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what if i ,,,,,, force a friend to watch the live tpn movie w me ,,,
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Nothing New
Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)
Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?
Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.
A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!
Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate
All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.
The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.
"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."
"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.
"It's just a month or two, Tae."
You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.
Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.
"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.
"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."
He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.
"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
•••
"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"
"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."
You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.
"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."
She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.
You called her here in the first place.
"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."
"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."
"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."
She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.
"I'll ask them when I see them later today."
You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.
"Okay. Bye!"
She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.
•••
Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.
On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.
On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.
And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.
Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.
They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.
The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.
And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.
How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?
"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."
Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.
"Welp. I'm here. Haha."
Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.
Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.
"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?
"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.
"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."
She turns to you when she speaks her next question:
"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.
"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."
She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.
"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"
You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?
Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.
You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.
"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.
"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"
"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."
Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.
"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."
Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.
"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.
It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.
So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.
And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.
"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."
Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.
As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.
•••
More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.
You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.
You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.
Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.
The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.
Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.
Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.
As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.
You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.
Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.
"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.
"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."
Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.
"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"
"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.
"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"
"Its stupid" you mumble.
Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.
"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.
"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.
"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"
"I don't want to bother you."
"You won't."
"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."
"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."
"But you're tired-"
"Never of taking care of you."
Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.
He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.
The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.
•••
Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.
He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."
Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.
It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:
"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."
All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.
"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."
"Okay?"
"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."
All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.
"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"
The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.
"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."
Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.
Jungkook is the first one to respond:
"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."
Taehyung cuts in next:
"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"
Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.
Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."
•••
It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.
It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.
Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.
Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.
You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.
•••
The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.
You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.
When did they stop looking at you like that?
Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.
"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"
You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.
"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."
She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.
"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."
Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.
"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"
You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.
Jungkook quickly cuts in;
"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"
Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.
"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"
"We'll be fine."
This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.
"Okay thennnn!"
She turns to you:
"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."
She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.
Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.
They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.
As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.
Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.
"Its looking really good guys!"
All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.
"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"
"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.
Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.
"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."
"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."
"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.
"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"
"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.
You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.
"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.
"Did you come in here just to criticize?"
Of course it's Joanna.
"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"
"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"
"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"
"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."
"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."
"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"
You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.
As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.
In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.
The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.
Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.
Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.
The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.
Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.
•••
You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.
You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.
Did they even care you were hurt?
It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.
When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.
"Joanna doesn't like cake."
You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.
You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.
Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.
They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."
Oh.
"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.
"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.
Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."
His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.
"It's okay-"
"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.
You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:
"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?
The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.
"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."
For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.
"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."
You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.
The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.
"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.
The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.
The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.
They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.
You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.
You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.
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How do you feel about the representation ( or lack thereof) in TOH?
I'm not sure to which representation you're referring to but I will try to be comprehensive. Just a note: representation in media is highly subjective; one person may feel seen by a show's representation, another may not. For example, as an ace person, I don't feel like Lilith is good ace rep because it is never even mentioned in the show. It's only in supplemental materials. If your show is going to tout itself as being diverse then the bare minimum you should do is put that diversity front and center so that even the most casual fan can see it.
If you like Lilith's representation or any other character from the show, then I will not take that from you.
The rest will be under the cut.
The biggest draw the show has is its queer representation; we've come a long way from Korrasami, now we have our main character in a sapphic romance that forms a key part of both characters. We have pride flags as a casual part of the background, non-binary characters, and no one angsts over being queer, it's just a normal state of being. I feel like this is the strongest aspect of the show in terms of representation and I'm glad people are feeling seen as a result of it.
Where I feel the show needed more work on was racial/ethnic diversity. TOH is a rather white show; despite Luz being biracial and having poc friends, most other significant characters are white-coded. Eda, Lilith, Amity, Belos, and Hunter are all white or white-coded characters and they take up significant portions of the overall story while Gus, Willow, Raine, and Darius are in supporting roles. This is especially egregious with Gus and Willow since they're the first witches that Luz befriends but they don't have as much focus in the later seasons, especially once Hunter is introduced. It's also worth noting that any kind of character development the non-white characters have is nearly always in relation to white characters: Willow and Amity, Gus and Hunter, Raine and Eda, and Darius and Hunter/the previous Golden Guard.
Another thing that others have pointed out is that despite the number of poc in key roles, the overall aesthetic of the Boiling Isles is very Euro-centric, even in the Deadwardian Era (its name a pun on an English monarch). It's such a missed opportunity to not play around with the overall aesthetic of your show and have it be more unique looking, maybe take influence from real world cultures and apply that to how magic is used based on a character's background.
The show is also touted for its disability representation and neurodivergent characters; however the former is more of a metaphor and the latter wasn't intentional. Fans noticed that Luz displays signs of ADHD and Dana admitted that she wasn't written that way but approves of the interpretation. It's great that fans can project their own head canons and for the creator to be fine with it, but it would have been even better if she was written that way from the start; really show how people perceive her as different because of how she is. We got some of this with how she struggled in school and how she loves learning but not about what the boring topics in school but by then, it's rather late. I feel like the show had a missed opportunity showing how isolated Luz was in the human realm; we got her high jinks and school pranks but nothing really that would make her an outcast and thus want to leave Earth.
Eda's curse as a metaphor for disability has been well-received but it makes me wonder what a disabled witch would look like in the show? Someone who was born with weak magic (Willow doesn't count she was in the wrong track). How would they navigate the track system? What aid would they need to perform basic magic? What prejudice would they face?
We get that in the form of Hunter, who while technically not a witch, functions as a disabled witch. And we get how he had to work twice as hard to earn any decent respect but it's not really because he lacks magic, it's more due to the fact that the coven heads perceive favoritism as the emperor's nephew.
We get some more challenges a disabled witch would face when Eda loses her magic but it doesn't really go anywhere and she utilizes her harpy form and seems to get along fine.
When I think about how disabilities are usually represented as just metaphors in popular media, I think of Toph. In Avatar, Toph is literally blind, there's no metaphor here. But the show is extremely clever depicting how she navigates the world using earth bending and justifies why she is the master of her craft because she was taught by the original earth benders and uses it ALL the time.
TOH could have done something similar by having a character with a real world disability and think of a creative way to show how they utilize the magic in their universe.
Basically, the show is very good at depicting queerness, but could have been better in its disability representation, and definitely dropped the ball on its poc characters.
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riddle-me-ri · 1 year
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A/N: continuing the "ignoring affection" series as I'm dubbing it in my brain, here's the Penguins, me wee colony!
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Reader Ignores the Penguins' Affections
Arkhamverse Penguin: 
Well, what's got you in a sour mood?
He's been over this with you before, he can't always turn business away!
Besides, he always makes up for it! 
Right? He does, doesn't he?
He'll just roll his eyes and scoff but deep down he's actually pretty hurt. 
He's all for teasing.
But this is pretty damn cruel of you, love. 
To his men, he’s more agitated and on edge than normal. 
With you, he’s solemn and quiet. 
When you notice this you are quick to drop the act. 
Oz can’t help but feel relieved when you hug his neck and kiss his cheek again. 
Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin: 
Ozzie is taken aback. 
However, he’s quick to recover. 
You two usually tease each other like this.
Seeing which one bends to their need for the other first. 
Yet, you seem serious, steadfast. Not a fun air about it like usual.
He asks if something’s bothering you. 
Ozzie isn’t convinced when you shrug him off. 
When you two are alone next, he asks again. 
As calm and tender as he can, despite being confused. 
The way his face is soft before knotting up in confusion, breaks you. 
It actually amuses him when you tell him you just wanted to see his reaction.
Gotham Penguin: 
Oswald is going to immediately assume something’s wrong. 
He’s instantly asking you, interrogating you with what could possibly damper your spirits. 
He wants to know so he can snuff it out and have his adoring partner again. 
Oz is dumbfounded when you shrug and say it’s nothing. 
It couldn’t be nothing, it can’t be nothing. 
Do you want him to get down on his knees and beg? 
You know better than to challenge him…
Especially when you and him both know he’d do anything
ANYTHING for you. 
Oswald is about to wince at the pressure of him bending when you stop him. 
You shake your head, you hugged and kissed his head. 
You apologize, it was a dare by Butch and you couldn’t say no. 
Oswald scoffs, but is grateful to have your doting affection back. 
BTAS Penguin: 
Out of most of the pengys…
This one I HIGHLY suggest you don’t do this to. 
Unlimited is a close second, but BTAS takes the cake to likely being hurt. 
If you for some reason choose to do this, please don’t do it for long. 
His face would fall, he will be confused…
Then his mind would start spiraling, spiraling about something he dreaded.
You’re no longer attracted to him, you just pitied him.
Now you’re tired of him, no longer looking forward to his hand kisses or warm embraces. 
Even if you do aid him, tell him you were just messing around..
It may ease him, but it will take awhile to ease him long-term..
He will revert back to being unsure and cautious. 
TNBA Penguin: 
Oswald doesn’t think too much of it at first. 
He understands being preoccupied with something. 
When he gets a moment alone with you for a moment, he closes his eyes and puckers.
Nothing, but the faint breeze of you walking away from him. 
Okay, something is definitely up. 
He asks if something was troubling you. 
You just shake your head, you’re fine, just busy, it’s nothing…
Excuses…excuses…
Oswald is adamant to get to the bottom of this. 
However, when he chases after you, he sees you smiling as you softly laugh to yourself.
Ooohh, you absolute tease.
Be warned, two can play at this game.
Telltale Penguin: 
Oz rolls his eyes, annoyed. 
Fine, be that way then!
He doesn’t know what he said or did to piss you off. 
But he thought you’d atleast be fair enough to atleast tell him. 
Not just turn away from him anytime he tried to hold you or kiss you. 
This is normal for when you were upset with him.
But he genuinely can’t think of what he did wrong. 
Whenever this happened in the past, he made efforts to change where he could.
He felt he has, so what’s the big deal now?
Soon he hears you giggling. Something about how pouty he looked. 
Oz groans, so you were just purely messing with him. 
You’re really cruel you know that?
One Bad Day Penguin: 
Ozzie is perplexed. 
What’s gotten into you?
He tries not to let it get to him. 
Carrying on with his other day by day duties.
But you still plagued his mind. 
You were passing by the hallway and when he tried to wrap an arm around your waist you dodged him. 
He began growing frustrated, there was never a problem he couldn’t solve. 
Oz asks Lili if she has any idea. 
Oz is surprised when Lili bursts out laughing. 
Apparently it was all some elaborate prank between you and her. 
Oz grumbles, rolling his eyes. 
But you turn his frown upside down when you finally kiss his cheek.
The Batman (2004) Penguin:
Ozzie gets pretty annoyed. 
He doesn’t get it, what’s the big idea?
Did someone get you upset? What happened? 
Just tell him please!
Whatever he’s gotta do, he’ll do it. 
Ozzie is practically whining like a child at this point. 
If it’s nothing, why are you dodging him, huh? 
Eventually you give in, giggling. 
You were just teasing him? Just to see how he’d react? 
What kinda sadist are you?
Well, you got your answer…can he get some love now? 
Batman Unlimited Penguin: 
Oswald is dumbfounded. 
What’s gotten into you?
Surely it wasn’t someday of major significance…right? 
Yet you keep turning away from him every time he tried to touch you.
Did it finally catch up to you that you deserve more than him as a partner? 
Oswald’s worst fear? 
You notice his eyes start getting glossed over…
You realize too soon you may have taken it too far. 
Your arms instantly wrap around Oswald as you kiss his nose. 
Apologizing relentlessly, you were just teasing, seeing how he’d react. 
Oswald lets out a long sigh of relief, you’re not mad at him or sick of him! 
That reassurance means more than anything, as he easily forgives you.
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catt-126 · 1 year
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>Hard to Love* ੈ✩‧₊˚
ʚĭɞೃ; Part 6: Back in time
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Summary: Y/N is in their Junior year taking sciences, and has been elected as the Class Procter for the current year, as Class Procter she must fullfill certain objectives, but what happens when she runs into someone who claims to know her from her past?
Warnings: Bullying/Ab*se, Implied S*icide, Swearing
Story Notes: B/N = Boy Name
♡> prev here next <♡ Masterlist <-
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>Play date: Kunikuzishi and Y/N; 2 years old.
"PLEASEEE!"
"No...I DON'T WANT TO!"
"Pleaseeeeee!!!"
"No!!"
"Aaaaughh... one time only!"
"Mmph...fine"
"Yaaay! Mm..Look! you look like a pretty princess now!"
"I'm not a girl..."
"Ugh, Kuni..ku..shu- Kuni! just play along, don't be party pooper!"
>Maths: Kunikuzushi and Y/N; 6 years old.
"N/N..what's 4 × 3?"
"I dunno maybeee, TWO HUNDRED!"
"What about...seven hundred!"
"..Ohhh I get it! because 4 + 3 is 7!! and the answer must be a BIGGG number!"
"Yeah!!"
>Bullying: Y/N and Them; 9 years old.
"Y/N and B/N sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
"Guys, it's not funny anymore!"
"Oooh you're just saying that because you likee him!"
"I do not! it's getting annoying you better cut it off!!"
"Or what?!"
"I'll have to ..i'll tell ma'am!"
"It's just a joke jeez.."
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"Hah, you and him most probably got something going on!, I bet you got him in your be-"
"The others stopped but, what's your problem?! Can you just stop it? It's not funny anymore!!"
"Who are you to tell me to stop?!"
"What do you me-"
"Get over it you bitch!"
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
>... : Scaramouche and Y/N; Age 9.
"...You okay?"
"..."
"Y/N-"
"NO SCARAMOUCHE I'M NOT OKAY! YOU THINK I'M OKAY AFTER GETTING BEAT UP OVER SOMETHING SO PETTY?"
"H-hey calm dow-"
"No! i'm..i'm tired, s-sorry..I just wanna go home.."
???: Scaramouche and Y/N: Age 13.
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"Y/N"
"Y/N"
"Oh! sorry.."
"Sighh... C'mon focus on the work"
"Oh, right"
It was Mr. Zhongli's class and he had arranged the class in the pairs that were made a few weeks prior. The class was silent but a few whispers were heard.
The atmosphere between you two was still stuffy, the weekend was a bit awkward..
For some reason, since that day you haven't been able to sit calmly, something is keeping you on the edge. Maybe it was because you're nervous? Or maybe you felt guilty? Whatever it was, was bothering you non-stop.
"Why are you silent? normally your mouth can't shut up.."
"Hm.." Something was holding you back from replying to him, it almost felt as if you didn't want to get too close to him.
"..What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He didn't pry any further and instead just shrugged.
There was a eary silence between you two now, until he decided to break it.
"You wanna come with me during break?"
"Can't...busy and not in the mood."
"Busy? with?"
"Things."
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Scaramouche POV ♡:
'She's stubborn..'
He had his head resting on his hand as he fidgeted with a pencil as Y/N typed words into the word document. He looked to his right where Y/N was sitting, and he noticed heavy eye bags under her eyes. He had noticed them before weeks ago but, they looked worse now.
"Did you not sleep?"
"Kinda"
'Does she hate me or something?'
He was about to say something but was cut off by a "Ding!"
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He took out a small packet filled with little soft candies, "Hey, do you want one?"
"No, it's oka-"
"Just take it." He quickly shoved a few in your hand and put the packet back inside.
"It's okay reall-"
"I don't wanna hear it."
"..Thanks" She quitely put them aside and went back to the word document. He had a light grumble from her stomach, "Did you not eat breakfast?"
"I don't eat breakfast"
"Then have one of the candies I gave you atleast"
"Not in the mood.."
"..Do you get lunch at school?"
"No.."
"That's..not healthy"
"Hm..uh sorry I have to use the bathroom..",She quickly got up in a hurry and went out the classroom. After a few seonds, Xiangling went after her with a slight worried expression.
The bell for break rung and all of a sudden Xingqui and Chongyun walked up to Scaramouche who was cleaning up Y/N's things, "May I ask, what happened to Y/N?" Xingqui whispered trying not to make a scene. "Did you say something to her?", Chongyun seemed a bit defensive..
"What? No we were just talking she seemed a but off so I tried to make small talk, we talked about a few things but, I asked her if she had breakfast she said no, I said that's not healthy, then she kinda just walked off?" ,Scaramouche had started over explaining, it became a habit of his after that day.
"Ah I see...Well! Thankyou for looking out for her!", Xingqui gave a slight smile, then walked off.
'I..I should check up on her soon..' As he was thinking, his thoughts were cut off by someone, "Soo, loverboyy did my plan work?" 'Fuck you Ajax.' "No, it scared her away, thanks for nothing loser" "Ouch.. sorry?"
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shiningwonderland · 10 months
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Ren Jinguji (Repeat)
Translator: Becca (twitter: futureduelistgx) Proofreader: Lala (twitter: i_am_gamer), Raz (twitter: agnadance), Nadie (twitter: nmoniag) Editors: Snail (twitter: herbert_snail), Lacey (twitter: fairyharp), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)
April — Clumsy étude
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You reall~y are a dazzling person.
People that aspire to be idols really are different.
Ren Jinguji: Hm, what’s wrong, My Lady?
When he notices that I was staring, Jinguji-san smiles back at me.
Haruka Nanami: It’s nothing.... Um, well....
Oh wow, he’s too dazzling. The more I look at him, the more I feel as if he's someone from another world, so I turn away.
Ren Jinguji: Oh, stay right there. Don’t move....
Huh?
He puts his hand on my face and gently traces my cheek with his finger.
Ren Jinguji: Your exquisitely beautiful face is marred by this dirt.
Dirt?
Oh, perhaps some got on me when I was looking for the key….
Ren Jinguji: There, perfect. Hmmm. You are indeed beautiful.
While he's staring at me, he smiles.
Select the phrase!
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I am t-truly sorry! (+20 Love +0 Music)
Ren Jinguji: What are you apologizing for?
Haruka Nanami: Ah, well, I troubled you... and for that I sincerely apologize.
Ren Jinguji: Not at all. I would have done it without a second thought.
Haruka Nanami: Ah, um…. You said that too, that moment at the car, when you helped me… I don’t know what to say....
Also when you found and returned my handkerchief… Jinguji-san, you are really kind... I wonder if I can repay your kindness somehow.
Ren Jinguji: Don’t worry, it wasn’t a problem. I couldn’t stand around doing nothing after seeing you being so charming....
Come on, let’s go. We’re going to get scolded by the Boss if we’re late.
As he casually holds my shoulder, we continue to walk.
He gently guides me as a gentleman would escort a lady.
He is a complete natural at this, acting as if this is something normal, however….
Haruka Nanami: Oh, u-um....
H-his hand... i-is resting on my shoulder... my heart is beating so fast... will it ever stop?
Is this really okay…?
Ren Jinguji: What is it, My Lady? Is something wrong?
Wow.... His smile is dazzling.
Haruka Nanami: ... Oh, it’s nothing.
You don't have to walk with me. It’s okay. I want to say that to him, but no words come out.
My heart continues to pound in my chest until we arrive at the assembly hall.
I’ve never been this close to a man before, especially one so gentle... there are so many first times occurring today that it’s making me dizzy.
Jinguji-san.... Not only is he beautiful, but he is also very kind... and his voice....
A unique, seductive voice with a strong presence, but with a bit of melancholy buried within.
I want to hear him sing. I want to feel his music.
Even though you’re not doing anything... your very existence inspires me to create something. You’re an amazing person.
I'm pretty sure we'll never talk like this again.
He is a person whose existence is far beyond my reach.
Nonetheless, I think it’s a miracle that someone with such a brilliant aura would want to talk to someone like me.
Oh, thank goodness! This school has many wonderful things in store!
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After that, the entrance ceremony ends and I find myself walking alone in the hallway....
Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, oh no. Uwa...!
A girl carrying a bunch of flyers falls right in front of me.
Haruka Nanami: U-um... are... you alright?
I hold out my hand for the girl.
Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah. I guess I’m okay. Thanks.... Gosh, how am I the one forced to do these tasks as soon as I get to this school?
Haruka Nanami: Ah, let me help you.
Tomochika Shibuya: Really, are you sure? Thank you. You’re a nice person. What’s your name?
Haruka Nanami: Um... I’m Haruka Nanami.
Tomochika Shibuya: I’m Tomochika Shibuya. You can call me Tomochika. And I’ll call you Haruka.
Haruka Nanami: Okay... then, Tomo-chan.
Tomochika Shibuya: Tomo-chan... huh. That’s fine too. Well? What class are you in, Haruka? I’m in A Class by the way.
Haruka Nanami: Oh... I’m in S Class.
Tomochika Shibuya: Really!? Wow. Are you in that course as an idol?
Haruka Nanami: Actually... I’m in the composition course.
Tomochika Shibuya: You’re joking! Really? You’re even around the same age as me.... Wow, you’re impressive! ...
After that, we talk a lot and I discover Tomo-chan and I are in the same dorm. On that day, we become good friends.
For the first time in my whole entire life....
I actually made a human friend!!
Ah! I’m being blessed by so many happy things! ! I’m glad to be alive. Thank goodness!
From there, we deliver the flyers safely to the staff room. However, while we're walking down the hallway back to class....
Female Student A: Ah~. Jinguji-sama... I just watched that TV special ‘The World’s Amazing 100 Richest People’!
Of course, the interior of your home was beautiful, but I became a fan immediately after seeing you give the viewers a tour.
Female Student B: Ah, about this... I heard Jinguji-sama was enrolling in this school, so I baked you cookies....
Jinguji-san is surrounded by many girls.
Ren Jinguji: Thank you. I’m flattered.
Female Student A: Well, I-I brought a lunch box. If you want, maybe we could have lunch together....
Ren Jinguji: Did you... make the lunch box yourself?
Female Student A: Y-yes!
Ren Jinguji: That’s wonderful. I’m honored to receive your affections. Okay, let’s all go to the rooftop at noon.
Female Student A: O-okay. Thank you very much.
The girl stares at Jinguji-san, mesmerized.
Tomochika Shibuya: Whoa.... Look at that crowd! And in the center of it... Ren Jinguji...? I listened to their conversation and.... Wow.
Haruka Nanami: Tomo-chan, do you know him?
Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah, well, he’s famous. He’s part of the Jinguji Group, right?
Haruka Nanami: Yes.
I think the Jinguji Group is a huge Japanese company whose corporate power rivals the Hijirikawa Group.
Tomochika Shibuya: He’s the third son of that family and incredibly wealthy. Moreover, because he’s good-looking with that demeanor, girls naturally flock to him.
If one’s selling point is being a celebrity, as long as they got good looks, the mass media and the entertainment industry will latch onto them.
Lately, he’s been in specials about celebrities and appearing on TV and in magazines, so he’s pretty popular. That’s why he’s got fans right after he enrolled.
But with family connections, he should just go ahead and debut. Why did he even bother coming here?
Huh? What’s that about? For some reason, she seems pretty irritated.
Haruka Nanami: ... Tomo-chan, do you dislike Jinguji-san?
Tomochika Shibuya: I don’t hate him as a person, it’s just troublesome how girls around him start bickering with each other when there’s somebody like him around.
I've only heard rumors, but he really is impressive. It bothers me that he seems naturally that way.
However, even though everyone knows that there’s no hope if you end up liking that sort of person, people end up getting serious anyway.
In the end, you only wind up with a broken heart and being completely hurt, but of course it usually ends up being my job to comfort for some reason.
I would be fine if it was just that. I don’t mind mediating fights between girls or saying complaints directly to whomever, but....
People called me a meddlesome hag behind my back when I was in middle school and it was just sooooo annoying!
Haruka Nanami: That seems like it was d-difficult.
Tomochika Shibuya: Yeah, it was difficult! That’s why I don’t have a good impression of that type.
And, because they’re kind to everyone, you can't monopolize their time.
If you can enjoy it for what it is, it’s fine, but if you get serious with that sort of person, then you’ll just suffer.
You don’t seem like you would get involved with that type and that’s okay, but I still think you should be careful.
Haruka Nanami: Th-there’s no reason for me to be careful, I am not worthy for Jinguji-san, I feel like I shrink whenever I try to talk to him....
I think Jinguji-san is kind, charming, and wonderful, but....
We come from different worlds. I admire his brilliance and aura, but he is unreachable like the sun.
Tomochika Shibuya: So... you admire him? Everybody suffers because it doesn’t end with just admiration....
Haruka Nanami: ???
Someone appears.
Ren Jinguji: Hi, ladies. You two look like you’re having fun, what are you talking about??
Haruka Nanami: Oh. Jinguji-san. We were talking about you just now....
Tomochika Shibuya: Ah, you dummy!!
Suddenly, Tomo-chan covers my mouth. Why?
Tomochika Shibuya: Er... yes, actually, I was just talking about how Jinguji-san is really popular. Must be hard to be surrounded by girls every day, right?
But with excellent looks and substantial wealth, it’s probably not easy for you, right?
Tomo-chan talks smoothly while putting on a face.
It’s true though. If you are surrounded by so many people then you will surely have no time to relax.
Ren Jinguji: That's not true! It pains me to think that I am unable to pay attention to all girls equally.
Tomochika Shibuya: Hmm. So what you mean is that you love everyone equally?
Suddenly, Tomo-chan's eyes narrow.
Ren Jinguji: Of course. You two as well~.
He winks while saying that. Every single one of his gestures are so beautiful that I find myself gazing at them.
Tomochika Shibuya: When you take your equal love for everybody too far, don’t you get tired of all the trouble that follows you?
Ren Jinguji: I spare no effort to make sure that doesn’t happen. I don’t want to cause unhappiness for any of you lovely ladies.
Tomochika Shibuya: I see…. It seems you’ve been thinking about this, more or less. I guess you’ve got it all worked out for yourself.
Ren Jinguji: Thank you. I’m pleased that you approve. I certainly want to get along well with you both.
Jinguji-san looks at us and smiles.
Haruka Nanami: Eh, ah, well, that’s more than enough. Because Jinguji-san’s existence is... already like a miracle. So, um....
Get along well?! I’m fine just gazing from afar from a corner of a room!!
Haruka Nanami: You have a brilliant aura, especially your voice! Your voice is so lovely… and your singing voice... I think it’s very dazzling….
Your tone is brimming with confidence, sophistication, and is on point, but it’s not just that. There’s a depth there as well, tinged with a little sorrow.
T-this is strange. Usually I don’t talk so much. Now I can’t seem to stop.
Haruka Nanami: From when we first met, there is this melody still playing in my head, so… what I mean is… that you’re just that amazing of a person....
I want him to sing this way. This melody would suit him. These thoughts keep looping in my head.
But I'm sure I won’t be able to make the most of his talent, with my current ability.
However, I am very drawn to him. My wish to create a song for him is unreachable and yet grips my heart.
Haruka Nanami: I’m not the kind of person that should come close to you....
Ren Jinguji: That is completely untrue…. And this is the first time I’ve been praised for my voice. Thank you.
Haruka Nanami: Huh!! Really? Even though it’s such a lovely voice....
I wonder why?
When I tilt my head while thinking that, Tomo-chan looks at me with a strange look on her face.
Tomochika Shibuya: Wow, an ordinary girl would pay attention to looks or the status of being the son of a distinguished family. Rather, people not interested in those things are rare I think.
Haruka Nanami: Well, because, I think voice is important! A voice this wonderful is rare!!
Ren Jinguji: I’m pleased to hear you being so passionate about me. But, is my charm... only in my voice?
Jinguji-san, amused, smiles at me with a slight chuckle.
Haruka Nanami: Of course, that’s not all. There are lots of elements that provide excitement musically, such as your presence, atmosphere, and aura.
I feel like all of these things are part of your voice, and thinking about how many different expressions your voice is capable of is so exciting.
Ren Jinguji: Musically...? I guess the voice is the most important part.
Haruka Nanami: Yes! I don’t understand anything other than music.
Ren Jinguji: Is it possible you don't understand love either?
Haruka Nanami: Love?
Ren Jinguji: If that’s the case, shall I teach you?
He smiles sweetly at me and entwines my hair around his finger.
Select the phrase!
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Yes, please do! (+20 Love +0 Music)
I nodded cheerfully.
Ren Jinguji: You’re rather enthusiastic.
Haruka Nanami: Yes, I’m happy that you’re teaching me things I don’t know. I should listen carefully because you’re going out of your way to teach me. Oh, let me take some notes....
When I take a notepad and ballpoint pen from my bag, Jinguji-san laughs at me for some reason.
Ren Jinguji: I’d rather you write in the notepad of your heart.
He says that and takes the notepad out of my hands.
Tomochika Shibuya: Ah! Erm, u-uh.... We have to go do a thing.
Haruka Nanami: Huh?
Tomo-chan pulls me away to the other side of the hallway.
Tomochika Shibuya: Phew, that was a close one. I told you to be careful earlier and yet that happened. You’re too careless.
Haruka Nanami: Wait? What?
Tomochika Shibuya: To someone that's honest and inexperienced in love, the more dangerous someone like him is....
I think he was simply teasing you a bit, but.... That was dangerous. This is less about him and more about you....
Haruka Nanami: Um... what do you mean?
Tomochika Shibuya: I’m telling you not to fall in love with him.
Haruka Nanami: I’m not in love with him, I just think he’s wonderful. Is it bad that I think that? People with a voice like that are so rare!
Tomochika Shibuya: It depends on the type of love but... it’s probably pointless to say this to you now, but you shouldn’t get too close to him.
Judging by our conversation earlier with him, he’s far more talented than I thought, and well, I guess he’s doing a fine job. I wonder what would happen… when he’s up against an airhead....
Actually, you’re an unknown variable. Even if he plans on going about doing his usual thing, there is a chance that you would fall in love with him unexpectedly.
Well, I hope you won’t get heartbroken....
Haruka Nanami: Thank you, but don’t worry about me. Jinguji-san is such an admirable and dazzling person that I’m afraid to get close to him.
Tomochika Shibuya: Really? We’ll see, but... if something happens, tell me.
Taking care of you is a piece of cake for me!
Tomo-chan pounds her chest while saying that.
Haruka Nanami: Thank you!!!
Tomochika Shibuya: Well then, my class is here. I’ll see you later.
Tomo-chan says that while waving goodbye and enters her classroom.
Haruka Nanami: She was such a nice person…. We’re going to be roommates for this year…. I’m so glad.
As long as I’m here at this academy, I feel like I can finally fulfill my wish to have a normal school life.
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Ryuya Hyuga: Hey you guys, get seated.
The teacher comes in as soon as I get to the classroom.
Ryuya Hyuga: I think some of you already know, but I’m the homeroom teacher, Ryuya Hyuga. I’m currently an active idol.
Well, right now I’m taking more acting roles. I’m not really the type to be an idol to begin with.
He says that with a shrug.
Hyuga-sensei is an amazing person who is also a director of the Shining Office while actively working as an idol.
He is a person with a very strong sense of justice who won’t overlook wrongdoings and slams them down with the hammer of retribution.
And, it is said that a person will not be able to work in the entertainment industry if he dislikes them.
Ryuya Hyuga: There’s a reason I’m not doing singing work now, but I do have a track record as a singer.
Also, I’m familiar with the sound equipment around here, so you can always come and ask questions if you don't know something.
Don’t be shy, and don’t think about procrastinating either. Just confront it head-on.
Your future will be determined by how hard you work this year. Don't cut corners, and put all your power into learning. Got it?
Hyuga-sensei starts explaining about Saotome Academy and how to use the facilities on campus.
Although our school is an idol training school, it specializes in developing idol singers.
That’s how, by providing a composition course alongside, it becomes a way for idols and composers to debut immediately after graduation.
From this time starting in April, composers and idols form a pair, aiming to debut together.
And in most cases after debuting, the idol will sing the songs made by the composer who teamed up with them.
Of course, the composer creates songs, but the singer must produce them.
A person's life will be in my hands. That thought scares me a little.
Everyone who came to this class is highly talented, it wouldn’t even be weird if a lot of them debuted right away.
... Am I really good enough though...?
Ryuya Hyuga: Well, that's enough explanation.
Starting today you should decide on a partner to compete alongside you for this year… no, for even after you debut.
Of course, you won't understand everything about each other after just one self-introduction.
With that, only "luck" can tell if you get along with your partner or not.
However, you can increase the probability of your "luck."
That doesn't mean you can slack off in your introductions. You all have a choice, but don’t forget that you also have to get chosen!
Everyone in the class responds Yes! with a loud voice.
And so, the introductions begin.
Tokiya Ichinose: I’m Tokiya Ichinose.16 years old. My special skill is... well. If I had to pick one I guess it would be singing.
Ichinose-san doesn't say anything that seems to self-promote but only mentions his age and name.
However, immediately after, he sings a song a capella. That song is just too wonderful.
Everyone understands that he doesn’t need to say anything more after his song.
His skill as a singer to firmly captivate the listeners would put even professionals to shame. I think it's strange how he hasn't yet debuted.
And then there's Syo-kun.
Syo Kurusu: Alright. Yours truly is next.
He declares that he will become a big idol in the future and for some reason begins to perform karate.
I don't really understand the relationship between idols and karate, but Syo-kun's movements are still amazing.
At first, Syo-kun shows off his stances by himself, then all of a sudden Hyuga-sensei gets interested and joins in with Syo-kun's movements, so the tension increases.
It isn’t a match, so their moves aren't used on each other.
But….
I think for a moment their fists will collide with each other’s faces if they stop just a second too late.
Everyone in the class gulps as they watch their dueling performance unfold.
The two don't exchange words, but when everything is finished, they smile with satisfaction at almost the same time.
There is a special air between the two of them, as if they were old friends.
And then, it's Jinguji-san’s turn.
Ren Jinguji: My name is Ren Jinguji. I’m an Aquarius, blood type B, 17 years old. My hobby is....
While saying that, Jinguji-san takes the hand of the girl who is sitting next to him and kisses it.
Ren Jinguji: Pleasing women~.
Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
High-pitched squeals resonate throughout the classroom.
Ren Jinguji: And my special skill is... the saxophone.
Ryuya Hyuga: Ooh, the sax, huh? Can you play it right now?
Ren Jinguji: Of course. I thought something like this might happen so I brought it along~.
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It is a very sexy performance. Maybe one could say that there is mellowness in the sound?
In Jinguji-san's case, he has an amazing presence and he is naturally sexy to begin with. That is also reflected in every note he plays.
Besides, his face while playing the saxophone is very serious, it's very... very attractive.
His voice is so enthralling too but... the way he makes that sound.
His presence, aura, voice… and this expressiveness and musicality.
It’s as if he was really born to become an idol.
Stealing everyone’s hearts. Like a true idol that everyone can’t help but worship.
Then, as I watch Jinguji-san intently, he seems to notice my gaze and winks at me.
... Ba-dump.
My heart thumps. For some reason, it’s beating really fast....
Ren Jinguji: How was it? Did my melody reach your heart?
Select the phrase!
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That was cool (+10 Love +10 Music)
Haruka Nanami: T-that... was so... cool.
Ren Jinguji: That’s good to hear. It looks like you were pleased with my melody of love. What I played just now... was dedicated to you, My Lady.
With that said, Jinguji-san’s smiling face looks really happy.
Haruka Nanami: T-thank you very much!!
Ren Jinguji: You’re very welcome.
Jinguji-san smiles brightly with a slight bow of his head, looking almost like a divine being.
Wow, a supreme smile.
And then.... Finally, it's my turn.
W-what on earth should I say in front of such a large number of people...?
Haruka Nanami: Hu....h, uhm....
Ryuya Hyuga: What’s the matter? Nanami, hurry up.
A-anyway.
Select the phrase!
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Talk about composing. (+0 Love +10 Music)
Haruka Nanami: Y...yes...well, I’m....
I came to this school because I want to be a composer.
Why can't I just say that?
Ren Jinguji: It’s at times like these when I have to step in, right?
Suddenly, Jinguji-san smiles and stands up.
Ren Jinguji: This Lady is Haruka Nanami. She's a lovely girl who desires to become a composer.
Haruka Nanami: Ah, o-oh no, I’m sorry I made Jinguji-san go through that trouble....
I need to do something myself before making any more trouble.
Haruka Nanami: U-um... I’m Haruka Nanami. I am 15 years old. I-I look forward to working with....
Whack.
I bow so vigorously that I hit my head on the back of the chair of the person seated in front of me.
H-huh...? I feel... so... dizzy.
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Haruka Nanami: Hngh....
Ren Jinguji: Good morning. Are you finally awake?
When my eyes open, the first thing that jumps into my view is Jinguji-san’s smiling face.
Haruka Nanami: !!!
I am so surprised that I jumped out of bed.
Select the phrase!
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...Is this a dream? (+20 Love +5 Music)
Ren Jinguji: Why do you think that?
Haruka Nanami: ... I-I should have been in the classroom, but now I’m here in my room... with Jinguji-san in front of me....
Ren Jinguji: I see, so you even want to meet me in your dreams. I’m charmed, actually. But this is no dream.
You hit your head and lost consciousness so I got worried. Are you feeling better now?
Haruka Nanami: Y-yes, somehow.... B-by any chance, did Jinguji-san carry me here?
Ren Jinguji: Yes, that’s why I’m in front of you right now.
Haruka Nanami: O-oh, I am very sorry. Thank you very much for that!!
Um. I'm all right now, so we should head back quickly. I mean, there is also the thing about choosing a partner after all....
I don’t want to cause you any more trouble....
Ren Jinguji: You don’t have to worry about that. Because you’re my partner.
Haruka Nanami: Wha.....? What did you just say?
Am I getting deaf? I feel like he just said something really amazing.
Me, Jinguji-san’s partner? No way! No way! No way!
There is no way something straight out of a dream like that would ever happen!
I'm sure I misheard him. That is what I’ve decided.
Ren Jinguji: Idols and composers are of one body and mind. Two as one precious whole. That is me and you.
Haruka Nanami: ... Oh? R-really.... B-but why?
So I didn’t mishear?? Is this really real?
This is impossible.... Jinguji-san and I are like the day and night.
Our entire existence is too different. Standing next to each other cannot be good.
Ren Jinguji: If I had to say a reason then maybe "fate"?
Haruka Nanami: F... fate?
Ren Jinguji: You and I ended up like this because of "fate." You don’t have a reason to object to what the gods have decided. Am I right?
Haruka Nanami: ....
Is there really such a convenient "fate"? I wonder if this is a dream and I will return to yesterday once I wake up.
Ren Jinguji: I have decided on the Little Lamb....
Jinguji-san says this while gently narrowing his eyes.
Haruka Nanami: ....
Why did Jinguji-san choose me? There is not even one thing I have to offer to make this fair....
While I'm deep in thought, Jinguji-san sighs deeply.
Ren Jinguji: What more can I say to convince you to believe me...? While I was carrying you, Ryuya-san asked me what I’ll do about my partner.
Ren Jinguji: So I told him, “I've decided that my partner will be this girl, you know.”
Oh, I see... so that’s how it happened.
B-but, putting that aside, I don't think it's a good idea to decide on an important partner like that.
Not to mention, it was my fault....
Haruka Nanami: T-that would cause a lot of trouble for you... but, you know you can still change....
Ren Jinguji: A man doesn’t go back on his word. You are my partner, Little Lamb.
Besides, I couldn’t just leave you after you had collapsed.
While saying that, Jinguji-san kisses the back of my hand.
Ren Jinguji: And to tell you the truth, you saved me a bit. If we had begun to select partners there would have probably been a fight to a greater or lesser extent.
Seeing a hurt woman is a painful thing. However, if I make the decision before they ask me, then I’m sure they shouldn’t object.
I imagine walking out of a classroom with an unconscious girl in your arms would leave quite an impression. In any case, that should’ve convinced everyone.
Haruka Nanami: But is it really okay if it’s me? Jinguji-san’s idol aura is amazing, so will my song live up to that....
O-of course, I will do my best! But... I don’t have much talent... so I’m sorry….
You could choose a more talented person, if you wanted to....
Ren Jinguji: I don’t care about that actually. I'm not interested in music or idols.
I came to this school because of family circumstances. It was never my intention to come here. It’s fine, even if I don’t become an idol, I don’t care about music either.
So, the Lady shouldn’t worry about me and just write a song she likes.
Haruka Nanami: ....
He doesn’t care? About music?
Haruka Nanami: Um, I can’t do anything other than write songs but.... If you reject music, I think I can't be of any help so….
Ren Jinguji: Don’t say that about yourself. There is infinite potential hidden in you, Lady. You will surely blossom someday.
There is no guarantee that the talent heaven granted you is only one. You should know more about your own charm, don’t you think? Anyway, I look forward to this next year with you.
Haruka Nanami: Oh… I'm an incompetent person, but I look forward to working with you as well.
I reply, kneel and bow while lightly touching the floor with the tips of my hands.
Ren Jinguji: Me too. I have high hopes for you. For all sorts of things… okay?
As he says that, Jinguji-san smiles sweetly at me.
Even so, is it really okay for someone who has such a great presence to team up with me who is so extremely plain?
Jinguji-san told me it would be okay, but I must do my best to not drag him down.
Mini Game
Ryuya Hyuga: Alright, let’s start this private lesson~. That’s right. We’ll test your sense of rhythm before starting the composition class.
For composers, rhythm is the most basic of basics. From here on out, study hard and learn all you can!
First I will show you the pattern. After that, you’re gonna continue.
So, let’s begin.
S Rank
Ren Jinguji: Amazing. I don't think it's mere coincidence that I ended up choosing you. With your compositions and my singing put together, don't you agree that we're unstoppable?
When I tell Jinguji-san about my test results, he's very happy for me. I want to get good results next time too.
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kermitkrqb · 2 years
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Sober || Hunter Sylvester x reader
A/N: Ngl it felt weird to call it 'prom' instead of formal like we do in Australia.
What to expect: Fem reader, strangers to lovers, alcohol consumption, giggly drunks
Prom was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be the perfect night. You'd spent thirteen years of schooling fantasising about the moment you got to pick out the dress. Fantasising about the moment someone would sweep you off of your feet and ask you out as their date. If not that, then fantasising about the grand entrance you and your friends would make in some extravagant rental car you couldn't dream of affording. But, that's all it was- a fantasy. Well, at least most of it. You had a pretty decent dress but, that was about it.
The soft, coloured lights of the venue swept over you as you leaned against the wall at the back. It was pretty nice, you were surprised that the school actually decided to splurge for the night. Half the time, Glenwood Lake High wouldn't even consider repairing the AC in their classrooms unless they were absolutely sure they've gotten the most out of them. You looked at the scene in front of you, you had spent thirteen years creating a false fantasy. Prom was so boring. It was so crowded in the hall yet, everyone was so divided. Friend groups were clustered together, occasionally bopping their heads to the PG 13 music, and if they were brave enough- they might have even mingled with the group next to them. Other than that, prom really was just decent (not even free) food to compensate for thirteen years of effort.
Reluctantly, you peeled yourself off of the wall to get another cup of punch as to look busy. You poured the contents of the jug into your cup and took a sip, sighing as you felt the familiar burn in the back of your throat. Someone had spiked it. Classic. Normally, you'd be excited to stumble across free booze but, right now you'd be happier to get drunk with actually decent company. As if on que, someone had stumbled into you. Luckily, your drink didn't spill, and your dress was in fact safe. You turn around to be met with a tall figure with half a shaved head, "I am so sorry, some idiot spilt a shit ton of- whatever it is on the floor and I slipped-" You shifted into a look of mock offense, "I was that idiot." The tall brunette's face paled further than it already was before and you burst out into laughter, "Oh my god, I'm kidding, you're fine. Besides, this is probably the most interesting thing that's happened tonight." You offered him a smile, "I'm Y/n." The tall boy visibly relaxed before he offered a grin of his own, "Hunter."
Hunter went to grab some punch of his own before you stopped him, "It's spiked just so you know. In case you were planning to drive yourself home after this." He continued despite your warnings, "My friend's driving me home, thanks for letting me though." It's silent for a moment, and you're about to walk away when he continues, "Wanna get drunk and ditch? This place has a pretty nice garden just outside and the both us could use the company." Your painted lips curl up in a smile, "Yeah, I'd like that." Just before the two of you go to leave the venue, Hunter snags the jug of spiked punch and two cups with him. You raise an eyebrow, "Way to be subtle." He turns towards you, "Oh please, like they'll notice. They're all too busy standing in their awkward circles." "Huh, I guess so."
Hunter finally guides the two of you to the garden outside. It's a fairytale indeed. The fountain is dimly lit, beds of flowers neatly lined up, and to top it all off- fairy lights decorating the swaying trees. The both of you sit down on nearby bench, shoulders just touching. You take sip from your cup, hoping to give yourself just a bit of courage, "So Hunter, tell me about yourself." He raises an eyebrow teasingly, "Already asking such big questions?" You roll your eyes, "Technically, it was a statement." He laughs a little at this, "Alright smart ass. To start off, I'm really into metal." You hum, "Hm, I gathered that. I watched your performance at Battle of the Bands- it was pretty fucking sick. Still can't believe Mollycoddle won, and that you broke your leg." He shook his head at the memory, "Yeah that was a pain." You tilted your head, "The leg or losing?" "Both."
The two of you venture off into more bizarre conversation as you continue to drink the spiked punch. Soon enough, the jug ran empty. "Wait wait wait, so you're telling me- you broke out of rehab just for Battle of the Bands?" You slurred. "Hey, Battle of the Bands is a very important event! Besides, it was technically my friend who got me out but, we were both runners." Hunter declared. You raised your eyebrows, "Shit. That's one hell of a friend." "Yeah." There was a pause of silence before the two of you started giggling out of no where. "Mmm, I like being out here with you. Makes me feel sane." You whispered. Hunter caught his breath before replying, "Me too." He hiccuped, "Hey, why don't you have any friends at school? You're really fucking cool," he speaks in a hushed tone for the next part even though you hear him loud and clear, "and pretty." You giggle even though you don't know why, "Everyone here is boring but no, not you, you're a pretty cool dude. So pretty."
The metal-head finds himself leaning in, hypnotised by your presence but, you turn your face so he catches your cheek. He pouts, "I wanna kiss you." You sigh before you lean your head onto his shoulder, "I wanna kiss you too but, we should be sober. I wanna kiss you sober." You'd never thought you'd witness it but, Hunter whines, "I'm very sober." You look up at him through your lashes, "How about I give you my number, and if you still feel that way tomorrow, I'll let you kiss me." The Sylvester boy huffs but, agrees nonetheless, "Fine. Here's my phone." He hands you his phone that is surprisingly scratchless, and you add your number in, putting a ridiculous amount of smiley faces next to your contact name.
The night quickly came to an end, Hunter's short friend dragging him away, your less than enthused dad picking you up. Now, you were spread out across your bed feeling the aftermath of last night's drinking hit you. Everything was so loud, some how even the rays of sunshine hitting you felt loud too. You flinched as you heard your phone ringing, an unknown number calling you at- you pause to check the time- 1 pm. Hesitating, you pick up the phone anyway, "Hello? Y/n here. What-" "I wanna kiss you sober too... If you'd let me of course." You almost forgot about Hunter nearly kissing you the other night but, you were more than glad he remembered, "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." You groaned a little, "I think I might still need some sobering up to do though." He chuckled, "Honestly, same."
The two you end meeting for a very late breakfast in the afternoon, and now you're both walking through a park, your fingers brushing against each other's as you walk, ever so slightly. It's silent but, you both have the same thing on your minds. You end up turning to face each other at the same time. You share a laugh at this before his green eyes trail down to your lips. You nod slightly, and that's all it takes for him to cup your face and capture you in a sweet kiss. His rings are cold against your skin but warmth is filling your body as your lips move against each other. You may have spent thirteen years fantasising an otherwise shitty prom but, you'd do it all again if it meant fighting through a shitty hangover and kissing Hunter Sylvester sober.
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barry-j-blupjeans · 1 year
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@taznovembercelebration - Plant / Metal
Out of all of the perks he got from being one of the seven saviors of the world (though, in Merle's opinion, it wasn't like they did all the fightin' down on planetside), Merle thought he liked being given free stuff the best. Don't get him wrong, he definitely paid when no one was looking and always, always tipped, but at the very least, it was less stressful having to keep track of all his coins. Today, he sat at a café he hadn't visited in years and years, nursing a cup of coffee milk tea. There were a few other dwarves milling about, taking some not-so-sneaky glances at him every once and a while.
It's not like it was any different than the other times he went back to the Coralheart Clan for something. He was the same ol' Merle, just… famous. Really, really famous. He supposed that was the price he had to pay for being so great. At the very least, the whispers were now about Story and Song instead of how shitty of a husband and father he had been. Maybe Hekuba had finally told them off like Merle had tried to get her to do. Maybe they figured insulting him was a bad idea nowadays. Personally, Merle wouldn't go about raising hell for a little rumor, but at least he knew the crew would have his back if something did need to go down.
The door to the café opened, the bell above it ringing. Hekuba stepped inside, lifting her sunglasses up to the top of her head. She glanced around the room and spotted him, coming closer. She pulled the chair across from him out and sat down, setting her large purse on the table.
She seemed… uncomfortable. Frankly, Merle could not blame her. Their relationship hadn't really ended on a high note. Come to think of it, their relationship had never really had a high note. Obviously, there had a time when it had been decent, or else Merle wouldn't have even let the suggestion of marriage bother him, but still. He was gonna try to fix this. For the kids, if not just for him. And he figured that it was probably better to get it out of the way now rather than waiting for Hekuba to reach out to him. It was gonna be weird, either way.
"Wanna get a cuppa first or are you good?" Merle asked, raising his own tea cup. Hekuba's gaze flickered down to it, and then to his arm, and then back up to him. She shook her head.
"I'm good, Merle," she said. "You know, when Mookie said you were part tree, I thought he was just, uhhh, exaggerating. But, uhm."
"Oh, this ol' thing?" Merle said, flexing his right hand. A flower blood at his wrist, as if showing off. "Nah, Mags thought it would be a great idea to chop my freakin' arm off in the middle of a mission. 'Cus I coulda died or whatever. But Pan's got my back, so now I've got this cool new arm." Merle paused, squinting. "That Magnus isn't allowed to be near."
"Ah," Hekuba said, in her "this is a normal conversation we're having" voice. "I was going to say that most people seem to prefer some kind of metal for a prosthetic, but it… suits you. You were always pretty close to Pan."
"That's about the one thing I got right," Merle said. Hekuba didn't disagree, but she didn't meet his eyes either. "Listen, Heks, I know a lot has happened in the past few weeks with, uh, the Hunger and the Story and all of that. But I've been spending a lot of time thinking about… well, thinking about our family. And realizing that I was a real shitty husband to you and a real bad dad to our kids. And I've been tryin' with them- I'll keep trying, at least, 'cus they're worth it to me. I'm not gonna pretend like we're on the greatest of terms or whatever, but if- if you'd like, maybe we can figure somethin' out."
Hekuba stared at him, very clearly weighing her options in her mind. Merle cleared his throat.
"And- and if you don't want somethin' like that," he said. "That'll be fine, too. Whatever's best for you and the kids. But I wanna be in their lives, at least."
"I want a divorce," Hekuba said. She blinked, as if she hadn't expected herself to say that. "A legal one, I mean. We never really got any of that finalized because you just sort of… left."
"Right," Merle said. "Yeah, alright. A divorce would be a good place to start. D'you know anyone wh-"
"I know several people who can get us started," Hekuba said. She pulled out a pen from her purse and looked around for something to write on. Merle passed her one of the napkins and she scribbled down a stone frequency. She slid it over to him. "This is a law office up in Stonekeep that just got set up, one of my cousins work there. She can get us started with the divorce petition. I'll give her a call and she'll call you in a few days to get your side of things set up."
"You've been thinkin' about this for a while, huh?" Merle said, pocketing the napkin. Hopefully, he'd remember it was there before he washed these pants.
"I have been ready for this for a very long time," Hekuba said. "And it's about time we got all of our shit sorted out. I'm not gonna give you grace because you saved the world."
"I wasn't expectin' you to," Merle said honestly.
This Hekuba was more like the one he had married. She had been one of his first friends when he came into the Coralheart Clan and it had all kind of snowballed from there. Their marriage had been rocky at the best of times and awful at the worst and while neither of them were truly at blame- thank Pan the clan had become more relaxed about arranged marriages- their dynamic had shifted into one fueled by resentment and exhaustion rather than fun. Maybe he was just old, but Merle never really got the point of marriage in the first place. Or dating. But his dad had always said it was just one of the things Everyone Did and Merle had believed him.
Having the memories of those long, long talks with Taako and Lup really sorted some stuff out in his head.
"Good," Hekuba said. She seemed less tense now that she had gotten that out of the way. Her shoulders slumped some and she appeared a little more relaxed. "You said you wanted to see the kids more?"
"If it's alright with you," Merle said. Hekuba dug through her purse again, pulling out a notebook from within. She flipped to a page with a full calendar on it.
"If you're going to step up more, you have to know all the activities they are involved in and what time they're expected to be at school when it starts up again," Hekuba said. "Let's start with Mavis."
There were definitely some drawbacks to being famous. But Merle really couldn't complain about the free shit at all. He was going to need a lot more coffee milk tea to keep up with what Hekuba was about to show him.
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celestialmango · 2 years
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*-voice mail received-* Hello Dr.Fukushima. I would like to request a test between SCP-3©̷̭̚L̷̻̈́1953-5̸|̶_̷|̵N̸ with SCP4976-01. Mostly because SCP 4976-01 is very hard to contain and insists on meeting “the other solar SCP”. It would be ideal to set this up in a more controlled manner. I apologize that the files are vague, SCP 4976-01 is difficult to test. And- *voice muffled* no, that is mine. It is not for sharing. Give it- fine, please give it back. (1/?)
*volume returns to normal* Where was I? *voice in the background* <Playdate!> Uh yes, if you could get back to me on doing this test with SCP 4976-01 quickly that would be greatly appreciated. <No! Not just me-> *-message ended-* (2/2)
*voicemail returned* Dr. Fukushima of the SCP colossus division here. So SCP 4976-01 wants to have a playdate with our boy Sunny? *Extremely Muffled voices in the background* Oh, hold on a moment. Oh ok. Request accepted on the condition the test is done in Sunny and his brother's shared cell, plenty of room for a playdate in there. It's the side of the hall that has large suns and moons finger painted on it around the doors. Go in through the one that's got suns on it.
*more reall muffled voices* alright I will ask them and get your craft supplies restocked earlier than usual. Sunny, that's what we call the solar colossus now as I forgot to mention, would like to know if SCP 4976-01 would be interested in a sleepover. Please get back to us with your answer at your earliest convenience. *Muffled voice* "I'm so excited! Do you think they have a sibling too?!" no I don't know if SCP 4976-01 has a sibling too you'll have to ask them yourselves when you meet them Sunny *end of message*
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askthechronoverse · 9 months
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Chapter Three: Do Your Secrets Start to Show?
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The house took more time to renovate than Unikitty thought it would and Rex estimated it would. The Master Breaker insisted on sleeping in the forest instead of going home with her to the castle. The distance Rex put between himself and her tugged at her heart. She wished she knew what she did to him, but the way he spoke to her when she tried to get too close was enough to keep curiosity at bay. It was just her and Rex in the forest now as the house neared completion.
"We should have a housewarming party when we finish. We totally earned one after all this building!" The cat grinned, hearts shooting from her horn like confetti.
"Yeah. Why not? Love a real Unikitty party. Just gotta be careful we don't wake the neighbors." He flashed a smile and turned to his work.
"Is that a joke I heard? I would have thought you were too serious for that." Unikitty spoke playfully as she put the last post on a fence.
"You like that, you should hear my stand up routine. My raptor crew never complained." He gestured to an empty plot of land. "Can you till some of the land over there? I'm gonna try to grow some crops. There should be some gardening equipment lying around."
"You are just full of surprises today!" She walked over to a shovel and stared at it, hoping to get instructions from it on how to till a garden.
"I used to claim I was a man of the land. May as well back the claim up. That shovel probably knows more about the process than you seem to, Princess. Maybe you could just build a shed and I'll till later?" Unikitty nodded and started to build.
"What else can you do?" She let an ear twitch. For all this time she was working with the guy, he didn't talk too much in general. It confounded her.
"I learned to do lots of things, Princess. I sometimes can't keep it all straight." He chuckled as he finished what he was doing and started to tend to the soil. "So. Party. Who are we invitin'?"
"Yeah! We could invite Hawkodile, Richard, Puppycorn, and Doctor Fox!" She conjured a notebook and pen from seemingly nowhere and began to write the names down. "And of course you and me." She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Who else? I'd invite the whole kingdom, but that's not gonna work. Oh! Brock! He's not one of my normal friends, but he loves to party! Maybe we can even invite Master Frown if he promises to play nice." Rex just shrugged. "That shrug is a good enough approval for me!" Unikitty thought for a moment while Rex continued to work, the cat standing in place with pen and paper in paw. "What kind of cake do you like?"
"You'll probably laugh, but that vanilla cake with the rainbow sprinkles in it. It always made my day better when I was growin' up just seein' it." He shook his head. "Haven't had a slice in a long time, though. Ya can't be a tough guy if you eat that all the time."
"I think you're wrong about that, but that's fine. I'll make you some of that!" She wrote that down with a reminder to add that to her birthday party database for later use. "So, is there anything you really like to do?"
"I like to watch movies. Mostly grown up stuff. I also play guitar." He stopped tending to the plot of land he was working on and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.
"You do? What kinds of songs do you play?” The princess’s eyes lit up.
"Mostly covers of songs I like. Not sure you'd be into them." He rubbed the handkerchief all over his face and put it away. "I don't know too many songs you'd consider 'happy', Princess." Unikitty's eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, can you still play me something?"
"No. I really don't play for other people." He went back to working the plot of land. "Besides, my axe is on my ship."
"You probably sound fine! You should play for me sometime!" The cat bounced in place. "You mean the large fist ship? Did you live on that thing all alone?"
"Not interested." His tone was oddly defensive for a request like that. "Well, no. Not really. I have my crew. We're a pack. Like a family but radder."
"Your crew? Aren't they all raptors? Did you have anyone else?"
"No. I don't need anyone else." The loud drone of a ship engine made the man look up. He whispered a prayer to the Man Upstairs when he saw one of his carrier ships land close by. A raptor came out of the ship and started to unload boxes. "Hey, Dutch! Good timing!" He put down his tiller and rushed over to the gray raptor. The two started to take boxes into the cabin. Unikitty started to help, but the box she decided to pick up was very heavy. She opened the box and saw it was a large dark blue metal radio of some kind with an old looking microphone attached to it. Rex lifted the box up and walked inside without a word. She picked up a lighter box and rushed inside.
The gray raptor was taking things out of boxes and putting them away in the correct rooms while his captain moved the boxes into the house. There was no furniture, but a few boxes were labeled as furniture and designated different rooms, so she looked in one. It was all pieces of things that could build whatever he needed. She moved out of the way when the raptor started to grab things from a box next to her. Eventually, Rex finished moving the boxes and stroked the raptor's snout like a jockey would for a beloved horse.
"You're the best, Dutch. Get on home. You know where to find me." The raptor rushed off, taking off in the ship. He turned and looked through his boxes for the parts for a couch. He built one in the blink of an eye and sat on it. "It's gettin' late, Princess. If you don't leave now, you'll need to stay overnight. I'm not gonna make you go out in that forest in the dark."
"I'll stay here, if that's OK. Is there a way I can let Hawkodile know?"
"Most I have is my radio. If one of your buddies has one, you can use that. My cellphone doesn't work in this part of the galaxy for some reason." He took his phone out of his pocket and showed her that it had no signal. "Or maybe it doesn't work in the middle of the forest. I dunno. I ain't exactly here to reach out to anyone. The radio's in my study. I think Dutch managed to get that set up."
Unikitty entered the study and took a look around. She saw shelves full of books about time travel theory and dinosaurs as well as a tome with faded colors. She pulled it out and saw it was titled "Instructions to Fit In, Have Everyone Like You, and Always Be Happy". The title was a weird one, to say the least. She put it back and looked for the radio. She saw it on a dark stained wooden desk. She felt around with her paw until she found a switch. The radio hummed to life, green lights showing the frequencies available. She didn't really know how to use the thing, but she pressed a button with her paw on the mic and whispered a tentative hello. She jumped when she heard growls from the speakers.
"That's the Rexcelsior's communication room, Princess. Tell 'em who you are." Rex shouted from the other room.
"Uh… I'm Princess Unikitty?" She sounded so unsure and the growls she was getting back weren't helping. "Can you please call the Unikingdom castle and tell them I'm staying over at Rex's house tonight?" More growls. She turned her head toward the door. "Am I doing this right?"
"She said she's got this. I'm sure your friends'll be as confused as you are right now, Princess. The raptors only speak raptor." She could hear the soft sound of a 16 bit chiptune playing in the room Rex was in.
"How come you can understand them?" She turned the radio off and entered the room. Rex was still on the couch, but seemed to be playing a game where a blue creature ran around a place that was filled with neon colors. A little yellow creature followed the blue one.
"Ya live with someone long enough, ya learn to speak their language." She watched Rex move the blue thing around the area. She could recognize it as a video game, but had no idea what it was.
"Whatcha playin'?"
"Just an old game I found somewhere. I think it's a two player game if ya wanna try it." He bumped a strange looking black controller with his hand, but the motion was quick so he could return to the game. She sat next to him and took the controller. She pushed a button and the yellow creature jumped up.
"What do you do in this game?"
"The porcupine and fox are tryin' to stop a mad scientist from endin' the word or somethin'. The fox can fly, by the way. Not sure if that'll help ya any." He had the blue rodent curl up into a ball and attack some robots.
"Have you played this before?" She tried to follow Rex's button presses, but she was not as good as he was.
"Once or twice. I prefer racing games, if you'd rather play somethin' else." He said this as the fox made a shocked expression and fell off the screen for a second.
"Sure? I'm not great at video games. Just ask my brother." Rex got up and turned the console off, moving to a much larger one. He tossed her a controller with a more boomerang like design and a large X on the top. She was able to read that a "dangervest#4678" was signing in, with an icon of a squirrel with sunglasses above the words. When he was able to, he moved to an icon with a sleek red car on it and moved through the menus with a speed that Unikitty couldn't keep up with as he spoke.
"That ain't a bad thing. Maybe ya just haven't found a game you really like yet." He chose his car and waited for Unikitty to pick hers. "I have a lot of 'em, so I'm sure I have something for ya." She chose her car and the two began the race. It didn't take the man long to take the lead, with Unikitty at dead last. She took her time driving around the track.
"Hey, Princess. Here's a tip: the goal is to win the race." He said playfully.
"But look at how pretty everything is! It all looks so nice!" Rex just laughed in reply as he finished the first lap. She tried as best she could to catch up and was able to get to third by lap two.
"There ya go! That's what I wanna see! Come get me, fluffball!" He kept his lead, a teasing smirk on his face. By the end of lap three, the two cars were neck and neck. "Two laps left. Wanna make this interesting?"
"Sure?" The cat replied as she took the lead for a brief moment.
"How 'bout loser makes dinner?"
"And does the dishes after!" The cat added with a little too much zeal.
"Sounds like a bet, Princess." The two focused on the game for the rest of the race, the two occasionally trash talking the other when they took the lead. The race was close, but the cat jumped to her feet when her car crossed the finish line first.
"Did I do it right, game master?" She grinned wildly. "Maybe next time you should take your own advice!"
"Beginner's luck, Princess. But a bet's a bet." He got up and changed the TV to show a news program. "Does anyone deliver out here? Actually, that shouldn't matter. Duke should be able to get it over here." He headed into his study.
"How many raptors do you have?" Unikitty followed him in and sat next to him as he turned on his radio.
"Ten, maybe? I had a lot more, but it sucks to be the one to lose a battle." That statement left Unikitty conflicted. She had to remind herself that Rex wasn't a good guy. Sure, he was charming and fun to play games with. But he also was a dangerous person who was, until recently, antagonistic. On the other hand, he did seem to care about his raptor crew. There was a hint of painful loss behind his words. By the time the thought ran its course, he had placed a pizza order through his raptor. "There. Duke can use a computer and order the food online. Wanna play somethin' else?"
"What else have you got? I could beat you all night, Dangervest!" The cat walked behind Rex.
"We could try somethin' calmer for now. Not sure I could take more of your trash talk before dinner." He switched back to his game console and chose a game with a goose on the icon. The pastel colors and calm soundtrack was something Unikitty didn't expect him to have an interest in. "Give this a try. I gotta unpack some plates." He handed her the controller and the first button she pressed just made the white goose honk. She made it honk a few more times before Rex came back and watched her.
"Why do you have a game like this?" The cat had the goose grab a flower she saw on a table.
"I have a farming game, too. I play games to relax, Princess." There was a scratching at the door. "Pizza's here. I'll get it." He got to the door and the calm piano got more intense. After the raptor got some chin scratches from his captain, Rex put the boxes on a counter that separated the kitchen and the living room.
Unikitty paused the game and looked over to her host. In the artificial light in the kitchen, she could see how deeply tired he looked. It wasn't something sleep could ever fix, either. She could feel it just by looking at him. She glided over to the counter and grabbed a slice of pizza. Should she say something? Would he get mad again?
"Sleep in the bed in the master bedroom, alright?" He pointed to a door behind him as he ate over the sink.
"Where will you sleep?" She asked softly, still in her thoughts.
"I don't sleep, Princess." He grabbed another slice of pizza and continued to eat over the sink.
"You don't? Don't you need to?"
"Don't worry about that. I have a couch. Couches are decent places to sleep." Unikitty wanted to say something about that, but she yawned instead. "Get some sleep, Princess. Ya sound like ya need it." She nodded and went into the master bedroom. The bed Rex had in there was basic and small. An old looking television and a white game console sat across from it. Near that was a shelf full of various disk jewel cases and cartridges. She assumed this was his game collection. She settled down for some sleep.
She heard a crash some time after drifting off. She rushed out into the living room and saw a shadowy figure move slowly toward the front door. She got closer and saw it was Rex. "Rex? What happened?" She walked in front of him and saw that his face was expressionless, his dark eyes glazed over. He muttered something incoherent and moved around the cat to the front door. She let him leave for a second, stunned by the sight before her. She soon ran to the front yard and saw him staring up at the moon, expression still unreadable.
"Help me."
The voice alarmed Unikitty. It came out of nowhere, was perfectly clear, and didn't sound at all like Rex. It sounded more familiar, like someone she knew from her previous adventures. She stepped forward slowly toward the still man who was still looking skyward.
"Help me."
That voice. It sounded so terrified, like the world around the speaker was collapsing around him. He wasn't asking or demanding help, he was begging for it. She didn't know what Rex was seeing with his dead eyes, but she willed herself to go further toward the man.
"Emmet?" Her voice was soft and quiet. This didn't make sense. Right? The words given in reply were harder to understand now. "Help you with what?" She could only pick up the word "lost". "OK, this is a funny joke, guys. You got me." The cat sounded nervous now.
"Help…"
"OK. I'll beeeee back!" She ran to the house and grabbed Rex's phone from the kitchen counter. No signal still. She ran out of the cabin and unlocked the phone, scrolling through his contacts. He really only had one. She had to fly closer to town to get a signal. She shouldn't have left Rex in that state, but she didn't know how to help him. She chose his only contact and called the one available number. She almost immediately got a very polite voicemail. By the time she got back, Rex was no longer in the yard and was sitting on the couch watching a cheesy monster movie.
"I wouldn't take a walk in the woods at night, Princess. Who knows what's out there?"
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ronanlynchbf · 3 years
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i've literally been malfunctioning for DAYS can it stop?
#the not being able to get out of bed and wanting to just stay in pyjamas all day is a normal occurrence#but like. couldn't put my hair up today so i just let it loose again even though i planned to put it up slightly bc of work. struggled with#making coffee. didn't eat breakfast bc i couldn't bring myself to prepare some cereal or cut some fruit. the same yesterday like my bladder#was about to explode bc i didn't want to get up to go to the toilet and my head was aching all day bc i didn't want to go refill my water#bottle so i was kinda dehydrated. well kinda. i literally got a headache from not drinking enough. haven't brushed my teeth in days. haven'#done anything in days. like i've just sat in bed and scrolled through media nothing else. hate being like this when will a good day come by#*social media#also have been planning on baking cake or just like make cookies but i keep postponing it and then it's too late for it even though i reall#want to try making rice cakes#anyway 🙃 dw i'm used to this i'll be fine just getting a little anxious about something i read about if you don't get treatment when you#have depression it can cause permanent brain damage or something 😅 but like i think even if i was brave enough to tell someone i think i#need therapy it still wouldn't be possible bc first of all i think it costs money?? and second i don't thinm i'd talk like i'm so bad at#opening up. also i've heard my brother and my dad say that people who go to therapy are just whiny and pathetic and go to therapy so they#can tell their stories and complain to someone so like 😑 would rather not go to therapy than go to therapy knowing part of my family thinks#that way about me. also it would be so hard to explain to my younger siblings. also i'm just scared to talk about my feelings to someone le#alone a complete stranger#also the hating my body for several different reasons is hitting extra strong this week :/#don't want to have the body i currently have every time i look into the mirror i get whiplash from turning my head away so fast#okay well.....#uhm ramble over ig?#🔮.txt
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Hi, again, I love it when you do these!
Congratulations on 50 followers! You deserve it and more!
I would like a Double Trouble Drabble, with either a poly ending or you pick the ending from Mha. I use xe/they/it/he pronouns. I'm 18, a May Taurus, around 5'3 so I'm the perfect height for a arm rest. I kin Amajiki, shigaraki, fanon Denki, yamaguchi, suga and kenma (sorry if that's a lot of kins, they are my top). I would like to say I'm reall good a baking but I can only really bake basic stuff well, eg:cakes, Brownies, cookies. I have gotten really into doing puzzle books and most of the time I'm watching a film, TV show or reading fanfic. In a relationship I want someone who will listen to me talk about my interests with finding me annoying, I would also love to get tattoos and piercings together. I would also love to just have days in binging movies and they have to like 'Back To The Future' as its my favourite movie and my favourite anime is 'Sk8 The Infinity' . I would say my love language is giving physical touch and quality time and receiving words of affirmation. I don't have any gender preferences but I do have preferences for the villans but it's not that big of a deal.
Thank you!
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For this event, I match you with Himiko Toga and Mirio Togata
I’ve matched you with toga before, and I wanted to give you a match that would contradict the villain because I think villain x heroes are interesting. I also wanted someone closer to your age in case it would make you uncomfortable to be matched with a younger person. So I knew I wanted to match you with people who have golden retriever energy, which toga has, and most of your kins seem to be shipped with sunshine so I match you with Mirio. Also, let pretend that the villain hero thing doesn’t affect this relationship much. Lastly, I’m sorry that Toga’s may seem a little stalkerish, it was the best way I could come up with mostly because I imagine you as a citizen.
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As a villain, I’m not able to interact closely with them, but I’m able to watch. I’m not trying to be creepy but I’ve never felt so nervous to approach someone. I’ve tried introducing myself but every time I feel like I looked like an idiot, and it’s not like they’ll remember my face, cause it’s never the same. I plan to introduce myself today but with my real face. I watch as xe sits outside a coffee shop, they have a box with them and I can’t help but wonder what’s in the box. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to approach them, but then I see someone else take a seat with them. I watch as they conversate, the blonde man looks familiar. Soon I watch as it takes the box and opens it, I feel so intrigued as I wait for someone to pull out whatever is in the box. I watch as the blonde boy pulls out a cupcake, its a simple yet cute decorated cupcake, gosh I wish I could sink my teeth into one. The fact that the cupcake is homemade makes me want it more, I didn’t know they baked sweets, it’s not shocking since he is such a sweet person. I’m normally a jealous person but I don’t feel jealousy toward the person sitting across from xem, the only thing I’m jealous of is that he gets to eat those delicious-looking cupcakes, I wouldn’t mind sitting with the two of them.
Even though I would like to sit with the two, I wait for them to be done with this meet-up. I follow it to their next location, using my skateboard to keep up. They enter an old-looking building, and I follow. When I enter a find them looking at moves for the 1980s, he picks up what looks like back to the future, they have good taste. I try to approach them but my nerves get the best of me and I move to a different aisle. I become distracted by the interesting puzzles and puzzle books. I reach for one of the books when my hand bumps into another’s hand, I began to apologize but am stopped when I see that the hand belongs to xem. I’ve looked into their eyes, it’s nice to be close enough to see them. “No it’s fine, it was my bad”
Bad, I wouldn’t use that word to describe our encounter
“Thanks but I think I’m also at fault, is there a way I can apologize”
“Well I don’t think it’s your fault but if you feel that bad then you can apologize in whatever way works for you”
This might work
“Well I can’t think but ill give you my number a social’s so if you need any help you can contact me”
I write down my info and xe instantly put it in their device and text me, I see as they change the name to “cute blonde” They think I’m cute, maybe I have a chance
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“You got this, it’s the fifth date, you’ve done it four other times, nothing different. Well accept today is the day I want to ask xe to be official.”
I stand in the mirror already dressed and ready for the date, I look nice and koozie, perfect for a stay-in movie night date. Gosh, I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous, come on, pull it together man, they like you, he said it.
Ding!
My phone is always loud, knocking me out of this rabbit hole of insecurities. I reach to check it, a smile returning to my face when I read that it’s from it.
Armrest: Hey I was wondering if I could invite another to our date
My anxiety returned, I thought I couldn’t get more nervous but, another person. But it’s fine, we’ve talked about our stance on monogamy, we both expressed not having a problem with others being a part of our relationship. It’s not that I don’t want to meet this person but I was nervous just to ask them to be official with me when another is there
Me: I’m not against but I want to know who and why, if that not too much.
Armrest: It’s the girl I’ve been on a few dates with, I told you about her right
It has told me about the other person xe is seeing, and I would be lying if I didn’t say I was intrigued by the stories of this person.
Me: Ok I wouldn’t mind meeting them today but I need to talk to you in private today at some point
There that should do it. I look at the time and realize that I need to start going I finish getting ready and head out.
When I arrive I knock and wait for an answer I hear his voice call out
“Come in, were in my room”
I enter take my shoes off and head to xe bedroom, when I enter I see the person I’ve my heart goes crazy for, they’re snuggling up with another blonde, they must have a type. It’s an adorable sight, the person I don’t know yet looks familiar, has their arms wrapped tightly around him, the girl’s head resting on their torso, hair all over her face, it is almost laughable. The two of them are focused on the screen, I turn to see the beginning of an old movie playing, I look and see a disk box labeled ‘back to the future I figure that’s the movie’s name. I notice a plate of cookies on the nightstand, no doubt made by made them, I move to eat some.
Chewing on one I stand watching the movie and decide to make sure I’m correct.
“What we watching?”
Both of the people in the bed answer, in a whisper voice, not wanting to interrupt the movie
“Back to the future”
I was right
“I’ve never seen it”
They both snap their head toward me, one of them pausing the movie, both of them speak in unison again
“What”
They look at each other then back at me, the blonde that I don’t know shakes their head p and pulls me into the bed
“ well we can’t have that”
“Is it really that good?”
The blonde mocks me
“Is it really that good?”
They turn back to it, and speck the rest of her sentence to xem
“You sure this is the guy you into, I mean he’s cute but he doesn’t seem to have taste”
I decide that I don’t want to take this heat without defending my self
“it’s an old movie, ok. And’ll have you know I have taste. Evidence one, I fell for this fabulous human. Evidence 2 I love its cooking, I mean have you had these cookies.”
I see the blonde about to say something, but when the movie starts up she goes back to watching and snuggling. I also become more relaxed, grabbing another cookie and placing it behind his back.
At the end of the movie I leave the room and signal for xe to follow me, they do. I take a breath, I’ve got this
“ you wanted to talk” Damn I love their voice
“Yeah, I just, I wanted to ask you something”
“Shot.”
“ I want to be official, with you!”
I watch as their face lights up and then fall, I wonder why
“I would love that, but I really like toga to and if that’s a deal-breaker then I don’t know...”
I frantically replay truthfully
“It’s not, I swear, we’ve talked about this and if I’m being honesty toga seem cool, I wouldn’t mind going on more dates with them as well.”
I hope that came out well, I really like it and I think toga would be a great addition to our relationship after I get to know her better
“Really, good because I like you both. So will you be my boyfriend?”
Yes yes yes, ok calm down
“Yes, I'd love that.”
Bonus
I think the three of you would have a group chat either called blonde squared or blond cubed, its a math joke, squared if you’re not blonde and cubed if you are.
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Morning
A small drabble on an emotional morning with Phoenix and Miles 💕 This takes place any time after Dual Destinies. I'm writing it where they're already married. This is just a quick bit I wanted to write when I had the idea :') I also drew a quick something at the end. The fic is under the cut!
Phoenix really wished he had more days off - everytime he was, there was always a great smell in the house from Miles' cooking. Being off work more often meant more of that, even if a little less bank coming in. It would definitely be worth it.
Lifting himself up from the cushioned mattress and tossing aside the velvety soft blankets atop of him, he stretches his limbs with a low groan - reaching his arms back before pulling them into his lap as he relaxed. Taking in a deep breath, he pulls his legs over the side of the bed and hoists himself over so he could see what was on the menu this morning.
Closing the lid of the cooking pot to steam the rice, Mr. Edgeworth hummed quietly to himself a peaceful little tune; one of which he'd seem to be making up as he went along. Turning his attention elsewhere as the grains cooked, he lowered the heat for another burner to medium, where he was cooking miso soup. Adding in a good few tablespoons of yellow miso paste, he whisked the substance into the already simmered broth before adding some previously cut up blocks of tofu. Raising the spoon to catch a quick taste, he found it was light, slightly sweet, and smooth in a way he quite enjoyed. Something was missing though, of course - turning towards the fridge to grab a few stalks of watercress to chop and throw in.
Stepping out from their bedroom and making his way downstairs into their kitchen, Phoenix paused a moment to simply watch his love candid from the steps. Miles, dressed in his soft, white robe like every morning accompanied by his perfect-as-always hair. Phoenix could nay say the same, given his own styling takes ten minutes on a good day.
Watching the way he so gracefully moved even without knowing eyes were on him was incredibly cute - though Miles would never let him say that, with how against that description he was when it was of himself. For now, Phoenix knew Miles was cute. Handsome, of course. Sexy, of course. Cute, of course.
Phoenix made his presence known by making a soft yawn as he walked down the last few steps, walking into the main kitchen and making sure to gently hold his hand against the small of Miles' back as he stood next to him. The latter shook his head slightly whilst quickly chopping up the watercress aforementioned - swiftly picking them up between his hand and the knife and tossing it into the soup.
"Good morning, Wright. How did you sleep?"
Phoenix made a darling little laugh that Miles loved so much - the type with a sort of deepness to it; a sort of breathlessness. "Well, I slept just fine with you by me, hun," he spoke prior to pressing his lips against the prosecutor's cheek, "with you being as warm as a radiator and all, ha..!"
Miles scoffed. "Very funny. Is that all I'm good for in bed? To keep you warm?"
"I was about to say no, but..'keeping me warm' sure has a lot of meanings. And I think you're good for all of them." Phoenix sighed, sporting a small smile as he pressed his face into the nape of Miles' neck contently - lips gently kissing his shoulder. It earned a sweet, if calm, sigh from the prosecutor.
"..I could say the same for you. But it's much too early for this, mm? We can work out our flirtations after we eat breakfast."
Phoenix kept his dorky smile splashed on his countenance as he pulled away, raising a hand to brush back some strands of hair from his eyes - finding himself not too annoyed today with his 'naturally-spiky-but-not-spiky-enough-and-more-messy' bedhead. "That works with me; everything smells so good!"
Miles looked flattered from that. "Thank you, Wright. It is certainly better than what you normally make yourself in the morning-"
"Hey- don't knock cup coodles! I could live off of those."
Miles furrowed his brows and gave a glance to Phoenix in exasperation. "This is why I'm the one who feeds us. Anyhow.." The former smiled to himself as he pulled a plastic package of soba noodles in front of him on the counter - removing the wrapper and slowly adding the noodle block into the miso broth. "Maya called me earlier. She asked me to tell you that she'll be unavailable all day."
With Phoenix opening the fridge door to grab something to drink, he paused to speak before grabbing the carton of orange juice - much like many of their groceries, an expensive brand that Phoenix wasn't used to, and Miles' choosing. "Oh? Was she planning on taking Trucy and Pearls somewhere?"
Miles shook his head as he wiped off his hands with a damp washcloth that he'd set beside him prior, "Sort of. She wanted to make a trip to Hazakura Temple - she and Pearl are to train while Trucy is their...how did she put it, ah.. 'hype-man'." He felt silly even recalling the term, but Phoenix's expression seemed to prove that he knew what he meant.
"Hah- well, she'll get no bother from me then. I'll just check up on them when they get back. We have the whole day to ourselves, for once.." Phoenix meekly spoke - pouring himself a glass of the aforementioned juice before guzzling it down in a post-sleep thirstiness. He wiped his upper lip with his wrist as he went back in to pour some more.
"It is rare, isn't it..?" The prosecutor seemed somewhat sorrowful in stating that. "I want to make the most of it. It's not often I'm not out travelling, or you're not on duty, or there's no emergencies."
Phoenix parted his lips to speak, before sighing and looking down to his cup solemnly. He set it down. "...Yeah. But..I still love you all the same." He looked back up to the love of his life; a carefree smile pulling at his lips and a special brightness glittering in his eyes, "We're a family. Things are..always going to come up, but our time spent away or together feel all the same to me. The only difference is that I get to actually kiss you, in times like now. Being apart..just reminds me of how much I trust you."
The words hit harder than Miles expected them to. Even with the defense attorney's unorganized nature, and his less-than-articulate manner, it was somehow more meaningful to him. Phoenix was always emotional, and true to what he said - this was no different. Edgeworth's expression was strong; brows furrowed up and eyes purposefully lying low.
Phoenix paused, "..Come here."
He gestured for a hug after his gentle words; Miles all too eager for the embrace. Phoenix's arms draped over Miles' shoulders, wrapping around his neck as to pull himself closer. Vice versa was Miles wrapping his arms tightly around Phoenix's waist; both of their heads lay upon the other's shoulder, welcoming what warmth was available. They held each other for what felt like so long, and simultaneously not long enough; the only reason for their part was so they could meet at their lips, instead. Passionate, and yet soft - just a simple press without much else, yet it was all they needed. By the end of their embrace, their heads leaned forward to touch at their foreheads while holding each other's hands between their chests. Their thumbs occasionally brushed over each other's wedding rings.
"..You know how much you mean to me, Phoenix."
"I know, Miles." He huffed out a short breath before breaking into a smile, "..You could always just say 'I love you'."
And with that, the silver-haired Edgeworth broke into a laugh and slowly pulled away, "Alright, alright..I love you. You know that."
"I love you too, Miles."
Phoenix watched as his love went back to his work - Miles grabbing his wooden chopsticks as to stir the noodles. The more defensive of the two sat at the dining table, glass in hand.
"...I'm going to guess that you won't want onions in your serving of noodles."
Phoenix pretended to gag in response to Miles, "Ghk-! Absolutely-! Onions taint everything they touch..." He hesitated, "..Other than onion rings. But that's the only good thing with onions!"
Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a playful smile, chuckling to himself a bit at just how strongly Wright felt over such a thing as onions. "Of course. Though, you're missing out on their flavour, dear - I've never met someone other than you who has a distaste for them."
"You haven't met anyone with any tastebuds," Phoenix scoffed back - earning a snort from the other.
"Oh, have I? Dear, I think you're referring to yourself there."
The defense paused; his face lifting as his cocky court grin curled onto his lips. "Unfortunately, Edgeworth, I think you have some words to eat. Clearly my statement is right - anyone who's ever tasted an onion could tell you that it tastes like damn garbage."
The prosecution stifled a laugh, lolling his head to look over his shoulder at his rival. "Oh, Wright. I'm afraid you've buried your grave - onions obviously give any dish they're added to an excellent depth of flavor."
"Well obviously they do not- ow-!" Phoenix burst into a soft laugh as Miles leaned over to smack his arm with his chopsticks - ending their court imitations. "Hun-!"
Miles rolled his eyes and looked back down to his cooking. "My love. We don't need to argue over onions. Besides, I'm not about to settle a case over opinion."
"Ha-! Well then, baby doll, I'm prepared to settle a case of any kind. Maybe you just don't have that kind of determination?" Phoenix jested, taking another swig of his orange juice.
"Of course you would be, Feenie." Miles hesitated before chuckling to himself. Swirling the noodles inside the pot, he shook his head. "That's a new one. I don't know where that came from... It's sort of cute, no? Feenie. Hm."
When Miles went to look at Phoenix for his approval, he was numb; his husband's face suddenly not as lively as it once was. His eyes gazed low, gazed dryly. His hands tensed around the glass he held, knuckles bearing white. Worst of all, his countenance really held no expression at all - the fact that it was so stiff, so miserable looking was what'd caused Miles to choke back a breath.
What was it about that name that suddenly struck Miles as odd? Feenie. Feenie.
"It's.. uh.. not great, honestly, Miles. No offense or anything."
"I'm- sorry." Miles was admittedly stunned - a little ashamed, a little confused, very concerned. "..For some reason its.. ringing a bell-"
"Dahlia."
"I'm..sorry?"
"..Dahlia used to call me that. You know, before.."
The room was drenched in silence - Miles struggling to find any words to say. What could he say to that - what should he? Though, the look on Phoenix's pitiful face urged him to find something.
"...I didn't mean to hurt you, saying it. I-" Miles hummed to himself and turned his head to Phoenix, lip bitten and unsure how to word himself. He slowly looked back down to his cooking when words couldn't properly form in his throat.
"It's fine." Phoenix nodded - looking away and tapping his fingers on the table in a sort of anxiousness. "You didn't know."
"I didn't remember," Miles scolded himself, "I should have remembered such a thing like that."
Phoenix looked a little put off. "Don't feel guilty for that. It was so long ago - I.. I didn't expect you too."
The soft bubbling of the broth in the pot filled the silence between them; chopsticks occasionally hitting the sides of the pot, Pess jingling her collar as she scratched herself from the living room all the while. Phoenix tried to will Miles to turn around so he could assure him it was fine, without words - however when Miles never did he spoke up hesitantly.
"I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
Miles quickly scoffed and turned to look at Phoenix with a pained expression, "You didn't, Phoenix. You were just telling me of something that hurt you."
"It's just a nickname, though," Phoenix laughed at himself, seemingly ashamed, "It's a little stupid to hurt so much over a nickname, isn't it?"
"I don't think so," Miles replied, his tone hurt from his husband stuffing his emotions down - such a thing from Phoenix was rare, and it made this hurt just a little more than usual. Setting the chopsticks horizontally on the counter, he ushered himself away from the stove to lay a gentle, lithe hand on Phoenix's forearm, and leaning down so he could rest his chin atop his head.
Phoenix nearly melted into his touch, feeling comforted by Miles' body and his warmth. Finding solace in the safety of his arms, Phoenix allowed himself to exhale a deep breath and relax. Unsatisfied with the arrangements, however, he shook his head and gestured his head down. "Get in front of me a bit, Miles."
He wasn't about to complain, though as he moved in front of Phoenix to kneel, Miles was still a tad confused. Before he could ask why Phoenix wanted him to, the man placed his hands on the prosecutor's cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his forehead.
"I prefer looking at you, dear," Phoenix hummed. He moved his hands down to take Miles' own - raising them to place endearing kisses against flushed knuckles and fingertips, much to his husband's timidity. "..Thank you. For not minding putting up with me and all."
"Ah, yes," Miles started, smiling, "I married you because I simply 'didn't mind putting up with you'."
Phoenix laughed as he realized the hilarity of what he had said, "Hey! You know what I mean!"
"I married someone I just 'put up with'." Miles continued, chortling to himself, "Not in an act of pure love or anything."
Phoenix hushed Miles' teasing by leaning down and pressing his lips against the other's - the two humming against the warmth before falling into the quiet passion, then lingeringly pulling away. Their hands kept their doting hold still.
"..I love you, Phoenix. However, breakfast is due to overcook."
Phoenix shrugged and pressed his lips against Miles' cheek, unwilling to pull away as proven by how he spoke against his skin. "I don't mind."
"Suppose you wouldn't," Miles breathed out, amused.
Miles held himself in Phoenix's grasp before reluctantly pulling away to take charge of the stove again. Phoenix didn't seem to be happy with such an arrangement, so he took it upon himself to stand and wrap his arms around Miles' waist, head resting on his shoulder. The prosecutor pressed his palm against Phoenix's forearm in silent fondness - his other busy stirring food.
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