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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It’s just that… you don’t really get along all that well, do you? At least, that’s what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers, slooow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader, eventual smut, talk of teenage!trauma (men are men and teenage girls are teenage girls) - nothing graphic, but, you know, a trigger warning feels right

Author’s note: new territory! fresh waters! my first ever part 6! wahhh!

Wordcount: 4.6K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

Sudden loud voices, followed by the slam of a closing front door shocked you awake. Not enough for you to actually open your eyes, but enough to propel you back into consciousness where you learnt that, oh, whoops, you'd fallen asleep.

The voices that came from the hallway were quickly shushed by Mark, who moved up from the sofa and you felt his legs disappear from underneath your feet.

“What’s – oh, she’s asleep,”

Your shoulder ached from lying on it weird.

The talking turned into whispers and was followed by footsteps that moved into the kitchen. When you looked with a squinty eye, you saw the TV was still on, but had been muted.

You'd had dinner over at Mark's, and Poppy had gone out with Joe. That was always the way it was; you and Mark were people who stayed in wearing comfy outfits, had simple meals and enjoyed shitty TV together. Poppy and Joe would go out in shiny outfits to shiny restaurants where they had shiny meals, you were sure.

No drinks after, though. Not tonight. Tomorrow she had her appointment at a wedding boutique, and you'd been invited to come along as well. You and Poppy were friends, after all, and she valued your opinion when it came to wedding dresses over Joe's anyway.

It was dark out, and you tried remembering if it had already been dark before you'd drifted off as you stretched your arms up over your head.

You were so toasty warm underneath the throw blanket, you groaned at the prospect of having to put your shoes back on and go outside for the trek home.

A sudden noise jump-scared you, and you were quick to pull in both arms close to your chest as your head snapped to where it came from.

Joe was stood in the doorway.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,"

"Oh my God," you spoke on an exhale, rubbed your face with both hands, and mentally cursed Joe for shocking you awake like he had.

Had he been stood there the whole time?

"Good morning?" you could hear him suppress a laugh, making fun of you as you sat up. Hair everywhere, sleep in your eyes and muscles all achy.

"It's night time," you corrected him dryly, not in the mood to play.

"Correction, it's not even 9, the evening's barely started."

Oh.

It felt like it was past midnight. But you shrugged, because it didn't really matter, and reached for one of your shoes that you pulled out from underneath the coffee table.

"Won't you... won't you have trouble getting to sleep later? Now that you've slept already?"

You frowned. Why was Joe trying to have a chat with you? Could he not go join Mark and Poppy in the kitchen and let you come back into your own body in some peace and quiet?

"I'll be fine," you pushed a foot into your second shoe. "I love a good nap."

A silence fell, and when you'd tied your shoe laces, you slapped your knees and took a deep breath. You looked at Joe who was still awkwardly hovering in the doorway, feet on the threshold, and you looked at him as if to ask, what do you want?

"Um, we... we came up with an idea," Joe started, scratching the back of his head.

"Small change of plans. We're turning the bridal shower into a wedding shower,"

You were glad that this was wedding-related, because it immediately normalised the conversation Joe was trying to have with you. You took a second to think it over, and then smiled an impressed smile at Joe.

"Well done," you nodded at him with your eyebrows raised. "Isn't that just a regular party, then?"

"Yea," Joe shrugged a little bashfully. "Pre-wedding party, everyone's invited, not just Poppy's guests,"

And no playing stupid bridal shower games, or stupid bridal shower activities... you were onto Joe. It was very clear that this was a way to minimize his workload and instead, just... drink.

Honestly, you didn't mind it.

"We thought it'd be nicer that way. Get everyone excited for the wedding,"

"No, yea... you're right. It probably will be nicer to have a normal party instead of playing the newly wed game, or some wild form of mad lips with their vows, or whatever,"

"Loo roll bride," Joe added.

"We could still do that, park Pop in the middle of the dance floor and dance around to wrap her up," you quipped, and got a huffed laugh out of Joe.

It was almost normal, until Joe's head turned and Mark's voice got into earshot. Joe immediately tensed up, you could see it in his shoulders, and you didn't understand why it offended you the way it did.

"Brilliant idea! We've managed to find a date that works for us," Mark said, revealing what they'd been up to, and it prompted Joe to step away to go and find Poppy.

Mark looked at you and turned on the ceiling light, washing the room in bright white. It made you flinch a little.

"Hey, twitchy-feet, you slept for nearly two hours,"

"I feel very well rested," you said, grinning at the nickname and getting up from the sofa.

"Kicked me several times,"

"You can take it,"

Finding your coat over the back of a chair, you slung it 'round and stuck one arm in after the other.

"You ready for tomorrow?" you called out loudly, and waited for a response from the kitchen.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Poppy called back.

"I was born ready," you grinned.

"No, you weren't," Mark said softly so only you could hear. "You were born five weeks premature, you–" you punched him in the arm as you stepped past him into the hallway.

"I'm so ready, I'll bring all of my opinions," you joked when you saw Poppy walk over, followed closely behind by Joe.

"Good, I'm going to need them."

"I'll bring mine too," Joe said, but earned an immediate scoff from his friend.

"No, leave those at home, you're just there for moral support. You need to tell me I look pretty in everything, and then I'll let the women be honest with me," Poppy said and you saw how they made eye-contact for a second.

It was wild how they looked in love when they locked eyes like that.

You snuck a quick glance at Mark to see if he noticed anything, but he had his phone out and you saw he had his agenda open, busy putting in when the wedding shower would be.

"I'm heading out," you broke their stare and all eyes turned to you.

"Me too," Joe said, and that immediately shot panic into your veins. You didn't need Joe walking you home again.

"Actually," Mark said, "I could use your help with something," And with a hand on his shoulder, Mark turned Joe back towards the kitchen.

"Bye," you called, and Mark waved a hand over his shoulder without looking back.

You didn't know if your face had given you away, if you'd been obvious about it, or if Mark had just sensed it within you, but you were grateful. Grateful you got to slip out of the house by yourself, void of any awkward embarrassing interaction with Joe. Just a small tiny wave for Poppy that got a bright smile of hers in return, and the door shut behind you.

Nice.

You could save all the tension for the next day. You just hoped it wouldn't get too weird. Tomorrow was going to be all about Poppy, anyhow. There wasn't going to be any room for Joe to be distant and weird with you.

At least, that's what you thought.

The next day, you all met up outside the boutique. Poppy, her mother, her auntie who doubled up as her godmother, and her daughter, Poppy's favourite cousin. And Joe. Of course, Joe was there too.

The six of you were sat down on one large sofa, everything pristine white, very clean, and obviously very expensive. You didn't sit next to Joe, even though out of everyone in Poppy's entourage you knew him best. It just, it was a little weird. In this group, you had known Poppy the shortest, and were only her friend by association. Originally, anyway.

After introductions to the bridal consultant of who you all were to Poppy, Poppy got whisked off fairly quickly to have a look at some dresses and to immediately try the first one on.

Waiting whilst she got dressed took ages.

Poppy's aunt and cousin took the time to look at dresses in the storefront, to see if they could find ones they thought would look good on Poppy. Joe buried himself in his phone, which was interesting, because you knew he wasn't on social media, so what the fuck was he even doing? Playing games?

It left you and Poppy's mum to talk.

"I've always wondered," she said, kind eyes all crinkled as she smiled at you.

"Of course we know Joe," she turned and curled a hand around his wrist. Joe smiled at her for a second, far more comfortable around her than you were. Which, yea, made sense. She might as well have been his mother.

"And we know Mark, but we don't really know you, do we? I've never heard how you and Mark became such close friends,"

Oh God.

This definitely felt like a protective mother making sure her daughter wasn't going to marry an unreliable man. One who didn't secretly have a girl on the side. One that didn't hide his mistress in plain sight.

You kind of understood, though. This all came from a good place, even if you could see that the smile you got from her was now very obviously a fake one. Or, perhaps not fake, but definitely wary.

Then you saw Joe put his phone down and direct his attention to you as well. A strange grin took over his face.

He scooted his hips forward a little, getting more comfortable as his legs spread wider. He was ready to listen to a story.

"Oh, well," you waved a hand, making it seem like you and Mark were surface level mates. "Nothing crazy, we just met at school and became fast friends."

It wasn't a direct lie. Not really.

It just wasn't an answer to the question she asked.

Joe narrowed his eyes at you and then frowned a little.

"You and Poppy met at school, didn't you?" Poppy's mum turned back to Joe, who immediately smiled at her and nodded. "Year 4," Joe added, and it was wild to see how fond she was of him.

Poster boy Joseph.

Probably the perfect son-in-law in her eyes. You wondered how much she despised that Joe wasn't the one marrying her daughter. How much she wanted Joe to be a true part of her family.

Instead she'd gotten Mark. And Mark came with an attachment.

You.

"Mark and I met when I was 14, and, you know him," you said, unsure if she actually did. "One big, kind softie."

The two of you laughed. Bonded over the fact that Mark was hardly soft - he could easily intimidate with just a simple look. He could be soft, sure. But he didn't look it.

Not the way that Joe looked soft, you thought.

The bridal consultant walked out and called everyone back to the sofa. Poppy was about to walk out in the first wedding dress she'd ever put on her body.

This was a big moment.

With everyone in position, Poppy got introduced all officially, and then she stepped out, dressed in an awful looking huge pile of tule that engulfed all of her. Absolutely ate her alive. She looked excited, but very self-conscious.

Her mother clapped in her hands excitedly and was already close to tears.

You looked at Joe who, Jesus Christ, looked absolutely smitten.

What was fucking wrong with him?

Poppy's aunt and cousin had huge big smiles on their faces and, oh my God, were you going to be the only one to tell her that you didn't like the dress on her at all?

Poppy got placed in front of a mirror and took a good look before she turned to face all of you.

"And?" Poppy questioned, eyes hopeful but terrified.

Her mother burst into tears.

Oh shit.

Joe immediately handed over a tissue from a box next to him.

"You look gorgeous," he said as he comforted Poppy's mum.

And she did look gorgeous. That wasn't the issue here.

Poppy got praised left right and centre, and you paid close attention to her face. For a moment you thought you weren't going to be able to give your honest opinion, because you saw her bloom, thriving on the kind words she was receiving from everyone.

However, when the consultant asked Poppy what she thought of it herself, Poppy turned back to look at herself in the mirror and hesitated.

Thank fuck.

Poppy made eye-contact with you in the mirror and gave you a questioning look.

"Pop, you look fantastic in white. Most beautiful bride. I'm being honest. Your skin looks like it's glowing, it's gorgeous... but, babe," you bit your lips into your mouth for a second, and considered the reaction you were going to get from the rest of the sofa.

"This dress looks awful,"

You saw heads snap towards you from your peripheral vision. You kept your eyes trained on Pop. Kind eyes. Real sympathetic ones.

The air was tense and you all waited for Poppy's reaction.

"I know," Poppy replied before she burst into laughter.

You could practically feel the whole sofa relax.

"It's not really your style, is it?" Poppy's cousin added.

"Far too cupcakey," Poppy said and scrunched up her nose as she picked at some tule and faffed with it to show what she meant.

"All right, less cupcakey, got it," the bridal consultant smiled.

The tone had been set. Good. You were glad. If everyone was just going to tell Poppy she looked great in every single dress, this whole appointment would be useless.

There was some more back and forth, people mentioning what they did like about the dress she was in, people adding how maybe this or that change would make it be more Poppy, and when Poppy disappeared into the dressing room to try on another dress, her mother reached a hand that grabbed onto your knee for a second.

"Thank you," this time you could see that her smile was sincere. "She deserves good friends like you."

You looked at Joe and couldn't help but feel a little bad for him. You were getting praised for being a good mate when Poppy's literal platonic soulmate was sat on the other side of her.

Joe eyes darted and only landed on you for a second.

Big cringe.

"Poppy deserves the world," you agreed. "And a beautiful dress," the cousin added, to which you all hummed and nodded. She really did.

Poppy tried on a few more dresses before she stepped out and was already in tears herself.

This was it.

It was the one.

Poppy knew it was the one, she could feel it in her bones and it radiated off of her.

She looked stunning.

Like, seriously stunning.

Mark was really fucking lucky.

It only took one look for her mother to start crying again, and before long, it was just you, Joe and the consultant with dry faces. Everyone else had tears streaming down.

"That's it," you said, and Poppy nodded with a shaky inhale and a wobbly smile. "That's the dress."

Her mother absolutely broke down then, and stood up to hug the girl in the beautiful white gown. It got quickly followed by her aunt who was trying her hardest not to let her mascara run, and Joe was just handing out tissues all 'round like his life depended on it.

He passed you one, which you took, but then held up questioningly.

"You're supposed to cry," Joe spoke out of the side of his mouth, his face in a faux panic over the fact that you weren't. He waved a hand in a small circle that was meant to say, hurry up with those tears, and it made you roll your eyes at him.

You stuck the tissue into your pocket and looked at the ladies stood by the mirrors.

This felt like a moment.

One you weren't part of. You weren't family, and you got the strong sense you were intruding.

The bridal consultant stepped back past the curtains that lead to the dressing room, and you thought she must have been thinking the same thing.

When Poppy's mother started talking about Poppy's birth, reminiscing about her sweet little baby girl, you knew you were right. Time to give them some space. You got up, excused yourself to Poppy's cousin who seemed to be drowning in self-pity over being single more than anything else, and escaped into the front of the store.

For a second you thought you could just busy yourself, looking through dresses, or whatever, but when you saw the door, some fresh air sounded divine.

It was nice out. Sunny. Slight breeze. Not very warm yet, but, the sun on your skin was bright enough to warm it.

You checked the time, and upon seeing how much time had already passed, you realised you were actually quite hungry. How bad would it be if you darted off get your hands on some food?

You didn't get to think about it long.

The door to the wedding boutique opened, and Joe stepped out.

Thinking that he'd been sent out to come and get you, you were about to tell him that you were just getting some fresh air and would be back inside in a minute. But then, Joe revealed a packet of cigarettes from a pocket and you realised he was joining you out on the pavement.

"Got a bit too emosh in there?" you asked.

Joe nodded as he took his first drag. A good, long one. He seemed insanely uncomfortable.

"I know it's a whole thing," Joe waved his hand around and made a stupid face. "But, fuck me, over five thousand pounds for a dress?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Of course the dress Poppy was going to get was over five thousand pounds. Of fucking course.

Joe shook his head, and even though you agreed, you thought you had a little case of a pot calling a kettle black on your hands here. Joe looked like he was wearing designer pieces exclusively. He probably had gotten a lot of it for free, but retail value would easily be a couple thousand.

So, you wanted to defend Poppy a little.

"If she loves it, she loves it," you shrugged.

"Yea, no, of course,"

"And she looks great,"

"She does."

Joe was quick to just go along with you. Didn't want to ruffle any feathers. He was but a man, one who didn't really get it, but the ladies inside were really going through something together, and when Joe saw you sneak away, he'd followed your lead and had done the same.

"Poppy's got nice family,"

You'd only briefly seen her mother once, but had never actually spoken to her before. Her aunt and cousin were completely strangers to you, but they honestly did seem lovely.

"She does," Joe said, and he let another silence follow as he looked down the street, away from you.

Jeez, Joe. Come on, put some effort in.

"Though her mother definitely doesn't trust me," you couldn't help the slight chuckle at yourself.

Joe's eyes found yours, and he huffed a laugh as he exhaled thick white smoke that immediately blew upwards.

"Nah," he started, "She's all right,"

You looked down at your feet a moment.

"It didn't help that you pretended you barely even know Mark at all," Joe reminded you, and you looked up at him, about to share that she did say that Poppy deserved friends like you, but something about the way Joe was looking at you made the words linger in your lungs.

"What was that about?"

In all the years that you and Joe had avoided conversations like these, suddenly, it felt like the most natural thing between you.

To be talking about your friends like this.

You wondered what changed.

"I... I could tell you, but, I need to warn you. I might cry."

Joe didn't say anything. Just smoked.

"Is being in the vicinity of four crying women not enough?"

It was meant as a joke, but you knew that even just thinking about the start of your friendship with Mark could make your throat hurt.

"No? Need one more?"

You hid your smile badly, but you poked Joe right where it hurt. Joe thought he'd said something wrong and immediately backed off. You thought he either didn't get social cues, just in general, or that maybe you'd been right before, and Joe really didn't actually like you. He'd just tried to be nice for Poppy's sake.

You couldn't even be mad. That just made him a good friend. It just sucked that you had to bear the brunt of it.

But you were kind, remember? So after a short moment of silence, you decided to just tell him anyway.

"When I was 14, my, um... experience, with boys, and honestly, too many adult men, was very..."

You forgot that having to tell him meant you had to say the actual words. Verbalise them. Speak them into the air, just... outside, where you were stood on the pavement, for strangers to hear. For Joe to hear.

"How can I put this without it sounding too dramatic... basically, any time a boy was friendly to me, and I thought I'd made a friend, it was... it was never just friendly. There was always a point where suddenly, they wanted to put their sweaty little teenage hands in... places,"

Oh God, you couldn't look Joe in the eye for this.

"And I don't know, it just... if every time you think you've made a friend you end up finding out that they aren't actually a friend, it um... fucked me up, a little bit,"

You were going to brush over the adult men you mentioned.

"Not to mention the way that you'd then get treated after when you'd kindly say, no thanks, I'd like us to remain friends, please,"

You recalled the way they'd speak to you. Would look at you. Like you'd personally done them a great disservice. Like not letting them touch your tits was the most vile thing you could've ever done to them.

"Adult men?"

Fuck.

Joe's voice couldn't sound smaller if he'd tried.

"Yea, you know... just," you shrugged. Eyes down. This was just what things were like. "Teachers who would squeeze your shoulder for a second too long when they'd reassure you that you really were a beautiful young girl, or, my dad's coworkers that would comment on them being disappointed I wouldn't be in my schooluniform if they'd visit on the weekends,"

"Fucking hell,"

"It's whatever," you kick stomped a foot into the pavement. "It's not like I was molested or anything,"

Joe didn't say anything.

"But so, I'd turned down one of Mark's classmates who couldn't really deal with that and tried to spread rumours, you know, just... teenage boy behaviour, no offence,"

Joe thought back to his own teenage years. Of classmates calling girls lesbians because they avoided kissing them at a park gathering over the weekend. Or them calling girls slags for the exact same reason.

"Mark just... Mark decided to become my friend, and then, actually became my friend. It took me ages to trust that he wouldn't one day try to roll onto me to make out. I just... I kept waiting for him to make a move and the longer it took, the more I knew the world would burn when he eventually would–"

"Pocket," Joe suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"You've got... the tissue I gave you, you put it in your pocket,"

Oh shit. You were crying. A stupid laugh escaped you and you were quick to find the crumpled up piece of tissue.

"I'm all right, honestly," you said, unable to not laugh at yourself. "It's just... it's dumb how much it meant for me to find a friend who wasn't romantically interested in the slightest,"

"I don't think that's dumb,"

Joe looked at you with impossibly big, rounded eyes. All full of things like... empathy, and softness. Zero judgment.

"Well. It is." You concluded. Last thing you needed was for Joe to feel sorry for you.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that being betrayed and backstabbed a lot as a young girl means that– like, obviously that does– that's not, it's not dumb,"

Joe was going to have to stop talking if he didn't want you to break down right in front of him.

"It's– I think it's profoundly human that those type of things have an impact. Things like that leave marks, don't they?"

The sob that wretched itself from you was the worst thing your body had ever done to you in public. In front of Joe, no less.

It made you duck into yourself, and Joe's arms were around you in an instant. You imagined that Joe hugging you would be arms barely there. Body held back. Just, soft pats on a shoulder blade for just a second.

But it was none of that.

Joe's arms held a lot of strength. Squeezed your ribs tightly. Compressed you. A large palm covered the entire back of your head as he pressed it into the space below his chin.

It somehow eased everything immediately.

Joe smelled nice.

Was warm.

"It's not dumb," Joe started, his voice all soft and velvety. "You're–" but then a loud knock on glass interrupted him and made the two of you turn your heads to see Poppy stood in front of the window. Crying.

The two of you looked at each other, and Poppy's face only scrunched up more at the sight of you.

"Look at her," you said to Joe as he let you go and you didn't even wait for him to finish was he was about to say to you. You rushed inside where Poppy and you fell into a massive hug.

"Are you all right?" she hiccuped through a whisper.

"I am," you smiled over her shoulder. "You just look so very beautiful, it's hard to bear,"

You got a wet laugh out of her before you pulled back.

"This is what you're going to be wearing, right?"

"This is the one," Poppy beamed, and the urge to hug her close overtook again.

By now Joe had made it inside, and you could see him look at the two of you from the side.

"Your wedding is going to be so gorgeous, you have no idea. I can't fucking wait," you said, and Poppy's grip around your neck tightened in excitement.

"It'll be the best day," you continued. "The weather will be lovely, and everyone you love is going to be there to witness you and Mark, saying yes to each other. It'll be beautiful, everyone will be so happy. Good vibes only."

"Don't," Poppy sniffled. "Please don't lose the rings,"

You immediately dropped your shoulders, and a few steps away, Joe let out a loud belly laugh.

You were quick to flip him off behind Poppy's back before pulling back out of Poppy's embrace. Your middle finger aimed at him only made Joe laugh louder.

"Of course I won't," you smiled sweetly at her.

"Trust me. I won't."

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KruegerNak Transcript - "Was Is Deines Lieblingsessen?"

SYNOPSIS: Basically blah blah blah fried eggs, Krueger makes fun of Nak

A/N: I wrote this during the unholy morning hours, Im not funny, I am cringe but I am free.

Beforehand: Again, this is purely just for funsies, my personal headcanons, they can change over time, Its okay if you don't like it, you're entitled to your own opinion and can freely scroll by

Green= Krueger

Red= Nak

-Nak sits across from him at a table, "Sebastian."

- "Yes?"

-reluctantly "Ich will Lerne deutsch spreche."

-"Was möchtest du denn lernen, Schatzi?"

-"..huh."

-"You want to learn some German, what do you want to know?"

-"Anything, I just wanna learn."

-"Okay... Well, start with something basic, I guess. Was is deines Lieblingsessen?"

-"..Was?"

-"It means "What is your favorite food?" How do you not know what that means?"

- "I thought you put a curse on me or something from how it sounded"

- "Curse?? It's just German, that's how we talk."

- "Thats..odd."

- "Well anyways, what is your favorite food?"

- "Fried eggs."

- "Your favorite food is fried eggs? That's all it is? Fried eggs?"

- "Yes, They're good!"

- "I mean... Yeah, of course, it's great, but... is your life really so boring that fried eggs is your favorite food?"

- "Hey man, don't disrespect fried eggs"

- "What's next? You're going to tell me toast is your favorite dessert?"

- "..."

- "Are you serious?"

- "..."

-"Phayvanh."

-"..."

-"Oh my God, you're serious."

-"..It's good with condensed milk."

- "Oh my God, you are a child... How old are you?"

- "Don't start with that! Arent you supposed to be teaching me German??"

- "We have bigger concerns than that. You're 20 years old and your favorite food is fried eggs, jesus christ."

- "You're 35 and you eat food off the floor, you have NO room to speak"

- "At least I don't have the palate of a five year old."

- "At least I don't have the palate of a street rat."

- "Alright fine.... what is your second favorite food?"

- "Omelettes."

- "You're not helping yourself at all... what about drink?"

- "...yakult"

- "...okay let's try this, what is your favorite fruit?"

- "Oranges"

- "So we're back to the "fruit of a five year old" category... what's your favorite vegetable?"

- "Shut up oranges are good as fuck."

- "I agree, oranges are good, but if your favorite food is fried eggs and your favorite fruit is oranges, I am afraid to see what your favorite vegetable is..."

- "Its broccoli."

- "Jesus Christ you're just listing things you find at a daycare..."

- "Adults like broccoli."

- "What about meat? What's your favorite meat?"

- "No I'm not gonna tell you."

- chuckling, "Oh come on, tell me."

- "No you're gonna make fun of me"

- "I'm making fun of you either way, what's your favorite meat?"

- "Pork."

- "Pork? Like, just... Pork in general?"

- "..Yeah? Is there like beef pork or.."

- "How do you order steaks or something at a restaurant then? "I'll just take a pork please" ?"

- "Shut up!! I just like pork!"

- "Okay... So just to confirm, if you're at a restaurant, you really do ask for "a pork, please"? "

- "...well I wouldn't say it like THAT"

- "Alright, how DO you say it?"

- sighs, utterly defeated, "....'Are there any options with pork in it.' "

- Fancy restaurant accent " "Ummm... yes, there is pork chop, and pork chops, and pork chops... would you like a pork chop?" "

- "I am GOING to punch you"

- wide goofy ass grin, "And then you can wash it down with some yakult!"

- >:[

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Reiji Kotobuki (All Star)

Translator: Belen (twitter: reiharus) Proofreader: Raine (twitter: amagiyas) Editors: Melanie (twitter: melabonbon), Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

Chapter One — Lunch Box Rhapsody

A week after the press conference, I make a visit to a TV studio.

Since I've requested to partner with Reiji Kotobuki-senpai, I've to greet him.

Today, Kotobuki-senpai is recording a variety show called “Welcome to Idol Las Vegas!”

I open the door to the studio nervously.

Haruka Nanami: Good morning!

The studio is bustling with people working all over.

Kotobuki-senpai…. Has he arrived yet?

As I restlessly study my surroundings, someone taps my shoulder from behind.

Otoya Ittoki: Good morning, Nanami! What are you doing here?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Ittoki-kun. Ichinose-san. Good morning.

I hurriedly bow my head to the two smiling faces.

Ittoki-kun and Ichinose-san were my classmates at Saotome Academy.

After graduating, they debuted, joined the agency, and are now working as professional idols.

Tokiya Ichinose: Good morning. Are you here for work today?

Haruka Nanami: No, I'm here because I felt like I had to greet Kotobuki-senpai since I chose him as my partner for the Christmas Live and the Song Festival.

Otoya Ittoki: Whoa, I heard at the agency. You’re composing the unit song for the senpai group, right? That’s quite the task, huh, you have my support!

Ittoki-kun’s eyes glitter as he says that.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes…. That’s right…. Although the pressure is a bit….

Tokiya Ichinose: Are you okay? You look a bit pale.

Ichinose-san studies my face, looking worried.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… I’m fine….

Tokiya Ichinose: That said, having chosen Kotobuki-san as a partner…. You went for the high difficulty option.

Ichinose-san sighs.

Haruka Nanami: Ah? You think so?

Tokiya Ichinose: Yes, I had a hard time during the Master Course. He and Otoya would make noise all night, he'd change the room as he pleased….

Otoya Ittoki: What? I had a lot of fun. We would hold jam sessions with guitar and maracas and sing the theme song of Odorokiman.

Depending on who I talk to, I receive totally different opinions. I guess Kotobuki-senpai has a lot of facets to his personality.

Tokiya Ichinose: Well, compatibility depends on the person. Then again, he has a lot of experience in the entertainment industry, so you can learn a lot from him.

Tokiya Ichinose: However, even when we spent time together, I still never could never tell what he was thinking.

Ichinose-san sighs as he says that.

If he was able to elude the sharp perception of Ichinose-san, that means he's a remarkable senpai....

I’m really looking forward to meeting him now, but also nervous....

Haruka Nanami: By the way, what are you two doing here today?

Otoya Ittoki: Oh, we were invited as Rei-chan’s guests. It’s a talk corner about love advice.

According to them, the corner consists of Kotobuki-senpai answering questions from viewers on the topic of love.

As we're talking, I hear a lively voice coming from the studio entrance.

Reiji Kotobuki: G’moooooorning! Let's get crackin'!! Rei-chan is here~~!!

Tokiya Ichinose: He’s arrived....

Before long, Kotobuki-senpai sees us and makes his way over.

Otoya Ittoki: Morning! Rei-chan, we’ve been waiting for you!!

Reiji Kotobuki: The radio show I was at got delayed a bit, sowwy, sowwy~!

Tokiya Ichinose: Good Morning, Kotobuki-san. I look forward to working with you today.

Reiji Kotobuki: Oh~ Tokki! Yahhohho~~ Serious as always. Relax, relax!

Kotobuki-senpai pats Ichinose-san’s back as he says that.

Ah, the veins in Ichinose-san's forehead are….

Haruka Nanami: Um, I’m Haruka Nanami from the Shining Agency. Good morning!

Feeling the growing tension of the atmosphere, I interject.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yep, you are Kouhai-chan! G'mooorning!

Kotobuki-senpai grabs my hand and shakes it.

Reiji Kotobuki: I was informed by the agency that you picked me. Why is that? Choosing the comedian geezer idol, you’re a bit strange too~

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

Reiji Kotobuki: After all, Ranran is the electrifying rocker, so that’s an obvious choice…. And no matter what people say, Ai-Ai is young, isn’t he? He’s also mysterious and his straightforwardness feels fresh. And of course, Myu-chan has extraordinary charisma….

Haruka Nanami: Kotobuki-senpai is very charming as well!

I blurt that out and interrupt him without thinking. It might be a bit rude, but I just can't stay quiet.

Haruka Nanami: I can't explain it well, but…. It was like my heart was shouting: “It has to be him!”

I'm amazed by how unpersuasive my explanation is.

It's so frustrating that there are other things I like about him, but I'm unable to put them into words.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah. It was accidental, but that made you uncomfortable, didn't it? I’m sorry. For you, big brother will get serious! Let’s do our best together, okay?

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

I have to do my very best so I’m not a burden to Kotobuki-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: OK! So, today Otoyan and Tokki are here as guests.

As he's hyping everyone up for work, he scans the room.

Reiji Kotobuki: … Wait, it can’t be~ My right-hand man is… late?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don't call me that, you idiot. As if I’d be late.

Kurosaki-senpai emerges from the back of the studio lethargically.

Reiji Kotobuki: Oh, oh, you heard what I said? See~ People can talk bad about you, Ranran. So if you're here, you should say so~

As he says that, Kotobuki-senpai pokes Kurosaki-senpai’s head with his forefinger.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Damn you….

The studio goes still.

Reiji Kotobuki: You’ve been in a bad mood all morning—you’re gonna ruin your handsome appearance, come on, smile, smile~!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: YA WANT ME TO BREAK YOUR FINGER, EH?

Haruka Nanami: K-K-Kurosaki-senpai, g-good morning.

I wanted to greet him politely to defuse the situation, but I'm so nervous that I tripped over my words.

I feel awkward, and Kurosaki-senpai scowls at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The amateur composer that hasn’t been able to debut for a year and a half, why are you here?

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. Well….

Reiji Kotobuki: Wait, wait, Ranran. If you give Kouhai-chan such a scary look, she’ll run away. She’s here because she’s my partner, so be kind to her. She came all this way to say hi.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Not my problem. Just be quiet and don’t get in the way.

Kurosaki-senpai sinks into the nearby sofa, muttering.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well, at least I can praise you for not choosing me. Sorry for the trouble. Just make do with Reiji.

Reiji Kotobuki: C’mon, don’t say things like that! After all, she has to work on the unit song with all of us. Kouhai-chan, even if he said that, the truth is he wants to help. “I really want to help you”! That’s how he feels, so don't worry about it. Because Ranran is not honest at all.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, okay….

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Stop deciding things on your own. You too, woman, don’t be fooled so easily.

Haruka Nanami: S-sorry.

Tokiya Ichinose: Kotobuki-san, Kurosaki-san, everything is ready to start.

Ichinose-san must have been watching the situation and calls out to them at the right moment.

His words move everyone to take their recording positions.

Reiji Kotobuki: I’m sorry, Kouhai-chan. We must've surprised you. But this is normal for us, so don’t worry.

He holds my shoulders gently to soothe me like one would a child.

Haruka Nanami: …!

He’s so close, my heart jumps instinctively.

Reiji Kotobuki: We can go on a field trip if you want? Let’s go to the dressing room after the show and talk about our partnership.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes! Of course!

I wonder if I'm grinning as I answer.

Reiji Kotobuki: Good reply. Thank you for choosing me. You won’t regret it….

He whispers in my ear.

I feel a sudden chill and my mind instinctively comes to a halt when his sweet voice reaches my ears.

Reiji Kotobuki: OK! Thank you very very macchoccho! I’ll show you something good, just for you!

Kotobuki-senpai says that while putting his fist up in a triumphant pose and then he runs towards the set.

Today, Kotobuki-senpai and Kurosaki-senpai will appear in the variety show “Welcome to Idol Las Vegas!”

Kotobuki-senpai and Kurosaki-senpai’s free talks are popular.

Among those, the love advice corner called “Teach us! Love Professor” is the most popular.

The corner, which always features guests, consists of answering problems regarding love which are sent in by the viewers.

Kotobuki-senpai, in the role of the professor, throws a bunch of questions at the guests, who play his students.

Then, Kurosaki-senpai gives a nonchalant answer and Kotobuki-senpai follows up with an absurd answer.

I’m looking forward to seeing the recording today!!

Director: Okay, let’s start.

Senpai, Ittoki-kun, and Ichinose-san all join the set and everything is ready for recording.

Director: Ready, action!!

The pilot lamp flashes and the recording starts.

Reiji Kotobuki: Everyone, let’s go! Teach us!

The other three: Love professor!!

Reiji Kotobuki: Love professor, Rei-chan, Reiji Kotobuki’s corner. Today we have received a lot of mail from girls and boys! Now I’ll ask the love assistant, Ranran, Ranmaru Kurosaki-kun to read the first letter.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch, what’s with “assistant”…. Anyway, let’s do this. This is from love name: “Negikko.”

Kurosaki-senpai reads the email aloud.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Let’s see… “I’m a girl preparing for the entrance exams, and I came to like the same person as one of my closest friends. I want to confess, but I’m afraid to lose my friend, so I can’t convey my feelings. What should I do?”

Kurosaki-senpai quietly closes the letter and takes a breath.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If you're a student, focus on reality and prepare for the entrance exams!

Kurosaki-senpai hits the desk with his fist.

Reiji Kotobuki: Now now, Kurosaki-kun, calm down. So basically, this is a love triangle.

Kotobuki-senpai imitates a professor and does a beard-stroking gesture.

Reiji Kotobuki: Now, Ittoki-kun! If it were you, what would you do?

Otoya Ittoki: Eh? I would… I’d be bold and confess, of course. If it’s a guy we’re talking about, I think it’s the most straightforward way.

Reiji Kotobuki: Hm, hm. Next! Ichinose-kun! What would you do?

Tokiya Ichinose: I think we should consider her friend. To make a move or not….

Reiji Kotobuki: That seems a bit aloof, Tokki.

Tokiya Ichinose: None of your business. We must consider the consequences.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: So, what’s your opinion? Would you say something or not?

Reiji Kotobuki: Well, in this case, the main point is what she desires, right?

Tokiya Ichinose: You suddenly reverted to your usual character….

Reiji Kotobuki: In any case this girl wants to confess, right? But also, she doesn’t want to lose the friendship, right?

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, that’s it but…. Isn’t that difficult?

Reiji Kotobuki: So, this is what she should do. First, she introduces her best friend to another guy. Then, she asks the guy she likes to give her advice for her friend and then they get along in the process.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What are you, a demon…? How do ya come up with stuff like that?

Reiji Kotobuki: Huhuhu~ Kurosaki-kun. This is just the difference in experience between us.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I’m not impressed, I’m in shock.

Reiji Kotobuki: Trying to act all tough! Don’t you think it's better to just do what works and makes you happiest? Okay, done with the first question!

Having said that, Kotobuki-senpai strikes a pose.

Then the corner proceeds well.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Right, so the last letter is from love name: “I love Ranran.” Thanks.

Kurosaki-senpai sends a sidelong glance to the camera casually.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: “I’m a young woman in my twenties, but I can’t forget my lover from 10 years ago. I can’t fall in love because I’m too afraid to lose it again. My friends insist that time and dating more will cure my broken heart, but it seems to be no good at all. Am I going to be alone forever? Please teach me, love professor.”

After hearing the question, the studio goes dead silent.

I happen to look at senpai, who is staring ahead blankly like he's remembered something.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hey Reiji, get on with it.

Kurosaki-senpai whispers to Kotobuki-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah? Ah, sorry, sorry. I was just thinking about the sender, that must be hard, huh?

Tokiya Ichinose: What are we going to do if the professor is empathizing with the sender? Only you can solve their problems, right?

Otoya Ittoki: Rei-chan, what’s wrong?

I wonder if there's something bothering him. Kotobuki-senpai has fallen silent.

On the surface, there seems to be the usual light atmosphere, but he looks to be deep in thought.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What the hell, he’s out of it. Oh well, Otoya, answer.

Otoya Ittoki: Wha—me? Aha, so… are you doing your best to forget? Put all your memories in order.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: So basic. She’s already said she can’t. Next, Tokiya!

Tokiya Ichinose: If those memories are impossible to forget, why not just live with them? Someday they may fade away on their own.

Otoya Ittoki: I see~ Then, what do you think, Kurosaki-senpai?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well, going with the flow is the best. Being able to forget or not? The more you lie to yourself, the harder it gets.

Reiji Kotobuki: Lie to yourself.... Right, that’s what I wanted to say! Let’s go with that!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What’s with the sudden comeback? And don’t steal my words.

Reiji Kotobuki: “I love Ranran”-san, even if you haven’t forgotten in 10 years, that doesn’t mean you can’t forget in 11 years. Maybe someone will appear tomorrow to save you. And the next day, you might meet someone who loves you. No one knows what tomorrow may bring, so keep on living believing in your own power and potential to overcome! Good!!

After that, Kotobuki-senpai poses for the camera.

Director: Okay, cut!

And so, the recording ends.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Reiji, what was that forced act, I had to keep up the flow!

Otoya Ittoki: I was totally worried!

Tokiya Ichinose: I’ve told you before, please don’t do things that we haven’t discussed in meetings. How many times do I need to say it for you to understand?

Reiji Kotobuki: Don’t be so angry~ I just got carried away. I wanted to show a new side of me—was it a bit melancholic?

The four of them return from the set after recording.

Reiji Kotobuki: Kouhai-chan, how was it? The ennui version of Rei-chan.

Kotobuki-senpai asks me.

Select the phrase!

I was worried (+ 20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Well… somehow…. You looked pained…. I was worried….

Reiji Kotobuki: Ooh, did I make you nervous? Huhuhu~ It was just acting, acting. A play. But it makes me happy to hear you were worried about me. I’m an adult, so I can do those sorts of things. Kouhai-chan! You shouldn’t be deceived. I’m a bad man after all….

Haruka Nanami: Oh…. Right, sorry about that. I totally fell for it.

So this is the world of adults…. It seems very complex.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Didn’t I tell you not to be deceived? You're so simple. Stuff like this always happens with this guy.

Reiji Kotobuki: OUCHIE! Stop with the violence, poon, poon!

Kurosaki-senpai hits Kotobuki-senpai in the back of his head mercilessly.

The force was so painful he tears up a bit.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I'm the one who should be angry. How can the host go quiet during a show? You’ll be disqualified as a pro, or get fired from the show.

Reiji Kotobuki: Wowowhoa! That’s…. O-okay, I'll take you to a good restaurant I know another time, alright?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Delicious food…. But hey you, don’t think you can get away just by talking about food.

Reiji Kotobuki: Now, now I didn’t say that. It’s just because I’m always causing trouble for Ranran, my feelings, feelings.

Kotobuki-senpai smiles as he says that.

It looks like things have calmed down, but was the sadness I saw in him really just my imagination?

After finishing the recording check successfully, I follow Kotobuki-senpai to the dressing room.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for having me.

Kotobuki-senpai’s dressing room is tidy, with a lunch box placed in front of the mirror.

Haruka Nanami: That’s…?

Reiji Kotobuki: Yes? Oh, that? Yeah, it’s Kotobuki Bento’s special, the karaage lunch box. Since there was a catering service at another location, I asked them to bring one to my room. I was thinking of eating it after recording. The lunch boxes from home are good even when they're cold.

Kotobuki-senpai smiles happily.

His family owns and runs a lunch box shop.

It's also a popular catering option for location shoots, and is well known in the entertainment industry.

Especially the karaage lunch box, which is rumored to be so good that it is used by entertainers to get work in the industry.

Reiji Kotobuki: That’s not all! Today I had Kouhai-chan’s portion specially delivered as well.

Senpai points to the paper bag in front of the other mirror.

Haruka Nanami: Really? Thank you so much! I’m so sorry I didn’t bring anything.

Reiji Kotobuki: It’s OK, it’s OK~ We’re partners, right? There’s no need to be so stiff. In addition to meeting you, I wanted to talk about work and give you that tour, so I figured it would take a long time. I can’t fight if I’m hungry! So before work, let’s rest for a bit and eat.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for your consideration!

He thought of everything and prepared for it in advance. I’m really happy Senpai cares this much.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yep! But first, question corner! First question.

Senpai holds his forefinger in front of my face.

Reiji Kotobuki: What is my favorite instrument ever? If you’re going to be my partner you need to know that much, right?

He looks at me expectantly.

One might expect that I would be the one asking the questions and he would be the one answering, but I guess that’s too generic—as expected of Kotobuki-senpai….

As an entertainer, he’s trying to be surprising and make things enjoyable at all times.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes….

I'm certain Kotobuki-senpai's instrument is….

Select the phrase!

The maracas (+30 Love)

Haruka Nanami: It’s the maracas for sure….

Reiji Kotobuki: PINPON, PINPON, SUPER CORRECT~! You get 100 points! NO, 1000 POINTS!

Kotobuki-senpai produces his maracas from thin air and starts shaking them while giving me the answer.

Haruka Nanami: T-thank you very much.

Reiji Kotobuki: Maracas are so good~! Just shaking them can boost your mood! Even if they look like this, they’re a complicated instrument.

It certainly makes me happy to hear the shaking sound of the maracas.

Ah, but….

Haruka Nanami: It is unusual for people to specialize in maracas. Why did you decide on those, Kotobuki-senpai?

He makes a very serious face after hearing my question.

Reiji Kotobuki: Kouhai-chan…. That’s the eternal se-cret. I’ll tell you when we're closer.

He shakes his index finger side to side.

I have to work hard so that Senpai tells me the secret behind the maracas.

Reiji Kotobuki: Now, next! The second question is!!

Kotobuki-senpai makes a V sign in front of me.

Reiji Kotobuki: What is my favorite collection of superhero stamps?

He smiles like the V sign he made.

Kotobuki-senpai adds that the hint is “____-MAN”.

Haruka Nanami: Wha—? Does this have anything to do with music production?

I expected the meeting to be about music, but I guess I was wrong.

It is true that it’s important to know more about your partner, though.

Haruka Nanami: Hmm….

Select the phrase!

Odorokiman (+30 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Ah… It is… Odorokiman… right?

As soon as I say it, Kotobuki-senpai's face lights up.

Reiji Kotobuki: That’s right, Kouhai-chan, you know it, huh!! Marvelous!

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much.

Kotobuki-san raises his hands and starts clapping as I bow my head.

Reiji Kotobuki: Of course, my favorite is Yamato Prince. His feet are so quick that he can move ultra-fast! He always does his best too, although he’s a little clumsy, but you just can’t hate him.

Kotobuki-senpai says that while gazing into the distance, his eyes shining bright.

I can see he really loves Odorokiman.

I expected him to have an adult-like hobby, but he hasn’t forgotten that child inside of him. He always manages to surprise me.

Thanks to this quiz, I feel like I know even more about Senpai.

There’s still a lot I don’t know, but I want to get closer.

Reiji Kotobuki: Whew~ Now, this is a question from me. Can I listen to Kouhai-chan’s song?

He might have been trying to ease my nerves by leading the conversation and getting me to chat a bit first.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, of course.

I take my laptop from my bag.

With this, we can listen to the song and I'll get his opinion today, before next week’s meeting.

I start playing the song, feeling nervous.

Reiji Kotobuki: Hmm, I see.

Kotobuki-senpai finishes listening to my song and puts his hand on his chin, thinking.

Haruka Nanami: So… was it…?

Reiji Kotobuki: No, Kouhai-chan, the song isn’t bad~ Did you work on the audition at Saotome Academy all by yourself?

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

Reiji Kotobuki: Then you haven’t been able to debut due to a communication problem, am I right?

I instinctively look down after I hear his words.

He’s right…. I’ve always been shy and withdrawn….

That was why I couldn’t find a partner and debut….

Reiji Kotobuki: You are… the shy and withdrawn type, better at expressing yourself through music rather than words?

Haruka Nanami: Ah… How….

I look at Kotobuki-senpai, surprised.

Reiji Kotobuki: Bullseye, huh? I met someone like you long ago, so I'm familiar.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so….

Reiji Kotobuki: But compared to you, he was even more sensitive and fragile.

Senpai’s expression is unusually clouded.

I have to grow as a person so that I don’t worry him.

Even though I think that, I can’t respond to his words.

Reiji Kotobuki: Well, anyway, sound-wise, the song is passable. The composition could be improved. It sounds a bit monotonous.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, okay.

I hastily note down Kotobuki-senpai’s advice.

Reiji Kotobuki: For example, the motif of the hook is fine, but that portion is too slow so it doesn’t grab the listener’s attention. You have to think, like, when it’s sung by the four of us as a live opening, does it feel like the unit is special?

Haruka Nanami: I see, so if we focus on the impact at the beginning, the climax will come naturally.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yes, and also, I think that if we keep our image in mind for the arrangements, it will sound pretty cool.

Haruka Nanami: The image of the seniors…. Things like cool and mature…. Relying heavily on the synth drum….

Reiji Kotobuki: Yes, yes, it's good, right? Cool, mature, wild and dangerous!!

Kotobuki-senpai poses like a leopard and roars playfully as he says that.

Yes, Kotobuki-senpai is having fun.

I’m also getting fired up.

Reiji Kotobuki: OK!! I worked a lot and I’m happy I could also go over the song with you, but now it’s time to dig in!

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

Then, Kotobuki-senpai reaches for a pot to make some tea.

I pick up the paper bags with the lunch boxes but....

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

Reiji Kotobuki: Hm? What’s up?

Haruka Nanami: Nothing….

For some reason, these lunch boxes feel really light…

Reiji Kotobuki: Alrighty, nooow, enjoooooy your meal!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Yes. Enjoy… ah?

When Senpai and I remove the lids of the boxes…

Reiji Kotobuki: WHAT? WHAAAAAAAAA-!! OH MY GOOOOOOD!

... Kotobuki-senpai’s scream resounds in the small room.

What should I say…?

I wonder what had been inside the boxes.

They have been eaten immaculately—not a single grain of rice remains.

Reiji Kotobuki: Wai—wha—WHAT’S THIS?!

After seeing the empty lunch boxes, Kotobuki-senpai remains stunned for a while.

Haruka Nanami: Then… this means there's… a lunch box thief… right?

Reiji Kotobuki: Lunch box thief?

Haruka Nanami: Hmm, are any other valuable things still here?

Reiji Kotobuki: Mmm, yeah, it seems fine. The room was locked as well.

Kotobuki-senpai checks inside his bag.

But, could there really be a thief that only steals lunch boxes?

Reiji Kotobuki: And I haven't eaten anything today… Boo hoo.

Kotobuki-senpai mutters while looking at the empty box.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You’re so damn loud, Reiji! I can’t take a nap with all this noise.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Kurosaki-senpai.

He slams the door open and comes rushing in.

I guess he was trying to rest next door until his next job began? He seems to be in the worst mood I’ve seen him in.

Reiji Kotobuki: Perhaps it was you who ate our lunches, Ranran?! So cruel, eating them behind our backs!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Lunch? The hell are you talking about?

I quickly explain the circumstances to Kurosaki-senpai.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Are you an idiot? Don’t go saying stupid stuff like that.

Reiji Kotobuki: But after all, Ranran does like the lunch boxes from my place, so you have a motive....

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Listen here…. Just before this, we were recording together, so I wouldn’t have had time to eat them!

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah, I see. Ranran has an alibi…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Cut it out with that alibi thing! Don’t blame me for your mess. You probably forgot to lock the door.

Reiji Kotobuki: No way! I made sure~! I prepared everything so that it would be perfect for Kouhai-chan.

Kotobuki-senpai clenches his fist in frustration.

Reiji Kotobuki: It appears that Otoyan and Tokki are free from suspicion as well….

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I told you to knock it off. No one could have taken it.

Kei Otonami: It’s a bit loud in here. What was that noise earlier?

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah? What are you doing here?

Kei Otonami: … Kotobuki-kun….

The man looks at Kotobuki-senpai, surprised.

He doesn’t look like an entertainer, but is he acquainted with Kotobuki-senpai?

Kei Otonami: I was in a meeting next door and I heard a strange scream…. Then I came to check out the situation, and it seems it was you….

He sighs loudly.

Hibiki Katagiri: Hey, what on earth… Eh… Reiji…?

Another man peers out from behind the other.

Reiji Kotobuki: Whaaat, you’re here too? This is such a coincidence….

Kotobuki-senpai says, surprised.

Hibiki Katagiri: So this is your dressing room…. Then that scream too….

Reiji Kotobuki: Yes, someone ate my lunch!

Hibiki Katagiri: Haaa… You were making a fuss about something like that…. You haven’t changed.

Reiji Kotobuki: "Something like that"? Even Hibikin is being this way! The lunch boxes from my place are really delicious. And I’m hungry.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Anyway, I don’t care and I have work to do, so I’m going back.

Reiji Kotobuki: Hnn, Ranran, but the culprit….

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I don’t have time for this farce! Figure it out yourself!

Kurosaki-senpai leaves the room and closes the door violently.

I'm left in the room with the three acquaintances.

Reiji Kotobuki: Well anyway, we should celebrate this long-awaited reunion! Shall we toast?

Kotobuki-senpai smiles.

We take our seats at the table. On top of it sits the pot containing the brewed tea.

Kei Otonami: Seriously, you’re carefree as ever. Stardom doesn't change people, huh. You're still a child that cries over some lunch box.

His hearty laugh feels like an earthquake.

Hibiki Katagiri: Yeah, you made it sound like it was the end of the world.

Reiji Kotobuki: You two are so mean. Is that any way to talk to a friend?

After that, through many twists and turns, we make our introductions and explain the situation.

These two graduated at Saotome Academy as composers.

The tall man, Hibiki Katagiri, is now a freelance producer.

It seems that the other, Kei Otonami, is working as a freelance composer.

Today, they were in a meeting in the room next to Kotobuki-senpai’s.

Hibiki Katagiri: I thought that a robber had assaulted someone or something…. But a lunch box.

Reiji Kotobuki: It’s not just a lunch box! Since Kouhai-chan was coming today, I had it specially prepared.

Hibiki Katagiri: A karaage lunch box from Kotobuki Bento, huh? I remember, that's all we ate during our school days.

Kei Otonami: But a lunch box is a lunch box. A proper adult does not shout in a dressing room. Pull yourself together.

Otonami-san looks at Kotobuki-senpai with cold eyes.

Kei Otonami: It must be difficult for you, having a guy like him as a partner.

Haruka Nanami: No, I…. I requested partnering with him myself.

Otonami-san looks at me in surprise.

Kei Otonami: You…? Do you not know about his past?

Haruka Nanami: What…? His past?

What is he talking about…?

Kei Otonami: As far as you know he’s the kind and fun senpai….

Hibiki Katagiri: Hey, stop.

But Otonami-san ignores him.

Kei Otonami: It might be none of my business, but you should keep an eye on who you choose. Try to uncover the real him. Is the face that he wears his true self?

Reiji Kotobuki: Always saying that. It’s not like I can hate you for it, though.

Ignoring us, Otonami-san heads for the exit.

Something feels off about his words.

Hibiki Katagiri: Hey, Kei, wait!

Katagiri-san goes after him, and at that moment....

The door opens and Mikaze-senpai enters the room.

Ai Mikaze: Keep it down, Reiji. I’m trying to concentrate in my dressing room and I can’t.

Kei Otonami: A… Aine…?

Otonami-san mutters, stunned, when he sees Mikaze-senpai.

Aine…?

Hibiki Katagiri: No, that’s… Ai Mikaze. This is only my first time meeting him too, but... you’re right, it looks exactly like him….

Ai Mikaze: What are you talking about? Who are you?

Mikaze-senpai sneers at the remarks of the other two.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah… They are my….

Before Kotobuki-senpai can finish, Otonami-san storms out of the room, past Mikaze-senpai.

Hibiki Katagiri: Hey, I said wait! Well then, Reiji, see ya.

Katagiri-san runs after him.

Kotobuki-senpai, Mikaze-senpai, and I are left alone in the room.

Ai Mikaze: What was that, how unpleasant. Both you and your acquaintances were acting strange.

Reiji Kotobuki: Hm, we were, huh….

Ai Mikaze: In any case, keep your voice down, I can’t read like this. And you, watch over your partner.

Haruka Nanami: Yes….

After that, Mikaze-senpai leaves the dressing room and slams the door closed behind him.

Reiji Kotobuki: Haaa.… Today was terrible….

After Mikaze-senpai has left, Kotobuki-senpai sits down on the chair and lays his head down on the table.

Haruka Nanami: Senpai…. Are you all right?

Reiji Kotobuki: Haha, honestly? I don’t think I’m feeling very well. I guess I look really uncool now. I’m sorry, but could we wrap up for today? I really wanted to take you home today, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you next time.

Haruka Nanami: It’s fine, I can go by myself. But, Senpai….

Reiji Kotobuki: I’ll rest here for a while. Don’t worry.

Haruka Nanami: I see.

Reiji Kotobuki: We have a meeting about the unit next week. Let’s talk about the future then.

It’s my first time seeing Senpai so sad.

I wonder what happened between him and his acquaintances.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes… Thank you for today…. I’ll take my leave….

Kotobuki-senpai only waves his right hand, the rest of his body lying flat on the table.

Haruka Nanami: Haaa~ I was so nervous.

I thought I was going to get sucked in by that atmosphere, and now I’m completely exhausted.

I exit Kotobuki-senpai’s dressing room, and when I leave the TV station building through the back door, it's already nighttime.

Haruka Nanami: When that man saw Mikaze-senpai, he said “Aine.”

It seemed like the name of a person, so it must have something to do with what they were talking about.

I wonder what their relationship is? The mystery deepens....

Haruka Nanami: Even so, people in this industry have such strong personalities....

First there’s Kotobuki-senpai, then Ittoki-kun, Ichinose-san, Kurosaki-senpai, Katagiri-san, Otonami-san and finally Mikaze-senpai….

Haruka Nanami: I have to be strong if I want to communicate with these people.

A week later.

The Shining Agency office conference room.

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey you guys, the meeting is starting. Hurry and take a seat!!

Reiji Kotobuki: Yeees~!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch, annoying….

Ai Mikaze: I’m already seated.

Camus: Meetings like this are the height of folly.

Ryuya Hyuga: Speak one by one, the heck....

Hyuga-sensei looks over each unit member and sighs.

Today, we’re meeting about the Christmas Live unit.

Hyuga-sensei will determine the direction of the unit and then we’ll listen to the demo I composed.

I’m so nervous.

Reiji Kotobuki: Okay, so, first of all, we have to decide on a leader. Aaaand I present to you my candidacy!!

Ai Mikaze: Reiji, get a better grasp of your attitude. We decide as a group here.

Reiji Kotobuki: GAN! GAN!! Ai-Ai, Even if you feel that way, don’t say it like that!

Ryuya Hyuga: Guys, I’m telling you to listen!!

Hyuga-sensei hits the desk and everybody goes quiet.

Ryuya Hyuga: Anyhow, let’s decide the leader.

Reiji Kotobuki: We’re deciding after all!!

At the words of Hyuga-sensei, Kotobuki-senpai interrupts with his retort.

The other three ignore him.

Ryuya Hyuga: Obviously, you are all disorganized. Without a leader, everything will fall apart.

Ai Mikaze: But how on earth are we going to choose? We’re unlikely to reach a conclusion with the current state of affairs.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well… that’s true. Hey you, objectively, what do you think?

Haruka Nanami: Ah… me?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yes, if you had to choose a leader out of these four, who would it be?

Haruka Nanami: T-that’s….

Select the phrase!

Kotobuki-senpai (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Kotobuki-senpai, wouldn’t he be the most suitable?

Reiji Kotobuki: Great, Kouhai-chan, well said!! Splendid!!

Hyuga-sensei gives me a sympathetic look.

Haruka Nanami: Kotobuki-senpai is always energetic and motivating everybody. Plus, he’s the most experienced.

Ai Mikaze: I see, he's always hyper, at least he's good at that.

Camus: He’s certainly the oldest of us, and as an idol he’s almost there.

Camus-senpai laughs.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well, when it comes to his career history, he’s certainly number one. He’s the senior. But he’s too much of a pain.

Reiji Kotobuki: Now don’t call other people old~! I’m an eternal 19-year-old, so isn’t that cruel~? Ai-Ai too, what’s with that "at least"! But if you guys say so, it can’t be helped. Now onto the next thing.

Kotobuki-senpai sums it up in an instant.

It seems like he’s suitable as a leader, after all.

Ryuya Hyuga: Even if we talk, we make no progress. You, choose one out of these.

Hyuga-sensei writes the names in a memo pad, folds each one separately, and hands them to me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh? Me? O-okay….

I gingerly take one of them.

Haruka Nanami: Waaa~

Reiji Kotobuki: Who is it, who is it?

Haruka Nanami: Kotobuki-senpai!

Reiji Kotobuki: YESSS!! Good job, Kouhai-chan!

Kotobuki-senpai rises off the chair in a triumphant pose.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, no complaints. Now Reiji, you decide the next topic.

At Hyuga-sensei’s words, the other three nod reluctantly.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yes, yes-yes! Then, the next topic is… What kind of dance we should do~!!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Dance? You must be joking. I ain't dancin'.

Kurosaki-senpai frowns at Kotobuki-senpai’s words.

Reiji Kotobuki: Tch, tch, tch, Ranran, don’t be like that. We are I-D-O-L-S, after all.

Ai Mikaze: If we don’t dance what do you want us to do? Just stand there and sing?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I’ll play the bass.

Camus: While the three of us are dancing? Then you will look even more stupid, fool.

Reiji Kotobuki: Waait, if Ranran plays the bass, I can play the maracas.

Ryuya Hyuga: Stop with the nonsense. You’re not a comedy band.

Haruka Nanami: That’s right, if you play instruments, you will look like a band rather than idols….

Reiji Kotobuki: Well, that’s right…. But, then, then, Kouhai-chan, what do you think about the dancing?

Haruka Nanami: About that….

Select the phrase!

I want an intense dance (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Since you’re such a good unit, a flashy dance on the stage would be the best way to please the audience, right?

Reiji Kotobuki: Right, right, I agree! After all, dancing is an idol’s thing! I’ll show you my hustle!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hey don’t decide on your own! And you woman, don’t say unnecessary things.

Haruka Nanami: S-sorry!

Ai Mikaze: Honestly, I’m fine with anything. And Reiji will just do as he pleases.

Camus: It’s work, so it can’t be helped. You dance when you’re told to dance.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You’re both traitors.

Ai Mikaze: Traitors? You'd need an alliance for that.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …

Kurosaki-senpai goes quiet at Mikaze-senpai’s words.

Reiji Kotobuki: Okay, it’s decided then! LET’S DANCING!

Kotobuki-senpai does a backflip.

… In the conference room…. He’s incredible!!

And thus, Kurosaki-senpai accepts that he will have to dance.

Reiji Kotobuki: I’ll talk to a choreographer that I know well, so even Ranran will be alrighty!!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I said I didn’t want to dance, doesn’t mean I can’t.

Camus: I don’t care as long as it’s not too inconvenient.

Ryuya Hyuga: Understood, then contact them from the office. Damn, we’re running out of time because you guys wouldn’t get along.

After saying that, Hyuga-sensei hands out the schedule to each member.

Ryuya Hyuga: For now, check over the schedule. Current state of public relations, schedule before and after the performance, and for other small details about the choreography, you'll be contacted later. Since there will be a lot of interviews, settle on your opinions properly.

Everyone agrees.

Ryuya Hyuga: Now, the song is crucial, should we listen to it?

Hyuga-sensei smiles at me.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes!!

I nervously connect a speaker to my laptop.

I open the music player and play the song.

SONG: "QUARTET NIGHT" (S RANK)

Reiji Kotobuki: Bravo!! Kouhai-chan, you’re fired up alright~ Isn’t it cool? Good, good~~!

Kotobuki-senpai does a banzai and applauds me.

W-what’s this…? I’m so embarrassed.

Haruka Nanami: Thank… thank you very much.

Reiji Kotobuki: If you keep at it, I’m sure winning the Song Festival will be easy as pie. Do your best!

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

I’m so happy Kotobuki-senpai praised me!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: It’s better than I thought. Compared to what I expected, I mean.

Ai Mikaze: I guess I’ll give you 68 points. If you keep working like your life depends on it, we may make it.

Well, at least it seems it’s not too bad.

Camus: Kotobuki, guide her well so that we don’t have to go through anything unnecessary.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yeah, leave it to me. From now on, I’ll guide her without holding back.

Ryuya Hyuga: Seriously… you’re in good form. It's certainly not a bad song—you’ve done well.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much. I wouldn’t have made it without Kotobuki-senpai’s advice.

Ryuya Hyuga: Oh, I see. What’s this, you’re acting like a good senpai?

Reiji Kotobuki: Of course! We’re partners after all!

Kotobuki-senpai puts his hands on his waist and puffs his chest out.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I guess the meeting is done. I’ll get going.

Camus: Me too, I need to be somewhere, so if you’ll excuse me.

Kurosaki-senpai and Camus head towards the door.

Ryuya Hyuga: Understood. Well, my work is starting to pile up. You do your best too.

Hyuga-sensei collects his things and heads towards the door.

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

Then, Hyuga-sensei, Kurosaki-senpai and Camus-senpai leave the room.

I remain with Kotobuki-senpai and Mikaze-senpai.

Mikaze-senpai….

Somehow, his face seems red….

Haruka Nanami: Mikaze-senpai, are you all right?

Ai Mikaze: What? Why ask that so suddenly?

Mikaze-senpai gives me a strange look while preparing to leave.

Haruka Nanami: No, it’s just… Your face seems red… I wonder if you have a fever….

Reiji Kotobuki: Maybe Ai-Ai has caught a cold~? Big brother will check~

Saying that, Kotobuki-senpai reaches for Mikaze-senpai’s forehead.

But Mikaze-senpai slaps his hand away.

Ai Mikaze: Watch the touching. It’s because you do things like that that people call you annoying. Anyway, I’m leaving too.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ai-Ai, so strict! “Annoying.” There are things you can and cannot say. Wai—Ai-Ai, good job today!

And so, Mikaze-senpai leaves too.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ha…. So cold, seriously.

Kotobuki-senpai sighs, looking after the direction that Mikaze-senpai went.

Haruka Nanami: Um…. Kotobuki-senpai, thank you so much.

Reiji Kotobuki: Eh? What for?

Kotobuki-senpai looks at me, surprised.

Haruka Nanami: For the advice on the song—thanks to your help, the other senpai have accepted it as well.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah, sure. But it was you who actually made it and fixed it properly....

Haruka Nanami: But it was thanks to you too. I hope you will continue to support me from now on.

I thank him again and lower my head.

Reiji Kotobuki: Yeah….

What… What was that….

When I raise my face, Kotobuki-senpai is staring right at me.

Haruka Nanami: Um….

After a few moments of silence, Kotobuki-senpai opens his mouth.

Reiji Kotobuki: The other day, I asked you why you wanted to partner with me. You said that you heart shouted “It has to be him!”, right?

Kotobuki-senpai tilts his head a bit and looks into my face.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… I’m sorry that explanation is no good.

Once more, it feels like no reason at all and I’m baffled by it.

Haruka Nanami: But now I believe that my intuition was right.

We’ll only be working on the production of the unit song for a short time, but I think he will become a senpai I can really trust.

Besides, I feel that I can learn to be more sociable and energetic from him.

Haruka Nanami: You are obviously talented… but also gentle and kind….

I do my best to gather the missing words. There’s also gratitude and appreciation.

Reiji Kotobuki: “He’s bright, we’ll have fun together, but he also takes work seriously,” right?

Haruka Nanami: ...!!

I nod vigorously at Kotobuki-senpai’s words.

Reiji Kotobuki: Was I right?

It's as if he read my mind. I feel drawn in by those eyes that seem like they've seen everything.

But… what is this…?

Senpai seems different....

Haruka Nanami: How did you know?

Reiji Kotobuki: That’s what I thought, so I just went ahead and said it.

When he says that, Kotobuki-senpai suddenly averts his eyes.

Reiji Kotobuki: But you know, you’re wrong.

Haruka Nanami: What?

The light in his eyes shimmers faintly. It's a cold gaze I haven’t seen before.

Reiji Kotobuki: I’m, you know…. Weak, cold, and a coward. So, Kouhai-chan….

Kotobuki-senpai looks right at me once more.

Reiji Kotobuki: If you want to win at the Song Festival, you shouldn’t partner with me.

He closes his eyes.

With that expression, I can’t begin to guess what he's thinking….

(Chapter End)

#reiji kotobuki #all star reiji #utapri

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incarnateirony · 11 months

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Well, that was fun. Now I'm bored. Can't wait for them to pretend to not be scared and put up big feathered bluffs when 3 VPN failures and 4 browser hijackings to a Supernatural Gabriel rickroll later, they pretend they're unbothered and untouched, while the unnatural inflation of views and hits on my blog disappear with the bulk of proxy traffic since 4PM after the humiliating trackable youtube traffic spike.

Then again they're all functionally retarded so they'll probably perform the definition of insanity and try again in a few days.

Yeah, boy Vinnie, you sure got me. Definitely didn't just fan your retarded ass in front of everyone that knows you.

No seriously guys, my page views just dropped in a half as did "unique visitors" because their fuckin relay kept changing their IP like one digit to keep unnaturally inflating my meter, you saw her log on a million times last night, then this morning, then they started getting slammed shortly after noon and by about 4PM fuckin evaporated. But they'll surely bluff while shaking in front of their computer running malware checks and virus scans going "hahah---he--he didn't do anything, i'm fine, we're fine, i'm a big strong independent trollcunt." trying to recover like normal from the past, only now realizing she truly, genuinely, is fucking lightyears below me, and I truly had been ignoring her for almost a decade while she obsessed and clawed for my attention.

Get medicated, bitch. Maybe now you'll let it fucking sink in once reality is dickslapping your shitty iphone. I won. I won years ago. You lost. You've already lost everything. There is literally nothing you can fucking do to remove from me what I took from you. You will never recover what you had. Now stare into the WB tweet abyss and suck it. It isn't coming back. Chasing away annoying fandom bullshit does me favors. Unlike you, my power isn't illusory or based in fandom clout. And it will stare at you every day for the rest of your life, regardless of how you manipulate fandom opinions or scream on dying social platforms.

Fucking enjoy. Bitch.

And if you're some wincel that's been following these dry cunts letting reality set in, if you want someone to be mad at, it's her. vinnie, Kelios, literally I wouldn't have stayed past my season 12 tweet, but they couldn't help themselves and everyone in that ring. And when I get push, I push back. They are the ones to blame for me driving the knife in on things rippling back at least 6 years of your complaints. Take it out on them.

This is the world's deepest lesson in fuck around and find out, but with the bonus of you morons wasting both years and millions of dollars en route.

I don't have to play your social games, or even Go Here, to rule this roost. It clicking yet? Now I'm going back to my gay dragons. Feel free to bash your head off the wall some more till you get that classic transient amnesia forgetting THIS giant failure too and build whatever narrative keeps you from choosing to fall on the nearest piece of rebar.

Oh by the way you've been essentially invisible online to TPTB since season 13 with exception to a security service.

Enjoy!!!

(The deepest irony of this is, if you had kept your stupidity in DM instead of crowing in public and my anon box to tell me you Actually Thought You Had Something, this current mortification and pants-pissing life interruption of yours wouldn't have happened. Yet again. You did it to yourself on both micro and macro scales. Moron.)

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soartfullydone · 3 years

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No. 4 - TRUST FALL “Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed You/Bastion requested by @zacksfairest

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write more Bastion things. I don’t know if this is good, but here I go, fellas!

“After all this time, don’t you trust me, darling?”

Melody should have smiled at Bastion Winalils and answered, “No.” Instead, she’d asked questions, allowing her damned curiosity to take her by the hand and pull her into one of the Jet’s schemes.

This one, she thought, is the one I’ll have to kill him for.

Large, rough hands gripped her arms on both sides. Her bare feet skidded uselessly across the uneven floors as she was half-carried, half-dragged to who-knows-where. A burlap bag covered her head, and they had taken so many turns to get here. At last, she heard a door open. One of the men removed the bag, and the other pushed her forcefully into the room before she could get her bearings. She tripped and fell onto her side.

Melody’s arms and legs weren’t bound, so she scrambled to her feet, wanting to curse at them so filthily their own mothers would shrivel up and die to avoid the words. A pitiful sniffling sound beat her to it. She wasn’t alone in the room.

Other women were crammed into the space with her, each of them youthful, some more than others. Most of them had pure white hair of varying lengths. Plats. Melody spotted a few Silvers and Golds, even a Jet, though the latter’s skin was darker than what was typical of her caste. No Coppers. And, of course, Melody was the only one here who could pass as a Bronze except, unlike the rest of the women here, she was no Ald.

Half the women watched her just as warily as she watched them. The rest were either staring unseeingly at the floor, sobbing into their hands, or trying to not exist.

The oldest profession, Melody grimly reflected. So far, it looks the same here as it does in Sharteshane.

Before any of them could console each other, forge alliances, or put her own survival first, a side door opened, and an olive-skinned man with black hair and blue eyes entered. His clothes were modest, pressed, and shiny in a way only expensive fabrics were. His mouth was shaped in a permanent frown, and he looked both disinterested and unimpressed with the collection of women—some of whom were barely dressed or were completely nude—in the room.

“Quit your sniveling,” he spoke in a reedy tenor. “Save it for the customers. Some of them like to feel useful. Or cruel.” He snapped his fingers. “Aye, we don’t have all day. Line up.”

The women did as they were told. With the room being small for ten women plus the Jet and his two thugs, two lines were formed. Melody’s body was shaking, but she clenched her jaw and fell in line with the others in the back. She would endure inspection with the rest of them.

The Jet wasn’t the one who was actively performing the inspections. Instead, he directed one of his thugs—also Jets—to manhandle the women for him with lazy commands or the careless wave of a paper fan. He’d be considered hopelessly effeminate in Sharteshane and would pay for it in her streets. Here, he was what Melody viewed as the Foreman, the man in charge, the word of god.

He was also the target.

“If the back tooth’s rotted, it hardly matters,” Foreman was saying, not even looking at the Plat woman he was disparaging. “She won’t be doing much smiling, I expect.”

The worst part of the inspection was the purity test. Melody hadn’t anticipated it, and it happened to the first woman before Melody realized what she was watching. Before she could look away. The Plat gasped as the thug reached under her dress, then flinched hard with a broken, pained whimper as he drove his fingers inside her.

Melody didn’t have to see it happen to know that’s what the Plat endured. Every whorehouse conducted their affairs differently, but there were commonalities. A quality of standards one had to follow if one wanted to stay competitive. And here was Alderode, competing with Sharteshane and competing well. Just because the Alds hid all the dirty business in back rooms didn’t make them any less filthy.

The Plat woman “passed.” In Melody’s mind, it meant she’d failed. It meant her virginity would be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Numbly, she could hear Foreman making those very arrangements as another thug led the woman from the room.

I did not sign up for this, Bastion!

Tough, she could almost hear him saying. They have to endure it. Why shouldn’t you?

She fought the urge to run as woman after woman was inspected and taken from the room, some for the bidding, others to start whoring immediately. Belatedly, it dawned on her that she would be the last.

Melody preoccupied herself with thinking how she could fight back. The walls of the room had plenty of Solidity, which, if taken, would likely result in the khert backfiring on her and killing her. If she wanted to Core Leech anything, it would be simpler to remove the Density from the Alds’ arm bones or something, but she didn’t want to resort to that. She had some pride as a wright, and besides, she didn’t know if she could manage all three men at once. Maybe… Maybe she could take the Edge aspect from Foreman’s belt knife and… Bah! It’d be easier to steal the damn thing. She’d get more uses out of it, too.

Pymary wasn’t the answer to everything.

The folded tip of Foreman’s fan swatted her under her chin. Her notable blue eyes found his bored ones, though a degree of intrigue slightly warmed them.

“Thought you were bringing me another semon girl,” Foreman remarked to his thugs. “This one’s missing quite a lot of shit on her.”

“We like variety where I’m from,” Melody replied in accented Tainish. “Though we have our share of seamen, to be sure.”

Foreman snatched back the fan, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist. “My, my, a Sharte! You’re an awfully long way from home.” His tone lifted slightly on the end: a question.

“Got a tip,” said a thug. “Found her near one of our storehouses.”

“And you thought to bring her here?” Foreman sighed. He waved his fan across his face so vigorously that Melody could feel the burst of cool air on her face along with the roasted meat he’d eaten for lunch. Abruptly, he stopped, coming to a decision. “Put her with the exotics then. It’s not like she’ll last any longer than the others.”

Before Foreman was even finished speaking, a thug forced open Melody’s mouth with a bruising grip on her jaw. Other hands roamed her body, and her pulse spiked. She felt murderous, and she tried to fight the feeling down, but then one of the men started hiking up her dress—

“Ach, no need for that!” Foreman snapped, turning back halfway from his withdrawal of the room. “The last thing we need is to advertise we’re putting an illegal’s cunny on the market. Besides, you know Sharteshane. Her own father’s likely had her first. Now, let’s go.”

The moment the thugs reluctantly took their hands off her, Melody lunged forward.

“Please!” she cried as she fell against Foreman, her hands lost in the front of his robes until she found his inner lapels to cling to. Almost kneeling, she peered up at him, tears running unhindered down her cheeks. She barely recognized herself as she fell into more desperate supplications. “Please, don’t do this! I’m not supposed to be here. Let me g—”

Foreman backhanded her. The force of the blow ripped her hands free from him, and she dropped to her knees, catching herself on her palms. Quickly, she balled her hands into fists, clenching one around the small cylinder she now held in her right hand.

“Whores!” Foreman declared, slapping his closed fan against his palm. “They’re the same everywhere.” He sneered and for once spoke directly to her. “You won’t say one word to the customers. You’ll be silent and demure, like a proper Aldish woman. If I hear even a hint of speculation from anyone that you’re from Sharteshane, I’ll cut out your tongue and hand you over to the authorities. Understand, lass?”

Melody didn’t respond. She wasn’t expected to. She was only to obey.

Foreman had already moved on. “Get her in someone’s bed now before she bruises. When it shows, we can charge him extra for it.”

Without another word, the thugs grabbed her by the arms and hauled her away.

Maybe it was the same throughout Alderode, or maybe it was this brothel in particular, but there were no pimps forcing their whores to roam the streets, finding customers and servicing them where they could. Instead, they were positioned in various rooms, often grouped by caste or—in Melody’s case—exotics when they possessed traits that were rarer or “off” within their respective caste. There was a Gold who had fair, blond hair but golden eyes rather than the typical green. Another, that earlier Jet she’d spotted with the warm, brown skin. As for Melody, she didn’t have the brown eyes and light-brown skin a Bronze was expected to have. She fit right in.

All the customers, however, were Jet men, and they roamed from room to room, glasses of wine in hand, searching for the choicest ware to take to bed in a room upstairs.

Every time she felt someone’s eyes on her, lingering too long, her skin crawled. She fought to control her breathing as she tried to figure a way out, but she was unarmed, and there were so many people. Even being a wright didn’t give her much of an advantage. Unlike Sharteshane, Alderode was full of them. Being a woman with experience in spellery wouldn’t surprise them for long; in fact, it may inspire many of them to kill her faster, lest any of the other women decide to get ideas.

It was Foreman who wound up approaching her. The cylinder burned in her hand, but he didn’t demand it back. Merely said, “Come with me,” from behind his fan. She couldn’t get a read on him at all.

She followed him upstairs, her stomach dropping as he took her to a room. The door swung open, and she saw that it wasn’t the grandest in the place by any means, but the furnishings looked cleaned and dusted.

However, the bed was disturbed, as it was also occupied. A Plat woman was there, her dress falling off her arms as her mouth was ravished by a Jet man with chin-length black hair. He was bare-chested with his black pants unfastened. Foreman clicked his tongue, and Bastion Winalils opened his dark eyes. They fell on Melody standing in the doorway, and she could swear his smile was aimed at her even though the Plat was keeping his mouth well-occupied.

“This will be going on your tab, I trust you know,” Foreman pronounced and pushed Melody forward. “Here’s the one you requested. The Plat can stay if you prefer.”

“Ah!” Bastion replied once he came up for air. “If I only had the coin. You can go, darling,” he directed to the Plat woman fondly.

“You know where to find me,” she flirted back.

Melody, disgusted, shifted aside when the Plat woman left the room. Bastion half-followed her out, his languid gait taking him as far as the new prostitute he was paying for, Melody herself. Shadows still clung beneath his eyes, which inspected her with polite interest. Her dress was scandalously short—for Alderode, at least—showing off her legs. Even though they were acting like they were strangers, heat entered his eyes, and Melody reminded herself that this, too, was an act for their audience of one. She ignored the urge to pull down the dress’s hem.

“And does she meet with your approval, my lord?” asked Foreman. “You don’t usually favor semon women.”

“You won’t mind, then, if I double-check.”

It was all the warning Melody had. Bastion took her face in both his hands and brought her mouth to his.

She went completely rigid, the edges of the cylinder biting into her right hand as she clenched both fists. But their audience was still here. Bastion’s lips moved against hers, and she opened her mouth, starting to kiss him back. That simple movement seemed to change everything. Bastion moaned, and his kiss turned rough, consuming. Dimly, Melody heard Foreman mutter something and close the door, leaving them alone, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Bastion’s tongue stroked hers, and she was caught up in the taste of him. The sweet smoke from his pipe. The bitter drink he consumed. The notes were there but faint, saturated by something sharp like mint.

Or maybe like blood. In a rush, Melody came back to herself and bit him.

“Ach!” Bastion drew back, a hand covering his mouth. “How easily I forget. My favorite Sharte is an Epheby, waiting to strike.”

“You’re a bastard!” This time, she did strike. Her knuckles clocked him under his chin, him moving to avoid taking a full punch to the face like she planned. He seized her wrist in a vise-like grip and brought two fingers to the side of her neck. It was enough to make her stop in her tracks.

“Calm down,” Bastion warned. The faint red light of spellery glowing from his fingers reached his eyes, granting them a deadly coldness. “Or I’ll sever your artery and leave here without you.”

“If you were going to do that, doctor, you would have done it. Don’t act like you’re here just for me.”

“That’s exactly why I bothered coming to this shithole, you ungrateful wretch.”

Melody huffed a breath of disbelief and tore herself away from him. Suddenly fatigued, she scrubbed her face and shoved past him toward the bed.

“I warned you this would be dangerous. You were all assurances, as I recall.” He was quiet while Melody stripped the bed of its sheets. “What hap—”

“Like you care. Here.” She threw the cylinder at him, which he managed to snatch out of the air. “This is what you really wanted, right? So take it, and leave me alone.”

Melody occupied herself with her newest project while Bastion examined the cylinder. Alderode was freezing outside. She would need coverings when she escaped. She began measuring the sheets with her hands, tearing them as she went.

Bastion came near her, sitting on the bed to watch her work. “I’ll owe you a hell of a favor for this. I’ve been after his seal for years.”

It was like a peace offering or the closest she might ever hear to an apology coming from him. Melody almost asked why he wanted some brothel-keeper’s seal, but she was done with being curious today. “You could have gotten it yourself. It wasn’t hard. It didn’t demand”—she gestured down at herself—”this.”

“Believe me, I’ve tried, but that man won’t let anyone get too close to him. He possesses a touch aversion, you see.”

“I noticed.” Her face still stung from where Foreman had hit her. She felt Bastion’s gaze find that very spot before sliding away. Melody tore at the sheet just to destroy something.

The silence between them grew awkward. After all, they were in a room inside a whorehouse, the sounds of fucking drifting to them through the walls. It would’ve been funny if Melody didn’t feel so fragile. If she couldn’t still feel and taste Bastion whenever she licked her lips, finding she wasn’t as turned off from it as she thought she would be. Not even after he threatened her.

“Won’t it be suspicious, you being here when he finds it missing?” she started, mentally kicking herself for being the first to speak, but her thoughts were becoming too dangerous with which to keep company.

“Not to worry.” He tossed the seal up in the air and caught it. “Shithole comment aside, this is only my fourth favorite brothel.”

She didn’t laugh. “Right, and you usually just bring your favorites home with you.” Melody glared side-long at him. “I should’ve timed it better. Made you squirm by having to explain to all the vibrant prostitutes that you can’t get it up without a six-titted bird’s permission.”

“Aye, well, you almost had your wish.” Bastion shot a vexed scowl southward. “The Lady is being particularly stingy tonight.”

“Why did you even come, then?”

“Like I said, I could hardly leave it all up to you, darling. I’m painfully aware you have no idea how to whore.”

It always came back to this with the two of them. No matter how much Melody got on Bastion’s nerves or how much he made her want to wring his neck, they always ended back at somewhere level. Easily teasing or mouthing off at the other. Tonight, it was particularly unsettling, and she didn’t know where to place the blame.

Off balance, Melody blurted out, “So are those real pants or a glamour?”

He smiled a beguiling smile. “Would you like to find out?”

“Why bother,” she taunted, “if you can’t do anything about it?”

“Aye, but that’s the perplexing thing.” Bastion stood and leaned over her with predatory keenness. “I felt something when I kissed you. A stirring. It’s happened before, when I’ve looked at you,” he admitted easily, as if it meant and cost him nothing. “But tittybird seems to have no objections if it’s you stoking my desire tonight, and you liked it, didn’t you, my lips on yours.” He placed the tip of his finger on the sheet stretched between her hands. “Don’t I tempt you, even a little? Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be wanted?”

“I want…” began Melody, her gaze caught on his smiling mouth so close to hers.

When she processed his final words, it felt like being buried under six feet of Aldish snow. Tonight, she had felt what it was like for men to want her. For them to put her hands on her without her being able to do anything about it. For them to assess her like she was no better than a Plod used for cheap labor or a saddlehound to keep as a favored pet. She’d had enough.

Firmly, she said, “I want to leave. I want to—” She almost said, go home, but Sharteshane was miles and miles away, and the thought of it didn’t stir up much warmth. In truth, she didn’t have a home.

The smile slid from Bastion’s face. He withdrew, giving her blessed space. Shadows wreathed around him until, suddenly, he appeared to be wearing a red, fur-lined winter cloak.

“Let’s go then,” he said briskly. “We’ll walk a few streets, you playing the part of a proper escort. After that, you’re on your own getting back to the safehouse. I have somewhere to be.”

She expected as much, so why was part of her so disappointed? “Right,” she agreed, lifting the torn sheet so she could wrap it around her. Bastion stopped her with a hand over hers.

“I’ve a better idea,” he offered. “Let’s steal you a cloak and some boots on the way out.”

“And some pants?” she said hopefully.

“Madam Sharte,” Bastion replied, waving a hand to the brothel at large. “Take your pick.”

#whumptober2021 #unsounded #bastion winalils #otp: a little death #sorry i'm not sorry for self-shipping nonsense #tonight i decided i was done with worrying about doing pymary correctly; it's whatever i want it to be now FOR FUN #that opinion will likely change come morning but oh well~ we're having fun #not much is even here anyway lol #[jerry seinfeld voice] is this anything?

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Humor me (George Weasley x fem!reader)

Summary: Reader can't stand George Weasley but over time she realizes he might be a good addition to her life.

Warnings: crying, angst, let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 5.5k (this is my longest fic so far!)

A/n: I still don't know how to feel about this. A part of me likes it and a part of me feels it could be better. This is my first enemies to lovers and it was very very fun.

———

“Thanks (y/n)! I can always count on you, you’re a lifesaver.” Shouts Neville as he runs down the hall and towards his next class. (Y/n) had helped him put healing salve and a bandage on his cut hand.

“Anytime!” She smiles as she watches him stumble away. She pulls out her book and sits back down on the windowsill.

“Humour me.” Says a foreign voice.

She looks up frowning. “I’m sorry?” She asks politely.

“When was the last time you did something for yourself?” Asks the red-haired boy.

“What are you talking about? I’m doing that right now.” She points to her book: Charms for first years

“That’s weird because I could’ve sworn you were in my charms class and not in first year.” He argues, shoving his hand in his pockets and clicking his tongue.

“Well I’m helping out a first-year next period but I enjoy doing that so I am doing something for myself.” She explains, slightly irritated.

“You can’t be serious?” He waits but she offers no response. She only lifts her nose at him. “That is not taking time for yourself. That’s preparing to help someone else.”

Her nostrils flare as she abruptly snaps her books shut. She shoves it into her bag before swinging it over her shoulder. She steps towards George. She suddenly realizes how tall he is. She gulps before placing a hand on her hip and pointing a finger at him.

“Listen here, helping other people is a very noble thing and if I wish to spend my free time doing that, I should not have to explain myself.”

“Ah, so you admit that you spend your free time helping other people rather than doing something for yourself?”

George smirks at her and she wants to slap it off his stupid pretty face.

“Wha-? No.” She huffs. “I don’t know why I’m arguing this with someone I hardly know but what I mean to say is that yes, it’s demanding and tedious but it’s also rewarding and the most gratifying thing I could ever do, so I believe I am doing something for myself. You just don’t get it because you spend all your time playing stupid pranks on everyone.” She snaps before pulling the strap of her bag further onto her shoulder and walking away. Normally she would feel bad for saying something like that to someone but for some reason she felt George could take it.

“So when will I see you again?” George shouts down the hall.

“I have to go!” She shouts back.

“I’ll see you in class then. Or maybe in the halls again.” He continues.

“Goodbye!” She turns the corner and speeds as far away from George as possible, steam practically fuming from her ears.

———

“Hey (y/n) could I just copy your homework before class? I didn’t have time to do it what with quidditch practice and all.” Asks Angelina.

(Y/n) nods and pulls out her answers, stands and walks to her seat, passing them to her. As (y/n) walks back she sees George slide into the spot next to hers. She grunts before stomping to her seat.

“ ‘Morning.” He sings, kicking his feet on the desk. She rolls her eyes and pushes his feet off, offering no other greeting. Now this is saying something, (y/n) always greets everybody. He laughs a little before turning to his bag and pulling out his textbook.

“Ark, couldn’t you go sit somewhere else?” She asks with a look of disgust.

George shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I could, but I’d like to think we’d make a good team and I’d like to test that theory.” He waves a pointed index as if to emphasize his point.

She shudders at the thought of having to work with him. It’s very likely they will, it often happens in potions class. (Y/n) is at the top of the class and she doubts Snape would have any objection to George working with her since she could easily bring up his grade. She sighs as Snape walks in and starts the lecture portion of the class.

“You will have the remaining hour to make your hiccoughing solution. Work with the person next to you.” With a wave of his arms everyone starts opening their textbook and discussing the potion.

To her surprise, George is really good at potions. Logically it makes sense because him and Fred are always creating new things but she never really thought it transferable to school. She watches, a little stunned as George quickly and skillfully goes through the steps of the potion. For the first time since she can last remember, she sits back instead of running the group. George occasionally asks her to cut something or extract oil from a root. She doesn’t argue, it’s sort of nice being told what to do rather than making all the decisions. She doesn’t tell him and refuses to think more of it because that’s not her proper role. She’s the leader, she’s the helper. Maybe this once she’ll let it slide, give herself a break.

Once the bell rings they gather their books and George finally speaks of other things than the potion.

“Relaxing isn’t it?” She tilts her head in confusion. “Not having to take care of others for once.” He continues.

Oh no he didn’t. He just ruined it. He took her small guilty moment of peace and crushed it. “You hardly let me do anything! What was I supposed to do? Fight you?”

George shrugs. “You could’ve.” He winks at her and she lets out an angry moan.

“Ark!” She turns on her heels and walks out of the class without another word.

“Same time next week?” She hears him shout but she’s already in the hallway and simply ignores him.

———

“You know you could give that to a house-elf and they could take care of that for you.” Says George as he leans into the door frame and watches (y/n) clean the chalkboard in the defence against the dark arts classroom.

“Well I don’t need to be taken care of, I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own thank you very much” she spits back at him.

George and her are acquaintances at best. It’s been a month since they’ve first spoken to each other. Since then he seems to always be around her. Sitting next to her in class, offering to help her with her books in the hall. She’s never asked for him to be there or to share his opinion. Yet he’s there and very verbal about his thoughts.

He steps into the class and sits in the front row. He bounces his leg under the desk and leans back into the chair. He looks nervous but she can tell he’s trying to cover it up.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Waiting for Umbridge.” He points up the stairs at the closed door of her office. “I got detention.” He adds.

“What did you do?” She stops cleaning the board and sets the cleaning potion on the desk next to George.

“Gave a ton tongue toffee to Filch. His tongue was four feet long when Umbridge found him.” He chuckles to himself, remembering Umbridge’s reaction.

For the first time ever, (y/n) laughs in front of George. She tries to hold it in but it slips past her. George first looks surprised but soon he’s laughing with her.

“Glad to see someone is standing up to them.” She shakes her head. “Umbridge really is a horrible person. I can't believe all the mean things she’s doing to the students.” Her face is sad. George can see how much she cares for the other students.

“Well, would you look at that? We actually agree on something.” He crosses his arms and smirks at her. “Does this mean we're friends?” He asks.

She barks out a loud laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Weasley.” She grabs her bag and walks out without another word. She can feel George’s gaze following her until she steps into the hall and out of sight. She wonders why her cheeks feel so hot suddenly.

———

(Y/n) is tutoring Seamus Finnigan in the library. They’re whispering over a book when George spots them. He smiles and beelines for their table.

“Mind if I sit here.” He asks, holding onto the chair in front of them. They both look up at him. Seamus smiles and reaches out his hand for a fist bump. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

“Yeah mate, it’s no problem.” Says Seamus.

“No, you may not. It is very much a problem.” She hisses. Seamus looks at her, shocked by the bitterness in her voice.

“Blimey (y/n), I’ve never heard you so angry before.” He stuns.

She laughs nervously. He’s right, she normally doesn’t talk to people like that. The only exception to the rule is George. She grits her teeth and pastes a smile before looking at George.

“Of course you can sit here George. Any friend of Seamus is a friend of mine.” She somehow manages to sound sweet and somewhat sincere. George raises his eyebrows in surprise. He quickly recollects himself and takes a seat before she changes her mind.

“So, going back to charms. Can you tell me the definition of the substantive charm?” She asks Seamus.

“How long have you been doing this?” George interrupts.

Seamus grabs (y/n)’s arm and reads her watch. He whistles dramatically. “Crickey, it’s been an hour and fifteen minutes. I think we should call it a day.” He grabs his book and bag and gets up. “Thanks again (y/n). See you next week.” And with that, he was off.

(Y/n)’s jaw clenches as she looks from the now empty chair to George.

“Why?” She groans. “Why would you do that?”

“This is great. He got his help and you get a break. What do you say we go down to the dungeon and pull a prank on Malfoy?” He beams at her, pleased with his idea.

She gets the sudden urge to scream. Who does he think he is? Coming into her life and ruining everything. It is quite likely that Seamus won't do as well on the quiz as if he had stayed for the extra fifteen minutes she had planned and now she has to go deal with Hermione who wanted to rant about Ron. Something which she had very much been putting off. She takes a long, deep breath before looking at George again. The urge to scream has faded with the breath but the look on his face makes her see red.

“Could you please, please, find someone else to annoy. I don’t have time for this and you’re really starting to test my patients.” She pleads.

George’s face drops, evidently displeased by her response. He stands from his chair and puts his bag strap over his shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll leave.” He surrenders. There is a pause like he’s debating between leaving or adding another word. To (y/n)’s dissatisfaction, he continues to speak. “Anytime you need someone who doesn’t need help tutoring or homework to copy or healing salve, you know where to find me.”

She laughs loudly making everyone turn to look at her. “Pff yeah okay.” She dismisses, and with that George is turning away and walking out of the library.

She hates the sad feeling that settles in her chest. It’s like it’s telling her she wants him to stay. She rolls her eyes and swears to herself, gathering her things and heading to Hermione’s aid.

No matter how hard she tries not to, she spends the rest of the day thinking about George. His stupid face keeps popping into her head. What does he know? She likes when people ask for help. She is happy being the person people can turn to. She can’t understand what George thinks is wrong with that. Maybe he’s just a horrible person. It’s much easier to tell herself than to think there could be something wrong with her.

———

A week later (y/n) is knocking on Susan Bones’ door and stepping in before hearing a welcome.

“Merlin! I can’t stand him!” She shouts once in her best friend’s dorm room. Susan looks up from her book with her brows knitted.

“Who?” She asks while shutting her book and sitting up.

“George!” She states looking at Susan like she should have known. She shows no sign of further understanding (y/n)’s dilemma.

“Why?” She asks hesitantly. (Y/n) stomps to Susan’s bed and plops onto it.

“First he’s everywhere meddling into my life like it’s his business and now, radio silence.” She adds nothing more, leaving Susan even more confused.

“And that’s a problem because…”

(Y/n) sits up and flails her arms in the air. “Well, why did he make me question myself like that and then just vanish?” She exclaims exasperated.

Susan gapes, further confused. “But, didn’t you ask him to leave you alone?”

“Ark! That’s not the point!” She gets up and stomps out of the room. Susan blinks and looks around the room stunned even though there is no one to share the confusion with.

A moment later (y/n) is back into the room. “What on earth did he mean by if ever you want someone who doesn’t need help, you know where to find me?” She puts her hands on her hips and waits for her friend’s answer. Susan’s eyes light up and she smiles slightly. Now it’s (y/n)’s turn to look confused.

“He said that?” Asks Susan with a hopeful tone.

“Wha- I- Well yes he did but-.” She stops. Susan has left her stunned, she’s too confused to debate.

Susan’s smile grows wider. “Have you heard about Dombledors army?” She asks.

(Y/n) scrunches her nose. “No. What does that have to do with this?”

“Well I think you should come to our next meeting.” Her smile is mischievous, (y/n) hates it.

———-

The next day Susan takes (y/n) to the seventh floor. She stops in the middle of the hall and passes back and forth in front of a stone wall. Soon a door appears in front of them and (y/n) smiles, amazed by the castle's secrets.

Susan is the first to walk in waving at a few people near the door. Once (y/n) follows through the room goes silent. Harry finally walks up to them, hand stretched out.

“Welcome to the army.” He says confidently. She looks to Susan who gives her an encouraging nod. She finally accepts Harry’s hand with a small yet nervous smile.

As she looks around the room she feels a pair of eyes on her. She turns to find George looking at her with a neutral face. She lets out a little screech and turns back to Susan.

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here!” (Y/n) whispers with a panicked tone.

“Well if I did you wouldn’t have come.” She states simply before walking off to talk with one of the other girls.

“Alright everyone. I think we’ll get started.” Announces Harry. Everyone goes quiet and they quickly form a half-circle around him. She sees a tall man settle next to her in her peripheral. She can just make out a flash of red hair. Her heart starts beating at an unruly pace.

“Today’s focus is on stunning. Nigel and I are going to do a demonstration so watch closely.” Everyone moves to the sides of the room whispering excitedly.

(Y/n) claps her hand over her mouth as she watches Harry fly backwards after being stunned by Nigel. She lets out a relieved sigh when Harry sits back up.

“I’d like to see you do that.” Whispers George into her ear. She jumps a little as his hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns to look at him. She has no snarky answer. She just gapes at him in surprise.

“I’d like to see you stand up for yourself for once.” He adds. She huffs in shock.

“I-“ She starts but Harry cuts her off. “Who wants to go next?” He asks.

“(Y/n) and I will go.” Announces George. She freezes as everyone eyes them curiously.

“Maybe someone else would like to go before us.” She tries.

“Nonsense, go on (y/n).” Says Harry enthusiastically. “No one here will judge you.” He adds thinking that’s her concern.

It’s not that she didn’t want to defend herself, it’s just she felt sort of bad stunning someone. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to do it. She walks to one end of the room and George to the other. He stretches out his arm, wand at the ready. She looks at Susan with a pleading look. Susan gives her an impatient nod and (y/n) reluctantly lifts her wand.

Neither of them moves, the room is completely silent. Soon there are whispers in the crowd. George is looking at (y/n) with a challenging eye. She gulps, trying to convince herself to stun him. She thinks that maybe if she does nothing he’ll grow impatient and stun her. That way she wouldn’t have to do it and he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of getting what he really wants.

“Right, any second now. Go ahead.” Says Harry slowly.

Nothing happens. George slumps out of his stans and raises his arms in the air. “Oh c’mon (y/n) stun me!” He exclaims.

She looks at the crowd as they all stare back at her. She suddenly feels weak in the knees. She begins to sweat nervously and looks at Susan. She looks a little concerned, maybe thinking this wasn’t as good an idea as she first thought. She still gives her a weak encouraging smile and a little thumbs up. (Y/n) looks back at George who has his arms stretched out taunting her.

“Oh for once in your life be mean!” He shouts. The words echo in the room.

“I can be plenty mean!” She disputes. “Last week, I ate Susan’s cookie.” She adds, puffing her chest.

George tries to hold back his smile. She hears a couple giggles in the crowd.

“That is not mean.” His tone is adoring and she hates it.

“It was her favourite brand.” She adds trying to make it sound more horrific. She’s the only one in the room with a serious face. Everyone else is smiling enjoying the tense exchange between the two.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “If it’s anything, it’s cute.” He says with a wink. There it is. There’s the final straw. She can feel her blood boil. Everyone holds their breath as they watch her face contort into an angry pout. George smiles wide thinking the pout is possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

She lets out an angry grunt. “It is not cute! You wanna see cute? Watch this.” She flicks her wand and shouts: “Stupify!” The spell sends George across the room. Everyone exclaims as he hits the ground with a thud.

“Excellent! Really good (y/n)!” Exclaims Harry.

Across the room George is whooping. He runs over to her with arms wide open. His smile is contagious, she can’t stop hers from pulling at her cheeks. Laughs spill from her lips as he wraps her tightly into his arms. Fred helps George throw her over their shoulders. Everyone gathers around them and cheers. (Y/n) feels her cheeks go hot suddenly, very aware of George’s hand on her thigh keeping her in place. She looks at everyone’s happy smiles and she can't help but join in. She hates to admit it but George might have been right. Standing up for yourself can feel good.

———

It’s a Wednesday evening. Most people were already back in their common rooms. (Y/n) was walking back from the library, having finished another tutoring session with Zacharias Smith. The halls are practically deserted when she suddenly hears quiet sobs further away. She speeds her pace and turns the corner finally spotting a little boy crying quietly while holding his hand. Two older boys are kneeling next to him. Her breath hitches when she spots him. George hasn’t talked to her since their duel. She would sometimes catch his eye across the classroom or in the dining hall but this is the first time she’s run into him. George is rubbing circles on the boy's upper back as he whispers sweet comforting phrases to the crying boy. As she steps closer she recognizes the boy to be Michael. She has helped him countless times after he has gotten detention from Umbridge.

Looking at George now she questions how she once called him a horrible person. She sighs accepting she might have been too quick to judge. She steps between the Weasleys and kneels down at Micheal’s feet so they're at eye level. She looks through her big bag before pulling out some gauze and a small glass jar of healing salve. Micheal gives her his hand, remembering the drill. She quietly applies the salve and wraps his hand. She listens to George explain to Micheal how soon the pain will subside. She notices he never stops rubbing circles on the boy's back. There’s something reassuring about the movement and she’s not even the one receiving it.

Micheal takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. He looks between George and (y/n) before smiling mischievously.

“Thanks mom, dad.” He tips his head to each before getting up and walking to his dorm. George’s hand stays frozen in the air even if there’s no longer a back to rub. (Y/n) stops screwing the lid to her salve as she looks at the now empty seat. They both jump when Fred starts howling with laughter. His laughs echo down the hall as he doubles over himself, holding his aching stomach. He wipes at his eyes and sighs loudly.

“Good one kid.” He shouts though Michael is much too far to hear it. “Ah! That’s golden.” He adds before he walks off in the same direction as Micheal did before.

George and (y/n) remain frozen. (Y/n)’s face is pale and George's cheeks are tomato red. (Y/n) is the first to move, she finishes screwing on the lid and shoving it into her bag. She’s in a hurry to get out of this very awkward situation. She shoots a look at George who moved from the floor and onto the bench. He’s leaning back onto the wall with his arms crossed. He smirks when she meets his eyes.

“We would have some cute kids.” His tone is teasing but there’s still something soft and affectionate in the statement.

“Oh honestly George, get a grip.” She rolls her eyes and walks away quickly. It takes all her willpower to hold in her smile until her back is turned to George. He’s not wrong she thinks to herself.

——-

She knocks lightly on the dorm room door. She can hear George’s loud laugh on the other side. She hopes he won’t be mad at her for interrupting the fun. Lee opens the door and the smile on his face is quickly replaced by a look of surprise.

“(Y/n)?” He stuns. The laughter in the room stops abruptly. She hears shuffling and soon George is peaking his head over Lee’s shoulder.

Lee quickly moves out of the way and George looks at her with a concerned look.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” He asks looking around to make sure there is no one else listening.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I know you were having fun there.” She feels pretty stupid now that she’s actually standing in front of him. George shakes his head vigorously to tell her it’s no problem.

“I just-“ she runs a hand through her hair. “I sort of need someone who doesn’t need help with tutoring or homework or healing salve.” The offer is months old. They haven’t even talked in weeks. She never thought she’d actually take him up on it but she didn’t know who else to turn to.

His shoulders drop and a natural smile spreads across his face. “Well then I’m your guy.” He closes the door behind him and guides her down the stairs and into the common room. It’s late, most students are in bed. George asks the few left if they could give them some privacy and they all retreat to their rooms.

“What’s up?” He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She sighs and walks over to the big red couch. She sits down and buries her head into her hands. “I- I’m so tired George.” Her voice is laced with despair. “There’s just so much to do and I’m trying, I really am but I just don't know if I have it in me.”

George sits next to her, so close that their knees touch. “What are all the things you need to do?” He asks softly.

“I have to run the potions club and make that banner for the Ancient Runes Club. I have to tutor Hannah and Seamus and Zacharias and so many other people. I have to make sure Lavender is okay and that Luna found her socks. I have to listen to Hermione and Ginny talk about their boy problems and then give them advice. I have to write back to my parents and help them with their problems. I have to help McGonagall with the rat problem because no one else wants to. Madame Pomfrey said I could intern with her but that means I have to spend ten hours a week in the hospital wing. I told professor Sprout I’d help her extract pus from Bubotuber. I promised Colin I would look out for Dennis and I haven't even seen him in weeks.” It all spills out. For the first time ever she is totally transparent about her problems. “And then I have to worry about my own studies and try and keep my grades up and there’s the stress of Dumbledore’s army, what if we get caught?” She’s panting by the end suddenly feeling much lighter.

“Well maybe you could say no to a couple people. I’m sure the Ancient Runes Club can wait for a sign, Mcgonagall can take care of the rats on her own. You can say no you know.” He places a hand on her thigh and looks deep into her eyes.

“But- I can’t George! I can't say no. Those people are counting on me. What if the clubs fall apart or Seamus’ grades drop or Luna never finds her socks.” Her face is panicked.

“Let me help you.” He says it so softly. She feels a dry lump in her throat. Her jaw suddenly hurts and she feels tears well up in her eyes.

“I don’t want your help George!” She jumps off the couch and onto her feet. George’s hand slips off her thigh and onto the couch. It looks limp and sad without her leg to hold it. “I don’t need you, I was doing perfectly fine before you came around and I’ll be fine without you moving forward.” There’s a pause. “ I didn’t come here for you to save the day.” There it is. She doesn’t want to appear weak. She thinks asking for help makes her weak.

George stands up, towering over her. “Fine. If that’s how you feel then I’ll leave. I will go for good and you won’t have to worry about me meddling in your life anymore. I just want you to know that I’m offering to help because I can see how hard this is for you and I think you deserve more than what you’ve granted yourself.” George steps forward closing the gap. “I think you deserve to be taken care of for a change.” They’re inches away from each other. His face suddenly turns soft as he looks into her tear-filled eyes.

There’s a silent pause. She looks into George’s eyes and she sees the honesty, the care, the love. George is there for her when no one else is. He’s right, she is having a hard time and he’s the one offering the help. No one else. All the other people she has sworn would help her, be there for her, aren’t there. But how could they have known? She never tells them how hard it is, always caring for others. She never asks for their help. It’s not that those people don’t care. She just never opens up to them. She never permits them to be anything else than people she could help. All she ever did was give and give. She never believed she should do anything else. George is the first person who wants her to take, not give. It finally clicks. Everything that George has been trying to make her see is crystal clear now.

A tear spills from down her cheek and she feels her knees go weak. She cups her hand over her mouth trying to hold in a sob. She takes a step back shaking her head in denial. George’s face remains soft but there’s concern in his eyes.

“Hey.” He tilts his head, maintaining eye contact as she tries to look away. “It’s okay.” He pulls her towards his chest and she welcomes it. She falls into his arms as more tears fall down her cheeks. “Let it out.” He says.

With that permission (y/n) cries. She cries like never before. Loud sobs slip from her lips as her body shakes in George’s arms. She cries about all the sad secrets people have confided in her. She cries for all the days she sacrificed for others. She cries for all the “I love that you never say no”. She cries for all the grades she sacrificed to keep others high. She lets out years of pent-up tears, of hurt.

He rubs small circles on her upper back and remains quiet. She was right, there relay is something reassuring about those little circles. She cries for an hour and George never moves, never speaks, never stops her.

Finally, she sniffles her last tear and steps out of George’s arms. He reluctantly lets her go but takes her hand in his. She pulls it away to wipe at her eyes.

“Thank you.” Her voice is so delicate she would be embarrassed if it weren’t George in front of her. She laughs suddenly and George looks shocked. She soon starts crying of laughter and George gapes unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?” He asks confused.

“I just, I hate you.” She laughs again. George looks stunned. He takes a step away from her and opens his mouth to say something but she cuts him off.

“Or so I thought. You have bugged me every day for months yet there’s no one I want here more than you.” George takes a tentative step forward. The words seem to give him confidence. “As crazy as it sounds I’ve had some of the best times talking with you because I actually said what I wanted to say. You can handle me better than anyone else. You challenge me in a way that I absolutely hate but I know why you’re doing it. You’re helping me learn to take care of myself and that’s hard because it’s something I’ve never done before.” She stops for a moment. The look in her eyes changes. First, there’s shock as she realizes. Then there’s a soft and happy glow. “I think I’m falling in love with you George.” She gasps. It’s almost a whisper. She barely wants to admit it.

“Come here.” Is all he says. She doesn’t move. Her brows knit themselves as she searches his face for an explanation. She takes a deep breath. The step towards him feels like a trust fall. He gently pulls her closer by the waist. He presses his forehead to hers. (Y/n) pushes her nose to his, bringing their lips closer to one another. He repeats the movement.

They tease each other a couple more times before George whispers “Can I kiss you?” She nods slowly and whispers a yes. He tips his head so their lips connect. His soft lips send sparks down her spine. George wraps an arm up to her back and pulls her closer quickly deepening the kiss. She wraps her arms around his next and soon her hands tangle into his fiery red hair. It feels like rain after a dry summer, like the cold side of her pillow, like the warm fire after coming in from the cold, it feels like heaven. Nothing has ever felt more right than their lips pressed together and for once, she’s giving in to what she wants.

When George pulls away she finds herself chasing his lips. She pouts a little missing the kiss. George runs a hand over her hair and looks at her adoringly.

“I’m falling for you too (y/n)”

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.

You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."

"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.

You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.

You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.

"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"

Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.

"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.

You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.

Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.

You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"

Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.

How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"

"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."

"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."

You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?

Bonus:

so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.

the google form is still up if you haven't answered it! i'll probably keep it up for a few days so everyone has a chance to answer it. ☺

comment or message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴

and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!

oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Unraveling the Mystery

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: N/A

Rating: PG

Length: Short Story

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I have been sitting on this idea, for a while. It's taken forever to get it just right, what can I say? I can't get away from these folks.

Henry Cavill Master List

Sitting in the backseat of the car, Ivan huffed. Arms across his chest, Kal laying quietly beside him, his head on the boy's lap. He was not amused by his parent's Saturday excursion. In the front seat, Nell checked her phone, looking at emails and appointments for the upcoming week. Henry had his eyes on the road, navigating through the small city with expert care and attention.

Saturdays spent as a family were supposed to be fun. Ivan wasn't exactly having fun. Grumpy all morning, he hadn't turned his scowl upside down once. Whatever. His parents didn't seem to notice or care that he was in a pissy mood. Why should they?

When they'd left home, Henry had mentioned going to the next town over, but didn't really say why. Nell had been too worried looking for paperwork. Ivan wasn't stupid, he'd heard them in the office last night. They thought he had gone to bed, which he had, but they didn't know their son had gone back down stairs for a drink. Walking by the door, he'd stopped, originally to say “good night”, again but decided to hold out.

Ivan laid his head back on the seat, Kal nestling in for the remainder of the ride. How could his parents do this to him? The bits of conversation had replayed in his mind all night.

"But if we adopt, then we know it's a girl." Sighing, Nell rubbed her eyes. "I am outnumbered."

"Yes, but what if we can't find the right girl?"

Ivan furrowed his brow, listening through the cracked door. His parents were clearly discussing something that would be a huge part of their family, yet chose to leave him out?

Standing quietly for a few seconds, trying to peep around the office door, he saw Kal sprawled out on the floor. Sleeping soundly. At least his position wasn't going to be given away.

"And we will need to take him. I don't want to bring him home a sister, to find out he's pissed off." Henry continued.

Gee, thanks dad. Ivan rolled his eyes, tears stinging.

Inside of the office his mother's chair scraped the floor. Time to move along. Quietly rushing to get upstairs, before he was caught.

They were adopting and didn't even bother to ask how he felt? What if he didn't want a sibling? What if he was content being an only child? Nobody had bothered to ask him and it hurt.

“Almost there,” Henry announced. Ivan huffed, Nell hummed, and Kal sighed. “Not the response that I was expecting, but okay.”

“I'm excited, I'm busy is all.” Nell glanced at her husband with a warm smile. “Someone has to keep you in costume and Ivan on track.”

“Whatever.” Ivan muttered, rolling his eyes. So now they pretend to care.

“When we're finished, do you want to go for a walk and grab something to eat?”

Leaning around in her seat to see Ivan; Nell smiled. “What do you think wild boy? Should we grab something to eat after? I hear they have a great sushi place just around the corner.”

“Whatever.”

“Is that all you can say today?” Nell raised her brow.

Ivan shrugged.

“Well, then. I guess you don't have an opinion, then we will go wherever we see fit.”

“Why ask me where I want to eat, you didn't care to ask me if I even wanted to come.”

“We thought that you'd enjoy an afternoon out.” Henry answered, checking that he was clear to make the right hand turn. Pulling into an empty space, he killed the engine. “We're here.”

“I'm excited.”

“I'm not.” Grumbled Ivan in reply to his mother's enthusiasm.

Leaning over, Henry was the one turned to face his sullen son. “Okay, before we go in. Care to tell me what's going on?”

In the back seat, Ivan tried his best not to allow his tears to fall. If they began then they may never stop. Dramatic? A little. He couldn't hold it in any longer, his parents had truly hurt his feelings and trust. Why had they not trusted him to tell him the truth? If he hadn't heard them talking, would they have simply brought another child home and told him to deal with it?

Sniffling, he wiped his hand across his cheeks. How silly did he look?

“Ivan?” Henry prompted, gently reaching out to his son.

Shrinking away, Ivan continued to sniffle. Shaking his head, Ivan opened his mouth to answer, but only a sob came.

“Are you okay? Ivan, you can talk to us.” Encouraging her son, despite her heart clenching, Nell tried to smile.

He had been out of sorts all morning. Taking it as he was annoyed to be woken so early, Nell had ignored his bad mood. She'd figured it would change, when they arrived to meet the puppy. On the seat beside him, Kal laid with his head still on Ivan. Nudging him gently with his nose.

“You didn't even ask me, how-how I felt.” Ivan whispered.

“Felt? About what? Are you not feeling well?” Concern etched Henry's face.

Ivan shook his head. “About adopting. Why? Why would you do that and not talk to me? A sister is a pretty big thing and you didn't even ask, if I wanted one.”

In a second, Henry could nearly feel his heart breaking for his son. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the back of his neck. Nell sprang into mom mode. Taking over, giving Ivan a soft smile and passing back a tissue from her bag,

“Oh, wild boy.” Cooing, Nell shook her head. “No, I think you have it wrong.”

“Do I? Oh really?”

“Yeah, we're um...we wanted to keep it a secret, in case Kal didn't get along with her. But then we were so excited, we had to bring you. Ivan, we're here to see about adopting another dog.”

“A dog?” Ivan sat up his interest fully engaged. Henry laughed and nodded. His mood changing faster than a speeding bullet. “A dog? We're getting another dog?”

“Maybe.” It was only fair that Henry laid down the rules now. “If she and Kal get along, then we will take her home. For a week. If they manage well, then she is ours. If they don't, then we have to bring her back. We didn't want to tell you, because we wanted to surprise you.”

“You better like her.” Ivan gently booped Kal's nose. Kal snuffled and yawned.

“I wish you had told us, how you felt. Oh god, I'm sorry.”

Last night, while in the office, Nell had heard a creak outside the door. Assuming it was another feature of the older home, she had ignored it, continuing her conversation with Henry. Shit. Now she felt terrible. How Ivan must have felt, beyond her comprehension. No wonder the poor boy had been in a rotten mood. Assuming his parent were making life decisions and not bothering to inform him.

“It's okay mum.” Ivan shrugged, “I shouldn't have assumed.”

“Wild boy, we would never adopt another child, without talking to you. Honestly.” Nell informed her son, her caring smile growing.

“Unless something changes, drastically, we will never have that conversation. So I think you are safe.”

“But I thought you wanted more kids?” Eyeing his father cautiously, Ivan wiped his nose on the tissue and snuffled once more. His tears dried on his cheeks.

Henry shrugged, glancing at Nell and smiling. “Once upon a time, I would have loved to have a dozen kids. But, I think that time has gone. You're older now and I know that you enjoy being an only child. Besides, your mum and I don't have that energy anymore. Chasing small children, it's too much work.”

“Well, now that we have this cleared up. Shall we go meet the potential, puppy?”

“Yes, please.” Ivan sprung up, grabbing Kal's leash to get the big dog out of the car. Opening the car door, he shuffled out to join his parents, promptly handing Kal to Henry.

A shift in his mood, Ivan could barely contain his excitement, asking his parents all kinds of questions. The short distance from the car to the shelter didn't give them much time to answer, but Nell did her best to fill in any information that Ivan was requesting. They had found the puppy on the website, not really looking for another dog.

Her name was Tilly, she was almost a year old, an energetic doxie pinscher mix. Her mother rescued a few weeks before Tilly and her two brothers were born. Ivan didn't even have to see her, to know she would be the best dog – best small dog – ever. Clearly Kal was the best dog ever. Henry allowed Kal a few minutes outside, while Nell and Ivan went inside to inform the staff that they had arrived.

“Mum,” Ivan whispered standing beside her, in the lobby, waiting for the assistant to join them, “I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, wild boy. You have nothing to be sorry for, but the next time come talk to me. I don't like it when you are upset.” Nell wrapped her arm around him, kissing the top of his head.

“Mrs. Cavill?” A tall woman asked walking into the room. Nell nodded and smiled. “Hi, I'm Aly. I'll be hanging out with you today.” She glanced at Ivan and smiled. Carefully looking passed Nell, she shifted. “You mentioned bringing your dog?”

“Yes, he's outside with my husband. It was a bit of a drive up. Can you go let your dad know that he needs to come in?” Nell ruffled Ivan's hair.

Nodding, Ivan did his best to control his excitement, reminding himself to walk towards the door. Calmly, he took a breath. Spotting Henry and Kal on the small patch of grass, he waved opening the door to call his dad. Excitement, contain. Breathe. Ivan straightened his posture before walking back across the office to his mother.

“He's coming.”

“Do you want to follow me in, when he comes in then I can have them sent back?”

“Sure, sounds good.” Following Aly behind a set of doors, Nell and Ivan walked hand in hand. It was not at all what Ivan imagined. There were no rows of barking dogs, instead it was a calm and quiet group of rooms. Each one with large windows and a door. Inside the floors had patches of fake grass, tile flooring, and a few toys.

“The last time that you were here, I know that you and your husband had met Tilly and Anduin.” Holding open a door to one of the rooms, Aly addressed Nell. Ivan raised his brow. So his parents had been here before? “Did you want to bring them both out?”

Slightly blushing, Nell gave the assistant a sheepish smile. “I'm not going to lie, I really adored Tilly. I agreed to bring Anduin out, to humour my husband.”

Ivan giggled. Of course his dad would have wanted to meet Anduin.

“Ah, I understand. Okay, well I am going to get Tilly. You can make yourselves comfortable.”

Ivan sat in one of the plastic office chairs, swinging his legs lightly, his feet not that far from the floor. Nell stood in the corner by the floor to ceiling window, watching for Henry and Kal. Humming contently, Ivan tried to picture what this new dog would look like. She would certainly be smaller than Kal, not even the size of Kal's leg. He giggled at the idea of the little dog bossing the old bear around.

Would Tilly like them?

“What's Anduin like?”

“Huh?” Nell turned her head to look at Ivan, she had been lost in her thoughts of upcoming projects and school sport schedules.

“Anduin, you said that you only saw him because Dad wanted to.”

“Oh, he's a nice dog. But he's big and bouncy, he's still young and they said he had a bit of an aggression problem to work through. I'm sure he'll make someone a great dog, but he's not what we need. Not right now.”

Ivan nodded in understanding. As much as they loved Kal, one big dog was enough. He sat looking around the room, when he and his mom spotted Aly at the same time. Taking a step back from her post, Nell held out an arm to Ivan, indicating she wanted him to join her.

Entering the room, Aly had a small dog in her arms. Licking her face furiously, the dog wagged her tail, excitedly enjoying the interaction.

“Here is Tilly,” bending to sit the puppy on the floor, Aly smiled at Ivan. “Why don't you take a seat and get to know her?”

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan tugged on Nell's sleeve. “This is the best surprise.”

“I'm glad you're excited.” Nell kissed the top of his head. “Do you want to play with her? Get to know her a little, before Kal comes in?”

On the other side of the windows, Nell caught sight of Henry and Kal approaching. Kal looked around cautiously, following Henry into the small corridor. Nodding to his wife and giving a slight wave, Henry smiled. He would wait right where he was, until asked to bring Kal in. Kal sat at Henry's side, watching through the window, a slight whine when he saw little Henry playing with the ultra small dog.

Sitting down on the floor, allowing the small brown dog to climb on him, Ivan giggled. Her whole body shook with her tail wag, as she bounced on and off of the boy's lap. Aly smiled, watching the two interact.

“They certainly get on well.”

“Ivan loves dogs.”

When Henry and Nell had come to see the dogs, it had been Henry on the floor giggling like a child, while the puppy had climbed all over him. Nell had joined in, sitting and tossing the ball for both Tilly and Anduin. But Ivan was by far the one in his true element.

“Let's see how Kal does, shall we?”

“Of course.” Nell waved for Henry to bring Kal in.

Opening the door, Henry gave a gentle tug on Kal's leash. The big, black and white dog was hesitant to enter the room with the smaller creature. She was full of the zoomies and her bark was fierce.

“Kal.” Henry called to his companion. “Come on. It's fine.”

Reluctant, Kal shuffled into the room, snuffling and snorting. Making sure to keep Henry, Nell, Ivan, and the strange woman between him and the small fur missile. The small brown dog darted around Nell, between Henry's legs and right up to Kal. Pulling back on his leash, Kal was wide eyed. No! No way! She was growing closer.

Without warning Tilly stopped a few inches from Kal, reaching out she sniffed his foot and took off. Too concerned with her return, Kal was having a hard time relaxing. His fear was soon soothed, when Nell reached down to offer him a biscuit. Oh so now they were buying him off with food? Eh, fair enough.

“Why don't you pick her up, then she's not as bouncy.” Aly smiled at Ivan.

Scooping the puppy into his arms, Ivan smiled when she began to instantly lick his face. “Tilly.” He giggled, holding her out to his dad.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Henry accepted the puppy. She was tiny compared to Kal, even as a baby. Henry smiled holding the wiggly body, trying to control her enough to let Kal get a proper look. “Look Kal, see the baby.”

Kal huffed, sinking down to the floor. His head resting on his paws. How dare they.

“Have a look, bear.” Henry encouraged the older dog. Bending down with the puppy, he laughed when she licked his chin, giving playful bites. “She's okay. Easy fella.” He steadied Kal, who had lifted his head a little. Sniffing towards the puppy, he sat up. His head tilted slightly. Henry eased Tilly closer.

Reaching out, she yipped in Kal's face, but didn't shy when his big nose poked her in the belly. Licking at Kal, she wagged her tail fiercely.

“I know that you love being the only dog, but would a friend be terrible? She's a friend. Not a chew toy.” Nell eyed Kal.

Huffing, Kal sniffed the puppy once more, before scooting back as Henry let her go on the floor. Instantly zooming around the room, Tilly bumped into Kal. Reacting less dramatically, Kal groaned and flopped down onto the floor. His eyes following the puppy, his desire to chase the small creature almost void. He was too old for this shit.

“I think we should take her home, what do you think?” Henry glanced at Ivan.

“Yes, please.” Ivan nodded eagerly. “What about you, Kal? Do you want a sister?”

Kal huffed. He didn't care one way or another.

“I think we will definitely be taking her.” Nell smiled. Stooping to scoop up the puppy, she scratched Tilly's ears and smiled wide.

“Your mum has a new mate,” Henry nudged Ivan in he side, gesturing to Nell snuggling the puppy.

“Maybe this means she won't bother me so much to do things.” Ivan snickered.

“Don't bet on it,” Nell smirked, she'd heard their chat. When would they learn, she heard everything.

Settling the final paperwork, gathering instructions, and all the legal work that went with adopting dog had taken mere minutes. The shelter were efficient, set up, and knew their business. Henry admired that. Nell had been the one to find them, assuring him that they were reputable, reliable, and a decent place to work with. She wanted nothing but the best, when it came to their newest addition.

Thanking Aly, posing for a few photos – as was custom for the shelter, when an animal found a new place, and making sure they had all of their paperwork, instructions in case Tilly needed to come back. Ha! They were on the their way, the five of them.

Kal led the way to the car, he had snacks waiting and needed to finish that nap he'd been taking. Henry opened the door, allowing Kal to get situated, before Ivan and Tilly joined him. Giving the big dog word of encouragement, telling him how fantastic he'd been with the entire thing.

“Mum, momma, mum.” Ivan bounded towards the car, at his mother's side “I'm sorry for being upset this morning.”

“You have nothing to apologise for, wild boy.” Carrying Tilly; Nell wrapped her other arm around Ivan. “But do me a favour, the next time you want to eves drop, come to us before assuming things.”

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❝ For a long time, love was unattainable for her. She wrote, sang and dreamed about it, but she had never been truly in love.

The truth is that, and although she denies it, Kang Sohee is a hopeless romantic and she always has been. She often dreamed of meeting the right person and doing everything right so that love would last... and not fade like her parents' love.

However, love is strange and it does not come easy. She has learned that you can meet thousands of people and yet none of them will make you feel the things that you are supposed to feel.

She has also learned that you can mistake love. And as much as it hurts and breaks your soul, there are people you were born to love, and there are others you were not.

So, Seren doesn't have much experience in romance. And she's slowly learning that love and infatuation are two different things, that it doesn't have to hurt, that it should make you feel happy, and that you don't go looking for the right person, because eventually fate brings you together. ❞

⟶crush list

—WANG YONG

❝ I'm too shy to tell you how I feel.

So I'll hide behind timid smiles and soft hellos.

I'm afraid if I ask you: "what do you think of me? " your reply will be "I don't" ❞

duration of crush: 2014 — 2015

relationship: close friends, one side crush

current status: they haven't spoken in a long time but she still cares for him

their things: practicing together, sharing chocolates, him giving her books and then the next week sharing opinions about them, eating together all the time

playlist: kid in love by shawn mendes & u smile by justin bieber

Wang Yong came to SM Entertainment in late 2012 and Lee Taeyong quickly took care of him under his wing. He was quite a popular trainee, not only because of his looks, but also because of his great talent for dancing, despite his young age. He was to the younger ones what Kang Seulgi was to Sohee.

Wang Yong was a sweet guy, it was inevitable for girls not to have a crush on him, and anyone in his place would take advantage of it, but not him. He was focused on doing what he had to do: training hard. That's the reason why his only friends for a long time were only Taeyong and Hansol.

Kang Sohee (long before she was known as Seren) officially met him in late 2013, after watching him practice. They did not become friends right away, since it was not easy for him to open up to other people. However, when she became close to Taeyong, they inevitably had to become friends. And then they connected thanks to dancing, something they were both passionate about. They went from being acquaintances to partners who practiced together to friends. Then it was not only Wong Yong, Lee Taeyong and Ji Hansol, now it was also Kang Sohee.

2014 was a rough year for her, starting from the loss of her grandparents to learning that she was not going to debut with Red Velvet. It was the most difficult year for her in all that time locked up, but her friends were with her. And he didn't go unnoticed, no matter how hard he tried. He always carried an extra portion of food for her, left her books that he thought she would like and always pretended not to learn the choreography so that she could teach him and in that way distract her mind by doing what she likes the most.

It really wasn't difficult to like Wang Yong, he was sweet and a good boy. Soon she found herself thinking that she really liked the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed, or how his eyes sparkled when someone complimented him and, most of all, the way he tilted his head when he was confused. And then every time he looked at her she felt something in her stomach (and no, she had thought the first time she felt it, it can't be diarrhea), her cheeks would blush and it was difficult for her to keep look at him.

He was her crush for a few months and suddenly their interactions were shy smiles and sharing chocolates. Until he was no longer making her feel like she was flying. He meant a lot to her because not only he was her first butterflies in her stomach, he was also one of her close friends and one of the most supportive.

Sometimes she still thinks about him, what is he doing? how is he doing? what it would have been like if he had debuted in NCT instead of her? SM Entertainment did not treat him well, apparently his voice was not good enough, in the future they had told him. All she knows is that he returned to his home in China, and all she hopes is that he's truly happy.

—MARK LEE

❝ There's a boy I like.

He smiles so bright and my heart can't take it.

There's a boy I like.

We both love the same things.

There's a boy I like.

I think about him all the time.

There's a boy I like.

He's my best friend. ❞

duration of crush: 2017 — early 2018

relationship: bandmates, best friends, crush

current status: bandmates, best friends, partners in crime

their things: holding hands, sharing songs, singing, rapping, dancing together, telling jokes, listening to music, trying to teach her basketball, teaching him to play futboll soccer, doing karaoke

playlist: the one that got away by katy perry & walk you home by nct dream & everything has changed by taylor swift & catching feelings by justin bieber & whenever you are by 5sos

For a long time, Mark was the closest thing to a best friend that she had. They practically grew up together (and are still growing). They wouldn't exactly tell each other everything, but they did trust each other. And every day, especially when they missed home, they would get together to tell their funniest childhood stories, and then listen to music for the rest of the time, enjoying each other's company.

Maybe that's what made her have feelings for him. Maybe it was the inside jokes, the laughs, the songs, maybe it was all together.

It was different, of course. It didn't feel at all like her first crush. No, it was definitely stronger, because they were Mark and Seren — everyone was talking about Mark and Seren: NCT's 99 line, best friends.

Liking Mark was a fresh feeling, no discomfort, no obvious blushes, no big butterflies either. No, liking Mark was being at peace. Being comfortable in his presence, hearing him sing, sharing smiles, doing mischief together, it all felt too good... almost like she was born for it.

And maybe she was born to love Mark, but in another life. Because on this one Mark Lee and Kang Sohee were just best friends. And although at nights she sometimes dreamed of his eyes, the same ones that hold thousands of stars, in the morning she reminded herself that nothing could change the friendship they had.

That's one of the reasons why she didn't do anything about it, that and because she didn't want to ruin all their efforts just for a crush.

It was difficult for her, because months passed and she kept thinking about him. Until eventually she stopped seeing him in a romantic way, his hugs stopped making her feel things (things you're not supposed to feel for a friend) and at night his eyes and laughter stopped appearing.

Now that time has passed, she realizes that staying best friends with him is a hundred times better than a possible relationship with him. And she prays, Oh, she prays that Mark Lee's future partner can love and appreciate him as much as he deserves... As much as she could have.

⟶dating list

—MOONBIN

❝ I enjoy our time together. And your laugh, your voice, your kisses. I enjoy you.

We may not be in love and that's okay for us.

Because what matters right now is that we're both having fun. ❞

public knowledge: private (only friends)

duration of relationship: march 2018 — april 2018

relationship: fling

current status: friends

their things: hanging out with friends, kisses, supporting each other, hugs

playlist: we are young by fun feat janelle monaé & locked out of heaven by bruno mars

They met at some awards and immediately they knew there was attraction, so they exchanged phone numbers and soon found themselves talking every single day.

They both knew what it was and what they wanted, to be young and have fun.

Those two months sometimes felt like an eternity, because they genuinely had a good time together. There was always fun, affection and, most importantly, sincerity.

They both knew it was meant to be over, so they enjoyed it.

Having fun with Moonbin felt like riding the drop tower: they weren't afraid of it, they just felt the adrenaline and fun you feel being up there in the air. But just as fast it goes up, it also goes down. And even though in the end you seem to want more, you know enough was enough.

—WOOSEOK

❝ I loved you as Icarus loved the sun — too close, too much. ❞

public knowledge: private for three months until their members found out

duration of relationship: july 2018 — january 2019

relationship: kind of dated, never really had a "tittle"

current status: acquaintances, they don't really talk anymore

their things: secret dates, midnight calls, back hugs, kisses

playlist: sweet creature by harry styles & the scientist by coldplay & the end of love by florence + the machine & it will rain by bruno mars

Kang Sohee and Jung Wooseok were never in love, but they might as well have been.

They met in mid-2018 thanks to a close friend, and the physical attraction was so immense that without thinking they both decided to give it a try. It was all very fast, but the result had been good. They were something, no tittle, yet they didn't care because they were okay with that.

Their relationship was like trying a new dish, they didn't know what to expect: they didn't know if it would be sweet or salty, everything was so different. But they had liked it. They spent a good time together, sometimes hiding from their members, it was a little secret that only the two of them knew.

They loved what they had. Midnight calls, secret dates, just sneaking around their members backs like that. It was exciting and fun. They were young people enjoying themselves.

Until it became real. Too real.

Suddenly they weren't just missing each other's presence, but they craved for their touch and kisses.

It was almost like an obsession. Every time they were together they felt intoxicated. They needed more, they wanted more.

And that wasn't healthy nor they where ready for that.

So, because they cared about each other, they put a stop to it. God knows that if they had stayed together, they would have burned.

—THE8

❝ The Ego asked:

'What is Love? It's too big of a word for me. I don't understand it at times.'

The Soul replied:

'If you understand Kindness

If you understand Respect

If you understand Acceptance

Then you will understand Love.' ❞

public knowledge: private (only members and close friends)

duration of relationship: december 2019 — present

relationship: acquaintances to friends to lovers

current status: in love, best friends

their things: nose, forehead and cheek kisses, showing her his art, painting together, taking pictures, listening to music, dedicating songs, slow dancing, hype man! hype woman!, writing songs about each other, domestic dates

playlist: love someone by lukas graham & ily by the rose & common by zayn & have you ever been in love? by the ivy & love somebody like you by joan & sunday morning by maroon 5 & natural by zayn

Falling for Xu Minghao was like breathing, so natural, so effortless, without realizing it.

They met in 2018 and for a year they were just acquaintances: their bandmate's friend. There were few interactions, maybe greetings and a few smiles. But when she has a very persistent Boo Seungkwan as her best friend, it was only a matter of time before she eventually became friends with the rest of them.

Being friends with Minghao is yellow, like observing the sunset. It's relaxing, enthusiastic, supportive, positivity, happiness...

It was an unexpected friendship but suddenly they were sharing songs, painting together and hanging out a lot more than with their original friends. Soft laughs, little jokes, looks full of adoration — it was so obvious that there was something there, they could feel it and everyone could see it. And still it took almost a year for them to take the risk. Was it really mutual or were they just imagining it?

He was the first to take the step, because even if it was all in his head at least he would be at peace knowing that he tried and didn't just let her go.

It was silly, really, how much they wanted to be together and how much they doubted.

Loving Minghao is comforting, honest, understanding, compassion, teamwork, sometimes overwhelming, and a new feeling that completely scares her because she has never been in love or in a serious relationship, yet she is sure of one thing: discovering those feelings with him was her best decision.

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LAST FRIDAY NIGHT | HARRY JAMES POTTER

Pairing: Harry James Potter x Reader

Warnings: I think no important warning :)

Last Friday night, you end up sleeping with Harry Potter after having a few drinks. English is not my native language so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes.

Saturday morning arrived at Hogwarts as a long-awaited birthday. Everyone had spent the entire week walking to each class, patiently wishing the weekend would come. Slytherin and Gryffindor were scheduled for a Quidditch match at 6:00 pm and many clubs were meeting during the day. Almost no one chose to stay inside the castle due to the extravagant weather, but few even woke up.

Y/n and Harry were one of those few people. Lying together on the single bed inside the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Clinging or hugging, in any case, the distance between them is nonexistent. As a single person, the two were perfectly comfortable in a cute position, with Harry entwining Y/n's waist and Y/n fitting her face into the curve of Harry's neck.

Little did they know where they were. Harry, a Gryffindor, had planned a party together with his friend Ron; the day before, that would be in the Gryffindor common room, inviting Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff students. Y/n, Luna and Cho obviously went, not knowing the creators of the party, but still they were.

The celebration continued, as two drunk students climbed the stairs of the communal, kissing and making out until they reached the point where two excited people could no longer interrupt what they had started.

For Y/n, the last thing they remember is leaving the Ravenclaw common room and having a small competition on who could turn over the most shots of liquor at once. Potter's last memory was drinking, dancing, making fun of the Weasley's twins and drinking again.

Now they are in a deep sleep. Even with the strong sunlight hitting their faces, none dared to move a muscle, probably the side effects of drinking; The Hangover.

Or something simpler, like having sex until dawn.

"Hey Harry... Oh my God, did Potter really take a girl yesterday?!" George says entering the dorm and being surprised to see Harry and Y/n so close together as they sleep. Or rather, woke up.

At this point the noise of the bedroom door woke them both at the same time, even sleepy they didn't understand anything.

Narration Y/n

"No no no and no!" I repeat it several times as I force my body to sit up. Everything, exactly everything is different! "W... What am I doing here?" I ask incredulously to a tall, red-haired boy who is leaning against the doorframe.

"Good morning..." As music the boy hummed, smiling in amusement and shifting his gaze to a boy beside me.

"Look, I don't want to be boring or spoil the couple atmosphere between you guys, but practice will start in 30 minutes and my friend Harry needs to be ready for tonight."

The boy continued, still smiling as if the situation was hilarious. Before leaving and closing the bedroom door, he gives both of us a wink.

"Wait a minute…" The brunette next to me mumbles, taking his hands from my waist and sitting down on the bed beside me. "What happened between us?" His messy hair and his face showing that he's just woken up indicates that neither he nor I know what happened the night before.

"II don't know," I admit, my voice cracking. In fact I'm more lost than anyone here. "Where are we?" I continue, still finding the red and airy place strange.

"What?" He laughs at my question, rubbing his face and rubbing his eyes "We're in the boys' dormitory, where else would we be? Only if..." The boy instantly stops with what he's doing and stares at me, widening his eyes and rolling his gaze for all my face, hair and neck. "Aren't you a Gryffindor?" His curious question surprised me... Of course I'm not a Gryffindor!

"Oh, no?" In a questioning tone, I practically failed to laugh. Me? Gryffindor? Only if it's in another life! "I am Ravenclaw just like the rest of my family!" I say the obvious.

"Then it's clear why you don't recognize the place." He states, returning with a light, confused expression, "Your common room is in the next tower, dear." In amusement, a sly smile appeared on the brunette's face.

"But then what the hell do I do in your room and in your bed?" I ask running my hands through my hair and tying it into a loose bun. Personally I'm really scared of the answer, but it relieves me to know that I didn't do anything last night...or at least nothing I can remember.

"Do you know your name?" he asks, looking at me intently.

"Know"

"Then it's not amnesia. Now, I'm sure if we had sex yesterday, we'd know." He speaks firmly and winks at me, making me blush heavily.

I've never had sex before, I'm a virgin and I know it. Of course if my first time was at a time when I was drunk, it would probably leave me confused, frustrated and sad. But it's not the case.

"Well, as much as I want to know why a cute girl wakes up in my bed first thing in the morning, I really need to go to Quidditch practice so let's move on to the next one" He says taking my hand and placing a kiss in it, making me blush even more.

We turned to opposite sides and got up off the bed, balancing ourselves and making the sleep go away completely.

"Wait a minute... Why am I just wearing a wool dress?" I ask widening my eyes and touching the warm fabric. "I… II don't even have a wool dress!" Completely startled, my tone rose, letting out a thin scream.

"Hmm... Well, this isn't a dress, it's my Gryffindor sweater" Harry comments, making me quickly raise my hand and cover my mouth, avoiding screaming any louder. "Look... I don't know where my shirt is either so... You're not the only one if it makes you better."

He says trying to comfort me with a small smile. I can see that he already understood everything.

Drug, drug, drug, a thousand times drug!

"Please don't tell me we had sex yesterday!" I plead with the boy, sitting back down on the bed. He was already losing his balance with shock.

"It's okay, I don't say" He replies, picking up his belt from the floor and putting it around his pants...

"I mean…be honest about what you think." I demand standing on the bed and facing the tall boy, who is now the same height as me.

"Want to know what I think about what happened?" he asks, stopping fastening his belt and looking me deep in the eyes. For some reason he can see all my insecurities about it, making him take my hands and squeeze them.

"I do want to," I say, then biting my lower lip

"In my opinion, we had drinks at the party yesterday, went upstairs to the boys' dorm, and then…" He trails off, looking away from the bed and then back to me again. "...Then we had sex for hours until we forgot we should have gone back to our common rooms"

"Hey!" I catch his eye, arching an eyebrow "I thought you were going to say something cute!" I chide, feeling a pang of sadness attack me. Of course, I wish it had been different! My first time should have been a time where rather; I remembered what happened the next morning!

"Love, it wasn't cute what we did, it was sexy!" He chuckled, releasing my hands and walking around the room, looking for his shirt.

"It's just…well" I try to hesitate to speak, but something tells me I need to tell him this, "Considering it was my first time, I really wish I'd remembered that." Complete, biting his lip more nervously. I sit up in bed and look up at the brunette, who has started to stare at me with mixed feelings covering the tension.

Confusion? Repentance? I didn't even know...

"I'm sorry you don't remember how it went" He replies after a few seconds, in a tone above audible, walking towards me. "Everyone says a girl's first time has to be important, and I agree with that!" He speaks, taking my hands again and pulling me, forcing me off the bed.

I stare at our hands together and then look at her bright green irises;

"Look, I want you to know that; regardless of whether we're drunk or not, it doesn't change the fact that it must have been awesome. If it was horrible we probably wouldn't have woken up in the same bed !" The taller one asks making me laugh weakly along with him. Soon he leans closer, bringing our bodies together and kissing my forehead, bringing his hands to the hem of my dress, I mean sweater.

He pulls on the outfit, catching me off guard, the little force used to lift the piece and get it off my body made him smile playfully, leaving me with just a white t-shirt and my underwear underneath.

"Now, if you don't mind I really need these two clothes" He asks as he laughs in my face, which shows the shock I took when I thought I would only be wearing underwear.

"Su-sure..." I come back to reality, taking the shirt from my body and giving it to him, who runs his gaze over my body discreetly and then bites his lower lip, avoiding showing a smile covered in malice.

"Thanks, dear. If you want to get some of my clothes while you can't find your dress for me, that's no problem!" He announces, putting on his shirt and then his sweater over it. I just nod, taking a red sweatshirt from her drawer and putting it on my body, making it look like a short dress.

"See you later..." He stops talking, looking at me with some curiosity, then I realize that we haven't even introduced ourselves.

"Y/n! I mean, my name is Y/n." I mumble, pulling on a pair of the heels he was wearing last night.

"Nice name. My name is Harry Potter" He smiles with an amused expression, bending down near the door and picking up the other pair of the heels I'm looking for. "Here it is," he extends his arm, making me walk over to him and take the same, fitting my left foot.

"Thank you," I say, smiling slightly.

He gives me another wink, leaving the room and then closing the door, leaving me completely alone in the dorm.

Oh, by Merlin, I need to fix things!!

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Games

Chapter 7 to '100 Promises'

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Warnings: Swearing, violence, bullying, blood, I think that's it, but as always feel free to tell me if I missed any.

"I finally got contact lenses. I think they'll be better than my glasses. I mean, yeah, I'll probably still use them, but it's... nevermind, what do you think?" He rambled, a dorky smile on his face. "If it'll make you happy, then you look great," you said, smiling, honestly meaning your words. "I'm asking for your opinion woman, stop giving me the 'if it makes you happy' bullshit. Give me your opinion," he stated, shaking your shoulders."It looks good! I'm not used to seeing you without your glasses, but you look good!" You laughed, your words coming out in a vibrato of sorts from him shaking you. "I'm glad you think so."

"Dear gods my hair is getting long..." he muttered, running his hands through his hair, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I think it looks good," you commented, passing by the bathroom with a laundry basket. "Really? I think I kind of like it too..."

"And how much does it hurt?" He questioned. "Not that much, or so I've heard. Plus, we're getting it at the same time, so... no backing out, or I'll cut your hair," you threatened, your hold on his hand tightening a bit. "No, don't you dare. And I won't back out," he said as you dragged him into the shop. (The fact I've been threatened with that-)

"I somehow can't believe we looked like that!" You laughed, pointing at the photo on your phone. It was from high school, and you were both laughing at how dorky you both looked. "Oh gods... actually, I was kind of hot," you said, giggling a bit. "Have we really changed that much?" Niragi questioned. "Well, let's see," you said, opening the camera and telling Niragi to get into frame. He did so, and you both stuck out your tongues, the matching piercings glinting in the light. You snapped the photo, and put it side by side the one from high school. "Wow... that's a big difference, holy shit," he laughed. You snickered, and posted side by side comparison of the the photos. "Yeah. Huge difference."

"Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

You looked back at Ann, and nodded, getting up. "If she's going, I'm going with," Niragi said, getting up himself. "He said he wants to speak to (Y/N) alone. Respect to rules for once please," Ann chided, as you walked to her side. Niragi laughed, finishing with a smirk, "And since when do I listen to the rules?"

You looked back at him with a proud, yet embarrassed face. Definitely not the same Niragi from back in the real world. He was more confident than you last remembered, that was for sure. "Dude, I'll be totally fine. The least they could do is kill me," you said, a bit to nonchalantly for his tastes. "That seems like a worse case scenario, but ok." he responded, "I'm still going with you." "No, you're not. Look, I'll be fine ok? Just wait outside the door," you suggested. He scoffed, but nodded nontheless. Ann stayed quiet, watching this exchange. 'So... is that all it takes to convince him? Really? All we needed was this girl?' Were her thoughts.

"Oh good, you're here!" Hatter exclaimed as soon as you walked in. Ann stayed outside, and shut the doors behind you. You nodded. Was he happy or just extremely charismatic? You didn't know, but whatever it was, it was nice. It made you feel like you were talking to someone you knew. Like the pleasant ladies from your apartment complex. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Where are we?" You asked as you got off the train. "I don't know. Just took a random train. You said you wanted another adventure," he replied. You gasped. "Niragi Suguru, you did not," you said, grabbing onto his hand to make sure you didn't lose him in the large crowd. "I did. And what of it?" He asked, dragging you out. "Oh my gods... Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but which city are we in?" You asked one of the people who worked there. They smiled and answered with, "Shinjuku. Are you lost?" You shook your head. "No, we'll be fine. Thank you very much!" You said. Niragi dragged you to the exit. "I don't look presentable to be in Shinjuku right now, Niragi," you said, hiding your face. "You always look nice though. And it's called opportunity. I took it, and now we're here. So, let's take advantage of this, yeah?"

Hatter sat you down. "From what Ann and Aguni reported back to me, you're a quick thinker. Great shot apparently. They were both very impressed," he started. You smiled. "I'm honored they felt that way," you said. Hatter chuckled. "Well, Ann said you'd do well in either position of a militant or an executive. And it's just your luck the precious person who held number 7 recently... died. The games, obviously. Before you came here, actually. Maybe it was a sign it was meant to be yours. And, since you've proven yourself useful, I think it's a good idea," Hatter said, rambling a bit. "That's a bit too high for me, isn't it?" You questioned. You had just gotten here, you couldn't possibly be up that high already. "Uh... no. It's not. So, as of today, you shall be a militant," he said dramatically. You laughed, thanking him as he gave you a wristband with the number seven written on the blue tag. You slipped it on your wrist. "Oh, and just so you know, Aguni will most likely take you under his wing. The militants are mostly guys, so be careful. And... uh... your friend can help you find everything. He'll also show you to your new room. That is all. Goodbye now," he said cheerfully. You smiled brightly, thanking him.

You opened the door to leave, seeing Niragi leaning on the wall across the door. You smiled, closing the door softly behind you. "I'm back," you said. He nodded, "I can see that." "Can you really? You have your contact lenses?" You asked, skeptical. He nodded his head. "Surprisingly," he added. "Hmm... and for how many more days do you have them?" You questioned as he led you through the hotel. "Well, I've been in the borderland about 2 and a half weeks-"

"Woah, hold up... you'd been gone for six months up in the real world-"

"Well, I'm starting to think time runs differently in both places. Because no way in hell have I been here 6 months."

"Ok... continue on."

You two talked about whatever came to mind just like you used to. It was like you never skipped a beat. He lead you down into where they kept the weapons. "Only milatants and Hatter are allowed down here. This is the basement, and also where we keep the weapons. So, take your pick," he said, a smirk on his face. "You're a bit to proud of this aren't you?" You asked, looking over the different weapons. "Maybe," he responded. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, you could just hear it in his voice. You picked out a knife that had a strap around. You also picked up a riffle similar to Niragi's, and turned to face him. "Ok, I'm good," you said. "Tomorrow, the militants are heading out on a supply run. Which means you now too. You can wear actual clothes now, isn't that fun?" He joked. You rolled your eyes shoving him playfully. He ran his tongue over his teeth. "That's really how you want to play, huh (L/N)?" He asked. You could hear the tone behind his words. The tone that meant run or your fucked, because whatever game he's scheming will end with you caught. It was quite normal for you two. Playing games with each other was a hobby back in the real world. Didn't matter how childish or immature they were. "Ouch, my last name? That hurts... Suguru." (Is that his last name or his first name? I don't know, I've been treating it as his last name, but I'm probably wrong) You giggled, running off. There was probably tons of places to hide inside the basement, and probably even more places throughout the beach.

"How was last night? Did you have fun?" He teased as soon as you woke up. You rolled your eyes. "Don't even talk to me about last night. Another disappointment," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "Damn. That bad, huh?" He said, handing you a mug with coffee in it. You took a sip, and smiled. Perfect... He always made really good coffee, and it impressed you. "Yeah... definitely that bad. I heard him leave this morning, let's hope he never comes back," you said. Niragi laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee. The sunlight came in through the sliding glass door of your apartment. The sky was painted with pinks and purples. Gold dusted the clouds as the sun touched them. It was perfectly picturesque. "One day, we won't have to live in a sucky apartment building, you know? I promise you that one day we'll have... I don't know where do you want to live?" He asked you. You both walked over to the couch, sitting next to eachother. "I don't know... I'd go anywhere as long as I can still have my best friend with me.''

"Come on out, (Y/N). I'll find you sooner or later. We need sleep," he shouted. You stifled a laugh, and crouched down, sneaking around. You could see him looking around for you. You moved backwards, bumping into someone. You slowly turned around. It was the guys Niragi had introduced as 'Last Boss'.

Throughout the day, you had actually had the opportunity to talk to him a bit. More like you talked, while he observed you, occasionally making a sound of sorts to show you he was listening. He'd also answered your questions, so you thought he wouldnt be that bad. You made the quiet signal, putting a finger to your lips. He looked down quizzically. "Playing a game. Can't let him find me. Wanna join?" You whispered to the mysterious man. He nodded slightly, still a bit confused. "Ok, the objective is to not get caught by Niragi. He doesn't know you're playing yet, so I'll figure something out... oh, I got it! You go hide," you whisper shouted, shooing him off. He went to go hide, and you climbed to the top of one of the darker places. "A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders!" You shouted. You heard Niragi laugh. "Dumbass! You're letting me know where you are!" You smirked. That's what you wanted him to think.

"Oh nice! You got his glasses that's 20 points!" The boys shouted. You struggled to get out of the ropes tied your hands together. You heard Niragi groan, and looked up, seeing him on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Niragi!" You shouted in worry. He looked over at you, before one of the guys kicked his face into the ground. You struggled against the ropes the boys had tied around your wrist. It dug into your skin, you could feel the skin being rubbed raw from how much you had struggled against them ."So useless without eachother, huh?" One of them taunted. "Stop hurting him!" You yelled, squirming. "Oh? Would you rather we harm you then? You were always such a pretty girl... to bad you decided to defend him," the leader of their little group said, kneeling in front of you. "I don't give a damn if you hurt me. Stop hurting him!' You shouted. "(Y-y/N), don't," Niragi said, before one of the bullies kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, screwing his eyes shut. "Stop it! He didn't do anything to you!" You screamed, struggling even more, the ropes creating rope burn on your skin. "It's not a vengeance thing. It's fun," the leader said, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. You glared at him in disgust, wanting so badly to just hit him, or spit on him in the moment. But you didn't. You didn't because you knew if you did either you or Niragi would get hurt. More likely Niragi, since they knew he was your weakness. "Just like it's fun making girls like you submit," he added with a smirk. "Don't you dare hurt her! Hurt me all you want, but don't touch her!" Niragi yelled. There was confidence in his words, but you also knew how scared he was. You could see it on his face. "That sounds boring though. What if we just make both of you our little puppets for the night, have you both put on a show?'' One of the guys snickered. This was followed by a chorus of 'not a bad idea' and 'sounds interesting.' You looked at Niragi, fear written all over your face.

You ran quietly, and quickly, knowing he could catch up to you. You looked around the dimly lit basement, and saw the exist to go up. Your eyes caught a flash of movement, and someone grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth. You were shocked at first, going to scream bloody murder, before seeing it was Last Boss. He let you go, and you took a breath. "Oh my gods... dude that was scary," you whispered. He shrugged. "I have a place we can hide. I don't think he's smart enough to find it," He suggested, nodding his head over to Niragi. You stifled a laugh, and nodded, letting him lead you.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), are you alright?" He worriedly asked, checked on you. You hissed in pain when his hands went over the bruises. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, if I hadn't-" he started, blaming himself. You grabbed shoulders, and shook your head. "It's not your fault... it's ok," you said, sitting up. The gravel under you poked at the skin exposed from your school skirt. "I-its not ok!" He shouted. "It's... it's not ok. You shouldn't have- I could've-" he started, pulling at his hair. "Niragi. It's not your fault. You didn't... you didn't hurt me," you said, your voice calming. You grabbed his hands, pulling them towards you. You were just kids. Fucking 16 years old(not exactly a kid, but whatever), you shouldn't have to go through this stuff. No kid should. "I should be comforting you, yet here you are, making me feel better. Stop it, you're the one who-"

"Niragi, it happened to both of us. Stop acting like you're ok too."

"But- I'm supposed to... I-"

"Shut up, and come here."

He sighed, sitting besides you. You pulled his head into your lap, and he sighed. "Stop taking care of me. Stop hanging out with me, because you're the one who ends up getting hurt because of me. Please," he pleaded as you ran your fingers through his hair. "No," you responded. "(Y/N), stop being so stubborn! Please, just... just listen to me!" He shouted. You flinched at the sudden loudness. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologized, noticing when you flinched. You sighed, leaning back on the concrete wall. You muttered back something along the lines of him not having to apologize. You heard thunder, and saw a flash of lightning. "It's going to rain, we should go home," Niragi said. "Don't wanna... let's stay here?" You muttered, watching the sun get covered by the clouds. You were under a bridge, so you at least had coverage. He looked up at you, and nodded. "Ok. We can," he whispered. The raindrops began to splatter on the ground outside the coverage of the bridge, and you sighed in happiness. Niragi sat up, bringing you close to him. The smell of rain filled your senses, and you couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even if you had been in emotional and physical pain before. Being there helped numb it for a while. Being with him helped numb the feeling.

"Alright... if I were (Y/N)... where would I go?" Niragi muttered to himself, walking around. It was too quiet. You weren't a quiet person unless need be, and if he remembers correctly, which he does, you had a losing streak in hide and seek since high school. You were too giggly to hide in silence, or maybe you got scared by being alone in the dark to long. Whatever it had been, you had a losing streak for almost 8 years. That was not about to change, not if he had a say in it. A part of him said he was not acting like himself, and that playing this with you was childish. Especially in the borderlands. He knew he would have to find you either way, so he stopped caring. He remembered what she had said. A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders! 'Ok, process of elimination....'

"So, given the fact Chishiya isn't allowed down here, I think I know who she's with, and where she is. Let's see if I'm right.''

This was more memories than actual current events... oh well- hope you enjoyed, have a wonderful day/night, baii!! Oh yeah, just because this is the only place people have a problem with me posting Niragi stuff, if you don't like it, the block button is right there, don't send me death threats or tell me to go kms. Thank you

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #this turned out kind of cute?#it'll probably get dark soon... might be bad

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god-save-the-keen · 4 years

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Luke Danes, the most perfect man, propmt list!

1. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm great. It's big, fat, happy sunshine day for me."

2. "Name, are you a gigolo?"

3. "Ever worry that if a bird flies into your head it might never get out?"

4. "My life meant nothing until you used my toothbrush."

5. "Will you just stand still?" *Kiss her/him*

6. "Name, this thing we're doing here, me, you, I'm in. I am all in."

7. "And it's so good to have someone to share this hate with."

8. "Are trying to kill me?" *Losing his/her patience.*

9. "I just like to see you happy."

10. "When you make plans, then you have expectations, and when you have expectations, they… you will get disappointed."

11. "You know my father always told me that whatever does not kill you makes you stronger." "You're gonna be really strong."

12. "Have you seen Name1 or Name2?" "No, but have you tried the insane asylum, where everyone in this room is supposed to be."

13. "On the verge of blubbering here." "Not doing too well myself." "Not you, too." "I'm blubbering. You're freaks!"

14. "Name, what is it exactly that you want me to do? I'm not mad, I'm not holding a grudge, I heard your apology, I feel I'm being polite, I listened to your donut bit, I got you your coffee. What would make you happy?"

15. "Go to hell!" "Right back at ya!"

16. "You ate that?" "No, I didn't eat it!" "Oh, of course." "I'm upset not suicidal!"

17. "He's systematically buying up the town. He's gonna turn it into Nameville, where everyone will have to wear cardigans and have the same grass height!"

18. *About a messy room* "I'm having nightmares where I'm being chased by boxes with arms and they tackle me and throw clothes on top of me and secure it with masking tape and while I'm lying there, you're standing in the corner laughing putting gel in your hair!"

19. "You know what?" "What?" "This is nice."

20. "We should have eaten before we came." "Shh! And, yeah."

21. "Name1, this is Name2. She/He owns the Independence Inn." "Oh." "That's "hello, nice to meet you" in slacker."

22. "So are you going to act?" "Yes, I am. I'm going to act like you never came in here."

23. "That's it, gets upstairs and change." "Whatever you say, Uncle/Aunt Name." "It's Name. Just Name. Mister Name. In fact, don't address me at all!"

24. "You're really just gonna stand there and watch me eat a Danish?" "Cable's out. I'm starved for entertainment."

25. "Me? Raising a kid? I don't even like kids. They're always sticky like they've got jam on their hands. Even if there's no jam in the house, somehow, they've always got jam on their hands! I'm not the right guy to deal with that. I have no patience for jam hands!"

26. "That's what you want?" "Yes." "That's really what you want?" "Yes!" "You got it." "Thank you!" "You're welcome!" *As they cross over a bridge, Person1 pushes Person 2 into the water.*

27. "Can I ask you stupid questions?" "There's no such thing." *Frustrated* "How does the ink come out of pens?!" "Okay, there is such a thing."

28. "I think you can hack anything."

29. "I guess if you can find that one person, you know, who's willing to put up with all your crap and doesn't want to change you or dress you, or you know, make you eat French food, then marriage can be all right...but that's only if you find that person."

30. "Crazy people. The whole town should be medicated and put in a rec room with ping-pong tables and hand puppets."

31. "Doesn't matter what time it is. I'll always be around."

32. "I warned him/her. I warned him/her when I first met him/her, if he hurt her/him...Ah. Maybe I could key his/her car." "Better yet. Key Name1's car and tell him/her Name2 did it."

33. "Get away from me you mental patient!"

34. "Is this bothering you?" "This conversation? Yes."

35. "I hate that he/she's pleased."

36. "Hamsters can't laugh." "Oh, this one laughed - trust me."

37. "Your mother called me an idiot."

38. "C'mon, you gotta think positive here. Bright side, good thoughts. Rainbows, unicorns. *slowing down* Clowns. *Pause* Little ... cute ... *Longer pause*... furry ... *Giving up* Okay, I'm out."

39. "I can't imagine anyone seeing you as a disappointment."

40. "That's the wrong table." "Since when is there a right table?" "Since the coffee cake I baked for you and the stupid balloons I blew up for you are at that table over there."

41. "Will you marry me?" "What?!" "Just...looking for something to shut you up."

42. "This is not an herbal tea morning. This is a coffee morning." "Every morning for you is a coffee morning."

43. "It's like my life isn't even real to me, unless you're there, and you're in it, and I'm sharing it with you."

44. "I never thought in my wildest dreams that it would happen, that you and me would happen. But we did it."

45. "Don’t add stuff from your to do list to my to do list."

46. "You wanted something festive." "You made me a Santa burger." "It's not a big deal."

47. "The only way out of this life is in a body bag."

48. "Listen, I know I'm not the easiest guy/girl in the world to build a life with and to share a house with, but there is no one who will be more here for you than me. I will never leave. I will never think about leaving."

49. "You won't have to hear my opinion on anything ever again, okay?" "Oh, don't tease."

50. "The things you find amusing astound me sometimes."

51. "Wow, I feel important." "You are important."

52. "Last time you gathered up some of my stuff, you accidentally brought me four bras/brief and no pants." "That could've been intentional."

53. "God, that's terrible! It's like drinking 'My little pony'!"

54. "We kissed." "I remember." "It was a great kiss." "Yeah." "So you concur?" "Dear god, yes."

55. "All you need is six dancing penguins and Mary Poppins floating in the corner--" "--to bring back two of the worst hours of my childhood!"

56. "An ice rink? How did this happen?" "Jack Frost brought it." "Did he look like Name Lastname?" "A little. Not as handsome/gorgeous."

57. "Your slave is here." "And where's the french maid outfit?" "I've got it under the plaid."

58. "You kept this in your wallet." "Eight years."

59. *Awkwardly grabbing the another person's head* "I'm not good at hugging."

60. "I'm prepared to jump up and down if necessary."

61. "I can be a movie guy/girl. You like movies."

62. "You're watching me watch the movie. It's creepy."

63. "I shouldn't have gotten into a business that involves dealing with people."

64. "It just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color." "I think I'm blacking out."

65. "Keeping tabs on me?" "Always safer to know which direction the tornado's coming from "

66. "Fresh coffee will be ready in a minute unless you want to just roll up a dollar bill and go nuts."

67. "What the hell was that?"

68. "The only bright side of my day is being asked to be a prostitute." "That's something to cling to."

69. "What? Relationships? Look who you're asking."

70. "You enjoy typing to people more than talking to them?"

Use it, shared them, ask for a request, have fun! ❣️

#luke danes #luke gilmore girls #gilmore girls #writing prompt #prompt list #ask prompt #prompt #dialogue prompts #daily prompt #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction

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chikkou · 3 years

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Talk more abt your interests or we're selling you to 1 direction(jk I just like listening to you ramble about things cause you have a lot of cool and indepth opinions)

OH GOD OH FUCK PLEASE DONT SELL ME MOM AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

honestly its SO sweet to ask this and im rly glad u guys dont mind when i ramble about shit no one knows or cares about LMAO... i honestly struggle to reel it in sometimes bc i can just go tf off kdfgd

one hyperfixation i rarely have the opportunity to talk about on here is my lifelong OBSESSION with fairy tales and folklore.. ever since i was a kid ive been in love with all kinds of fairy tales!! im very partial to the brothers grimm because they just collected so many of these stories, but i have a very special love for lesser known ones, and ESPECIALLY the original versions of popular ones bc they tend to be so much more different than people know

for example did u know that in snow white, the apple was the evil queens THIRD attempt to kill snow white? the first two attempts were a corset tied too tightly and a poisoned comb, both of which were thwarted by the dwarves coming home from work like 5 minutes later dgkfjgndf

and did u ALSO know that that story ends with the evil queen being invited to the wedding of snow white and the prince, only for them to force her to dance in red-hot iron shoes until she died?? they really didnt play in those stories LMAO

what i find really fascinating about these kinds of folklore (and this applies to general mythology too) is that a lot of times you can easily tell which stories were originally the same story that got either repurposed or retold with different details, as almost every fairy tale was originally shared orally, and therefore details were changed and/or were forgotten between tellings.

for example, there was a fairy tale i read years ago about a character named buh nansi who was caught stealing from a king and was captured. as the king decided what to do with him, buh nansi begged not to be thrown into the ocean as he could not swim and would surely die. the king decided to throw him into the sea, and buh nansi swam away freely as he told the king that the ocean was his home and hed just set him free.

there was ANOTHER one i read abt a selfish rabbit who refused to help the other animals dig a well, and so was banned from using it. however the rabbit ended up drinking from it anyway, and as punishment, the animals created a wolf out of tar to keep it away. the rabbit first reacts accordingly, but when it tries to talk to the wolf and the wolf doesnt answer, it gets angry at the disrespect and swings at the wolf, causing it to get stuck in the tar. the animals find the rabbit the next day and try to decide what to do with it, so the rabbit begs them not to throw it into the thicket, which they of course do. the thicket catches the tar and sets the rabbit free, and it brags that the thicket is its home before it runs off. sound familiar?

if not, let me spoil it for you - both of these stories are more modernly associated with the uncle remus br’er rabbit fairy tales (these were some of my favorites as a kid). the br’er rabbit story is that br’er fox, who is br’er rabbits enemy, wants to capture him, so he sets up a tar doll (or tar baby; incidentally, this is a VERY racist term now LMAO) in the road to trap him. br’er rabbit comes upon the doll and bids it good morning, but the doll (obviously) doesnt answer. br’er rabbit gets angry at the disrespect and eventually tries to smack the doll, which of course gets him stuck fast to the tar. br’er fox comes along and grabs br’er rabbit as he decides what to do with him. br’er rabbit begs the fox to do whatever he wants, as long as he does not throw him into the briar-patch (its just thorny brambles basically), which he is deathly afraid of. this of course prompts the fox to throw the rabbit into the brambles, which sets the rabbit free and he escapes while bragging that the briar-patch is his home

all three of these stories are essentially the same tale retold very differently - and, fun fact, “buh nansi” is actually anansi, a trickster god seen in a LOT of west african and caribbean folklore. also, both “br’er” and “buh” mean “brother” (which becomes obvious if u say them out loud LMAO), and are used as terms of respect. br’er rabbit is a little more new than buh nansi and the rabbit story - the uncle remus collection was published originally in the late 1800s, while the other stories have likely persisted for centuries. transparently, br’er rabbit is an amalgamation of these two stories (and probably many others), and was repurposed to fit the environment that the storytellers were in; in this case, they would have been slaves living on southern plantations, thus why the story had to be retold to cut out anansi (a non-christian god). almost every br’er rabbit story i can think of is actually a retelling of a traditional west african fairy tale, updated to suit their circumstances.

its honestly pretty fucking fascinating, and there are quite a few stories that share a lot of commonalities like this if you look! not just the southern folklore either, but pretty much any folklore you can think of dates back much, much farther than you might know. as a quick thing, if youve ever heard of the “firmament” in the bible, that is referring to a layer of water surrounding the earth which was believed to cause rain and, if too much water fell onto the earth, floods. but, if you can believe it, this did NOT originate with the bible - the idea of the firmament is actually a holdover from babylonian mythology, which makes perfect sense as the writers of the bible would have been IN babylon at the time of the firmaments inclusion, and therefore would have been influenced by its own folklore!

ok i can talk about this forever so im gonna stop myself here but like. yeah fairytales and shit are fucking cool LMAO

#anya's anons #long post #thank u for opening the floodgates LMAOOO

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mrsmaybankhere · 4 years

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GLASS HEART - CHAPTER 1

As soon as Charlie opened her green eyes, her hand went to the necklace on her neck, holding tight on the delicate gold rose pendant.

"Thank you, Rose!" She whispered with a smile on her full lips, now can fully starting the day off. This became a important part of her morning routine because a few weeks ago opening her eyes was a miracle. And Rose saved her and she will never get the chance to thank her for it. So she will do it every day for the rest of this new life.

After changing her sleep clothes into something more decent, she was really energic while crashing into the kitchen where her father and Rose are drinking their coffee, waiting for the rest of the house to finally get up. Of course she is the first one coming to the breakfast. Sarah takes a lot to get ready into the morning, Rafe probably overslept like always and Wheezie is just too lazy to move that quickly.

"Good morning!" Her smile was big as she took a sit at the table. That placed a smile on Ward's face as well.

"Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?" The large scar on her chest is quite visible with the tank top she put on this time and she immediately regreted it. He was always thinking about it anyway, she don't have to shove the memory of it in his face too.

"Never been better."

On the table are a lot of fruits, pancakes and eggs, but she felt like eating fruits this morning. And maybe some green tea. Today is gonna be a long full day. If until now she only went out for a quick walk in the neighborhood or for groceries, today is the big day.

"We are so happy to hear that. But don't forget to-..."

"Yes dad, I will tell you if something is wrong. Stop thinking about it, please?" Ward became soft at her pleading look, so he just nodded while holding the hand of her wife. Her name it was the same name with the girl who saved her. That's probably the only thing Charlie loved about her. Beside this, she was just fine.

Soon they started eating and Wheezie joined them too with not too much enjoyment, busy playing some game on her phone. But as soon as they heard screams coming from upstairs, they knew that Sarah and Rafe are finally up and ready for the day, starting with a screaming match just like always. It was their routine and Charlie was glad that she can finally hear and see them in same time because not too long ago, she was just listening from her room that was exactly the same with a hospital one. She was grateful for every little moment.

"No, she deserves something good! Not some Kook awful full of d-..."

"God! Can you get off my ass, Sarah? It's too early for this shit." Rafe groaned and Ward muttered something under his breath.

"There we go again..." Rose muttered, exhausted with their daily fights. Charlie had to try her best not to laugh.

"You're the only one talking shit here, asshole!"

They walked into the kitchen, earning a warning glare from their father. Wheezie was really excited, she loved the drama and thank God this family had a lot of it. Charlie only heard about it, she wasn't quite there to live it with them.

"First, language. Second, good morning. It's a pleasure to have a nice family breakfast." He said sarcastically and Rafe whispered a "you're welcome". "What were you two arguing about this time?" Ward was being serious, but Charlie couldn't keep her laugh in anymore so she just laughed. Rafe ruffled her blonde hair as he walked behind her chair to sit down into his right next to her like they always do.

"'Morning. How are-..." He asked her with a lower voice, only for her to hear it and ignoring Ward who was expecting an answer.

"Please, don't end this question. I'm good. Very good actually." She can understand their reasons to be worried, but that was in the past and the present is different now. Her heart is different now.

"Well, excuse me then." He talks while throwing some grapes into his mouth and she winked at him, making him chuckle.

"It was nothing" Sarah muttered instead of Rafe and then her whole expression changed and everyone knew that face: the pleading, innocent look she do when she wants something. "Can we sleep to Kie's tonight?"

Charlie knew Kiera Carrera and she actually liked her, but they never really talked. No one from outside of the family was able to enter her private "hospital" room and that's why she doesn't have friends at all. She was too busy not dying to actually talk with someone. But tonight is gonna be a party and Sarah doesn't want to get back home afterwards; probably because of her boyfriend. Charlie never met him, but she could tell that her sister was totally in love with him.

"We want a girls night for Charlie. She never had one." Sarah wasn't playing nice, using Charlie to easily get what she wants, but she was beyond happy to finally have her sister back and she was ready to show her what being a teenager really means.

"Yes, fine. Just take care of you and call me anytime, okay?" He smiled at them and Rafe growled.

It's not something new for the ones in the house that Charlie was Rafe's favourite human ever. He never cared that much about someone or at least he never really showed it for anyone else beside the blonde girl. On her bad nights and days, he wouldn't leave her side. He would talk to her for hours, telling her about what's happening at the high school, the last gossip on the island or even telling her jokes, even if she couldn't laugh at them. Some nights were so bad that she didn't even remembered him being there. But he was there for his favourite person and now hearing that she will meet the Pogues, the ones he hates so much, irritated him more than he thought it will. What if they will change her and her opinion about him?

The rest of the breakfast was quite and it was something new for the Camerons, but as soon as Rose and Ward left the house, Charlie realized it wasn't over yet.

"I'm so not agreeing with this. I don't want her near them." Rafe said while following the girls outside of the house. Today was also a shopping day; she really needs new nice clothes since most of them are just large plain t-shirt and shorts. She needs new interesting thing, especially for the party. Her first party ever. If going to a party at five years old doesn't get count.

"We didn't asked you, Rafe." Sarah said as she played with her keys between her fingers right in front of Rafe's eyes. He was ready to kill her with his glare and Sarah totally loved that.

"Well, why can't you just come with us?" Charlie softly talks from behind them, in ignorance of the cause. Of course she knew about the constant fighting between Kooks and Pogues, but she didn't know how messy things can get when they all get together in the same place.

So Sarah was quick to say no, but Rafe's smirk grew even quicker on his lips.

"Anything for you, princess."

***

The first day as a normal teenager went good, actually really good until now. They went through every store they find and they bought everything they liked, not really caring about money as they weren't a problem, just as their father told them. And when Charlie looked at her in the full length mirror while dressed in some short jeans and a white floral crop with some makeup on and some loose curls in her blonde long hair, she didn't believed she was the same girl that was dying a few weeks ago. Her scar was successfully covered by the piece of cloth and she was happy about that. She wasn't trying to hide it as she was proud about living it to show it off, but Sarah already warned her. "They say I'm the princess of the Kooks, well...Sis, they also say that you are the princess of the whole island." She was a riddle, a mistery, a name without a face and there are probably less than five people on the whole island that actually met her once. But things are gonna change tonight and she is totally ready for it.

Rafe wasn't home when they left the house and she kinda wished he was, but they will meet at the party anyway. Sarah wasn't too happy about it and Charlie can't understand why. Rafe is amazing and the best brother she could ever ask for...For her at least.

A curly short girl was already waiting for them outside of Carrera's house and she quickly jumped into the car, a backpack on her left shoulder and a bright smile on her lips. Charlie immediately compared herself to Kie; she was so beautiful and her skin was tan and flawless. Charlie's skin is pale, almost white and literally blank. There wasn't anything special about her.

"Hello girls. Ready to have some fun tonight?" Kie laughed and kissed their cheeks. "I'm really happy to have you here with us, Charlie. You look amazing."

Yes, she looked amazing for someone who was dying. Not amazing in the full meaning of the word. But she smiled anyway.

"Thank you, Kie. You look so beautiful."

"Oh, shut up already. We all are beautiful." Sarah said with a smile as she drove to the other part of the island and they all giggled.

The short car ride was funny and felt like fresh air for Charlie, knowing what's coming next. They jumped out of the car and Kie and Sarah got out some alcohol bottles from their backpacks. Charlie actually packed some clothes and personal stuffs and she thought her sister did the same. She should have known better.

"A lot of tourons are already here." Kie said excited for the party and she grabbed Charlie hand; they pulled her into the middle of it where three boys were surrounded by tourons. Some reggae music was blasting and Charlie smiled because the vibe was already nice and chill, ignoring all the looks that are throwed in her direction. People are talking while looking at her, but she tried to ignore it all. Nothing can ruin her first night out.

"Kie! Come here, we're almost out of beer!" A tall blonde boy screamed at the curly girl and they quickly found their way into the crowd, pushing the others away to meet their friends. Charlie can't read their faces, but she can tell that the blonde boy from earlier wasn't too happy to see her. But why? They didn't even knew each other.

People started dancing around to the music, everyone was drinking and smoking, a strong smell of weed coming right from the boy that had a joint between his lips.

"Charlie, he's John B. My boyfriend." They smiled so beautiful at each other. "John B, she's my sister, Charlie."

"You're really cute together." Charlie said with a smile and Sarah melted, beyond happy to see them talking.

"Is nice to finally get to meet you. I was beginning to wonder if you really exist or S-..."

"Why would you say that, dumbass?" A brunette boy asked and smiled to Charlie, kinda sweet that he was thinking at her emotions, but she didn't minded his question. She actually laughed at it. "I'm Pope, nice to meet you and please ignore all the stupid things he's gonna say."

"Nice to meet you too." Pope looked around like he was looking especially for someone who wasn't there, but he eventually found what he was searching for. "That blonde grumpy guy...He's JJ, but for your own good, don't talk to him."

Charlie couldn't keep her mouth closed, her curiosity eating her inside as she asked with a frown that put her brows closer together. She turned her head to the side, looking at the boy who was leaning on a tree, a beer in his hands and the stinky joint still in his mouth. He looked devastated; Charlie can recognize pain from miles away as she was in this state for all her life.

"Why not?"

"It's-...It's for the better." He realized he may say too much and he only talked to her for like two minutes.

"Guys, come here!" Kie screamed after them since they were left behind and Charlie followed Pope with a casual fake smile. She felt a knot in her stomach as she caught the exact moment when Pope looked down to her chest. He wasn't able to see the scar or anything else, but he looked at it and gulped down and that has to mean something.

She turned her head again to look at the sad blonde boy and he was still there, but now he was also looking at her. A cold shiver runned on Charlie's spine at their intense visual contact. There was something in his eyes. These dark eyes were looking through her and at her in the same time, fulled with despise, hate, terror. All of them.

When you felt that pain in your life, that kind of pain when you get to the point when you beg God to show you mercy and ended it all, you can recognize it to another. And this JJ...He definitely feels it now.

After gulped down her first cup of beer and Sarah hugged her, happily that she actually enjoyed the party, she managed to escape the supervision of her sister and with tiny calculated steps she walked to the old tree the mysterious guy was leaning on. She took a gasp of air and her fingers randomly played at her back, feeling how emotions took control over her.

"Hey! I was-..." Her voice pathetically cracked when he moved his eyes from looking down to looking right into hers. They are a special color; a deep icy blue, reminding her of a storm in the middle of the ocean.

"I am-..." She tried to speak again, hoping that she won't get laughed at, but he stopped her when his expression changed to surprise and he talked before she even had the chance to say her name.

"Rose?"

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The Baby Project || M.YG || 13

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" Do I really have to go?" Jaehyuk asked while looking at you with puppy eyes.

" I'm sorry Hyuk, but you know that I don't go over this. But hey, there's a paper in your bag with numbers. If you miss either of us, ask one of the adults to let them call that number okay?" You told him as he nodded sadly.

You ran your hand trough his hair and sighed, giving him a kiss on his forehead before going back to packing his bags for him. It was now the start of your little holiday, meaning that you and Yoongi both were a week free from school and could go home for the time being. It sadly also meant that Jaehyuk would be going to the adoption house for that amount of time too.

" Hey, you're a big strong guy right?" Yoongi asked as he walked into the room, greeting you with a casual touch by your side before kneeling down on eye level by Jaehyuk.

Jaehyuk nodded.

" Even big strong guys can miss their family, did you know that?" Yoongi said gently.

Jaehyuk shook his head.

" Well, they always do. Everyone does, it's normal. That's why they call. So don't be afraid to call us okay? We're always aviable for you." Yoongi told him gently, smiling softly at him.

Jaehyuk nodded.

" Do you ever miss your family dada?" He asked.

Yoongi was quiet for a moment, not really expecting the question.

" Yes. Sometimes I do yeah. I also call them when I miss them." Yoongi told him.

Jaehyuk nodded.

" Then big strong guys really do miss their family too sometime huh?" Jaehyuk smiled.

Yoongi smiled and nodded, pulling the boy into a hug.

" C'mon guys, it's time to head downstairs." You said as Yoongi nodded.

" Can you carry me downstairs?" Jaehyuk asked, using his puppy eyes.

Yoongi squinted his eyes with a smile and a pout, pretending to think.

" Fine, but only because I don't want to let you go." Yoongi ruffled his hair before picking him up.

Meanwhile you took Jaehyuk's two bags and opened the door, letting all of you out.

" I hope he wasn't too much of a trouble." The adoption house lady smiled as she took Jaehyuk's bags from you.

" Oh, did you go shopping with him?" She asked you with a suprised tone.

" Yes, he didn't have a lot of clothes with him so we decided to spoil him a little." You told her.

" Oh, well, okay. Well, we have to go before the bus leaves without us. Let's go Jaehyuk, say goodbye to the others." The woman said as Jaehyuk pouted sadly and waved to you and Yoongi as he got pulled away.

" He'll be alright, and he will come back." Yoongi murmured quietly once the bus left, loud enough only for you to hear.

You grabbed his hand in response and pulled him a tiny bit closer.

" Yes he will." You wishpered back.

" Alright kids, so how does it feel to watch over little rascals much like yourself?" Your teacher greeted you all in the 'party' room of the apartment building.

There was a mixed opinion in the answers.

" Yes, it's hard I know. Tough I do have to complement you on how you're all holding up. You're doing great! However the duos of apartment 627 and 543, you will have to stay behind after this information afternoon, we had some complaints about you two." The teacher continued, and you were sure that Bambam would be in one of those groups.

" Also, I have called you all because we decided on little changes for the last month. The first, and most important, change is that you all will be starting on your lessons again. Yay! But it will only be half days, you either have a morning from nine to twelve or an afternoon from one to four. In the first week after the holiday, the girls will have morning classes from monday to wednesday and the boys on thursday and friday, the other week it's the otherway around, and so on. The second announcement is that we're trying to get an excursion going. We're not sure to where yet, but for more of that, you'll be hearing of us. That was all! Have fun in your week of freedom and be on time next week on monday!" Your teacher said as everyone packed up their stuff and started leaving the room.

" So, when will you leave?" Yoongi asked as the both of you were packing your bags.

" Tomorrow afternoon, you?" You asked as you stopped folding your clothes for a second.

" Probably after the weekend." He shrugged.

You nodded.

" Hey, umm. Now that Jaehyuk is out for a moment, and we don't have to worry about him, do you maybe wanna go eat somewhere with me and catch a movie?" He asked, avoiding eye contact and rubbing his neck.

You smiled at his soft gesture.

" Are you asking me out on a date?" You teased him as a faint pink made it's way to his cheeks.

" Maybe. Probably. Yes." He mumbled out a response.

You smiled at his cuteness.

" I'd love that."

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By January the band was gearing up for Europe, Tommy and Heather Locklear were working out a schedule their wedding planned for May, and everything else was...well...

The Cathouse is lively as always, Duff and Slash only adding to it's noise and liveliness as they throw back shot after shot.

"So," Slash starts to me, brushing his curly hair out of his face just enough to see me. "I've been thinking about Tans and Axl, right?"

"Okay." I nod, raising my brows a little.

"If they were to get together, not that it's gonna happen because he's a fuckin' pussy but if it does happen I have the perfect name for them." He tells me. "Xanax."

Duff and I furrow our brows a little and exchange looks.

"'An' as in Tansy, 'Ax' for Axl." He explains.

"What about the first 'X' at the beginning?" Duff asks, chuckling a little.

It's as if Duff has pissed all over Slash's dream.

"Oh, damnit." Slash realizes the blonde has a point. "Nevermind."

I give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Duff laughs.

"Speaking of Tansy, you guys wouldn't happen to know where she's been the past week, would you?" I ask them and they look at each other.

"She's been hanging around Stevie and Izzy a lot, lately." Duff tells me. "Because Steven has weed and Izzy has junk."

"Izzy's been hanging out at my house with Nikki, lately." I tell him.

"We know, he said he saw you naked." Slash blurts and Duff lightly hits his shoulder.

"Well, he's like a ninja. I didn't know he was in the livingroom, Nikki didn't mention we had company over, I got out the shower and had to get my laundry out of the basket I left by the couch and there's Izzy. Just chilling there." I explain. "And I panicked a little and hit the freaking ground like I was being shot at and hid behind the couch until he agreed not to look so I could get my clothes basket."

I swear, getting to see me naked was like an unspoken right of passage. If you hung around Mötley Crüe, you were bound to see me naked at least once.

In Mobile, Alabama, after eating special brownies that—I had no idea were special until Steven spoke the words, "she ate like five of them, we're so fucked, Nikki's going to kill us" to Duff—I over did it apparently and couldn't get my legs to stop shaking so decided I would frolic around the hotel to get the jitters out...naked...with GN'R following after me like an episode of Scoobie-Doo.

They saw every bit of me that day. But I've always thought it made us closer.

"Hey!" The sound of a drunk guy slurring my way interrupts our conversation and I raise my brows.

"Yes?" I reply.

"You up for some fun tonight?!" He asks.

"No, thanks, I'm married." I politely respond, motioning to my ring.

"I didn't ask if you were fucking married. I asked if you wanna have some fun tonight." He argues.

"Look, man, she said she's married." Slash repeats what I said.

"If I wanted the opinion of a ape I would've asked!" He barks at him.

It takes me a moment to register what he meant by it, then it hits me.

Apparently it hits Duff at the same time, because he's lunging at the guy.

The stranger doesn't have time to react before Duff's punching him in the face so hard he falls down, but that isn't the last of it.

He grabs him by his collar, a completely different persona taking over him as he keeps his knuckles in a ball and gives blow after blow to the bastard until I intervene by the fifth hit.

"Duff!" I exclaim, grabbing his arm that's rearing his hand into the air, after trying to get his attention for the past ten seconds.

He takes heavy breaths, his victim's face busted and bleeding, before stumbling back, dropping the guy.

I feel like the entire club's eyes are on us.

Duff and Slash feel it, too, and Duff's grabbing at my hand as the three of us quickly make our way to the nearest exit.

Duff is one of the most level headed people I've ever met. It takes a lot to set him off, but when he is set off, it takes a while to get him calmed back down.

"Motherfucker!" Duff shouts, slamming the door of their apartment after he and I step inside.

Slash went to meet up with Steven and Tansy, leaving Duff and I alone...which is kind of the last thing I want at the moment.

"Who the fuck does that prick think he is?!" He snaps, slamming his keys on the counter.

"Duff." I say calmly as he rubs his face, trying to get control of himself. "Hey." My hand gently grasps at the hand that isn't bruising, and he let's out a deep breath. "It's just stupid bull shit, alright? People like that aren't worth losing yourself over. They'll get what's coming to them, okay?" I remind him and he sighs, his thumb beginning to rub at my hand, causing me to think about the thing that has yet to be addressed.

I find myself pulling away after the shock wears out, jolting back as if to avoid electrocution, looking at Duff with wide eyes.

"I--why did you do that?" I ask him, slightly panicked as if Nikki knows already.

He doesn't reply, just as startled by his actions as I am.

I don't give him time to reply.

"Goodnight, Duff." I say calmly, getting out of there as fast as I can.

I dart to my room and lock the door behind me, my mind and heart racing one thousand miles per hour.

Did he kiss me because I was the only girl there with him? Or because he's drunk and isn't thinking? Has he been wanting to kiss me but didn't want to disrespect me or Nikki by actually trying to do it?

Ding ding ding, we had a winner.

I let out a breath and rub my forehead, trying to get it out of my head.

He tastes like cigarettes and vodka which is a disgusting mixture but it's so Duff. It's a comforting taste.

It was a comforting kiss that, despite being so sudden and surprising, gave me a subconcious sense of peace and comfort, because it came from someone that had only ever given me peace and comfort.

A noise sounds from the closet, interrupting my thoughts, and I open the door and see Nikki slumped over, syringes, smack, and coke residue scattered about.

I clear a path through the drugs and discarded clothes, grabbing at his ankles and pulling him with all my might, out of the closet to attempt to get him to the bed.

When I get to the realization that I can't, I give up, grab a blanket from the bed and curl up next to him.

My hand carefully squeezes at his for a second before I pull it away.

I'm not even sure he remembers kissing me, he hasn't acted like it.

"Didn't you have plans with Nikki tonight?" He asks and I snap out of my thoughts, glancing at the clock to see it's 11:00pm.

"Are you good now?"

"Yeah." He replies. "I'm about to go find Steven and Slash."

"I'm gonna head home, then." I tell him, grabbing my car keys from the couch. "I'll see you later." I assure him. "Stay out of trouble." I add, stepping to the door, skipping on the hug I usually give him before we say "bye."

"No promises." He scoffs and I roll my eyes sarcastically.

"Love you." I say, opening the door.

"Love you, too." He calls back.

Alcohol changes how you go about things, it doesn't plant new intentions. And the way he kissed me let me know he'd thought about doing it for a long time...but I never would've known that had he not done it.

I light the last candle, our house looking like the meeting area for a seance once I turn all the lights off.

A romantic seance.

Nikki's suppose to be home any moment now, if he sticks to his schedule he's had the past couple weeks: wake up at 4:00pm, snort some blow to get his mind going, shower, get ready, leave for the night, get back in around 3:00am mumbling incoherently, babbling nonsense from having so much shit in his system, then pass out. And repeat.

But tonight is different, because he's been cutting back on heroin the past few days.

He hasn't told me he's cut back, but I can tell he has. He's probably preparing to kick it completely for Europe...I just hope he can stick to it.

Not that me waiting to give him a blowjob and have my back broken at three in the morning is much motivation for him to completely quit his problem, but I'm hoping it's an encouraging pat on the back.

I slip my robe off when I hear his Harley pull in, rushing to comb my hair out with my fingers.

The keys are in the door in another moment, fumbling to unlock it.

My heart pounds as my nerves tense up when he comes in, stumbling slightly, slamming the door behind him.

"H-Hey, babe." I say cautiously, testing the water of his mood.

"The fuck is that smell?" He asks me, tossing his keys on to the counter, causing me to jump slightly from the loud noise it makes.

"Uhh, th-the candles." I tell him.

"I can't fucking see." He complains harshly, taking his jacket off, kicking my heels out of his way on the way to our room.

I pull my robe back on, accepting that I showered and shaved earlier for nothing, before turning the lights on and blowing out every scented candle I lit around the house.

Following Nikki to our room, he's digging around in his drawer, glancing at me when I come in.

"I was waiting for you to come home." I tell him, twiddling my fingers.

"Yeah, I saw." He replies, not even looking at me.

"Did you?" I ask, doubt laced in my tone. "Really?"

"Yep." He states, pulling two packed up syringes out, making me feel a little sick at the sight. "I'm about to head back out." He informs me.

"What? Baby, you just got home. I wanted to spend some time together." I try to tell him, walking right behind him as he steps to the door, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Just fuck yourself, Viv. It's not my job to screw the life out of you anytime you fucking snap your fingers, alright?" He says before shutting the front door and I'm in shock from what he said.

I decide not to let him leave without getting an earful of it.

When I get outside, I'm stepping in front of Nikki's bike just before he starts to leave, and he groans out in frustration.

"I've been up since 8:00 in the morning, Nikki. I'm tired, too, you know? I don't necessarily feel like it either, but I shaved and showered and made myself look sexy and even burnt my nipple lighting all those freaking candles so I could surprise you and we could have a good time and what the hell do you do?! Come in with your pissy, asshole, unappreciative attitude. Do you know how many guys would kill to have their girlfriend or wife waiting naked for them when they get home, ready to do whatever the hell they want?" It's obvious my scolding has him feeling guilty, but he doesn't say a word. "But I guess that's not a big deal to you because you're use to naked girls throwing themselves at you all the time so..." I scoff out, shaking my head a little, keeping myself from crying. "I'll see you when you get back." I give up, waving my hand.

"It's one night, Viv. I don't know why you are so bent outta shape over it." He comments and I turn back around, glaring at him.

"It's not just one night. It's been two years of trying to do nice things for you and you can't even appreciate it because you're so taken over by the need to find your next fix as soon as you can." I explain to him.

"Like I don't do nice things for you?!" He gets defensive, getting off his bike, walking to me. "This fucking house you love so much?! That fucking car you drive?!"

"I never said you don't do nice things for me, I just--"

"What about the fucking ring on your finger?! You know how many girls would love to be married to Nikki Sixx and have the expensive house and luxury car?!"

I roll my jaw, raising a brow.

"I didn't ask for the fucking car, I didn't ask for the fucking house and I sure as hell never asked to be married to you!" I throw my ring somewhere in the driveway, storming back into the house to pack my shit up with him trailing behind me.

I start snatching my clothes out of the closet and onto the bed as he just stares at me.

"The fuck are you doing, Vivian?!" He barks.

"Leaving. You can get one of those other girls that would love to be married to Nikki Sixx--or at least think they fucking do--and they can have the expensive house and the luxury car." I snap, opening my top drawer, getting the clothes out of there, too.

He's suddenly grabbing my clothes and throwing them in the floor in an attempt to stop me, but it just pisses me off even more.

"Get the fuck out!" I demand, shaking, tears toppling over my lashes, my finger pointing at the door.

"No!" He argues. "You're not going anywhere and neither am I until you quit pitching your fucking fit!"

"God, I can't even leave without you ruining it, Nikki, you ruin every thing!" I scream out in aggravation.

"Then why the fuck are you still with me?!" He shouts back, coming closer to me. "If I'm so fucking bad then why the fuck aren't you gone?!"

"Because I love you" is what I want to say, and I can tell he wants me to say it, too.

But I don't.

"Because I don't have anywhere else to go and I don't have any money!" I lie to hurt him, and I can tell it makes a impact.

He looks like he could cry right now...but he gains what's left of his composure, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, throwing it across the room angrily, causing the bills to fly in different directions.

"Fetch." He orders, motioning to the money he threw, and I blackout for a few seconds, coming to after shooting pain rocks up my knuckles, my hand, and my arm, causing me to cry out.

Nikki's got blood coming from his nose, his eyes squeezing close, I'm assuming it's because he's trying to talk himself out of beating the shit out of me.

I broke my hand, and his nose.

Nikki and I sit in silence as Doc yells at us, pacing back and forth in our living room.

"You're grown adults, acting like fucking toddlers! When the hell is this gonna stop, huh?!" He throws his hands up, motioning to us.

"She fucking punched me!" Nikki outbursts, wincing as he holds his nose with an ice pack.

"Because you told me to 'fetch' like some cheap hooker!"

"I threw 4k at you, Vivian! I don't know if you can count but four-thousand dollars isn't fucking cheap!" He shouts at me.

"Neither were all those fucking candles I lit!"

"Alright, hey! Hey!" Doc claps loudly, screaming over us to break up our argument.

We both shut up, scowling straight ahead, refusing to admit either of us is wrong.

"I-I am at a loss at this point, guys." Doc goes on, sitting on the coffee table in front of us. "You're kids. You've been together five years. You're kids." He states lightly, raising his brows. "And you're fighting like you've been married for forty years and just want out. And I hate to say that because I know neither of you want out but you just don't know how to talk to each other when you get angry." He points out. "Nikki, you don't know how the fuck to treat her when you're on junk. Plain and simple. If you're on junk, you're a fucking asshole, especially to Vivian. I'm not saying get help, but you might wanna learn how to balance being fucked up but being respectful especially since you don't have a problem, right?" Doc sarcastically adds. "And, Vivian. Your first response to shit that rubs you the wrong way, is to just start swinging at people and blow things out of proportion and that's not right, either." He gets at me next, and my anger is immediately replaced with guilt. "I mean, look at each other." He tells us and we glance at each other, looking defeated by Doc's good points. "If the cops could see how you two treat each other sometimes, you'd both have cases of spousal abuse." He rubs his forehead. "Press is gonna talk, fans are gonna talk, we'll say it was a bike accident, you two ran into a fucking bush or something and that'll be that. But you two need some fucking help or something because I'm not going to Europe with you two acting like this, got it?"

"Yeah." I agree.

"Nikki?" Doc asks, looking at him pointedly.

"Got it." Nikki replies quietly.

"I mean I want you two to act like you did when you first got together because when I met you guys, you couldn't get enough of each other. Now she's having to babysit your sorry ass most of the time, and you're beating him like an ugly stepchild." Doc tells us.

We don't say a word.

"Now, let's get to the hospital so his nose doesn't heal like the fucking ugly duckling and your fingers don't look like busted carrots. His face is a quarter of our revenue, and your fingers need to be pretty so they can showcase that nice ring that needs to be sitting back on your finger as soon as possible."

Yes. Because God forbid Vivian and Nikki, or Tommy and Heather, or Vince and Sharise, or whoever the fuck, have an obviously imperfect marriage to the outside world.

Smile, pretend you're on your honeymoon and can't get enough of each other, and whatever you do: keep the wedding rings on.

Even at the times when you want to throw it in with the towel.

Don't fuck up an already fucked up thing because that's not what we do.

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