#I genuinely thought hmm it would be so silly if after all this time of trying o convince his classmates that Fenton is Phantom
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Dimensional Shift
The Gang™ is running out of time. They've been fighting this random ghost that showed up out of nowhere. This ones really hard on Danny because he has to be extra careful not to get hit. This new ghost keeps blasting things that turn into slightly different versions of themselves. He hit a Nasty Burger bag sitting next to a trash can and when the light cleared, it said Greasy Beef. A blast hit Tuckers PDA and suddenly it was replaced with a small touch screen tablet. Around a corner, Wes held on to his camera. He wanted to get closer but this was the only place he could safely hide. As much as he wanted a better shot and loathed Fenton (or said he did) he couldn't help but remember how scared the halfa was last month when Wes accidentally got between Skulker and his prey. Once Danny knew he was ok, he reeled into him about how stupid he was for still following him around. He tried to convince Wes to stop it all but of course Wes didn't agree to that. The two landed on a nice middle ground of the idiot only showing up to a fight after Danny is already there and Staying. Hidden. Danny emphasized the last two words by poking his finger into Wes's shoulder hard enough to push him back a little.
So here he was, taking cover behind a wall so the stupid and not at all terrifying ghost kid who he hates, won't cook him later. He wanted the best shot of this fight but it was hard with the angle so he kept his camera out from behind the cover of the wall and just looked through the viewfinder. While keeping his eyes on Danny, he missed the purple blast coming right for him. His camera was suddenly surrounded in a bright light and when it was gone, he was holding a pencil and piece of paper.
Danny was fighting back with everything he had. He had gone the entire time without getting hit directly by a blast, but he was getting hit by things getting kick backed by this ghosts beams.
After Danny threw another blow at this specter, he was quickly hit by a scooter that now says Dagger. Sam and Tucker were huddled around a device using the same technology as one of the thermoses (which were discarded next to them with, what Tucker thinks is, broccoli cheddar soup spilling out of them).
"Is it ready?" Danny yells over the coms in their ears.
"Not yet! You need to distract him for a couple more minutes!" Sam yelled back, seeing Tucker still struggling with his new device. At that same time, Danny dodged yet another blow from the mysterious ghost.
Wes was trying to line up another photo, now with his phone camera. The picture won't be as good but at least it will be something. He's also not as hidden now se he can keep an eye on both ghouls in the air. He won't be losing another camera today. He snapped a shot of Danny evading yet another beam.
Danny's relief was short lived. After the beam missed him, he heard a crash from behind him and his two best friends yell. He raced towards them and landed. They were both blown backwards from the device but they were ok. As for the device, its now pieces of something he doesn't recognize.
Danny was checking on his friends when he heard a voice call his name behind him. He turned to see Wes Weston running from around a corner. Quickly after seeing that, he saw a purple light hurdling towards him. It was too close for him to react and it hit the ground directly in front of him. He got knocked back and
Wes saw Danny hit the ground hard. And what's worse is he was not getting back up. Wes began sprinting as fast as he could towards the three of them to help. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the robed spirit land and conjure another ball of light. He tried to run fast and began calling Danny's name, hoping the moron would wake up in time. He was getting closer and closer and Danny began to stir. Wes let out a breath but didn't slow down. The light in the corner of his eye grew to its apex. Wes called again. "Danny! Wake up!" And then it light was moving. Hurdling towards the defenseless group. Wes wasn't close enough to move them and, while Danny was finally awake, he wasn't aware enough to do anything. So Wes did the only other thing he could think of. The beam was getting closer and closer and Wesley Weston simply...dove in front of it.
Danny was gonna kill him for doing the exact thing he specifically asked him not to do only four weeks ago.
Danny saw the light coming for him. And then he saw the ginger idiot getting in the way. Again. His eyes widen when he realizes what's happening he immediately gets up but it's too late.
Wes feels it. The warmth surrounding him. The last thing he sees is Danny getting up with a speed he's never seen before. But he's not fast enough. The light envelopes him just like the warmth. He's flying and falling and moving and feeling. Everything is happening.
And then nothing is happening. And he's on his back. His eyes are closed. He tries to move but it hurts. Like he's been laying in the same position for a long time. He slowly peels his eyes open and he's in a room. It's a large and ornate room. With a large and extremely comfortable bed. A small clatter comes from just next to him. He looks near the bedside and sees someone crouched down. He can't see his face, but he is wearing a nice shirt with some slacks. His hair is dark and as he gets up he can see that...
It's Danny.
Danny stands up and places a mostly empty glass with a bit of water still at the bottom, back on the table.
"Danny?" Wes asks quietly, not totally sure of where exactly he is. Or how he got here. Or why Danny is dressed so nice.
The well dressed teenager finally notices that Wes is awake. "Oh. Uh. I spilled your water." He points to the glass. "Sorry." It sounded f=very insincere.
"Uh. I'll..." He looks around like he isn't super sure what to do or like he doesn't really want to be bothered with all of this. "I'll go tell your dad you're up." His dad is here? Danny begins to walk away but Wes calls for him to stop. Danny turns around. He looks a little confused.
"What happened? Where are we?" Wes finally asks.
"You're at my house?" Danny answered like is was a trick question. "You passed out during dinner so my father had someone put you in here to rest. Let me grab your dad." Danny turned around again and headed for the door. Wes took another look around the out of place room. "FentonWorks looks a lot different on the inside."
Danny stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around to look back at Wes. He just stared for a moment before asking "how do you know tha-" Suddenly a voice came from the hallway that made the tension snap. "Daniel? Is everything alright?" Both boys looked to the door where a well dressed man with gray hair pulled pack in a low ponytail appeared. Wes quickly recognized him as "Mr. Masters?" Wes asked. Danny took one more look back at Wes. The last few minutes with this guy have left him beyond confused. He started walking to the door. "He just woke up. I was just about to get his dad." Vlad pats Danny on the shoulder. "I'll retrieve him. You stay here and keep on eye on him." Vlad is about to leave but Danny stops him. "Please. I'd really rather get him." Vlad faces him very quickly and gives him a stern look. "I. Will get him." Danny holds eye contact like he is challenging him. After no change in the older man, he deflates and rolls his eyes. "Yes Father." Vlad grins a bit and ruffles the young man's hair. He walks back out if the room.
Danny takes a deep breath before facing Wes again. While he would love to ask some questions, he's not really in the mood to unpack any of the answers he might receive. When he does finally turn around back to the guy in the bed, he is met with the widest eyes he's ever seen. He could swear that Wes was on a contest for the widest jaw. "oh god, are you having a stroke?" bit instead of an answer, he was defend by the guy.
"FATHER?!"
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Oh wow did you actually finish this? I got a silly idea at like 11pm to write something about Wes getting stuck in another dimension. So I sent the next three and a half hours doing just that.
I would like to say 1. thank you for reading. 2. this is really the first story I've ever written besides like three dribbles I have on my account. So if it doesn't seem like the best writing, that's why. Or maybe I'm just a bad writer... 3. I would like to reiterate that I got the idea for this story about three and a half hours ago I thought it would be funny if Wes had to convince DANNY that Fenton is Phantom. I have spent the time since, writing. It's now almost 3am and I'm very tired. I don't know how good this is or where/if I'll go anywhere with it but it is what it is. If you really really liked it, then I might try to keep writing but I've literally never done this before so who knows!
Anywho! Thank you for sticking around and reading this. I'm gonna go to bed. Good night!
#danny phantom#Danny fenton#wes weston#sam manson#tucker foley#Vlad Masters#dp fanart#Im so sleepy eepy#I also really have to use the bathroom#But I stuck it out and held it just so you guys can read or not read my very subpar writing#you're welcome#I genuinely thought hmm it would be so silly if after all this time of trying o convince his classmates that Fenton is Phantom#That now he had to convince Danny! that Fenton is Phantom#Teehee so silly#So yeah that's what this is.#I asked reddit to help me think of a word that I couldn't remember#ten points to anyone who can find my post in the TipOfMyTongue subreddit#vlad plasmius#danny phantom fanfiction
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energetic!reader going on long rants while grumpy old man aaron just sits and listens with a small smile. he lowkey loves being able to be silent for long bits of time.
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“Mmm…you smell so heavenly,” you murmured against Aaron’s neck, curled up nicely on the couch, right by his side. His hair was still wet from the shower he had taken and you felt little drops of water falling on your cheek.
Your fingers pushed back his hair and ended up scratching his temples, causing him to close his eyes in bliss. “That’s nice,” he said.
You’d keep going forever if it meant Aaron would be happy.
“I missed you today,” you pouted. “I wish you had the same days off as me.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of your head and spoke again. “Tell me about your day.”
‘Tell me about your day.’ That was a sentence you heard from your boyfriend almost daily, whether he was right next to you like he was at that moment, or in a hotel room away from you and whispering on his phone.
You suspected it was therapeutic for him, to listen to you talk about silly things and forget about his work problems, even for a moment or two.
“Well, first of all I went on this long walk in the morning, after you left,” you said, continuing to play with his hair. “And I tried those new headphones you got me!” You shifted from your comfortable position and sat on your knees in excitement. “They’re perfect.”
He smiled softly, and reached out for your face. His thumb stroked your cheek, gently, for a few seconds and then his hand was back on his lap.
“And then, on my way home, I went to this little coffee shop that I showed you last week I wanted to try. And the barista drew a little heart on my cup, how cute is that?”
Aaron chuckled, softly. “Very cute, honey.”
“Then I made lunch and watched TV for like two hours,” you laughed. “I liked being lazy.”
“You deserve it,” he answered.
“But then I got all motivated!”
“Oh?” he raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah! I cleaned out our closet. All your ties are organized by color now, so it’s easier for you to choose one every morning! Same with your suits and shirts."
"That's very thoughtful, baby."
"I stole some of your old sweatshirts, I hope you don't mind," you said acting guilty with your palm covering your mouth.
"I don't," he smiled.
"Then Jessica called and we facetimed for about an hour. Jack is so excited to come home tomorrow. He said he has some new projects to show us! Something, about Spider-man, apparently. I know, shocking," you said, laughing at your own joke.
Aaron joined you with a more quiet laughter, but genuine anyway.
“What else?" you paused, thinking. "Oh! Earlier in the evening I started reading this story.”
“What is it about?” he asked, always happy to hear about your interests. You adored him for it.
“It’s about this girl…she’s dating a really sweet guy, but then she falls for his older brother. It’s like a love triangle.”
“With two brothers?” he asked, intrigued.
“I know. But the older one is hot, so I kind of don’t blame her,” you giggled.
“Hmm…” he said.
“It’s only because he reminds me of you” you said, and pressed little kisses against his jaw.
He grinned and his hands went to your sides, bringing you to his lap and soon you were straddling him.
“Come here,” he whispered and you leaned in giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Make my world so beautiful.”
You got flustered at his words and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you, Aaron. I’m happy to have you back home.”
“I’m happy to have you here waiting for me, my love.”
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𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩 .ᐟˎˊ˗
📞 ; “left twix or right twix?”
𖹭 : like-a-big-brother!sungchan x afab!reader x partner in crime!wonbin
💭 wherein wonbin chose you to be his ride or die and sungchan, well he just loved sharing his twix with you.
⤷ contains: fluff, cussing (very light), humor, mention of other idol
names for world building, twix lmao
⤷ warnings: none :))
⤷ wc: 8 . 4 k !!
not proofread >:)
under the cut .ᐟ ✂ - - - -
There are things in life that are just as beautiful as the twinkling lights of the city at night. Sometimes these things are salvageable, say, like a butterfly. most butterflies would live for two to four weeks, too short. That’s why with every butterfly that flew by and over the bushes of azalea outside your home, you made sure no one would come and ruin the very little time it had on this earth.
Your young self would have a daily routine of just sitting at the front porch of your house and just watching the flying critters flit their wings. To the pair of eyes that watched through their living room window, you looked lonely. You’d beg to differ though, butterflies were the closest you were gonna get to fairies, and every moment with them is fantastical at most.
The eyes that spied on you from the confines of their house would soon join you, but he would never get too close. He just stood near your lawn, not even daring to take another step.
Your conversations were of very frivolous things, you were children after all.
“What are you doing?” —he would be blunt the first time around.
“Watching the butterflies” his eyes would shift around a bit, and after some struggle, he was finally able to spot them.
At that point he could’ve said anything else at all, but his reply was very arbitrary, “I can swim very well.”
“That’s cool, I guess.”
“You should be my friend, do you wanna?”
“Mm-hmm~”
He’d learn that your name is Y/n, you lived just across the street and you went to a different school. Every day, you would be at the bus stop with your mom, sometimes it was your grandma, and he was there too but he couldn’t talk to you with the presence of an adult. You went to a different school, to his dismay, so really he could only idle around with you during those mornings at your front porch.
Overtime, he’d see you less and less at the bus stop. Instead, while he took his steps out of their house, he’d see your dad’s car taking you to school. The next morning, he finally mustered up the courage to sit next to you, and he’d ask, “Why is your uniform different? Did your school change the uniforms?”
You giggled, he seemed genuinely concerned about the sudden change. “No silly, I go to a different school now.”
And in a blink of an eye, you were away from him. He thought it was traffic’s fault that it was taking you so long to get home, but after the fourth day, he’d resort to a different excuse. She’s probably on a vacation, with lots of butterflies —it made enough sense for him to start waiting for you to show up every morning at their front porch too, until they too had to move.
At first he opposed the idea and felt particularly betrayed by his parents for hindering his quest to await your return, but after some time of staring at your deserted house, he thought maybe they were moving to where you moved, or at least close enough for him to end up at the same school as you.
Perhaps his expectations were too much of a major leap. Still, he kept his hopes up, maybe one day he’d stumble into you again.
He would walk to the bus stop a little earlier than thirty minutes before the bus arrived. He stared at the stop across the street, and he wished everyday that ‘one day’ would be today.
The day would come where he could no longer wish. Bearing only his dwindling hope, five years later he was almost running late he had to catch the second bus. Whilst he ran, he could hear bells ringing like christmas eve —a boy with black boxy glasses and a girl with a ponytail tied with a yellow silk ribbon, both on bicycles would speed past him.
He almost missed the bus again, because the yellow silk ribbon belonged to you. He would think that recognizing your face through the years of growing apart would be nothing but an impossibility, but the innocence that embellished your eyes and the lines that drew on your face when you smiled, he could recognize them like it was yesterday when he first saw you on your front porch admiring butterflies.
What he definitely couldn’t recognize was the four-eyed kid that you cycled with to the bus stop. He’d just watch since your stop was the one across from his, so every morning, he would be across the street sitting on the wait —he not only waited for the bus, but he waited for you too. He’d observed the kind of relationship that you had with that boy, and he’s admittedly grown jealous of the way he could make you laugh and how close he would be to you all the time —or at least when you were at the stop.
It’d be like that, and you’ve always thought he looked familiar, but you never really came around with who he actually was. Highschool came around, and you would never know that one kid that always hung around every after breakfast at your front porch would be your classmate.
“Can I have some? I’m really hungry.” you were eager to get a bite of something since your activities for that day were particularly tiring —in this case you eyed an unopened packet of twix bars.
“Hmm, okay.”
The chocolate was freed from its packaging, and you were expectant, and very evidently so. Your eyes followed one bar being held up, and —snap.
“Here.” —you would receive the shorter half of the right twix bar.
“Wow, thanks Jung Sungchan.” a playful smirk would play on his lips.
“You’re welcome.”
It wasn’t much, but you’d try your best to maximize the bites you would take. Three bites, and it was gone. The last bite felt like you were being snapped out of the universe, fading away into nothing and willed to the state of inexistence.
Luckily your best friend was there to save the day. And there he was, carrying two quantities of the infamous cafeteria sandwich.
With a smile, he’d hand you one of the sandwiches. You were inspecting its edibility when you asked him, “Wait, were you saving these?”
“Yeah. p.e. hit me real hard today.”
“Wow, coming from the Park Wonbin?”
He was a track runner but eventually he’d move on to join the school’s dance team. Still, he had the stamina like that of a wolf.
“Hey Wonbin, seniors told us to meet for practice.” —Sungchan is in the dance team too.
You definitely thought he was one with the typical cool guys of your high school. He’s a football varsity, and got pretty decent grades, but he was more atypical than anything really. Other than being extremely talented, he was deemed to possess a high sense of responsibility and was appointed to be a protocol officer by the supreme student government. You called him the school eagle —his eyes sealed the deal. He was such a watcher, sometimes you felt like not moving at all fearing that moving at the wrong angle for even just a few inches might get you in detention.
Somehow, though, you never got sent to detention. You weren’t a troublemaker per say, but you’ve had your fair share of late arrivals, and under cloudy weather your teacher might just announce your detainment to the whole class just because you stood from your seat a little earlier than everyone else when class was dismissed.
Sungchan was in charge of taking people to detention, but when it was time to turn in the transgressors, he’d just go on to tell you, “Meh, not really in the mood to send people in there today, besides, detention should be illegal, don’t you think?”
Now who wouldn’t agree to that? “I think so too!”
A faint chime of bells —a sigh would leave Sungchan’s lips, one you wouldn’t catch for yourself because all of your attention would lie on your best friend who rode his pure black bicycle.
“Hi Binnie!” you’d wave your hand and exclaim like a child.
“Hi Y/n-nie, I thought you got detention?” Wonbin was genuinely surprised to see you out of school, the humiliation your teacher put you through would've been enough to kick you straight into the disciplinary dungeon —students liked to call it that.
“Oh, that? Sungchan got me out, ain’t that right Channie?”
Sungchan nods at you like a puppy, with strikingly excited eyes. He finally got himself a nickname. It didn’t even matter if it sounded like Binnie that he hated hearing so much, it was from you, and that was all that mattered.
Your next stop —the bus stop. It was the same one you and Wonbin always cycled to every morning since you became each other’s ride or die, the same stop Sungchan stared into whilst he wondered if you could still remember.
Whether you remembered or not, it was certain you moved on. You were just children anyways. That swimmer kid was cute, friendly, and funny for being his outlandish self. But you couldn’t even remember his name, Susan? Sangchin? —whatever it was, he would be just another memory you’d grow apart from. Either way, you already had Wonbin.
Yet, Wonbin was so hard to love. You’ve heard it all before, never fall in love with your best friend. He was once a timid boy that wore thick frames and was a bumble-borne. You befriended him because you thought you could be that one nerdy duo since you were so nerdy. You’ve both had your handful of friends, but in the end you would end up being there for each other when outcasted from the rest. It’d be easy to say you’re attached to each other, it’s already been a good seven years of rushed bike rides and chasing each other in empty spaces. Your friendship would be the foundation for your shared felicity and solace.
The prime of your wretched feelings would root from your middle school days.
“Do I look okay?” you heard Wonbin ask from behind you.
You turned around, and it would take you a while to actually look at him because you were busy fixing —or trying to fix— his glasses which hinges went loose causing its temples to break off. “You look great.”
“You haven’t even looked yet.”
“Okay drama queen, hold up.” you set aside his poor glasses and the roll of tape you had worn on your wrist.
When you finally spared him your eyes, suddenly your glands were producing double the hormones. “Ew.” is what you’d utter, contrary to what you truly felt. Smitten, suddenly your best friend was too attractive for your eyes.
You would try to forget about that embarrassing moment —embarrassing for it was one-sided. You’d feel mortified over your own shenanigans and the fact that he never even knew you did karate with the air in your room later that night by the sheer thought of him.
You’d think that was it, that it was only your man’s journey to self-discovery —but he was just so attractive when he ran the track. You are what you eat, and everyday you’d feed yourself with your delusions. Your practice of being touchy and soft with each other with your sudden upsurge of attraction for him was not a good combo at all.
Hand holding, side hugs, linking arms, resting your head on each other’s shoulder, it all used to be in your best friend etiquette, but because he couldn’t stop your heart from pumping a thousand beats per minute, there would be a shift. Boundaries were established later on, it felt just right since you were both changing and heading towards the confounding parts of your adolescence. You would be less touchy, perception growing as quickly as your bodies changed.
Now he’d let his hair grow a little longer, would occasionally get a trim to follow school regulations, and he’d get rid of his glasses, though would still have them on when he needed them. He definitely got dapper, more charming. Eventually, you wouldn’t be the only one subjected to his attraction, and he’d hold his title as a ladies’ man.
His timidity was long gone for sure, but if he were being honest, your attention was all he needed. He didn’t need, nor asked for the love notes stuck on his desk, or the letters stuffed in his locker. Still, he’d go through all of them, thinking maybe one of them might be from you.
Him catching feelings for you was an absurd idea, but every day you’ve spent with him felt like a spark, that maybe would ignite the flames of your affinity. He saw the way tables have turned —then, he used to be the one to shy away from physical contact, more than often blushing even, and of course you'd just be your enthusiastic self. Now, he was the one who’d usually initiate skinship, smiling at your inept attempts of seeming unbothered. You’d gulp and inhale thick air whenever he gave you compliments also, and in his eyes you’d be his cute, little best friend —little, because he was a few inches taller but wouldn’t want to be discredited for only being a little loftier.
Even then, your bond would only grow and it thrived with your little escapades like staying out after school till curfew, making shameless excuses to your parents that convinced them enough that you were just really studious and preferred after school till curfew group studies. For that though, you were obligated to maintain above average grades, it was hard, but it was crucial to mask your leisure.
You’re a fairly active student, the type to not feel anxious over giving the wrong answer because you believed redemption could be achieved by anyone who knew the right steps to take. School was definitely not easy, but it shouldn’t be made complicated. You’d learn to sort your priorities, separating academics from the twists and turns of your life.
“Left twix or right twix?” —school would still encompass such interesting encounters nonetheless.
It was the first time Sungchan would raise this offer, and you tittered at him for being a believer of the left twix versus right twix agenda. “There’s no difference anyways.”
He took his time, basking in your sweet, sweet laughter before he replied, “No, but just imagine—” he takes out both bars from its packaging, holding them out with both hands. “This is me—” he’d bring the left one forward a little, “—and this is Wonbin.” then the right.
Under a frolicsome mood, you wore a grin as you reached for the right twix, but he’d move it away. “Hey!”
“Wow, I’m giving you my chocolate and you still hate me.”
“It doesn’t mean I hate you, but I like Binnie more.” —way more. With a bitter smile, he gave you the right twix, but not without snapping off an inch. “Sungchan.”
“What? If i’m a full twix bar and this is Wonbin, it should at least be accurate and Wonbin’s definitely not as tall as me.” you broke into a chortle from his unserious justification.
“Wonbin is still tall though, besides, you probably want more for yourself just to spite me.”
“Untrue.” he took the piece he snapped off and held it close to your lips. “This little piece can be you then, have it.”
“Are you’re trying to say I’m just about an inch of your height?”
“More like a foot, but yeah.”
He fed you the small piece, eyes following the movement of your lips as you bit on it. “Thank you, Channie.”
There truly was no difference between the left and the right side, he just wanted to test something out, to check how likely you were to pick the left twix —to pick him.
You would wonder why he seemed to always have a packet of twix with him, and why he always hit you with the left or right question. You always answered right, and he always snapped it to the same length, giving you both pieces. You thought maybe instead of left and right, he thought of it as him and Wonbin still, like the first time he asked you. It was such a bold assumption to make, especially when you treated him like an older brother. He was waggish, not much of a prankster, but he knew how to turn a smile upside down and at the same time, he was dutiful, and caring at times needed.
It was something about him you thought you didn’t have to second guess. Well, while he did help you stay out of detention for all the times you were sent there, you figured he might’ve done that for his friends too.
“Dude, please, I can’t get detention today. I don’t have any other excuse for getting home late again.”
“Bro, you know I have to turn you in, if not I might get in trouble.”
Okay, maybe not all his friends. Overhearing their smalltalk made you think back on all the times he’s gotten you out of trouble. Shouldn’t he have been kicked from the supreme student government if he really faced any consequences for never taking you into the disciplinary dungeon?
“Hey Channie?”
Sungchan had never stood up so fast in his life. “Yes? Is there anything I could do for you?”
“Oh, no, I just wanted to ask you something, is it okay?”
“Yeah! of course, go ahead, hit me.”
“So I heard you and your friend talking the other day…” Sungchan anxiously swiped his tongue over his top lip as he waited for you to continue speaking. “Did I get you in trouble for saving me from detention?”
He profusely shook his head and would briskly reply, “No, not at all. Don’t you worry about it.”
You kept your eyes locked with his, and you’d furrow your brows and squint your eyes in jest, displacing your doubt with a playful scowl. His eyes would widen in the slightest bit, chuckling at your mien.
“You know I always got your back.” —he meant it as a sign that you’d hopefully pick up on, but you learned to just not question his sweet gestures, all the big and all the small.
But from that day forth, you haven’t gotten detention, not even a single warning. Sungchan wouldn’t acknowledge your efforts till one the day you would be waiting for the early morning bus beside him, and you weren’t with your best friend like you usually were.
“Y/n, you’re early today. Where’s Wonbin?”
“Still asleep probably. I already told him I wanted to go to school early, but he didn’t meet me at the exit street.” you yawned, carefully ridding the water in your eyes with your fingers. “I waited for him there for thirty minutes, but I just went ahead. Can’t miss the first bus.”
Sungchan blinked a couple of times, trying to process what he was hearing. The morning haze was quite strong, and it was getting to his head. If she chose to not wait for him, she wanted to ride the bus with me, right? —his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of you clearing your throat.
“How about you? you seem pretty early too.” your query had left him flustered for a second.
Truth be told, he would come that early in the morning to wait for you, and unfortunately for Wonbin too. However, in all of those mornings, you’d assume he had just gotten there like you have, and for that, he deserves an oscar. Though, there were mornings where he wouldn’t he wouldn’t be there, it was the days you got detention for arriving late at school. Sungchan could take the risk, but would rather not get himself in any trouble as a part of the student government.
“I ate some good breakfast today so I was in the mood to go to school a little earlier.” He sounded convincing enough, so you’d just shrug your shoulders.
The first bus was less full, with one or two vacant seats left at the back, and you sat next to him somewhere in the middle. Before you were sat though, he would place a hand on top of your head, anchoring you where you stood and rushing past you —and you thought he did that so he could have the window seat to himself, but instead he got himself settled on the aisle seat, giving the seat next to him a little tap, signaling you to sit down.
“You’re unbelievable.” your words came out in an exhale as you sat down, struggling a bit because his lanky legs were in the way.
“And you're just so cute!” he’d do that thing where he’d shake his head, pointing a pout at you.
His supposedly teasing little gesture would cause your mouth to fall open, just enough to express the cringe you caught from his tomfoolery. “Ew, what the hell.”
“What?” he’d laugh at you —quietly, for the sake of paying respect to the other people in the bus— and for a second, would wear a smirk on his face, “But seriously, you’re really cute, you know.”
Your brows would lift itself along with the dilation of your eyes. He did sound genuine, but it was just a sheer compliment, one you didn’t hear often, but still, you took it as words he pulled out of the kindness of his heart.
That day, Wonbin got to school eight minutes late.
“Sorry, I forgot we were supposed to be early today.” he’d tell you during lunch time, barely having touched his food.
“It’s okay, be sorry to yourself. You’re being sent to detention today —eat your food Binnie.” you watched his hasty movements, taking a bite out of his already lukewarm food. “You should practice being early too.”
“Is that why you wanted to be early?” he’d reply as soon as he got the food down his throat. “Sungchan kept you out of detention, didn’t he?”
“Yeah but, he might get in loads of trouble if he kept covering for others.”
Wonbin only nods. “I guess I better be careful then.”
When Sungchan took him to that horrid room, he’d reflect on —not his actions, but rather, Sungchan’s. Wonbin could tell that he stuck around you often, so often that there was no way you couldn’t discern his mellow doting, but you didn’t notice at all, did you? And from the very conversation you had with Wonbin at the cafeteria, he’d conclude that maybe, you like —or at least was starting to like Sungchan as well, he took it as if you were only staying out of trouble just for Sungchan.
But there’s no way, Wonbin had only ever seen you with a rosey shade on your cheeks when you were with him, him and not Sungchan. He would be awakened from his nap by the detention monitor, and he would wake up with a new purpose. Like track and field, he was determined to stretch himself far enough to be able to reach you, to earn you once he pushed through the finish line tape.
For the next following days, he’d wake up before the chickens could cluck, and he got to the exit street first and waited for you. He kept up the routine, even when he was tired from p.e. or dance practice the previous day, he’d greet you with a sheepish grin like he was telling you that he beat you to being the proficient early bird.
When it had all started, Sungchan was utterly bewildered —but even more let down, but he’d never show it, to you especially. He had no reason to feel perplexed even, you saying that you waited for Wonbin the previous day on which he failed to show up should’ve been a hint that the four eyed kid —now not so four eyed— would stick around. For a while you would think he was excited to see Wonbin because he got more fired up, fired up in a positive way it seemed.
Little did you know, they’d softly scoff after one of them spoke. Now they were sure of their competition, and you would be oblivious of it all. Fortunately for Wonbin, you still had heart eyes for him, which Sungchan would catch up to quickly. He’d try to contest it by helping you with anything and everything, humorous pick-up lines evolving into actual and genuine compliments, and when he had the chance, he would approach you when he sensed the gloominess in your demeanor and turn your frown upside down. If there was anything that didn’t change, it was of course, the never-ending left twix or right twix query.
“Left twix or right twix?” he held the half-opened packet to your face.
Without sparing him an answer, you’d snatch the right twix. Sungchan’s bittersweet chuckle subsided quickly when you snapped the bar yourself, popping the shorter piece into your mouth first. “You never run out of twix bars huh?”
But he was surely running out of time. Perhaps his practice of splitting the bar in uneven lengths was foreshadowing, if you and Wonbin came from the same twix bar that he split up, that would mean you two are each other’s halves. Stupid —he felt stupid in love.
He had a twix bar and a dream, but Wonbin had you close already. Besides, what could a split bar of chocolate do? Everytime Wonbin saw that pathetic excuse of a conversation being pulled out of Sungchan’s bag, he made sure to bring you a nice and cold bottle of honey ice tea to wash down the sugars. It was your favorite too, now how could a twix bar ever compare to that?
Their antics would persist with time, still no one made any substantial efforts. And by the time you were in your senior year, you would think the two have just gotten closer, but with that they’d confront each other —prom night hung by a thread, and it was getting close.
“What’s your plan? gonna pull out a giant twix bar?” sickly was all it sounded to Sungchan.
“I already asked her. She said yes.” Wonbin’s assertive facade would break when he heard the certitude in Sungchan’s voice.
“She did?”
“Yeah, funny I used a twix bar too.”
A quick and defeated exhale would fall off of Wonbin’s lips that would soon display a weak smile, “Good for you.” he had lost races before, practically got used to the feeling, because he knew there was always room for improvement, and that there would be another race for him to win.
However, this race would have him limping. He does admit he was a little careless sometimes, still giving away his time to talk to a previous admirer before politely rejecting them, it wasn’t for a long time, it lasted for a good two days, but after those two days, it would take a while for Wonbin to win back your laughter —a while being a little over a week. For a minute he thought you were bound to grow apart by the end of highschool, but he’d almost go crazy over your shy glances and the slight stutter in your voice whenever he said something out of the best friend zone.
“You should’ve joined the school band, or the choir.” he says moments after he voiced out to you his concerns for college.
You sat up, lifting your head from his shoulder to answer him. “I considered, but I got too... scared.”
“How about this, promise me you’d be more open to showing off your talent to people —I know you love to sing, you’d love it even more when you realize through others how wonderful you actually are.” his hand would slowly move close to yours. “Performing might help you love yourself in some way.”
“Okay, okay, I promise.” you held out your pinky, and he’d intertwine his own with it.
“You have a beautiful voice. So, so beautiful.” you weren’t certain if he had intended for you to hear the last part, as it would be a little faint, but you heard it.
In a hospital, you’d be close to the state of losing life just by how rapid your heartbeat was going and how hot you were, matching the crimson spread across your face. Wonbin kept your pinkies intertwined, who knows, that might be the last one you’d have.
Prom night inched closer, and closer, and a week before you were growing anxious. Then news would fly by of a lucky girl, so lucky that she got Park Wonbin to ask her out to prom.
Let’s just say, you weren’t lucky at all. Devastating, heart wrenching, you had used every word in your mind’s dictionary to describe how you felt, at that point you couldn’t really run to your best friend to cry when he was the sole reason for your heartache, so to whom do you go to?
You sniffled, expelling a weak laughter through your stuffy nose before you’d say, “I want the left one.”
“Really? why?”
“Cause he left—” sniffle, “—he left me.”
Sungchan was only now realizing just how much you actually liked Wonbin. His guilt would arise, and he would look back on the moment he had deceived Wonbin to believing he already had you as his prom date when he hadn't even composed a proper plan to ask you out.
“Take it.” He gave you both bars.
“Do you not want any?”
“No, I want you to have it.”
You ate your heart away, tears dissolving into nothingness once you’ve had a sweet bite of his succor. Sungchan offered you his water bottle, and it was half full of warm lemonade. You’d never expect him to carry around a bottle of hot lemonade, still you’d drink it. It was perfectly tart and sweet, like comfort in a cup. Soon enough, you were feeling a bit more lively and somehow felt like you needed to pop him a question.
“Who’s the lucky girl you’re taking to prom?”
You were flustered to hear him laugh a bit as he spoke, “I don’t have one, actually.”
“Wait, really? not even one of the girls who held up those big signs that said ‘marry me jung sungchan’ in your football matches?”
“I’d only take a girl I actually like. I don’t want to pretend to be enjoying myself around someone I’m not familiar with.”
You didn’t know what was in the air that day, but for a while you’d glance out the window, there was a butterfly —you used to love them so much, as a kid you’d always be there to accompany them, it was his fault you’d grow out of it —that little boy. Your glee that was once those tiny fairy-like creatures soon took the form of that little boy, but why were you suddenly just reminiscing about that childhood crush you had? it wasn’t like you’d meet him again, he could be an olympic swimmer for all you know.
“I wanna be your lucky girl.” six small words were enough to make a mess of the big guy that he is.
The next thing you knew, he was picking you up from your house. “Shit.” he’d only seen a glimpse of you through your living room window but he was already fumbling, sweaty palms and all. And when you finally stepped out of the door, all eleven organ systems in his body would start malfunctioning. You were even more beautiful than those azaleas or the garden butterflies that flew over them. He was so lost in your grace that you had to snap him out of it.
“These looked like the ones we had back at my childhood home. They’re beautiful Chan, thank you.” you held the bouquet close enough to get a whiff of its scent.
They were azaleas, other than butterflies, it was these flowers that reminded him of you. Did he know what flowers they were the first time he saw them? no, but did he remember its appearance clearly enough for him to spot it within an array of several other flowers? Well of course he did.
“They remind me of you.”
“Wait, really? how?”
He wanted to say it —I used to swim very well— but for some reason, he held back. “Cause you’re beautiful, Y/n.”
It was the first time you’d actually feel your face heat up because of his compliments. However, this one sounded different, and soon you were shying away from his gaze, trying to hide the ridiculous color spreading throughout your face.
That night, you saw Wonbin with his date. For a while, you’d convince yourself that you were in the stage of acceptance, it was time to let go. But then, your efforts of avoiding him were vanquished, he only seemed to be appearing in your sight more and more throughout the night. He looked so… happy, happy like he was with you, but you were a couple meters apart, only giving each other abrupt glances.
The night would end, with your eyes brimmed with tears, face to face with Wonbin at the back of the gymnasium where no one else could see.
“I like you Wonbin.” was not what he expected at all.
He was already shaken by your watery eyes when you had asked him to talk for a while. “But, why’d you say yes to Sungchan?”
“Because you had already asked Lia out.” and I thought you would ask me —you could only finish it in your head, too afraid that you might just be going crazy.
“Wait, Sungchan told me you already were his date before I asked Lia.”
Suddenly, your tears would dry up. Your brows furrowed, feeling a great sense of betrayal. “I wasn’t. He's only my date now because he didn’t have a date either.” your voice became a little more stable, your anguish diminishing, and in its place would surface, the feeling of being misled.
“Y/n, I liked you too.” Wonbin, for a short while, would look out into the lights of the gymnasium that seeped through the ajar door.
Lia was waiting for him. While he had his moments of sorrow, he’d be by himself, and he’d find that she, a beam of sunlight, gave him enough motivation to look a little farther into the future. His feelings for you, while it did linger, would eventually dwindle from the thought that maybe you had been more fond of Sungchan after all. Now that it was refuted, all he really felt was confusion. His worries would lie with you, but mostly it was for the girl who he had told to wait for him, the one he had already made promises to.
“Let’s stay best friends, yeah?”
Just a little later, you'd be back at the table where you had left Sungchan, and he was still there, his doe eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “How’d it go?”
“Why would you do that?”
He instantly knew what you were talking about, and with an anxious breath of air, he said, “Y/n, I didn’t think he’d take it seriously.”
“Seriously?”
He was being honest though, he thought Wonbin would’ve double checked with you, he thought, if Wonbin really wanted to have you as his date, he could’ve had you instead of some other girl, right?
Now, there could be a billion ways to apologize, but chose to play safe, saving his confession for some other point in time. Forgiving him wouldn’t come as easy as he thought it’d be —what a man, too sure of himself for his own good. He took his time, being extra cautious and keeping his tranquility to take care of yours. You’d be nonchalant with him, something he’d never get used to, but even then, he was the same —if not more altruistic. For a while you’d feel bad for shunning him when he gave you most of his energy every day for you to reconsider his apology. But the whole ordeal at prom night was cauterized into your soul. Wonbin would only and quite literally be your best friend forever, not even really forever.
You wouldn’t really say your friendship with him was at the verge of falling apart, but you most certainly weren’t spending as much time as you used to with him. You wished you could bring the old times back, you wished you had asked him to prom yourself. But the chances were long gone, you were already in college, still with a handful folks you’ve gone to highschool with —and the most notable of the few, Sungchan and Wonbin.
Much to your dismay, Wonbin would stray a little further from you, taking a major that was way too different from yours. Though, you made sure to make time for each other whenever you could, in the meantime, you’d have your moments with the only person you felt comfortable enough to stick by.
“Left or right?”
Your first instinct has always been to grab the right bar. “I’ll be on my way, Wonbin just texted me that he’d been in the mall since five. I’ll see you for group study tomorrow!”
You were in a hurry because it was already five-thirty. You chose the right one again, but at least you weren’t rejecting his offer anymore, unlike when you haven't forgiven him for his deception. You’ve come to terms with just letting it go, and you believed he deserved your forgiveness because he treated you so well, maybe too well even. You saw a shift in Sungchan, he was a lot more —sincere? genuine? honest?— honestly, it’s quite hard to pinpoint which one it is, but he was all that and more.
Just letting it go was a painful process, especially when you still had to maintain your friendship with the very man that pulled on your heartstrings and cut them off. After everything that went down that night, you two became evidently distant, but only for a considerable while. Getting back to bff terms just came naturally and there was no actual talk about what happened that fateful night in your old highschool’s gymnasium.
At this point, you were so close to accepting the fact that you’re only fated to meet a friend just to be a friend and nothing more if you wish to be nothing less. Maybe the best friend rule was right, maybe you should’ve been more rational.
Your movie night with Wonbin would end with him giving you a very light hug, and words that would trigger your past misgivings, “I’m meeting Lia again tomorrow, just catching up, she’s at the neighboring campus, are you free tomorrow?”
You gripped tightly on the the straps of your bag, trying to look for something, anything that could possibly affect him the same way. “I’m pretty packed tomorrow, Sungchan and I are preparing for multiple tests coming this week.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Goodluck! and tell him I said good luck too.”
His unfazed visage left a stinging in your heart. Why did he have to grow his hair out to a length that made him look so alluring when he’s choosing to act unbothered by your sly hinting? sure, he wasn’t as beautiful as a bouquet of azaleas but still, it was unfair.
“You good? you seem very down today.”
You were thankful the group study was not just a blatant last-minute excuse even though it might’ve sounded like one when you spoke it.
“Did something happen last night?” Sungchan would quickly catch up with the shift of expression on your face, so he’d add, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“I look fine, right? like, just okay?” he was taken aback with your question and your voice that just sounded so tired.
You just had your eyes on each other, after a while his eyes would move down slowly as he said to you, “I don’t know about everyone else, but I think you’re really pretty.” his eyes would shift back to yours that fluttered with his dulcet words. “I really love your eyes.”
He really did, he always have. He loved your watchful orbs that glistened against the harsh sunlight, lashes flitting with the morning breeze as your irises followed the butterflies.
That day was suddenly not so bad.
The times you’ve met with Wonbin to catch up would be a time for revelations. You’d learn that he’d made a lot of friends —quite a friend group they are, just a group of pretty and talented people. Wonbin seemed to be handed opportunities left and right, and you were happy for him, it’s just that when it was your turn to share the events of your life, you’d be empty handed, and occasionally would tell him that you’ve been busy with projects, tests and whatnot. You’d feel mortified, having him feel bad for you when everything was going well for him. Those meets would lead to gruesome mornings the following day, but luckily, Sungchan’s always there to mend you.
“Say ‘ah’” you’d part your lips, just enough for Sungchan to feed you a twix bar.
When the chocolate in your mouth was almost gone, you ask him, “Why didn’t you ask me if I wanted the left or the right one?”
“Well, did you want a specific bar?”
“Hmm, maybe? I mean, I would’ve chosen the left bar.”
It wouldn’t take you a while to familiarize yourself with Sungchan —him and his everything, his routine, his favorite things, his little habits, his comforting patterns, he was unlike any other guy you’ve met despite him appearing to be on the surface. He’d give you a sense of hope every time you felt like closing your eyes and falling into an eternal slumber, and eventually, he would become a reason for you to wake yourself up everyday.
While he’s explained to you the things you could still observe with your own eyes, you wanted to know more, to understand him a little better like he did so well with you. You were hesitant to go past standard questions, but he’d encourage you to continue asking him whatever. He answered every question, from his highschool life to his very upbringing. You’d learn that he wasn’t always a football player, he used to be a very well-equipped swimmer, and that the place his family used to live where you used to live, and that— wait, he was a swimmer? —you’d interrupt your train of thoughts. Sungchan wasn’t even there anymore, but you were still thinking about everything he had told you earlier that day.
You’d take your time to think again, about that little boy that lived across from your house. He was a swimmer, and what are the chances he’d become a football player? What are the chances that that little boy is now the not so little Jung Sungchan?
“Left or ri—” you’d bite the left twix from his hand, locking it in between your lips. “Oh, okay. Do you want the other one? I’m not really hungry right now.”
“No, no—” chew, “Have it. And while you’re eating, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, anytime. There’s no need for you to ask if it’s okay.” he took a bite out of the twix bar he held.
“What do you think of butterflies?” —he’d stop chewing for a while and his eyes would light up like a night sky of constellations.
“I’ve always thought they’re very pretty, but I know I could never love them as much as you did.” —so it wasn’t Susan or Sangchin, it’s Sungchan.
“Oh, so you didn’t become an olympic swimmer?”
Relief and felicity, there was nothing else in Sungchan’s mind and soul —nothing else but you. His butterfly-loving Y/n whose beauty surpassed even the most well-nourished of azaleas, everything about you, to him, was the closest God had ever gotten to perfection.
From then on, you would tell each other stories, the hows and whys of your detachment.
“We moved because of my dad’s work, but I was sad because I thought I'd never see you again ever —but you’re here now. I gotta admit though, I kinda forgot most of what we had then, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I understand. All that matters to me is you still love butterflies —I mean, that you’re still happy.”
“Thank you Chan. How about you? Why did your family move?”
“Well, I spent like, what? four years maybe? —I was practically begging my parents to move me to a better school, y’know, because…”
“Because?”
“I wanted to be with you. I love you Y/n, I always have, haven’t I told you?”
His confession was something you didn’t foresee, but he didn’t either. It was all unplanned, but he just felt like it was the right moment. Just you and him at the most tranquil site on campus. He wanted to lean in, to just close the already little distance that separated the two of you, but he didn’t. He wanted you to be willing, to give him an avowal that you felt the same. It was only then that you’d start seeing him beyond his brotherly demeanor.
Tomorrow would be the first day that Sungchan would fulfill his duties as your suitor.
First thing in the morning, he’d pick you up, three rhythmic knocks on your door was all it took for your heart to start tumbling and jumping from your chest. And everytime he opened the door, you’d be met with a pair of lively eyes that would become fervent when he finally had you close to him. You two were always together, so much so that it was hard to spot the two of you in two different places at the same time. At hectic times, you’d confine yourselves in each other’s presence. A twix bar and a smile was all and everything that could relieve the two of you of your frustrations.
Your birthday, unfortunately, was an exam day —something both you and him can’t miss for your life. You studied all morning, and before you could snooze away, he’d start to randomly play songs and dance around, dismissing the judgemental eyes that watched him caper. If that wouldn’t work, he’d lay his weight on you like a baby, pushing his nose against your cheek or shoulder. You just hoped you didn’t look too annoyed, because if you were being honest, you thought you would’ve never been able to answer anything on that test at all if it weren’t for him and his foolish, but sweet pokes.
After such a long day, you two would be sat next to each other at an empty stairwell in campus, somehow, for you it felt like sitting at your old front porch all over again.
“Happy birthday!”
“Not really happy, I feel like I got half of the answers wrong.”
“Oh? birthday!” once upon a time, Sungchan could only hope he’d be the one to evoke your sugared laughter through your hardships, but now, he had it all to himself which was more than he could ever ask for.
You watched as he fished a packet of twix, and with a cheeky smile, you’d snatch it from him. “Oh.” was all he could utter, dispensing another guffaw out of you.
You opened it, holding both bars with two hands. Holding out the left bar, “So imagine this is you.” and then the other, “And this is me—” he takes that bar out of your hand using his lips, munching away as you laughed, “Hey! I wasn’t done yet!”
He could only laugh with you, coughing slightly from the sudden sugar attacking his throat. “Okay, o—” cough, “Sorry.”
“What I was meaning to say was—” you took a minute to admire the boy in front of you who stared at you with such fondness and anticipation. “We’re like twix bars. This is gonna sound so cheesey…”
His chortle would make you shy away from his gaze, but he was quick to assure you, “Go ahead, cheesey or not, all that matters is that you mean it.” it was all jested words for encouragement, but he’d soon realize that his jovial advice would apply greatly.
“Well, I was gonna say, we’re like twix bars. Say one twix bar is you, and the other is me. If you break it in half and misplace it, you might just confused which half belongs to which half, so, technically speaking, no matter the consequence, we’d be each other’s other half.”
He had his lips pressed together, like supressing a laugh, but what it truly was is him fighting the urge to just jump you and shower you with all his affection.
“Don’t laugh!”
“I wasn’t gonna!”
“Yeah you were.”
“Were not, you’re just really cute, that’s all.” he’d gently pinch your cheek, but you remained expressionless, so he’d start poking it, progressively becoming a little more pushy, until— “Y/n—”
It took a lot of your power, but you were able to grab him by the wrist, the hand that poked on your face would now be linked with yours, not only that, but your lips were locked too.
“I love you too Sungchan.” “Your lips tastes like twix.” —you’d spew at the same time after pulling away from each other.
Your own laughters were the only thing you could hear, nothing else but each other would matter as your lips would soon attach to each other again.
“Wait, Sungchan, don’t you think we should be somewhere more, I don’t know, private?”
“Sorry, your lips just really taste like twix, I can’t help it.”
It wasn’t really because of the remnants of chocolate on your lips, he just wanted to go all in, as if he already hadn’t gotten you all to himself at that point.
Though, it would be quite an interesting story to tell. Jung Sungchan, who used to swim very well, met a girl who loved to watch butterflies from their front porch. He fell in love, but she wouldn’t reciprocate after a few fifty twix bars. Maybe Wonbin was the one who’d been foreshadowing with precision, because Sungchan had a twix bar, and a dream in the form of you. And he hoped that maybe, some time in the future, you’d be watching butterflies at the front porch of the house you would share in morning and bask in each other’s love for the rest of the day, and maybe forever too.
End.
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i just finished osamu dazai’s entrance exam and it was SO GOOD??????? in no way did the anime do it an ounce of justice
anyways, just like last time, here are some quotes and my thoughts
i love love love the way we get to really explore kunikida and dazai’s dynamic as partners in this light novel, it really helps the reader understand how they work together so well
"I'm impressed, Kunikida. Nothing gets by you, does it? Incredible." His smile is cold, inhuman. "I'm so glad you were my partner."
"What do you want?! Why did you threaten the detective agency?! What was the point of killing the missing people and setting the bomb?! You... You were..."
You were so talented.
I couldn't have asked for a better partner.
they drive me crazy i love them so much </3 in this scene kunikida is questioning dazai and threatening his life on the suspicions of dazai being the azure apostle, it’s the way that even though they had only spent so little time working together that they both felt they were good partners
i love how in the ln it’s actively a mystery for those who don’t know what’s going on, even as someone who watched the anime, dazai being setup was pretty convincing
the speech given at the end of it all by dazai to kunikida on the risks of following one’s ideals also carries a bigger impact than what was provided in the anime, it makes more sense
the way that sasaki is also a genuine love interest of kunikida’s is also so heart wrenching, her last words really just hit hard
here’s something i found so sweet
"Hello, little one. Can you hear me?" Dazai takes over the call.
"We here are airplane experts. There's nothing to worry about anymore. We're going to fix the plane. What's your name, little miss?"
"Ch-Chiyo..."
"Chiyo, everything's going to be okay. Got any snacks with you?"
"Mommy gave me this piece of candy..."
"Candy, huh? I love candy, too. It's so sweet, and it really helps you relax, doesn't it?"
"Dazai—"
"I've got this... Chiyo, first, I want you to really take your time enjoying that piece of candy. After that, I'm going to need you to take that device you're talking into and bring it to the captain's room. Do you know where the captain's room is?" Chiyo nods, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Don't worry. There's nobody screaming in there, and I bet your mommy will be feeling better in no time."
"B-but I... I can't go alone. I can't leave Mommy behind..."
"Your mommy's gonna be just fine. The pilot will make things all better. So I'm going to need you to take that device to their room and give it to them, okay?"
"Well, this is just no good. I'm quite weak, you see. A big guy like yourself would snap me right in two... But I promised Chiyo I would save her."
THE WAY HE TALKS TO THE LITTLE GIRL WARMS MY HEART AND MAKES IT ACHE AT THE SAME TIME HE HANDLES IT SO WELL AND THE WAY HE WANTS TO KEEP HIS PROMISE UEUEUE
I tear the stitches off my hip pocket and pull out a sheet of paper.
"...I always have a spare page with me for emergencies."
I unfold the paper and write with my own blood.
"The Matchless Poet: Release Key!"
here’s kunikida just being cool i love him sm i love my wife
here’s some silly ones
"It's this incredibly rare book called The Complete Suicide. I've been searching all over for it, and I just noticed it on display in the used bookstore back there — Ah! I have to go back and buy it before someone else does."
Nobody asked.
"Tsk... Guess I'll just have to come up with another way to use you as bait. I bet the criminal targets tourists. All right, Kunikida, slip on your rubber boots, throw on your backpack, put on your red-and-green-striped shirt, and start walking the town in your knickerbockers. Make sure to bring a giant camera with you to take pictures of everyone who walks by and say 'eh' at the end of every sentence."
"Like hell I will!"
""Like hell I will, eh!'"
"You call that a strategy? That's a terri-"
"A terrible idea, eh?'"
"Stop guessing what I'm going to say!"
"Hmm? In that case, how about you get naked, put on a top
you like?"
hat, and ride around on a unicycle screaming what kind of girls
"We're not even talking about the same thing anymore!"
all in all i highly suggest you read osamu dazai’s entrance exam i promise it is so worth it <3
#ෆ┊¡ notes from val#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#bsd kunikida#kunikida doppo#doppo kunikida#osamu dazai#kunikidazai#kunidazai
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Cold weather prompt part 3! Since it’s angst day, I thought I might as well offer some angsty writing of my own
@entomolog-t come and get it!
Stretching my arms high over my head, I wake up for the day and instinctively flinch, expecting my hands to whack painfully against the wooden wall behind my bed. They don’t, and I let my arms fall back down confusedly. A few seconds later, my foggy half-sleep disperses and I remember where I am. There’s clamoring noise coming from the other room, probably the reason I woke up. I didn’t want to leave the new bed I’d been gifted; even inside the air was cold, and the sun hadn’t even risen. In this blanket, all of that disappears as if by magic. It’s like no material I’ve ever felt. This type of soft and insulated fabric is extremely difficult for a borrower to get — rarely ever discarded by humans for the taking.
How does it manage to stay so warm? The echo of footsteps in the hallway sends my nerves readily spiked with adrenaline, and suddenly I’m out of bed. Alice appears in the doorway, in a hurry once again. “Oh! Good morning!” she greets me, “You were sleeping so soundly I thought I might have to write you a note to tell you when I’d be back.” Nodding with a tired yawn, I watch as she packs a drawstring bag with various utensils. “Another one of those exams?” I ask her, concerned that her worried behavior hadn’t changed despite my return.
“Yes,” Alice sighs, “I think I understand the material better, though. After you fell asleep, I stopped complaining so loudly about things I didn’t understand because I didn’t want to wake you. I guess I just needed to calm down and think things through a bit instead of just cramming everything at once. Seems like a silly thing to learn now of all times, hmm?” I’m not quite sure what sort of ‘cramming’ she was doing while I was asleep, but I nodded along politely.
“If I was a bother in any way sleeping here…” “Nonsense!” Alice waves a hand nonchalantly at me, “If anything, you being here calmed me down.” There was a brief silence as Alice tugged her bag closed. “Thank you.” Her voice softened, stepping up to the desk where I stood. “That must’ve been a hard decision for you to make. Just know, I’m glad you did what you did. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still stressed. But I think I would be a lot more stressed without knowing you were alright.”
A warm feeling similar to pride swells in my chest. It isn’t often that I’m assured I’ve done the right thing. “When will you be back?” I ask, for once genuinely wanting her to be around. Usually it’s the opposite; humans being out of the house is prime time for collecting harder-to-get materials. “Just about three hours,” Alice replies. That gives me time enough.
I’ve been meaning to check the outdoor faucet and drain some of the water. Sometimes, when no one’s been using it for a while, it stops running through the makeshift spigot I’ve set up in my home beneath the floor. It stopped working a few days ago and I’ve been meaning to go run it. These days it seems like I’m always running low on the precious liquid.
“Will you be alright here without me? Do you need me to help you down?” Glancing around for my bag — and inside it my climbing gear — I found it resting in a spot just to the left of my very cozy bed. Nodding satisfactorily, I turned back to the human who’d gone to sling her bag over the side of her shoulder. “I’ll be fine!” I assure her, “I am alone in your house often enough to know what I’m doing.” “Right!” Alice gasps, “I forgot you’ve been living here… Ok, s- see you when I get home?” It was a question, not a statement — unsure whether I was willing to let a freak occurrence like this happen again.
“Yes, I’ll be around. I always am. Call for me, and this time I’ll actually listen.” Alice’s smile brightens almost relievedly. Saying another quick goodbye, she steps out of the room and down the hall. I stand and listen until the sound of the door locking behind her reaches my ears. Clapping my hands and rubbing them together readily, I scoop up my things. “Alright, three hours. Time to go pay a visit to the water pipes.
Stepping around my perfect bed, I snatch my bag off the ground and rummage through its contents. I sigh in relief. Everything is here. Taking out my grapple and securely attaching it to the wooden ledge, I let the rope fall to the floor and lift myself onto it, slowly easing more and more of my weight on the cord to ensure it would hold me before scaling down. “Now all I need are a few supplies and I’ll be on my way.”
Only after arriving safely home do I realize I forgot the thread I’d journeyed all the way to Alice’s room for. Cursing my obvious mistake, I blame it on my disoriented awakening and began exchanging borrowing supplies for another set of equipment — boots that would cushion my fall to the ground outdoors, and a tough strip of fabric to help me grip and turn the spout’s handle that was meant for much stronger hands than my own. “I’ll just have to go back for the thread later. Alice will probably take me back to her room herself when she gets home.”
Alice. How is it that a person can be so frightening yet so welcoming at the same time? If you’d asked me a week ago what I thought I’d be doing in several days, you could’ve had me guessing for hours on end before I’d even think to answer: ‘Well, I think I’d be snuggling up in Alice’s hands and sleeping beside her on her desk, of course!’
Certainly not Alice. I’ve had nightmares about her before. During the summer, she’d kill every bug she stumbled upon without hesitation — some of them even spitefully. While it’s true I’m no bug, her general ferocity towards small creatures living in her home was more than enough to put me on edge for a month or two. Why was she so kind to me? Alice knows I’m.. not human. She knows that I’ve always been this small, that I’ve been living off the things she’s bought, in her apartment.
An embarrassed red rushes to my cheeks, and I shake my head stubbornly. That’s not even a thing for a borrower like me to be embarrassed of! I’m proud I’ve managed to live with a human for so long without her even knowing I’m here! Yet, the thought of Alice — the radiating warmth of her hands, the steady thrum of her pulse — is tantalizing to think about. I don’t even realize that I’m standing in the middle of the hall in dazed silence until someone moves something on the floor above, startling me.
Relax, Fen. She’s just a.. strangely benevolent human.. who saved your life. Ack! Thinking about this sort of thing is bizarre; just focus on the task at hand. Jogging the rest of the way there, I slip through a vent on the side of the building and into the chilling winter air outside. Seconds later, I hit the ground with buckled knees to further cushion my landing. If anything, this frigid weather should snap me out of my funk. Expertly, I skirt around the side of the building along the decorative bushes and reach the edge of the side wall. A water spout curves away from the concrete here.
Using the same grapple I’d slid down the desk with, I take a few good swings and attach it to the handle. My weight isn’t enough to set the water off, so I clamber up. All goes well as I use the strip of strong fabric I collected from my home to yank the faucet on, then let it run for a while. I can feel it through the pipe — freezing enough to make my skin burn red in seconds by just touching it. Thankfully, I don’t need much longer to get the water running through it smoothly again. Any longer and I’d risk someone spotting me unawares. Once, I’d nearly been grabbed by a child while doing this, but I’d jumped into a bush nearby and clung to a hidden branch until they’d gone.
With the coast remaining clear, I head back down. Just as I unhook my grapple from the handle, the sound of large footsteps rumbles over the paved walkway to my right. I dart beneath a bush and watch as two humans walk down the path towards the faucet. Fortunately, I’m finished using it, and there isn’t a trace of me for them to spot. “Watch out!” one human warns, “There’s some ice over-” “WOAH!” The other human yelps and slips over the frozen spot, reaching out and catching themself on the side of the building before they hit the ground. I freeze where I am. “You ok?” “Yeah, I just slid a little.” The humans walk carefully off, and I let out a relieved breath. Neither of them had noticed me.
Trekking back over to the vent, I wind up and cast my hook at one of the metal slats. The two pieces of metal collide and bounce off eachother, my grappling hook sliding uselessly down the closed grate. Closed? It’s.. It’s never closed! I-It’s not supposed to be closed! Oh no. The human who’d slipped had fallen against the building here. They’d hit the metal slits and accidentally whacked them shut. Shit.
The wind suddenly seems colder — the bushes sparser — as I make my way to the front doors. It’s already a rather cloudy day, but I swear the clouds weren’t such an ugly shade of rippling grey when I first arrived. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the building, I can see the lobby. So close yet so far; I’ll never make it through such a big space without getting caught. A shiver wracks my body as the wind picks up. I’m not supposed to be out here this long, not without the new clothing I need to stitch for myself. Even though the weather’s a bit warmer than the freezing temperatures I was caught in before, it’s by no means warm.
Desperate for at least some heat, I slip behind a discarded cup near the entrance, my skin numbing then prickling with warmth every time the doors open. For just a few moments, I get relief before I’m shut out again. WHAK I cover my mouth to keep from yelping as something hits the ground right behind me. Whirling around in utter terror, I fear the worst: a human found me. A relieved chuckle bubbles out of my throat as I realize it’s just a splash of water.. from.. above me.
No no no. No, please it can’t be. Two more drops of water hit the pavement around me. “AHHH!” I cry out as a freezing raindrop hits me square in the back. My vision blurs briefly, my head pounding with fear. Terrified, I glance around the walkway. No one was around to hear me, but that wasn’t nearly as frightening as what I did see — one of the most dreaded things a person like me can encounter while venturing outside.
There’s an ominous crackling onslaught of noise before I can even spot the wall of water racing across the parking lot faster than any human can travel. It’s the kind of situation where all you can do is stand in one spot, utterly helpless to stop whatever awful thing is coming for you. Terror is coming from so far away, but there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop it. Instead, you stand back and watch.
Water pounds over me, stinging my skin with freezing projectiles. I’m on the ground in an instant. My own lungs choke my throat of air, convinced I’m drowning when I’m not. I take a few gasping breaths to try and assuage it; my face nearly presses against the pavement to do so. “Please,” I whine, unsure whether it’s the rain or my tears rolling down my cheeks. If I could just get to cover.
Weakly, I struggle to haul myself towards the foliage I’d left behind. I flinch and falter with every new pelting droplet of water that tears into my numb flesh. Panic grips my chest when I pull my hands back to my head, only to find them bloodied and shredded after trying to drag myself across the rugged cement. I can’t move; I can’t breathe. I’m dying. I’M DYING. “HELP! Someone please!” The last word I speak comes out in a nasty rasping groan as I’m hit again.
Thunder rumbles rhythmically around me. I doubt anyone could even hear- “Fen? Fen!” Holding a numb hand up against my brows, I barely manage to recognize the looming form of a human kneeling beside me. Seconds later, the drilling raindrops cease. Everything’s blissfully quiet and numb. I lay there and pant. “Fen, what are you doing out here?! I told you I’d be back! Why on Earth would you-? Oh please be alright!”
Slim fingers slip delicately beneath me and I wheeze a pained gasp. It hurts everywhere. Every breath shakes in my throat with a keening whine. Soon, I'm hoisted cautiously into the air, covered by a second hand to block the horrifying bombardment outside. I bask in the freedom to breathe properly, though my relief is largely shadowed by pain. When at last I’m deposited onto a tabletop, Alice tries to rub me dry with a hand towel. “AHHGGGGHH!” She flinches harshly away from me. “E-Everything burns,” I gasp. “The.. rain…”
I peel off my shirt in a hurry. Large red welts bloom along my skin where I was hit with the freezing water. Alice gasps, and I tilt my head up slightly to look at her. Her hands are clasped over her open mouth as she stares at me with a horrified expression. “Fen..” she whispers, voice laced with tears. Tears begin to sting my eyes as well, but with pain rather than pity. The human rushes away while I sit there and shake. I don’t want to, but I tear off my pants, too. Their course material stings awfully. When Alice returns, she hesitates very slightly at my appearance, but quickly moves closer with a tube of some strange ointment in hand, and my blanket in the other.
“N-No!” I struggle away as she reaches to place it over me. “It’s ok, it’s ok, see? The blanket’s a lot softer.” The fabric falls over me and I cinch up, only to drag it closely around myself not a moment later. She’s right. It hurts, but not nearly as badly. A few minutes of shaking later, and I begin warming up again. “Oh Fen, will you be alright? Why were you out there in the rain? If I was running late.. or if I hadn’t heard you.. you..” Tears start rolling down her face. “I- I’m ok.” My voice is still raspy, but at least I’m warm enough to speak.
Alice wipes her tears away with a few swipes of her wrist. “H-Here, I brought you some medicine. Once you warm up a bit more, you can put it on.” We waited as I told her what had happened. However, the more I heated up, the more feeling returned tomy body, and the more painful things became. After so long, I couldn’t keep talking, and instead lay down sprawled out over the soft material, breathing shallowly. “You poor thing.” Without the blanket wrapped around me, she could finally see just how harshly the weather had treated me.
With gentle caution, Alice lifts one of my arms carefully onto the pads of her fingers. I inhale sharply, but she quiets me. “It’s alright; let me put this on you and I promise you’ll feel better, ok? This’ll heal up your skin in no time, I promise.” I nod and let myself go limp. Alice takes the ointment to my skin, rubbing it gently over all the reddened patches across my arms and chest. They sting briefly, but fade away soon after. My eyes are closed when she gasps and they flicker fearfully open. “What happened to your hands?”
“I tried to get myself beneath the bushes.. couldn’t make it.” Alice gives me a pitying look. She takes extra caution with them, dunking them in semi-warm water to get the dried blood off. They start bleeding again, and she shakily wraps them up in little strips of larger bandages. I try to do it myself so she doesn’t have to struggle with their tiny scale, but the bleeding only worsens, so I have to stop.
Eventually, once the front of me is cared for, Alice reaches for my sides. “I’m going to have to lift you up to get to your back. Will that be too painful for you, or should I do it?” Her fingers hesitate less than an inch from my torso. “Do it. I can take it. I’ll be alright.” My voice has grown a bit stronger. The pain is more intense than I thought, and I take in a sharp breath, but ask her to continue. This awful pain is all the more reason for me to get it taken care of now rather than later.
I can’t sleep, but neither can Alice. She sits beside me the whole time, occasionally getting me water, snacks, or just conversation throughout the night. A few minutes past midnight, I gasp. “Wait, your exams! Don’t you need to study!? I’ll be fine; you have to-”. “It’s alright, Fen. I don’t have anything tomorrow. Well, today now,” she amends, nodding at the microwave clock. I relax with a sigh.
“That’s rather sweet of you, though. You seem awfully worried about me for someone who didn’t believe I’d be kind enough to help them just a few days ago… Sorry,” she adds after a brief silence. “I don’t mean to sound rude. It’s just.. nice of you. I was thinking about it earlier, actually. If I were in your shoes — if I were scooped up by some massive being — I probably would’ve run away too, even if they did claim they wanted to help me.” I sit up curiously, flinching slightly at the pain in my back. “I- I still can’t imagine what life must be like for you. I mean, I’m sure it’s fun getting to run around secret places all day just living life to the edge instead of worrying about school and working jobs like me. But it must be scary, too. This is twice now in the last three days I’ve saved your life.”
I huff, slightly upset. “I’m not usually in that much danger.” Alice shifts closer to me and I glance up at her with a bowed head. “Alright,” she says simply. Gently, her chin falls onto her arms — crossed on the counter beside me. She doesn’t say anything else, but her eyebrows furrow slightly, eyes crinkling worriedly at the edges. I’ve never been so close to a human to notice all these small details before. My arm must’ve drifted between my lap and the air several indecisive times before I finally let myself reach for her.
All those little details shift and soften into a look of surprise muted by a soft relief. Her hand reaches for me, engulfing my entire forearm before sliding my palm gently onto the pad of her thumb, holding it with the side of her pointer finger pressed on top of it. Releasing my bandaged hand, her fingers drift upwards towards me. My heartbeat quickens, but I make no move to get away. A single gentle finger glides across my head, tucking some of my mussed hair back behind my ear and away from my eyes. Alice’s hand drifts back down and rests beside me, though her gaze never leaves mine.
“Now that you know I won’t hurt you,” the human begins quietly, “will you stay here? More.. out in the open? Where I can talk to you or.. hang out.. sometime?” Her cheeks redden slightly, and our gazes finally break as hers darts away from mine. “It’s ok if you don’t want to, you- you probably have a whole house somewhere around here that I’ll probably never see-” Quickly, I put a hand over hers beside me to stop her from babbling any further. “Alice, I still live here; I won’t be far. True, I don’t exactly have to sneak around the place to avoid you anymore, though. I’ll probably be walking through here all the time. We can stop to talk.. or hang out.. whenever you want.”
Alice gives me a grateful look. “I’d like that. It- It gets lonely sometimes,” she explains, again glancing embarrassedly away from me. I can’t help but smile. How could I have been afraid of a human so docile as her?
Less than an hour later, Alice is asleep. Her tired face rests smushed against the counter, breaths evenly and slowly rushing through the otherwise silent room. Something about the moment makes me smile despite the constant throbbing ache of my raw skin. She’s certainly nothing like how I thought she would be, but at the same time, everything I’d want her to be. “Please stay like this,” I whisper to no one but myself. “I know your kind is still awful. Don’t let them change you.”
#I’m thinking of doing an Alice pov of the first two parts next!#again just let me know if you’d like to see it!#g/t#giant/tiny
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Since you are already finishing Megamorphs 1 and I've finished it, read this once you finish so I can comment on it...
Is it just me, or was Marco annoyingly out of character in this one? Like I know some of the later books had ghostwriters, and this just felt it was written by someone who hated him. Yes, he had decided that he would be willing to take more risks for the cause because of his mother, but nothing in his character indicates he would take the pointless risk of acting like an obvious morphed animal in front of a party of like 50 potential yeerks, the Marco from earlier books would be the one snarkily pointing out why that's a horrible idea! Not to mention how everyone is still calling him the "smart one" yet here he is too dumb to remember to bird morph while falling for a very long time in midair and all of the other smarter animorphs have to constantly be bailing him out, while in earlier books, although he was still a silly kid like everyone else his intelligence was actually demonstrated rather than being an informed attribute belying him actually acting dumb 24/7. I really hope he isn't written this way forever and it's just this book...
god bless for putting the read after the book warning at the top of the ask. hmm i don't think i have a strong enough sense of marcos character to have firm opinions on this...i did think it was odd he didn't think of the bird thing while i was reading. as far as im aware this was not ghostwritten (+ i heard ka Applegate had enough say over the ghostwritten ones they're good and consistent). do not agree that it comes off as being written by someone who hates marco at all. i think it's largely just basic plot contrivances that some specific things have to happen to set up the other things. he's kind of taking a backseat to some other characters like cassie getting their turn on the character development which is fine. within acceptable variance for a children's book character for me to not mind. they can have some silly shenanigans without regard to genuinely 100 percent consistent opsec as a treat it's typical for the type of narrative i think. ok im very tired so i don't know what any of this says but basically i thought some parts were a bit odd for him but nothing too bad or unenjoyable and i like how much of it he spends in mortal terror also
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congrats on 1k!!! you are such a good writer and u genuinely deserve thousands of more too
for the request, can i ask for masamune, envy, and 🥸
Masamune is so much fun. Playful and bashful and reckless. Mmmmmm ^_^ Approx. 900 words of a silly, sweet, slightly spicy, envious warlord.
Masamune tried to snuggle closer to his wife in bed, but the moment he moved, there was an unhappy feline huff. Shogetsu gave him a disapproving look.
The tiger cub was nestled in the chatelaine’s arms as she slept, and had no intention of moving. Masamune glared at the cub and pointed to the cat bed in the corner but Shogetsu just closed his eyes and ignored the warlord entirely.
The next day, Masamune had pretty much forgotten his annoyance with the precocious cat. There were too many other things to worry about, after all. A fire in one of his territories, an irrigation project, and so on. He took a break around midday to go check on his beloved, and found her lounging in one of the cool upstairs porches.
The chatelaine looked up at him from where she sat, book in hand. Her face lit up at seeing him. “Masamune! I thought you were going to be busy today!”
“I’m never too busy for you, kitten.” He leaned down to kiss her and almost got swiped by a tiger cub paw. Shogetsu was nestled in her lap and was playfully guarding his mistress.
She bopped the cub on the nose. “No! Bad kitty!”
Shogetsu let out an affronted squeaky little roar and then rolled over to show his belly.
Of course, it was impossible to stay mad at him when he did this and he knew it. Weaponized cuteness. The chatelaine struggled to keep her severe look, but a smile broke through and a moment later she was giving the tiger belly-rubs.
Masamune chuckled. “I don’t think he learned his lesson, lass.”
She looked up, “Hmm? I didn’t catch that.”
“It’s not important. I’m glad to see you’re relaxed and enjoying yourself.” He grinned, though to be honest he was feeling a little jealous. Apparently it was better to be a cat than a husband.
“Yeah, me and Shogestsu have been hanging out all morning. We went for a garden walk, ate breakfast and now he’s mostly napping. Must be nice to be a cat!”
“You tell me, kitten.” He reached down to muss her hair, avoiding another swipe by the tiger cub.
“Shogetsu!” They both scolded in tandem.
The cub put a paw over his nose and refused to look up at either of them.
“Awwww,” The chatelaine cooed at the cat and scratched behind his ears.
Masamune felt a small spike of annoyance. He wanted to spend time with his wife, without the interference of a certain spunky cub. “I need to get back to my duties,” he told her, “But tonight, you’re all mine, lass. Got it?”
“Got it,” she grinned.
He went back to his office and got back to reading reports and sending out orders. This kind of work almost made him wish for war. At least in battle, you faced your opponent directly and cut him down with a sword. Administering his lands meant facing enemies with no such simple solution. A never-ending conflict with no clear winner and no way to set the work down.
The day was tiring, but even with all that crowded his thoughts and demanded his attention, a kernel of him held onto anticipation for the night ahead. He thought with the chatelaine by his side, he could survive anything, even endless bureaucracy.
Masamune sent a servant scurrying to get everything ready. A romantic, perfect meal, and an undisturbed evening. He could not wait.
When he was finally able to put away his work, he met with the castle servants to finish his preparations for the evening. They handed everything over to him, and promised no interruptions unless it was an emergency.
He would have preferred to cook for her himself, but a well prepared meal from the castle cooks was the next best thing. Masamune changed clothes, picked up the tray and headed to his rooms.
As he slid the door open, his wife looked up from her embroidery. Her expression slid from pleasure to surprise and laughter. “Masamune! What are you wearing? Are those . . . cat ears?”
He gestured to where Shogetsu lay in her lap, lazily toying with a scrap bit of fabric. “I decided since my lovely lass likes cuddling kitties, I would be your tiger tonight.” Masamune lifted Shogetsu out of her lap and set him in the hall. He shut the door firmly and turned his attention to his lass. “You’re all mine now.”
She laughed and set her embroidery to the side. “You really were jealous of the cat!”
“Maybe,” he admitted a little gruffly, his playful demeanor falling away for a moment.
“Come here, tiger boy. I’ll make you purr.” She giggled and patted her lap.
Masamune grinned. He loved her laughter and her smiles. “Who says I want to purr?” He pounced on her, lowering her back to the floor to pin her beneath him. “Maybe I’ll just eat you up,” he told her as he nuzzled her neck.
She kissed his cheek. “Who says we can’t do both? Hm?”
He nipped at her ear. “At the same time even.” Masamune’s hand went to the ribbon securing the silly ‘tiger’ ears on his head but she stopped him.
“No, no. Keep those on. You’re adorable in this disguise.” Her fingers combed through his hair and lightly over the fabric cat ears.
Masamune felt his cheeks heat. “If you like them . . .” Then he laughed. Only this mad, beautiful woman could make him blush. No matter how many times they made love, she was always new and wonderful in his eyes.
“Maybe I need a pair too?” She made a happy sound as he kissed down to the hollow of her throat, his fingers busily undoing her kimono.
“Maybe you do,” he agreed. “My naughty kitten.”
“My wicked one-eyed tiger.”
“Just for tonight,” he grinned.
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hmm I wonder who I should ask you about /silly I am genuinely curious on your Barnham characterization thoughts
Pick a character I am likely to have Feelings/Opinions about and I will give and explain the top five ideas/concepts/etc that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.
HEHEHEHEHE ZACH BARNNNN I love that guy so much. Hes been through so much shit and hes being so so so gaslighted but he genuinely thinks hes doing the right thing. Idk hes so so compelling to me I really do wish that his story was actually explored more in game- he has a character arc of someone who learns to go against the norm and figures out that what he is doing is not good and incredibly immoral, but because they bench him for case 4, he really doesn't have the resolution that I feel should have been given to his character.
1. One of the top concepts that I feel is essential to depicting this guy (especially post-PLvsPW) is regarding how he perceives his status as a person. Hes an authoritative figure (even though hes left out of the Storyteller and Eves conversations, he's still a prosecutor and has power over the townspeople) and hes also famous in his own special Barnham Way TM (the townspeople fucking love him), but regardless of his fame hes very much "I do this for the whole town, instead of doing things for his own personal gain". Post Case 3 Barnham is fascinating to me because hes taking down the wall of his perceived status and doubting the system that hes very much a cog in the machine with, but I also love really exploring how that effects his relationships with the townspeople and how he thinks of himself. Like- for example, I feel that he would have a shit ton of imposter syndrome, especially because for so long he was considered a celebrity and he was held in very high importance. Post case 3 Barnham would be an overthinker, whos morals and ideas are crashing into each other SO so frequently, giving him a sort of identity crisis (which also continues into post-PLvsPW Barnham's story, especially after Labrelum's experiments are shut down)
THEREFORE I feel that a crucial part of post-PLvsPW Zacharias Barnham is understanding the consequences of doing the work to deconstruct the monarchy that he's been under and a part of for all of these years. Now that he knows that he's been left out of SO many conversations with Eve and The Storyteller, as well as also being mind wiped like his fellow civilians, he deserves to be really really fucking angry. And ofc all Labryinthian civilians deserve to be fucking angry at the Storyteller, but I wouldn't be surprised if Barnham took it VERY personally, especially because his judgements that he was handing down to people was ALSO a cog in the machine that he did not understand to the extent that he should have. To be fair, I do feel like if he did know about what was actually going on, and wasn't mindwiped, he would have said fuck this shit im out a long time ago.
I do feel like post PLvsPW he would feel more of an obligation to stay, because everyone is getting their memories back after such a long time of not having them, and they all need a lot of support. Zach Barn, although he is an authoritative figure in his own special way, would definitely want to help with getting the townspeople back on their feet. However, I do very much headcanon that he does eventually leave several years in the future- he no longer has the authority that he had before, and honestly I dont think the connections he had with the townspeople (before and after) were incredibly strong given that he was perceived both with status as well as with a celebrity like guise. Sure, he stays in Labryinthia for a year after, but I do feel that he does eventually gets out of Labryinthia (it takes quite a while for him to do so, however. I'll talk about that later)
2. This man is so fucking uncultured. Labryinthian Culture is such a fascinating subset of English culture, especially given that they're living in a strange microcosm of British culture, which is, at the same time, entirely separate. Theres so many people from so many different places being put into this program, and of course we dont know the substats of how many people from how many different places are IN labryinthia, but based on accents, etc, they seem to be mostly British/French. However, BECAUSE of that, and also because they're being very mind wiped, Zacharias doesn't know shit about the outside world. This man has to be introduced to what English politics is, what different countries are, how different people interact with each other, etc. given that they have been all gaslighted that Labryinthia is its own separate thing and that there is NOTHING outside of the wall. I would also consider him really shit in regards to certain celebrities or historical figures- he wouldn't know, for example, who the Prime Minister is or who *insert famous singers are*, and would have to be told. Like I do think he GAINS knowledge about what things are over time, but learning about things and culture outside Labryinthia would be a learning curve for him.
I also love to HC that over time he loses his stupid lil knight "accent" (/affectionate) (also idk if its an accent but its certainly the knight like sentence structure) post-PLvsPW if he ever moves to outside Labryinthia, but when hes either stressed or angry it comes out. (but that's a smaller lil headcanon)
3. He has had a REALLY SHIT EDUCATION from this lady who has HORRIBLE ideas and genuinely all of her advice is shit. Therefore, I feel that whenever he goes back to average society, he'll have problems with mundane things that most other people wouldn't have problems with. I've always headcanoned that his sister is Rouge and that he was brought in with his sister because both of them were orphans of some way shape or form, and therefore (if Barnham was a baby), he would have all of his reading and writing skills taught by a lady that (arguably) does not know what shes doing (he also mentions that he was taught by her in the special episodes, but I also feel that its important to mention how young Barnham was when he moved to Labryinthia.) I also think that Arthur would also make the learning curriculum teach him how to specifically do things in a formal knight-like manner, which would also fuck up his vocabulary to a degree. Educationally, Barnham has soooo much to learn, simply just because of the way he grew up.
4. Also, on another side of this, I feel that he would get really really excited (and also really really nervous) when traveling. I dont feel that hes a guy that likes being outside of his comfort bubble (and for example, he went outside of his bubble when going against the storyteller) but once he gets his metaphorical feet wet into traveling his mind would be BLOWN with how much there is in the world. Hes been stuck in his lil Labryinthian-sized sphere for all of his life, and outside of that he really doesn't know much. The world is an intimidating thing, but also something that (when he learns and gets comfortable with it) he would be fascinated to learn more about. It'll take several years until he's at the point where he can travel, simply because he would be stressed out about the idea of going out of his social sphere. But eventually he'd get there!
5. He really needs therapy. This guy needs. so much therapy. Theres so much gaslighting that has gone on in his life and he needs so so much help and support post Labryinthia because (IMO) the feeling of your whole world falling apart at the seams (especially BECAUSE he decided to poke and prod at the idea that the Storyteller is a bad man) is not something that anyone should experience. Thankfully he has the support of some of his friends, and he definitely has his sister to talk to and get to know again but It'll definitely be a journey for him.
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ANYWAYS IVE RAMBLED ENOUGH I hope this makes any lick of sense (Im writing this somewhat quickly- that last point wasn't as good but you have a whole essay to read so I'll let you read all of that). Most of this is all post plvspw stuff cause I find post plvspw barnham FASCINATING and I wanna go into that a lot more in the future- Before PLvsPW Barnham feels so consistent, but post PLvsPW is a whole ball of Barnham trying to figure out his whole life and his whole personality and status all over again from the beginnning.
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A Picnic for Amore Mio
Summary: Terzo decides to drag you away from your dishes to take you on a date. Too bad he's already gotten under everyone's skin beforehand.
Word count: 1,573
You’re finishing up the dishes, having piled them up on the dish rack so they could drip dry. You’ve been at it for about half an hour, and you’re more than happy to see parts of the silver sink pop through the remainder of your dishes.
“Uccello canoro,” You look up, seeing Secondo nodding to you. “have you, by any chance, seen Terzo?”
“No, Papa. I’m sorry.” He scoffs, throwing his hand up.
“Non posso credere a quel piccolo bastardo!” he growls, face upturned in a sneer. “Dopo tutto quello che gli ho permesso di farla franca, non può fare questa cosa!”
It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him this upset, but he recovers quickly, taking in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, uccello canoro.” You give him a smile.
“Have you asked his ghouls?” you ask, “They might know where he is.”
“Hmm, sì. I suppose I can try and find Omega. Grazie, uccello canoro.” He gives you a smile and another nod. “Don’t work too hard, ah?”
“Of course not, Papa. Good luck!” And with that, he’s gone. You can still hear him muttering under his breath, the angry Italian making you laugh. Terzo had seemed distracted lately. Though he refused to admit it, you could see, in real-time, the moment he would mentally check out of a conversation and think about something else. He had done the same thing to Sister Imperator once, jumping with her hand made contact with his face, the makeup smearing just a bit from the impact. He pouted for the rest of the day after that, drinking up the attention he got from the other siblings. Maybe he was just hiding away somewhere to collect his thoughts.
You go back to your dishes. The youngest of the trio certainly was a character, but you always loved his charm and his silly little jokes. You had been to a couple of his rituals too, and you loved the way he controlled the crowd, prancing around onstage, though you did notice how accident-prone he was. You never knew if he did it for the extra attention, or if he genuinely was just that clumsy.
When you set the last dish on the rack, you dry your hands off on your habit. This all would’ve been so much easier if you had help, but everyone else was too busy. Or so they said. Sometimes you wondered if the other siblings enjoyed giving you more work.
“Ah, there you are, cara mia!” Terzo walks into the kitchen, looking this way and that. You give him a smile.
“Papa Secondo was just in here looking for you,” you tell him. “He’s real upset, you know.”
“Ah, mio fratello will be fine!” he assures you, waving his hands. “Listen, I have a very special favor to ask of you.”
Of course he did. “And what would that be, Papa?”
“Come, come!” He seems excited now, though he’s still rushing you. He grabs your hand, gently tugging you away from the sink.
“Papa, my dishes!”
“They’ll be there when we’re done!” His shoes tap against the tile and you can tell he’s doing his best to keep quiet. He’s still looking around, like he’s a child that’s broken his mother’s favorite vase.
“What has gotten into you?” He leads you out of the abbey, shooting you one of his famous smiles.
“It’s a surprise, cara mia!” he tells you, pride soaking his voice. “I’ve worked very hard to set this all up for us. I don’t want to spoil it now!”
You suppose that’s the most you’ll get out of him. The two of you walk past the garden, Terzo having stopped abruptly so you bumped into his back. He was looking around the corner before proceeding, having put a finger up to his lips when one of Secondo’s ghouls had spotted him before shooing him away. The poor ghoul had nodded, turning his heels and walking off in the other direction.
“How nice is it that the ghouls obey every command!” He grins as you two pass through the gardens and beyond the parlor. On the outskirts of the graveyard, you finally see it: a black and white plaid blanket laid out across the trimmed grass, a closed basket sitting on top. Terzo glances back at you, his face lit up when you finally realize what he’s done.
“Papa-”
“I hope you like it.” He still holds onto your hand, finally letting go as you sit down on top of the blanket. “I remembered some of the dishes you said you liked and wanted to cook them for you.”
“All by yourself?” You grin when he sputters softly, lips pursed.
“Well… Omega and Water might’ve helped,” he responds softly.
“Everything looks perfect, Papa. Thank you.”
“Ah, there you go again, calling me ‘Papa’! Please, when it’s just us, amore mio, you can call me Terzo.”
“Well, if you insist. Thank you, Terzo.”
He seems pleased, sitting upright with his chest puffed out and his head held high. There was the Terzo you knew; the charming, proud gentleman that had an ego. It’s the same reason why so many others loved him, too.
The ceramic plates clatter inside the basket as he gets everything ready, letting you pile on your food first before he takes any. A thought suddenly crosses your mind.
“Are you the reason why I had more dishes to do than normal?” you ask him. Even under his makeup, you know his face is heating up just by the look in his different-colored eyes.
“I may be, sì,” he confesses softly. “But! I had a good reason for it!”
You laugh and finally start eating. Everything is still warm and, as promised, to your liking. How sweet that he remembered all of this.
“Is there a special reason why you’ve done all of this?” you finally ask him. He takes a moment to look at you, swallowing his food.
“I feel like you and I don’t spend much time together,” he confesses. “I thought that should change. And what better way than to have a picnic!”
“Out of all of the other siblings, you chose me.”
“The other siblings are ah… I’ve forgotten how to say it in English…” You can see the light bulb flicker on over his head when he thinks of it. “Flings! I believe you would call them flings!”
You laugh and nod your head. “If you mean that they’re short, little sexual encounters; then yes. They would be flings.”
“I got it right!” He seems so proud of himself, but his demeanor changes to a more serious one. “I do not wish for you to be a fling, amore mio.”
You’re stunned as you sit there, his lips pulling back into a smile when you realize exactly what he’s asking. His arms raise, sweeping over the entire setting. “After all, I would never treat a fling to such a date!”
“So you kidnapped me from my dishes to take me on a date?” you laugh. He nods proudly.
“But of course! Aren’t you having more fun here?” He cocks his head, still maintaining his smile. “Unless the dishes are better company than your own Papa?”
“Well, the dishes have never surprised me before.” You two share a laugh before you finally give him a nod. “I am having fun, Terzo. Really, I appreciate all of this.”
“And there’s more to come,” he promises you. Your heart flutters at how soft he tells you that. “What do you say, amore? Just you, me, and whatever your little heart desires.”
It sounded like a dream come true. Who wouldn’t want to be Terzo’s first (and hopefully only) choice? But before you can explain that to him, his name is being screamed. The fear and surprise that washes over him match you, Sister Imperator marching over to you two.
“Oh no…” Terzo stands up, his hands raised in defense as she draws closer. “Sister, I can explain-”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding?!” She reaches out, taking his ear between her thumb and index finger. “Need I remind you that you have a tour coming up?”
“I just thought-”
“You’re not thinking about what’s important!” Her gaze snaps down to you. “And you! I clearly recall your chores not being fully done!”
“I-I’m sorry, Sister.” She lets out a huff, tugging Terzo away from you, ranting and raving about how he’s been neglecting practice and paperwork. You didn’t know it was that bad, but you hear Terzo call to you that he’ll get one of his ghouls to help you pack up. Well, there went your cute little date. You should’ve known something would’ve happened with how upset Secondo had become.
You start packing up the food, putting everything back into the basket. As promised, you noticed Alpha jogging up to you as he properly fixed his mask to his face.
“Terzo said you uh… you’d need some help?” You give him a smile, nodding your head. He helps you pile everything into the basket, closing the lid before folding up the blanket. Really, he insisted on doing all of the work once he got there. “It’s what I was summoned for.” he tells you. When he slips the blanket on top of the basket, he holds his arm out, asking if you’re ready. You link your arm with his, walking back to the abbey.
Translation:
Uccello canoro - Songbird
Non posso credere a quel piccolo bastardo! Dopo tutto quello che gli ho permesso di farla franca, non può fare questa cosa! - I can't believe that little bastard! After all I've let him get away with, he can't do this one thing!
cara mia - my darling
mio fratello - my brother
amore mio - my love
#Papa Emeritus III#Terzo#supposed to be gn!reader#Italian is still very unforgiving#Papa Emeritus III x reader#Terzo x reader#ghost band#ghost
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Mold a Pretty Lie | 04
Banner by @persphonesorchid <3
Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader
Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut
Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.
Word Count: 4,358
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Kissing, non-consensual kissing/assault, sneaker destruction
AN: A huge thanks to @eserethriddle for beta-ing this chapter for me. Also check their fics out, they're amazing. Hope y'all enjoy!
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In the weeks that followed, there were no more incidents where you nodded off in Dr. Kim's class. You made sure of it. Your professor didn't mention it again, other than leaving a blue Powerade on your desk the next time you met him to work on your research project. It was objectively the best flavor, and you did your best not to read too much into his thoughtfulness.
However, your best wasn't good enough, and each one of his smiles and silly jokes added another bud to the flowers blooming in your chest.
You craved when he'd lean in close enough for your imagination to go wild, the way he would rest a distracting hand on your shoulder when he reviewed your work, the sparkle in his eyes when he was pleased. You didn't go chasing after more contact than that, but you did find yourself lingering longer than your allotted hours, chatting to your energetic professor about this or that.
At first you had been reticent, wary of taking up too much of his time, or god forbid, coming across like some of the students who stalked his office hours. But he was often the one to engage you, to ask about how your semester was going outside of his class. It was hard to believe he cared, but his face lit up in genuine interest when you spoke, and it was hard not to bask in the warm glow of his approval.
Why were you such an idiot? You were smitten, daydreaming about a man there was no hope of ever attaining. You knew it was a waste of time to keep pining after him the way you were, but how exactly could you prevent your stomach from flipping upside down with each smile?
You
Help
Phoebe
What's wrong, my pretty tulip?
You winced at the nickname, a joke at your expense Phoebe had "hilariously" come up with in high school. Because you were a virgin in both sets of lips. It was fucking weird and gross and she never let it go despite the fact that you hated it.
You
I have a stupid crush on someone I have objectively zero chance with
Phoebe
Oh????
Pix!!!
You
Lol
Yeah, no
Phoebe
Name!!!
You
Yeah, no
You were NOT going to open yourself to ridicule from your best friend by admitting you had enough of a crush on a professor for it to be a problem. That was just asking for her to make fun of you. If she kept pressing, you'd send her a picture of Jimin or Taehyung or something, but not if you could avoid it.
Phoebe
You're so boring
This is why it's unrequited
You
Omg rude
Phoebe
Lol you know I'm joking
Well you know what they say
You
If you say "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" I'm blocking you for being cliche as fuck
Phoebe
It's a cliche for a reason babe
It's not like you're in love with the guy right?
You just need a distraction that'll help redirect your thinking
Just start flirting with a new cutie, works for me every time
You
I guess that makes sense…
Wouldn't that be like, kinda rude to the other person though?
Phoebe
I said flirt not propose to lmao
And not just a rando, someone you actually could like
How are you of all people trying to question me, hmm little tulip?
You
Ugh yeah yeah fine whatever
… Thank you for the advice
Phoebe
Anytime
Miss you babe <3
You
Miss you too <3
You stared at your phone for a moment, lost in thought as you considered your friend's words. You could kind of see where she was coming from - you were probably just infatuated with your professor because you saw and interacted with him multiple times a week, and your wishful brain mistook his kindness for some sort of preference. Dr. Kim was so wonderful that it was just normal human nature for you to become enamored - maybe if you reframed your mindset and let yourself get swept up with someone else, your silly crush would fade.
"Sierra?" you asked one weekend, wondering if you had soured her desire to party with you. She hadn't tried to cajole you out since that not-so-fateful night, and you never asked why in the fear that you would hear that she now hated you. Your roommate perked up and looked at you from her bed, where she was laying on her back and scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Haven't decided yet, what's up?" she replied curiously. She didn't look apprehensive at your question, so that was probably a good sign.
"I just - I thought it might be fun to go out or something…" you said tentatively, studying her face for any flashes of annoyance. Instead, her eyes lit up.
"Really?" Sierra asked excitedly, sitting upright on her mattress. "I didn't put you off partying with me?"
"Really, I - wait what do you mean? I blacked out and spent half the night throwing up."
Her words made no sense, why would you not want to hang out with her anymore? Instead of rolling her eyes and agreeing with your assessment the way Phoebe might have, she laughed.
"I guess that means you don't remember when I tried to hug you and then threw up on your shoes instead."
"I thought that was my vomit," you exclaimed. "And I thought you were annoyed with me, and that's why we never went out again."
"I thought you didn't want to hang out with me!"
The two of you stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"We're idiots," she said through giggles, looking just as relieved as you felt. "Alright, let's party tonight! Maybe minus the puking."
You laughed at her addendum, nodding in agreement. "I can work with that."
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You weren't exactly sure how you had ended up here, shut in a bedroom with Sierra and a group of other strangers. The two of you were on the far side of tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as you had been the last time. And now you were staring at the bottle some guy - Chad? Brad? - was holding up.
"Spin the bottle? Seriously?" scoffed Sierra, crossing her arms. You were inclined to agree - sure, people were inclined to play horny drinking games, but you didn't think anyone played spin the bottle specifically out of middle school, or bad teenage sitcoms. At least with Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever, you sort of learned about the people around you.
Plus you could definitely say that you weren't particularly interested in locking lips with anyone in this room.
"Yeah, it was nice to meet you all but I think I'm gonna go back to the party," you said as diplomatically as you could.
"What, too much of a prude?" ChadBrad asked with a smirk, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. He was attractive, sure, but arrogance clung to his shoulders like a bad smell and you were not into it.
"No, I just have standards," you retorted loftily, getting up from the floor and heading to the door. "I'm seeing too many frogs, and not enough princes."
Sierra laughed gleefully at ChadBrad's startled expression and followed you.
"Sorry buddy, no amount of Smirnoff Ice in your mini-fridge is gonna get either of us to hook up with you," she added, and the guy scowled as the others in the room began to snicker.
The closing door cut off the sound and the two of you giggled as you walked back to the main party.
"Dang girl, I thought you were this meek little mouse, but that was hilarious," Sierra said with a grin, making you laugh. You were so caught up in talking to your friend that you forgot to watch where you were going, and ended up colliding with a warm, solid body. The warmth was offset by a cold trickle down your shirt and you jumped back, realizing you had made whoever it was spill their drink.
"I'm so sorry, I - Tae?"
Your friend stood before you, eyes wide, hair tousled, wearing a loose white button-up that made him look like a medieval farmhand a heroine would run away with.
"[Y/n]?" he asked, surprise etched on his face as his eyes roved down your figure. Sierra had convinced you to wear another crop top, and you fought the urge to cover your stomach as his gaze fell on your bare skin.
"Now here's a prince," Sierra whispered in your ear, making heat rise up your neck as you realized what she was getting at. "Hey Tae. I'm gonna get a drink, you need a new one?"
He jumped as if surprised she was there, and she snorted as if unsurprised.
"That would be great, thanks Sierra."
She nudged you as she left.
"Get it, girl," she whispered in your ear wickedly, making you cough and splutter before she slapped your ass and left, cackling. God, your roommate was a menace.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Taehyung said with a smile, and you had to smile back, a little hypnotized by the stars in his eyes. He really was beautiful.
"I thought it was time to give partying another shot," you replied sheepishly, still a little embarrassed by how your previous night out had ended.
"I'm glad," he said softly, something in his eyes making your stomach flutter. "Sorry for spilling on you."
You had actually forgotten, but now that he brought it up you were all too aware of the stain on your shirt and the stickiness of beer on your skin.
"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you assured him.
"Let me help you get cleaned up at least," he offered, grabbing your hand before you could protest and setting off to find a bathroom. Your fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he tugged you easily through the crowd. Phoebe's advice rang clear in your mind, but you silenced it as you followed. You were certainly attracted to Taehyung, but he was way out of your league… right?
He found a bathroom and ushered you inside, shutting the door behind him. It dulled the sound of merrymaking outside, and the sudden intimacy brought another slew of jittery panic into your chest. One that was clearly only one sided as Taehyung glanced around before finding a roll of paper towels.
He ripped off a sheet, running it under the faucet before handing it to you.
"Unless you want my help," he said with a wink, waggling his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped his shoulder before accepting his offering, too intent on cleaning yourself to notice the way his eyes watched you hungrily. You dabbed at the shirt as well, before deciding it was a lost cause and that the beer would probably come out in the wash.
"Thanks, Tae," you said with a smile, tossing the crumpled cloth in the trash and looking up to suddenly find him right in front of you. He was close enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes, and you stepped backwards with a surprised "eep" when your back hit the sink counter.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked intently, not moving from where he was standing. You were suddenly all too aware of your exposed skin, of how gorgeous he looked, of how his dark, mesmerizing eyes were locked on your own.
"N-not very much, we just got here a little while ago," you stammered, staring back at him as your pulse sped up. His lips curved into a devastating smirk and he stepped forward, closing the scant distance between your bodies.
"Good, then I can finally do this," he murmured, one warm, gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek as you felt your eyes go as wide as saucers. Then he was leaning in, and those plush lips of his were coming closer, and closer.
They were warm and soft, and you felt your eyelashes flutter shut as you leaned into the feeling. He backed away almost immediately, and your stomach dropped. Was he disappointed? Were you a bad kisser? But it had only lasted a couple seconds, were people really able to tell that quickly?
"Was that okay?" he whispered, cutting through your panic. He was gazing at you with an uncertainty that mirrored your own, and your heart sang with the realization that he was nervous. You felt your own lips twitch into a smile and you nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Yeah," you whispered, standing up on your tippy-toes and tilting your face up in an open invitation.
This time, the kiss was less tentative, and Taehyung's free arm snaked around your waist to pull you snugly into him. You gasped at the press of his warm, warm body against yours, and he took the opportunity to pull your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly. Oh. That was… very pleasant.
"You're so pretty," Taehyung murmured, pulling away. You almost asked why he stopped, until his lips dragged across your jaw to press light, fluttery kisses against your skin that left hot embers in their wake. The new sensation made you whimper, and he froze as his grip on your waist tightened. Fuck, were you not supposed to do that? It was getting hard to think straight when he was holding you so close, whispering sweet words in your ear.
Then he latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck and he sucked, sending white hot shudders down your spine. A moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and Taehyung groaned before capturing your mouth again.
He took advantage of your parted lips to glide his tongue against yours, and another mortifying sound escaped your throat at the sensation. It was wet, hot, and slimy, and should have felt gross, but instead you found yourself clinging to his shirt as your legs turned to jelly.
"Fuck, you sound so good," Taehyung groaned, shifting from your mouth to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.
"T-Taehyung," you gasped breathily, not exactly wanting to stop but worried about him taking this further. His hands slid down to your butt to press your hips against his, and with a jolt you realized he was hard against your thigh. He felt your body stiffen, and immediately pulled back.
"Sorry, too much?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.
"A little," you admitted, swallowing down the desire to find out what else he had to offer. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And the way Taehyung was currently looking at you made you want to both kiss him forever and run away and hide. "Maybe we should get back to the party."
"I'm sorry," he said again, looking away. "I've wanted to do that forever, I got a little carried away."
Something warm glowed in your chest at his words, and impulsively you grabbed his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. The dazed way he grinned at you when you let him go was more than enough to bolster your confidence, and this time you were the one who intertwined your fingers with his.
"Let's go find Sierra."
Finding your roommate ended up being more difficult than you'd thought, and Taehyung reluctantly agreed that it would be easier for you two to split up to find her.
"Don't forget about me while you're gone," he said with a pout, brushing his lips against the knuckles of your hand before finally letting go. You watched him leave, stomach positively giddy with butterflies, before you turned around as well. A clammy hand gripped your wrist roughly, and you jumped, whirling to face the culprit.
"Saw you leave the bathroom with that guy," came the obnoxious, unwelcome voice of ChadBrad. He smirked at your frown, ignoring the way you tried to shake off his hand. What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that?
"It's not really any of your business, is it?" you replied coldly, but to your alarm he just looked even more smug. His grip tightened, and you felt anxiety rise like bile in the back of your throat.
"So you're the type that likes to play hard to get, is it? I like that," he said with a leering grin, stepping into your personal space. You backed away as far as you could with your arm still captive, and gave him your best glare before scanning behind him to see if Taehyung was still around.
Please let him still be here, you begged silently. To no avail. You were alone, and no one else in the room was even looking in your direction. And the music was so loud you doubted even a scream would catch anyone's attention.
"Let go," you ordered through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than you felt. He merely matched each step you tried to take away from him, and when your back hit the wall you realized you were trapped.
"Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."
Your professor's words echoed in your head as you tried to think of a way out of this situation, wishing you had listened better to his advice.
"Good girls say please," ChadBrad taunted, caging you between his arms. "But you're a bad girl, huh?"
Fucking ew. Despite the obvious disgust on your face, he still seemed to think it was going well, and you caught a whiff of gross beer breath before his clammy lips were on yours.
It was revolting, and you felt your skin crawl as you tried to push him off frantically. You kept your lips sealed tightly shut against the nauseating prod of his tongue, but the asshole wouldn't fucking move. Your heart was pounding for completely different reasons than with Taehyung, and it was getting harder to breathe through your nose as you pushed and pushed to no avail. Finally, you did the only thing you could think of, and kneed him as hard as you could between his legs.
That worked, and he leaped away with a yelp.
"What the fuck, you bitch," he spat at you, doubling over as you scrambled away from him, massaging your wrist and breathing hard. You could breathe through your mouth now, why didn't it feel like you were getting any air?
You didn't bother to gift him with a response, too focused on getting the fuck away for something as trivial as a final word. You stumbled through the house, desperate for Sierra or Taehyung or fucking anyone familiar at this point.
To your relief, you spotted a familiar head of hair near the kitchen and almost tackled Sierra in your haste to get to her.
"Whoa there, cowboy!" she said with a giggle as she righted herself, though her smile slid off when she saw your expression. "What's wrong?"
Your heart settled at her reassuring face, and as the adrenaline ebbed away you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it when you realized frustration and anxiety were welling up behind your eyes.
You swallowed and took a deep breath, but all you could do was sniffle to try to keep back the disgusting feeling clawing your throat. Sierra's eyes widened and she wrapped a protective arm around you. You obeyed blindly as she steered you through the throngs of people, focused solely on not freaking out in front of a huge audience.
"Babe, talk to me, what happened?"
With a start you realized you were on the lawn outside and looking into Sierra's warm, worried brown eyes.
"I - that guy - "
To your utter mortification, that was all you got out before the tears came in earnest. Your face was immediately pressed into a perfumed, ample chest as your roommate hugged you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.
"It's okay, you're okay. Just take your time," Sierra said comfortingly as you whimpered and hiccuped into her shirt. Fuck, why were you crying so much? Nothing bad had really even happened, you were fine! Why were you being such a crybaby? First Dr. Kim, now here?
Finally, you calmed down enough to tell Sierra what happened, and her expression went from concerned to livid.
"And where the fuck was Taehyung?" she asked calmly, making your eyes widen. Her voice was even, but her eyes flashed with what could only be described as castrative fury.
"We only split up for a second to look for you!" you explained hastily, and suddenly you were the one rubbing soothing circles into her back. "We were gonna meet back up in the kitchen."
Sierra relaxed slightly, but tension still thrummed under her skin. You wracked your brain for something to calm her down, but crying had made your head irritatingly foggy.
"Oh hey, you found her!"
You both looked to see Taehyung smiling, though it faded when he saw the anger on Sierra's face and the tear stains on yours. He took a step forward, only to stop immediately when Sierra stepped in front of you. Despite it being unnecessary, you felt a surge of affection for your roommate.
"What happened?" he asked softly as Sierra crossed her arms and tapped her foot at him, clearly unimpressed.
"Some asshole assaulted her, that's what happened," she snapped, her words cracking through the air like a whip. You winced and tugged at her arm.
Taehyung's eyes went wide with shock and he looked at you with worry.
"I'm so sorry, [y/n], did I - " he began, looking horrified and guilty. You realized he thought Sierra was talking about himself, and you shook your head frantically.
"No! It wasn't you!" you protested immediately, stepping past Sierra's protection to grab Taehyung's hand. "It was someone else." He only looked mildly relieved, and his eyes were still filled with concern.
"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Embarrassment threatened to drag you under and you winced. It wasn't his fault at all. You were just the one who was so pathetic that you apparently couldn't handle five minutes alone, and then cried like an idiot even though you weren't even hurt.
You felt Sierra's hand on your shoulder, and you looked at her questioningly.
"Will you be okay with him for a second?" she whispered in your ear, so quietly you knew Taehyung wouldn't catch it. "I forgot something inside."
You nodded, giving her a wobbly smile you hoped was reassuring. Apparently it was good enough, though she shot Taehyung a very stern glare.
"Behave, I know where you live," she said with deadly seriousness. The tension was broken by your chuckle, and both of your friends relaxed a hair. "Okay, I'll be right back."
The two of you were left alone, and suddenly you found yourself unable to look at anything but your feet.
"I'm s-sorry," you hiccuped, sniffing as you tried to keep a fresh wave of tears at bay. You hated yourself for crying so easily. You swiped at your cheeks and remembered the way Dr. Kim had dabbed your face so gently in his office. You should have listened to him. "I ruined another night out for you guys."
"What are you talking about?" asked Taehyung gently, squeezing your hand. "I always have a great time with you."
You shook your head in disbelief, still not able to meet his eyes. He was sweet to try to make you feel better, but you couldn't find it in yourself to believe him. Had it really been just a few minutes ago that you had been giddily thinking about his lips against yours?
"Hey."
Taehyung put his forehead against yours, but you didn't look up to face him. You couldn't.
"Getting to kiss you already made this the best night of the year so far," he murmured in your ear, and you wanted to believe him despite yourself. He pulled you into his chest and you took a deep breath, letting the warm, spicy smell of his cologne wash over you. "And getting to spend time with you out here makes it even better."
"Even though I'm being a buzzkill?" you asked hesitantly, voice muffled as you timidly wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Nothing can kill my buzz unless it's Jimin having a hair meltdown," Taehyung announced confidently, and you found yourself smiling into his chest.
"Thanks, Tae," you whispered, finally tilting your face up to look at him properly. He grinned happily back at you, squeezing you tight.
"There you are!" he exclaimed goofily, then shocked you into laughter by tickling your exposed sides.
"Don't do that, you jerk!" you scolded, swatting at his hands before he could get more than a few giggles out of you. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender and opened his mouth to say something, when rapid footfalls distracted you.
"Let's go!" said Sierra urgently, grabbing both you and Taehyung's hands and dragging you stumbling behind her.
"W-what?" you spluttered, suddenly very grateful the two of you had worn sneakers to this party. Why the hell was Sierra walking so fast?
"I poured all the Smirnoff Ices into that dipshit’s sneaker collection," your roommate revealed, turning back to you with a devious grin. Her eyes were alight with tipsy misbehavior and justice. "I want to be well clear before he finds out."
Sierra's admission startled a snort of laughter out of you, and Taehyung looked at her in outright awe. Perhaps this night hadn't ended so badly, after all.
Still, you decided you'd heed your professor's advice and steer clear of parties in the future.
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Twenty-Fourth Prompt: When was the first "I love you"?
Act Three Spoilers
Summary: Vier feels like she left some things unsaid that night at the cemetery, and Astarion wants to give her the chance to say them (1304 words)
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“You ever think about that night in the cemetery?”
“All the time, love. The way you looked pressed up against my headstone, how your skin seemed to glow in the moonlight–”
“I-I didn’t quite mean like that.”
As they tended to on the evenings when neither had much on the agenda, Vier and Astarion lay tangled together on the couch in their drawing room. That night, it was Vier’s turn to play the mattress, as Astarion’s fluffy-haired head nuzzled into her chest. Idly, her fingers played with his curls.
“Then what did you mean, dear?” he asked, red eyes looking up at her with genuine curiosity.
“Well…Sometimes, I think I should’ve said a little more than I did,” Vier admitted.
“Hmm? How so?”
Vier was honestly expecting a further lewd joke from the man - something about how he thought she’d said plenty when she’d called out his name in the throes of ecstasy, perhaps - so she quite appreciated his restraint. “If I’m being honest, I…well, I held back quite a bit that night. It was your moment, and I didn’t want to intrude on it with my feelings. I didn’t want to make it about me.”
Suddenly, Astarion lifted his head, his eyes rounded with surprise, and he propped himself up with his arms to look more directly at Vier. “Oh, darling, there is nothing you could’ve said that would have done that. If you remember it, I want to know exactly what you’d wanted to say to me that night. Here, I’ll even set the scene for you, if it helps.”
He pushed himself off of her and scooted into a seated position, legs tucked up beneath him just as they had when he’d sat before his own grave. “A moonlit graveyard in Baldur’s Gate’s Lower City, quiet as…well, the grave. My headstone, unkempt over the centuries, right over there. Where do you wish to start?”
While she felt just a bit silly doing it, Vier responded in kind, sitting on her knees and pretending as though they were reliving that night all over again. “How about, erm…you’d said you needed to figure out who you are, and what you wanted. While I asked what that was, honestly…for a moment, I wanted to tell you what I wanted. I wanted to tell you how much I wanted you, how much I loved you. But it just felt so…selfish of me.”
“And what’s wrong with being a little selfish? Especially when you’d given of yourself freely for so long, in more ways than one?” Astarion replied, gently taking one of Vier’s hands in his own.
“That’s just it, I still didn’t feel as though I had,” Vier continued. “There was this little voice in my head constantly telling me that I wasn’t being honest with myself. Even after everything, it believed I stood by you, cared for you, solely so that you would see me as your savior; a saintly hero garbed in the armor of the sun come to rescue you from yourself.”
“Well, if I may be frank: that voice is an idiot,” Astarion tutted. “Yes, our relationship started as a bit of mutually selfish exploitation.”
“As much as I’d love to forget that,” Vier interrupted with a grumble.
With a sweet, gentle smile, Astarion continued, “But you came to see something in me I could never see in myself, all because you’d been there before. You had the perspective I lacked. Someone had helped you mend your ways, and you wanted to pay it forward.”
“I…suppose so,” Vier sighed. It still felt self-aggrandizing to accept, but she couldn’t deny it was true. All of this was because one Dawnbringer had taken a chance on her so long ago, when, to borrow Astarion’s words that night, “that was an objectively stupid thing to do.” The guiding light of “what would Cyril do” was a constant of her life, and taking on a huge risk to reach out to the wounded is exactly what he would’ve done.
Gods, how she wished Cyril could have met Astarion.
“Okay, jumping ahead a bit…I wish I’d had nicer flowers to lay on the grave.”
“Oh, surely, you haven’t been beating yourself up over that one,” Astarion sighed, paired with a mildly exasperated eyeroll. “But if it’s that important to you, I accept bouquets of roses or Selûne’s Tears.”
“I’ll be sure to bring a wreath when I’m in Baldur’s Gate next,” Vier laughed.
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean put them on the grave, I meant give them to me,” Astarion huffed, lips pouting just a bit.
“Wait, I thought you didn’t care for flowers?” Vier asked, vaguely remembering him snarking at some point or another that they “weren’t his thing”.
“Then perhaps I could be swayed into liking them,” Astarion spouted dramatically, as though Vier was twisting his arm over it. “Part of the whole ‘discovering who I am’ thing, you know.”
“Well, then, when we finish the rose garden we’ve planned near the temple, you’ll be the first to know. But, I digress. Next, you admitted you didn’t particularly care for me when we first met, which…well, we both know the feeling was mutual.”
“‘Drow in all but name’, I think you’d called me once. Which I rather took as a compliment at the time, if we’re being honest.”
“Point being, what you said next was…well, honestly, it was everything I’d wanted. You finally felt safe enough - to hope for a better future, to open your heart to someone, to…to come to care for me as much as I cared for you. And that set my pulse to racing so hard and so loudly in my ears that I almost didn’t hear when you finally said what I’d been longing to hear.”
Without missing a beat, Astarion pulled the words from memory which had been engraved on Vier’s heart: “I love you. I love this. And I want it all.”
“Gods, it still feels like the first time,” Vier sighed, lifting Astarion’s hands to her cheeks for a moment, that he might feel the blood rushing to her skin. “I had been aching for the day when you’d tell me you loved me and honestly, truly meant it, because…I already knew I loved you. I loved you, and I wanted so desperately to tell you, but I didn’t want to pressure you into feeling the same. You were already trying so hard for me, and…”
With more of a slump than she intended, Vier returned Astarion’s hands to her lap. “We’d worked so long to break Cazador’s chains around your heart. I didn’t want to turn around and chain you to me instead. So, I didn’t say it. I didn’t say I love you that night, either, because, well…you didn’t give me much opportunity to speak after that, ravenous as you were. But I’ll say it to you now, just as I have every night since, and as I will say it every night hence.”
Her eyes turned upwards to meet his, gaze filled with confidence, with determination.
“I love you, Astarion Ancunin. I am so unbelievably proud of you, and I will forever be grateful that you would have me.”
Slowly, Vier released Astarion’s hands. With a chuckle, she noted, “And then, of course, came the part where we rutted like rabbits on top of your grave.”
“And that’s the part where I get to have a little do-over of my own,” Astarion spoke with a hint of a devious smirk, leaning in just as he had on that night and pressing his lips to Vier’s. Mouths parted, tongues collided, before Astarion pulled back for a breath he didn’t need. “Because I can do much better than ‘rutting like rabbits’.”
The armrest of the couch would be standing in for Astarion’s gravestone that night.
#my writing#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#bg3 fanfic#astarion x tav#astarion#drow tav#cleric tav#named tav#vier alurlssrin
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Been thinking about Edgar again (when am I not thinking about him let's be real), here's my most recent thoughts:
You can try to talk to him while he's tinkering, but the most you'll get in response is "hmm" and you're more likely to just not be heard at all. He's not ignoring you, he's in The Zone.
Hums/sings quietly to himself sometimes, if anyone catches him he gets flustered. His singing voice is nice.
Would absolutely be willing to dress in drag if the situation needed him to do so.
I'm still convinced he enjoyed being in disguise as Gerad, at least a little bit, but he might only admit it under influence of alcohol.
He may have been a gang boss, but Edgar will always be Edgar regardless of the situation (as evidenced by his flirting with Celes while trying to convince her he's not Edgar lmao). I think he probably started to care for the crimson robbers and felt a little bad about using them, and that's partially why he didn't do anything to stop them from actually raiding the castle vault. (Don't worry, there's more than one vault and Figaro isn't completely broke. Also with all the treasure and gil the party racked up while grinding they'll be fine.)
Post-game, when he's not busy helping with reparations in the world of ruin they're still living in, he designs things that can help people. They're essentially still in a post-apocalyptic scenario even after Kefka is defeated, and while the world is likely healing without his influence, it's going to take a long time. So they probably need things like filtration for the water, irrigation systems to make farmland viable again, reinforced walls to protect towns from whatever monsters still roam the wilderness. Figaro with their technological prowess can provide these things, and many of them are personally designed by the machinist king himself.
He also likes to personally handle problems in South Figaro if/when when he can, like if there's a den of monsters nearby and the mayor hired mercenaries that haven't been able to clear it out, he and Sabin (and probably their friends as well, I refuse to believe they all just went their separate ways) will go and take care of it.
I think he'd also want to design tools that can do some of the cool things he could do with magic. Flamethrower, ice blaster, rejuvinator for quick healing, etc (basically his brave exivus abilities). There's nothing magic could do that he can't build something for, the man's a technological genius.
I really love that he's genuinely very smart, like, he dresses extravagantly and flirts with everyone and can be a bit silly but he's still smart enough to design crazy weapons and machines. Good for him.
He and Locke are the kind of friends who tease each other but also have serious conversations about their trauma and insecurities (probably over fine wine pilfered from the castle cellar by a certain treasure hunter). Also they've definitely made out at some point, possibly more than once.
Edgar personally visits Mobliz to check on Terra and the kids frequently, and he also volunteers the money and workers required to build a proper home for them. He'd also absolutely want to teach the older kids how to build and repair things. I think he'd be a great teacher.
#i still love this game with my entire heart#and i still love Edgar with my entire heart#so here have my thoughts about him#final fantasy vi#ff6#final fantasy 6#ffvi#edgar roni figaro#my post#it is mobliz terra is in isnt it#or did i misremember
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Imagine Revali watching the Barbie Movie
After watching the Barbie Movie myself, I got curious if Revali would be willing to go to the movie.... it's been like 3 weeks since I watched the movie but school's been awful with homework and team assingments. Finally found the motivation to finish this :)
Enjoy^^
This was the pinkiest photo I found of Revali *.*
"Hey Revali! Lets go watch the Barbie movie"
"Is this a serios suggestion? You think that a champion as great as I would even consider watching such... such tripe?" His in denial at first.
You try gaslighting him with "All the other champions are gonna watch it, even Link and Princess Zelda"
"Don't be absurd. I'm not going to be wasting my time with a girl's movie"
"Excuse ME?!? The Barbie Movie is an cinematic masterpiece fyi, everyone honors it by wearing pink clothes to the theater, it's way superior than all your mocking nonsense" your confidence on to cuz NO ONE has the right to insult the Barbie Movie.
"Very well, if you wish. But know my reputation and dignity wil be tarnished in the process, because it's nothing more than a silly, feminine diversion. Nothing of importance"
'THIS LITTEL BI-...' you save the thought.
"I have you know that even the king of Hyrule, King Rhoam loved the Barbie movie, that man has good taste. PERIODT.
Revali sights in defeat, tired of your whims "Whatever, let's just watch this"
"YAS! That's the spirit! Now... we need to change into something pink and I just have the perfect outfit for myself!"
Revali rolls his eyes "Ugh! Changing clothes... You can't be serious?
You slowly reveal a pink scarf that has been hiding in your back.
A big mischievous smile on your face.
"No, absolutely NOT!" Revali stutters at seeing the scarf.
"Yes, absolutely YES!"
"I refuse the scarf! There's no way in hell I'm wearing-"
You both are in the theater buying your movie tickets with Revali wearing his pink scarf.
"I- this is ridiculous!" Looks around, sees everyone's wearing pink clothes.
"Why did I let you drag me into this?!"
"Cuz I'm ur cool friend who keeps you updated with the latest trends and besides, you had all the right to refuse it yet here you are~" cheeky smiles at him.
"Because you were persistent..." he mutters under his breath.
"Hmm yeah, whatever. Lets go to the movie!!"
"Alright, fine" he groans and walk's after her to the theater, "So... this movie is about Barbie? A doll?" he asks.
"Exactly! A live-action movie about the doll"
"...And let me guess. Barbie has a lot of adventures?
"She is EVERYTHING you could ever dreamt of being; she's an astronaut, a doctor, a firefighter, a lawyer, she graduated from every possible career" they enter to the movie theater.
"Wait... she graduated from being..what?-"
"Look! Everyone's in pink clothing! How cool is that!?"
"Why did I agree to this?" he mutters to himself.
They sit of their assigned seats.
"You're not seriously going to... enjoy this?" Revali asks.
"I'm gonna enjoy this with. every. single. cell. in my body-" interrupting your menancing speak, you turn to the source who called you out.
It was Urbosa!!! With Link and Zelda seating besides her.
"Gurl! What are you doing here?! Zelda and Link! Hii guys!" you happily greet and wave at them.
"Wait...why are they here too?"
The guy in the fronts seats recognizes your voice and turns around to greet you, it was Daruk!
"Ayo Daruk! You're also here?! Gosh this is epic" High-fives Daruk.
You feel a gentle hand poking your head, turning you head, Mipha and Sidon were also here!! Seating behind us.
"GUYS!! All the homies are in the house! Let's freaking GOOO!"
Revali is genuinely puzzled at this point "What in the... Why is everyone here?"
All the champions congratulate you for convincing Revali to come watch Barbie "I told you all I could easily managed it! Piece of cake" you brag.
Revali sighs in resignations "This is a nightmare"
"This gotta be the best day of my life!" you rejoice.
"I'm gonna to die of embarrasment. What will everyone think of me now that I've been seen in pink and attending some ridiculous girlie movie that's supposed to be entertaining?! Oh Goddess...
Raising your eyebrow and asks shamelessly to the champions, "Do you guys think Revali's ridiculous for wearing pink and coming to the Barbie movie?"
"Don't you DARE-"
Revali's threat was cutoff by the champions replies.
Urbosa feels glad Revali's here, she thinks his mind need a break from all his intense training and champion's duties. Daruk comments he's glad Revali is trying new stuff out of training stuff. Everyone agrees with both champion's statements.
"Told ya"
Revali is too stunned to say anything, he still can't believe this situation you dragged him into..... or that he's wearing pink.
"You're a little to hard on yourself, just relax" Offers him popcorn.
Taking the popcorn, still shocked and embarrassed, he quietly looks down, a low "...thank you" comes out of his peak.
"It's nothing. Oh! The movie's about to start!"
The movie starts and he's secretly watching it.
After 20 minutes into the movie he slowly starts enjoying it, even admiting to himsef it's quite comical.
He gives up and finally admits he IS enjoying the movie.
Thinks about the Mojo Dojo Casa House a lot.
Eventually chuckles at the funny scenes, keeps it lowkey.
Once the movie is over, you DEFINETELY tease him about how he actually liked the movie.
Even thought he tried to be annoyed, he can't hide the fact he liked it.
And for the cherry on top, you both went to have dinner in a spicy fried chicken restaurant and had a competition of how could it the chicken the fastest....
And of course Revali won, has an advantage considering his peak.
#revali#botw#botw revali#zelda#botw link#link#mipha#botw2#loz#loz botw#loz tears of the kingdom#sidon#urbosa#daruk#botw sidon#tulin#teba#riju#totk#rauru#sonia#totk zelda#botw imagine#botw fanfic
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20 Questions for fic Writers!
—thanks for the tags loves @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @wikiangela 🩵
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
—230
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
—1,349,088
3. What fandoms do you write for?
—mostly buddie, but some teen wolf here and there. used to write a lot for animal kingdom; i miss them 🥲
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
—nobody can do everything (this has over 2k kudos now??!! 🥹)
—if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world)
—five +1 (who allowed me to use this for the title 💀)
—i want to love you (but i don’t know how)
—someone to stay
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
—always! (even if it takes me a while 🙈) i appreciate anyone who takes the time to read and comment on my silly little stories. it genuinely means so much to me 🫶🏼
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
—ohh definitely come back home (version 2) i made myself cry with it 🥺
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
—hmm most my fics have happy endings, after all the angst 😅 but maybe: when i lose my grip, you pull me back (you're my universe) idk i just loved bringing that one full circle!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
—mm not really hate, more like unnecessary comments/feedback? idk it’s not very often thankfully
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
—yess! umm idk mostly soft and sweet or really emotional??
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
—not yet but i’ve had a buddie/chenford one in my wips for forever…maybe i’ll finish it one day…
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
—not that i know of?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
—no. someone asked once but they didn’t have an account so it never really went anywhere
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
—yesss 2...wait 3 with my wife @loserdiaz 🩵 (we need to do another one soon <3333)
—this is my idea of fun (playing video games)
—i don't want to keep secrets just to keep you
—no body, no crime
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
—hmmm there’s so many to chose from! i will say buddie has had me in a chokehold like no other
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
—mmm probably my smutty author!buck…idk maybe one day i won’t hate her
16. What are your writing strengths?
—hmm i tend to just think i’m terrible at everything lmao, but i always get comments that i’m really good at keeping them in character even with all the aus i write!
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
—hmm probably overuse of punctuation or run on sentences ?? i feel like maybe i’m bad with description bc i have such a vivid imagination i forget to write that, but idk
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
—i’ve done it in the past but not in a long time. as long as it’s done tastefully i don’t mind
19. First fandom you wrote for?
—teen wolf (the chokehold that fandom has on me istg)
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
—i always say coastlines which i’m sure y’all are tired of hearing 😅 but she’s my baby girl, the loml and i will never shut up about her
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My dumb stupid “ homework” is done and my job/employment is safe (for now) so why not I give y’all another dimigi idea (dimentio x luigi)
OK this is kind of the same set up as last time in where Luigi, Mario peach and Bowser just finished saving the universe but instead of it being that night he saw dimentio in his dream’s, it took a week for Luigi to hear him in his head
When this first happened, Luigi was scared shitless! at home all alone with Mario not coming back until late in the afternoon the next day!! Which was in hindsight a good thing since it gave him at least a little bit of time to get used to the voice while Mario was not around (that and to make sure he’s not crazy)
That means that once again he doesn’t tell Mario about what’s going on. He doesn’t want to worry him because he saved the universe last week.. (smh)  Mario still saw him jump every once in a while, but it’s small enough, in where Luigi can just pass it off as something silly
With that being said if I heard the voice of a villain, that mind controlled me to help him succeed in destroying the universe in my head saying “ how long does it take to style a tiny fuzzy mustache?”  I would jump Yelp and spin around, using my comb as a weapon too!
He wouldn’t really be able to pass it off as something silly at such a loud yelp
 Ever since that first time dimentio spoke he’s been putting his input on things luigi does in his day to day. At first it was just insults and jabs with an occasional question that isn’t so politely placed. Although, at some point that change to occasional genuine question
And it’s because Luigi always answered his questions, no matter how rudely placed, and when he got his answers, he was fascinated by Luigi’s description of the world and it also got him curious on the green fellow himself
Up the point where he started asking personal questions. When he first did so, it genuinely startled Luigi but for different reasons instead of it just being due to the sudden voice. But just like with any other question, the jester asked Luigi gave him a genuine answer. 
“ what is your favorite place in the entirety of the mushroom kingdom?” dimentio asked as Luigi walked down the woodsy path to his and Mario’s house
….. “the casino” Luigi answered hesitantly, his gaze focused on the ground.
It was dimentio’s turn to be surprised causing a laugh out of the jester,leaving luigi feeling warm
at some point, it became less and less questions about the world and more about Luigi
And At some point along Luigis adventure of getting the disembodied voice out of his head, he became well acquainted with said voice although one day they burst out into an argument (Demento said something about his mustache) so when Mario came into the bathroom with a Weegee screaming at his reflection… you can say that he was concerned
And when Luigi explained to him that the split smiled Villain is talking to him in his head…that it didn’t help with his concerns
In fact it did the exact opposite…
Aaand now he’s in peach’s castle with the two worrying over him…then Bowser joined cuz OF COURSE it’s game night so not only Bowser is here but his best friend Daisy, waluigi and wario were there…it was hectic to say the least
So much so that he had to leave the room to get some air
Dimentio was worried in which surprised him because he never thought that he would ever feel worried for the plumber and yet here he is
He didn’t say anything though, not until Luigi’s heart slowed down it was a simple question. “are you ok?” 
“Oh Um..ya just not used to being the center of attention hehe”
“Hmm well they were being loud and annoying so I did book it out of there too”
 if Luigis Giggle did something to dimentio’s brain that is for him to know and him to know only. “their just concerned… well half of them are” luigi says
“Well I think they should have a bit more faith in you after all you were quite a foe”
Luigi pouts to that yet thanks him nonetheless.
“So what do u plan on doing?” dimentio asked
“Mama Mia I have no clue”
“I think you should march back in there and give them a peace of your mind”
“Hehe….you know what your right!”
“I’m right? I mean obviously but you usually don’t go with my ideas”
“ I am going to kindly give them a piece of my mind”
“Of course” Demento really shouldn’t be surprised but he’s happy nonetheless that Luigi is taking his advice and so with that all being said and done, Luigi stands up and tells the group that they should continue with game night as per usual so he can show them all that he is fine (at least physically)
And so they do
Aaaaaand this post is too long so I’m gonna leave it here and make other posts about these two in this scenario. Sense frankly I have too many ideas 

#luigi#luigi nintendo#dimentio spm#spm#luigi spm#paper mario#paper luigi#dimentio super paper mario#super paper Mario#dimentio/luigi#luigi x dimentio#dimentio x luigi#dimentio#dimentio Nintendo#luigi/dimentio#dimigi#mario nintendo
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L and Matsuda for 002?
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THANK YOU 🎲 ANON!!
How I feel about L: hhhhh sigh. hhh. sighhhshhshsiigggh. honestly? he's kind of like my favourite jumper. he's my number one comfort character ever and I came very close to crying in bed for days after he died. i am not 'typical about this man.
How I feel about Matsuda: he's such a cutie!! teehee!!! look at this silly fella who probably cuts his own hair!! giggling and kicking my feet cause he's funny and silly and would be a good friend doncha think?
All the people I ship romantically with L: Matsuda, Misa, Rie, other people's OCs (if they're shipped with him by their creator xD). Light deserves a mention because while I don't ship LawLight romantically I do think they're an iteration of the "red thread" trope because no matter what time, no matter what place, they'll write history together with a pen filled with their own blood in place of ink. that said I was genuinely surprised that so many people ship them just because I don't see it at all. I don't hate it, there's just nothing that clicks for me when looking at L and Light.
All the people I ship romantically with Matsuda: mostly just L, I've seen Matsu + Misa stuff but I think they'd be cuter friends.
My non-romantic OTP for L: Light 100%. You can't have one without the other. I can't explain all my thoughts about them without a whole post dedicated to it, but anyway, Light is my answer.
My non-romantic OTP for Matsuda: mentioned it above, Misa! They're two sillies and they're both :3 so they're besties and they've probably got matching friendship bracelets.
My unpopular opinion about L: he does eat normal food on a semi-regular basis. specifically, meat, usually I think steak. I hc him as anemic but also Watari wouldn't let L die or become malnourished and there's important things in food that you can't necessarily get in vitamins or tablets. and actually, as someone with anemia, I think L would actually have really strong cravings for rare or medium rare red meat when his iron is low and thus when he eats it he enjoys it.
My unpopular opinion about Matsuda: He's actually really smart, especially with humanities subjects. Just doesn't have great detective skills. A different career path may have been beneficial but he actually really believes in justice, probably more so than L and Light, and he actually QUESTIONS his own sense of justice which leads to more balance. he's such a great guy.
One thing I wish had happened with L in canon: he survived. and actually, I'd just really like to see him solve lots of cases. idk how many/if any he solved outside the anime but you know. a side series where he solves cases and explores the world and has tea parties with Watari would melt my heart.
One thing I wish had happened with Matsuda in canon: honestly I just wish we got to see more of him in general. I wish we got deeper into his character - into everyone's character, actually, they're all a little 2D and it's not just the animation - but yeah. more Matsu. how he works.
My L OTP: I'm not sure if I can pick one HAHAHHS I love all his relationships (well, my headcanons for them) from platonic to father and son to mentor and mentee to enemies together to lovers. yeah. I just like L LMAO but maybe Matsu. hm idk. I hear some people ship him with BB or Naomi and I wanna look into that.
My Matsuda OTP: lowkey L and Matsuda are one of my favourite ships. in Matsu's case I don't really ship him with anyone else so this is the only answer. some of you might have noticed that in my headcanons Matsuda plays Pokémon Go! and L is a Pokémon fan too... hmm... Also I like them cause they're both childish: like yeah L is always calling Matsuda stupid but does he call any other task force members stupid, even when they deserve it? no. arrogant child and silly child. even in non ship situations I think they're actually on similar wavelengths in a way.
My crossover ship for L: (platonic) Saiki K. you can't tell me they wouldn't be best friends come onnnn smnsndndm hehe
My crossover ship for Matsuda: I dunno actually...
A headcanon for L: if he has to wear shoes, he has to wear blue socks. not dark blue or navy, LIGHT, SATURATED BLUE. it's like neon ahhaha. there's little yellow flowers at the hem bits but his jeans cover them.
A headcanon for Matsuda: he doesn't like chips because they're too crunchy. he likes chips though. curly chips. YES I CALL BOTH TYPES CHIPS AND IT MAKES IT HARD TO DISCERN OVER TEXT SHSGYAYDH SORRY
#i read someone else's matsu and L hcs and i can't remember who but i think a little of that got into mine sorry#death note#l lawliet#lei chats#touta matsuda#ships#death note headcanons#lei's death note#lei's lawliet
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