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missdrarrydawn · 3 years

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------------ Occupy My Heart ------------

Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

warning: implied smut, brief mentions of drinking

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written for the lovely @leydileyla who offered me this absolute gem of a prompt that I simply couldn't pass up

hope you enjoy hon :DD

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You were really starting to feel the buzz of the Butterbeers a few hours into the Interhouse party that was thrown for all the returning eighth years. You're such a horrible lightweight, Butterbeer is just vaguely alcoholic, if at all. It warmed you up and left a pleasant tingle in its wake. Just enough to let the music and lights around you blur and blend, to ripple against your skin and soothe. The smell of the ale cookies served at various tables scattered around the one conjoined common room for all the Houses now wafted through the thick, cloying air, between meandering bodies of various dancing students, all the scents making your head spin from where you were sitting at the little makeshift bar.

The party's been wilding on way past curfew but no teachers arrived to interrupt you yet so it was fair game. Everything felt so liquid and pleasant, the atmosphere sticking to your slick skin, the warmth and haze prickling at the back of your neck.

Gods you needed a shower. Perhaps you might sneak away to have a quick one? The party showed no signs of slowing down and you were drained.

As you pushed away from the bar, colors still swimming before your eyes from all the sparkle and decorative banners strung up everywhere, you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You felt eyes on you.

Turning about to find the possible culprit, you registered a flash of platinum blonde hair in a darkened corner and the piercing glow of silver eyes lingering on you.

Draco.

A chuckle rumbled from your chest as you allowed yourself a moment to revel in his gaze before melding into the throng of people, sliding between them, trying to remember whether your dorm was the door on the left or the right upstairs. It wouldn't do to barge into someone else's dormroom.

As you made your way along you still felt pins and needles in your back, as if someone was keeping pace with you. Goodness, that was incredibly paranoid, wasn't it? You vowed to yourself to never drink Butterbeer again. Even slightly tipsy you were a disaster.

Finally you got through everyone and into the quieter part of the room, where all the dorms were. There were only a few people milling about there, stumbling off to their rooms with whoever they pulled or to retch or simply pass out.

The beat of the music was muffled here, no longer a steady, beating ebb flowing through your skull, now more resembling a foggy memory. It was easier to think, to breathe. You've never been much of a party animal, but this one was important. It celebrated unity and the war being over, it celebrated those who lived and fought. It mattered to attend. After Hogwarts rebuilt and reopened, the first thing that changed was the system of the four houses, headmistress McGonagall had dismantled it entirely after witnessing how horrific segregation could be.

Everyone was thrown in one mixing pot, which had been strange at first, but throwing a party like this really helped scrub out the imaginary lines in the sand everyone had drawn between themselves.

Speaking of scrubbing, you finally arrived to your dorm and basically collapsed through the door in your quest for a shower. Where was the bathroom door again? Ah right, over there, of course.

You slipped through, the bright Lumos having you squint for a second while your eyes adjusted from the dim haze of downstairs to the sparkling clean of tile.

Right. You closed the door behind you and began to undress, your clothes peeling away from the sweat plastered all over you from all the vigorous dancing you'd done.

As you kicked off your shoes and set your bare feet on the cold floor, a distinct icy chill ran up your legs and through the rest of you, shivering away the brittle buzz you'd worked up, cooling you down.

Once your clothes were a discarded pile on the floor, you stepped into the shower and pulled the fogged glass door shut, fiddling with the taps before a spray of warm water finally hit your face and shoulders.

What a relief.

You began to scrub and lather yourself up, cleaning off the night with the water sluicing down your skin, your mind starting to wander as you relaxed into the moment more. Warm showers were a treasure.

Draco was staring at you back there. For a brief second you made eye contact before you left. Did that mean something? You felt silly for wanting to know but that boy has occupied the vacant spaces of your heart for far too long now, and you couldn't help but hope that his intense, focused gaze meant something more.

As you began washing your hair, a knock on the door startled you out of your skin. You almost poured shampoo into your eyes for heaven's sake!

"Um—occupied?" you yelled out, hoping to be heard over the gush of water. If someone needed the bathroom urgently then they could come in to use it, it's not as if anyone would see you in your birthday suit, but if it wasn't urgent then they could find another one.

"Ahh, Y/N, it's—uh, it's me! I was just wondering if you were okay?" a familiar voice from the other side of the door spoke up.

You knew that voice. It was so familiar. Who—

You felt every bit of you freeze as your brain spat out the answer for you.

Draco. It was Draco.

Checking up on you.

What should you do now? Your heart began hammering away quicker, this was hardly the time or place to flirt or attempt seduction and—

Well. As you considered the statement that just flittered through your mind you found it not entirely true.

You were naked after all, naked and wet. What more perfect scenario for seduction did there exist?

"I'm okay Draco, um—you can come in?" you yelled back, lips stretching into a smile. Technically he shouldn't be here at all, seeing as these were girls quarters and all, but if he's been invited it shouldn't be too much of an issue. If he accepted, that was.

There was silence for a few beats, the moment dragging on, you almost thought you'd scared him off, but then—

The soft, distinct click of the door being opened and shut.

Bingo.

Now, how exactly would you do this? You supposed you could ask him to get you a towel when you were done, and let him have a glimpse.

Merlin it sounded corny as all fuck, but you were prepared to do what it takes.

Until then though, you supposed you should talk about anything, keep the atmosphere up.

You could just barely make out his tall, foggy outline through the sliding glass of the shower, and you watched him move to sit down on the toilet seat.

Wait a second—if you could partly see him, did that mean he could partly see you too?

That was even more perfect.

"Hi Draco, you like the party?" you threw out the question casually, hoping to lessen the strangeness of the situation. You and him were friends, well, acquaintances more so, so it's not as if you've never spoken berore, but still. This was way different from any interaction youve had prior. "Thank you for checking up on me."

"Ahh ahem—no problem Y/N, you seemed a little tipsy back there so I uh—I thought you might—Well yea." he stumbled through his words, hardly even finishing the sentence properly.

That was—quite uncharacteristic of Draco Malfoy. He was always the one with the silver tongue, the sharp remark, had a comment to spare for anything, and to hear him stutter and hiccup his way through speaking as if he were a nervous school girl talking to her crush was very new and strange.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't endearing as all hell though.

You could have a lot of fun with this.

"I see I see. I did build a bit of a buzz but nowhere near as bad as some of the other characters around this place. I mean, did you see Zabini strip his shirt off and then dance on the tables? Goodness." you simply continued along, as if this were a casual conversation and you weren't naked and washing out your hair.

"Haha, yeah, yes, Blaise will have one hell of a hangover tomorrow." Draco chuckled, though it sounded breathy and rough, somehow.

You were almost done now.

"Parvati will too, say, could you brew a vial of that potion of yours, for hangovers, for her? She's my roommate and I loathe to hear her whining tomorrow. You're the best at it, after all." You let your voice linger above the spray.

This time, Draco audibly spluttered and you saw a flurry of blurred movement, which eased a laugh past your lips.

"Um—yea, of—of course. I can do that. Um, Y/N isn't this—I don't know, a little strange?"

He sounded so thoroughly flustered, which really got you hoping. The stares, checking up on you, doing you favors, getting flustered by the situation, hm.

Hm.

It was worth a shot anyhow, right?

Time for a new plan.

Another chuckle rattled through your ribs. This was insane.

You grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open just enough to lean your head through. You could finally get a good look at him. He was sitting on the toilet seet, his entire face splotched and flushed all down his neck, wringing his hands and bouncing his leg.

When he heard you slide the door open he turned his head abruptly and you heard his breath hitch as he got a look at your face and shoulder sticking out, his eyes sliding from your eyes to your lips, lower still, to your neck and collarbones and—then he remembered himself and turned away abruptly.

"I'm sorry! Oh Merlin, are you—are you done? Do you uh—need a towel or—?" He began to ramble all in one breath and you just continued smiling fondly at his turned back.

"Oh Draco, won't you come in here with me already?"

You held out your hand and patiently waited. You could imagine this would be quite a fallout.

Draco stood completely still when the words left your mouth. One minute, two minutes, three—

The water drying on your skin while more sprayed down had gooseflesh rising all over you. Still, you waited.

"Um—what?" Draco whimpered eventually, voice giving out on him at the end there.

"You heard me." you assurred him.

The hum of running water was the only sound bouncing off the walls again, the very faintest echo of music from downstairs lilting through the closed door.

Draco turned to face you again, he looked wrecked. Eyes wide and dark, his pupils basically swallowing the silver irises, hair disheveled, breath coming in gentle pants.

"You want—?" he mumbled, his voice betraying his own hope and eagerness.

"Yes. For a while." your own smile widened, and for a second a pang of anxiety struck you as you realized he was about to see you naked, but it all dissipated into pooling heat and want as you watched him slowly reach for the first button of his mint green button up shirt and slide it loose. His wide eyes never left yours and you watched the slight tremor in his fingertips as he freed every button, one by one, until his shirt opened and slid off his shoulders, fluttering to the floor.

God he's delicious. All lean, well defined Seeker's physique, the pale marble of his skin an endless expanse. You let your eyes wander, drink in the sight, slide across his chest and lower, over his taut abdomen, hanging up on the waistband of his pants. An outline pushed against the seams there, your mouth watering at the visible bulge.

"Me too." he mumbled, as if you needed any more proof or reassurance of his desire, his hand slowly reaching for his zipper now.

Oh what a lovely party it's been indeed and it was about to get so much better.

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Fin.

#x reader fic #hp fanfic #draco malfoy x fem!reader #party #getting tipsy #showers #implied smut #brief mentions of drinking #tipsy!reader #protective!draco #humour #seduction #getting together #long post

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 3 years

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this might be a weird thought but the way jensen performs masculinity (and i KNOW it’s a performance cause like, have you SEEN the mockumentary?) is just.... so inherently queer to me lmao

ok. okokokokokok. you asked for this. i have a LOT of thoughts on this. it’s gonna be under a cut because i’m gonna be annoying and psychoanalyse a celebrity i’ve never met(and hope i never do) but trust and believe when i tell you i know what i’m talking about so

you want my opinion? here goes. there is absolutely no way jensen ackles is straight. i hear you, ‘how do you know that he’s bi? that’s invasive and creepy’ but may i counter that point by saying how do you know he’s straight???? why is the default for everyone heterosexual? that’s a toxic mentality to have; ‘oh you don’t know for sure so just treat him like he’s 100% straight just in case’ like....what? heteronormativity drives me wild i’m sorry

and also, um, just to, um, prove my point that this man is decidedly not straight™(i really don’t want to do this but like it has to be said) we KNOW he’s not straight because his d*ck has spoken for itself around misha, like, four times. I HATE SAYING IT!!!!!!! but, um, straight men don’t get aroused by men. ...do i really need to explain myself further???? that’s what i thought(and don’t give me the ‘it could have been for unrelated reasons’ or ‘that wasn’t a boner!’ crap because um good lord yes it was and misha caused every single one so no it wasn’t a coincidence i’m gonna move on before i collapse into myself like a dying star)

anyway, on to the topic at hand which is jensen and his performative masculinity. and it’s a juicy one.

after the unconscious amount of hours i’ve put into watching and subconsciously judging jackles, i have come to the conclusion that like, 90% of how he presents himself and talks and even moves is an act. it’s a facade. it’s a shield. he is not that person. it actually seems exhausting, because he tries to compose himself in this macho, manly, confident and effortlessly cool way, but he’s not that person he desperately wishes he was and wants to be perceived as. he’s on guard every second, even the slightest tilt of his head is like, pre-meditated in some way? if i’m going FULL body language analyst mode, i’ve noticed he has a certain posture he always shifts himself into, and it’s very ‘pursed lips, stoic faced, gruff voiced, square-shoulder, broad and manly’ but, not to be rude jensen, it kind of reads as a little kid imitating the adults he thinks are cool? oof i am going IN huh(it’s out of love though i promise)

he is trying to be this person at every second:

because that’s who he wishes he was, because that’s how he gets validation from the people around him that he looks up to; straight white guys. but to me, who he presents himself to be at conventions is just as much of a performance as this whole eye of the tiger bit is.

oh i should mention i know his body language isn’t naturally like that because how he naturally carries himself is actually pretty flamboyant? like he seriously must be toning himself down HARD

examples:

there’s no tension in his body here as opposed to the eye of the tiger gif. i’d describe it as...generally loose and free? he’s at ease when he moves like that and you can see it.

oh and dude!!! DUDE!!!! how could i not mention the fucking SPECTACLE that is his voice??? jensen. i watched season one. i know where your voice naturally sits. THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE. and there have been so many accounts of fans visiting jensen in his trailer and being surprised that his real voice is two octaves higher. again, his performance of masculinity is all encompassing. he can’t even talk normally because, in his mind, that’s a chink in his armour.

and, like you said, anon, this whole smokes-and-mirrors gong show of ‘i am the cool texan man’ is inherently queer. who are you trying to impress??? guys??? that’s pretty gay dude.(btw: gay[honorary])

i feel like i’ve already read this man for filth but i have to keep going bc i have so much to say

ok next thing i’m gonna talk about is how jensen says one thing but everything else about him tells us the exact opposite. another HUGE element of performative masculinity, ONE THAT DEAN WINCHESTER IS A MASTER OF. have i mentioned how dean and jensen are like mirrors of each other when it comes to their sexuality and queer identity??? because it is fascinating how everything i say about jensen also directly applies to dean.

allow me to introduce the grumpy face™. as in, the face he glues on when he’s enjoying doing something but doesn’t want to let anyone know it. and it’s ALWAYS when he’s doing something that could be seen as unmanly in any way. (and when i say manly i mean the ‘ideal’ version of manhood that doesn’t really exist but that jensen seems to be striving for[and dean too])

prime example is this video he did with daneel. the grumpy face™ doesn’t budge the whole time as he’s like,,,,playing an instrument and acting like he doesn’t want to bc i guess that’s too girly??? but i also find this video fascinating because the joke IN it is kind of that they’re both poking fun at him for being so insecure about playing a freaking flute. because, i mean, he gets into it, but he wants you to think he is not.

also this picture.

what is this. i hate them. jensen is smushing himself into misha’s forehead but noooo his face is telling us ‘i hate this’ because CLEARLY he does. also misha’s so happy ew gross

he does that face in photo ops with misha ALL THE TIME but how many times has he also literally asked the con goers if he can also have those photos on his phone too? because of course he actually loves touching misha and is actually a sentimental fool but he tries so hard to hide it and fails so spectacularly.

oh and this. and of COURSE this. actually let’s talk about the hitch kiss for a hot minute because it’s a perfect example of exactly what i’m talking about

(he is so transparent guys. he tries so hard but he’s so obvious.)

1. misha was never supposed to be onstage with him. so it’s a boldface LIE and OBVIOUS PLOY TO GET MISHA TO KISS HIM when he says ‘they’d like us to make out now’. but of course the way he says it is ‘oh my god can you believe what these crazy panel people are making us do haha but i mean what they say goes amirite’. same energy as ‘oh my god did you just dare us to kiss rn???’ ‘....no i didn’t’ ‘oh my god i can’t believe you’d ask that haha but i can’t say no to a dare lol’ it’s the SAME THING

2. the fact that he was in the worst mood before misha came onstage and FAKE KISSING HIM made him feel...SO?? much better? like not just a little better a lot better like, again, that says a lot, because if they weren’t dating he would not be in a better mood if misha kissed his cheek unprompted. bc that cheek kiss wasn’t a joke it was a genuine sign of affection and AHHHH

3. after the kiss happens. you know, the one that jensen actively leans into and is smiling like an idiot the whole time through and is quite clearly having the time of his life during....he says ‘well, that was uncomfortable’. .......my guy. um. i don’t know how to tell you that i do in fact have eyes and you are NOT pulling the fast one you think you are

like i’m so sorry jensen but i have you pegged. it’s literally no use.

god there’s so many instances of him doing this with misha specifically. the whole ‘ew gross lol’ but then everything about him tells us the exact opposite. like this(i hate this. how dare he say ‘he has though, hasn’t he?’ LIKE THAT?????)

so yeah my point with that is he really wants us to think he is one thing when he is the antithesis of what he’s trying to be. he really likes those things that he talks down about, and everything he’s loudly projecting is all to hide how he really feels. he went to a gay bar with daneel, for crying out loud. he wants to play a role in drag. he’s queer and he likes it. pov: you’re jensen ackles train of thought: ‘ok so i really like this thing that people might make fun of me for or call me gay for liking so if i just say ‘lol as if’ and make a grossed-out face they will be FOOLED. i am a genius. hey misha wanna blow on my ear lol i meAN GROSS EW’

i have two more things i want to talk about when it comes to this topic so PLEASE bear with me anon this is why you took so long to answer clearly lmao

ok so we’re now going to go over my favorite hot take of all time. which is ‘how do we know dean’s performing masculinity? because sam isn’t.’ only replace dean with jensen and sam with jared and oh my god do we ever have a case

jared is as STRAIGHT as they come. he is secure in that knowledge. and that’s why he is perfectly comfortable treating misha like this:

and not try to scream ‘i am not enjoying doing this!!!!!!’ at us. because he doesn’t care what we think of his sexuality like jensen does(because he has nothing to hide whereas jensen DOES)

something i found the other day that no one has brought up but i SCREAMED upon finding it is this one clip THAT I CAN’T FIND OH GOD but i promise i’m not making it up. i can’t believe i can’t find it guys it is gold. i need need NEED to talk about it. and if anyone knows what i’m referencing and can apply links in any way i will love you forever but here’s what happens off the top of my head:

ok so i’m a bit too braindead to explain it perfectly but um basically it’s a j2 panel and someone brings up magic mike and i think jared says ‘yeah i didn’t watch it’ and then jensen says ‘all the way through’. stupid joke. whatever. the joke is that jared is gay for watching magic mike.

and then i literally kid you not. jared gets this like ‘jesus christ ok dude? lol’ look on his face and then goes ‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ and jensen gets a guilty look on his face and walks away. and jared did not say it as a joke. he was being dead pan and earnest. and jensen knew it too, he knew he was projecting. i wish i could show you guys the clip i promise if i ever find it i’ll link it but IS THAT NOT SO DAMNING FOR JENSEN????? like come ON. also proves my point that when you compare how they feel about watching magic mike. jared doesn’t care bc watching it just doesn’t interest him, but he also thinks that just watching it in itself doesn’t make you gay. jensen however.......has a different mindset, clearly.

‘projecting much, mr. ackles?’ is actually a great title for my next and FINAL section(we’re almost there folks) which is how jensen projects his insecurites about his own sexuality and relationship with misha onto misha.

i hope by now we’ve all seen this video of jensen impersonating cas. it is a blatant microaggression on his part. and like obviously homophobic. it’s like in his mind if he makes fun of them for being gay it makes them both less gay somehow??? it’s self-deprecation in a way??? let’s just tell it like it is: that impression was just jensen’s overt internalized homophobia rearing it’s ugly head. he does it a LOT too when it comes to misha.

i mean:

and that whole mess where he’s making fun of misha for being a bottom in their panel in 2016? ‘so you’re saying, like with football terms, there’s a handler and there’s a receiver heheheehe’ jensen you’re not exempt from being gay just because you know football terms lmao

oh and his OTHER impression of misha where he mocks him for...bicycling...because it’s not a manly enough sport??? jensen NO ONE else has ever thought this hard in their lives about what constitutes as masculine enough to be a sport before. that’s all you bud. we don��t find those jokes nearly as funny as you do. you are reaching, sir

the good news is that misha thinks it’s hilarious and knows it’s projecting on jensen’s part and will tease him endlessly for it. many stories come to mind, like that one photo op story where they’re literally dressed in rainbow banners and pride stickers but when misha goes to hold his hand jensen said something like ‘no way’ and then misha stepped back, put his hands on his hips and went ‘that’s the part that’s too gay for you???’ and jensen LOST it

or when that whole underwear thing happened(messy messY MESSY BTW) and then a fan asked a question about what dean and cas would do in rome and misha just said ‘when in rome’ and jensen makes a face like ‘are you serious’ and then misha says ‘you can’t look at me like that anymore, because of what you did!!!!!!’

OH and that whole story about when misha suggested they put jensen in the closet for that cat video....yeah um

and then when jensen was asked to do bisexual finger guns for a photo op and the con goer said ‘he looks bisexual here’ and misha literally said ‘oh he definitely looks bisexual here. i would say he’s actually closer to the gay side of the spectrum’ so..um...make with that as you will

OH MY GOD i’m finally done. wow. WOW. that was a lot. i hope i’ve blown your minds. ty anon i really wanted to talk about this and i hope you’re happy with the outcome!!!!!!

#cockles ask #sexuality spec #jensen is bi #anti rps for ts #cockles #liz answers #ok i have to admit it is crazy i have retained all this info #i hope someone appreciates it #my analysis #mine

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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The confession (Don Giorno x Fem! Reader

A cute request from a nonnie mouse, I hope this is what you were looking for my sweet 🥰💭💜🐞

No warnings, just fluff

Word count: 1506

“Buongiorno, Gio, I have the documents you requested yesterday,” you greeted the young mafia Don with a sunny smile as you handed the envelope to him.

“Buongiorno (y/n), thank you so much for getting these to me as quickly as you did, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for just springing this on you as well,” Giorno apologized, returning your smile with one of his own.

Ever since Giorno had taken over Passione, you had been his support structure, whether it was help with the copious amounts of documentation he had to go through or intricate missions that he trusted nobody other than you with, you were always ready to serve your Don. Similarly, you could always rely on Giorno for anything. Everything you both did was aimed at protecting each other, and there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for each other. Mista Fugo and Trish always commented that you and Giorno always behaved like a couple, earning dismissive laughs from you both. Sure, you both cared deeply for each other, but a couple? No, you were certain he didn’t think of you in that way.

Just as you turned to leave, Giorno had called you back, asking you to stay for the meeting he was going to have with the Capos and Mista. No sooner had you taken your seat, had Mista brought everyone in. You sat quietly, offering your input when requested, keeping your game face on for the duration of the time. There was one Capo however, that took advantage of every opportunity he had to address you, either directly with his questions or indirectly with his flirtatious glances.

You had only encountered Lucian a few times prior to this, each time proving to more difficult than the last, however, he has never openly behaved this way in front of Giorno before. You wished they would conclude their agenda so you could escape his piercing gaze.

“Well, if that’s everything, this meeting is adjourned,” said Giorno, almost as if he was able to read your mind, bringing the meeting to a close.

“If that’s all, (y/n), would you mind walking with me, there’s something I’d like to speak to you about, I won’t take too much of your time,” said Lucian to you.

You wordlessly looked towards Giorno, and sought his permission to leave, which he gave you with a curt nod, as his intense eyes followed you until you disappeared out the door.

“You’re scowling Giorno,” Mista was somewhat amused but he actually felt bad for his friend. Whether it was confusion or just awkwardness regarding these matters, you and the emerald-eyed man have been dancing around this issue for the longest time. It was becoming tedious to watch. Perhaps the threat of another person potentially taking you away would force Giorno to give a definition to his feelings.

Mista watched him intently, deciding to speak frankly, “You know you’re in love with her… and you know she loves you too. I don’t know what it is that’s tripping you both up, but I know you can’t keep doing this forever. She’s young and beautiful and will attract the attention of others who will be more brazen in their approach. If not Lucian, then someone else will take her from you.” The gravity of Mista’s words hit Giorno all at once. Before he could say anything more, Mista had returned his attention to what he was reading, and you had returned to the room with a soft smile on your face.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, he just needed my input on one of new territories he’s taking over, we’re meeting for dinner later,” you explained nonchalantly, unable to pick up on Giorno’s discomfort.

“Dinner? Like a date? Pried the young Don, trying to think about how best to thwart these plans.

“No… yes… I guess it is a date. He seemed excited enough…”

“I see…”

“You two are beyond frustrating, I’ll see you later,” with that Mista left in an exasperated huff.

You looked at Giorno, wondering what annoyed the gunslinger to that extent, but he just shrugged it off.

The rest of the day was spent quietly working, and the hours passed by faster than you would have liked them to.

“I think we’ve made good progress today, is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?” you ask as you start gathering your things to make your exit.

“Thanks, I think we’ve covered everything… can I send one of the drivers with you? Oh, I’ll send a guard too, I’m sure none of them would mind, they’re all very fond of you and…”

“Giorno, it’s fine, it’s not such a big deal, just dinner, and I can take care of myself you know. Or have you forgotten the times I’ve beaten you while we were sparring?”

“Beat me? I let you win… I… I miss those times…” The sad smile on his face mirrored your own feelings, this nostalgia was bitter sweet.

“Me too… we should make time to do those things again… well I should go now, see you tomorrow Gio,”. Giorno sadly watched as you exited his study for the second time that day, feelings of guilt and jealously overtook his senses in waves. He wanted you to be happy, but he could no longer ignore the glaringly obvious fact that he wanted- no, needed- to be the one to make you happy.

You decided to stop at Mista’s house before going home. You wanted to make sure he was okay after the way he left earlier.

“Hey Mista,”

“(y/n), what are you doing here? Did something happen?” said Mista in a concerned voice as he stepped aside to let you in.

“No, no, I came to see how you were doing… You were acting a bit weird this morning, is everything okay?” you ask as you walked in. You always thought of Mista as an older brother, he messed with you incessantly, but you could always talk to him about the things that mattered.

“Ah, haha, I’m fine, you didn’t have to come all this way, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“You creep, I came all this way to check on you and you sound like you want to get rid of me,” you said, playfully punching him on the arm.

“Whatever, gallinella, so is everything okay with you?”

As you and Mista spent some time chatting in general, you felt a sense of calm slowly permeate your mind. With this clarity, you also realized you forgot to tell Giorno about a very important meeting he needed to be at early the next day. Just as you fished out your cellphone to call him and let him know, Mista’s phone rang.

“Oh its Giorno,”

“Perfect, Mista can you place the call on speaker please, I need to talk to him really quickly,”

With a nod, he answers the call, “Hi Giorno, listen (y/n) is…”

“You were right Mista, you were right about everything. I’m completely in love with (y/n) and I don’t know what to do. Should I just pretend? Should I tell her?”

“You just did… I was going to tell you that I put you on speaker because she was here and wanted to talk to you, but you just kept talking…”

“Goddammit Mista!”

“Hey don’t blame me, anyway , I think you should call her…” suggested Mista as he gave you some space to process the information you had just become privy to.

Your eyes grew larger than saucers and your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn’t believe Giorno felt that way. No sooner had he hung up on Mista, did you see his name popping up on your caller ID.

“(y/n), I suppose you heard all of that… even though I didn’t want you to find out like this, I meant every word. I know you have other plans tonight, but can we please talk about this tomorrow?” explained Giorno.

“I did… I heard everything. I’ll cancel my plans tonight, I can’t go with him in good conscience after all of that, it’s not fair to anyone,”

“I won’t tell you what to do, and I’ll be respectful of whatever you decide, I just feel we need to talk…”

“Thank you Gio, and yes I agree, we’ll talk when I see you tomorrow…” you respond, the smile on your face was almost audible in the happy lilt your voice carried.

“Alright then tesoro, well, have a good evening, be safe on your way home.”

After saying goodbye to Mista and driving yourself home, you had the awkward task of calling Lucian, who was more understanding than you gave him credit for. For the rest of your night, your thoughts kept returning to Giorno, and it was then that you realized exactly how deep your feelings for him ran. With those sweet feelings effervescing in your chest, you went to sleep with a smile on your face, dreaming about what the future might hold for you both.

#giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno #don giorno #don giovanna #jjba x reader #jojo x reader #giogio #jjba giorno #jjba fluff #jjba fanfic #my writing

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riversofmars · 3 years

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OMG Vastra and Jenny's wedding! Please write that! Maybe they 'never' got around to it because multiple Doctors and multiple Rivers showed up and therefore don't remember. Haha. Pretty please?

OMG I love this! Yes, of course I will! It's utter chaos, I hope you like it. I was having a good laugh while writing :D

Rating: G

Word Count: 2200

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The Big Day

“Strax!“ Madame Vastra’s voice carried through the corridors of 13 Paternoster Row.

“Yes, Ma’am?“ Strax stuck his head into Vastra’s study, and the lady of the house looked around.

“There you are. I need you to get Jenny as well,“ she instructed.

“Now, Ma’am?“ Strax frowned.

“Yes, Strax right now,“ she retorted with a sigh.

“You do realise what day it is?“ The butler prompted. It had taken him a while to find her as the study was not where she was supposed to be.

“Yes, Strax I am fully aware what day it is. But the fate of London, planet Earth and, frankly, Time itself makes no exceptions, not even for one’s wedding day,“ Vastra groaned in annoyance. She had been in her bed chambers getting ready for the big day when her advanced hearing had picked up on a series of alarms sounding from the study. She had considered ignoring them, this was meant to be the happiest day of her life after all, but her sense of duty had gotten the better of her.

“Very good, Ma’am…“ Strax nodded. “But perhaps we might try to… solve the problem by ourselves? I’m afraid Miss Jenny might be awfully disappointed if she were to see you before the ceremony,“ the commander pointed out. While he couldn’t pretend to understand the meaning behind all these seemingly random Earth traditions, he appreciated that they bore some significance to Jenny.

“Strax…“ Vastra sighed, she didn’t need him making her feel any more guilty than she already did. All she wanted was for this to be the perfect day for Jenny and already things were going wrong.

“Earlier she threw a shoe at me when I requested her help in serving tea,“ Strax explained.

“Do you think maybe that has something to do with the fact that you asked her to work on her wedding day?“ Vastra couldn’t help a smirk of amusement, she would have enjoyed seeing Strax trying to duck a shoe flying his way.

“I hadn’t considered it, Ma’am,“ the Sontaran mused. “I shall file that under human mating rituals: no work on the wedding day.“

“Right, okay, I suppose I should apply the same principle to fighting alien incursions. Let’s see if we can deal with this discreetly, without Jenny…“ Vastra decided, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Perhaps I might be of some assistance!“ Strax and Vastra whirled around to see Professor River Song flash a stunning smile at them. She shook out her hair that fizzed with the energy of vortex manipulator travel.

“Professor Song!“ Vastra took a moment to recover from the shock. She stared in surprise at the archaeologist who smoothed down a beautiful navy gown. Guests weren’t meant to arrive for another few hours. Vastra herself hadn’t even changed yet.

“Sorry, I am a bit early but I was in need of a quick getaway and set the coordinates in a hurry… but sounds like I might have been just in time?“ River grinned.

“Well, uh…“ the lady of the house struggled for words.

“So what seems to be the problem, I’m happy to help,“ the professor carried on pleasantly as she looked around the study. “I’m sure there are things you’d rather be doing right now.“

“How about some tea?“ Strax interjected.

“Champagne if you don’t mind. Or is it a bit early for that too?“ River retorted.“What time is it anyway?“

“You see, that seems to be the problem,“ Vastra said, pointing to a clock on the mantelpiece. It had stopped.

“I thought something didn’t feel quite right,“ River checked the time on her vortex manipulator as well.

“It’s not just the one clock, I have checked them all, they’ve just stopped,“ the Silurian carried on.

“Well then, there is nothing for it, we must locate the source of the time distortion so we can get on with this lovely day. You’re only meant to get married once. Getting caught in an alternate reality or a time loop or something to that effect would be awfully inconvenient,“ River clapped her hands together with enthusiasm. As someone with first-hand experience of weddings outside the fabric of time, she felt best equipped to deal with things.

“And how would you suggest we start?“ Vastra asked.

“Well, there really only is one question we need to ask ourselves… where is my plus one? I am fairly certain one of them is responsible for this,“ River put her hands on her hips. “He’s not arrived yet, has he?“

“Which one of them did you bring?“ Vastra questioned, and the professor ran her hand through her hair.

“Ah well, I thought I would see whichever one of them turns up…“

“Oh…“ Realisation dawned on Vastra what sort of temporal disturbance they might be dealing with.

“Was I supposed to bring one in particular?“ River asked, and the Silurian shook her head.

“Well, no. No, it’s just…“

“Ah…“ River came to the same conclusion as the detective. “Yes, I see what you mean…“

“It would make sense…“ Vastra crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Could you please stop communicating telepathically?“ Strax intervened, and the two women looked around to him.

“More than one Doctor in the same place and time,“ Vastra explained while River produced a scanner from the small clutch bag she was holding.

“Dimensional engineering isn’t just useful for TARDISes, you know,“ she smirked in response to their confused expressions and started running a scan. “The disturbance isn’t far from here, in fact… just…“ She pointed to the ground beneath their feet. “Below us.“

“The Siluritum,“ Vastra sighed. Of course. The cavern below 13 Paternoster Row was where they would be having the ceremony and reception.

“Come on!“ River grinned, heading towards the door. “Or would you rather stay and continue getting ready…?“ She turned back to Vastra, looking her up and down.

“I would rather make sure my wedding does not equate to the end of the universe,“ the detective retorted as she followed.

“What should I do, Ma’am?“ Strax piped up.

“Reassure Jenny that everything is absolutely fine and that everything is going off without a hitch,“ Vastra decided it was best to keep her bride in the dark for as long as possible. Surely, the situation would be easy enough to rectify and with any luck, she would never need to know. “Do NOT let her venture downstairs.“

“But what if she…“ Strax carried on, and Vastra interrupted him:

“Use your initiative Strax: lie.“

“This way…“ Vastra indicated, and River followed. As they descended the stairs to what any ordinary visitor would have presumed the basement, the air was not only getting hot and moist as Silurians preferred it, it also seemed to be fizzing with energy. Reality was slightly out of whack, and the first TARDIS came into view at the bottom of the stairs.

“Now this is going to be fun,“ River commented as they stepped into the impressive cave - decorated for the occasion with the most luscious flowers - and they spotted another dozen TARDISes. There was room enough but evidently not time and reality enough to accommodate them or their numerous owners.

“Alright, can everyone just calm down so we can work this out?!“ One of the Doctors shouted in a thick Scottish accent. “As the oldest one here, I can assure you, none of you are meant to be here, I’d remember!“

“If our time streams are crossed, you wouldn’t remember, actually!“ Another Doctor shot back, who River liked to refer to as Pretty Boy.

“I think this is all some big misunderstanding,“ yet another Doctor - donning particularly well-grown celery for the occasion - pointed out.

“You’re gonna have to help me here…“ Vastra mumbled to River as they hovered in the doorway.

“Who are all these people?“ A young girl enquired of the Doctor next to her.

“Susan Foreman, Doctor’s granddaughter…“ River whispered to Vastra who looked back at her bemused.

“Does that make you a step-grandmother?“

“Shut up…“ River elbowed the Silurian who smirked but then she pointed out all the companions' names to her as they watched them bicker.

“Doctor, you didn’t mention you used to be so handsome…“ Amy Pond was currently in the process of eyeing up several of the Doctor’s previous incarnations while their Doctor just groaned in annoyance, and Rory Williams tried his best to keep her from making acquaintances.

“Handsome? Really?“ Donna Noble shot back, obviously disgusted at the very thought while Pretty Boy smugly straightened his tie.

“So they’re all you?“ Sarah Jane Smith asked, bewildered.

“It would appear so…“ her Doctor retorted, tangling his long scarf around him, while soothing down a suit. To their credit, everyone had dressed up for the occasion.

“Doctor, what are we doing here?“ Liv Chenka threw her hands up in the air, fed up with the bickering.

“We’ve been invited to a wedding,“ her Doctor replied with a wide grin.

“Who’s wedding?“ Ace McShane interjected.

“I don’t know but I love a good wedding, don’t you?“ her Doctor grinned, straightening his hat.

“You don’t even know Vastra and Jenny yet!“ The Doctor that River liked to nickname “Eyebrows“ shot back.

“Is that who’s getting married? Lovely, best put that on the card…“ Pretty Boy instructed Donna who rolled her eyes at him.

“Do you think perhaps it’s time to…“ Vastra looked at River.

“What?“ The professor had been engrossed in watching the spectacle in front of them but the detective certainly had a point. “Oh yeah, yes, let's!“

“Excuse me, everyone!“ Vastra called out and everyone looked around. Before the Silurian could carry on, however, there was an energy discharge, knocking everyone off their feet. Suddenly, another TARDIS appeared in their midst.

“Sorry, sorry! Are we late?“ Another Doctor, northern with blond bobbed hair, stuck her head out.

“Now, this is getting more interesting by the minute!“ River raised her eyebrows intrigued, as she clambered back to her feet.

“River!“ the blond Doctor exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face. The other Doctors - surprisingly even the ones that didn’t really know who she was - mirrored the expression upon lying eyes on their wife..

“Professor!“ Vastra elbowed River who took delight in the attention suddenly devoted to her. The air was humming with energy, if another TARDIS decided to pop up now, things would surely go very wrong indeed.

“Right, everyone, this is getting a tiny bit complicated…“ River announced, though somewhat half-heartedly as she made eyes at her numerous husbands and wife, so Vastra decided it best to take things in her own hands:

“And by tiny bit complicated the professor means to say you are disrupting the very fabric of time.“ She put her hands on her hips, her voice stern. “In my house. On my wedding day. And as I would like to actually get married later today, it would be nice if time could carry on and not break, not today.“

“Oh right.“ The Doctors exchanged concerned glances.

“Yeah, I suppose that wouldn’t be very good, would it…“

“So if you wouldn’t mind parking your TARDISes elsewhere,“ Vastra carried on and there were more nods from various Doctors:

“Right.“

“Sure.“

“Naturally.“

“But… which one of us gets to stay? We’re all invited,“ it was the oldest Doctor that spoke up. She was looking at River with stars in her eyes, and it melted the professor’s heart. She evidently hadn’t seen her in a long time and was keen to stay.

“Ah yes, that may have been an oversight on my part…“ River admitted sheepishly as she had sent a message on the psychic paper. One that had clearly reached all of them.

“Well, I think there’s only one thing for it,“ a voice sounded from the doorway, and everyone whirled around. Jenny crossed her arms in front of her chest in amusement as she watched the peculiar scene in front of her.

Everyone was at a loss for words but Vastra in particular. Jenny was wearing a stunning wedding dress of white lace, her hair was pinned up with white flowers and her bright smile was the most dazzling thing of all.

“Darling, it’s…“ Vastra was going to say that everything was alright and dealt with. She was going to say that it was far too early for her to be down here. She was going to say that they shouldn’t be seeing each other yet, but all she could manage was: “You look beautiful.“

“And you’re not changed yet,“ Jenny smirked. “You better, as soon as time carries on.“

“We will have this sorted in a minute, Jenny, I’m so sorry about this.“ River said but the bride just laughed.

“I should have expected today wouldn’t go off without a hitch,“ she commented. “Just as… extraordinary as the rest of our life.“ She smiled at Vastra who gave a soft chuckle as well.

“You said there was one thing for it? What solution did you have in mind, my love?“

“Well I suppose, to keep things fair, we will have to repeat the ceremony a few times, won’t we. So everyone can attend.“ Jenny grinned as Vastra’s face fell.

“Are you serious?“

“Well, it’s only fair. Don’t tell me it’s such a hardship to keep kissing me,“ Jenny winked to a chorus of cheers. She wrapped her arms around her wife-to-be who allowed herself to be pulled into a hug.

Suddenly there was another discharge of energy.

“Alright everyone, move your TARDISes!“ Vastra exclaimed, and the Doctors jumped into action. “It’s gonna be a long and beautiful day.“ She smiled at Jenny and pressed a loving kiss to her lips. The first of many they would share that day.

#Doctor who #fanfiction #prompt #river song #thirteenth doctor #madame vastra #jenny flint #fluff #crack #banter #space wives #yowzah #paternoster gang #dw fanfic #femslash #multiple doctor #strax

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that-is-where-they-wait · 4 years

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That is Where They Wait Ch 14: The Letter

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[so funny story I actually posted this on FFN and ao3 forever ago but not here. oops. but posting here is a hassle, in my defense. hope everyone is doing okay? also check the notes for some Haha Funny Jokes because I don't want to add them to the. actual post.]

Perhaps the way to answer the present is with the past.

The metal of the hinge was cool under his finger, intricate design branching onto the actual door. It should've been smooth, but instead it was rough and red.

Rust.

Kai frowned. Rusty metal was usually brittle — but the door hadn't come down, even when he and Karlof rammed into it repeatedly. That plan of ripping at its hinges and hoping it came down was starting to look flimsy.

Ech. Well, they had to keep trying and hope for the best. It wasn't like they could stay in the small, dark room much longer. Kai had cobbled together a makeshift flame with pieces of rope and cloth from his gi, but it would definitely not last much longer.

Plus, he was getting really antsy, and it'd be just plain stupid to be so isolated when they weren't safe. When he'd asked about Lloyd and found out he was, in fact, both inside the mansion and unaccounted for, he had been about ready to knock Karlof's helmet off of his head.

… In hindsight, maybe he'd been a little forceful.

But hey, in return, he'd informed Karlof about everything they knew on the mansion and the spirit so far. So he didn't feel too bad about it.

"Psst." He went over to where he'd left Karlof and poked. "We gotta go."

No response.

Ohhhh, perfect. The guy had to go and fall asleep on him. They'd already spent so much time staying put! He was itching to get moving again, and Lloyd and Skylor were still out there, who knew where! Not to mention, if the others woke up and noticed him missing … (It occurred to him, a little belatedly, that they might blame Jay for that. Another twinge of guilt. But he could apologize for that when they went back.)

But it had been an exhausting trek just to get here. Karlof had endured that, and no sleep to recharge afterwards …

Kai sighed, seating himself next to him. Yeah, they weren't going anywhere until Karlof finished his beauty sleep. But then there came the issue of having nothing to distract himself with. Already he could just feel himself tiredly debating whether to indulge the pessimistic trains of thought forming in his head in all their bleak glory.

Abruptly, something slammed against him. Okay, so it didn't slam into him, but it definitely felt that way, because oof! It was heavy. Kai squirmed briefly, but a moment later, he realized he shouldn't even bother. Instead, he hissed an irritated puff of air through his teeth and tried to pull an overly-cuddly Karlof off of him. Why in the name of the First Spinjitzu Master was he—

An exposed part of his bandaged arm made contact with Karlof's for a second, before Kai drew it away and grimaced at how cold it was.

… Oh.

The way Karlof's arm was draped on him, Kai couldn't reach his face with his hand. He settled for a drawn-out groan instead. Just because he was the human toaster … and now he couldn't move!

Oh well. If nothing else, he could totally hold it over Karlof's head later. Blackmail material or something. But what was he supposed to do now?

A bleary yawn escaped his mouth.

There was one idea.

Nope, he thought to himself immediately. No way, José, someone had to stay awake, and he'd already bailed out on that once. But the door was locked, and the whole day and the effects of staying up so long were finally catching up to him …

Kai tried to debate the point a little longer, but as it turned out, he was pretty tired. Too tired to properly argue with himself, and before he could, he'd already fallen asleep.

The tiny flame winked out and left the room engulfed in black.

Lloyd wrapped up a summary of the search he'd just gotten back from.

Considering that depressingly little had changed since the last time they'd looked, it didn't take very long. The ever-encroaching cocktail of panic and despair clawed at his guts and his chest, made his throat tight, and he could feel it radiating off of Jay and Cole near him, optimistic as they tried to remain. At least Skylor had gotten some work in on fixing her bow while they'd been gone, although she hopefully wouldn't be needing it anytime soon.

The light trickling from the windows had become thin, silvery moonlight and long, fragmented shadows streaking across the floor and cutting into each other. Cole glanced at everyone in the room and declared that it was probably about time they slept; both searches had taken quite a while, even with how much of the mansion was still closed off to them. It didn't seem likely that much more would happen that day.

Zane took in everything they said solemnly, then pulled something out from beside him.

"It's disheartening to know that the two of them are still missing. But perhaps I can offer something else to think about before we rest for tonight?"

On closer inspection, it appeared to be a faded eggplant-colored satchel.

"I found this on the mantle while you were investigating in the tunnels. I didn't want to look through it without you …"

"Can I?" Lloyd reached out, opening the bag and peering into it for a moment. Then, as the rest of them watched, he stuck his hand in and, one by one, set its contents onto the floor for better examination.

On the carpet, there currently sat a small black inkwell, a quill stand, a bound book, a faded set of folded purple clothes, an assortment of large and small weapons, and a few loose pieces of parchment with writing on them. Maybe it all belonged to the person that owned the place, ages ago?

Evidently, they were all wondering a similar thing.

Lloyd set aside the empty bag and stared at the various items he'd placed down. "Hm. They were carrying weapons …"

"Whose stuff is all this?" Skylor finally voiced the question.

"It likely dates back to the Serpentine war," Zane said. "The antiquity of all the items would fit."

"Well, then, we should find out, shouldn't we?" Jay grabbed the book, slowly teasing open the binding and riffling through the pages. Lloyd caught a glimpse of inky letters over paper lightly yellowed with time; all things considered, it was pretty well-preserved.

"Careful, Jay, that looks heavy. Wouldn't wanna pull a muscle lifting that thing." Cole's mouth twitched up in a smirk, Jay briefly peering over the book with narrow eyes.

"… I mishandle an empty packing crate one time."

"Yeah, well," Lloyd huffed. "You nearly dropped it right on my foot. I still get splinters from that crate when I'm not watching my step."

"Thanks, Lloyd!" Jay looked supremely offended. "I didn't ask!" Still a little sullen from the disappointing results of the day, Lloyd didn't bother sassing him back. He scoffed when he noticed Jay looking helplessly at Zane — they all knew full well that never worked, so when the nindroid minutely shook his head there was hardly any surprise.

"Silly zaptrap," Cole shook his head and tsked. "Once is all it takes on this team. You of all people should know better."

Jay hmphed and nearly went back to skimming the book he'd picked up, but his head popped up curiously when Skylor spoke.

"Isn't it kind of late? If we're going to look at anything, maybe we should read one of the loose sheets instead. I feel like trying to get into something that long when we need to sleep isn't the best idea. I want to stay in-the-know, but I'm not sure how much longer I can pay attention to anything right now …" She shrugged, looking a little self-conscious. "Sorry."

Oh, right. It was usually Lloyd's job to be one of the voices of reason.

Looking around, he was certain that last sentence didn't pertain to just Skylor, though. The banter was being tossed rather lazily and there was a sluggishness to everyone's movements, even Zane's. As for himself, the temptation to just plonk onto the next piece of bedding he picked up while cleaning up the aftermath of the pillow-and-assorted-accessories fight and sleep on it right there had been overwhelming.

"It's quite alright," Zane reassured her. "You have a point, at that. Perhaps something like this would suffice for tonight?" He held up a messily rolled piece of paper, and pulled it open. Lloyd eyed it and nodded; seemed interesting enough. Most likely, they could learn a thing or two, discuss, and then go to bed without too much further ado.

"Looks good to me," Cole said. "Let's see about this person, then."

Zane's eyes fell to the paper for a few seconds before freezing, glowing ever so faintly brighter, and doing a funny skip between Lloyd and the paper before settling back on the paper. Lloyd frowned, unsure he liked the new furrow in Zane's brow.

"What is it, buddy?"

Zane coughed awkwardly. Amazing how even nindroids did that when they were nervous.

"This appears to be a letter addressed to Garmadon."

Lloyd's eyes widened, breath hitching. Abruptly his heart felt less like it was beating and more like it was trying to break itself out of his chest.

Dad.

It had been, safe to say, a little while since he'd thought about his father. The same father he'd gone through hell and back to finally have by his side, only to banish and then drown for good.

He'd kept himself good and busy, helping the team move base to the abandoned Temple of Airjitzu. Warded off the lingering pain from remembering, during the Day of the Departed, pretty well with dusting and heavy lifting and organizing what needed to be packed.

Lloyd had always done his best to draw strength from his father's memory. Like he'd told his mother during Day of the Departed: "Sometimes it feels like he's still with me."

It sure didn't feel like he was with Lloyd now.

"Lloyd?"

He blinked.

"Lloyd, you good?"

He looked over. Cole and the others were all watching him with concern, trying to gauge his reaction.

Quietly, he took a deep breath. He was supposed to have gotten past this. It wasn't supposed to still sting so much when he'd moved onto something healthier, more bittersweet than the more raw, consuming pain he'd known for a while.

Maybe the mansion's atmosphere was digging deeper than he'd thought, ripping open old wounds on top of slashing new ones.

"Yeah." Then, to ensure they couldn't press him about it, "Are you sure, Zane? Lemme see." Zane obliged, handing him the letter. Lloyd took it and held it up to the firelight, careful not to wrinkle the aged parchment, and skimmed it silently, feeling everyone's eyes still on him.

Having caught his reaction to Garmadon's name, they were probably a little surprised when he chuckled.

"What is it?" Skylor tilted her head. "What did they say?"

"It's just the first paragraph. Listen to this!" Clearing his throat, all too glad to focus on the letter, he read it, the ninja going from attentive listening to confused snickering as he did.

"My dearest friend, Garmadon, it seems fitting to start with the most important subject here—thanks a lot for letting me blunder into that whole mess, you absolute withered honeysuckle. I was delayed two whole days trying to firstly explain how I accidentally deposed a chieftess, and then restore some semblance of normalcy to the village. I don't," Lloyd had to catch his breath, barely managing to stop snickering long enough to finish the sentence, "I don't even know why we're still friends." "What in the world is this talking about?" Cole wheezed.

"Absolute withered honeysuckle," Jay mimicked, cracking up himself.

"Well. They were friends, we've learned that much," Skylor stated, desperately trying to regain a straight face.

"Absolute chums, from the sound of it. Just the best of buddies. Like you and me, huh, Cole?"

"If this whole 'accidentally deposed a chieftess' stuff is anything to go by," Cole said, still laughing, "they were even better."

"I wonder what they got up to if this was forty years ago." Zane set about tidying up the remaining letters and the bound book earlier held by Jay, probably figuring he might as well get it over with while they were all distracted. "Or who this was, to be so evidently close to Garmadon."

"Uh, am I the only one wondering what a honeysuckle is?"

Metaphorical crickets, much to Jay's chagrin.

"Just me? Okay."

A sigh. "They're flowers, Jay."

As the room got quiet enough to hear the crackling fireplace again, Lloyd went back to skimming the letter. The little smile that had lingered on his face fell flat again as he took in the words.

"What's the holdup?" Jay complained after a moment.

"Honestly, with the way this is written, if I read it verbatim you'd probably fall asleep," Lloyd muttered over the page. "Shut up and let me summarize."

"I … okay."

Lloyd squinted at the words. "This is an awful lot to take in. What's a … Shhh … Shuuuuravansha?"

"A what?" A confused chorus met his ears; evidently the rest of the room only knew about as much as he did.

"Maybe the word comes from the local language," Cole suggested. "I did hear a lot of the villagers speaking something I didn't recognize."

"Probably. Zane, you wouldn't happen to have that language in your databases or anything, would you?" Jay asked.

"I'm afraid not," Zane said apologetically. "What is the rest of the sentence, Lloyd? Perhaps the proper context will make it easier to guess."

"'I spoke with the Shuravansha and revised the contingency plans based on the information I got from them, as well as reports from you and our spies on the Serpentine's movement.' How do you even say that?"

"I guess the jury stays out on that one," Cole replied. "But I don't think that's a person. It says 'the Shuravansha'. I don't call Jay 'the Jay'; it'd be weird."

"So a group of some sort?" Jay suggested. "The word 'the' implies more than one."

"But it could be a title," Skylor pointed out. "Like 'the chief' or 'the sensei'."

"Either way, it reveals little about the nature of this Shuravansha," Zane said. "All that sentence gave us is that they had information about the Serpentine relevant to the author of this letter."

"Whatever it is, it's probably important," Lloyd muttered, rubbing his eyes and going back to the letter. "But maybe we'll find more clues about them later."

"Then we should remember it," Skylor muttered. "How do you spell that?"

He spelled it out and kept reading. The room went back to quiet anticipation, until Lloyd sputtered, squinted at something on the page, then looked up at them.

"What the heck, Cole?"

"Huh?" All eyes were now on a flabbergasted Cole. "Wh-what'd I do?!"

"I, it's not you, it's just — since when was the last master of earth a traitor?"

"Whoa whoa whoa, what?" Jay piped up. "That's kinda a heavy accusation to just bandy around!"

"What is this coming from, Lloyd?" Zane asked.

"It literally says right there, 'Earth went traitor on us'! There's only one way to read that!"

Skylor was scribbling like mad.

"Wha—well, don't look at me!" Cole said. "I don't know anything about this!"

"Maybe that's not all there is to it." It was difficult to see Skylor's eyes behind the shades. "My father turned the Anacondrai and the other tribes against humans to start the whole war in the first place. Then he turned the elemental masters against themselves."

"Maybe that was the case here too. Is there anything else about the master of earth, Lloyd?" Zane spoke up.

"Full sentence is 'The Constrictai among them can burrow, and ever since Earth, the weasel, went traitor on us, we lost our best protection against that tactic.' So they're really still talking about the Serpentine."

"Hmm."

"Mmmaybe we should go back to the rest of the letter?" Jay said tentatively.

"I dunno. I kinda wanna hear about this." Cole curiously poked his head closer, wanting to get a look at the letter. Lloyd drew back and immediately felt bad when Cole regarded him a moment before scooting back, hiding a yawn behind his hand.

Right. It was late.

"I mean, there isn't anything else in the letter about them … just the one sentence."

"Fine. What's the rest of it say, then? We really don't have the rest of the night here."

He had a point. Lloyd was pretty ready to be done with the letter and get some rest, by now.

"Wait a sec," Jay said. "'Went traitor on us.' Who's 'us'?"

"Oh." Cole's eyes widened. "Oh my god, you actually have a point. Yeah, that sounds an awful lot like … they called him 'Earth', not his name."

"How do you know that's not his name? Maybe his mom had a weird taste in names."

"... I'm pretty sure that wasn't his name, Jay."

"The word 'us' does seem to suggest camaraderie," Zane mused. "Given that and their knowledge of elemental power, perhaps they were acquainted with the elemental masters, or worked alongside them in some manner."

"That makes sense," Lloyd agreed, not looking up from the paper he held. "Or maybe they even were a master!"

"There's nothing to confirm it yet …" Skylor pointed out. "I'll just write down that they probably knew about the elemental masters. I think that's a safe conclusion."

"Fair enough," Zane said. "I think we should hear the rest of the letter now, before it gets much later. Lloyd?"

"Okay, so. Basically, my dad sent this person, whoever they are, info about Serpentine movement in the area. There were more loose gangs causing trouble than anything, they were just harder to predict because they weren't associated with the Anacondrai commanders. But according to them, the Southern Woodlands were in too strategic a location to risk—"

"Southern Woodlands?" Jay interrupted.

"That's probably what this forest is called. The villagers called it that on our way here."

"Yeah, I think I remember hearing that from someone," Cole said.

"Anyway. Like I was saying." Lloyd coughed pointedly and continued. "The Woodlands were too risky to leave unprotected because the thick plant life would give the Serpentine a naturally-sheltered base to recover and hide in. And they didn't have a lot of time left because … wait." The loopy handwriting in thick black ink cut off abruptly near the middle of the page, the last sentence never to be finished. "It just cuts off mid-sentence."

"Why did I ever think I'd have an easy time of this." Skylor sounded disappointed. "There wouldn't happen to be a name or anything at the bottom, would there?"

Lloyd shook his head. Of course there wasn't; that'd be too easy for them, now, wouldn't it?

"So why didn't they have time, exactly?" Jay said.

"An abrupt end of that nature would suggest some kind of interruption, would it not?" Zane said. "They never had the chance to finish writing this letter."

"If this is from the same era as everything else we've been seeing, then there was a war on. I imagine that'd do it," Cole said.

"Okay, but there's no signs of a fight in this room," Jay pointed out.

"... Ah. That is. Also true."

If he were a little less tired, Lloyd would've chuckled at Cole being caught off-guard without even a witty defense.

"I wonder what they were expecting not to have a lot of time for …" Lloyd wondered. "There's no signs of a fight here, but it's super messy everywhere else, especially downstairs. Maybe something happened there."

"And maybe it's related to the spirit." Cole ran a hand through his thick, messy hair, eyes dark. "There's no way something like that came out of nowhere."

"Given what we know, it is still impossible to gauge exactly what took place in this mansion," Zane said. "It does seem likely that the Serpentine activity this person mentioned had something to do with it, though. The only way to know for sure would be to find more information"

"So we don't know that, either," Jay muttered. "Write that down as a solid 'maybe', I guess."

Skylor nodded. "Anything else I should put down?"

Lloyd shook his head, and Skylor gratefully flipped the notepad closed and set it aside. Her words had actually begun to slur together with tiredness, so even if there were, he wasn't about to put her through writing it.

"Well, if that's all, then." Cole yawned, again. "Let's call it a day. How long's it been?"

"My internal clock is completely frozen," Zane sighed. "And PIXAL says she can't start it up without any connection to the outside world. But according to my timer, it's been approximately 15 hours since Jay woke me and Cole up to inform us Kai was missing."

Yep. Definitely time to wind down.

The mood dipped briefly at the mention of Kai, but Cole determinedly moved on to the topic of keeping watch, and whether they should do it tonight.

Eventually they decided that it definitely needed to stay, but split it up into two equal shifts. Two of them weren't even options to be considered. Lloyd offered to take shift, but given that he'd gotten out of a tough scrape with the spirit earlier and gone on both search expeditions, everyone else refused to let him, arguing he needed the rest. That left just Cole and Jay, but Cole, having gone through the mansion both times, was tired too. Jay would have to keep watch first.

Then came sleeping arrangements, which also worked themselves out quickly enough. Zane, for whatever reason, stayed in a corner to recharge, Skylor was on one bed, and whoever wasn't on shift would be sharing a bed with Lloyd.

"Alright, Jay, don't do anything stupid this time," Cole ribbed Jay, who was shifting around burnt kindling and trying to keep the little bit of fire left alive.

Jay stuck his tongue out.

"You have sooo much faith in me. Come on, I've learned my lesson here."

"Your timer's working, right? Make sure to wake me in … four hours?"

"Four and a half," Jay corrected him. "And yeah, I will."

"Cool. Night." And with that, Cole left him to his current task: striking a match onto a pile of kindling and hoping for a fire big enough to last.

Soon enough, everyone had bid each other goodnight and settled down.

Lloyd pulled his blanket a little closer to himself, still feeling a residual chill seep into his bones. With nothing to keep preoccupied with, ugly thoughts about the mansion, the horrors of its obscure history, their current conditions, his own utter incompetence, the way he'd just let Karlof get lost, Kai came creeping in far too readily. He tried to push them away.

Not now. Couldn't think about all of those things now or he'd never rest. Even tired, falling asleep was a challenge with sore limbs and unceasing nerves scratching away at him and a bitter resentment towards it all beginning to sink into his bones.

Lloyd closed his eyes regardless, trying to empty his mind. He could faintly hear Jay's breathing under the familiar crackle of the flames that were only too reminiscent of their missing piece.

Shadows twisted and danced on the walls.

Exhaustion won out eventually.

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etherealellaelf · 4 years

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Disney Remakes: they’re not all bad.

I submit that some of the disney live action remakes are, regrettably, a bit off. But not all of them. A lot of them are really good. Here’s why.

-Lion King did really put me off with the lack of expressions. I’m not sure if I have much to say about it, lol I’ll have to see it and let you know. Honestly though I don’t think I can because I love the original Lion King so flipping much, it’s a masterful movie and part of its mastery is the beautiful hand drawn animation and its expressive characters. I can’t think I can watch a bunch of real lions just talking. Who knows? I’ll keep you posted.

-Alice in Wonderland, one of the first of them, had some really good feminist moments. I love the Hatter and Alice’s love for each other, I guess he’s like the only human in Wonderland so it makes sense. But I get some weird ideas because the denizens of Wonderland are supposed to mirror the characters in Alice’s real life, and since the only redhead in Alice’s life is Hamish, that weirdo who asks her to marry him and he’s a total jerk.... and the Hatter is a redhead too.... idk it’s weird. Also it’s weird if he represents her dad because number one he’s dead and number two it’s incest, but the Hatter does say a few things that her dad said at the beginning....hmmm... fishy. However I feel like I can rest assured because this might just be the case of “Johnny Depp came to shoot today in a homemade cosplay and nobody can stop him because he’s just a mad genius”, in which case why do they keep letting him do that??? I don’t mind the hatter’s design, but can you imagine Just Plain Old Johnny Depp In All His Sexy Glory as a mad hatter? It would have been fine. They had to give him a gap between his teeth, CGI enlarged eyes, crazy red hair, white and pink makeup... oh well, whatever, it’s fine. I like how Underland looks a bit more like Narnia than like a Tim Burton land; I honestly don’t know if they gave him complete creative control when it came to the CGI set design. It might’ve been cool to see that.

-Cinderella was wonderful, I thought. I really love how Cinderella and the Prince interacted a lot more, falling in love over a long period of time. In fact, I feel like it was a spiritual remake of Ella Enchanted(which, in my opinion, Disney really botched up because the book was just so amazing), so they did really good in my book. My brother, however, hates that at the end she just twirls in her tower and doesn’t do anything to save herself, when in the original she tried to escape. He thinks it’s really unfeminist and he doesn’t want his daughter to act like that. I agree on that mark, but I’ll let everyone watch it. Also they threw a little bit of the Beauty and the Beast original fairy tale in there when her dad, a merchant, asks what she wants and Cinderella asks for the branch that brushes his arm or whatever; similar to a single rose, when her sisters ask for riches. I also liked the handling of Lady Tremaine; it really humanized her and I felt for her. The stepsisters were silly as per the usual. The King went from a bumbling psychopath(the cartoon) to a very melancholy, concerned father, and I cried at his death scene. Bravo, Kenneth Branagh, bravo.

-I really like all of Beauty and the Beast, although I do think that they made Lumiere & friends a little bit too important in this movie. I needed more moments between Belle and the Beast that were in the animation! Evermore was breathtaking though, let’s be honest. Although let’s be honest, I REALLY REALLY wanted to see a shirtless Dan Stevens emerge from a wall of rose petals because that sounds absolutely magical and super HOT. I’m so mad they had to redo it. Also I like the subtle crush Lefou has on Gaston; I’ve always wondered if he liked him. I do wish that Josh Gad had toned it down with his fabulousness though, because although I love fabulousness I wonder if it was slightly offensive. I really liked Gaston, and I feel like he could have gone a little bigger and with more bravado, could have been from slightly comedic to VERY comedic, but I think that’s alright. He did a great job. And as for everyone complaining about the villagers being really nasty and openly evil towards Belle, I actually liked it. It’s clear in the cartoon that the villagers whisper behind Belle’s back, but I feel like she just has a small smidgeon of an idea that they think she’s weird. In this, they freaking ATTACK her. They’re like ‘We can’t have smart bicc’s in our town! Get out me town!” It is a bit on the nose sometimes but I think it works because it helps Beast and her relate to feeling like outsiders. I do think the Beast knowing how to read kind of gave them something in common as well, but I disliked how he scoffed at her favorite book, Romeo and Juliet. I wish he had been more understanding like, “There’s this poor girl whose library is like, seven books, and amongst those seven books, one of which is probably the freaking bible because they belong to a pastor, her favorite is basically a romance. She’s not well read; I’m going to show her the classics.” Which back then was probably, like, idk, Voltaire? Too soon? Eh I’m not sure when it takes place. I do wish he’d gifted the library to her though, that was a nice gift for her in the previous movie. (Here’s the thing; the Beauty and the Beast cartoon is basically a perfect movie and I don’t think anything can live up to it, but this one was good too. It wasn’t better, but nothing can be better than that movie. Except maybe the Princess Bride or the first Pirates of the Caribbean or the stage production of Phantom of the Opera. No, not even then.)

-Dumbo? I haven’t seen it yet, I’ll have to and update this.

-Okay so Aladdin is really good. I entered the film with the meme cringe in my mind, totally expecting it to look weird and bad, but honestly Will Smith was such a great actor! And I actually freaking cried so many times because number one: the genie was aladdin’s father figure that he never had! He taught him how to date! Number two: the genie got his true love as well, and you see her and their kids at the beginning of the movie! SPOILERS btw. Sorry. Also Number three: they picked Will Smith to play the genie because he’s HITCH of course! The matchmaker extraordinaire! (I just love Will Smith. I wish he would run for president; it wouldn’t be the first time we had an actor in the white house. Just kidding, I don’t want to burden him that way, and there are really smart candidates this year to choose from. I just am urging everyone to go vote, and no more harambe crap!!!!) Also Jasmine had a nice new empowering role in this movie. I just sort of wish Jafar had been more menacing and villainous. But his actor was fine, just a bit soft-spoken.

-Lady and the Tramp- I started it on Disney+, I need to finish it. I’m halfway there.

-Christopher Robin is a gift; it’s both simple and complex. It has a lot of nice metaphors and I could feel my heart hurting for much of the film. Seriously good aesthetics as well, Director of Photography!!!

-The Jungle Book is a really good remake! So much excitement, and I could totally see Bill Murray in Baloo. (I think it’s equal in terms of story to the movie Mowgli, although Mowgli had that nasty little surprise at the end, I’m still hurt about it.)(also in comparing, the CGI is similarly good, but Mowgli wanted to do a really ambitious face capture thingy and I’m not sure if it worked,(uncanny) but it was interesting! It was also a lot darker. I think they’re both good.) Ben Kingsley was superb, of course, as Bagheera, as always, and he has a really fatherly voice(I thought Christian Bale did well as Bagheera as well, but he was more of an action figure in that movie, less of a father/teacher figure). And John Favreau, as always, went the extra mile to bring the action, the writing, and the moral through, and made it super good for children at the same time!(the same cannot be said about Mowgli, as there were some violence/action things that go beyond ‘peril’, hence it’s PG-13 rating) My one discrepancy was the voice of Kaa. Scarlet did fine, but I always thought of Kaa as a boy. I think they could have found a slithery voice actor for Kaa. Benedict Cumberbatch did really well as Smaug, hissing and growling, and he could have done well. I also think that Tom Hiddleston could have done a great job; he has a really gentle and pliant voice that can turn menacing in the matter of seconds, and if it’s about the snake being sexy as Scarlet Johanssen(haha what??), I think that Hiddles can bring it.(I’m not quite sure what I’m talking about at this point so I’ll shut up now.) I do feel like Mowgli started shooting way before The Jungle Book was even a glimmer in John Favreau’s eye, and that kind of makes me want to root for Mowgli because I’m sure that different movie houses have people working in both, probably swapping stories with their friends, and I’m sure it wasn’t an exact copy, but I can totally see Bill Murray in Baloo’s face and that can’t be by accident. Just saying. Not calling Disney out or anything, but I’m sure they can take it, they have like a trillion dollars. Anyway. Still a good one.

-Haven’t seen Pete’s Dragon.

-101 Dalmations, I know this shouldn’t count but it just does. I loved watching this as a child. I’m so happy they didn’t make the dogs talk? Haha it usually works when they do, but it gave a lot of room for Doctor House and Mister Weasley to interact. Also Glenn Close is great. I think this movie’s a good example of a career woman who decides to get domesticated and her sista is like, “Girl, you can’t do this! We have to be strong women! You have to come back to work!” But Anita is all, “Girl, respect my decisions! Feminism isn’t forcing your girl to be exactly like you, it’s giving me the respect to make my own decisions. If I want to have a baby with my husband, that’s fine. I want to be a mom!” I feel like the “new” 101 dalmatians remake they’re gonna make, will have a different opinion. Similar to wicked and maleficent, it’s going to humanize Cruella, but I just hope that they’re nice to Anita. She’s such a smol soft bird and if she wants 2 billion dogs and one baby, that’s fine... ugh, that’s gotta be like so much dog poop in her house... anita what are you doing...

-Maleficent. Obviously I love it. I love how those arguing fairies are super incompetent at raising Aurora because they’re too busy fighting, so Maleficent has to swoop in and rescue the princess. I like how Maleficent is a fae and it’s so sad how there’s like this rape metaphor when Stefan cuts off her wings, and that would be reason to curse his baby, especially because they were in love and he betrayed her! Stole her wings! Married someone else! T^T Maleficent, you poor misunderstood fairy! I love her motherly relationship with Aurora. I love that she’s the one who kisses her forehead to wake her up because Philip met her just that day. However, I don’t like how they just shove Philip out of the way, because Sleeping Beauty is honestly so romantic, and I love how they dance together and everything. I also like the raven boi. I ship him and Maleficent so hard and I hope he doesn’t die in the sequel, I haven’t seen it yet.

-So technically the Parent Trap is a remake. It’s awesome. It gave my childhood so much romance and prank ideas. It’s much better than its predecessor, especially because the mom in the old one is, like, urged to look prettier by her butler(wtf?!?! YOu’re FIrEd?!?). I’m so glad we’ve come so far.

Anyway, those are my thoughts. Are the remakes better? In some cases they are. I think Cinderella is better than its predecessor. I think the original Alice is very good, as a nonsense movie, and I feel like the remake is equally good, but they’re different movies with different motives and plots. The original Beauty and the Beast is my favorite and it’s perfect, so the new one isn’t better, but it is really great and I love it, too. Anyway, that’s all.

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bladekindeyewear · 5 years

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Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 11 - Candy Page 12

==>

Alright, looks like Jake and Jane had an active night and now Jake’s going to distance himself again.

Yeah you’re pretty afraid of closing this distance with Jane. You REALLY don’t want it, do you?

JANE: Lighten up Jake! The election’s off! The economy is stable! Dirk is probably never going to talk to us ever again! And we just... we finally fucked. Hoo hoo hoo!

Okay seeing that “Hoo hoo hoo!” at the end of the sentence makes it really fucking uncomfortable somehow.

Something catches the corner of his eye, and he swivels his head around to see the Trickster Lollipop on his bedside table.

JANE I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOING TO BE SUCH A SCUMBAG THIS TIME AROUND WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO????

far more sets of underwear than the number of people accounted for in the room.

Yeah that sounds about like what might happen with the lollipop thrown in.

Okay at least it was Jake’s idea??? that makes it... ALMOST... better... but not really..??

Oh God, and Jake just does the pushover thing and rolls with it only because he thinks he SHOULD, not because he wants to. Fuck.

==>

Mhmm. There’s always a thick sense that “what would Bro tell me to do” was thick in everything Dave did hanging over him like a shadow. Interesting that here it manifests as that Meta voice he was using in Meat or whatever.

Is Dirk even going to be there, or has he fled entirely?

Gamzee, what the fuck are you doing. Forceful character arc intervention? Is that what you did with Roxy somehow?

...is Gamzee toying with the narrative now that Dirk has fled or something??

...okay there’s some author worship going on or some such?

Dave how do you even know who Pagliacci is.

Okay there’s the Rose bot, and an ominous note. Suicide note? Self-Decapitation note, again? Hm.

==>

Epilogue Three

Okay, that’s some startlingly abrupt pathmaking toward suicide. I was warned that there was a vivid description of the leadup to suicide in Candy somewhere, so I’ll try to talk only lightly about it as I read.

Your legs feel impressively powerful as you begin to climb the staircase

Nice Meat callback at least.

A flip of the cosmic coin has rendered your entire life completely inessential. What could you accomplish in a dead-end existence like this? There are no stakes. No meaningful challenges. No structures or themes—only residual chemical reactions in a dying brain, a physical system’s obligate compulsion to exhaust its own lingering momentum. A cockroach with its head cut off, waiting to die of thirst.

Wow, yeah, you REALLY can’t stand living in a world where you don’t hold some sort of Light-y relevance, can you? So much so that you were willing to steal Light away from the story entirely just to have more to carry with you in the flipside. Is this supposed to sort of embody the comeuppance you didn’t get in the other half, the way you’re offing yourself here? Weird.

Your friends might derive some sense of fulfillment from satisfying the elementary obligations of self-preservation and self-propagation, but there’s nothing here for you. It doesn’t matter anymore.

HOW ABOUT LIVING HAPPY LIVES AND NOT GETTING STUCK IN COMAS YOU ASSHOLE

Seriously, that whole Meat part, the... the four things I really couldn’t stand being left with were Jane’s fate, Jade’s situation, ROSE’s unenviable situation, and Dirk being allowed to escape without consequence. Three of my favorite characters left on doomed paths or basically IN COMAS, constantly having their agency quashed by others or forced away from anything that could have corrected their disastrous path (Jane’s) by Dirk’s meddling. A line being drawn in the sand that clearly stated CANON ENDS HERE, before any of them could wake up or stop FUCKING SUFFERING. Jesus Christ. I just wanted some loose ends tied up by this epilogue, I didn’t need the characters’ POSSIBLE HAPPINESS to be left unresolved with a likely “NO” as the answer??!??? THEY DIDN’T COME ALL THIS WAY AND SACRIFICE AND WIN FOR JUST THAT! DIRK STOLE THE FUCKING ULTIMATE REWARD FROM THEM OUT OF NOWHERE!

*breathes*

FUCK. So, yeah, on to seeing Dirk either die or get stopped by Dave somehow because he still needs him or whatever.

Ew, self-decapitation indeed. You narcissistic fuck.

When you think so little of yourself as a moral character, any act of self-termination will result in a death that is Just.

Huh. So that influences the way the clock judges you, hm?

==>

A damn funeral, huh.

He looks at Roxy, who is staring at the floor, rather beside herself in grief.

Oh thank goodness, a glimpse at her line to Gamz had me thinking she was in weird happy-stuck Candy mode still, that would have fucked this scene a bunch.

...IS Dave really more eloquent than you, though?

Dave’s long speech--

Oh my gosh I just realized during this speech how UTTERLY FUCKED of Andrew people must have thought this Dirk suicide section was if they chose Candy FIRST. Jesus dick.

End of speech. Jane, stop being so remarkably fucking composed. Unless Dirk’s plans and machinations really hurt you as much as you let on when you expressed seemingly-mock excitement that you’d “never hear from him again”.

Fuck you Gamzee.

ROXY: BRAVO!!! DAMN I FEEL LIKE IF I NEVER HEARD ANOTHER WORD THIS GUY EVER SAID THATD BE FINE BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL JUST SO *PERFECT*

Thanks for coming to your senses Roxy, better late than never I guess.

Dave dips down so that their noses are bumping. Karkat’s eyes are so wide it’s amazing they don’t pop out. For a moment, it looks like they’re going to...

John sneezes.

Oh COME ON, John. :(

JOHN: i have no idea why i did that. now i have this whole memory in my head that i could have definitely lived without.

Me after reading the Meat epilogue.

Huh, offering to undo the death. That IS potentially a little bit insensitive, as obvious and necessary a question it is to ask, even if the answer is no.

DAVE: dirk was a complicated guy DAVE: dude obviously had reasons for doing what he did DAVE: if you go back and just rewrite his decision DAVE: thats like denying him his personal autonomy

Exactly.

A courtesy that Dirk, funny enough, wouldn’t have given anyone else. The fucking prick.

--Yep, they’re too far outside of canon for his retcon powers to work anymore. Rose told him on the last day he could.

Roxy what the hell are you doing.

ROXY: we should get hitched

No, you should ANSWER WHY YOU LEFT CALLIOPE HANGING and THEN decide LIKE ADULTS to do whatever you all feel like doing. This isn’t legitimate if you’re HIDING most of the situation in Voidy shadow! If you really DO want this, then do it properly and HONESTLY!!!!

JOHN: you... JOHN: LOVE me?? ROXY: yea john i love you ROXY: wanna marry u and spend the rest of my life with u and pop out a bunch of cute lil buck toothed babies with you JOHN: oh, uh. haha, wow. roxy that’s um. JOHN: that’s a LOT.

Yeah, this isn’t how it should go. WOULD go. Something’s seriously wrong with Roxy right now and I hope John figures out how to bring them to the forefront so they can come to an honest decision.

Just a few weeks ago, Roxy was happy with Calliope, and now she wants to have his babies? John feels like he’s missing something important here, like he went for a bathroom break during the part of the movie where the plot twist happens.

Exactly. And you haven’t even had time to process how you feel about HER again. If something’s off, make it NOT off before you say yes.

Roxy practically attacks John’s mouth, she’s so excited. John shuts his eyes and kisses her back, still giddy and laughing against her lips. She kisses him until they’re both breathless, then pulls back so that she can gaze at him with glittering eyes.

ROXY: omg ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!

Yyyyeah, THAT was ominous. Someone’s definitely fucking with this situation behind the scenes. ...Maybe Roxy’s been hitting the Lollipop too when the camera’s away from her?

==>

Dammit, we skipped to the wedding without resolving ANY of their fucking issues first. This is bad.

--oh my god we skipped to months PAST the wedding too.

JOHN: jane and jake are kinda, um, together now. TEREZI: OH GOD JOHN: and she basically ordered jake to catch the bouquet “or else.” JOHN: i was seriously afraid for him. and then he didn’t even catch it!

Jane. Jane, come the fuck on.

Can’t we get ONE TIMELINE where Jane doesn’t end up terrible???? D:

JOHN: yeah. they’re all dating. JOHN: or rather... jade is dating them both. JOHN: dave and karkat haven’t... exactly figured things out yet. JOHN: and as much as i love jade, i don’t actually think she’s helped matters by putting herself in the middle of it. TEREZI: HMM >:[ TEREZI: SOM3HOW TH4T DO3SNT S33M R1GHT JOHN: i know.

Jade, you can’t force these things!!!

Can’t we get ONE TIMELINE where Jade doesn’t end up unhappy???? D:

JOHN: now i have to pretend to laugh and think it’s funny when she makes jokes about being the next to “tie the knot.” TEREZI: WOW D1D SH3 R34LLY GO FOR TH4T DOUBL3 3NT3NDR3 JOHN: what? TEREZI: WH4T JOHN: what do you mean? TEREZI: N3V3R M1ND

Jegus Christ. Terezi, WHY did you have to go there. I’ve seen enough nsfw RP to know exactly the fuckery you’re alluding to with Jade, NO.

JOHN: things’ll probably work out with those three anyway. things always work out between old friends. JOHN: we’ve all known each other for too long for anything to cause a permanent rift.

Fucking allusions to the Meat section... D:

...okay, babies time. There are babies. Or at least one Roxy pregnancy and that earlier Vriskgrub.

TEREZI: 1T JUST S33MS... K1ND4 F4ST

YES, YES IT DOES.

TEREZI: 1 4LR34DY H34RD 4BOUT HOW J4N3 1S D4T1NG BOTH J4K3 *4ND* G4MZ33 4ND UNFORTUN4T3LY 1 DO B3L13V3 1T

What the FUCK is going on. Who’s manipulating everyone. Gamzee maybe??

TEREZI: H4H4H4 1 HOP3 YOU H4V3NT S33N TH3 P1CTUR3 D4V3 TOOK JOHN: dave has a picture?! JOHN: wait, never mind. i don’t want to know, and i definitely don’t want to see it.

Yeah that’s a cursed image if I ever heard of one

JOHN: so, what did you think, talking to dave and karkat? JOHN: did they seem... happy? TEREZI: NOP3 JOHN: oh my god, i KNOW, right? JOHN: the whole thing is such a mess, it’s hard to be in the same room with them these days. JOHN: i don’t even know the full story because dave won’t talk to me about it anymore, and jade seems to think that everything’s going just fine.

Dammit Jade, you forced your way in too early!!! D:

And why can’t Andrew at least PRETEND to give us a slight, fishing-line-thin possibility that Jade might POSSIBLY have any sort of chance at an endgame workable romance with ANY OF HER GOSH DARN FRIENDS AT ALL???????

>:(

I just want Jade to be happy okay jegus

TEREZI: 4 TRU3 K1SM3S1S 1S JUST 4S MUCH YOUR L1F3 P4RTN3R 4S YOUR M4T3SPR1T 1S

Interesting quadrant talk

TEREZI: TH3 PO1NT OF 4 K1SM3S1S 1S NOT JUST TO M4K3 YOU 4NNOY3D OR 3V3N 4NGRY TEREZI: TH3Y SHOULD PUSH YOU TO B3TT3R YOURS3LF TEREZI: TH3Y SHOULD SH1N3 4 L1GHT ON TH1NGS 4BOUT YOURS3LF YOU WOULD OTH3RW1S3 1GNOR3 OR D3NY

EXACTLY. I’ve been saying that about good black relationships for years. And Jade’s plowing in and fucking things up without really making things ANY better AT ALL for anyone but herself, and only temporarily and in her own head at that. :(

TEREZI: 1F 1 W3R3 3V3R TO DO BL4CKROM 4G41N, 1T WOULD H4V3 TO B3 LOW K3Y

Yeah, really pushing at what happens in Meat and stuff.

I love Terezi’s text-emote faces.

==>

Page 17... Someone told me to watch out for “Candy 18″ without any elaboration or context, so maybe I’ll split the post after this page so I can get to that one fresh? Hm!

My stomach is down to a low anxious simmer, so that’s good compared to before. Maybe reading this whole Candy thing isn’t going to be so bad. I can’t believe I’m not even halfway through.

He’s not sure why he feels the need to hide the fact that he’s talking to her.

Dammit, John.

It should be a beautiful image, but something about it roils John’s gut.

???

Is he catching on to some weird manipulation going on behind the scenes with his own metatextual awareness or?

Yep, Harry Anderson, heh.

He was. What’s bugging him about it is that Roxy didn’t seem to have any suggestions of her own.

YEAH THAT’S A HUGE GODDAMN RED FLAG RIGHT THERE. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO EVERYONE.

...Oh, huh. Now John’s having a bit of panic about how everyone suddenly feels like things are completely resolved with Lord English when they aren’t. And how Rose seems almost HYPNOTIZED into not worrying about it, along with many of the rest of them.

The three gals in the room exchange a series of concerned glances. Do they truly think he’s crazy? Are they hiding something from him? John can feel himself trembling. It’s not possible that he’s remembering this wrong, is it? It can’t be. If he presses his eyes shut, he can still see the lines of the black hole cracking space apart around him. It seemed like such a big deal at the time, and then suddenly it felt like nothing at all. Why?

Are they, though? Do they know they’re in a split timeline of sorts, or...?

You’re the ones not doing okay, he nearly shouts, but then realizes it’s just going to make him sound crazier than he already looks.

Yeah this is all cracking at the seams.

ROXY: oh of course that makes sense

ROXY YOU’RE NOT THIS BRAINLESS WAKE THE FUCK UP

Hm, looks like John’s not as comfortable on the placid planet as he is with someone giving him SOME sort of broader purpose. A lot like Dirk, but LESS FUCKED.

JOHN: i’ve got a beautiful wife who loves me, but it’s not enough. i can’t even talk to her about what we’re going to name our stupid kid without it turning into some weird thing where she just goes along with whatever i want. JOHN: even when all i want is for her to want something different than what i want!!!

It’s like Steven stuck in Rose’s Room with that Connie clone, SU-ways.

Alright, clicking the next button and starting page 18 in the next post.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #Upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

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spideyy-girl · 6 years

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Speak Now - Bucky Barnes (AU)

Request: Do you do any song fics? If you do, could you please do a Bucky Barnes fanfic with Speak now or Angel with a shotgun with a college/roomate Bucky??

Summary: based on the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift (i suck at descriptions as you know so imma leave it at that just read it)

Warnings: lil bit of angst, wedding crashing, some fluffy at the end ;)

Word Count: 2769 (7.6 pages)

Date: September 26th, 2018

A/N: YES!! I DO TAKE SONG FIC REQUESTS. I actaully love them to be honest. SO feel free to send some. Sorry I haven’t been updating and thanks for being patient with me school just started a few weeks ago and that’s always shot haha yay. But I’m back on track! Hope you guys like (Also one of my older imagines but it’s not too bad I guess haha)

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

Bucky Barnes has been my best friend since sophomore year in high school. We met at Phys Ed, where I had surprisingly outrun him, which almost never happened. It was bound to be ever since.

In recent years I had even begun to develop a crush on the long-haired man, well, at least it was at first just innocent. I didn’t even realise I was falling until I hit my head hard on the ground. What would cause such an awakening, you might ask?

“He’s getting married,” Steve Rogers, our neighbour and Bucky’s roommate said, looking almost depressed about what should have been happy news. But how could anyone be happy? Especially with Carli Anne Johnson, the biggest princess bitch in town, in fact, maybe even the world. The bowl of ice cream you had in your hand was dropped out of pure shock, devastation, anger.

“H-h-he, w-what?” You asked, trying to contain yourself. You were never one to show any signs of weakness. “To that bitch?! I can’t even look at her without wanting to rip my eyeballs out. And he never even told me!” I started yelling, pulling at the strands of your Y/H/C hair. Steve nodded solemnly.

“I know, which is why I came here.” He said looking at you, grabbing your shoulders with his strong hands. “You can’t let him marry the wrong girl, we all know that it can’t be her he spends the rest of his life with, especially you.”

And that’s how I got here, about to crash my best friend’s wedding, and hopefully win him back. I couldn’t let him marry the wrong girl.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel

And she is yelling at a bridesmaid

Somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.

Steve helped me sneak inside the venue, Bucky had asked him to be his Best Man anyways. I see the giant hall at the end of the corridor, plastered in white ribbons, streamers, and other decoratives. There was an expensive looking velvet carpet with gold trimmings rolled down the aisle all the way up to the altar. I could see some of my fellow classmate’s and some of the football team, Bucky’s friends, sitting in the pews. On the other side of the grand hall, I could see the Johnson family, all dressed to the nine’s in beautiful pastel pinks, purples, blues, and yellows, while the men wore sharp black tuxes.

As I walk further down, I can hear screaming. I knew that voice. Actually, this yelling often occurred right in front of my face, targeted at me. Carli’s tan face would start to turn red, the colour not suiting very well with her perfectly curled platinum blonde hair and sparkling baby blue eyes.

I peeked into the room to see the exact image I thought of playing out right in front of me. It was odd seeing it from a different angle. She was yelling at her little sister, Lizzy, who looked like a rose pink pastry. I felt awful for the young girl, to have such a monstrous being as a sibling. What did Bucky ever see in her? Sure, she was gorgeous, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

“Stop being such a little shit, Elizabeth. Last I recalled today was my special day, not yours. I’m the one getting married, not you!” Carli screamed at the quivering girl, her spit flying into her face, the fat tears rolling down her face slightly smudging her makeup. “Not like anyone would ever want to marry you anyways. You’re not even that pretty.”

“But Carls, all I asked for is if you could help me with my hair and makeup since I figured you're the expert at this.” Lizzy reasoned, trying her best to look strong and stop crying. “I just wanted to spend some time with you! I never see you anymore!”

“Thank God,” Carli mumbled, though it was still clear as to what she had said. “I don’t even know how I survived with you for, like, ten years. I’m happy I’m getting away from all you losers. Now, why don’t you go and fix yourself up, you look like a trainwreck.” She stomped off to the attached door to the dressing room when she finished.

This is surely not what you thought it would be

I lose myself in a daydream, where I stand and say

I drag my eyes away from the young teenager and continue onto my path towards the grand hall where the ceremony will be held. My mind didn’t even process what I was doing, where I was going, the events about to happen. My nerves started to crash over me like a raging tidal wave. I was walking in the open, not stopping to think if anyone had seen me or are about to. Then I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me into a small room on the side.

I was about to scream but I felt a rough hand cover my mouth, muffling the sound. Dread rippled through my body as my eyes widened and breath hitched. Oh no, I thought to myself. Please don’t let it be him, please don’t let it be Bucky.

The hand was lifted when they were sure I wasn’t going to screech at the top of my lungs and turned me around. Thank God, it was Steve. He looked a bit worried, and a bit terrified.

“You okay? You were sort of dozed off, walking around there.” He said, scanning you over. “ You’re lucky I caught you before someone else did. I just wanted to check if you remembered the plan.” I nodded, staying silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said quietly, keeping my head down. “What if he really is happy with her? I would ruin his life.” Steve shook his head, shaking me.

“Have you seen him lately? A total mess, I’m telling you. Besides, I think he’s been dropping hints for a while now.” Steve encouraged me. “Why don’t we run through it?”

Don’t say yes, run away now

I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door

Don’t wait, or say a single vow

You need to hear me out, and they said Speak Now.

I went through a small speech I was supposed to give when I would barge in. I had so carefully written it to perfection, but now I could only remember bits and pieces. What was I thinking when I agreed to do this?!

I pretended as if Steve was Bucky and the crowd, but I couldn’t even say it in front of him, let alone like 500 other people. I told him where I planned to meet him if he did agree to run off with me, away from Carli, her stupid stuck up family, and apparently all the other troubles of the world.

I couldn’t let him say yes though. Although I would never admit it aloud, I realised the way Bucky had looked when she popped out of nowhere and stole him away from us for the rest of the day. If I let this ceremony go through, she’ll steal him away for the rest of our goddamn lives.

It’d hurt me too, seeing him run off with the girl he never loved. Not just because of my constantly growing feelings towards him, but that’s also the protective best friend side coming out of me. I couldn’t stand him not being happy, and living the rest of his sorry days with that thing.

Somewhere deep down, I hoped knew that it was supposed to be me up there in the flowing white gown and veil standing in front of him, a big smile adorned on my face as well as his. And he knew the exact same thing, pondering it just minutes before he got married off, but to the wrong girl.

Fun gestures are exchanged

And the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited be you lovely bride to be

I hear excited whispered conversations that are soon cut off by the earth-rattling sound of the giant organ playing. The tune of ‘Here Comes the Bride’ was smoothly played out, as the small voices were silenced. The tune sounded depressing as if it were a funeral instead of a wedding.

Everyone turned their head to the back of the room, where I was standing just moments ago. I had hopped behind a velvet curtain matching the roll of carpet down the aisle when I heard the first chord of the organ.

I got a good look at everyone’s faces who had attended. As it seemed, there were a lot more familiar faces than I had counted. Mostly everyone from our year, and even quite a few from the ones below and above us. Of course, I wasn’t one of those individuals. I hadn’t gotten an invitation.

I wasn’t even informed of the engagement. My best mate’s engagement.

I wondered then if she had forced him not to send an invitation to me, or if I had possibly even slipped their minds. It was almost 100% not the latter. Surely Bucky would’ve said something if he was free to say it. Right?

I’m distracted by my thoughts as my eyes land on the said boy. His long black waves were gelled back, other than a thin strand that hung loosely at the side of his face. It looked much different than his usual ponytail. He was dressed in a white tuxedo with a black button up underneath and a black bowtie. He had white pants to match his blazer, and shiny black loafers adorned on his feet.

But the most different thing about his look was the stern look on his face. He looked almost emotionless, not happy but not angry or disappointed either, it was nothingness. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that side of him, his signature flashy grin was always plastered to his slightly chapped lips, it was always his best feature. Without it, he looked like a lost soul.

She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen

But I know you wish it was, you wish it was me

Don’t you?

Right on queue, I heard the clicking of her six-inch heels, like she needed to be any taller anyways. Although I despised her more now that I ever did for the whole time I’ve known her, I can’t not say that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long, lacy white wedding gown dragged behind her for what seemed like miles, held by two of her bridesmaids at the end. her veil was laced, with small white flowers on the headpiece. Her white heels laced up to her knees, also covered in little flowers and butterflies.

Although she was the devil in human form, I do see the reasoning as to looking past her ugly personality and to her beautiful exterior. In fact, there were many people who would accept her for just that. But not Bucky. Not my Bucky.

I looked at him, back up near the altar, and although I could tell he thought she did look stunning, that he felt guilty. Like he was thinking the same as me, imagining my face, my body, my persona in that flowing dress, those high heels, behind that veil.

She stepped up to stand in front of him, like any other normal wedding, when I noticed that she held the exact same expression as her fiancée. The nothingness. And then, the ceremony commenced.

I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace

There’s the silence there’s my last chance

I stand with shaking hands all eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only looking at you

“If there are any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace,” the priest says as he stands between the couple. Bucky looks around the room, almost hopeful that someone would stand up, but no one. Not yet anyway.

I look down at my hands, sweaty and shaking. I wipe them off on my lovely Y/F/C dress, and lightly grasp the soft material. I look up to see Steve looking back at me expectantly.

“This is your last chance!” He mouthed at me before winking and turning back to the front as if nothing had happened. I took a deep breath, before standing up from my place.

“I object!” I stated loudly, everyone in the room freezes, before turning towards me. Every single pair of eyes stared me down, but I focused on only one thing, or more specifically, one person. James Buchanan Barnes.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch!” Carli screamed, stomping her feet and her face turned redder than I’ve ever seen it before. “Get out of here! You weren’t invited! No one wants you here-”

“Shut up for once, will you?” Bucky snarled at her, but not breaking our eye contact. I could see the ghost of a smile starting to appear again.

“These two obviously aren’t now and never will be truly happy with each other, it just wasn't meant to be,” I said, as I slowly inched up the aisle. “And I’m here to make sure that Bucky Barnes doesn’t marry the wrong girl.”

“Thank God,” he mumbled with a slight laugh, only to get harshly hit in the stomach with a bouquet of flowers in the hands of Carli.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby? We’re perfect for each other, and everyone knows it.” She said after she dropped the flowers and started to rub his arm, only for him to shoo her off.

“Let’s be real here, Carls. It was never gonna happen, and it never should. You’ll find the perfect person for you one day, but let me tell you now that that person is definitely not me. Because me person is right here, in front of me. Y/N L/N.” Bucky said as he walked down the shallow steps towards you, his bright smile in full effect once again. I smiled back, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

I am not the kind of girl, who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy, who should be marrying the wrong girl

So don’t say yes run away now, I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the backdoor

Don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now

And you’ll say let’s run away now, I’ll meet you when I’m out of my tux at the backdoor

Baby I didn’t say my vows, so glad you were around when they said Speak Now

I met Bucky at the back of the church once he changed out of his suit and into his usual black jeans and a band tee. I quickly changed out of my dress as well. When he walked out he looked like he was glowing as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. I smiled and cuddled into his side as we started walking away from the chaos.

“I’m so happy you showed up. I didn’t know if Steve had told you or not about it. I was sort of planning this.” He says as we got into my slightly worn down car. I started it up and drove out of the parking lot onto the abandoned narrow road.

“I’m happy I did too, wouldn’t want you marrying someone like her. Don’t know what you were thinking.” I laughed and he soon joined in, nodding his head in agreement. After the laughter died down there was a silence. It wasn’t awkward, just sort of there. “So, what happens now?” I ask, looking at him for a quick moment. He smirked, putting his arm on the back of my seat, squeezing my shoulder.

“We run away together, we can continue our education somewhere else. You know, live happily ever after.” He said in a mocking quirky voice. I giggled.

“Sounds like a plan.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel cinematic universe #avengers #marvel au #avengers au #college au #roomate au #requested #send requests #song fic #speak now - taylor swift

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cannedapricot · 6 years

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Instagram Famous! Bae Jinyoung

happy 100+ followers!! in celebration, i’m here bringing you some instagram famous! baejin!

baejin never even thought about having 200k followers when he first opened his account

it just happened

he woke up to 739203 notifications after posting a selfie lol

posts once a blue moon

but people still follow him juST IN CASE HE POSTS A SELFIE SOON!!

“oh bae jinyoung uploaded something do yoU SEE HIS FACE I CAN’T BELIEVE HE EXISTS SCREECHES”

everyone highkey thinks he’s an ulzzang because have you seen his visuals??? 10000/10

( Ulzzang translates to "best face" or "good looking" in Korean. This slang is often used by netizens, contests including girls competing for the title of "ulzzang". However, even if this is true, Ulzzang has developed into a subculture/style, rather than a competition/contest event. thanks google ily)

most of his feed is filled with adventures of him and daehwi

it’s adorable fobalbfedos hnng

gets flustered whenever someone compliments him ugh baejin is so soft i love

to the world he seems like a quiet dude who stepped out of a comic book

but to his classmates, friends and family, he’s just a normal neighborhood boy

his classmates were so hyped about his follower count in the first week but now they’re all chill asf about it

if some fan comes looking for jinyoung they’re all like,

“a fan of bae jinyoung? he’s in the toliet pissing rn lol you can wait for him if you want”

you followed baejin on accident one day lmao

you were preparing to move to a better house in a better area

while shoving everything into boxes, you were dyING

WHO KNEW YOU HAD SO MUCH UNIMPORTANT SHIT

deciding to take breather, you flopped down onto your bed and starting going through instagram

you know the thing

is it called discover ? ?? ?

the magnifying glass thing

oh it’s called the explore page

i don’t go on instagram a lot wheezes thanks once again google

moviNG ON FROM MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT INSTAGRAM

you were scrolling through that for some unknown reason

and you stumble across a picture of a p u p p e r !!!

guess who posted it!!!

that’s right!! baejin did!!

it wasn’t his dog but it was daehwi’s so it might as well be his tbh

you left a like

and it was then that your mother decided that it was the perfect time to check on you

“y/n!! how are you going-”

YOU SCRAMBLE OUT OF BED TO PRETEND TO BE DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE

BUT YOUR MOM CATCHES YOU IN THE ACT LMAO

YOUR FINGER ALSO SLIPS AND PRESSES THE FOLLOW BUTTON

AND YOU DON’T NOTICE

until a few days later when baejin follows you back

you’re like

???

because why is an ulzzang or smt following you

so you go on his profile to do some snooping

and uh yoU’RE FOLLOWING HIM????

BUT WHY DID HE FOLLOW YOU BACK

YOUR ACCOUNT WAS JUST FULL OF YOUR COUSIN’S PUPPER

ALL THESE QUESTIONS

so you did what everyone would do

ask google

jk that’s just me

you shoot him a dm asking if you knew him

jinyoung just simply replied,

“nope”

????????????

baejin doesn’t follow back unless you’re a celebrity he likes or his classmate

but yOU POST PUPPY PICTURES SO

HE SWEARS HIS FINGER PRESSED THE FOLLOW BUTTON BY ITSELF

basically baejin’s only there for the dog posts

“i just like your dog”

you don’t really ask him more

he seemed intimidating and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to you,,,,

HIS CURT REPLY WASN’T MEANT TO MAKE YOU THINK THAT WAY SUFOBSB

you moved house right

so your parents were like

“y/n go take these cookies over to the neighbors, we’re gonna be busy all day with adult stuff”

”aiight”

the house on your left belonged to a cute elderly couple

the moment they saw you they started cooing over you

the house on your right belonged to a small family

“oh! you look like you’re around the same age as my son!!! he’s out with friends right now but come by anytime soon! we’d love to introduce you to him!”

thIS ISN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG I SWEAR

so you return home in glory

from surviving awkward neighbor conversations

your mom calls you over because youR NEW SCHOOL UNIFORM ARRIVED!!!

SCREAMS

NOT BECAUSE OF NEW UNIFORM

BECAUSE OF NEW SCHOOL

AM I REALLY WRITING A CLICHE?

YES

this is like some kind of twilight rip off or smt lmao

come monday

you were a nervous wreck

lord knows if your peers would accept you

you woke up super early

more like you didn’t sleep but ok

you bid your sleepy parents farewell and shuffled your way to school lol

you greeted the front desk and they took you to the teacher’s office

where you dealt with 429794 papers

and made sure fOR THE 5000000TH TIME THAT YES THAT’S YOUR HOME NUMBER AND YES THAT’S YOUR DAD’S NAME

it took a while but eventually the bell rings and you follow your homeroom teacher to your brand new classroom!

the teacher goes in to make them shut up first lol

“good morning kids”

ignoredt™

“i sAID GOOD MORNING”

achievement get!!! get the attention of your class!!

“we have a new student today!! please welcome y/n to the family!”

SWEATS BUCKETS

THIS IS WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GO IN

WIPES SWEATY PALMS

SHUFFLES IN

“hi i’m y/n”

AWKWARD SMILE

“oh cuTE!!!!”

“HEY WANNA JOIN THE KNITTING CLUB???”

“NOBODY’S INTERESTED IN YOUR KNITTING CLUB DAEHWI”

“ok y/n you can sit next to daehwi over there. you know, the one that said something about the knitting club”

and then she leaves

responsibility at it’s finest am i right

so you slide over to the boy

and plop down beside him

“hi! i’m lee daehwi!!”

but then a dude who looks really familiar to you for some reason drags him away

you can’t pinpoint where you’ve seen him before

weird 👀👀👀👀

the school day goes on with daehwi making small conversations with you during classes

you found a good group of people who shared the same interests and you fitted in perfectly

there was no point in worrying you worrywart

looking at you making friends so easily :’)

everything went off without a hitch

at the end of the school day, you waved to your new friends and started the walk home

stopping by a convenience store for a snack on the way though

there you see your seatmate, daehwi with that familiar boy

taking a selfie with the ice cream they’ve just bought

awks

JUST WALK BY Y/N

PRETEND YOU CAN’T SEE THEM

you make quick work of the store and buy ur snack in 0.2 seconds

but uh

the two boys were right smack dab in front of you

it seEMED LIKE YOU WERE FOLLOWING THEM

IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT THAT YOU LIVED IN THIS DIRECTION

you were lowkey hoping at every corner that they’d turn and stop making you seem like a creep

you started nearing your house and you were lowkey relieved

but

daehwi and other dude turn to you and ask,

“WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US”

shiT WHAT THE FUCK

“I LIVE IN THIS DIRECTION MATE”

“UH-HUH THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL SAY”

“I SWEAR I LIVE RIGHT THERE-”

“ARE YOU JINYOUNG’S FAN OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD”

WHY DOES THE NAME SEEM SO FAMILIAR HM

“oh daehwi you’re home? with jinyoung too!”

I TOLD YOU THIS WASN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG

THIS IS NEIGHBOR! DAEHWI LOL

“ah! y/n! you’re going to the same school? well, i guess that’s perfect then! daehwi’s my son i mentioned the other day! daehwi, meet y/n, the neighbor i told you about”

awk x2

this might as well be a daehwi scenario fuck i need to add more baejin

“h i”

avoids eye contact

“uh, you know what i think i hear my mom calling haha sorry i’ll see you next time mrs lee!!”

DARTS INSIDE

what you didn’t notice was that while you and daehwi were avoiding eye contact

jinyoung’s eyes were fixed on you

yOU SEEM FAMILIAR HM I WONDER 👀👀👀👀

you didn’t even have time to get changed

but your mom was like

“y/N YOUR HOME!! GOOD. GO HANG UP THE LAUNDRY PLEASE”

???????

you wanted nothing more but to wallow in a corner of shame and awkwardness

but it’s your mom we’re talking about

so you obey

as you hang up your laundry

you get a glance of the lee family’s dog!!

you immediately went,

screw the laundry

go pet the puppy

but when you pet the pupper through the crack in the fence

you can’t help but notice how much he resembles that one dog you’ve seem on instagram

but it can’t be right???

the world can’t be that small-

“y/N STOP PETTING THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG AND HANG THE DANM LAUNDRY”

pouts aggressively

while hanging up your laundry, you could hear laughs from the lee household

they kinda sounded like they were dying

but you know better

finishing the laundry, you head back in, swiping open your phone

oh look your new classmate tagged you in a photo welcoming you oh that’s cute

hm, bae jinyoung that ulzzang or whatever posted oH IT’S A PHOTO OF DAEHWI AND HIM WITH ICE CREAM

BITCJ

NO WONDER THE DUDE LOOKED FAMILIAR

SMACKS HEAD

THE DUDE WITH 200K FOLLOWERS GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU????

WHY IS THE WORLD SO SMALL??

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

and you’re wondering why baejin and daehwi were laughing like hyenas right

well

baejin went straight onto instagram becAUSE WAIT YOU LOOK THAT THE ONE PERSON WITH THE 10/10 DOGGO

and wow it indeed was you

daehwi was like

dude what you looking at???? i’m right here??? PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLS

baejin tells daehwi the story

and daehwi snorts

and the two start laughing like the dumb people they are

daehwi grabs baejin’s phone as he excuses himself to the toilet

for the second time in this fic lol

and shoots you a dm

'hey there ;) wanna hang sometime’

baejin returns a moment too late

the deed has been done

he FIGHTS lee daehwi for his phone back

‘sorry that was my friend’

‘no it wasn’t ;) i just wanna hang with you ;;;;)’

but uh

you could see the two fighting from your bedroom window

and it makes it even more amusing to know that they’re doing stupid shit

smiling, you reply,

'sure lol why not i’ll head over now’

because baejin didn’t seem like the intimidating person you thought he was before

and while you look around for a jacket to keep you warm

a high pitched scream comes in through your window

you snapped your head towards it

and make eye contact with jinyoung

who’s on his back with daehwi lying over his stomach

man that fight was intense

but that’s not the point

you send him a small smile and wave

he cracks a small smile back

and as soon as you disappear from your window

jinyoung starts hitting daehwi because whAT HAS HE DONE

LEE DAEHWI WINGMAN OF THE YEAR

you get interrogated by your parents but you successfully head out

and get welcomed by a huffing jinyoung

he fought daehwi to open the door lm a o

“hey!”

“h-hey”

“oh! y/n! i wondered who it was!! welcome, welcome”

mrs lee ushered you in and fussed over your light clothes

“ooooooo baejin has a crush”

“no daehwi i don’t-”

“then why’d you fight me for the door hm?”

shit man

knitting boy was right

whY’D HE DO THAT????

FOR A PERSON HE DOESN’T KNOW NONETHELESS

daehwi skips up to you and drags you up to his humble room

jinyoung following seconds after

bUT

AS SOON AS YOU ALL GET SETTLED IN HIS ROOM

DAEHWI EXCUSES HIMSELF TO THE BATHROOM

WHILE SENDING A SLY GRIN TOWARDS JINYOUNG

THAT SNEK

so you two just sit there facing each other

jinyoung avoiding all eye contact

and you just grinning

baejin opened his mouth to apologize for daehwi’s actions

but you spoke first

“if you wanted to hang so badly you could’ve said so yourself!! you didn’t have to get someone else to do it!!”

HE FLUSHES

“n-nO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT I-”

man teasing baejin would be adorable osodsb

“i’m joking, i saw everything through my window”

IUSVDBAIUBUWEO

BAEJIN IS NOW DEAD

YOU SAW HIM FIGHT DAEHWI FOR THE PHONE

HOW EMBARRASSING

you were melting inside

hOW CAN A HUMAN BE SO ADORABLE

daehwi returns from the bathroom a few moments later and starts chatting with you two

hE BASICALLY HAD TO START THE CONVOS BECAUSE BAEJIN’S EMBARRASSED AND YOU’RE JUST AWKWARD

the three of you end up getting closer

“wait the dog on your insta is daehwi’s dog??? i can’t believe you lied to me”

“????the dog on your insta isn’t yours either don’t act like you’re better”

and by the time your mom shot you a text telling you to come home for dinner and baejin had to go catch the last bus home, you three were the golden trio™ already

the next day at school, you were heading towards your cute gang of friends bUT

YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY BAEHWI

THEY LITERALLY DRAGGED YOU AWAY

“YOU’RE HANGING WITH U S WE ARE YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS”

??????????????????????????OK??????

whenever you hung out with the three, your eyes would keep going to jinyoung and sticking to him

you couldn’t help it

you blame his visuals

oh stop y/n u tsun

and jinyoung felt his heart swelling up whenever you smiled

yOU’RE BOTH SO CUTE

DAEHWI CAN TELL THAT Y’ALL CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER

you made your debut on baejin’s instagram a few weeks later

he posted a selfie of you himself

he was looking flawless but you were mid bite into your lunch lol

then came the wave of comments asking if you guys were dating

baEJIN IS FLUSTERED

HE DELETES THE PIC

but you realize and shoot him a text

‘why’d you delete my debut on your 200k insta :’<’

‘people were asking if we were dating’

‘oh. i quite liked it’

OVEUOWBOV?????AOFBOW

‘you mean the photo????’

THE BOY DOESN’T WANT TO MISUNDERSTAND OK

‘of course not lol i look like a mess. i meant the comments of us being together’

Y/N YOU SMOOTH CRIMINAL

BAEJIN IS OFFICIALLY DYING HELP THE BOY

‘is this a confession?’

lOOK HIS TEXT MAY SEEM CHILL BUT HE IS FAR AWAY FROM CHILL

‘if you like me back,,,, if you don’t like me that way then lets ignore this’

‘nO I DO LIKE YOU’

‘oH!!!!’

YOU DIDN’T EXPECT THIS

‘THEN, UH, ARE WE TOGETHER???’

‘NOT OVER TEXT BAE JINYOUNG.’

?????

baejin’s confuzzled

but the next school day comes

and jinyoung’s lowkey nervous for some reason

bUT THE SECOND HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES

YOU PUSH EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY AND HUG HIM

“/now/ we’re together”

EVERYONE’S LIKE

“OOOOOOOOOOOO DID YOU HEAR THAT???? THEY’RE TOGETHER”

DAEHWI IN LEAD

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GET TO DATE AN ACTUAL ANGEL

his followers better be ready for cute pictures of you taking over his account

baejin would 1000000% have a pupper later on in life fight me on this

siGH INSTAGRAM FAMOUS! JINYOUNG??? MORE LIKE HIGHSCHOOLER! JINYOUNG WHY AM I LIKE THIS

i hope y’all enjoyed it though aaaaaa if i don’t seem as sarcastic or dumb as usual it’s because i’ve just finished my exams and i’m tired asf also is this really 2.5k WORDS??? I CANT- IT’S A WHOLE 1000+ WORDS MORE THAN POLICE OFFICER MINHYUN

also am i publishing this when mama’s happening i- apparently jihoon’s in a choker omfg- soMEONE HOLD ME

#wanna one #bae jinyoung #produce 101 #instagram famous! au #broduce 101 #wanna one scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #c9 #c9 bae jinyoung #bae jinyoung scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one aus #bae jinyoung imagines #bae jinyoung au

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magioftheseas · 6 years

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A Breath Of Fresh Air

@danganronpasecretsanta gift for @space-man-momota

Summary: Pre-Despair AU. After a stressful exam, Hinata joins Komaeda on a relaxing picnic.

Rating: T

Warnings: None unless you count kissing.

Notes: Since the prompts you gave me included “picnic dates” and “kissing”, I decided to combine the two for something simple and sweet! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s a little on the late side. :’D Happy New Year + Hinata’s Birthday!

**Alternative Ao3 Link**

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The classroom had become too suffocating, but the air outside wasn’t much better. All around, he could see his peers with their heads low, with shadows under their eyes, moods all the darker against their dark uniforms.

It was a bright and clear day as always, with only a few clouds in the sky. This was the kind of weather kids would laugh and play in.

But for someone like him, it’s...really seriously depressing.

Hinata only sighed, blocking his eyes from the sun, keeping his head down like everyone else and hating himself more for it.

This is really despairing.

But, hey, at least the exam was done and over with. He still had time before another was on the horizon and the dread began anew.

Urgh.

In times like this, he could either sit and sulk, or walk and sulk. And his legs were stiff. He himself itched.

Walking it was.

Despite their buildings and their closer surroundings being unremarkable compared to the main, the space where it merged from the untalented grounds to the talented grounds was—alluring in a way he couldn’t fully explain.

Maybe his boyfriend could explain it. His...boyfriend...

So perhaps Hinata had a reason other than the physical ailments to walk today.

He swallowed, heart beating just a bit harder against his chest, palms getting sweatier.

Ha...ha...

Hinata’s nervous gaze darted among the trees, the vivid greens, the vibrant flowers, muted browns, lively birds and squirrels—if his luck was really anything to go by...

Maybe he’d be right in the middle of it.

“Ah, Hinata-kun?”

And sure enough.

Komaeda blinked up at him, gray-greens wide, lips in a perfect circle. Then, quickly and easily, Komaeda gave a bright smile that only looked brighter under shadows and the sunlight scattered by the leaves and branches above.

“Hinata-kun, hello! What are you doing?”

“I...” Hinata’s mouth went dry as it always did, heart beating just a little faster. Somehow, he swallowed and managed to answer. “I’m taking a walk. I mean, out on a walk. Just...around.”

“Just around,” Komaeda echoes, those gray-greens twinkling with amusement. “Well, yes, you reserve students typically are just around.”

Hinata grimaced.

This is just what he’s learned to expect.

“What are you doing, Komaeda?”

Komaeda simply smiled innocently as always, smoothing out the blanket across the grass.

“Having a picnic,” he said, gesturing to it as well as the bento he had carefully set aside. “Isn’t that much obvious, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata didn’t answer that.

Komaeda giggled and patted the vacant spot beside him.

“If you’re just hanging around,” he said. “You can feel free to join me. Just because it’s you, Hinata-kun.”

Just because it’s you. Words like that would bounce around and reverberate so often in his head that it’d leave his ears ringing. He really, really was unbelievably weak in how easy a guy he was.

“Sure...thing.”

All the same, he seated himself, shifting awkwardly on Komaeda’s blanket. It’s a nice blanket. Far nicer quality than the one in his own dorm room. He wonders if it came from Komaeda’s own dorm, or if Komaeda brought it with him from his old house.

Or maybe Komaeda had it ordered and shipped overseas. Honestly, it could be any number of things.

“Did you already eat, Hinata-kun?”

Hinata shook his head.

“No, I...usually eat in the dining hall with the other reserves.” And usually, it wasn’t much, especially when he was anxious enough. He had been more than anxious enough for a while now. “I’m fine, though. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Oh, Hinata-kun...” Komaeda clicked his tongue in disapproval. “That’s no good! Food is very important for the growing young man!”

“You sound almost like a parent.”

“Ehhh? Do I?” Komaeda looked almost amazed at the thought before dropping it in favor of his earlier scolding. “But it’s true! There’s not much hope in stunted growth!”

“Not much hope, huh...”

As if there’s hope to even be found in the reserve course.

“You should eat, Hinata-kun! It’s healthy and good for you!”

“I guess...” Hinata’s gaze swept down, at the lithe figure that the HPA uniform didn’t obscure nearly as well as it should have. “But I don’t feel comfortable taking your food, Komaeda.”

Komaeda frowned.

“I could always get more at the cafeteria, or from Hanamura-kun in my class.”

Aah, right, one of his classmates is the SHSL Cook...

“Are you sure you will do that, Komaeda?” he asked, smile straining a bit. “It’s not a problem, right?”

“...Now Hinata-kun sounds like an overbearing parent.”

Oi, did you have to add the word overbearing in front of it?

Hinata just sighed.

“Look I get...anxious...” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You know that already, Komaeda.”

“Mm...” Komaeda hummed and then pushed his bento towards him. “I suppose... Here, Hinata-kun. Have my rice, then. I don’t much like rice. I tried to mix butter in it with some salt...but I might’ve added sugar by accident again...”

On a brighter note, Komaeda had brought an extra pair of chopsticks as well. Hinata broke them apart and took a bite out of the rice.

Unsurprisingly, it tasted...very...funny. Very, very funny.

Funny, but it wasn’t going to make him sick. And he was hungry. Not to mention it was Komaeda’s food.

“Thank you for the meal, Komaeda.”

“It’s not much of a meal, but you’re welcome, Hinata-kun!”

Yeah, he could manage just fine.

With a peaceful atmosphere like this, with the calm air all around, especially around Komaeda... It really was rather nice. Rather pleasant.

Like this, we’re almost enjoying each other’s company like a couple.

A couple.

Hinata swallowed another bite of funny rice.

“Oh, I also got some fruit,” Komaeda went on. “I’m not much for sweets, but these were actually grown by the SHSL Botanist... So, I’m really excited to try them...!”

“What kind?” Hinata asked. His throat went dry when Komaeda pulled one out with a bright smile.

“Peaches! Among some others,” he giggled and presented the peach with pride. “Isn’t it big and round and such a pretty shade of pink?”

Just like your derrière...

Hinata stared, tried not to recall getting an eyeful in the shower, and hurriedly nodded.

“Y... Yeah... That’s...one impressive peach...”

“Do you want one?”

“U-Uh...” He flinched with a blush. Shakily, he nodded before taking it. “Yeah, yeah...”

A couple...

They definitely had a weird relationship. Even Hinata himself didn’t quite understand it, but... Dating was the best way to put it. They weren’t exactly friends, but they certainly weren’t mere acquaintances.

Dating...is the best way to put it.

The taste of the peach was so good it had his eyes watering, and, sure enough, Komaeda was already in tears.

“I-It’s so...hopeful...!” he sobbed, breath hitching as he dabbed oh so daintily at his eyes with a handkerchief. Hinata snorted, a fond smile finding its way across his lips. “It’s the fruit of such hopeful talent!”

“Isn’t the phrase actually fruits of labor?” Hinata asked, just a little exasperated. Komaeda sniffled, blew his nose, and nodded furiously.

“It’s more than just that, though, Hinata-kun!”

Just...that... Right.

Hinata licked up the juices from his fingers, palm, wrist, and sucked it from his sleeve.

Komaeda wiped off his fingers carefully but finished up the peach, setting the pit in his bento. Hinata soon after did the same.

Just like that...

“Hey, Komaeda... If we kissed right now, how sweet do you think the kiss would be?” he asked. There was a bit of casualness to it, and his lips twisted, just a bit, at the corner. “Would it even be sweet?”

“What a strange question,” Komaeda said. Still, he smiled easily in return. “Perhaps we should see for ourselves, Hinata-kun.”

“Perhaps,” he echoed. When Komaeda beckoned him closer, he couldn’t help but obey, leaning in.

Komaeda’s lips were smoothed from chapstick, but not terribly soft. Just...a mouth. This wasn’t television or anything, it just was what it was.

Komaeda shivered against him as his tongue flickered out.

I was right. It’s sweeter.

Slowly, almost deliberately he reached out to run his fingertips along Komaeda’s jaw. He tucked a few strands of ivory white behind Komaeda’s ear, digits tracing the shell like so.

“Mmm...”

His fingers thread through Komaeda’s hair. Komaeda shifts against him, and their kiss deepens.

It’s really, really sweet.

“Hah... Pwah...” Komaeda’s cheeks are flushed so adorably as they part. “Hm... Hinata-kun... For a reserve... You really kiss by the book...”

“Haha,” Hinata exhaled. “Thanks. Means a lot.”

He kissed him a second time, then a third, a fourth, a fifth...

And again, he’s holding Komaeda closer than any other reserve would dare to even dream of with a main course student.

“...Hinata-kun...” Komaeda pants, their faces and bodies so very flushed together. “You’re really impertinent today.”

Impertinent, huh.

Hinata kissed him again, tongue flickering out. Komaeda shivered, breathless as they parted.

“You had an exam today, right?” he asked, sighing and brushing Hinata’s hair back, Hinata stiffening under his words and touch. “Aha, just a guess, just a guess...”

“A lucky guess,” Hinata muttered and pulled back with a tired smile. “Or maybe you just somehow knew.”

“Think what you will,” Komaeda said ever cheerily. “You haven’t been getting much sleep, have you, Hinata-kun?”

Humming, he cupped Hinata’s cheek, thumb tracing the shadow underneath his eye.

“Sleep is very important for the growing young man.” Komaeda clicked his tongue. “I swear, I shouldn’t have to worry this much about you. You’re really lucky that I like you so much, Hinata-kun.”

Lucky...

“Lucky,” Hinata echoed. “Yeah, I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

But I’m grateful for it all the same.

“I-It’s just because I happened to get used to your company, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaimed hurriedly. “It’s not because you’re special or anything like that!”

“Yeah,” Hinata said. “I know.”

Komaeda flustered adorably and pulled back to fiddle with his fingers.

Hinata sat back, gaze flickering towards the shimmering sunlight, caught between the leaves.

Carefree moments like this are what I look the most forward to.

And that was strange, wasn’t it? He had all these grand ideas about what would happen once he stepped through the gates of Hope’s Peak and—if not for Komaeda, he wonders if he would even still be here.

I’m just a talentless nobody otherwise, after all.

There had been rumors in the reserve course that it was possible to change that—that HPA was developing a way to create talent where there was none. Such rumors were clearly nothing more than wishful thinking. Even though Hinata, too, found such an idea to be...unbelievably enticing.

But rumors were just rumors, so all he could do was muster enough energy to make it through the days.

And it was difficult. In the oppressive atmosphere of the reserve course—it was downright impossible to relax. But with Komaeda...

Komaeda...has a very calming air. I wonder if I would have fallen for him under insignificant circumstances. I’d...like to think that I would.

“Ah,” Komaeda said, brushing his hair back as the wind ruffled it. “The breeze feels really nice.”

Hinata nodded along to that. “Yeah, it does.”

I wonder how much longer we have together.

“Maybe I should have picnics more often,” Komaeda hums, smoothing out the creases in the blanket. “You’re free to join me, Hinata-kun. Just because I like you and feel a bit sorry for you. No other reason at all!”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Hinata said. “I really like spending time with you either way.”

“Is that because you can continue practice your kissing skills?” Komaeda asked cheerily with pink cheeks.

“...something like that...”

Hinata scooted further, and then, laid his head on Komaeda’s shoulder. Komaeda stiffened, breath catching. Almost, Hinata could hear the other’s quickening heartbeat.

Or maybe that was wishful thinking.

“H-Hinata-kun?!”

Still, that was definitely a stammer.

Komaeda really is unbearably cute sometimes.

“Um, H... Hinata-kun...”

Aah, so cute...

“Kissing is nice,” he said. “But... I just like spending time with you because I like you, Komaeda.”

Komaeda didn’t say anything, but... Hinata wondered what face he was making. Was he blushing? Gawking? Eyes sparkling? He’s very tempted to turn so that he can see, but he’s also very content to remain where he is.

“I guess...” Komaeda trails off, wheezing a little. “For a reserve, Hinata-kun’s company is not...too disagreeable.”

Hinata’s smile twisted.

You say stuff like that, but you’re comfortable too, aren’t you, Komaeda?

Komaeda was leaning against in return.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Hinata reached out and squeezed Komaeda’s hand.

“You know,” Komaeda mumbled. “I’m going to have to pull away and put up the blanket eventually. If I’m not in the classroom, sensei will scold me. And nobody likes it when I cause trouble.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We can’t remain like this forever. Under shadow and scattered sunlight. Close like this.

Eventually, Hinata will have to return to that dark oppressive classroom of his. He dreads it, but, it is...inevitable.

If I can’t follow Komaeda, I’d like to keep him here, us remaining like this.

But that, of course, was impossible.

Despairing.

“...I suppose I can stay a while longer, though,” Komaeda said softly, smiling a little. “But don’t expect this too often, Hinata-kun. It’s just a whim of mine. Just a whim.”

Hinata nodded along.

“...Thanks, Komaeda.”

For now, this is enough to manage.

#KomaHina #HinaKoma #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #Magi fics #super dangan ronpa 2 #sdr2 spoilers #dangan ronpa 3 #forgot the other links...

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mellowsobri · 7 years

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[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could've been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)

Masterlist

There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’

Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.

“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?”

“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”

Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her facial features scrunched up, causing her face to look distorted. “As if, Zambini. Draco is too good for all of these petty witches. Isn’t that right, Draco?” Draco rolled his eyes enough to let Pansy know that she was getting on his nerves before he turned on his heel and started walking, his friends following close behind.

“Whatever, Zambini. How about you mind your own business?” Blaise grunted and crossed his arms, eyeing a certain girl running to Neville Longbottom.

“What about her? Now that’s what you call eye-candy,” Blaise whistled, raising his eyebrows. “Finally a real woman around here.” Pansy, upon hearing his remarked, smacked the side of his arm with a snarl.

Draco moved his gaze over to where Blaise was staring.

“Who is she anyways? I’ve never even seen her,” Pansy spat, shooting a nasty stare at (Name).

“I don’t know, but would ‘ya look at that.” Blaise pointed to her skirt, lifted ever so slightly in the back. It looked wrinkled, as if she hadn’t bothered to readjust after standing up.

Draco felt his ears and cheeks heat up and had to force himself to avert his gaze. “Disgusting, Zambini…”

“Seriously though!” Pansy continued to smack Blaise, who in defense recoiled and jogged down the hall. Pansy followed after him, face red from anger. Behind Pansy trotted Crabbe and Goyle, claiming that she had something of theirs stored with her.

Draco was left in the middle of the hall, shamefully trying to ignore the presence of (Name) and the view that taunted him from only a few feet away.

He only happened to be glancing that way to see none other than Harry Potter and his crew stroll over to join in the circle of friends conversing.

Draco couldn’t handle it anymore. He was raised a gentleman, and a gentleman wouldn’t let a lady expose herself in public with his knowing.

At least, that’s what he told himself. In reality he just saw Harry’s face light up like a lantern when he caught a glance of (Name).

The Slytherin strolled over, biting his lip and refusing to look down a few inches.

He cleared his throat when he was directly behind her, signaling his appearance. (Name) turned around, a puzzled expression evident on her face.

“Oh, Malfoy…” She seemed surprised to see him standing there, red and flustered. “Can I help you?” She seemed more welcoming than her friends as they all shot glares up and down Draco’s form.

“Yeah, can we help you?” Ron’s mop of ginger hair moved with him whipping his head over to where Draco was standing.

“I’m not talking to you, Weasley,” Draco huffed. “Anyways, I wanted to politely inform you… That, um…” His face reddened, unable to form anything but jumbled and indefinable words.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Y-Your… Uh… Your skirt.” His voice shrank with each syllable.

“What about it?” (Name) looked at him with an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“I-It’s… Uh… A bit short…” (Name)’s eyes widened immediately, her arms shooting to the back of her skirt to pull it down. Her face was red and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Th-Thank you for informing me…” Her voiced cracked before she excused herself and briskly walked away from the group. Her friends were staring at Draco with a scowl. He shot them a sideways glare before discreetly following her.

He ended up in a nearly empty corridor, (Name) seated on a bay windowsill.

“(Name)?” The Hufflepuff girl’s head shot up.

“If you came here to tease me about it, I suggest you leave.” Her tone was cold and wavering.

“If I really wanted to tease you about it, why would I have confronted you alone?” (Name) took a few seconds to read over his response and nodded.

“Sorry…”

Draco hesitantly neared (Name) whose head was down in mortification and shame.

“Are… Uh, you okay?” Draco didn’t exactly comfort people on a daily basis, so he was very careful of his words and actions.

She took a while to respond, sighing. “Yeah, just embarrassed. Thank you for informing me, though… It could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Are you crying?” Draco wanted to curse himself. Had he really just asked that? “On the verge…” (Name) replied with a halfhearted laugh.

“I don’t know why I wanted to cry, though… I guess I got so embarrassed…” The girl sighed again and scooted over on her windowsill to let Draco sit beside her. He complied, unsure of how to answer her previous statement.

There was a long moment of silence before (Name) spoke up, looking Draco directly in the eyes.

“I know you stare at me.” He sputtered, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t know what you're talking about! I am not as lowly as to-“

“Don’t deny it, Malfoy. There’s no purpose in lying.” He grunted, not replying.

“So why do you stare at me, then?” She spoke up, eyes sparkling with newfound interest.

“What?” (Name) leaned back and crossed her arms, waiting for a response. Draco studied her, missing the sight of her features from a closer angle.

“I… Am not sure, actually.” His tone was soft, but sincere. “I suppose you just stand out from other people.”

“Oh, please. I’m a good-girl student who is too caught up in her own daydreaming that she leaves class with her skirt hiked up. I can’t be that unique. But thank you… For the compliment that is…” Draco nodded once as if saying ‘you're welcome’.

“Yet you're delicate and kind, yet somehow you also manage to be tough. You're not a pushover, nor are you overbearing. And most of all you don’t make a fool out of yourself in front of me.” Draco laughed softly to lighten the mood.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I basically gave you an entire view… I would say that’s pretty bad.” (Name) smiled in return.

“You should see some other girls… What happened today was nothing,” he mumbled, entranced by the smile she offered him. (Name) giggled, tugging on her sleeve nervously. “So, um… Why exactly… Did you tell me about that? You could’ve easily just let me humiliate myself in front of everyone…” Draco froze. What was he supposed to say? ‘Because I’ve mildly stalked you for months now because you had me hooked ever since our one Potions assignment?’

“I… Uh… It just happened to catch my attention… It was distracting me and…”

“Distracting you?” (Name) repeated with a raised eyebrow.

“W-Well, I mean…!” She looked at the Slytherin struggling to form words and placed a comforting hand atop his.

“Don’t push yourself. You can tell me later.” Draco’s breath hitched and if his face wasn’t already a bold shade of red, then damn was it now.

She hopped down from the windowsill, leaving a lingering feeling on the hand that she touched.

“Well… I suppose I’ve idled here for a few moments now. Thanks, again.” She smiled and started to walk away before she was pulled back gently. Draco gently grasped her hand with an almost pleading look in his brilliant gray eyes. She was almost taken aback at his brashness.

“Draco?” She tilted her head and looked at him.

“(Name)… I understand this must sound sudden, but um… Would you like to accompany me this weekend to Hogsmeade? Or it doesn’t have to necessarily have to be there… Just anywhere, really…? Just the two of us?” Draco’s eyes were soft and gentle. His hand grasped hers as if she was a gem that could shatter with the smallest wrong move.

“Oh…” His expression fell at her response. He retracted his hand, turning to leave. “Wait!” She looked at him with a confused stare. He looked back at her, mirroring her gaze. “What?”

“That wasn’t a ‘no’, silly… I was simply just surprised! In fact, I would love nothing more than to accompany you somewhere… Just the two of us.” She smiled and nudged him playfully. He grinned back at her, showing a rare side of him she had never seen. (Name) approached him with a rosy tint dusting her cheeks and planted a dainty kiss on his cheekbone before bidding him a goodbye.

He stood in the corridor, grazing the place she had kissed him with his fingertips, his expression dazed and dreamy.

Meanwhile, (Name) did the same, almost thanking her bad luck for the skirt incident.

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chan-yolo · 7 years

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Artificial Love

A/N So I've decided to do another EXO scenario, and this time I thought I’d write something for Sehun. This is going to be very different from my last two scenarios i’ve done as it’s not as fluffy, to be honest this went in a completely different direction to what I had planned... hopefully you like it. If you have any requests for anything EXO feel free to message me xoxo

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive. Sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.

That’s how this love felt to you, dirty and wrong. He was like a harsh bite, what made it so dirty was that you loved the pain. The heartbreak he gave you every time he left, the tears spilled over the way he pushes you away. the feeling in your stomach, like you’re going to throw up every time he whispered those sweet words to you. But you loved it. Everything about it gave you a thrill, you got a kick out of being his possession.

You loved him. You knew that. You also knew he did not reciprocate those feelings. He would always say he loved you, but you knew he was just scared you’d escape him and move on. He didn’t like to lose what he thought was his. And in all honesty you didn’t mind being his toy, because it meant you got to hold him, and touch him in a way no one else could while you were by his side. But everyone in his life had an expiry date, that’s just how Oh Sehun worked. Until then you were just going to enjoy the pleasure he gave you in everything he did.

Sehun never really took you on normal dates, well he never really took you on dates at all. It was all to parade you to his associates and friends. On occasion to keep his parents quiet he would bring you along to family events. Tonight was no acception. Here you were, in a dress too tight for you. sitting at the bar watching your boyfriend chat to a group of people just as attractive as him, yet he was still the one to stand out.

You walked in with him, everyone knew who you were. They knew you were his accessory, and that they should stay away from anything Sehun had left his mark on, only occasionally getting a lingering look from a guest, just wanting to get a look at the person the famous Sehun had claimed. But every once in a while you’d get someone who would try their luck with you, and most of the time it would be someone new. But this time is was one of his friends, someone within his inner circle. one of the nine most talked about men in the city. This could only end badly.

The moment you saw Chen walk towards you, you knew that it could only end badly. You looked back over to Sehun, ignoring the other attractive man walking towards you. You felt someone lean next to you, and by the view in your peripheral, you could tell it was Chen. You took a big swig of your champagne, wishing it was something stronger.

“I see he’s left you again angel.” You heard Chen speak next to you. I looked at him, he looked great, his hair pushed back, clad in a suit, which really did him justice. His kitten lips permanently pulled up in a smile, tonight though it was a smirk, just for you.

“He hasn’t left me Jongdae, this is a business party, he is doing his job, and please don’t call me angel.” I rolled my eyes and looked into the crowd, finishing my champagne.

“Oh yeah, doing shots with Chanyeol is really doing his job.” He scoffed, shooting daggers at Sehun laughing loudly with his taller friend.

“Jongdae stop.” I sighed turning round and ordering a whiskey for myself.

“You could call me Chen you know?” he asks moving a little closer to me, watching as I drink my drink and order another.

“Wouldn’t that mean we’d be friends?” I look at him, smirking a little.

“I thought we were already friends.” He smiles never looking away.

“we’re not that close.” I take a swig of my drink, turning away from him.

“I’d like to be.” I hear him say.

“I bet you would.” I laugh.

“You don’t know how much I would.” I feel his arm snake around my waist. He was now pressed up against my side, his face very close to mine. I look up at him, shocked by his actions but chose not to show it.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game Jongdae.”

“I know I am. I also know that I could give you more than he can.”

“Oh really?” my eyes flicker down to his lips momentarily, and then look up to his eyes. It was quick but he still noticed.

“You know I could Y/N, i’d be so good to you.”

“You’re his friend Jongdae, his elder, he respects you, you can’t do this.”

“I can’t help how I feel about you Y/N.”

“Jongdae stop...” you were only telling him for his benefit.

“Y/N please...”

“She said to stop so maybe you should.” You heard a voice next to you. You closed your eyes, knowing this was what was going to happen, why did you let Chen carry on, the last thing you want is him hurt.

“I’d really appreciate it if you’d take your hands off of her also.” You stared at Sehun, he was so calm, too calm. you felt Jongdae’s hands leave you, and you turned completely to look at Sehun.

“I’d appreciate it Sehun if you put effort into your relationship.”

“My relationship is none of your concern Chen.” You could see in Sehun’s eyes that he was losing his cool.

“She could do better.” Jongdae spat at him.

“What did you say?.” Sehun gritted his teeth.

“She could easily leave you Sehun, she could do better.” The next thing you knew, Sehun had grabbed Chen by the collar. You jumped in surprise, not expecting him to act out in a public place, especially towards one of his best friends.

“You will not come near Y/N again. You will not look at her, you won’t even breathe near her. I don’t want you anywhere near her.” Sehun pushed Chen back and turned to you. “We’re leaving.” You looked back at Chen smiling apologetically and quickly followed behind Sehun, jogging lightly to match his long strides.

You dared not to say anything, knowing that when he’s mad, you have to wait for him to make the first move. Something like this had never happened before, men had tried to flirt with you, but you always told them you had a boyfriend and they would leave. This time was different, Jongdae knew what he was doing, and you didn’t help the situation, you should’ve pushed him away. But why didn’t you? Maybe you didn’t think Jongdae would do anything drastic, he was a friend of Sehun’s after all. Or maybe you knew this would happen, and you just wanted a reaction from your boyfriend, maybe you just wanted to see him show how possessive he is. But there you were in the car, not knowing what was going to happen. Would he shout at you? Would he leave you? He was so quiet you couldn’t read him.

You arrived, surprisingly at your apartment, usually after these events you’d end up back at his. You continued not to say anything and followed him up to your apartment door. You stepped in front of him to open the door, as you stepped in he uttered one room.

“Bedroom.” I followed his order. With my head down I walked to my bedroom. when I entered I sat straight down on the edge of my bed, staring straight down at my shoes.

“What do you think you’re playing at Y/N?” I continued to look down at my shoes.

“He’s my friend. You should know better.”

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, almost inaudibly.

“No! What was he thinking? He knows you’re mine, yet he chose to... to do that!” You looked up to see Sehun staring at you intently. he walked over to you, moving your hair out of your face. His hand slowly moved down to cup your cheek, his thumb moved to swipe over your bottom lip. You had chosen to wear the lipstick he likes. The perfect shad of crimson.

“You’re so innocent Y/N. Don’t you see the way guys look at you? Even D.O hyung looks at you like an animal.” You blinked up at him.

“I’m sorry Sehun.”

“It’s okay, you don’t know. I just need to make sure you’re mine. I need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

He pushed you back, urging you to scoot back. He took off your shoes in the process. “Lay down princess.” he uttered, never once looking away from you. You laid down, looking up at the man you loved, who was now hovering over you.

“You’re beautiful you know that?” His eyes traced your face. and you smiled softly at him. Sehun slowly leaned in capturing your lips, kissing you deeply, with passion. You ignored the fact you felt no love in his kiss, just savouring the moment of him. He moved to start kissing your neck, sucking on it harshly. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue running over the spot, easing the tingling feeling.your hand finding its place in his hair.

Sehun moved to look you in the eye, looking down at the mark he made, “Everyone will know who exactly you belong to.” Your breath hitched at the look in his eye. The look of hunger. Of Want and desire. He moved your leg up to be placed on his hip, smiling at you deviously.

“You know I love you right princess?” You nodded as his lips were once again placed on yours.

It was dirty, gritty and possessive. But you wouldn’t want it any other way. You wouldn’t want him any other way.

A/N sooooo it’s very different from what i’ve written before, and it took me a while, but hopefully it’s okay. I hope you enjoy reading it, i’m sorry for any mistakes, it’s 3am haha xoxo

#exo #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo angst #sehun #oh sehun #sehun imagine #sehun scenario #kpop imagine #kpopscenario

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sc87confessions · 7 years

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Lookin’ Forward To

You woke up the next day before Sid did, he looked peacefully asleep so you got up and went down to the hotel’s gym. You were in for about an hour when he called you to ask where you were, you told him that you’d be up in a few to go get breakfast with him and then head back home. You and Sid went down the street to a cute little restaurant that served healthy yet delicious breakfast. You guys were enjoyin each other’s company as you ate silently. “What time should I bring everyone?” you asked randomly “As early as you can so you guys can visit us before game time too” “Us or just you?” you teased “OKay mainly me, you’ve never come before anyways except for TYYY” “Sidney, we talked about this” you chuckled “What happened between you guys anyways, you said there was something there before?” “Nothin” “You guys dated?” “Why do you want to know?” “Because I’m curious, I knew there was something there” “Alright, Ty and I dated for about five months” “And?” “And it didn’t work out obviously, it was goin pretty well actually, the guys thought that Ty was finally goin to get hitched and all that” “BUT?” “I caught him kissin his ex after a night out with his “boys”, I ended it right away and this fucker had the nerve to bring her to the New Years Eve party just to rub it in my face” “Are you FUCKIN SERIOUS?! And you still talk to him?!” “Yeah but I went MIA for awhile, I wouldn’t reply to anyone, not even Jamie or Katie, until Jamie showed up with Jordie sayin how Ty knew he messed up and that he was a mess” Sidney looked at you like he couldn’t believe what you were sayin. “I don’t get how you stayed friends with him” “I was alone in Dallas Sidney, it’s sad to say but I knew I couldn’t have him out of my life, him nor the team, which is why I forgave Tyler, but I knew I could never trust him again which is why we never dated after” “So if he would’ve never messed up, you guys would’ve probably been married by now” “Who knows Sidney, somethin else could’ve gotten in the way later on” “Right” he said a little sad “I can’t believe I’m sayin this but everythin happens for a reason Sidney, me becomin a cop, me endin up in Pit, us meetin each other in Dallas right before I moved out there.” You said as you finished eatin your food. Sid sat in silence for a while as if lost in his own thoughts. Once you were both done you ended up leavin back home to change and get ready for the game. You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t grasp the fact that you were goin to a Kings game but this time in Pens gear, Sid’s to be exact. You felt like a trader but somehow you felt very proud of wearin Sid’s jersey. For the first time you’ll be wearin Pens gear whether it was away or not, which made you a bit nervous this is what you what you have to sacrifice to be with Sid you thought as you smiled to yourself. Your family however chose for the Kings gear which you were glad about as you wanted someone to cheer for your home team. When you guys arrived at the arena, you went to will call to grab the tickets and saw that Sid again had given you glass seats, this time though, on the visitin side of course. You were excited to be there at the game as it had been years since you’ve stepped foot at Staples Center and even more to see Sid play again. You went downstairs to see Sid, when he saw you his face immediately lit up. “Someone finally made it” he said ecstatic as he made his way to you and gave you a kiss, “thank you for coming down here (Y/N)”. Your sister then took a pic of you guys together. You had to admit you guys actually looked great as a couple. When the guys came out, they looked your way to see what you were wearin, most of them couldn’t believe it. Murray acted like he was cleanin his “glasses” to make sure that he was seein correctly. When Geno came out he immediately nudged Sid when he saw that you were in Pens gear. Sid’s face was more ecstatic than ever him seein you in his jersey. The game was fun and intense as LA was a pretty great team as well, luckily not too many fights broke out. Your family was havin a blast but somehow they then ended up cheerin even more loud when Sid scored a goal. You were yellin your lungs out when Sid scored, you got a few chirps here and there but you couldn’t care less. The Pens ended up takin the W in OT, you knew that Sid was goin to be in a great mood. You met with Sid downstairs, you knew he wanted to go out to celebrate so you guys went to a nice restaurant out in Manhattan Beach. It was nice seein all your family together includin Sid, how they interacted made you happier than ever. Sid would look at you now and then and smile subtly. He looked at you with more attention when you played with your smaller nephews and mostly the baby. In Sid’s mind, he couldn’t wait to have this kind of future with you, sooner than later for him. The next day, you guys did the same thing, this time headin out to Anaheim, and this time you had no problem sportin the Pens gear as you had always hated Anaheim. The Pens played even better against the Ducks with a win over them 5-2. You guys headed out to another restaurant out in Newport, it was a nice place with a rooftop section which had the perfect view of the ocean. You really missed bein in California, havin time to be with your family made you realize that as much as you missed it here, you couldn’t move back, Pittsburgh was your new home, for good. You were lookin out towards the ocean when you felt someone hug you by your waist, of course it was Sid. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and then leaned his head on your shoulder. “What are you thinking about?” he asked “Nothin, just enjoyin this view, I missed it” “Mhmm, you’re a better view” “HAAha oh Sidney” you said as you turned around to face him You both stared at each other for a few seconds “I can’t wait for you to meet my parents, just a few days away” he said excitingly “What if your parents don’t like me Sidney?” you said half playful half serious “Are you kiddin me? My mom’s been bugging to meet you and Taylor of course too, my dad’s more quiet about it but I can tell he’s curious to meet you as well” he said as he kissed you lightly on the lips. Dinner was great but you guys were all tired from goin back and forth and of course it bein the holidays. It seemed like every time it was still just as difficult to say goodbye to your loved ones but they understood that you had a great career goin for you and now thankfully another amazin person by your side to support you. The plane finally touched down in Pittsburgh as you gathered your things and headed out towards the baggage claim. You were waitin for you luggage when you saw Jake waitin for you with Leila. They looked great and happy together, as much as Jake had gotten mad at you, you knew he was appreciative for makin the first move for him, he’ll never admit it though. You guys headed out to get lunch and then went on back home to relax. It was a few days before NYE but you knew Sid’s family should come into town any minute. You were gettin ready for bedtime as you had work early tomorrow mornin. Just on cue Sid texted you Sid: Hey baby, parents are in town tomorrow morning, how does dinner sound? You: I should be out by 6 if that’s ok? Sid: Perfect, I’ll pick you up around 7 You: Sweet, I’m goin to bed Goodnight Sidney Sid: Goodnight baby sleep well It was around noon when Jake and you were decidin what to have for lunch, you guys went to a small cafe that had great paninis. Jake and you were deep in conversation when you felt your phone buzzin, you let it go to voicemail but 3 more calls followed again, you checked to see that it was Sid. “Hey babe, whats up?” you asked him “Uhmm just getting coffee with my parents, you look nice by the way” “I’m in uniform so I don’t know how ni---wait how do you know?” you said as you looked to your left towards the tables “Your other side baby” Sid said as he chuckled You turned and sure enough there was Sid with his family Oh SHIT this wasn’t how I was supposed to meet them Act cool Sid walked towards you as his parents followed behind “Hi baby, these are my parents” he said ecstatically as he gave you a kiss “Hi! It’s nice to meet you guys!!” you said as you got up to greet Trina, Taylor and Troy. “We’ve been dying to meet you, see who the great woman is” said Trina as she gave you a hug “All he does is talk about you haha” teased his sister as she hugged you too, causin Sid to glare at her a bit. “Hello Mr. Crosby” you said as you extended your hand to Troy. He stared at you for a bit, you almost thought he wasn’t goin to like you, until he brought you in for a hug as well “Well if it isn’t my future daughter-in-law I hope!” he said joyfully “Sid, honey, she’s stunning!” his mom added as Sid blushed “Pleasure to meet you guys, this is my partner Jake” “Hey y’all, it’s nice to meet you!” Jake said as he got up to greet them as well, “y’all are welcome to sit here” You guys sat down on one table and continued to talk “So how’s work going?” Sid asked “Not too bad, few calls but mostly minor events” you said “I can’t believe Sid’s dating a cop” added Taylor, “she can pretty much kick anyone’s ass, including yours Sid haahha” “Oh sure she can” he replied sarcastically “Sure looks like it since you talk to them a lot about me right baby” you said sassily “Whatever” he said givin up You guys enjoyed each other’s company for about 15 more mins since you and Jake had to go back to work You said your goodbyes as you guys got out into the patrol vehicle, Sid givin you a kiss and hug and wishin you to be safe. “Don’t forget about dinner baby” he reminded you “I won’t haha, 7 right?” You had to admit, you were pretty exhausted from travelin and goin back to work early, time however was flyin for you. You got into the shower as soon as you got home and got ready for dinner. You wore a red sundress with your cowboy boots, you did your makeup naturally and curled your hair in loose waves. Meetin Sid’s parents earlier helped you calm your nerves a bit but you were a bit nervous of what they would ask you or if they’d change their mind about you. Jake helped you stay calm as he talked to you about the New Year’s day party that you guys were plannin at your home, he shared some pretty big news “So I know it’s soon, but I’m goin to propose to Leila at our party, is that okay?” He had taken you ring shoppin to get some opinions on what Leila would like so you knew he was goin to propose, you just didn’t know when. “Jake I think that’s perfect, we’re goin to decorate the house very well plus all of us are basically goin to be there, includin your family” you said eagerly, “I’m so happy for you Jake, don’t forget about us other people though ahah” you said as you heard the doorbell ring “Well soon enough, I won’t be the only one engaged, that is if Leila says yes” he said nervously “She’d be dumb not to, but Sid and I are not there yet, see you later Jake” you said as you headed towards the door Sid picked you up in his truck as he said that his parents and sister were on there way to the restaurant from shoppin at the mall. “You look beautiful (Y/N)” he said as he put his hand on your knee, rubbin his thumb softly “Thanks babe, so do you, well not beautiful er--- handsome, you know what I mean haha” As you guys arrived you saw that Sid’s family arrived at the same time as well, Taylor complimented you on your outfit and sat next to you and Sid at the table. Troy was excited to talk to you about your job and what kinds of things or people you had encountered so far. He was really interested in what you did as a living, Trina felt the same way but was more concerned than ever too. “Honey, how are you not scared of what you do?” she asked curiously “I am sometimes but I mostly think that I am better than that person who is out to get other people who are innocent, for me it’s not about bein scared, more about doin what’s right to protect others” “My my my, I hope Sid never lets go of you” Trina shared, puttin her hand over yours. You guys enjoyed an amazin dinner, which went way better than you thought it would. You were lookin forward to gettin to know Sid’s family more over the course of the New Year’s party and hopefully for the rest of your life.

#chapter 15 #chp15 #SC87Confessions #Twitter

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shiroe-is-my-baby · 7 years

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A Dance & A Moment

Summary: A dance for each and every f/o, because they freaking deserve it.

W: self-insert, fluff, lots and lots of faves!

((Here’s my faves fic. I included as much of my faves as I could. Some old and some new! You could see which one I REALLY wanted to write in for the first time ever haha. Hope you enjoy my self indulgent mess XD I really liked doing this and I may even do more in the future!!))

“Ashie! Over here!”

I smiled brightly, hearing the familiar chirp of the woman as she approached me. Asuna slipped in front of me, her hand finding mine and pulled me close. “You’re gonna dance with me tonight, right?” She asked with a slight pink covering her cheeks. I laughed, giving her a quick nod.

“Of course! I can’t pass up giving me adorable queen a dance!”

“You’re so sweet, Ash.”

Before I could say another word, I felt a hand on my elbow and another snake around my waist skillfully. There was a voice near my ear, the tone causing goosebumps to dance across my skin. “I think she promised me the first one,” Saeyoung said with a cheeky grin. That comment didn’t sit well with the man to my left, his eyebrow down turning immediately.

Shiroe was actually supposed to be the first one I had danced with. I didn’t promise him, but I knew that he had expected it. We came together after all. Raising my eyebrows, I looked at him with pleading eyes. I didn’t want to start an argument at all tonight. It was meant to be fun, but I knew that Shiroe would be a little jealous. He just had to understand that my heart was for all of them.

But for him the most.

“You won’t mind if I borrow her?”

Oh, he knew.

Saeyoung knew that he’d mind. I could tell by the way he smirked and teased with a waggle of his eyebrows. Shiroe saw this too, trying hard to control his laughter and show that he was slightly upset. He didn’t want to give the red head the satisfaction. Giving a sigh, he leaned against the wall and shook his head.

“No… Go ahead.”

“Thanks. I’ll bring her back later.”

He winked, giving my arm a gentle tug. Rolling my eyes, I giggled at his antics and squeezed Shiroe’s hand reassuringly. When I left I saw him smile happily, and I could tell that he wasn’t too upset. He saw the excitement in my eyes, glowing brighter when they looked at him.

Saeyoung twirled me around, the smile on his face making my heart skip a few beats. The fact that he was looking at me with that look was even worse for my heart. His hand settled on my waist securely, keeping a respectable distance between us. I stayed my hips to the light music that played, but it looked like neither of us really cared about following the beat too much.

I laughed mainly at myself, hearing his chirps and teases at how terrible I was. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” Saeyoung teased, his lips curling into a teasing smirk. Narrowing my eyes, I pinched his cheek and watched him yelp and scowl down at me.

“You act like your any better.”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue as he twirled me once more. “That’s where your wrong, my dear,” He said in a fake, regal tone, “But I’m not sure if you’re worthy enough to see my skills.” I barked a laugh, trying to hold back giggles as he pulled me closer. He dipped me back, causing a yelp of surprise to escape my lips.

Swallowing hard, I felt eyes boring into me watching the entire display with many different emotions. Saeyoung didn’t seem bothered by it at all, leaning down to place a small kiss on my cheek when he lifted me back up. The warmth of his hand on my lower back caused shivers to scatter throughout my body. I bit my bottom lip, feeling my heart hammoring against my chest at both the attention and Saeyoung’s lips that had touched my skin.

I’ll never wash this cheek again.

He smiled thoughtfully, outstretching his arms to spin me forward, grasping my hips and pulling me back towards him. His arms enveloped me from behind, pulling me against him and setting his chin upon my shoulder. We swayed to the music slowly, our heartbeats matching in perfect rhythm. Saeyoung could be a charmer when he wanted to be, but I could tell that he wasn’t trying very hard. Just doing what his heart told him too.

His breath tickled my skin, holding me securely and humming a sigh. “You smell so good,” He said, “Is that a new perfume?” I nodded at his words, feeling my heart fluttering at his close he was. He knew how dangerous it was to do this right now, but he didn’t seem to care. In this moment it was only the two of us. And I really didn’t mind.

“It might be.”

“Can I assume that you bought this just for me?”

“Of course…”

My voice was soft and reassuring. His voice sounded a bit somber, but the smile never left his lips. “I know I should let you go now,” He said, his lips slowly inching closer and closer to my ear. I swallowed, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. It was hard to hide my hitching breaths from him.

“I don’t want to,” He whispered into my ear.

I felt my knees quiver immediately after he spoke, thankful that Saeyoung was there to hold me still. He gave me another peck on the cheek, dropping his arms from me. I figured that he was through, stepping forward to return to my spot near the wall. But before I knew it, Saeyoung scooped me up from my legs, lifting me off the ground.

I yelped, instinctively kicking my legs. He laughed in my ear, the cute grin forming on his face. He placed my arm across his shoulders, holding both of his arms underneath my thighs and carrying me back to my seat. My face was red as a tomato, hand covering my face in embarrassment.

“I’ll hand you off to the next lucky man,” He said with a wink, making my blush darken.

He threw in a quick “or woman” when Asuna glared daggers in his direction. Shiroe was the first person to outstretch his arms in waiting for me. Saeyoung seemed to be handing me off to him until a figure appeared from the corner of my eye and scooped me up in their… big… arms.

My eyes lifted, seeing the deep green eyes that I had missed. Booker’s lips turned into a half smile, dipping down to peck my cheek. “I’m not gonna hold you for long, baby girl,” He said, “Just wanted to have you all to myself.” Swallowing hard, I felt my heart stop and my breath catch in my throat. It’d been so long since I’ve looked into his eyes. I’d missed him more than I thought that I would.

He gently sat me back down onto the floor, asking me for a turn. I nodded instinctively, taking his hand and letting him lead me in the middle of the floor. Booker was quicker to pull me close, leaving barely any room between our bodies. He was more slow, not doing any fancy tricks or swaying me about. He and I danced like we had done many times before.

“It’s good to see you again,” He said, lifting my chin a bit as he spoke.

“Y-Yeah… It’s good to see you too, Booker.”

He kissed my hand, sending shivers down my spine. I felt the heat once again rising in my cheeks, and I began to wonder how many more times I could take this before I became a puddle in the ground. Booker always had a way with turning me to mush, and it felt like ages had past since the last time I relished in a moment with him.

The moment seemed to end a little sooner than I would have liked, feeling a hand at my lower back. “I’m sorry to intrude, but would it be alright if I cut in,” The deep voice shaking me to my core. Lifting my eyes, I heard Booker’s soft words of agreement, as he passed me off into Yami’s embrace. The man smiled, pulling me close and immediately chuckling under his breath.

“You’re very popular tonight it seems,” He said.

“Yeah… it’s kind of… weird, but I’m happy to be with you guys.”

“And we’re happy to be with you.”

He winked, taking my hand and dancing with me a little more extravagantly. Being tossed around was not something I really felt too comfortable with, but eventually I grew used to the idea. Everyone merely wanted a couple seconds with me, and I was more than happy to give it to them. Some I hadn’t spent time with in ages, and others were some I had yet to really indulge in.

Seeing the smiles and hearing the laughter warmed my heart. Everyone was having a fun time, and that was all I had ever wanted. The jealousy was still there, but I tried to ignore that for now. It wasn’t a fierce and battle of affections. It was merely just a tease, playful banter filling the room.

Some were alright with sharing while others were more… dominating. The different personalities had me in a daze, unsure of where to turn. Eventually, I found myself laughing and giggling in the corner with Asuna, Ryuko, and Yugi as they teased me about the nights events. I was all danced out, having taken a twirl with just about everyone in the room.

But there was still one person that I had yet to dance with.

Someone I was saving for this exact moment.

I hadn’t made it a point to reach out for anyone the whole night, but I made my way to Shiroe with determination in my eyes. He seemed to have relaxed in a chair, idly chatting with Jumin and nursing a drink in his hands. I didn’t expect the two to hit it off, but the thought caused a smile to form on my face. It was Jumin’s gray eyes that found mine, his one smile prominent as he sipped his wine.

Raising his eyebrows, he only gave me away slightly before I arrived. “I see you two have found the wine,” I said teasingly, draping my arms over Shiroe’s shoulders. The man tensed for a moment, hearing my voice in his ear and blushing slightly. He chuckled nervously, answering quickly as if I had caught him doing something inappropriate.

“I didn’t-”

“The wine is mine,” Jumin answered without hesitation, his voice calm and smooth like butter, “I wasn’t sure if you were going to serve any. I hope that was alright.”

“No, of course. I expected the drinks to be brought in anyway.”

The two of us shared a quick, polite glance. But Jumin could tell that I was here for the other man. He didn’t seem to mind, having had his dance with me already. He folded one long leg over the other, his eyes flicking from mine to Shiroe’s.

“Would it be alright if I borrowed him for a while?” I asked, as if he would say no.

“But of course.”

The smile turned into a smirk as he motioned with his head for us to go ahead. I tugged on Shiroe’s arm, pulling him up from the chair. My smile was warm and bright, ushering him into my arms. It was much different this time around. I was asking him for a dance. Shiroe was the one thing on my mind all night. I wasn’t being rude to him and ignoring him. I wanted to save the last and most special time for him.

Shiroe seemed a bit surprised and slightly embarrassed, placing his hand on my hips as he stammered. “It’s okay, love. We’ve danced before. Just follow my lead,” I said with a wink. He stared at me for a few more seconds, the surprise fading into happiness. He followed my movements, dancing much more affectionately with me than anyone else had. It was different with him. It would always be different with him.

“I’ve been wanting to hold you like this all night,” He said.

“I know. I’m sorry, love. I didn’t want to show favoritism.”

He nodded in understanding, but I could tell by his eyes that he was still unsure. He needed me to prove it to him. Swaying my hips, I kept my eyes locked on his the entire time we danced. Soft hums escaped my lips, singing along with the tune that played from the stereo. I leaned up and brushed my nose against his, smiling warmly.

When my fingers laced through his hair, I felt the world stop. It was once again only us two. I couldn’t see anything else but him. I bit my lower lip, sighing softly. Shiroe held me tightly, not wanting to let me go. He had shared me throughout the night, but didn’t want to do the same now. I was his and no one else’s. In this moment, we weren’t too worried about that.

No one would dare interrupt his moment.

“I saved the best for last,” I whispered.

I leaned on my toes, giving him a soft and gentle kiss. Shiroe kissed back deeply, humming a sigh against my lips. The night was slowly coming to a close. I had enjoyed the moments with everyone, making sure that they all had my attention at least once. But Shiroe could have it all and more. Every time.

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