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wineauntie · 3 months

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KARMA – Quinn Hughes x famous singer!reader

summary: where the captain of the canucks gets the entire team tickets to his famous singer!gf’s tour, only to find out that she’s in the mood to shake up some of her lyrics.

note: songs from both Sabrina Carpenter and Taylor Swift are referenced to have been written by reader! Both songs referenced are Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter and Karma by Taylor Swift (both of which have been plaguing my brain for the past two weeks!)

warnings: use of y/n, fem reader, simp Quinn, use of nicknames like baby and sweetheart, tooth-rotting morning fluff, I think that’s about it really.

word count: 2.4k+

(lyrics have been italicised and lyrics italicised in bold are the lyrics you change 🙏)

Golden light filtered into your apartment bedroom through a slight crack in your curtains. Your alarm had gone off twice in the last ten minutes, but all you could focus on was the man whose head was cradled on your chest and whose hair your fingers were mindlessly running through as he slept.

You had missed mornings like these. Mornings where the world seemed so small, where everything you needed was confined in this one apartment.

Mornings where the world was all just a little bit softer.

You'd been on tour for a month and a half prior to this moment, and tonight you were playing BC Place in your home city, which meant you had gotten to spend a few days and nights in the comfort of your own apartment and in the warmth of your boyfriend's arms.

Your third and final alarm for the morning chirped causing the man lying on your chest to groan, the sound vibrating down your spine as you moved to turn off the irritating noise, hoping to linger in the previous serenity. He shifted his position slightly, manoeuvring himself so that his face buried itself into your neck, leaving delicate kisses all the way up to your jaw.

"If you mark me up my makeup artist won't be happy with you," you forewarned as you hummed gently, your hand brushing a small strand of hair back from his face.

Quinn Hughes grumbled incoherently as he tightened his grip around you. You laughed at the groggy man's actions. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and usually, he was up and at it already, but he had a four-day period with no games, just training in the afternoon, which may or may not be the reason you had scheduled your shows and following rest period to fall on those days.

What could you say? You were greedy. You would give anything to have more time with your love.

"I have to go soon," You started, making no attempt to get up from the bed. Quinn's eyes blinked slowly as he adjusted to the morning light, his thumb tracing uneven circles on your hip. "I have rehearsals all day until later. Are you still planning on coming and bringing everyone?"

You had ensured that Quinn had a ticket to all of the shows you were going to be playing at BC Place (three in total, all of which had been sold out!). You'd also provided tickets to his teammates and their partners, wanting to see them all to catch up as well as reserving some for his parents, who’d be flying up to visit within the next day or two.

Quinn grunted as he pushed himself further up the bed so that he could be face-to-face with you. He placed another delicate kiss on your lips this time, despite your brewing complaints about morning breath.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he whispered softly, his nose nudging your own. The depth of his morning voice, paired with his gentleness made you melt into his touch, all your previous worries fading into the background. "Everyone is coming tonight...they haven't stopped talking about it."

Heat rose to your cheeks. Despite your extensive fame, you hadn't quite gotten used to the whole 'being famous' aspect. You could hardly believe so many people supported you and your music, it seemed so far away from you–so unreal.

"I'm excited," you smiled sheepishly, your eyes closing as Quinn pulled you closer to his warm body and held you firmly between his arms.

"Me too," He sighed with a sleepy grin of his own, "Can't wait to watch you on stage, waited long enough."

"I offered you tickets to the other ones but you had hockey," you whined with a yawn, your head nestling into his bare chest. "I think we should both just quit our jobs and buy a cottage out in the middle of nowhere."

Quinn hummed in amusement at your dramatics, his fingers traipsing up and down your spine. "Let's make it through today and reconsider," he suggested tiredly, "now five more minutes, please."

You didn't have to answer as you obliged his request and closed your eyes for another faithful five minutes.

—

"I...dah, dah, dah...I...duh, duh, duh."

Your halfhearted rehearsing of one of your songs backstage kept your mind occupied as your mic and earpiece were being attached to you. You could hear the buzzing of the crowd from outside, a small smile gracing your face to combat the nerves.

You'd been dressed and made up to perfection, not a single strand of hair out of place as people flitted around backstage preparing for you to take the stage. You shook out your limbs slightly, your jitteriness growing before you were scooped up from behind and carefully spun around. Your grin widened at the familiar grip around you as you let out a melodic laugh.

Once you were placed back on solid ground, you turned and hugged Quinn tightly, the comforting smell of his cologne soothing any remaining nerves lingering. He'd dressed up for the occasion, wearing a dress shirt and pants with his typical beanie covering his hair.

"How was practice?" You asked, your hands on his forearms as you scanned him for any signs of tiredness or bruises.

"Good, went well just as usual," he spoke soothingly. He knew you got nervous in the run-up to actually going on stage so he welcomed any distractions you threw his way. "Everyone's here by the way, and they were so excited when they saw their view for the show. They sent me back here with a million thanks."

You ducked your head as you smiled, "I can't wait until I can join you guys after the show," you remark, your hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt cuffs.

"I know, but my girl has a job to do now," Quinn nodded his head behind you where your assistant had been trying to stall everyone attempting to sort you out for the show. "Go on out there and give it your all, baby,"

"I'll see you after?" You questioned as Quinn moved his hands to hold yours briefly.

"Oh, you're all mine after," he smirked and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"Quinn!" You called after him which caused him to turn and face you, "Enjoy the show!"

"You know I will!”

—

Your show had started flawlessly from the moment you'd stepped out onto the stage. The crowd tonight was insane, all of them an array of colours and varying screams. You'd been beaming from the second you'd started performing, the type of smile that couldn't be faked which only seemed to widen whenever you caught a glimpse of Quinn and his teammates and friends in their box.

You were five songs into your set when your first scheme began to kick in. Your eyes had been drawn towards Quinn almost every few minutes, so it hadn't taken your fans long to realise exactly who was in that section. The majority of them pointing their phones towards the team to catch their various reactions.

"Vancouver!" You exclaimed gleefully into your microphone. "I want to hear all of you singing along…I want you to be the loudest crowd I've had yet!"

The opening beats of your next song flooded the stadium and a roar of excitement swept over the crowd. You let a mischievous grin creep onto your face as your plan set into action.

"Now, this song, I wrote on the balcony of a boy's apartment. It took me twenty minutes to write and two minutes to adore," you explained as the elongated intro played. "I found myself in love with someone, and all of a sudden, everything I felt was just...nonsense."

This song was one of your more ‘upfront' songs. You'd written after a date with Quinn one month into your relationship. You'd been sitting on his lap on the balcony of his apartment when inspiration had struck. You remembered his arms tightening around you as you scribbled the words on a crumpled napkin in front of you. It was honestly one of the more fun songs for you to perform, not only because of how entertaining the lyrics were but because you were able to make up a new outro with each city you'd been in and tonight was no different.

As you sang the song, your scheme rolled right into place, and your lips twitched up.

"I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense, I'm talkin', I'm talkin', "I'm talkin' all around the clock." you swayed your hips as you moved towards the part of the stands where you knew Quinn and the Canucks were located.

“I'm talkin' you on the Canucks, I'm talkin' opposite of soft, I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts," your cheeky grin spread across your face as you winked towards the man you loved. You danced the routine dance, giggling slightly as the change of words didn't go unnoticed by anybody which resulted in a series of high-pitched yelps and gasps. “You gotta keep up with me, I got some young energy, I caught the L-O-V-E, How do you do this to me?"

The energy maintained its high level as you made your way to centre stage, where you were the only one left by now. You held your mic towards the crowd for them to sing feeling yourself tear up slightly when they echoed clearly off of the stadium walls.

"This song catchier than chickenpox is, I bet your house is where my other sock is, Woke up this morning, thought I'd write a pop hit!"

"How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz?" You joined in before pausing slightly with a tilt of your head, a small hush of anticipation fell over the audience as they waited for your new outro.

"No, Mom, I swear this is not a phase," you grinned as you leaned towards the crowd, "I love hockey ‘specially when my man plays… but hush, you guys have my heart, BC Place.”

You let the cheers roll over you as you lowered your mic and feigned a curtsy, your lips drawing back into a smile as you waited for your next song to begin.

–

Ten songs later and the night was coming to a close. You knew you had two more nights in the city but a twinge ricocheted through your heart at the thought of having to leave again.

"Alright, BC Place, this is our last song for tonight!" You spoke with a smile as your words were instantly met with a chorus of booing. Sweat had gathered along your hairline, and your once meticulous look had now been somewhat displaced due to your dancing around, yet, you couldn't be happier. “I know, I know…”

You bit your lip as disgruntled and sorrowful yells of “more” and “no!” rang out all around.

"I just want to say that you guys have been incredible tonight, and there's no other place I'd rather be than here performing for you tonight. And so, for this final song, I want everyone up and dancing! I want you to scream the lyrics, cry the lyrics— honestly, as long as you guys are having fun, you don't even need to know the lyrics..." You continued brushing hair out of your face.

"I just want you to let loose as much as possible! So, my wonderful and beautiful audience, for the final time tonight, enjoy the song…this is Karma!”

The intro to your final song was met with a flurry of excitement, your fingers waggling as you waved to the crowd with a knowing smile.

"You're talking shit for the hell of it," You sang out the opening line, your eyes moving across the crowd as your dancers got into formation. "Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant,"

As the song continued, you moved gracefully across the stage, trying to give as much attention to each side of the stadium as possible. Your heart was thudding so loud you swore you could hear it despite the volume of the room.

This was it. Your final scheme of the night.

"'Cause Karma is the thunder, rattling your ground, Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter, Karma's gonna track you down," you moved closer to centre stage, your eyes focused ahead of you. "Step by step and town from town,"

"Sweet like justice, karma is a queen, Karma takes all my friends to the summit," your eyes glinted with mischief as you waltzed to the part of the stage closest to where Quinn was standing, managing to lock eyes with the man himself.

"Karma is the guy on that team," you smirked, curling your fingers in a come hither motion towards your boyfriend. You knew the camera broadcasting to the screens on either side of the stage briefly flitted toward Quinn and the Canucks before they refocused on you. "Coming straight home to me!"

Your words were met with a deafening thunder of screaming, as you giggled, winking up at the box where you swore you could see Quinn grinning, blushing under the stadium lights, his teammates nudging him with laughter. You waved towards them one last time before continuing your performance.

Once Karma’s last beat fell upon your ears, you found yourself so overwhelmed with love and joy. “Thank you, Vancouver, good night!” You cheered, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd before, you were ushered off the stage.

Your heart was racing as you exited backstage, the sound thrumming in your ears, fizzling along every nerve in your body. Your body was practically vibrating with adrenaline as people around you patted you in congratulations whilst someone began to take off your mic pack.

Your eyes jolted around the room and the chaos it inhabited. Your lip was between your teeth as the swell of adrenaline simmered out, your eyes continuing their search until they finally landed on the bright smile you yearned to see.

You quickly brushed off those around you as you half ran, half skipped towards Quinn, who caught you in his arms and allowed you to press your smiling lips to his.

“You were insane out there,” he beamed proudly, his arms around your waist as he pulled away from your kiss.

“You liked it?” You questioned softly, with your eyebrows drawn together with a nervous smile as your fingers traced his cheekbones.

“Of course I did,” Quinn teased, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple as the two of you began to move towards the dressing rooms. “but changing the lyrics? People will start to think you like me, sweetheart…”

You found yourself laughing, your head dropping as he tightened his arm around your waist.

“Why would they ever think that?!”

pls ignore how bad the nonsense outro is, it was one of five outros I tested and it was the one that worked the best 😭

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violetrainbow412-blog · 9 months

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Devil's night [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: Spencer is excited about his Halloween plans and you join him.

Directly based on episode 6x06, because I felt so bad about how the team behaves with Spencer that I needed to do something

“I see someone’s feeling spooky today,” Morgan smiled, looking you up and down.

You were wearing a cardigan knitted with various prints related to the time of year; pumpkins, ghosts, black cats, and candy corn, over a bright purple skirt and tall boots. Normally you would dress more formally due to the implied dress code the FBI operated under, but it was the weekend and Halloween was around the corner, so you could skip a suit day to wear one of those many scary-related items you had. After all, Halloween was your favorite holiday of the year. It was fun for everyone when you were a child, but as you grew up, your love for said celebration became a little weirder for others, so when you became an adult, you didn't think anyone shared such excitement about the date. Well, that is until you met Spencer Reid.

“It became a little more commercialized in the 1950s with trick-or-treating, and today it rivals only Christmas in terms of popularity” you heard him say, as he walked in with an already quite annoyed Emily Prentiss.

You knew that sometimes Spencer talked too much, but you hated that the rest of your coworkers got upset like that when he was talking about something that he was passionate about. Now the subject was, clearly, the next date.

"All I asked was what he was doing this weekend" she complained to Rossi. Spencer ignored her and continued with his cathedra as he settled into the empty space next to you.

“I'm toying with the notion of either going to the Edgar Allan Poe Shadow Puppet theater or the re-enactment of the XIX century Phantasmagoria,” he said and your heart did a little skip. You and Reid had argued on a few occasions, outside of work, about Poe’s works and although you didn't know what the second thing he had mentioned was, it sounded very interesting.

“What is a Phantasmagoria?” you asked nicely and when your partner noticed your presence he smiled widely, as if he was just noticing you in the room. The others all pouted in anticipation of the explanation to come and you hoped Spencer hadn't noticed.

“Phantasmagorias are these amazing pre-cinema projected ghost shows invented in France, where the showman attempted to spook the audience using science magic” he explained to you, while he took a seat and waved his hands from side to side. You were completely unaware of the term so you slightly parted your lips in astonishment.

"Sounds interesting"

"I have an extra ticket, do you want to come with me?" he asked you, almost immediately, with the biggest smile of all. Honestly, the invitation took you by surprise, especially who was asking, and Spencer seemed to see it on your face. “I mean, if you don't have plans this weekend. You can say no if you want."

“I'd really love to,” you exclaimed, so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, and watched his eyes sparkle with joy as he nodded.

The others wanted to make fun of it a bit, but Garcia didn't give them time to when she handed you the case files. When Hotch told you that you were going to fly to Detroit, your partner complained loudly and his gaze inevitably went to you, since you were supposed to have made plans together literally three minutes ago, but knowing that the unsub only attacked during these three days of the year. You had no choice but to accept your fate. You have never gone from feeling completely happy to being so disappointed in such a short time.

"I guess you better forget what I just told you," Reid sighed, as you left the conference room.

"Maybe we'll make it on time, when is the show?"

"This Sunday. The puppet theater is at 9:00 pm, the last Phantasmagoria show is at 11:00 pm. None are sold out yet"

"If we get back in time enough, I'll accompany you both, what do you say?" you muttered, trying to be as positive as possible, as you took your friend's arm with both hands and gave it a friendly squeeze. Spencer was taller than you, but thanks to the boots you were wearing and the extra inches they gave you, your eyes were almost at the level of his “Don't be discouraged.”

"I like your clothes today," he suddenly murmured. Sometimes he would give you those kinds of sweet compliments, perhaps as thanks for the kindness with which you always treated him, and you would almost always blush "The drawings are beautiful. Do you know why pumpkins became so representative?"

"Jack-o'-lantern," you replied, rather proud of yourself for knowing the answer.

"But did you know that in the original story it wasn't a pumpkin but a turnip?" he said and you were silent. But he didn't make fun of you for it, instead he saw a new opportunity to impress you "Yeah, you see, in the original legend Stingy Jack..."

The rest of the team, who was in front of you, shared knowing looks as if they were pitying you for having activated the doctor's rambling mode, but the truth was that you were fascinated with every word that came out of his mouth. Sometimes you couldn't believe how there was someone as intelligent in the world as your cute companion and as he spoke you prayed, perhaps with all your might, that you could catch the unsub in time to be able to fulfill the plans in the ones he had included for the weekend.

Almost as if by divine handiwork, the case was solved just in time for the plane to land and you two to rush home to get dressed for the theater. Hotch was even sympathetic to you and told you that the paperwork could wait for Monday just because he had heard of your plans, which you were immensely grateful for.

Spencer was happy that you agreed to go out with him, especially since the idea of asking you out was completely impulsive. It was true that he had an extra ticket but he never thought of having the courage to ask you to accompany him, much less did he think that you would be interested in it, since he was regularly ignored by his colleagues at work. It was something he had never discussed with anyone, only his beloved and gone Elle, but it haunted him almost every day.

Luckily for him, Spencer had prepared the wardrobe he wanted to wear in advance, and all he had to do was take a warm shower, shave, and put on some cream and cologne to get ready. In addition to, of course, styling his short hair as best he could.

He felt particularly concerned by his appearance that night and he pondered whether you would think he looked silly wearing a 19th century French suit. He had bought it last month and it was stored with his costume collection, which no one on the team knew about yet and he didn't intend for that to change.

He had offered to pick you up and when he got to your building, he felt strangely nervous. The doorman was a kind older man that he had seen a couple of times, so when he said that he was looking for you, the man called you on the phone to let you know.

They were silent for a few moments and he began to rock on his heels to kill some time.

“Will you take her trick-or-treating?” the doorman, Tony, joked. Spencer didn't take it the wrong way, instead he laughed it off.

"It's not the plan, but if someone takes pity on us and gives us some I won't complain" he replied and now it was the employee's turn to laugh.

"I've seen you before, are you her boyfriend?"

“Coworkers,” Spencer clarified, with a smile.

"Ah, so you're also a policeman?" although it wasn't the proper term, Spencer didn't know if you had hidden your real job for personal reasons, so he held back from explaining to the man that you were actually a profiler.

"Yes, something like that"

Tony wanted to ask more questions, but the sound of the elevator caught the attention of both men and revealed your figure.

"No fucking way," you breathed, looking your friend up and down and if he hadn't gone dumbfounded, he probably would have said the same thing "Look at you!"

"Where did you get that?" he asked in amazement. Although Spencer had thought that you would show up in a costume, he hadn't expected to see you like this.

"You don’t like it?"

"No, I love it" he hastened to say, when he heard the insecurity in your voice "It's just… I didn't expect to see you as a 19th-century French lady"

You were wearing a beautiful black dress with lace details that obviously alluded to the fashion of the time, black satin gloves, plus a discreet hat on your well-groomed hair and boots that Reid had seen before, but they made a great combination with the outfit. The man's surprise was because he had invited you with such short notice and yet you had gotten the perfect costume and not only that, but one that conveniently matched his.

“And I didn't expect to see you as a French gentleman either” you laughed, as you reached out to wrap him in a hug "I guess it was pure fate"

“Or the fact that we are going to see a recreation of a 19th-century show. Our brains thought the same thing.”

“It doesn't sound so charming when you say it like that" you complained amused and he realized it was true "Shall we go? I don’t want to be late"

Spencer nodded and immediately offered you his arm to hold onto as you walked, a gesture that made you believe you were really entering a time tunnel.

“Enjoy your night”

"Thanks, Tony! Don't scare too many kids and don't eat too much candy,” you waved, blowing him a kiss as you followed Spencer out the door.

He guided you to his car and opened the passenger door for you and then he got in himself to start the engine and get going.

"I really can't believe that we got a couple's costume by pure coincidence"

“Couple costume?”

“Yes, they are those costumes of the same theme that you use with a couple. You know, like the people who dress up as Fred and Daphne or Morticia and Gomez”

Spencer didn't know the last couple, but he did have a vague recollection that the first ones mentioned were from Scooby Doo due to the cartoons he came from as a child.

"Oh" he sighed "Yes, get it”

“Honestly this was a last-minute thing. My downstairs neighbor studies theater and we are good friends, so I asked her if she had anything in her curiosities bag that could help me and she pulled out this dress. It was enough to adjust it a little" you told him, putting both hands on the neck of your dress and smiling from ear to ear "I couldn't believe it, it was really a stroke of luck”

"It looks so pretty on you," he said suddenly, looking away from the road just for a moment to check that you had heard him. "I don't think I told you when I saw you, but that's what I thought."

"Thank you then," you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm a little.

Spencer started talking to you about the creation of puppet theaters and, of course, the Poe stories you were going to witness, with you interrupting him only to point out some decoration along the way that you thought was cute. On Halloween you almost always preferred to stay at home to watch horror movies or go down to the hall to distribute candy to the youngest children, with very discreet costumes to avoid the evil looks of adults. But now you were excited to be doing this with Spencer, who was maybe the only person you knew who wouldn't make fun of you under any circumstances. Your relationship was based on a certain complicity, perhaps more than you had with any member of your unit.

Arriving at the site, he reopened your door and offered you his hand to help you down, which you took without complaining. Once you were outside, he repeated the gesture from when he picked you up from your building and in this way you walked to the entrance, where a woman disguised as who you assumed was Berenice (a Poe character) sold you a couple of tickets.

It was a lovely show and when you weren't looking at the puppets you took the time to admire your companion, whose eyes revealed the emotion of a child. You never thought the doctor was fond of a thing like this and now that you had discovered it you found it quite adorable. As you left you asked him if he was a Muppets fan by any chance and, to your surprise, he was. Spencer even told you that he had a couple of Kermit the Frog items that his mom bought him when he was little, but he also told you not to tell anyone or he'd be embarrassed and you pinky promised him.

You still had an hour between the two shows so you decided to go to a nearby park where there were lots of food stalls: candy apples, popcorn, candy, lemonade, and you even got to one where a Hispanic woman offered you pieces of candied pumpkin. You had to take off your gloves (which he kept carefully in his jacket) when you bought a few pieces of this last one for the two of you and when you tried it you agreed that it was delicious. The woman told you that in Mexico, her country of origin, she always served them to her children with a glass of milk.

Spencer spared no expense just to fulfill all your cravings, even though you refused, so when you got in the car to go to the Phantasmagoria your stomach was pretty full. The place where it would take place was a gray tent in the open air, with a dais in front and several wooden benches arranged so that enough people could fit in. As you had arrived with some time, you took a seat on a bench in the second row and waited patiently for the show to start.

Suddenly all the lights around you went out, leaving only the ones pointing to the front of the stage, and a presenter dressed as a magician appeared.

“For many centuries, wandering spirits have inhabited the world unseen by the human eye, always confined to the world of shadows…” his voice was mesmerizing and kept you on the edge of your seat, watching him carefully “but for a certain time of the year, their magic grows and they are able to cross the barrier that separates us…”

The entire tent was filled with smoke and the audience, including you, looked around trying to figure out what would happen. The presenter continued giving his gloomy monologue and, although you didn’t imagine how, you even felt that the temperature decreased a little with each word he said. Suddenly even the lights that were pointed at him began to dim and by the time he finished explaining to you the whole place was in complete darkness.

There was silence for a moment to build tension and then there was an explosion that made you jump in place. To tell you the truth, you didn't expect much from the show, you thought that being a recreation it would have many shortcomings, but when the first figure appeared on the roof your heart skipped a beat.

You weren't a scared person under normal circumstances and your resistance to the horrifying images you saw at work on a daily basis shows this, but this time perhaps all the environmental components of that night were what made you feel that way. A loud laugh resounded and then another pair of specters appeared, this time flying at the height of the audience and even passing through some of you.

Spencer's reaction was nothing like the rest. Despite his fear of the dark he was totally fascinated by all the images, his mind already working to decipher the magic trick that was being performed. What finally got his breath caught was the feel of your hand searching his. He was still shielding your gloves so he could feel the cool temperature of your fingers, as opposed to how warm he was in comparison. Even knowing that doing that was a reflex act due to fear, he stopped paying attention to the show to look at your hand on top of his, with that noticeable difference in size.

Just as you had admired him during the puppet show, he took the time to observe your expressions now. Your face lit up from time to time by the illusions around you and every time you startled you squeezed his hand harder, in addition to adjusting your body against his as if you were looking for some kind of protection. Spencer had gone out with friends many times and of course with the rest of his female colleagues at work, however none of them had behaved like you were doing. He wasn’t bothered by your behavior, but rather intrigued, since you seemed quite comfortable taking refuge in him to feel safe. Although he knew how to identify qualities in people, he sometimes had a hard time crossing the line of identifying them to really admire them. When he thought of JJ, he thought of a charismatic woman. When he thought of Emily, he thought of intelligence. And when he thought of Penelope, he always saw joy and optimism. But when he thought of you, there were too many qualities to focus on just one: he thought of kindness, calmness, creativity, wit, beauty, empathy... what a big heart you had and how at the end of the day you were perhaps the only one who could make him smile. When he invited you to join him, he did it because he knew you had the same feeling towards scary things, but now that you were there, looking so pretty and holding his hand tightly, he thought maybe there was something else going on between you. You were the closest thing he had to a best friend, though he had never said so verbally, and that night he wanted to be nowhere else but by your side.

Only when the lights came back on did he realize that the spectacle had been forgotten to him, since the whole time he had been looking at you.

“That was all for today, my friends. Thank you for these wonderful performances and remember to recommend us to your friends the next time we're in town. Have a spooky night, all of you."

“I can't believe it, did you see all that? It was just awesome! I didn't think it was going to be this good” you said, completely excited, as you turned in his direction. Apparently you weren't even aware that your hands were clasped until he got up from the seat and helped you imitate him with that grip. Though you thought of apologizing for that, you didn't, fearing to embarrass yourself further.

“It was amazing, even for me it was hard to figure out the trick”

“Why do you want to figure it out? admit it's only magic, doctor. Sometimes life is” you laughed, grabbing his arm for the third time like a happy wife would her husband.

You are something magical, he thought, with the words on the tip of his tongue, but not daring to say them to you.

Although the night was late, the movement in the streets was still the same and Spencer considered asking if you wanted to go somewhere else, but the yawn that escaped you made him think that the best thing for both of us would be to go home to rest. After all, the case had exhausted you.

"Back to your house, right?" he asked, just to be sure and you nodded with a smile.

The road wasn’t long, you only had to take care of the naughty at night so as not to receive any damage, so when you least expected it, you were already in front of your building. Although you intended to say goodbye, Spencer told you that he would accompany you to the door of your apartment just to make sure that you arrived completely safely, because he knew better than anyone how much could happen to a woman alone, even if it was such a short journey, and he didn't want to risk you. Tony was still awake and greeted you nicely as you walked in, so you could then get on the elevator and press the necessary button.

“I seriously have no words to thank you for today, Spencer. Except for that one time I ended up in the hospital for eating so much candy, this has been my best Halloween ever,” you admitted with a laugh, as you leaned in for a big hug.

"Thank you for accompanying me. I'm really glad you had fun, because I had a great time too”

There was a dead space between you, in which you just looked at each other with a smile. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the night had been wonderful and maybe it was just that you two were trying to drag it out as long as possible.

“Spencer”

"Yeah?"

"Before you go, can I ask you something?"

"Whatever" he responded immediately. He got a little nervous thinking that he wouldn't be able to satisfy your curiosity by ignoring the topic you were going to ask him about and hoped that wasn't the case.

You waited another second before speaking.

"How frowned upon do you think it was for 1800s society for a woman to steal a kiss from her companion?"

Spencer's eyes danced a little in his sockets and you thought he was processing your request in disguise, until he looked at you again and spoke with complete assurance:

“Very frowned upon, surely. At that time, it was usual for men to court women, who were very repressed from making their own decisions or living their sexuality as they pleased. A woman who kissed a man was considered indecent."

You wanted to correct him, tease him or, as a last resort, simply pull him by his shirt and plant the kiss you had wanted to give him all the way. But you didn't do any of that, you just laughed softly and enjoyed his smirk for telling you the right answer.

“I was afraid of that. It's good to know” said this, you carefully approached him and placed a small kiss on his cheek, seeing him slightly surprised by the act “See you tomorrow at work. Call me when you get home”

"I will do that. Rest and see you later"

"Bye”

Just as he said, he called you a few minutes later to announce that he had arrived at his destination so you could sleep peacefully.

Spencer didn't realize that you had explicitly asked for a kiss until Morgan told him and while his friend laughed, he felt like the luckiest guy of all and, at the same time, the dumbest.

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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hello dear! i love your works so much and just have seen you write for wednesday?? (shame on me) if it's ok with you, can you please write hcs about xavier x jealous!reader? like she has a crush on him but thinks he's head over heels with wednesday so distance herself and become kinda passive-aggressive? i can see hurt/comfort and fluff but absolutely up to you! thank u in advance! take care!

how to get out of love

xavier thorpe x reader

warnings: angst, dumbass xavier

a/n: hello lovely, I know you asked for hcs but I overworked myself🫶 for all the early requests w similar tropes, I'm sorry I took so long!

part two

°°°

If there was one thing you lacked that Wednesday Addams doesn't, it's the absence of a heart.

And your heart has been beating for the tortured artist since you've crossed paths.

He wasn't like all the other incels that made you uncomfortable or the bullies who made you cry, no.

He was just a gentle awkward and talented soul. That was why you liked him, one thing you two seemed to have in common is that you both feel immensely.

Yet these days it seemed he's been having less time to notice your lack of enthusiasm, not when he's busy trying to get new girl Wednesday Addams, resident sociopath, to notice him.

It's a lost cause! She doesn't want to be loved by him, you did, why couldn't he see that?

You were sure one of these days she'd end up giving him a piece of her mind, and you look forward to that day.

What you didn't expect, was her asking him to Rave'n Dance.

He seemed so happy you had to compose yourself from breaking down. "I thought we were going together?" You ask, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Either it worked or he was oblivious. "Yeah I know that, but c'mon, I've been waiting for ages for this chance-"

"oh yes her loyal dog at her beck and call." You mumbled, loud enough to reach his ears.

His words halted and he stares at you baffled.

"I've liked her for so long, you can't really expect me to bail this for you? How can you be so selfish?" Your eyes widen as he snaps at you.

"Selfish? I'm saying this because I care about you! Xavier, if she really liked you, she wouldn't wait this long to show it, she's been treating you like shit and you just take it."

He rolls his eyes and reach for his jacket to leave your dorm. "You know, you and Bianca would make really good friends, both so desperately insecure and manipulative."

You lose your voice as you watch him slam the door in your face.

The words doesn't sound like his, something so cruel could never come out of your sweet boy, and yet it did.

You breath out a sigh and feel your cheeks wet as tears fall down. If he wanted to get screwed over by her, then he can go ahead and take his chance.

°°°

Your play was to be held tonight, the tickets all have been sold and costumes been made, yet you still couldn't get in the right headspace.

Perhaps this deep melancholic sadness you're drowning in could help you embody Ophelia better, she was quite a tragic character.

You found yourself imagining your Xavier digging your grave and crying over your dead body as Hamlet did, would he come to regret his rejection of you when it's too late, as the prince did?

You shook your head and waved off your wild fantasies, life was anything but a Shakespeare play, thankfully.

And he had made his choice clear.

The play had been going well so far. Too well for your liking.

And as if the universe has been reading your mind, your Hamlet, Ajax, has accidentally stoned himself, forgetting the mirror in the props.

Laughter spread through the audience. At least they found it funny.

You stood in the middle dumbly, not sure how to continue. Your eyes glare at the vampires in their guards costumes.

"We need a replacement." You hissed, nearing them slowly.

"Is this a prologue or a the posy of a ring?" His voice booms through the stage.

He was wearing Ajax's costume, and if you weren't still upset with him, you'd say he looks exactly the part.

Besides the obvious tremble in his voice as he forces himself to read through Ajax's lines.

You had no idea who had voted for Xavier as replacement, you were sure that all the characters should have replacement actors, yet you could not find Ajax's.

He coughed a bit and you broke your trance, slightly shaking your head.

" 'Tis brief, my lord." You speak, moving into the arranged seats on stage for the scene.

He stares at you for a minute and you found yourself mouthing the lines at him as he immediately repeats it.

"-As woman's love." It might be a trick of light, as you notice how his eyes bore deeply into yours when he spoke the words.

°°°

The play had not gone too smoothly, Xavier proving that he wasn't exactly the best ik acting and theatres, and of course he could barely remember any of the lines, none his faults. The chaos that ensued however only made the crowd merrier, enjoying the random interruptions and the funny awkward moments on stage.

You smiled and shyly took some of the bouquets thrown for you before running backstage.

Your body was tired of the long standings and the heavily designed dress. You strip it off immediately and wrap yourself in your robe before sitting down to remove your makeup.

You breath hitches as you hear a knock on your door, having a feeling that you knew who it was.

You begrudgingly open the door and Xavier's face appears in front of you.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

He pursed his lips and stared at you with pleading eyes.

You sighed loudly and moved aside as he enters.

"Whatever it is, be quick, I'm dying to get to bed." You rushed him.

He nods and inhales before starting.

"You were right-" You scoffed and roll your eyes.

"Wow, barely a day and she's already left you?" You mock him and feel a sense of guilt slithering in as he turns to look down, avoiding your eyes.

"She never liked me, she thought I was the hyde, she was trying to frame me or something."

You frowned and all insults leave your mind. "She thought you, were the Hyde?" He nods and you huffed, baffled.

"That just proves she never really knew you then." You decided.

He looks back at you and steps closer to your standing build.

"No, she doesn't. Only you ever do."

Your eyes soften at his words but the constant reminder of his words and how easily he was willing to replace you still burned at the back of your mind.

"And yet I still wasn't enough." You mumbled clear enough for him to hear.

"You are enough -" He interjects and you cut him off. "Just not for you then?"

He turns silent and you watch him struggle to form words.

"If she had wanted to be with you, for real, you wouldn't be here would you?" Your voice meek as you ask.

Your eyes starts to water as you watch him stand quietly, looking down at the floor.

"I'm a fucking idiot." He whispers.

Tears fall down your face and you chest heaved loudly as you lose control and starts sobbing.

"I have always been here all along, through everything- Me! Not her, not Bianca, why don't you ever see me? I have always loved you for you!" His eyes widen you revel in his guilt stricken face.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't see you before, but i see you now-"

He startles and move towards you but your hands raise to push him away.

"No, I don't want you anywhere near me, get out."

"[name]-"

"You've said enough Xavier, I'm nothing but a second choice to you, I see that now, and I refuse to be your little pastime lapdog while you dream of someone else when you're with me."

He stares at you mouth agape and you roared at him; "I said, leave!"

Your voice makes him flinch and he rushes out the door, hands shaking as you notice his own bleary eyes.

Tonight you were his Ophelia, and like Hamlet, he was too late.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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i saw an ask game and just had to 👀

Culpa

Zero

Mummy

Ghuleh

Macabre

???

HI THANK YOU FOR PLAYING.

Culpa - When did you first discover Ghost?

I heard Mary On a Cross on Tik Tok during early summer maybe? See, this part I am fuzzy on because I knew I had MOAC on my playlist, but it was like I listened to it a couple times and was like "rad" but it didn't go anywhere from there.

And then I kept seeing more Ghost content pop up around late August and I've always had a penchant for spooky old men, so I was immediately intrigued, and it all came together from there. Now, I feel like a damn fool for not realizing what MOAC really was and how wonderful Ghost's music is. I could seriously kick myself.

Zero - Have you been to one of their concerts?

September 20, 2022. Burned into my memory forever. It was just after I really became obsessed with the band that I checked the Imperatour and saw they were playing 3 hours away from me. It was past midnight when I desperately texted my sister begging her to go with me. I had to wait almost 2 weeks to buy my ticket and I kept my eyes on a specific set of seats the entire time, hoping that they wouldn't be sold out. They weren't.

Being there was completely surreal. It was like it didn't even happen, and when it was over, and I got to the car, I cried. I just couldn't believe it. It was the first concert that I have ever been to, and I will treasure that forever. I keep my parking ticket from that night in my caboodle.

Mummy - Have you ever attempted to cosplay someone from Ghost (or are planning to)?

I did Papa IV's make-up for Halloween!

Ghuleh - What’s your least favorite Ghost album?

I don't have one. And I'm not lying. I don't consider one particularly higher or lesser than the other? You'll definitely hear me say that I love Prequelle with my entire body and soul, but I appreciate and listen to each one differently, easily able to say that Opus is my "favorite" one day, or Meliora the next.

This is the first time I have EVER experienced this. My approach to music has always been...oh, I like this song, but I don't like this artist. Or I like this one album. My playlist on my phone has always been a pieced together mismatch of songs. Finding Ghost opened me up to a new world. I genuinely adore every single thing Tobias Forge has ever put out.

Macabre - Do you enjoy the interviews and the lore, or do you like sticking to just the music?

I absolutely suck every piece of content into my pores LOL such is the fate of a hyper-fixation. I try to keep up with everything as soon as it happens. The lore is so incredibly interesting to me, and I LOVE how the fandom takes it, molds it into their own, creates stories and art from it. Tobias himself has said that he thinks it's wonderful that we build on the foundation he's set.

#the band ghost #the band ghost asks #ghost asks #ask me anything #leezlelatch

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jumoonjae · 3 years

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Feelings

Pairings: Reader x Hyunjae x Q

Genre: Angst x Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: A story of a love triangle (not really)

Having a guy as your best friend can really be tricky sometimes because when you're both single, you spent almost every time together and you somehow unconsciously developing feeling for him. It get worst when you enrolled to the same college right after high school. It was okay at the first two or three semester, you had each other by your side through thick and thin, knowing more every little thing about each other just like the back of your hand which resulting you to fell harder for him. Your biggest mistake was you were sure he'll never slip off from your finger.

But he did.

And you let him.

You felt the painful prick inside in every flesh of your heart just by the sight of his beautiful glimmering eyes every single time she walks by. You swallowed the pain that is in the form of a thorn and pretend you're not affected by it at all, and you thanked heaven for blessing you with the art of hiding your true feeling for him. You even encourage him to make a move on her just to make you facade more believable.

What a fool.

Because it was the only way for you to keep him as your best friend at least, just to keep him close to you even if he doesn't like you the way you like him. But how wrong you are.

He made a move to talk to her and she seems to be interested too. But then again who doesn't, Changmin is one of the most talented and charming person in the campus, everyone loves him even the lecturer. In no time, they were together, they were lover and you had to watch every single day he hold her like the way you always crave for, the affection, the looks and the kiss. But you smiled anyway, each time you met his eyes, or hers. She became your friend too, you couldn't hate her at all.

“I’m fine.” You lied one day when he hesitated to run straight to her or stay with you by the time she came into the view at the cafeteria.

“Go ahead spend time with your girlfriend.” You said nudging him with a smile.

“I’ll call you tonight.” He ruffles your hair with an apologetic frown which you shake your head to and he run to her while she waved at you so innocently and you waved back with the sincerest smile you could pull even when your heart dropped down to your stomach leaving it's place painfully empty.

He didn't call that night. Or texted. The frequent chatting and long conversation between you two started to die down until he barely contact you anymore. You missed him, but there's nothing you could do to have him back. There is nothing you can do.

Each day he spend his free time with her and barely had any time with you anymore. but you didn't want him to feel bad so you started to hang out with other people even if its never the same like when you're with him, it will never be the same. but you need to accept the fact that you couldn't keep him for yourself anymore, you want him to be happy even if its not with you, even if his happiness breaks your heart.

You need to let go because all those late night conversation that you both been sharing, all his problems that you can't fix for him, all his inner battle that never seems to settled. You think maybe she could help to put it to ease because you know you can't. if you could, you wouldn't have heard the same ranting every night. So you keep your distance with him just so you wont break his relationship, so you wont take away their happiness.

“That’s nice.” You heard someone spoke from your back as you done putting up the pictures you took as told by your mentor at the bulletin board where all the art student displayed their work. You look back and saw a tall guy admiring your work and you step back a little to stand next doing the same thing. It was the picture you took at the Han river during your night walk alone.

“Is this yours?” he asked pointing to the picture glancing at you then back to it.

“yeah.” You answered simply, looking at the still picture of the city lights taken by the bridge with blurry passer by.

“It feels so lonely, but peaceful at the same time.” He spoke and you smiled looking down, it was true what he said, you felt so lonely but is somehow made you feel calm that you thought maybe letting him go was the right thing. He's never been yours from the start.

“I'm Hyunjae by the way.” He held out his hand and you look up to his face which had the sweetest smile on that made you smile back and took his hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

Hyunjae took no time to be your friend, he was easy to talk to and you love his company. Slowly, you manage to bury your feeling for Changmin deeper day by day and Hyunjae did so much to replace him. Somehow he did it, he didn't have anything in common with Changmin but you like the challenge of knowing him anyway, it was always new thing every day, a pleasant surprise.

“Y/N.” Hyunjae chirped startling you in the process and he laugh at the way you flustered making you hit his shoulder lightly.

“What are you doing?” He asked taking a seat next to you at the cafeteria.

“Nothing, just editing these.” You pull the side of your laptop a little to show him your work and he lean over to take a closer look.

“You really are a talented photographer.” He complimented making you pushed his shoulder bashfully.

“hey i was wondering.” He leaned back to his seat pondering with his words, looking down to his hands while you paid full attention to him.

“I've got ticket for next week music festival.”

“Really? I didn't manage to get mine though, they've sold out weeks ago.” You frowned

“I got two ticket you know. So.. maybe.. you want to come with me?” you laughed at the way he adorably dragging his words and he grinned sheepishly.

“I’d love to.” You smiled and he did too staring into your eyes for a while before looking away bashfully. He had completely filled the void and help you put back you heart into its place, ready to love again. But you wait. You wait for it to heal perfectly so you can love Hyunjae with all of it without having Changmin ever crossing your mind anymore.

“You’re going with who?”

Changmin voice raised a little when you told him you're going to the music festival with Hyunjae. Its been a while since you both get to spend time with each other, you were finally feeling genuinely fine by it now that you have Hyunjae by your side. Its already the music festival week and Changmin probably didn’t want you to feel left out so he ask you to come along with his girlfriend. But when you said you already have a date, he was a little mad making you wondering, giving the sparks of feeling for him that you buried deep down a light. A dim light, but enough for it to slowly crawling back to the surface, but you ignore it.

“Why?” You asked, still walking a step ahead from him to the cafeteria.

“Since when do you became close with him?”

“Just recently, wait. It think its been two months.” You shrugged and he exhaled.

“Do you like him?” He asked suddenly making you stop on your track stepping a little to the side before turning back to look at him questioningly. You were actually asking him mentally ‘Are you jealous?’ but another word came out instead.

“He's a nice guy and what's wrong with that?”

“Be honest, you hang out with him just because i started dating aren't you?” you were taken aback a little by his words. It was true at first, you were hanging out with Hyunjae so you didn't feel empty anymore. But when time passed, he's been growing so much in you and you're started to fall for him.

“What? No Ji Changmin, as far as I could remember I have the right to date anyone I want my friend.”

“What?” He raised his voice again and you hissed at him playfully rolling your eyes.

“Hey.” You heard Hyunjae from the back snaking his hands around your waist pulling you close to him until your back touches his front and you look up to him instantly with a big smile.

“Hey you.” You coos ignoring Changmin who was crossing his arms on his chest in annoyance by the sight of Hyunjae hands casually touch you.

“I’ll pick you up tonight at eight okay.” He smiled sweetly making the butterflies inside you to rise full with pride.

“Alright I see you tonight.” You touch his shoulder trailing your hand down to his chest as he peck your cheek before letting him run to his friends. You look back to Changmin who was raising his eyebrow.

“What?” you chuckle continue walking to the cafeteria.

“I don't like him.” He stated

“that’s not nice Changmin, you barely know the guy.”

“its just been two month and he already being touchy with you and you let him kiss you.”

“It just a peck Changmin. Stop being over protective.” You shake your head trying to laugh him off.

“And besides, two month is enough even for us to sleep together.” You shrugged making his eyes widen in pure shock at your words.

“You what?!”

“I was just kidding you idiot.”

It has been full three month since Hyunjae first talked to you and you decided to confess to him. Your feeling for him was crystal clear and you had no doubt about his feeling for you. He had untie the tight knot that was constantly pulled every time you saw Changmin with his girlfriend until you felt nothing but happy for them.

In those three months, Changmin had slowly fades from you even when he was right in front of you or when they were standing in the same room, the first who catches you attention was no longer Changmin, it was Hyunjae. You were lying if the feeling for him had completely gone, but your feeling for Hyunjae were much more prominent and you were happy

“Are you going to the trip to see the cherry blossom?” Hyunjae asked when you both were having lunch at your usual spot at the cafeteria.

“I think so.” You answered still checking the picture you took leaving your food untouched.

“Yah, enough with the camera.” He whined attempting to take the camera away from your hand but you saw what he was going to do and turn your back on him with a giggle.

“Wait, I need to delete some picture first or else I’m going to forget which one to delete.” You reason out stopping him from taking it away.

“let me see then.” He leaned his chin on your shoulder and you showed it to him one by one.

“No don’t delete that, its beautiful.” He pointed out at the picture of the blurry crowd you took while you both was walking down the Itaewon streets and you looked to your side until your lips almost brushed his cheek, but he backed away just enough to give you space to turn your body.

“Its kind a blurry don't you think?” You showed a few picture with the same scenery until your head bumped into each other when you lean in trying to show him and you both laughed. his hand caressed the spot where his head had bumped.

“You always took a blurry picture and its nice, its your style, or signature.” He said while patting your head and you smile at him, thanking him for his sweet words.

“You want to go with me?” He asked again since you didn’t answer him yet, and you chuckle looking up to him, he was smiling like an angel waiting for you to answer.

“Who else am i going with.” You smiled and he smile back giddily crushing you with his bear hug.

“But why did you sounds like i am the only option? What about your friends?” he asked pulling his body away for a little with a frown.

“If you want me to go with them, then i’ll go with them.” You shrugged making him whined.

“no. I was just asking.” He pulled you back to his hug and you giggled ruffling his hair.

“I’m planning to take my mom’s car so we wont have to rush the bus and trains.” He let you go, pulling your food closer to you gesturing you to start eating and you complied by placing your camera on the table.

“What? Its going to more exciting taking trains and bus with other students don’t you think?” you suggested, imagining you taking picture of people having fun in the train.

“Hadong is a huge place, the last bus going to leave at six. You think its enough time? Besides i want to watch the stars from there, they said the sky is the prettiest there during the night.”

“We can spend the night there and catch the bus next morning.” You suggested making him stop mixing his rice looking at you all flustered.

“What?” you teased bumping your shoulder into his.

“If you okay with it then why not.” He scratch the back of his head nervously and a big smile creep on your face just by the sight of his giddiness. You turn back to your food and ate in silence with him doing the same. He really had been growing so much in you.

Far back from the corner of the cafeteria, there stood Changmin witnessing everything that tug something painful inside of him. He shake the feeling away and walked to the opposite side of your spot sitting with his back facing you and Hyunjae trying so hard to ignore the growing pain inside of him.

The long ride to Hadong was fun just like you imagined, all the students starts singing out of no where using anything as an instrument and you had a good laugh when some of then cracking the most stupid joke. You took some picture here and there and the result came out well. You and Hyunjae took extra clothes just as planned to spend the night and you really excited to see the whole thing.

It was beautiful, the place was filled with pink cherry blossom blooming beautifully and the way the flower flew when the wind blow just like a snow. Cherry blossom snow. It really felt like a movie with you standing under a cherry blossom tree with Hyunjae holding your waist while you taking picture. He will rest his chin on your shoulder everytime you show the result to him. If you had to describe how your feeling for Hyunjae, you will call it a blooming cheery blossoms.

“watch your step, there’s plenty of rocks and pebbles along the way.” He said handing you your twisted potato after helping you settles on the bench not far from where you both were standing.

You both walked until the end of the cherry blossom path where you saw a river and there's a kayak booth which you pull Hyunjae sleeves running a little in excitement, wanting to give it a try with Hyunjae giggling while being dragged by you.

But a voice stopped you from running, it was a familiar voice. You look back to see Changmin and his girlfriend rushing to both of you.

“What in the hell are you doing?” he huffed annoyingly at you not even sparing any look to your boyfriend and you were offended by the way he spoke.

“What does that supposed to mean?”

“you missed the bus.”

“And you're not?” You spat back annoyingly taking a step forward, your eyebrow twitched and he scoffed at your response thickening the tension between both of you.

He was beginning to get into your nerve since you started to date Hyunjae.

“We were there at the bus but he insisted waiting for both of you.” His girlfriend explained and you couldn't help to feel bad for her.

“We were planning to stay the night.” Hyunjae stepped forward pulling you back closer to him and you noticed the frown on Changmin's face when he did that. Was that jealousy? Had he figured that he had feelings for you too? But Hyunjae's grip on your arm pulled you out from that thoughts and you look back to him pressing your lips into a thin line, forming a smile.

“We will take the first bus tomorrow morning.” You said to Changmin's girlfriend trying to assure her by rubbing her arm and she nod with a smile.

“Okay where are you going to crash for tonight?” changmin spat with his annoying tone that really got into your nerve.

“I’ve booked a place for us, but i'm sure they have more place.”

“We should stick together.”

“Fine.”

For the first time in your life, you feel annoyed by Changmin's presence where he constantly interfere any attempted affection that you and Hyunjae trying to make while he trying to show off his own with his girlfriend which end up annoying her too.

“We should stop by the store first.” Hyunjae suggested and you nod while waiting for the bus to the motel.

“I'm tired, can we just go straight to the motel.” Changmin whined and you rolled your eyes shooting him an annoyed look and he just shrugged.

“you two can check in first, they had some place for barbeque at the garden by the hotel and we were planning to have one while watching the stars.” You told his girlfriend and she looked excited.

“So romantic.” she coos and you lean your shoulder to Hyunjae who was smiling at you.

“They said the night sky are the best here.” He throw his hand on your shoulder pulling you closer to him letting you snuggles to his chest.

“You can join us if you want.” he suggested to Changmin and his girlfriend which you shot him a look with a frown.

“What? Its going to be fun and i can get to know your best friend more.” He whispered and you melted at the way how hard he tried to get close to your best friend.

“Thank you.” You caress his hands with your thumb smiling up to him and he smiles back like he always did.

The night went well, but the conversation was mainly between you and Hyunjae while Changmin and his girlfriend seems to fall into silence only talk when being asked. You stop Hyunjae from trying to get close to Changmin by snuggling with him under the blanket where you brought just for the occasion while watching the stars.

You admired him while he was admiring the scattered stars up in the sky, looking at it like he was in love with it just like you're in love with him.

“Y/N can you walk me to my room for a while?” Changmin snaps you away from the most beautiful view and you sighed. He was tipsy from drinking a little too much and you could tell.

“Its okay, I'll clean this up and meet you at the room right after.” Hyunjae said helping you getting up and you nod letting him peck your forehead before leading Changmin into the building.

“Are you going to sleep with him?” Changmin asked suddenly after you both were inside the building.

“Yes.” You answered in a heartbeat even if you don't know whether Hyunjae is having the same idea with you, but you admit it anyway just so Changmin will stop bothering you.

“If i told you not to would you listen to me?” he stop walking making you stop turning your body fully to face him.

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” He said, petrifying you with his words, it was the word you had been waiting for years, a words that you always pray for so he will uttered it to you one day. a word that you’ve been dying to hear.

But that was before, that was you dream before Hyunjae and you were glad that it doesn't affect you like the way you thought it will be.

“I know you love me too. I know you love me since so long and i'm sorry for pretending that i didn't see it.” He took a few step closer to you but you didn't flinch. There were disappointment, but it doesn’t matter to you anymore. you didn’t care why he didn't do anything about it and keep it to himself. but you were curious.

“Why did you date her if you knew?”

“Because i thought i didn't feel the same way.” You exhaled at his answer looking down not knowing what to say or what to do with that information. But then he lift your chin with his index finger and leaned closer to kiss you.

You let him kiss you not knowing there's a pair of eyes that has been witnessing everything. When you kissed Changmin back, he shut his eyes only to see you smile to the kiss the moment he open his eyes. Couldn’t bear the pain in his chest anymore, he walked away from the scene.

“Changmin we had our chance.” You slowly push his body away from you, pulling yourself away from the dizzying kiss. It put your mind into a great mess, that your mind keeps buzzing like a static radio. but when other thing was blurry and hazy, one thing that stood out so clear, just like the picture you always took. it was your feeling for Hyunjae.

“Y/N please.” He took your hand placing it on his chest.

“You had your chance in all those years to confess but you didn't.” You let go of his hands holding your own.

“I'm not blaming you entirely because its my fault too for being a coward. But we had our chance Changmin, and we blew it.”

“and i'm in love with somebody else.”

“i’m in love with Hyunjae.”

“He saw us kissed.”

“No.”

“He just left.”

“You asshole. It was intentional wasn't it?”

“I just had to.”

“Hyunjae.” You called softly after entering the room that you both shared. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down to his hands. Nervousness starting to creep inside you by the sight and the silence from him. You stood there by the door looking down at your feet, hands fidgeting with the rim of your dress.

“You should sleep, we need to catch the first bus in the morning.” He said standing up with blanket on his hands walking to the couch just right next to the bed without looking at you. But you didn’t budge, still looking down like a kid getting scolded by their parents for causing a big trouble.

You bit your lips hard when tears starts to brimmed in your eyes. You didn’t even dare to blink, not wanting the tears to fall.

“I’m tired, can you turn off the light please.” He said and you look up to where he already lay down, covering his body using the blanket, his back facing you. You hold your sniffles and do as told leaving the room in pitch black.

“Hyunjae.” Your voice cracked and you swallow hard to make it easier your you to speak.

“I-I am so-”

“I’m tired Y/N. Please, let me rest. Its been a long day.” He cut your words, but not sharp enough. But it still hurts you. It hurts you because you hurt him and you didn’t even know how to explain.

With the help of the lights peeking through the window, you slowly walked to your bag and take your clean clothes and toiletries.

You turn on the shower letting the warm water run down your skin while you stood there looking into spaces not long before you break down, covering your mouth not wanting to be heard by him. It was the longest you ever cried, longer than the day Changmin asked his girlfriend out. It was even longer than when you bid your goodbye to your parents at the airport.

God, how much you love him, and now you’re losing him.

Hyunjae haven't spoke a word to you since the bus ride back to the city and you didn't dare to speak to him either. The ride was awfully silent and you could hear Changmin and his girlfriend giggled from the back seat. You couldn't help to think that they were mocking you both but you know they weren't. You suddenly feels empty without Hyunjae's constantly touching you like he always did when he's being excited over something or just feeling like touching you, or teasing you. He didn't even whined when you too immersed into the picture you took with your camera. You felt emptier than the time Changmin left you.

You didn't blame him for cutting every connection between you two after breaking up with you over a text and let you fall back to the loneliness. You didn't blame Changmin for not even consoling you after he heard the news of your break up with Hyunjae. You blame yourself for being you, you blame yourself for existing, for hurting people who had no other intention but to love you and you deserve the resentment that you get from him. You blame yourself for not figuring out your feelings for Hyunjae and didn't try hard enough to make him stay.

You were back to zero, alone at the cafeteria watching people and love birds walking around then get back to your pictures on your laptop ignoring the painful void inside of your heart.

You bumped into him the day after the break up, you didn't look away when you both walk past each other at the hall, neither did him. But he seems to had those indifferent look as soon as his eyes laid on you and you try hard not to show too much emotion when he's around. But it was hard, because you always saw him even when you’re not looking.

“Y/N, the portfolio that you emailed me. It was perfect. The four season portfolio.” Your mentor spoke when he saw you just about started to pack your things while your other class mate had already left. Its your routine since the break up, so you wont bumping into Hyunjae because your afternoon class always ends at the same time as his.

“It wasn't complete yet Mr Yoon. I was waiting for your feedback for anything that i should fix or re-edit.” You look up to him slinging your bag on your shoulder.

“I’ll send you my feedback later.” He said and you give him a bow.

“Y/N, I was wondering.” Mr. Yoon voice stopped you from turning on your heels and you look at him. waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“have you been fine these day?” He asked leaning his back on the desk, crossing his arm on his chest.

“Yes. Why do you ask Mr.Yoon?”

“I knew you're running a photography blog for a long time, i have to admit it was wonderful and i even think that some of the photo you posted there should have come in with the portfolio. But you recent photo, they seems lonely.” He stop when you looked down. He must have seen your blog update, but you didn't know that it was obvious. He's your mentor and also one of the psychology professor that taught about behavior, of course he could see it.

“I’m fine Mr.Yoon.” you finally look up to him with a forced smile. “Its just life-” your breath hitched and you swallowed hard trying not to choke on your own words.

“Its just life, those ups and down.” You inhaled looking back down avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t let yourself dwell too long in it Y/N. Its okay to look back sometimes, it hard. Even if our shoes don't fit, we had our own obstacle in life, we have our own way to move on. But i hope you'll cope.” You smile to his words before bowing to him as he bid you goodbye.

You went to Itaewon alone that night taking the path that both of you and Hyunjae had been taking, tracing back all the fond memories that you shared. You even went back to Hadong alone on the weekend doing the same thing you did with him, taking picture of empty spot where it used to be filled by him. It was sad. But you need to cope. Once you had your best friend, then you have Hyunjae. But when they both left, you had nothing. Only their memories. But the most prominent one is Hyunjae's. You want to relive them for the last time before moving on.

Its the hardest every time he saw you smiling and laughing at your friend's joke. He missed that and he still want to be the one who make you laugh. He hate you for being happy right after the break up, did you really moved on that fast? Did you really don't have any feeling for him? Or did you really using him to get back to Changmin?

But there were also time when he saw you sitting alone at the cafeteria, watching people walks by with sad eyes before going back to your laptop or your camera leaving your food untouched and it made his stomach sinks in guilt. The sight take him back to the night where he heard your sniffles echoes inside the bathroom that the sound of the shower couldn’t hide.

You loved someone else and its no point to keep you if your heart is unobtainable from the start.

“Hyung, why did you break up with Y/N?” Juyeon asked when he saw you walk into the cafeteria alone with your hands full with books and headphones on. He didn't want to answer that question. He's been dreading to answer when everyone asked, he's tired of hearing people saying that you both look good together and all.

“We're taking a break.”

Its the only thing he could came up with without humiliating you or him. Its sounds like he was expecting you to come back to him, it was an open answer, it was a message for you maybe one day when you heard what he said regarding your relationship, maybe. Just maybe you change your mind and come back to him.

It was pathetic and he know it, but the romance was short, so short that he wanted more. While he was trying to look away from staring at you, he saw Changmin seated a few table away from where he was and he was expecting Changmin to get up and help you with the pile of books on your hand.

But instead, Changmin didn't even look up from his phone and you didn't even spare him a glance, just walking straight to the far corner of the cafeteria settling your stuff on the table, sitting down and played with your phone without looking around.

“Hyung?” Juyeon snaps him away from staring at you and stammered at the younger guy.

“Get back with her if you want to keep looking at her like that.” He stated and Hyunjae just shrugged him off.

‘Weird' he thought, he swears he saw you kissed Changmin back that night. You even smiled to the kiss, but why are you both giving each other a cold shoulder. Why aren't you both together when Changmin said he loves you and he said you love him too. It hurt him when you didn't even denied it, he hate you for kissing him when you were his girlfriend.

He heard your voice in the art studio after helping a random girl who was carrying too much of a canvas for painting she said. He stood there just like the other day when you were talking to your professor.

“Is it true that everybody dies alone?” You asked, you sounded so weak, the light in your eyes faded by each passing day. At first he thought you were still saddened by the way Changmin still with his girlfriend but when he confront Changmin one day.

“We had our chance but I blew it. She's in love with someone else.” -changmin

But that is all what he get from the guy, Changmin still didn't want to talk to him. He started to think that you love him, not Changmin. But he wasn't really sure either, if your relationships mattered to you, you should have talk him out not ignoring him, so he did the same. Ignoring you even how painful it was knowing the truth that you love him.

“Does that scares you?” Kevin asks taking your attention away from the window where you both propped your chin on your palm on one of the table nearest to the window while sitting down watching the sun sets.

“I don't want to be alone.” You whispered under your breath but it was clear, so clear that it hurts Hyunjae at your words.

“You missed him?”

“I do. So much that it hurts.”

“Why didn't you tell him the truth?”

“He saw me kissed Changmin back. If you're at his place would you listen to me when I try to explain?”

“No.”

“I’ve made myself a fool enough by kissing Changmin back.”

“Why did you kiss him back?”

“You know how I feel about him before. It was a dream to kiss him.” you chuckle while Kevin scoffed at your words.

“But the thing is, when i kissed him, i was thinking about Hyunjae as soon as i closed my eyes.” You smiled.

“Its just that, i finally know that love doesn't feel the same way with each person.”

“What do you mean”

“when i was in love with changmin it felt like home every time im with him. Maybe Its because he provides me one when i move back here during high school, he gave me something to rely on when i had no one, or when my brother was too occupied by his baseball. Then Hyunjae came when there’s a hole in my chest, my heart that once there was gone when Changmin left, Hyunjae starts to fill it again, slowly but in a beautiful way. He made me feel alive again. At first i thought it wasn't love because it felt so different from Changmin’s. But i get it now, love doesn't come with one specific shape or sizes.” You sit straight stretching your limbs leaning back to the chair to ease your back.

“Love is an abstract, you can't see it, you can't feel it but you know its there, you know it exist. it changes through times. Its like painting, you put down whenever comes through your mind freely on the canvas, sometimes it look nice and sometimes it doesn't. people might don't understands what we're trying to convey but it doesn't matter, as long as we knew what is it, what it means to us.” You smiled looking down staring at you clasped cold hand before glancing to your friend next to you and he looked disgusted, making you giggled at his expression.

“You are disgustingly in love. Tell him you idiot.” Kevin throw his head back with a grunt and you laugh him off.

“I don't know Kev, I’m just scared. I'm afraid because what I did was wrong. Its wrong kissing someone else just to figure out who do you love. Its pathetic. Stupid.” You exhaled looking back to the dark outside world, wondering what is he doing right now. Who is he with, did he replace you yet, or did he suffers just like how you did. You chuckled to the last thought thinking why would he suffers for the one who treated him just like you did.

“He probably don't like me anymore.” You wanted to say hate, but 'like' probably could hurt less when you said it out loud.

“I never said that.” You and Kevin eyes snaps wide open when you heard another voice instead of both of you echoes from the silence. You know that voice and when you saw Kevin eyes were fixed to someone at your back, you didn't dare to look back.

“Okay imma go.” Kevin took his bag and phone, standing up and was about to leave you, but you manage to get a grip on his wrist.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned but he just smile and wiggled his wrist away from your strong grip and when you let go, he pat your head with an assuring smile.

“This is your chance, don't waste it.” He stroke your hair softly, smiling to Hyunjae with a curt nod before walking to the exit leaving you both in the studio in silence.

“Sorry i didn't mean to eavesdrop.” He said voice coming closer with his footsteps and you still didn't dare to look back. Your body numbed while your heart pounded so hard that you were sure your chest could explode anytime.

“Y/N.” He called softly when he appeared in you peripheral view, kneeling right next to where you were seated, you shut your eyes tight not dare to look at him.

“Sorry I didn't give you any chance to explain.”

“Sorry.” He repeated again but you still too scared to look at him.

“would you please look at me.” You felt his touch on your cold hand and you turn your head slowly, meeting his beautiful gaze. It was different from the past few week where they were cold and uninviting. But right now, his gaze was soft, warm and pleading.

“Hyunjae.” You whispered, holding his hand and he hold yours tighter.

“Can we please start over again?” he said, almost pleading melting you

“Even after what I’ve done?” you tilt your head to the side and he smiles wider bringing his one hand to your cheek, caressing it slowly with his thumb.

“As long as you love me.” He said and if your muscle wasn't strong enough, your heart could probably explode from the happiness.

“I do.” You crashed your body into him so hard that he almost stumbled back but manage to balance his body.

“I love you so much Hyunjae and I'm sorry for being an idiot. You can kiss other girl once and i dont mind.” You pull away, with your hand still rested on his shoulder, kneeling in front of him.

“Why would i want to kiss other girl?” he frowned and you stuttered.

“Just so we can even out or-“ he didn't let you finish by capturing your lips into his own and you kiss him back in a heartbeat feeling his lips moulded perfectly into your own into a long kiss.

“Let me kiss that pretty lips everyday and we're even.” He said after pulling away to catch his breath and rest his forehead on yours and you smiled breathlessly.

"Anything for my amazing boyfriend."

A/N: This was written before ‘Kevin Moon’ and it was meant for Changmin baby but I just cant hurt my Hyunjae, I’m so sorry. Things really had been hard on me lately (mentally) but i’m trying to get back on track (writing). This is not my best work and i am not in the best shape but i hope you enjoyed this one. thank you.

#the boyz #TBZ #tbz scenarios #the boyz hyunjae #tbz imagines #tbz hyunjae #hyunjae #lee hyunjae #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae drabbles #the boyz scenarios #hyunjae imagines

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Aw~Imagine this! The reader came with Dandy when he buys the freakshow (them being his trusted loving friend) and defends him as the freaks are beating him up! (I'm sorry you feuled my Dandy fire and now I cannot be stopped!) ~signed yet again your Dandy loving anon~

here you go, lovely

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You knew that Dandy always had dreams of being in the limelight. Ever since you were kids, he insisted on daily performances with his puppets or acting out scenes with just the two of you when you were older. He always had a deep love for theatre and acting, which soon rubbed off on you.

He had been obsessed with the local Freak Show in Jupiter; he had taken you a few times, mainly to gawk at the conjoined Tattler sisters. You always thought it was cute, seeing how his eyes lit up throughout the show and his pure excitement after the fact.

Dandy had all of the money a young adult could only dream of. While you both were close friends, you never expected that he would actually buy the show from Elsa Mars, a thin blonde who had her own dreams of being in Hollywood. While you were convinced it was to get close to the Tattler sisters, you didn't question it. Dandy seemed to be the happiest you had ever seen him.

It was only days into his recent investment when you noticed that his fellow performers weren't as welcoming to him as they were to you.

As far as you could tell, most of them liked you. You were always kind, and you had a genuine interest in their daily lives as performers. You had some great conversations, and you started to learn the ins and outs of running a carnival.

It was a muggy afternoon when you sat in the front row in front of the stage, quietly observing as Dandy attempted to practice his newest routine, Anything Goes. It was one of Dandy's favorite musicals, and he adored Cole Porter.

While you never had many criticisms of Dandy, you knew that not a whole lot of people would be flocking to see him perform. While Dandy looked like a motion picture dreamboat in your eyes, and in the eyes of many, you knew it was not enough to boost ticket sales. His singing voice was okay, nothing too spectacular, but there was something there.

Dandy was growing increasingly frustrated as time ticked by, and you were becoming anxious as it seemed that the crew was always messing things up. They would start the music too early, interrupting Dandy's opening monologue, or the music would skip, or the lights weren't the correct shade or position Dandy wanted them to be.

"No! No! No!"

Here we go-

"Turn it off!"

Here it comes-

"I told you a million trillion times, the blue light, is for Night and Day, blue symbolizes night! For Anything Goes, I need the MAGENTA light to accentuate my spirited rendition-"

There it is

"I'm surrounded by amateurs."

You stood up, listening as the crew mumbled to themselves, once again fearing a Dandy tantrum. Dandy rolled his eyes so hard you could see the whites of his eyes. He glanced down at you as you approached the stage, your hands behind your back.

"I want y/n to be in charge, all of you are terrible at your job!" Dandy exclaimed, gesturing to your now red face as the other performers slowly started approaching from the tent entrance. "She understands my impeccable taste."

You wanted to ask him to leave you out of it, but his attention was quickly captured by Paul, who was leading the pack.

"Flipper boy! Did you hang the banner in clear view for all to see?" Dandy asked, stepping down from the stage, grabbing your arm and pulling you along.

"Yes, sir, just as instructed," Paul responded.

"Good, good," Dandy said, "How many tickets have we sold?"

There was an awkward silence as the foursome in front of you looked at each other. Dandy was smiling, releasing his grip on you, yet you stayed close. Your presence always comforted him.

"As of this time, none..." Paul said warily. "Quite yet."

The smile instantly wiped off Dandy's face as he stared at them in disbelief. "You haven't sold a single ticket?"

"We've only put the banner out half an hour ago!" Paul said, "The town just hasn't gotten wind of your new act." he said, his words striving to be encouraging and maybe even patronizing in the slightest.

"Give it some time, Dandy," you whispered to him, giving him a gentle smile when he looked at you, "We'll be selling tickets in no time."

"I don't understand," Dandy said, almost ignoring your words completely. "You must have done something wrong." he accused, now glaring at Paul and the others, their faces also becoming void of any emotion.

Paul tried to assure Dandy that it would be alright, his words similar to your own. You were about to pitch in again, but Dandy was mad.

"You think you're so smart. You don't know anything, you stupid freak."

"He's only trying to help," Eve said.

"Oh, shut up, you ugly cow!" Dandy responded, causing the girls to gasp in disbelief. You knew they were in for it now.

"Dandy, come on, stop-" you said, taking his hand, only for him to step forward, dropping your hand as if you caught the plague. You loved him, you understood him, but you wanted to avoid this argument at all costs.

"-I'm in charge here, and I say it's your fault. No one's coming to the show because you are boring. The town has had its fill of your mediocre oddities. You're done. You're yesterday's news." Dandy said to them, going on about his new ideas for their acts.

"-Don't you touch her!" Paul shouted suddenly, and you saw him shove Dandy away from Penny. She stumbled back, watching them in fright.

"This is my show! I'll do whatever I want!" Dandy retorted, getting right in Paul's face.

"Stop this!" you said, taking a few steps closer, but was knocked to the floor as Eve stepped forward, punching Dandy directly in the nose. He fell over and, in the process, knocked you on your ass. You lost your breath, hitting the hard dirt, and you winced as a tuft of dust rose in the air and causing you to choke.

Penny had gasped, rushing forward to help you up, but the others held Dandy down as Paul spat in his face.

You didn't want to do it, but you found yourself breaking from Penny's grasp, almost shoving her as you scrambled to your feet.

"Knock this shit off, all of you!" you said, glaring from Barbara all the way to Penny, who had just placed her foot on Dandy's hand.

"y/n, I like you, but please keep your mouth shut!" Paul said, looking you up and down as you brushed the dirt from your clean clothes. "This doesn't concern you."

"Anything involving Dandy concerns me." you breathed, brushing your hair out of your face as the others stared at you. From below, Dandy was breathing heavily as blood slowly started trickling from his nose. You could feel his gaze burning into you.

"With all due respect," Barbara pitched in, "You babying him only makes it worse. It's really weird."

You knelt down, cupping Dandy's cheek in your hand as you maneuvered his head around, checking for further damage. He was still fuming but allowed you to touch him, his eyes fluttering shut. You pushed their legs off him, telling them to back off, before helping Dandy to his feet.

"How I treat him doesn't concern you!" you glared. "It doesn't concern any of you."

"y/n-" Dandy began.

"No, I'm not going to just sit around while they beat on you!" you said.

"How does a nice girl like you end up with rubbish like him?" Paul asked, and the others nodded in agreement. "He is a rude, selfish, entitled child."

"He might be all of that to you," you said, standing your ground as they all looked at you with distaste. "But not to me. Dandy is different; he's different like all of you. That doesn't make him defective, or any less of a human than the rest of you here."

The others watched quietly as you reached into your bag sitting on the chair, before pressing a handkerchief to Dandy's bleeding nose. He gave you a solemn look, holding it for you as you deduced that his nose wasn't broken, thankfully.

"You say all of you want to be respected for things you cannot help. If you knew any of the shit Dandy went through growing up, or the things that were going on before he was even born - before he was even a thought to this world, then maybe you'd show a little shred of sympathy."

You realized you were tearing up during all of this. Dandy was becoming upset, seeing you distraught over him.

"I treat him as I see him as someone who never had a chance at a normal life."

You gave them all one last glance, before gathering your stuff and grabbing Dandy's hand. He allowed it this time, holding you tightly as you led him out of the tent. You could feel their eyes follow you out. You could hear them start to talk amongst each other as you disappeared from sight.

"I love you, y/n," Dandy sniffled, wincing slightly at the pain in his nose.

"I love you too," you said, looking up at him with a small smile, “Don’t irritate it too much. We need to get you fixed up before curtain call.”

#dandy mott x reader #ahs freak show #tristan duffy x reader #ahs imagine #request

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lvnatiq · 4 years

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Surrealtà | Nicky Valentino x Assassin!OC

A/N: Hello, my fellow Valentinhoes! I already mentioned this series that will be approximately 10 chapters long (if not more). I tried to keep the prologue short trying my best to not bore you. The dialogues between the characters are modified according to this story and yes, there will be a lot of new characters alongside the original ones. With that being said if you have any questions or suggestions, let me know :)!

Enjoy, toots.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, usage of inappropriate language.

Prologue: Inferno

“Do you ever doubt your actions? I mean, you know the uproar about them being ethically wrong.”

Andrea's words revealed her agitated behavior. Her sincere concern for her friend was boggling her mind with more questions.

“Why would I doubt my actions when there are enough people already doing that.”

Heaven lifted her glass to her lips and stopped moments before taking a sip.

“I never give people anything more or less than what they’ve done.”

The sour taste of alcohol lingers on her tongue while it makes its way into her system causing her body to warm up.

“If they kill, I kill. Easy as that.”

“You know what’s going to happen when they get you behind bars, right ?” said Andrea. Fully aware of the fact that her attempts at getting her to tap out were not affecting Heaven at all.

“I don’t."

Heaven said as she turned her head towards the anxious eyes that were studying her. Her smirk becomes more prominent as she sets her booze down on the glass table.

“Because It’s not going to happen."

Upon hearing her words Andrea couldn't manage to hide her astonishment.

“How can you be so sure ?”

“I’m not but do I have any other options? I am not someone that you would want to see panicking.”

Heaven said as she continued to play with the rim of her glass. She proceeded as she eyed her reflection on the glass table.

“I might appear dangerous when I let my anger take over, but panic?” she scoffed as she pushed her long locks away from her face.

“I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

“Why?” Andrea said, engaging herself with the conversation more and more. Afterall there were no limits to her curiosity.

“I lose control.”

Says Heaven as she collects the documents scattered over the table and then stands up from her stool. She lowers herself at Andrea's eye level as she proceeds with her speech.

“...and If I lose control, my love...”

Andrea drops her gaze as she couldn't bring herself to look straight into her eyes. Heaven whispers her last words, unaware of the fact that this statement will be the foreshadowing of what was about to come.

“All hell will break loose.”

With that, the curiosity killed the cat.

January 1st, 2020

The cold breeze of New York combed her long locks as she stared at her watch. Her pupils dilating as her eyes followed the second hand, continuing to count the seconds.

"Thirty more to go. Then it's time for the Fiesta."

Pushing back the hem of her coat, she pulled out a brand new Glock 19 and a suppressor. Her hands started to wander around the gun as she let the feeling of absolute power captivate her senses. After rolling the silencer onto the muzzle of the Glock, she placed her gun back at its previous position.

The silencer, her infamous nickname.

Nobody knew her true identity nor her background. At this point in her life, others weren't the only ones to do so. Her memory was as unreliable as her trigger. Her past, present, and future remained unknown to her. In her opinion, keeping her past locked in the forbidden spaces of her mind it's for the better.

"Henry Harding, age 46, a prick who traded the life of his wife for the comfort of his stacks."

She reminded herself as her steps quickened. The darkness of the night emerged as the light of the day shuttered under its vigor. Her breathing became apparent, evaporating in front of her eyes.

"His right hand, Richard Kindell, a coward who sold his soul to the same devil that killed his son. Porca miseria! What type of leverage does that son of a bitch has over Richard that keeps him loyal no matter the cause?"

She cursed under her breath as she took a sharp turn. Upon seeing the large crowd in front of the theatre she decided to examine the atmosphere surrounding her. Women in elegant dresses were accompanied by men in suits. Their sweet conversations concerning their excitement about the movie, pervading the air with love. Utterly oblivious of the fact that they were soon to be bystanders of a tragic ending.

"Tragic but a well-deserved ending."

Her plan was too simple for her liking. She made Richard get the same gun that she had attached to her thigh, two weeks before she sent the suspicious mail to Henry. The mail that contained information exclusively known by the two of them regarding Richard's son's death. She was simply using their trust issues as an advantage.

"25 meters till the warfare."

As she moves closer, the ticket booth becomes more visible and her eyes meet the man of the moment, Murray.

"Smile, Heaven. You don't want to disappoint your audience."

She said as she put her killer smile on, turning heads as she walked by. Her charming nature and her mysterious aura always captured people's attention. Even so, she couldn't care less.

Her hair flowing in harmony with the wind, her steps overflowed with confidence, and her eyes gleamed with the fact that she could finally put an end to what the judiciary system defined as a dilemma. It's time for Maria's long-awaited vendetta.

"Hello, Murphy. How's the night treating you?"

Murphy gave her a heartwarming smile, accompanied by sincere laughter.

"So far so good. What about you my dear?"

"Lovely, I'd say. New York has its charm, you know."

She said as her hand reached her pocket, searching for the ticket.

"Seems so."

Murray said as his eyes carefully scanned Heaven's. Sensing his unusual behavior, Heaven glued her eyes back onto his as she took a step further.

"How do you figure?"

She asked as she gave him a smirk. A smirk that often got people's breath hitch, hands sweat and their heartbeats accelerated.

"Your eyes."

Said Murray letting his body language do the favors, he pointed at her eyes.

"They tell a lot."

He said as he positioned himself back behind the booth. Murray was a part of her plan even though he didn't know much about it. She didn't lie to him but she also didn't tell him things that were none of his business. Such as her soon to be attempted murder.

"I suppose."

She said as she lifted her wrist casually to check the time.

"Aces. Perfect timing."

She dipped her hand back again into the pocket of her coat. Unable to feel any sort of texture regarding the existence of the ticket, she slid her other hand into her other pocket.

"Nothing."

"Your ticket, my dear?"

Without disrupting her composure, she thought of a quick backup plan.

"I need him to participate, I lost my ticket. How is this even possible?"

She thought as she closed her eyes shut. Letting out a deep breath, she opened her eyes only to reveal her teary vision. She strongly held on the cuffs of her coat making her knuckles turn white as she lowered her gaze to the floor. Even the most successful artist would be envious of her skilled performance.

"Murray, my ticket is missing."

Murray studied her reaction as he gave her an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry my dear. I don't think that we have any other tickets left for the night."

Upon hearing his words she raised her gaze to meet his, giving him a look that will scar him for the rest of his life.

"Murray, You know that I can't miss this. Tonight was my main reason for coming to New York. I'm desperate for your help."

She said slowly pushing her coat back to display the outline of the gun beneath her dress. Her innocent demeanor was falsified by her reveal. Murray gave her an empty look, seemingly unaffected by her threat. He stopped for a second before turning to her with a smile.

"I got you, Heaven."

He said as he reached under the desk revealing a golden ticket. He slowly extended his hand as hers followed. Then, he retracted it. Unaware of the dangerous game he was playing with Heaven's patience.

"One last thing, Heaven."

He indicated to her to come closer as he leaned in. Not wanting to waste any more of her precious time Heaven obliged.

"It's time for you to prioritize yourself. For the sake of your good."

He said as he gave her the ticket and pushed the gate open for her.

"Have fun, my dear."

Heaven, unimpressed by his discourse, stepped inside. Hearing the gate close behind her. The heavy smell of tobacco dominated the large area blinded by the lights of the enormous chandelier and golden decorations that reminded her of the Palace of Versailles. A palace that was full of people with extravagant attires laughing and cheering, adorning their social interactions with excessive reactions. Baffled by the unanticipated environment Heaven took a few steps back, letting her back hit the wall.

The wall, located exactly where the gate should be. As her confusion gets the best of her, at her right she notices a man reading a newspaper. She walks close enough to see the contents of the front page. Only to realize that the front page was listing absurdly familiar names of the several presidents. Names that surely belonged to the 20'ies. Heaven gently closed her eyes then she leaned her forehead against the palm of her hand.

"Where the hell am I?" she muttered as her own words, followed by her deep voice, echoed inside of her head. She gave one last glance at the velvet wall where the entrance gate should've been.

"Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."

Vocabulary:

Second hand: the hand on some watches and clocks that moves quickly, showing the seconds.

Fiesta: an event marked by festivities or celebration.

Porca miseria: in this case used as “Bloody hell”.

Vendetta: a blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks vengeance on the murderer or the murderer's family.

"Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.": A message warning one about a hopeless situation from which there is no return. The Italian version of this phrase appears in Dante's Divine Comedy as the inscription on the entrance to Hell. The phrase is most often used humorously.

#nicky valentino #two against the world #fictif #nix hydra

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fuck-the-ccp · 4 years

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HONG KONG -- My dad looked disappointed when I arrived back from Hong Kong to spend the Lunar New Year holidays with family in the eastern Chinese city of Qingdao.

This year, my suitcase wasn't packed with chocolates, fine wines and premium Chungwha cigarettes. In their place were dozens of N95 masks and vitamin C supplements.

I arrived home on Jan. 23, two days before the Lunar New Year, a time when millions of Chinese families gather together. On that day, the city of Wuhan -- the epicenter of the new coronavirus -- was locked down in an attempt to prevent the spread of the disease. Five million people left the city before it was quarantined, and experts warned of dire consequences as human-to-human transmission was confirmed.

In Qingdao, a coastal city of 9 million that is more than 1,000 km from Wuhan, people were remarkably calm. Few wore masks on the streets, and wet markets were crowded with housewives hunting for fresh food to prepare for the year-end banquet.

But two days later, everything changed. People in my neighborhood woke up to the news that a man who returned from Wuhan spent two hours on the Qingdao subway, using four different lines, before showing symptoms of the virus. The number of deaths nationwide jumped to 41, with more than 1,000 cases.

My family thought it was strange that I washed my hands 20 times a day and wore a mask and gloves everywhere. My aunt tried to comfort me: "Don't worry. It will get better soon." And she ignored my demonstrations on how to wear masks properly. Instead she shared on article in our family WeChat group with the headline: "All the diseases are illusional and the best way to cure a disease is to live a healthy life."

As a conscientious journalist, I immediately reported the post to China's internet censors for containing false information that could mislead middle-aged and elderly people.

But when I walked into the living room that morning, my dad was unwrapping the package of the vitamin C supplements I brought to strengthen his immune system against the virus. Having not previously touched it, he was reading the instructions. "So you just put it in water and drink, right?" he asked.

Outside, it was eerily quiet.

When I took a walk -- my only outing of my whole week in Qingdao -- only a few people were on the streets. Most of them were dog walkers and cleaners. Empty buses drove past. No dama, or middle-aged women, were square dancing. Only a few shops were open, and drugstores had signs saying: "Masks sold out." In one grocery store, baskets of imported bananas rotted on the shelves, along with other tropical fruits.

It did not look like a typical New Year at all.

Normally, people would trot out to visit relatives carrying gift boxes in both hands. Smiling kids in new clothes would give traditional greetings, receiving money-filled red envelopes from their adult relatives. Lovers would hang out around the spring fair at the beach, eating tanghulu candied fruits. All this would be accompanied by the raucous sound of firecrackers.

But this year, the only place where I saw people gathering was in the supermarket, and they were panic buying, stocking up on food.

My family decided it was too risky to compete with the crowd of shoppers. Instead, we decided to downsize our usually lavish New Year meals. We had almost 20 dishes plus dumplings for dinner on New Year's Eve, with the number whittled down to 15, to 10, to eight by the time I left. We were the lucky ones. In Wuhan, the front-line doctors and nurses were surviving on cup noodles.

My parents and I spent the holiday with the families of my dad's three sisters in my grandmother's old house. With outdoor activities off the table, we managed to have some fun at home.

Our favorite pastime was to play a Qingdao-originated card game called baohuang, or protecting the emperor. I loved the game when I was little but for years couldn't find enough people to play with me; everyone always had something more important to do. With the virus bringing the city to a halt, though, I finally got to revisit a childhood indulgence.

We also followed the news closely. It was depressing to see the death toll climb to hundreds within days. Nearby, more villages and housing estates were being quarantined due to suspected cases.

Everyone in my family was affected in some way.

My cousin had to cancel his train ticket to Shanghai because his company postponed the date for employees to return to work. My 8-year-old niece had to take online courses to keep up with her studies. My younger aunt couldn't join us because she worked in a hospital treating coronavirus patients. My dad, who owns a small machinery factory, had to hold off production despite a looming delivery deadline.

And there was me, remotely interviewing people from Wuhan and writing their horrifying stories. They broke my heart.

What an awful beginning to 2020. Can whatever god please restart it?

I secretly rejoiced that my beloved grandmother, who died a month ago, did not have to see the suffering of her people and her nation. She'd have been very sad.

But life must go on. After spending the week with my family, I was due to fly to Tokyo for work.

The night before I departed, my dad was smoking on the couch, frowning. The number of confirmed cases had climbed to 7,711, from 571 on the day I arrived in Qingdao.

"Do you have to go?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "it's better for someone in the family to be outside China if things get worse."

Dad bent his head in silence. He put out his cigarette.

"We of course want you to be with us," he said. "But I think you should leave. It's a good thing for you."

I cried.

Update: My cousin has since made it back to work in Shanghai, my niece is still studying online, my aunt remains busy at the hospital, and my father insists he is taking his vitamin C. As for me, I'm working at home under self-imposed quarantine in Hong Kong, where I wrote this memoir.

#coronavirus #china coronavirus #corinavirus outbreak #china #mainland china #china news #wuhan pneumonia #wuhan virus #news article #source: asian review #hong kong

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musiclifeline13 · 5 years

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IF YOU'RE A STAND ATLANTIC FAN OR NEW TO THEM, PLEASE READ!

Let me tell you why I'm such a fan of Stand Atlantic.

Simply put, they are the most genuine people you'll ever meet.

On their latest tour opening for One Ok Rock and Waterparks, I contemplated flying from Alaska to Seattle to catch the last date. The show ended up selling out before I could get my ducks in a row and I unfortunately, missed out on tickets.

Due to being their fan for almost 2 years, I am kinda well known in their social media circle. I've covered every song off of their Sidewinder EP, Lavender Bones and currently working on a few others. That's how I caught their eye and got in too deep. They offered to let me play Coffee at Midnight with them whenever I come to a headlining show.

I ended up flying to my home state of Ohio in October to see them open on the Neck Deep US tour. After meeting them and talking about my guitar covers, we instantly became connected. This is where it gets, hectic.

Once they knew I wanted to fly to Seattle to only see them play (for a second time) something unreal ensued. I got a DM from bassist Miki Rich. He said the show had sold out, but if I were to make the trek from Alaska to Seattle, I'd have a guest list spot.

I know what you're thinking. Oh, she begged them and is a groupie. It's actually the exact opposite. I was looking at getting a ticket through third party sites or trying to find someone selling one. The thought of not even going came into my mind.

I was super hesitant to accept a guest list spot because things like that do not happen to people like me. I've never been handed anything in life, always working hard for what I get. This seemed too surreal. After exchanging a few messages, I humbly accepted the offer and started making plans.

After booking a plane ticket, hotel and rental car, I flew to Seattle a few days before the show.

(I did some touristy stuff within those few days prior, so I'll skip that.)

(The day of the show.)

I'm standing in line and the crowd stretches back for blocks and blocks. I've been there for about...mmm... 4 hours. I was chatting with a few One Ok Rock fans in front of me because they didn't know StAt and I gladly told them about the band.

A few short minutes after our conversation ended, front woman Bonnie and drummer Jonno came walking out of the venue.

They get about 10ft. in front of me and I shyly wave to Jonno. He notices me and Bonnie's face lit up. They both come in for a hug and say how it was so nice to see me again. After exchanging a few words, they continue on their walk.

The OOR fans I mentioned before were baffled that the band actually knows me. I told them it was because they genuinely love their fans and care so much about them.

(Skip to inside the venue.)

I ended up being about 20-ish feet from the barricade between a mix of OOR and Waterparks fans. (Yikes.) The lights dim and Country Roads starts playing. Here they come. Bonnie belts the first line of Coffee at Midnight and I'm belting it back.

The setlist (I forgot the order):

Coffee at Midnight

Speak Slow

Lost My Cool

Skinny Dipping

Bullfrog

Sidewinder

Lavender Bones

I couldn't believe Bullfrog was on the set list. Bonnie crowd surfed and I was pushed so close to her. She was inches in front of me and ended up grabbing my hand at one point.

(Skip to post-set.)

I ended up getting kind of claustrophobic and motion sickness from the crowd swaying me back and forth. So I headed to the merch table. As usual, I bought every piece of merch they had and two polaroid photos, signed by each of them. (Bc I'm StAt trash.)

The band comes over to meet fans and beeline for me. Miki, Jonno, Potter and Bonnie just kept saying how great it was to see me and was asking all about my trip. We took a few photos and I graciously stepped away to allow other fans to have their time.

During one OOR song, every band member from StAt and Waterparks joined onstage for some end of tour shenanigans. Kinda cool to see!

After the show Bon, Potter and Jonno were standing in the middle of the somewhat empty venue. I shyly walk to them.

We ended up talking for about 20-30min. about so many things. It felt like we were friends and that we had been for a very long time. They treated me like a person and joked around with me. They asked how my personal life in the military is and how much time I had left. (3 years. 😢)

I mentioned how I wanted to buy a bus and renovate it to tour America. I then joked about if they needed a bus driver to hit me up. They glanced at each other and actually seemed interested. I told them I had until August before I'm out of Alaska and how I'll be back in the lower 48, somewhere hopefully centralized.

I offered to buy them a meal in exchange for the guest list. They were interested. Unfortunately, they had a long drive back to California before they embarked on their EU/UK tour and had to decline.

Being that they are on the lineup for Sad Summer Fest. I told them I was gonna miss the Ohio date because I'll be there on vacation the month prior. Bon actually sounded like she wanted me there. Like, genuinely bummed about it. (However, I have now decided to try and alter my dates in an attempt to make it!)

We joked and laughed for a good while, before we eventually had to say our goodbyes. I gave them each one last hug and headed out. The night had ended as fast as it had started.

(I almost got locked INSIDE the venue... 🙃)

This ended up longer than planned, but I think it gives a clear concept of how much this band means to me. So down to Earth and really great dudes!

There's no doubt that they'll get pretty big if they keep up this pace. I hope that the world comes to love them as much as I do!

(If you made it to the end, thank you for taking the time to read this.

If you love StAt, same dude.

If you're new to them, welcome!)

🖤🖤🖤🖤

(Stream 'SKINNY DIPPING' by Stand Atlantic!)

#stand atlantic #bonnie fraser #jonno panichi #david potter #miki rich #hopelessrecords #hopeless records #skinny dipping #pop punk #poppunk #music #band #bands #musician #musicians

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rockclownsdococaine · 2 years

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Chapter Three - Antics

I will say one more thing about that night before we move on- Screwball was absolutely right when he said we'd do well and get more gigs from this one. It didn't take long for Ace's phone to start blowing up with the amount of inquiries for the opportunity to see us play.

Since that night, we hardly had time to ourselves. We had to practice and make sure that we were ready for anything at any moment.

This is one of the rare days we had in between gigs and practicing. I had slept on my couch the night before, because I was too tired to go all the way to my room. Billie Joe, my cat, was cuddled up on my chest and the television was quietly droning on.

I wiped the drool from my face and gave my cat a good morning pat on the head with my other hand as I carefully sat up, my back popping in protest as I stretched it out. The news anchor on tv was almost emotionless until he was handed a paper

"This just in! World famous metal band Dethklok has just announced their new album!" He gaped, grinning happily at the words on the paper "After an eight month hiatus, the five confirmed it! Alongside the release, they have also announced a North American tour! Go to our site for more information!"

Soon after the news was dropped, a loud thud- and subsequent yelp- came from across the apartment, where my brother's room was located. I quickly set Billie aside and ran over to check on Ace.

I pushed his door open, and I found him collapsed into a heap of clothes on the floor, rubbing his head- he had bumped it in his fall, presumably.

"What was that about Dethklok?" Ace asked almost as soon as he saw me, a wide grin on his face. He kept rubbing the bump that was slowly forming on his head, as he continued. "Is it a tour? Can we go??"

"Since when did you like metal? I thought you were an alt-rock type of guy," I hummed, ruffling Ace’s hair gently before helping him up from the clothes he was sprawled on top of.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, kicking the clothes to the other side of his room so he wouldn't trip again, "I don't know, don't they seem cool?"

"Cool? They get in trouble all the time- if we ever got into even a little bit of their trouble, our careers and band would be over pretty much immediately!"

"Sage!" Ace huffed. "C'mon, this isn't about our band! We deserve to get out and enjoy ourselves, especially after all the work we've done!"

I just sighed and pulled out my phone, opening up the news channel's site to see where the band was playing. "They're going to Orlando first, in a few weeks; if you want to go, we'll have to get the tickets fast, since they're almost sold out."

He just grinned and pulled me into a tight hug "You mean it, Junie? Oh! Thank you so much!!"

"It's Sage, Space Ace, I'm Sage now, don't forget," I mumbled, hugging him back just as tight. At the moment, I honestly didn’t care that Ace had made a slip-up; it was just an accident, after all. I was just glad that we hadn’t been in public when he did.

He nodded, grinning happily. "Should we go see if Nezzie and Screwbs want to go with us? If we pool all of our money together, maybe we can get better seats!"

"Guess we have to go visit and ask, hm?" I smiled, kissing Ace’s forehead before letting him go. "I'll go get dressed and grab my keys- meet you out there in five?"

"Yeah! Don't take too long!" Ace grinned, picking a few things up in a hasty attempt to tidy his floor. "I just need my shoes and I'll be out!"

I smiled again and nodded, heading back out to the living room- I had to make sure Billie was fed before we left. There was no telling when we'd be back that day, especially if we were going to be with Nez and Screwball. After filling the bowl with food and getting him fresh water, I left Billie Joe to get some real clothes on; this ended up being just a basic band tee and ripped jeans, but it was comfortable.

Within no time, Ace and I were heading out of our apartment and down to the parking lot below. My car, a beat-up black 2005 Chevy Malibu, was there, waiting patiently for the two of us to climb in and head out.

As soon as Ace got into the passenger seat, he began to comb through the CD case I kept velcroed to the visor.

"Got anything new? I'm getting a bit tired of Chili Peppers…"

"Yeah," I hummed as I buckled up, detaching the CD case from the visor so we could look through it together. "I just got a copy of Interpol's ‘Antics’; wanna listen to that or should we just go with your Green Day?"

Ace chuckled a bit, grabbing the new disc out from its spot without another word, putting it into the player. "I should've known you would've gotten a new copy-"

I just laughed and backed out of the parking spot as he skips a few songs to get to his favorite of the album, Slow Hands. "Hey, I didn't judge you for the Dethklok thing, did I? Just be happy it isn't Turn On the Bright Lights again!"

He just shakes his head, grinning a bit as he watches the landscape outside his rolled down window- it was a warm, sunny day. The cicadas could be heard and the air smelled like the cedar bushes our complex had lining the parking lot. It wasn't a long drive to Nez and Screwball's place, but we enjoyed it either way, because we hardly had the time to just sit and enjoy the wind in our hair as we sang along to our music for no one else but ourselves

#metalocalypse #mtl #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #william murderface #pickles the drummer #metalocalypse oc #jupiter's ghost #ace kennedy #nez o'malley #sage kennedy #screwball #heat above

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Hello, its lovely to find a new KNB scenario blog! May i request for a fluffy Akashi scenario where he and his s/o spends the day in a theme park? Thank you and i'm looking forward to reading your works! Gambatte!

Thank you! I hope I do well! Also, sorry about the post delay for this one. I hope you enjoy this!

“I’m glad you were able to come with me, Sei~” Smiling as you walk hand in hand with the red-head, you head towards the entrance of the theme park. “Spending my day off with you is the best way to spend any of my time.” he says with a small smile. “That’s so sweet~” you say as you move closer to his side.

“Where to first?” He asks, once you both finish paying for your tickets. “I actually want to try the game booths first!” you point towards a basketball booth. With a simple nod, you walk up to the booth and observe an older couple receiving their prize. Once the man at the booth notices you two, he’s quick to sell you in on the game.

“You there! Want to have a go at it? Simply shoot the ball into the hoop a minimum of three times and you get a prize! You get five chances! Shoot the ball in five times and you win a grand prize! What do you say~?”

“I’m sold!” You step right up and pay the fee. Akashi watches as you do your best at aligning your shot, missing the first two time. You manage to score one ball in and then position yourself to try again. You perk up after scoring another. “I’m so close!” you look back at Akashi, seeing him give you a nod of acknowledgement. “Don’t lose focus.”

“Right!” You turn back to face your last shot. Taking a deep breath, you aim and then shoot. Surprisingly, making it in. “Yes! I did it!” You may not have won a grand prize, but shooting three times in a row felt great. After receiving your prize you walked up to Akashi to show off your reward.

“I’ll have a turn now.” Walking up to the booth, he picks up the ball. With only seconds between the shots, he skillfully makes in all five shots. He walks up to you with his grand prize, which is a giant version of your red little bird.

“Seems like you’re going to have to carry that around with us.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the size.

You both spend a lot of your time trying out all the booths. No surprise, Akashi was winning all of them. At one point, he had to call his chauffeur to pick up all of his prizes. As the sky begin to turn an orange hue, you feel a slight rumble in your stomach.

“How about we try the food now?” Akashi suggested. You nod with a little chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed that he heard your stomach. You both walk up to a booth serving funnel cakes. Waiting eagerly in line, you think about what ride you want to get on first. You wondered if getting on a rollercoaster will show you a side of Akashi you have yet to see.

After ordering your funnel cakes and two drinks, you both take seat at a bench under a tree. “Thank you for the food” you say before breaking off a piece of the funnel cake and eating it. You hum in delight at the deliciousness that spreads throughout your mouth. As you continue to enjoy your fried goodness, you miss the way Akashi looks at you.

“Love, you have a little something on your face” he says as he reaches over to swipe off some crumbs at the corner of your lip. You blush bright as you cover your mouth to hide any other mess you have on your face.

“W-well, no one can eat funnel cakes without making a mess..!” As soon as you say that, you eye Akashi. Surprising, or not really, there wasn’t a drop of crumb anywhere out of place. Or so you thought. There was a speck of powder on his cheek that you wasted no time in wiping of with a napkin.

“Seems like the great Seijuro Akashi can be messy too~” you say with a grin. “Yes, well, at least I’m not as messy as you. You have something on your lips.”

Before you could pull away and attempt to wipe your mouth clean, you were caught off by surprise. Another pair of warm lips pressed against your own for a few seconds. He pulls away, looking at you with a self-confident grin. Though his expression falls into one of confusion as he watches you stifle a laugh. “What is so amusing to you?”

“I really did have something on my mouth” you say as you reach over and wipe his lips, “and you had it on you.” You let out a small laugh at the very light blush that tinted his cheeks. “Thank you.”

After trying out a few more food stalls, you realize it was getting dark. And after eating a certain something that didn’t really sit well with your stomach, you decide to avoid the intense rides.

“It seems like we will only have time for one ride. Which will it be?” he asks. After thinking for a minute, you decide on the Ferris wheel. No date is complete without the Ferris wheel.

Once you finally get your turn, you walk into the closed compartment. After Akashi pays the man, he gets inside and sits across from you. As the wheel begins to move, you watch as the lights of the park comes into view. Without realizing the eyes on you, your eyes look around the familiar places of the park.

“How can everything look so different at night? The lights sure give the park a different feel, huh?” You glance over at Akashi, now noticing that his eyes have been on you. “Wh-what?”

“You are right. The lights can sure bring out one’s beauty” he says with a small, gentle smile aimed towards your direction. You face begins to feel hot as his words hit you. Distracted, you didn’t realize that the Ferris wheel stopped with you on top.

In one quick and fluid motion, Akashi takes a step forward and envelops you in his arms. Pressing a gentle kiss against your lips, you find your confidence to return his affections.

After feeling time move again, the Ferris wheel does too. Once at the bottom, Akashi takes your hand into his and walks you out. Hand in hand, you both silently through the park until you reach the car. Opening the door for you, you get in with him following right after.

The ride home was quiet, but not unwelcome. While your fingers were intertwine, you lay your head against his shoulder as exhaustion begins to catch up. Once you arrive to your house, Akashi walks you to your door.

“Did you have fun today?” he asks.

“Plenty~ Did you?”

“Of course. I got to spend it with you.”

“Sei, you’re going to make me blush again..!” You look down at the small bird plush you first won.

“I think a little red suits you well.” He leans in to kiss you one last time. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Alright~” You wish each other a good night and head your separate ways.

The next day, you’re greeted with a ton of boxes delivered to you. Upon opening one, you discovered that Akashi had sent you all of the prizes he won. Where am I going to put them all?

#request 3 #akashi seijuro #scenarios #gender neutral!s/o #kuroko no basket #requests

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textsfromumbridge · 7 years

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Prompt for Enjonine? "I work at a movie theater and I'm trying to clean up but you're still here, ugly crying" :P

(ancient prompt? FILLED!)

dedicated to everyone who’s still reading and writing for this ship, in particular to the awesomesauce @aurimaedre who deserves some fluff.

She’s been here for a while. She’s seen things, some of them she will never be able to unsee, not even if she lives to be a hundred years old. She has seen everything from full frontal nudity to proposals to vomit in every direction - and she hasn’t just seen it on the jumbo screen

And the tears? She was around when PS I love you premiered (as a surly teenager) and for the hype surrounding The Fault In Our Stars (as the surly assistant manager).

So she gets it - even the tough guys needed tissues when Han Solo died. And she’s heard that the latest Star Wars movie involved some kind of heroic last stand, so she’d stocked up on the Kleenex.

She just was not expecting the most outspoken idiot running for Congress to be the weepy mess she would physically have to drag from his seat after the 7 PM showing of Rogue One.

The surly teen currently on cleanup duty, some friend of Gavroche’s she’d hired out of something resembling pity, had been way too terrified to ask the intimidating man in the three piece suit to get up and leave. Eponine had no such issues.

“Sir?” she had to force herself to stay polite. “I have to ask you to leave. Your weeping is freaking out my employees and we have another showing to prepare for.”

Zero tact. Yes, she was aware.

The face that launched a thousand swooning housewives is almost unrecognizable through the tears and the snot. Wow, if she’d still been as desperate for money as she’d been in her teens, she would have been able to make the big bucks off this image. Hell, she could still make the big bucks.

But she actually wants him to win. His opponent is a racist, misogynist douchebag who would crush all the benefits that had allowed a poor non-white girl to raise her siblings all on her own. Also, an openly pansexual senator? Fuck yeah! Azelma and her girlfriend totally approved as well.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still vote for you,” she just had to fill the awkward silence. “You’re still prettier than your opponent. And smarter.”

That made Gabriel Enjolras blush while he tried to discreetly blow his nose and wipe his face.

Adorable. No, no, she couldn’t think that.

“Thank you for your candor,” Enjolras was suddenly all formality again. “And I do appreciate your vote.”

He really did not understand that nothing he said would ever make her see him as that distant symbol of composure again. The vulnerability was what made her like him all the more. He was real now.

“Hey mister Robot Man,” she interrupted him while he was putting on his metaphorical armor. “You’re much more appealing when you’re human.”

She does love a good exit line, sashaying out of the almost empty theatre, picking up some empty soda bottles on her way out.

People are pigs.

The next time she saw Gabriel Enjolras, it was on a random TV appearance she totally had not recorded - because she’d kind of become a fan of his. She’d been reading up on the weepy mess, and she’d been so damn impressed by what she’d found. Though he could use some loosening up. Did he even own jeans? Or a t-shirt?

Was he capable of smiling sincerely, instead of using the professional fake smile from the campaign posters?

What was lurking underneath that? Who was he other than the passionate politician? His past, his present, his family, it was all pretty much a mystery. When asked about them, Enjolras just turned the conversation back to his campaign.

Nobody even knew if he had hobbies.

And then she watched the interview. The host was not expecting anything other than the usual forced banter and election talk, but she certainly was charmed when Gabriel Enjolras talked about wanting to interact more with his constituents.

Sure, the woman started off a skeptic, just like the others.

“How come you’ve changed your tune?” the host asked, completely straightforward. “Until recently you’ve stuck to your campaign only strategy.”

Eponine started off merely being intrigued by the change, and of course pleased by the humanity she just about ordered him to reveal.

“I blame it on Star Wars,” Enjolras spoke, shocking the host.

“How so?” the woman is trying not to appear too caught off guard, but the surprise certainly showed on her face.

Her wide eyes were caught on camera, just like the hint of a smile that was playing on the future Congressman’s lips.

“Well,” he continued his explanation, “I was recently blubbering my way through the ending of Rogue One. No spoilers, I promise! And while the movie really did move me, the incredible manager of the theater was the one who inspired my policy change.”

The crowd oohed and aahed at the appropriate moments, and Enjolras paused briefly to sip his water.

Eponine was completely frozen in shock, staring at her TV screen.

“Because there I was,” Enjolras gestured emphatically to further illustrate his story, “blubbering my way through the credits, snot-faced and splotchy in my best three piece suit…”

Here the crowd laughed and Eponine had to take a second to remember the fit of that suit. It was a damn good suit.

“I’m sure I terrified the teenager on staff,” the self-deprecating grin Enjolras was now sporting was also really doing it for her. “So they called in the manager to get me to leave. Just so they could start the cleanup, mind you.”

Eponine was not the only one who’d fallen for him just a little bit just now. All the females in the crowd were a little mushy over this - she could tell. Even the usually so straightforward host seemed to melt.

Ugh, so rude of him to give her feelings. She hated those.

Not the point though. Definitely not the point - that came later.

The point came when one of the office gossips found out that the best fluff piece in the election had occurred in their theater. It was a PR dream - especially for one of the less popular theaters in the city. Something about the lack of bullshit extra amenities made them less popular.

So when stupid Cosette - okay, Cosette was almost her friend - found out that Eponine was the manager who’d given the Tin Man back his heart, she just had to use it.

And Eponine couldn’t blame her too much - it put asses in seats, it sold tickets, and as long as she didn’t have to be directly involved in the hype, anything that did those things was fine with her.

But then the Twitter stuff started. There was a hashtag (#enjonine - what did that even mean?). People got way too into this one moment she had with an almost Congressman - they shipped it. There was fanfiction - extremely explicit fanfiction - about what had “really happened” in that theater.

Honestly, something had to be done. Not that the internet could be stopped - there was no undo button once something was out there. But she was damn well going to try to salvage at least some of her reputation as a badass.

Her sister kept sending her links to the fanfiction, and the manips people had made of them together from some pictures she still had up on Facebook. Seriously, her privacy settings were locked down tight now.

This stuff had to stop! But it was such an integral part of the Enjolras is Actually Human platform he was running on that it was impossible for her to do anything about it.

And then, his manager, a way too charming man named Courfeyrac, actually reached out to her about being a part of the conversation. Which was how she ended up coming face to face with Gabriel Enjolras again.

Of course they were surrounded by cameras, and their handshake was more of a photo op than an honest interaction. Cosette had begged her to agree - the words “good publicity” were thrown about at least a dozen times before she finally said yes.

“I really am pleased to see you again,” Enjolras stuck around for the actual chat.

The writers of the fluff pieces that would undoubtedly show up online that very day had already left, but the future Congressman was still here.

“I’m not sure I can say the same,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead in an attempt to soothe an imminent migraine.

His shoulders sagged and he suddenly seemed... sad? Why? Why would he even care? Shit, this was just a campaign move for him.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the robot mask came back on immediately. “If there is anything that I can do...”

She’d just become a random constituent to him. It shouldn’t have made her angry, but it did.

“Turn back to human Enjolras,” she ordered. “Robot you freaks me the fuck out.”

Enjolras laughed then, a laugh that bared his white teeth and made his blue eyes shine under the artificial lights. He’d thrown his head back and she had spent no time whatsoever studying the line of his neck.

It was rude to be that hot.

“Can human me ask you out?” he completely stunned her with his next question.

“I’m sure he can,” she tried for witty to cover up her surprise.

Also, she might have pinched herself just a bit to make sure that this was actually happening.

“I promise I will not be crying,” he continued, the charm completely natural at this point. “And no cameras. Just two humans, on a date.”

Oh, he really was good. And this was what he was really like? It was a good thing she could handle some charm, because this was just unfair.

“As long as it’s just us two humans,” she let her voice trail off. “We can start with coffee. You’re paying.”

He was still smiling - she liked that a lot better than the tears.

#enjonine #enjolras x eponine #you are my revolution #my stories #funny how my e/e stories consistently get liked even months after #so here's the latest offering #to hold y'all over until I finally finish the next chapter of mm

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