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imagining-supernatural · 5 years ago

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The Big Reveal

Part 7 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You bring your best friend up to speed on your new situation... and Sebastian gets a new name

Word Count: 2165

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you?” Jasmin asked, her brown eyes boring into yours through the screen.

Maybe it was being around an actor for the last three days, but you decided to draw the suspense out a bit, just for the drama of things. “Did you cut your hair? It looks shorter. I like—”

“Y/N.”

“I’m in New York.”

Her mouth dropped a little. “But, you were just in Vegas. Right?”

“Yeah. And now I’m in New York City. And…” This next part was definitely Sebastian’s fault. You had wondered how to break the news to Jasmin, and he suggested the big reveal by just holding your left hand up to the camera so she could see the ring.

Which you did.

And she squinted at her computer screen, trying to figure out what she was seeing on her Skype screen. Obviously she knew what it was and what it meant. But connecting those to you?

“Is that…”

“I’m married.”

Somehow, you’d knocked her speechless.

“And I’m in New York. And I’m moving here for a while, at least.”

“Married?”

“Remember how you joked about how awkward it would have been if I had woken up married to my one-night stand? That’s exactly what happened.”

“And you ran off to New York with him? Sweetie, if this is some sort of last chance to let loose thing, you know that I’ll support you. But this isn’t just, like, a fling that you can leave behind. You got the friggin’ government involved.”

“And a doctor or two.”

“A… are you pregnant?”

“Jasmin! I only met him, like, three days ago! First off, that is biologically impossible, right? To know that quickly if you’re pregnant? Second, I’m on protection.”

“So you did fuck him?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember. Which, if I did, is really too bad. Would have loved to remember that.” You had to get away from the topic of Sebastian. Jasmin was a chatter. She couldn’t keep a secret to save her life. “No, I’m not pregnant. The doctor’s we got involved are, uh, oncologists.”

Whatever she had been about to ask about the man you were married to seemed to dry up in her mouth and she stared at the screen. “Oncologists… Does that mean…?”

You could tell she was too scared to hope. Just as you had been.

So you nodded and tried your hardest to keep your tears locked away as her lower lip started to tremble. In a voice thick with emotion you stated simply, “I’m in a clinical trial, Jaz.”

“Wha—how?”

“My, uh… my husband. We were about to get an annulment. By about to get, I mean we were literally in the courthouse in Vegas and he mentioned that… he brought up the fact that I can get on his insurance, if we stay married.”

“And you, what? Jumped on a plane to New York?”

“Fuck no. I tried my damnedest to push that annulment. But he won’t take no for an answer for anything. He convinced me to see his oncologist friend here and if she said the same things Dr. Patterson did, then we’d go through with the annulment.”

“But she got you into a clinical trial.”

“Seventy percent, Jaz.” Her hand flew up to her mouth and you stopped trying not to cry. Tears were streaming down both of your faces. “I have a seventy percent chance that my tumor will shrink and I can get it removed. By the best neurosurgeon in the fucking country.”

“Sweetie,” she choked out.

“Seventy percent. I mean, according to Dr. Sharpe and Dr. Chowdhury, my cancer is getting much more aggressive, but that’s what this clinical study is directed towards. I just… I’m scared, Jaz. I’m scared to-to-to… to hope. I’m terrified to remind myself what optimism is. But… what are the odds, Jaz? That I’d wake up in Vegas, married to a great guy who has the means to save my life. Who had the connections to get me into this clinical trial that just started? What are the fucking odds that I went to Vegas this last weekend, instead of next weekend when I was originally planning on it, especially when Dr. Sharpe said that my cancer would have been too far progressed to get me into the trial in a week?

“What if this is all just a cosmic joke?” You started spiraling downward. “What if this is God’s way of, I don’t know, punishing me for leaving my family like I did. For everything that happened with my family. He makes me hope, then He takes it all away. This is such an aggressive treatment, I mean, I only had one infusion today and I’m already feeling it. What if I can’t do it? What if I just… my body just… it just gives out?”

“Y/N!” She shouted though the speakers, in the way that let you know she had been saying your name for a while. “Babe, breathe.”

“You got me through chemo and you’re thousands of miles away now.”

“But you have a husband now so…”

She was fishing. You hated lying to her, but she was literally the worst at keeping secrets.

“And I can’t tell you who he is. Because, I love you, but you would keep it a secret for three days, maybe? And, uh, I just can’t tell you his name.”

“Is he famous? Rich? Cute?”

“All of the above. Which makes this all so much more insane. But I just really don’t want you to hate me for not telling you.”

“Oh, I hate you for sure. But I still love you.” She blew you a kiss. “If I guess his name, will you tell me if I’m right?”

“Absolutely not, because I sure as hell do not need the paparazzi yelling questions at me as I’m being wheelchaired out of the hospital.”

“Fair point, fair point.” Her expression softened and she adjusted her computer on her bed. “I’m so happy for you, Y/N/N. I know you were ready to, well, not give up, per se…”

Your fingers scratched at the back of your head as you nodded, to let her know you understood what she was saying. “Did I tell you that… I need to come up with a codename for him because I can’t tell you his name, but calling him my husband just sounds so fucking weird.”

“Okay, tell me a few of the names that aren’t his, and I’ll help you come up with something.”

“No. Nice try.”

“Fine.” She thought for a moment. “Would calling him Jesus be too much? I mean, he is a life savior for you.”

“Might be. Seventy percent means that there’s a thirty percent chance I don’t make it.”

“Medically you have a seventy percent chance, but universally? You’re gonna make it. Look at how you made it there.”

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you looked down at your lap before returning your gaze to Jasmin. “I need you to keep reminding me of that. Don’t let me push you away just because you can’t physically climb into my bed and make me acknowledge that you love me.”

“If you gave me your boo’s phone number, I could make sure he makes you talk to me.”

“I gave him yours, in case there is an emergency. So, if a New York number calls you, um, it might not be spam? I told him to text you first just saying he was going to call you. Since, you know, neither of us answer unknown numbers.”

“I got a call from Apple Inc today at work. Apparently Siri is calling landlines because she’s worried about my iCloud account.”

“Ah, yes. Your iCloud account. On your Android.”

“Definitely not a scam call.”

“Of course. Just Siri being a concerned friend.”

“She called four times in one hour.”

“Girl, you better check out your iCloud account. This could be a major breach of confidentiality.”

“I’ll do it after we come up with a codename for your hubby. What color are his eyes?”

“Eyes?” You asked. “He ain’t got not eyes.”

She stared you down flatly until you broke into a grin, giggling.

“I suppose it can’t hurt. Blue. Or, uh, blue-green?

“Merman,” she said without hesitation.

“Merman?” You repeated, taking a drink of water from the glass you had on the bedside table. “I, uh… sure? My merman. That sounds super stupid, but I’m in. Maybe we can call him Aquaman?”

“Jason Momoa?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, so you’re not married to Jason Momoa, then?”

“Pretty sure he’s already married, so I’m not revealing anything.”

“You sure about that?”

She gave you the side eye that was so convincing that you pulled up a Google search to confirm that, yes, Jason Momoa was indeed married already.

“So, tell me about Jason Momoa.” She sat forward on her bed with her chin in her hand.

Fuck, you missed Jasmin so much. “He’s really nice. That’s kind of obvious since he’s willing to stay married to me so I can go through cancer treatment, despite the, uh, obvious downsides for him. He’s working out right now. Super fit. Uh… Let’s see… He took me to Hamilton on Broadway yesterday and this hole in the wall restaurant with the best tacos. I’m talking even better than the taco truck on State Street. He, uh, wouldn’t let me talk myself out of the treatment. He kind of forced me to get more tests done, because the doctor wanted some tests. So that’s a negative point in his score.”

“Positive point, I think you mean. I love this guy already.”

“Yeah you do.” She was a Marvel Devotee. If she knew you were married to Sebastian Stan, she might just internally combust.

“I do? So he’s one of my celebrity husbands?”

“Not anymore. He’s my celebrity husband now.”

Her head bobbed up and down a few times as she considered. “So. Back to something you said about your celebrity husband… what did you mean by the obvious downsides to staying married to you?”

Why the hell had she caught onto that slip?

“It’s just… Jaz, you know how much debt I had to go into during my last treatments. And my student loan debt. I mean, I don’t think he’s legally obligated to that, but I don’t know for sure. And-and-and even besides that. I have fucking cancer. Cancer. If I’m part of the thirty percent… or if I make it to surgery, then die in the O.R… He’s… That’s another person who mourns me. He barely knows me and he’s willing to go through bitchy Y/N. You remember chemo-Y/N. I was a fucking disaster.”

“Did you talk to him about that?”

“Sure. After Dr. Sharpe told me I had a seventy percent chance. What kind of decent human being would take back their offer to save someone’s life after they saw what I’m sure my face looked like? I should have told him back at the courthouse in Vegas. He’s… He doesn’t deserve this. I shouldn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up. You shut your fucking mouth right the fuck now.”

“Wow, Jaz,” you muttered. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“I learned from her. Y/N. You worry far too much—”

“But I don’t—”

“Yes you do. You thought that I would stop being your friend after you yelled at me for not changing the toilet paper roll after the third week of your chemo. You thought that the mailman hated you because she kept delivering your credit card bills month after month—”

“I went paperless, but they keep sending paper statements when you owe as much as I do—”

“And let me tell you, that mailman had a crush on you so you can fucking shut your fucking mouth.”

“She did not.”

“She fucking did. But my point here is not that our lovely mailman, Camila, is in love with you—”

“Love is a stretch.”

“—But that you overthink things way too much—”

“I know I do.”

“And you also think far too little of yourself. Look at me, Y/N.” You kept your sarcastic quip in check as you looked at the screen (the screen showing her eyes, sure, but the screen nonetheless). “You are so worth it. Whatever I went through and will go through. And whatever Jason Momoa goes through for you.

“You. Are. Worth. It… Everything.”

Emotion overtook you, and you turned your laptop camera away from you for the moment.

It wasn’t that you hated yourself. It wasn’t that you thought you were nothing.

You just had a hard time thinking that you… that you were someone. You weren’t no-one… but you weren’t someone either.

You didn’t matter as much as other people.

“And when you have your tumor removed, Jason Momoa and I are sure as hell gonna make you realize that you are fucking amazing.”

Going into cancer treatment with your best friend living thousands of miles away isn’t going to be easy... I guess we’ll just have to see how her self image holds up without Jasmin’s constant reminders.

Part 9: The First Week

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seigyokus · 8 years ago

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2.2 - Unknown Wound

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 2.2 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Director: Hmm....... Not quite. Nikaidou Yamato: Ah....... Sorry.... Director: Did you read the original work? Nikaidou Yamato: I did. Director: In the last scene, the police and his father break into the collection room, right? There, he yells at his father: Director: "Father, this is all your fault!" I want that to be a little more intense. Can you try saying this line again? Nikaidou Yamato: Father, this is all your fault! Director: Hmm....... Again. Nikaidou Yamato: Father…. This is all your fault! Director: Hmm....... Haha, sorry. It's not bad, though. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Director: Idols are really good at acting. This goes for Yuki-kun as well. Director: They've all got superb pacing. And because they're used to it, when they gotta deliver something, they deliver it with a bang! When you ask them to do something, they present it in a really good way. Director: Their expressions and voices are like direct attacks to the viewers' hearts. Bam! Just like a heart massage, y'know? They're so cool-- I'm always mesmerized. Director: But for this last scene, I don't want something that just straightforwardly tugs at the heartstrings. I want it to pull something out from deep inside their hearts and leave a lasting impression on the viewers. Director: I want you to throw away the skills you've honed as a master artisan and be more like an artist. That way you'll be able to draw out the true depth of the original work and be more persuasive as an actor. Director: For example, Chiba Shizuo-san's-- Ah....... Nikaidou Yamato: ......It's fine. What about Shizuo-san? Director: Shizuo-san's acting in "The Crescent Moon Wolf." That famous scene where the rōnin glares down the enemy group in the moonlit night, after his wife and daughter have been killed. Director: Everyone knew that Shizuo-san was good at striking poses. He'd give 'em a single glare, and then settle the scene with a bang. Director: But, Shizuo-san just stood still and gazed at the enemy. Director: The audience could only hold their breath, as if they forgot to breathe. They felt the rōnin's anguish, resentment, and determination-- as if they were their own feelings. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Director: That's what I want you to bring out for the last scene. Don't think of this as entertainment, be less aware of that fact. It's okay. I know you can do it, Nikaidou-kun. Nikaidou Yamato: ......I understand. I'll try it out.

Director: Haa....... This sure is difficult....... Yuki: Director. Director: Woah! Yuki-kun, you surprised me there.... Yuki: I think it'd be better if you gave him more concrete instructions. Yuki: Telling him to be less of an artisan and more of an artist is much too abstract and extreme for a new actor. I myself would've been thrown into utter disarray, gone crazy, and burst into haka. Director: Haka? You mean that Maori dance......? Yuki: Yep. I'd be so confused, that I'd have no other choice but to try to inspire you. Be thorough with him, as you were with me. (2) Director: No way, it's impossible for me to boss Shizuo-san's son around like that. My palms were sweating just now....... Yuki: I don't think Shizuo-san would mind. Director: No, no. You see, one of my old teachers got a call-- from Shizuo-san. Director: Apparently Shizuo-san had heard that his son would be starring in one of my movies, and gave me his regards. My mentor gave gave me a hefty warning, told me not to destroy his reputation. Absolutely terrifying. Director: Well, he's young and it's a really crucial time for him right now. But didn't he get trained by Shizuo-san? I'm sure he's getting advice from him as he goes. Yuki: ....... Director: He's not? So those rumors about them not getting along are true? Is that why he debuted as an idol outside of Hoshikage? Yuki: ....... You won't be getting anything out of me. Director: Gotcha. I won't ask. Well, if it's Nikaidou-kun, I'm sure he'll be okay. Director: Both you and Nikaidou-kun are great actors full of potential. I don't even wanna call you idol actors at this point. Director: You never get confused either-- You're an artist, through and through. You're keen and sensitive, you go at your own pace, and you're lonely. Yuki: Lonely? Please don't say that. I've been working with my partner for five years now, and I'm also senpai to many younger stars. Director: Really? I've been doing this job for a long, long time, so I'm really familiar with people like you. Director: People like you are like flowing rivers, you see? You won't stop by anyone's side, nor do you let anyone stop by your side. Director: But if the stream is brought to a halt, then the water becomes dirty and clouded. That's why even the people you love leave so freely, because they know you're like that. Yuki: ....... Director: Shizuo-san is exactly like that too. Nobody can fully understand that man's charms and appeals-- he is brilliant, high and unreachable. Director: ......Perhaps that's the reason why he isn't cut out for family life.......

Nikaidou Yamato: Artisan...? ...Artist? Something that doesn't pull at the heartstrings, but instead pulls it out of their heart......? Nikaidou Yamato: ...I don't really get it....... I gotta kick it up a notch and properly study, huh....... Nikaidou Yamato: Maybe I should try asking him again? No....... Nikaidou Yamato: .......He's only gonna compare me to that man again. Natsume Minami: Nikaidou-san. Nikaidou Yamato: Ah....... Natsume Minami: I'm Natsume Minami. I play that girl's fiancé, the one who you massacre. You had quite a long chat with the director. Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah. I didn't have a good understanding of the work, that's all. Natsume Minami: The director has great expectations for you. After all, you're the son of Japan's most famous and representative actor. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... So you know too? Natsume Minami: It's because I'm from Hoshikage Entertainment. Even if you take that into account, very few people know about it right now. Nikaidou Yamato: I see....... Natsume Minami: But wouldn’t it be nice if this didn't get leaked to the weekly magazines in a convoluted manner? Natsume Minami: If that happened then both Shizuo-san, universally known a devoted husband, and IDOLiSH7 will have their images dragged down. Natsume Minami: That topic is a little too graphic for an idol group that's marketed as bright, fresh, and wholesome, isn't it? Nikaidou Yamato: ....... That's…. true....... Natsume Minami: Oh, don't be sad. If you achieve a lot through this movie, then you'll be able to shrug off all of the negativity. Natsume Minami: You're very talented, Nikaidou-san. You could continue on and survive as a fully fledged actor instead, even if IDOLiSH7's popularity falls. Nikaidou Yamato: ......Haha. So you're saying that I'm the only one who ends up escaping, even though I sank that ship? Nikaidou Yamato: As if I could do something like that-- Natsume Minami: But it's going to happen sooner or later, is it not? Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Natsume Minami: Ahaha.... You really do resemble him when you glare. Shizuo-san, that is. Natsume Minami: By the way, men who have small irises are highly suspicious of others, with a fiery temperament like an untamed horse. They're belligerent, and tend to resort to lowly and cunning methods. (1) Nikaidou Yamato: Oh? Then how about I use some of those lowly and cunning methods to shut your mouth? Natsume Minami: Ahaha. Pardon me, I meant no harm. It's just that I found it a little.... hilarious. Natsume Minami: I look forward to seeing your activities. Excuse me. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: ...Fuck.......

Mister Shimooka: Our guest this week is IDOLiSH7! And boy are they popular...! Nanase Riku: Thank you very much! It's all thanks to everyone! Mister Shimooka: I've been cheering them on ever since they debuted, so I'm really moved too! What do you think of the current idol craze, Riku-kun? Mister Shimooka: The number of idol fans and, of course, the number of people aiming to be idols just keeps going up! Nanase Riku: That makes me really happy! It was also my dream to be an idol, ever since I was a kid! Nanase Riku: I'll do my best to make the people who love idols and the people aiming to be idols happy! Audience: Kyaaaaa...!

Girl: IDOLiSH7's so amazing...! I'm glad I supported them this whole time! Older Sister: You've gotten more friends lately too. Girl: Yeah! I have all of the old articles about IDOLiSH7, and I've been showing it to the other girls in my class! Mother: You're so popular now! Aren't you glad you're a fan of IDOLiSH7? Girl: Yep!

OL: We got more hits on our website! I'm happy that the number of IDOLiSH7 fans is increasing! OL: Can't even keep up with them nowadays! We gotta do our best to update from now on!

Mister Shimooka: Good job, Mitsuki-kun! Your responses were on fire today! You just keep getting better and better with words! Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you very much! Mister Shimooka: You made it easier for the other guests to talk, and I'm really glad someone like you is in IDOLiSH7. No wonder you guys are so popular! Izumi Mitsuki: Ehehe. It's not like that at all, but thank you very much. I’m really happy! Mister Shimooka: I'm a lot less worried about Yamato-kun now. Sure he's got that Chiba Salon thing, but if anything happens you'll be there to follow-up. Izumi Mitsuki: ....... Mister Shimooka: Hoshikage-san's been real noisy about it lately, so I was a little concerned.... But I'm relieved after watching you guys today! Izumi Mitsuki: Um.... Uh....... Mister Shimooka: ......Wait, you don't know? You haven't heard anything? Izumi Mitsuki: Ah..... No....... Mister Shimooka: No way! You guys are such good friends though.... But you haven't heard a single thing about this......? Izumi Mitsuki: ....... Mister Shimooka: Ah, no-- I see....... Sorry about that. Forget what I just said. Izumi Mitsuki: ......Shimaoka-san, just what is 'Chiba Salon?' Mister Shimooka: I'm sorry! Please forget it! I can't tell you anything, especially because I'm not a part of Hoshikage.... I…. I was so sure you knew about it....... Izumi Mitsuki: It's okay, I understand.... Mister Shimooka: I'm really sorry about that! Well, I’ll see you later.... Izumi Mitsuki: It's fine, good work today....... Izumi Mitsuki: ....... Izumi Mitsuki: We...... We are good friends....... Right...?

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

Sorry for the wait!! both me and kuri were dying over exams (Esp kuri), and thank you as always for proofreading and catching my 102938129038 stupid 2-5 am typos!!!

(1) The eye type minami describes is actually just one where you can see the whites of the eye at the bottom lashline normally but that's way too goddamn long even for this bad luck + death flag fortune cookie kiddo. ALSO, methods is kinda shoehorned in for smoother tling of yamato's line in response to this.

(2) dunno why Yuki talks about inspiration here but Okay. Other TL things to note: Director. BOY the way he speaks is kinda fun, very much so an artistic type (nice metaphors bro) and very enthusiastic. I was a bit more liberal with his lines bc of that. Artisan vs artist: if you google you get “An artist is a person who performs any of the creative arts. This can range from painting to music. An artisan, on the other hand, is a skilled worker who makes things by hand” from the second result. Usually I’d go with craftsman but in this case, to up the confusion factor, I chose artisan. My brain also kept trying to mix Chiba and Shizuo and I repeatedly typed Chizuo instead of Shizuo LMAO I cannot stress how important it is to listen thru the story because holy cow, I love what Shirai did with the “father this is all your fault!!!” line! The text is actually the same in the story script, but I’ve reformatted the translation a bit so it reads like how it sounds in Japanese (love U shirai). Um also at some point in time I ended up in the youtube rabbit hole of watching haka videos!!! They’re so cool and also v addicting to watch, just wow. Wow.

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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