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lebenspurpur · 3 years

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headcannons that just make sense

|Michael|

⇝ Michael loves children. He wouldn't want any himself but he enjoys watching them since Michael loves their natural lively imagination.

⇝ He loves candy, especially gummies and candy corn.

⇝ Michael enjoys reading. He is a quiet person and very intelligent. Reading is one of his favorite hobbies to gain knowledge.

⇝ Michael definitely broke through the floor in the old Myer's house before.

⇝ Michael likes cats, surprisingly. He doesn't understand the idea of pets but cats are so independent and quiet. He tries to copy their moves a lot.

⇝ This man literally doesn't have an ounce of social intelligence. Small talk with him would be so uncomfortable and awkward. He doesn't know how it works.

|Vincent|

⇝ Vincent is stronger than Bo.

⇝ He secretly despises the mask. His mom technically made it for him to make Vincent understand that he looks like a freak. He wishes he'd be more confident and could live without it.

⇝ Vincent loves Bo with all his heart even if he's a narcissistic asshole.

⇝ Vincent is scared for Lester a lot. Since he's younger Vincent wants to protect him.

⇝ Vincent wants to learn an instrument. Piano would be his favorite but violins are a close second place.

⇝ Vincent secretly adores being with both of his brothers, even if one bullies him and the other one reeks.

⇝ Vincent doesn't like his father. They never had a close relationship.

⇝ The things Vincent has done for the aesthetic of them... God..

|Bo|

⇝ Bo would actually sacrifice himself for both of his brothers.

⇝ He feels bad about treating Vincent like he does but his pride is too big for him to apologize.

⇝ Bo doesn't actually know how to repair cars but he's learning.

⇝ Bo wishes he could draw like Vincent.

⇝ He is very lonely sometimes, alcohol is his best friend in these times. He's high-key alcoholic.

⇝ Bo was the child in elementary school that brought a knife to class.

⇝ He had a teacher that realized his abuse and subsequent aggression. She protected him and he saw her like a mother.

⇝ Bo sometimes wants to leave Ambrose and just discover what lays beyond his beloved America.

|Lester|

⇝ Lester loves Halloween, he makes the twins go trick or treating with him. Since nobody opens the door (what a surprise), he buys candy himself and places filled bowls all over town.

⇝ Lester has a very close relationship with Vincent. He stands up for him when Bo gets too harsh.

⇝ As a child he used to sleep in Vincent's bed when he had a nightmare.

⇝ Lester believes in true love which is absolutely adorable.

⇝ Lester has had emotional deep talks with his dog, Jonesy.

⇝ Lester was the child that actually loved his parents, he misses them a lot.

⇝ He used to run to the forest and looked for fairies and goblins as a child.

⇝ Lester likes to watch Vincent draw, it calms him when he's stressed.

|Otis|

⇝ Otis would never tell them but he loves his adoptive family, the Firefly family, so much.

⇝ He's sure that if they hadn't found him he'd be dead by now. Either because of drugs or suicide.

⇝ Otis secretly wants a dog.

⇝ He is very intelligent and if he tries he can actually be impressive when it comes to stating his opinions and beliefs.

⇝ Otis daydreams daily how his life would've worked out if he was "normal".

⇝ He overthinks his actions a lot. He doesn't feel bad about them but he analyzes the mistakes so they won't happen again.

|Baby|

⇝ Baby has had days where she just laid in bed and cried. She isn't always as happy as everyone believes.

⇝ Baby was very insecure about her body as a teenager. The other girls bullied her which led to quickly decreasing confidence.

⇝ Baby is very glad to have Otis as a brother, he's her ultimate idol.

⇝ Baby is scared by horror movies. She's not squeamish but she gets scared easily, especially when the subject's demons or supernatural horror.

⇝ Baby fell in love with a girl in her school once. Unfortunately it was a bully of hers.

⇝ Baby forced Otis multiple times to go and buy pads for her.

|Billy|

⇝ Billy is a little geek and we all know it.

⇝ Definitely a gamer though back in his time, video games just started developing.

⇝ Billy has comfort characters without knowing what that means.

⇝ He has thought about making out with Stu before.

⇝ Billy is a very emotional person even if he doesn't show it in public. The only one who has seen the emotional side is Stu.

⇝ Billy wants to dress more alternative but that'd ruin his "perfect disguise". He'd love some leather boots and dark eyeliner.

|Stu|

⇝ Stu is sure that he's bisexual though he hasn't outed himself yet. His closet is made out of glass let's not lie here.

⇝ Stu is actually a very empathetic character which is why Billy loves him so much.

⇝ Stu loves everything that involves rollercoasters, he's an adrenaline junkie.

⇝ He either has ADHD or ADD.

⇝ He is actually pretty tolerant with a lot of stuff. He'd definitely wear nail paint and a skirt, sure. He's all against toxic masculinity.

⇝ His room is so fucking messy.

|Brahms|

⇝ Brahms has porn magazines hidden in the walls.

⇝ Brahms really likes gardening. He's a huge fan of planting his own stuff.

⇝ He is terrified of wild animals. This man is literally scared of wolves even though that's the last thing that'd attack him.

⇝ Brahms doesn't like fire all that much. He usually sits far away from it.

⇝ If he had a camera he'd totally take creepy stalker pictures through the walls.

⇝ He knows how to cook, surprisingly. Though he himself lives off of toast and tea.

⇝ He isn't stupid but his intelligence mainly bases on literature. He couldn't solve a simple equation yet he knows "Romeo and Juliet" like he wrote it.

⇝ Brahms hates sports. Especially running. He will throw himself on the ground after two minutes and whine.

|Josef|

⇝ Josef either lives vegan or vegetarian.

⇝ He wishes he had a pet. He'd love a cat or a dog.

⇝ Josef actually loved his parents even if they didn't have a close relationship. They passed away which is why he has so much money.

⇝ Bisexual king. I mean come on, he wanted to seduce Aaron as well as Sara.

⇝ He knows a lot about healthy eating. Fresh vegetables as well as fruit are a must in his house.

⇝ He doesn't actually have a house, he rents apartments or tiny houses for a few months and then leaves again.

⇝ He wanted to study medicine when he was a teenager. His grades were good enough as well.

|Thomas|

⇝ Thomas loves animals a lot. He wishes he wouldn't have to slaughter them sometimes but at the time he didn't have a choice.

⇝ While he despises school he loves gaining knowledge. If it wasn't for the bullies he'd gone back to school.

⇝ He hums lullabies to himself while he works.

⇝ He has thought about killing Hoyt yet he knows that he isn't allowed to kill family.

⇝ Tommy never had the chance to understand what's so wrong about cannibalism. He kind of gets it though.

⇝ Thomas has a huge artisanal intelligence. He can craft very well, as well as repair things.

⇝ He makes little dolls and toys when he's not busy.

⇝ He too wishes he had a pet with fur so he could pet it.

⇝ He has stamina like an ox. Thomas is probably able to run for hours.

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starrygalaxy04 · 3 years

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Songs That Remind Them of You (MLQC Headcannons)

Victor

Don't Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John)- Victor is a sucker for romantic-style music, and this song is no exception. He can't help but imagine dueting this song with you whenever it plays softly in the background while he's making your favorite caramel pudding.

Adore You (Harry Styles)- He would never admit it, but this man just wants to shower you in affection. His favorite moments are when he gets to hold you in his arms and he can just gaze at you with the insane amount of joy, admiration, love, and unfiltered affection that only you get to see. He's been searching for you for a very long time, and he's going to cherish every second of being with you.

Still the One (One Direction)- He would never admit he ever listens to this song because like hell is anyone going to find out that he listens to boy bands, but this song's lyrics strike all the right chords with him. He loves the message it sends because its the very message he will always reiterate to you when you feel like you're not enough or he could do better. Its you, its always been you.

Lucien

Dark Side (Kelly Clarkson)- This man has a hard time knowing that you love him and are blissfully unaware of the monster that lurks just below the surface. He often finds himself wondering if you would still love him if he were just Ares, or if you would leave after you found out all of the things he had done for the sake of progress. But every time you wrap your arms around him or smile at him, all those worries melt away because he feels true emotion when he looks at you.

Its Gonna Be Me (NSYNC)- He knows that anyone in this world can have you, and it would kill him if you chose anyone else besides him. So he wants to make absolutely sure that he will never even have to think about letting his beautiful butterfly go. He is forever yours, and you will be forever his, even if it takes an eternity for that to happen.

Line Without A Hook (Ricky Montgomery)- This song mainly applies after Lucien no longer remembers MC, because I feel like it accurately describes how he feels. He knows MC doesn't trust him and is purposefully being distant, but at the same time the feelings that the other him felt are slowly trickling in and before long he's wishing that he could fix whatever it was that was tearing MC up so bad inside. And he knows that as he is, he's no good for you. But that doesn't mean that he isn't going to ignore the voice of reason in his head like the other him did and try his hardest to be what he once was for you.

Kiro

Fight For This Love (Cheryl)- Kiro knows that with him being a huge pop idol that sometimes the pressure gets to you. And he wants you to know he is always there and will be there next to you to fight through the thick and thin. He always wants to be with his favorite person ever, and will do whatever it takes to make sure that you're okay and he can be there to experience everything life has to offer with you, and to assure you that you are worth it.

100% Pure Love (Crystal Waters)- True to the name of the song, everything that Kiro feels (well almost everything, if you get what I mean) comes from the purest parts of him. He always wants you to be the happiest you can, always making sure that you have a bright smile on your face. And he knows what you two have is something people could only dream of, and having you in his arms is the best thing that ever happened since he met you again at that convenience store.

Price Tag (Jessie J)- He knows that when you two are together, nothing else matters. He knows you're not with him just because he's Kiro the superstar, but because he's Kiro. The bubbly 22 year-old who has an affinity for sweets and puppies with an adventurous streak. And he knows that if you two are next to each other, you wouldn't need anything else to have a good time.

Gavin

Treasure (Bruno Mars)- Honey, you are the center of this man's universe. He had treasured you since the first day he laid eyes on you, and wanted nothing more than to be by your side. And now that he is, he is over the moon. He may not be able to shower you in lavish gifts like some of the others, but every single moment you two spend together more than makes up from it, whether its a picnic under the stars or a midnight flight.

What A Man Gotta Do (The Jonas Brothers)- This brings back some of his older memories, back from the high school days. He was so shy when it came to you, and he never even knew how to approach you the majority of the time. So he always watched from the distance, wondering what he could do to get you to notice him. The song allows him to reflect on those cringey memories with a smile, and let him enjoy the fact that you were his, even after all that had happened.

Loving You Tonight (Andrew Allen)- This man can't wait to come home and just lay in your arms, or have you lay in his arms. His favorite moments are the ones of pure domesticity, things he never saw between his mother and father when he was younger. It feels so pure and freeing, and just so right. He loves every moment of it, and wouldn't have it any other way.

Helios

Popular Monster (Falling in Reverse)- While Helios is indeed a person, Helios is somewhat of a character that Kiro is playing. Its the side of him that he can't show to the world. He has killed people to protect others, to protect you, and in that way, he's exactly as the title reads, a popular monster.

Therefore I Am (Billie Eilish)- As Helios, he knows that everything relies on technique and execution, so he has completely shut out emotional functions for the most part, except when he's around you. But because Kiro is such a good actor, its very hard to tell. He knows that he's that bitch, and is not afraid to prove it, being blunt about literally everything. But he also knows that you have the perseverance of a God, to the point that its stupid, but as you build the confidence that comes with the identity of your Evol, he sees you growing in a way that he could have never taught you as Kiro.

Cigarette Duet (Princess Chelsea)- Helios knows that he can't associate with you as much as when he was Kiro because Black Swan is a bitch, but one thing he always wants to make sure is that you haven't fallen down and devolved into bad habits. The one thing that didn't leave Helios was his ability to care specifically about you, and even thinking that you would get into a habit that would harm yourself makes his blood boil. So he always makes sure you've remained drug-free and that you see him just enough that it won't get him in trouble and can give you comfort.

Shaw

No Roots (Alice Merton)- Shaw's idea of you is something much like how Victor saw you in the beginning. Someone who thrust themselves into something way over their head and now had to deal with the consequences of it. The only reason he believed you was because he knew of things (the man has his ways) and decided to help you because he found you just interesting enough that he thought it might be fun. But he found himself envying the fact that you didn't have a past in this world, and that you were free to do whatever you pleased without a reputation preceding you. He didn't like the fact that it caused you pain, but thanks to his asshole of a father the idea sounded a little too good to him.

Sad Girl (Lana Del Rey)- Shaw often found you moping around at first, mourning the fact that you had lost everything. But in the end, he was the one who helped you get over it, getting you back to your normal self. He still catches glimpses of that depressed look in your eyes, and always makes sure to lighten up on the teasing when he does see it. He never got the chance to be a kid and grow up properly, so he couldn't fathom exactly how hard it was for you. But he still tried.

White Tee (CORPSE)- We all know Shaw would be more into the punk style, and his music taste is no exception. He likes listening to mostly emo style music, and dabbles into a little bit of everything when he feels like it. However, this song mixes together his anger at the world for giving him such a shit childhood and the fact that with you he feels like he can start fresh. Because even though everyone else falls into the same category with him, you were different, and he wanted to explore that kind of different.

#mlqc kiro #mlqc headcanon #mlqc shaw #love and producer #mr love victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc helios

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krreader · 4 years

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untraditional.

pairing: gryffindor!kim namjoon x slytherin!reader fandom: bts ; harry potter warnings: non idol!au ; hogwarts!au ; mentions of sex genre: crack ; fluff ; smut word count: 2.1k+

summary: after the battle of hogwarts, the school decided to bring the rivalry houses closer together. every year, you would get a partner from your rival house and this year, you really hit the jackpot.

a/n: hiiii @namucries, idk how this idea formed, I literally just started writing and I am so happy with it. like I actually really love the plot? lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy it bb!!!

After the battle of Hogwarts, the school decided that they needed to make some changes. Not just in regards to fortification and the likes, but to how they ran the school.

This ever growing rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor couldn’t continue any longer. If it hadn’t been like this from the beginning, then maybe this whole Draco and Harry situation could have been avoided and then maybe things would have been different.

And so the professors had decided that each year, you’d be assigned a partner from a “rivalry” house. That was true for Slytherin and Gryffindor, but not so much for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They didn’t mind this nearly as much as you and your peers.

It was a huge deal every year. Who would be your rival partner that you were stuck with for the rest of the year? Would you be lucky and at least score some eye candy or would you be stuck with a wizard or witch that could barely hold their wand up straight? It was a surprise every year.

“I can’t believe this,” your best friend shook her head as she walked out of McGonagall’s office, “This is the fourth year in a row they’ve assigned another girl to me. I thought that now that I’m finally old enough..-“

You let out a snort, “You do know that there’s plenty of fish to catch in our own house, right?”

“Yeah, but where’s the thrill in that?” she let out a sigh and leaned against the wall, nudging her head to the door, “Fingers crossed you’re luckier than me.”

You didn’t care much about your partners. You’ve managed to avoid all previous ones on most occasions with lame excuses such as: “I’m sorry, I feel really bad today” or, “I’m so busy today, let’s study together some other time.” Most of them cared as little for you as you did for them, so it never caused an issue. Except for last year, when the guy that you were assigned to developed a crush on you and found out that you were spending your time with other Slytherin boys, rather than with him. He told on you, told the professors how you had been doing this for years - basically going against the rules - and so this year, you fully expected them to get back at you for that and assign you a partner that you’d suffer with for a year.

But the moment you entered the headmaster’s office and your eyes fell on the guy that was - apparently - your partner, you stopped walking.

“Hello there,” after a moment of staring, your confidence came back and you now smirked, “Did I just hit the jackpot?”

The guy furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the headmaster with raised eyebrows, “That’s her?!”

McGonagall let out a disapproving sigh and shook her head a little, looking at you over the rim over glasses, “Ms. (Y/L/N), do everyone in the room a favour and have a seat.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you sat down right next to the guy and licked your lips, crossing one leg over the other while continuing to grin at him.

“This is Namjoon. Your designated partner for this year. And..-“ just as you wanted to say something, McGonagall quickly continued, “This is your punishment for this year. Namjoon has been assigned Gryffindor’s headboy and you will help him with anything that he needs and wants.”

This obviously meant errands and helping Gryffindor become a stronger house. That’s what everyone else would have heard in that sentence. But you took away only two things.

“Sure, anything he needs. I’m down for that punishment,” and when McGonagall got up with an annoyed huff, you whispered, “Quite literally.”

At this point, you would have assumed the guy to blush and become intimidated, but Namjoon just smiled at you, despite it not holding any humor to it: “Does that usually work on others of my gender?”

“Don’t worry, some men need a few hours to warm up to me. I’m sure you and I will get along well,” you got up and bounced on your heels, “Thanks for this, headmaster.”

“It’s not a..- just get out,” she had enough of you.

“So.. where are we going first?” this was day one of you being Namjoon’s partner. Unfortunately, it didn’t start with a tumble in his bed, but the day was still young, “How about we go for a butter beer and get to know each other better?”

“I have friends for that,” Namjoon retorted making you stop in your tracks for a moment, but then catch up to him with a laugh.

“Oh, this is going to be so good. I love it when men aren’t shy. Makes them so much more attractive, you know?”

Namjoon let out a snort and shook his head, “Not sure you’ll think of me that way after today.”

Suddenly you came to a stop at a willow. Normally, that’d be a nice sight. Nature, grass, the sun.. But it was not like the paintings hanging in the castle that you often admired, it wasn’t a willow full of magical creatures that you could be amazed by.

It was..-

“COWS?!”

“Yep,” Namjoon grinned and pushed a bucket into your hands, “Someone needs to clean the willow, since Hagrid is away for the month. Nobody was willing to do so and since you and I got paired up, I figured I have the perfect candidate for the job.”

“What, someone to clean?!”

“Someone who is used to shit. After all, that’s all that comes out of your mouth, isn’t it?” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows at you and put his hands in the pockets of his pants, “I’ll be over there reading up for my next class if you need me.”

“Wh..- You’re not even helping me?“ but you had no option, because he was walking away and the cows were already approaching you, curious about who this new person was that had entered their willow, “Hey, stop that,” you tried to scurry away from them when they started nibbling on your shirt.

This was so not what you had hoped today to look like. Cleaning cow shit.. was Hagrid seriously the only taking care of this? Poor guy..

Still, all the while you were cleaning, you kept muttering curse words directed at Namjoon, even if he couldn’t hear them. They made you feel better.

How dare he be so rude with you? You didn’t just talk shit, you were a great girl. Smart and well-read and.. stupid.

You straightened your back and furrowed your eyebrows, “What the hell am I doing?” you whispered to yourself.

I’m a freaking member of goddamn Slytherin. Slytherin’s don’t just clean like that, they’re too smart for that. Use your magic, you moron!

Whatever Namjoon wanted you to do, you’d bend the rules to your will as much as you wanted. What was important was that it was clean, right?

So you pulled out your wand and cast the spell that you figured would help you out most here. And indeed, after casting it for a few times, the willow looked as good as new. And with a final spell for a nice smell, you walked back to Namjoon with a smirk on your face. As in: HA, didn’t expect that one, huh?

“I’m impressed,” he smiled up at you from the ground, then got up and brushed over his pants, before saying in all honesty: “I knew there was talent slumbering somewhere within you. You shouldn’t hide it under that ‘cool kid’ facade, you know?”

“What?” you snorted, “I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do. It’s painfully obvious,” he shrugged, “It’s fine, you do you and all. I just think it’s a shame that you try to hide how smart you are in fear of it ruining your reputation. Because see, McGonagall didn’t just choose me as your partner because she knew I had enough errands I’d need help on, but because she knows there’s more to you than what you want everyone to believe. She thought I might be able to help you with that.”

And for the first time in forever, you had no words to that. No witty comeback and no flirty remark that you could say to that. He had seen through you on your first day of you two being together. That hasn’t happened before… ever.

“Anyways, we should go to class,” and to make you even more speechless, Namjoon took off his robe and placed it over your shoulders, since you had forgotten yours - or more likely simply opted not to wear it because you didn’t want to.

You were… so confused.

What were those feelings you were feeling right now?!

You had never cared about your rival partner in the years before, but that changed with you having been assigned to Namjoon. That first day on the willow spent together was the beginning of a, you dared to say, friendship.

He made you understand that being this sarcastic asshole wasn’t nearly as cool as you thought it was. He made you realise that you had a lot more talent than you even knew of yourself. He showed you that, even if you didn’t, he believed in you.

Your friends kept telling you how much you changed, and while some of them laughed about it at first, they all accepted you now.

The real you that you’ve been trying to hide for so long. The girl that could be kind when need be and was incredibly smart on tests and in classes.. or in general.

But the sarcasm part? The flirty part? Your rival partner couldn’t quite get rid of that..

“Well, don’t you look dazzling,” you grinned as you spotted Namjoon at the Yule Ball. Both of you had come with different partners, but neither of these were anything more than friends.

“Right? The pants look great on me,” he complimented himself with a grin.

“True,” you pretended to think for a moment as you stared at them, then you looked at him from under your eyelashes, “But you’d look even better without them.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a laugh. At this point, he had come to accept that this was just a part of you that he couldn’t change. And well.. maybe he didn’t even want it to.

“We’re here with other people, yet you’re flirting with me. Don’t you think that’s rude?”

“Not at all. And besides, I wanted you to ask me out, but you didn’t,” you pretended to be hurt by pouting your lips, “We could have had so much fun tonight.”

And see, the Namjoon that YOU knew - or at least thought you did-, would have laughed and turned around to walk away. But that man still surprised you every single day. He took a sip from his drink, then placed it on the table next to him and pushed his hands into the pockets of his dashing pants.

“We still could.”

Not the answer you had expected, same as that look that he threw you.

That look.

Before you could reply, he turned around and walked away. But instead of re-joining his date - that had since formed a little group of girlfriends around her, all laughing, thankfully - he left the ballroom.

And well… you couldn’t not follow, right?

He continued walking, even though you were sure that you knew you were only a few steps behind him, through several hallways and up several flights of stairs, until you were finally standing in front of the Gryffindor common room where he had waited for you.

“Hm.. I’m pretty sure I won’t be allowed in there,” you cocked your head to the side, “But whatever it is that you had in mind.. I’m sure it’s innocent enough for us to do right here?”

You licked your lips, then bit down on your lower lip with a grin.

Namjoon was leaning against the railing of the stairs, confidently so. He looked insanely good right there. So good that you wanted to jump on him this very moment.

But he took the initiative.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, smashed his lips against yours and kissed you so deeply that he literally knocked the breath out of your lungs. It was a passionate kiss, tongues and teeth clashing against each other and hands already beginning to wander, despite the… not very private environment.

But this desperation only proved how much sexual attraction had been building between you two. Because as much as Namjoon had tried to hide it the first few months, he liked you as much as you liked him.. sexually at first, and then later, on a more deeper level.

But that was another story. Right now, this was about what you needed in that moment.

“I want you,” Namjoon whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” is what you whispered back without having to think twice about it.

And he would have. He would have pinned you against his mattress and would have pounded into you until you were screaming his name. And you would have let him. You would have begged him not to stop, because you were already sure that he was good.

But goddamn it, the Fat Lady just had to ruin it, huh?

“Uhm, excuse me, young lads.. I tried to let you two enjoy yourselves for as long as I possibly could, but I just heard what you said and there is no way I can let you inside now.”

These stupid rules. What were the professors so scared about? Pregnancies? You were witches and wizards, you weren’t stupid enough not to know how to prevent that from happening.

You were almost certain that Namjoon would just call it a night with a heavy sigh and you’d be left horny for the rest of the night, but instead, he pushed himself off the railing and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, whispering: “Headboy’s have a lot of privileges these days, you know? The Prefects’ bathroom is open 24/7 for us to use. Us alone,” into your ear.

Well, well… there were so many things you did not know about this man and you couldn’t wait to find them all out.

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knjoodles · 5 years

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incomparable | taehyung x reader

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.9K

warnings: supposed cheating, struggle with body image, low confidence. (i have struggled with all of these things myself)

summary: with taehyung’s busy schedule, you often wonder why it seems he wants to be everywhere but by your side.

lowercase intended

you loved taehyung.

no, you love taehyung. the love you and taehyung shared was something that you’d never experienced before. something unique, something different.

it had all started when the two of you were in high school, being forced to talk to each other as you were paired together for a social studies project. you were a quiet, reserved student, one who had at most three friends and wasn’t looking to make more. once a social butterfly, the endless bullying you’d suffered in your early teen years, being completely excluded from your entire grade, made you cling to those who didn’t succumb to the rumors. to this day, you weren’t quite sure why you were targeted. what you were sure about, though, was the bitterness of the people who hurt you, who went as far as to blackmail old friends to end their friendship with you. you learned to trust few, but cherish them the most. your warm and welcoming personality turned cold to those you didn’t know, not fully letting them in until the still scarred, younger version of you was assured they wouldn’t betray you. you didn’t lose the happy-go-lucky (y/n) you always were, she’s just hidden away. like an exclusive, vip perk for those you’d trust with your life.

taehyung was like you, minus the traumatizing bullying. he was full of energy, a ball of sunshine who would never be seen with anything less than a smile. both of your respective friends found it amusing how such different people just happened to be paired together, and you were left as dumbfounded as the rest. it’s not that you found taehyung annoying, no. he was just very loud.

it started with the two of you working at the library, taehyung lugging a large board across the isles to a large community table. he waved at you giddily, trifold board bouncing against the library’s carpeting as he dashed towards you, footsteps loudly hitting the floor. waddling towards you, panting lightly, he greeted you, slumping in the seat in front of you. you were annoyed. you couldn’t believe this was what you had to work with.

the project? report on a european country and its state in the 18th century. before you could even finish your question on what he wanted to report on, taehyung slammed his large hands onto the hardwood table, exclaiming that he wanted to do portugal. with his excited form dangerously rocking back and forth on his chair, the two of you began work, reporting on 18th-century portugal.

by the second or third time you’d met up, he wasn’t that bad anymore. the two of you had conjured a few inside jokes and you looked forward to your meetings with him, as it had become a practice for the two of you to talk about what struggles plagued your teenage lives while your parents rang your phones, trying to figure out where the hell you where and why you weren’t home by now. it was funny to you and taehyung. things were good.

fast forward to senior year, where taehyung had been usurped into your friend group, all five of you marching off to places where you shouldn’t be at ungodly hours. that was the dream of being eighteen yet still a child, the amount much freedom that you could savor, but only for a short time. as your friends all sat on the roof of your high school at midnight, you remember glancing at taehyung, wrapped in his jacket underneath your shawl due to the cold weather. he was different from when you’d first met him; his face was maturing, and he had a handsome glow to him. his raven hair was highlighted by the pale moon, a silver lining shining against his locks. as he gazed unto the bright city before him, you noticed his flawless facial features: eyes, round and excited, skin, smooth and without fault, nose, tall and attractive, and lips, plump and seemingly carved into perfection.

for the first time in your life, your stomach felt like a jumbled mess sitting next to him. your breath quickened and you wanted to hide, feeling the sudden urge to make sure you looked amazing every time he looked at you.

taehyung was popular with the girls and the boys, as expected. as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but feel insignificant next to taehyung. classmates of all ages would swarm and gawk at him, staring at his practically god-sculpted visuals and kind soul. taehyung was perfect, and everybody knew it. it hurt you, sometimes. knowing that even though you were close friends, he may think of you as a sister, not a lover. there were hundreds of people in your school alone that would be a better match for taehyung than you. the self-destructive language bubbled inside of you every time you saw him laughing with someone else, eyes full of joy.

you broke down in tears in front of him in his room. he was clueless as to your feelings for him, but seeing you sobbing mercilessly ripped his heart into little pieces. you cried about how you never felt like you were enough, how you just wanted one person to look at you the way you look at them, how you knew they were out of your league but you still wanted to be with them. hand rubbing your back comfortingly, taehyung assured that anyone who didn’t want to be with you was stupid, and the guy who you liked was an asshole. you laughed at his comment, and he chuckled with you, thinking he made you laugh in a time of need. he did, but not for the reason he thought.

it’s the early-middle of senior year. the last of college apps had been sent out, but taehyung was pursuing something you thought to be incredulous. he burst into your room as you edited a project essay, startling you. his hyper aura transferred to you as he beamed that he’d been accepted as a trainee to bighit entertainment, a small, yet promising company. jumping up and down in unison, you hugged him tightly, wanting to show just how proud of him you were. he deserved it, he worked hard. you’d been accepted to a large university in seoul, essentially spelling out that you and taehyung would be moving to seoul to pursue your careers. this was when your heart felt as tense as ever, knowing that as a trainee, taehyung would be restricted from doing almost anything. and, when he becomes an idol, he’d be restricted from literally everything.

it was a normal day, your tired mind barely staying awake due to your midnight rendezvous with your friends. what was abnormal, though, was taehyung’s intentional avoidance of you. every time you approached him, he’d grow silent and slip away. every time you looked at him, knowing fully that he was boring holes into the side of your head, he’d dart his eyes, staring at the floor. it left you perplexed and slightly discouraged. the sudden lack in interest towards you rubbed you the wrong way: what could you have possibly done to drive him away this much? as you sat in silence against the brick wall, drumming your pencil against your leg, scouring through your mind for any reason for his actions, taehyung put his hand on your shoulder tenderly. the sudden touch made you simultaneously drop your pencil and look up, somewhat confused that taehyung just appeared after seemingly wanting to disappear the entire day. taehyung asked to talk.

he pulled you to the back of your school where it was quiet and crisp from the cold, winter air. as taehyung stood silent in front of you, wringing his hands nervously, you prepared for the worst. thousands of tragedies flew through your mind, not knowing what exactly to expect, but his body language spoke for itself. staring into your eyes deeply, he sputtered a confession of attraction, blurting how he wanted to go on a date with you.

how that night, so long ago, he, too, felt something different.

the two of you had become one.

after graduation, that’s how the two of you lived your lives; taehyung, in and out of his busy schedule as an idol, and you, studying endlessly to pursue your medical career. taehyung had warned you that once he debuted, he’d have to leave your shared apartment and move into dorms with his friends turned co-members. you remember how this conversation went down: he talked to you as you faced him in bed, your hand resting on his clothed chest. you responded by kissing his forehead lovingly, reassuring that it’d be okay, that nothing would be wrong.

of course, you’d said that with the thought taehyung wouldn’t become a worldwide sensation, that his face wouldn’t be all over twitter, instagram, and almost every billboard in sight. taehyung’s schedule consumed him and, as a result, your relationship as well. his appearances at your apartment became shorter and shorter, and everything felt lost. no hugs, no kisses, no dates, no nights over, no sex, no him. no nothing. it was you, in your apartment, by yourself, wishing that taehyung would unlock the door and pull you into his arms.

his international trips hurt, too. it’s not that you didn’t trust him — no, you trust him more than anything — it was the fear which would corrode you in high school reemerging in the back of your mind. that dark whisper, moaning that everything was not okay. that taehyung knew you weren’t there, knew you wouldn’t know. what would stop him? his manager, and risk a scandal that could wreck his career? his members, who knew that if he fell, so would the entire group? no, they would never. you have no one on your side but you.

you didn’t want to feel uneasy at the slightest thought of leaving your side, but being alone causes your deepest, darkest fears to keep you company. before taking a shower you’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror, nude, and unconsciously point out all the flaws you see in yourself. how, even with your feet apart, your legs only seemed to gain fat. how your waist was never as tiny as the women who would serenade thousands of people in sold-out concerts. how, regardless of all the good pictures you’ve snapped of yourself, you would never be pretty enough to stand confidently next to taehyung.

hiding the relationship was what bighit felt to be the best move. you knew it was just to protect taehyung from getting swarmed and harassed even more, but a small part of you couldn’t help but feel that it was your fault. your fault that you weren’t good enough for bighit to announce you as taehyung’s girlfriend. not thin enough for netizens to accept you as worthy of dating the kim taehyung. not smart enough, not pale enough, not attractive enough to be called his. you were afraid that bighit found you to be an embarrassment. how dare you crack the perfect image of bighit; how dare you.

taehyung had returned from day four of their seoul concerts, which they had scheduled to end their tour, not kick it off. to the surprise of both you and his members, he’d gone straight to your apartment, falling into your arms exhaustedly. as he unhooked himself from your smaller frame, you looked up at him, quietly scrutinizing his face. he looked tired. his eyes no longer had the same glow. they were darkened and blinking slowly. he was tired.

at night, he clung to your body, wrapping his larger form around you. his leg rested, hooked on yours, his arms holding you as he snored softly behind your ear. you almost felt horrible. it was as if all his pain, all his sleepless nights, all his exhaustion was reflecting onto you. it was so bad that you felt it, too.

they had let the members sleep in for once. taehyung, chest rising and falling rhythmically, was still in deep sleep at ten in the morning as you slipped out of his arms, getting out of bed. as you roll your neck, stretching your body, taehyung’s charging phone received a notification, grabbing your attention. still half asleep, you waddled towards it, reading that taehyung was expected to be at rehearsal in two hours. you groaned at the thought of waking him up after he’d just gotten some sleep, but you’d rather have him cranky for twenty minutes than stressed out that he’s late to practice shuffling towards his sleeping figure in bed, you shook his arm lightly, earning a hum and eventually the opening of eyes from your boyfriend. “already?” he croaked, pushing his unkempt hair out of his face to squint at the clock. 10:10 a.m. he slumped back into bed, groaning loudly into his pillow. he was as reluctant as you were.

it was their last performance of this tour, the most important one at best. you could see stress seeping through taehyung, his mood serious, his face stone cold and intimidating. you found it scary, yet oddly sexy. he’d invited you to stay backstage for the last concert, as afterward, the entire crew would go for dinner, and he wanted to spend this important night with you. his warm words suppressed the negative thoughts that clouded your mind for a moment.

you knew they’d come back. they always come back.

all members except for jungkook were backstage, either fanning themselves, changing, or renewing makeup. jungkook was on for his solo, the screams of the audience muting any conversation from backstage. you slouched on a leather couch, rolling the ball of your foot against the floor in boredom. taehyung suddenly emerged from behind a curtain with four women following close behind, his body clad in a handsome suit, perfectly defining his form, complimenting his body in every which way. he looked breathtaking, which was something you couldn’t say for yourself.

the poltergeist which haunted your mind at the darkest hour began to emerge yet again, practically tearing your confidence down as taehyung stood tall, waiting for his stylists and makeup artists to finish their work. one woman seemed to lead all of them as she pushed them back, scolding the rest of her team as they had gotten too close.

you only caught a glimpse of her, but it had hit you that she was essentially all you strived to be, and everything the public would expect of taehyung’s partner. her legs were long and slim, creating a perfect height between her and your boyfriend. her hair shimmering against what stage light entered past the curtain, you could see of just how beautiful she was. her eyes were large and round but still dainty and fit her face perfectly, her nose had a natural, flawless bridge, and her lips were round and complimented her features to the tee. face naturally shaped with a perfect jawline and body curvier than you could ever expect yourself to be, you felt as though you should pull away.

where could you even go at this time? trying to find an exit to the venue, your eyes kept traveling back to taehyung and his makeup artist, who were giggling away at a joke one of them made. you despised the growing lump in your throat, knowing you had no right to be mad: you trust taehyung, and he trusts you. he’d never do anything to hurt you.

well, if that was the case, then why were they so close?

you glared at the pair chuckling in unison, his makeup artist whispering a phrase as she cupped his cheek in her left hand, right hand redoing his foundation. taehyung laughed breathily at whatever she had mumbled, looking at her as if she meant the world to him. you felt that lump growing larger and larger by the second. you told yourself you wouldn’t cry, that you wouldn’t make it about yourself when it was taehyung’s time to shine, but it was hard. you were cracking.

as an assistant swiftly switched the makeup palettes the artist was using, she bent down and exposed taehyungs chest and collarbone, re-lining black veins that were supposed to resemble a spider bite from maze runner. taehyung was now scrolling on his phone, completely oblivious to the hell you were experiencing only a few ten feet away. her hand glided down taehyung’s chest, stopping in the middle, near his solar-plexus. seeing her so close to your boyfriend who was now open chested in the middle of a cold room which already would tense his muscles, not to mention having a woman drag her hand down made the pit in your stomach grow more hollow by the second. you tried to swallow whatever thoughts plagued your mind; you knew you were probably a joke in bed compared to her. she would be so much better for him.

you wanted to look away from the two of them acting so intimate as if she was the one who’s been by taehyung’s side since he was eighteen. that was you, it was you who sat with him and comforted him, it was you who sat alone for hours in restaurants, waiting for him to show up, it was you who could only see the remnants of taehyung’s presence from the night before, as he’d arrive and leave while you were asleep. it was you that missed his touch, his energy, his love. or was it?

as jungkook’s stage came to a close, the audience cheering louder than ever before, the rest of the group prepared to perform ‘on’ as one, all six of them standing on a platform that would raise them into the final stage. relieved that taehyung was finally leaving her side, your delight was soon met with upset as when he climbed onto the platform, she adjusted his suit and laced her fingers with his, squeezing his hand tightly and wishing him luck.

this was your breaking point. you slipped out of the backstage rooms and into the venue’s hallways, dropping against the wall to catch your breath. tears rolling down your cheeks slowly, you swallowed yet again, the lump in your throat heavy and persistent. you stood in the dimly lit hallway alone, hand against the wall, trying to calm yourself down. it was nothing, you thought, trying to reason with yourself. you’re making this about you again.

but wasn’t your relationship with taehyung partially about you? two conflicting sides fogged your mind, clouding your judgment. you had no clue as to what to do. you felt helpless, and, most dreadfully, alone. you were alone. no one with you, no one in the vicinity. it was you, and your dark thoughts. it wasn’t any different from the other times when taehyung was absent, but this was different. it was as if your fears were proven true. you felt as though there wasn’t much hope.

after collecting yourself, you waited patiently until the end of the concert, which reached an official close around midnight. watching taehyung thank his concert staff, shaking their hands confidently and thanking them endlessly, you collected his things as well of yours, awaiting his presence next to you. to your surprise, two strong arms wrapped around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder. “did you enjoy the show?” taehyung hummed, voice groggy from performing for hours on end.

“mhm,” you replied, placing your phone laying on a table back into your backpack, zipping it tightly. “you did great.” you knew that you sounded out of touch; hell, even you could hear it.

“thank you, baby,” he pecked your neck softly, something that always sends butterflies straight to your stomach. “we’re going to dinner to celebrate ‘cause, you know�� end of the tour!” he beamed, pushing his cheek against yours. “do you want to come with us, or do you want to go home? it’s okay if you don’t want to come, i understand, but i really, really want to spend tonight with you and everyone else i love.”

you looked at him tiredly. two different narratives were running in your mind: one, who wanted to support taehyung in all he does, and another, who believed you didn’t belong here, who believed no one wanted you here. with taehyung’s reassurance that at least he wanted you around, you nodded, grasping his hand. “okay, i’ll come.” you smiled weakly, kissing his temple. the amount of emotional torment that had been cycling endlessly in your mind had taken a toll on you, the way taehyung’s heavy schedule took a toll on him. the two of you slipped into a large, black ford, your mask and coat disguising you as a staff member.

their afterparty was a dinner, the whole restaurant rented out for bangtan and the bighit staff. seated next to taehyung, you found his energetic personality to never falter, as his cheerful tone mirrored that off this afternoon. tables were connected into one large strip, the entire group chiming together with laughter and warm energy. laughter and warm energy towards everyone but you.

taehyung knows you as someone who doesn’t talk too much in large groups; you tend to talk to a couple of people near you and don’t really venture far, not being antisocial or shy, but willingly secluded. you attempted to chime in many times to conversation, only for it to be met with awkward glances from the staff and your comments not even being registered into the table chat. your happy remarks grew quieter and quieter until you found yourself saying nothing, just picking at the food in front of you and eating quietly, realizing that everyone had someone to talk to but you.

the most difficult thing, though, was the fact your boyfriend was sitting next to you, babbling away with his makeup artists, stylists, and manager. you’d been completely rejected from the conversation, thrown out like trash, and he hadn’t noticed. his makeup artist talked with him contentedly, seductively stirring her drink with its straw. you focused on chewing on your practically untouched, trying not to think about the chemistry that was brewing in front of you. you physically felt your heartbreak, tears brimming your eyes once again. breathing deeply, you tried to mask your pain, slouching in your chair and pulling back so that your face couldn’t be seen. taehyung’s loud burst of laughter made you realize that he hadn’t even registered your exclusion.

to your surprise, taehyung chose to accompany you home instead of leaving for his apartment. the car ride quiet, you sat away from taehyung, knees facing the door instead of forwards. you glanced into the midnight streets of seoul, the entire city lit up with commercial buildings, hotels, and restaurants peppering the black night. you heard taehyung shift in his leather seat, the material squeaking against his hands trying to muffle the sound. the car ride home was awkward and uncomfortable, two things you’ve never felt before when with taehyung. you’d feel happiness, excitement, your heart bursting, love dripping from you like honey. this? this was not you, and this was not him.

from getting out of the car, you immediately dropped your things onto the couch and beelined straight for your bedroom, wanting to get out of the clothing you’d been wearing in a hot, humid dining room for the past two hours. taehyung followed, disappearing into the bathroom to wash his face. standing in just your underwear, you caught sight of your leg on your wall mirror. shuffling fully into view, you stared at your half-nude body, shuddering at the state of it. the stress of work and your relationship had begun to take a toll on you; you noticed you’d gained some weight and that your body looked just as exhausted as you. you swiftly turned away from the mirror, not wanting to let any more dark thoughts penetrate your mind. the night had been bad enough already, why should you make it worse for yourself?

tumbling into bed, wearing nothing but an old, large shirt of taehyung’s and your panties, you pulled the covers closer to your body, laying on your right side. you felt the mattress shift as taehyung scoot next to you, his chest hitting your back, his leg habitually enveloping yours, arms wrapping around your waist. he began to nip softly at your neck, ear, and cheek, “hey,” he murmured in between peppering you with kisses, “are you okay? you didn’t say much tonight.”

you lay a hand on his arms, wrapping tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and loosened them, swallowing. “i’m okay.”

“i know that whenever you dodge my questions by saying you’re okay, you’re most definitely not okay,” he mumbled in your ear. pulling your shoulders towards him so you were facing him, he tucked the hair covering your face aside. “what’s going on, (y/n)? what happened? you can tell me,”

looking up into his concerned, round eyes, tears involuntarily began streaming down your face, wetting the pillow next to you. taehyung pulled you closer to his chest, letting the shirt he was wearing soak your tears. he did this to make you feel protected, but also hide your face from view, knowing that he can’t help but cry whenever he sees you cry first. ‘hey, what’s happening?” he whispered tenderly, caressing your head in his hand, holding you tightly. “please, please don’t cry, we’ll figure it out! tell me what’s wrong, baby,”

“i don’t feel like i’m enough for you,” you sighed, your voiced stifled by the fabric of his shirt.

“baby, i can’t hear you.” he rubbed your back, kissing your forehead.

half dejected, half angry, you howled, “i’m not enough for you!” taehyung’s sorrowful look morphed into an astonished one, eyes darting all over your face, mouth open, trying to say something, anything. “i… i just… i see you all the time with beautiful women who are the fucking definition of the beauty standard here, beautiful faces, bodies, personalities, and i just sit there and wonder what the fuck do i have that keeps you by my side?! whenever you leave for tours, i’m mortified that you’ll find someone better than me and replace me, and even worse, with all your disappearances, i’ve been starting to think that’s already happened! you look at that fucking stylist, who i have no right to be mad at, like she’s the apple of your eye! like she’s your girlfriend, like she’s the one whose been with you since day zero! my worst fear is that you could replace me at any given moment when you’re one of the only things that make me happy right now!” you sobbed, putting your head down to avoid taehyung’s gaze. “i’m not anything like the people here. it just hurts so much to see you spend more time away from me. i’m scared, taehyung, i’m so, so scared,” you hastily wiped your tears with the back of your hand, the loud gasps and hiccups from crying still audible, even when you tried to mute them.

“(y/n), i… i didn’t know, i’m so sorry,” taehyung was at a loss for words, seeing you, his one true love, expose how demolished you were by all of the unspoken torment. his heart began to split in two, tears forming against the corners of his eyes. “look at me,” he whimpered, prompting you to look up at his reddened face, adam’s apple bobbing. “i didn’t know you were hurting this much… but, baby, really? i’ve loved you for nearly eight years at this point, do you think i’d leave you for some janky, flirtatious lady i’ve known for less than a year? you are more than enough for me: you listen to me when i’m hurting, you comfort me when i’m sad, you make me so, so fucking happy every single day, not to mention, are amazing in bed… i could go on. you’re the smartest, most talented, most fierce woman i’ve ever met in my entire life. you look doubt right in the eye and give it the finger all the time. why not this? you mean the world to me, and i’m sorry you ever even thought i’d cheat on you or lose my love for you. i love you more and more every single day. i love your mind, i love your beauty, i love your personality, but most importantly, i love you. i’m not lying when i call you the love of my life.”

you smiled at your boyfriend laying in front of you, a couple tears falling from his eyes and onto the pillow, disappearing into the fabric. “you’re right, i’m sorry—”

“nuh-uh,” he stopped you, putting a finger to your lips, shaking his head. “you didn’t do anything wrong. i’m sorry that i haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve, alright? i love you more than anything in the world. i swear, this will never, ever happen again.”

“promise?” you moved closer to him, head tucked under his neck. taehyung tilt your chin upwards and kissed you compassionately, pulling away to look at you and take in your beauty.

“i promise.”

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College Student!Haechan

part of the NCT DREAM living the Y/N life collection.

lemme introduce you to some new things donghyuck

full name: lee donghyuck

age: 19 [international]

height: 174cm

donghyuck is an adorable prankster who’s known far-and-wide throughout his life

the boy started out as a class clown, making jokes at teachers and other students in kindergarten

it got him into loads of trouble, and he didn’t really have friends because the other kids called him mean and scary when he tries to joke around with them

hyuck didn’t care tho

he loves the attention from both his peers and parents even if it meant getting scolded every night

he didn’t change when he went to elementary school, still going around pulling pranks on other people, so far as to pulling at a girl’s pigtails and being sent into detention

although his persona did change when high school rolled around

he’s no longer donghyuck, the adorkable class clown he’s now donghyuck, a rebel that hates schoolwork, teachers, and gets thrown into detention more often than he should

never does his homework, smack talks at teachers and destroys school property

people started to wonder why he hasn’t been thrown out of school yet

the only reason he’s still passing his grades is because of mark, a senior who talks and acts friendly around hyuck as if he’s just any normal student

at first hyuck thought the guy befriended him because he wanted something from him

maybe his lunch or his money

but hyuck’s blown away when mark tells him that he just wanted them to be friends

mark tells him about seeing him roam around the halls with no one to talk to,, his hands in his pockets and staying out on the outskirts and how he feels a pang in his heart

he knows the feeling of being alone with no one to talk to just because people won’t spend time trying to get to know the person underneath

he felt it himself after he moved to seoul, all the kids rejecting him from their friend circles because he looked and talked differently

and mark felt the need to befriend him

the two start hanging out alot after that

playing online games together, hanging out in arcades together, walking around school together

sometimes hyuck gives mark headaches because the boy doesn’t want to do any of his workload,, even once trying to pay mark to do his homework

and mark’s pleasantly surprised when he finds out that hyuck is nowhere near stupid

the boy could rank number one in his year if he actually put some work in

hyuck tells him it’s because school just isn’t his passion

“i want to be a singer someday. i won’t be stuck doing algebra and i’ll be going on tours and performing instead.”

hyuck’s 20 now and a changed man

he’s gotten himself into a prestigious college for the performing arts, one step closer to making his dream come true

and while he would never admit it, he’s grateful for mark. if it weren’t for him, he’s end up as a dead beat high school dropout

speaking of mark

mark went to a different college for arts, almost a town away from his

and today he’s going to come by from all the nagging hyucks’s been giving him about not meeting each other often

they’re going to meet at a cafe

and hyuck’s waiting for mark who’s 20 minutes late because of traffic

“hyung! if you didn’t want to see me you could have said so.”

“traffic’s a bitch.”

he’s starting to get bored sitting at the corner alone with nothing but his phone to keep him company, mark not even replying to his messages

until something gets his attention

its you

you’re a solo singer that started out as an actress

relatively young and have debuted for a few years now, known for your amazing vocals and catchy songs

and there you are

on the screen of a flat screen tv hanging just above him, singing and dancing in your newly released mv

hyuck’s staring at the screen and he’s listening very carefully to your song

even going onto his phone and searching for your music after the mv finishes and another show starts playing on the tv

he doesn’t even realize mark running in looking like a train wreck

out of breath and very disheveled with a very clear coffee stain on his shirt

and when he does, haechan shoves his phone into mark’s face, the latter squinting at the bright screen

“who’s this?”

“that’s y/n? she’s a solo singer, i told you about her remember?”

“nope.”

hyuck’s a little confused because?? if mark had told him about you there’s no way he would’ve forgotten

boy goes on a streaming spree right after coming home

can’t be reached by anyone for a whole 24/7, burrowing in his room with the air con on full and his phone blasting your mv one after the other

he’s hooked

goes on an impulsive buying spree for your light stick and multiple albums

pretty much spending his life’s money

droning on and on again and again to mark about you

he goes on non stop about how mark should’ve told him about you sooner, said boy rolling his eyes because, “you’re the one who forgot.”

he burst into tears when mark gave him a fan sign ticket as a reward for acing all his classes mark is THAT friend yall

hugging the life out of the older one and covering mark’s face with spit when he kisses him all over we all need a mark in our lives tbh

he still can not believe he’s going to meet you

d-day arrives

hyuck set up 5 alarms last night so he wouldn’t accidentally over sleep and miss meeting you

all his life, he’s never been a fan of working out but here he is, 8 hours before a fan sign doing pull ups and push ups because he wants to look good

he isn’t ashamed to admit that he shaved twice

nor is he ashamed that he’s using a face mask he literally just bought yesterday because they’re supposed to make him look shining, shimmering and splendid

he’s rushing out of his dorm to where the fan sign is held and he literally stops breathing when he sees you in person surrounded by security and scary looking managers

he’s reminding himself to breath because he doesn’t want to pass out in front of you while all his brain is thinking is, ‘how does she even look better in person?’

‘she looks like an angel.’

‘she’s breathtaking.’

hyuck’s convinced he’s in love

and he only watches you and stares at everything you do

he turns red when you turn to him and wave from afar

‘did that just really happen?’

‘did i just get noticed?’

‘am i in heaven?’

when its finally his turn, he turns into stone all of his planned speeches disappearing into thin air

donghyuck.exe.has stopped functioning

he gives you his gift and he knows you see him trembling and you laugh, holding his hand to stop his shaking

‘did i just hear wedding bells ringing?’

‘i’m never going to wash my hands’

he’s having his own internal crisis

you’re there staring at him for a bit, making sure you smile at him and engage in eye contact

while inside you’re a little blown away because you’ve seen your fair shares of handsome men, your own fans being the most handsome in your eyes but you’ve never seen anyone as handsome as donghyuck is and you’re wondering why he hasn’t been snatched by idol companies

both of you smile and talk to each other

and hyuck’s freaking out a little because this is his time is running out and this is the only chance to tell you the words he thought about for 3 days he even forced mark into his mini lyric writing session

“i wanted to thank you for always making me smile.”

and you’re smiling so much wider by now, the sweet words from your fans never failing to take your breath away

“are you kidding me? donghyuck you’re like the sun, so warm and you bright up my day. you’re my full sun.”

the boy practically melted then and there and had to be escorted out by your security team

the next time he meets mark all he can ramble on and on about is your fansign

“mark, she called me her sun..”

“mARK DON’T TOUCH ME I’M THE FREAKING SUN.”

“I’M CHANGING MY NAME TO LEE HAECHAN.”

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tae-cup · 4 years

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Give Me Love | KNJ Oneshot

Inspired by: Ed Sheeran’s “Give Me Love”

Pairing: non idol!Kim Namjoon x Cupid!Reader

Summary: You spent your life, destined to be alone, putting two pieces together. Suddenly, you meet someone that just refuses to be struck by your arrow.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k Words

A/N: I’m sorry, I wrote this at like 1 am so it’s a little rushed. My brain just threw up onto the page and I couldn’t stop myself. Ahhhhhhh school is back and I’m dying. Pardon me for slow updates!

Other: Masterlist

Give me love like never before 'Cause lately I've been craving more And it's been a while but I still feel the same Maybe I should let you go

The string bends with ease despite the thousands of years you have used it. No one saw the golden light shimmering around you. In fact, most people passed you by without a second thought. No one paid a second of their time to watch the odd girl pulling back her arms like she were drawing an arrow back. You just felt it would be better if people thought you crazy instead of seeing your bow and think they were about to die. Die of love, maybe. You shot the arrow into the unsuspecting woman and then wrapped the red string from the previous arrow around the end of a new one. Once both were securely tied together, you pulled the string back and hit the front of a man walking in the other direction.

They met, fell in love, blah blah blah, the rest is history. You shouldered your arrows and continued on the way to work. You had to check in for a new assignment today. The goddess had proclaimed it was of the utmost importance.

You weren’t exactly the warmest person, but you weren’t cold. After all, your job was to make people fall in love with each other. You obviously had to love love. There were many cupids who could be content with this, you were one of them. Watching others fall in love should be a replacement for your own hole. That’s what the mentors had always said.

Well, you excelled at that. Despite the loneliness, at least you were immortal and at least you could live a somewhat normal life. The goddess of love herself gifted all her cupids expensive apartments and, despite being immortal, gave them unlimited spending money. What for? Who knew. However, she always looked kindly upon those who were frugal and modest. You somehow managed to convince her that you were one of those cupids. So, you could get away with quite a bit of rule breaking.

Such as procrastinating on assignments and sweeping them under the rug if you felt like it. As long as you got it done before the deadline, you were in the clear. You owned exactly half of Seoul. The other half was run by Jimin, an excitable cupid with high hopes.

Together, you two oversaw all love affairs in Seoul, Korea. Jimin dealt with the more northern side while you handled the more southern side. Which was why it was a shock to have the packet of a Mr. Kim Namjoon thrown in front of you. Not only was this a task better fitted for an experienced cupid, not that you didn’t have 45,000 years of experience, but it also took place on Jimin’s turf.

“Who is this and why?” You demanded.

“Read the file and you’ll learn about him. Now, I won’t tell you why, that would spoil the fun.” The goddess’ eyes twinkled. “However, I want you to remember your contract, Y/N.”

“You’re just teasing me now. I can’t fall in love. You don’t need to remind me.” You frowned, glancing at the paper. The man was handsome, you’d give him that. Whoever is his soulmate is a lucky person.

It was tricky, the whole cupid business. Mainly because soulmates are decided by the cupids. It’s an immediate draw. You just know. If a cupid messed up...well, that’s why there was divorce. Just two people who weren’t meant to be. Those cupids were always reprimanded and depending on the severity, maybe even fired. You had a squeaky clean track record and had learned to close yourself off rather quickly.

All new cupids go through a period of depression, hopelessness, longing. It was simply because they were born into a contract that prohibited the thing all beings so innately desire; love. A cupid cannot love and give love at the same time. It distracted from the job and made you blind.

Kim Namjoon is an odd fella. You thought to yourself as you observed him. You needed to know everything you could about him in order to correctly match him. Yes, you may get the sense, but cupids that solely used their sense had often been fired.

Eternity can be boring too, but you wanted to see what the world looked like in a thousand years, or even a hundred. That’s what kept you going. You had been watching Namjoon from a distance for the past month. He traveled around Seoul a lot, often for work, and you had yet to feel his soulmate’s presence. When you did get close, there was a pleasant tingle in your stomach that spread to the rest of your limbs. It disgusted you.

You had experienced love enough to know that feeling, but it was impossible. So you pushed it down, full well knowing it would never go away. Perhaps if you just matched him with another woman who had similar compatibility, you could get away with that. And even if they divorced, surely it would be okay to have just one strike on your record?

In all honesty, you were terrified of love. But as you observed him day after day, each one marching towards the deadline, you couldn’t help starting to like him. You noticed the little things.

Like how he always ordered his coffee; black with two creams and no sugar. The way he smiled with the smallest of dimples, the way his knee moved up and down when he was nervous. How he always leaned in and gave you his undivided attention. It was the little things that made this so hard. Could you even find someone who would notice them as you had?

It was much to your happiness, or dismay, when he ran into a nice looking girl at the coffee shop. You watched their interaction. The girl was obviously interested, pretty looking too, while she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Perfect. You looked at your watch. You had two weeks and this had already taken too long. You needed two weeks to show that a match worked before it was approved by superiors. Y/N, you’ve got to do this now.

Your hands shook but you drew the arrow back. Despite the nerves, you never missed. You tied the end of a red string to your arrow and then the other end to another. With a deep breath you aimed eyes squinting against the sunlight’s glare as it hit the big windows of the coffee shop. Just as you were about to let fly, he turned and looked at you, surprise written across his face.

Impossible. But that wasn’t the first time you had used that word in correlation to Namjoon. You let fly, your hands not fidgeting, as you tried to shake off his gaze. It missed. It crashed into the wall before disintegrating entirely.

Your mouth went dry as you watched him turn to look at the wall and back to you. He didn’t seem scared and when his eyes met yours, you felt...calm. Namjoon mouthed something to the girl and exited the coffee shop. As quickly as you could, you shouldered your bag and ran. Your heart thumped wildly against your chest as you raced away. I’ll get him another day. It must have been a trick of the light. And yet you weren’t quite sure if the quickened pace of your heart was because of the running or you chance encounter with the man that could ruin your life.

You tried your best to remain a silent observer, but that was proving harder as the deadline drew closer. Every morning you would wake up with a splitting headache and the strong urge to find something missing. But there’s nothing that’s missing! You thought as you gathered your bow and arrows. At first, you just thought he was clumsy or that you were nervous. But it became apparent as the days stretched on that you just couldn’t hit him. It was frustrating, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth or to match him with someone he so obviously wouldn’t be right for.

Namjoon was watching out his car window. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel in his parking space. He had felt the eyes of someone watching him for a long time. It made him paranoid. Then he saw..you. He didn’t know who you were or why you were watching him, but he needed to find out.

Somehow, he never felt uncomfortable under your gaze. You even relaxed him sometimes, a supporting presence from far away. Namjoon himself felt like a lost cause. Most of his nights were spent at a club, trying to fill the hole in his chest or drowning in his own bile while swallowing drink after drink. With your presence, he just didn’t feel the need to and if you were being forced to watch him, he didn’t think it was fair to drag you to that noisy place every night.

Yet, he just needed to meet you, talk to you. Every fiber of his being was calling out for you. It had been a dull ache, but now that he saw you, he couldn’t take his mind off it. The pain had a name, the pain had a face, the pain had a voice. And he wanted to know all of it. He wanted to devour the information, to get to know every inch of you.

It was so silly. Namjoon was an impulsive person, but he was never this stupid with his emotions. The ache didn’t go away, as much as he pushed it down. Sitting in his car, thinking, and watching the passing cars, made his mind up. He was going to figure out who the hell you were.

So here you were, quite literally an angel in the darkness. Slipping through the dense cluster of bodies on the technicolor dance floor and ignore the bass that pounded into your bones. You followed him, a man far too clumsy to be in such a place. He pushed into the crowd, and therefore you did as well. Your arrow was in hand. I surely cannot miss at such a close distance. You could feel yourself getting lost in the music.

You tried your best to pay attention solely to the man disappearing in front of you and the breathing in your own chest. Clubs always made you dizzy, like you were about to lose your goddamn mind. Your fingers splayed, reaching out to grasp his arm. Your hand found purchase on his shirt and you tugged, pulling him back towards you.

“It’s about time.” He smirked. You let your hand fall. You’re not supposed to directly interact with assignments, remember? Well, you had just fucked that up big time. You had been played.

“So who are you? Some angel? A soulmate? What’s with the arrow?” He shouted over the music. Ah, Namjoon, ever the curious one. If you spoke now, would you be able to take it back? But your mouth was moving faster than your brain.

“Well, technically, I’m a cupid.” You explained lamely. “I’m supposed to find your soulmate, but you refuse to be struck and-wait you can see this?” You held up the slim arrow in your hand.

“Uh, yeah.” He shrugged. “You’re holding a goddamn arrow.”

“Most people can’t.” You murmured inaudibly. The pulsing music made your head feel fuzzy, out of control, and though you wanted to pull away from him, he held onto your waist.

“So you’re a cupid? Tell me more.” Namjoon grinned, unbothered by the new information. He had a feeling you were something supernatural with the arrows, the presence, and watchful eyes.

“I make people fall in love.” You tried to be vague, but he made you want to open up about yourself. He made you want to pour out all your heartache, the pain of watching others but never having that joy for yourself. It was a curse you were blessed with, a certain pain that had been pushed down.

“So why haven’t I?”

“You’re...difficult.” You faltered in your words. “The arrow misses you every time.”

“Is that possible?”

“My aim has never been off. It must be the fates.”

“Am I destined to be loveless?”

“Join the club.” You smiled softly, your gaze long broken.

“Well, you’ll always have love in your life as a cupid, right?” His hand gripped your waist tightly. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close. You shouldn’t kiss him, you shouldn’t even be interacting, but here you were, unable to pull away.

“I’m not allowed to.” You turned away. There was only one way you could do this, and you weren’t sure if you wanted it to be that way. The goddess of love always allowed one night stands for her cupids, but nothing more. She was merciful. That’s what they always said.

“Then how about tonight, no strings attached?” But the look in his eyes said otherwise. You frowned. Did you want him for only one night, never to touch again? Yes.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You murmured, pulling away abruptly and rushing to the exit. The room was heating up, the music was too loud, the place was too crowded. You felt nauseous.

“Wait!” He shouted, chasing you out into the street. “What’s your name?”

You turned your head, pausing as you thought it over. It wouldn’t be too bad, right? After all, you knew everything about him and he knew nothing about you. Your hair whipped around in the breeze of the night.

“Y/N.” The cars passed by and you were gone.

You had never failed a mission so poorly. Your superior didn’t look very happy as she watched you shift uncomfortably.

“You could’ve had a one night, you know? But no, you made him a liability. You told him the name of a cupid. Your name, yes, but a name nonetheless. You need to find his soulmate, not meddle in his business.”

“I just...” You twiddled your thumbs awkwardly. “I just get this feeling that his business is my business.” You placed a hand over your heart. “There’s a pain, right here.”

“Ridiculous, Cupids don’t have soulmates. That’s how the goddess makes sure we are doing our jobs.” She scoffed and stood, pulling out his file. “Unless you want to leave behind your job as a cupid, you won’t be going anywhere any time soon.”

As she left the room, stating the rules plainly, you couldn’t help but wonder ‘Is the unknown future more important than my present?’ Death scared you shitless. You actually admired humans for this. They had death thrown at them at every angle and yet they lived on, oblivious. How foolish, humans were. Or maybe you were foolish for having one as your soulmate.

The future was bleak, but at least you could hope for a future. Your hands felt over your waist, caressed the spots he touched. His lips that were so tantalizingly close that night. You pressed two fingers over your mouth, wondering what it would feel like if he had just leaned in a little closer. But proximity was the biggest worry. You just needed to avoid him and it would all be fine.

Avoiding him proved harder than you thought. He was somehow always where you were. Most of the time it was easy to lose him in a crowd or walk right past him in the street, but there were certain times where that got a lot harder.

“Y/N? Y/N?” The barista called your name and set your drink down. Two people looked up. You. And Namjoon. With a sigh, you stood from your seat and grabbed your drink. When you turned around, he was standing right there.

“Did I do something wrong, cupid?” His smirk was not helping your racing heart.

“I can’t talk to you right now.” You said quickly, pretending like you had somewhere to be.

“Fine. But can I at least take you out for dinner sometime? I get it, you’re one of those girls who doesn’t do one night stands. It’s okay.” He rambled. “I’ve been getting better at that as well.”

“I’ve got to go.” You physically couldn’t bring yourself to say no. It was terrifying and...exhilarating. You wanted to go on that date, you wanted to get to know him better. The longing made your chest hurt. But alas, things just don’t work out sometimes. You pulled away once more, trying to ignore the ghost touches on your hands, your hips, your waist. His breath against your face, like a warm caress. You needed to distance yourself and once he was dead, it would all be over.

200 Years Later

Things were good. The hole in your heart was back, but at least you were seeing the future, you lived another day.

Do You believe in reincarnation? The words rung in your head. The goddess had asked you just yesterday, but now you knew what she meant. Your heart was aching, chest pounding. It was hard to breathe.

You turned from your spot in the coffee shop, breath halting. Those dimples, that smile, those eyes. The hands that touched you, once again far away. He turned, he saw you, he smiled.

You waved and he waved back with a confused look. It was him.

“Namjoon?” You walked towards him, the slightest of trembles in your voice. You couldn’t do this again. Last time, you avoided him successfully, but this time, you knew you wouldn’t be so lucky. The soulmate bond was back and it was bigger than ever. It felt like your heart might carve out of your chest if you didn’t do something.

“Do I know you?” His expression was of pain, a confusion you wished upon no one. Would he remember you? Of course not, but you could start again. If it wasn’t meant to be in that time, maybe now? But you were a cupid and he was a human.

“Yes, you do.” You said firmly. And you weren’t going to let him go so easily this time. You hesitantly reached out and laced your fingers together. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

He wasn’t sure why he followed you, but he knew it was right. It was like all he ever wanted was laid out in front of him and he was left trailing like a lost puppy.

But last time isn’t this time. You smiled across from him at dinner. The restaurant was cozy, but the atmosphere was not.

“Wait so you’re a cupid and you’re breaking your contract...just to be with me?” He tilted his head. “Now that makes no sense. Soulmate or not, this just doesn’t seem like the right move for you.”

“I told you, I already met you, 200 years ago. You were a little different, but mostly the same.” You tried to explain. You just wanted to get through with this date and kiss him, but you had to remind yourself that you had 200 years to think and pine over him while he had about six hours.

“Okay...” He mulled it over, the pasta growing cold. “I think I know you, I can feel it.” He murmured. “But I’m going to have to think this over.”

“Of course, take all the time you need.” Just not too long. You watched him carefully. “Hey Namjoon?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna get out of here?”

One Year Later

Mortality was...endless. Death was a finality that forced you to live until you could no longer. Mortality brought you closer to him.

“Namjoon, wait up!” You shouted, racing across the street as he got out of his car.

“Y/N!” He lit up, waving at you as he grabbed his things. It was warm like a summer’s day, despite the season being winter. When you reached him, he swung you around, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you in.

Your lips touched, an explosion of galaxies. Moving against each other like waves lapping upon the beach. he’s here. And he’s with you. That’s all you could think of as you pulled away. Your cheeks were flushed as he smiled at you.

“Hi.” You said breathlessly.

“Hi.” He responded, in a similar state.

Your heart let out a kick, the butterflies gathered. Impossible. You had once thought it impossible for someone like you to feel it...love. Yet, impossible was a word you often associated with Namjoon. And you wanted more.

You tied a red string to the end of an arrow. The last two arrows your goddess gifted you. She claimed you had to use it for something ‘worth it’ As she said. You took out the arrow and pointed it at him.

“You ready?”

“Ready as ever.” He grinned, staring at the sharp tip. You nodded and shot him a gentle smile as you stepped forward, closing your lips around his once more as you plunged the arrow into him. He didn’t make a sound, it felt like a soft touch, not an arrow plunging into his skin. You tied the string to the end of the other arrow and pulled away. You placed the tip to your chest and his heart leapt at the image. The red string hummed with energy.

You took a deep breath and pressed the tip into your chest. The arrows disappeared and a red string glowed vibrantly in between you two before slowly fading. You wanted his love, wanted more of him. And you didn’t have to hide it anymore.

He stepped forward cautiously and then swept you up in his arms.

“It feels like I’ve been waiting years for that.” He said huskily.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve waited.”

Give a little time to me or burn this out We'll play hide and seek to turn this around All I want is the taste that your lips allow My, my, my, my, oh give me love My, my, my, my, oh give me love

#bts #bts x reader #Cupid #Give Me Love #Oneshot #tatafics #non idol au #namjoon #Kim Namjoon #Namjoon x reader #fluff #angst #I'm so sorry it's so messy #castlebangtan

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toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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incorrect-lovelive-quotes · 4 years

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May I ask for ur opinions on Mari? Love ur blog btw

Hi anon, thank you!!

If I may, I'd like to recommend a video that I personally find super insightful on Mari!

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I personally agree with pretty much everything this person said and their video on Chika is just as (if not even more) spot on!! I will leave more detailed thoughts under the cut 💞 as always these are just my personal opinions!

First of all, can I just say how proud I am of Mari? She lived a sheltered life with incredibly controlling parents who not only decided everything for her, but they actively tried to prevent her from seeing her only friends. Despite that she still grew up to be a positive, bubbly, outgoing and friendly person who's smart, capable and talented and we love to see it!! Go get it girl!!

Personally, I see Mari as a bit of a mysterious character. She's one of those people who always secretly have an agenda and you can tell they are sooo much deeper than they look. Mari may act cheerful all the time but she can also be serious when the situation requires it, and she can be surprisingly attentive to people's feelings as well! She's the only one that noticed You wasn't okay at the end of Sunshine S1 and she was so caring towards her, we really got to see a whole new side of Mari besides being quirky and fun :3

I think that due to her strict parents and her sheltered lifestyle it's become hard for Mari to trust people easily, and she's become the type of person who prefers to work on things alone, especially if they're problematic or serious, because she doesn't want to burden others. She's been carrying the school's problems in her heart all alone, trying to find a solution by herself, even if she knew there were other people (Chika and the rest of Aqours) who also wanted to help. She did "use" Aqours in a way, but she never fully revealed her motives or how connected to school idols she was till the 3rd year drama came out and she joined Aqours.

I think the only two people she fully trusted pre-Aqours were Kanan and Dia (who were also the only ones who knew about her family issues and her mother trying to force her into a marriage she didn't want) but she couldn't confide in them at the time so I'm sure she must've felt incredibly lonely, because despite the fact that she's had everything from birth, the only thing she's ever wanted was to be a normal girl, and to sing and dance with her best friends.

I'm very thankful to Dia and Kanan for being Mari's friends and encouraging her to break out of her shell, they showed her the world and they showed her she can have control over her own life, and I don't even want to imagine how she'd be living if Dia and Kanan hadn't been there :c which makes their fight and the issue of the school closing that much more painful.

Uchiura and Uranohoshi mean so much to Mari because they're the place where she met the two most important people in her life and the place where she formed Aqours with them, where she had fun with them and where she got to forget about the expectations that were placed on her since she was born. Dia and Kanan were the first people to love Mari for who she was and the first people to give her a voice that's her own so at least to me, it's completely understandable that she'd give up anything to be with them.

She's sacrificed so much for their friendship!! She's said no to studying abroad and she's said no to being a normal high schooler and became THE PRINCIPAL of her school, all of this to save the place where her, Kanan and Dia were together 🥺 I've repeated the same point with different wording about 13 times because I can't even begin to explain the depth of Mari's love for those two!! 🥺🥺 So I can only imagine how painful those two years apart were, when she thought Kanan hated her and never wanted to see her again 😭🤧

Which brings me to my next point!! This is probably a very basic thought but I didn't realize it immediately and it HURT when I did, but the reason why Mari was SO UPSET over what happened with Kanan and Dia (other than the obvious emotional reasons and the fact that they lied) was because they did exactly what her parents had been doing since she was born. They knew Mari had a bright future ahead of her and all by themselves they decided that was more important than being a school idol, despite Mari rejecting the offer, and they went off making decisions on her future without telling her or giving her a voice. Them, the two very people who taught her how important it is for her to express herself and do what she really loves!! I don't think Mari fully realized it but I would've also been shocked and upset in her position.

Mari's said so herself, hasn't she? She couldn't care less about her future right now!! She's been hearing talk about it since she was kid, but she's just a high schooler after all. She wants to do what high schoolers do, which is having fun with her friends and exploring the interests she's passionate about. To be honest, all the money in the world and the best education out there don't mean anything unless you're happy, and she could've never gone to Italy to study permanently if she hadn't patched things up with Dia and Kanan.

One last note! Can I just say one thing that I find super interesting? Mari's a foreigner and the literal stereotype of an American in Japan, but her name is written in kanji (鞠莉) while Dia and Ruby are from a traditional Japanese family and especially Dia is the picture of the Yamato Nadeshiko, but their names are written in katakana, the alphabet for foreign words (ダイア and ルビイ). It sounds a lot more stupid now that I've typed it but I swear it was interesting in my head lol.

#askbox #not a quote #i feel like this was very messy 😔 i'm sorry anon i hope you still had fun reading my... analysis?#if you guys want to tell me your opinions or discuss some points i'd love to!! i love hearing other people's thoughts on the girls #also sorry this took a while!! i just take a bit to think about the characters while I write #love live #love live sunshine #aqours #mari ohara #ohara mari

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isadcrajade · 4 years

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💀 * [ barbie ferreira + cis female + she/her ] —— have you met isadora oliveira ? they are a twenty-one year old sophomore currently studying fashion design & merchandising. they live on keating house, and word around campus is that this aries is loyal + warm, as well as self-objectifying + obsequious. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. chocolate covered strawberries, gothic platforms, lingerie under leather jackets.

hiii bbies it’s me (gabby) finally here again to post this finalized, messy version of isa’s intro! she’s a brand new never-been-played muse of mine so it’s def bound to be a bit more scattered & less developed than ezra’s, but also much shorter? so i mean there’s a bonus lmao alright here we go:

so isadora (also known by many nicknames such as isa, izzy, iz, & dora the explora if ur trying to piss her off vgbjhksjs) was definitely not brought up in a world of prestige and recognition like the one she’s become so accustomed to in attending holloway university

growing up in the small town of lisbon, maine the only reality isa knew during her childhood was that of living as the only child of a woman who was (TW) both a compulsive liar & and compulsive hoarder. their house was floor to ceiling with things her mom collected as well as garbage built up over time- her condition had already driven isa’s father out of the house when she was just three years old, and she never had a relationship with him as a result

she was still fairly young when she realized the true severity of her own situation, just how abnormal it was compared to that of her friends. she missed out on so many rights of passage during her upbringing like birthday parties, sleepovers, etc. for much of her life her own living space / bedroom were just as bad off as the rest of the house, given her mom’s inability to keep from passing her hoarding tendencies onto her daughter. isa simply didn’t know any better at the time. to her, that was normal.

not only was her mom a compulsive liar & hoarder but she was also extremely neglectful, often leaving isa to her own devices in the dangerous environment they called home. as a result of this she (TW ED) developed harmful coping mechanisms surrounding food, regularly overeating to combat negative feelings of loneliness, and this went on from the time she was just a little girl all the way until she was in high school

high school was rough in many ways- she suffered depression, anxiety, experienced bullying at the hands of the more popular kids for her weight & her mother’s financial situation, and was all around extremely isolated from her peers- the only person she really had to depend on was her cousin (WC) . she had so much respect and envy for her cousin, they had more of a sisterly dynamic than anything, she was just so gorgeous and everything she did just seemed so effortless, to the point isa couldn’t help but idolize her and consider her a best friend.

like, remember when spongebob said he hoped that by being in squidward’s presence some of his artistic ability would rub off onto him? that was deadass isa & (WC) in high school jhbksnjs my girl was so sure if she just spent enough time with her she’d inherit some of her pretty & cool

high school was also where she reached a turning point when it came to her home environment, able to put a name to her mom’s condition after years of struggling with her strained and toxic relationship with her mom, and ultimately changed the rest of her life. she stayed the night at (WC’s) one night and after she fell asleep, isa stayed up watching TLC- it was there that she first discovered the TV show ‘hoarding: buried alive’ and realized there was a name for her mother’s infliction- but more importantly, learned that there was help available for her condition

when she went home to excitedly tell her mother that she’d basically discovered a cure, a means to change everything for them... she certainly hadn’t been expecting the reaction that came: her mom, who’d always been so indifferent toward her, so lethargic and uninterested in what she had to say, was suddenly listening very clearly- and she was not happy. isa had never heard her mom scream like that, had never really heard her express any heightened emotion, but it was in that moment at 17 years old, just a few weeks away from her 18th birthday, that she realized what she needed to do. she had no choice but to make plans to leave her mom behind.

the final weeks leading up to the big day she was counting on as a turning point consisted of her cleaning out her own space, little by little, enough that she had somewhere to set up her secondhand laptop and webcam. blowing out the candles on her 18th birthday cake came with wishing for a whole new life, and she was determined to make that for herself by any means necessary.

(TW SEX WORK) isa spent half her 18th year in her room working as a successful camgirl, showing everything but her face, & of course always being careful not to dox herself. she eventually earned enough money to start buying herself nicer clothes, but it didn’t take her long to realize she wanted more from life than just rotting away in her hometown. she bought herself a higher quality webcam to keep making money... and a nice sewing machine, something she’d always dreamed of owning.

all her life she’d been drawing and sketching as a means of escapism, it’d always been therapeutic to her to be creative and conjure up unique designs for outfits in her mind, drawing models in all shapes and sizes to represent her fantasy outfits. but she never felt like a visionary, even though anyone with an eye for fashion who got a look at her work could see that she had the natural talent and potential to be.

isa had been an a straight-A student her whole life despite having almost no support at home from her mother growing up, and with plenty of encouragement from (cousin WC), she plucked up the courage and applied for holloway university, with ivory falls being far enough from her hometown of lisbon, but still in the same state so that she could go and see her mother from time to time (bc although their relationship is quite strained now, she still loves and worries about her)

the next summer she received her acceptance letter at holloway u for the coming fall semester, and the fact that she’d been able to make it into such a prestigious school made her feel so proud of herself that she completely underwent a massive arc of character development; evolving into someone so much more confident. realizing that plenty of people found her desirable as she continued to earn money through cam shows had been part of that transformation, but realizing she was talented enough to get accepted into the fashion design and merchandising program at her dream school had a completely different effect on her.

( TW BODY IMAGE ISSUES ) isa decided that as she entered college, she was no longer going to be the meek, insecure girl constantly playing the role of the doting, loyal fat best friend to the ‘prettier main characters’ she’d always been sidekick to- she told herself that she was the main fucking character in her life from here on, and has spent her entire college experience up to this point just,, navigating as she figures out what that really means to her

still has a terrible underlying tendency to be overly-loyal and a bit obsessive with girls she closely befriends, if she has any kind of jealousy towards them. but ! is a lot more confident than she used to be, and it shows in the way she dresses and carries herself, as well as in her long-term goals (to transfer to FIDM for her final years of university)

( TW ED MENTION ) as a young adult, she’s mostly she’s replaced the compulsion to deal with her body image issues by using food to cope that she had as a teenager... by using sex to cope instead, so she’s definitely a bit promiscuous but does her best to keep that Her Own business

personality-wise she has a massive heart & is loyal to a fault but is also wild AF & loves a good time! never rly dabbled in drugs until she got to college but since then has acquired an interest in trying everything under the sun, even if it’s just one and done. mostly though she just likes to get really drunk & stupid. used to feel like she was constantly living in her cousin’s shadow, & in some ways she still does, but she’s trying hard to make herself believe that she’s reached a place where she won’t be playing second fiddle to anyone, ever again

i’m gonna shut the hell up now & stop pretending i know this character better than i do bc i deadass do not jbhnjss like she’s literally brand new so lemme go head & leave plenty of room for development!

same story as ezra i’ll have a full connections page posted for her soon but in the meantime some ideas i have are: friends, frienemies, ex friends, high school bullies, classmates, old high school friends, people she gets fuckt up with on the reg, people she hooks up with on the reg (any gender, she’s bisexual / biromantic), someone she had a crush on in high school / has pined for from afar maybe?? someone who used to watch her cam shows?? someone she almost kinda dated but Not? someone who she hooked up with while they were dating someone else?? idk that’s what i have for now but there’ll be more where that came from <3 xoxo like this or hmu !

#holloway.intro #this is a hot ass mess #but i'm rly excited to finally play her x

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kazimakuwabara · 4 years

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Twenty-six Reasons to You

Summary: Time passes, feelings grow, and, with it, understanding starts to take place. It's a slow journey to getting to a place you never knew you wanted to be, but perhaps it's worth all the effort. Kuwabara is finding that out. (about 3500+ words. I wanted to do an abc type of story to my fav ship Yusuke/Kuwabara and i think it’s just gonna be a chill journey story. I don’t know if I’ll post all the chapters here, but it will be on my Ao3.)

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A·wak·en·ing

2. an act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something.

No one told Kazuma Kuwabara, that love could be slow.

He had been told, by everyone, since he was little, love was at first sight. You looked someone in the eyes... and boom! There it was. Instant love, instantly. The stars spun; the air changed; all in the wake of this new love, the true love you got when you met your other half. All the books, fairy tales, and movies he had seen growing up declared it: True love, it happens fast!

Even Shizuru Kuwabara, who Kazuma thought was the smartest person in the world as a kid, had said to him that finding your soul mate was like a punch to your gut. It struck hard, fast, and left you breathless.

In light of Kuwabara's new feelings, he wonders if he missed the hint of falling in love, because he was actually getting punched in the gut when he met Yusuke Urameshi.

Yusuke Urameshi, who had once been his greatest rival, his greatest goal, who then turned into, his greatest friend.

And apparently things hadn't stopped changing, because today, Kuwabara had looked at his best friend, and a voice in his head, very certainly told him, 'I love him.' The voice was his own, as the voices in his head tended to be, though Shizuru's voice had been in his head before when he was about to do something stupid. Warning him against whatever fool thing he was about to do.

But it was not her voice telling him, he loved Yusuke.

It was Kuwabara's very own voice, quietly stating the fact.

The voice was so certain, so sure, that it stunned Kuwabara. He'd never heard his own voice telling him, that this was it. This was love.

Kuwabara had instead always followed the criteria he had been warned about, a racing pulse, instant attraction, and a pure-hearted other, who he could put those feelings on. He hadn't always understood if he was acting right, but naively he had thought all the media about love as a kid, was a guide. His personal guide, that would explain it all to him. And because of those "instructions," Kuwabara had thought he'd known what love was.

Kuwabara could think of three times that he thought he'd felt love, or at least had come face to face with what love could be like.

The very first time, he had mistaken his racing heart for love, or something like that, was with Keiko. He'd suddenly come aware, with a girl hugging him, gently crying against his chest. Not the type of anguished cheers that would make one feel awkward, but the soft gentle happy tears of a reunion. It felt like he had woken up to a fairy tale ending, and his heart had picked up as this beautiful girl-Keiko, he would learn later-hugged him. He would learn even later, he was hugging her, because Yusuke had been possessing him; something that still embarrassed both him and Keiko to this day.

It's hard to start a friendship based off a slap to the face.

It was some time after she slapped him that he realized, that it hadn't been love he felt, but perhaps attraction or rather... just lust.

Teenage hormones were a bitch after all.

The second time Kuwabara thought he was in love, was after he'd looked Botan in the eye. He met all the parameters he'd always been told about, a racing heartbeat, a fluttering in his stomach, sweating palms... but then again, Kuwabara was often stunned by beauty, something he didn't realize until he was older. And although he'd taken Botan's hands and tried to declare his love, something hadn't felt just right. And no, it wasn't just the burning cigarette that Genkai had thrown on his shoulder.

As quick as it started, the romantic feelings for Botan pittered out, and perhaps that was because Botan was well... so fun! So fun, and full of life, and extremely capable. As a teen, he had built girls up to be princesses in his head, things that needed protection. But Botan didn't need all that, and she was probably the first beautiful girl he had seen as a person.

He wished someone had explained to him when he was younger, that girls were really not all that different from guys... everyone was a person. And all people were more than their genders or looks. It would have made his younger years so much easier, especially the part about realizing men were attractive too... but that was growing up for you he guessed. Everything had to be figured out, and sometimes it just had to be difficult.

The third time... the third time Kuwabara really thought he got it right.

It was with Yukina. She was a figure of beauty; otherworldly and inhuman beauty-literally and figuratively. Her sad eyes had called to him, filling his head with all the dreams that had been put in his head about being a knight saving a damsel, and then riding off into the sunset. And unlike with Botan and Keiko, this feeling did not pitter out.

It stayed, and he relished in this heart-racing experience, his first brush with love. Real love.

And it had hit him fast and hard, just like he had always been told.

Too fast, and too hard.

He had neglected to see her for who she really was. A lonely girl looking for herself, as well as a long lost brother. Someone who had been in a toxic environment, who had left it of their own accord, and then was captured and put in an even more terrible situation. He had felt bad for everything Yukina had gone through, but had not understood the depth of her personal suffering and pain. So caught up in his fairy tale ideals of love, he was missing the real struggles Yukina was going through.

And because he didn't look or understand, he missed out on all the growing she did. In the years he had known her, she had grown into a strong woman, who was determined to make a life for herself, and get the things she wanted. And the things she wanted was to find out who she was as a person, and find her brother. Rather politely, and with the patience of a good friend, she explained to him her desires and that, unfortunately, she did not want a lover to interrupt that journey. She wanted to be someone that she loved first, before she could ever offer her heart to another. And the only love she wanted to give out, was that familial love she was hoping to pour on her brother.

Kuwabara would not lie, and say he wasn't jealous when he found out her brother was Hiei, but that was a whole other ordeal...

It had been hard to hear, and Kuwabara wondered privately, that if he had actually looked at Yukina as more than an idol or an ideal, if he could have grown with her, and been at her side.

But there was no use wondering now.

When Yukina gave him her polite and firm rejection, Kuwabara was old enough and mature enough to understand what she wanted, and still reach out to hold her hand in friendship. She had held his hand back, and he was truly grateful. He still loved Yukina, it was just different now, and better if you asked him. Her friendship was... was everything. He needed her in his life, and he thinks she needed him, but as her friend.

Growing up was a whirlwind of learning, and the thing Kuwabara felt threw him off the most, was love. Love was hard to understand, and with his minimal experiences, he was sure the hard and fast quick love didn't exist. At least not for him. Perhaps there were a lucky few who looked at someone and felt that instant spark of knowing: this is it. But that wasn't for Kuwabara as it turned out, and not for most people he assumed.

And that was okay.

Still, at almost thirty, Kuwabara found himself surprised to realize love could come slow. Slowly, like an ember being coaxed back into life. But when it was lit... it roared. And his love was roaring now, and that trigger was looking at his best friend's smiling face. Yusuke always smiled, and he smiled often at him, but today Yusuke's smiles had sewn together all the small moments of their lives and turned it into an answer, and that answer was Kuwabara loved him.

It was not a sudden revelation.

Yes, his brain had supplied the thought, you love him, but the rest of him had known. It had been blooming in him since they first met. Since Kuwabara had first been compelled to challenge Yusuke, over and over to fight. Since they became rivals. Since Yusuke helped him from beyond the grave, and Kuwabara returned the favor. Since their first mission together, their first laugh, their first tears... There were all these moments that had slowly turned from rivalry to a true friendship, to the one thing Kuwabara had always wanted to find: love.

He was in love with Yusuke.

Strange that he was figuring it out now, right now, as Yusuke did what he normally did on a Thursday morning. Jog by his school, and shout out an embarrassing catcall, to make all his students laugh, often at his expense.

Kuwabara had gone into teaching, determined to do better for people like him, kids who had a rough bringing and struggled with learning. He wanted to treat them better than, he had been treated. Kuwabara typically taught English, but on Thursday mornings, he had agreed to help out with a few younger students who wished to run laps or use the gym equipment to get a workout. This had started in Kuwabara's first year of teaching, and he saw no problem with being there to help the kids, he even wound up showing the students how to work out safely rather than going too hard and too fast.

A year later, the next batch of students came, and with it more interested students in learning how to work out. And so a club was formed, the 'Workout Gang' a terrible name coined by a student, and it had stuck for some Godawful reason. But on Thursday mornings, the Workout Gang met an hour earlier on Thursday, and Kuwabara guided them through the school's equipment, and helped them work out. He even found he could help the more sports inclined students with their studies if he applied the knowledge they struggled with, to something physical. Soon Kuwabara was even getting praised by other teachers for how the workouts were improving the kids in their interpersonal relationships, or in a sport they had elected, or even a subject that they had been struggling with before.

Kuwabara was given all the credit for that, his hard work and dedication being cited as the difference the kids had needed.

And now in his eighth year of teaching, Kuwabara had an assistant, Honda Toko, the new coach who taught track and hurdling, who helped him out on Thursday mornings. He seemed to look up at Kuwabara with some shining admiration, and often wanted tricks on how to better his own workout. As far as people went he was okay, though Kuwabara had often clashed with him in the beginning, on how he treated the students. Honda was a little too rough. The kids needed patience and not someone who would scream at them when they failed.

Kuwabara had challenged the coach after seeing the other man's temperament. Kuwabara worked out with the coach, until Honda could barely stand, and Kuwabara was merely winded. He had then lectured the man, laying on the guilt until Honda looked defeated. Then gently, Kuwabara had stopped speaking, and knelt before the exhausted man, "When you yell at your students after they are already enduring a lot of other heavy burdens, you don't help them, you hurt them. Do you feel how I just made you feel? This is what you were doing to your kids. I don't want that for these kids, and if you expect to help me out in the mornings, I expect you to treat everyone with the respect they deserve. In turn, they will respect us."

Kuwabara had let his words sink in, and when Honda Toko joined them next time, it seemed he had understood Kuwabara's lesson. He stopped shouting, and he tried to be more patient. There were small slip-ups, but Kuwabara was there to patiently try and guide this man through his blunders. Kuwabara had gained an assistant, and the kids gained someone who was trying to listen better, but Kuwabara had also gained this man's admiration and idolization.

What had meant to be a simple club had grown into something complicated. There was probably another life lesson in there, but Kuwabara was already tired. The popularity of Kuwabara's club, was not just from Kuwabara's hard work-but also Yusuke.

When Kuwabara first agreed to this club, he had, of course, told Yusuke his new routine, they both cracked a few jokes, and that should have been it.

Kuwabara had underestimated Yusuke Urameshi, a thing he would have thought he'd known not to do by now.

The very first Thursday Kuwabara opened the school early, there came Yusuke jogging by. He normally jogged in the mornings, a habit Yusuke had picked up to burn off his excessive demon energy, but he didn't normally jog by Kuwabara's school. But he did that day, greeted Kuwabara, who greeted his friend back-and then Yusuke looked directly at Kuwabara's students and asked them, "look after this giant Himbo okay? He's big, dumb, and lovable. Keep an eye on him."

Kuwabara's jaw dropped with mortification, Yusuke winked at him, and he jogged his happy ass on bye, leaving him alone to endure his student's laugher.

Yusuke had the nerve to make it a tradition, a tradition he had done every Thursday, for eight years.

If you asked Kuwabara why his club had succeeded initially, it was because of Yusuke's cracks. Of course, his students were delighted to see Yusuke mock their well built and intimidating teacher. When word got out about Yusuke's actions, more kids came, just to see Kuwabara left sputtering by some sly comment Yusuke made. And worse, sometimes Yusuke just would sack Kuwabara, begin an impromptu sparring match, kick his ass, and leave Kuwabara to deal with his students howling laughter as he jogged on by.

And as much as Kuwabara complained, it let Kuwabara connect with his students. To also teach that someone's size didn't determine their strength. He had to admit, getting his ass kicked and mocked by his best friend, had been a good way to really get the kids to open up to him. There were even times when students had leaped to Kuwabara's defense, booing at Yusuke like he was some evil villain. It was... really fun.

So on Thursdays, all of Kuwabara's Workout Gang members, expected to see Yusuke jog by, sling some comment about their teacher, or sack the man into the dirt, or do whatever silly idea that popped in Yusuke's head, and then jog on by laughing as Kuwabara blushed and shouted insults at him. Yusuke never missed a Thursday, and neither did Kuwabara. There were days Kuwabara opened the school, and he didn't need to be there. But he had just shown up anyway, so that Yusuke could jog by, and make his snide little remark.

Much like today.

Kuwabara had a cold. His body ached. His nose was stopped up. The very air around him, was a pain. He really, really, really wanted to be in his bed.

He should be in bed. But three of his students were training as much as possible for the big track race coming up in another week. He couldn't deny them their precious time to see each other and cheer each other on as they raced. Any additional practice was good right now, and he wanted to be there in case they needed some guidance. Or for him to secretly heal up a sprain they caused from overwork, them being none the wiser. (Hey if no one caught him, it wasn't cheating! It's not like he was gifting the kids extra strength or something.)

The point was, Kuwabara and Yusuke hadn't missed each other on Thursday morning for eight years, and Kuwabara didn't plan to miss out now, cold or not.

So Kuwabara had arrived at school, an hour early as planned, and opened the gates, his students commenting in his pale skin, and the bags under his eyes. Kuwabara waved them inside, and stood against the open gate of the school, waiting for Yusuke to show up. Once he was here, Kuwabara would receive the snarky little comment, and then go home. Honda Toko arrived a little after Kuwabara, a little late as per usual, and glanced at Kuwabara. He frowned and had tried to shoo Kuwabara away, but Kuwabara leaned against the gate, stubbornly waiting for Yusuke.

"Are you waiting for your friend to jog by?" Honda asked, arching a thick eyebrow. He scrunched up his nose, and asked, "Don't you see him every day at his ramen cart?"

And yes. Kuwabara did. But that was in the evening and it wasn't every day... but a lot of them. But Thursday... Thursday morning was special.

Kuwabara had almost figured it out just then. That thought of realizing how important Thursday had become, it had almost hit him then, almost exploded and revealed itself in a rude waking shock, with his coworker as an unwitting witness. But Kuwabara had started to cough and sneeze, his cold reminding him of its ugly presence. Kuwabara had turned to cough into his arm, Honda stepping back, not too keen to stand next to the germ ridden English teacher.

Kuwabara was righting himself up, and that was when he spotted Yusuke, jogging towards him from across the street. Yusuke arched a brow at Kuwabara's state, shook his head, and then punched Kuwabara in the arm, "Hey, stupid! Go home!"

Yusuke nodded at Honda, who frowned at Yusuke's presence. They had never really got on since Kuwabara first told Yusuke about Honda. And then later when the two met, there had been Honda's inferiority complex rearing its ugly head. He was a big guy, similar to Kuwabara's build and he just hated being weaker than anyone, especially to someone like Yusuke who was much smaller than him. The two just weren't meant to be friends, which was fine. Kuwabara really only tolerated Honda anyway, he didn't necessarily want to share his friends with someone like Honda.

Yusuke caught Honda's disdainful frown, and slid a cheeky look at Kuwabara, one side of his mouth quirked up along with a matching eyebrow. His eyes were fixed on Kuwabara's, a little mischievous twinkle in their depths asking: can you believe this guy? It was such a cocky look, such a Yusuke expression. One Kuwabara had seen almost every day since he was fourteen, and one that Kuwabara had always looked forward to seeing.

And that was it. Kuwabara's revelation.

Yusuke smiled at Kuwabara, the same way he always had, and all the little pieces Kuwabara had been missing over the years fell into place, and his inner voice finished the final blow of, 'I love him.'

He was in love, and it had bloomed within him slowly, only to be fully awakened by such a mundane event as Yusuke smiling at him, the same smile he had seen for years.

As Kuwabara's heart raced, and Yusuke jogged away, shouting again, "Got home!" Kuwabara wondered if love had always been meant to be this slow waking revelation.

Now, the panic that came after, that... that was fast.

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finnwolfhard7137 · 4 years

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The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard × Reader

Chapter Three is here...

Chapter Four: Paradise

Word Count 2.4k

Warnings: some fluff

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Oakes wakes you and Miles up by shaking the both of you like rag dolls.

Oakes "GUYS!"

"Huh? What's going on?" You look at Finn who is still behind you and he is laughing his ass off.

Finn "We literally just slept outside all night." You face-palm and laugh.

Oakes "Not going to lie...that's fucking goals." Finn laughed even harder and pulled you tighter into his side.

Oakes "Did you guys not go into your trailers all night?"

You both "No."

Finn "I honestly didn't wake up at all last night."

"Neither did I and I always wake up at least once during the night-"

Finn "Me too."

Oakes "Well, you two lovebirds...it's 6:30, let's eat before we have to film." You both agree and get off of the ground.

"Shit...I got your hoodie dirty." You look at the sleeves and sigh.

Finn "Don't worry about it, I can wash it. I wouldn't change anything about last night for the world." You blush and lean into him. You spot Oakes chuckle at you two, to which you kiddingly flip him off. He repays the favor and you both just laugh like three children.

You get taken into your trailer first for makeup and hair because you take the longest to get done, Finn and Oakes just relaxed while you were gone. Oakes noticed that Finn watched as you left and hit him on the shoulder.

Finn "What?!"

Oakes "You love her don't you?"

Finn "I sure as hell like her. What's not to like?"

Oakes "She is pretty great, you two look good together."

Finn "I haven't asked her yet, Oakes. I don't wanna rush her into anything."

Oakes "I think that she likes you too, Finn. If that is what you are worried about, you are crazy."

Finn "I just don't want to mess anything up with her, she isn't like anyone I have ever met, she is like...perfect! Y/n is like the girl that I have always imagined being with..I don't know how to explain it-"

Oakes "I know what you mean dude. You don't need to explain it, I totally get it."

Finn simply nods and takes a drink of his water.

Oakes "Just ask her dude, she's gonna say yes."

Finn "I will eventually, Oakes." Oakes rolls his eyes and he punches him in the arm and starts to laugh, "You are so pushy!"

Oakes "Hey, I just support it! My two best friend's together...like fuck yeah I want it to happen!"

Finn "Thank you, that means a lot. I want to ask her properly...maybe I'll take her somewhere beautiful, other than the desert. Make it memorable, ya know."

Oakes "Yeah, that would be good." They continued to talk until it was their turn to get ready for the day. When you came out, Finn was walking towards his trailer which happened to be right next to yours and winks at you. You almost trip on the last step because he is just so damn cute.

…

You read your script and today, you go to school with Oakes and Boris: He doesn't leave yours and Oakes' side the whole school day, he rides with you on the bus and afterwards, you and Oakes go to his house. It sounds really fun from how the script put it so today is going to be exciting. When he comes out of his trailer, he is wearing a black blazer with a skateboarding graphic t-shirt. He honestly looks so good that you almost drool! You look away so that you don't get caught staring, in a few moments you feel his arms wrap around your neck, across your chest in a warm embrace. You can't help but smile and grab his arm in acceptance.

Finn "Well don't you look beautiful!"

"I have this stupid prosthetic on..how can I be beautiful?"

Finn "You are! Makeup, no makeup..prosthetic or no prosthetic. And hey, you won't have to wear it the whole time."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to future scenes.." he let go of you and crouches down in front of you and smiles. "What?"

Finn "Stop..just stop being self conscious, you are fucking perfect so stop." You smile and pull him up to you to give him a hug. You want to do more but you want him to make the first move...obviously. He hugs you tighter and you just melt.

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John "Action!"

Theo "Boris, Pippa is going to join us today."

Boris "Is she really? Excellent!"

Theo "Yeah but she's worried about ya know...getting bullied."

Boris "I like her, I won't let them pick on her. She cannot help it." You come into the view and Finn smiles down at you.

"Hey Boris."

Boris "Hey! You've been good, yes?"

"Yes."

Theo "Come on, we are gonna be late to first period." When you get in the classroom, the classroom stared at your head. Some girls were even laughing. Boris noticed and got in front of you.

Boris "You got a problem, ay?! This woman survived a fucking bombing, show her some respect." The girls immediately started to apologize. All you were told to do was shake your head and take a seat next to Finn which you do.

"Thank you."

Boris "Of course." Theo looked behind him and saw you two talking and gave Boris a smile like, thank you.

John "Cut! Perfect guys." You immediately go back to your normal self as soon as he yelled 'cut' and took a deep breath. Growing up as a kid, you used to get bullied so to have to reenact what you really had to go through, was rough mentally.

Finn "I almost lost my shit…"

"Oh really?"

Finn "Yeah, I hate bullies."

"Me too, but thankfully it's just for the movie." He agreed but before he could say anything, John yelled 'action'.

….

The school day is over and you all get on the same bus. Finn and Oakes sit next to each other and you sit by yourself on the next row.

Boris "Did you enjoy school today?"

"Kinda."

Theo "Well you did good for your first day back, Pippa."

"Thanks-"

Boris "How about you both come over my house? I have drinks."

Theo "Drinks?"

Boris "Yeah, I have beer at my house. You two should come over."

Theo "Do you want too?"

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Boris "Good. Hey, I didn't tell you earlier but um, I think that you look very pretty today Pippa."

"R-really?"

Boris "Of course." Theo nudges him so hard that he almost fell off of his seat, he immediately shoved him back but even harder. Earning a laugh from you, making Oakes look at you with a shock on his face.

Theo "Y-you laughed!"

Boris "So? Everyone laughs."

Theo "No...you don't get it. Pippa hasn't laughed since the bombing." Finn looks over at you and smiles from ear to ear, making you happy.

"You guys make me happy. No one else does." Finn grabbed your hand from across the aisle. You don't remember that being in the script but you really don't care.

John "Cut." The school bus stops and you all get out of the bus.

John "Lunch break guys, you did good."

"Can I get the prosthetic off? It is starting to hurt."

John "Of course, Y/n. Next week, the movie skips a month in advance so you won't have to wear it anymore. Just hang in there for two more days and it'll be off for good."

"Alright, awesome. Thank you!" Finn walks up to you and kisses your forehead.

"Ima get this thing off, you can join me if you want."

Finn "After you."

Bill "oohh it started to come off."

...

"Is that why it started to hurt?"

Bill "yeah, the glue was pulling on your fine hairs."

Finn "Prosthetics hurt in general."

Bill "This is true. I have never had a client be excited to get them applied."

"I was on the first day, not anymore." You three laugh.

It takes a good minute to get it all taken off and your hair fixed up. Finn didn't leave the seat next to you the whole time, he just talked to you and complimented you on today's performance so far. He has been your biggest supporter all week and it never gets old: hearing one of your idols tell you how amazing you are doing...doesn't get better in this line of work.

Oakes comes in, "They got a whole buffet...you guys are missing out!"

Finn looks at you so intensely that you burst out laughing. He picks you up and carries you out of the trailer, running all of the way to the free buffet.

John "Hungry?"

Finn "uh...a little-" he says grabbing a whole plate full of food.

Oakes "look at him, he's a freakin' giraffe! He needs his food.." Finn almost chokes on his food from laughing so hard. Finn is really tall, especially in person.

"You aren't wrong!" He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. John and the rest of the film crew just smile at the sight.

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When you three got to the house, the camera's started rolling when you guys sat down in his unfilled pool with beers and cigarettes.

John "Action."

Boris "Would you like vodka?"

You and Theo "No thanks."

Boris "My dad drinks it all the time, so much he can not feel his feet. Literally, it has a name."

"Is it just you two here?"

Boris "Yes. My mother is dead."

Theo "Mine too."

Boris "Mine was alchie...got drunk and fell out the window."

"Jesus."

Boris "Did you lose anyone...ya know. When Theo did."

"My uncle. He took me because it was for my birthday, I just wanted to see the beautiful art with him and then..well you know. It is all my fault."

Theo "Hey, it isn't your fault."

"You blame yourself too, Theo."

Boris "You both are wrong. Don't blame yourselves! You guys didn't know that that was going to happen."

"Change the subject." Finn thought for a moment.

Boris "What is your favorite art piece in the museum."

"It is a piece called The Goldfinch."

Theo "That is where I met her, we were all looking at that painting before it all happened."

Boris "Wow...All I gotta say is that I am glad that you are here, Pippa. With you and Theo here, it is a lot less lonely."

"I am glad much happier here. You wouldn't think that the desert is better than a city but it is to me. Especially now, it is much quieter."

Theo "It will be easier for you to heal."

"Yeah, hopefully."

Boris "Don't you worry, we will all get through our own struggles together."

John "And...cut! Fantastic job guys!" This scene only took one shot to master. You three high five and get undressed because that was it for the day, the rest is for Ansel and Aneurin who play Theo and Boris older in the movie.

…

Aneurin "You make my job hard, Finn...how am I supposed to top that?"

Finn "Oh you can do it, I didn't even do anything."

Aneurin "That is my point!" Ansel joins you, Finn, Aneurin and Oakes.

Ansel "You did great today guys! I'm very impressed." You all thank him.

Oakes "What are you shooting today?"

Ansel "With Nicole..I'm visiting her after years of not seeing her."

"Oof so an emotional day?"

Ansel "Oh yeah."

Oakes "You've got this. You can cry on command."

"You can?"

Ansel "Mhm."

"If you can cry when I tell you too, I will pay you 20 bucks right now."

Ansel "You are on!"

".....Now!" Sadly..he does in seconds.

Ansel "Pay up, Y/n!"

"Fuck you." You hand him the 20 dollar bill, laughing in defeat. You didn't know that he could cry that quickly, or that anyone could for that matter.

John "We are shooting in 5!"

Aneurin "I'll see you guys later." The two boys left and started shooting.

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You three ended up watching them film: taking in their movements and the way they say some words and how they react to comments and such.

Finn "Hey, it's getting late. Wanna go for a drive?"

"Yeah, I'm down. Oakes, you coming?"

Oakes "Nah, you guys go ahead. Have fun."

Finn smirks at you and runs to his car, opening up the door for you.

"Where are we going?"

Finn "I know a beautiful place back here, I've been waiting for an opportunity to take you."

"Ohh I'm excited." In the drive there, you text your mother about your amazing day and sing songs with Finn. When you are with him, it is just pure happiness and bliss. You have never experienced this feeling before: crushes yes, dating yes but not actually being in love with someone completely and fully and getting that same energy in return.

…

Finn "We are almost here. I want you to close your eyes!"

"Really?!"

Finn "Yeah, come on close em." You feel the car stop and you hear him put the gear in park. He gets out of the car and he helps you out. A few steps forward, you can feel the sand beneath your toes.

"The beach?!"

Finn "Just wait." You two walk until he stops. "Okay, open." You open to see the most beautiful sunset over the waves.

"Oh my god. It's so..beautiful."

Finn "I knew that you would love it. I remember when we all went to Chick-fil-a, you told me that you loved the beach."

"I do, it's my paradise." Finn smiles at how amazed you are at your view. But to him, you are his view. You are way more beautiful to him than the ocean. He puts his arms around your waist and watches the waves crash onto the shore with you in his arms.

To be continued...

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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My Name on Your Lips

Idol: Yuri (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: I saw that requests were open!!!! Sorry i keep requesting, this is my go-to blog to request for ❤~ can i get a hogwarts au scenario where iz*one yuri or itzy ryujin are griffondors and the fem!reader is a slytherin and is on the quidditch team and is like the magnet of hogwarts (if that makes sense) and yuri or ryunjin falls in love with the reader but reader gets injured somehow, you can choose. Some angst but mainly fluff especially at the end please!! Thank you and sorry if its confusing 😂

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Don’t apologize for requesting, requests are what keep this blog running! I hope you enjoy this scenario! Also, IZ*ONE had better not disband. I was so sad when I got the message that I had been refunded because they were cancelling the comeback :( We all knew the show was rigged but that doesn’t mean that these girls haven’t been working hard since their debut. It also doesn’t mean that they knew they were going to win: you can’t tell me that those reactions were fake. Sighs. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy (and an explanation for my absence coming soon).

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of an injury and blood.

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She knew she wasn’t supposed to like you, and that she wasn’t supposed to cheer for you. But she couldn’t help it. From the moment she’d seen you take the field during your first quidditch game, a confident smile on your face and passion in your eyes, she’d been smitten. She hadn’t been able to pay attention her own Gryffindor team for even a second, her eyes glued to you, and when you’d snatched up the golden snitch and held it in the air, a triumphant smirk on your lips, she’d barely resisted the urge to cheer. From that moment on, she’d been in love with you. But she wasn’t the only one.

You quickly became one of the most popular players in the school. Even though you were a Slytherin, plenty of students from other houses whispered in awe and admiration as you walked past in the halls. During games, all you had to do was wave and smile for the stands to go wild. It was disheartening, but Yuri knew she was just another admirer, watching you from the stands. And she couldn’t even cheer, because her house mates would never let her live it down. Maybe if she was Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, she could. But as a Gryffindor? There was no way.

“You need to get over (Y/N),” Yujin told her one day when she caught the older girl watching you practice wistfully, gently knocking her knuckles against her head and making her whine. “This isn’t healthy for you. There are plenty of wonderful Gryffindor players, why don’t you crush on one of them instead?”

She let out a sigh, looking back out at you from her window seat. “None of them are (Y/N),” she said, shaking her head. “There’s just something about her....”

“Explain to me, because I just don’t get it.”

“I like her smile, and the way she gives her all to the game, and her smirk when the game goes her way. I like the way she laughs with her teammates and I like the way she treats her broom so nicely. I like the way she walks with her shoulders back. I like the way she’s so confident in class and in the hallways. But she’s also not arrogant, she’s still so nice whenever I see her talking to people. She’s so nice for a Slytherin.” She let out a sigh. “But I also love how she’s so cunning as compared to our Gryffindor players. They use strength and willpower, she uses tricks and her sharp eyes. And she’s not afraid to tell it how it is when she thinks something is wrong. She’s just perfect.”

“You’ve got it bad, honey,” Yujin said, shaking her head. “Have you ever even spoken to (Y/N)?”

Yuri flushed, looking at the ground. “Um. Once. In potions, we bumped into each other accidentally and we both said sorry to each other.”

The younger girl raised her eyebrows, waiting for the rest of the story. When she realized that there was no more, she let out a groan. “So you’ve been crushing on this girl and you’ve literally only apologized to her?”

“I mean, yeah, but I see her play all the time!”

“That’s... That’s so lame!” Yujin threw her hands up in the air. “You can’t just keep torturing yourself like this.”

“It’s not torture.”

“You’re sitting here, pining after someone who doesn’t know you exist.”

Wincing, Yuri looked away. “Ouch. You didn’t have to say it like that.”

“Sorry. But I’m trying to make you realize how stupid this is. I’m your friend, I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“You don’t sound like my friend right now,” Yuri grumbled, but she knew Yujin was right. You didn’t know who she was. But she didn’t want to admit that.

“Come on. We’ve got a project due tomorrow and I know you haven’t finished it.”

Admitting her defeat, Yuri stepped away from the window, shoulders slumping. “You’re right. Let’s go to that.”

“Hey, don’t look so down.” Yujin wrapped her arm around Yuri’s shoulders as she led her away. “There’s plenty of eligible witches in Hogwarts!” Of course, she was right. There were tons of students there. But that didn’t mean that Yuri wanted anyone but you. Still, she just smiled and nodded, allowing Yujin to tug her away towards the dorms.

“Shit!” Yuri was late. She was very, very late. She cursed under her breath as she tugged on her robes and desperately combed through her hair, promising herself that she would strangle her roommate Yena for letting her sleep through their alarms. This was what she got for letting Yujin keep her up all night working on a project. She actually liked alchemy, too, and now she wasn’t going to be on Ms. Soyou’s good side anymore.

She was ready in less than fifteen minutes, running out of her room and down the stairs with her hair a mess and her robes askew. She didn’t realize until she was headed to class and passed on of the windows that she’d forgotten her scarf. The fall wind was rough and there was already a chill in the air, making her shiver and groan, berating herself for forgetting to bundle up. She would just have to deal with it, though, because she had no time to go back and get it. Today just wasn’t her day.

By the time lunch rolled around, Yuri was absolutely freezing. Yena, after enduring Yuri’s fury, had offered to give her scarf over, but Yuri had been too proud to accept it. Now, she was regretting that decision as she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. She just needed to make it back to her dorms, she could be late to lunch.

“Hey, are you cold?” A voice sounded in the hallway, and she jumped a little. Was that...? She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry as she turned around to see you looking at her with a concerned gaze. You had on your heavy winter robes and your scarf, and as your friends watched from the other side of the hall, looking bored, you approached her. “You look like you’re freezing.”

“U-um, I just forgot my scarf this morning because I was late, I’m okay.” She wanted to melt into the floor as she stammered over her words, remembering how terrible her hair must look. Today seriously wasn’t her day. “I was just-.”

“Here.” You interrupted her, pulling your scarf off your neck and wrapping it around hers in one swift motion. Immediately, her face heated up, and you gave her a little smile. God, you were so cunning. You had to know what you were doing to her. “I don’t need it. Take it before you freeze to death.” With that, you turned around and walked back to your friends, giving her a little wave.

She was so shocked that she couldn’t move for a moment, frozen in place until you’d walked away. Then, she slumped back against the wall, putting her hand to her chest to feel her pounding heart and letting out a sigh. So much for getting over you. Now, she was even more head over heels than before.

When she got to her lunch table, everyone raised their eyebrows at the sight of a Slytherin scarf around her neck. Again, she could feel herself blushing, but she refused to take it off, marching over to her seat. As she sat down between Yena and Yujin, both girls elbowed her, making her let out an indignant squeak. Hitomi didn’t even look up from her book at the noise, but that was normal.

“Hey, what’s that for, you two!”

“What’s with the enemy’s scarf around your neck?” Yujin hissed, trying to sound accusing, but the curiosity in her eyes and the smile on her face ruined it.

“So you’ll take a Slytherin’s scarf but not mine?” Yena sounded offended, but she was always this dramatic, so Yuri ignored her, massaging her sore sides as she sighed.

“I wasn’t planning on taking a Slytherin’s scarf. She just gave it to me.”

“Who?” Yujin and Yena said in unison, leaning in with wide eyes. Yuri couldn’t keep the love-sick smile off her face as she touched the scarf.

“(Y/N).”

“Bullshit!” Yujin hit her shoulder, making Yuri whine and lean away. Why was this giraffe so violent? “There is no way!”

“(Y/N), like the Slytherin Seeker (Y/N)? The (Y/N) you’ve had a hopeless crush on for ages?”

Yuri rolled her eyes. “Yes, that (Y/N). She saw me shivering and gave me her scarf.” She closed her eyes, remembering your smile. “Ah, she’s so cool. She just gave it to me before I could say anything and told me not to freeze to death. And she gave me the best smile.”

“Try not to melt into the bench, Yuri,” Yujin said dryly. “I can’t believe this. Are you fantasizing again?”

“I have the scarf as proof!”

“Good point,” Yena said. “You do realize you’ll have to return it, right?”

Pouting, Yuri nodded. “Yeah.... But that doesn’t mean I have to right now. I want to enjoy this for a little while longer.”

“You’re hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.”

“Shut up, Yujin.” Hitomi finally speaks up from across the table, looking up from her book to grin mischievously at the tall girl. “Like you wouldn’t fall to pieces if that Slytherin girl Wonyoung even looked your way.”

“Hey! I told you to keep that a secret, Tomi!”

At dinner, Yuri finally decides she has to part with the scarf, so with a blush on her face, she heads over to the Slytherin table. Most of the table ignores her, although she gets a few pointed looks as she walks to your seat and gently taps you on the shoulder. When you look up at her, she almost falls over, but she manages to stay in place and even give you a smile as she holds out your scarf.

“Um, I wanted to return this. Thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Oh, thanks!” You smiled and took it from her hands, turning back to look at her properly. “And it’s no problem, I couldn’t have you freezing to death in the hallway. What was your name again?”

She had never given you her name to begin with, but she was happy to give it to you now. “I’m Yuri.”

“Oh, yeah! We had potions together, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Yuri. Thanks for returning my scarf.”

“Of course. Thanks again for letting me borrow it.”

Yuri walked away from the table with her heart pounding in her chest. At the Gryffindor table, she could see Yujin, Yena, and Hitomi making eyes at her, but she didn’t even care. You knew her name, and you knew who she was. Her name sounded beautiful coming from her lips, and she was on cloud nine.

She should have known that her good luck would come to an end. But she hadn’t been expecting anything when she climbed into the Gryffindor stands to watch yet another quidditch game between her house and yours. She was expecting just another game day, another day of pining after you from the stands with her friends rolling their eyes at her sides.

It happened about halfway through the game. As Yuri turned around to look at Hitomi, who had said something snarky about one of the plays, a Slytherin beater hit one of the bludgers at the wrong angle, sending it barreling towards the stands, headed directly towards Yuri.

“Bumph bludger!” One of the referees yelled, just as Hitomi yelled for her to get down. Yuri turned around to see the bludger a second to late to dodge.

It hit her square in the face, sending her tumbling backwards off her bench, her world going black. The last thing she could remember hearing was her friend’s worried voices, calling her name.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital wing. Her face still hurt, a little, and she blinked, wincing at the headache she could feel behind her eyes. As she groaned, shifting in the bed, the curtain around her bed was pulled back and Yena appeared, her eyes going wide when she saw her.

“You guys, she’s awake!”

“Shh,” hissed the head nurse, making Yena snap her lips closed. In seconds, the other girls were there, crowding around her bed.

“How are you feeling?” Yujin asked, voice as quiet as it could go. Yuri sat up, touching at her face.

“Dizzy. And I have a headache. Oh, and my face kind of hurts.” She gently touched her nose, remembering the force of the bludger.

“They were able to fix the break in your nose,” Hitomi said helpfully, “but you’re gonna feel sore for a while. You even had a concussion.”

“Ow.” Yuri winced again. “Was it bad after I got hit?”

“Really bad,” Yena said, her voice rising again. “There was blood- ouch!”

“Be quiet,” Hitomi hissed. Yuri looked down at the hospital bed and then at her robes.

“Did you guys carry me here?”

“The field medic did, actually.” Yena started to grin. “You know, a certain someone was really worried for you, though.”

Yuri blinked at her, tilting her head. “Who?”

“A certain Slytherin seeker.”

Yuri’s face immediately turned red and Hitomi waved her hands. “No don’t blush like that your nose might start bleeding again.”

“Is that how it works?”

“I don’t know but if the blood all rushes to her head-.”

“Ah, it’s bleeding again!”

“Tissues, tissues!”

It took a few minutes for the room to calm down again (and some threatening from the nurse) but finally, Yuri’s nose stopped bleeding and she calmed down, laying down again. Her head was still spinning, though. Why would you be worried about her? You hardly knew her.

“Oh, the Slytherin team lost by way of foul, by the way,” Yujin informed her. “Since they knocked you out.”

“It was an accident though.”

“Accident or not, they still knocked you out.”

“You’re too nice,” Yena said with a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “Please get mad at people other than me every once in a while.”

Eventually, her friends had to leave, bidding her a goodnight. Yuri, though, was stuck staying overnight, so she’d settled back into the hospital bed and tried to relax. At some point, she must have drifted off, because the next thing she knew, she woke up to hushed talking.

“Is she still here?”

“Yes but I believe she’s still napping.”

“Can I drop off some things?” Somehow, the voice seemed familiar.

“Let me check.” The curtain pulled back and Yuri blinked at the sudden burst of light. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. You have another visitor.”

“It’s okay,” Yuri assured the nurse, sitting up. Her head already felt a little bit better: thank goodness for magic. “Who is it?”

“(Y/N), she’s here to drop something off for you.”

“Oh.” Immediately, Yuri’s heart jumped into her throat. What were you doing here?

“Is it okay for me to send them in?”

“A-ah, yes! That’s okay!”

The nurse disappeared, and a second later, you stepped inside, looking nervous with a bouquet of flowers in hand. “Hello again, Yuri. How are you feeling?”

Her heart was pounding, but somehow, she managed to reply. “Better now. I’m still in a little pain, but thankfully they were able to fix the worst of it with magic.”

“That’s good.” You let out a sigh of relief and looked down at the flowers. “Um, I brought you some flowers, from all of us on the Slytherin team. As an apology. Where would you like me to put them?”

“Here is okay.” She patted the bedside table, her head still whirling as she watched you set the bouquet down. “You didn’t have to, though.”

You looked serious as you turned back to look at her. “I did. It was our fault you got hurt, so I’m taking responsibility for it. Our beater should have known better.”

“It was just an accident, really, I’m okay.” She laughed, waving a hand, but you shook your head.

“The nurse told me that your nose was broken and that you’ll have to be resting the next few days because of your concussion. I feel really bad that this happened to you. So you don’t have to worry about going to classes. I’ll take the responsibility of getting your homework and notes for you. Please just take it easy from now on and let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

“You don’t have to-.”

“But I want to.” You gave her a little smile that made her heart jump. “I’ll leave now so you can have more time to sleep. I’m sorry again.”

“Thank you, then.” She gave you a little wave and you waved back before leaving. As soon as you stepped out of the curtain, she let out a breath she’d been holding and laid back down, pressing her hand to her heart. How was she supposed to survive you being this nice to her?

You stayed true to your promise. The next day, when Yujin delivered the pile of homework and notes, she said you’d collected them. And when Yuri came to the dining hall for dinner, feeling well enough to walk, you came over to the table with concern in your eyes, ignoring the weird looks her housemates were giving you.

“Are you sure you’re okay to be walking around?”

“I’m feeling much better now,” she promised, giving you a smile. “I promise. I needed to stretch my legs a little.”

“If you’re sure....” You didn’t look too convinced. “Is there anything I can do to help you out? I don’t want you to push yourself too far.”

Usually, Yuri would have felt bad requesting such a thing. But at that moment, she decided she’d take advantage of her situation. So she went for it. “You could walk me to the infirmary after dinner for my checkup with the nurse. I have been feeling a little dizzy.”

You smiled. “I can do that.”

After you’d walked away, Yujin looked at Yuri and raised her eyebrows. “You’re feeling a bit dizzy, huh?”

“Shut up and let me enjoy this.”

That evening, as you walked her back to her dorms, Yuri tried to keep her heartbeat under control. You were easy to talk to, she found. Unlike some of the other Slytherin students she’d encountered, you weren’t overly sarcastic and you listened well, not getting annoyed when she got excited and talked over you (as she was prone to do, as a Gryffindor). You laughed at her jokes and gave her a relieved smile when the nurse told her she was better, and she was now even more head-over-heels than before, smiling at you like a love sick fool.

The two of you got to the Gryffindor rooms much too quickly, and she wanted to grab onto you, telling you not to go. But she couldn’t do that, she wasn’t that brave.

“Thanks for walking me back,” she said, giving you what she hoped was an attractive smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Of course, it’s the least I could do.” You smiled back, stalling in front of the door. Neither of you moved, and she felt her heart jump. Was it possible that you felt the same way as her?

“Still, I’m happy you accompanied me.”

“I’m glad, then.” You cleared your throat, glancing around the hallway. “I guess I should get going now, though. You need to rest.”

She wished she could argue with you and convince you to stay and hang out, but her head was still hurting a bit, and she did feel tired from the medicine she was taking. So instead, she laughed and nodded. “You’re right. Thanks again!”

“No problem. I’ll meet you tomorrow morning to walk you to class and carry your books?”

Her face flushed as her heartbeat picked up and she wondered if her heart could even take that. The look on your face told her that you wouldn’t take no for an answer, so she nodded, biting at her lip, trying not to smile too wide. “Sure. See you tomorrow!”

“Sleep well, Yuri.” With that, you waved and made your way back down the hall, leaving her a flustered mess leaning against the wall.

When she was back in her room, she let out a squeal and fell back onto her bed, covering her face and kicking her legs in the air. Yena jumped at the noise, looking up from her book to stare at her roommate, her eyes wide.

“What the heck?”

“(Y/N),” she said dreamily, shivering as she remembered the way you’d smiled at her. “I think I’m in love with her.”

Rolling her eyes, Yena snorted out a laugh and went back to her book. “I should have known.”

Over the course of the week, Yuri found herself getting used to your company. The next morning, she’d walked out of her dorms to see you standing there, waiting for her, just like you’d said you would.

“Let me carry your books,” you’d offered. “I don’t want you exerting yourself.”

Over the course of the week, you walked her to most of her classes and back to her dorms, accompanied her to the library, and helped her with her notes and homework from missing classes. You even went with her to her room, once, going at first to help her find an assignment but then staying behind to talk. And even though she knew this was all temporary, just because you felt bad because your team hurt her, she found herself getting used to it. Found herself looking forward to spending the day with you. Found herself chatting with you about anything and everything. Getting hit in the face with a bludger had turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to her, and she didn’t want this week to end. Not if it meant not being able to hang out with you anymore.

“I like her even more now,” she bemoaned to Yena as she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Yena, now numb to Yuri’s squeals and outbursts, didn’t even look up as she spoke. “You never know, she might like you too. I mean, she’s spending more time with you than she really needs to.”

“I know. But that’s just because she feels sorry for me. It’ll end once I’m okay again.”

“Don’t say that!” Yena turned around in her desk chair. “You never know. You have to be positive about these kinds of things.”

“You’re right,” Yuri said, but she didn’t feel any positive feelings in her chest. Instead, all she felt was dread. Monday would come soon. And on Monday, the day she no longer needed to rest and take it easy, she would have to say goodbye to the time she spent with you.

Monday came too quickly, just like she knew it would. She woke up early that morning, put on her robes, and met you outside the dorms so that you could take her to her final check-up, just like the two of you had planned the night before. As she stepped up to you, you smiled and took off your scarf, wrapping it around her neck in one fluid movement. It reminded her of the first time the two of you had met, and yet felt so... domestic and affectionate that it made her heart hurt.

“Good morning, Yuri. I see you forgot your scarf again.” Their was a twinkle of mirth in your eyes as you let out a soft laugh, and she smiled, touching the soft green fabric around her neck.

“Good morning to you too, (Y/N). You know I could just go back inside and get my own, right?”

You shrugged. “I like the way mine looks on you.” At your words, her heart skipped a beat and her chest squeezed, making it hard for her to breathe, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Ready to go?”

She swallowed, took the arm you offered to her, and nodded. She was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors didn’t run away from things. She was going to face today head-on. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Just as she’d expected, the nurse gave her a quick inspection before smiling, patting her on the shoulder, and telling her that she was all better and that she should be more careful at quidditch games from now on. It took no more than twenty minutes before the two of you were standing outside the nurse’s office with her head spinning slightly. It was all over.

“I’m glad you’re all healed up,” you said with a smile. “I was really worried about you.”

“Thanks.” Her cheeks were flushed, she knew even as she tugged at the green scarf on her neck. “Um, it made me really happy. That you were concerned, I mean.”

“I was happy to be there for you.” For a moment, both of you were silent. Then, you cleared your throat, fixing your (already perfect) robes. “Um, I guess we should head to breakfast.”

Yuri looked up at the hallway. Sure enough, students were already starting to fill the hallways. Half of her expected you to just leave after that, but you turned to her, waiting for her to fall into step beside you. Swallowing, she joined you, her heart pounding. What did this mean?

The walk to breakfast was silent, with a slight tension hanging in the air. Neither of you had talked about it yet, but both of you knew: this little world the two of you had built over the past week ended today. And Yuri was not ready.

All too soon, the two of you arrived, and you stalled at the door, causing her to turn back and look at you. You looked like you were trying to think of the right words to say, and as you stalled, she pulled the scarf off of her neck, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you your scarf back.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sorry that I keep taking it.”

A flurry of emotions passed over your face before you laughed, shaking your head. “I was giving it to you, silly. You weren’t taking it.” You rubbed at the back of your neck, and suddenly, Yuri realized: you were nervous. She had never seen you like this before, but your cheeks were flushed and you weren’t looking at her. You had to be nervous. “Honestly, you can just... keep it. I meant it when I said that I liked the way it looked on you.”

She hugged the scarf to her chest, mustered all of her Gryffindor bravery, and took a deep breath. “Would you like mine in return? I’m sure I would like the way it looked on you too,” she said. You looked up at her and she forced herself to keep talking. “I want you to have it.”

A small grin came to your lips. “Do you even know where your scarf is?”

Laughing, she nodded her head. “Of course I do.”

“Then I’ll take it. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“Go out with me.” Your words knocked the breath out of her as you gave her a soft smile. “Yuri, will you be my girlfriend?”

It took her a minute to breathe again, but she immediately smiled back, resisting the urge to squeal. “You aren’t asking me out because you still feel bad, right?”

“Of course not! I’m asking you out because I really like you,” you said, glancing away, trying to hide your blush. “Sorry. I’m so awkward.” Yuri giggled and reached out to gently take your hand, holding it in hers like she’d wanted to do all week. She knew her friends were watching, and that they’d probably never let her live this down. She also knew that half the school was watching. But she didn’t care.

“Don’t apologize, I like seeing this side of you.” She leaned up, whispering in your ear for only you to hear, her heart swelling with happiness as you squeezed her hand, grinning widely. “In that case, yes. I’ll be your girlfriend, (Y/N). And for the record, I really like you too.”

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HOMETOWN PT. 2

“𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.” – 𝙎𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣, 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 (𝘹)

𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥: yes and no

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴): some bad words and a whole lotta angst.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 5,664

𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺: give me back my hometown by eric church

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: if you haven’t read part one, read it now! otherwise this probs won’t make too much sense lol. anyway, here’s part 2!!! i hope this is good bc tbh i think it’s okay– but i’m also really critical of my writing so don’t mind me. don’t be afraid to shoot me a message with a request, bc it’s summer and i’m bored!! alright, bye i hope you enjoy :)

“An Idiot. I’m such a literal idiot.” Josh mumbled, running his fingers through his hair as he grabbed the scotch off of the bar and slid over a few bills of gratuity to the bartender.

The bartender raised his eyebrows and looked at Josh. “Um sir, you left some money on the–“

Josh just threw his hand in the air and waved the kid off. “Keep it. I’ll be back for more I’m sure.”

Instead of arguing, the bartender nodded and placed the pile of bills into his apron pocket before turning to help someone else. “You’re well aware that you just tipped that kid at least $50, right?” Colt said, coming up to Josh’s side.

Normally, Josh would make an attempt to get the money back. $50 was a shit ton of money to tip a bartender for one drink, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was you. How different your hair had looked– wearing it down as opposed to your normal updo. How you were dressed– no longer hiding beneath his sweatshirts. The way you carried yourself– confident and secure. And the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue– like his favorite dream he’d long forgotten.

You weren’t that same girl he knew growing up. The 8-year-old with braided hair and braces, racing him down the street on rollerblades in the summer heat. The insecure tween with the same braces, and the same braids who spent her summers off at a camp out of town. The shy teenager who was rid of her braces, still kept her hair out of her face but was growing into her own skin, all while cuddled up next to him, fitting perfectly in the crook of his arm. No, you weren’t that girl anymore…you were so much more.

“Let me guess,” Colt sighed as he took a sip of his rum. “You talked to Y/N?”

The mention of your name almost made Josh freeze in panic. He brought his cup up to his lips and took a long sip, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, if you can even call it that.”

“What do you–“

“Dude! Why the hell did you just run off like that?” Dillon asked, shoving Josh’s shoulder before turning his attention to Colt. “Did he tell you what he did?”

“No, but I think we were getting–“

“Y/N comes up as soon as doofus over here says he’s leaving and when she asks if he’s leaving, he freezes!” Dillon shook his head and let his arms drop dramatically. “But then she says hi! Actually acknowledges his existence after 10 years and what does numbnuts over here do?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dillon,” Josh mumbled, taking another sip of his scotch and making sure to admire the burn as it traveled down his throat.

“He fucking says hi…and then he LEAVES. Well, actually no, he mumbles some incoherent bullshit and then he leaves.” Dillon turned to Josh and shook his head. “What the fuck dude, she was standing right there. You should have seen the look she gave Amy and–“

Josh threw his drink back and swallowed the rest of the scotch, this time ignoring the blatant burn as he closed his eyes tightly. After a few moments, he opened them again and looked at Dillon. “You don’t know shit, so you need to shut the fuck up and drop it.”

Before Dillon or Colt could say anymore, Josh turned back towards the bar and nudged his way through the crowd. This reunion had proved to be just as miserable as he thought it would be. If it wasn’t the sneaky looks from old classmates whose names he couldn’t remember, it was the way people approached him as if he hadn’t walked the same halls or attended the same classes as they did all through their school days. They treated him like Columbus Blue Jackets Right Wing, Josh Anderson. Not Josh Anderson, a mediocre science student and all-around athlete who could charm his way out of a tardy slip. And part of him expected it since it had been a little like that once his talent on the ice started to show. Everyone always treated him like he was special than the rest, well…everyone except for you.

When he placed his glass onto the counter, he didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth before the bartender handed him another scotch. Only this one looked to be a double. Josh looked up and the bartender shrugged his shoulders. “No offense, but you look like you need it.”

“You have no idea.” He sighed, holding his glass up and cheering to the bartender before taking a long sip.

“Try me,” He said, picking up empty cups and tossing them into the trashcan. “It’s kind of the part of being a bartender. Make the drinks and then listen to people get the nasty shit off of their chest.”

Josh had no idea who this kid was, but there was something about him that he liked. Whether it be the way he made his simple drink taste like pure alcoholic gold or the way he was straightforward with his words– something inside him told him that if there was going to be one person he would talk to at this stupid place…it was him, not his best friends, not some random old classmate, but the bartender. “What’s your name?”

“Tucker Romero.”

“Romero…as in Grayson Romero?”

“Older brother, yeah.”

Josh felt like he should’ve made a connection somehow. Now that he knew his name, he could see how the two shared some genetic appearances. The same brown eyes, shaggy brown hair. The only thing Tucker seemed to lack of his older brother’s was the height and physique of a hockey player. If Josh was considered good at hockey, then Grayson was a God. Three years older than Josh, Grayson took him under his wing, showing him what workouts to do, how to gain muscle and overall improve his game. He was practically Josh’s idol. If there was anyone who would leave town and go to the NHL, it was Grayson. Until his second year at Michigan when he dropped on the ice during a game.

The fatal prognosis? An underlying heart condition.

Josh could still remember hearing the news at practice at school. How weird coach had been acting all practice and no one knew why. Being boys, they made crude jokes about how he needed to get laid and stupid shit like that. None of it seemed funny the moment he sat them down after practice and told them that Grayson had died. No one but his class and the class above him had known Grayson on a personal level, but they all knew of him on the ice. And his death had hit Josh hard– one of his first times ever dealing with grief and as a 16/17-year-old kid, he had no fucking idea what to do. It was was one of the moments that had defined his grade 11 year.

After that practice, he told the coach he’d lock up and stayed at the rink and shot puck after puck, harder and harder each time. He needed to take his anger out on something. He needed to hit something– it was all he wanted to do…all that he could do. He didn’t care if he made it in the goal, ricocheted the puck off the pipe or bust the glass. There was so much anger rushing through his body and he was scared that he would explode if he didn’t get it out. That’s when you showed up, still in your school uniform and wearing his team sweatshirt. You made a comment about how he was supposed to actually make it into the goal and before he could snap back with something smart; you said that you heard about Grayson. If he thought back hard enough, he could still see the look on your face and the way his body shook as you made your way towards him, practically gliding along the ice. He could still feel the way your arms wrapped around his waist and how he just let himself sink down onto the ice letting the overflow of emotions take over. In that memory alone, he could still hear your voice whispering to him that somehow, it’d all be okay…and he never understood why or how, but he believed you.

Josh zoned back in on his drink and finished it, plopping the cup onto the counter as Tucker slid him another one. “I’m sorry…about Gray.”

Tucker gave him a nod and a thankful glance. “It’s alright. Kind of crazy how fast 12 years go by though, you know?” He turned back around with another cup of scotch– a single this time. “But I know my brother isn’t what has you downing scotch like a dehydrated dog. I lost you for a second, where’d you go?”

Josh swished the scotch around in his cup as he stared at the swirling liquid. “I ran into someone who I haven’t seen in 10 years and let’s just say our last meeting didn’t end so well.”

“Let me guess, ex-girlfriend?”

It shouldn’t have stung as much as it did, the word ex-girlfriend. Even if that’s what you’ve been…what you are to him after all these years. But it did, it stung like hell and a sip of scotch eased the ache a little. “Her name’s Y/N and yeah, she’s my…ex. But that’s not the reason why I’m all…like this.”

Liar, he was a fucking liar and he knew it. Seeing you again was exactly the reason why he was drowning his feelings in cheap scotch, but he couldn’t admit it to himself, let alone anyone else. “Do you ever just want to…leave this place and never come back?” He could feel the alcohol begin to invade his thoughts, which he knew could either be dangerous or not. But his give a fuck meter was starting to run really low.

“No?” Tucker raised an eyebrow and Josh didn’t understand why he was so confused. It was a straightforward question that could be answered with a straightforward answer. “Think about it man, this place…it’s pretty damn nice. The neighborhoods, the stores, the restaurants, and hell even the people are great. There’s a little bit of everything for everyone, no matter the age, you know?”

He walked off to hand Kiss-Ass McGhee a cup of red wine and Josh closed his eyes and turned his head slightly, hoping that he’d noticed the old class President soon enough to be avoided. “Josh, hey!”

“Well fuck,” he mumbled beneath his breath, sitting himself up straight and turning around with his ‘media’ smile on his face. “Hey, Kis-Kyle! How have you been, man?” He stuck out his hand and shook it, taking in his former classmates appearance. “Looks like you grew into your ears man.”

Shit, was that too mean? Too forward? Josh had already almost slipped up once by almost calling him Kiss-Ass McGhee. Maybe he should cut himself off of the drinks.

Kiss-Ass McGhee just laughed and let their hands fall. “Yeah, grew into them around the same time I finished going through puberty– Sophomore year of college.” He looked over Josh’s shoulder and nodded his head as he took a sip of wine. “We’re getting ready to start the slideshow, but I’ll come and find you after! I’m curious to see how you’ve been.”

The moment he left the bar, Josh let his fake smile fall and he took another sip of his scotch. “I was a dick in secondary. My friends and I used to make fun of him, call him Kiss-Ass McGhee and to be frank, I have no fucking clue why. We overheard someone call him a kiss-ass and just rolled with it.” He took another sip and looked back at Tucker. “But he seems like a good guy.”

“You’re avoiding the topic,” Tucker rolled his eyes and put the cork back in the wine bottle. “But you know, who you are in high school isn’t who you are for the rest of your life.”

It was like déjà vu in his mind as the words left Tucker’s lips. It was pretty much what Dillon had said at the diner– how it’s been 10 years since what went down between you and Josh and there’s no way that the two of you were those same kids. And yeah, he was right…but was he really? Could you have let what happened in the past go? Or were you like him and pushing it further back into your mind and letting it haunt you.

“So you really like this place? Like…there’s not even the slightest feeling of wanting to never see this place again? Leave it all behind?”

“Not really, there are a lot of special places here, you know?” Tucker shrugged at Josh’s confused face and sighed, leaning his elbows on the counter. “I mean, every time I pass that park on Cherry I think about how when I was a kid, Grayson and I would walk home from his hockey practice and he’d always let me stop and play. The theatre? First kiss there with my first girlfriend happened there. The way the streets get all quiet at night, I think about how my friends and I would sneak out with a couple of beers and go sit out in the school parking lot and just talk. Everywhere I look around this place, holds a good memory…and sometimes when I’m down in the shitter, those places help.”

Josh knew exactly what he meant because the moment he crossed into town, it was as if everywhere he looked had a highlight reel of happy moments stored in his brain. The empty field where everyone would gather at the end of the summer and have one last summer party. The streets where all the kids on his block would play street hockey in the summer heat and rotate houses for lemonade and popsicles. The frozen lake where he’d kissed a girl for the first time…where he’d kissed you for the first time. And the diner, God walking back into that place with the boys felt like he was a prisoner on death row and walking towards his own execution.

That place…that place was your guys’ safe haven. Where you’d go after every hockey game and do homework together, though he’d spent more time watching you do your homework than doing his own. In the summers, after days on the lake, your parents would send you guys to grab food for the families and laugh about how tired your arms would be after carrying it all back into their backyard. How that booth off in the corner…that one red booth that had been your safe haven so many times, was also where everything went wrong.

“Good Evening everyone, thanks for coming out tonight!” Kis–Kyle said, speaking into the microphone. “I’d just like to give a quick thanks to Mallory Johnson and Vic Geiger for helping me get all of this together. And, of course, to Principal Sanders for allowing us to use the gym for the reunion tonight.”

The crowd followed Kyle McGhee and applauded at the courteous shout outs before settling down again. “I don’t know about you guys, but when the time came for this reunion, I honestly didn’t want to go. I mean, it’s been 10 years since we last walked those halls, sat in those seats and since most of us have all been in the same space together. For me, it wasn’t about how much time has passed that worried me. I wasn’t worried about being asked a million questions about what I do now, do I have a family, and am I happy? No, I think what worried me the most, was standing in this room and remembering everything as if it happened yesterday.”

For the first time in his life, Josh found himself focused in on what Kiss-Ass McGhee had to say. It wasn’t the alcohol making him focus in, it was what the speech entailed. It was as if Kiss-Ass McGhee was pulling the fear right out of his gut and spilling it all on that stage.

“I was worried that the memories that I had made here, the friends I hung out with at lunch, the clubs I joined, the parties I never went to– that all of it would somehow leak itself into my present and I would lose myself in the person that walked these halls.” He took a sip of his wine and shook his head. “Not like that’s a bad thing either, you know? Cause I graduated with no regrets, great friends and amazing memories. I’m proud of the person I am back then. But coming back here now, 10 years later, 10 years wiser and better looking, I was scared that I would reminisce on this time of my life– and regret everything that I did.”

“Should I have gone to those parties? Did I really need to join another extracurricular? Why didn’t I ask Y/N L/N to that winter dance in grade 9,” Josh could feel his eye twitch as a few laughs filled the gym and his eyes wandered on the crowd…looking for you. Were you laughing at his joke? Were you blushing? Was it even a joke? …Would you have gone with Kiss-Ass McGhee if he asked?

“Anyway, the point I’m making is, I was terrified of coming here today because, for some strange reason, 10 years just didn’t seem enough. But standing here in front of all of you, seeing everything that you guys have accomplished since we graduated, whether that be starting your own business, achieving a Ph.D., starting beautiful families…winning a Stanley Cup– seeing my old classmates do these amazing things with their lives, trumped any fear that I had.”

“There’s something special about the class of 2012 and there has been the moment we graced the halls as tiny Niners. And it’s evident that this class is still special, because of everything we’ve become since then. There’s a quote I found that I thought would be great to share before I played this video,” He cleared his throat and read it off of his phone. “Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”

Josh doesn’t know why he did it. Whether something inside of him told him to look that way or what– but when he shifted his vision slightly off of Kiss-Ass McGhee and to the right…he saw you, and you were looking right at him. He opened his mouth as if you’d be able to understand anything he could say from so far away, but instead, he chickened out again and brought the scotch to his lips and looking at the video playing on a portable screen.

It was weird, seeing the younger versions of them as the old videos and pictures played across the screen. At some of them, Josh couldn’t help but laugh– a real, hearty laugh. Like the one after the Championship hockey game where you could see him and Dillon flying in the air to add onto the dog pile on the ice, or the tacky themed spirit weeks. For the first time that night, he found himself looking back on his time here with a positive outlook.

Until you popped up on the screen, or better yet– a picture of the two of you in your final year of secondary– right after the school celebrated the fact that he had gotten drafted into the NHL by Columbus. The two of you were smiling so hard that it looked like your eyes were closed. You were facing each other, both sporting Columbus Blue Jackets gear– matching long sleeve shirts. He felt his throat tighten as the picture stayed up and his eyes took in the smiles, the laugh you two were sharing when the picture was taken and the way you were tucked into his side.

It was too much. He had to leave.

He couldn’t even finish off his scotch before he gave Tucker a few more bills and slapped them onto the counter. “Thanks for everything Tucker, I’ll see you later.”

Giving a knowing nod, Tucker put the bills into his pocket and picked up Josh’s cup as he turned away. Josh kept his head down as he made is way towards the exit of the gym, making sure he stuck to the back of the crowd as to not draw any attention to himself. When he made it out of the double gym doors, he raised his head a little more and walked through the next set, putting himself outside. It wasn’t enough; he needed more space away from this place, away from you. He knew he couldn’t drive, the four scotches would soon hit his system and he’s not irresponsible. He pulled out his phone to order an uber when he saw a taxicab waiting a few feet to his right. Sending a silent prayer up to whoever was listening, he jogged over to it, knocking on the passenger window. “Are you working?”

“Where do you need to go?”

Shit. He didn’t even think that far, he just followed his gut and left the damn gym. There were a ton of places he could go, but how would he even pick. He got into the back and closed the door. “Just drive away from here, I’ll pick a place to stop.” He could tell the driver thought he was batshit crazy, but didn’t question him anyway.

“Alright, wherever it is.”

As the taxi pulled out of the high school parking lot, Josh could only feel the pressure in his chest get tighter. This wasn’t supposed to happen, getting away from that place was supposed to make him feel better– not worse. He ran his fingers through his hand and then down his face as he closed his eyes and groaned. His head was throbbing as his conversation with Tucker and Kiss-Ass McGhee’s speech rang through his head.

“Everywhere I look around this place, holds a good memory…and sometimes when I’m down in the shitter, those places help.”

“…and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”

Josh took a deep breath and let his hand fall from his face as he opened his eyes and saw what was ahead. “Take a right at the turn light and pull into the parking lot, please.” Not bothering to look at how much he grabbed, he handed over the bills as the driver came to a stop. “Thanks, have a good night.”

He got out of the cab and closed the door behind him, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked across the parking lot and to the door. Opening them, the bell above his head rang and he stepped into the building. When he was a teenager, the diner was always busy around this time– filled to the brim with students, which it was now…but none of them were his classmates.

He looked around and saw that the booth was empty. It was rough, getting his feet to move in that direction, but he did it anyway and soon enough he was standing right beside it. He stared at the glossed table, running his fingers over the cold surface before sitting down with his back to the door. He didn’t know why he was here and the anxiety was brewing within him as his legs bounced beneath the table and his fingers tapped in an untimely rhythm on the table as a memory flashed through his mind.

God, why was he here?

The bell above the door rang again and when he looked back, it was you. Before now, you’d always arrived at the diner at the same time– like you guys were synced somehow. But lately, one is always a little early or a little late– never on time. That was the first thing he’d noticed, but you’d noticed a lot more. Maybe it was the fact that you had always been more attentive when it came to noticing the small things– like how when he’d hold your hand he’d always rub his thumb against yours. How he no longer would come up from behind you and hug you and rest his head on top of yours before making a joke about how he was taller than you. The way he seemed tuned in to whatever you were saying, but the interest wasn’t there anymore.

And it’s not like he was the only guilty one. You hated to admit it, but there were times when you’d stare at your ceiling late at night in bed and make a pros and cons list of your relationship. Most of the time, the pros heavily outweighed the cons– but after that first year of juniors…it seemed as if the opposite side was starting to grow. You didn’t want to blame it on hockey, because that wasn’t the issue. Hell, you couldn’t pinpoint the issue even if it was blown up and glowing like a Vegas sign. But you wanted a reason; you needed for there to be a reason why things just didn’t feel the same.

Almost 3 years and now things started to feel different and you couldn’t help but wonder…have they always been different and you guys were too wrapped up in each other to notice?

When you sat down across from him, the shake you normally shared was already sitting in the middle– two straws probably put there by Mrs. O’Donnell no doubt. The summer was coming to an end, so the diner was busy with teens fresh off the water and chowing down on burgers and fries around you guys– but when Josh looked at you, it was as if you were the only two in the room. You tried to read his face, was it sad? Angry? What the hell was going on in that thick skull of his? Why did he call you here when you normally come to the diner together on Friday’s…which was tomorrow. You’d always been able to read him, you have since you were kids. But right now…there was nothing. When had that changed?

“Y/N…” Josh said, his voice a little low as he tapped his fingers on the table. He’d been going over in his head just how he was going to break the news to you. That he was going to stay with the Knights for the next two seasons. There was the subtle approach, the hinting around approach, but he couldn’t make up his mind.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, seeing the conflict hiding behind his eyes. It only made your heart race and your mind wonder if the one thing you’d wanted to avoid, was getting ready to happen. “Are you–“

“I’m staying in London with the Knights!” He just blurted it out and the moment the final word left his lips, he just stared at you in shock. The direct way…was not the way he wanted to go about it.

You let out a breath that you weren’t even aware you’d been holding. “Okay?”

Josh sat back, visibly in shock as his eyebrows furrows. “Okay? That’s it?”

“Well yeah…what else am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know, maybe more than just Okay. I mean, you were suggesting I move over and play for Mississauga Steelheads….”

Now it was your time to be shocked, not only at how the tone in his voice had gone from shock to accusatory but the way he was forming the situation. “I suggested that because you said you were unsure about whether or not you were going to stay with London.”

“I never doubted that.”

“Oh my God, yes you did! You called me every night and complained about playing time or how you got moved down a line and the coach was switching you up constantly!” You caught yourself before your voice could get a little higher. “You were the one who talked about leaving the team first, not me.”

Josh could feel himself begin to get frustrated because he knew it was true. He knew that he’d called multiple times throughout the seasons to vent his frustrations with how it was going. But that was it– it was just pillow talk from far away, thinking that his girlfriend could be the person he could vent to with no judgments. But now here it was, biting him in the ass as you sat across from him. “Was it really just a suggestion?”

“What?”

“Why Mississauga? Why not Niagara? Ottawa? Hell, even fucking Plymouth? Why Mississauga when they’re at the bottom of the standings?”

You let yourself fall back into your booth in disbelief because you knew what he was insinuating. “I can’t believe you’d even…”

“Tell me, Y/N because I’m dying to know,” Now he was letting his anger take control and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop it. The only people, who were able to control it, were you and his mom– and right now, you were the target. ”I know why you didn’t apply to UBC.”

He leaned his arms on the table. “It’s all connecting, Y/N– it’s all starting to make sense. You didn’t apply because you’re scared. You’re scared to go off to Vancouver without a safety blanket and that’s not me– I’m not your safety blanket. I’m not something you can keep wrapped around your arm.” The more he spoke, the sharper his tone became and he couldn’t do anything to stop it even as he could see the emotion all over your face. “That’s why you told me Mississauga! Because…because you want me here, with you isn’t it? You want me playing on the shittiest team in the Central division so you won’t be scared. So you can have me on your arm and say you’re dating a hockey player.”

You could feel the tears build in your eyes as his words kept digging beneath your skin. “That’s not true and you don’t mean these things, you’re just angry and–“

“STOP!” His voice silenced the couple behind you and you wanted to sink into the booth at the unwanted attention. “Stop putting things in my head and don’t lie, because it’s true. You’re so scared that you’re willing to drag my career down by telling me that Mississauga would make me happier but it won’t! It won’t make me better, it won’t get me to the NHL and it won’t make me happy!”

You couldn’t even begin to process what he had just said because your mind was only focused on one thing– ‘you’re willing to drag my career down.’ At this point, there was no stopping the tears from falling down your flushed cheeks as you looked at him. “How fucking dare you say that I’m dragging your career down.”

He pushed himself away from the table, his eyes wide as if he had just understood what he said himself. “I–“

“No, don’t talk,” You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath to try and compose yourself. “You don’t get to accuse me of trying to sabotage your career when all I wanted for you, was to see you follow your dream and make it to the NHL. For the last year, I’ve put you and your dreams ahead of my own. Because I l-love you and I want you to succeed.”

You don’t know how you were able to do it, but you stood yourself up from the booth and managed to stand up, refusing to let him see how shaky your legs were. “I don’t care about dating a hockey player because newsflash Josh, we live in fucking Canada and they’re everywhere!” You went to walk away, but you reached up and held onto the necklace he had given you for Christmas. It was a gold locket with pictures of the both of you and sharing the chain with it, was a gold charm of his jersey number.

You brushed your hair to the side and undid the necklace, not bothering to clasp it back again as you dropped it on the table in front of him. He looked up at you for the first time since you moved out of the booth– not even the slightest look of regret on his face. “I didn’t apply to UBC, because I got accepted into Fanshawe.”

A look of recognition flashed across his face and it only made your heart hurt more. You put aside your dream school to be near him in London– news that you were planning on surprising him with today since the acceptance letter was resting in your purse. But instead, he accused you of holding him back. “Y/N I–“

You let your face go stone cold, ignoring the aching feeling in your chest as you stared into his blue eyes. “Have a nice life, Josh.”

You walked away from the booth, having trouble holding back any further tears from falling and focusing on walking straight without wanting to collapse from ache on the floor. As soon as the bell rang above the door and the summer breeze hit your face, the façade you’d maintained, crumbled down as the breeze carried your sobs away.

The clink of a glass plopping down in front of him tore Josh away from the depths of his memory. He kept his head down but looked up through his eyelashes to see a milkshake as a body slid in the other side of the booth. When he looked up, his jaw dropped.

“Let’s try this again, yeah?” You plopped the two straws into the milkshake and crumbled the wrappers, tossing them onto the counter. “Hi, Josh.”

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Chapter 95: Love Again

Hello folks, we’re back! I know I said I wouldn’t touch this series again, until I needed some motivation for working on False Idol but I’ve decided to kind of add an addendum to the rule. Now whenever I miss an update, I must read one chapter of BCB and make a rant in order to make up for the lack of content as well as being punishment for myself. As some of you know, if you read the author’s notes in the most recent page of False Idol; I had my wisdom teeth removed a week or so ago. Which kept me out of it and ended up making me miss an update. And as such we must pick up where we left off, here! And boy is this chapter going to be interesting!

See? This guy gets it!

We start the chapter off wi-

Oh my god, what’s wrong with your face?

Anyway, Daisy’s talking about her upcoming birthday party an-

OH MY GOD! What’s wrong with your face?

But anyway, Paulo’s doing his usual shtick now of giving Daisy that sub-zero cold shoulder. This time, by diverting his attention away to some random girl next to him and flirting with her. While at the same time treating us to a classic meme.

Oh Paulo, you silly fool. In either case, this part drags on a bit too long with Paulo remarking things a bit brash but par for the course for his new passive aggressive nature towards Daisy. It wouldn’t be too bad actually, if it was just this page but…

Oh…

Hello, Madison.

Your input and presence is always welcome.

It sure is interesting seeing her interact with new bitchy Paulo...

So basically, Madison is upset about Paulo flirting with the random girl. And she’s acting as a sledgehammer to drive the point home that we’re supposed to be upset about Paulo flirting with this random girl, even though we’ve clearly seen the context of the situation and know he was doing it primarily to be a passive aggressive douche and ignore Daisy. But oh I guess, this is still a bad thing. It just seems forced, I mean if you wanted to make this more serious why not have this sort of thing as its own chapter? Spend time showing us more of this to help strengthen this motivation, the only other time I can think of where Paulo was leering at someone else was with Sandy, before that was Boy Toy where it was more about Paulo trying to reaffirm his sexuality than anything. And you can’t really blame the guy for not wanting to tie the knot. Given his track record for romance, every time things start to get serious, or he tries to put his all into a relationship, it just crumbles apart and he ends up losing that friend and the bridge is never repaired. Of course he’d be scared the same would happen to Rachel if he was to try and do the same with her and he doesn’t want that. But why bring this up now? This whole drama should be its own chapter, why is it forced in here in this chapte-

Oh…I see…

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I’m at the bottom of that bottle. Numb my senses, drown my sorrows, and I’m like “oh damn I’d done it again, oh damn I’d done it again.”

But back to the comic, we see Taeshi experimenting with some advanced paneling techniques. Specifically, out of box paneling with Daisy.

And as a fellow “artiste” I see that this is clearly meant to be a visual connection for how Daisy’s mood and the tone of the comic shifts from this scene to the last time she did this in the start of the chapter. As well as serving as a scene transition smoothly ushering us to this part of the story. It’s very well done, and quite brave.

Or perhaps, this is just Daisy finally achieving critical mass, and the comic can no longer contain her girth! She’s breaking out of the comic! She can not be contained! EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! SHE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL!

Okay, but all jokes aside, I actually like this scene. We see Daisy talk about her frustrations and guilt with Paulo, and Mike gives some helpful advice as we see them actually trying to work through this problem!

Oh shut the fuck up, Abbey! Mike for once is giving some good advice! Yes! Remember kids, talk things out and try to work through it! And this scene really helps us to empathize with Daisy, I can especially relate to her for this.

Don’t look at me like that Mike. You don’t know me.

In either case, I do appreciate this talk. It seems like Taeshi is finally having the characters take a proactive approach to their drama an-

It her! The moment we’ve all been waiting for! LOOK!

LOOK SAM! IT’S LUCY! LUCY’S BACK! ALL THE SUFFERING, ALL THE YEARS OF BULLSHIT HAS FINALLY BROUGHT US TO THIS! WE CAN FINALLY GET ANSWERS! WE WILL KNOW THE TRUTH! WHAT HAPPENED TO HER! WHERE SHE’S BEEN! THE CHARACTERS CAN GET CLOSURE! IT’S HERE! WE’VE MADE IT! ALL THESE YEARS, WE’VE FINALLY MADE IT!

And look! All the friends are gathering round and are just as excited! That’s right Mike! Cower in the corner there, this isn’t about you! (wait, how the fuck did he get back off to there when she was apparently inches from his face?) But…something doesn’t seem right.

And I’m not just talking about fucking creepy ass Abbey over here, looming over everyone with that ominously dead smile. Wait, what’s that?

Oh my god, what’s wrong with her face?

OH MY GOD! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE?!

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That literally looks like she doesn’t have a mouth, but rather she just took lipstick and smeared it on her face to look like a smile. Alright time for the big rant, here it comes! Because it was at this moment, that I realized this chapter was the birth of what is my personal biggest artistic pet peeve for BCB. FUCKING TRIANGLE MOUTHS! LOOK AT THIS SHIT! WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? You know how much I hate this face? I HATE IT MORE THAN I HATE THE GIGANTIC HEADS! THAT’S HOW MUCH I HATE THESE MOUTHS! Because it’s not just lazy as fuck, but even more than that, it’s not just distracting, but it ruins what should be a very heartfelt and emotional scene! How the hell am I supposed to take any of these faces seriously?!

These triangle mouths are so fucking bad, that I can’t appreciate this scene and what’s happening. I can’t fully empathize or read how this character is feeling because of these mouths! It’s not just ugly, but it feels forced! It takes me out of the scene, because that’s not a normal expression! It’s the same problem I had with the XD face, Paulo made here.

Well okay, I had a much bigger problem going on with this panel than the expression. But I can accept this here, or at least overlook it, because this is meant to be a joke. It’s a stupid and unfunny joke, but it is a joke, and thus not meant to be taken seriously. THIS FUCKING SCENE WITH LUCY SHOULD BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! BUT IT CAN’T BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY WHEN ALL I CAN THINK OF IS

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR FACE?!

But whatever, y’know? We’re not here for that, we’re here for Lucy. At least she’s here, at least we can get some answers, and the characters care and are as hungry as we are for information what do we know?

Okay, she was in a private school? Uhh, okay. I figured she’d be in asylum or something, for some mental rehabilitation. But okay, I guess she went to a private school for the rest of her sophomore year. Cool, I guess?

Ahhh yes! Sue! Asking how she’s been doing, and of course not that well. Which, is a given. Not much info there. But come on! We as readers have been waiting with baited breath to know more about Lucy! This is a 50 page chapter I’m sure we’ll learn a bit about her recovery, and her experience, how she feels an-

Oh…Okay…that’s fine too. Uhh alright then, but-

Oh! Hello, Paulo!

And hello Abbey, where the fuck did you come from? Did your Paulo Senses start tingling, and you had to make sure we all were aware that you do not like him? That’s cool. Actually, I like this part of the scene. It brings things back to a more lighthearted flavor, and it’s very refreshing after everything else.

I especially like this joke. It’s a nice bit of fan service for those of us who remember and appreciate the lighthearted slapstick that Lucy and the comic used to bring. This scene really shows us more than anything else so far that this is Lucy. She’s back, and she’s still got that take-no-shit attitude. I love it.

Oh wait, no I mean

OH MY GOD, LUCY YOU FUCKING BITCH! HOW CAN YOU ASSAULT PAULO LIKE THAT?! HE WAS YOUR CLOSE FRIEND, AND HE CARES ABOUT YOU! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HURT EVERYONE?! MY GOD, HOW THE FUCK DOES ANYONE LIKE THIS CHARACTER? ABUSE IS NEVER A JOKE! LUCY IS A BAD!

But Blessed Lucy just smiles and gives Daisy a nice little present and says “Shut up bitch cow. Go eat some bitch grass.” And the rest of the scene is centered around Mike cowering away from Lucy, until lunchtime where

Paulo tries to get her attention and bring her to the table. Lucy though, doesn’t want to join them. Seemingly due to not wanting to make things more awkward with Mike. But Paulo persists, wanting to catch up with Lucy and hopefully get more answers from her especially given how the last time he saw her she asked him to make out with her. But…

Holy shit, Sue are you…Are you pulling a…Gillete?

Is this the best a fan can get?

Sue says this, which I can understand. Lucy is still recovering from her traumatic experience, and of course doesn’t want to talk about it right now. Understandable, and Lucy of course is distraught by this. She doesn’t like her friends fighting like this, and is pretty overwhelmed and probably guilty for the fact her reappearance has only sparked more drama and in-fighting.

But then Sue and Paulo are so focused on getting what they want, Sue being too focused on being supportive and protective of Lucy, and Paulo being too focused on trying to get answers that neither of them realize that Lucy has already gone. Not being able to bear to watch her friends fight over her, and not siding with either side…

Oh wait, sorry. No that’s just what I would’ve liked to happen, since that would’ve made sense and line up with her behavior so far. No, instead Lucy smugly walks away and thanks Susan for fighting her battles for her like an asshole. And this is the moment where a big red flag went off, and sirens were ringing in my head. That this thing is not Lucy, or rather not the Lucy I know. Not the Lucy I love. But what you probably already know. Not the Lucy I write.

I know, it’s not fair to bring up my own stuff and compare it to the canon, but I feel compelled to given that Sue’s behavior here is very in line with how she acted in January.

Sue was VERY defensive of Lucy, (as well as very angry at Paulo) but the part where January actually deviates from the canon (unintentionally) is how Lucy feels about that sort of thing.

What that chicken scratch writing is supposed to say is, “I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.” Sue was very protective of Paulo, but Lucy made it clear that she didn’t want that. She didn’t want her friends fighting and near the end she says this:

Lucy would not like seeing this sort of thing happen to her friends. She’d feel guilty as anyone else would to see the people they loved or at least cared for start fighting over them. Now, I know, this is my own interpretation of the canon and of course I’m fuckin’ wrong because I’m not Taeshi. But I bring up the comparison, because if you remember my previous rants you’d know that January was meant to be a faithful story to BCB. These points aren’t just because it’s how I want Lucy to be, or because that’s how I made Lucy be…It’s because this was honestly what I thought Lucy would be. When she’s broken, the reoccurring message from Lucy is:

Did you get the message? It’s that the last thing Lucy wanted was to make things worse for her friends (in the case of the January examples: Mike). But I guess this is just what I wanted to see, and I’m sure someone is going to be happy and wanted to see Lucy feed the fire, and see her friends act like this. And I’m sure all that they will get out of this part of the rant is me saying to the canon:

But anyway what’s happening in the canon? I kinda forgo-

OH MY GOD! Holy shit, things are getting heated! While everyone scratches their heads, wondering what’s going on with Lucy, Paulo goes straight to the source an-

OH MY GAWD WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR FAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!? Seriously, that face is really undercutting the tension and severity of this scene. And this is a very tense scene, let me appreciate it.

Paulo is taking no shit right now! He is at his breaking point! He is fed up and wants some god damn answers! He’s going a bit too far, but it helps to show how fed up and frustrated he is. Finally snapping at Daisy, but of course now Abbey steps in to defend his lady’s honor. But it’s a bad move! Paulo is in his no-fucks mode! He’s finally gonna reveal what happened! And-

Oh what the fuck is that face?

Oh come on, not like this…

THAT’S HOW YOU’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT AND REVEAL THAT YOU WERE ASSAULTED? LIKE A SMUG ASSHOLE? WHY IS EVERYONE TURNING INTO SMUG ASSHOLES?! How am I supposed to take this seriously? THE CHARACTER HIMSELF ISN’T TAKING THIS VERY SERIOUSLY!

At least Daisy’s taking this seriously, but again!

WHAT IS THAT FACE?! I KNOW PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME THAT I’M ALWAYS VICTIM BLAMING, BUT THIS SHIT IS WHY I LOSE SYMPATHY!

THE MAN JUST FLIPPED FROM BEING FUMING MAD, TO BEING SMUG AND SMARMY, TO NOW TRYING TO ACT SARCASTIC!

But fuck you, I’m not gonna let these shitty expressions clearly meant to paint Paulo as a bad person even when he’s completely justified and is actually the fucking victim here; ruin my catharsis, luckily Daisy is here to take this seriously.

That’s right, Daisy! Put his feet to the fire! Don’t let him get away with this! And Abbey, what kind of bullshit excuse is that? What do you mean by “the way he’s been acting lately” You mean being passive aggressive, ignoring Daisy, or as one might say…

Staying away from her? Wanna know why I hate Abbey? This is why.

Thankfully, Daisy is standing her ground and acting like Daisy and caring about her friend being hurt.

BUT OF COURSE ABBEY HAS TO MAKE IT ABOUT HIMSELF DOESN’T HE? OH YOU POOR THING, I’M SORRY I DON’T HAVE SYMPATHY FOR THE ABUSE VICTIM WHO ASSAULTS A MOTHERFUCKER WITH COWARDICE, WHILE STILL HAVING THE GALL TO ACT LIKE HE DID NOTHING WRONG! It’s like we’re supposed to feel sorry for Abbey, that Daisy’s turned on him and taking Paulo’s side. But how the fuck is she supposed to react to that? “Oh I don’t care that you got chokeslammed, Paulo! You’re still an asshole and deserved it, and Abbey was just protecting himself!”

And to make all this better,

MAH NIGGA!

I take back every bad thing I ever said or thought about you, David! You are a 100% certified Good Boy! You took the words right out of my mouth! You’re getting a treat tonight boy! You ain’t getting no kibble and bits tonight, you’re getting the fancy feast! I bet you didn’t know Fancy Feast had food for dogs! That’s how fancy it is! Good boy!

But anyway, the chapter then goes on to show Lucy wandering the grounds. Perhaps ruminating on memories there, or perhaps looking for something…or someone~

Or at least that’s how this chapter should’ve gone, instead we’re treated to watching a bit more Abbey. And we’re supposed to feel sorry for him. Oh boo hoo, I ruined my own relationship. Why does nobody agree with me. Actually hold on, I have something for this.

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“They called it assault, but it really wasn’t my fault! Everyone else is an asshole.”

But for real, why are we focusing on Abbey? Lucy’s here, shouldn’t we be focusing on her? What the hell could be happening to Abbey now that would warrant our attentio-

OH YOU LITTLE WHORE! WHY THE TRIANGLE FACE, JASMINE?

THEY LITERALLY JUST SANK HIS SHIP, AND YOU’RE ALREADY MOVING IN! MY GOD! IS TAESHI EVEN TRYING TO MAKE THIS SHIT SEEM NATURAL ANYMORE?!

Y’know, I thought I was a bit harsh back in the day when I referred to Jasmin as a cockwarmer. I thought it was just a funny, yet apt title for her character pretty much being created solely to be shipped with Paulo after Tess, and later to be thrown away when his true ship reveals itself.

BUT OH MY GOD, JASMINE LITERALLY IS JUST A NARRATIVE COCK WARMER! Cause this whole fandom and drama is centered around shipping, just can’t let one character go unshipped! Nuh uh, gotta force Jasmine in there to keep it warm! I hope you’re happy together in background hell!

But okay, NOW we can talk about Lucy. She wanders around until…

A wild edgy boy appears! And oh man…

I ain’t gonna lie.

I fucking love this scene. I feel like this is how this chapter and reunion should’ve been.

See this is why I get so mad about those scenes, because I know even with my cynical, jaded, hardened, and worn out heart. Taeshi knows exactly how and what to do to tug at my heartstrings no matter what. And this scene is an excellent example. It’s not just seeing these characters we love reunite, but the feeling and dialogue mirrors the feeling that we as readers felt reuniting with Lucy. And the good stuff doesn’t stop there!

Not gonna lie, this got a chuckle out of me. Seeing Lucy acting like herself again, talking like she used to. It’s the first time we see her open up and act like the Lucy we know and love.

Oh wait, sorry I mean.

OH MY GOD LUCY WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU’RE SERIOUSLY DOING IT AGAIN! HITTING THOSE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT, HE’S THE ONE PERSON WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT YOU AND YOU DO THAT! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ABUSE EVERYONE AROUND YOU! ABBEY DINDU NUFFIN WRONG!

Shut up bitch cow, go eat some bitch grass.

But as I was saying, this scene is really the highlight of this chapter. Even when it turns our attention away from Lucy, it’s done with purpose.

It’s a well done scene that reminds us about Alejandro, and that he’s still out there, and that he is still a big threat to these characters. It’s a well done scene, showing the close relationship between Lucy and Augustus contrasted by her treatment towards her original friends. Not only that but we also are reminded of Augustus’ predicament and with it we get a good example of the amount of power Alejandro has over him. But even better, we see a bit of that fire inside Lucy that made us love her, that determined headstrong mentality that made Lucy, Lucy.

And I know I already did my obligatory January comparisons for the rant, but I just have to bring this back because I said it first.

And the scene ends with Lucy hinting at a dark missing piece of the past, before telling Augustus to meet her after class.

But enough of that good stuff, we need to spend some time with our-

Favorite character in the world. Even when she’s not being a mad bitch, she’s still not likable. Especially not with…

That…

Face…

Why must you be like this? I just gave you praise.

But aww isn’t this nice too?

Look at how sweet this is, Sam!

Aren’t you happy to see all this love for Rachel?

Isn’t this nice, Sam? You love Rachel! She’s the best character, right? Don’t you love Rachel?

Sam? Sam, why are you crying? What’s wrong? This is a happy scene! Aren’t you happy that Rachel has such close loving friends, Sam? How could you be sad about this?

Okay, but for real this scene can fuck off. I know what you’re doing Taeshi, and it’s MEAN! THAT’S JUST MEAN! On top of that, this whole section has nothing to do with anything else in this chapter. I would’ve glossed over all of this part if not for

What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Character.

But luckily we’re back to Lucy! Look Sam!

It’s Lucy! You love Lucy, don’t you? We’ve waited three long years, seen characters get destroyed, characters rebuilt, we’ve gone through all the pain, but it’s all worth it. We can finally spend time with Lucy, and Augustus! We’re gonna get those answers! We’re gonna see how she’s been! She’s going to turn this train around! She’s gonna-

WHELP! FUCK YOU TOO, I GUESS!

Well at least Augustus calls her out on that melodramatic bullshit, but for real. What is this?

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At least we can spend some time with Lucy’s family, and it’s nice to see how much they care. I just wish Lucy would reciprocate that a little. To quote my friend from the discord, paraphrasing Lucy, “As you can see I am largely unscathed. Unlike when I attempted to kill myself recently.” And people thought that Lucy having Mike feel her scar to show the truth was her being rude and manipulating.

Still, I can appreciate the chemistry, and it is pretty fun. If not a bit hollow, but that might just be this giant hole in my chest cavity that Taeshi created.

But Lucy drops the bomb, and

OH HO HO! OH NO! OH I KNOW WHAT’S COMIN’ YOU LITTLE SHIT!

Oh ho, you motherfucker I know what’s comin’. You all know what’s comin’ and I am gonna be ready to lay on the hurt. I only saw two pages of this scene, but I already have more than enough to say. I’m about to get surgical on your ass. This rant is already hella long, and I don’t want this scene getting shuffled in with all this other crap. Oh no.

This scene… It deserves my full and undivided attention.

#Bittersweet Candy Bowl #rant

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Symphogear, EP. 3 (Cont.)

“aight fellas im here for the fortnite session where we droppin boys”

Hibiki shows up, ready to participate in this four player game of sociological tension.

“hope hibiki’s doing okay. im worried about her. ryoko, stop resting your arm on my head.”

“ryoko does as ryoko pleases baby”

Vibrates angstily.

“im missing my wife for this guys please lets just do this”

“wish i had a wife too instead of this vase filled with fucking ashes” SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

The squad analyzes the statistics of all Noise outbreaks over the last month to see if there’s a pattern somewhere. Somehow, Hibiki is regarded as an authority on this, despite being just a normal girl.

This is not the face of someone who has a degree in Noisology, let alone even listened to a Noisia album.

“looking photogenic while this girl describes how these horrible, lovecraftian entities butcher entire populations will look great on my acting resume”

Strained sounds of holding back laughter at this absolute clownery.

*coughs quietly*

Exposition goes on about the UN acknowledging the existence of Noise, but them existing for far longer, existing in myths as demons and monsters of long ago. This makes little sense, but fuck it, just roll with it. They also say the Noise is rare, but this being Symphogear, the Noise will be here forever, until the end of time.

“its like the noise are a metaphor........................”

Hibiki, looking dead inside as the average overnight studying student would, muses whether someone is behind the noise. She also asks if you can hear the sound of one hand clapping.

Tsubasa makes a very relevant observation that the school is smack dab at the center of all these outbreaks. In retrospect, you probably should have asked her first. She points out it may be because someone wants their get their hands on the almost complete relic hidden away in the 2nd Division: Durandal. Why anyone wants an old ass french sword is beyond me.

“yeah i can do exposition too, fuck you”

Finished relics are extremely rare and as a result extremely powerful. Incomplete ones are pretty powerful, but need to be rebuilt a bit.

“i discovered all this, conveniently, as the only person left to do so! totally not suspicious at all.”

“anime plot hurting brain. bullshit levels make think no good.”

“wish i got hired for a macross anime instead, they get to go to space”

“being meguca is suf- wait, im confusing my roles”

The exposition goes on to note that America wants the relic. This is one of the few shows that depicts America in a very serious and antagonistic light. America never cooperates in any useful way except once.

“it should would suck if someone was sending us them noise monster all on purpose-like”

“yeah............! suuuuuure would suck.... mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmmm...”

Tsubasa and Ogawa quietly plan idol ruminations. This animation used to be far, far worse.

This is the moment where Tsubasa becomes sword-kin. From here on out, she will always refer to herself as a sword. This is law. Literally every single season has this same deal. She believes she is a sword. I know it’s not literal, but I like pretending it is.

Succ Intensifies

“gonna get her number later after the season is over, damn”

Hibiki muses on the nature of war.

“why we gotta fight”

“cause yall suck”

Ryoko then says some very not nice things that we’re just going to walk right around because Ryoko is a little bit of a weirdo and should probably keep her flirting to the short haired lady working on the bridge.

“i will call the cops, lady”

Hibiki starts her next day at school as she spots Tsubasa during her choir class.

“forget my nintendo switch with the latest smash bros game in the classroom goddamnit”

“hibiki please tone down the gay for five seconds while we try to get through this dumb singing class in one piece”

“i smell a homewrecker”

“THE GAY CAN NEVER BE TONED DOWN, IT CAN ONLY BE TONED”

Hibiki is then fed by multiple classmates for this statement.

The Anime Janai crew is fond of Hibiki, much like a group of Lords being fond of the royal court jester. Hibiki clowns it up by working on a report she procrastinated until the very last minute. “Your life sure is an anime!”, one of them says. Hibiki then says, “I wish!”. They smile in unison at the irony.

Look at how they mock the threads of reality. Absolute monsters.

Hibiki nails the report at the skin of her teeth, Miku’s gonna get ready for the meteor shower, everyone’s real fucking happy, the evening looks peaceful, all is well.

“i cant wait to do all these fun things we promised several times over!”

Unfortunately, the worst case scenario happens.

Her tiddies start ringing.

“no.... fuck.... my tiddies... they’re ringing...”

She knows now she cannot go.

In retrospect, she probably could’ve blown them off. I mean, what are they gonna do? Fire her? She’s practically irreplaceable. Alas, her conscience is too strong. The ringing from her tiddies too loud to ignore.

“okay im back for the thing you promised we’d do repeatedly that we planned for a good amount of weeks now”

“...”

“i got fucking ghosted didnt i”

“cannot fucking believe i got ditched on my hot date with hibiki. bet its because her tiddies rang, isnt it. always her and her... GODDAMN tiddies ringing ALL THE TIME. LET ME BE WITH HER... god...”

“bae. im sorry. the tiddies rang. i have no choice.”

Miku tries to keep it together. Neither of them are happy about this state of affairs, and rightfully so, because it’s fucking stupid. Hell, it would have made more sense of Miku knew but still got jealous anyway, because she feels her job is establishing too much distance! And they talk those problems out instead of issues that only arise if everyone’s a goddamn moron about communication!

“but thats the point of the pl-”

NO! IT’S NOT CLEVER! IT’S FRUSTRATING! THERE ARE CLEVER WAYS TO SHOW A LACK OF COMMUNICATION BESIDES A CHAIN OF OBSTACLES TOO STUPID TO EXIST!

Miku takes the whole thing with grace even though I’m absolutely certain she threw her phone at the wall in raw, gay frustration.

Hibiki, understandably, is pretty fucking pissed.

“im gay. im angry, and im gonna fuck yall up for RUINING MY DATE AFTER HAVING FINISHED MY DAMN REPORT”

Hibiki fights the Noise. She’s gotten slightly better at fighting, but for now she’s still sorta trash at it. A grape themed Noise throws bombs and crushed her under rocks from a ceiling.

You’re a student. You’re the lone survivor of a concert that you got flak about for years. You go to an institution for singing with your best friend and basically get shoved into a life of crime fighting unwittingly. Your only teammate hates you and tried to kill you. You don’t get to hang out with your best friend anymore. Your teachers hate you. And you’re losing against the abominations that may have potentially warped your life negatively, forever.

This is probably the pivotal moment where Hibiki fucking snaps and decides she ain’t taking shit anymore. She’s not at her strongest yet, but mentally? She has decided to tell the world to go fuck itself.

“MY WIFE THINKS IM CHEAAAAAATING, MY TEAMMATE THINKS I SUUUUUUUUUCK, AND I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT”

My, Hibiki, what big fangs you have. All the more to grit your teeth and beat the shit out of things with, I assure you.

Needless to say, even without having the skill, she’s starting to understand and get more comfortable with the full extent of the power her suit provides her.

She’s gotten so mad that even the illustrators are afraid of her.

To note: this isn’t just anime drama silhouette stylization. She is actually physically turning into a red eyed shadow. You’ll know why later down the road.

“YOU WANNA FUCKIN FIGHT ME NOW TSUBASA? HUH? HUH? YOU WANNA FUCKIN’ FIGHT ME?!”

Needless to say, her rampage goes on for a while.

She manages to dispatch all the Noise except for the Grape themed one. Up in the hole it made, she sees the meteor fall from the sky...

Wait, look closer. Is it a bird?

A plane?!

No, it’s...!

“i aint gonna tell her i just did a wish on her”

Sword!

“why the fuck does SHE get jetpacks?!”

Hibiki randomly yells out she wants to protect things too, for absolutely no real reason. Who would even break the ice with that. Hibiki, please.

They sorta stare each other down in a field awkwardly, like a bad high school reunion. But, a mysterious voice breaks out of literally fucking nowhere.

“didnt know they legalized gay marriage in japan already, otherwise id be showing up to this joke of a marriage sooner, you absolute buffoons”

“did this bitch just insinuate id waste my time getting married to this complete idiot, let alone even contemplate getting married in a public park as opposed to having a customized karaoke based marriage in the FUCKING HILTON?!”

“hey time out dont say that shit im already married and my wife already feels enough like im cheating so please keep those comments to yourself okay please”

“eat my ass, nerds. id tell you to come to the park in 15 minutes for an ass kicking...

but we’re already here, now aren’t we?”

#symphogear #symphogear season 1 #recap #anime

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