Muku-kun who was crossdressing…!?)

(I can’t blame her for thinking that way though, especially since Citron-kun was hugging him just now…)

Citron: ...That’s right.

Izumi: Eh--!?

Citron: ...Director.

Izumi: (...Guess he’s trying to settle this thing down for the time being.)

(Let’s see how it goes for now.)

Citron: I have a lover. Therefore, I cannot marry you.

Leila: ...I see.

Izumi: (I wonder if Leila-san accepts it. She should be giving up…)

Leila: ...YOU’RE SORELY MISTAKEN IF YOU THINK I’M GOING TO GIVE UP JUST LIKE THAT!!

Izumi: !?

Leila: I can't accept it! If it comes to this, I'd like to challenge her to a head-on battle!

Citron: Oh! She has turned into a completely different person!

Guy: She's really passionate.

Izumi: B-But how are you going to…

*door opens*

Itaru: Director-san, I wanna discuss the "Best-of-Three Bride Contest" I told you before…

...Hm? Sorry, are you in the middle of something now?

Izumi: Yes, very much!

Leila: Best-of-Three Bride Contest… That's it!

Izumi: Pardon me?

Leila: If I win against that woman in that contest… Please come back to Zahra and marry me!

Izumi: Eeeh!? That's just too unreasonable…

Itaru: What kind of development is going on here?

Leila: But if I lose… I'm going to pay an appropriate amount of money as a reward.

In addition, I won't approach Citronia-sama anymore.

Izumi: Even if you say that, there's no way we will accept--.

Leila: Let's talk about the details later. I'm going to leave this number here. Be sure to call me up.

I shall take my leave now. Excuse my intrusion.

*door closes*

Izumi: She, She's gone…

Citron: …

Izumi: And that's what happened...

Azuma: It turned into such a fuss, huh.

Azami: F-Fi.. Fiancee… are you for real?

Citron: Being popular sure is tough. Sighs…

Juza: You sure she ain't just joking?

Itaru: I don't think so. I just took a look at the participants list and her name is there.

And it looks like she's one of the overseas guests who are invited to the fest.

Izumi: That explains it, then…!

Juza: Oh, so that's why she came to visit Citron-san who's in Japan.

Azuma: Being a guest means she has quite the social status and probably an authority too--.

So it may not be impossible for her to… bring him back to Zahra.

Azami: It that really possible, though?

Izumi: Who knows…

Itaru: I heard she's an heiress of a famous corporation in Zahra.

Izumi: (That explains why she gives off the vibe of a well-educated person.)

Muku: …

Izumi: At any rate, we're going to talk with Leila-san some more in regards of the contest…

Muku: ...I'm going to do it.

Izumi: Eh?

Muku: I know there's a chance this may be nothing but a joke.

But if Citron-sama will be forcibly taken away by a group men dressed in black because I reject the challenge…

Then, we won't be able to meet again because they forbid him to get in touch with a dessicated lotus root like me…!

Azami: There's no way that would happen. And calm down.

Itaru: I think we should have senpai or someone else stay by our side in case what Muku imagined does occur.

If Muku takes on the challenge, I'll help out… So what should we do?

Juza: I'll help out too.

Citron: No problem here! I'll try my best!

Azami: Well, it's your call. You're the one involved in this, after all.

Muku: ...I'll do it.

Izumi: Got it, if that's what you want.

Azuma: It may be better not to announce that Muku is going to participate while dressing up as a woman.

Itaru: We need to come up with a fake name, then.

Citron: Let me think about it!

Azuma: Fufu, I feel like you're going to come up with an adorable and fun name.

Izumi: (Guy-san said he already contacted Leila-san, so… all we need to do now is gear up for D-day.)

(But…)

Citron: "My honey, your miso soup is so delicious today too."

Muku: "Really? Thank you."

Azami: "You always say it's delicious as long as it's mom's cooking, dad."

Citron: "It really is delicious, since you put your love in it, honey."

"Your tasteless soup that's the result of you forgetting to add seasoning, your red hot stew that is served after putting too much red peppers…"

"Your salty cake and your cookies that are as hard as stones… my sweetheart, all of them are supreme cuisine to me."

Muku: "Oh darling…"

Citron: "Back when I first tasted your cooking, I felt like an electric shock running through me. God made us find each other."

Izumi: Hey, stop stop! What's with that play!?

Citron: No, no, we're practicing properly.

Izumi: (Sighs… it's been like this for a while now. Will we be all right at the bride contest?)

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