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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 9 months

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Im in a fucking rollllll. This series is my current hyper fixation and since I don’t really have an uploading schedule I just do it whenever lol. Also I LOOOVE reading all of y’all comments, they’re funny and they warm my heart. Y’all got me kicking my feet, giggling, blushing, twirling my hair. Anyways, apologies for If Miguel’s ooc and any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors since this isn’t proofread. Y’all may feast lol.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, angst.

Word count: 1.4k

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Chapter 4: Are there some aces up your sleeve?

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“(Y/N), that is the 4th time you messed up the Camel spin today. If you can’t do it then we’ll just take it out of the program-“

“No! No, I can do it coach! I’m just having an off day and-“

“That’s not an excuse. Regionals are in late October, it is September. There shouldn’t be any excuse, we’re been doing this on repeat. This should be muscle memory.”

Coach Kavinsky words were only twisting the knife. You brought your shaky hands up to cover your nose and mouth, attempting to warm your face a bit and keep yourself from sobbing. Ever since you woke up in the morning everything has gone to shit. You failed your exam in your math class, on your way to your english class, you tripped and dropped your Starbucks, causing it to spill all over your shoes, and now you kept messing up the program. Logan could tell you were mere minutes away from a breakdown, your eyes were wet and your breathing was rapid, partly from skating and partly because you were trying to keep an oncoming panic attack at bay. “I-I can do it! I can do it, I just need a minute-“ you stutter and stumbles over your words, you bring your gloved hands over your face and placing them on the top of your hands.

“I think we should take a break coach, (Y/N) just needs to get some fresh air, right (Y/N)?” Logan said in a calm voice as the put his hand on your shoulder, but you quickly shook it off.

“No, it’s okay I can do it. See?” You were going hysterical, getting into position to do the spin only to fail the spin and fall butt first on the ice. Okay now you were having a breakdown.

“Jesus… okay. Logan take her outside, help her calm down will you?” Coach Kavinsky said to Logan who just nodded, waiting for you to move to your knees to help you get up and out of the rink.

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“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me today…” You stuttered in between shallow breaths, Logan’s hand rubbing slow smooth circles on your back in an attempt to help you calm down. “I’ve- I’ve never had trouble with that spin before- I just- I-“ you couldn’t finish, you’re stutters just devolving into more sobs as you put your face into your partner’s chest, tears spilling out. “I’m getting your shirt all wet…” You managed to say with a small chuckle as you pulled away after a few minutes, but the laugh was devoid of any warmness or joy. Your hand wiping some left over tears from your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I’m more worried about my best friend.” Logan said with a small smile, the hand that was rubbing your back now tracing up to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him in a side hug, you let out a small sigh as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks Logan… I’m sorry… I’m a totally mess…” You mumbled as you wipe some more tears away, your eyes red and puff, a headache slowly creeping up on you from all the crying.

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“Why… the fuck my is Ice princess and her little skating partner so close…” Miguel thought as he got out car, slamming the door without realizing as he glares at you and Logan from his spot across the parking lot. You or Logan hadn’t seen him since you were both so far away, and were more focused on trying to calm you down, Miguel was too far to noticed your tear stained face.

“Damn Miguel, dent the door why don’t you.” Peter attempted to joke while getting out from the passenger seat but his voice faltered, letting out a nervous chuckle after. Peter already knew the team was gonna be used as Miguel’s personal stress ball for the entirety of the practice time. Miguel just sent a glare at him in response, a small grunt escapes his lips as both of them grab their bags and hockey sticks from the back seat. “You seem more mad than usual, wanna talk about it? Or are you just gonna “accidentally” slam half the team into the boards like always?” He probes his captain, but he already knew his answer. Everyone on the team knew that Miguel isn’t a talk-about-your-feelings person.

“Shut up Parker.” He mutters as he slings his bag on his shoulders, closing and locking the door before both males started to make their way to the entrance. You currently burying your face into Logan’s shoulder, so Miguel couldn’t see your face, and Logan’s head was resting on top of yours, his arm still over your shoulders, his thumb creasing small circles on your shoulder. As soon as you were in ear-shot, Miguel shouted out to you both. “Aww look at the two lovebirds!” His voice dripping with sarcasm to hid the slight anger and jealousy he felt.

“I’m not in the mood, Miguel…” You’re voice was horse and raspy, as you spoke, and your eyes were bloodshot and puffy when you lifted your head up to look at him. The sight made Miguel’s heart ache, but the way your body was so close to Logan’s made it fill with rage and envy a lot more.

“She’s having a bad day, can we save-“ Logan started but was swiftly cut off.

“And that’s my problem because?” He hissed, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong huh? Did he drop you on your back again? Or was it something stupid like missing up a spin?” He taunted with a head tilt, Logan glared at Miguel, his hand’s grip tightening on your shoulder, Peter just nervously shifted his weight back and forth between his feet and you, well you were trying not to burst into tears again. He made it sound a lot more simple then it felt like, it made you feel embarrassed for being so distraught about it. He had no way of knowing that’s actually the reason for your tears.

“Can you not be a dick for 5 minutes?” You ask with an exhausted dry laugh, the laugh was your body’s way of holding yourself back from beginning to sob again. Your hand goes up to wipe some smuggled mascara from under your eyes. “Everything has been so fucking shitty all day, I-I don’t need you to come her and kick me while I’m down, Okay?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, and it only made Miguel feel worse.

You were right, he was acting like a major jerk right now. God what is wrong with him? Here you were in such a vulnerable place, your heart laying bare in front of him, and instead of making you feel better, instead of making your chest full with warmth and reassurance, he grabbed your still beating heart and began to feast on it like it was that night’s dinner.

God. What the fuck Miguel? What the fuck? What the fuck. Whatthefuck. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-

“Alright,” Coach Kavinsky came outside, crossing her arms as she spoke. “I’m just gonna cut practice short, it’s almost over anyways.” She said to Logan and you, before turning to you and speaking to you directly, “Go home, get some rest, and don’t stress yourself out too much over this, alright (Y/N?) Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, don’t let this one bad practice ruin your confidence in the program.” She finished, you just shook your head at her before she turned around and walked back into the building.

“Alright… let’s get you inside…” Logan said to you in a low comforting tone, getting off the sidewalk before helping you up, and began to walk you inside.

Miguel Let out a Heavy sigh, glancing to his side, running a hand through his slicked back dark hair, before attempting to speak, “Look. Princes-“ but he quickly shut his mouth when Logan looked over at him and sent him a dark glare, not stopping as he grabs your hand and drags you inside. If looks could kill, Miguel would be six feet under.

After a beat of silence, Peter cleared his throat before speaking, “well…that’s one way of trying to get her to notice you, nice going Miguel.” If Miguel didn’t already plan on releasing all his confused feelings and frustrations out on the ice before, he sure as hell was going to now. Miguel sent Peter a glare, mumbling some curses under his breath in Spanish , before he began to go walk into the arena, Peter stumbling to catch up with him.

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fanficsat12am · 2 years

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telling the brothers they would look pretty with a ring I Lucifer & Mammon

Request: Hi, may i ask for a request where mc tells the demon brothers that they would look pretty with a ring?

AN: Here ya go guys!! My second request <3 Btw, the upload schedule might slow down from now onwards since I got some stuff on my hands, but don't worry!! I'll make sure to upload at least once a week! toodles ❤️❤️

NOTE: NONE OF THESE IMAGES ARE MINE, NOR AM I TRYING TO SELL THEM.

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus Beelzebub & Belphegor

Lucifer

It was another all nighter. He had some last minute work given to him by the Demon Prince a few hours ago and being the prideful man he was, he decided to try to finish them all in one sitting. Now here you were, quietly sitting beside him as he methodically tried to finish all his workload.

As you watched his hands maneuver around the piles of work, you suddenly found yourself drifting along a thought you had. He noticed your dazed look and was curious about what was going on in that little human head of yours.

"Is there something wrong, My Love? If need be, you can go ahead and sleep. You don't have to wait up on me. It's already very late into the night and you look like you're dozing off"

“Oh! Sorry hehe. Just noticed how pretty you’d look with a ring on you"

Though the demon was taken aback by your statement, he found it to be quite endearing. This man loves it when his ego gets even a little bit stroked, so your words were very welcomed. He found himself smirking at your little comment all night long. Even as he laid his head on his pillow, your words still filled his head.

As soon as you woke up, you were deprived of the warmth of your boyfriend. Beside you was a small velvet box and on top was a letter sealed with red wax. Delicately opening the envelope, the note inside read “I think you look good with a ring too <3”.

Little did you know he stayed up a bit longer last night to go into Incognito Mode and search Akuzon for matching rings for both of you.

You carefully place the note aside and open the box. Inside was a rose gold band with a small diamond embedded into it. Lucifer feels that less is more and that simplicity is elegant. You soon discover that he has an identical one as well, the accessory never leaving his finger from there on out. He has it underneath his glove and subconsciously fidgets with it when he’s doing work.

Source: https://images.app.goo.gl/CBXBKUkUVpVkixWcA

Mammon

You were out with Mammon who had one goal in mind, "takin ya out and spendin every last grim on whatever ya want". You didn't plan on buying anything lavish, wanting him to save more due to him drowning in debt and knowing he still hasn't paid Levi back.

While walking around, you see something in the corner of your eye. It was the new jewelry store Asmo's been talking about, the assortment of trinkets giving the place a shimmering glow compared to the stores beside it.

He noticed your gaze set on the shop cause he’s a simp, almost as if mesmerized by it.

"Ya want anything in there? Some of ‘em rich douchebags at RAD go ‘ere and say it's pretty good"

"Oh no no! Just thinking about how good you'd look with a ring on"

At first, he just hears the words "good with a ring" and starts spouting off about how you're right. He would definitely look good with a ring on each finger! Those guys in the casino would see him as tough competition.

After a few seconds though, the demon finally realizes what you meant by that. He's a blushing mess, his previous attitude almost unrecognizable with how much he's stuttering over his words.

He refuses to leave the mall without buying you both matching rings. Now Mammon’s not a newbie when it comes to haggling, but we’re in a mall for crying out loud. Everyone knows the prices here are always set, but the seller got annoyed by his persistence and lowered the price down by a couple thousand grimms.

You leave with silver rings adorned with multiple jewels around it and the biggest gemstone you’ve ever laid your eyes on placed in the middle. He knows real jewels from fake ones, he’s not the Avatar of Greed for nothing after all.

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#obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer fluff #mammon fluff #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me angst #shall we date lucifer #shall we date mammon

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i-am-baechu · 8 months

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❥・Title: Oh, Oh It’s Magic

❥・Paring: Hoseok x reader

❥・Genre: Witch au, Soulmate au, Little bit of Angst, Romance, and Fluff

❥・Rating: PG 14

❥・Summary: A bookstore that is known for its fast services is the new location for Bts to film for their ad. The sneaky owner helps the staff but creates confusion throughout the store as the light keeps moving on their own. But one thing Hoseok knows for sure is that he feels something magical with her.

❥・Author's Note: Guess who almost worked twenty hours in the span of two days, lol. Love the paycheck but I hate working lol. Sorry for the late upload

❥・Playlist: Black Magic - Little Mix ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ

The early morning is something that anyone would hate. The sun is barely out and the fog rocks you back to sleep with the cold air. L/N Y/N especially hates it because she is almost always late for her shift. Why would her boss, Son Wendy, give her morning shifts? They live together, she knows her sleep schedule better than anyone. She thinks it’s because she forgets to wash the dishes and this is her punishment. Like last night.

Y/N slowly opened the door not wanting to alert Wendy. She looked through each of the bookshelves and nodded her head when she saw no one was there. She let out a quiet chuckle and took out her phone to play a game when a cough made her drop her phone.

“Late again?”

She let out a curse word and an awkward chuckle escaped, “Technically late but one snap of my fingers and I’m on time.”

Wendy rolled her eyes and bent down to pick her phone. She handed the phone with an annoyed look but Y/N just gave her a smile and big doe eyes, “Knock it off. I know what you're doing. I have you here early for a reason.”

She took the phone out of her hand and pouted, “Was it because of the dishes?”

“Not this time, we have a boy group coming down today to film.”

This caused her to tilt her head and look at Wendy with curiosity, “Oh? Filming? Wait, did you say not this time?”

“They’re coming to film for an ad. So, my rule for you is, don’t mess with them. They are mortals.”

Y/N smirked at this and put her phone in her pocket, “Mortals, you say?”

“Y/N, Don’t mess with them.”

“Fine. Why you're so mean to me, it's seven thirty. You have that much strength to be mad this early?”

“That’s the problem. It's seven thirty, you haven’t even clocked in yet. Just clock in and help me set up the store.”

“Fine...”

Later that morning, a couple of people came in and started to talk to Wendy about the filming. Y/N sat behind the desk watching them. They were normal looking or whatever normal was to the morals. They looked like it. More staff came in and Y/N watched them try to set up the scene. She frowned when she saw that they were struggling to put the books on the shelves and lights up. She looked around her to make sure Wendy wasn’t near her and put her hand in her cardigan pocket to snap them. In a flash, the books were put up and the lights were all put up. The workers looked at each other with wide eyes and got off the ladders slowly but clearly in a panic.

She let out a small laugh but when she turned around she felt a flick on her forehead. She rubbed her forehead and looked to see Wendy glaring at her, “What did I say?”

“I was only helping.”

Wendy shook her head at this and sighed, “Then you go up and help them. I know life would be easier with magic but their mortals. Don’t scare them, okay?”

“Yes master.”

Before Wendy could say something one of the staffs peaked out of the shelves, “Wendy? The boys are here and we need to discuss some things.”

Wendy nodded her head and sent a smile towards his way, “I’ll be right there.” He nodded his head and walked away with his steps echoing through the store. She turned back towards Y/N and nodded her head, “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay.”

The two went towards the front and saw the group of seven men staring at them with polite smiles. Y/N went down the row but stopped when she already felt eyes staring back at her. He had light brown hair that had bangs that touched his eyelids, bright brown eyes with a sparkle in them, and his smile made her smile. He was handsome and she wanted to get to know him better.

“These are the owners, Son Wendy and L/N Y/N.” They waved at the girls but Y/N was only waving back at one of them, “This is Bts and as you know we’re filming for an ad. Thank you for letting us occupy your store for the time being. We appreciate it.”

Y/N nodded her head but wasn’t listening to when the guy was talking. She leaned towards Wendy and whispered in her ear, “Who’s Bts?”

“They’re a boy group. I told you that this morning. Don’t you remember?”

“It was seven in the morning, why would I remember anything?”

“Well now you know.”

When the girls looked back at the group, she put on an awkward smile as the guy continued to talk, “This is Kim Namjoon, the leader of Bts. Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and lastly Jeon Jungkook.”

Jung Hoseok, I like that name... “You guys know my name but just call me Y/N. I’m happy you guys are here.” She glanced at Hoseok and sent him a wink. She watched him get flustered and she sent a final wave, “I have to take care of some paperwork in the back. Wendy will help you guys but if you need me, just knock on my door.”

She sent one final wink to Hoseok and walked away from the group as Hoseok watched her. He swallowed some spit and felt his hands get sweaty. Jimin saw his flushed face and smirked at this. He leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, “She was something else.”

“Yeah she was...”

The next day is when they really started filming for whatever ad. The guy said what it was but she wasn’t paying attention at all. She was so focused on Hoseok. There was something about him that made her feel at home and seeing him in a button up shirt made her feel hot. They’ve only been here for a day and she already wanted him.

In the past hour, Y/N has used her magic to help the staff. She only wanted to help them and in a way Hoseok. So far, Wendy hasn’t noticed which means it was less yelling. It also was beneficial that Wendy had to leave early because her parents needed her help. Today was a good day and she had a feeling it was going to get better for her.

She put some books back and saw Hoseok sitting alone. She smiled to herself when she saw him drinking his coffee and looking down at his phone. He looked so peaceful. She wanted to catch his attention but she also didn’t want to go up to him. She saw there were books next to him and quickly made sure that no one was around her. She twirled her finger and the books next to him fell to the floor. He jumped at the sudden sound and saw Y/N giving him a soft smile. His eyes widened and cursed under his breath. She walked towards him with her hands behind her and a teasing smile, “Did those books scare you?”

“No, Wh-Why would books scare me? It’s just paper...”

“I mean those are horror books.”

He looked down and saw they were childrens books. He rolled his eyes and looked back at her, “I guess it was my fault. I shouldn’t be leaning against the table in the first place.”

She let a smile escape as she went to stand next to him, “Sometimes things just fall to get attention from someone special.”

He looked at her with confusion as he brought his drink up, “What does that mean?”

“You're the dancer, right?” He raised his eyebrow at her changing the subject but nodded his head, “I wish I can dance. I have the worst dance moves anyone has ever seen.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, why?”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her, Well with the way you look it doesn’t matter what you do, “How long have you guys had the store?”

“About three years now.”

“Wow, that’s really-”

“Hoseok your next!!”

He let out a deep sigh and gave her an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. That’s my cue to leave.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s your job.”

“I wanted to spend more time with you but I gotta go.”

“We can always hang out another time. Good luck.”

She watched him leave him with a smile on her face as she pushed back her hair. Wendy appeared next to her with a smirk on her face, “I saw that.”

“Good. Did you finish the garden with your parents?”

“You know how Boisboia Woods is, always random pixies appearing. I finished half of it but I have to go back tomorrow. I’ll try and finish it fast.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Wendy with a small glare, “That’s not fair, you used magic.”

Wendy let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “I did it when no one was watching. That’s the difference.”

“Still not fair.”

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Wendy was off again to help her parents to get rid of the determined moles in their vegetable garden and the random pixies that kept showing up in their house. Y/N looked down at the list that Wendy left for her with annoyance.

Make sure all the books in back are brought to the front

Put the horror books that are on the stool, on the front desk

Clean the potions that YOU dropped yesterday

Organize the portions that YOU disorganized

DON’T USE MAGIC IN FRONT OF THEM

She folded the list and put it in her pants pocket letting out a small chuckle at Wendy’s demands. She was in a good mood especially after last night. Hoseok texted her and it was him just saying that they were going to be late but that didn’t matter to her. He texted her and that's all she saw. She wanted to continue the conversation but she didn’t want to misstep with him. So, she kept rereading that text from him as she kicked her feet on her bed.

Y/N snapped her fingers and the books that needed to move started to fly all over the room. She swished her finger to make sure all the books went on the respected shelves. She honestly missed seeing Hoseok and hearing his laughter. It’s only been a short time period but she was so attracted to him and she couldn’t figure out why. He was handsome but there was something else.

Just then she heard the front door open and all the books immediately dropped. She swallowed her spit and moved quickly to be in the backroom. Pretending she wasn’t there but Hoseok saw a glimpse of her hair.

He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes, Were those books floating just now or am I… He turned around to see Jimin looking down at his phone but he saw Jungkook looking around the store. If anyone saw it, it had to be him.

“Jungkook, did you see those books floating?”

The younger man tilted his head in confusion and looked down at the floor, “I just saw all the books fall off of the shelves.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and shook his head, “No, they were floating and then they fell. I saw them.”

Before anyone could argue, Y/N came into view with a book in her hand, “Good morning, it was quiet this morning without you guys. Missed the commotion.”

Hoseok turned around in a flash and gave her an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that. Next time we’ll be here on time.”

“I would rather have you here alone with me but I guess I can manage.”

She winked at him and made her way back to the front desk as Hoseok moved his eyes to look her up and down. It wasn’t until Namjoon touched his shoulder and let out a chuckle, “oh, you got it bad.”

“Shut up.”

Later that day, they were filming random shots of the books as the boys sat in the corner eating their lunch. Y/N walked towards the boys with her lunch in hand with a smile on her face and sat next to Jungkook, “Today is so boring. Nothing exciting is happening.”

She took out her sandwich and gave Jungkook a tilt, “Why would something exciting happen? You're just filming.”

Jin turned towards her and shook his head as he pointed at the bookshelves. “The staff said the shelves are special but I think it’s the lights getting to their brains.”

“Why would they think that?”

“They saw the lights move and they said all the wires were moved to the side after Namjoon fell yesterday but no one touched it. They said they were going to move it when filming was done but someone already did it.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, Wendy’s going to kill me. I didn’t think no one would notice. Usually mortals are so deprived of their surroundings-

“Y/N, are you alright?”

She looked at Hoseok and nodded her head slowly and looked back down at her sandwich. Fuck… Hoseok looked back at her and looked at her with confusion, Since when did eyes sparkle like that?

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A week later, Hoseok was taking note of all the strange things that were happening in the store. Ever since that one morning, he’s noticed everything and somehow Y/N was always near it. Yes, she was beautiful and he was interested in her but he couldn’t help but feel she was hiding something from him. He disliked liars.

Hoseok walked back and forth in the living room as they all watched in confusion. Jungkook looked at Namjoon with worried eyes but the only answer he got was a shrug of the shoulders. He stopped moving and stood in the middle with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you guys really not see the books floating?”

Jimin raised his eyebrow at this and shook his head, “Why would they be floating?”

“Because they were!”

Namjoon got up from the coach and rubbed his shoulders gently, “Did you get enough sleep? We’ve been busy all week and worked late yesterday, maybe you should take a nap.”

“I swear I saw the books floating, the lights moving, books moving to different shelves, and my cold tea turning hot.”

They all looked at each other and nodded their heads, “Okay, whatever you say.”

He left the dorm an hour before because he needed the truth. He couldn’t have another sleepless night. He entered and walked towards the back room with a determined look. He knocked on the door gently and heard movement in the room, “We're closed for today, we have special people coming for the next week! Sorry!”

“Y/N, it’s me Hoseok.”

“Ummm…Hold on a second! I dropped some books in the back and I’ll be right out!”

Hoseok started to look around the store with curiosity but his eyes landed on an opened book that was behind the desk. He slowly walked towards it and looked back at the door to make sure Y/N wasn’t coming out anytime soon. He looked at the page and his eyes widened, Witches Soulmates are felt the moment they look into each other's eyes. The eyes of the witch shall have sparkles in them or the eye color completely changes when they look at their soulmates. Some witches even start to-

He heard footsteps and went back to the front door with his arms crossed. When the door opened he gave her the best smile he could give but his focus was only on her eyes. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed that her eyes indeed had a sparkle (and not the sparkle from the light, legit sparkles. As if she had glitter in her eyes) and put it together.

“Hey, Hoseok. I wasn’t expecting anyone here yet.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

She let out a small laugh and walked toward the bookshelves as she pulled some books off of the shelves, “You flatter me. I wish Wendy was here so she could do all this work, it gets annoying.”

Hoseok didn’t answer but stared down at his shoes with a frown, “Y/N…”

She looked back at him with worried eyes. She never heard this tone from him before and she was scared. She pressed the books against her chest and looked at him with fear in her eyes, “Hoseok, is everything alright?”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

She gave him a confused look and shook her head, “Why would you ask that?”

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Hoseok, are you alright? Did one of the guys-”

“Never mind. Tell the guys I’ll be late today.”

Before she could say anything, Hoseok walked away without sparing her another look and she felt her chest hurt. She turned around to say his name but he was already gone. She heard a snap and saw Wendy looking at her with a smile but it dropped when she saw the hurt look on her friend's face, “What happened?”

“I’m-I’m not sure.”

“Y/N?”

“Hoseok was here and he was talking about if I would ever lie to him and if I would talk to him about anything-”

“Y/N, I think he saw this...”

She looked at the front desk with wide eyes, how could she be so stupid? She was reading up on the strange sparkles in her eyes and how she was worried she was sick but was met with the conclusion that Hoseok is her soulmate. She closed the book shut and bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying, “I didn’t know he was coming. If I did, I would’ve put it away. He probably hates me. I mean I would hate-”

“Y/N, how about you take the day off. We’ll talk about this later and I don’t want you working with this on your mind. It’s not good for your heart.”

She nodded her head and took the book with a frown, “What happens if he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?”

“I’m sure that won’t happen. He probably needs time to figure things out. You don’t even know if he knows you're a witch but if he does, it's a lot to take in. He's a mortal, his whole life he was told that witches or any fantasy thing wasn’t true. Just wait and see.”

And wait she did. Y/N waited and waited until it turned into five months. She texted the other members asking about him but that was all she got from them. She’s rewatched the commercial so many times that Wendy put a charm on her laptop to mute it. She still wasn’t sure if Hoseok knew she was a witch or not but him ignoring her was some sort of an answer. An answer she didn’t want.

It was raining again this week, the third time this week. Wendy said that when powerful witches' soulmates don’t interact with them or decline them as partners they cause weather changes. She didn’t mean for this to happen but she couldn’t help her heart from this. She would stay late every day at the store to see if he would come for her but he wouldn’t.

She closed the store up and snapped her fingers watching all the books going to its rightful places. She glanced at the children's section and smiled to herself when she remembered that one day with Hoseok. She remembered his smile that day and he was clearly embarrassed about the books falling. She let out a sad chuckle and shook her head. His smile was something she looked forward to but now it was just a memory.

She walked in the rain letting the drops comfort her. She loves Wendy but at this moment the weather understood her better than anyone. Her heels were clicking against the pavement and she stopped. She looked up to stare at the sky. At least with the rain you couldn’t tell she was crying. It all looked the same.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“What do you mean she’s sick?”

Wendy rolled her eyes and pushed Jungkook out of the way to enter the dorm. She scanned the room until she saw Hoseok on the couch. She glared at the back of his head and went to stand in front of the TV. He blinked a few times before looking up to see Wendy with an angry face, “Wendy?”

“Hoseok, you need to talk to Y/N.”

Hoseok sighed and looked away from the harsh stare, “She lied-”

“She’s sick.”

Hoseok's head snapped at this and looked at her with wide eyes, “What do you mean sick?”

“When witches' soulmates decline, the witch becomes sick and sometimes they can even die. So, go talk to her before I kill you.”

“Di-Die!?”

Taehyung glanced at Namjoon with a confused look, “Did she say witches?”

“Yeah, she did.”

Jimin looked between Wendy and Hoseok, “I’m really confused.”

“Same here, Chim.”

Wendy nodded her head at Hoseok and sighed, “Hoseok, Y/N and I are witches. Were from the Boisboia Woods and we went to Nemserra, academy of witchcraft. That’s how we met. I’ve known Y/N since we were thirteen and I know she can be a pain in the ass but I love her. She’s my best friend and I’ll be damned if she dies from a misunderstanding. Talk to her and Yes Taehyung, I did say witches. Good night and Namjoon, call me.”

Wendy walked out and slammed the door as Hoseok sat there looking down at the carpet underneath him. While Namjoon smiled to himself, “Did you guys hear that? She wants me to call her.”

“That’s great hyung but I think we should help Hoseok...”

Yoongi was the first one to sit next to the dancer and patted his back awkwardly, “You know she asked about you everyday for the past five months?”

Hoseok looked up and looked at Yoongi with a frown, “Did she?”

Jungkook nodded his head and sat on the couch, “Yeah, she would always send lunches to us.”

“All those lunches were from her?”

Jin sighed and leaned back into the loveseat, “You need to talk to her. The faster you do this-”

“I know. I’m going to bed, I need sleep for this.”

Another day of closing and it just felt like it was raining harder today. She watched the drops fall down the glass and shook her head, “He didn’t come...” She grabbed her coat and walked out with the rain drenching her. It feels nice when the cold water attacks you when you're sad. She couldn’t explain it but it felt nice. She started walking down the street when she heard her name with a familiar voice. She rolled her eyes at her thinking she was hearing his voice and continued her way. It wasn’t until someone grabbed her wrist making her turn around to see Hoseok breathing heavily with an umbrella.

“Why would you walk in the rain without an umbrella? Are you trying to get sick?”

She stared at him with confused eyes and shook her head, “Why would you care?”

He flinched at the words but he still held his concerned look, “I parked over there. I can drive you home.”

She wanted to fight back but she decided against it because this was the first time in a while since she saw him and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t want to be with him. She went under the umbrella with him and refused to look up at him but she could feel his stare. He opened the door for her and she entered the car without giving him a look. She heard the car door close and she let out a deep sigh, Now what.

When the other door closed, she watched him turn on the heater and turned his music, making the whole car silent. The only sound was the rain and the heater, she didn’t know if she should let out a sigh or cough. She was scared that he would ignore her or worse just walk away from her again after he came back for her.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned her head to look at his face with wide eyes, “What?”

“I’m sorry for walking out and not returning any texts.”

She didn’t know what to say so she nodded her head and the lack of response made Hoseok annoyed, “Wendy told me everything.”

“What do you mean everything?”

He scoffed at her and looked out his window, “You answer to that but not to me. She told me, you're a witch. You don’t need to lie anymore.”

She gulped and looked down at her knees, “Hoseok, I couldn’t tell you.”

“And why is that? This whole time you lied to me about something that made you who you are. How-”

“If I would’ve told you without being with you, my powers would’ve been taken away from me. Wendy could get in trouble now.”

His heated glare didn’t leave her face as she looked away from him, “You could’ve still told me.”

“We weren't together! Not like you want to be with me now.”

“What's that supposed to mean? Because your a witch, you think I won’t-”

She turned her head at him and his face softened when he saw tears welled up in her eyes, “Because I lied to you. I wouldn’t want to be with a liar either, so I understand.”

He shook his head and grabbed her hand that was holding her knee tightly. He interlocked his hand with hers and looked into her eyes, “I’ve done things wrong too. We're both wrong but we can make it right. Plus, I know I'm your soulmate.”

“But I lied to you...that’s one of the worst things you can do to someone.”

Hoseok shook his head and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “I know why you did it. I’m sorry I wanted you to say it when you weren’t ready.”

She glanced up and smiled to herself, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you...maybe If I told you earlier. Things would be better now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and pushed some hair behind her head, “We won’t know that and honestly that doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is that I got you.”

“You don’t care about me being a witch?”

He shook his head at this and smiled at her, “I like you for you. Nothing can change that.”

“Really?”

He leaned down and placed a quick peck on her pale lips, “Really. Let’s go to my dorm, it's closer.”

She felt her face get hot and nodded her head, “Are the guys there?”

“Yeah...they know that you and Wendy are witches.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I know Jungkook is going to ask me to do stuff. Like making things appear.”

“He can do that another time, I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”

Her head snapped at him and her eyes widened, “Girlfriend? You don’t even ask me!?”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepishly smile, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course...you idiot.”

Y/N sat on the bed in Hoseok clothes as she let out a loud gasp, “She told you I would die!?”

Hoseok nodded his head and pouted at this, “Is that not true?”

“I mean technically she’s not wrong but we would have to be apart for a year. Wendy likes to be dramatic.”

“A whole year, yeah that would never happen.” He picked her up and placed her into his lap. He kissed her forehead and smiled, “Never again will we be apart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

There was a knock on the door and Y/N glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “Neh, Y/N...can you show me some spells?”

“Jungkook, I said in the morning, leave my girlfriend alone!”

Extended ending:

Five years of dating and two years of marriage, Jung Y/N, looks at herself in the mirror with a small smile. She tilted her head and looked at the small bruises on her neck with a roll of her eyes. She grabbed her foundation and started to hide the marks when she felt someone rub her shoulders, “Why are you covering them? You know how much I love seeing them.”

She put down her foundation brush to look up at him with an annoyed look, “I don’t need the guy's comment today. I’m already feeling extra tired because of someone.”

“You wanted it just as much as me, love.”

She watched him leave the room and the smile on her face only grew. She got up from her chair and took a look in the mirror one last time. She put her hand on top of her growing belly and let out a content sigh. Hoseok walked back in and smiled at the view of his wife and felt butterflies. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around to put his hands on top of hers. He kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“I’m so excited to meet her.”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #bts hoseok x reader #hoseok x reader #Bts

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Ikemen Villains Prologue: Chapter 2

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???: Wait!!

(...!)

An angry man and a young lady suddenly sprang out before my eyes, they seemed to be having a conflict.

Young Lady: That hurts!

The necklace in the young lady’s hand was shaking and glimmering.

(A thief—?)

Man: I’ll make sure you can never use this hand again!

The man raised the fire poker in his hand.

(Her bones will break for sure if he hits her with that—!)

In the spur of the moment—

Kate: Wait.

— I reflexively called out to them.

Man: Hah!? Whaddya want?

(I shouldn't be interfering, but…!)

Kate: P-Please return the item you stole. I’ll listen to what you have to say afterwards.

Young Lady: Ggh!

Man: Ouch!

(Huh!?)

The young lady kicked the man’s arm and vanished into the crowd.

Man: Stop right there, you thief—! Damn it. Look what you’ve done!

Kate: I- I’m sorry…

(I didn’t expect her to kick him and escape.)

I regretted ever interfering with their business.

Man: That necklace she stole was expensive! Are you going to pay for it!?

Kate: Yes, I will!

I tearfully took my purse out.

…

Black Haired Man: … I see. A fine little robin, indeed.

…

Kate: Ahh… I really messed up this time.

(To that jeweler, the young lady is a bad person for stealing from him, but I didn't think it was fair to fully blame her for stealing. She might've had her own reasons for doing so and was desperate.)

Everyone knew that there were many people living in poverty here in the east side of London.

(I couldn't possibly watch and do nothing about her getting hurt, without finding out why she had to steal.)

(And yet, the jeweler was the one who suffered a loss and that young lady got away with it.)

Kate: �� I don't know if what I did was considered good or evil.

Kate: But one thing's for sure is that now I don't have enough money to watch this month’s play.

It was a small hobby of mine to watch a play once every few months with my savings.

(I was supposed to have enough after making today’s deliveries… but I guess I won't be catching the play this month.)

Kate: Oh well, crying about it won't solve anything. I’ll just have to earn that money back.

…

Kate: I’m back.

Chief: Kate! Perfect timing… wait no, the streets can get dangerous at night…

Kate: Is something the matter?

Co-Worker: You see, we’re a little short staffed at the moment, so there's no one to do the night deliveries.

(Night deliveries… that’s it!)

Kate: Please let me handle them.

Chief: Oh? I appreciate your offer to help.

Chief: The delivery area is in a relatively safe neighborhood full of townhouses, just don’t wander around unnecessarily.

Kate: Okay!

(Thank goodness, this means that I can make up for the money I lost!)

(It’s my first time doing deliveries at night in this neighborhood… I guess it should be fine, as long as I’m careful.)

…

Black Haired Man: Well then— are you ready, gentlemen?

Cat-Like Man: Of course, Victor. It's been a long time since we last went on a mission together. How exciting.

Aloof Man: Calm down a little. Getting too carried away will only result in you being hurt.

Man Carrying A Shotgun: I mean, I can patch you up if it's not a serious injury. But if you die, that just means I have one less person to help me with my research.

Cat-Like Man: Thanks, Roger. As expected of a former doctor.

Blond Man with Blue Eyes: … Al. Do I really have to take part in this?

Gentlemanly Man: Yes, seeing how it's such a lovely evening. There might also be something you'll like at the target's mansion.

Blond Man with Blue Eyes: Really...? Fine.

Sinister-Looking Man: Then can we get going already? Unlike you nobles, I don't have a lot of free time on my hands.

Tall Young Man: But you don't have any business meetings scheduled for tonight.

Sinister-Looking Man: Tch... will it kill you to be less honest? Shut it.

Red Eyed Man: — Looks like 'Crown' is ready, Victor.

Black Haired Man: Ahaha! Good. You lot are so carefree and wonderful as always. Well then, shall we begin?

Black Haired Man: Tonight — we give in to the evil in our wicked hearts.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil prologue

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hellofa-ride · 2 years

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that one request about kid y/n seeing the mercs as a father figure but w/ scout p lease,,,

How the mercs would react to a kid getting stuck on base and starting to see them as father figures: Scout Edition

When it happened, he was pretty confused. And scared. He didn't even meet his own dad, how was HE supposed to FATHER A KID!? He never was able to imagine himself having kids, but surprisingly you managed to change that. It started with him just sorta ignoring you because, well, you're a kid. But when he realized that you two had similar interests (Comics, baseball, Tom Jones, Etc.) He latched onto YOU instead. They loved being around you and would always have you help them with their stupid shenanigans and pranks. But it was still a more older brother dynamic, right? I mean, he might be a BIT overprotective over you and always play catch with you and give you piggyback rides, but those are just older brother things, right? You can't blame him for being clueless, I mean he never met his dad and he was just going off of what his older brothers did when he was younger (not knowing that they practically parented him throughout his childhood.) It wasn't until one of the mercs pointed out that you literally called him "dad" at one point that it really hit him how much you looked up to him. When he finally realized and processed all this, he started.. crying. He had a kid now. He was a dad. Once the other mercs saw this happening, they had engineer distract you while they helped calm him down. He was terrified. He had no idea what to do. What if he messed up? What if he left you? What if he hurt you? He really cares about Spy, that's undeniable but he doesn't want to repeat what he did. Even Spy admitted how much he regretted leaving Scout as a kid. But he still had no idea how to be a parent to a kid. So, naturally, the mercs decided to help him learn all the things they should've learned from a dad, so he could teach it to you. They were even sort of your second dads in a way. He still screws up sometimes, and he's still pretty irresponsible but he's trying really, REALLY hard to be better for you. To be a better dad than his. Because of him needing to learn how to do this stuff, spy and scouts relationship got better because Spy used this as an excuse to do all the stuff with Scout that he never got to do when he was younger as a "demonstration." He's not perfect, he's far from it. But I'd say he's good enough.

(This account has been SO DEAD LATELY. Ever since school started back up I've barely had the energy to do anything. I'm really sorry, and I'll try to make my upload schedule more consistent. Also, this ask is REALLY old so sorry for making you wait so long.)

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A3! Translation: The Mixer ☆ Returns (Hidden Four Strings)

Viola squad viola squad (this story has nothing to do with the viola) viola squad

I TL’d this one a while ago so I don’t remember exactly how doing it felt, but I know it’s so full of slang that I probably was dying a little the entire time lolol. Regardless, I think it came out pretty nicely

Thank you to @reddoransu for helping me get this story, you’re a star

And, for exciting news!! I can upload my TL’s to yaycupcake now!! @moonlight404-translates was kind enough to walk me through the process. Thank you for helping me figure it out, Moonieちゃん!! This one is up already :)

When I’m cross posting right away, I won’t bother splitting the TL into multiple posts. I’ve also got a lot of stories already TL’d just waiting around, so you’ll hopefully see a lot from me in the near future! A lot of them are hopefully really funny :D

The translation is under the cut. If you see anything that doesn’t seem right, please let me know!

The Mixer ☆ Returns

Part 1

Kazunari: Tsuzuroon! Hey, hey, you’re playing a guy who’s like a total player in the next play, right!?

Tsuzuru: No, he’s not really a “player”ー

Kazunari: No waaay, to think my time has come again~!

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Kazunari: Well like, because I heard that Tsuzuroon was gonna be playing a player! I set up a mixer to help with your role study!

Tsuzuru: HUH!? You WHAT!?

Kazunari: Tsumutsumu asked me for help with his role study when he played a playboy in the Winter Troupe’s second show, so the three of us went to a mixer, didn’t we?

Kazunari: So I like, thought you might come to me for help the same way Tsumutsumu did~!

Tsuzuru: Hold on, you can’t just…

Kazunari: After all, your role’s like someone who’s not really interested in anything but messing around, right?

Tsuzuru: Roughly speaking, yeah, but it's the “skipping practice to go play games at an arcade” kind of messing around.

Kazunari: Eh!? Seriously? …did I get the wrong idea?

Tsuzuru: *sigh*

Kazunari: Crap~. Sorry~.

Kazunari: But that puts me in a bind. Cause I kinda already set it up… (peek)

Tsuzuru: Please stop sneaking glances directly at me.

Tsuzuru: (But even if Miyoshi-san misunderstood, he DID kindly set this up for me…)

Tsuzuru: …I get it… just this once.

Kazunari: Woohoo! The mixer returns!

Kazunari: By the way, I made it 3 and 3 like how it was when we went with Tsumutsumu before.

Tsuzuru: What are you going to do about the last person?

Kazunari: Right~ I’ll invite Tsumutsumu again~?

Tsumugi: Misumi-kun, thanks for helping me with the gardening.

Misumi: You’re welcome~ I had fun too~!

Kazunari: Ohh~! Tsumutsumu and Sumi! Hyper nice timing!

Kazunari: Hey, hey, Tsumutsumu, there’s another mixer, wanna go together?

Tsumugi: Eh? A mixer?

Kazunari: Yeah! By the way, the schedule is~…

Tsumugi: Ah, I’m sorry… I have a tutoring job on that day…

Kazunari: Ah, oh, really?

Tsuzuru: You’re kidding…

Tsumugi: Kazu-kun, Tsuzuru-kun, are you participating this time too?

Tsuzuru: That’s right. Apparently Miyoshi-san set it up to help with my role study.

Tsuzuru: But if Tsukioka-san can’t come, what now?

Kazunari: Then~ Sumi! How about it?

Misumi: Me~? No problem!

Kazunari: Yaaay!

Tsuzuru: …I hope the other people can keep up with Ikaruga-san’s energy…

Tsumugi: H-Hang in there, Tsuzuru-kun.

Tsuzuru: Tsukioka-san, why are you only completely booked when I need you…?

Kazunari: I’m super excited~! Let’s get hyped together!

Misumi: Yaaay, tri-tri-triangle~!

ー

Tsuzuru: *Sigh*...

Izumi: Tsuzuru-kun? You’re sighing; what’s wrong?

Tsuzuru: It’s… apparently Miyoshi-san misunderstood my role this time around as a player character.

Tsuzuru: So now we’re going to a mixer together to help with role study for that…

Izumi: Huh, a mixer?

Itaru: Ahh, so that’s why he suddenly got so excited while we were talking, Kazunari.

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Itaru: Oh, Kazunari asked me about the Spring Troupe’s play the other day. I said that Tsuzuru’s role is someone who messes around and seems to not have too much motivation.

Izumi: I see… so Kazunari-kun misunderstood that.

Tsuzuru: It’s YOUR fault!?

Itaru: Haha, sorry, sorry.

〜

CHOOSE

1. Tsuzuru-kun, you seem like you’d be popular at a mixer.

Izumi: But Tsuzuru-kun, you seem like you’d be popular at a mixer.

Tsuzuru: Eh?

Izumi: You’re calm and kind, you’re good at taking care of people since you’re an older brother, you’ve got plenty of knowledge and experience from working all sorts of part-time jobs…

Izumi: And chatting with you is always really fun, Tsuzuru-kun.

Tsuzuru: Oh, um… th-thank you very much.

Izumi: ?

2. It could become material for a script

Izumi: B-But hey! It could become material for a later script, so…!

Tsuzuru: That, well… I guess it could.

Izumi: Yeah, since Tsuzuru-kun, you’ve said that your various jobs have been references too. This is part of that too.

Tsuzuru: You’re right. I’ll keep your words in mind and power through this mixer.

〜

Itaru: Who else is going to the mixer?

Tsuzuru: It looks like Tsukioka-san couldn’t come this time, so it was decided that Ikaruga-san would be going with us.

Izumi: Misumi-kun… I feel a little nervous…

Itaru: The trickster feeling is strong there.

Izumi: (Even if I say I’m worried, those three are adults, so I wonder if it’ll be alright…)

ー

Part 2

Girl A: Welco~me! I’m Kazucchi’s college friend~!

Girl B: Are you two members of Kazuchii’s theater company!?

Kazunari: Yuppers! This is Tsuzuroon and Sumi!

Girl C: Lit! Actors are so cool~! What sort of plays do you put on~?

Misumi: We put on triangular plays~! Tri-tri-triangle~!

Girl B: Ahahaha, you’re so funny! How cute~ triangle~!

Tsuzuru: (Like I thought, they’re all at Miyoshi-san levels of enthusiasm…)

Kazunari: Hold on, hold on~! Tsuzuroon, aren’t you looking a little down? Liven up more~!

Girl A: Let’s turn it up!

Tsuzuru: T-Turn it up?

Girl C: Then to get Tsuzuroon’s vibes up, should we play a game or something?

Kazunari: Ooh yeah! Ah, I know! Y’all know the Mozzarella Cheese Game?

Girl B: Of course!

Misumi: I don’t know it~ what kinda game is it~?

Tsuzuru: I don’t know it either.

Kazunari: It’s super simple! You just say “mozzarella cheese” around the circle!

Kazunari: But, the rule is you gotta say it with higher energy than the person before you!

GIrl A: It’s so fun, you’ll get it if you give it a try! Let’s do it, let's do it~!

Kazunari: Ok then, we’ll start with Sumi! Tsuzuroon will go last~.

Tsuzuru: I’m last!?

Misumi: Here I go, then~ Mozzarella triangle~!

Tsuzuru: Wh-, the word changed right from the start!

Girl C: Ahahaha, that’s great, you’re so funny Sumi~! Then I’ll go neeext!

ー

Girl B: Mozzare~lla~!! Tria~ngleee~!!!

Everyone: Ahahahahaha!!

Kazunari: So funny!! It’s too hype!

Misumi: Ahaha, tria~ngleee~!

Girl C: Alright, last up is Tsuzuroon! The floor’s yours~!

Tsuzuru: Th-The last one in this, huh…

Kazunari: You’ll be fiiiiine! Give it a go!

Tsuzuru: …*deep breath*...

Tsuzuru: MOZZARE~LLAAAA~~! TRI-AN-G–*COUGH COUGH*

Kazunari: Whoa whoa, Tsuzuroon!? Did you get too into it to completely flub it!?

Girl A: It’s like instead of Tsuzuroon, we should call you Flubberoon!(1)

Tsuzuru: F-Flubberoon…

Kazunari: Now, now! Wouldn’t you say that’s Tsuzuroon’s charm?

Tsuzuru: I can’t keep up with you guys!

Misumi: Tsuzuru~ there there~

Tsuzuru: *Sigh*...

ー

Chikage: –so? How did the mixer go?

Tsuzuru: …

Itaru: With that face I have a guess.

Citron: Ohh, he does not say anything…

Izumi: G-Good work today…!

Tsuzuru: The quality and encouragement of that guess is just what I need right now…

Kazunari: But but~! It wasn’t ALL bad, right?

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Kazunari: You got a new nickname, didn’t you!

Tsuzuru: …! Don’t tell them about th–

Misumi: Flubberoon~!

Tsuzuru: AaaaAAAH…!!

Chikage: Flubberoon, huh? It’s not a bad nickname, Tsuzuru. Ah, I mean Flubberoon.

Citron: A cute nickname~! Flu~bberoon!

Itaru: Feel like this is gonna take off, Flubberoon.

Tsuzuru: Don’t say it on purpose! I mean, I’d like for it to NOT take off!

Chikage: Haha, we’re joking.

Tsuzuru: Ugh, geez…

Izumi: Ts-Tsuzuru-kun. Should I pour you some tea? Or some sweets, are you hungry?

Tsuzuru: Director…

Tsuzuru: …in the end, talking with you is the most calming.

Izumi: Huh?

Tsuzuru: …! No, that…! I meant that I can talk to you without worrying because I’m used to it…!

Kazunari: Booold, Tsuzuroon!

Itaru: Good thing Masumi isn’t here.

Tsuzuru: Aaah geez… please give me a break…!

Story Clear

1. すべるん (suberun), from 滑る (suberu), which can mean “to bomb the delivery of a joke”

#a3!#a3! translation #tsuzuru minagi #kazunari miyoshi #misumi ikagura #tsuzumisukazu mixer for your soul #seriously tho when the official A3EN staff said Kazu was the real final boss they meant it #and then you throw in all his college friends and it's like hhhh #I think I was able to figure it all out tho thank you various forum hunting

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beepborpdoodledorp · 1 year

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Guys I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry that I keep dumping all my issues onto this stupid blog instead of just doing the normal thing and keeping it to myself but A. I'm in desperate need of venting and B. I feel like I definitely owe it to you all to tell you what's going on considering it (might) affect how often I post?? Not really considering I didn't even have a posting schedule to begin with but I should probably still give an explanation as to why one day I just can't shut up and post ten things within three hours and then go MIA for the next two days. Also hi Cookie Run tags you barely show up in this post but considering it's the main fandom I post for and a lot of my followers probably follow me for CRK content I figured it would probably be best to plop the tags in

My life. Is just. A mess. There are so many projects I want to work on and so many things I need to take care of in the real world and they all just come crashing together and in the end my dumb underdeveloped brain can't handle any of it and just shuts off to mindlessly play some video games. I have at least two major fanfic projects that would probably both be years-long efforts that I STILL haven't properly started yet (one of which is that CRK 'Black Raisin and Healer are the protagonists of the main story' fanfic that I said I was going to write OVER A YEAR AGO and STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO YET!!), a bunch of other long-term fanfic projects that are in my 'scrapped but will probably try and fail to revive later when I'm bored' pile, a bunch of one-shot ideas, a bunch of fanart ideas, I have a whole-ass idea for an entire BOOK I want to write, I have a Redbubble store that I should probably start uploading to again, I've wanted to set up commissions for over a year now and haven't gotten to it yet, I just got an idea for an 'ask my favorite Cookies' blog, and meanwhile in the real world I have a volunteer job I need to go to AND I've been on a job hunt since June of last year and no one will take me and I'm in desperate need of one since that will actually give me real money!! Because I'm almost an adult!! And I need money to survive!! I'll be 18 in less than a year and I still haven't figured out if I want to pursue some sort of artistic degree to work on animations and video game stuff or get a zoology degree since I really want to work with animals too and then there's all the adulting stuff I'm just starting to learn about because education in the US sucks ass and they don't teach you skills you actually need in the real world and now my brain hurts

I haven't brought it up on this blog since I never really saw a point to it before, but I suspect myself of having ADHD or something similar. I haven't been diagnosed yet, but my parents are working on setting me up to get one. Maybe some of this stress comes from that, maybe it's unrelated, I don't know. I just have a lot of issues managing both my online and offline projects that I really need to start handling better. Sorry for the dump I'm just kinda having a phase right now

#me #my life #my blog #update #blog update #rant #venting #fanfiction #fanart #creative projects #crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom

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trixielovesyouxx · 10 months

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Sorry about me not posing loads, I just got a new phone and schools coming up and it's just stressful, and my sleep schedule is just messed up but I'm mostly posting more on my tiktok, and YouTube so if you could follow and subscribe to me that would be awesome.

Tiktok: Trixielovesyoumorexx

YouTube: Trixielovesyouxx

Sorry again. I will try to upload more here on tumblr.

#creek #sorry #bleh #pleh

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arcanamusica · 11 months

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Arcanamusica Comic Chapter 0: 川和静 Shizuka Kawawa

There’s no meaning in finding your true self. No matter what you come up with, the world will ultimately see you how they choose to. Your own feelings have no meaning.

But if you decide to seek that part of yourself, that’s who you will become.

Kawawa is typing furiously on his PC at his job in a tall office building.

“F-finally… done…I can finally go home..! I feel like I’ve been away for ages…”

He slumps back in his chair, and starts packing up his bags, when-

“Huh~Why doesn’t my code work~?”

His ears perk up immediately and he rushes over to the woman at the other computer who seems to be having trouble.

“WHAT?! This is like, the simplest error message ever! It’s such an easy fix! Did you already forget?!”

“S-sorry…”

“Agh, let me see.”

Nearly pushing his coworker out of the way, Kawawa begins typing on her computer.

“Ok, ok, I’m fixing it, but I’m leaving you the directions so you can do it on your own next time.”

“T-thank you so much for your help.”

More coworkers appear.

“Huh? Kawawa-san? Wasn’t it your day off today?”

“Apparently he’s been working overtime because the manager keeps messing up scheduling.”

“What, again?”

“Yep. Kawawa’s kinda insane, but he must really like taking care of us here, no?”

Later, on the train home, Kawawa receives a notification on his phone that an app called “Arcanamusica” has been downloaded on his phone.

“Huh-what’s this-”

A mascot appears on screen.

“Welcome to Arcanamusica! Feel free to use the recording feature in the app to stream your music to anyone! Anyone can listen and place bets on your song, so put yourself out there and interact!”

“Did I download this..?”

Music appears on the app and urges him to sing along to it in order to commemorate the download. He hits play and-

This…this is the “soul” I’ve been looking for all this time…

The first note I heard, I thought, this is the song I’ve been meaning to sing.

This is…my song.

Kawawa finishes recording "My Role" in a karaoke room and uploads it to Arcanamusica. He leans back, nodding off slowly.

“The hell am I doing…yawn…I should…hurry up and go home…”

In the morning, Kawawa wakes to find himself in the karaoke room, as his phone is blowing up with notifications.

“Sh-shaddup..W-wait, WHA? 10,000..views..”

He looks at the app to see that his song has received over 10k plays and 22,222 bets. There are several comments saying he should go pro or start debuting.

“M-major debut, huh…if I become famous on this app maybe I can quit my job..? Pfft, yeah right-”

His phone starts ringing, and it’s from his manager. He picks up the phone, and is greeted by a loud, frantic voice.

“I can’t.”

“Kawawa! We need you here now!!”

“So sorry. Can’t make it.”

His boss starts pleading nonstop through the phone at him, and Kawawa finally says-

“I got it…Grahhh.. I’M GONNA QUIT THE COMPANY AFTER ALL!!!!!”

The Arcanamusica mascot narrows its eyes and reads:

“No Music, No Destiny!”

Adapted from: https://arcanamusica.jp/comic/

#arcanamusica #arcanamusicacomic #arcanamusicamainstory

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mrslittletall · 5 years

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Title: Keeping it together (Chapter 23) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Silver Knights, Lord's Blade Ciaran, Hawkeye Gough, Great Grey Wolf Sif Word Count: 6.718 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16328084/chapters/43960237 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/184296200789/title-keeping-it-together-chapter-22

Summary: Ornstein is working on feeling better.

(Author's note: Last chapter ahead and it is a pretty long one. Please enjoy and thanks for staying with me during this ride.)

After around a week had passed, Gwyndolin finally allowed Ornstein to leave the Dark Moon Tomb. Ornstein had needed that break as much as he hated to admit it. His nausea had subdued and the constant ache in his stomach had greatly tuned down. It now was apparent to him that his sickness had stemmed from him trying to keep it together.

For his injuries, he couldn't do anything about the broken fingers, but that shouldn't hinder him much, at least it was only on the left hand. His bruised leg still hurt a bit, but was on a good way to heal completely, with him able to walk on it quite normally.

Now that Gwyndolin had allowed Ornstein to leave, he was very eager to get back into his armour. In fact, he felt a bit uncomfortable having to walk the distance to the cathedral without it. It was a good thing that the streets were pretty unoccupied. Granted, that might have also been because Ornstein had decided to walk back once the night had fallen. His gaze was on the bright full moon as he walked. Ever since Gwyndolin had taken up the mantle to rule over Anor Londo the moon had been full every single night. Ornstein had never questioned it, they were a god under the protection of the moon overall. It didn't occur to Ornstein how cold the nights in Anor Londo had become.

As Ornstein approached the cathedral, the silver knights standing guard there greeted him.

“Captain, it is good to see that you feel better.”

“Don't worry about the cathedral, we took good care of it in your absence.”

Ornstein thanked them with a smile and made his way to his room, hoping that his armour had been brought there. To his relief, it was there along with his spear. After not being able to wearing it for so long and because Ornstein wasn't tired at all yet, he put it on, only with a little trouble because of the restricted movement of his left hand. After he was done, he picked up his spear and looked at himself in the mirror.

Seeing the fierce expression of the lion helmet instead of his face brimming with his insecurities and anxiety, made him feel a lot better about himself. Gwyndolin was saying that he should be more true to himself, but Ornstein didn't felt anything wrong about using his armour to keep up his composure. He still was the captain of the knights and while he had allowed himself a moment of weakness, it had to be over now.

He adjusted his armour until it fit perfectly and left his room, wandering through the cathedral, greeting any silver knight or servant he saw and eventually stopped in front of the so called silver knight ask box. It looked like there actually were some messages in it. Well, he hadn't checked it for a while now. Ornstein gathered the box and headed for the conference room with it.

When he opened the door to the conference room he first deeply sighed at the sight of the paperwork and then froze because he saw Sira sitting there. Without her helmet for once, working on the paperwork.

“Sira, what...?”, he started and she jerked up, frantically fishing for her helmet and got it on before answering him.

“Oh, Captain Ornstein, are you feeling better?”, she asked. “I was handling the paperwork. I have made stacks for stuff that you still need to sign and stuff that I can't do on my own, but everything else is pretty much done, I wanted to turn it in once I finished the last few bits.”

“Have you done this the whole week?”, Ornstein was astounded as he gazed along the paperwork, messy lumps now neatly organized. It even intimidated him how big the stacks had become. He thoroughly hoped the biggest one wasn't the “to sign” stack.

“Yes, but I liked doing it. To be honest, I only joined the silver knight because my parents wanted me to. I never felt much for fighting, organizing stuff is a lot easier for me.”

“I am impressed. This helps so much. That you managed to do all this work in such a short time. I should assign you to do the paperwork exclusively.”

“Actually, I would rather cherish that.”

Ornstein stared at Sira, then at the paperwork, then at Sira again. He was half during the process to formulate a sentence in his head that she didn't need to and that it was his duty to do the paperwork and he just needed to stop procrastinating it, but then he asked himself. Why shouldn't he lot Sira do the paperwork? She had told him that she liked it more than doing the usual duties of a silver knight.

“Well then, Sira, I assign you to be in charge of the paperwork.”, Ornstein said.

“I will fulfill this task to the best of my belief.”, Sira answered and bowed to him. She took a bunch of papers with her, to Ornstein's relief from the biggest stack, pointed the one out he still needed to sign and left the room. Only when she had left Ornstein noticed that she hadn't stuttered once talking to him this time.

With Sira gone, Ornstein put the ask box down on the table and his gaze laid on the stack to sign for a moment. He should probably sign it, better sooner as later, but for now, he wanted to open the ask box first. He removed the lid and fished the first message out.

The silver knight ask box had been established a long time ago, back when all four knights of Gwyn still had been around, when the dragon war still had been raging on, when Lord Gwyn and even the Firstborn had still been around. Ornstein had bought the little box because he had become sick and tired of having to answer the same question to every silver knight individually, so he put the box down, instructed the silver knights to put any questions in it and at the end of the day he and the other knights of Gwyn would go through them and tell the silver knights their answers at the next roll call.

Ornstein was expecting to see a few requests in the box, so when he unfolded the message and looked at it, he got surprised to see the words: “Captain, are you feeling alright lately? It doesn't seem like it. May I suggest you get some rest?”

He unfolded the next message only to be greeted with a similar sounding message: “Captain, don't worry too much about taking a break, we can handle it until you feel better.”

Ornstein fished a third message out of the box, which read: “Captain, if I don't see you take a break soon, then me and Terrick will drag you to the infirmary.” It was signed by Amira, of course.

The rest of the messages were all like this. Concerns, the knights telling Ornstein not to worry about it, them begging him to take a break and even a few that must have been tossed in only recently, because they asked him if he felt better.

“You guys.”, Ornstein murmured to himself. “Why did I think I had to shoulder it all alone? I should have trusted my knights a little bit more...” He laid his head down on the table, overwhelmed by the kindness of his silver knights and his gaze fell onto the papers that still needed to be signed.

Ah well, he could get to them now. He felt that he at least owed Sira this. And if he only had to sign the papers it wouldn't take long. He fetched a quill and an ink pot and got started. ___

Later that day Ornstein was going through the stuff he had brought back from Oolacile. It wasn't much of course, he hadn't been there for sightseeing and he already had unpacked all the clothes he had brought with him and gave them to the laundry team.

What he hadn't unpacked yet, where the sketches he had made back then. Gough, Ciaran, the Sanctuary Guardian and some flowers from Dusk's garden. He remembered that he once had also drawn Dusk's maiden, but he had given the picture to them. Ornstein stared at the sketches. Didn't he thought about giving them some colour once he returned? He wasn't too sure though when he had used the easel the last time. He should check if the colours there were still moist and hadn't dried up yet.

However, before Ornstein wanted to visit the painting room, he picked up the sketch of Ciaran in front of the makeshift grave. Back then, Ciaran had shooed him away and he didn't had a chance to finish it yet. He let his gaze wander over the sketch. Ciaran's general posture had already been sketched out, how she had kneeled in front of the grave, hands folded into a prayer stance. Ornstein grabbed for a pencil, an item he usually would carry around with him and set the tip on the paper, it made a scratching sound once he drew the lines of Ciaran's helmet, the distinct shape, resembling a hornet.

He couldn't look at her for reference right now, but he didn't need to. He had seen her almost every single day for a few centuries, she was vividly in front of his inner eye. He continued the sketch with adding her distinct ponytail, unlike his, it had been added to her helmet, but Ornstein knew it had once been her actual hair, hair that she had cut short when she became an assassin. Ornstein drew the last few lines of the braid before adding her armour, the light leather set, which was worn by all of the lord's blades, but Ciaran still managed to distinct herself from them. Her mask looked different and she herself had chosen it. Ornstein drew the narrow eyes and the thin mouth on it, the only facial feature on the mask. Once he was done, he laid his pencil down and looked at his work.

A perfect sketch of Ciaran in her grieving, which she had done right away, instead like him, who had hid his feelings for far too long. Ciaran had decided back there and then, that her feelings were more important than her duties and stayed at Artorias grave. It hadn't even occurred to Ornstein to visit her. It must have been awful for her, maybe even more than for himself. He had a churning feeling in his chest, thinking about it. His gaze fell onto the drawing of Gough, the gentle giant, who would always carve and whittle away on some wood on this tower. They both had been worried about him, had told him several times to take care and what had he done?

Ornstein determined that he would visit both of them as soon as he had a free day. And his leg wouldn't hurt anymore.

Now that Ornstein had finished the sketch of Ciaran, technically he felt he could venture to the painting room and look for colours, but he wasn't in the mood for it. Instead, he picked up a fresh piece of paper and his pencil.

The first thing he roughly sketched out were a few trees. They didn't need to be very detailed, he just needed the general idea of a forest clearing on this piece. He adumbrated some grass and then the scratching of his pencil worked on the main part of this sketch, a figure leaning against a tree, legs spread out, relaxed posture. Nobody viewed Ornstein draw, but when he would have a spectator, they would have realized that he was working on Artorias the moment the lines formed his cape and hood. Ornstein added the details of Artorias armour on the drawing, the leggings that mostly resembled those of a silver knight as well as the chest piece, which was party covered by the cape though. Then the next line formed the tassel on Artorias hood, going straight down, resting on his chest. And even though most of the time, Artorias face was darkened inside that hood, Ornstein decided to add it. The gentle gaze, the charming smile, the vertical scar just above his nose, the beard shadow that grew back even after Artorias had fully shaved that morning.

Yes, this was Artorias like he remembered him. An Artorias who was at ease with himself and the world. Ornstein hoped, that wherever Artorias mind was now, that he could find this peace, that he didn't had to wander in endless nightmares.

Ornstein gazed at the sketch again. Actually, this wasn't complete yet. What truly made Artorias, was still missing. He added the figure of a wolf pup next to Artorias with a few strokes, curled in on itself.

Another glance, still didn't felt finished. Ornstein didn't need to think twice about what to add. A few lines later, Artorias had his sword laid lazily over his legs, the massive size of it still making the tip bury slightly into the ground and his shield was laid protectively over Sif, as if he wanted to shield her from any harm. Ornstein laid down the drawing and felt satisfied. That was how he wanted to remember Artorias. Not like the one he had seen in his dreams... he wanted to try and remember his friend as the relaxed man chilling in the woods.

It had gotten quite late while he had worked on the drawings. Now he had Gough, Ciaran and Artorias. Three of the four knights of Gwyn. Only one missing.

Ornstein stared at his armour that he had stacked into a corner of the room. He stood up and walked over to it in slow, but steady steps. He studied the armour thoroughly, tried to etch every single detail into his mind. He had been wearing it pretty much every day now since he had become the first knight of Gwyn. It felt like it had become a part of his personality.

“I wonder if this is a good thing?”, Ornstein asked himself, when he picked up the helmet and took it back with him to the table, placing it in plain sight, turned around, so that he would look at the backside. Then he straightened a new piece of paper.

Ciaran he had drawn praying in front of the makeshift grave, Gough he had drawn carving, Artorias he had drawn relaxing in the woods. And the last knight of Gwyn?

Ornstein sketched out the cathedral, the part that was most visible for anyone who would come from Sen's fortress, the big gates, the stairs, the windows, the spires, before he sketched the figure of the dragon slayer in front of it.

Spear firmly gripped in his right hand, his back turned to the watcher, the gaze of his lion helmet on the cathedral, his ponytail falling down his back, posture strong and assertive, showing that this place was under his protection. He truly felt like the last protector of Anor Londo.

Ornstein dropped his pencil, after drawing that much his fingers had cramped and the broken fingers in his left hand throbbed too, although he mostly had used this hand to hold the paper down.

Ornstein looked out of the window. He hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set. That explained why his room suddenly felt so dark. He lighted a candle and put it on his night stand. Ornstein wondered if he should go to bed straight away, but he wasn't feeling tired yet. It wouldn't hurt walking the short distance to the painting room and check for colours. He could buy any missing ones the next day on his patrol, so he grabbed the candle and left his room.

As Ornstein was wandering through the hallways, he could hear a voice casually speaking: “...and then we all wanted to know who the mysterious piano player was and were eavesdropping at the door, but we were too greedy and then the door busted and it turned out to be... Oh, Captain Ornstein!”, Herman greeted Ornstein as he crossed the path of him and Jervis. “Is anything the matter? Do you want to check if we do our job right?”, he chuckled.

“No, I am not here for that.”, Ornstein replied, he couldn't help but feel amused. “I just wanted to check something in the painting room.”

“Alright, captain, call us if anything happens.”, Herman said and both knights passed Ornstein. After a few more steps, Ornstein could hear how they continued their conversation.

“So who has been the mysterious piano player?”, Jervis asked.

“That's it, it was indeed Captain Ornstein. He was furious about us eavesdropping, especially at Artorias, but he still agreed to play for us.”, Herman answered.

That brought Ornstein back. One day he had discovered a piano in one of the guest rooms and he used to learn it as a kid. He hadn't played for a good while this particular day, so his playing was far off and sounded awful, so he came to practice every single day and got the interest of the silver knights. Playing the piano... he hadn't done it in a while yet. Ornstein thought it could be fun to do it once again, but then he remembered the broken fingers on his left hand and looked at them.

“Won't be able to hit all keys with two of them restrained liked this.”, he murmured to himself and entered the painting room he had arrived at in the meantime.

He closed the door behind him, put the candle into his left hand (carefully to not drop it, being able to only hold it with three fingers) and headed straight for the cupboard where they kept their colours. He opened it, carefully placed the candle on the floor and checked if he had everything he would need.

Let's see, he needed gold, red, blue, silver, white, brown, black and green mostly. Most colours were still there, but he noticed a shortage of blue and gold. Ornstein closed the cupboard, picked up the candle and went back to his room.

The next day on his patrol Ornstein strolled over the market place and got the missing colours, a new brush when he was already on it and some treats that he intended to give to the group of cats.

It felt a bit like Artorias ghost had possessed him when he bought the treats. Ornstein had never cared much about cats, they were far too hostile against him, but for some reason, this group had started to grow on him. While Ornstein was tossing the treats to them, he thought about that Artorias often had brought dogs or cats with him into the cathedral before he had gotten Sif, hastily hiding them in cupboard drawers until Ornstein had forced him to get them out of the cathedral.

An uneasy thought crossed Ornstein's mind. What if he still had cats and dogs hidden in his room? And nobody had entered this place for a good while now...

Orstein shook off the thought as quickly as possible, there was no way Artorias would have left some animals to starve while he was gone. Even if there had been animals in his room, he would have made sure that someone took care of them. And when he had asked Ciaran, she also would have made sure that they were taken care off.

While Ornstein had been lost in thoughts, he hadn't noticed that the little white cat had laid down beside him, purring and he absentmindedly had started to pet it, even though his hand was covered into a cold metal gauntlet. Snowy didn't seem to mind though. Hm, strange, maybe he could get behind cats after all.

Ornstein kept some of the treats for himself (a guilty pleasure only a few people knew about) and finished his patrol. There wasn't much going on. His silver knights did outstanding work and managed to deal with thieves, bandits and even Undead flawlessly. Ornstein had to admit, it probably helped that Seath would house the Undead until they were able to escort them to the asylum. Even though Ornstein felt like they always got less Undead back than they had brought in.

After Ornstein arrived back at the cathedral, he met up with Sira to take care of the paperwork she couldn't do on her own. After that was done, he cleaned out the silver knight ask box while eating the left over dried fish treats and saw even more supportive messages, which brought a smile on his face. One of them was from Amira and Terrick inviting him to a game of cards. Ornstein considered it, he really should try to go out more, spending time with his knights could be just what he needed. Even though he enjoyed some solitude, he had to admit that he had felt quite lonely lately, with Artorias, Ciaran and Gough gone, the three people he had spent so much time with over the course of several centuries.

After his duties were done for the day and the silver knights were assigned to new tasks (even though Amira and Terrick had suggested they could do it, Ornstein still wanted to do this task on his own), he fetched the colours and the brush he had bought earlier as well as the sketches from his room, unsheathed from his armour and walked to the painting room.

Ornstein prepared an easel, put the sketch on it and poured the colours on a pallet. He wanted to start with Ciaran so he mostly needed blue and some white. Soon it was only him and the strokes of his brush on the painting as Ciaran started to get some colour, first the basics, then the details. Ornstein took great care into adding lighter spots at where the sun had shone on her, he remembered the picture of her praying in front of this grave so well and that it kind of had looked beautiful how the light had reflected on her armour.

As soon as he was finished with giving the grave some colour, Ornstein stepped back and inspected his work. He found it to be a fine piece. He would have loved to show it to Ciaran, but...

Ornstein's stomach growled and he realized how much time he already had spent in the painting room. He could finish the other paintings over the course of the next few days. As he was cleaning up and on his way to leave the room, Ornstein noticed another easel which was covered with a cloth. Curious on who had painted lately and what, he removed it and stared at a painting of himself and Artorias.

Oh, that explained why blue and gold had been out.

Ornstein nearly felt like crying when he looked at the painting. It wasn't a masterpiece, far from it, it was pretty crude and bristled with beginner mistakes, but he instantly knew that Artorias had painted it. Ornstein wondered if Artorias had planned to gift it to him? Had it been his birthday? Ornstein was awfully bad at remembering it, but Artorias hadn't forgotten it any single year. Every year Ornstein had received a cake from him, often along another present, often handmade.

And now, Ornstein would never eat Artorias cake again.

Ornstein put the cloth back over the painting, wiped away the tears that had formed in his eyes and left the painting room.

After dinner, Ornstein decided to accept the invitation to the silver knight card game and thus it was far too late to continue his paintings once they finished and he excused himself to go to bed while the silver knights still seemed to want to stay awake a bit. After Ornstein did had so much sleeping trouble though, he decided to work on a consistent sleep schedule and go to bed at a reasonable hour each day.

The next few days continued in this matter. Ornstein would attend to his duties, then paint until dinner and then usually spent some time with the silver knights. Over the days, the drawings became more and more coloured.

On the first day Gough and his carvings turned into the brown and black shades the giant appeared in. On this day the silver knights wanted to play some chess and all got destroyed by Ornstein, who jokingly said they had to get Seath when they wanted a chance and ended in several silver knights trying to hold back the newbies when they actually wanted to venture into the archives.

On the second day, Ornstein's brush strokes gave colour to Artorias and Sif, which soon appeared in their usual silver-blue as well as grey. Ornstein took so much care of tiny details, that he had to postpone painting the background, because he barely managed to finish Artorias sword once it was time for dinner. This evening, the silver knights indulged in a game of truth or dare. Ornstein didn't join, but watched from the sidelines, thinking about the times he had played it with the others. This evening when Ornstein left he felt a lump in his throat.

The third day was spent with painting the forest around Artorias and Sif, before Ornstein managed to give colour to his self portrait. This day he didn't felt like hanging out with the silver knights and instead used the extra time after dinner to finish the drawing, added some details and painted the cathedral around himself. After he was done, he took a step back and admired his work. It had been some time since he last had painted, but this felt like some of his finest works. Now he had to find a place where he could hang them, but first, they needed to dry.

Ornstein decided to take a bath, he had managed to splash himself with colour quite a bit. It was a bit troublesome with the splinted fingers, but at least Gwyndolin had took off the bandage around his leg in the meantime and the bruise had almost healed, so that Ornstein didn't need to limp at all anymore. Ornstein also had arranged to visit Gwyndolin on a regular basis for some tea and them talking to each other, as friends not as knight and lord and Ornstein felt like this greatly improved his mood, he had started to look forward to visiting them ever since he had left the Dark Moon Tomb. He felt like both of them needed this visits, it made them feel less lonely.

Even though Ornstein enjoyed spending time with his silver knights, they never had the same chemistry with him than Artorias, Ciaran and Gough had. Sure, they were friendly and made him feel cherished, but ultimately, Ornstein knew they still saw him as their captain and so a certain closeness was missing. Ornstein wondered if that was what Artorias had felt about him? That Ornstein involuntary had pushed him away, because he was his captain and not because Ornstein had feared that his secret got lifted? Sadly now he would never know the answer. Artorias literally had taken it to the grave with him.

This night Ornstein had a mental breakdown again.

The next day, Ornstein had organized some picture frames, mostly from unused rooms with paintings so old that the colour already chipped off, still storing them neatly in the painting room.

Ornstein had decided where to hang his paintings and so he was in the silver knight quarters, scanning the walls, searching for the best position to hang the paintings. Once he had found a particular long wall with enough empty space, Ornstein picked up the hammer he had brought and proceeded to knock a nail in the wall, carefully taking care to not hit his hurt fingers. It was troublesome enough already with only three fingers to hold the nail and every hit on it made the injury throb, so Ornstein was pretty glad, when some help arrived in the form of Herman.

“Captain, let me help you with this.”, he shouted out. “It must be difficult for you to hold the nail with your injuries.”

“Thank you, Herman.”, Ornstein said and instructed the knight to where he wanted the nails. While he was at work, Jervis popped in, curious what Herman was doing. These two knights really had become inseparable lately. Ornstein felt like they had some father-son-dynamic going on. Which also reminded him, that he never did had a father figure in his life. The closest was probably Gough, they often jokingly had said that Gough is something like the team dad of the knights of Gwyn. And Gough had just chuckled in his low voice and said that he didn't mind having three children like them now.

Once again, reminiscing in this good old times made Ornstein feel uneasy.

“Alright, Captain, I am done.”, Herman's voice snapped Ornstein out of this thoughts.

“Thank you.”, Ornstein said and stood up, walking over to the paintings he already had framed. He picked the first one, that of Ciaran and hung it on the first nail on the wall.

“Oh, we are blessed with some original Ornstein's today.”, Herman casually said.

“What?”, Jervis asked, clearly confused.

“You see, Captain Ornstein sometimes paints and then finds a place in the cathedral to hang the paintings. This appears to be a painting from Lady Ciaran, who sadly has left us. What is the painting called?”

“Grief.”, Ornstein answered, after checking if the painting was hanging straight.

He picked up the next painting, the one of Gough carving.

“It has been so many years since I last saw Sir Gough! How is he doing?”

“Fine.”, Ornstein answered. “He carves the whole day, so much, that his body is littered with chips.”

“The title of this one?”

“Calm.”

The next painting was that of Artorias. Ornstein mulled over it for a bit before he started to hang it. This time, Herman didn't say anything.

“I called it peace.”, Ornstein explained after hanging the painting. “It is what he deserved. It is what I hope he has.” Ornstein didn't knew yet that he never would stop wondering if Artorias had actually be able to move on.

Only one painting left. He picked it up without taking a second glance.

“So know we have all of the four knights of Gwn watching over us.”, Herman mused. “And what is the title of this one, captain?”

Ornstein finished hanging the painting, looked at it, looked at the floor, blinked and stared at it again.

“The last protector.”, he finally said. ___

“How nice to see that you bless us with our presence.”

Ciaran's word stung like a hornet. Ornstein knew she didn't mean it like that, she usually was that sarcastic. He took it as a good sign. Her spraying some poison meant that she was feeling better.

“I had a lot of stuff to do and then...”, Ornstein started but didn't continue the sentence, absentmindedly petting over Sif's head instead, removing his left gauntlet to better feel the soft fur of the animal.

“What happened to your fingers?”, Ciaran asked, suddenly standing next to him, startling Ornstein so much that he jumped.

“Oh that...”, Ornstein said, staring at his fingers. “I fell.”

“Fell how? Down the stairs? Or did you trip over a cat?” Ornstein could clearly hear the irony in her voice over the last line.

“Fine, you got me, I collapsed from lack of sleep.”, Ornstein blurted out. “And then I was sick for a while and couldn't leave.”

“You insisted all this time that you were fine, but I still knew it would happen.”, Ciaran scolded him. “You should have taken care of yourself right away.”

“To be honest, Ciaran, you put on quite a burden on me when you told me that you wouldn't return to the cathedral.”, Ornstein snapped back at her.

“That is true. I am sorry for this, but I simply knew that I wouldn't be able to continue my duties.”, Ciaran casually explained.

“You want to watch over his grave.”, Ornstein said, it was a statement, not an ask. “Together with Sif.”

Ciaran simply nodded and sat back down behind the grave. After a few moments, Ornstein followed her. As he passed the grave, he took a moment to pray in front of it, sending his best wishes to Artorias. The sword of the wolf knight had been slammed into the ground. Sif was still too small to use it. And it would probably take her another 100 or 200 years to grow to her full size, great grey wolfs were a long living species but also one that grew exceptionally slow.

“So, how have you been?”, Ciaran asked once Ornstein had sat down beside her.

“Well, you know...”, Ornstein started and then he told her almost everything what had happened until he arrived back at Anor Londo. About how he drowned himself in work, how the mission with the dark wraiths went and how he was locked up by Gwyndolin in the Dark Moon Tomb for a good weak, but he didn't tell her about the mental breakdowns he had, how much he actually had vomited or that he had hung a painting of her grieving in front of Artorias makeshift grave into the silver knights quarters.

Eventually Ornstein had to leave. The way to Oolacile wasn't the shortest and he had used his free day for the visit, although this time he hadn't travelled on foot alone but actually paid some money for a carrier ride which greatly shortened the time. The first time around he mostly had decided to walk, because he had dreaded the arrival. And while this time he still had an empty feeling in his chest, Ornstein knew it was because he missed his friend, that was all. He probably would never stop to miss him, he only could get used to it.

However, Ornstein didn't want to leave back to Anor Londo right away, he had another friend to visit. As soon as he had climbed the ladder and set both feet on the ground of the tower, Gough greeted him.

“It's good to see that you are feeling better, Ornstein.”

“Yes, I am glad about this too... wait, what?”

Gough chuckled, that low chuckle that made Ornstein feel so much at ease.

“It is the way you walk, the clanks of your steps are sounding totally different depending on your mood.”, Gough explained. “So, how have you been doing lately? You took your sweet time to come for a visit.”

So Ornstein told his story a second time, pretty much the same like for Ciaran, only letting out things like his mental breakdowns, although to Gough he did tell that he had hung paintings of all four knights into the silver knight quarters.

“And when I was painting, I was discovering this other painting, it was of Artorias and me... and even though it wasn't signed I knew instantly that Artorias had painted it. Had he told you something about it?”

Gough stopped his carving and pondered for a bit, but then shook his head: “No, Artorias hasn't said anything about having done a painting. I guess he wanted it to be a surprise. Why don't you consider it as his last gift?”

“I was thinking about it anyway. Thanks for your advice, old friend.”

They both stayed like that and chatted a bit more until Ornstein really had to leave, or he would miss the carrier departing towards Anor Londo and he was supposed to pick his duties back up tomorrow. From the base of tower, Ornstein could see how Gough waved to him and Ornstein waved back.

Even though his knights weren't with him anymore, he could still visit them. And that made Ornstein feel a bit less lonely. ___

Ornstein was in his room, searching for a place to hang the painting of Artorias he had discovered in the painting room. It took him a long while to find a a place, trying out quite a few, being unsatisfied and searching for another place until he finally settled at the door. Then, he could look at it every time he left his room. And Ornstein felt like Artorias deserved this, even if he didn't knew if the painting had been intended as a gift, the dragon slayer had known the wolf knight for so long, that he pretty much didn't had any doubt about it. He would cherish this last gift Artorias had ever made him. He wanted to be able to look at it every day without even forgetting once. So the door was the perfect place for it. After he was done, Ornstein took a few steps back and just admired the painting.

Not everything was fine yet. Sometimes Ornstein still awoke in cold sweat because of a nightmare. Sometimes Ornstein still had mental breakdowns. Sometimes he had to just leave the hangout time with the silver knights because his feelings overwhelmed him and he needed to calm down. But at the same time, Ornstein had started to talk more to Gwyndolin about everything that troubled him (but he still left out he had mental breakdowns, he didn't want to burden them with this knowledge) and he regularly visited Ciaran, Gough, Sif and Artorias in Oolacile.

But Ornstein felt like he had to do one last thing to get full closure, to finally being able to accept Artorias death.

He was staying in front of Artorias room and took a few deep breathes, pacing back and forth until ten minutes had passed. “This is ridiculous, just enter.”, Ornstein scolded himself but knocked at the door first, exclaiming “Artorias, it's me, Ornstein, I am coming in.”, even though he knew Artorias couldn't be in there.

It still felt right to do it. They always had announced when they intended to enter the other's room. When Ornstein opened the door and entered, what he was seeing was a nice, tidy and cozy room.

That was so very much Artorias, he loved to keep his stuff neat and clean, just like his handwriting. The bed was neatly made, some blue sheets with a wolf pattern was on it, which made Ornstein smile, that was so fitting. The table in the room had a tea service ready to use on it. There were some books stacked on the night table, Artorias probably had intended to read them after he returned. There was a cupboard and when Ornstein opened it, Artorias clothes were hung in place, a few missing, the ones he had taken with him to Oolacile.

Ornstein also opened the drawers and sighed in relief when he didn't see any cats or dogs in them, especially because after so much time had passed they already had starved. But Ornstein also knew that Artorias would have never let that happen, he loved animals for too much for this.

Ornstein sat down on the bed. It was soft and yielded under his weight. He took the first book on the night stand and opened it.

It was Artorias cookie recipe book. Ornstein stared at his beautifully handwritten recipes and at the drawings he had added of the cookies. He stared at the notes Artorias had made. Notes about which cookie which of the knight liked the most and even notes how to make more unliked cookies better so that everyone of them could enjoy them.

Ornstein put the book aside. He felt tears streaming down his face. But, this time, he just let them be. He allowed himself this moment of grief. Yes, Ornstein would need to keep it together for a little while longer.

But he hadn't to keep it together right now. (Author's note: And we have reached the end. Thanks for everyone who supported this story. I would love to hear your opinions. Even though I halfway wanted to give up on this story, I am glad that I could get my muse back and write out this last chapter, with a scene I wanted to use to end it with over a year ago, when I first thought about writing it. I hope you enjoyed my take on how Ornstein would take Artorias death and maybe we'll see each other again on another work of mine.)

#dark souls #fanfiction #dragon slayer ornstein #lord's blade ciaran #hawkeye gough #great grey wolf sif #silver knights #I am actually very satisfied with this last chapter #sorry that my upload schedule got so messed up #littlewritesstuff

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kakiwrites · 3 years

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「 TYYD 」GN Reader | Shin Tsukimi with an S/O who is naturally stronger, maybe even working in sports or as a body builder, being the peacekeeper in the group as best they can? Protecting other's with their big heart, but always being there for Shin when he needs them in the game the most. Maybe even just some general fluff with them picking him up?

a stronk partner

Genre: fluff

A shin tsukimi x reader

Warning: light spoilers for chapter 2 part 1!!

a/n: been a while since I wrote for yttd. My wifi keeps cutting out so I don't really have a consistent uploading schedule so I'm sorry about that- everything will be more consistent once the wifi becomes stable enough! Without further ado, let's get started!

By the time you and shin got placed in the death game, You two were already in a relationship.

You guys are Partners in crime.

You guys added Kanna to your party but that

Shin's the brains, you're the brawn.

Don't worry, He includes you in his plans and actually lets you join in on the manipulating fun.

You need to take care of him during the second game.

He overworks and overthinks a lot so it's up to you to force him to bed.

You carry him and keep him there until he falls asleep.

When you successfully take the laptop, you, Kanna, and sou keep it away from everyone.

You hold onto the laptop because sou knows that no one would dare mess with you.

You tend to stick by him as an alibi.

Sara is always suspicious of sou and by extension, you. She doesn't trust you.

Hey, you and sou don't trust her either, a mutual hatred.

You carry him around EVERYWHERE

he doesn't like it but you do it anyway.

He might complain about it but he secretly loves it.

Please don't stop, he'll be really grumpy.

"I get more work done if you carry me and cuddle me." he pouts, crossing his arms.

He's waiting for you to run up and pick him up.

He's really light so carrying him isn't an issue.

We all know that shin could be very sickly and weak so please comfort him with bear hugs. It makes him feel better.

And that is all! This is kind of all over the place but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖❤️💕

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below): @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @reogou @midnightangelfox @wumboho @seiijixcia @tessabrown101

#your turn to die #yttd #kimi ga shine #your turn to die x reader #yttd x reader #kimi ga shine x reader #sou hiyori #sou #shin tsukimi #shin #sou hiyori x reader #sou x reader #shin tsukimi x reader #shin x reader #kaki writes

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sleepy-dreamers-inc · 3 years

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ok but like wilbur as a dad? like him taking care of you while you pregnant and making sure you feel amazing and confident and just supporting you.. fuck man

Wilbur as a Dad!|| 🌼

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff

h e a d-c a n n o n s||

Sypnosis|

WILBUR AS A DAD POG

Artist| yanteruu on twitter!

warnings: pregnancy!!

(also pronouns are still gender neutral bc pog)

a/n: THIS ANON KNOWS WHO I SIMP FOR THIS HAS FED ME-

- he was with you in the bathroom as you took the test, leaning against the wall as you did your thing, he simply stared at you much to you wondering why he was.

- It didn’t matter though once beeping bounced off the bathroom walls, as you got up and walked over to him, only looking at it with him.

positive.

- Wilbur never picked you up so fast, he was laughing and giggling as he burried his face into your chest, he was so happy.

“Y/N!! Im- Im gonna be a dad!” He cried out, putting you down but grasping your shoulders. Y/N simply looked up at him, teary eyed and smiling. “Yeah, Wilbur, and you’ll be a great one.” Y/N said, standing on they’re tippy-toes and wrapping they’re arms around his neck, trying to give him a kiss. He simply smiled, snaking his hands to your torso, pulling both of you closer to his body. All he did was press his lips against yours, so softly yet passionate. As both of you separated, all Wilbur had to say was,

“I love you, both of you.”

- Although he was protective of you before, he definitely was now. Well... more of clingy. He was always by your side and catered to all of yours and your babies needs.

- Morning cuddles where your both laying in bed, his head beneath your chest, but above your stomach. He loved the intimacy, being able to be close to the 2 most dearest people in his life.

- Telling Philza and Tommy when you were about 3 weeks in, Tommy screaming while Phil was the definition of [surprised pikachu face]

“W-wait? Y/N’s pregnant?” Phil asked, all 3 of them met up at a small cafe since he wanted to spend some time with his other family. “Yeah!! Dad, im gonna be a dad!” Wilbur jumped in his seat, he was so giddy about everything, not that anyone was complaining.

“Wait... this doesn’t mean you’re going to be spending less time with m- i mean us right?” Tommy said, his face toward his drink, yet looking up at his older brother.

“Awwwww Tommy-!!” Wilbur cooed, looking at the teenager with adoration. “I wont be online much in the later months, but for now my schedule will be relatively the same.” Wilbur stated, sipping his drink, looking at Tommy. “But hey, wanna go back to my place and see Y/N? They didn’t want to come since ‘they didn’t want to ruin the surprise.’” Wilbur asked, both boys nodded as they headed out.

- The ENTIRE SMP traveling to the UK to see you, they already loved you before, but my god they practically stole you from Wilbur for a few.

- Techno was,, surprisingly protective of you. Whenever you were out in public and Wilbur wasn’t there, he was right by your side. He liked you before, you were incredibly nice to talk with, and never minded his tangents.

- Wilbur asking Techno if he has anything to confess, only for Techno to punch him in the shoulder as you giggled

- Setting up a baby room would be both adorable and a disaster. Wilbur would have no clue what he’d be doing most of the time, but seeing him laughing and giggling as he smiled at his mistakes... your heart simply melted

- Him kissing your stomach. This is very important. Every chance he gets, he kisses your stomach. Without hesitation. Even if your not showing, he’ll still do it.

- Both of you going out on little shopping trips, picking out baby stuff.

“Y/N!! Look at this onesie! We have to get it, the baby will look even more adorable.” Wilbur giggled, as he put the article of clothing into the trolly. “Wilbur, sweetie, dont you think we already bought enough?” Y/N asked, smiling a contagious smile as they looked at they’re lover.

- Telling his fanbase was a tad bit interesting, it was during a Geoguesser stream, where you walked into the room, you were in your second trimester by now, so it was very obvious you were, indeed, pregnant.

- So when you walked in to get some laundry, obviously pregnant, and in view, his chat went CRAZY

‘WILBUR?? WILBUR???!!???’

‘Wilbur got something to fess up?’

‘The fangirls are quaking’

‘Hes got someone in his bed AND in his twitch chat pog’

‘POG?????’

‘Wilbur says hes a soft boy on the streets but a freak in the sheets-‘

- Wilbur just say there wide eyed, as he turned around and looked over at you. You were bending down to grab some clothes, unaware of the situation. He quickly sprung up though, grabbing the clothes out of your hands, quickly throwing them off the bed.

“Love!! I thought you said you were going to rest...” Wilbur mumbled, pulling you close, rocking both of your forms back and forth. “I did, Wilby, but work around the house needs to be done, for the baby-“ “No, you need to rest for the baby. The baby will not be happy if they’re beautiful parent is not getting the proper rest they need and deserve.” He said, looking at you with a pouty face. Y/N simply sighed then giggled, finally giving in.

“Oh also... wanna introduce the little one to chat..? They saw you two.” Wilbur asked, scratching the back of his neck, looking at his partner.

- Singing lullabies to the baby, even if its not born yet. He’ll lighty strum his guitar, humming a tune as you lay next to him, enjoying both’s presence

- Wilbur constantly holding onto you, ESPECIALLY in public. Someone will look at you the wrong way and all the sudden Wilbur is practically suffocating you, eyeing the person who dare look at you the wrong the way

- Making special lullabies for the baby once they’re born, he’ll sing them to both of you before bed, and it always lulls you to sleep

- Orca plushie, Orca plushie

- You know that man bought little beanies and sweaters. Sorry its canon.

- When the baby started to kick he legitimately cried. He was so happy, all he wanted was to hold his baby.

- A absolute mess when Y/N is delivering the baby, he’s just pacing around the waiting room as Phil is trying to calm him down.

- Him being a total man baby with Phil, just constantly like ‘daaaAAAAAAD’ ‘phiiiiil i miss Y/N’ ‘i want my babies where are my babies’

- once he gets into the dilivery he is literally just:

- i will make a part 2 of this if requested because i have IDEAS, HEAD FULL MANY THOUGHTS

a/n: i skipped my math class to finish this, so kinda pog. Anyways soft dad wilbur makes me soft, i have writers block atm and have no clue what im even doing half the time but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless :)

Also finally I uploaded I’ve been stressing for days ; - ;

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp x reader #dream smp imagine #dsmp fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur imagine #wilbur fanfiction #dreamer posts ♠️

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shinescape · 3 years

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Fansign Event

Idol San x Fem Reader

Requested!

tw: a bit angsty and a very small hint of suggestiveness hahaha.

note: this took me awhile but I do hope you like this anon! Enjoy <3

-San, I know you’re busy but can you help me pick an outfit?- You were pacing in your living room as you waited for him to reply. Seconds later, a new message appeared on your screen.

-I like the first one. Are you wearing this for tomorrow’s fansign? You’re coming right?-

You bit your bottom lip at his reply, hoping that he won’t be too mad at you. -I’m sorry San, but I have plans with my friend tomorrow. I don’t think I can go.-

It took him awhile to reply back and you couldn’t help feeling restless. Tired of pacing around, you sat down on the carpeted floor and leaned against the sofa. He’s definitely upset, you thought. Then, your phone chimed again. After reading his reply, you had come to a definite conclusion. Choi San was upset with you, really upset with you.

-Okay. Have fun-

The whole day your mind was filled with his last reply and how cold it felt. Every task you did, your mind would wander to what he was doing at the exact moment. You had your fair share of quarrels but they weren’t serious. It was either about a missing hoodie or who forgot to wish goodnight before sleeping.

This was another level and it’s eating you up. You made some ramen but your appetite was gone, the hot bowl decorating the dining table as you stared hard at your phone. Hoping that it would chime again, whatever the content was. A tired sighed escape your lips as you started to eat the already warm ramen and succumbed in your own guilt.

“I should not have done that. Now I feel so miserable.” You mumbled followed by another long sigh. A sudden ding was heard and you carefully looked at the sender. -Did you both fight again?- You didn’t know what reason to come up so you end up asking Hongjoong how San was doing at the moment.

-He’s not talking to anyone and was in his room all day.- Before you could finish up a reply he sent another text. -Both of you better make up. Okay?- You replied with an ‘okay’ and put your phone back on the table. This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this but it happened and you had to make things right before it gets worse.

The next day you woke up as usual even when you had trouble sleeping with thoughts of San being upset flooding your head. The effect he had on you was no joke and you realised how lucky you are. Choi San chose to be with you despite having thousands of fans who are trying to get his slightest attention.

You messed up your hair in frustration and went to get ready for the day. The outfit he chose yesterday was lying on the bed staring back at you. You shut your eyes, imagining his bright pink hair and smiling face. “I can do this!” You pumped both your fist mid-air, trying to be positive even when there’s still doubt everything would work out fine.

After getting ready and eating breakfast, you checked your phone and the number of notifications were crazy. There were numerous updates from his fansites.

They were already at the venue and some photos of him were uploaded on social media. You scrolled through the comments and found yourself slowly frowning.

‘Is he okay?’

‘I guess he’s tired from all their recent schedule.’

‘I hope they get a good rest after this event.’

Wow, it really felt like the world was against you right now. Shaking your head from all the negative thoughts, you went to wear your shoes before going out and claiming back your boyfriend’s heart.

To be honest, you were scared of meeting him in person at an official event with your current state. This was the first event you’ve ever attended since the previous ones either clashed with your schedule or like today, were scared to come.

The venue was medium sized but totally packed with fans. You weren’t good with crowds and the number of people attending made you nervous. It was obvious that your relationship was a secret, none of these people would know the cause of their favourite Choi San frowning was all thanks to your dumb self. So much for a surprise.

The event started with them greeting everyone and a bit of fan service here and there. You were watching at your seat, back of the hall with eyes fixated on one person. He was smiling but it never reached his eyes and laughter that sounded forced. He still interacted with the fans but you could tell he wasn’t himself. Then, it was time for the signing event to start. The staff ushered everyone to the side of the hall and made sure the line moved at a smooth pace.

You watched each member take their place at the table and it was really your luck that day. San was seated at the very end, playing with the marker in hand and looking at nothing in particular. It was as if he was trying to find you among the many attendants but that was what you wanted to think.

It felt like forever till it was your turn to walk up the stage and when you did, your hands turned sweaty and cold. Hongjoong saw you and had a smirk on his face, it’s like he’s about to welcome you to hell. You crouched down and watched him sign on your album.

“What a surprise to see you here.” You smiled at him not daring to utter a single word. As you were about to take the album away, he held on it tighter. “I better see him smiling again, you get me?” “Yes sir.” You pursed your lips and gave a flower to him.

“I know it's fake, just take it.” He shook his head and gave the album back to you. One down, six more to go before the real deal is right in front of you. At this point, you had a feeling all of them knew that something happened between the both of you. You wanted to wipe the smug looks on their faces so badly but came to your senses that it was an event. All of them got the fake flowers as well and the fact they shared knowing looks among themselves irked you. As if saying ‘look at her trying to win her boyfriend back by giving us this.’

As you moved from Wooyoung to San, your head was hung so low that he didn’t even notice it was you. Not until he asked for your name and you looked up that the look on his face was beyond shock. He leaned back a bit and narrowed his eyes at you. “San, I’m sorry about yesterday. Please don’t be mad.” Your fingers curled at the edge of the table as you leaned your head on the table trying to get a closer look at his face.

He quietly signed your album and wrote something on a small sticky note. He shut your album and passed it back to you. “Are you not going to say anything to me? This was supposed to be a surprise but I messed up. I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked with him and he shook his head. The fans would think he was acting cute or being playful when he’s actually upset. “Fine then. This is for you.” You stood up and placed the crown on his head.

“How come he gets a crown?!” Wooyoung said in disbelief as he pointed at San’s head. “He’s the King of my heart, that’s why.” San had to fight the urge to smile and instead pushed Wooyoung who pretended to barf at your confession. The fan in front of him even laughed at his actions. You gave one last look at him before going down to your seat. Somehow, you felt as if his eyes were following you.

Right after the event, you were still at the venue, scrolling through updates of the event. There was even a video of Wooyoung being dramatic about the crown you brought for San, and the comments seemed to be better than earlier.

Everyone was glad that he was smiling naturally and actually looked relaxed. You didn’t feel like going back yet and decided to search for that sticky note San placed in your album.

- I’m not going to hold back tonight -

Your eyes widen at the written words and swiftly shut the album back, looking around you just in case there were people nearby. With flushed cheeks, you placed the album back in your bag and started leaving the venue. Head filled with nothing but your boyfriend, Choi San.

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ryozoro · 3 years

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Hades Playlist - ii.

NOW PLAYING: Vampire [Dominic Fike]

cw; nothing really, very small mentions of manipulation and murder

an: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD , THINGS GOT BEHIND SCHEDULE :(

“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious, you might never come home.” – Jennette Winterson

She couldn’t get him off her mind; ever since she met him, all her thoughts have led back to the droopy eyes and the slick back hair that seemed a lot softer than what the gel presented it as. The whole idea of her thoughts tracing back to the eldest of the Haitani’s and her heart beats mimicking each time the octave of his voice dropped with every word he spoke to her, made yn almost forget all the rules her big brother placed when it comes to men.

Why does she yearn to be in the presence of someone who would not hesitate to take her life for a laugh amongst his gang? Why does she want to run into the back allies of each street in hopes of accidentally bumping into him? Why isn’t she able to use common sense and erase the memory of him out of her head? Why does she feel like fate has strung their paths together on purpose? Why – you know what? Maybe she latched onto Ran so fast in hopes of forgetting someone else that continued to plague her mind daily. Maybe she is becoming obsessed with idea of someone not seeing her as a kid. That has to be it, right? Ran, ‘Tani-Senpai,’ shares the same interest and even wants to talk to her later as if they have been old friends. That has to be it —

“Yn!” her brother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay, ya idiot?” She took note that everyone at the table was staring at her, waiting for her to answer Draken’s question. “You’ve been spacing out since we got here,” Draken frowned as he plucked a piece of food from her plate, “are you sure that nothing happened on your bike ride to the shop?”

“If you were riding to the shop, I would have gladly picked you up,” Inupi chimed in with a soft smile. “I told you to treat me like I’m another older brother.”

“Hm,” yn hummed while avoiding eye contact with the blonde man, “wanted to surprise my troll of a brother and I figured you were off because its Tuesday.”

“Ah,” Inupi gently laughed as he watched her play with her food, “you remembered my schedule?”

Of course, she remembered his schedule. Yn knew almost everything about him; from the origins of his beautiful burn mark to his favorite snack in the vending machine back at the shop, yn knew and fell in love with it all. Draken always teased her about being in love with Mikey or Hakkai since she always seemed relaxed around them, but little did he know that his little sister was in love with his best friend and business partner.

“I’m honestly shocked that you kept it the way you did,” yn side-eyed him as she raised the other hand to pick at the bandages that wrapped along the underside of her jaw, “but at the same time, I’m not that shocked considering old people love to stick to their schedules. Wouldn’t want you straining your back, Oji-chan.”

Inupi laughed – God, she loved that laugh - whole heartedly to the point he began choking on his food. Of course, sitting with their friends and family, Inupi’s contagious laugh spread amongst the others and the people around them either ignored it very well or gave them silent glares in hopes they would stop; surprise, they did not. Hell, if anything, it got worse – so much worse – to the point that Mikey, Takemichi, and Chifuyu all fell out of their chairs.

“I – what did I say that was so funny?” yn pouted as she fished her phone out of her pocket, “I just called him the old man he was.”

“That’s why, brat,” draken flicked her forehead and chuckled, “we had made a few bets on what you would say when Inupi had talked to you. Surprisingly, Mitsuya guessed you would have called him a grandpa.” Draken and the others proceeded to give Mana’s big brother 200 yen as they got up off the floor and calmed down.

“So, Yn,” Takemichi looked her in the eyes with a dopey flushed face.

“Watch it ‘ Mitchy,” Kazutora playfully warned, “don’t wanna embarrass the poor girl since she just got back.”

“What is it, crybaby,” she asked hesitantly as she scanned over his face, noting signs of mischief lurking in the corners of his smile. “It better not be something stupid, or else I’m telling Hina-san about what you did last time you came over to the shop.”

“Oi, you’re so mean – just like your brother,” Takemichi pouts and fans his hands towards you, “but it’s just a simple question, neh.”

Yn enjoyed Takemichi’s presence more than someone from an outside point of view would have thought. He always served as a hero in her eyes as he saved Mikey from the dark path he began to walk and how he constantly reminded her brother on how much his deceased lover, Sano Emma, watches over him and guides him to all the good things that happens in his life. He was an amazing guy and one that she wished had set her expectations for her taste in men, but her heart yearns for those who are completely out of her grasp.

“Just ask or else I’m calling Hina-san,” yn smirked as she brought her phone screen into view for Takemichi to see that “Hina-san <3” contact was pulled up and only one press away from being dialed.

“Oh, you bully!” Takemichi sighed dramatically, “I was just going to ask how long you have been into gilfs?” Draken choked on his drink and Pah-chin was patting his back in hopes of easing the rough coughs. Everyone at the table began to cause even more ruckus with tears of laughter as yn sat there dumbfounded.

“w-what,” she scratched her head and looked around the table in hopes of someone taking note of her clear ignorance at the word that Takemichi had claimed her to be attracted to. Since no one answered, she decided to speak on her own, “what the hell is a gilf?” Much to yn’s dismay, the table went silent for a brief second before bursting out into an even louder fit of laughter. “Well?! What the hell is it?”

“Yn, love,” Smiley spoke between hiccups and giggles, “it’s the same thing as a Dilf or Milf, but for old people.” After he finally finished his sentence, he leaned against his twin and laughed even harder.

“I-,” yn stood up and threw her dirtied napkin and spoon at the man who made the joke, “I’m not attracted to gilfs you fuckin idiot.” Yn moved behind Takemichi and put him in a headlock, “what made you even think to say that ya CD sellin’ pervert.”

“Oi,” Draken said from above her, ��let ‘Mitchy go or else I’m taking you back all the way to Fukurodani and asking them to volunteer you for the summer school tutoring.” Yn dropped her arms in defeat and made her way back to her seat. “And you,” Takemichi looked up at her brother with a teary-eyed smile, “go clean your hair up before your wedding. It’s in three days and anyone can tell you pick at your split ends during your down time at work.” Draken laughed as Takemichi’s expression turned into a pout and he began punching Draken’s solid abdomen.

“Oh,” Angry stood up abruptly, “yn, could I see ya outside really quick?” Despite his rough tone, everyone knew he was asking in the kindest way possible.

“Yeah, sure,” yn got up with a pout and made her way to the exit with Angry trailing her with a hand on her mid-back. She was confused as to why they went outside at such a fast pace, but she just assumed that Angry wanted peace and quiet away from the others. “So,” yn smiled at the younger twin, “what did you – why is your face angrier than usual?” She titled her head at the man but he was quick to grab her hand and guide her towards his bike.

“Hop on,” he straddled the seat and waited for her to do the same, “don’t worry, Draken texted me to take you back to me and Nahoya-nii’s shop. So… hurry up, please.” Souta stopped her right before she got on and placed a helmet on her head, “safety first because I’ll hurt you if you get hurt,” he said as he proceeded to adjust the straps enough to keep her safe and comfortable. “Get on, Princess,” he kicked up the kick stand and took off fast out the parking spot.

“So – uh,” yn spoke aloud as they arrived at a stop light, “why did nii-chan tell ya to take me to the shop… I wasn’t done eating.” She felt her stomach rumble and she pressed her cheek to Angry’s leather cladded shoulder blade and readjusted her grip on his waist as they began moving towards the backroads to get to the Kawata’s Ramen shop.

“I’ll make you a bowl when we get there,” he relaxed his upper body so yn wasn’t laying against hard muscles, “and we left because everyone kept staring at you.”

“Psh,” yn rolled her eyes, “they were staring because I am a strong, independent woman who managed to put a MAN in a headlock like a bad bi-.”

“Enough of your ‘bad bitch’ talk, I believe you, but I promise you that was not the reason.” Angry spoke through a breathy laugh, “the cook and the table in the corner was kept looking over you. Don’t you think it was weird how when they brought our orders out and Draken said your rice was missing an egg and the cook came out and apologized himself?”

Yn pondered on the question for a bit but then shook her head gently and nuzzled inbetween the center of Angrys’s back, “no, to be honest, I thought that the cook just hates when he messes up. It can’t be that deep, yanno? Oh! Maybe they mistook me as an idol?” She felts Angry’s laugh bubble from his chest to his shoulder blades; Souta’s laugh honestly made her feel like her jokes were genuinely funny to listen to.

“Hate to break it to you,” Angry brought the bike to a gentle stop as the arrived towards the ramen shop, “but you don’t present yourself as the ideal image of the idol you probably think you are.” Yn joined Souta in the small fits of laughter as she gently punched him in his side.

“Oh, shut up,” she let out a soft breath as she hopped off and carried the helmet with her as she made her way to the employee back door. “Open up, yeah? ‘M reeeeeally hungry.”

“Already ahead of you, ya dumb brat,” Angry bumped his hip gently against yn’s and unlocked the door and pushed her inside. They placed their helmets and jackets off in the staff room and made their way towards the kitchen where she sat at bar stools and Angry started up the stove to boil a few eggs and moved to chop up some green onions. “You want beef or chicken, idiot?”

“Sheesh, souta-kun, if ya wanted to marry me – just say that,” Yn teased as she propped her head onto her two hands, “your terms of endearment have been getting sweeter and sweeter by the minute~ but! I do want chicken please, been not feelin like eating cow and pigs lately.”

“Yer annoying,” angry threw a small, chopped onion at her, “in your dreams I’d marry you. Plus, I KNOW I’m not your type. You go for mechanics with burn marked boys that work with your brother -,”

“OKAY, NOT NEEDED,” Yn pressed her face to the counter, “asshole… He’s my type, but I’m not his. He’s like, Makima and I’m Denji… please tell me you understand that because it’s the best I got.”

“I understand it, and I just want to say that that is the most tragic thing I have heard from you in a while – oh, but back to the restaurant,” Angry said as he slid a small chocolate mochi from out the freezer and towards yn on a cute, small plate, “there was a customer who went into the back the second he heard that your order was wrong. I thought it was weird because what cook comes out that frightened when they get someone’s order wrong, but then your brother texted me saying that every man there had their eyes on you as if they were in charge of watching your every move. At first, Hakkai noticed some of the men sporting a ‘Bonten’ tattoo on their wrist, so we thought maybe they were after Mikey, but then Mitsuya texted us when he went to the bathroom that he heard some of the guys saying your name. Once that was said, Draken immediately told me to take you away from there… I do have a question for you though.” Angry began whipping up the ramen in the most tasteful way and side-eyeing the young ryuguji, “did you by chance get into it with a few Bonten member’s when you first got here? Is that why you’re all bandaged up?”

“Souta,” yn felt her heartbeat pick up but remained composed, “nothing happened with what ever ‘Bonten’ members… you know how weird some gangs are…”

“I trust you, brat,” Angry’s frown deepened once he noticed that the eggs were ready to be cut and the chicken was ready to be fried, “I just don’t want to lose another family member, okay? We babies have to stick together.” With that, he paid no mind to the situation, making a small mental note to tell Draken that one of the members there probably just thought yn was pretty. “Oh,” Souta looked back at yn, “one more thing.”

“Y-yeah, of course,” yn snapped her eyes to meet his gaze, nervous that he might have picked up on the fact that she lied about not coming into contact with any members when she first arrived, “what’s up stinky?”

“Just be careful,” Angry passed her a water bottle, “don’t trust anyone who isn’t in our toman family; especially not a Bonten member. He’ll take you in, manipulate you into believing you can’t live without him, and sell you off with no cares in the world. That is, if you’re lucky enough not to be killed in the middle of the street for entertainment.” Souta turned back around to finish up the ramen.

“Yeah,” yn felt a chill go down her back, “I’ll be careful… I promise.” She honestly didn’t know how to feel, after all, she just met with the man who presented her with an unrequited love, another man who made her heart yearn to lurk into the depths of the shadows, and someone whom she considered family just told her that one of those men would lead her onto a road of misfortune. Lost in her thoughts, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled on it and felt her stomach drop as she was greeted with two notifications.

Draken bacon >:D : You okay kid? We’re heading to the restaurant right now, ‘m sure nothing was wrong – just wanted ya to be safe. me and inupi there in a bit, the other boys are getting stuff together for our dinner tonight. don’t annoy angry too much <3

Tani-senpai <3: why did you leave so soon pretty girl? Didn’t mean to alarm you, but I sent your picture to quite a few of my juniors and underlings, delinquents if you will – just wanted them to know not to touch what isn’t theirs. N e Wayz, I have time now, do you want to call now?

Were the gods telling her to remember her caring brother’s rules on men or to listen to faint voice of curiosity that lingered in her young and ignorant mind?

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