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pureasthedrivensn0w · 19 days

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Forever Is The Sweetest Con // Part 2

okok here we are!!! i got a few people who read my last part so idk if anyone is actually interested in a part two but here it issss. i am literally just having fun writing this and i will 10000% continue it :)) once again any feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: Sadness lol, slight language

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“Lucy Gray, can you do my hair to look like yours?”, Maude Ivory asked softly, a nervous smile on her face. It was a rare thing for the girl to be quiet, but today was a rare day. It’d been happening every year since they were picked up by those peacekeepers and dragged to district 12. Roslyn Sage had only been eligible for it the last four years, but no matter what it never got less terrifying.

Every year, every single man, woman and child gathered at the Hall of Justice. Children from the ages 12 to 18 would group together, girls on the right and boys on the left. The youngest children would be towards the front, then the oldest in the back. The two glass bowls that held the name of every single child present had been in every single one of their nightmares.

The reaping ceremony had been a topic of great discussion for many years. Roslyn Sage remembered her older sister crying when she heard about it, at nine years old. She was seven at the time, she didn’t understand. But she understood now, as she stared blankly into the dirty mirror.

The dress she wore had been her mothers. It had intricate designs of snakes and flowers in the corset, and a skirt that could only be described as being made of rainbows. At least that’s what Maude Ivory said. It used to be Lucy Gray’s reaping dress, before she outgrew it. And after Roslyn Sage, it would be Maude Ivory’s. If it lasted that long.

“Oh don’t you look as pretty as a peach,” Lucy Gray said, once she finished up tying their younger cousins hair up. She had a smile on her face as she walked behind her younger sister, recognizing the anxiety in her eyes. They all felt that way. Every single one of them. “Just as pretty as I remember mama looking.” She smiled softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. Roslyn Sage gave her a small smile through the mirror, but it didn’t reach her eyes. In just 24 hours, she reminded herself, this would be over. I will be home, with my family, and I won’t have to worry about any of this for another year.

The alarm blared throughout the district, startling the entire group. “We better go.” Roslyn Sage said softly, shaking her head a bit to try and dispel any fears in her mind. There were hundreds of kids in the district, weren’t there? Sure- the covey had its enemies. They weren’t shy about causing trouble. But the reaping came straight from the capitol. Corruption felt out of the equation. Lucy Gray gave her sister a small smile, before reaching for Maude Ivory’s hand. At 14, it was her second reaping. She still looked as scared as she did at her first. The girls made their way outside, smiling up at the boys as they were also on their way out. No smile was genuine, all it did was try to reassure. We’ll be ok, right?

Roslyn Sage cringed every time her heeled boots met the gravel. She hated that sound, it’s why she usually opted for her flat shoes. Not that she didn’t like the boots- they were, without a doubt, one of the prettiest things she owned. But she knew the gravel was damaging them. She had her head low as she walked, quietly humming a song to try and keep calm when she spotted it. She stopped quickly, a smile reaching her face. The first real one.

A snake. She adored snakes. She didn’t understand why people were scared of them. If you knew what to look out for, you could tell which ones were harmless. Not only harmless- but friendly. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching her, before she kneeled down. She held her hand out, watching as the snake slithered into her hand. A good luck charm, she told herself. The creature twisted itself around her arm.

It wasn’t a long walk before they made it to the justice building. It felt like a dream as she was separated from her family, put with the other girls her age and stared ahead. She could see Maude Ivory’s blonde hair from where she stood. She hoped Lucy Gray could see her. She could hear whispers around her, and eyes on her dress. She didn’t care. She could feel the snake making its way up her sleeve, something that was preventing her from falling over in anxiety.

Across the way she could see Billy Taupe. More like she could feel him, with his eyes staring daggers at her. It’d been exactly three weeks since she caught him. She wouldn’t even grant him the gift of eye contact anymore. Finding him with another girl, the mayors daughter no less, he was dead to her. He knew the consequences, and he made his choices. He could beg and plead, and she’d always say no.

The worry she felt was quickly returning as she watched the mayor nod at one of the peacekeepers before walking up to the microphone. He cleared his throat, looking across the audience. There was no way of telling if everyone was here, there were hundreds of people, but he found this acceptable as he began his speech. “Welcome to the tenth annual reaping ceremony.” He spoke, but there wasn’t a hint of joy in his voice. He went on to explain why they had the reaping ceremony- the war, the famine, the unnecessary deaths. If Roslyn Sage wasn’t so nervous, she would have rolled her eyes.

“Now- for the ladies first.” The mayor said, putting the microphone down as he approached the bowl. She couldn’t help but see a hint of a smile on his face. Why? Nothing about this was celebratory, nothing was good. He reached into the bowl, before grabbing a small, folded up piece of paper. He pulled it out, walked back to the microphone, unfolded it, read it to himself, then looked out to the crowd.

“Roslyn Sage Baird.” he said, the speakers around them squeaking after he said it. She froze, her eyes still downcast. No- no, absolutely not. She’d had nightmares about this exact scenario before. That was all it was, a dream. In just a few moments, I will wake up. She was convinced of that fact, until she felt the girl beside her nudge her. Real. It was real, oh god it was real. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. That was all she was repeating to herself as she walked to the center isle. Her eyes remained trained forward, just like her papa taught her. The covey doesn’t look back.

“Roslyn Sage, I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know-“ Billy Taupe said, reaching out to try and grab her hand. She shook him off, continuing her walk forward. Never look back. Never look back. Never look back. Never look- “How’re you going to sing yourself out of this one, songbird?” She heard the mocking voice of Mayfair say. She couldn’t help herself- she shouldn’t of done it.

She grabbed the ginger by the collar of her dress, pulling her back and shoved the snake down her dress. The girl screamed bloody murder, like she was going to die. “Help me!” She shrieked, falling to the ground, “Help me! Help me!” Chaos all around them. The girls around Mayfair fled like mice, peacekeepers ran forward. “My daughter!” The mayor shouted. What an idiot, Roslyn Sage thought, the snake doesn’t have fangs big enough to even penetrate your skin. She couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her face as she continued her walk forward towards the stage. Her boots continued their crunching sound on the gravel until she reached it. But she didn’t get far, because the instant she made it, the mayor slapped her right across the face.

She let out a small cry as she hit the ground. Her hands ached as they caught the brunt of the fall. The square was silent, everyone staring up at the stage at the sixteen year old girl, laying down on the stage, holding back tears. She couldn’t even look forward. All she could think about was her families face. Silence. For a minute straight. Until..

“You can’t take my past,” a voice boomed through the courtyard. She recognized it immediately- Lucy Gray. “You can’t take my history.” Another voice joined the song, this time belonging to Tam Amber, “You can take my pa, but his names a mystery.” The two harmonized together. Silence again, as Roslyn Sage took short, shallow breaths. “Nothing you can take from me..” she continued, softly, “was ever worth keeping.”

She stumbled up to her feet, clenching her fists as she turned to the crowd. “Nothing you can ever take was ever worth keeping.” The crowd was still silent, the cameras aimed at her. She could feel the stare of every single eye of the country. But she didn’t care.

“You can’t take my charm. You can’t take my humor. You can’t take my wealth, cause it’s just a rumor.” She saw a peacekeeper nudge the arm of a cameraman, who shook his head. Keep going, this told her. They were watching. Good. Let them watch. She stumbled her way over to the microphone, grabbing it by the stand.

“Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,” she sang into the microphone, “You can’t take my sass, you can’t take my talking.” She froze as she stared out at the audience, seeing her older sister towards the back. Tears streaming down her cheeks, but a bitter smile on her face. That was all that mattered. Making them proud. “You can kiss my ass!” She screamed into the microphone.

The commotion this caused made the peacekeepers spring into action. The ones on the courtyard surrounded the crowd, guns at the ready as a warning. A man she recognized as the head peacekeeper grabbed her by the arms, slapping handcuffs on her and dragging her away. She didn’t fight it. She put her chin up as he led her into the building. The last thing she heard before the doors closed was the name of the second tribute. “Jessup Diggs.”

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summerdazed · 1 year

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63 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

hi can i request for 244 headcanons please 😭

I live y'all. Shocking I know but I wanted to write about my man. Sorry but these are going to be short. ---- Lee Jinho (244) Headcanons

This man I swear, he's so crazy but that's why I love him

Now Jinho is a character, we know that. He's heartless. His empty. But if all that doesn't matter to you and you actually manage to catch his interest then good for you. As long as you don't try to cross him you should be relatively okay. Hopefully.

Do I see him as the type to cuddle you or hold your hand? No but I think that if you were to just do it anyway while he was in a good mood, he would find it amusing and indulge you.

I feel like he would bite honestly. I mean look at him

He's a little shit. He will play with you like another one of his toys. He will lie, manipulate. and do other horrible things to you because at the end of the day he's a bad person. That's what draws us in though, right?

76 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

What happened to him he was so hot 😭😭

77 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

Eli Jang relationship headcanons?

Apologies for this not being long I wrote it before work lol

Eli Relationship Headcanons

Protective. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you. You’re part of his little family after all.

This is a given but you’d have to get along with his daughter. I sort of feel that if Yenna doesn’t like you/you don’t treat her like your own daughter (even if you don’t have one) then you just aren’t going to have a relationship sorry.

Wants to constantly be around you. Not in a clingy way, though I feel like he had his moments, but in a way that he just genuinely enjoys being around you and spending time with you.

Speaking of spending time together, if you plan something and bring all of Hostel along his heart will probably melt. Especially if you get along with all of them. The fact that you are actively working to establish a relationship with his family sends him straight to cloud nine.

Honestly if he found out that you hung out with them outside of when he’s with you he’d die on the spot.

Overall, sweet boyfriend. He really cares about you and if I’m being honest he feels like the type that if he loves someone, he’ll be devoted to them. So that means you better be devoted to my man Eli as well or we’re fighting (I love this man)

101 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Could we have some Seongjun with a s/o headcanons please🧡🕯

In honor of the new chapter that might come out today, I present you this <3

Seongjun with a S/O Headcanons

SOFT. SOFT BOY.

You saw him in his little flashback dresses up for his girlfriend. He’d do the exact same for you. Boy is absolutely whipped for his lover.

Kisses his lover every morning without fail. Sucker says that kisses from his partner are his good luck charms so expect him to want kisses before streams, interviews, etc.

Absolutely does not let 244 around them. He knows first hand how dangerous Jinho is and just doesn’t want them to be involved with him at all costs.

He loves making food but if they cooked for him a special dinner for a date night or something he’d die. Actually, he’d eat it first then die. His partner does even have to be a good cook for him to eat it. That’s how much he loves them.

Steal and wear his hoodies. Boy will melt. Especially if he doesn’t know then sees a post with his lover wearing it on social media. He will call them right away to tease them.

Sweet, sweet boy that loves his partner. Ride or die for them. Seriously though, he’s the definition of ride or die. He would fight Jinho with his bare hands in a Dennys parking lot at 2 am just for them. 10/10 love him (love jinhoe more tho <;3)

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domjaehyun · 1 year

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jewel i am hereeeee to give u my feedback on pl4yg1irl is live omgggggg 😭😭😭😭 girl it was so damn good i was tense literally the whole time and YEAH it hurts that both my jaes were heartless n crazy BUT IT WAS soooo good bby so good !!!!!!!!!!! also the use of the angel pet name was chefs kiss like again i know jaemin was craycray but like in the beginning when he WASNT i was just like melting for him at first i was like OH MC IS GOING TO LOVE HIM BC HE TREATS HER DIFFERENT but oh god i was so wrong but eeee it was good !!!!! i also love how you incorporated the therapy session in the end it really made the story feel like it came full circle like you really paid attention to detail <3 thank you for writing such a great fic i always love what you make 💖💖💖💖💖💖 also i know i’ve been away for a few days and i’m sure ppl have sent you the clip of haechan doing pull-ups on the bus lol but i will give u some more presents hopefully you’ve haven’t seen these 🥰 LOVE U LOTS JEWEL i work a night shift tonight so hopefully everything goes well and i’ll talk to you later <3 have a nice day !!!! — 🫧

BUBBLESSSS i have decided to stop holding onto this ask privately JUST so i could let u know how much i appreciate this 😭😭😭 HSJFJSJJFD IM SORRY THEY WERE BOTH CRAZY 😭😭😭 and thank u hehehe i did that on purpose (the angel thing) and JSFJSJHZHD YEAH he starts off charming :/ then he is very much not :/ and omg i was hoping the therapy session scene worked IM GLAD IT DID!!! i’m so happy you liked it thank u so much 😭😭😭 and both of those clips ruined my life in very different ways . i need him real bad 🥹🥹🥹 YOU HAVE A NIGHT SHIFT TODAY IF IM REMEMBERING CORRECTLY (u mentioned u had 2 back to back in a diff ask right??) SO GOOD LUCK!!! i love u too!!!

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rokurotrash · 2 months

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I feel like my studies are starting to have an effect now - dreaming in japanese, literally understanding sentence structures now with the verbs omggg - this book I have kinda explains it better so happy to have it tbh.

also weirdly excited for my exam - which I've never been in my entire life for any exam so lol uwu

also bought my self a little 'good luck' present today for my exams lol bc I saw a koi fish necklace in the gift shop in town + ofc koi fish represent perseverance, accomplishment, good fortune, success, and ambition (among other things) so using it as a goodluck charm lmao

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 3 years

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They Can’t Take That Away From Me (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello again! It is with great excitement that I present you all with the first part of the “Love Goes” sequel! I’m still trying to come up with a name (suggestions welcome lol).

A good amount of dialogue from Wandavision is used here since it felt necessary to set the story up. Songs used are “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” by Frank Sinatra (1954) and “Lego House” by Ed Sheeran (2011). Let me know what you think!

Summary: What is life like for Y/n and Wanda in the 1950s? And what shenanigans will they be getting into?

There was an odd sensation of confusion as Wanda looked around the home. Now that you had gone to work she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Even though you had only been gone a moment, she couldn’t help the excitement that built within her at the thought of you walking through the door again.

Much to Wanda’s relief, she wasn’t left alone with her thoughts long as an unexpected knock on the front door caught her attention. With furrowed brows she made her way over to the front door and opened it. A hesitant smile appeared on her face as a woman holding a plant smiled brightly back at her.

“Hello, dear. I’m Agnes. Your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours.” The woman informed her cheerfully as she made her way into the home before Wanda could even get a word out. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you. My mother-in-law was in town… So, I wasn’t.”

The sound of laughter floated into Wanda’s ears as she smiled back at Agnes who offered her the plant which she graciously accepted. Agnes began speaking again before Wanda got the chance. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from? And most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

The woman wandered further into the home as Wanda closed the door and rushed over to her, the smile of a perfect hostess never falling from her lips. “I’m Wanda.” She replied politely as she offered her a hand.

Agnes took her offered hand and shook it lightly. “Wanda. Charmed.” She looked around. “Golly! You settled in fast. Did you use a moving company?”

With wide eyes, Wanda turned and placed the plant on the table. “I sure did. Those boxes don’t move themselves.” She replied lightly, the polite smile returning to her face as laughter once again floated around her.

“So, what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house?”

Wanda waved her hand dismissively. That was something she certainly wasn’t. “Oh no, I’m not single.”

Agnes titled her head slightly in surprise. “Oh, I don’t see a ring.”

Glancing down at her finger for a moment, Wanda furrowed her brow before snapping her head back up to meet Agnes’ eyes. The smile never wavering. “I assure you. I’m married. To a woman. A wonderful woman. A writer at that!”

“A woman?” Agnes asked excitedly. “How nifty! Where exactly is your special lady?” She questioned as she took a seat on the couch.

Wanda’s smile changed slightly and become something softer as she thought of you fondly. A change she didn’t even notice herself as she settled into the space next to Agnes. “She’s off at work. Meeting with her editor today.” She said, a proud tinge to her voice.

“Well, that’s exciting!” Agnes exclaimed, “It must be a dream to be married to a writer! Maybe she can teach my Ralph a thing or two on how to romance a woman.”

A bashful smile spread across Wanda’s lips. “I can’t speak for other writers, but mine certainly is a dream.”

Agnes gestured to the round table in front of them. “So, what’s the occasion today?”

For a moment Wanda merely stared at Agnes with confusion. Until her eyes fell to the calendar on the table which had a heart drawn in the box for the day’s date. The calendar which she oddly hadn’t noticed until that moment. “Well, it’s a special occasion, of course! Y/n must have left it there for me to find.”

Excitedly, Agnes leaned forward. “Is it someone’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.” Wanda replied with a shake of her head, she knew that couldn’t be it.

In response, Agnes’ own eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Well, today isn’t a holiday, is it?”

“No, not a holiday…”

“An anniversary then?”

“Y-… Yes!” Wanda agreed quickly as she pointed at Agnes in recognition. “Yes, it’s our anniversary!”

Agnes reached out to take Wanda’s hands with an enthusiastic smile. “Oh, how marvelous! How many years?”

For a moment Wanda hesitated, something told her that answer wasn’t a simple one. “Well… it feels like we’ve always been together.”

“How romantic! So… what do you have planned?” Agnes questioned.

“How do you mean?”

Agnes chuckled as if Wanda’s reply amused her. “For your special night! A young thing like you doesn’t have to do much, but it’s still fun to set the scene!”

A nervous look came across Wanda’s features as she considered Agnes’ words. Before she could reply, Agnes interrupted again. “Oh! I have the perfect article to help us plan!” She said eagerly as she rushed to the door. “This is gonna be a gas!”

Wanda turned away from the door with a dreamy smile as thoughts of spending a romantic evening with you filled her mind. _______________________ “Y/ln!”

The shout startled you, and the clacking sounds that floated from your typewriter ground to a halt as you jumped up and turned towards the sound of the voice. “Yes, sir?”

“My office. Now.” The curly haired man huffed as he turned on his heel to go back in the direction that he came.

Your desk mate, who’s name you couldn’t seem to remember, why couldn’t you remember, turned to you with a sympathetic smile as he pat your shoulder. “Tough luck, pal. Looks like boss man isn’t in good mood today.”

A tight, nervous smile was all you could muster as you quickly shuffled all your papers into your arms, grabbing your notebook as you left. With hesitant feet you stepped into the office. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

The curly haired man gestured to the empty seat in front of his desk as he lit a cigar. You sat with a nervous smile. “Just wanted to check in and make sure you’re ready for your dinner with Hart tonight. One of the biggest publishers in town. Sign with Hart, then you’re set for life, kid.”

“Of course, I am.” You replied quickly, even though you had no idea what meeting he was talking about.

“You better be, kid, or else you’re done. I took a chance on you. Don’t make me regret it.” Through a puff of smoke, he gestured you out of his office which you didn’t hesitate to take.

Hurriedly you ran over to the phone on your desk, dialing in the only number you knew. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when an answer floated through the receiver on the second ring. “Wanda, darling, I was just calling to see if you were prepared for tonight.”

“Why, of course, dear. I have everything under control.” Came her easy reply.

You breathed a sigh of relief as your shoulders dropped. “So, you know?”

The sound of her light laughter filled your ears, making you smile. “Well, when I saw the calendar I just figured.”

“That’s a relief… I must admit, I am rather nervous.”

After a brief pause, Wanda replied. “Nervous? Whatever for?”

With a quick glance back in the direction of the office, you answered. “Well you know situations like this always make me jittery, darling. It’s a tad nerve wracking.”

“Oh, Y/n. After all this time?”

Nervously you began playing with the cord of the phone, barely even processing her words. “I think there’s a lot depending on this, Wanda. If tonight doesn’t go well, I think this could be the end.”

Another glance back at the office showed your boss yelling at your desk mate. “Well, it’s just one night. There’s no need to get dramatic.”

Again, your nerves made it difficult for you to process her words. “With you at the helm, I know everything will go well. Until tonight, my darling. I love you.”

The smile in her voice was obvious as she responded. “Until tonight. I love you.”

When you placed the phone back on the receiver, you couldn’t help but notice the song playing from the radio, something about a star-spangled man. A thought felt as though it was forming in your mind before the song was abruptly cut out, and a new song drifted out of the radio.

“We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love, still I'll always, always keep the memory of…”

___________________

When you entered your home, you couldn’t help the confusion that appeared at the sight of the clearly romantic atmosphere that was set up. The lights were dimmed, and candles were spread throughout the room.

“Wanda?” You called out hesitantly, placing your briefcase and the papers in your arms off to the side of the entryway.

The woman in question sauntered in the room with a coy smile on her face. “Hello, darling.” She made her way over to you and draped her arms over your shoulders. “I missed you.” She whispered as she leaned closer.

Any thoughts that had previously occupied your mind vanished as every aspect of the woman before you invaded all your senses with ease. “Wow. Wanda… You look… breath taking.” You breathed out.

With loving arms, you pulled her closer as your fingertips skimmed over the soft and flimsy silk of the dress she had on. Like magnets your lips met in a tender embrace, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the sensation. Wanda pulled you closer fervently as her hands tangled into your hair.

A sharp knock at the front door startled you apart a moment later as your eyes widened with the realization of what you were supposed to be prepping for flooded back. “Hart!” You whisper yelled as you rushed to the mirror to fix your hair.

“Hart?” Wanda questioned in confusion.

“My publisher! I thought you knew?” You quickly turned to her, your confusion matching hers as another impatient knock appeared at the door. “I have to let them in!”

Wanda’s eyes widened. “Y/n, no! My dre-“ Her words were cut short as you had already opened the door, you own eyes widening when you realized what she was saying.

Without thinking you moved behind the man and covered his eyes with your hands, Wanda following your lead as she covered the eyes of the woman standing next to him. “Y/ln, what’s the meaning of this?” The man exclaimed as you looked over to Wanda with wide eyes.

With a snap of her fingers, the beautiful dress she was wearing seconds before was replaced with a much more modest one. You both removed your hands from the guests and stepped in front of them with sheepish smiles. “Well, you see, sir…” you trailed off as you attempted to think of a reasonable response.

“It’s a tradition Sokovian greeting!” Wanda exclaimed, you nodded enthusiastically, thankful for her save.

You smiled nervously, “Yes! It is a traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality, sir. My wife is from Sokovia.” Nerves began to bubble in your chest which Wanda noticed as she took your hand to steady you which immediately eliminated any feelings of discomfort. You loved her so much.

The woman chuckled lightly. “How exotic.”

“Mr. Hart, this is my wife, Wanda. Wanda, this is Mr. Hart.” You introduced quickly to steer the conversation back to where it should be. “And this must be Mrs. Hart.” you offered your free hand to the younger woman standing next to Mr. Hart as Wanda dropped the other.

The woman took your hand with an amused smirk as she eyed you. “Are you insane? This is my daughter.” Mr. Hart said gruffly, “My wife is out of town at the moment. My daughter has an eye for quality, so I brought her along.”

“Eleanor Hart. You can call me Ellie.” The woman offered, as you uncomfortably took your hand back from her. There was something familiar about her, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Wanda walked off to pull a cloth off of one of the lampshades before taking your hand again. “Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?”

“Excuse us.” You said quickly as Wanda was already dragging you out of the room. You blew out a candle along the way.

When you both reached the safety of the kitchen Wanda spun around to face you, “Who are those people?”

Instead of answering you asked your own question. “What was happening earlier?”

“Well, it’s our anniversary!”

A look of confusion quickly overtook your features. “Our anniversary of what?”

Wanda threw down the cloth still in her hands and sulked away. “Well if you don’t know I’m not going to tell you!”

“That man in there is Mr. Hart, my publisher! My editor set up this dinner for us, so we could discuss publishing my book.” You explained as you gestured vaguely to the window in the kitchen.

A look of realization crossed Wanda’s features as the disembodied laughter floated in the air again. “That must have been what the heart on the calendar meant.”

You took Wanda’s hand in your own, an apologetic look in your eyes. “Darling, this was so romantic to do. The candles, the music, that stunning dress…” You trailed off as your eyes glazed over at the thought. Wanda snapped her fingers in front of your face to get you to refocus. “Right. I don’t want to be unappreciative, but right now…”

“Your publisher and his touchy daughter are expecting a home-cooked meal?” She supplied helpfully.

You nodded sheepishly. “Exactly.”

Wanda glanced over at the table in the kitchen. “Any chance they’d settle for a chocolate covered strawberry split three ways?” Once again, the laughter floated through the air as you winced. “I might have a better idea.” Wanda announced as she ushered you out of the kitchen.

When the door to the kitchen swung shut behind you, Wanda rushed out the back door as you made your way over to Mr. Hart and Ellie so you could attempt to entertain them for the time being. It wasn’t long before commotion in the kitchen caught the guest’s attention which you were able to distract them from.

The second time the commotion began it seemed as though there would be no distracting Ellie.

“Maybe I should see if Wanda needs help while you and my father discuss business. I sense trouble.” Ellie announced as she made her way over to the closed shutters that looked into the kitchen.

Nervously you stood up as the commotion in the kitchen continued. “Ellie, I insist you don’t-“ The woman kept moving forward though and eventually opened the shutters which you could see into as she was opening them. The sight wouldn’t be one that would be easy to explain as practically everything in the kitchen was floating around Wanda.

Thinking quickly, you sang the first and only song that came to your mind to distract them. “I’m out of touch, I’m out of love, I’ll pick you up when you’re getting down. And-”

As soon as the song began falling from your lips both of the Harts began turning in your direction, only they seemed to be frozen mid turn.

“-out of all these things I’ve done, I think I love you better now.” You murmured along to the lyrics that were drifting out of the speaker at your feet as you swayed lightly to the slow tempo of the song. Your eyes stayed locked on the woman in your arms.

The arms that were circled around your midsection tightened as Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to meet your eyes. The look in her eyes was staggering. You had almost forgotten what oxygen was when Wanda was near. You didn’t care though, you’d happily stop breathing if it meant she was by your side. She was a different kind of air.

Wanda grazed her palm along your cheekbone. You easily leaned into her touch. “You never gave me a choice, you know?” Wanda whispered even though she didn’t need to.

“A choice for what?”

“Loving you. It’s as easy as breathing. You are a part of me. I’ll never be able to love someone else.” The words fell from her lips so easily and you couldn’t help the way your heart beat heavily against your ribcage as though it were trying to get to her.

Closing the short distance, you connected your lips to hers. “Loving you was never a choice. It was a necessity.” You mumbled against her lips.

Wanda pulled back and just stared at you adoringly. “If I could go back, I would love you longer.” Your brows furrowed, you didn’t know why but you knew the response was out of place. “There’s never been anyone but you. Never. Not before, not now, and not in the future.” Wanda whispered fiercely as the compound around you began to fade and you both drifted away as pieces of the living room began to form again…

Suddenly the Harts completed their turn and stared at you in shock. You glanced up at Wanda in confusion, seeing the kitchen appliances still floating around her. You didn’t know what just happened and you hoped she’d be able to offer clarity.

When you met Wanda’s eyes though they were filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite register… except you could. It was pain. Before you could react, she waved a hand and the shutters closed once again.

“Golly, what tune was that you were just singing there?” Ellie questioned excitedly, “It sure was nice.”

You smiled politely, unsure how to answer the question yourself. “Just something I heard a long time ago.”

“A writer and a singer? Your wife sure is a lucky gal.” Ellie replied with a wink

The flirtatious comment made you shift uncomfortably where you stood. “The lucky one is definitely me. Wanda is heaven sent. Perfecti-”

“When is dinner going to be ready?” Ellie questioned abruptly, interrupting the day dreamy look in your eyes as you spoke of Wanda. “My head is spinning.” She added as she leaned on you for support.

Mr. Hart marched over to you as you nervously used your hand to fan his daughter. “Do you hear that? My daughters head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don’t like her head to do that.” You winced. Ellie leaned further into you, forcing you to use your arms to support her.

The lecture Mr. Hart was giving you continued. “You know, I’m beginning to think you aren’t worth publishing. I had high hopes for you after speaking to your editor. From what I’ve seen here tonight, you can barely keep it together. Look around there’s all this chaos in your househo-“

“Dinner is served.” Wanda interrupted as she stood by the table with an uneasy smile, her eyes expressing her discontent at Ellie’s position even if she didn’t say it.

Mr. Hart turned to eye the table as you breathed a sigh of relief. “Breakfast for dinner, how very…”

“European?” Ellie finished with an entertained smile, still leaning on you.

Thankful for the lighter shift in atmosphere, you quickly moved away from Ellie and rushed over to the table. “Let’s have a toast!”

Everyone gathered around the table. “To my lovely and talented wife.” You stared at Wanda adoringly as you raised your glass.

“To our esteemed guests.” Wanda countered with a smirk as everyone around the table clinked glasses. “Well, please, eat before it gets cold.”

Everyone took a seat around the table. “So, where did you two move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married?” Ellie rapidly spouted off.

The polite smile on Wanda’s face faltered slightly as she seemed to ponder the questions. You chuckled nervously. “I think what my wife means to say is w-we moved from-”

“Yes, we moved from…” Wanda interrupted only to pause in thought.

“And we were married…” You stopped as well to think of the answer, why couldn’t you think of the answer. You picked up a fork to keep your hands occupied.

“Yes, yes, we were married…” Wanda looked at you, confusion in her eyes.

“Well, moved from where? Married when?” Mr. Hart asked impatiently.

Ellie pushed the food around her plate. She seemed amused at the situation. “Patience, Dad. They’re setting up their story. Let them tell it.”

“Our story…” Wanda began again, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips.

Mr. Hart looked between the two of you in annoyance. “Yes, what exactly is your story? I think it’s a perfectly simple question.”

Wanda stared blankly at the table as you felt a pressure begin to build in your temples. You held back a grimace.

The walls in the room began to feel suffocating and the dress you had on felt constricting. Your breathing became heavier as your continued to desperately search your mind for something, anything. A memory that existed before this morning. The floor around the table began to splinter slightly as the fork in your hand folded in on itself.

“Honestly, why did you come here? Why?” Mr. Hart slammed his hand on the table causing you both to jump. Your thoughts were racing as you wracked your brain for the answers to his questions but kept coming up blank.

A large crack in the floor appeared by Mr. Hart’s chair as he fell back, stuck on the edge, frozen in fear.

Ellie smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Dad, stop it.” The gap by the table widened as Mr. Hart teetered precariously on the edge, still frozen in shock. “Stop it.” She repeated.

Wanda’s eyes widened in concern as you vaguely saw wisps float over to the gap but do nothing. The pressure in your head became even stronger as the world around you became more difficult to register.

“Stop it. Stop it.” Ellie kept repeating as she turned her attention to Wanda. Mr. Hart hanging over the gap by his fingers.

“Y/n. Help him.” Wanda said assertively as the racing in your mind came to a halt. You stared at the scene before you in horror. With subtle wave of your fingers, the gap closed as Mr. Hart was once again on flat ground.

You rushed over to help him. “Let me help you up.”

When he was once again on his feet, Mr. Hart glanced at his watch. “Well, would you look at the time.”

“We better be going.” Ellie added as she stood up.

Wanda looked at them both cautiously, the polite smile making a reappearance, but much more tentative than before. “Are you both alright?”

“We had such a lovely time.” Ellie wandered over to you and shook your hand once again a moment too long, the flirtatious smile returning.

With an uncomfortable smile, you pulled your hand back and made your way over to Mr. Hart. “You made me proud tonight. First thing Monday morning, I’ll make a call to your editor and let him know we have a deal.”

The final remnants of confusion faded away at his words as you eagerly shook his hand with a broad smile. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” Wanda let them both out as you each leaned against the closest object near you and breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking a moment to collect, you both wandered over to the couch. You easily wrapped an arm around her. “You know, we are an unusual couple.” Wanda stated.

“Oh, I don’t think that was ever in question.” You replied as the disembodied laughter rang out again.

Wanda leaned into you, “We don’t have an anniversary… or even wedding rings.”

You rubbed her arm soothingly. “Well, today could be our anniversary.” You offered.

“Of what? Surviving our first dinner party?” She questioned with an amused smile.

You chuckled. “Precisely.”

“And the wedding rings?” She asked.

“Well, couldn’t you make some for us?” You questioned as you held out a hand, smiling when she mimicked your action.

With a wave of her finger, beautiful rings appeared on both of your ring fingers. “I do.” You said softly before turning your head to look at her. “Do you?”

“Of course. I do.” Wanda replied tenderly as she intertwined your fingers. The disembodied voices cooed.

“And they lived happily ever after.”

“And we have a happy ending.” Wanda whispered. A brief flash of something flickered in Wanda’s eyes, but before you could analyze she leaned in and lovingly connected her lips with yours in a sweet kiss. . . . . . . . . As the credits rolled there was a brief moment of silence as everyone stared at the screen. “I told you star-spangled man wouldn’t work. This is the 50s, not the 40s.” Darcy said pointedly.

The sound of a soft thud filled the room from Natasha hitting the back of Steve’s head. “I thought it would be close enough.” Steve grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head.

Fury stared at the screen intensely. “I know that woman, but how did she get there.” He mumbled more to himself than the people in the room. “I think I know someone who we can send in.” He eventually addressed the room.

They all turned to look at him. “Let’s do it. Rogers ideas obviously aren’t working.” Natasha answered as Steve crossed his arms in annoyance.

There it is! Part 1 of the “Love Goes” sequel. This one felt a little constricted by the episode because a lot of it still felt necessary as it introduced the newer characters which is why a lot of dialogue from the first episode was used here. The italicized portion was a memory in case that was a little confusing. Also “Star-Spangled Man” is from the first captain America movie lol. I’m actually kind of excited about this though! As always, let me know your thoughts, they’re always welcome!

P.s. I pictured Emma Watson as Ellie because Emma Watson. :)

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hello i have fallen i love with your charlie fic (❤❤!!) and i want to ask if you could you write some angst where barnaby has a crush on mc and they're super oblivious and later they start dating someone else ans barnaby realizes he lost them?

My dearest anon, let me say: I AM SORRY. Writing your ask took me forever (literally, lol) even though I had it in my head the moment I got your asks all those months ago. But I never felt the right inspiration to actually write it down until today. Today it just hit me. I do hope you're actually still around and reading what I made out of it.

I'm really truly sorry. 😅

So, without further ado, I present to you:

Missed Chances

Barnaby Lee x Reader

Barnaby Lee wasn’t the smartest kid around.

He was by no means dumb, he just wasn’t as clever or booksmart as most of his peers, a fact he was well aware of. But it didn’t bother him that much, really. He had found his means of getting by during classes and ever since distancing himself from Merula Snyde back in their third year, he had been able to gather a circle of friends around him he could fall back upon.

There was popular Penny Haywood for Potions, shy but gifted Ben Copper for Charms, and ever so patient Rowan Khanna when he had troubles with Transfiguration.

Barnaby’s favourite study sessions, however, were those for Defense Against The Dark Arts. Not because he was particularly bad at the subject; on the contrary, he was a skilled duelist and most charms and jinxes came naturally to him. No, the real reason those lessons were his favourite was because it was you who was teaching him.

Ever since he’d been drawn into your close circle of friends, his above average DADA marks had been plummeting, since he kept getting distracted during class. The professors weren’t impressed but neither surprised at his apparent lack of academic skills and under normal circumstances, Barnaby would have tried everything in his power to prove them wrong, that he could do better, that he wasn’t as stupid as everyone made him out to be.

But when you offered your help in catching up on the subject, Barnaby had changed his mind. You were always top of your DADA class and what better way to spend some time alone with you while listening to your beautiful voice explaining the differences between a curse and a hex.

Barnaby knew most of the things you were telling him already, so he had ample time to just watch you talk during your study sessions. He knew no one else could get so excited over dark creatures and cursed objects like you did. The way your eyes were sparkling when lecturing him on the differences between a werewolf and regular wolf had him enthralled every single time and the proud smile you gave him when he answered one of your questions correctly never failed to make Barnaby’s heart beat hard in his chest.

He would have loved to see that smile more often, but he made sure to let his real knowledge of the subject shine through sparingly. He was afraid that if he got too good, you might want to drop studying with him and that was something he couldn’t risk; spending time with you had become the highlight of his day. No one he knew rivalled the warmth you radiated and the unbroken faith you had in him, a sentiment that was completely new to Barnaby.

When the big news of the Celestial Ball was announced, it was all his peers could talk about. What to wear, how to look and who to bring were the questions dominating all of the four common rooms.

Barnaby never had to think twice who he wanted to be his date for the dance. He thought about how to properly ask you out for days on end; you were no common girl after all. You were the most extraordinary girl he knew and thus deserved an extraordinary invitation. But when he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, you looked at him sheepishly.

“That’s so sweet of you, Barney. I’m so flattered, really. But I already promised Rowan and Ben to go with them. You know, just as friends.”

His heart sank at the words. Why hadn’t he acted sooner? Maybe people were right about him being stupid after all.

Seeing his disheartened look, your face changed into something softer. “But I’m sure Rowan and Ben wouldn’t mind if you came along with us? As another friend?”

Barnaby beamed at her. “I’d love that. We’re going to have such a great time together, as friends,” he added, not quite sure whom he wanted to reassure, you or himself.

He would probably never forget the night of the Celestial Ball when he saw you in the dress André Egwu had designed for the first time. Rowan and Ben had arrived at the ball before you and when you stepped into the Great Hall all on your own, Barnaby’s breath stopped for a moment.

You were dressed in a beautiful, burgundy dress with intricate patterns embroidered around the neckline. Your waist was accentuated by a small belt and the skirt of your dress flowed around you in several layers of fabric. You looked like an ethereal being to him as you walked through the crowd over to him, Rowan and Ben, your skirt trailing slightly behind you.

His eyes didn’t leave you for the whole evening even for a second. He could hear you laughing when you danced with Rowan and Ben, the sound like silver bells to his ears. When he asked you for a dance with him, your hand just happened to fit perfectly into his and your bright smile made Barnaby forget everything else around you and him. He did take great care to not step on your dress, however. You looked so perfect, he didn’t want to ruin it with his own clumsiness; although he pretty much doubted anything could have taken away from your beauty.

When the Celestial Ball was over, Barnaby took the chance to walk you back to your common room. You had your arm linked with his and marched in step with him. As he was taller than you, it required some effort on your part, the strange walking rhythm making you giggle. The sound had Barnaby’s heart beat faster.

Barnaby was almost reluctant to let you go when you had reached the concealed entrance to your common room. He wasn’t quite sure what to do; all he wanted to do was put his arms around you, drawing you as close to him as possible and never letting go again. But he hesitated; what if you didn’t feel the same?

To gain some time, he cleared his throat. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too,” you smiled at him. “I’m glad you came along. You just have the most fun with your friends, right?”

The word ‘friends’ put a damper on the butterflies that had been swarming in Barnaby’s stomach until this point.

“Yes, friends,” he echoed, “because we’re friends.”

A look of confusion crossed your face for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” Barnaby lied quickly, glad that the flickering light of the torches hid the blush spreading on his cheeks. “Just exhausted from dancing, I guess.”

“Oh, alright. I’d better get to my common room then. Good night.”

There was a short, awkward pause, before you smiled at him, waved and vanished into your common room. Barnaby sighed; at least for night, he had definitely botched his chances.

Ever since the Celestial Ball and the anticlimax of its ending, Barnaby had made it his mission to convince you there was more to him than being your friend. He’d ventured into the library on his own and gathered together all books on romance he could find and read every single one of them. Most of them, especially the older ones, had given him quite some headaches, but he knew you enjoyed reading old love stories, so maybe they had some useful information to offer. How someone could spend their free time reading things like Jane Austen for fun, however, remained a mystery to him.

And apparently, the tips he had sourced weren’t that helpful either. Barnaby tried it all, he complimented you, he brought you flowers and small gifts that reminded him of you and tried connecting with you over things he knew you loved. Whenever he saw the chance to ask you out he tried. But as soon as he had gathered his courage, you had already promised one of your numerous friends to go with them instead. It was exasperating, really.

All the while, the study sessions with you continued. Barnaby had stopped pretending to be as oblivious as he made himself out to be in the beginning; he knew it was risky, in case you might want to drop studying with him if he got better, but he was too addicted to your smile at this point. No matter how hard his day had been, a smile from you and everything else was forgotten.

Barnaby wished you would finally notice just how much he adored you, but as long as he could spend time with you, listen to your voice and hear your laughter, everything was fine with him.

Until it was not.

He had noticed you were distracted lately and not as talkative as he was used to. Today’s Potions class was no exception. Professor Snape, who was even moodier than usual, was lecturing the class on the importance of knowing potion recipes by heart.

“You will not always carry a textbook with you,” he droned, “and while I wouldn’t trust half of you to brew a potion even with proper instructions, maybe some of you will be able to produce something remotely resembling a proper concoction by sheer luck. If I see one piece of parchment on the table, you will clean your classmates’ cauldrons after class. Begin.”

Dreading the next two hours of guessing which ingredients to use in what order, Barnaby glanced over to you. But you hadn’t been listening to the instructions, it seemed. Your attention was focused on a piece of parchment in front of you, hastily scribbled lines running across it. Barnaby tried catching a glimpse but when you noticed, you blushed deeply and quickly covered the parchment with your hand.

Barnaby, however, wasn’t the only one who had noticed the piece of parchment. Before you could do anything, Professor Snape had appeared next to you and snatched the parchment out of your grip.

“I thought I said no notes allowed, or didn’t I express myself clearly enough for your convenience?” he snarled.

“No, Professor, you misunderstand,” you gasped, “these aren’t Potions notes, it’s private. Can I please have it back?”

You reached for it, but Snape jerked his hand up so it was just out of reach. “That gives it even less reason to be present in my classroom,” he said coldly, a cruel smile stealing onto his face. “Let us share with the rest of the class what is distracting you from my lesson.”

Your cheeks were glowing bright red as Snape started reading the content of your note.

“Do you like me? Yes or No. Circle your answer,” he read out loud. “How droll,” he sneered over the chuckle of your classmates, “I suggest, next time you concentrate more on your potion and less on your silly personal bearings. Perhaps the result will be more decent then. 10 points from you and detention tonight.”

As he swept past your table, Barnaby noticed your hanging head. You had your hands clasped tightly together in your lap and seemed so small all of a sudden that he felt furious. Even though Snape was his head of house, he had no right whatsoever to embarrass you in front of everyone like that.

“Are you okay?” he asked you gently.

Not looking at him, you shook his head. “Why did he have to do that?” you whispered. “He could see I wasn’t taking notes. There was no need to read it out loud.”

“There wasn’t,” Barnaby agreed. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and lightly placing his hand on your arm. “He’s just a big, old, mean bat. Everyone says so.”

You sniffed, a small smile already spreading on your face again. “That’s true. Thank you.” You covered his hand with yours and squeezed it lightly. The touch sent jolts of energy through Barnaby from where your hands connected. His skin was still tingling when you turned towards your cauldron again, breaking the contact.

“Who was your note for, anyway?” Barnaby asked, trying not to sound as if this wasn’t the question burning red hot on his mind.

You looked at him wide-eyed. “I can’t possibly tell you.”

“Why not? Do I know him?”

Blushing again, you could only nod before dropping your gaze.

“It’s someone I’ve been friends with for a while now, but I don’t know if he feels the same. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by making a stupid move.”

Barnaby held his breath. You couldn’t possibly be talking about him, could you?

“How could it ruin your friendship?” he asked. “If he’s your friend, he’s your friend and nothing can change that.”

He took a deep breath. “Maybe you should just tell him,” he said deliberately casually, “who knows, maybe that friend of yours has been feeling the same for some time now, too.”

You looked up at him in surprise. “You think so?”

Barnaby nodded in agreement. “Definitely. Just try your luck, maybe you’ll be surprised.”

After the class was over and you had parted ways for the rest of the day, Barnaby counted the minutes until the evening when you had agreed to meet for another study session before your detention. He was positively bouncing with energy ever since lunchtime. You had come over to him with a nervous smile on your lips to ask him to meet up with you later.

“Chances are, I’ll need to tell you something,” you had said with a shaky laugh before joining your other friends for lunch. Barnaby had swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to look unfazed, but his insides had been burning with impatience ever since.

That was why he had arrived earlier than usual at the library that evening. He picked all the books out you would be needing and stacked and restacked them several times at the table you were usually working on.

It felt like an eternity until you finally entered the library, each second dragging into an eternity of its own. Barnaby saw you first. You stood in the entrance to the grand room and all of a sudden the library seemed to be a little brighter just by you being there. You scanned the rows of bookshelves with your eyes and a wide smile appeared on your face as they fell on him, waiting for you between books and quills in your favourite spot.

You quickly bounded over to him, a spring in your step that was a stark contrast to the miserable mood you had been in this morning. Before Barnaby even had a chance to ask what made you so happy, you had flung your arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

On instinct, Barnaby put his arms around your waist and held you for a sweet moment that he wished would last forever. He could smell the flowery scent of your perfume and breathed it in deeply, trying to commit every last detail of how you felt in his arms to memory. He was sure you had to feel his heartbeat; how could you not with how hard it was hammering against his ribcage?

“He said yes, Barney! He really said yes!” you squealed, not caring one bit about Madam Pince’s indignant shush.

The sheer happiness coursing through his veins turned into ice that froze him from the inside in a matter of seconds. Confused, he loosened his hold on you and pushed you far enough away from him to look you in the face. The joy visible on it almost broke his heart.

“What?”

“My crush!” you beamed at him. “I followed your advice and asked him out, just now! And he said yes!” you repeated, hugging him again.

“You’re the first person I wanted to tell,” you said. Barnaby could feel your breath on the skin exposed by the open collar of his shirt. He hated himself for the shiver running down his spine.

“Why?” was all he managed to whisper in response.

“Because without you, I’d never have the courage to talk to him upfront. It’s all thanks to you that I have a date now. You’re really the best friend I could ask for.”

Every word you spoke was like a dagger pushed up to the hilt into his broken heart, every second he saw you smile at the prospect of going out with the boy you wanted to be with - the boy that wasn’t him - a twist of the blade until he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. His heart, that had beaten so wildly just moments before when he had held you in his arms, could have stopped beating right there and then; Barnaby doubted it would have felt much different to the consuming emptiness he felt at this very moment.

You were rambling on and on about where you wanted to take your date and what you would wear but Barnaby wasn’t listening. He didn’t even know who you were talking about; all he knew was that it wasn’t him and that thought was louder in his head than your words could ever be.

“What do you think of that?”

Barnaby realised you had come to the end of your explanations and expected an opinion from him. He forced himself to smile apologetically at you, when all he wanted to do was scream.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he croaked out.

Your brow creased. “Are you okay? You’re so pale all of a sudden.��

“I’m good,” Barnaby answered with a hoarse voice. He cleared his throat and started again. “I’m good, I just caught a cold, I think. I should go see Madam Pomfrey later.”

You made a sceptical sound and raised one eyebrow. “If you say so. So what do you think? Is Madam Puddyfoot’s Tea Shop a good idea or not?”

Barnaby had never heard of this tea shop before, but he’d go to Knockturn Alley for a date if it only was with you. “It doesn’t matter where you take him. He’s lucky he gets to go with someone like you in the first place.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“I’m just happy you’re happy,” Barnaby said and even meant it, in a way. He just wished the source of your happiness was him and not somebody else.

You hugged him once again and he was glad that you couldn’t see the pained expression crossing his features for a moment. “You’re the best, Barney. I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

You let go and turned towards the table laden with books Barnaby had so carefully set up. “Shall we?”

He sat down with you and watched as you started taking out your notes on objects cursed with minor jinxes. Your eyes were sparkling even more than usual and even now, you were so beautiful to Barnaby it hurt.

With a sigh, he concentrated on what you had to say for a change. His time spent daydreaming about you was over for good now, so he might as well do what the two of you were here for and study.

No, Barnaby Lee wasn’t the smartest kid around.

But even he knew that when it came to you, he had missed too many chances.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #barnaby lee #anon ask #fun fact #this is exactly what happened in game for my mc lizzie #went to the celestial ball with barnaby #and ditched him afterwards #whoops #and for talbott of all people #because yknow #that old let us date the quidditch kids discussion #but we're not getting into that now

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maddogofshimano · 3 years

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Apology Ring: Rikiya Scratcher Event

A new Rikiya event! I was very excited about what nonsense this one would be and it did not disappoint.

I couldn’t tell you why Kuze’s a reward, but I sure did get 6 of him, so I can’t complain. Let’s get started!

Summary: While Rikiya has come to adore Kiryu as his aniki, Haruka is still cold and distant towards him. In his desperation to win back her favor, he learns that Haruka’s after a prize from the scratcher event happening at the local grocery store, and is determined to win it for her no matter the cost

2008 Shimabukuro Rikiya had been charmed by Kiryu Kazuma, and his yearning to have him as his aniki has led to him often visiting Morning Glory.

Rikiya: Aniki! Let's go get drinks together! Standing by for your answer!

Kiryu: Rikiya...... I already gave you an answer earlier. I'm busy today. You should get back to work. <Kiryu walks away> Rikiya: W-Wait for me anikiiii~!

Rikiya: Haaa.... Alone again..... Though, that's just one of the things that makes him so cool. (Tl note: overwhelmingly tempted to use the "attractive/good looking/handsome" meanings on かっこいい instead of cool lol) Rikiya: ....Oh? Haruka: Ah..... Rikiya-san. Good afternoon. ...............Bye. <She leaves>

Rikiya: Ah, Haruka-chan.... Rikiya: She sure didn't look happy to see me... Guess she still hates me.

Rikiya: Well... I guess being hated by her can't be helped. She was real scared I was going to evict everyone in Morning Glory after all... Rikiya: Kiryu no aniki swore an oath of brotherhood though... So I can't just leave things like this. Rikiya: If I apologize from the bottom of my heart, maybe Haruka-chan will forgive me... Rikiya: .........Hn? Koji: I want to get Haruka a gift for always working so hard, but I can't think of a single thing to get her.... Koji: Have you thought of anything Taichi? Taichi: I got this! Isn't this rock pretty? I found it out on the beach! Koji: ....A rock, huh. Well, Haruka will still be thrilled to get it. Now what am I gonna do.... Taichi: What about the scratchers down at the shopping center? Koji: Scratchers? What's that? Taichi: Haruka said she wanted to the prize from them, and wouldn't doing scratchers be fun? Koji: No way. I don't trust that it won't be a total bust. Taichi: But think about how happy she'd be. Rikiya: ....Scratchers at the shopping center? Hmm, come to think of it I was supposed to go to the super market. Rikiya: ......If I can get that thing Haruka-chan wants, she might forgive me, so it's worth a shot. Rikiya: With a little bit of luck and money, let's take a gamble on scratchers! <He runs downtown> Manager: Hey welcome! Right now we're running a scratcher campaign~.

Manager: The top prize, a trip to Tokyo, has already been claimed, but we still have a ring from a brand that's very popular with women, a coffee maker, an electric razor, and a 100kg of rice among the fabulous prizes jostling around! You can't miss this opportunity! Rikiya: (.....The only thing he listed that a girl her age would want is that ring. That must be what Haruka-chan is after!) Rikiya: Sir! Give me a scratcher! Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun. Ready to have some fun? One entry for every 1,000 yen you spend at the store! <scratching noises> Manager: Annnnd... no luck. For the bottom prize, here's your free pack of pocket tissues. Rikiya: Damn... Totally drained, huh. I really don't have any more cash to blow on scratchers. Manager: That's a shame, Rikiya-kun. I'll be here with the scratchers for a while longer if you change your mind and want to try again. Rikiya: ....Say, mister. I really just gotta get my hands on that ring. Is there any way we could make that happen? Rikiya: ....I beg you! Truly!! Manager: No, and the answer stays no no matter how many times you ask~. Manager: Right now the odds are stacked in the customer's favor with how many scratchers have been pulled, so good luck. Rikiya: ....Man, that's really how it is, huh. I getcha... Gimme a bit to scrape up some cash. <Rikiya leaves, makes a phonecall> Rikiya: ....I'm all out. Mikio's broke too. I guess I could try getting a loan.... hmmmmm.....

Rikiya: What am I gonna do... My plan to show my sincere apologies to Haruka with that ring is turning out to be a huge bust. Rikiya: I gotta get more cash to do pulls with... If only there was some way to do free pulls...... (Tl note: Rikiya is the prime target for gatcha games) <he moves on> Rikiya: ....I ended up walking all the way around Ryukyu without getting a single idea. What am I gonna do.... Hm? Blond Chinpira A: Hehehe, look at all these scratchers. I'm a almost afraid I'll get sick of doing scratchers from this.

Blond Chinpira B: Mhm~! Hey, did ya see that employee's face? He was so scared, it was hilarious! Hehehe. <they leave> Rikiya: ....What were those bastards up to? <Rikiya returns to the store> Rikiya: !? Manager: Uughh.... Rikiya: Hey, hey..... you're not looking good. All your merch has been scattered and all the shelves are all smashed up....

Rikiya: What the heck happened while I was gone? Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun... The truth is.... some blond haired chinpira came and stole all the scratchers..... Rikiya: Blond haired chinpira...? You mean those assholes just a minute ago did this? Manager: When they found out the top prize had already been claimed... they flew into a rage and started smashing things.... Manager: They stole all the scratchers and remaining prizes and said "You better have that top prize restocked by the time we're back".... Rikiya: What the hell? Manager: I don't know if the police could do anything, and I have no idea how I could get another trip to Tokyo lined up..... Manager: Rikiya-kun, I'm sorry. I really did want you to have fun with this scratcher campaign... Manager: Haa... I started this up intending to give back to my regulars... but now it's going to end like this... I guess it can't be helped. Rikiya: ..........It's just like you to still be thinking about your customers. Even at a time like this they're the ones you're worried about.... Rikiya: ...Sir, I'm going to crush those assholes. I swear it. Manager: Eh? Rikiya: I can't stand cowardly civilians like that. ....So I'm gonna kick their asses. Rikiya: While I'm at it I'll get back all the scratchers and all the prizes and return them to you. Manager: R-Rikiya-kun.... but.... Rikiya: Don't worry about it. This is my job as a member of the Ryudo Family. My boss would yell at me if I turned a blind eye to this. Rikiya: So, I'm off! <Rikiya leaves> Manager: Rikiya-kun..... <EVENT START>

Blonde Chinpira A: Ughhh......

Rikiya: ......Hand over the scratchers and the prizes.

Blonde Chinpira A: W-Who the fuck are you....

Rikiya: Ryudo family captain, Shimabukuro Rikiya. Chinpira: R-....Ryudo Family!? Y-You're... a professional....... Rikiya: ......We good? I don't think ya want this again.

Rikiya: If I ever hear that you're causing problems for that shop again then I'm going to silence you myself!!!! Chinpira: I-I got it.... it won't happen again. <back at the store> Rikiya: There you are, manager. The scratchers and the prizes. With this, you should be able to continue your campaign, right? Manager: R-Rikiya-kun...... Rikiya: I really nailed those shitheads, so you shouldn't need to worry about them coming after you for revenge. Rikiya: Of course if they do show up, just give me a ring. I'll handle 'em for you. Any time you need. Manager: Th-Thank you Rikiya-kun.... What can I ever do to repay you...... Rikiya: Don't sweat it. This is just the job of a member of the Ryudo Family. <Rikiya begins walking away> Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun! Rikiya: ......I'm up shit creek here. What about Haruka-chan's present....

Rikiya: What am I gonna do..... I'm outta cash......... I got it. I'm sure I got some pachinko balls tucked away.... ???: Rikiya-kun! <manager runs up> Rikiya: Manager? Manager: Ha... Ha.... This.... I wanted to give this to you. Rikiya: This is..... the ring that was one of the scratcher prizes!? Manager: Yep. You said you wanted it. So I figured to repay you somewhere... I'd like to give this to you. Rikiya: Manager..... But isn't this a real major prize? Manager: It's fine. Without you the scratcher campaign wouldn't have continued at all. Manager: Oh, are you turning this down? I know this doesn't remotely make up for everything you did, and I'm truly sorry. Rikiya: ....I ain't turning it down! Thank you, manager! Manager: Hehe, that makes me glad to hear. Well, I'm heading back to the store now. See ya. <Manager leaves> Rikiya: Hell yes... Now I can give this to Haruka-chan as an apology! Rikiya: Finally we'll be able to wrap this whole thing up and move past things with one big gesture! Rikiya: Wait for me! Haruka-chan! <Rikiya runs off> Rikiya: .......Pardon my intrusion.

Haruka: Ah...... Rikiya-san.

Rikiya: (....She's still so distant. Guess she still doesn't like me one bit....) Kiryu: What is it? Rikiya. I can't get drinks with you today. Rikiya: Nah, I'm actually here for Haruka-chan this time. Kiryu: To see Haruka? Rikiya: Yes... Um, Haruka-chan. I actually have something to give to you. Haruka: Something to give to... me? Rikiya: Here, this. It's some kind of ring from a famous brand. Haruka-chan, this was that thing you wanted, right? Haruka: Eh!?

Kiryu: A ring? What's this about Haruka?

Haruka: N-.... No. I, don't really like rings...

Rikiya: Right. As soon as I heard you wanted this I rushed out frantically to-........ Rikiya: .......Eh!!??

Rikiya: What do you mean, you don't really like rings...... But.... Isn't this the ring you said you wanted? Haruka: ...N-No. I don't remember ever saying I wanted that..... Rikiya: That's.... B-But, you wanted one of the prizes from the scratchers....... Haruka: Scratchers.....? Oh, of course.... Rikiya: Of course....? Haruka: I wanted the rice so that everyone could have it to eat. Is that what you were thinking of? Rikiya: R-Rice!!?? <flashback to the manager talking about all the prizes they had> Rikiya: The thing that Haruka-chan actually wanted..... was the 100kg of rice.......... Rikiya: I was so sure it was the ring.... Seriously, man......... Haruka: I-I'm so sorry. Kiryu: ....Say, Rikiya. What's with the sudden present? Haruka's birthday's still a ways off, right? Rikiya: .........I wanted to give it to Haruka-chan as an apology. Kiryu: ....Apology? Rikiya: Yes. When I came to Morning Glory and threatened to evict everyone, for kids that have nowhere else to go, wouldn't that have been terrifying? Rikiya: Since then, Haruka's hated me. But I wanted to earn Haruka's forgiveness... Rikiya: That's why.... I thought I could give her that ring as an earnest apology. Rikiya: But then I went and got her something she didn't even want, so instead of being happy she's bothered by it... I really am a fool, huh. (Tl note: we might not have gotten to hear Rikiya sing bakamitai but he did at least say the phrase here lol) Haruka: .....Rikiya-san. Even though I never said I wanted it..... I really am happy to get it. Rikiya: ....That's sweet of you to say, Haruka-chan. But you don't have to lie like that to me.... Haruka: No, it's true. Rikiya-san, you picked out that ring to give me because you thought it'd make me happy, right? Haruka: The fact that you were thinking about me like that and working so hard to make me happy, well, how could I not be! Rikiya: Haruka-chan.....

Haruka: Really though.... I don't hate you, okay? Rikiya: Eh? Haruka: I... think you're a good person, Rikiya-san. So I don't have a reason to dislike you. Rikiya: Wait, but... Earlier when you saw my mug you looked real upset and ran off immediately, didn't you? Haruka: That was... sorry... I think I was trying to hold in a sneeze. Rikiya: .......a sneeze? Haruka: Right. Honestly I was dealing with a cold earlier.... I didn't want to get you sick, so I was trying really hard not to sneeze..... Rikiya: --Which explains why you were keeping your distance..... What the hell. Have I just been totally overthinking this........ Kiryu: ...Heh, I'm glad for you Rikiya. Your worries were misplaced, and this is all settled now. Rikiya: A-Anikiii.... Haruka-chan's.... a good kid....... Rikiya: I horribly threaten her and she doesn't hate me...... I don't even get her the present she wants and she's still thrilled..... Rikiya: Even if it was my job to scare her.... She's... She's such a good kid, that Haruka-chan.... <Rikiya drops to the ground> Rikiya: I'M SO SO SORRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Haruka: R-Rikiya-san!? Kiryu: H-Hey. Rikiya, quit grovelling!

Rikiya kept his head bowed in apology for a long time, until Kiryu and Haruka were both troubled by the excessiveness.

Bonus stuff:

I was so sure Haruka wanted to trip to Tokyo to give to Kiryu so that he could go visit. The rice was my second guess, but I was so ready for the emotional pain. Shout outs to @agentshilonglang for correctly guessing it though!

This one wasn’t as long or a fraction as difficult to translate as the previous Rikiya board game event, but I am thrilled to have more Rikiya content. This card also has a new character story, and I pulled it so I’ll get that translated sometime soon-ish! I’m actually thinking of holding a poll on which story to do next when I hit 300 followers.

Finally this was the song that played on the main page of the event, tho they skipped the intro portion:

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#rggo #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza #Rikiya #rikiya shimabukuro #Haruka #Kiryu

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moral-turpitudes · 3 years

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To the Moon: Part 2

A/N: I wrote half of this at like 1am so I hope this isn’t too bad lol.

Trigger Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,873

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Anna Shelby (OC/Daughter)

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @writingwithacupoftea

Summary: Between managing his business and almost forgetting his daughters birthday, to finding out she’s been sneaking off with the beloved boxer Bonnie Gold behind his back, Thomas has his hands full now more than ever.

Part 1 | Part 2

The sounds of boots colliding with the cobblestones echoed through the streets as Anna neared the shop. Her heart racing as she frantically looked around the small town for any signs of her family. Her whereabouts had been part of a routine outing before reporting to the shop, but like her father, she was always getting herself into trouble.

She planned on seeing her boyfriend like she always had, right before his training started, but this time she felt something was off. That something was a man watching her that she hadn’t seen before. He had a cap on much like her father, but his had no razor hiding in the brim. His eyes were on her the whole time, everywhere she walked around the ring, her heart racing as she said a quick goodbye to the dark haired boy by her side and darting out the door.

And so here she was, panting as she willed her legs to move faster towards the shop, not daring to look behind her as the man ran towards her.

The familiar feel of the cold metal gun grazed her fingers as she retrieved it from her coat and pointed it at the one pursuing her.

“I swear to god I’ll fucking shoot you if you get any closer!” She yelled at the man. Women and children swiftly moving out of the way and into random shops along the streets. She cringed at how loud she was, knowing how close she was to the shop.

“Anna! Put the fucking gun down aye?” Tommy said, practically running out of the building once he heard his daughter yelling.

She felt her hands shaking slightly as she aimed at the man. He was frozen and had his hands up.

“No! He was following me.” She said, not taking her eyes off him.

“Put it down. Now.” He said, stepping closer.

She hesitated and sighed, reluctantly placing the gun in her fathers hand and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Aye! Come ‘ere now.” He yelled to the man in the distance.

Anna tensed up, her hands bawling into fists at her sides with her fingers placed like her cousin Finn taught her to.

“You can go home now Frederick. Thank you for keeping watch.” Tommy said, patting the man on the shoulder. He sighed in relief and walked off with nothing more than a nod of his cap.

“What the fuck was that?” She asked.

“Just a friend. I told you to come here at noon. When you didn’t show I had one of my men find you.” He said flatly.

Anna said nothing. Instead, she just shoved her way past him and through the shop doors, earning a concerned glance from her family members.

She didn’t say anything to them as she walked to her desk that was outside Tommy’s office.

As she sat down, Polly came in and so did her father.

“I’ll have to hire another few men if you can’t get here on time. Can’t have you almost shooting them.” He said, placing her gun back on her desk.

“Maybe tell them not to chase me next time, yeah?” She asked, getting up and heading for her fathers whiskey stash.

“What are you doing? You can’t have that.” Thomas said.

“Why not?” She asked, pouring a glass and taking a swig, her eyes staying glued to her fathers.

Tommy ran a hand over his face as Polly smirked.

“Oh my god. You forgot...” Anna said, slamming the glass down on her desk and walking out of the room as her eyes filled with tears.

Polly sighed as Tommy started to walk after her, only stopping him by grabbing his arm.

“Let her go. We need to talk.” She said.

“If this is about her seeing that boxer, I don’t want to hear about it.” He said.

“No...It’s her birthday Tom. She’s 18 today...” She said lightly.

Tommy almost ranted on but that fact struck him. His face went blank except for his eyes which stared off towards the door.

“Fuck!” He said, slamming his fist down on the desk.

“I...Poll I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything. The other gangs, the shootings, the boxing agreement with the Gold’s...everything.” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“Don’t apologize to me. Go set it right.” She said, lighting a cigarette.

Tommy nodded as he went out into the lobby, his eyes scanning the room for her.

“Finn!” Tommy yelled to his younger brother, now 21 and towering over him.

“Yeah?” He asked, adjusting his cap.

“Where’s Anna?” Tommy asked frantically.

“Uh I don’t know...maybe the ring? She looked pretty pissed.” He said.

“Alright, tell Arthur and the others I’ll be back soon.” He ordered.

“Okay.” He said, walking off towards the betting room.

Tommy rushed over to his jacket that was hung near the door, and reached in to find the keys to the ring, but his fingers came out empty.

He smirked slightly and shook his head as he pulled the coat on, patting the pocket where the necklace remained for all those years. It gradually became a good luck charm as time went on, him believing it may have helped save his ass one too many times.

As he walked swiftly along the cobblestone streets, he saw the entrance to the boxing ring. He checked the lock and tugged hard until it opened somewhat, using a pin to help pick the lock before walking quietly inside.

The sound of fists hitting the punching bags echoed through the large space, and the lights were dim, making it hard for him to be seen at times.

As he walked towards her, he stopped when he heard Bonnie’s voice, hearing them talking about different punching strategies.

He silently observed as he got closer, their chatter overtaking his footsteps. That was, until Bonnie slipped his arm around her waist to “help” her with her form, as he said.

Tommy got within punching distance as he cleared his throat, not realizing she had no idea who it was. With that, she jumped at the sound and swung, a right hook landing on his face, causing him to stumble back slightly.

“I guess I deserved that aye?” He asked, rubbing his jaw where a bruise would surely form.

“Good swing love! Who is this?” The boy asked, stepping in front of her protectively, not knowing it was his new boss.

“I could ask you the same thing son...or I could ask your father.” Tommy said, staring him down.

“That’s my dad Bon, it’s okay. Um...just go. I’ll ring you later yeah?” She asked, making her way out from behind the boy.

“Oh my bad, Mr. Shelby. I-I’ll be going. See ya.” He said, giving her a quick hug before heading for the door.

Anna crossed her arms as the awkward silence ensued, her father staring into her eyes that were like a copy of his.

“What was that about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not answering you until you realize what you did, dad.” She said, taking off the gloves that were a size too big and throwing them on the ground.

Tommy sighed and pulled up two chairs, patting the one next to him.

“We need to talk Anna. Please. I came here to apologize.” He said.

She sighed and sat down, crossing her arms again as she looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday sweetheart...The business has been taking up a lot of my time. I just got-”

“Busy. I know.” She said, rolling her eyes as she looked at him.

“I truly am sorry. I uh...I have you a present you know. I don’t know if that can help you forgive me but I think you’ll like it.” He said softly as he reached into the old pocket of his coat. The silver chain and the light green gemstone glinted in the dim light of the room as he handed it to her.

“Where’d you get this?” She asked, looking at it with a small smile. She looked more like Y/N every day, and as she put the necklace on, it brought Tommy back to all those years ago when he first got to know his little girl.

“I gave that to your mother before I was sent to France. She wore it until I came back, and up until she died. Her friend gave that back to me because your mother wanted you to have it, as an 18th birthday present.” He said, trying not to choke up at the memory of that night.

He watched as Anna’s smile grew, tears falling from her eyes as she twirled the green gemstone between her fingers.

“I never truly forgot love. I just...wasn’t ready to face the truth that you were growing up.” He said, knowing that necklace reminded him of this day for the past 18 years every time he checked his pocket.

“Thank you, dad. It’s beautiful.” She said softly as she got up to give him a hug.

“You’re welcome love. Now keep this safe alright? Can’t have your mum striking me down up there anymore than she already is.” He said with a smirk.

“I will.” She said smiling. It healed and broke his heart every time she smiled, always seeing Y/n’s face and mannerisms as more time passed.

“I love you both.” She said, looking up at him as he wiped her tears with his rough, calloused hands.

“I love you both too. Always have.” He said, pulling her in for another hug. Silence fell over the room as they stood there in each others embrace, finally making up for the events of that morning.

“Let’s go alright? I don’t want Arthur to beat anyone up while we’re gone.” He said.

Anna sighed as she looked at the door, knowing her boyfriend was long gone.

“Alright.” She said reluctantly as she grabbed her stuff.

As they walked out, Tommy looked at her as she kept her eyes focused ahead, nervously biting her lip as they neared the shop.

“So, you’re talking to Aberama’s boy aye? Is he a friend? boyfriend?” He asked.

“Oh god....do we have to talk about this?” She asked, her face flushing slightly.

“Yes we do.” He said.

“He’s my boyfriend. Been seeing him before work for 3 months now.” She said.

“And when were you going to tell me? When you had a ring?” He asked.

“No. I was going to tell you when I felt it was right. I didn’t want it to get in the way of your business, and besides...I didn’t want you and uncle Arthur to shoot him for fucks sake.” She said, stopping before they got to the shop doors.

“If you don’t shoot my men, I won’t shoot yours aye?” He asked.

“Deal. Now...are we going to have a birthday party or what?” She asked.

“Yes. I’ll let Polly know.” He said before opening the door.

“Oh and tell Bonnie he can come. I’m sure the family would love to see him.” He said smirking.

“If you say so...” She said, walking past the bustling lobby and towards the phone, gathering the courage to ask him.

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Happy holidays! how about a hot chocolate competition among the yandere ocs and the best one gets a special cabin date with darling?

Hello @teachillvibes, I'm so glad to see you again- Your requests are always so wonderful boo, thanks for requesting me this one!

Happy holidays everyone!! 🎄

TW/Tags: Sweet times cause I sure love them- // kinda like a city festival going on lol // I took your concept and change it a bit I'm sorry boo ;-; // it took me so freaking looooooooong to do it XD I'm sorry- I was kinda hoping that this could be my Christmas gift to y'all ;-;

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Hot Chocolate Competition [Yandere!OCS x Reader - Headcanon]:

🍒Bullies🍭

→Alexandra Coldwell:

If I'm being honest, she probably would have reconsidered sharing the prize with her brother before she can consider going out with you instead. Alexandra entered the competition solely because she thought it would be fun, after all she isn't really the type to get herself dirty if it isn't for fun.

She wanted to win of course, but surprisingly she did have a lot of fun learning how to make hot chocolate, especially with her brother's help. Alexandra thought it would only make sense to take her brother as her company into this free wintery vacation, yet for some reason he didn't accept her offer.

Adrien felt satisfied with helping his sister as normally his cooking skills are generally unappreciated or ignored, although he appreciated how his sister wanted to pay back for his help, he was already happy with just being the one that got to teach her something new, since it's normally the other way around.

And besides- Free vacation packages are always so lackluster to him, if it isn't a five star service then why even bother? He could literally pay for better treatment than what the prize guarantees anyway.

Still, she wouldn't have accepted it if she didn't have someone in mind already. Yeah, yeah, she knows you probably won't like the idea of spending time with her, especially all alone in the cold.

But- Hey, I think you should give her a chance, after all, isn't this the time to forgive and forget? Maybe not completely forget, but I'm sure she'll do her best to make this the best trip for you, ever!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Adrien is known as the lazy one of the twins, the antisocial, the "mean one" (let's be honest, they're both evil but in different ways-), yet people tend to not give him enough credit for his accomplishments.

Him coming out as the winner of the competition may seem shocking to many but let us all remember that this isn't just his random luck, Adrien really did work his best to win and since he is already interested in making sweet treats for himself you can only imagine how hard he wanted to be recognized at least once.

The prize that he won was a vacation to a winter resort of some kind for two people, meaning him and anyone he would like to bring. Adrien considered bringing his sister, since he felt like it would be better for her to spend Christmas in a cabin with him than at home with... both of their parents and, may he dare say, ridiculous Christmas songs. Those damn, Christmas songs.

But Alexandra made sure to refuse his offer each time he tried to bring up, saying that the place was probably runned down and filthy and that she would never step inside a place like that- Alexandra also said that it wouldn't be fair to go with him since she didn't help him, and that this was something he won on his on, he deserves to enjoy it fully.

But what a dilemma, who would have the privilege of accompanying him to such a "special event"?

You, of course. Even if he knows you would rather be far away from him and get some rest from his constant torment, it's not like he would leave you alone at all lol-

Hey give him a break, will you? I'm sure you'll have a great time with him, he promises he won't do anything stupid while you two are there.

Just let him repay you for an entire year of entertainment, dearest.

🍎Teachers🥧

→Madeline Allen:

Madeline is normally very uninterested in competing with anyone, even if the prize sounds amazing. What made her stay and see more of the event was when she noticed you in the crowd, maybe you were with your friends, although she didn't really see anyone she recognizes as your friends there-

What made her participate and do her very best to win? It was when she noticed how most of the contestants seemed to have a suspicious interest in you, something felt weird in those stares they were giving you. She is a little suspicious about the intentions behind those stares, yet she has to recognize that whenever there is a shiny diamond radiating light, it's hard to not notice. It's obvious that they recognize how shiny you are, love.

It doesn't really excuse their clingy behavior towards you, but sure, she gets why they're doing this, or why they would enter this competition in the first place. All to get your attention apparently.

Honestly, she wasn't planning on entering this competition at all, but… Hmmn, how can she say this nicely- She doesn't like these people trying so hard to get your attention, specially with the prize being something that would give any of them the privilege of having you all by themselves, no dearest, she can't let them have you like that-

Besides! Wouldn't you prefer being with nsomeone that is actually looking forward to making you happy, instead of being stuck with brats, with troublemakers and… uhn- A cosplayer…?

Anyway, all of them are pretty eccentric with their own weird little charm, she is sure they'll be fine, especially far away from you- Believe me, she is so excited about this vacation! Forget about these guys, think about all of the things you two can do!

She is already thinking about what she'll bring with her, some cozy warm clothes, maybe her favorite fuzzy blanket, maybe some of her favorite movies, some rope, an tranquilizer-

Well, who cares about the details anyway?? She is just so excited, she can't wait to give you the best of her cookies!!

→Matthew Robinson:

Matthew is a really reserved individual. Being part of big events is simply not his thing, but it was because of you and that sweet smile of yours that brought him to this place. And well…. The smile stuck in the other contestant's faces… Not that they were even half as charming as yours, on the contrary, they seemed oddly sinister.

Mischievous by their very nature, all of these people seem to be somewhat interested in you, breathing in your presence like you're oxygen itself. Disgusting. For the first time in his life he feels pissed off enough to say he wants to see them drop dead- Not that he'll actually do anything, he is nothing like that.

All of these people seemed really interested in winning that prize and hopefully taking you with them, which of course he couldn't allow it, as your only protection from these fiends.

When he won, he was too dumbfounded to even notice the hatred looks that the other competitors were giving him. He really did win, didn't he? He couldn't believe he won!

For the first time in his life he didn't feel satisfaction that came from the competition itself being great, no, true satisfaction came when you accepted to go with him! That's the golden prize he never thought he deserved, yet feels so rewarding.

Don't worry dearest, he'll take care of everything that you need while you two are there, you'll be treated like the perfect little princess/prince you are, like the perfect doll.

Now he just needs to be sure on what to bring, this is probably the most excited he has been since he was a child!

🍋Delinquents🐍

→Janette Sartorius:

Janette isn't one for entering in these competitions just because, there needs to be a good reason for it, like helping them raise a good funding for some sort of charity, or ya know, impressing that one really cute person in your class. Yeah, really important-

Look, she has a lot of clown energy, she knows it, but being publicly humiliated is absolutely not her thing! And that means being either the loser or the winner, she doesn't know exactly what to say when she is put into such position-

Still, if it means giving you something nice, then sure! She'll take whatever she can, although she was focusing on gaining something like second/third place so she can get something small like a plushie or a basket of chocolate, anything that would be small yet really charming- Just like you!

When the judges announced her as the winner in first place, she couldn't believe it! No- Seriously, she couldn't believe it!! She tried to make sure her presentation would be nice but mild enough to not be considered a winner!! What the hell???

Even if the universe seemed to have betrayed her by making her be the one in front of so many people as she claimed her prize, she was once again blessed with luck, as her prize was something truly worth looking like a fool in front of so many strangers-

Of course she'll take you first! Why not?? It's not that weird, it's just pals being pals and inviting each other to cool trips, ya know?? Surely she isn't screaming inside at how cliche this all seems.

Look at her, NOT thinking about the huge amount of fanfiction she had ever read where there was only one bed! NOT her reconsidering not going because she can't handle the thought of there only one bed. She is totally fine, ya know? NOT thinking you'll hate her when you learn how much of a weeb she is-

She'll make sure that you have fun with her, but you'll probably catch her trying way too hard to impress you very soon- Please, talk with babe- In her brain there is only one neuron, and it's constantly banging its head in the walls of her brain screaming your name.

→Jackson Macnee:

Jack isn't really interested in these competitions, it isn't his thing, he wouldn't waste time on it unless there was something really, really important at hand.

And it seemed like today was the day to do anything that he could to not only enter such stupid competition, but to win it at all costs. It was when he recognized those familiar faces next to yours that he decided to enter it, but it was when he noticed all of the contestants, who were presumably strangers to one another, get somewhat riddled up about your presence.

Yeah sure, you're cute, you're pretty and yes you're perfect, but seeing half of the contestants being so… Clingy over you it's absolutely ridiculous-

What? You know all of them?? Or are you going to tell him that some of these imbeciles got this lovestruck immediately just by taking one glimpse at you? You would sound absolutely insane to him if you have chosen to tell him none of them, absolutely none of them are interested in you in any way- Especially those dumbass bourgeois blondies.

Jesus fuck, what type of luck is that? Having all these morons be so interested in impressing you by winning a prize for you? Sounds dumb to him, but still, if winning it's what takes to make these fools stop daydreaming about you then so be it. It's not that he really wants to impress you by giving the prize he won, he just wants to see the twins cry after noticing the cruel reality that they don't have you- Or that they can't get everything that they want, that could work too-

Jack is sure to seem calm and unbothered throughout the entire event, trying to sound happy that he won, and trying even harder to not make the laugh in the face of the rest of the competitors. But honestly, he wasn't expecting the prize to be so…. convenient? Really? A place where he can take you to be all alone with him while enjoying such a joyful season?? Yes, he'll gladly take it and make sure to shove in everyone's faces, not literally, but clear enough for everyone to get the message.

Although he is happy for his win, he doesn't really know what to do from there- The fact was starting to settle in when he rethought over and over again about the trip. Somewhere all alone with you, sounds really, well, like a dream, like a fantasy, unrealistic.

Jack will do what he does best, fake that he is calm while hiding the fact he is panicking at the thought of being this close to you. Again, he doesn't want you to know how much he wished for this. Whenever he acts like he doesn't care at all, he at least hopes you know you do mean a lot to him.

🍈A.I (non-binary/gender neutral)👾

→Yuma Soma:

Yuma was focused on winning the moment they entered the competition, however they didn't know what the prize would be until they actually won it. They were more interested in the competition aspect of this event than what they would gain with it, yet when hearing what the prize would be they were, well, confused-

What is so special about this whole "free vacation"? A cabin in the middle of the woods with nothing but snow? Pff- As if snow is even that cool for them to want to see it! Yeah, they know what snow is….. 100%...... yeaaaaaah.

Okay fine, they don't really know what it is. I mean- Sure they know the definition of it, and they have seen a bit of it in their game, although they bet that what they have seen isn't half like the real deal.

It may seem silly, but maybe this trip could be a great opportunity for them to be able to see it and feel it for the first time with you by their side. With you trapped inside the game or not.

Don't be so mean boo, they promise they'll behave this time! The biggest gift you can give them it's the wonderful time you two will share, then again, it's not like you can really do anything against it, right?

🍬Kitsune🦊

→Tatsumi:

To be honest, Tatsumi isn't one for entering these types of competitions unless the price is truly worth it. Money would be the first thing in his list of priorities, yet the idea of going into vacation on the holidays doesn't sound half as bad, ya know?

While walking around the city plaza with you, you two noticed the event happening and decided to take a look.

He wanted to try it out because it sounded fun, yet to actually win?? This feels amazing yet somewhat inappropriate to him, he didn't really consider the possibility of winning, that it almost feels like he would be taking something that he doesn't deserve.

And as he struggles to come out with any excuse as to why he can't take the prize, even though he could take it and give it to any of his friends, you decided to intervene and take the prize for him.

You already knew how Tatsumi felt about himself, you didn't know exactly what led to it but you did know about his constant breakdowns whenever he thought no one was looking. He did tell you about some of his issues but whenever he could he would fake it as being something dumb that you shouldn't worry about, but come on- You already know that is bullshit.

Tatsumi would feel better knowing you're coming with him, but he would still feel awkward knowing it's just the two of you, and it's not like he won't receive thousands of messages from all of his friends calling him out for not inviting any of them. It's not like they had anything against you, they just really liked messing with him over his massive crush over a you-

He may be a little sneaky perv bastard, but come on now- You know he will treat you right while you two are there, honestly he just wants to enjoy some change of scenery with his favorite person.

🍰CEO📏

→Ingrid Bright:

First things first, Ingrid is a serious woman owner of the biggest business empire in the country- Do you really think she has time for things like that? Cause either way, even if she lost, she could have- Built a winter resort just for herself if she wanted to go there so badly.

But who knows, maybe she found something charming about winning the competition and sharing the prize with you, it's… A bit more charming than her just bringing you to a place she paid for. Something about the novelty of winning something for you sounds really appealing, maybe even worth the trial and error, and again she doesn't really need it, so there isn't any harm in trying.

Although let's be honest, there is a slight possibility that the game was rigged to her favour considering her own status against the various competitors. What? It's not like she is aware of it, if anything she is just as clueless as every other person competing.

She probably does need some rest from the same boring office that she has to work in everyday, and bringing you with her may be the best part of it all! What do you say? Want to get some rest far away from the company?

Well, maybe not completely far away, considering she is your boss… But, maybe if Ms. Bright gets to relax for a while, she'll eventually soften up. You won't be in an awkward trip with your boss anymore, you'll be on a surprisingly nice vacation with a person you knew for a while but only got to truly know recently. She really hopes you don't see her as just your boss...

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

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chocolatetakoyakis · 4 years

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⚫️ BAKI THE GRAPPLER HEADCANON : HOW THEY FIRST ACTED AROUND YOU AND THEIRS FIRST THOUGHTS ⚫️

( Basically how you met aha )

BAKI HANMA :

You were a new student in his class, a foreigner, you’re here because of your father’s work

The teacher decided to place you next to Baki

This dork was sleeping when you entered the classroom and presented yourself so he didn’t even noticed you until the teacher yelled at him

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was your beautiful smile next to him

He apologized with a small brush in his face which made you laugh

Since it’s your first day, you hadn’t your books yet so he proposed to share his with you by bringing his table closer to yours.

Trust me he never followed a class like he did when you were here aha

Awkwardly ask for your name at the end of the class

Probably ask if you want to eat with him at lunch

💭 : This girl is really cute, I wonder what’s her name ? Damn it why was I sleeping !

JACK HANMA :

Ok first, sorry if you’re not but here you are very very clumsy and one day, you bumped into Jack Hammer in a tournament you were watching.

His didn’t even noticed you at first as he was very concentrated about the fight he was about to do

Everyone was so scared when he bows his head toward you

He found you so small and so cute that he didn’t even talk

You apologized to him like a normal person and you even asked him if he was ok which confused him because he was supposed to be the one asking lol

Seeing that he wasn’t answering, you decided to leave him after apologizing again and wishing him good luck for his fights

This interaction completely STRIIIIIIIIKE HIS HEART, he was blushing a little as he entered in the stadium.

After his fight ( that he won of course ) he was looking at the crowd to see you.

Maybe you’ll meet another time ;) probably in the same situation lol. He didn’t get your name but he would never forget your amazing F/c eyes full of kindness

💭 : This girl is so cute but why the hell is she asking me if I’m ok ? I don’t know why but I feels nice...

YUJIRO HANMA :

You two surely met at the bar you were working for months

All employees were scared about meeting him and asking his order, so you had to do it because you could see he was feeling impatient

You tried acting normal and not scared but you couldn’t help but jump each time he was talking

He was supeeeeeeeeeeer flirty “ Sir have you decided ?” “ Yes I am but unfortunately you’re not on the menu” wink wink

You’re his favorite bar maid and apparently your cocktails are the best he ever drunk

Will touch your ass each time you walk next to him and cause you a HUUUGE BLUSH

He is scary but attractive at the same time

Him trying to have everything free by seducing you “ Hey doll, If you give me 5 bottles of Rhum, I engage myself to make you scream of pleasure for the rest of the week”

💭 : Ow..The barista looks hot tonight, let’s see if I can get some

RETSU :

You two met at the mall in very a weird situation because you got stuck in an elevator

You were not alone but you were a little scared of his heigh and his rude gaze

Your thougt completely changed when he started helping a poor old lady who was panicking ans surely clostrophobic

You helped him since you’re not bad at calming people ans you two started to simpatize

You fonded him very nice ans caring behing his scary look

After the elevator probelm solved, you two talked for a while outside the mall

Since it was late, he escorted you to your appartment

You finally got his number and a date. you were super happy about it

He found it so cute ans wished you a good night

💭 : I never thought, i would met a girl like her today

SIKORSKY:

During his adventure in Tokyo, Sikorsky went to the store where you were working to buy foods

You didn’t noticed him until he came to you for paying his things

You almost lost yourself in his beautiful blue eyes, which were pretty rare in Japan and he smirked

As you were scanning his ramens, you two started to talk, i mean, he strated flirting with you hehe

ask for your name and even try to make you laugh which he did because of hs charming attitude

inside of him, he is glad that you didn’t understand he was a criminal, so you’re not really afraid expect about his heigh maybe

The guy behing him started to get angry because he was slowing you down and he was busy

The angry customer got a huuuuuuuge kick in the stomach which made him fly at the other side of the store, you were shocked as Sikorsky finished giving money to you

He leaved peacefully after giving you his name and a wink.

💭 : I’ll come back at the send of the week pretty lady ! I hope you’ll be here again !

KATOU :

This thug probably saw you in a famous nightclub in Tokyo

Was drunk for suuuuuuure

Hit on you the second your eyes met ans stay the whole night with you

Wanted you to finish in his bed but even if his compagny ws great, you didn’t

Is supeeeeer disapointed but don’t argue with you since he thinks he got feelings for you and not only lust

Using nicknames all the night because didn’t get your name ( you’re playing the mysterious young lady of the club aha ) like : Sexy, Doll, Hottie

Glare at everyone who look at you two when you’re dancing together

Is very proud because thanks to you he can make all the man of the club jealouuuuuuuuuuuus

Buy you the Taxi when you went home, he felt really sad because you didn’t tell him your name. The next morning, he noticed that during the party you took his phone and add your number in it :) He yelled in joy.

💭 : Wow ! Looks like going to the club with the guys was a super idea..Hi cutie !

HANAYAMA :

Our favorite Yakuza was smoking outside of his building when he saw you on the other side of the street

As he was watching you, he noticed your amazing presence and beauty

You’re a foreigner for suuuuuuure

As you walked peacefully with an ice cream in your hand, two thugs accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your ice cream on their outfits

They started to threaten you in front of everyone and nobody was moving to help you

Well expect Hanayama who saw the whole scene and apppeared right behind them as they were about to slap you in the face

He broke their hands before giving them a warning and let them go

He asked you if you were ok and proposed to buy you another ice cream and ask for your name

You finally spent an hour with him before he had to go for “ business” lol he got your number and never told you he was the most dangerous yakuza of Tokyo.

💭 : That woman surely needs help, how these fuckers dare threaten a lovely woman on my territory.

Guuuuuuuys I’m so sorry �� Doyle ans Katsumi were supposed to be there but I had no idea for them

#bakithegrappler #baki #bakifanfiction #bakiheadcanon #bakiimagine #baki hanma #jack hanma #yujiro hanma #doyle #katsumi #kato

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adamantiumdragonfly · 3 years

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FLORA!! :D okay, we know i am a latin nerd and casus belli becoming the name of your fic now just - OH GOSH I LOVE IT - really just incites that latin nerd inside me AND SO — maybe if this can be a talking point, latin/roman ideals and it’s influences in casus belli? latin has influenced so so much, especially today, AND SO, if that’s any bit of a talking point (especially with the deimos and their backgrounds!) THEN RUN WITH IT I AM READY TO LISTEN!! 💛

(I'm answering this on my treadmill while eating oh so on brand gummy snakes, so apologies for any typos.)

Okay, Shannon. Coming in with the hard hitting questions! Honestly, I love it though so thank you!

Okay the title came and hit me by surprise. When I first came across the phrase "Casus Belli" it was in a list of latin phrases that I was perusing to find a saying for a Zhanna moodboard. (Brevis ipsa vita est sed malis fit longior was the one I settled on for Zhanna) but along the way I found "Casus Belli".

I love the idea of the title being "justifying war" because that is what my characters are doing. They are trying to justify their presence in Europe and the blood that they are shedding.

I am more of a mythology nerd than a particularly avid scholar of Latin or Greek language so any ties are usually in name or concept. The Old Gods (Moros, Melinoe, and Enyo) are all Greek, adding to their feeling of outdated techniques and their history.

But the new agents, the new Deimos network has some of that Roman flavor: Felix, being among them. Deimos was trained, they are skilled, and they were meant to do this. The old gods didn't have much of a choice. And that is such an important distinction to be made between the old and the new agents that Casus Belli is about.

We have already seen some of the disdain Ginny has for the operatives of the previous war and I'm really interest to dive into that further. The old gods are associated with war and death, while the newer agents are personifications of certain ideals.

I'd love to take this chance and explain each Greek or Roman god/ddess. We do have a new(ish) agent who will be getting more attention this time around so I'm excited about that.

Let's start with the Deimos Network

Deimos : god of dread and terror. He follows his sister, Eris, and brother, Phobos into battle with their father, Ares. Now we all know Ares is the god of war. I picked Deimos specifically for his connection to Eris though the namesake network is a collaboration more than an individual.

Eris : I feel like I've said this a thousand times but we'll do it again anyways. Eris is the goddess of discord and strife. Homer equated her to the goddess of war, Enyo (Bellona in Roman mythos). Hold onto that for later, lol. Eris starts the Trojan war in her "Judgement of Paris". Pardon me while I find every excuse to put Ginny in Paris.

Keres : Female death spirits. while they were present during death and were drawn to the battlefield, they did not have the power to kill. There is a school of thought that connects Keres and Valkyries which I think is just so cool. Keres was an agent who didn't get a lot of spotlight in the first version of Virginia's story and I really didn't think I did her justice. She is heavily involved in this draft and I'm slowly falling in love with her. Speaking of justice...

Themis : justice lady herself. She's been described in the mythos as lady of good counsel and honestly, love that for Ida. Themis is the Titaness of justice and divine order. Ida is wrapped up in the concept of justice. Ida is a very driven character so having her be a powerhouse of such a heavy idea is just *chef's kiss*

Felix : Would this be a ALD/Casus Belli post without my favorite boi?? Okay, right off the bat, Felix is special. He isn't named after a god or titan. He is...Luck. Just luck. This started off as an endearing nickname, like ah an agent whose codename was literally luck. But then it evolved into his character and fits so well. I have it written into his backstory that after his first mission, Arturo was given the nickname, Felix because he was considered the OSS's good luck charm.

Adonis : This man. What a mystery, am I right? Aside from being the god of love and desire, he is a dying-and-rising deity which is a term, I'm not sure if you are familiar, that refers to a god resurrecting and becoming a different being. This is kinda big for Adonis's character. Just throwing that out there.

AND NOW....To the old gods, the main event, really.

Enyo : what a queen. I love her, I know you love her, Shannon. But why did I choose the name Enyo for our lovely, angsty friend? She is, at least to Homer, indistinguishable from Eris. While Eris is the goddess of strife, Enyo is just the personification of war. And what about our friend, Enyo, who as we have seen in Casus Belli, didn't have much of choice in joining the war?

Melinoe : I love this character more and more every time I write her. The actual goddess, Melinoe, is the bringer of nightmares, madness, and the restless undead (those who were never buried or given proper funeral rites). Bet she's fun at parties. Why I chose Melinoe for our little friend, S.G. will be discovered soon enough friends? But I must ask, who else shares those initials that we know of?

Moros : the god of doom and fate. This god was known to lead mortals to their impending fate. And what of this mysterious agent? What is he up to? Why is he named such a sketchy name and hasn't been included yet? Just you wait, my little poppet.

And that's all folks.

Send me an ask about Casus Belli!

#flora skye herself #virginia carroll #casus belli ask game #casus belli release day

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good-so · 4 years

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Freedom (1/?)

Nakajima Atsushi x Fem!Reader

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Atsushi admired you from afar for being a soft and happy person, with a passion for art. But he gets confronted with a much louder image of you than he had maybe hoped.

First part is from Atsushi’s perspective, but following chapters will be from the readers

-Part 1- - part 2 -

Word count: 1,402

A/N: Oh wow, first time posting a fic to tumblr! I am really curious if people will read this lol Let me know if you do! I am planning on making this a two parter, but the fics i write tend to spiral out of control so who knows lol.

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Atsushi had made a habit out of eating lunch in a park not too far from the ADA. The first time he had done so to escape a longer than usual quarrel between Kunikida-san and Dazai-san. The second time he had been there by coincidence; he had passed through the park after solving a case with Ranpo-san (or rather, Ranpo-san had solved the case right after arriving to the scene and Atsushi had felt rather useless).

Both times you had been there; you had caught his eye, out and about with your sketchbook. The third time he had gone, partly for the peaceful atmosphere and partly because he had wondered if maybe going to the park at lunch time was part of your schedule.

And so it was, and so it became part of his.

He told himself that going to the park had many other benefits, such as fresh air and that the walk was good for exercise, but he knew that you were the reason why he decided on making it an everyday activity in the first place.

He didn’t necessarily meant anything with it, he was just drawn to your soothing presence as you worked on your drawings. It wasn’t as if he had never seen any artists around in Yokohama, what intrigued him was the clear delight and fervency with which you worked.

He envied such passion; that could never be him. Atsushi found himself slowly becoming more of use to the people around him, but he still found it hard to say that he had purpose.

He wanted nothing of you, he much preferred just to watch you. In fact, the one time you had noticed him, he had been so surprised he had barely gotten any words out. He had given you his name, and when you had smiled brightly after he had complimented your work he had felt his face flare up.

Other than that you didn’t really interact.

Even so, he still looked forward to lunch. The general atmosphere had given him much opportunity to destress.

Not that he was necessarily stressed, but the ADA wasn’t really a place to relax. Eating at the cafe downstairs was somewhat of an escape, but Atsushi needed a place to go to by himself.

Today, you weren’t at the park. Even so, he had enjoyed his lunch. He couldn’t expect a person to have a perfect schedule after all, even if Kunikida-san might disagree with that.

Coming back to ADA he was immediately met with such disagreement.

Kunikida-san looked at him with a disapproving look from behind his desk

“Hey brat, if you are going to eat outside of the office, at least make sure you go back in time!”

“I’m sorry…,” Atsushi replied in a downtrodden voice. He genuinely tried to go back in time, but he never seemed to succeed in that. Maybe next time he ought to shoot for arriving 5 minutes too early.

“Ah, Atsushi-kun, perfect timing!” Dazai-san leaned far over his desk to see him. Kunikida let out a sharp ‘Tch,’, but seemingly returned to his work. “Rampo-san is having a meeting with a client, why don’t you accompany him for this job?”

‘Again?’ He thought, but when he turned his head towards the sitting area they used to meet with clients, he saw a familiar face.

“So, you want us to find who stole this book? Is that it?” Rampo-san say. “That doesn’t sound very exciting, why don’t you just go to the police?”

“We would prefer this matter was handled rather quickly,” It was the man that always accompanied you to the park. “We have reported the matter to the police, but I have heard your deductive ability to be far more efficient.”

“Well, you’re right about that,” Rampo-san still didn’t sound convinced. “But it sounds rather boring,”

It was at that moment Atsushi showed himself from behind the divider and made contact with your eyes. His heart skipped a beat as your expression visibly lit up.

“Nakajima Atsushi.” You said.

“Oya, oya?” Rampo-san said rather loudly, causing most of the people present in the agency to look his way. Atsushi felt very self conscious all of a sudden.

“That is your name, is it not?” You asked politely, slightly confused. You grabbed your bag and rummaged around in it. “I drew your portrait in the park,”

Atsushi knew he had turned bright red when she pulled out her sketchbook. “M-me? Oh, gosh, I um-”

“We are veering off topic!” The man had gotten quite agitated as he felt the situation wasn’t going his way. “I would prefer not to waste this time to-”

“If that’s the case, then I really don’t see why you can’t leave this case to me.” You said simply, nonchalantly putting your sketchbook back into your bag.

The man got up from his chair and briskly stepped towards you to stare you down in the eye. Atsushi could feel the intensity as a shiver down his spine. Rampo-san seemed to only be annoyed by the situation.

“And what makes you think I would leave something this important over to you?”

You pouted dramatically at his response. “And why not? I will be in the capable hands of the detective agency, you’ll get to take a break from watching me as well.”

The man let out an heavy sigh. Somehow, Atsushi got the feeling that these two people didn’t really get along too well. He felt like he was watching something that really wasn’t any of his business.

He averted his eyes from the scene and jumped when you go close and held his hand in both of yours.

“You’ll help me, won’t you?” You said sweetly. Atsushi squeaked.

“O-o-of course! Yes!” He had without knowing what he had agreed to and before even realizing he was being manipulated. But he had no time to think of that as you let out the sweetest little “Hooray” and he was smiling like an idiot, feeling rewarded for agreeing.

But then, he realized, he was surrounded by all the members of the agency who had come to watch the show.

“Fine,” The man sighed heavily. “I hope you know what’s in it for you if you screw this up,”

“Of course I do,” You answered in a low voice, but Atsushi noticed you had gripped his hand a little tighter.

‘Oh my god she is still holding my hand,’

“Well I don’t expect much,” He grumbled. ”Not that not much can be done with a bad luck charm holding you down after all.”

And with that the man went through the door, just as Kyoka-chan came back in. She seemed rather surprised at the scene before her.

‘Bad luck charm? What did that mean?’ Atsushi wondered, but the onslaught of teasing brought him back to reality once again.

“Oh my, Atsushi-kun!” Dazai wailed. “Have you found yourself sweet love with this lady over here?”

Atsushi jolted, “A-a-a-ah, I uhmm, Miss-?”

Your touch felt close to burning his hands, which were still tightly hold by you. So tightly in fact, that you wouldn’t let him tug away as you intently watched the door.

Atsushi was shocked to find that he recognized this look in your eyes. This careful look, that was counting the seconds till you were sure the man had in fact disappeared.

“Hey brat, explain yourself, who is this?”

“It’s the lady he goes to the park for, to make eyes at.” Kyoka-chan answered kunikida with disapproval; she had gone with Atsushi to the park before.

“What- Kyoka-chan! I don’t ‘make eyes’ at her!!” Atsushi burst out in self defense, but he still couldn’t bring himself to more forcefully attempt to pull his hands away.

His response had caught your attention and you looked back at him with much less of a gentle more cold expression than before and it scared him.

“Hmmm,” You pulled your hands away and closed your eyes.

“ah- err, Miss?”

You breathed in deeply and leaned your head back, as if you were about to say something very emotionally heavy. Everyone in the agency was silent as your arms shot up in the air and you opened your mouth.

“FINALLY! VIVA LA FREEDOM!”

’Hah??’

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-part 2-

#atsushi nakajima #atsushi #bsd #bsd x reader #atsushi x reader #bungo stray dogs #nakajima atsushi x reader #hc #headcanon #bungo stray dogs x reader #imagine #mine #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ @sasuhinabigflash2020 || Day Twenty-Seven: The Phone is Ringing ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

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Eyes shrouded by a strange pair of goggles, Sasuke focuses wholly on an object that rests on the workbench before him. At a glance, it seems to be little more than a broken piece of chainmail armor. But if one were to look more closely, they would see an ethereal shimmer to the metal that seems to move, like liquid.

Ever so carefully, he summons a small flame to the tip of his finger: a pure, bright white that would blind any eye gazing upon it.

...hence the goggles.

The lenses are dark, giving him a dimmed but clear view of his work. At his urging, the fire carefully warms and loosens the metal. Two ends of a broken link glow hot before he urges them together. A breath, chilled, then sees the metal bind seamlessly.

He’s been at it for hours now, time lost in the continuous flow of work. The rift in the armor was clearly a killing blow...and while pieces like this typically sell well when left in their original condition, this particular client wants it repaired.

Good thing he’s skilled with fire.

With another link done, he finally leans back atop his stool with a sigh, a hand pushing his goggles up and splaying his hair. With the light no longer present, the lenses fade back to clear. “Phew…”

Noting his change in focus, his phoenix flutters to his shoulder, trilling happily.

“Yeah, yeah...I know. Sorry for getting so caught up. It takes careful work to meddle with this stuff.” He sticks a hand into the mail, letting the links shimmer and shine in the light as they move. “Too bad I’ve no luck with terra, hm? Would make this a lot easier. But...I’m Ignitrion through and through, aren’t I?” His other hand lifts to brush fingers along the avian’s chest. “Thera’s never much liked me...though I can’t really blame them, all things considered.”

As his words cease, Sasuke then realizes that the phone in the front of the shop is ringing.

Blinking, he stands and lets his familiar ride with him, picking up the receiver and offering, “This is the Curiosities shop, how may I help you?”

“Oh...is this Sasuke?” a feminine voice inquires.

Hesitating only a moment, he replies, “It is indeed. How can I help you?”

“This is Hinata! I was...in your shop the other night…?”

Another blink. Ah yes, he remembers: the woman in a cocktail dress that came stumbling in at nearly closing to hide from something, or someone. Very odd, but also very...interesting. “Yes, I recall.”

“I was wondering if I could arrange an interview with you.”

“...with me?”

“Yes! I found your little shop so interesting and charming. I wanted to do a piece and maybe help bring you some more business!”

Opening his mouth to reply, Sasuke takes a moment to consider what that means. While he doubts any el’tahl would give him trouble, seeing only the facade he wants them to see...there may be others that see him and his shop out in the open and think to cause trouble.

...not that he can’t handle trouble.

“I...would appreciate it,” he then replies, tucking the phone into his shoulder as he starts making some notes on a nearby pad of paper. “I will admit things are typically pretty quiet outside of my more devoted clients. The front doesn’t see much traffic, but...well, such is the life of knick knacks.”

“Well, vintage things and refurbishing are all the rage these days,” Hinata chirps. “I’m sure if people knew about it, they’d love to dig through your collection and...find something they like!”

He can tell she’s not entirely sure how to sell it due to not quite understanding the appeal herself. Clearly the sort to prefer sleek and modern, not that he can blame her. Trends are trendy, after all. Maybe he can help her find a little appreciation for the little, old things. Forgotten things. “I’m sure you’re right. I’m here every weekday and half of Saturday, so just drop by any time. I’m very rarely busy, as I’m sure you can guess.”

On the other end of the line, he can practically hear her flustered blushing as he reaffirms her beliefs about his business she doesn’t want to voice aloud. “O...okay! Actually, I’m...free this afternoon. Which...is why I called.”

His lips quirk. “I’m appointment free for the rest of the day. Head down any time you like.”

“I can be there in…” A pause as she checks something. “...half an hour!”

“Half an hour it is. Travel safely, Hinata.” Hanging up the line, Sasuke mulls the conversation over. So, he’s to have a guest...and for the second time.

How best to approach all of this...because if she is el’tahl, then he’ll have to keep his lips zipped. His world isn’t one he can advise her to dig into too deeply in case trouble starts to follow her, as it so often does. In which case, he’ll stick to his peddler of antiques and collectables story to keep her none the wiser.

But something tells him there’s more to her than meets the eye. Her ears are round, as well as her pupils: much like the glamour spell he uses to hide his true aspects from any curious el’tahl who wander into his shop, just like she did. And he’s almost certain she isn’t hiding anything from him consciously.

Then what is telling his senses she’s not as she appears…?

Deciding to let the subject lie and prod her a bit more to find out once she arrives, Sasuke instead begins prepping for her visit. Or, at least he begins to until the bell at the door gives a tenuous ring.

...ah, he knows that sound. He has a guest...and one he should be worried about, given the tone of his bell.

Glancing to the door, he gives the person within it a cool look. “...and what do I owe the pleasure…?”

Hopefully this little snag passes quickly.

He’s not sure how to explain this to someone like Hinata.

Another follow-up piece! And yes, it’s a cliffhanger, BUT the next piece will be a sequel as well, so no worries! I should be able to finish it and day 29 tomorrow, as well as the last two free days. For those, I’m going to be switching things up a bit! But that’s a surprise ;3 Anyway, more of the modern fantasy verse! Seems Hinata is indeed planning to return to Sasuke’s odd little shop. But there might be more to deal with there than she expects :’D On that note tho, I am...very tired lol - had a busy day today. Thanks for reading!

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jaehyun-eclipsed · 4 years

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Before I Met You | One

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Pairing: NCT (Jaehyun, Lucas...) X Reader/OC

Genre: Romance, Angst, Coming of Age

Summary: Four. There were four people before I fell in love with you… Here are their stories.

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“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

I look up from my biology homework to see Seungwan turned around in her chair.

“Are you going to Winter Ball?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Are you going with Doyoung?”

“Uh,” I hesitate. “Yeah, as friends. We’re going in a group. Why?”

Her eyes shift down to the desk. “Um, I thought about asking him to go, but I wasn’t sure if you guys were already going together,” she says quietly.

Goddamnit.

I blink at her once before looking back down at my assignment, filling in an answer on my worksheet as if there weren’t any difficulties or complications with her thought.

“If you want to ask him, you can,” I say, nonchalantly.

Doyoung had been my best friend since the beginning of high school. We met in elementary school, but ended up going to different secondary schools before reuniting in high school. No one knew that Doyoung was actually gay – except for me and our friend, Taeyeon. And that came as quite a surprise as I had been convinced that he had a crush on me since we resumed our friendship in high school.

The strange thing was that because everyone knew we were such good friends, my female friends had a habit of coming up to me to tell me they had a crush on him. (This is in addition to everyone thinking we secretly like each other, but that’s a different issue.) But wanting to respect Doyoung’s secret, I acted as if his admirers’ desires had a chance of being attained. It was an interesting line of being honest and maintaining one’s loyalty. Given the sensitivity of the issue, it was Doyoung’s secret to tell – not mine.

“I’m kind of scared to ask him,” she admits.

“You could always just ask him to dance even if you don’t go with him as a formal date,” I say, keeping my focus on my assignment.

“Yeah, maybe,” she ponders. “Anyway, what’s your plan for the dance? Can I come with you even if I don’t go with Doyoung?”

“Sure. We’re going to dinner at a Japanese place at 5:30.”

“Okay, I’ll probably come with you. Who else is going?”

“Hana and Hyojin.”

Doyoung returns to his seat next to me a short moment later.

“So what’s the plan for next Saturday?” I ask him.

“I’ll come to your place at eleven and we can try to get most of the presentation done. I’ll leave at like three so you can get ready and then I’ll come back and pick you up at five.”

“Sounds good,” I say. “Two hours should be enough.”

He smirks. “I mean, I need to get ready, but I need like… twenty minutes.”

I roll my eyes at him and turn back to my work as he puts his headphones back in to continue watching a movie. Doyoung and I had finished the day’s homework early. Mr. Lee was pleased with our performance so Doyoung would watch movies while I attempted to do other work. Though, I often got distracted and joined him a few minutes later.

The bell rings, signaling the end of math. Seungwan waits for me by the classroom door while I pack up my belongings so we can walk to history together. We typically take a back route along a gravel path on the side of the History and Literature building to get to the front. Of course, I had slightly other motives behind originally suggesting that path.

We exit the building and start walking towards the gravel path, greeting our classmates going to math.

“Have you decided what you’re going to wear?” Seungwan asks.

As we approach, I see Lucas and his friends, Sicheng and Seulgi, coming from the opposite direction. I glance at Lucas to find him already looking at me.

Oh…

Lucas Wong was your typical eye candy – really attractive, kind, charming, and part of the popular crowd. He was half Thai, half Chinese, and most of the girls had a crush on him at one point or another.

Surprisingly, I was also one of the girls who developed a crush on him. I say surprisingly because I didn’t like the guy at first. I thought he was arrogant and conceited given that he had once made a spectacle of himself just before one of the school dances, reveling in the attention he received from the girls vying to be his date; you could tell he knew he was attractive. But my initial impression changed last year when we ended up sitting next to each other in my biology class and became pretty good friends. When you got to know him, he wasn’t really like that at all.

Interestingly, I started to think that he liked me because he came up and grabbed me from behind to scare me when I was running an experiment during class. And according to my friend, Siwoo, Lucas would frequently talk about me during their history class. I had wanted to go to prom with him last year, but he was out of town that weekend.

Ever since then, I’d had an on and off attraction to him. After we returned from Winter Break, I found the feelings for him had returned. Though, I suppose they had never truly left. He was nice and always wanted to share music with me.

“Um,” I begin, distracted by my awareness of Lucas’s gaze. “I have this uh, navy blue dress I bought last year for uh, prom before I um, decided to wear something else. How about you?”

I hope what I said was coherent…

I keep my gaze in front of me, trying to feign indifference. Unfortunately, that only lasts a moment. My eyes widen in horror when I feel Lucas’s arm lightly brush against mine as we pass each other. I attempt to quickly regain composure, hoping that Seungwan didn’t catch my momentary pause right in the middle of the pathway. Taking a breath, I try to force myself to bring my attention back to her.

He brushed right up against me.

I don’t hear what she says. Though, I think she said something about a teal dress.

What was that?

I blink, my mouth slightly agape, trying to form a response.

“That… should be nice!” I manage to choke out.

We walk into our history class and wait for our teacher to reprimand lecture us on finishing our essays, but I don’t hear a thing she’s saying.

He must have done that on purpose. There was plenty of room for that not to happen.

Ugh! Everything is so complicated!

Forget it, I’ll just look hot at the dance. That’s obviously not going to get me what I want, but I’ll at least get to see him. So that’s fine.

Before starting my homework that night, I open my laptop and log onto Facebook.

Oh, good, Hyojin is online.

Me: What are you doing?

Hyojin: I’m watching Running Man instead of doing homework

Me: Shouldn’t you be doing your homework so that you don’t have to stay up tonight? You didn’t come to school today

HJ: I know

HJ: I just had to catch up on everything. I’m so behind

Me: 😔

Me: Are you going with us next Saturday?

HJ: To the Japanese place? Yeah! 😊

Me: Okay, we’re meeting at 5:30

HJ: I’ll be there!

HJ: So… how’s it going with Lucas? 😉

Me: Exactly the same as it always is… I don’t know if he likes me. It seems like he does because he’s always staring at me. Like today when I was walking to history on that side path, he was already looking at me when I looked at him and then he…brushed his arm against mine!

Me: But that path is narrow! It could happen to anybody, so I don’t think it’s all that significant of anything

HJ: He brushed his arm against you? That’s weird. I feel like he does like you…

Me: This is stupid, but I really want to dance with him at winter ball…

HJ: Then do it!

Me: Lol because that’s really going to happen

Me: What am I supposed to do? Go up to him and ask?

Me: Yeah, lol, no

HJ: Yeah!! Go up and ask him!

Me: Yeah, I’d rather drop a hammer on my foot

HJ: Ok so what will you do instead?

Me: Uh…maybe I’ll just stand near him the whole time and then hope that when a slow dance comes on that he sees me and does that head nod thing and asks

HJ: How is that going to work?

Me: It’s not lol

HJ: Just ask!!!!

Me: No!!

HJ: Why not?!

Me: Because I’m scared!

HJ: What if he doesn’t ask you?

Me: It’s not like I’m expecting him to ask me!

HJ: Well, I still think you should. Anyway, I need to finish my essay, so I’ll talk to you later!

Me: How much do you have left?

HJ: I’m almost done! I only need a few hundred more words.

Me: Alright, good luck! I’ll talk to you later!

HJ: Bye!!

I stare at the Facebook homepage, distracted by my thoughts rather than focusing on the history worksheet sitting in front of me.

This is so pathetic. You’re obsessed over a stupid boy. All you really have to do is go up and ask him, but you’re scared, so you’re not gonna do that.

I stand on the side of the dance floor, watching all of the couples slow dancing together, passively listening to my friends’ laughter. I turn my head to see Lucas standing near the edge of the dance floor looking at me. He extends his hand out and flicks his head back, inviting me to join him. I raise an eyebrow and shrug, opting to walk over to him and take his hand, joining him in a slow dance.

I rub my forehead and sigh in frustration, rolling my eyes at my own fantasy.

That’s literally one of the dumbest things you’ve come up with.

The following Monday, I wake up go to zero period at seven in the morning and walk to biology shortly afterwards. After class starts, our teacher steps out of the classroom briefly, leaving us to busy ourselves with studying or other homework. Feeling bored, I get up to find my way into our greenhouse and find another student taking measurements of her plants. We greet each other as I peruse the rest of the projects. In my periphery, I detect movement of someone walking from the parking lot and look up to see Lucas looking at me. He waves.

Ah, right on time. He’s ten minutes late – as always.

I wave back and shift my gaze, pretending to be intrigued by the plants as he walks past the greenhouse and towards the back entrance of the building. My head snaps up when I hear a gentle knock on the greenhouse windows. He gestures towards the locked door, silently asking for me to come open it. I nod my head in acknowledgement and proceed to walk out into the hall to let him inside.

“Thank you,” he says.

I press my lips together into a small smile and nod, quickly turning around, the heels of my boots clicking with each step as he follows me.

“Hey, Y/N?” Doyoung calls as I step back into the classroom.

“Yeah?”

“Can you read over this essay?”

“Sure.”

He hands me his essay and begins chatting with the other students around us. I glance at the back of the room towards Lucas. Our class was small; most of the seats in the back were empty. Plus, Seulgi and Yang Yang weren’t here and I realize I could easily excuse myself to sit in one of the seats in front of Lucas and act like I just wanted fewer distractions. I did want to ask him about his possible attendance to the dance. This would be a good time.

I stand up and look at the back of the classroom, pretending to check for an empty seat, already knowing that there are several in the row in front of Lucas.

“Where you going?” Doyoung asks.

“Just to the back so I can read this without any distractions,” I lie.

I make my way over to the seat directly in front of Lucas and proceed to read the essay, making various marks.

When you finish, just turn around and ask him about what he’s working on.

Just as I finish reading the last sentence, I hear a voice behind me.

“Hey, Y/N, can you help me with something?”

Well that was easier than I thought it’d be.

I turn around in my chair to face Lucas. “Yeah?”

“What do I have to put on the cover page for our thesis?”

Everyone was scrambling to finish the dreaded senior thesis: a four thousand-word research paper that each student completes over their last two years of high school. They were due tomorrow. Honestly, the hope is that we’d pass with the minimum of a D.

“Uh, the title, your name, the school’s name, address of the school, date… I think that’s it.”

“Like this?”

He flips his laptop around for me to look at the cover page. A quick glance tells me that the arrangement and spacing is all wrong.

“No, rearrange it so that the title is first,” I begin. “Then ten spaces down should be your name, then the school’s name, school’s address, and date.”

“Okay. Thanks. What am I going to do? My paper is so long,” he says, exasperated.

“Lucas, mine is thirty-five pages. It’s fine.”

I look at the empty seat next to him and instinctively get up to maneuver behind him to sit down.

“Oh, okay, that’s good. Mine is already five,” he responds.

Five?

“It’s only a thousand words and it’s already at five pages,” he says.

I gawk at him. Does… does he realize that he needs to write three thousand more words by tomorrow?

I watch as he scrolls through the document; he has a cover page, a blank abstract, a blank table of contents, and a couple pages of actual text. I feel myself growing increasingly unimpressed.

I’m just… I guess I expected nothing less.

“Does this look okay?” he asks.

That’s a blank abstract and table of contents and you’ve literally written a thousand words.

I have to refrain from laughing. While he was kind and attractive, he wasn’t the smartest nor the hardest working student – and everyone knew it. No, it wasn’t okay and there were multiple corrections that had to be made given that this was due tomorrow and I seemed to be freaking out more than he was.

Now, I was blunt, but I wasn’t rude.

“Well, it needs to be double spaced and you need to add your table of contents…” I say, skirting around the question.

I give him further instructions on how to format his title page when I remember my true intention for sitting by him. I already knew he was likely going – he never missed a dance. But I wanted to be sure. Perhaps I’d get my chance.

“So are you going to Winter Ball?” I ask hesitantly, keeping my gaze on his laptop screen.

“Yeah, I just have to wait to buy my ticket with my partner.”

Partner? Like a date?

“Partner?” I ask.

“Yeah, Seulgi. She doesn’t want to go.”

Lucas and Seulgi were… best friends – for lack of a better term. It was very obvious that Lucas had a crush on Seulgi in our first year of high school. I used to be better friends with her and would see text messages between them. He called her “Juliet” – implying that he was her Romeo, I suppose. Though, I wasn’t quite sure how he felt about her now. Everyone thought that Seulgi liked Lucas, but for whatever reason, she wouldn’t date him. So they just remained very close friends, even though you could tell that he would get jealous any time she went on a date with another guy and that she reveled in the attention.

“She doesn’t?” I ask, confused.

Seulgi always wants to go to the dances. She was the one who was trying to convince me to go our first year and I still didn’t go.

“Yeah, she said she would go if I bought her ticket.”

What…? So are they going together? Like, together, together? He said ‘partner’ and not ‘date.’ But that often sort of means the same thing. And he’s buying her ticket…?

“Oh…” I remark.

“Yeah, are you going?” he asks.

“Yeah, I got my ticket from Hyojin. She won a set and sold it to me at half-price.”

“That’s nice! You get it cheaper.”

“Yeah…”

God, I want to dance with you and I want to go with you, but that’s not going to happen. Nobody really does formal dates for Winter Ball unless you’re in a relationship anyway…

“Are you guys going anywhere before the dance?” I ask.

“Uh, we might go to dinner. What about you?”

“Yeah, I’m going to dinner with some friends.”

“Oh nice! I’ll see you at the dance then!”

Sounds like the most I’ll get is seeing him there. That’s all I realistically expected anyway...

The remainder of the class period continues with the two of us making occasional small talk and him asking me for further thesis instructions. Seulgi and Yang Yang never came to class. So I was fortunate enough to have him all to myself for the hour.

The week went by quickly with everyone hurrying to submit their theses and other senior-year related projects. Though, with Winter Ball fast approaching, most of us were finding it difficult to have any motivation.

At the end of the week, I log onto Facebook, eagerly looking for the green dot next to Hyojin’s name before clicking on it and typing a message to her.

Me: I thought I wasn’t going to make it through this week

Hyojin: Me too! But tomorrow is winter ball! I’m so excited!

Me: Me too! I’m gonna look hot

HJ: Oh! What are you wearing?

Me: This navy blue dress I bought last year that I thought about wearing to prom

HJ: Oh okay. Yeah, I’m just going to wear that leopard print dress I wore earlier this year. It makes me feel sexy!

Me: Sweet. We can both look hot and it’s going to be great

Me: So I talked to Lucas today about winter ball…

HJ: You did? What did he say?

Me: Well, I asked him if he was going and he said he was, but he had to buy a ticket for him and his partner

HJ: Partner?

Me: Yeah, Seulgi. Apparently she wouldn’t go unless he bought her ticket for her?

HJ: He has to buy her ticket for her to go? That’s so rude of her!

Me: That’s what I thought. But why did he call her his ‘partner’? That’s different than a date, right?

HJ: I don’t know… I would think so. If Seulgi was his date, why wouldn’t he just say ‘date’?

Me: That’s true…

HJ: Did you ask him about prom?

Me: No, I didn’t think about it

HJ: Y/N!! I could strangle you! How could you not ask?!

Me: I don’t know! I didn’t think about it! It’s fine. Nothing is going to happen anyway!

HJ: I guess…

Me: So are you going to ask Doyoung to dance tomorrow?

Hyojin was another one of my friends that had a crush on Doyoung.

HJ: I don’t know… I kind of just want to have fun with my friends and dance!

Me: Yeah, I agree. Tomorrow will be lots of fun! We’ll go to dinner and then dance the night away. It’ll be great!

HJ: So are you going to ask Lucas to dance?

Me: No! I told you, it’s not going to happen! I just had that dumb fantasy I told you about the other day

Me: And since it’s a fantasy, it’ll never come true. The end!

HJ: I think you should just ask

Me: That’s okay. I’ll just let my dream be a dream. Anyway, I need to do my nails so I’ll see you tomorrow! 5:30!

HJ: Okay! Can’t wait! Bye!

I sit in my room and play some background music as I paint my nails with a sparkly blue varnish to match my dress. My thoughts keep lingering back to Lucas. I feel pathetic. Though, I was acting like anyone else who had a crush so it wasn’t completely deplorable.

What’s the point? This stuff never happens except in the movies. Just go have a nice dinner and have fun with your friends. That’s all you can ask for.

Ha ha, yeah, but let's be honest, we all know you're going to stand by him the whole time hoping your fantasy comes true anyway.

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