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fayes-fics · 3 months

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 4 - Le Rideau Tombe Avant La Fin

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. This is reader and Eloise's farewell to Paris. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Paris, September 1939

The next three days are a blur, fleeting but at once memorable, lived on borrowed time.

Knowing the inevitable is happening - that you will need to leave Paris soon - you give notice at work; so sad to have only been there for a matter of weeks rather than the planned months. On a brighter note, however, you are able to spend the days with Benedict, showing him all you have learned about art in the city in the short time you have had. Many a happy hour is spent in galleries. Both of you tripping over your words to share what you know about the art and the artists in a breathless, excited fashion. Kindred spirits in your appreciation of the works. Sometimes lost in a reverie as you stand in front of a canvas as large as your entire living room, the scale and complexity literally dumbfounding.

And, of course, a little of your heart is stolen with each moment together - the first person you have ever met who truly seems as enthused as you about the subject matter. That it's all wrapped up in that handsome face adds more complexity and confusion. You can't deny the skip in your pulse when he looks at you, weighted, a touch of reverence, so focused as you speak passionately on the subject you love. And you are certain your face is a picture of devotion as he waxes lyrical, too. You know you are getting swept up into the almost cliched romance of it all - the city of love, a handsome stranger, the no doubt impending invasion giving a sense of urgency and finality to every hour- it's a powder keg that feels dangerous as it is intoxicating.

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Early evening of the second day, as you wander back from the Louvre, you pass by the offices of the cruise company you came from America with.

“Oh! I should speak to them about swapping my return ticket,” you comment, seeing the men standing outside in the smart red livery of the company, speaking in English to crowds of people inquiring about escaping France.

“See if you can move it to the day after tomorrow,” Benedict counsels. “That is the day we are due to set sail. We can all go to the coast together on the train.”

“That would be nice,” you admit, realising it will be lovely to have someone to wave farewell to, even if there is a little stab in your chest at the idea you may never see Benedict again. Or, of course, darling Eloise.

So, a couple of hours later, after an early dinner, you are back on this same street, your ticket in hand, waiting patiently to speak to one of the young men in uniform.

“Mademoiselle?” he beckons you forward.

“Good evening. I have a ticket to New York for eleven months, hence, 12th August 1940. I am hoping I can swap to a sailing in a few days? Ideally, the day after tomorrow?”

The men exchange glances, and there seems to be a swirl of excitement as they crowd around you.

“A real ticket?” one of them pipes up, an excitement in their tone which strikes you as rather odd.

With a nod, you hand it over, and they all seem to confer, then grab a pad of tickets and transfer some details.

“Not a problem at all, Mademoiselle. Here, this is for a sailing two days hence. Thank you for travelling with us!”

They seem inordinately pleased as you walk away clutching your new ticket, a mix of emotions swirling. The finality of your time in Paris suddenly so real, the date on the newly issued ticket, ink still drying, sinking in.

—

When you push open the door to your apartment, still with a tinge of melancholy, you are taken aback by the whirlwind you encounter.

“How did I amass this many mugs?” Eloise decries, standing amidst a complete bomb of possessions scattered all over the surfaces of your apartment.

“Well, you can't take them all home,’ Benedict points out wearily, “you have your case, and that trunk there, Eloise, and that is all.”

Eloise rolls her eyes. “Well aware of that brother…” holding a blue and red mug in each hand, assessing which she likes more.

“I suppose I'm lucky I've only been here a matter of weeks,” you pipe up as they both turn to look at you, Benedict shooting you a lopsided grin as Eloise barges forward and loops your arm in hers, dragging you across the room.

“Just the person I need!” she declares. “Help me! What mug screams, ‘I had a life in Paris once, and it was amazing’?” She gestures to the array of drinking vessels she has pulled out to the cupboard.

You ponder the question with a thoughtful pout. “Why not just leave them all for the next tenant? I'm sure Solene would appreciate the ability to rent out the apartment with kitchen supplies?” you try to be diplomatic.

“Yes, I know that,” Eloise sighs, “there were mugs when I got here. That, of course, got mysteriously broken after a few days, which is a blessing as they were all hideous…”

“You broke some perfectly good mugs?” Benedict frowns disapprovingly.

“Do you live here?” she shoots back pointedly, raising an eyebrow, “I am only seeking the counsel of those who live here… not a squatter,” she sniffs.

You share a look with Benedict - yours contrite, his bemused - as if this is just another day with Eloise. Which, to be fair, it sort of is.

“If I had to choose one…” you point to the cherry red earthenware mug that looks French in a way you can’t quantify; it just does.

“You’re right as always,” Eloise grins, seizing it. “Much better help than that one,” she adds, sticking her tongue out at Benedict as she wraps the chosen item in yesterday's newspaper.

“Packing going well?” you breeze, your eye again meeting Benedict’s as he pulls a face that makes you giggle hard.

“You try cramming nine months of freedom into a teeny trunk,” Eloise grumbles, heading towards her bedroom.

“I am just taking my clothes…” you admit. You only have a few additional items you purchased since you arrived in Paris that should all fit if you pack smart enough.

“That’s yours, by the way…” Eloise gestures to Benedict’s painting on the wall before she disappears out of sight. “I have no room for it, and it seems strange to carry a picture of a house I'm headed to…” she calls out down the corridor.

“I would love it…” you inhale, looking at the artist imploringly as if somehow you need his permission.

“Y-you want it?” Hesitant, disbelieving almost.

“If you will permit me,” you confess, clasping a hand over your heart.

“It is yours,” he replies, his face a mixture of pleasant surprise and humble acceptance.

You rush forward and take the painting off the wall, reverentially cradling it between your hands.

“Thank you, Benedict,” you sigh, a little fizz in your stomach at the idea he wants you to have it. Like you will always have a piece of him with you once you are apart.

“I can paint you others...” he offers quickly, in a rush of exhaled breath. “Whatever you want…”

Something in the tumbling sincerity of his words has your heart beating fast.

“I can think of nothing more appealing than a wall full of your works…” you confess while trying not to think that room would be thousands of miles away.

He blushes adorably, casting his eyes down until suddenly, his head jerks up again. “Wait I…I have something I want to give you, actually,” He scurries across the room and gathers a sketchbook. “I'm sorry it's not framed, but here…”

He carefully tears out the page from his pad. And your heart stops.

It's you from two days ago. Sitting on a bench overlooking the Seine, the Eiffel Tower over your shoulder as you read a book. You wondered what he was doing sitting a few feet away that day as you took a lunch break. Now you know. It's a perfect pencil rendering of the scene, each sketched line a wondrous recreation of that sun-soaked afternoon.

“Benedict….” all other words fail.

“I want you to have it,” he murmurs, “your time in Paris may have been unexpectedly brief, but you deserve a memento of the happiness you found here, however fleeting it had to be.”

Tears prickle in the corner of your eyes; you want to rush to him, to throw your arms around him, thank him profusely, but you are scared to. Scared that in the moment you would get carried away, press your lips to his…

“Thank you...” is all you can struggle out, inadequate and awkward.

“De rein…” Again, that perfect accent has you practically swaying

But the spell is broken when Eloise reappears, complaining loudly about the size of her trunk, and part of you is grateful for it. Guilt floods your being as you think how bad of a person you must be to covet your best friend’s brother when you have a fiance back home. One you will, in fact, likely see in a matter of days now… tamping down that disquiet, you excuse yourself to your room, placing your ticket on the mantel and refusing to look at it as you pick up a book to read.

—

Solene’s hug is so tight you feel like she is crushing your ribs. Or perhaps it's that you feel a little too fragile today.

“I shall miss you, ma cherie,” she mumbles into your hair before pulling back and seizing your jaw. “You will come back when this is all over, oui?”

“Oui,” you agree, knowing it’s more of a wish than a promise.

Once again, she pulls you in for a tight hug before turning to Eloise and clinging to her just the same, lingering longer.

“Souviens-toi, ma sœur,” she reminds Eloise, having told you the previous night that her sister lives just outside the port city of Le Havre should you need a place to stay for any reason.

It's two days later, the day of your departure, and your eyes ping around the now-tidy apartment, only furniture left where once there was a jumble of life. It looks much less like home, making handing over your key a little less painful. One final wistful glance at the Eiffel Tower out of the window is all you can manage before picking up your case and walking out, scared to look back.

Benedict is loitering in the corridor outside and shoots you a sympathetic glance as you exit, eyes glassy.

“You will return,” he offers solemnly, even as you both know it's just a platitude, before turning his attention to the apartment door. “Hurry up, Eloise, we need to get to the train…” he calls.

You start to move towards the sweeping staircase, preferring a long amble down its winding loop than the lift, your case feeling much heavier than when you arrived mere weeks ago…

—

You watch the puffs of steam float past the window as the train picks up pace, pulling out of Gare Saint-Lazare. Perhaps aptly, it begins raining soon after, streaks of water lashing the glass as you rest your head back into the seat.

“I can't bear to look at it,” Eloise sighs, closing her eyes so as not to see Paris slipping away.

You reach over the table between you and grasp her hand, and her eyes open to give you a nod of thanks before closing again.

“Why do you have to be American?” she whines. “I would do anything to have you come to England. We could get a little place together in London…” She winds her feet around yours like a vine, needing the connection in your last few hours together.

“If only…” you agree, a weight akin to a heavy boulder settling in your stomach at the idea you will soon be back on Long Island, a world that seems so…. staid to you now.

Benedict shoots you a sympathetic look across from his seat next to Eloise on the aisle but says nothing, going back to reading his book as it's your turn to sigh, the city now a blur outside the window as you speed towards the end of your time in France.

–

Half an hour later, Eloise is sleeping, her head lolling lightly on the glass with the gentle rocking motion of the train, now following the meander of the Seine just outside Poissy.

“She didn't sleep well last night,” Benedict observes, looking up from his book and following your line of sight. “I don't think she wanted her last night in Paris to ever end.”.

His words take you back to just hours ago, a rousing evening in your favourite local bistro filled with wine, camaraderie and song. Benedict didn't accompany you and Eloise, preferring to stay home and read, he said, but part of you wishes he was there to help commiserate and toast your final night chez Paris.

“You should have come out,” you opine with a slight pout, which makes him chuckle.

“It's not me who had to have the fitting farewell,” he points out with a sympathetic smile.

“Still, it would have been nice if you were there…” The idle thought is out of your lips before you can think about how that might sound, and you know you are blushing when his mouth opens a fraction in surprise, a dot of colour on his cheeks, too.

“I'm sure you still had a wonderful time,” he placates demurely.

You smile and nod, feeling a little twinge in your ankle from all the dancing you have done.

“Are you excited?” he asks, changing the subject.

You frown. “Why would I be excited to leave Paris?”

To be reunited with your fiance?” he answers slowly, a look of puzzlement on his face that it had not occurred to you.

“Oh…” you pause, your mind recalling Stanley’s smile, although somehow it seems faded now, like an out-of-focus photograph, as if you cannot wholly remember it now. “I… I suppose…”

His face is a picture of concern again. “You do not sound certain…” he hedges.

“I am not, to be honest,” you sigh for what seems like the hundredth time today. “These few weeks have… shown me so much of the world,” you explain, “I have had so many novel experiences, met so many wonderful new people…” you can't help but let your gaze meet his as you say it. “It makes my life before seem… small? Parochial?” you are clutching for the right words as his hazy eyes track your every facial move.

“Like an old shoe that used to be comfortable but now suddenly feels too tight?” he offers a metaphor that is so apt you can't help but nod.

“Exactly!’ you agree, enthusiastically waving your hand.

There is a quiet moment where your eyes meet again, a tingle over your skin, a pulse of energy so enlivening.

“Do you feel there is perhaps something out there better for you?” his ask feels loaded, a quiet murmur that carries so much hidden meaning but is nearly lost in the rhythmic sound of the train clattering over the tracks. So much so you could likely pretend you didn't hear, but you don't.

“I just might…” you answer softly, even as you are unable to look away. Something about this man makes you daring, unwilling to do anything but be bold.

Long, elegant fingers reach out over the table and are about to brush the back of your hand when Eloise suddenly startles awake between you. His hand disappears rapidly, pulling back as if burned. All you can concentrate on is the ashy taste of regret at your best friend’s timing.

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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NCT 127 and their sugar daddy ratings Pt.2

part 3 coming soon

Moon Taeil

Solid 10/10 (THE perfect candidate...as long as you listen.)

He's a finance bro lmaooo

he makes bank

and could easily open his own business

but

"it's too much of a bother and then I won't have time to spend with you"

you met in a cafe

you spilled hot coffee all over his laptop

and while you were apologizing he said it was fine

and pulled another one out of his bag.

lmao.

Y'all kicked it off though.

where Yuta is Possessive

Taeil is the strictest mf sugar daddy out there bih

he speaks once

so you better fucking listen

if he says

"no, you can't have that y/n"

do not

and I repeat

DO NOT TEST THIS MAN!

he will break your fucking back

"you are well aware that I do not like to repeat myself so be a good fucking girl and quit your fucking whining."

he gets angry in a calm way

and we all know how calm men fuck when they get angry lmaoooo.

It's important to also note that

when he takes care of you

he takes care of you for the long run.

invests some of your allowances into stocks

btw your monthly allowance is a 100k

"omg but he's just in finance"

I forgot to mention that he owns a lot of stock as well

hence, he makes a damn good amount of money

you only got 100k because you begged him to

LOWER it.

if it were up to him you would've been getting more than that.

with that being said

most of the time you don't even get to spend most of your money

why?

because he is ALWAYS buying you shit.

Mark Lee

an excellent 8.5/10 (he's a good man Savannah!!!! just don't tease him lol.)

He is an author.

a very successful one at that.

he doesn't even write books for the money no more

at this point, it's just for fun lmaoo

Yall met at one of his book signings

surprisingly made the first move

by writing his phone number on the back of your signed book

it was horrible handwriting btw you couldn't make out if it was a 3 or an 8

obviously, you contacted him (because who tf wouldn't??)

and yall kicked it off

and started dating

yes he is Also your boyfriend and Sugar daddy

he is definitely the type to spend on you only when you're in a serious relationship

he wouldn't do the plain sugar daddy -sugar baby relationship

hence the 8.5

if you haven't listened to Radio by Lana del Rey

then please do because

your entire relationship is the exact vibe that song gives off

has an obsession with buying you diamonds every time he travels

spends on you to the point where you have to BEG him

to let you at least buy coffee for yourself

once bought you an entire coffee shop because you said you liked the Caramel Machiatto one time.

he's so damn playful and dorky most of the time honestly

you have to initiate skinship most of the time

unless you tease him...

chileeeeeeee

now about teasing him...

you know that shit we like to pull

talking bout "You wouldn't know what to do with all this"

and

"you can't handle me"

yeahhh that shit don't fly over here lmaooo

he has fucked you in the car at the side of the road multiple times

just because you like to talk big.

"Cock so deep in your pussy and all of a sudden you can't speak huh?"

"repeat what you said, I can't handle this? the fuck am I doing right now then?"

listen he fucks you so hard you actually scream and cry out

he becomes ruthless\so different from what you're usually used to

if he feels guilty about being too rough

he buys you one of three things

a house

a plane ticket

or another diamond...

Kim Doyoung

please you already know 12/10 (The man himself. Stict as hell though)

He is 100% on the Forbes 30 under 30 list

The man is Powerful, influential, and Wealthy.

he's also really nice and sweet in public

even doing volunteer work

He could've stopped working by 23

but he didn't and now he has money to last generations

yall met at an animal shelter where both of you were volunteering

He immediately took a liking to you

yes...he's a boyfriend/sugar daddy as well

HE IS TRADITIONAL.

You my love, will not lift a finger

you wanna go somewhere?

his chauffeur will drive you

you wanna get some new clothes?

LV, Chanel, YSL Etc.

You hungry?

he has the most expensive restaurants on speed dial

one thing bout Doyoung

he not finna let you stay in no damn crappy apartment

IMMEDIATE UPGRADE

The type to get pissed off if your old apartment locks aren't as secure as they need to be.

I can confidently say that you have the power to turn a morally good man into a fucking criminal.

WHEN IT COMES TO YOU THE MAN WILL DO ANYTHING!

You would argue with him that he babies you too much

which would piss him tf off

you made a mistake once and ghosted him for a week

Nigga showed up at your apartment @3 in the morning

demanding an explanation

"you better have a damn good explanation for acting like a fucking brat."

he is so fucking stern with you

it turned you tf on (Can't blame you)

he is 100% fucking you on the spot

"Spoiling you is something I'm supposed to do. So shut your fucking mouth and take it."

Made sure to let you know that the next time you ghost him (there wont be a next time)

he'd fuck you in his office with the blinds open.

#nct imagines #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct taeyong #nct dream #nct doyoung #nct fluff #nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct mark #nct taeil #nct jaehyun #nct jungwoo #nct johnny #nct haechan #multifandomslxt

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haesunlover · 7 months

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long to be home. (chapter one)

pairing: huang renjun x female!reader

series genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, eventual smut

word count: 4.8k

chapter warnings: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive, talks of smoking, daddy issues, english dialogue is in italics, korean dialogue is normal, renjun is so hot it makes me sad, i want a renjun in my life, mentions of stealing cars, swearing.

a/n: ahh, i'm so sorry for taking so long to update! i've had this in my drafts for a while but i had a (very expensive) family emergency hence my long absence. but i'm back now and hopefully updating more often! please enjoy.

renjun had a concentrated look on his face as he fixed your cap and mask, "remember, my love. we need to be extremely discreet. no mask or hat removals unless absolutely necessary. at least until we reach the flight lounge."

you nodded your head, leg shaking up and down in the car as it pulls up to the airport drop off zone. the anxiety is really start to bubble up at this point. renjun can instantly tell and grabbed onto your hand that was in your lap, giving a quick squeeze for assurance.

the driver put the car into park and jumped out of the car to help unload yours and renjun's bags. the two of you exited the car, seeing that there was barely anyone around which instantly put half your mind at ease. renjun made his way from his side of the car towards you on the path, grabbing his bags. "you ready?" he asked.

you grabbed your bags as well, letting out a sigh. "as ready as i'll ever be."

the jets roared to life as the plane began to take off the incheon runway. the loving boyfriend renjun is, booked first class tickets for the two of you, so you could feel more relaxed about the upcoming few days. thankfully, the plane was a quiet one with only about ten other passengers on the 3am flight.

as the plane began to ascend, renjun turned to you in the daybed the two of you were sharing. "alright, let's go over the plan again. your friend picks us up, takes us to the hotel, we get checked in and then.." renjun trailed off, waiting for you to finish his sentence.

"we get dressed and go surprise my mum."

"wait, she doesn't know you're coming?" renjun asked surprised. "i thought everyone would know you're coming."

"i thought i'd be nice to surprise her! i haven't seen her in nearly two years." you said, pouty.

renjun laughed, throwing his head back. "what if she's not home?" he asked, still laughing.

you thought about it for a second, "then i'll just let myself in."

he kept laughing, just a lot softer this time. "baby, how are you supposed to let yourself in?"

you hold up your index finger to his lips over his mask, giving him an playful annoyed look. "it doesn't matter. we'll figure something out."

renjun nodded, grabbing your wrist and pulling it down onto the pillow where your heads were resting. "alright. and.. have you spoken to your father about coming?"

your face dropped at his question. "uh, no not yet. i'm honestly not sure if i want to see him." you mumbled, recalling the memories of your father in the last year of being in australia. as if watching your already broken family fall apart even more wasn't bad enough, your father turned into a man you didn't even recognise anymore. he turned from an emotionally unavailable father into a drunk, drugged up angry narcissist.

your boyfriend nodded, putting his arms under his head. he just stared, waiting for you to continue at your own pace. "i vowed never to see him again but.. at the same time i want closure? i absolutely resent him. i bet you, we could go to any place in australia and he would've ruined it for me somehow. he's done that much damage." you resumed.

a sigh left renjun's lips as his hand comes up to rub circles onto your waist. "i understand. have your siblings seen him since everything went down?" he asked.

"i don't think so." you replied.

"that's alright. you guys do what you have to do."

"ugh, i love how supportive you are. no matter what. i love you so much." you sighed, wrapping your arms around his head and neck, pulling him to your chest. he reciprocated the hug, nuzzling into your chest.

"is there anything i need to know about your family before i meet them? it'll be the first time. please give me a run down on them so i don't mess up. saying a quick hi on the phone is very different than actually meeting them." he mumbled into your top.

you pulled away, "oh baby, you might wanna sit up for this. it's a lot."

he sat up on the daybed, following your actions. "alright i'm ready."

"my mum, sooyoung, she is.. pretty much me. we have the same personalities. please don't go into shock about how we treat each other. it's just how we roll."

renjun nodded intently.

"my step dad, david, is australian. i've only met him once when they came to visit before me and you even met. he's super lovely. he treats mum well so that's all that matters. there is one problem though. he only speaks english."

your boyfriend ran his hands over his face, groaning. "shit, i'm not confident enough to have full conversations in english."

you leaned over, grabbing his hands away from his pretty face. "baby, trust me. you'll be fine. you speak english really well. if you get stuck, i'll be there to translate. or mum or my siblings." you assured him, giving the backs of his hands a quick kiss.

he let out a deep breath, nodding his head. "alright, tell me more about your siblings."

"well.. let me make it easy. think about pokemon. sunhi, my older sister, is the original, boring one. jae, my younger brother, is the next evolved one. kinda boring but also kinda fun. then i'm the most evolved because i think i'm the best sibling." you explained, hoping not to sound too crazy.

renjun stared at you confused, his mouth slightly agape. you mumbled a quick, 'what?' due to your confusion from his reaction. "did you really compare you and your siblings to pokemon?"

you nodded your head excitedly, "yeah! trust me, it'll make sense once you meet them. they will definitely torment you for the first few hours so just brace yourself for it. they would just want to approve of you. i also have two stepsisters but i've never met them personally. all i know is that they like dolls and kpop."

your boyfriend sighed, eyes flicking around the place as he mumbles to himself, trying to absorb all of the info. "okay, i think i got it. i just hope they like me." he pouted, feeling a bit nervous himself.

"oh my baby, come here." you said, pulling him into a quick hug. "you'll be fine."

"they know i'm an idol, right?"

"uhm.."

"right?"

after clearing customs and baggage claim, you and renjun walk into the waiting area of the international arrivals lounge at the airport. the sun was starting to set as the time was around 5pm. the lounge was packed and loud with people sitting and standing all over the place.

"shit." you whisper under your breath, the mask helping to muffle the sound. "can you see lia?" you asked, pushing the trolley away from the main door to try and have a better look for her. all of a sudden, you hear a squeal and see a bright green poster wave in the air.

"found her." renjun laughed, walking towards the sign. finally lia emerged from the sea of people with a bright smile on her face. she comes running to you, to which you embrace her in a big hug. her giggles vibrate on your chest before the two of you pulled away.

"hi guys! welcome to australia." she exclaimed excitedly, showing off the sign. you and renjun inspected it before you gasped and quickly snatched it out of her hands. renjun tried to grab it off you, wanting to have another look.

"please, i wanna see the photos!" renjun argued playfully before you finally gave up and let him look at the sign again. glued onto the sign was big, bold letters reading 'welcome home' along with photos of you and lia from the two of you were in high school, many years ago.

"lia.. you are off to a bad start." you sighed with your face turning extremely red.

"y/n, you were so cute with your little glasses and high ponytail!" renjun cooed, rolling the poster up and putting it with your luggage. "hi lia, i'm renjun. it's so lovely to finally meet you in person." he formally introduced, holding his hand out for lia to shake.

"oh renjun, as long as you treat y/n well then there is no need for formalities." she smiled, pushing his hand away and pulling him into a hug instead. renjun sighed and hugged her back, happy that he's already got the approval of someone important. "besides, you've heard so many of mine and y/n's in depth and gross stories over the phone that i think it'll be weird for you to be so formal."

renjun pulled back from the hug, nodding his head with an embarrassed look plastered on his face, "yeah, i think you're probably right about that."

"should we get this show on the road?" lia asked, waving her car keys.

"oh shit. renjun, did we pack any helmets? we'll need them with her driving." you groaned.

"hey!"

after getting checked in and ready at the hotel, the three of you piled into the car and began your adventure to your mum's house. music hummed softly in the background as stared at the streets passing by.

"are you ready to meet them, renjun?" lia asked, peering at your boyfriend through the rearview mirror. you looked over your shoulder for renjun's response.

he let out a shaky breath, nodding his head slowly. "i think so. it's my first real relationship so i've never had to meet anyone's parents before."

you reached your hand back, placing it onto his knee and giving it a gentle caress. "you'll be fine, baby. just be yourself."

he smiled gratefully, placing his hand on top of yours. "do i look okay? first impressions are vital."

you scanned over his outfit quickly, taking in the black trousers and green blouse unbuttoned slightly. "you look amazing in anything, renjun. it makes me so envious." you sighed, turning back around to face the front. "do i look okay?"

lia shakes her head, laughing at herself. "you look like shit."

you quickly punched her arm, "shut up."

she squeals at the sudden attack, still laughing. "i'm kidding dude. you look cute." you glance down at yourself, hoping the blue, floral wrap dress was appropriate enough for the upcoming reunion.

"i hope so."

"why are you so nervous?" lia asked, finally starting to calm down.

"it's just so weird to be back. what if it's awkward? i left everything behind. besides being anxious about that, i feel like i've gone back to when i lived here and i'm the helpless teen girl who had no idea how to deal with any of her shit." you sighed, throwing your head back into the seat.

lia hummed, understanding your point. "it makes sense. i can't exactly comment about how you're feeling, well, because it's your feelings. but your family won't be awkward around you, i promise you. you didn't leave them behind, you left to move forward in your life. they know that. but you also gotta remember the good stuff too."

you let out a flabbergasted laugh, "what good stuff? my head is clouded with all the shitty stuff."

"remember how we used to steal your sister's car? all the late night maccas runs we had? the adventures we'd have when you needed to get away? all the times we'd go to the beach after school instead of studying?" she asked.

"you stole your sister's car?" renjun exclaimed, leaning forward in between yours and lia's seats.

you nodded, reminiscing the times. "you'd understand why we'd steal her car when you see it." the roads became more familiar and soon enough, the street you grew up came into view.

"you ready, y/n?" lia asked, turning down the street. you hummed, nodding once more with your best friend parking on the driveway.

"ready as i'll ever be." you sighed, getting out of the car.

the white two-storey house stood in front of you. everything was still the same. the trees surrounding the front of the house, the doormat, garden gnomes from your childhood tucked into the maintained gardens, the single frangipani tree leading the way to the back of the house.

everything was still the same except now when you look at the house you once loved and called home, an uncomfortable feeling sat in your chest.

[flashback to 2018]

"i'm not fucking doing this." you mumbled, grabbing the clothes inside the wardrobe and throwing them roughly into the suitcase laid out on the bedroom floor.

"y/n.. what are you doing?" jae peeked into the room, concerned plastered all over his face. your older sister, sunhi, standing behind him with a knowing look.

you laughed tiredly, "i'm leaving. i'm not staying one moment more. they're arguing again. i can't stand it any longer."

sunhi lightly nudged jae out of the way, moving towards your shaking figure. mascara stained your cheeks from all the tears that couldn't seem to stop. your breath began to go the same speed as your racing heart.

hyperventilating, sunhi grabbed onto your arms gently and led you to your bed. "slow down. breathe." she instructed, sitting next to you and holding you close.

after several moments, your breath finally slowed down. you looked to your older sister, silently asking her for help. "i.."

"you're leaving for good? it's about time." she finished your sentence, knowing her sister intuition would be right.

you nodded, defeated. "i can't be here anymore. i can't stand being in this house much longer. i can't stand being near that asshole. i need to leave. "

the screaming finally stopped down stairs. it was silent for moments before the sound of the front door slammed, echoing through the house. the three of you sat on your bed, watching your father from the floor length windows. he kicked his car's tire and yelling out a profanity at the top of his lung before finally getting into his car and speeding off.

"mumma?" jae jumped off the bed and left the room momentarily. he called out, leaning over the stairs. "you here?"

a quiet exchange happened on the stairs between jae and your mother. soon enough, they both came into view with jae's arms holding onto her. the colour drained from her face, seeing the scene of her daughters huddled together and a suitcase not too far away.

"you're leaving?" she asked, tears in her eyes. her eyes were already puffy, clearly emotional from the previous argument.

your eyes softened at the sight of her. "mum, i can't stay around him any longer. he treats us like absolute shit. i can't believe you only just realised what a fucking awful person he is. we've all been telling you for years."

she shook her head making her way to the bed. she sat next to you and pulled jae, her big baby, to sit upon her lap. "i know. he's gone for good. i promise."

a wave of emotions hit you. happiness, grief, anger, relief.. you fall back onto the mattress, all of your pent up feelings coming out in the form of loud, violent sobs. soon after, the other three joined laying down on the mattress, forming a cuddle pile with sniffles and cries coming from everyone.

minutes passed until the crying finally slowed down. sunhi cleared her throat, making everyone give her all the attention. "i think y/n should still go."

you shot up into a sitting position, staring at your sister as if she had grown another head. "he's gone so why would i need to leave now?"

everyone followed, sitting up as well. "y/n.. you have so much potential. you need to go, spread your wings. you can't be stuck here all your life. your passion and energy is so much bigger than anything you'll find here. go." sunhi continued sadly, giving a soft smile.

your eyes faltered from her face, down to your lap. you looked down in shame for even considering leaving after the past month that had just happened. the last month, filled with arguments, threats and tears which tore your family apart. "i can't go."

"why not?" your mum asked, shaking her head in confusion.

"mumma, he's gone now. i don't need to leave. i don't want to leave you alone."

she sighed, cupping your face. "my baby, you need to go. i won't be alone. i'm fine. my strength is you guys. your happiness is my happiness. you've been talking about going to korea for ages. so go there. find yourself. if it doesn't work out, then come home. we've always got a place for you. but i know it'll work it so please just go. for me.."

you looked into her eyes, tears brimming them once more. you had to do it, not only for yourself but for her too.

a hand brushed against your back, snapping out of your daze. "you okay?" renjun asked quietly as you turned to look at him.

you flashed him a tight lipped smile, nodding your head. "yeah, i was just thinking."

"be excited. you get to see your family for the first time in years!" lia gushed, coming on the other side of you. you couldn't help but smile at your best friend's optimism.

nodding your head and taking a deep breath, "let's go."

the three of you moved towards the front door with you opening at softly as possible. as you ventured into the house, you spot your mother hunched over in the kitchen with her back turned to you. a smile crept onto your face as the aroma of vanilla and butterscotch wafted through hall.

seeing her made all thoughts of worry and anxiousness fade away. finally reaching the kitchen, you placed your chin onto your mum's shoulder. "smells good, mumma." you smiled.

her head snaps to look at you with shock written all over her face. she screamed, dropping the mixing spoon into the bowl causing a loud clatter. she throws her arms around your neck, jumping up and down excitedly. "my baby!" she exclaimed still jumping.

by the time the two of you parted, tears filled both of your eyes. "what are you doing here?" she asked, cupping your face and scanning over your face. "goodness, you've grown so much."

a laugh fell from your lips, "mum, it's been two years. i haven't changed that much. i'm here to see you guys. we had a break and thought it was time to come home."

"we?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion. your mum looks over your shoulder to see renjun. a gasp fell from her lips as she rushes over to greet your boyfriend properly for the first time. renjun bowed down respectfully, staying like that for a few seconds.

your mother grabs his elbows, making him stand back up before embracing him tightly into a motherly hug. you wiped away a stray tear that sneakily fell out. your heart fluttered at the sight of two of the most important people to you together.

the two exchanged quiet words that you couldn't quite hear but that didn't matter as you saw jae descend from the stairs, "y/n?" he asked confused.

he came into the kitchen, trying to process the fact that you are standing in the same room as him for the first time in years. you stared at him in shock. he finally grew into his face and body. the cute little boy you grew up with was now a tall, handsome man. the curls that he used to try and gel down as a kid now fell nicely around his head. tattoos lined over one of his arms and he clearly found his style.

"jae? holy shit, you've grown up so well!" you exclaimed, pulling him into the biggest hug you could give. he reciprocated but with a hint of a hesitancy. he pulled back after a few seconds, still somewhat puzzled.

your little brother finally said something, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

everyone in the room, including yourself, laughed at his lack of a verbal filter. "i'm here to see you guys and also i need inspiration to keep writing my show."

he nodded his head, staring at you this time with happiness. he was never one to verbalise his love for anyone but his looks meant more than words. jae turned over to look at renjun who still stood with your mother with an arm wrapped around each other.

renjun's eyes widened and smile dropped as jae made his way towards him. the size difference between the two made you chuckled. your boyfriend stood up straight, trying to look the slightly bit bigger than he is but still jae towered over him.

jae scanned renjun up and down as if he was analysing him. your brother maintained a stoic face for a few more seconds before asking, "do you treat her well?" to which you boyfriend nodded straight away. "do you promise to keep taking care of her now and in your future?" and renjun nodded once more.

"i promise you. she means the world to me." renjun said with confidence now, a big smile on his face.

jae nodded his head, smiling at bit before extending his hand for renjun to shake. "then welcome to the family."

as the two exchanged greetings, the sliding door connecting the kitchen and patio opened. in came sunhi, david and two little girls covered in sweat and dirt.

"holy fuck, i'm sweating my tits off out there." sunhi sighed as she kicked off her shoes. she takes off her cap and throws it onto the table, smiling as she looks around at everyone.

her eyes finally fall on you and her smile drops. it takes her a few seconds to properly register before she jumps into your arms. "geez sunhi, we're not little kids anymore. it's not easy to carry each other anymore." you wheezed as she clings all her limbs around you.

"suck it up." she whispered, holding on tighter.

"i missed you so much." you sighed, closing your eyes as you enjoy the feeling of being able to hold your older sister again.

after a few minutes, she finally lets go and stands for herself again. sunhi stares happily for a few seconds before patting your cheeks gently. "welcome home, little sis."

your stepfather, david, came over and gave a quick hug before gesturing to the girls next to you. "welcome back, y/n. this are my twin daughters, jade and mila."

you smiled, hugging each of the girls. "hi girls. i'm y/n. i'm sooyoung's daughter. it's lovely to finally meet you."

both of the girls smiled shyly before mila nudged jade. "is that your boyfriend over there?" jade asked quietly as she pointed back to renjun.

"yes, it is." you smiled proudly. "would you like to meet him?"

the two girls nodded their heads as they moved to either side of you. as the three of you started to walk the short distance to renjun, mila spoke up. "he looks like a member from nct."

you brought your hand up to cover your mouth as both you and your boyfriend laughed in sync. renjun held back the rest of his laugh with an amused smile as he waved. "hi girls. it's so nice to meet you. i'm renjun. from nct."

jade and mila's jaws dropped, looking between you and renjun. "what the fu-"

"mila!"

"what the fudge?" the ten year old tried to cover her slip up. "are you really him? so that means you know mark lee?"

your boyfriend nodded, laughing. "he's my best friend."

"he's actually going to be here in a few days. so will all the members of nct dream." you said before turning to your mum and siblings to continue, "mark, one of the members, is rina's boyfriend. she's coming too."

sunhi clapped her hands in excitement, "no way! i haven't seen rina in years. i fucking miss her so much."

rina was practically apart of the furniture when she lived in australia. on school mornings, she was there before you even woke up and was with you until it was time for her to return back to her house. even on days when you weren't home, rina still made sure to come see your family.

"i'll need to make a lot more food. when are they coming? we'll have a party! to celebrate you coming back home and to welcome the newcomers to our family." your mother gushed excitedly.

"they'll be here in two days." lia said, coming into the kitchen.

jae shook his head in confusion, "where did you come from?"

"oh, i was filming the little reunion." she smiled, waving her phone. "hi everyone, i'm here too."

nobody was really surprised as she was there often to check up on your family for you. "we'll have a barbie. i'll go to the shops tomorrow." your mother started rambling as she walked to the whiteboard on the fridge and jotting down what she wants to make.

"alright, mumma. let me know what time tomorrow and i'll go with you. in the meantime, i'm gonna go show renjun around." you excused the two of you, sliding your hand into renjun's.

the two of you made your way to the front of house, back to the front door. you go through the hall, showing all the rooms he'd need to know. "my room was upstairs. should we go have a look?"

renjun let out a hum in affirmation, following you up the stairs. "baby, your house is huge."

"i know right. it felt like a mansion when i was little. my room was just up here." you smiled as you turned right at the stairs. you halted, seeing the wooden letters you painted and stuck on the door when you were seven. you pushed down the handle, opening the door.

everything was the same. the bedsheets, the posters and photos on the wall, the desk and piano, the reading nook. everything.

you stood still, eyebrows furrowed together. "they left everything the same. from the day i left. i thought they at least would've changed it into a storage room or something else." you muttered as you entered the room.

renjun walked closer the photo wall, inspecting each photo. "is that you, lia and rina?" he asked, smiling brightly and pointing to a photobooth strip taken while ditching school one day. you walked closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. you hummed softly, reminiscing the memory. "you guys look so different now."

you laughed, looking at him. "years of braces, accutane and dancing does that to you. gosh, lia still has her baby face. i'm so envious. she doesn't age." you mutter as you inspected the photo closer.

"thank you." lia said, coming right next to you out of nowhere. both you and renjun jumped and stared at her in silence. she flashed an awkward smile, scratching the back of her neck. "did i interrupt something?"

renjun analysed her for a few seconds longer before saying, "now that i've actually met her in person, she reminds me of jisung. those two would get along great."

your head shot towards your boyfriend with wide eyes, "right?! i've been saying that to rina since i met jisung! they'd be a great couple."

"and that's my cue to go. i don't need a partner." she said, grabbing her keys out of her pocket. "sunhi said she'll take you guys back to the hotel later. i need to get back home. i've got an assignment due tonight. we'll talk later." lia gave a hug to each of you two but lingered for a bit longer while holding you.

"thank you so much for today, lia. message me when you get home safely. we'll plan something for tomorrow." you smiled, staring at her lovingly while cupping her face.

she nodded and grabbed your hand, swinging it for a few seconds before leaving the room.

a sigh fell from your lips. "it's so weird to be back. i wonder.." you mumbled, opening the wardrobe and grabbing down a box filled memento from your childhood. digging around, you felt the small carton of the box you were looking for. you quickly pulled it out with a smirk plastered on your face, turning around to show renjun.

"cigarettes?" he asked, shocked.

you laughed, nodding your head. "rina and i would have a cheeky ciggy some nights."

"i didn't know you smoked."

you cocked your head, "there's a lot of things you don't know about me."

he squinted his eyes, looking you up and down. "i don't know whether to be scared or turned on. or both?"

a loud laugh fell from your lips at the same time a knock came on your bedroom. "come in!"

the door handle pushed down and in came a familiar face you didn't expect to see, especially not today.

#nct imagines #nct smut #nct dream reactions #nct dream smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #renjun smut #renjun imagine #huang renjun imagine #huang renjun smut #park jisung imagine #jisung imagine #chenle imagine #jeno imagine #jaemin imagine #mark imagine #nct 00 line smut #haechan imagine

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bangchansgirlsblog · 6 months

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My Biggest Regret

Part three: 18+

Another successful show had the whole band panting and huffing from exhaustion.

The boys all laid on the different couches in their backstage room trying to calm down and discussing the events that had just occurred.

All of them were changed out of their outfits and were now in comfy clothes since they had all taken showers.

Their minions were running around getting them whatever they wanted and treating them like royalty.

“Hey Chan are we still spending thanksgiving with your parents?” Han asked the group leader as he was scrolling through the flight app looking for tickets home for the Christmas holiday.

“Yeah, my mum says all of you must come,” Chan was texting one of the managers trying to figure out their schedule for the next few weeks before they would get a flight back to Australia. He hadn’t been home for a few years and he couldn’t wait.

He wanted everything to be perfect. He didn’t want anything to come up like the other times he tried to go home.

“Do you know when we’re leaving?” Changbin asked looking up from his phone. His body was aching hence the reason why he was on the floor using a massage ball trying to release the tight notes in his back.

“We’ll have a meeting about it in a few days so we will find out then,” Changbin took note and continued to massage his muscles as everyone continued having small talk.

“Are we headed out tonight?” Seungmin asked the boys.

“Yeah definitely, I need to get laid tonight,” Hyunjin sat up and tied his hair up in a bun trying to check himself out in the big mirror. A normal thing he did.

“Bro, last time you said that I couldn’t sleep that night. If your getting laid, your getting laid at whoever’s home you chose,” I.N gags and stares at his Hyung who also looked very much shy at the fact that his little brother had heard him doing the deed.

“Uh! Hyunjin that’s so disgusting,” Felix scolds Hyunjin.

“Alright are we going to just talk all night or head out?” Hyunjin changed the subject. They all laugh and joke around but head into hair and makeup to get ready for the party.

The party was for idols only so there was definitely going to be alchohol, drugs and everything they desired.

Being a kpop idol with a clean image meant that they couldn’t do anything wrong in public but in private they were all a menace. The wild parties that ended up either with people throwing up in the pool or people blacking out on chairs and floors proved it.

Chan…When chan first debuted he had no idea it would be like this but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed being free and having alchohol run through his veins causing an adrenaline rush. He loved dancing till his feet hurt but most especially he loved the ladies.

He loved that fact that he was so famous, handsome and rich he would get any woman he desired. They all could, so it was no suprise that Chan was dating the smoking hot cheek who was new to the block.

He didn’t really know her name but he knew that she made him look good and that’s what mattered.

“Nice watch Hannie,” Leeknow complimented Han. The car was packed but they all could fit in.

“Yeah, it’s real Gold, it costed me a fortune.” He boasted and showed everyone the blinging watch that had diamonds all over.

“Don’t lose it, you know how you get when your on substances Hyung,” I.N pushes Han playfully and they start a playful little fight.

“Hey! Watch the suit! Watch the suit!” Hyunjin scolds the boys who were now out breath. They all ended up bursting out in laughter.

When they arrived, they were welcomed in with so much love and joy. Everybody loved the boys. Who wouldn’t? If people weren’t trying to get into their pants they were trying to get into their wallets and if they weren’t trying to get into their wallets they were trying to get their spotlight. This caused all of them to be cautious about the people around them but still they chose to be friendly to everyone and to talk to everyone.

The party was fun. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Hyunjin was surrounded by girls…well all of them except Chan who was with his girlfriend.

He was out of his mind and senseless. The alchohol slowly diluting in his blood.

The girl, Xio, was dancing all of him. His body was hot under his jacket so he took it off. His girlfriend now kissing and grinding all up on him.

“Wanna go somewhere quiet?” She whispered in his ear making him crave her even more. He was hungry for her. He needed her but not for the right reasons.

He needed her to use her for his sexual frustrations.

He smirks and puts his drink down. One hand wrapped around her waist as he drags her to the nearest room possible.

“I want you so bad Y/n,” he moans as he ripped her clothes off.

“Y/n? Who’s Y/n?” She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and looks up at the man who had now realized his mistake.

Fuck.

Meanwhile in Australia. Y/n was sat home with her mum when she recieved a text from Hannah. She hadn’t expected it. Her breathing hitched and excitement grew in her body. She couldn’t believe her eyes but something in her new that this was going to be a rough journey. The words rolled off her tongue painfully yet so easily.

Hannah Bhang🥰: Chan comes home in 2 weeks.

Butterflies were filling her stomach. Her hands were shaking as she thought of what to reply. She had so much to do. The love of her life was coming back home. Would she cry? Laugh? Panic? What was he like now? Tall? Buff? Was he still funny? Goofy? Or was he now mature? Was his curls still intact?

She was worried about things that were the least of her problems because little did she know the “love of her life” was currently receiving a blowjob on a bathroom floor.

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz angst #skz x reader #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #bangchan angst

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assassinschaoticcreed · 2 months

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so um, how did everyone become friends?

so im gonna start off saying that these are the ages I HC the boys are modern time, per my noggin.

Desmond: 22

Ezio & Arno: 23

Connor: 24

Altaïr & Jacob (& Evie): 25

Edward: 27

don't ask me why, but its just my brain rot.

Ezio's family adopted Desmond into their family after he left the farm; so their relationship is like brothers (obviously) (Desmond was 16, Ezio was 17)

Arno met Ezio & Desmond through one of his mom's fashion show; Maria & Claudia are huge fans of her work and managed to snag tickets to one of her shows (those runway things). Maria and Marie (Arnos mom) talked about their sons and Marie was like "hey let's all get together over some nice wine, my husband owns a winery" cue Ezio, Desmond & Arno meeting. ironically when they first met Arno & Ezio couldn't stand each other because of how much alike they acted, Desmond was the peace maker. over time though Arno, Ezio and Desmond became inseparable. (Ezio & Arno were 20, Desmond was 19)

Edward and Connor met through Haytham, in my noggin Edward & Connor are actually cousins but there is a 3 year difference between the two. they also have a sibling like relationship due to Edward also not liking Haytham. (Ziio is alive and her and Haytham married, they are happy, although it was rocky before they officially married and Connor was 5 years old when they married.) Connor doesn't get along with Haytham not only cause of the Templar thing, but also Charles Lee & the other Templars judge Haytham for being with Ziio and Connor being his son. they belittled Connor hence his hatred for them, Haytham behind the scenes though threatened them to stop or else..

Edward, Jacob (and Connor) met Jacob this way; they met during a mission they were sent on. they had to meet Jacob at a pub to listen to a Templar meeting and after they got their info they all sat and had drinks and a meal (Connor didn't drink any alcohol, only Ed & Jacob). they all got along great, although Connor did NOT appreciate having to carry both the drunkards back to the hotel, and he just dumped the two of them on the bed and went to sleep in his.

Altaïr met Ezio, Desmond and Arno at one of the Creeda HQ centers. he was just transferred to their branch, and he was a complete dick. Arno had no hesitation and lit into Altaïr for his behavior and had one of those "catch me outside how bout that" Altaïr ACTUALLY had respect for Arno for standing up to him let alone make a threat. they became good acquaintances, that developed into a great friendship (he does wish to throw hands sometimes if Arno becomes too sassy). Altaïr was Top Annoyed with Ezio when first meeting him. *looks to Arno and points at Ezio* "does...does this thing ever shut the hell up?" cue Ezio *LE GASP* "ME? A THING? bastardo! how dare--" and Desmond pipes in "let's all just calm down and talk, yes?" they all sit down, Desmond & Ezio introduced themselves. Altaïr likes Desmond too, Ezio is a 50/50, he wanted to punch him in the face but he didn't hate him. they're now great friends too. (Altaïr: 23, Ezio & Arno: 21, Desmond 20)

Arno, Ezio, Desmond & Connor met at Arnos Cafe (the one he was gifted from his parents on his 20th birthday) Ziio recommended the Cafe for its bakery sweets and rich flavorful coffee, they also have great hot chocolate. (Connor got the hot chocolate and some macaroons) Desmond was the one who made the recommendation on the flavors of the macaroons while Arno recommended the "campfire hot chocolate". Connor heard campfire and was convinced it'd be the best thing ever, it's his go to whenever he's there now. Ezio was introduced to Connor by Desmond & Arno. they adopted Connor into the boys then and there. (yes I see Ezio being the one to give the friend group that name)

Connor introduced Edward & Jacob to the boys.

Arno & Desmond introduced Altaïr to the boys (Ezio was still salty with Altaïr so he didn't do the introductions).

the rest is history 👏

#ac #assassins creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #arno dorian #ezio auditore da firenze #altair ibn la'ahad #arno victor dorian #ac desmond #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway #jacob frye

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aveegrex · 2 years

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FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS

part 2 here

pairing: jjk boys and men x gn!reader (Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Higuruma, Choso, Yuji, Megumi) genre: fluff, headcanons word count: 1,6 k cw: drinking for Higuruma part, otherwise none

Gojo:

ok so we know he’s a playful little shit

but I’d say lets dwell a little on the fact that he’s rich and eccentric, and also quite confident about his allure, so he wouldn’t throw himself out there to stun his date for life, no

he doesn’t attempt to impress anyone, it comes naturally

A board game date is my guess here. In Japan there’s this thing, an incense game box, which is a box assorted with incense and different traditional board games. So you basically play games and smell nice afterwards. Cute.

He comes from a traditional family, he was raised in a conservative environment, and he’s introduced as someone who hates tradition, I know.

But he doesn’t hate everything traditional, just the things that make little sense to him and are outdated, hence harmful in the modern world.

His childhood actually might be filled with sweet memories of playing board games with his mentors, so he wouldn’t be opposed to such activity, turning it into a perfect idea for a calm, slow-paced first date.

You two get to play a little and the environment isn’t too overstimulating, allowing you two to chat and get to know each other better.

He gets to show off a little, just for his own sake. You get to have fun and rival him at something where his physical training and superpowers don’t give him an upper hand. Perfect fit!

He’d also order some rare tea to go with an assortment of sweets of his personal choice.

And contrary to the common belief, Gojo wouldn’t be trying to get into your pants on your first date, opting for a sweet innocent and intimate pastime.

First date with Gojo would be expensive, relaxing and chill, definitely leaving behind a very good impression.

Nanami:

This one is harder. Nanami is a man of class, so it would be absolutely normal for you to assume the standard restaurant date. But since he left his job as a broker, he tends to experiment with his lifestyle choices (like his outfit).

So having that in mind we can guess he’d try something unexpected yet not too far out of his comfort zone.

I’m thinking a bowling date, to be honest.

It’s something low-risk, not very noisy, but also quite fun and challenging. It’s the perfect “I just always wanted to try this out” thing that’s both fun and safe enough to do with a person you want to charm.

Also, given Nanami’s precision as a jujutsu sorcerer, he’d 100 percent be using the chance to impress you with his sniper aim. Not blatantly, but he’d pull a small smug grin every time you cheer him for a strike.

He’s also probably the only person in the whole world to look good in bowling shoes, so why not use it?

Overall it’s the perfect ratio of fun and mature, and bowling leaves a pretty big room for conversation, so you’d get a sweet memorable first date experience.

Toji:

Ok, we still have to keep the low-budget thing in mind.

We also have to keep in mind how horny this guy is.

But those two things absolutely don’t mean that he wouldn’t be trying to leave a good impression. He was raised as an outcast, a black sheep of Zenin’s, so I think he’d be happy to do something that earns him a little praise.

He’d also want the date to have a finale that can leave room both for retreating and for proceeding to juicier activities if all goes well.

Low-budget, low-key and heartfelt. Hmmmm.

This guy has been around Japan a lot, chasing his targets like a shadow. He knows many beautiful secluded places and absolutely can come up with a stunning sight-seeing route of gardens, abandoned temples and uninhabited historic places.

It’s cheap, since he only needs to splurge on train tickets and groceries for making snacks. It’s low-key, because what? You two are just walking around, maybe taking pictures of each other and some animals, and talking about everything and nothing at once.

It’s romantic as hell, you have to appreciate the effort that came into planning.

And all those gardens and beautiful secluded sights make for amazing kissing spots. No one is going to intrude on you trying to express your gratitude to him for being such a sweet thoughtful pea.

Higuruma:

Speaking from personal experience, I can tell that criminal lawyers drink a lot. Also, given how Higuruma takes on cases that are most likely pro bono, I’d say he isn’t exactly a guy with a bank.

He’s a stressed fella, and would probably prefer a date where he doesn’t have to put too much thought in planning. At least on the first one.

I see many people saying he’s like a Nanami 2.0, and I can’t say I totally agree with that. They have many things in common, yet are still very different and unique.

He’d love to have a date where you two experience something and then discuss it over some alcohol, using the first part as an ice-breaker.

So Kabuki theater? Oiran processions? Sumo fighting?

Something of that sort. These things seem to be on the surface options, yet you get surprised when you’re asked to one. And they never fail to leave an impression that’s good enough to ignite a conversation further on.

I believe he’d be hesitant to do his best at planning the first date since the idea that he has to be prepared if all goes to shit was branded into his DNA with his attorney practice years. He doesn’t want to get too invested at first, and opts for something mildly creative to test the waters.

Yet he does want to leave a good impression himself, so expect the sake conversation to be fascinating.

Yuji:

My belief is that Yuji would be excited about any sort of idea you throw at him, but a dog cafe is the one to take the cake.

Baby is no money, all love and all chat.

He first considered taking you to the movies, but Nobara told him it’s lame and he shot his second idea at her, earning himself a surprised approval.

It’s sweet because it’s puppies, it’s cheap because it’s just a cafe, and it makes for a perfect bonding experience and a conversation booster. What not to love?

You just have to make sure Yuji doesn’t try to steal a puppy as you two are leaving.

He’d definitely be the one to suggest getting some food afterwards. I think he has a few homely spots in his mind where the food is cheap and the family business vibe is strong.

He’d also walk you home even if that means he’ll have to make a long way back to jujutsu tech after.

Give him a peck on the lips before he has to run off to the train station.

Overall it’s a very lovely and warm experience that is sure to leave you satisfied.

Choso:

He’s still trying to learn as much about this world as he can. He was sealed for hundreds of years and absorbs information like a sponge, always inquisitive and amused about something.

Probably he’s also low on money and highly willing to impress you.

My guess is a museum date. Not just any museum, but art museum specifically, since he believes that art conveys the evolution of ideas better than just historic artifacts.

He’d inspect every piece meticulously, asking you questions when something doesn’t make sense to him.

Actually the first few times he fails to keep his volume down and earns himself a few grumpy shushes.

After a whispered discussion on everything you two saw, he’d suggest a slow walk in a park to pitch some ideas on what museum you two should visit next.

He’s also quick to propose a coffee break before walking you home.

Take a cute picture of him and he’d look at you with heart eyes for the rest of the night.

When you’re getting ready to go to bed later, you’ll find him spamming your chat with different youtube videos about pieces you saw together.

Megumi:

As a canonical animal lover, I think Megumi would definitely try to include animals in your first date since he knows some stuff about them and feels more confident in a conversation this way.

But he doesn’t find zoos romantic, and the conditions are usually upsetting, so cue an aquarium date.

Dark hallways filled with blue lighting? Silent admirers that share amazed whispers? Majestic sharks and colorful tiny fish? Hypnotizing jellyfish and cute penguins?

Absolutely yes.

More so, with how dark the halls are he can muster up enough courage to gently take your hand in his and not be shy about a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

If you want to tease him a little, take a video of him waving his hand and making cute faces to the dolphin. He’ll deny it ever happened but will melt inside.

Also by the end of the tour you two buy each other tiny plushies and exchange them to commemorate the day.

He’ll also buy you two some sweet milky drinks and kiss your cheek, thanking you for the date.

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, make your first dates cute and thoughtful love, X

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gridlocked ~ trystan & nora

Nora and Trystan investigate a case of a missing student, except they realize she might have also gone completely offline; her internet footprints scrubbed off as if she were never there.

wc: 2.9k, warnings: mentions of blackmail

a/n: @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt "new life" // this is the first installment in many case-fics (I'm back writing more case fics!) to come (gonna be very very original here and title this part one of the 'The Casebook of Nora Rose' lmao). This doesn't follow any sort of 'canonical' timeline, so take it however you will

In the cases of missing persons, it is perhaps more important to observe one’s bedroom - especially if they didn’t have a verifiable presence online. The topmost sanctuary on a list of them. (The list went: locked blogs, private social media accounts, bedrooms and boxes, in that order.)

You’d be surprised the number of times Nora found the answer in an unsuspecting drawer. A ticket from a school charity carnival and suddenly the kid is on the run with the fundraising money, not knowing what to do, knowing they couldn’t just give up and afraid to stay in one place, afraid of getting penalized legally.

Maria Palmer’s bedroom was neat. Mrs Palmer had put in extra care in the form of extravagant housekeepers to dust everything with its own scent. Everything had its place. The vanity kit never bled into the verdant mahogany desk meant for working. Books never touched the bedside tables, given their own places on neat shelves. Working stationary was contained to two drawers alone; the ink kept far away from the silk bed sheets.

Nothing suggested a kid lived there; even if the kid just so happened to come from a line of wealthy corporate magnates. And that’s precisely where Trystan came in.

“I just had a talk with David and Clara.” he said, entering briskly.. “They said they last talked to Maria over the phone when she was en route back to her boarding school. They denied any claims of her ‘acting strange’ over the weekend and were puzzled to hear the news that she wasn’t present anywhere in school.”

“But you call bullshit.”

“Obviously. If anything, Maria would know how to hide well. Part of the whole ‘being a part of a pressurizing family’. Look-” Trystan pulled open the vanity drawer. “- generic brands of high-end makeup, never used. Books hardly ever opened. Everything feels so -- new, preserved like a museum here.”

Nora’s phone vibrated with a series of texts from Luke. She picked it up, giving it a quick glance:

Luke: Sending you Maria’s student profile from Wellesley’s. Luke: <sent an attachment> Luke: No luck w the social media stuff, I suggest you look for different means. Girl’s digital footprint is scrubbed off. Luke: can’t track her phone either. Tough luck but I'll keep trying.

“Must be one hell of a phone to have Luke not figure its entire schematic diagram out already.”

“Her student records say she was a well-rounded student with good grades. She started at Wellesley two years ago; transferred schools and got in on a soccer scholarship.”

“Funny. Maria’s parents never mentioned she took an interest in soccer. When I asked them if she liked her time in Wellesley, they said she liked to write and that the school had journalism clubs she was a part of.”

A quick look at the boarding school’s website suggested there was no such thing as a journalism club. A soccer team did exist with everybody’s names and accolades and while Maria’s name was emboldened at the very end under ‘reserves’ - points for trying out and having rich parents, Nora supposed - it still didn’t add up when her student records took her in on a scholarship.

“I don’t think we can trust their word.” Trystan said. “It is likely Father Palmer made a nice donation and they just had to get something on paper to prove Maria was admitted in on merit. And if I am not wrong, boarding schools pride themselves over obscure polo-esque sports. Hence, the field of soccer - pardon the pun - is open for anyone regardless of their skill.”

“They are usually sometimes right.” Nora switched her phone off, slipping it into her pocket. “Maria might probably enjoy writing. It’s the first thing her parents would have told you about her, right?” - she continued, off Trystan’s slow nod, “I don’t think they’re lying. They wouldn’t want us stumbling into this soccer scholarship. It’s good news for whatever press that keeps writing about them.”

Nora fished her phone out of her pocket. She handed it to Trystan. “I don’t think we’ll find any piece of tangible area to cover more than her bedroom. Can you do a sweep?”

“Right, because you think I am qualified because I stuff my poetry in a tree trunk.”

She gave him a you-dug-your-own-grave look.

Trystan sighed, hand on her shoulder.. “Word to the wise, go easy on them.”

___

“We called for carpenters when Maria came over the weekend. She had a bookshelf built for her.” David cupped his mug of tea, taking slow sips. “She was -- herself. Maria talked to us a lot. She seemed to be really liking her classes this semester. Very focused, you see? The bookshelf was a reward for her good grades. We try not to spoil her too much.”

Clara walked back from the kitchen, taking a seat on her plush couch. Her haunted look from before seemed to have dissipated. “Pardon me for asking, detective but - I have heard many things about your partner. He is the exiled prince, isn’t he? From that -- little city we went on vacation once and never again.”

“Yes, he is.” Nora answered, reluctantly.

“Thought I recognized his face somewhere.” Clara chuckled a little. “The memory - it’s a little finicky.”

“Did life get busy after Maria transferred schools?”

“Um- a little.” David was hesitant but hadn’t lost his temper yet. “She lived far away from us - we barely had enough time to think about ourselves because we were too busy worrying about her. It’s been years since we went back to Europe and even more since we took a holiday.”

“Must be rough, but - c’mon, who hasn’t taken a summer road trip anywhere, right?” Nora tried to make her enthusiasm look less synthetic. Fortunately for her, the parents were too dejected to notice whether she had an interest in the Palmers’ holidays.

“Maria spent her summers in Wellesley.”

“The whole summer? Did she have a project or-”

“We assumed so.” Clara interjected. “Guess we can’t trust our daughter anymore with anything, really.”

“Clara-” David motioned, as if he were trying to tell her to refrain herself.

“It’s true. She only came home for the weekend because she cared so much about that shelf. She doesn’t come home if there’s no little present waiting for her.”

“Clara, that’s enough.” David filled her empty mug with wine.

“I personally like to believe Maria would have appreciated the present. It is something she got after doing well in school, I presume? Considering you don’t wish to spoil your daughter.”

“No, of course not.”

“What do you generally reward her with? Might be a bit of an odd question to ask--” Nora started.

“No, no, nothing odd about it at all. Thing is, she never really asks for anything.” David replied. “She’s a good kid - easier to understand. We had no problems with her. She owned tons of books, read a lot, so we gave her a shelf. Told her she could customize it however she liked. We encouraged her to try out for the prom committee. Gave her the best dresses, makeup kits money could ever buy. We supported her journalism stint too - gave her the best camera possible..”

“Did she take them to school?”

“Presumably. Had she had the opportunity, she’d have had her bookshelf built in her dormitory!” David exclaimed.

Nora thought of the unused stationery, the makeup that still remained new, the wardrobe she’d only taken a quick look at - unsure what to make of the well-ironed dresses that never were worn. She thought of the books too, what Trystan told her about them - Books hardly ever opened. Six years in the industry and you too could tell if a book had been used or not judging by the fractures in its spine, forgotten bookmarks or creases on the pages. Judging by the parents’ accounts, it appeared they assumed money could fix their absence.

David purposefully fed his wife alcohol to keep her quiet; exhausted from having to project an image of ‘corporate calmness’ at his daughter’s disappearance. Clara had broken entirely; resorting to blame her daughter because it was easier that way. Nora concluded the mother and daughter wouldn’t have been the thickest of friends, considering how little of Clara appeared on the mantle of framed photos. One parent spoke highly of their daughter, while another shunned her every second they could get their hands on. Clearly Maria had different relations with them.

“Did she have plans after Wellesley?”

“She’d always expressed an interest in the family business.”

“Pfft.” Clara scoffed. “Clearly she had more interest in running away with her imaginary boyfriend.”

“I apologize.” David interjected quickly. “Please go check on the bread. Clara? -” he ushered her away to the kitchen, “I’m sorry for that. My wife is a bit of a cynic sometimes and this has taken a hard toll on her mental wellbeing. Could you give us some time, please? And if possible, could you wrap this up a little sooner? It’s best for Clara that way - if it is okay with you.”

_____

“Have you thought about it?” Trystan asked. The two of them stood staring out of Maria’s bedroom window, at the brilliant front garden. A few books were stacked up on the desk, but left halfway through - something that could be said for Trystan’s “sweep” of the bedroom that had hit a brick wall.

“If Maria is a writer and the parents believe her to be, you and I do the same, where is the expression? The writers I have met are expressive, are - really out there. Nick Bastion would take part in cult orgies to write a mystery book about the same thing. Writers are expressive people. If Maria had free reign to do - well, just about anything with her parents’ money and them willingly giving her everything, regardless of whether she likes it or not - it is likely she has already expressed herself.”

“But what is it? It’s not in writing. Not on social media. Nothing coherent.”

“The very absence of expression - can we say - amounts to some expression as well?” Trystan turned around on his heel. “The bedroom matches the walls, the hallways, and the rest of the house. Where does that leave Maria?” Trystan asked. “If she has her parents’ personality bleeding into her space? These books -” he pointed at the pile at the desk, “-are all from the Wellesley Student Library. They all have that slip of paper attached to their covers. She never took them back to her school.”

“Let’s piece together a timeline.” Nora flipped open the first book, then the second, third, fourth and fifth. She noted down the dates of Maria borrowing them and the dates they were due back. It was clear she’d brought them with her, but left with a suitcase lighter than usual.

Nora went back to the wardrobe, phone in her hand with the Wellesley website open showing her the dates of all the important events the school were to celebrate. Prom was only a few weeks away. The Annual Athletics Meet was only a few days away. All her formals hung limp in her closet. The smoking gun was finding a haphazardly thrown-away jacket with the Wellesley School’s soccer team insignia that had her name embroidered. Boarding schools might be rich, but seldom did they give more than one blazer to their athletes - reserves included.

Suffice to say, the absence of expression amounted to a greater deal than the slightest bit of difference among the gold and silver wallpapers. Maria knew her parents well enough to ensure she left her room in a way that would never reek of suspicion. After all, she was David’s little girl; Clara’s disgraced daughter, the Palmers’ spoiled child who always left with something more than she came home with.

It was a common unspoken piece of information at this point, that it was safe to assume Maria had run away. Whether it be on her own volition or through peer pressure, it was clear she’d prepared herself for it long before she’d come home.

Nora sat on the bed, scrolling through more details she could gather from Wellesley’s website, only to find a dropdown menu that said - ‘summer programs’. Curious, she clicked and gave the article a quick perusal.

“Trystan, do you have a copy of Maria’s student records? Does it mention she has any history of doing a summer program?”

“No- none at all.”

“Language arts, swimming, Latin-” Nora read off the course list. “It says that students who aren’t involved in summer programs would not be allowed to stay back in the school. The Palmers think that Maria is doing a summer program and that’s why she doesn’t come home for summer. And if you wish to stay back, you need consent from your parents.”

“But it says she’s never done them. At all. No mention of it in her records. Or any history of her staying back.”

“Everything - like you said - with her, concerns an absence.” Nora went over to the desk, picking up the books issued by the library. “No wonder we couldn’t find anything about her online. The books don’t have a barcode sticker, which means they’re not uploaded in the system yet.”

“The titles too.” Trystan highlighted. “New York Subway Guide. Perfect for a girl who is new to rapid transit commutes.. Home Repairs and Improvements. Worthy if you are taking a woodworking class. Worthier if you’re starting a new life. You get the idea. Question is, why did she leave them behind if they are useful guides?”

“They’re books.” Nora answered, which didn’t really prove her point.

She sighed, substantiating further. “Books are heavy. She can’t take pictures on her phone camera - no, unless she has one of those low-quality burner mobiles. David mentioned giving her daughter a camera to support her journalism hobby. Perhaps she could have taken what she needed, ditched the books back because she didn’t need all that extra weight. And it works out for her because the books don’t land up in her records. She doesn’t need to have her Google searches leave digital footprints.”

“It is a reasoning.” Trystan compromised.

“Another thing that I found strange-”

“Which is?”

“Her parents. Neither of them - in my brief conversation with them - ever wrestled with the possibility she could have been kidnapped. A sixteen year old girl travels alone. That sentence doesn’t end well in many stories. One could say it’s a likely response to trauma or distress but -- like I said, subjective.”

“We can’t rule that out either. The parents have their own differences to settle. The child could have been caught in the middle. Question is, if she really did wish to run away, why do it now?”

“It’s the timing. David said Maria was very excited to come home to customize her bookshelf. He said they had to get carpenters to work on the customizations. Depending upon the commission, furniture businesses usually insist you pay before you get a shelf assembled for you. Typically the package would also cover the costs for carpenters--” Nora searched the bookshelf for any signs of a logo stamped across the side. She emerged with a satisfying smile, giving her phone a couple of taps, pulling up the contractor’s website. “-- like so.”

“Nora I genuinely have no idea where you are leading with this.”

“She needs cash. She needs a nice check so that she can trade for physical cash. What did you tell me about Maria having free reign?”

“If Maria had free reign to do anything with her parents’ money and them willingly giving her everything, it is likely she’s -- expressed herself?”

A quick word with David and Clara only cemented this theory further.

“Maria told me to address the check to Harriet Trout.” David sunk his head into his hands. “I didn’t -- I thought it -- I mean, it was a couple hundred dollars--”

“Can we get an exact amount?” Trystan queried.

“A thousand dollars. I--- I should have checked, I-- I genuinely thought --”

“We’ll look into this.” Nora told the distraught couple. “We’ll be in touch.”

Wishing not to engage further with the internal politics in the Palmer household, Trystan and Nora took their leave.

____

“Harriet Trout wouldn’t be that hard to narrow down.” Nora said, as they walked back to their car. “A made-up name at that too. Maria would be avoiding getting her transactions on paper, so she’s traveling with cash. She wouldn’t have gone out of state. Last-minute plane tickets can rake up prices. She needs money for food and living.”

“We’ll have to look into nearby motels with cheap price ranges.”

“Somewhere near Wellesley would do it. If she hadn’t come back home for the summer and likely wouldn’t have gone out of state either, given her parents would know either way, she would have hung around in motels. Perhaps someone was sponsoring her stay through the summer. Ensuring she doesn’t have to use her card because her parents would come to know if she were to withdraw huge amounts of money overnight.”

“Do you think she might have opened up an account in Harriet Trout’s name?”

“Possible.”

“Nora wait-” Trystan placed an arm on her shoulder. “What if she didn’t run away like we assumed? What if due to this - sponsor, she was forced to go back and repay the money? But a thousand dollars would hardly cover two, three months’ stay. With three meals a day and transport. And that discounts your everyday expenses. It could be well above a thousand.”

“Maria’s father told me she never really asked for anything. It could be her guilt holding her back.”

“Think about it.” Trystan implored. “The sponsor would likely be more experienced than her.. Them telling her how to get the money, how to get it from her impressionable parents. Her father, especially, because they had a good relationship. It is unlikely for a sixteen year old boarding school student to do something like this if they don’t already have a steady hand guiding them through.”

Nora agreed. “The sponsor seems to understand her better than anyone else that she would leave home for it. Something that is holding her accountable somewhere. One which she had no control of.”

He continued. “After all, that is all people want, yes? Someone to understand them better? And they’re more vulnerable then?”

Vulnerable sent shivers down Nora's spine. She immediately took her phone to call Mafalda.

_____

Tagging:

perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me @thosehallowedhalls

crimes: @trappedinfanfiction @ao719 @cassie-thorne @peonierose @moominofthevalley @jerzwriter @dutifullynuttywitch

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged/removed, as always no hard feelings.

A/N:

This is *technically* my first foray into writing short mystery stories and I really hope I did a good job of it and that there are no unaddressed plot holes that makes me want to astral project myself into hell.

I want to bring out bits of characterisation in the story and I loved writing how Nora sees a problem versus how Trystan sees a problem. Nora's rooted in pragmatic explanations while Trystan tends to challenge both pragmatism and abstract-ism with a flurry of "Wh-" questions.

I especially liked writing the last bit because it kind of has them show a lot more sympathy than they originally started off with and both of them can kind of put themselves in Maria's shoes. I didn't plan on writing an end to this, given it would likely exceed 4k words and I did not want this little short story project to just derail into a pit of hopeless nightmares. You can expect Maria to have a happy ending, reunite with her parents and have Nora and Trystan be able to use their assumptions and deduction to derive a thread of a possible explanation to bring Maria home.

Thank you for reading <33

#w:inlocusmads #trystan thorne x mc #crimes of passion fics #crimes of passion choices #trystan & nora

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xxcallmemaryxx · 2 years

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Ghouls/GNreader

You rope your beloved ghouls into a game of Hide and Seek! Cue frantic and possessive ghouls.

Request for Anon!

Today is practice day for the ghouls. They lock themselves in the practice studio for hours and hours to rehearse for upcoming tours. Sometimes you join them, other times you stay back to enjoy the peace.

Today you decided to stay back, lounging around in the common room you all share. You've occupied yourself with a good book for a while now, and checking the time, you've got about an hour until the guys finish up.

You are a little bored of reading, and as much as you love having some quiet time… you need to find something else to do.

Looking around the room trying to think of something you land on a cabinet you keep tucked away to the side. It's used to store the DVDs the lot of you have collected over the years. It barely gets touched now. You haven't seen any of the ghouls open that thing in months, but you've always thought it looked big enough for you to fit in.

Obviously with an hour to kill now is the perfect time to test that theory. So you empty it out, and crawl inside. It's pretty much perfect.

Feeling a little proud of yourself you think you'll have some fun with this.

You crawl out, and move all of the DVDs to your room. Hiding them away so your plan doesn't get busted.

Once you're happy with that, you go into Rain's room and steal his fluffy blanket off his bed. You wrap it around yourself and then crawl back into your new found home nice and snug.

Pulling your phone out to check the time, you see you've got about 15 minutes until the ghouls wrap up and make their way back down to the ghoul rooms. So you click into the group chat you've had with them for a while.

You cannot for the life of you stop the grin that grows on your face as you type out your little text.

“Whoever finds me first gets rewarded. All the cuddles and kisses you want.”

Then after a minute or so after you press send you watch as each of their contact names pop up under the message, notifying you they've seen it and they are now well aware of the game you've roped them into.

You're almost positive they've ditched their instruments and are now on the hunt to find you, you would think creatures from the pits of hell would be as scary as they sound…. But in reality they’re the softest, sookiest beings you've ever known. So full of love with such intense needs to be loved.

You predict it won't take long for them to find you, but you want a small challenge… hence you stealing Rain's blanket. They would be able to sniff you out within seconds, so hopefully this masks your scent for a little while. But… you also know the longer they can't find you, the more crazed they get. Their need to have you again will overpower their self control, even if they know it's a game. Their bond with you is out of this world and it just won't allow you to hide from them for too long. The thought of them finding you while they're in that state makes your heart race. The possessiveness makes you weak and you come crawling back for it every. Single. Time.

Rechecking your phone, you see it's been about 10 minutes. They have yet to even step foot inside the common room and you can already picture them tearing the place apart for a simple whiff of your scent.

They know you well though, there's a lot of places around the church you wouldn't even dare sneak into just for a silly game. So they know which places to look and where to avoid. They can't be wasting time knocking on Nihil's door just to ask if they can look through his closets. Even attempting to would earn them a one way ticket back down to hell.

It's only a matter of minutes later when you hear them throw the door open and start searching the room. With there being 5 of them, you already know they've scoured the halls of this church at least twice before making it back home.

You can hear the opening and closing of cabinet doors, the stomping of their feet as they walk past your little hide so unknowingly, and the slight panic in their voices when they realise they haven't quite caught your scent since entering the room like they thought they would. Obviously it's a little bit stronger here, but not enough to track you.

“They’re masking themself” you hear Rain call out.

In return to his statement you hear a chorus of confused grunts come from the other ghouls.

“My blanket is gone. The one I sleep with…. That's why we can't smell them.”

You smile at that. You knew he would notice eventually.. You're surprised at how quick he realised given how frantic he sounds… but you always steal it from him and he knows how much you love this thing.

At this point you're counting down the seconds. Hearing them be so close has you on edge, your heart is racing and your hands are starting to shake. You're sure they've tipped their bedrooms upside down, and you know damn well they've ransacked your room by now too.

Then as if on cue…. The door to the cabinet you're in flies open. Light fills the space and there you are. Tucked away, hidden underneath a fluffy blanket with the stupidest grin on your face.

And there he is.

Aether.

His eyes are wild, his fangs are barred and his breathing is erratic. Before you can even utter a word out to him, his clawed hand reaches in and yanks you out. Straight into his chest.

His arms are wrapped around you and his nose is in your hair and neck. Half scenting you, half scenting himself. You look around and see the array of looks on the rest of the ghouls' faces. At first they're happy you've been found…but then as they realise they miss out on your affections, they're left with such disappointed facial expressions… it breaks your heart a little.

You give Aeth a little kiss on his forehead then whisper into his ear…

“I'm sorry honey…”

Before he can properly ask you why, you're already calling out to the rest of them…

“You all win, I cant… you all deserve to win”

Aether looks at you with a soft smile, clearly not at all upset that he now gets to snuggle with all of his favourite beings in the world.

One by one the rest of the ghouls bolt into your room, stripping shoes and shirts as they go… eager to have you back to themselves again.

But before you join them you plant a gentle kiss on Aethers lips.

“How'd you find me?”

“Found the DVDs in your room… “ he says with a smirk.

You smile at him and let him kiss you one more time. This time a little longer… and a little more feverish… but he deserves it.

You walk over to your room together and see the mess the guys have made of your bed. Blankets and pillows have been rearranged to form a makeshift nest, Dew and Mountain are putting it together while Rain and Swiss are gathering more blankets from the other rooms.

You can't even crawl in yourself… you are quite literally dragged into the bed by Mountain, who takes this opportunity to wrap himself around you while the others take their rightful places in your bed. Within seconds you're a mess of tails and limbs… but you've never felt safer.

They don't say anything. Their actions speak loud enough. But you make a point to plant kisses on every body part you can reach. They are clinging to you like they've been searching for you for years, and you know you'll be giving them all endless amounts of love over the next few days.

You all love a good chase… but at the end of the day you all love each other way more.

You can feel your eyes drooping, you know you're not moving from this spot for a long time. But you can feel a small nudge in your side. You pop an eye open and see Rain already looking at you…

“Why don't you just keep the blanket… I know you love it” he very shyly mumbles to you.

You smile at him, such a sweet baby he is.

“If it belonged to me it wouldn't smell like you anymore…”

You watch that information process, and judging by the sparkle in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks he took it quite well.

#THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE #I AM SO HAPPY WITH THE OUTCOME #THANKYOU TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS I HOPE YOU ARE JUST AS HAPPY #marys musings #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul

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laskyy · 2 years

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P1harmony as your boyfriend - Soul version

Genre: fluff

Tw: Kissing (let me know if I missed something)

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How you met:

So you were just hanging out with your friends talking and laughing away when you started getting hungry

You guys went to McDonald's because it was the closest to where you guys were

Everyone placed their order and now you were just patiently waiting for the food

Your order's number was 87 while the rest of your friends' numbers were before you because you took some time to think about what you would get

"87?" The cashier called out

You and another boy with purple-ish hair went to the counter

You were both kind of confused because you were 87 and he couldn't have the same number right?

Wrong :)

For some reason both of your orders had the number 87

You both compared your tickets to see if your orders were written right

"Oh this isn't my order! I ordered large fries!" The boy next to you stated

"Well it's settled then!" You said and started walking away with your food

"WAIT!!"

You turned around and everyone was looking at the boy that was next to you at the counter while he was staring at you wide eyed

"Y-you uhm good choice on your order?"

King of compliments <3

"Thanks!"

You waited to see if he said anything more but he stood quiet so you said bye and walked to your friends' table

"What was that about?" One of your friends asked

There was a problem with the orders and then this really cute guy gave me a very weird compliment an-"

"You think he's cute?"

Aha a random grey haired guy just apeared and apparently he was listening to your conversation.. nice

"Y-yeah, but where are you envolved in this?"

"Well that cute guy is my friend Shota! And he also happens to find you cute hence the nonsense he said to you!"

"Oh"

"Yeah well here's his number, goodbye!"

You opened the napkin to find a number there and then stored it in your pocket as you felt your cheeks heat up

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How he asked you out:

After getting Shota's number you guys grew closer

Every friday you had movie night with him and the guys!

(The guys were there because he's a baby that should be supervised)

This friday Shota decided that he was going to ask you out!

This was it, but he didn't really know how

So like any normal being he went to a paternal figure for advice

Keeho in his case!

"Steph how do I ask y/n out?"

"NO! WHY ARE YOU GROWING UP SO FAST!! STOOOP!!"

Cue Keeho sobbing and Shota just standing there like

"Ok but are you going to help or-"

Eventually Keeho does help

Or tries to

"Just tackle them in a hug and I think they'll get it!"

"KEEHO THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

"THEN YOU HELP SINCE YOU KNOW SO MUCH JIUNG!"

And Jiung did help a bit more than Keeho

(It's ok Keeho you tried)

So with Jiung's help Shota bought a plushie of your favorite color

He also reserved a whole McDonald's just to ask you out like-

He is dedicated!!

So you came in to the dorms for movie night but were met with Shota pushing you out the door into their manager's car

And you thought

"Oh so he waited to kidnap me :)"

But fortunately that was not the case!!

You guys reached McDonald's after what felt like years because Shota was not talking to you at all!!

You saw the McDonald's where you first met and were confused

"If you were hungry you could have just said so!?"

"Get in, we'll talk after eating."

You: ??

Shota: :3

You guys were eating and he started to loosen up as he was talking, cracking jokes and doing the ocasional random noise

You finished eating and asked him what he wanted to talk about

"Well- uhm I jus- I LIKE YOU OH MY GOD"

You just stood there for a good 5 seconds until he shoved a plushie in your arms and looked at you

You hugged him and he hugged back while jumping around

"I like you too!"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"I'd love to!!"

He kissed your cheek and you heard some murmuring coming from behind you

"Keeho shut up"

"Yeah they'll hear us!"

"They're not supposed to kiss before their wedding!!!!"

You and Shota just laughed and went to eat again :)

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How he is as a partner:

Soooooo

This boy is a rollercoaster!!

He might seem quiet but he is so fun to be around and chaotic as well

You catch yourself having random dance battles whether you can dance or not-

"Hey Shota can you pass the salt?"

"Only if you win against me in a dance battle!"

"Oh it's on!"

Theo: "Seriously what is going on I-"

Intak: "Shut up I wanna see who wins :D"

We all know how affectionate he is with Keeho so prepare for the same affection if not more!!

You walk into the room: you get a huge hug and a kiss

You give him a compliment: you get a huge hug and a kiss

You exist: you get a huge hug and a kiss

So that's fun!!

He seems like the type of peorson to fall hard so I feel like he was the first one to say I love you in a completely random setting!

It was a movie night at the dorm and one of you had to choose the movie

So to decide who chose it, you guessed it!

DANCE BATTLE

And when it was your turn he was just looking at you in awe and it slipped out like that

"I love you"

Cue you tripping over your foot after hearing those words

Don't worry you said it back as soon as the shock went away :)

Overall he is the hugest loving goof and he wants to be around you 24/7 while cuddling

(Even if Keeho sometimes cuddles with you guys due to the fact that " you are babies!")

He loves you very much and he also gives the best hugs!!

I want a hug from Shota now and I'm sure you do too :')

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Hey guyyys!! I'm back after more than a month! Sorry for the wait but I was in a rough mental space and was feeling unmotivated but now I'm back and I will trie to upload Jiung's version next week!! I lovw you!

-Ana 🌸

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P1harmony as your boyfriend masterlist

#p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1h scenarios #p1h imagines #haku shota #shota fluff

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sailorspazz · 8 months

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Inouesatoh Exhibition 2023

In the summer of 2019, Vanilla Gallery in Tokyo hosted an exhibition for Inouesatoh featuring her 10 Dance art. In July 2023, they announced they would be running a second exhibition from September 7th to the 24th, this time additionally including her works from before 10 Dance, serving to also celebrate the 20th anniversary of her manga career. In addition, there would be new 10 Dance goods for sale, as well as some merch from earlier events. After attending the amazing Real 10 Dance event in February 2023, surely I couldn't justify going to Japan twice in one year for 10 Dance related things, could I...? Well, spoiler alert, I did, so below the cut you'll find my report on attending this special exhibition!

After a rather long trip that included a one-hour technical delay of my first flight and a three-hour weather delay of my second flight due to a typhoon going through Tokyo, I made it to Japan on the evening of September 8th, with my exhibition ticket set for entry at noon on the 9th. After doing various things in the morning such as getting a nice bowl of fresh seafood at Tsukiji, walking around the Hama Rikyu gardens, and stopping by the large Uniqlo in Ginza (where I ended up buying a Magic Knight Rayearth shirt, one of my old fandoms from the 90s lol), I arrived at Vanilla Gallery about 10 minutes before noon, where I saw several other people lined up on the sidewalk. Once the doors opened, we were led down a couple flights of stairs, where the above poster was displayed on one of the landings. Then, after getting to the bottom of the stairs, there were two different rooms labeled A and B. The left side was A, which contained all of the 10 Dance pieces as well as the merch selling area, and the right side was B, which featured Inouesatoh's older works, as well as displays of 10 Dance art reproductions that were available for pre-order. Everyone headed into the A side first, where all of the walls featured either original drafts (for chapter 31 and earlier) or large digital copies (for chapter 32 onward) of manga pages, plus various illustrations such as volume covers and special colored pages. For the earlier chapters you could see things such as white out, corrections, and notes about which screentones should be used. For the later, digitally created chapters, the pages looked mostly the same as how they were printed, except some were larger and showed bits from the edges of pages that were originally cut off and hence not fully drawn in detail or screentoned. There were over 100 pieces on display in total; some of the scenes featured included chapter 11's flirting practice, chapter 15's subway makeout session, the entire farewell dance sequence from chapter 33, and Suzuki and Norman's *ahem* "arrangement" from chapter 38.

The absolute "wow" piece was the new artwork created specifically for this exhibition, featuring Suzuki being a devil and angel simultaneously (and Sugiki indulging people who are into feet lol). I had seen some pics of it on Twitter, but it still surprised me with how impressive (and big!) it was in person. It was the only piece that pictures were allowed to be taken of, so here're the shots I took (due to the lighting, I couldn't really get a shot without reflections, unfortunately):

I'm absolutely o b s e s s e d with their expressions.

For a sense of scale, here's a picture Inouesatoh and Teacher shared on Twitter:

In the middle of the room, there was a set-up that included a map of the Ginza area that showed locations used in the series (including their route to Tokyo station from chapter 33), a chair that included an artfully draped dance tuxedo, four sketches of merchandise ideas (one that was used for the stand, one that turned into the angel/devil piece, one that she colored and shared on Twitter before we even knew about the exhibition, and a fourth that hasn't yet been used anywhere, but I hope it will be since it shows a really cool and dynamic pose), several flower arrangements celebrating the exhibition/Inoue's 20th anniversary as a manga artist/her birthday (September 10th), and a guestbook for fans to leave messages. I was wary of writing anything at first, since I don't ever practice hand-writing Japanese, so I know my penmanship is sloppy and I have a hard time writing kanji from memory (I tried turning to my phone for assistance, but alas did not have a wifi connection in that underground level). But I thought I should still try anyway, so I just wrote a short and simple message congratulating her on the exhibition, saying that I'd come from America to see it and it was great.

Here's an image that Vanilla Gallery shared on Twitter that gives a good view of the center and a partial wall:

I then headed over to the B room, where Inouesatoh's earlier works from 2003 to 2011 were featured. Many of the pages included sex scenes, which somewhat amusingly had bits of black tape covering the naughty bits (I saw a fan note on Twitter that if you looked at them from a slanted angle you could totally see under the tape lol). One of the walls also had information about the signed reproductions that could be pre-ordered for delivery in mid-December. This is an image from the online sales afterward showing the options and prices:

I didn't place an order at the venue because I wasn't sure if they would deliver outside of Japan, and didn't know if my friends who live there would be available to receive the artwork in that timeframe. Instead, I waited until afterward and placed a proxy order for the new piece through Buyee.

There were other items available to purchase on site, so I indulged myself in a bunch of merch! On my first trip to the register, I picked up the tote bag, washi tape, art books for both this exhibition and the previous one, the acrylic stand, two blind pack keychains, and six blind pack art cards. The art cards included five regular designs and one rare special (the new angel/devil piece), and I hoped I could get all of them in one go. I tried to quietly open the packs to see if I'd gotten lucky, and while I did get all of the regular designs, no special was among them. So I bought a second round of six cards, plus two more keychains just because. Again I checked to see if I had gotten the one I wanted, but all I had was doubles/triples of the five regular designs. So I gave it one more shot, six more cards, and again ended up with duplicates. At that point, I figured I shouldn't let myself keep gambling since I'd probably just get more and more duplicates of the ones I already had, so I sadly accepted my fate lol. At least there's a beautiful print of the new art piece in the catalog book for me to stare at (plus the signed version that'll be coming my way in December!)

After the event ended, they started selling the exhibition catalog and acrylic stand online, which can be found here. Also available is a separate catalog featuring her pre-10 Dance works (assuming the split is because her earlier series are owned by a different publisher). That book is sold here.

Though I had wanted to visit some more of the sites used in the series that I didn't get to see on my previous visit (when I had been racing against the clock as it got dark), ultimately I didn't end up having time to go on a full pilgrimage. However, on my last day just before heading to the airport, I wanted to at least visit one of the most important series locations and take a few photos with the adorable acrylic stand. So here I present to you, the Shinyas having a date in their favorite park!

Overall, it was a short but fun trip! I'm glad I was able to go to this exhibition, to see the original drafts in person and admire the craft that went into them. Also to feed my need for merch; I'm so happy to indulge in a more direct form of support than the secondhand goods I've bought before. I hope that this event was considered a success and let Inouesatoh feel the love and encouragement from her fans, inspiring her to keep pushing onward in her now two-decade career in manga!

#10 dance #10dance

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menalez · 2 years

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can you give me hope about finding lesbian love by telling me about how good your relationship is

okay!! sooo my gf and i originally met thru an online dating app and bc i was still living n bahrain n she’s living in germany, we couldn’t meet for the first 7 months that we were talking on. we got to a point where we were calling each other every day and being on call together for 24+ hours and falling asleep on the call too (keep in mind she was already working full-time back then),,, it was nice bc we rly got to know each other n understand each other which also helped build a trust. after 7 months, it was nearing my bday, and so she used the money she earned to buy a ticket and meet me on my bday. she flew all the way to bahrain and when i was walking up to her at the airport to pick her up, her first words were “ur shorter than i thought” (im somewhere around 168/169 cm and she’s 153 cm….) and it was the end of july,, she stayed w me in my room and we kissed not long after bc we were smoking together n i said “we basically just kissed!” and she said “not good enough. i want the real thing” and i said “ok u can have the real thing” so that was our first kiss. anyways like 2 days later we were laying in bed and we were talking n she said sth about wanting us to be official or sth or we were both implying it and so i asked her if she’s saying that she wants to be my gf & she said yes & she asked me the same thing n i said yes. then 4 days later it was my 24th bday and she and my sister were sneaking around so she can wrap the gift she bought for me n then we went out for dinner w my family (found out that night that my homophobic uncle has a crush on her lool and he then found out that she’s with me n was pissed at both of us -_-) anyways she then gives me this present lmao and she tells me she was scared she’d get jailed for it and i was like girl chill… ur not going to jail over silly wrapping paper.

some time later she insisted that we hire a lawyer bc i was being discriminated against by the german immigration people with my visa and she even paid for it at first!! anyways it helped me get my visa in the end bc their delaying and rejection was unlawful lol and i ended up moving to germany & living with her about 2 months after we became officially gfs. fast forward to a year later (together for over a year & living together for almost exactly a year), we’ve travelled around germany & to another european country together, developed a shared hobby in bouldering, seen our bouldering idols, adopted a kitty together, celebrated 4 of our birthdays together, she’s surprised me for my bday, and more. here’s a recent pic of our lil family (she was sleeping n i was a mess hence my face being censored)

idk what else to add but mentioned everything i could think of 🥺 you’ll be able to find someone im sure,,, it just takes time & patience cause the lesbian dating pool is tiny but if i, a lesbian that was living in bahrain (where the hetero dating pool is limited nvm the lesbian one), could somehow find another lesbian n we not only got along n have aligning views n are compatible but also ended up loving each other then i don’t see why it wouldn’t be possible for u. before this relationship i had only ever been in abusive or toxic relationships, i rly felt hopeless n like im gonna die alone but im rly glad i didn’t settle for someone or give up bc otherwise i wouldn’t have found her 🥰❣️

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yellowbentley · 9 days

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fuzzy and the terrible horrible fuckass testday he did NOT wantt to to but had to anyway

I DID NOT FORGET I PROMISED

reader bewarb this this shit is long may or may not be hard to follow because i talk about (my) degree jargon

ok lessgo

to begin. you need context. theres an organization (one for every country im assuming) that issues tickets stating "X CAN WELD" or else some schmuck with a helmet can walk in and work.

theres a ticket for every process in every position and then some. it was these tickets i was testing for today and i was WILDLY unprepared. it isnt the first time ive done them but i was super out of practice. they are flat, horizontal, vertical and overhead.

so cut to february, the last time we did tickets. remember when i wanted to end it all because i failed a test i spent a hundred dollars on? yeah this was one of those. i failed my horizontal so this time around i thought "i dont wanna do my fuckign horizontal cause last time i failed and i felt like shit so im gonna do my vertical instead"

what no one told meeeee was that you have to get your tickets in position order. and i KNOW i take forever and a day, hence me only doing one.

well i didnt do one. i did two. i have no idea if i passed or failed them and tbh im too scared to check because i was completely out of fucks two beads into my vertical.

but lets not get ahead of ourselves.

the test sheets had to be reprinted twice because the first go around they missed imputting someone into the system and the second time around someone got lost, and then got registered twice. great lovely. so because of this all of our test plates were wrong because we all got new assigned numbers.

we finally get our sheets we go and pay and while im in line in the bookstore to pay for my test (remember this) guess what fucking hit me. the cramps i had spent all night hoping for. at 8:30 in the morning. litterally 2 hours behind schedule. i was FURIOUS. so now i had that to deal with all day thankfully ive had worse but because they didnt arrive on time i have full permission to bitch as much as i want.

so back to the shop. i was trying to set my peremiters for my vert so i hadnt even started yet when my instrucor pokes his head into my booth and says "(tester) wants to see you" so i go and thats when i find out that you have to do the tests in order. so i tack and stamp up some new plates which was probably the least annoying part of the whole day

so i do the new plates first. welding it out goes relatively fine. it took forever to find an instructor to verify it but whatever.

AND THEN I GO TO GOUGE THE BACKING STRIP OFF.

i could not. for thee fucking life of me. unscrew the cutting tips from the oxy torches. ive seen people do it. ive done it. it is Not Hard. i used a wrench n all on all 3 tables and it would Not Come Off. so i said to hell with this and went to the carbon arc room.

carbon arc cutting is using specialized electrodes to vaporize metal. you drag it over metal and it carves into it. fast and easy.

but i of course had a hell of a time doing it like i do anything and it was Not Working. by the time i did figure out what i was doing wrong there were carbon deposits coming out the yahoo and it which are difficult to gouge through. so i had half of it very nice and the other half a melted amalgamtion of metal and didnt gouge very much off. great.

so i finish that. away i go back to my booth. to grind for the next i dont even know how long because oh my fucking god SO much grinding. im not big enough to use the 7 inch grinders so i have to use a 5 inch one which is yk what let me just show you

these are all cordless but you get the fuckin gist.

what everyone else got to use vs what i got. dying.

so i finally fucking got it flush. cut it. not a big deal. onto the second one at 1:30. i feel like i should mention that at this point everyone else has been done for like two hours.

i didnt even start welding until like 10ish so i was already 2 hours behind everyone only doing one plate. most everyone else did 2 and so did i BUT I ONLY WANTED ONE

my vertical was so bad i was way too hot and shaking and i didnt put them in in a very good order i would genuinely be surprised if it didnt snap. i needed a practice one but i had No Time so it was messy and the cap was large and my rods were sticking so i was frustrated aND OH THATS SOMETHING IM FORGETTING

some electrodes need to be baked/stored in an oven to keep moisture content low. when i ran out i went to get more and the oven was empty so ithought i'll be a good samaritan and fill it up AND I GOT THE BOX THAT SAID. 3/32ND. MATCHES THE OVEN. AND I OPENED IT. AND IT WAS THE WRONG KIND OF ELECTRODES.

and once you open these they cant be resealed they need to be either used or cooked within 4 hours.

so i started stuffing as many electrodes into the oven as i could and in my haste i sliced both my fucking hands open. i didnt even notice the cut on my right palm because the one on my left pointer finger was just gushing blood all over soaking my glove and getting over the electrodes (absolutely my fault btw i should of been wearing gloves. i deserved this one) and so i stopped and said i need to handle this. so away i went. bandaged now all good. just again. annoyed. and i still didnt have any 7018s.

i found some. eventually. fuck.

i finished my second test at idk 2:30 or maybe a bit later, begged one of the instructors to mill the back off for me because i was NOTTT doing the carbon arc/ grinding for forever again. once it was done bc time crunch i p much just got to look at and get excited over the smooth mill peices before my instructor whisked it away to grind/cut himself. which - i understand completely time crunch im slow i get it im not bothered.

and then we cleaned up. and i was talking to the tester a little bit before i left and he said "glad you paid because theyre checking who didnt hoho"

now. guys. recall at the start of the post where i said that 2 tests are a hundred bucks. and i only paid for one.

i did one of my tests for free afusdiaksoqondiakdka. he said he'd get the paperwork later and he never did 😭

then. fucking FINALLY it was 3 and i got on the bus and came home and i was so spent i had an alcoholic freezie. i dont drink.

i should of fucking stayed home.

#if you read all this i commend thee #adventures

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youredreamingofroo · 19 days

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📩 Simblr question of the day: It's time to appreciate the small things! What's a small detail from one of your posts that you love? Could be a small tattoo on a sim, specific clutter in a sims' room, a little detail in a render or screenshot, whatever is applicable to you (p.s. I've been scouring simblr, and I've noticed people don't like how picky SQOTD feels, so please! Share around SQOTD asks, anon or not, I'm only one person and can't find and ask every person on simblr ~ 💛)

Thank you to SQOTD Anon and other Anon for the asks!! (I'm presuming we're gonna start seeing dupe asks with this getting passed around now LMAO)

I RELIGIOUSLY put small details in my renders and stuff, so take a shot (or sip of juice) for every small detail i point out /j LMAOO

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starting off with my most recent post, whether u wanna call these small or not, im still gonna point them out - the next panel after "I'll see you in a weeks time" you can see the text box is still there, which is just a play on perspective, you can also see the lyrics from the Beabadoobee song in frame on the ticket close-up shot AND finally (for this post), a more subtle detail, is the fact that the box with the "-$158" casts a shadow! I gave a before and after, thats how subtle it is and how subtle i wanted it to be :)

That's the one I wanted to share the most, but if you want to see and read about more details (small or just overlooked/overlookable), I'm adding a couple more under the cut :)

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Lighting isn't so much a small detail, but a detail that I think is important and am sharing a couple (not all) moments where I used colored lighting to create contrast or just to outline characters or where I just felt it was important to use specifically-colored lighting:

Just gonna speedrun explain these: Leo's colors are red/red-ish pink and green is the opposite of pink, which I used in that specific render, so it was a nice contrast Hero's colors are a range from Red - Orange - Yellow-ish Green - Green Vanella's (A sim I havent talked about before!) color is Blue and I used blue both as lighting for the walkie talkie and to make her stand out from the background Leo and Roo's colors are [respectively] Pink/Red-ish pink and Purple, I like to, especially in these kinds of renders with no background, use these colors to highlight them and their favorite/representing color Same as the last, I used yellow and purple/pink to contrast the two, with blue as a sort of undertone(?)

Also if you look at the W.A.S Teasers, Green, Yellow and Blue are meant to highlight the different characters and sort of set them apart from each other

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in this post/render-set, I wanted to show (whether u see it as a big or small detail again idk, i see it as small/medium) just how exhausted Harvey/Younger Roo was and how sorry Roo was/felt, hence the slumped over body and Roo tightly hugging him

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you wont see this for a bit (until i muster up the energy for a flashback Hiraeth render), but Leo DOES wear this sweater again after Roo said he loved it :)

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I will never get enough of this panel, i always eat it up everytime I see it... but anyways LMAO The small detail here is just the hair strands... I feel like I did SO well on not making them look exactly perfect but not exactly like... fake hair, kind of representing the "I cut my hair myself" look- also the fact that I managed to perfectly remove his glasses (via model editing in blender)... *chef's kiss*

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shoutout to you if you remember the first nirvana post... anyways, Obv the text isn't small but it's just the fact that you can interpret these two frames in two different ways (that I know of): One is that it's saying DONT. (as in dont grab her hand) and then she does her hypnotizing shabang and it says "DO IT" a bunch (like yk,, do it, grab her hand-) The other, is that it says "DONT. DO IT." (basically just saying DONT DO IT, with a period/comma however u see it) Not necessarily a render detail, but something i realized a while ago while looking at this

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And thats it! Thank you again for these asks!!! I love putting in small details or just details that might get overlooked SOOOO much :)

#dont think its necessary to tag all the characters so just pretend i added all the tags for all these characters/sims #< also im just too tired and CBA rn LMFAOO #biggest thing i live for when making renders and edits and stuff is the DETAILS... hence why its so exhausting cuz i analyze EVERY. DAMN.-#-PIXEL.#also this was just renders. we would've been here for a millenia if I did sims LMAO (I know it says one but i wouldnt be able to stop mysel #from analyzing and explaining certain details on every sim ive ever made ALSKDJ)#yapping #Anonymous

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headcanonsandmore · 9 months

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'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Three

Summary: As Nyssa becomes closer with a certain Australian, certain questions have started making themselves known. Everyone in the town seems to be aware of Nyssa's growing attraction to the Australian, except for Tegan herself. However, a trip up to London may just be the ticket for the two women growing closer still.

~~~~~~~~~ Read on AO3.

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As the meeting progressed, Nyssa found herself able to avoid thinking too much about the woman sat next to her. Granted, yes, Tegan did occasionally let out a chuckle at something and yes she did smell rather lovely, but Nyssa knew that it would take a while to gradually get used to these things. She’d had crushes before, and she’d gotten over them all fine.

Nevermind the fact that Nyssa’s heart was beating far faster around Tegan than it ever had around anyone else. That was irrelevant.

‘Michael,’ Barbara asked, balancing her laptop on her knees. ‘How is the planning for the Pride events going? You said at the last meeting that you were having issues obtaining gazebos.’

‘All sorted,’ Mike Yates replied, with a grin. Barbara seemed to be the only one present who referred to Mike by his full name; Nyssa guessed that Barbara had probably taught Mike when he was at school. ‘Benton’s been a great help.’

Nyssa shot a confused look at Tegan.

‘Benton,’ the Australian whispered, in an undertone to Nyssa. ‘He’s the local security expert; owns a small shop just off the high-street. I don’t think anyone knows his first name. Lovely bloke, though.’

‘And have all the stall-owners sent their insurance details?’ Barbara asked, to which Mike nodded.

‘We’ve basically all sorted now; it’s just getting all the decorations in place.’

‘What about security?’

‘Benton and Ace are both handling that,’ Mike explained. ‘The committee decided against asking the police.’

Barbara nodded, in agreement. Ace McShane, still seated next to Mel, grinned, miming swinging a baseball bat as the redhead gave a giggle.

‘Well, that’s almost everything,’ Barbara said, looking down at her laptop. ‘Except one last thing; we need volunteers for a presentation for the primary school tomorrow morning. On dental hygiene.’

Nyssa froze, as every pair of eyes in the room swivelled to look at her. Her palms started to get very sweaty.

No, -Nyssa gritted her teeth- I have to stop being so introverted!

‘I’ll do that,’ she said, quickly. ‘Dental health is very important for young children.’

‘Wonderful!’ Barbara said, smiling. ‘Although I couldn’t possibly ask you to do this all by yourself. Would anyone be able to give Nyssa a hand?’

Nyssa pointedly did not look around, but already she could see several pair of eyes moving to the Australian seated next to her. Dang it, did everyone know?

Apparently oblivious to all this, Tegan raised her hand.

‘I’ll help out,’ she said, turning to Nyssa. ‘Not sure how good I’ll be, but give me some direction and I’ll try my best.’

‘Great,’ Nyssa said. ‘I’ve got some materials back in the flat; I’ll bring them along.’

Tegan smiled, and Nyssa ignored the stifled giggle from Mel. She was never going to hear the end of this.

‘Nice outfit,’ Tegan said, as Nyssa approached the school gates.

Nyssa had chosen to wear a light rainbow-striped cardigan over a white blouse and beige capri trousers. Normally, she would have decided on a more formal way of dressing, but she didn’t want the children at the school to find her standoffish. Hence the cardigan.

‘Thanks,’ Nyssa replied, before giving Tegan a quick once-over with her eyes. ‘I see you decided to forsake the dungarees.’

Tegan chuckled, looking down at her chinos and button-up shirt.

‘Thought it might confuse the children otherwise,’ she said, before easing some of the materials out of Nyssa’s arms. ‘Do you need me to learn anything off by heart?’

‘Not really,’ Nyssa said, as the two of them headed across the playground. ‘Most of the facts are on these posters, but you can just direct any questions to me.’

‘Sure; whatever you need me to do, I’m your woman.’

Tegan seemed to suddenly realise the implications of what she had just said, and her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

‘E-er…’ she stammered, looking rather flummoxed. ‘I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean…’

Nyssa took one look at Tegan’s expression, and promptly started giggling.

‘What?’ Tegan exclaimed, a little flummoxed.

‘Oh,’ Nyssa laughed. ‘You’re so cute when you’re flustered, Tegan!’

‘Am I?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before grinning. ‘That’s… good. I trust you aren’t requiring a lot of acting from me during your presentation.’

‘No, just some slightly dorky dancing. Nothing else required.’

Tegan grinned.

‘Well, I am good at dorky dancing,’ she said, cheeks dimpling. ‘I just hope you can keep up, Nys.’

‘I’ll have you know I did a module in dorky dancing in my fourth year,’ Nyssa cheeked back, giggling. ‘Came top of my year.’

‘Oh, so you’re the top, then-’

‘Tegan!’

The two of them descended into giggles, as they headed through the main doors.

‘Does anyone have anything they’d like to ask?’ Nyssa said, staring down at the children.

Barbara was stood beside the teachers desk. Nyssa and Tegan had completed their presentation, with only a little dignity lost during the dancing. The class of five-year-olds had gotten their fill of dentist-related puns, humour and general dorkiness, which Nyssa was happy to provide as long as it made sure they brushed their teeth routinely.

One small girl raised her hand, looking between Nyssa and Tegan.

‘Yes?’

‘Are you two in love?’

Nyssa’s mouth fell open. She stood there, flummoxed for a second as her brain desperately tried to come up with an answer that made sense. She would have normally expected Tegan to say something off the cuff, but the Australian had also gone completely silent, mouth agape as she blinked quickly.

The class then took advantage of this silence to begin talking amongst themselves.

‘No, to be in love, people have to be married!’

‘Are you two married?’

‘They’re married!’

‘No, no…’ Nyssa said, waving her hands in an effort to get the situation back on track. ‘Any questions about cleaning your teeth-’

‘I didn’t know girls could marry other girls!’ exclaimed a little boy, grinning. ‘Does that mean I can marry Tom when we grow up?’

‘When did you get married?’

‘How long have you been in love?’

‘Do you have any kids together?’

‘Do you kiss like mummy and daddy do?’

Nyssa and Tegan looked at each other, utterly flummoxed as the children continuing to yell questions at them.

‘So, that… happened.’

Tegan and Nyssa were walking across the playground, carrying the posters and supplies in their arms. It was Tegan who had spoken, drawing Nyssa out of the flustered shock she had fallen into after the question-and-answer session. Her mind had been reeling, and her heart had not stopped pounding so loudly that she was sure Tegan could hear it.

Nyssa swallowed, and nodded.

‘Yes,’ she said, quietly. ‘It did.’

‘Kinda surprised me, to be honest.’

Nyssa’s head snapped round to stare at the Australian.

‘Surprised you?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, matter-of-factly. ‘I mean, me and you…’

‘Listen,’ Nyssa exclaimed, suddenly feeling rather upset. ‘I know I’m not exactly most women’s dream girl, but you don’t have to be-’

‘What? No, I meant that you’d be settling.’

Nyssa goggled at her.

‘Settling?’

‘Oh, come off it, Nys,’ Tegan said, with a roll of her eyes, as if her point was obvious. ‘You’re a super-smart scientist, and I’m a loud-mouthed Aussie who doesn’t have a real job. Clearly, you’re the one who’d be-’

‘Stop it!’

The supplies and posters fell out of Nyssa’s arms, as her hands curled into fists at her sides.

‘Don’t you dare say that about yourself!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘You’re amazing, Tegan! You’re qualified in every trade under the sun! You’re funny! You’re sweet! You don’t take any nonsense from people, and you… you…’

Nyssa trailed off, shocked to find her eyes tearing up. She quickly raised a hand to wipe the tears away.

‘Please… please don’t be dismissive of yourself,’ she sobbed. ‘I won’t hear of it, you understand?’

‘I…’ -Tegan’s face was the picture of shock through Nyssa’s distorted vision- ‘Nyssa, I’m… I’m sorry, please don’t be upset, I was just being stupid-’

‘Don’t put yourself down to make me feel better!’ Nyssa exclaimed, still not finished. ‘That’s not being stupid; that’s being hurtful against yourself! You hear me, Tegan Jovanka?’

Tegan nodded, dazed looking.

There was a few moments silence.

‘Sorry,’ Nyssa said, wiping her eyes, all fight gone. She began to pick up the things she had dropped. ‘I yelled at you.’

Tegan waved a hand airily, as she bent down to help.

‘No worries. It’s that… whatchamacallit… self-talk thing. I’ll try and cut down on the self-deprecating jokes, okay?’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘That’s good. You’re a lovely person, Tegan.’

Tegan blinked. Was it just Nyssa’s imagination, or were Tegan’s cheeks slightly flushed? She chided herself for a second; just because she was crushing on Tegan, that didn’t mean she should be reading into things. After all, Tegan was probably just happy for the compliment. Yes, people definitely got flustered after their platonic friends told them things like that, surely?

‘T-thanks,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘You… you too.’

Nyssa definitely could feel her own cheeks flushing. She hoped that Tegan wouldn’t notice. The last thing she wanted was for Tegan to feel uncomfortable around her; after all, Nyssa wasn’t Tegan’s type in the slightest, and the Australian clearly saw her in a purely platonic. Which was fine as well, of course. Nyssa loved having Tegan as a friend. No matter how much she found herself pining for the woman currently stood barely a foot away from her. Whose cheeks were still flushing. And whose hair was pretty. And who-

No. She was not thinking in that way. She needed to get over herself and let this crush disappear as soon as possible, before Tegan suspected anything. It was bad enough that the children’s questions had brought this subject into the open.

‘Thank you.’

The two women headed out through the school gates, and down through the high-street. They deposited the posters and supplies in the surgery.

‘Walk you home?’ Tegan asked, as Nyssa was locking up the door.

‘Er… I suppose,’ Nyssa replied. ‘You sure you don’t anything important somewhere else?’

‘Nah; you’re important.’

‘O-oh,’ Nyssa said. ‘Well, if you insist…’

The two of them headed back towards Nyssa and Mel’s place. On the doorstep, Nyssa turned back to face the Australian.

‘Thank you for helping today,’ she said, smiling a little shyly.

‘My pleasure,’ grinned Tegan, cheeks dimpling. ‘We make a good team, Nyssa with a y.’

‘Are you really going to call me that?’

‘It suits you!’

‘How?’

‘I dunno,’ Tegan said, scratching the back of her neck with her finger. ‘It’s cute, you’re cute; it fits.’

Nyssa froze.

‘You… you think I’m cute?’

‘Duh,’ Tegan said, with a roll of her eyes. ‘C’mon, Nys; I thought it was obvious.’

‘Oh. Er… thank you, Tegan. I… I think you’re cute too.’

Tegan grinned.

‘See you around, Nys.’

Nyssa smiled, unable to stop herself giggling.

‘See you around.’

Nyssa threw down the wedding invitation onto the kitchen table.

‘Everyone there is going to be insufferable!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘I know what they’re like; they’ll be thinking I’ve thrown away my career and lost the plot entirely! It’s London-centric class nonsense!’

‘Geez, Nyssa,’ Mel said, munching on an apple. ‘Why are you even going to this thing, then?’

‘It’s the principle of the matter!’ Nyssa fumed, pacing. ‘Ben and Polly are lovely people; I owe it to them to be there for their wedding! It’s not their fault most of our classmates are elitist…’

Nyssa spat out a couple of Welsh swearwords, before storming off to her room. Behind her, she could hear Mel chuckling to herself in the kitchen.

Several hours later, Nyssa had formulated a plan of attack. She would not only make sure that no-one at the wedding was unpleasant about her new home, but would also give herself a bit of retail therapy into the bargain.

Well, as much retail therapy as Nyssa was happy to do; as in, a lot of craft supplies. She had drawn up a design for a new blouse, and a lightweight summer skirt and matching waistcoat (Nyssa did love her proper waistcoats, she had to admit). She already had a pair of Oxford shoes that would go with everything.

A few days later, the doorbell rang. Nyssa had just gotten a notification on her phone that her parcels were due to be delivered very shortly, so she hurried out of her room and along the hallway.

Nyssa opened the door, revealing what appeared to be a large stack of carboard boxes, with a pair of dungaree legs stood underneath them.

‘What do you want doing with this little lot?’ came Tegan’s annoyed voice from behind the teetering pile.

‘Oh, sorry, Tegan!’ Nyssa exclaimed, taking half of the parcels into her arms. ‘I was looking for crafting supplies and I got carried away.’

Tegan followed her into the flat, and they dumped the boxes onto the kitchen table.

Tegan was wearing her dungarees, of course, but -instead of a shirt- she was wearing a loose vest top, in a black that contrasted with the light blue denim. As the Australian gave a stretch, Nyssa found herself unable to look away. Good grief, those arms and those-

Nyssa swallowed, frantically looking away. Tegan was her friend! She shouldn’t be staring at her like this, no matter how attractive Tegan was!

And she sure was attractive, wasn’t she…

It really wasn’t fair. How was Nyssa supposed to get over this crush when Tegan was as lovely as she was?

‘So…’ Tegan said, looking down at the various parcels covering the table. ‘Crafting supplies?’

‘I make a lot of my clothes,’ Nyssa said, waving a hand absentmindedly as she begun to open the parcels. ‘I’ve got a wedding invite from an old university friend and… well, I decided that I needed to make something new for it. They’re all snobs at this wedding, and I don’t want to reflect badly on Tregonnereth.’

Tegan smiled.

‘We must be taking an impact, then.’

‘Oh, you are!’

Mel had appeared.

Nyssa gave a quick pointed look at the redhead, who promptly decided to ignore Nyssa’s hint.

‘Have you heard about this wedding, Tegan? Two weeks away on the Saturday; I’m sure Nyssa would love to have you go along with her-’

‘Mel!’ Nyssa exclaimed, feeling her own traitorous face turn red. ‘Tegan’s surely busy that day, the wedding itself is on the outskirts of London and, besides, the wedding is so packed that Polly couldn’t give me a plus-one option!’

‘Well, that’s a shame,’ Tegan said, apparently not noticing Nyssa’s flusteredness. ‘Because I’m going to be around there on that day, anyway.’

Nyssa did a double take.

‘Y-you’re going to London as well?’

Tegan rubbed the back of her neck.

‘Sort-of. Three of the old boys from the village are all heading to an old work friends retirement party. I was going to drive them to Plymouth Train Station, but the RMT’s just confirmed a strike for that day.’

Nyssa nodded. The rail companies were planning to close all ticket offices throughout the country, and the union had understandably taken a motion to strike.

‘I was hoping they could catch the bus up,’ Tegan continued. ‘But it’s not gonna be much fun for them, with so little legroom. So it looks like I’m gonna be driving them the whole way.’

‘Longer journey, too,’ Nyssa agreed, frowning. ‘Wait… why don’t I take you all up?’

Tegan stared at her.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa said, smiling. ‘I’ve got four spare seats.’

‘Thank you!’ Tegan exclaimed, cheeks dimpling as she returned the smile. ‘Nyssa Traken; you are an angel.’

Nyssa felt her stomach flip over.

‘Young lady, I am a hundred-and-three and I don’t appreciate your tone!’

Nyssa sighed. The three old boys were sat on the back seats of her car. The oldest, a man with long immaculately-combed white hair, was a doctor of some kind; presumably, the old village doctor? Nyssa wasn’t sure. Despite his advanced years, he seemed to be very much aware of his own faculties. Hence why he had kept up a running commentary of Nyssa’s driving ability for the past hour.

The car had passed Bristol a little while ago, and Nyssa had (rather testily, she admitted) responded that the doctor could drive them the rest of the way there if he disliked her driving so much.

‘Oh, calm down, old son,’ said Graham, frowning. ‘Miss Nyssa is very kindly driving us up.’

Graham O’Brien was the youngest of the three old boys. A cheerful cockney in his early retirement, he had moved down to Cornwall to be near his step-grandson, who worked in Plymouth.

Nyssa smiled gratefully at Graham, who smiled.

‘Cheers, love,’ said Wilf, kind eyes twinkling. ‘The Doc is all bark, but he means well.’

Wilfred Mott, the last of the three, was easily the sweetest of the bunch. Another Londoner, he had a grandfatherly presence that was immediately and disarmingly comforting, like a warm snuggly jumper in winter.

Tegan chuckled, flashing a quick grin at Wilf. The Australian was sat in the passenger seat next to Nyssa. She had spent most of the journey chatting cheerfully to the old gents, and the rest dozing in her seat. Nyssa would have woken up but, she had to admit, Tegan did look rather adorable whilst sleeping. Especially in those fetching chinos and shirt.

At that moment, however, the cars in front of Nyssa on the motorway slowed to a sudden stop. Nyssa immediately applied the brake. Everyone in the car startled, as they jolted forwards against their seatbelts.

Tegan looked down.

Nyssa’s arm was pressed against her stomach, preventing her from falling further forwards. Nyssa felt her cheeks flush, and she blinked. When had she done that?

‘Er… thanks,’ Tegan said.

‘No problem,’ Nyssa replied, quietly as she removed her hand.

The three old boys did not say anything.

Mel’s stomach gave an unpleasant growl, as she hurried up the high-street. Oh, this wasn’t good… she shouldn’t have had that two-day-old takeaway food…

She had been planning on having a quiet day to herself in the flat. What with Nyssa heading back to London with Tegan, she’d been hoping to catch up on some reading, do some yoga and mindful meditation, and then spend the evening knitting in front of the telly. She’d even gotten a brand new wool she was hoping to start using!

Of course, thanks to her stomach, she had instead spent most of the past few hours… well, she didn’t like thinking about it, to be honest.

Speeding up her pace, she headed through the pharmacy doors, and hurried towards the counter. Liz Shaw was standing behind it, her auburn hair tied back into its signature bun.

‘Hello, Mel,’ she said, as Mel came to a stop. ‘Good grief, you’re pale as a sheet! Everything alright?’

‘Food poisoning,’ Mel said, through gritted teeth.

‘Diarrhoea?’

Mel nodded.

Liz gave a sympathetic grimace.

‘Let me guess; you tried some takeaway food that was going off?’

‘Yep,’ Mel said, as her stomach gave another lurch. ‘Do you have anything for it? Anti-diarrheal?’

‘You don’t have any allergies to anything?’

Mel shook her head and Liz hurried into the storeroom behind her, the door closing smartly.

The redhead groaned, keeping a tight hold on her stomach. She was supposed to be sensible; why had she done this? If she remembered correctly, her thought pattern had been “oh, live a little and relax”.

Well, she didn’t feel very relaxed at the moment. Especially in her-

‘Mel!’

Mel froze.

Darn it, darn in, darn it-

‘What are you doing here?’ said Ace McShane, hurrying over and coming to stand beside her in front of the counter.

‘O-oh, well…’ Mel said, rubbing her forehead with a hand. ‘I’m feeling a little headachey, you see-’

‘Did you say anti-diarrheal?’ Liz said, bustling back through the door of the storeroom, with several boxes in her arms. ‘Is it serious? Watery?’

Mel bit back a groan, and squeezed her eyes tight, feeling mortification drip into her already-unsettled stomach.

‘Both,’ she whispered.

Liz nodded, before picking up some medication from the bunch she had brought with her. Mel avoided looking at Ace while she paid.

‘Takeaway food, eh?’ Ace said, cheerfully as she followed Mel through the pharmacy. ‘We’ve all been there.’

Mel nodded, dearly wishing she could sink into the earth beneath her feet. Ace gave a cheery wave and headed up the high street. Mel hurried home. Hopefully, once her stomach stopped rebelling, she’d be able to see the funny side.

Nyssa had found herself stuck amongst the Henrietta’s. There were four of them; all immensely posh, from filthy rich families, and with personalities that shuddered at the prospect of a universe beyond Central London. They had already complained enough about having to travel to the suburbs, so Nyssa shuddered to imagine the amount of arguments that might have been if Polly and Ben had gone with their original plan of having the wedding in Portsmouth.

Now, most people with the name “Henrietta” tended to prefer a nickname; Henny, perhaps, or Rita. But each of the Henrietta’s refused to have so much as a letter removed. Even amongst Nyssa’s cohort, they were especially old-fashioned. If Nyssa’s memory served her correctly, all four of the Henrietta’s were actually related, in some way, to the aristocracy.

Needless to say, Nyssa had never liked any of them.

But she wasn’t here for them. She was here for Polly and Ben.

After reaching the outskirts of London, Nyssa had dropped the old boys at their do. Tegan had then hopped out nearby the wedding reception, saying that she’d walk around the shops nearby and then meet Nyssa outside the reception later in the afternoon. Nyssa was hoping that would be sooner rather than later.

She was brought out of this happy memory by the sound of one of the Henrietta’s complaining loudly to a waitress over at the bar. Nyssa quickly left the table and headed over, deftly suggesting that Henrietta write a letter to The Times instead and herding her back to the table.

Nyssa gave an apologetic grimace to the waitress, when she went back to pass her empty glass over.

‘Sorry about her,’ she said, motioning to the Henrietta’s with a flick of her head. ‘They’re just irritable because they’re outside Kensington.’

The waitress sighed.

‘Sounds about right. We get their type all the time.’

Nyssa grimaced again, and was planning to head back over to the table. However, she was beset by the happy intrusion of Polly, looking resplendent in her wedding dress.

‘Nyssa!’ Polly exclaimed, quickly pulling her into a hug. ‘It’s good to see you; thank you so much for coming!’

‘It’s great to see you too,’ Nyssa replied, smiling as they broke apart. ‘Thank you for inviting me; congratulations to you both!’

‘Thank you!’ Polly enthused, face breaking into an enormous grin. ‘It’s been a wonderful day; Ben and I couldn’t be happier- oh, Ben; Nyssa’s here!’

Ben appeared, grinning widely. He was wearing a shirt, trousers and matching waistcoat, having left his suit jacket on his chair due to the summer warmth.

‘Alright, duchess,’ Ben chuckled, grinning. ‘No need to belabour the point. Great to see you again, Nyssa.’

Nyssa shook hands with him.

‘How’s it like in Cornwall?’ Ben asked. ‘We used to go on holidays there when I was a kid; lovely beaches.’

‘It’s fantastic,’ Nyssa replied. ‘All the locals are so sweet and, well, you know I was getting sick of dentistry in London.’

Ben and Polly both nodded.

‘Thanks for coming, Nyssa,’ Ben said. ‘I’d love to chat more, but I need to make sure my young cousins don’t steal the entirety of the buffet food.’

As Ben turned to leave, Polly reached down and squeezed his bum. The cockney gave a laugh and grinned at his wife.

Nyssa rolled her eyes fondly. These two really were adorable, even if they still acted like a pair of randy teenagers on occasion.

‘Sorry about you getting stuck with the Henrietta’s,’ Polly said, with a grimace. ‘Honestly, Ben and I both tried to have you seated on the main table, but the designers said they couldn’t fit you anywhere else.’

‘It’s fine,’ Nyssa replied, with a shrug. ‘I’m here to celebrate your day, don’t worry about things like that.’

‘You’re a sweetie,’ Polly said, before pulling Nyssa into another hug. ‘If you want me to switch with you, just say the word, okay?’

‘Thank you.’

Barely a few minutes later, Nyssa was already regretting not taking Polly up on her offer.

‘But it must be so dull!’ one of the Henrietta’s was exclaiming. ‘I mean, no tube, no theatres, no proper eateries!’

The other people on the table murmured in agreement. Nyssa bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from yelling. She was not making a scene in the middle of someone’s wedding reception.

‘Gosh, can you imagine living outside the M25? Nyssa, how do you cope?’

‘Very well,’ Nyssa said, testily. ‘Cornwall is lovely and the people there are just as lovely.’

‘But it’s in the middle of nowhere? I mean, you hear tales of what goes on in the country. Er, no offence, Nyssa.’

Nyssa was now practically biting her tongue off as she tried not to swear loudly in Welsh. However, something out of Nyssa’s eyeline seemed to have caught the Henrietta’s eyes.

‘Who’s that woman?’

‘Is she lost or something?’

‘Kinda hot, though. Love the hair.’

Nyssa felt her stomach flip over as she turned in her seat.

Of course, Tegan was standing nearby the entrance, looking absolutely beautiful and utterly disinterested in all the pomp happening around her.

‘I like the surfer-girl aesthetic…’ one of the Henrietta’s whispered. ‘Where do you think she gets her hair done?’

‘Cornwall, funnily enough,’ Nyssa said, picking up her bag and climbing to her feet. ‘Speaking of which; I’m heading back home.’

She ignored the astounded noises of her old course-mates (the Henrietta’s all looking various shades of shocked, confused and irritated), and headed quickly across the room to the entrance. As she neared, Tegan spotted her and smiled widely.

‘Alright, Nyssa with a y?’ Tegan cheeked. ‘Sorry; I didn’t mean to intrude.’

‘You didn’t,’ Nyssa said, grabbing Tegan gently by the arm and pulling her towards the door. ‘Come on; let’s get going.’

‘Already?’ Tegan replied. ‘Trying to get me out of the way before your friends ask who I am, eh?’

‘They’re not my friends,’ Nyssa said, as she gently guided Tegan through the door. ‘Although I think they did notice you.’

‘I did wonder why they were staring-’

‘Tegan!’

‘Well, now they’re jealous of you, aren’t they?’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Serves them right for being snobby.’

‘How did you-’

‘Saw how angry you were getting. Thought you might appreciate a distraction.’

Nyssa stared at the Australian, before letting out a laugh.

‘You’re incorrigible, Tegan Jovanka!’

‘I should think so,’ Tegan quipped, grinning lopsidedly. ‘I make a good distraction, if I do say so myself.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘Come on; let’s get back to the car. We’ve got all that traffic to get through…’

Nyssa looked over. The lamplights above the motorway illuminated the woman next to her. The sun had dipped below the horizon an hour or so prior, and the only sounds were the noise of the road below the tyres, and the soft breathing of Tegan.

Tegan’s head was lolling slightly. The Australian must have dozed off at some point. Of course, she looked utterly adorable. However, she would also have a bad neck if she continued to sleep like that.

Nyssa silently pressed a button on the dashboard.

Tegan’s seat gently reclined, until her head was softly leaning against the rest behind it.

Nyssa smiled, before turning back to the road. A road sign ahead stated that the Cornish border was only a little while away. Home was not far away.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm not sure when I'll be updating next, as I'm going on holiday in a few days. Stay tuned!

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