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yunhonumeris1fane · 8 months

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Evening • JYH/OT8

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"Hanging out with the guys is never a good idea. Even if it's fun, something unfortunate is bound to happen"

Pairing - bf_yunho x reader, ot8

Genre - fluff

Warnings - none

You loved weekends, it was the only time of the week you could rot in bed and stay at home. But now that your social circle has added up to 7 friends and 1 special case, that you’re dating, there isn’t a thing called peace. You can’t just sit on the couch and do nothing, cause they always find something to bother you with.

“Y/n!” your name is called out by Jongho.

“Miss”

“What did you do?” You avert your gaze from the tv screen and notice Jongho, looking like a guilty little guy.

“How did you know?” He is taken aback. You already know so much about them, it’s not hard to predict them.

“Well…Ehm, Wooyoung broke your desk chair” Jongho spills the tea and is ready to be be scolded, but you keep your mouth shut.

“IT WASN’T ME, IT WAS JONGHO, HE’S LYING!!” Wooyung runs down the stairs in distress.

“No it wasn’t me!” Jongho fights him back and now you’re unsure of who’s to blame. Jongho is typically a self collected person, rarely breaking anything or causing too much chaos, on the other hand Wooyoung…

“Yes it was you!” Wooyoung acuses him, “Y/n, I was trying to fix the chair and Jognho ran away, he intended to make it like it was my fault” he turns to you, explaining every little detail.

“Did you fix it?” You inquire, as Wooyoung shakes his head.

“I wasn’t able to resuscitate the chair, it’s dead, I’m sorry, I did the best I could” Wooyoung pats your shoulder as you glare at Jongho, who quickly makes his way out of your sight, not wanting to be a dead meat.

“Okay. From now on, don’t go to my room anymore and don’t touch anything that is breakable”, You instruct him, walking over to the kitchen, where San, Mingi and Seonghwa are attempting to make dinner. It’s a bad combination, you don’t have high expectations, only hope that the kitchen doesn’t get destroyed.

“To us everything is breakable” Wooyoung comments and follows you around like a puppy.

“How are things here, I hope it’s better” You ask the guys, who are making tonkatsu over rice.

“Everything's good! It’s going to be delicious Y/n!” San exclaims, already drooling seeing the tonkatsu frying in the pan.

“At least one good thing” You sit down behind the kitchen island and wait patiently for the guys to finish cooking. When the pork cutlet is done, Mingi cuts it into bite size pieces, stabs it with a fork and brings it to your mouth. “It’s good, wow” you chew on it, humming in delight as Mingi’s face instantly lights up, happy that the food is actually more than edible.

When he goes back to cooking, you watch them talking to each other while preparing the dinner. It’s nice having people cooking for you, as you rarely had anyone to do that for you, instead it was always you doing it. It’s also fun seeing them looking so girlypop, cooking in a pink kitchen apron. What a sight.

Once they finish with the main dishes, they start preparing the side dishes. You get bored of sitting around, so you make your way upstairs to your room, to see the damage. The chair is not even near to fixable, the seat and the support is completely broken in half, the only thing you can do about it is buy a new chair. As you put the broken parts away in the corner of the room, you hear banging and yelling coming from the bathroom, that’s right in front of your room. It’s Mingi.

“Are you okay?” You get closer to the door, making sure he’s not dying or something

“I’m stuck Y/n, help, I can’t open the door!” He shouts, panicking.

“Have your tried unlocking it?” You suggest, but he takes it as a sarastic remark.

“I’m not that stupid”

“Okay, step away from the door” You inform him and immediately get to action, kicking the door a couple of times, you twist the handle and bam! it opens.

“Waaa, you should get a new door” Mingi walks out of the room, pointing out your poor quality house items.

“It’s expensive, why buy it when you kick it a couple of times and it’s back to normal” You reason with him as he stares at you in disbelief.

“It scares your guests, Yeosang was stuck in the bathroom last week too”

“Too bad. Let’s head downstairs, Yunho and the others gonna be here soon” You suggest, as you head towards the stairs.

“I can’t believe this” He murmurs, as you turn to him.

“what”

“Before you, he used to text me first, now he’s replacing me with you” He pouts, making you let out a soft laugh.

“He’s not”

“He is” he disagrees.

“He still talks about you”

“Reaallyy?” Mingi tilts his head as his eyes soften for a moment, “I bet if we were drowning together, he would save you”

“Why would we be drowning” You inquire, finding his words ridiculous.

“In tears of sadness”

“Who’s tears?” You're puzzled, not catching on.

“In my tears of sadness” He mumbles, ready to walk down the stairs.

“Why would you- AH!” Your question is quickly interrupted by Mingi missing a step and tripping down the stairs. But he’s not selfish, he takes you together with him, as your ankle twists and your butt meets the stairs. And here you are, together with Mingi, falling down the stairs, ever so ungracefully. The thunder-like sound attracting curious visitors in your house. What a great evening.

“what the-'' Seonghwa's mouth drops open, seeing you both sprawled over the floor. Mingi’s grabbing his back, hissing in pain as you’re holding onto your ankle. They show no mercy, everyone except Seonghwa fall to the ground, unable to hold in their laughter.

“Yah, why did you drag me down! Is this a part of your revenge plan?” You punch Mingi in his arm, who is quick to ditch the accusations. He doesn’t say anything, still on the floor, his upper body resting against the wall uncomfortably. You frown at him, still laying on the floor, your head on the first step of the stairs.

And if it isn’t awkward enough, the rest of the rest of the boys enter the house, shocked by the view in front of them.

“What happened here?” Hoonjoong approaches the crime scene with his hand over his mouth and eyes wide open.

“You two okay?” Yunho bends down to check on you and Mingi.

“Can’t feel my butt” Mingi whines, rubbing his hands over his back, to soothe the pain.

“Are you okay?” Yunho places his hand on your calf as you sit up.

“I’m fine, let’s go eat” You push him away and grab the staircase for support, trying to stand up, but the sharp pain in your ankle instantly hits you, making you shiver.

“Your ankle doesn’t look good, you sure you okay?” Seonghwa takes a closer peek at your ankle, it’s bruised.

“It’s hurts but it’s fine”

“Go to your room and rest, we’ll bring the dinner to you” Seonghwa assures you “take her to her room ‘kay?” Seonghwa speaks to Yunho who nods and wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and heading upstairs.

“I could have walked to my room myself” You protest, but he doesn’t listen, continuing his way over to your room, with you safe in his arms

“What about me?” Mingi inquires, hands raised like a toddler's, wanting to be picked up.

“Go help Yeosang and Hoongjoong set up the table” Seonghwa pats him on his head and returns to the kitchen.

“What happened to the chair?” Yunho asks, as he lays you down on the bed, covering your body with a fluffy blanket.

“Jongho broke it, I don’t even know how” You explain, a nervous laughter escapes through his lips.

“I’m sorry, I’ll buy a new one, as a compensation” Yunho offers, but you shake your head in disapproval.

“Jongho broke it, Jongho buy it!”

“If you say so” He smiles, as he takes your hand, his thumb drawing circles on your palm, “do you need painkillers?” He asks, noticing the tight grip of your hand.

“I’ll be fine”

“The food is here!” Seonghwa walks into the room, holding a plate in one hand, cutlery in another. He places the plate on the nightstand, “Eat up”

“Thanks” You smile at him and he leaves to join the rest of the guys in the dining room, leaving you and Yunho in your room.

“Let’s eat and then you take a nap” Yunho says, cutting the tonkatsu and guiding it to your mouth. In less than 10 minutes the plate is almost clean, the last spoon of rice is left, but you’re too stuffed.

“I’m so full” You whine, as Yunho places his index finger on your chin and manually opens your mouth to stuff the final spoon of rice.

“That’s it” He glances at you frowning while chewing the last bits of the meal, “I’ll go eat now, I’ll check up on you later okay?” with that he takes the dishes in one hand and while other one runs through your hair, agressively, yet lovingly messing up your hair.

“Mhm” You hum and watch him leave the room.

Now that you’re alone, you sigh, the ankle pain and the full stomach is making you really uncomfortable. You straighten out the pillow and lay on your side, closing your eyes, trying to fall asleep at least for a little bit.

About an hour passes by and the guys are all gathered in your room. The noisiness coming from them wakes you up from your nap. Once you’re conscious, you feel like the pain in your ankle has gotten worse.

“I think you should get it checked out by a doctor. It might be broken or something” Hoongjoong suggests, looking at your ankle, the discoloration is even more visible now.

“Yah, Mingi you broke her leg” Wooyoung points out, giving Mingi a judging look.

“Jongho's out of cast, but Y/n is now in one" Seonghwa observes the situation, standing by the bed, hands crossed over his chest.

"Dont be dramatic, I'm not in one yet" You scoff at Seonghwa’s assumptions.

"I'm sorry Y/n" Mingi steps forward, apologizing to you. He really looks sad, you want to hug him.

"It's okay, even if it wasn't you, I would have tripped over something anyways. Born clumsy always clumsy" You try to cheer him up, but he still is worried, “It’s okay Mingi” You assure him,

“I’ll take her to E.R” Yunho speaks up, lifting himself off the bed as the others agree.

“I don’t need the hospital” You block his arms that are reaching out for you.

“Then you want your leg amputated?” Seonghwa asks in a firm tone.

You don’t say a single word and give up fighting, as you find yourself in Yunho's arms once again.

After a long hour in the waiting room of the hospital, you’re told the exact thing Seonghwa said earlier, “You will need a cast”.

"But it's not that bad, it doesn't even hurt thay bad" You try to reason with the doctor.

"Miss, if you don't wear the cast, your bones will heal incoretly, leading to even more issues in the future" the doctor calmly explains the situation.

"It's okay, it's only for a couple weeks, it will fine" Yunho assures you as you nod and the doctor together with the nurse proceed with the treatment.

And once you're back home, you're attacked by the guys, questioning you about everything, not leaving you alone.

"Aww, how are you feeling, does it hurt a lot?" San gently pats your shoulder, as he questions you.

"Told ya" Seonghwa and Yeosang high five each other, as they were the only ones that knew for sure you'd get a cast.

"Is there anything you need, ask me anything If you need anything" Mingi clings to you, feeling guilty about everything that's happened.

"Please, give me some space out here" You lift one crutch in the air, as the guys immediately move away, "I would like to go to sleep"

"We'll help you" Mingi and San push Yunho away from you and together help you go upstairs to your room. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho following the three of you as well.

"They just stole your girl" Yeosang glances at Yunho, who is baffled.

"They did..."

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A/n A little drabble based on my recent dream. Also the pic doesn't fot the vibe of the story, but he is just a fine azz man ^~^

#ateez #ateez x reader #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho x reader #hoongjoong #seonghwa x reader #yeosang x reader #wooyoung x reader #san x reader #jongho x reader #mingi x reader

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darlings-starlights · 10 months

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Hello ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Can you make a one-shot with rise Leo x reader where Leo has a crush on the reader and one day maybe the reader ask if he wants to make out and he says sure XD an then when is over Leo confess his fillings? (Reader can be fem or gn :)

Authors note: Hi there little star! ^^ absolutely I can! Sorry if this is cheesy or cringy T vT

Rise Leo x GN

Tw: none

Readers pov

I was on my way to the sewers to see the turtle brothers like I did every Friday because it was a nice break from school and home life. Plus it’s always nice to have a place to just goof around with or just watch a movie or something with. “Hey [Name]!” Leo yelled as he saw me walk into the lair “Leo!, Hey what’s up?”

Leo’s pov

I saw [name] walked into the lair “Hey [Name]!” “Leo!, Hey what’s up” I walked up to [Name] and gave them a hug. “How was has your day been Leo?” I dramatically sighed “[Name] you wouldn’t ever believe how boring it waaas! Without you here.” I said with a slight wink flirting with [Name] like I had been since I developed a crush on them about 6 months ago. I was just to scared to tell them yet, why would a human want to date a turtle when they could date a human? “Leoooo” [Name pulled me out of my thoughts “Sorry what’s up [Name]!” I said in confidence, “Do you wanna go hang out in your room?” [Name’s] request took me a bit off guard “S-sure! Why not [Name]!” When we got to my room we sat on my bed [Name] and I listened to music for a little while but after one song [Name] looked at me and asked blatantly “Do you wanna make out Leo?” I looked at them and was screaming on the inside but I quickly responded with “Sure!” [Name] smiled and kissed me, I kissed back and it quickly became heated and became a make out session. I moved my hands into [Name’s] hair and their hands cupped my face, after a few minutes we both needed to breath I looked into [Name’s] eyes “[Name] I have liked you for a long time and I would really like to be your boyfriend…If you’d let me that is.” [Name] look at me and smiled “Leo I would love to be your partner!” Then they kissed me again I smiled happily into the kiss and for the rest of the night we cuddled and watched Jupiter Jim movies. “I love you [Name]” [Name] smiled, kissed my cheek and said “I love you to Leo.”

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redlibra14-2 · 20 days

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To Scarlxrdgxkillyourself24 aka Ann,

I am sick of your online behavior with fellow FD fans and the way you joke about topics that no kid your age should be joking about (like sex, drugs, and violence). I am additionally sick of seeing you attempt to shove your opinion down everyone's throat. And when they don't partake in your love for Hunt (who btw after doing a bit of research on him, is a womanizer and while we may have seen him have sex once, let's not forget all the sexual remarks he made in the film, as well as his obnoxious behavior, your version seems to be a fabrication of your own delusions that seem to refuse to acknowledge canonicity and ai further supported it by crafting an imaginative narrative about how you're in a relationship with a FICTIONAL FUCKING CHARACTER), you just blow up in their face and cry about how no one validates it, how no one is letting you have your own opinion, waaa waaa waaa.

Well, they sure as shit won't validate it if you keep up this abhorent behavior. You admitted to me that you have self-control issues yourself and would justify that you have to argue for your opinion with others. You even made up a dumb life hack about and involving it in one of your posts. I tried to be nice to you because I felt bad, while you in turn, viewed me, an absolute stranger who you never even met in person as a friend. You made up a dumb delusion about how I look like Alex and Nick when I have never ever posted an irl pic of me and what I look like (and trust me, I am the most ugliest, foul, and verile creature you would have ever seen in your life irl, Medusa ain't got nothing on me) on here.

I tried to help you as best as I could by giving advice you never followed, because as I looked away from the computer for a short while or turned off tumblr for a bit to relax, and then come back to it later, only to find you blowing up my dms and yelling at me as though I was just another person you hated and got into a spat with, just like this "he/she/him/her/they/them" people you never named to me properly that you kept droning on and on about when I had told you to cut that shit out. REPEATEDLY. Oh! And did I mention how you often talked to me about wanting to murder your detractors? You tried to say sorry, but with how often this happened, I doubt any of your apologies were genuine. You also made it seem like I was not like anyone else despite how I had been just as critical at your response to my joke about Hunt being a himbo in your post. You even said I love you to a complete stranger, me, who you, need I stress this again, don't know and have never met in person. And yet naively, rather than blocking you as soon as I saw just how unreasonable you were being about a harmless joke at first sight, I kept you around because I felt bad for you, I gave you the benefit of the doubt. But now I see based on how you're acting on here with others and in your posts, just how much that was a bad idea.

I meant what I said when I said that you should not be joking about such dark topics as a child of your age. Especially alcohol consumption, because since you live in Russia, and I'm pretty sure the legal drinking age in your country is 18 and as a 16 year old currently, like you have told me, you could get penalized for this. And if that's the case, then shouldn't you be dealing with having to pay a fine of some kind at a high price, having to do community service, or even possibly having to compulsary attend an education program where they have to re-educate you on why *clap* drinking *clap* alcohol *clap* is *clap* bad *clap* for *clap* kids *clap* your *clap* age. Come to think of it, the people, whether it's those so-called "friends" you told me about that you hang around with or not, should be penalized as well for giving you the alcohol as well. If your parents are being cruel and uncaring to you, in the way in which you claim, then they should also be doubly, if not triply penalized for this.

Speaking of which, contrary to what I just said and this might be probably one of the biggest hot and also worst takes I ever had, I genuinely don't believe that they are being that abusive to you and that it very well could be an exaggeration made up by you. Why? I've never met your parents, I don't know what they're like. All what you told me about them are just allegations and I reserve the right to take it with a grain of salt. For all I know, they could be decent people who were trying to help you move forward in life, but you so selfishly and cruelly pushed them away for selfish reasons. They probably must have thought it was weird that you would choose A FUCKING FICTIONAL CHARACTER over a real person to be in love with, just like how the rest of us on tumblr in the FD community think. If this is all the case, then good luck trying to justify that to your monster of a president, if and when he finds out. But if there's anymore evidence proving me wrong on this, then I'll gladly take the L and will retract what I just said.

I may have been a friend to you in your deluded mind, but you were never a friend to me, as I only knew you for only a small handful of days. I don't know how you would define a friend, but I define a friend as someone you're very close with and have known for a very long time, to the point of them being sibling-figures to each other. We were never close, don't act like we ever were that close. I never asked to be your surrogate parent you confide in, I never asked to be the babysitter to a wild animal on crack (in other words, the irl equivalent to the monster from the Basketcase trilogy).

I thought you were a lost kid, a helpless victim to circumstance. But it seems that you're nothing more than a pathological liar who does what she does for attention. The worse the exaggeration of how bad your situation is, the more attention, now isn't that right? I'm done with pitying you, I'm done with being nice to you, I'm done with being Ms. Nice and Friendly Woman to you. She left the building forever ago. Ms. Roaster on the other hand, is in the house.

You look like every person on Tiktok who has ever self-diagnosed themselves and actually believes it instead of consulting a professional about it.

You look like Dominic Schmidt's long lost twin sister.

You're not like Carter Horton, you're worse than him. In fact, you make everyone, including him, say that you're the dick. No not even a dick, just a straight up twisted and demented fucking monster.

You look like the kind of girl Hunt would have a fling with and then leave without another word after. Which I guess is exactly what would happen if Hunt were real.

Nick Zano (Hunt's actor) would probably find you creepy and try to avoid you. I wouldn't blame him if he did.

Your so-called "jokes" aren't jokes, they're red flags and not funny ones either.

I don't know what you were expecting when you tried to pull a typical weeabo-adjacent move on everyone, but you failed regardless.

You look like if Chris Chan aspired to be an even more butch lesbian and failed harder when you cosplay as Hunt.

Ann's version of Hunt =X= Canon!Hunt

Ann's version of Carter =X= Canon!Carter

Ann's version of Alex =X= Canon!Alex

Ann's version of Nick =X= Canon!Nick

I see that you have a lot in common with the stans of other communities.

I would call you a lolcow or a horrorcow but you're not that widely known like you like to hype yourself up so high enough to be.

Enough about that, to end this all off, everyone is allowed to have a favorite in the FD community, everyone is allowed to have an opinion and most, if not all, are valid, unless proven otherwise. Even you. But at the end of the day, it all depends on how you go about sharing said opinion, and the way you went about it, was that you simply shoved it down everyone's throats and tried to make everyone gag on it with delight, which is wrong on so many different levels. But if you had just made the smart move to ignore and block it and move on with your day, instead of getting into flame wars with people, we would have had just a tiny shredded ounce of respect for you.

Also, if your parents are as abusive as you say they are, then report it to your country's CPS, report it to the authorities instead of blabbing about it on here. Don't do self-inserts, for they are the gateway for being bullied online, especially on here. Now, there is nothing wrong imo with drawing some level of inspiarion and putting tiny tidbits of and about yourself in a character, but it'll only get overcooked if you put too much and that would only be the case if it were an AU or a headcanon, neither of which I would count how you seem to keep on denying how canonically Hunt is a womanizing himbo as.

And if you can't handle the fact that not everyone likes or agrees with it, well then too fucking bad, kid. You should just pack up your shit and gtfo Tumblr. Kids like you at your age shouldn't be on here. Go back to school and do something with your life for once. Because you just made discussions about the 4th film and anything to do with it a thousand times awkward, worse, and toxic than it usually is or needed to to be.

For fuck's sake, stop talking about your supposedly bad life story, your equally cringeworthy "love story" between you and Hunt, stop taking drugs and consuming alcohol, eat healthy, sleep better, go offline, get away from the computer, and go outside to touch grass.

I never wanted anything to do with this drama, yet you pulled a Charybdis out of your ass and dragged me, a stranger, in anyway, just as you did for everyone else you bickered with. Fuck you. I never ever want to see or hear anything from your Hunt Wynorski loving ass ever again when I look in the Final Destination tag. You pathological, lying, scummy, bitchy stan. You deserve judgement on your behavior more than on your dogwater opinion.

As for everyone else reading this, it's not worth it when it comes to reasoning and trying to talk civily with this person. Let's all just collectively block her and move on away from this dramatic and unfortunately tragic and toxic chapter.

And Ann, if you're still reading this, don't even bother blocking me, because by the time you finish reading this, I'm already in the process of blocking you in retaliation.

(Gods, how I hate stans >:( !!!)

(Gods help us all TT_TT)

EDIT: I managed to find some helpful helplines in her home country off of Wikipedia. I wish I could do more, but since I don't know Russian and don't have the time to waste money on phone cards to be able to reach these help lines, maybe one of you guys living in the same country can do it. I additionally also don't know her full name or where specifically does she live in Russia.:

112 is the national emergency number in Russia.

051 (or 8495051) is a 24-hour emergency number for Moscow residents

Samaritans (Cherepovets) 9am-9pm: 007 (8202) 577–577

Suicide helpline: Call (495) 625 3101

EMERCOM Psychological Service (https://psi.mchs.gov.ru/): +7 (495) 989–50–50 (Source: Wikipedia)

#final destination #serious situation about stans #especially in the fd community #block this bully #Scarlxrdgxkillyourself24 #I bet her mom drank while pregnant w/ her and thought nothing would happen #which would explain a lot #please send this to the Russian authorities if you live in the same country as her #I forgot to add that she has more in common with psychopaths #I hope that if you ever attempt to actually cause harm/kill anyone that you fail get caught and get thrown into a jail cell where you belon

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adventuretolkienlover · 1 year

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BLOOD BROTHERS (An Alchemy Bros Fic)

It's here! Woo hoo! Sorry about the delay. I hope it was worth the wait!

Summary: Hugo cuts his hand in combat with some criminals. While heading home to fix the wound, Varian suddenly recalls a story the Quirin told him about his days in the Brotherhood. And gets an idea to make their bond as brothers even stronger. (Please don't tag as Varigo! They have a platonic relationship in this AU. Thank you so much!)

Trigger Warnings: Blood (That one's kinda obvious.😂), Injury, Violence (As in Fight Scene violence)

(ATTENTION: The whole blood brothers thing has been medically shown to be a BAD IDEA! However, they didn't know this back then. Also cartoon characters can't get blood disease unless you want them to. So kids, don't try this at home!)

Foot fall echoed through the dark woods as a group of rough looking thieves chased their victim in the night. The full moon and a lantern carried by one of the thieves were the only source of light. "Come on! He went this way!" one of them shouted! A small male figure dodged the trees, trying to evade his pursuers. He looked behind himself and saw the thieves gaining on him. He hid behind a tree and pushed a branch back. Then let go to whack one of the thieves in the face! He darted away before the man could grab him and scrambled into a wall of bushes! The rest approached! "He went in there!" said the one carrying a lantern. They shoved through the bushes and into a clearing. They stood there panting, trying to catch their breath. The man they were chasing had seemingly disappeared. "Where'd that little guy go?" one of them yelled. Suddenly the clearing filled with an eerie purple fog!

"What the devil?!" shouted one of the men! Suddenly, clearing exploded with light and smoke! The men fell backwards in surprise! The lantern smashed on the ground and the only thing visible was a looming figure that rose from the smoke! He was silhouetted in the moonlight. A terrifying mask with glowing eyes covered his face! "LEAVE OR DIE SCOUNDRELS!" he shouted!

The thieves screamed and they scrambled to their feet. Quickly they turned tail! The mysterious man threw two purple orbs in their direction! Two of them were immediately caught in a gooey purple substance. "Quick! Let's get out of here!" said another thief! The remaining thieves quickly ran away.

"Wow!" said the mysterious man. "That actually WAAA-" The man tripped. He stood up and lifted the mask off his face. It was Varian! "Hey, it's just you!" shouted one of the trapped thieves angrily! "When I get out of here-"

"Yeah, but your not." said Varian cockily. "Only I have the compound to dissolve that goo. And I'm not going to be doing that!" Suddenly the nearby sound of clashing blades and a struggle caught his attention. "Hugo!" exclaimed Varian is fright! "He's in trouble!"

One of the thieves chuckled. "Sounds like the boss is giving him a hard time!" he laughed. "Oh no!" thought Varian. "I have to help him!" Varian charged in the direction of the fight.

"You gonna get killed kid! Not that I care." The two thieves laughed at the cruel joke. Suddenly the sound of an owl hooting filled the air. The two screamed and hugged each other in fright.

"How long do you think he's gonna leave us here?!"

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Hugo meanwhile was locked in combat with the thieves' leader! "I got you now Blondie!" the man yelled as he locked blades with Hugo again! "Not a chance!" yelled back Hugo as he dodged another attack! Suddenly the thief struck Hugo's sword and sent it flying. It lodged itself into a tree branch above them. "Now I got you." he taunted. Hugo grinned at him smugly and quickly scaled up the tree and grabbed his blade. The thief waited patiently under the tree for him.

"Come on out Hugo! I don't got all day!"

"SURPRISE!" yelled Hugo! As he swung down from the branches and sent a flying kick to his attacker's stomach! "ARRRRG!" yelled the thief as he went flying back into the bushes! And right into Varian! Hugo's eyes widened shock! "Uh oh! I made it worse!" he thought!

"Sorry Varian!" he shouted!

Varian groaned and stood up dazed. He gasped as he was met with knife blade pointed at his chest! "Well well well." chuckled the man. "If it isn't your little buddy."

"Hey!"

The thief turned a around. Hugo punched the man away from Varian! The thief stumbled back in shock!

"Stay away from my little brother!"

"Oh, you two are gonna get it now!" The thief made a swipe at Varian with the knife! Varian froze! Hugo pushed Varian out of the way! Varian fell to the ground with a thud! Suddenly Hugo let out a yelp of pain!

"Hugo!"

Varian sat quickly up expecting to see the worse! Luckily Hugo was okay, but he was lying on the ground and had a bad cut on his hand from where the knife blade caught him! The man was standing over him!

"So brave of you to protect your friend. Too bad it will be your LAST time." said the man as he raised the blade.

"Leave him alone!" yelled Varian! He charged at the larger man and pushed him away from Hugo! The man tripped backwards, his back slamming into a tree trunk! Varian stumbled back in surprise of his suddenly burst of strength! In a moment of quick thinking, he threw one of his goo bombs at him, effectively gluing the man to the tree! The thief growled. "Get me out of this infernal-"

"Save your breath jerk." said Hugo as he stood up. "You'll be going to a nice safe jail cell when we come back with the guards. And probably the rest of your friends as well." The thief snarled, but he knew when he was beat. "Nice job little bro." said Hugo and he ruffled Varians hair. Varian laughed and pushed his hand away. "Thanks." he replied. "How your hand?" he said worriedly while looking at the bleeding injury on Hugo's palm.

Hugo looked at it and winced. He noticed Varian looking him with his wide anxious eyes. Hugo tried to put on a calm demeanor. "Eh, it fine. I've had worse, right?" Hugo wrapped his scarf around the cut and patted Varian on the back with his good hand. "Let's go home, huh?"

Varian smiled, but he was still worried. "Yeah, Dad will want to hear about this."

"Hey! What about me?!" the thief complained.

"You will be staying there until we can get the royal guard to come get you and your pals. Don't worry, we shan't be long." mocked Hugo. "Asta la Vista!" he said. And with a graceful turn around, a flourishing wave of his hand, and a smug grin on his face, him and Varian began walking away into the woods! Hugo and Varian could hear the disgruntled thief yelling all sorts of curses after them as they walked off. The two boys snickered at their cleverness.

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As Varian and Hugo walked in the path that led home, they could see the lights of the farm shining in the distance. By now, they had quieted down a bit and we're enjoying the walk home. Varian was still worried about Hugo's hand. He didn't want it to get infected. "Are you sure your hand is okay?" he questioned. "I'm fine Var. Really!" said Hugo with a smile. Varian wasn't completely convinced, but Hugo seemed fine. So he let himself relax a bit.

"Thanks for saving me from that guy bro." said Varian. "I should thank you!" replied Hugo. "He would've taken me out if you hadn't body checked him like that! How you had enough weight to throw that guy, I'll never know!"

Varian laughed. "I don't know what came over me."

"I'm just happy it did." said Hugo as he put his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. Varian looked up at Hugo and smiled. He was best friend he could've asked for. Varian looked up at the full moon. His mind began to wander to the tales his father told him about his days in the brotherhood. Quirin and Hector had been ambushed by the enemy just like Varian and Hugo had. It was back in the days that the two knights had just begun their training. They were young men just like Varian and Hugo...

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Quirin and Hector had become good friends and weren't about to let anything bad happen to each other. They fought furiously and managed to make most their attackers retreat. But a sudden strike of a blade and one of the enemy had managed to get Quirin's weapon away from him and knocked him to the ground. But before he could do any harm to the knight, Hector got in front of him and took to blow instead. He sustained bad wounds, but with the enemy distracted, Quirin was able to get to his feet and stop him.

Later, back at the Brotherhood's base, Quirin found Hector and thanked him for his help. Upon noticing they both had a sizable cut on their hands, they made an important decision. They decide to make their bond as brothers official. They would be come blood brothers. They swore to protect and care for one another. And when one fell, the other would come running. They would share in all of life tears, blood, pain, and joy as long as they could. They shook hands, the blood on them mixing, making their bond official. From that point on, they were connected for life. A bond unbreakable and unchanging...

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Varian shook himself from his thoughts and looked over to his brother. Hugo. The friend that had been by his side though all his most dangerous adventures. The friend that he shared his tears with and connected with in sorrow. The one to take to hits when he didn't have the strength. He'd always been there. His brother and the greatest friend he'd could ever have. At that moment, Varian made a decision of his own. Varian took his dagger from his belt and took a deep breath. Hugo suddenly noticed what Varian was doing.

"Var? What are you-"

Varian shut his eyes and with a quick motion, made a small swift cut across his palm. Hugo nearly had a heartattack!

"VARIAN!"

He ran to Varian's side. "Why did you-"

"Hugo, wait." said Varian, as his reached out with his other hand to grab Hugo's shoulder in a reassuring gesture. Varian looked down at his palm and winced at the sight of the blood, but then reached out his hand to Hugo.

"Hugo? I promise to always be there for you, no matter what happens. Do you promise to always be there for me?"

"Huh? Well, yes."

"And I promise that when things seem completely and absolutely hopeless, I'll help you get through it all. Do you too?

"Yes."

"And do you promise that no matter what happens, that you'll always be my brother?"

"Of course."

"Do you swear it?"

"I swear it."

"Good! Me too! Ready?"

Hugo smiled and unwound the the scarf from his hand.

"Ready"

Varian and Hugo shook hands, their respective wounds touching, and their blood mixed. It hurt, when their wounds touched, but at the same time, it felt comforting. And empowering at the same time. Like through their pain, they had somehow become a more powerful force then ever before.

They let go and stared at each other. Varian laughed a little. Hugo soon joined him in his laughter. "Wow. That got dramatic. Didn't it Hugo?" said Varian.

"Yeah. But it felt good too. You know?" said Hugo.

Varian paused for a second. Then suddenly leaped forward and hugged Hugo. Hugo was a little shocked by the sudden affection, but enthusiastically returned the hug. Varian was practically lifted off the ground by Hugo's hug!

"I love you Hugo." said Varian.

"I love you too little brother. Always and forever."

After Hugo finally Varian down, the two boys continued their way home. The comforting light of home and family shining only a distance away. Both Varian and Hugo knew that they would never feel alone again. They were true brothers now. And no one on earth could take that away.

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The End

Notes: I hope y'all enjoyed that! It was so much fun to try writing a more emotional scenes. I hope I did good. I was worried it came out a bit cheesey. But I tried! I'm better at comedic scenes I guess. This fic is actually based on something from a movie I watched not that long ago. DreamWorks Puss in Boots is one of my favorite movies. The part were Humpty Dumpty and Puss do the blood brothers ceremony in Puss's childhood flashback inspired this fic. It's such a good movie. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. So that's all for now! Have a great night/day all! And God Bless!

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New Rules Ch. 12

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Word spreads fast. It seems like no matter where you turn on campus, you see smirking faces and people whispering under their breath while pointing in your direction. As if it wasn't bad enough being the Ice Queen bitch, now you're the delusional bitch who actually thought she had a chance with Jeon Jungkook and threw a hysterical fit about it in front of his entire frat. Embarrassing does not even begin to describe it. It was bad enough when Jungkook rejected you to your face. But now the whole school knows about it… and you can't even show your face in public.

You contemplate dropping out of school, with only a year left, for a period of time. The only thing that keeps you from fleeing for a hermit life is the support of your girlfriends.

Mijoo is the first one who finds out. You had been dreading her reaction the most. She had been encouraging you to pursue Jungkook since day one, and was adamantly convinced that he actually liked you… You don't know how you can show your face in front of your best friend. Scorn is bad enough; you wouldn't be able to survive her pity.

You should've known her better than that. Once again, Mijoo proves why she's the one person you love most in the world.

The day after your dramatic scene at the frat house, word spreads like wildfire around campus. Hell, the very next morning, the entire sorority is aware of your embarrassing meltdown. And Mijoo is no exception. So you dash out first thing in the morning before she wakes, then hole up in the library all day. But with finals over, the library closes early. And you're forced to retreat back to the sorority house, your tail between your legs, hours earlier than you'd like. And this time, there's no way to avoid your roommate.

As anticipated, Mijoo is in your shared room, clearly waiting for you by the time you finally drag yourself in. Your eyes meet when you shut the door behind you, and neither of you know what to say for a moment.

The awkwardness is suffocating, so you try to break the tension with a laugh, "Haha, so I guess you've heard about the news?" you ask, sheepishly rubbing at the back of your head.

Mijoo doesn't say anything in return, but a single nod confirms your suspicions.

You resist the urge to cringe and double your efforts to keep up a nonchalant façade. You can't let her know how much this has affected you. Her sympathy would crush you. So you offer her a playful roll of your eyes, "Silly, isn't it? Oh well. Glad that's over and done with! Phew!"

But of course, your best friend can see through your act at once. Her face crumples and suddenly she's rushing towards you with outstretched arms, "Oh, ___," she sighs your name.

You wince when she hugs you tightly to her chest, suffocating you with her love. You really can't endure this. Anything but her pity. Oh god. This is the worst. You've never felt so small and idiotic. If you could have one wish, you'd have the ground open up to swallow you whole and—

"I'm proud of you."

Mijoo's unexpected words cut through the panicked frenzy of your brain like a cold knife.

You blink hazily, "Wh-what?"

She pulls back to gingerly cup your face with the utmost care, "I'm proud of you, ___," she repeats in a soft voice. "It can't have been easy confessing your feelings like that. And standing up for what you believed in. You are so strong, ___. And I admire you."

This is not what you had been expecting whatsoever. And all at once, your feelings of dread melt away, swallowed by a tide of affection. "M-mijoo," you whisper, voice choked with something dangerously close to tears. "Oh god, Mijoo." And with that, the floodgate of emotions bursts and you throw your arms around her, clinging on for dear life.

"Thank you," you breathe into the warmth of her embrace.

You can feel her smile against the crook of your neck, "___, you are a strong, independent, fierce goddess. Do you hear me? Any man who can't see that doesn't deserve you."

Tears fill your eyes, no matter how you try to blink them back, "It's me who doesn't deserve you."

Mijoo laughs softly as you tighten your grip on her hard enough to squeeze the air from her lungs, "I love you, ___."

"Good. Because that's all I need."

And when you finally let her go from your crushing hug to look her in the eye, Mijoo can tell from your watery, but steely gaze that you're not lying. Because no matter what happens, as long as you have her in your life, you can survive anything. Jeon Jungkook means nothing in comparison.

***

"I can't believe he turned out to be such an asshole!" Yerin exclaims in outrage when the three of you meet up for drinks the following Friday evening.

You pause to take a sip of your beer to hide your grin, "I dunno. I should've known better."

"No!" she practically yells at you, "How could you have known?! Men these days are all sneaky ass bastards! Well, fuck him!"

"Yeah!" Mijoo cheerfully agrees, sloshing her beer down her arm, "Fuck men!"

You choke back a laugh as you watch your best friends happily high-five each other in agreement, splashing beer all over the bar in the process. Mijoo and Yerin might have had one too many to drink… But they're so cute that you can't find it in you to reprimand them.

"Mijoo, what about Jimin?" you politely remind her, "Your boyfriend?"

"Oh, him…" she bitterly mutters under her breath, "Well, fuck him too!"

"… Aren't you bringing him to the sorority's homecoming dance after the break ends?"

"Oh yeah, that's right… Should I just dump him?"

"Wow. You must be really drunk if you're saying that," you snicker, "Ok, I'm taking the beer away."

"Ooh, can I have him if you don't want him anymore?!" Yerin eagerly waves her hand up in the air like a school kid waiting to be called on.

"Boys ain't shit," you playfully nudge her, "They're all crusty cheesemolds, remember?"

"No, only Yoongi's crusty," Yerin bitterly says.

"Ahh, he's not that bad…" you feebly defend him.

Both women turn to you in shock, "___, what are you saying?!"

"Yeah, whose side are you on, anyways?!"

You cower before their dual fury. You'd like nothing more than to correct them, but you can't forget about the promise you made Yoongi… "Yeah, you're right," you hold up your hands in defense, in case they start attacking, "He's the biggest dickbag of them all."

"Damn right."

"Cheers to that!" Mijoo crows as she holds up her pint of beer a toast.

Yerin whoops in joy and happily joins her, "Boys suck! I've decided that I'm gonna be the biggest fuckgirl of all time from now on!"

"Yeah! That's the spirit!"

You rush to intervene, "Wait, what?! Yerin, no! That is not a good idea!"

"Why not? Get that D while you're still young, girl!"

You hastily slap a hand over Mijoo's mouth before your roommate can continue with her horrible, drunken advice, "No! Don't get that D while you're young! Get it when you're both emotionally and physically mature enough to make reasonable—"

"Omg, Mimi should we go dancing?!" Yerin interrupts, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Why are you even asking?! Fuck yeah!"

And with that, your two best friends are off, and you have no choice but to chase after them, playing the role of the babysitter for the first time in your life.

"Wait, where are you going?! Girls, wait for me!"

***

Once more, you find yourself outside of the epsilon chi omicron house. You'd sworn to yourself, after that eventful Halloween weekend, that you would never return to this place. But clearly, luck is never on your side.

So here you are, on a freezing Friday night, watching your two drunk friends attempt to sloppily flirt their way into a private party when you'd much rather be curled up in your warm, cozy bed. You sigh deeply as you watch Mijoo twirl her hair around a finger and bat her eyelashes.

"Oh come onnn," she coaxes, "Can't you just make an exception for us? Just this once?"

The bouncer falters under the force of her adorable pout, "I… Um… Sorry, Miss," he says, somehow managing to resist, "I really can't let you in."

"We won't cause any trouble," Yerin rushes to Mijoo's defense, "We just wanna have one teeny tiny little drink… Pleeeeaase?"

The bouncer awkwardly scratches the back of his head, "I… I dunno… Let me ask the other brothers…" And with that, he twists around to address some guys behind him, "Hey guys, these cute chicks want to join the party. Can I let them in?"

"Ah, I don't know about that," a second frat brother says as he approaches the door, "This party is invite-only and we don't—wait a minute… Is that you? Are my eyes deceiving me right now?" he asks, gawking in shock as his eyes widen in recognition.

And you're horrified to find that he's staring straight at you. Confused, you glance over your shoulder, but there's no one behind you. "… Me?"

"Yes, you!" He exclaims, suddenly bursting into hearty laughter, "I never thought I'd see you again. Come on in!" He grabs you by the shoulder and yanks you through the front door.

Bewildered, all three of you stumble after him, "Um… Do I know you?"

But the frat brother ignores you as he drags you to the center of the party, "Guys! She's here!"

"What?!" you say in alarm, "I really think that you are mixing me up with someone—"

"It's her!" Comes his joyous exclamation, "The hotdog girl!"

"What? The hotdog girl?"

"Oh my god, it's the hotdog girl!"

"Waaa! Fuck yeah, hotgot girl!"

All the color blanches from your face as the crowd of people all light up with realization.

"Let the hotdog dance! Let the hotdog dance! Let the hotdog—"

"Oh god, I need a drink," you groan.

***

"Ooh, he's pretty hot, ___," Mijoo says in a conspiratorial whisper as the guy who let you into the house cheerfully fills the red solo cup in your hand for what feels like the hundredth time, "And I think he's into you, too…"

"Ah, whatever. Drunk guys are easy," you snort as you take a giant gulp from your cup. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?"

"You should fuck him!" Yerin passionately shouts, "Teach that coconut asshole a lesson!"

You wince at the volume of her voice, "Nah, that's not a very mature thing to do, baby girl."

"Why not?! I think you should too!" Mijoo exclaims, "I mean, Jeon was cute, I'll give you that. But pretty boys like him are a dime a dozen. Come take your pick here! It's practically raining men!"

"Hallelujah!" Yerin fervidly adds.

"I know he was good-looking, but…" you bite your lip before you can let anything else slip. But that's not why I liked him…

"If you won't fuck this guy, then I will!"

You jerk your head to look at your cute little blonde friend with shock, "Yerin! Don't say such things!"

"Why not?" She shoots back, "I have nothing to lose. If Yoongi doesn't like me, who cares? There are dozens of men at this party who would love to have me!"

"Damn right!" Mijoo crows as she pours practically half a bottle of vodka in her solo cup.

You wince as you wrestle the bottle away from her, "Are you forgetting that you're still a virgin?" you hiss at Yerin in a low voice, "Don't be acting like this. It's not you!"

"I'm sick of being the goody-goody little virgin girl!" She angrily yells as she rips the bottle from your grip, "I'm not nice. I'm not sweet. And I sure as hell am not naïve! I want to be a fuckgirl, too! Why can't I ever have any fun?!"

Something about the way she says this makes you very uncomfortable. Sure, if she really just wanted to sleep around for the pleasure, you'd have no choice but to support her… But what are her motives here…?

You quickly grab her wrist before she can take a swig straight out the bottle, "Stop it, Yerin. You aren't thinking straight. I know what happened with Yoongi was rough, but you really don't have to do this to prove anything, okay? You are a smart, wonderful woman and you'll find someone perfect for you one day."

"Easy for you to say," she snaps as she yanks the bottle out of your hand, "At least you have Jung Hoseok waiting on your beck and call. I have nobody!" And with that, she raises the bottle to her lips and takes a deep, long drink. "But fuck it, I'm gonna go wild and I don't even care! Whoo!"

"Wait, Yerin!" You exclaim, trying to chase after her when she rushes for the dance floor, but Mijoo holds you back.

"Don't, ___," the pretty brunette says as she holds you firmly in place, "Nothing you say or do can convince her otherwise right now."

"But she's making a mistake! She could get into serious trouble!"

But Mijoo holds firm, no matter how you struggle in her grip, "Well, she has to figure that out for herself. You're not her mom. You can't ground her or shelter her forever. This is a lesson she can only learn from herself."

You chew your lip, indecisive, as you glance between the slim brunette and the mosh bit. You know that your roommate is right, but you can't help but worry. "What if she gets hurt?"

Mijoo shrugs, "Well, that's just life. You can't protect her from everything, ___. Besides, don't we all go through a phase like this?"

Heat flushes through your system at the reminder, "Ah… Don't remind me of that dark period."

Mijoo laughs, "It might not have been the prettiest period of time, but you did manage to fuck Seokjin out of your system, right? Maybe you could use a bit of that right now…"

But the very thought of sleeping with a faceless stranger makes you cringe, "Nah. That's not my thing anymore… It was fun for a bit, but I think I need to be with someone I truly care about."

"Like Hoseok?" Mijoo suggests with a little waggle of her eyebrows, "You know the homecoming dance is coming up… Maybe you could use your invite on him…?"

Your eyes widen at the suggestion. For some reason, it hadn't even crossed your mind. But now that you think about it, it makes perfect sense. "Hmm. That's not a bad idea actually…"

A sudden, roaring cheer from the dance floor makes the two of you jump in surprise. And you promptly forget about the conversation at hand as you watch a petite blonde girl perform a keg stand in the middle of the mosh pit while a dozen frat brothers surround her and cheer.

"Oh no, Yerin, no!"

***

Needless to say, you find yourself carrying Yerin home that night. You and Mijoo had grudgingly let it slide when Yerin unleashed herself on the dance floor. You even resisted the urge to violently interfere when the younger girl began making out with some random frat brother (well, Mijoo had to hold you back while you struggled and screamed bloody murder, but same thing). However, when Yerin decided to climb up the table and attempt to one-up your hotdog girl reputation, that's when it was time to intervene.

But of course, it was easier said than done. It's clear that you are the only sober one around in a one-mile radius, and Mijoo was far too drunk to be of much help. And unfortunately, there was no serendipitous run-in with Yoongi this time… Although that might not have been particularly welcome to the heartbroken Yerin. So you are left with no choice but to utilize the services of the weird little frat brother who recognized you all the way from Halloween.

"Hey what are you doing after this, hotdog girl?" He cheerfully asks.

"I dunno," you mutter as you groan under Yerin's weight, "Can you just focus on not dropping my baby on her head?!"

"Whoops, sorry," he cheerfully says as he adjusts his grip on the younger girl, "So what's your deal anyways? You got a boyfriend or something, hotdog girl?"

You look up to flash him the deathliest glare you can muster, "Can you please stop calling me that? I've got a name, you know! It's ___, goddamn it!"

"___?" he repeats, "Oh, that's pretty. I'm Sehun, by the way."

You grunt in response.

"So, about that boyfriend…?"

"Fuck Junkcock!" Mijoo suddenly screeches from behind the two of you, triggered by the word. "That shit burger dink!"

Sehun's eyes widen in surprise, "Wait… You're Jeon Jungkook's ex-girlfriend? Damn, I've heard so much about this."

Embarrassment washes over you like a wave, "Yeah, I'm that hysterical freak. So what?"

"Nothing," he laughs, "We heard about this angry ex-girlfriend who called out Jeon and embarrassed him in front of everyone, but I never thought I'd meet her in person. You're an idol to us in Exo."

You wince at the memories, "I was never his girlfriend… But thanks, I guess?"

"Wow, I seriously can't believe that's you," he says with a delighted laugh, "This makes me like you even more!"

To your horror, his bold proclamation stirs the sleepy girl in your arms, "Huh?" Yerin blearily rubs her eyes, "You like ___?" She asks in confusion, "Why don't you like me?!" And with that, she proceeds to burst into tears.

You would have pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration if not for the fear of dropping the younger girl on her head, "Shut up, playboy," you growl at Sehun.

"Pssht, ___!" Mijoo tries to whisper in your ear, but ends up practically bursting an eardrum, "This guy's hot. You should fuck him!"

Embarrassment floods you at the way Sehun's eyes light up in delight, "Yeah! What she said! What brilliant advice!"

But this makes Yerin cry harder, "Why won't anyone fuck me instead?!"

You groan deeply, "I hate my life."

***

It's a quarter past two in the morning by the time you finally get Yerin back to her dorm room and shake Sehun loose. He dramatically requests a kiss in exchange for his noble services carrying your pesky younger friend home, but you manage to ward him off with your phone number instead.

And then you're stuck with the task of piggy-backing Mijoo home.

You thank all the deities you can think of for not running into any cops or nosy security officers on your way back to the sorority house. You have no doubt that they'd take one look at your drooling roommate, and haul her ass off to prison. But somehow, somehow, you manage to drag her back to the house in one piece, undeterred even as she shrieks out her love for you and covers your neck in messy kisses.

As soon as you enter your shared room, you hurriedly dump her in bed, eager to rid yourself of her weight, and dashing for the kitchen before she can kiss you anymore. Not that you mind too much, but you don't know how you'd explain yourself to Jimin.

You're sagging with weariness by the time you make your way down to the kitchen to grab Mijoo a glass of water before she dies of dehydration. It's been a long night, and all you've done is run around trying to protect your best friends. Not exactly the stress relief that you were looking for… But it was fun, in a weird way.

You're hovering over the kitchen sink, smiling to yourself over the amusing memories of your intoxicated friends, when the front door swings open. Surprised to find another sister returning home so late, you look up to greet her—but your voice dies in your chest at the sight of Hyejin stumbling through the door. Your eyes meet, but neither of you say anything for a moment.

Then, the beautiful redhead sighs and kicks off her towering stilettos to march into the kitchen, "Did you just get back as well?"

"Yeah… I was at an EXO party. What about you?"

"The club," She says as she reaches around you for a glass, "Did you have fun?"

You know that the socially appropriate answer is to simply agree with a smile. But it's so late and you're too exhausted for these meaningless niceties, "Nah," you admit with a sigh, "It was tiring."

"Me too," Hyejin says as she fills up her glass, "I guess neither of us are succeeding in our attempts to get over him, huh?"

You freeze in shock as she ever-so-casually addresses the elephant in the room, "O-oh, you mean Jungkook?"

"Yeah," she says as she sips her water, "I heard about what happened between you guys. I'm so sorry, ___."

"A-ah," you stammer, surprised beyond words. Why is she doing this? Before today, you could've sworn that she hated you, "Thank you… Um… I'm sorry for you as well…"

Hyejin simply shrugs her elegant shoulders, "Don't be. I should've known better… Guys like that will never change… But I just couldn't help myself…"

You blink at her in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The older woman flashes you a half-hearted smile, "It's hard not to like him, huh? I mean, he's gorgeous and so talented, but that's not why we like him, is it?"

You can't find the words to respond with as you stare at her with huge eyes.

Hyejin absentmindedly swirls the water around in her glass for a few seconds before continuing, "I first met him about two years ago, when I was at a BTS party and he was still just a little Freshman pledge. And at first, I didn't think anything of him… He was cute, sure, but who cares? Guys with his looks are a dime a dozen on this campus. And I didn't want to mess around with a little underclassman. But then…" she bites down on her bottom lip, "But then, all of that changed."

"How so, Hyejin?" you ask, eyes alight with curiosity.

The redhead chuckles softly as she stares down at her glass, "When a frat brother slipped a date-rape drug in my drink…"

Your eyes bulge in horror, "What?!"

"It was the scariest moment of my life," Hyejin sighs as she stares dreamily into the distance, "Every limb felt like it was weighed down with lead, and I couldn't talk, couldn't move or even fucking breathe. I thought I was going to die. And that senior frat brother… He kept trying to drag me into his room…"

"Oh my god," you gasp, "Hyejin, I—"

"Nothing happened," she quickly cuts you off, dispelling your worries, "Luckily, a couple of guys at the party noticed and interfered before the senior could take me to his room, and called an ambulance… Jungkook was one of those guys."

"Thank god," you exhale in relief, "No wonder you like him so much. I had no idea."

But Hyejin simply shakes her head with a little laugh, "Nah. That's not why. Anyone can save a victim at the scene of the crime. It's what he did afterwards that really mattered…"

"Afterwards?" you repeat in confusion, "What happened?"

Hyejin's teeth sink into her bottom lip, and you don't miss the way her hand tightens around her water glass hard enough to make the knuckles turn white. It's clear that the pain never eases, even after all these years.

"It's easy to apprehend a crime… but not as easy to follow up with justice…" She says after a long, deliberative pause, "The person who tried to rape me… He was a senior in the frat. And his father was a very powerful man who made important donations to the frat and to the school as a whole. It didn't matter that I had drug tests from the hospital proving that I had been roofied. No one cared to hear it… No one dared to oppose him… Except one noisy little Freshman boy…"

A lump forms in your throat that you can't swallow down. You can't see Hyejin's expression clearly in the darkness, but a single beam of moonlight that streams through the parted curtains of the kitchen window allows you a glimpse of her clenched teeth. It feels like your chest may cave with empathy, but you're too afraid to break the spell if you reach out to touch her like you crave.

"Jungkook was the only one who refused to cover it up. Even at the risk of not making it into the frat, he went up to the president and demanded justice… There was unfortunately nothing he could do at the university-level, but he managed to convince Namjoon to kick that rapist out of BTS…" Hyejin pauses to take a shaky breath.

"He was only a Freshman pledge… He could've been rejected from the frat. Worse, he could've experience backlash from going against such an important person, and been kicked off the soccer team. Had his scholarship revoked or something. But he didn't care… Even though he didn't know me… Even though I was just a stranger to him… He stood up for me. He stood up for what he believed in… And I've been in love with him ever since."

Her words send a shiver down your spine. You're so entirely shell-shocked and overwhelmed with emotion that you can't speak. You can only stare at her in the silvery darkness as your heart breaks into a thousand piece for her.

Hyejin must notice the utter despair in your gaze, because she smiles and reassuringly squeezes your shoulder, "I'm not telling you this to feel bad for me, sweetie. I'm telling you this, because I want you to know that you're not alone. I know exactly how you feel… Jungkook… he's a really good guy at his core. But he's still an immature kid and he can be a complete jackass at times. He definitely needs to grow the fuck up before he can handle a woman like us," she says with a playful nudge.

"Oh, Hyejin…" you murmur, forehead crinkling as you stare at her with wide, doe-like eyes, "I… I just… I'm so—"

"Nah, I don't need to hear it," she laughs, "Me and you, we'll move forward, alright? It's not fair for us to wait for him. We'll get over this kind, caring, immature asshole together."

You offer her a tremulous smile as you barely resist the urge to tackle her in an embrace. Knowing Hyejin, she would definitely not appreciate that. "Yes," you breathe, "Yes, we will."

And when you muster the courage to gently touch her hand, you're delighted when she doesn't immediately move away.

***

The next morning, after you've cleaned up all of Mijoo's vomit and ushered her to the showers, you sit on your bed and stare down at your cell phone, reflecting on your conversation with Hyejin the night before. She's right. Jungkook is a good man. In fact, he could be everything you could want in a man in a few years… But not now. You can't wait around and hope that he'll grow up. You have to move on. You owe that to yourself, at least. You, and Hyejin.

So after taking a deep breath for strength, you pick up your phone and dial in a number.

To your relief, the other party answers after just a few rings, "Hello?"

"Hi, Hoseok… How do you feel about going to the homecoming ball with me next weekend?"

***

A week later, you yank clothing out of your closet in a state of complete panic as Mijoo and Yerin watch you in amusement. "Ah!" you shriek, "Hoseok's gonna be here in half an hour! What do I wear?!"

"Calm down, you only have like two dresses anyways," Mijoo points out with a snicker, "Just pick one of them and let's go."

"But which one?!" You exclaim as you hold up both dresses, "Is this one a bit too plain?" you ask as you gesture to a dark gray shift.

"Yes, definitely," Mijoo says at once, "This is a formal ball, not a job interview."

"Ugh… Should I just wear my pantsuit instead?"

"Definitely not. I mean, you look cute in anything, but don't you want to look extra nice for Hoseok?"

"Why does it matter anyways?" Yerin suddenly pipes up, "Hoseok's so whipped for you that he'd love you in anything."

"What? I don't think that's right…" you say as you consider your options with unease, "Maybe I should take a chance and wear the pink dress…"

"Yes!" Mijoo crows with delight, "You've been saving that weapon since the goddamn date auction last semester. It's time to unleash that on us! We deserve it!"

You chuckle at her dramatic statement, "Okay… Maybe I should wear it… But isn't it a little too… pretty for me? I don't think I can pull it off…"

"Oh, don't say that, ___!" Yerin says, "I'm also wearing a long dress, and mine is also glittery!"

Both you and Mijoo turn to her in surprise, "Wait, you're going to the ball, too?"

"Yep. I'm officially a member of the sorority now, too, remember?" She cheerfully informs you.

"Ah, that's right," you say with a fond ruffle of her hair, "My adorable little sister… So glad you picked me as your big sis over Mijoo," you whisper in a conspiratorial voice.

"I heard that!" you pretty brunette roommate exclaims in outrage.

"Sorry, babe," you chuckle, "But my cute baby and I are perfectly suited for each other! That's why we're even wearing matching dresses to the ball, huh?"

"That's right!" Yerin happily chirps, "I want to be exactly like ___!"

"Good girl!" you coo as you reach over to scratch her under the chin.

But then Mijoo frowns, "Wait a minute… I understand that you can go to the ball now as a sister… But who did you invite as your date?"

"Oh Sehun."

You and Mijoo exchange a confused look, "Huh?"

"Who?"

"The EXO brother, remember?"

"Ooh," you say as realization dawns upon you, "The fuckboi who helped us home? Why would you ask him, Yerin?"

"Yeah, didn't he like ___?" Mijoo adds, confused.

The younger girl flushes pink at that reminder, "Y-yeah… But he was really cute… and I wanted to do something nice for him to thank him for carrying me back to the dorms…"

But Mijoo still looks perplexed, "Wait but if he likes ___, why would he agree to go with you?"

Yerin sheepishly scratches the back of her head, "… I may or may not have told him that ___ was going to be there… and that I'd try to set them up…"

You groan in annoyance, "Why, Yerin?! You know as well as I do that that little fuckboi doesn't actually like me!"

The blonde girl looks up in surprise, "Wait he doesn't?"

"Of course not! He doesn't know the slightest thing about me. He's just thirsty and trying to get in my pants, because he thinks of me as this wild party animal… or party hotdog… Either way, it's not real."

"Really?" Yerin says with her eyes as wide as saucers, "That's all it takes to get a guy to like you?"

You glance at her harshly, "Is that all you got out of that?!"

"I like Sehun," Mijoo suddenly pipes up, "He's got a great ass. Granted, it's not as bouncy as my Chimchim's, but at least it's better than that pancake ass of Yoongi's. I support you, Yerin."

"What?!" you exclaim in horror, "Mimi! Not you too!"

"Don't worry, ___," Yerin says as she kindly pats your hand, "You still have Hoseok. And he has the ass of a Greek god."

"… oh my god, you guys…"

"Speaking of that Greek god… Isn't he coming over any minute now?" Mijoo kindly reminds you.

Your jaw drops, "Shit!"

***

Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself decked in your floor-length pink tulle dress as Mijoo and Yerin flutter around you, trying to plaster you with as much makeup as they can manage before Hoseok gets to the house. But all too soon, you receive the dreaded text announcing his arrival.

I'm downstairs!

That sets the girls into a state of panic. Mijoo almost rubs lipstick all over your face in her haste to apply it, and Yerin nearly breaks your big toe trying to shove your feet into borrowed heels. And you can only sit there the whole time, too scared to move with your heart racing a thousand beats a minute. You've never been so dolled up in your entire life, and for a moment, you feel so helplessly self-conscious that you consider feigning an illness and calling this whole thing off. But somehow, you force yourself to rise to your feet and numbly make your way downstairs. Because you can't allow yourself to keep hiding behind your insecurities. You have to channel Hyejin and move on with your life.

Your feet hurt with every step and your dress is a bit too tight—making it a struggle to even breathe, but when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror on your way out, but can't deny that you look good. Hell, this is probably the best you've looked in your entire life. The cut of the dress emphasizes your figure and the heels make your legs look miles long. Hell, even the makeup is flawless and highlights your best features. For once in your life, you're showing off rather than hiding, and you feel so good about yourself that you feel like you're floating…

But your tenuous ego immediately shatters when Hoseok takes one look at you and bursts into laughter.

"Oh my god!" he laughs, doubling over and clutching his stomach from the hilarity, "What are you wearing?!"

You self-consciously tug down your dress and suck in your tummy, "What? Is it really that bad?"

"No," he says once he calms down enough to rub the tears from his eyes, "It's just that… It's not like you."

"Oh…" you feebly say, "I was… just trying something new? I guess that it didn't work then…"

"No, you're pretty no matter what you wear," he says with an award-winning grin, "But this just doesn't suit you… Did you lose a bet or something?" he chuckles.

You timidly smile back. Of course this doesn't suit you. You're the ugly tomboy who needs to hide behind her oversized hoodies and sweatpants. You must look like a pig in a dress, all dolled up like this. "Ah… maybe I should go change then…"

"Nah," Hoseok laughs, "We're late, and you've put in all this effort anyways, so why not?"

Somehow, the way he says this makes you feel even worse. And you want nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole. "Alright," you murmur in a small voice, "Let's go."

***

As always, the sorority's annual ball is held in the swanky hotel downtown. Hoseok seems unimpressed by the decor, but this is your first time attending this particular event, and you're blown away by all the glamor.

The ballroom is enormous, with vast marble floors and high ceilings illuminated by golden, shimmery lights. It's like a scene straight out of a fairytale with the colorful dresses bursting across the dancefloor and the men in their dapper suits. Only, you don't feel like Cinderella. Next to all the goddesses decked in silk, you feel like the ugly stepsister. And the handsome Prince Charming escorting you to the ball only makes you feel a million times worse in comparison.

"Is there something wrong?" Hoseok interrupts your thoughts with a hand pressed to the small of your back.

You flinch from his touch, "Nothing," you lie, "I just need a drink."

***

"So…" you awkwardly attempt to make conversation a few minutes later, when you and Hoseok settle down with your drinks at a table, "How's recruitment going? Did you make a decision yet?"

"I'm leaning towards Seoul team," he informs you, "But I might spend a few months training with the national team first… but of course, you must know all about this," he says with a laugh.

You look up in surprise, "I would?"

"Yeah. A sports fanatic must've heard all about this news ages ago."

It takes you a second to realize that he's not joking. So you force a smile and lie along, "Ah, that's right. I already knew. But I wanted to give you a chance to tell me. Although any decision you make is sure to be great!"

He grins at that, "See, this is why I like you so much. It's hard to find a girl who's so informed about the sport, yet so chill about everything."

"Haha, you know that's me," you say, praying that he doesn't notice how fake your laugh is. He is so wrong about you that you don't even know where to begin. And maybe it's time to come clean to him about everything. You're not that lowkey, cool girl that he thinks… And if you ever want to get anywhere with him, you should start by telling the truth…

But before you can make up your mind, a loud voice calls out your name, "___! You got here quick!"

You grin at Mijoo and Jimin, grateful for their sudden appearance as you jump from your seat to give them enthusiastic hugs, "Hey guys! Oh my god, you look amazing!"

And you're not lying. With her sleek royal blue dress and her rich brown hair cascading down her back in curls, she looks more like a movie star at a red-carpet premiere or a storybook princess. And Jimin looks just as good at her side in his dark suit that highlights every angle of his slim body, with a matching blue tie to complement her dress.

"Thanks!" Your roommate beams, spinning in a wide circle to show off her dress, fragrant curls flying everywhere.

"Oh my… I'm in love. Please forget about Jimin and run off with me," you tease.

"Hey, watch it!" Jimin laughs as he wraps an arm around Mijoo's waist to tug her to him.

"Can you blame me?" you shoot back, "I mean, my precious Mimi is always pretty, but today she's as sparkly as an angel!"

Mijoo blushes and preens from the attention, but next to you, Hoseok shifts in discomfort. "Do you girls really care about this stuff…?" He whispers this under his breath, so that only you can pick up on it, but the damage has been done.

You hastily clear your throat, "Um… By the way, where's Yerin?"

"Oh…" Mijoo's expression darkens at once, "She and that EXO punk are over there…"

You glance over to where she's pointing, and sure enough, there's that tall frat brother propped up against the bar next to a leggy blonde in an ultra-tight red sequined dress. You blink a few times before you finally recognize the blonde, "Yerin?!" And then you're running over as fast as your painful heels will allow.

Your lil sis turns around at the sound of her name, and your jaw drops in scandalized horror as you take in her plunging neckline. "Oh, ___. There you are!"

You stand there, numb, as she gives you a big hug. "Yerin… I—what are you…? What is this?!" you splutter as you stare at the slit of her dress that reaches her upper thigh, threatening to reveal her panties at any second.

"Oh, I just bought this dress! Isn't it nice?"

"It's amazing," Sehun immediately answers for you, drooling like a dog over her bare skin, "You're so beautiful."

"What?! Don't look at my baby like that, you yogurt-slinging cheese—"

Mijoo hastily slaps a hand over your mouth before you can continue any further, "Ah, what ___ is trying to say is that she's a little surprised by your outfit choice, but you look gorgeous, Yerin."

Shocked by her misrepresentation, you struggle in her arms, but the taekwondo black belt is a lot stronger than you anticipated, and you can only splutter incoherently against the palm of her hand.

But unfortunately, your dramatic antics make Sehun notice you for the first time. His brow creases into a frown as he looks you up and down. "Hotdog girl?!" He says in amazement, "What the hell are you wearing?!"

And with that final blow, you fall limp in Mijoo's grip, numbly allowing her to drag you away. What's so bad about your outfit that you have every former admirer turning away in disgust? God, what were you even thinking?

"Don't be like this," Mijoo whispers to you as she drags you to the other side of the ballroom, "Yerin's an adult woman. She can wear whatever she wants. I didn't expect you to slut-shame like this."

"I'm not," you feebly mutter as you slump your head against her shoulder, "I just didn't like how that fuckboy was looking at her."

The pretty brunette chuckles, "Jealous that he's diverted his affections elsewhere? Sure, maybe he had a harmless crush on the wild hotdog girl, but you've got to admit that Yerin has easily blown you out of the water with her whole Jessica Rabbit act. You stand no chance."

"That's not it," you sigh, "I just hope she's making the right decision trying to seduce such a fickle fuckboy. Is it so wrong that I want her to be with someone who likes her for her? Not just because she's showing a lot of skin?"

"These boys are all stupid," Mijoo patiently reassures you, "They think that if a girl gets up on a stripper pole in a hotdog costume, or dresses in a certain way, that they're easy. Our Yerin will just have to prove him wrong and put him in his place, huh?"

"Yeah… you're right. I just hope that she makes the right decision."

"There's nothing we can do, ___. We've just got to trust her."

You pause for a moment to allow the words to sink into you. Then you sigh loudly, "Where did the guys go, by the way? I need a drink… And I know we're at a fancy ball or whatever, but I demand that we take shots."

Mijoo laughs at this, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, babe. I think Jimin and Hoseok are over there by the bartender."

"Right," you say, following as she begins to lead you over. But then you pause, "Wait, Mijoo… Can I ask you a question?"

She stops to look over at you with curiosity, "Sure. What's up?"

You hesitate for a moment, gnawing on your bottom lip as self-doubt overcomes you. But you bite the bullet and continue, "Is this dress really that ridiculous on me?" You ask in a small voice, eyes lowered to avoid eye contact.

Mijoo's guffaw brings you out of the shadow of doubt, "What are you even talking about? You look beautiful."

And with that, your mouth splits into your first genuine smile of the night. "Thanks, babe."

"Of course. Now are we gonna go or what? Those tequila shots aren't gonna drink themselves!"

You laugh in delight as you take her hand and skip across the elegant ballroom, attracting stares from all the other party-goers.

***

An hour later, and your heels are killing you so much that you have to abandon all attempts at dancing to sit at a side table and nurse your bruised feet. On the dance floor, Mijoo and Jimin are still going at it, swaying gently to the beat of the music. You watch them with fondness, wondering when it will be your turn. But instead, you're stuck on the sidelines with shoes that don't fit.

"Should I just take you home?" Hoseok asks with an amused smile as he watches you take off your heels for the umpteenth time that evening.

"Ah, do you mind?" you ask, "I'm so sorry, Hoseok. This is unfair to you…"

"Nah," he says with a good-natured laugh, "I had fun… but next time, just be yourself, okay?"

That strangely worded statement makes you pause, "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you don't have to dress like this," he laughs as he playfully tugs at the pink tulle of your dress, "It's really not like you. I'm not sure if you lost a bet or something, but don't let your friends push you around like this."

He's so wrong that you can't speak for a moment. This entire time you thought that Hoseok was different. That he actually knew the real you, and appreciated you for it. Could it be that you had been wrong this whole time…?

You shake these useless thoughts out of your mind. There is a time and a place for everything, and it's clearly not here. All you want to do is go home and kick off your shoes to give your poor, crushed toes some much needed relief.

But of course, nothing goes to plan, and on your way out of the door, the two of you are intercepted by a furious woman on a mission.

"Jung Hoseok!" She cries out, making you both freeze in your tracks, "What the hell?!"

You slowly whirl around on your heel to find Somin standing before you, looking beautiful in her pearl pink satin dress, but majorly pissed off. Next to you, Hoseok's face folds into a grimace.

"Ah… Somin… You're here, too?"

"Yes, and I cannot believe you, you asshole!" She fumes, "You told me that you were too busy to come to the ball with me when I asked you a whole fucking month ago! And now I find you here with ___? With her? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

At the mention of your name, you awkwardly shuffle a few feet back, wishing that you could turn invisible. This is a conversation that you clearly should not be apart of… But there's no escaping now…

"I dunno… I guess my schedule just cleared up," Hoseok attempts to make an excuse for himself.

"Bullshit!" Somin practically shouts at him, "How are you such a lying piece of shit?! You couldn't even think of a better excuse? Did I ever even mean anything to you?!"

Hoseok cringes at the volume of her voice and nervously glances around the ballroom, as though fearful of causing a scene, "Shh. Don't yell. It's really not like that…"

"Not like what?!" She shoots back, undeterred, "You couldn't be bothered to even come up with more than just a half-assed excuse? What am I to you? Just a fucking toy that you can throw away whenever you want?"

The handsome redhead runs a hand through his hair, clearly distressed by all of this, "Come on, Somin. You knew from the beginning that we were just having fun, nothing more. There's a reason why I didn't want to get all caught up in feelings…"

But the sports reporter simply stares at him with cold, expressionless eyes, "If you think that's the reason why I'm upset, then you're truly an idiot."

Hoseok's eyes widen in surprise, "Somin, wait!"

She shakes him off with a dismissive wave of her hand, "I don't need this toxicity in my life. So don't you dare ever speak to me again, Jung Hoseok." And with that, she turns to march away with exaggerated stomps of her platform heels.

The two of you watch her strut away in stunned silence. This has got to be one of the most awkward situations of your life. You almost feel like the other woman, caught in an illicit affair.

Hoseok picks up on your discomfort, and turns to offer you a half-hearted smile, "Sorry you had to witness that."

You hold both hands up, "No, not at all. Although, honestly, this whole thing seems to be due to a small mistake… Maybe you just forgot to tell her… right?"

"Yeah," he sighs, "It was obviously just a misunderstanding… I don't know why she had to be so dramatic and call me out in public like that… Geez. This is why I don't fuck around with girls like that. I should've known better…"

Something about the way he says that sounds a bit… off… You know that you should just mind your own business and move on… but you can't help but prod a bit. "Girls like that?" you ask, curious, "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"You know," he says with a roll of his eyes, "Overly dramatic, high-maintenance girls like her… What was I even thinking?" he says with a self-deprecating chuckle.

But you can't laugh along. Because next to him, your blood has frozen to ice. "Y-you think Somin is high-maintenance?" you croak out in disbelief.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I really can't stand it… Everything is about touchy-feely shit, and nail polish, and color-coordination with her," he laughs, "What a headache! I'm so glad that I've found a real girl, like you."

"A real girl?" you repeat in a quiet voice, "What does that mean?"

"You know, someone who keeps it real. Who isn't so caught up with frivolous, girly bullshit. You're just super chill. And that's what I like about you." He ends his statement with a wide, infectious smile, as though he's just given you the greatest compliment on earth.

But you can't bring yourself to crack a smile even if you tried. Because it feels like your world has flipped upside down. Belatedly, you realize that you should've known this all along. All the signs were there, from the way he laughed at your dress, or the way he praised your interest in kickboxing on top of the roof, all those months ago. Hell, you should've known from the moment you met him, when he was so unreasonably impressed by your lack of makeup. Were you really so blind? Or did a secret part of you, deep down inside, know all along?

For a split second, you consider feigning ignorance. It would be so damn easy to laugh along with him and continue living this lie of being the cool, sporty tomboy who doesn't care about stupid "girly" things. After all, Hoseok isn't a bad guy. He's so handsome, popular, and kind. And he likes you. Someone actually likes you. Isn't that better than being alone? For a split second, you're tempted to grab his hand and flash him an award-winning smile. For a split second, you contemplate giving up all your morals and living a life of comfort with this lovely, charismatic man.

But you can't.

So you take a deep breath through your nose, eyes squeezing shut for a millisecond, before you open them to stare him straight in the eyes, "Hoseok… Do you know why I'm not like those other girls?" you ask him in a soft voice, "Do you know why I don't wear makeup or frilly dresses or bombard you with my emotions?"

Hoseok seems a bit taken aback by your strange line of questioning, but attempts to respond, regardless, "Um… Because you don't care about such dumb things?"

You throw your head back with a bark of laughter, "No, that's not it at all."

Hoseok's brow creases with confusion, "Huh? Then why?"

"Because I'm insecure."

That only makes him more confused, "What? What are you even talking about?"

"You have completely misunderstood me. I am not that confident, chill girl you think I am. The only reason why I don't wear makeup and pretty dresses like Somin is because I am so fucking insecure about myself that I don't think I can pull it off. But if I could, you bet your ass I'd be wearing princess gowns with my face contoured like a fucking Instagram model every single day of my life."

The handsome redhead staggers back in shock, "I… I don't understand what you're saying, ___."

But you simply step forward, not allowing him to escape your clutches, "The cool girl you thought I was? The unaffected tomboy who watches sports and drinks with the guys and doesn't give one shit about emotional garbage? She doesn't exist. This ideal woman is a figment of your imagination. And I'm not going to bend over backwards pretending to be someone I'm not. Especially not for a sexist."

"Sexist?" he repeats in horror, "The fuck are you talking about?! I'm no sexist!"

By his offended reaction, you can tell that he genuinely does not understand the error of his problematic views. So you try to break it to him as gently as possible, "Feminism is about respecting and empowering women, Hoseok. You can't just pick and choose which women you want to respect. That's not how it works. If you can only respect certain women for being 'cool' and 'chill' and basically acting like men, while condemning the rest for being too 'girly,' then that's the literal definition of misogyny."

Hoseok looks utterly horrified and outraged by the accusations, "Are you fucking serious?! That's not what I meant at all! You're twisting my words, ___. Let me—oh come on! Where are you going?"

"To catch my uber," you say as you march past him.

He desperately grabs you by the arm before you can go out the door, "Wait—let me explain myself!"

But you jerk out of his grip as though you've been burned, "Don't you dare touch me, Jung Hoseok," you hiss through your teeth.

"I'm sorry! I just—come on, just let me explain myself! It's really not like that!" He exclaims in frustration.

"I think I've heard enough," you curtly retort, "I think I'll channel Somin and cut the toxicity out of my life."

And without sticking around to listen to the rest of his excuses, you rush out of the ballroom into the safe haven of your waiting uber.

***

By the time you finally make it back to the sorority house, you feel like you've aged ten years. Your hair is flat and messy, your skin dull, and your blistered feet are burning from the pain of standing in your cramped heels. Most of all, you feel mentally drained from that exhausting conversation with Hoseok. All you want to do is to strip of your tight, itchy dress and wash your face of the thick makeup. And when you're finally in bed, hidden under the covers, maybe the heaviness around your heart will finally dissipate.

But like always, luck is never on your side. And when you walk up the driveway to the front of the house, you find Jungkook sitting on the front steps waiting for you.

He jumps up immediately at the sight of you, "___!" He calls out, "I… I… um… You look beautiful."

You stiffen for a second, eyes wide as though you've just seen a ghost. Never in a million years would you have ever predicted this outcome. Hell, you thought you'd never see him again after the very public call out in the frat house a few weeks ago. And yet, here he is, standing in front of you with lights shining in his brown doe eyes, as though the humiliation of the last month never happened.

Suddenly, you feel a thousand times heavier.

It hurts to see him. The incident in the frat house is practically old news by now, but the time doesn't ease the pain one bit. And seeing him in the flesh again just tears apart your wounds anew.

You sigh deeply, whole body sagging with exhaustion, "I don't know what you're here for, but I'm tired, Jeon."

"Wait, ___!" He exclaims, jumping to block your path when you try to walk around him. "Please! I promise this won't take that long!"

You sigh again. Whatever this is, it's clear that you won't be getting any sleep until he finishes. So you cross your arms tightly over your chest and turn to shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster, "You have five minutes."

Jungkook seems slightly taken aback by your gruffness, but hastens to make use of his time, "Okay, okay… I just… I'm here to apologize, okay?"

You simply hum in response and glance down at your cell phone for the time, "Cool."

He winces at your reaction and tries again, "I'm really sorry, ___. I was an asshole, and you have every right to be mad at me… And I would do anything to make it up to you."

That unexpected statement catches your attention. Your eyes shoot up to meet his in surprise. He's not saying what you think he's saying… right? "Jungkook…" you murmur, "I don't understand…"

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, and for a moment, he looks so frightened and unsure of himself that you almost feel sorry for him, "I just… I miss you, okay? I'll do anything—literally anything you want—to have you back again."

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you can't even breathe from all the euphoria flooding your veins. Can this actually be real? Jeon Jungkook is actually in front of you, confessing everything you've ever wanted to hear from him and more? You're not just dreaming, right?

It's almost an out-of-body experience having all your dreams come true, and for a moment, you float out of your body, watching the scene of the groveling boy begging for the girl back from a distance. It's like a scene out of any drama. You can vividly imagine yourself running into his arms and never letting go. Then the two of you can ride off into the sunset and have your happily ever after. And you'll finally get your turn at playing the princess of the story.

It's all you've ever wanted… isn't it?

After a long second of tension, you slowly release the breath you didn't realize you were holding to approach him with small, cautious steps. Jungkook watches your every move with huge eyes, apprehension written across every feature. And when you reach up to gently caress the sharp angle of his jaw, he visibly relaxes… until you bring your lips to his ear and tell him:

"No thanks."

Jungkook tenses at once, like you've slapped him, "Wh-what?"

You smile faintly at him as you continue to trail your fingertips up and down his jawline, "I don't want you to do anything I want. Do you really think I'm that type of person to manipulate a guy into a relationship that he clearly doesn't want? Think again, Jeon."

His eyes widen as he processes your words, "B-but, it's not like that!" he stammers, "You're not manipulating me. You want a relationship and titles and all that? That's fine! I… I'm genuinely willing!"

"Yeah… but that's not enough," you murmur, echoing something that he told you in bed all those months and months ago.

Jungkook stares at you in utter disbelief, unable to conceal his panic, "I… I don't understand what you want from me!" he despairs, "Seriously, ___. Tell me anything, and I'll do it. I'll grovel at your feet for a decade if that means I can have you back!"

But still, you shake your head and smile, "Yes, you're willing. But that's not enough for me… Tell me what you actually want, Jungkook."

He can't comprehend your words for a moment, "I… I want anything you want?" he offers, hopeful that it's what you're looking for.

But you only laugh, "No, tell me the truth, Jungkook, and I might go easy on you: In an ideal world, where you could have everything you wanted with no consequence… would you want me to be your girlfriend?" At the very sound of that word, Jungkook involuntarily grimaces, giving himself away at once. You sigh deeply and drop your hand from his face. "I see…"

Horrified by his own reaction, Jungkook rushes to redeem himself, "Well, it's not what would happen in my perfect world, but I don't mind it! Seriously. I can be anything that you want me to be!"

"But do you want it, too?"

That single question knocks him out. He's silent for a moment, eyes wild with dread and hands clenched to fist. "N-no," he finally grits out in a shaky voice.

It's as you expected, yet it doesn't hurt any less. You offer him a tight smile, "Ah, I see. Thank you for being honest, Jungkook."

"Wait, ___!" He calls out your name, panicking when you move past him to the front door, "I didn't mean that—I just—"

But you stop him in his tracks with a hand pressed against his chest, "We're just in different places right now," you inform him in a small voice, "It'll never work out, so please don't make this harder than it needs to be."

With that, you render him speechless, and this gives you the opportunity to slip under his arm and run into the house, eyes shut tightly so that you can't see his expression of pain. Because you're weak. And if you do, you might hesitate. And then, it'll be too late.

So you run up to your room, carelessly flinging your shoes off without stopping for a moment. And it's not until you're huddled in your bed, piles and piles of blankets stacked on top of you to block out any light, that you finally allow yourself to breathe.

You've gone and done it this time. Two perfectly respectable guys in the span of a single evening… All because you couldn't compromise. Because you want more than you deserve. And what did you expect? That someone would actually like you for you and want to be with you?

You're asking for too much. And that's why you'll always be alone. But that's okay, because you have your Ice Bitch reputation to maintain…

Somehow, you convince yourself that it's better this way.

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Author’s Note: Please don’t ask me about updates!

Also, when I was planning this fic back in sept 2017, this is the furthest I had gotten with my brainstorming, so everything past this chapter is uncharted territory, and I’m both scared and excited aklsdfjlksd Wish me luck, guys :D

#bts scenarios #bts scenario #jungkook scenarios #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #new rules #kljlsjflksdf i cant believe it took me so long

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monstaxscenario · 5 years

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Monsta X - Their S/O Surprises Them Backstage

A/N: Hello! This was requested by @tuggingatanangelsheartstring and I am sorry that this is going up now, I had a problem with viewing the inbox but it’s fixed now.

I hope you like it.

~Admin Angie (๑>◡<๑)

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Shownu

It was always a bittersweet thing when your boyfriend’s group went on tour. On one hand, you can’t physically be with Shownu, however, on the other hand, you could always see posts of the concert on social media and acknowledge the glorious performances, especially of your boyfriend. And so, after almost three months without seeing your boyfriend, Shownu, you decided to consult with their manager and surprise Shownu backstage. It was towards the end of Shownu’s dance solo that you made your way behind the stage. Soon you heard the loud screams and applauds erupt from the crowd. Shownu was coming towards you but hadn’t acknowledged you. He had his head down, wiping the sweat from his eyes. You extended him a white towel and he took it without looking at you.

“Great performance Hyunwoo, like always.” You commented with a happy tone. Upon hearing your voice, that he knew so well, he quickly turned around.

“(Y/N)??!” He called your name with confusion until he strides towards you with open arms. You couldn’t react quickly enough and so he engulfed you in an embrace and practically bear-hugged you, lifting you up a few inches from the ground. You accepted the hug, even in his sweaty state.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I missed you so much.” He mumbled into your ear.

“I missed you too, my love.” You replied while wiping his sweat. “Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go until the last concert of this tour.”

Wonho

You had arrived a bit early than expected and the only reason was that impatience got the better of you. You had texted Hyungwon last night saying that you wanted to surprise Wonho tonight after the concert. He had agreed and let security know you were coming. You were supposed to arrive during their encore, but you decided to come forty minutes before. In result, you had to hide behind curtains or other staff whenever your boyfriend came off the stage for an outfit change. You had succeeded in hiding from Wonho however not lucky enough to hide from other members. After an hour of you hiding, their concert was over, meaning that the members were making their way past you, with Wonho being last. You waited until Wonho was right next to you, to jump out from your hiding spot.

“BOO!~” You exclaimed.

“WAAA~!” Wonho jumped back a couple of steps, startled at your sudden entrance. He quickly looked at you and shouted. “YA!” He placed his hand and his racing heart. “Why do you have to scare me like that~” He whined and pouted at you. His members heard him and laughed at his response, all but one.

“Aww, I’m sorry my darling.” You said with a quiet chuckle. “I just wanted to surprise you.” Wonho pouted at you one last time before opening his arms. You smiled and made your way into them.

“Well not only did you surprise me, but you also managed to surprise Jooheon.”

Minhyuk

Minhyuk is your boyfriend and you know that he’s a smart man. He knows that you have been missing him ever since you went a month without waking up next to him. He is aware that you’ll eventually come and see him and he’s right. But you couldn’t tell certain members of your plan, knowing that some of them would let it slip. So you told one member. Kihyun. You let him know of your plan and he helped you with any security problems.

Throughout the entire concert, you were dressed up as a staff, thanks to Kihyun. You hide your face from the members by using your black baseball cap. You managed to help around like handing the members water or help fan them or occasionally touch up their hair. It was now the end of the concert and the group gave their bows. Minhyuk was on his way to his changing room when you walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection.

“I can’t go another month without you, my sunshine.” You mumble into his back. Minhyuk turns his head and observes you with a smile.

“Neither can I. How was the concert?” Minhyuk asks casually.

“You’re not surprised?” You questioned with a small pout. Minhyuk shook his head. He wrapped his arms around you and lead you down the hall.

He wouldn’t let you know now, but he was honestly very surprised to see you and very happy to have you in his arms again.

Kihyun

When you found out that your boyfriend’s group was having a concert in your hometown, you purchased a ticket straight away. Him being on tour always made you feel lonely because you couldn’t see Kihyun in person and now that he’s coming here, you knew you had to go and surprise him. You texted Changkyun of your plans and he thought it was such a romantic idea and helped you.

You arrived at the venue and took your seat. You would have liked front row but it would have given you away easily. Throughout the concert, you cheered just like the other Monbebes. You even cheered louder when you saw Kihyun sing his solo. You, along with most Monbebes, knew that Kihyun’s vocals are amazing. You were so lost into his song that you almost missed your cue to go backstage. You hurried out of your seat.

Once Kihyun finished, he went backstage. After taking out his earpiece, his eyes spotted your figure. His heart sped faster as he made eye contact. His eyes trailed down to your arms. A big smile appeared on his face as he saw you with a bouquet of red roses and a small plush teddy bear.

“It’s a bit traditionalist but I know you like it.” You said as you extended the items to him. He took them in one arm and used the other to hug you tightly, kissing your cheek. “I missed you, my love bug.”

“I missed you so much more.”

Hyungwon

Hyungwon was on tour and you missed him as much as he missed you. Sleeping at night and taking naps didn’t feel the same without him near. You wanted to go see your boyfriend and you were, however, you wanted to be a bit extra. Around two weeks prior to the date of your visit to Hyungwon, you decided to learn a dance and become one of the background dancers for one show. You learned it, you practiced it and you nailed it. You thanked Shownu a thousand times for being able to help you with the dance and keeping it from Hyungwon.

The night of the concert, you dressed up like the other background dancers, which consisted of loose black pants and a red undershirt with a long sleeve black mesh on top. The bottom half of your face was hidden with a black facemask. When it was time, you took your stance and danced. You had occasional parts where you had to dance next to Hyungwon. There was a moment where he met your eyes. He squinted at you before returning back to the song. After the song ended you went backstage with Hyungwon following closely.

He grabbed your arm and turned you around. He gently pulled down your facemask before breaking out in a smile.

“Hello, my prince. It’s been awhile.” You said with a kind smile. He pulled you close and hugged you gently to his chest.

“I’m finally going to get some good sleep now.”

Jooheon

Jooheon missed you. Your boyfriend missed you very much to the point where it drove his members insane. Every day he would show them new pictures of you two together, complain about how you weren’t here, etc. His members didn’t hate you, it was just that they were having enough of Jooheon’s constant blabbering. They didn’t know what else to do to make him quiet down until Minhyuk told them, besides Jooheon, that he was going to call you so you could put an end to their misery. The members agreed and told him to call you asap.

Minhyuk called you and told you what was happening, you tried not to laugh but did anyway. You missed Jooheon too but not extremely bad. You discussed with Minhyuk about the details. When you came up with an agreement he cheered, thanking you nonstop.

Now here you were, waiting backstage for your boyfriend. When the concert ended the members walked off stage and headed towards the changing rooms. You were a distance ahead but you heard Jooheon say your name along with a few groans from his members.

“Jooheon, no wonder my ears kept turning red. You keep talking about me.” You casually said, walking towards him.

“(Y/N)!!” Jooheon yells your name and immediately laches his arms around you.

“I hear that you missed me, my honey bee.” You wrap your arms around his neck. He nodded.

“Yes indeed. Now I’ll stop complaining.” Jooheon said as his members cheered with glee.

I.M

You were running late and you hated it. You weren’t meant to but somehow you were held up by your friend. You were supposed to greet your boyfriend before the concert started but because of your friend’s small problem, you were arriving late. You realized how late you were when you found out that they were finishing their encore. Your shoulders slumped down knowing you practically missed the entire concert. However, you were determined to meet with Changkyun. You hadn’t seen him in a long time since he’s been on tour.

You two texted, called and video chatted whenever you both could. You told him that one night you would go to one of their shows and cheer for him.

Before meeting him backstage, you stopped by to use the bathroom. As you made your way to the backstage you saw your boyfriend come off the stage and walking with his members. He had a small pout on his face and Jooheon asked him about it.

“(Y/N) was supposed to meet me before the show but hasn’t.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry, my king. I had to solve a friend’s problem. Can you forgive me?” You call out as you walk in front of him. His pout then turns into a smile.

“(Y/N)” He calls your name softly while bringing his hands to hold yours. “It’s better late than never.” He pulls you close and then whispers in your ear.

“But you can make it up to me later.”

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#monstax #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #shownu scenario #wonho scenario #minhyuk scenario #kihyun scenario #hyungwon scenario #jooheon scenario #changkyun scenario

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awkwardlyflustered · 5 years

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Drinks and Giggles

A/N: This is a tickle fic about Diego, Number Five, and Klaus from the umbrella academy.

“Hey, you guys wanna go out for a drink tonight?” Diego asked Number Five and Klaus who were currently sitting on the couch.

“I suppose so,” Number Five says not really caring in the slightest.

“Of course!” Klaus practically yells a little bit too excited.

“Woah, calm down there, Skippy.” Diego says smirking slightly while Klaus pouts slightly overall appreciating the nickname. The boys all get up grab their coats and exit the house to go to the bar. Klaus has a couple of shots with Diego and five then goes on to drinking vodka cranberries. Diego, as previously stated, did a couple of shots then stopped. Five did the shots and then started drinking beers. After a while Five was mildly drunk, Diego had no effects of drunkenness on him whatsoever, however, Klaus was just completely hammered.

“I love you guys so much.” Klaus slurred almost falling over.

“Yeah, yeah, buddy. We love you too.” Diego answered lovingly while Number Five just glared. Once Klaus was steady enough on his feet he pulled his brothers into a group hug. Diego didn’t mind it and partially started hugging back. Whereas Number Five absolutely hated this. He tried to push away from Klaus but in the process accidentally brushes his side causing Klaus to inhale sharply and then go into a small burst of giggles.

“What was that?” Number Five asked with a slight mischievous smirk on his face.

“I don’t know, what was that?” Klaus slurred drunkenly. Number Five got his hands ready then Diego put his hands over Number Five’s hands and said,

“Not tonight, maybe tomorrow, he’s too drunk tonight. Let’s get him home.” Diego said being the good big brother he always is.

“Alright,” Number Five said reluctantly. All three boys went home and Diego helped Klaus into his head into his bedroom. Then he goes to bed himself. The next day, after sleeping for another couple of hours Klaus manages to wake up without a major headache.

“Hey guys, how are you?” Klaus asks pouring himself a cup of coffee. The boys both answer smirking slightly seeing that he had no recollection of last night. They patiently waited for Klaus to finish his coffee before attacking. Diego, being the bigger one, tackle Klaus onto the floor and pinned his arms above his head. Number Five seated himself directly next to Klaus.

“Wh-wh-what are you guys doing?” Klaus stuttered trying to scoot away from Number Five who had started putting his fingers near Klaus’ side.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Diego asked.

“Not really,” Klaus said still eyeing the both of them nervously.

“Good,” Number five said scribbling his fingers up and down Klaus’ side. Klaus immediately starting giggling.

“Aw, is somebody a little bit ticklish?” Diego cooed teasing Klaus.

“Shuuuuuuut uppppp.” Klaus said through his giggles. Number Five decided to move down to his knees and thighs seeing how he wasn’t getting a very big reaction out of his sides. As soon as he dragged his finger down Klaus’ thigh Klaus burst into loud, boisterous laughter.

“STOOOOOOOPP PLEEEEAAAASEE!!” Klaus screamed surprised at his ability to form a coherent sentence. Number Five kept this up for a while before finally moving down to his knees. He lightly squeezed right where the pressure point was and Klaus squeaked and immediately started begging.

“No no no no, please, you can’t do this. Come on man, I thought we were brothers.” Klaus begged and Diego started snickering. “Hey! What are laughing about? If you weren’t on top of me I would’ve been able to get this little kid off of me by now. You’re just as bad as him.” Klaus scolded Diego.

“What did you call me!?” Number Five asked getting a whole new look in his eyes. A mixture of playfulness, slight anger, and revenge. “You’re gonna get it now.”

“No! I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, please don’t I’m sorry.”

“Too late.” And with that he launched a full fledged attack on his knees. One hand spidering under his left knee and one hand lightly trailing on top of his right. This put Klaus through an all new version of hell.

“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEE! PLEEEEAAASSEE! I CAAAAAN’T BREAAAAAAATHE!” After hearing this Five immediately stopped and Diego let Klaus’ arms go. Klaus got up and sat on the couch soon joined by Diego. Diego started rubbing Klaus’ back.

“You okay?” Diego asked straying a little too close to his side causing him to giggle.

“Yeeeah, it waaas fun.” Klaus answered back with a smile.

#tickle fic #umbrella Academy #ua #umbrella Academy tickle fic #ua tickle fic #lee!Klaus #ler! five ler!Diego #klaus hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #five hargreeves #mine

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Classic literature vines compilation: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 01

A/N: And here we come to the fandom I made most vines of. It became pretty long, so I had to split this one in two. (Oh my god, I just realised, how fitting that is!)

Lanyon: Hey, hiya-

Hyde: *growls menacingly*

Lanyon: EEEEK!!!

Lanyon: GET YO' FUCKING DOG BITCH!

Jekyll: It don't bite.

Lanyon: YES IT DO!

Hyde: Soooo …

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -what you're saying is-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -that I-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -SHOULD BLOW SHIT UP!

Jekyll: Yes-wait, no!

Utterson: No!

Lanyon: Do it!

Hyde: Doing it!

Hyde: Soooo …

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -what you're saying is-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -that I-

Jekyll: Yes

Hyde: -SHOULD BLOW SHIT UP!

Jekyll: Yes-wait, no!

Utterson: No!

Lanyon: Do it!

Hyde: Doing it!

Sir Danvers Carew: *trying to get away from Hyde* Ah! No, close the door! Close the damn door!

Hyde: *comes closer*

Sir Danvers Carew: Oh god, I'm so dead.

Hyde: *proceeds to beat him to death*

Sir Danvers Carew: *dying scream*

Sir Danvers Carew: Well, I was right about one thing, I was dead.

Hyde: Knock, knock!

Lanyon: Who's there?

Hyde: *slams the door in Lanyon's face* THE DOOR!

Lanyon: I like your shoes.

Jekyll: I like that you like my shoes.

Lanyon: I like that you like that I like your shoes.

Jekyll: It was a joke.

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: I despise your footwear!

Lanyon: I like your shoes.

Jekyll: I like that you like my shoes.

Lanyon: I like that you like that I like your shoes.

Jekyll: It was a joke.

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: I despise your footwear!

Utterson: You and me are just two straight guys, that really like each other!

Jekyll: Yeah, it's like we're each other's guy-baes

Jekyll: … Or gays

Utterson: O_O

Jekyll: And wha' do you think you're doing?!

Hyde: I'm just having a bi' o' tea, before tea time!

Jekyll: Before?!

Hyde: *giggles* Yeah!

Hyde: Don't bother-

Hyde: *pulls out a gun* -FOR I'M ACTUALLY ROBBING THIS PLACE!

Inspector Newcomen: Well, I guess it's a good job I'm actually an UNDERCOVER COP! *also pulls out a gun*

Utterson: *gasp*

Inspector Newcomen: *points towards Utterson* That right there is my partner!

Utterson: *is gone*

Inspector Newcomen: Uhhh …

Utterson: *joins Hyde* Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not your partner.

Utterson: *pulls out a gun* I'm his. *kisses Hyde*

Inspector Newcomen: No!

Inspector Newcomen: Wait, so you're gay?!

Utterson: Nooo?

Hyde: Well, actually, that does make us gay.

Utterson: What?!

Hyde: Hey, spell 'me'.

Utterson: Okay? M-E.

Hyde: You forgot the D.

Utterson: There is no D in me.

Hyde: Not yet! ;)

Utterson: O_O

Utterson: Remember, you can be anything you want!

Jekyll: Can I be your man?

Utterson: Look, I don't think, that's a profession-

Jekyll: YOUR ASS SAID ANYTHING!!!

Hyde: Y'ello?

Jekyll: *appears in the mirror* What did you do?

Hyde: Alright … but you can't be mad at me.

Jekyll: What. Did you. Do?

Hyde: First: I was minding my own business-

Jekyll: *slams hands against the glass* Bullsh*t!

Hyde: I waaas!

Jekyll: And what exactly happened, while you were "minding your own business"?

Hyde: Well, I was chillaxing in my room - like a baller - when suddenly these shmucks kicked in my door!

Hyde: And one of the yelled: Get on your knees!

Hyde: And I responded with: I'm not your mother last night! And they took exception to that. *points at his bruises* But you know how that song and dance goes. *points at his blood-soaked clothing* So I killed all but one of them!

Jekyll: What happened to the last one?

Hyde: Pussed out like a bitch!

Utterson: *slamming down a frying pan*

Jekyll: *winks* Honey, you don't have to be so rough!

Utterson: *winks back* Oh, I know you like it rough!

Lanyon: OH MY GOD WHY-

Jekyll: Hi, thanks for checking in, I'm-

Jekyll: *singing* -still a piece of rubbish!

Jekyll, waking up to Hyde looming at his bedside: WHOA!!!

Hyde: Room service!

Jekyll: You didn't even knock!

Hyde: Oh, I don't work here.

Jekyll: Walk in?!

Hyde: *cackles maniacally*

Jekyll: *screams*

Utterson: It's so cold hell has frozen over. Hyde can testify. Right?

Hyde: Utterson, there is a special place in hell for me.

Hyde: The throne.

Utterson: Hey!

Jekyll: What?

Utterson: Did you fall from Heaven?

Jekyll: No, but Hyde did scrape his knee crawling out of hell.

Utterson: …

Utterson: *tabs Hyde on the shoulder* Mr. Hyde, I think?

Hyde: *thinking* Try to imagine him in his underwear …

Jekyll: Hyde, wtf!

Hyde: *imagines Utterson in his undergarments*

Hyde: Oh no, he's hot!

Utterson: ???

Lanyon: Hey, man!

Hyde: *punches him in the face*

Lanyon: Ow, hey, what the hell is wrong with you?!

Hyde: Level Up!

Jekyll: Doctor, I think I might be a homosexual.

Lanyon: How can you tell?

Jekyll: *pukes rainbows*

Jekyll: Who parked their coach-

Jekyll: -on my sandwich?!

Sir Danvers Carew: I did!

Jekyll: *turns into Hyde*

Jekyll: It's so beautiful out here!

Utterson: Yeah, it's just you, me and the moon.

Moon: Hey!

Moon: You two should kiss!

Utterson, to Jekyll: Hey! You know who's gay?

*wedding music plays*

Utterson: Us. <3

Jekyll: :)

Lanyon: You look pretty.

Jekyll: What did you say?

Lanyon: Uh, I said you look shitty! Good night, Jekyll!

Jekyll: …

Hyde: You sure you wanna see that?

Lanyon: Hell yeah, dude!

Hyde: Okay, check this out! *drinks the formula and transforms*

Jekyll: SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Lanyon: HOLY CRAP!!!

Lanyon: Roses are red, violets are blue-

Lanyon: -I thought I was ugly, until I met you!

Edward Hyde: Roses are red, roses are white-

Edward Hyde: -roses are yellow, stop with the fucking stereotype!

Utterson: Oh, a kitten!

Poole: Careful, Sir, he has a knife.

Hyde: *hides a knife* Huh, uh, no, I don't! ^^

Jekyll, singing: Oh my god, look at that face-

Hyde: -if you're feeling suicidal, you've come to the right place!

Hyde, thinking: You gotta start talking. He wants you to respond. Say something stupid.

Hyde: I wasn't thinking about killing you.

Utterson: Awww, thank you! ^^

Hyde, thinking: Nailed it!

Lanyon: The two men meet at a card table, write down all their little emotional problems, a little playing cards, take turns being honest - slapping them down.

Lanyon: The older guys goes first, he goes:

Utterson: Hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is Gabriel and I'm a Virgo.

Lanyon: The younger goes:

Hyde: Hello, my name is Edward, I'm a PSYCHO!

Utterson: Oookay, uh, my turn, my father used to lock me in a closet, when I was three.

Hyde: My dad came out of the closet, when I was four! ;P

Utterson: …

Hyde: …

Lanyon: …

Utterson: Well, I can't have an orgasm, unless I'm on top.

Hyde: I can't have an orgasm, unless I'm on CRACK!

Utterson: Alright, well, listen, I have an imaginary friend named Henry Jekyll.

Hyde: YOU KNOW HENRY JEKYLL?!

Utterson: Alright, look, I'm neurotic, I need to see other people.

Hyde: I'm schizophrenic, I AM OTHER PEOPLE!!! SCREEEEE-

Utterson: Alright, take the pie, you win.

Jekyll, singing: I can show you the world-

Lanyon: I don't wanna see it!

Jekyll, singing: Okay. :(

Utterson, singing: Hey, how are you doing?

Jekyll, singing: Well, I'm doing just fine-

Jekyll, singing: -I lied, I'm dying inside-

Hyde: Don't worry, Gabe! I'll never let you explode! ^^

Utterson: That's good.

Hyde: Unless it's inside of me! ;)

Utterson: …

Hyde, to Utterson: Aww, you're so adorable!

Hyde: I could just squeeze you to death!

Hyde, hoarsely: My voice is gone again.

Lanyon: From sucking too much dick?

Hyde: Yeah.

Lanyon: *snorts*

Lanyon realises what Hyde just said: *coughs awkwardly*

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out! Fuck this shit, I'm out - no thanks!

Lanyon, singing: Don't mind me, I'll just grab my stuff and leave, excuse me please-

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out - nope! Fuck this shit, I'm out - alright then!

Lanyon, singing: I don't know, what the fuck just happened, but I don't really care, imma gtfo here-

Lanyon, singing: Fuck this shit, I'm out!

Jekyll: …

Hyde, singing: Go, suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a motherf*cking dick!

Jekyll, playing the piano and singing: Suck a dick, suck a huge or small dick-

Jekyll: *realises, what he's singing* D8

Hyde: >;D

Utterson: *pointing at Lisa Carew* YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE HER!!!

Jekyll: AND WHY NOT?!

Utterson: Because I love you.

Jekyll: O///O

Utterson: *carries him off bridal style*

Lisa Carew: I just can't even- <3 ^^

Jekyll & Utterson, singing: Can you feel the love-

Hyde, singing: To-niihiiihii-

Jekyll: Really? -_-

Hyde: Sorry. ^^;

Jekyll: I'll be forever alone.

Hyde: You got me! ^^

Jekyll: No, like, someone who makes me feel better.

Hyde: I can make you feel better, last night, last night, you did- :(

Hyde: A poem!

Hyde: Roses are red, violets are blue-

Hyde: -be my Valentine! I'm waiting for you!

Hyde: Blood is red, bruises are blue-

Hyde: Don't say no.

Jekyll: …

Hyde: OH MY GOD!!!

Hyde: You're gorgeous! ;)

Jekyll: O_O

Jekyll: Hastie, we're in a plane crash site.

Lanyon: I know, we just, kinda, cold opened our work day in a plane crash site.

Jekyll: You know what I feel weird about?

Lanyon: What?

Jekyll: What exactly are we doing here?

Lanyon: Being doctors?

Jekyll: I know, the FBI are here, the police are here, there's just one problem: everybody is dead. They don't really need doctors.

Lanyon: I guess we're just here to do our jobs

Jekyll: Okay. We have to figure out what happened to this guy.

Lanyon: I'm pretty sure I know what happened to him: he died in a plane crash.

Jekyll: This is stupid.

Lanyon: I know!

Jekyll: What if we just lay down on these seats and pretend that we're dead? Then maybe, we won't have to do our jobs.

Lanyon: Well, I can't see anything wrong with that.

Both: *fall into the seats*

Jekyll: Urgh, I'm dead.

Lanyon: *makes weird noises*

Utterson: *hears them* Holy shit! We have two survivors over here!

Lanyon: Oh shit!

Jekyll: Aw, fuck.

Inspector Newcomen: You guys are a miracle!

Jekyll: *pretending to be waking up* What happened?

Lanyon: Am I still sleeping?

Utterson: You survived a devastating plane crash!

Jekyll: We'll just go. Don't worry about it.

Lanyon: That plane crash really tired us up.

Jekyll, whispering: We're in too deep!

Lanyon, whispering back: Screwed it!

Utterson: If you go to court, you're gonna get millions!

Jekyll, whispering again: Millions?

Lanyon, whispering back again: Yeah, Millions!

Jekyll: We will see where this takes us! :D

Jekyll, to Utterson: Gabriel, I love you!

Utterson: I-I-

Hyde: But Gabriel, I also love you!

Jekyll: But now two of us love you! Who will you choose?

Utterson: …

Utterson: Why don't we just all fuck each other?

Jekyll & Hyde: ???

Utterson: Y'know, just one big fuck pile.

Jekyll: Okay.

Hyde: Sounds good to me.

Utterson: Okay! Besides, even after your separation, you're still one person, so whatever way I choose, I get the whole package anyway.

Jekyll: Good point.

Hyde: Let's go!

Poole: Finally, the house is clean.

Hyde, munching sweets and getting crumps all over the place: Good, don't forget to take out the trash.

Poole: O_e

Hyde, outside of the house in a trashcan: WHAT DID I DO?!

Hyde: Hey, I have a secret to tell you!

Lanyon: Oh my god, what?

Hyde: Come closer!

Lanyon: *comes closer*

Hyde: *punches him in the face*

Poole: Mr. Hyde, please go, put those knives back.

Hyde: YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING!!! *crawls back into the kitchen*

Enfield: Hyde is so annoying.

Hyde, randomly crawling out of the fiery pits of hell: I heard you were talking shit about me?

Enfield: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Utterson: …

Utterson: Hey, Siri! Call my boyfriend.

Siri: Which one?

Utterson: B-)

Jekyll, singing: When I think about my worries and I think about my strife-

Jekyll, singing: -here is what I simply say:

Edward Hyde, just transformed: AHHHH!!!

Jekyll: I'm a respectable Victorian gentleman. I have no animalistic urges-

Hyde: Pffff-

Jekyll: I don't engage in acts of debauchery-

Hyde: *snorts* Yeah, sure.

Jekyll: And I have no unnatural emotions-

Utterson: *exists*

Jekyll: …

Hyde: *grins*

Jekyll: Shit.

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Saioumota Week Day 1

I am new to posting on this app, and do not know how to make a readmore. I'm sorry.

Please, do not hesitate to point out any grammatical, misspellings or characterization errors. I will do my best to fix it immediately.

@saioumotaweek

(pregame/postgame/afterlife)

7:30

"Glad you two caught me," Shuuichi smiled as he entered the room with Kokichi. "I was about to head out."

"Ehh?!" Kokichi complained. "But it's New Year's, Shuumai! Stay here!"

Shuuichi simply giggled, "New Year's Eve. And it's a private detective office Ko. I'm vice-head. I can't very well skip when Uncle's making everyone else report."

"No one'll be mad! You overwork yourself anyway! Today's the perfect time to stay in and cuddle with your boyfriends."

"Still unfair. The office is flooded with adultery cases at this time of the year. Next time tell me earlier and I'll be sure to schedule a leave, okay? Ah, I'm gonna be late-" Shuuichi quickly made his way towards the door and shoved his shoes and coat on.

"Be safe." Kaito kissed his forehead. "Don't forget to pull your hood up."

"Mhm. Bye, love you!"

3:00 pm

"Ugh!" Kokichi exclaimed.

"What's going on?!" Kaito immediately yelled back taking the stairs two at a time to get to where Kokichi was.

What he expects to find that Kokichi had stubbed his door into a dresser and was gonna over-dramatise it and make Kaito kiss it better.

Instead what he sees is Kokichi simply sitting on the floor with gift wrapper scattered everywhere.

"Huh?"

Kokichi turned towards his direction and pouted.

"Remember when Nanami-chan texted and she said that we'd celebrate Hinata-chan's birthday with Kuwata-chans's on the third rather than tomorrow since everyone would be with their families on New Year?"

"Yeah?"

Kokichi pointed towards the mess on the floor.

"Well, I already got the gifts but I haven't wrapped them yet, so, yeah."

Kaito looked around at all the torn gift wrap, tape, and ribbons around the floor.

"...Kokichi? Do you not know how to wrap gifts?"

The answer was clear by the looks of the room. It had taken an extremely long time but Kaito had learned to see the slight change of expression as Kokichi weighed the pros and cons of either lying and shooing him away or telling the truth and getting his help.

"... Yeah. I don't. Never needed to before."

"Okay, I'll help you." Kaito kneeled down and grabbed one of the gifts. "...Really? A DIY grow-your-own-girlfriend kit?"

Kokichi giggled. "Some Danganronpees-" Now Kaito laughed at that fanbase name Kokichi coined. "-recognized me so I quickly went into the nearest store- which happened to be a prank shop, bought two of the same thing, and then bailed. They'll be grateful I didn't just lump it in with their Christmas gifts. But since I half-assed the gift so much, I at least wanna make the presentation look nice. So..." Kokichi waved a scrap of gift wrap around.

Kaito laughed again. "Okay, so, first you need to actually measure the amount of giftwrap to the gift itself. Unlike Shuu, I really just, y'know, eyeball this."

Kaito quickly laid the gift in the center of some wrapping paper and cut an amount of space around it then waited for Kokichi to do the same.

"Then, you fold this side over the gift, and this other side over that, then secure it with tape." Kaito quickly made a circle with the tape around his fingers then put it on the box.

"You fold this side down- tape. And then, the small triangles go inward. And then the bottom flap goes up- tape. Other side's the same way. Easy, right?"

"Huh?" Kokichi complained looking over. "Your tape is barely visible at all!"

"Takes practice. I always helped Grandma wrap the gifts for family. Yours is pretty damn good for a first timer though." Kaito complimented, turning his gift over. "Now, just put the ribbon under. Make it so it's this sorta cross then-" Kaito turned the gift over again. "Let them meet and seal with a bow!"

"This was easier than I thought." Kokichi happily hummed. "Hey- do you think Shuumai will be proud of me?"

"Dunno. But all that's left to do now is label it."

"Done!"

"Great! Lemme see! ... Oh." Kaito said as he realized that both of their gifts have been labelled as being for Hinata.

"Okay..." Kaito sighed and stretched his arms. "I'll redo mine. You go do whatever."

"Really? Yay! Thank you Kai-chan!"

6:00 pm

"I'm home!" Shuuichi shouted, instantly making Kaito's day.

"Welcome home, Shuumai!!!" Kokichi launched himself into Shuuichi's arms making the bluehead stumble back.

"How have you been? I've missed you terribly! Kai-chan gave me the most horrible day today! Wanna know what happened?!"

"I'll drop you."

"WAAA!! AND NOW YOU'RE BEING MEAN TO ME TOO!"

Despite all their training, Kaito could see that Shuuichi was already tired and carrying their midget boyfriend wasn't exactly helping.

Standing up, he carefully transferred Kokichi to his own arms and carefully angling himself as to not hit the purplette anywhere he kissed Shuuichi's forehead.

"Welcome home, Shuu." He said, and set Kokichi down.

Smiling warmly, Shuuichi hugged them both, "I'm glad to be back."

7:30 pm

"You think that's done?" Kaito asked uncertainly as he looked at the creamy yellow sauce.

"Yeah, good job! Just pour it into the pasta and done." Shuuichi grinned before reaching into the cabinet and pulling out plates and cutlery.

"Smells yummy! Oooh, mac n' cheese!" Kokichi poked his head into the kitchen. "Y'know, thank goodness that even if it's Kai-chan's turn, Shuumai decided to help him. Otherwise, our last dinner of the year would be sooooo gross."

"Hey, you little shit!-"

"Have a seat at the bar. Dinner will be ready soon," Shuuichi smiled. "I made Kaito cook chicken as well and you are not complaining."

10:00 pm

Kaito sighed as he heard the familiar high-energy music bounce through the living room while waiting for the pot to boil.

He carefully transferred the hot water to mugs and dropped the tea bags Amami had gotten for them on one of his travels. After waiting for them to infuse he quickly took them out and threw it in the bin.

"I don't understand why you do this," Kaito mentions as he carried the two mugs to his boyfriends.

"Apple Cinnamon?" Shuuichi asked not bothering to look at Kaito or answer the question.

"Yeah," Kaito handed him a mug and Kokichi the other.

"It's cuz they're sick fucks." Kokichi snapped, answering Kaito's earlier question. He jabbed a finger at the screen as if it would stop Sonia refuting Hinata identifying Nanami as the traitor. "Of course they'd do this. Of course. On the eve of the protag's birthday. Of course."

"I see..." Deciding to be blunt, Kaito continued, "I don't think this was a good idea though, tonight was supposed to be happy but all you two are doing is giving those asses a higher viewership revenue."

"Yeah..." Shuuichi said staring somewhere else.

Kaito simply sighed, picking up the remote and changing the channel.

"I love you both, you know that? Please stop doing this to yourself."

Shuuichi hummed. "Yeah, love you too."

He set his mug down and hugged Kaito. After a while Kokichi decided to simply slip between their arms and they stay like that for a while

11:59 pm

"10!" The TV screamed.

"9!" Kokichi shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran into the room.

"Ko..." Shuuichi trailed off.

"Whaaat? Everyone's still awake by now. Only losers aren't."

"5." Kaito interrupted, smiling.

"4." Shuuichi continued.

"3! 2! 1! Happy New Years!!!!" Kokichi screamed. After hugging them one at a time, Kokichi bounced around.

Giggling, Shuuichi pulled out a wreath from behind the TV and hung it on their door.

"To a better year for everyone and our families?" Shuuichi asked uncertainly.

"Absolutely."

"Anyway... we should go to bed. We're going to a shrine tomorrow and then Kai-chan's grandparents! I'm excited for cookies and mochi!" Kokichi exclaimed.

"Weren't you the one who said only losers are asleep by now?" Shuuichi wondered.

"Yeah! Before the countdown! Duh..."

Laughing, as he remembered how much Kokichi loved his grandparent's mochi last year, he quickly agreed. "Fine, but we're cuddling some more, got that?"

"Yup! Did I ever say we weren't gonna?" Kokichi grinned, crossing his arms behind his head.

Yeah... it'd be a better year for everyone. Kaito was certain of that.

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Animage May 2012 - Interview with Ayahi Takagaki (Kurama), Konno Jun (Hamano) and Yoshino Hiroyuki (Hayami)

Full scans can be found here: http://inazuma.pmsinfirm.org/?p=222

Notes: The very first magazine article I tried to translate - three years later I FINALLY finished it. One of the few articles about my beloved Kurama~

Round Table Discussion - Raimon Second Year Close Up Talk

‘Don’t Call Us The Stay At Home Trio!’

While they’re second years along with Shindou and Kirino, they don’t have a character song or even a role in the movie? They may not play a spectacularly important role, but they keep going strong, without ever giving up. They are the definition of Raimon Spirit! We looked back over the first series with the actors who play this unshakable trio.

Out of the second year trio, Kurama has probably grown the most.

Hayami, Hamano and Kurama are referred to as the ‘Second Year Trio’ among fans, but they also have another nickname - the ‘Stay at Home Trio’.

Konno: That’s because we were left behind when everyone went to God Eden (laughs).

Yoshino: But if anything did happen, how were we three supposed to stop it?

Takagaki: Seriously!

You could also say you three play the ‘unsung heroes’ of Raimon, but what was your first impression of your character?

Konno: Hmm. The first time I saw his design, I noticed Hamano’s hands were directly thrust into his pants. Not in pockets.

Takagaki: Is he a child?

Konno: Right, I thought he must be a mischievous, childish sort of kid, but in reality he’s not really that kind of person. He’s very light-hearted, and he often shows that he does think seriously about things.

In what way were you instructed to play him?

Konno: I was first told ‘In any case, just play him with a carefree air,’. In the first match against Eito, he says ‘Minamisawa-saaaan~’ and passes the ball, but the sound director told me to play it with less intensity. Even if it felt like he had no determination, that was okay. Furthermore, Endou’s story feels like it was made in the Showa era (older), but Tenma’s story feels like the Heisei era (modern). Hamano and Hayami and the others speak more like modern teenagers.* I feel like keeping that in mind solidified Hamano’s character for me.

*It’s hard to translate this part, but recently young Japanese have a tendency to say things that sound like the opposite to what they mean. So, instead of saying ‘it is,’ they would say ‘isn’t it?’. The meaning is the same but the way of saying it is different. Kind of confusing. Sugoi means amazing, right? Sugokunai means ‘not amazing’, but when young people say it they mean ‘amazing’. I’m bad at explaining it, I’m sorry! Basically they speak like modern Japanese teenagers in GO. They sound younger.

Takagaki: In my case, when I first saw Kurama’s design I thought to myself ‘He’s so tiny!’ (laughs). Before the anime started, one of the staff members said to me ‘In any case, please play him as kind of an unpleasant person.’ And then Level Five’s Hino (Akihiro) said to me that ‘Kurama is Suneo*.’ (laughs)

*Honekawa Suneo/ Sneech from Doraemon. A spoiled rich kid who likes to show off to his friends to make them jealous. His personality is cunning, prideful, arrogant and narcissistic.

Konno: Huh? (laughs)

Takagaki: Before the show started, I imagined he was some kind of spoiled rich kid ‘Nori-chama’ (laughs), but that wasn’t what was meant at all - I would say it’s more like he’s a counter or foil to the main character. That’s what was meant by those words. You feel that Kurama is completely against the winds of revolution that Tenma brings. So I think he was meant to be disliked by fans who support Tenma.

He’s a kind of an unpleasant senpai, isn’t he?

Takagaki: He is. But Kurama also has passionate feelings about soccer, and he’s a pretty good kid. What I was particularly careful about was how to show the sense of distance he felt in his heart towards Tenma and free soccer as it got smaller. In the second half of the anime, scenes where he puts more trust in his kouhai gradually increase, and I think he really grows as a person.

He came to Tenma’s side and became a shield for him…

Takagaki: He did. His special moves aren’t really that successful (bitter laugh), but he really works hard. For their hissatsu tactics Ultimate Thunder, in the end Kurama couldn’t do it either and Tsurugi came to save them, but when Kurama sees his kouhais working hard like that, he thinks ‘Next time will be me!’

Next is Yoshino-san - in a previous talk show you said that you thought Hayami was ‘some kind of penalty game’.

Yoshino: Yes. At first I felt like ‘I’m really gonna play this guy?’ and that it would be difficult (laughs). But since I heard adult Kidou would appear too I was glad I got to play two completely different roles. Hayami is, in any case, a negative guy and I’ve given up on thinking he’s gonna develop past that, since he’s consistently negative about everything. But I wonder is that what’s interesting about him?

Takagaki: But in the end, in episode 45, Hayami became really positive!

Yoshino: Since everyone else was so happy and excited, he probably thought he couldn’t be the only one not all pumped up? (laughs)

Takagaki: No! Surely he was actually that happy too!

Konno: Wouldn’t it be a real shame that if even after they’d conquered the Holy Road and defeated Fifth Sector he was still negative?

Yoshino: But, well, his basic personality hasn’t changed. If it were up to me, I’d probably say to Hayami ‘If you’re not gonna just play soccer, then get out of here already!’

Takagaki: Don’t be like that! Hayami is trying his best! Everyone in Raimon was burdened with having to compromise by playing controlled soccer for a really long time, but he’s had the same feeling as everyone else for wanting to play free soccer all this time! So I think that in the end all of us in this three person team got to show our true selves!

Yoshino: Well, I guess. Out of the three of them, I would say Kurama in particular. He’s grown a lot.

Please tell us about the most memorable scene for you from the first series.

Konno: The scene that had the biggest impact was when Hamano took a pass and said ‘I ended up taking it… (against his better judgement)’. Hamano’s passes are often intercepted during matches. That seems to be his role (laughs).

Takagaki: He says like ‘Huh?’ a lot (laughs).

Yoshino: It’s becoming a bit like Hamano is the gap in the team.

Konno: Even so, he’s only benched when he’s injured. Kidou-san uses Hamano more than you’d expect.

Yoshino: He really does. Hama-chan is used all the time.

Then, in episode 19 when the talk turned to ‘starting a revolution’ Hamano was in the most high spirits.

Konno: He suddenly became super hyped up all by himself (laughs). He said ‘Wouldn’t a Resistance be cool?’. With those goggles he wears on his head doesn’t he look like the hero of a beloved anime series? They’re different to Hayami’s glasses and there’s no real purpose to them (laughs).

Takagaki: Kurama’s most memorable scene was… It’s gotta be when Minamisawa-san quit the club and Kurama exploded at Tenma about everything he was thinking. Up until then, Raimon could only play soccer following the rules they were given - they understood that it was all they could do - when Tenma entered the club and demolished Raimon’s way of doing things. Because of that, the forward wearing the number 10 shirt, Minamisawa-san, who worked together with the forward wearing the number 11 shirt, Kurama, left. ‘We put up with everything because we have no choice, so don’t interfere!’ he vented, showing how he felt about soccer.

Tenma became pretty depressed when Kurama yelled at him.

Takagaki: He did. But Kurama did have a good point, and I think by speaking up it made an impact on Tenma and the others.

Yoshino: My most memorable moment in the whole series was when Sangoku actually managed to catch a shoot.

Konno/ Takagaki: (laughs)

Yoshino: If you compare Inazuma GO’s Holy Road and Inazuma Eleven’s Football Frontier, there’s definitely more goals - at least one - scored against Raimon.

Takagaki: Really?

Yoshino: Endou definitely makes a difference.

Endou Kantoku should teach Sangoku some goalkeeper moves.

Takagaki: Yeah!

Yoshino: He’s probably given up on Sangoku’s potential. ‘This kid’s a lost cause,’ (laughs)

Konno: Don’t say that! (laughs) But Sangoku really is loved by everyone.

Whenever Sangoku goes to save a goal, the cast seem to point out ‘No, it’s impossible!’

Takagaki: That’s true. Well, during test runs.

Konno: Hey, it’s mostly Nojima-san and Yoshino-san (laughs).

Yoshino: Hey, everyone does it!

(All together) (laughs)

Takagaki: When we all went out to dinner together before, and broccoli came in our salad, Saiga (Mitsuki - Shindou) san and the others got really excited about it. Everyone ate Sangoku-san and he was delicious. (laughs)

Next, what was Hayami’s most memorable scene?

Yoshino: Hayami is always like ‘Waaaa, waaa - it’s hopeless!’ That’s what I find most memorable about him because he’s always saying that.

But wasn’t the scene he did Zero Yon against Kaiou Gakuen pretty cool?

Takagaki: Yeah, that was cool!

Yoshino: I guess. Even if he started it by crouching down.

Konno/ Takagaki: (laughs)

Yoshino: It was like he suddenly crouched down in the middle of the match and told everyone ‘Wait a sec, wait a sec! I’m gonna dribble!’

Konno: He completely stopped moving. (laughs) But it’s an easy hissatsuwazza to understand.

Yoshino: It’s funny and very Inazuma-like. I think it’s good that kids can mimic it easily.

When the match was over it was cute how Hamano sympathised with Hayami.

Takagaki: Those two really are close! I think it’s a great relationship.

Yoshino: Yeah, Hayami’s always fishing with Hama-chan.

Konno: Hayami always comes with me when I go fishing. I’m grateful.

Takagaki: I’m jealous that you get to see a lot of those two outside of school and the soccer club.

Konno: But at the beginning there was scenes of all three of them in the classroom together. They’re probably all in the same class.

Yoshino: I wonder what class Nishiki is. Although he suddenly returned to Japan out of nowhere.

Takagaki: I want to see more of the second years’ lives back then and how they interact with each other. Personally I want to see Kurama’s regular clothes too. An episode like from Endou’s series, where everyone goes to an amusement park or something!

In the ending theme Kanari Junjou there was a tiny bit. Kurama was talking on the phone to his parents about what today’s errands were, and Hamano seemed to be playing games.

Takagaki: That’s true! I’m glad we could see just a little bit of their normal lives.

Konno: Hamano seems to have a smartphone. He’s holding it with two hands.

Yoshino: A smartphone? You??

Konno: Yes! (laughs)

Takagaki: I want to see everyone’s families.

Yoshino: I wonder what Hama-chan’s house is like?

Takagaki: Doesn’t he seem like he comes from a big family?

Yoshino: Like he’d be the second youngest of five siblings?

Konno: He’s definitely not the oldest.

Yoshino: Ham-chan doesn’t have the sense of being an older sibling. (laughs)

What could Hayami be doing in the ending theme? He looks disappointed.

Yoshino: I wonder if he’s reading his emails.

Takagaki: Like ‘No emails. Only magazine subscriptions.’ or something.

Yoshino: ‘Today’s horoscope is shit too,’ or something.

Konno: That’s harsh!

Now let’s talk about your other roles. Please tell us about your feelings for this past year.

Takagaki: I also play Aoyama. Aoyama was part of the second team, then quit the club but when he saw how Raimon rebelled against Fifth Sector he returned to the club. But he still doesn’t really have many chances to actually play…

He was sulking a little bit about that with Ichino on the bus.

Takagaki: He was! (laughs) He probably thought he’d be made a regular right way when Minamisawa-san left.

Yoshino: I thought so! (laughs)

Konno: If luck was on his side! (laughs)

Takagaki: There was already an episode where Amagi-senpai was worrying that all these new kids came out of nowhere and could someone keshins, and then a member of the Italian mafia came out of nowhere... (laughs)

Konno: A member of the mafia with pink hair! (laughs)

Takagaki: That’s right, Someoka-san! When they were down, he gave them some strong words. With that, they all learned that if they work hard one day their efforts would pay off. I think they were all able to realize that they really did love soccer. I think that’s why at the very end Aoyama and Ichino could finally use a combination hisstatsuwazza! Kidou-san, thank you for finally letting us play! (bows)

Yoshino: No problem. (laughs)

Takagaki: Aoyama’s played in one match before, but you could really feel he and Ichino were playing together as one during that match. Both of them were playing for every member of the second team then.

Saiga-san has also said that the ‘First years get all the best parts’ and ‘I want the hard-working upperclassmen to be appreciated more’. (Prince Animage Winter)

Takagaki: That’s it exactly!

Yoshino: But it can’t be helped.

Takagaki: When they were thinking ‘Even if I can’t do it well, I’ll still do my best!’ first years who COULD do it came and stole the show. Enter Kageyama Hikaru (laughs).

Yoshino: He was told to try by the coach. ‘I think I can do that’ ‘Okay, go for it’. (laughs)

Konno: In some ways that’s typical of a soccer player.

Yoshino: Well, it’s nice to have a lot of different characters.

Takagaki: It’s probably because there’s so many characters we’ll run out of episodes. The second years probably have a lot of scenes where they’re practicing very hard that won’t appear in the anime.

Konno: I wonder about that.

Takagaki: They’ve more than likely definitely accumulated a bunch of experiences than we haven’t seen. And in addition to that, I think the first years might not be their stimulus. Especially Kurama - he seems like a kid who thinks showing you’re putting in a lot of effort is uncool. Because he’s a kid he who tries to act cool quite a bit (laughs).

Next is Konno-san - you play the role of Kita Ichiban from Tengawara.

Yoshino: What a crazy awesome name. It sounds like the first storm of spring (laughs). Doesn’t Konno-kun have a lot of the best roles?

Konno: Maybe. But I often have roles that are in a lot of distress. (laughs) Another memorable role I had was Wanda from Kaiou Gakuen. The guy who used the keshin Onsoku no Varius.

Yoshino: That’s a better role than your main one. (laughs)

Takagaki: That’s so cool, summoning a keshin!

Konno: While we’re on the topic, I think the first keshin I summoned was with Shinoyama.

Yoshino: Ahh, Mannouzaka’s keeper.

Konno: Yeah. The little kid with dark skin and trout lips. It was established that if he summoned his keshin just once, he lost all of his energy so when Shindou’s Fortissimo came he said ‘Without a keshin I can’t - gahhhhhh!’. He’s probably the first goalkeeper to be cut off in the middle of a sentence.

Yoshino:It’s kind of the same as Sangoku’s ‘Fence of - gahhhhhhhhhhh!’ (laughs)

Konno: So Sangoku is the first.

Takagaki: Ah, I also played a member of Kuro no Kishidan. A person called Amano who can’t see in front of himself thanks to his bangs at all. (laughs)

Yoshino: Although the gaps between his bangs are pretty wide.

Konno: That kind of mysterious vibe is fitting for Kuro no Kishidan. I was Kizaki. He has a hairstyle similar to Shishido’s.

So, if we turn the talk back to Kita.

Konno: Tengawara is a school controlled by Fifth Sector, and there are a lot of violent guys who use rough plays, and Kita is the only member who is in anyway close to Raimon. He’s a very respectable, decent kid, so he was an easy role to play. I could easily understand his way of thinking.

After the match it seems like Kita contacted Shindou to tell him that Tengawara were supporting Raimon.

Konno: In other words, those two have each other’s phone numbers! (laughs) Kita-kun is popular with a lot of the female cast, with Saiga-san always saying ‘Kita is a really good kid, a really good kid!’.

About characters from Endou’s story - Konno-san was Domon and Takagaki-san was Touko.

Takagaki: She doesn’t appear in the games, but when she became an adult Touko was one of the spectators of the Holy Road.

Konno: She took off her hat and wore a skirt.

Takagaki: I wonder if she’s still helping out her father prime minister Zaizen. Since she was already part of the special police when she was in middleschool.

Konno: SP Fixers wasn’t it?

Takagaki: Naturally I also want her to continue with soccer, and I think I’d like her to help get girls more excited about soccer. In the world series there were no female teams, which I thought was definitely frustrating. But when she appeared again after an interval her hissatsuwazza had levelled up and that made me happily think, aah she’s still giving her all with soccer! Even if you’re a girl, you can still play soccer together with boys! Soccer has nothing to do with gender! That mindset was the kind of kid she symbolized. I think I want her to keep her passion for soccer even when she becomes an adult.

We have a lot of female readers who said they started playing soccer after seeing Touko, Rika and Reina.

Takagaki: Really? That makes me happy!

Yoshino: It’s become a soccer boom.

Konno: Ahh, Nadeshiko Japan. (*Pink Japan, girly Japan)

Takagaki: That’s right! If we could see a Nadeshiko boom over the next year, Touko may also possibly be involved… (laughs) But I’m happy that soccer is finally becoming a sport for girls.

Yoshino: Touko won’t enter the world of politics?

How about aiming for the first female prime minister?

Yoshino: (in English) YES WE CAN.

Konno: That’s the president! (laughs)

Yoshino: Even if she doesn’t become the prime minister, she could promote sports.

Takagaki: Yeah, she could!

In any case, Prime Minister Zaizen and Touko probably wanted to do something about Fifth Sector.

Takagaki: They were probably some of the first people affected by them… (laughs)

Yoshino: Yeah. Whyyy, Touko?

Takagaki: Even though prime minister Zaizen should love soccer so much…

Yoshino: But wouldn’t the prime minister have changed?

Takagaki: But isn’t he still the prime minister in Danball Senki?

Konno: That’s right, he’s too busy with the battle in that world to do anything (laughs). Since Kudou Kantoku and Megane-kun are doing their best over here.

Yoshino: But at the end of the season those guys were working really hard behind the scenes, so just where were they during the story? (laughs)

If these 3 appeared in the movie…?

If these 3 also went to God Eden, which senpai would you like to see them train with?

Takagaki: Aoyama was part of Kabeyama’s team, going along with Sangoku-san’s practice. He didn’t really do his own training… (laughs). But I was really happy he protected a girl!

Konno: If they could have gone to God Eden… Since it’s an island Hamano would have wanted to go into the sea, wouldn’t he? Since his hobby is fishing in the sea.

Yoshino: Is it? Oi oi, the one we go to is just a fish pond, isn’t it? It’s not the sea at all, just a pool! (laughs)

Konno: I guess so (laughs). So he’d want to go see the sea. Call Tsunami-san to be his trainer!

Takagaki: Tsunami-san as a surfing instructor! That would be great!

Yoshino: Tsunami-san doesn’t appear in the main story at all, huh. Anyway, I guess Hayami would go along with that training too. And kind of freak out about it.

Speaking of Hayami, he’s the team’s fastest runner. Would he train himself that way?

Yoshino: But that’s not really shown in the anime, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. When the opponent has the ball, he starts panicking that he can’t chase them. Hayami, you can’t be like that! (laughs)

Well then, what about Kurama?

Takagaki: I want him to train his shoot power! So he do the sandboard training with Tsurugi, Kageyama-kun and Nishiki, with Fubuki-san teaching them. When Fubuki visited them he said that Kurama made a good shoot full of his feelings, and when Endou first came he praised Kurama ‘As expected of a Raimon forward’. Even though he said something like ‘Tch!’ I think he was really happy.

Kurama looks like he’d fit in well in a dessert, so that’s appropriate.

Takagaki: That’s true. And his hissatsuwazza is a snake. Yeah it really feels like a dessert would suit Kurama.

Although the sandboard training was to improve their body balance.

Takagaki: Oh right. Since Kurama’s a technical forward, if he could do something to help increase his power he could use the Ultimate Thunder attack.

#inazuma translations #inazuma go #kurama norihito #hamano kaiji #hayami tsurumasa #konno jun #ayahi takagaki #yoshino #uhhh #i forget his first name #sorry this is bad #kita ichiban #zaizen touko #who else #wanda nao #fuck nao something i cant remember #amano

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Bokuto yawned into Kuroo’s chest, tired and unwilling to get up. His boyfriend’s chest made for a good enough pillow and Bokuto felt content sleeping in for once. For someone who moved with as much energy as him, Bokuto needed to sleep just as soundly. Then the snore cracked the peace of the room. The soft morning light had yet to get Bokuto awake enough to really jump out of bed. The demon sound of Kuroo snoring? That could wake the dead. Bokuto had nothing left to live for if he could not even sleep soundly, so his only motivation was revenge. His body sluggish but his mind honed in to his surroundings and staying awake, Bokuto manage to grab the nearest pillow, and slam it down over Kuroo’s snoring face. “BRO!” Kuroo yelled, but it was deep and harsh around the edge from having just woken up. He sounded like a scary demon, in Bokuto’s head, but Bokuto lacked any fear looking at his bed-head-boyfriend. “You okay? I tried to go easy on you since you were sleepin’.” Bokuto’s voice also lacked clarity, the boom and joy in his voice toned down significantly when he still needed to find his morning voice. “G-go easy on me, huh?!” Kuroo grabbed another pillow and tossed it Bokuto’s stupid grinning face. “I’m declaring war!” “Waaa! I’m sorry! You’re just an ugly sleeper so I had to wake you up!” “Are you kidding me? I’m a model every second of my life! I could be taking the dump of a life and be a 10/10!” Kuroo announced with unbridled pride, punctuated with a pillow-hit to Bokuto’s shoulder. “Yeah, Mr. Model, you’re pretty, but at what cost?” Bokuto asked while smacking a pillow against Kuroo’s sides. “Ya can’t even hit well!” “Oh, you are so wrong!” Their fight continued for barely two minutes, but it was enough for their sleepy selves get tired out and relax back into the other’s arms. Since neither felt like going back to sleep, they just got to rest and enjoy the way the room filled with more and more light. Bokuto was mostly happy since it meant he got to continue his ideal morning cuddles resting his face on Kuroo’s chest, but didn’t have to deal with all the snoring.

#Bokuto Kotarou #Kuroo Tetsurou #BoKuroo #HQ!!#Drabble post

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Cafè Boy

So okay, this is from my Fanfic account called Mumukyu. This one is a multi chapter fanfic, which has 3 chapters already.

Chapter One: The Girl Named Lucy

Growing up without a mother was one of the hardest things a girl could go through. My mother had died giving birth to me, leaving my father to raise a baby on his own. My father was one of the wealthiest men in all of Fiore, Jude Heartfillia. Most people think that my father tossed me aside so he could focus on making more money and getting more business deals, well guess what? You’re completely wrong, my father actually took time off work to take care of me, with the help of my mother’s most trusted maids.

He did have to go back to work after a month, but it never stopped him from coming home to see his daughter. I love my father more than anyone else in the world, he is always by myside, guiding me to make the choices I should make. I may have never met my mom, but my dad always tells me stories about how they met, and how they fell in love. According to a maid that served my mother I was the complete opposite to her, but I was an exact replica. I had gotten her pale blonde hair, he chocolate brown eyes, but I gotten my attitude from my dad.

I was seven when my dad first took me to her grave, he didn’t take me sooner because he thought I wasn’t ready enough. ~Flashback~ “Daddy? Is mommy an angel now?” I asked him. We were standing in front of her grave. I was looking at her headstone and above it was an angel crouching down, as if she was praying. Her grave was surrounded by all kinds of different flowers, roses, daisy’s, lilies.

“Your mom is up in heaven with all the other kind hearted people, I’m sure she’s looking down on you right now. She must be so proud to have a daughter like you Lucy.” He replied, he was looking at me with the most loving expression. ~End of Flashback~

I knew how much he had loved mom, but seeing it in person was a heartfelt experience. Losing the woman, you love, but brining in a new life that the both of you have created. I could not begin to process my father had to go through. We lived on the outskirts of Hargeon Town when I was a child, but soon my father thought it would be a good idea to move into Magnolia, the largest town of Fiore, and the town that held the most elite school: Sabertooth Private Academy. I wasn’t interested in going to a private school, but I soon found out from my father that I could stay at home instead of the dorms, and that they had a writing school inside the academy! My father knows of my writing abilities, considering the fact that I write him stories for his travels. Every time he left for a new business meeting, I would make sure to come up with a short story. Though, I do not know if he wants me to take over the family business or if I can follow my dream of being a writer. Of course we were not going to sell this house, he told me it would be our vacation home and that it was only a 3 hour ride from Hargeon to Magnolia.

“What should I do!? I CAN’T FIND A GOOD ENDING FOR MY STORY” I yelled out loud, banging my head against my desk. Letting my head sit there for a minute, “once again writers blocked has taken over.” My voice turned into a soft voice. This was the 3rd time this week. I lazily took my head off the desk and stared at my laptop.

Nothing I typed seemed to match with the rest of my story. Romance stories was one of the few genres I couldn’t write. I’ve written many other types, fantasy, horror, heck I even written a children’s book! But never have I attempted romance, I mean do not get me wrong, romance novels are the one type of books that I can never put down. It’s just I’ve never experienced any type of romance before! Sure, father gives me all kinds of freedom, but when it comes to boys he puts his foot down (and so do I). One of my closet friends, Yukino, has been dating one of my friends, Sting, since we were freshman, and whenever we are all together they’re always being lovey dovey. Leaving me and Rouge uncomfortable. I was nearly reaching the age of 17, and so far no boy has caught my interest. Then again before I moved to magnolia I didn’t have friends.

“Maybe I should call Yukino and she if she wants to hang…” I said aloud, wondering if the girl was on a date with Sting or not. Pulling out my phone I sent her a quick text seeing if she wanted to hang out, instantly I received a text saying she’s free. Throwing my phone on the bed, I started towards the closet.

Of course wearing a fancy dress to a simple café would attract too much attention to myself. So I settled on a pair of Nike shorts, and a blank tank. I pulled my hair out of my face and into a quick bun. Grabbing my pairs of tennis shoes, I ran out the room into the hallway passing all the servants along the way.

It took 20 minutes for me to reach the café, scanning the room I soon found her sitting in the same booth, we claimed this booth ours the first time we came here.

“Hello Lucy-sama!” her bubbly voice called out, she started calling me that when she found out who my father was. She claimed that I should be treated like a princess, though the countless times I’ve told her to just call me Lucy. “I ordered you the usual when I arrived.”

“Hey Yukino, sorry I’m late.” I replied while scooting into the booth “And I told you not to call me Lucy-sama, just Lucy.”

“Sorry…Lucy-sa…I mean Lucy…So have you finished our research paper yet? I can’t seem to find any privacy subjects for my negative paragraph.”

“WAAA don’t even get me started on that paper! I hate how they didn’t even go into detail about how to properly write it!” I exclaimed while throwing my head down. “I hate the fact that they make us do this our junior year! WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THIS SENIOR YEAR!”

“Haha, I know Lucy, but with this we get a head start of how to write them next year” she giggled “Ah! Thank you Mira-chan!”

Mira was one of the waitresses who worked at the café, and usually the waitresses who took our orders. She used to be a model until her little sister Lissana got into a car accident, she survived the car accident luckily.

“You two are very welcome! Here your order Yukino, a hot chocolate with your slice of chocolate cheese cake.” She said while handing her the order “And of course a strawberry cheesecake for Lucy, with our most famous strawberry milkshake. If you two need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me” and with that she turned around and left.

“FLAME HEAD” a voice rang out. “ICE BREATHE” a voice shouted back.

I turned to the direction where the noises were coming from. There, in the middle of the café stood two boys. One had blue hair and he did not have a shirt one, while the other one had pink hair a looked about ready to punch the other boy in the face. But what caught my eyes weren’t the insults they kept saying, no. It was the boy with pink hair

#fairy tail nalu #nalu fanfiction #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #fairy tail #love #my otp #sleepyelexia

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Lawndale and Sandi Griffin’s Genie - Chapter 1 Part 5

Sandi saw what was happening. “I wish I was, like, somewhere else in the school!” she said, rapidly. Jean blinked, and Sandi vanished.

“That was not a good idea, Brook Peterson! If you had touched Sandi, you would have gotten detention!” Ms Barch said.

“Sorry, Ms Barch,” Brooke said.

“You should apologise to Sandi, not me,” Ms Barch said.

Then the end of recess bell rang. Everyone went to class.

In the rush to get to class no one noticed two squirrels jump from a tree in the quad onto the Industrial Arts Block. The two squirrels then left the school to the west.

Sandi had appeared underwater in the school’s swimming pool. She came up for air, spluttering. She still had the emerald, although Jean was nowhere to be seen. She was quite angry at being dunked when all she wanted was to escape Brooke’s attempt to fight her for the emerald. Then the bell rang. ‘Great! I’ll be late to class,’ she thought. She grabbed the emerald. “I wish I was in class,” she said.

Sandi and all the water vanished from the pool...

5 minutes later, Mr Timothy O’Neill’s Sophomore Language Arts Class was interrupted...

“Oh, dear, where is Sandi?” Mr O’Neill asks. He was absolutely clueless about what had been happening in the previous half hour.

“No idea, Mr O’Neill,” Quinn said. Then the whole room was filled with water, as Sandi and the water appeared in a distorted version of the normal wish granting noise.

Sandi noticed that the door of the classroom was shut. She attempted to wish the water away, but all that came out of her mouth were bubbles. ‘Great! I need to be out of water to speak a wish!’ she thought, and then wondered about how to get out of the situation before everyone drowned. She then saw Jean, who appeared to be enjoying herself in the water filled classroom. ‘Ah, now everyone will almost drown!’ Sandi thought.

She then noticed Jamie White and Jeffy Brown; two of those football players who usually attended to Quinn’s every whim, attempting to open two of the windows. ‘That is one way to avoid drowning. She concentrated on the windows. The telekinetic aspects of her powers assisted Jamie and Jeffy’s efforts. The windows then opened.

The water rushed out of the classroom. Sandi noticed that 5 of the students including Joey Green and Tiffany were swept out. ‘It is a good thing that this classroom is on the ground floor,’ she thought. Seconds later the water level was down to the level of the bottom of the windows.

“Sandi!” Quinn yelled.

Tiffany Blum-Deckler was preparing herself for the arduous Language Arts lesson ahead when she suddenly realised that the classroom was full of water. ‘Why is all this strange stuff happening today,’ she thought, at a pace quicker than that of her speech. She noticed that Sandi was in her seat, which had been vacant a few moments before. ‘And why is Sandi appearing out of thin air/water, water/air?’ she thought again. Sandi was glaring at her Exchange Student housemate, Jean.

‘Jean does have something to do with what happened at recess,’ she thought, as she was attempting to hold her breath. She saw Jamie and Jeffy, who usually did stuff for Quinn, attempting to open the windows. They then opened them. ‘Oh no!’ she thought as she started going out of the window. ‘I should not have stood up!’

Tiffany roused herself. She was shivering, lying on the ground in a puddle outside of the Language Arts classroom. She barely heard Quinn yell at Sandi.

“Are you ok, Tiffany?” It was Joey Green.

“I’m Freeeezing, and my hair is ruuuined,” she said. She wasn’t actually sure that her hair was ruined, but that usually happened if she got dunked. She was also surprised that Joey actually gave her any concern, as he usually hung around Quinn with Jamie and Jeffy, competing with them for her attention. Her dates usually didn’t go well, because they usually got bored of her slow monotone. She sat up. ‘As opposed to the not-so-monotone ‘brainy’ voice of Quinn’s sister,’ she thought. Joey then leapt back into the classroom.

She stood up and observed what happened next through the window.

Joey Green had opened his book of David Copperfield, when suddenly the room filled with water. ‘What the heck?’ he thought as he stood up. He looked towards Quinn. She seemed to be handling herself, indeed she seemed to be glaring at Sandi. ‘She wasn’t there before. Indeed I heard Quinn tell Mr O’Neill that she didn’t have any idea where Sandi was.’ He thought. He didn’t have much time to ponder this before he was washed out of the classroom...

Next thing he knew he was lying on the ground. He got up and saw Tiffany lying in a puddle.

“Are you ok, Tiffany?” he asked.

“I’m Freeeezing, and my hair is ruuuined,” Tiffany said. ‘At least that is all she is worried about,’ he thought. He waited for a little while and then she sat up. He then thought of Quinn and leapt back into the classroom, causing a splash.

Jeffy Brown was looking over at Quinn when the water appeared. ‘This is not good!’ he thought. He noticed that the water was not going down. He swam over to the closest window. He tried to open it, without success. ‘Come on!’ he thought. He gave it more tries and it eventually opened. 10 seconds later the water was down to the level of the bottom of the windows.

“Sandi!” Quinn yelled.

“Oh, dear!” Mr O’Neil said, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

‘It is not my fault, Quinn. It is Jean’s!” Sandi said.

“What do you mean?” Mr O’Neill asked.

“I am a mischievous Genie,” Jean said.

‘That certainly explains this happening and those rumours at recess,’ Jeffy thought as he and Elias went over to the door to open it.

“But Genie’s don’t exist,” Mr O’Neill said.

“But, how would you explain what just happened?” Stacy asked.

“I don’t have an explanation,” Mr O’Neill said.

The door wouldn’t budge. “Great, the pressure has the door locked!” Elias said. ‘So the reason why we want to open the door is the same reason we can’t open it?’ Jeffy thought.

‘And again, my powers save the day,’ Sandi thought. She then applied barely sufficient pressure on the other side of the door to allow it to open. Then the rest of the water cascaded out of the classroom and into the corridor outside, taking with it some chairs and many very soggy books.

‘I never have used my powers so much in one day,’ she thought, thankful that her brothers did not also inherit powers from their mother.

“Given what has just happened, class is dismissed!” Mr O’Neill said.

“Great!” Elias said.

“Our outfits are ruined, what are we supposed to do for the next forty minutes?” Quinn asked.

‘That is a good observation, Quinn.’ Jeffy thought. He looked out of the door, both ways. The corridor was waterlogged. “And the corridor outside is all wet, we’d all slip!” he said.

In Ms Li’s office, Ms Li changed a camera view and saw the pool empty. “What!” she said. ‘Nobody can empty that pool without my knowledge!’ she thought. She then expertly changed the output from that camera to a different tape and then rewound the tape. She didn’t see Sandi in the pool in the rewind, the water suddenly reappeared. She then presses play. There was a minute of nothing and then Sandi appeared in the pool.

“Ms Griffin! But how?” Ms Li asked herself. She checked the timestamps as she rewound and reviewed Sandi appearing. She saw that there is no time skip. ‘This is definitely related to the rumoured events of recess and the computers suddenly acting up,’ she thought. She continued watching, and then sees Sandi and the water disappear. “Something is definitely happening. Something is causing havoc in my school! I want to know what is going on!” she said.

Back in Mr O’Neill’s classroom they were still blaming Sandi.

“Like, Quiet, all of you! Let me explain,” Sandi said.

“This had better be good, Sandi,” Quinn said, shivering.

“You were there when I wished to be elsewhere in the school,” Sandi stated.

“Yes!” Quinn said.

“I waaas theeere,” Tiffany said from where she was leaning against the window from outside.

“Right, Brooke was going to fight me for the emerald, so I wished to be elsewhere in the school, but then I appeared in the pool!” Sandi said.

“Bad idea, Jean!” Elias said.

“Gee, Elias, you like interrupting me, don’t you?” Sandi asked.

“Go on!” Elias said, wanting Sandi to explain what happened next. ‘Why did I ever date her? Quinn is a lot nicer,’ he thought.

“I knew I was going to be late to class, so I wished to be in class. The rest is obvious,” Sandi said.

Mr O’Neill was blubbering in the background. “Why did my class have to be the one interrupted by a mischievous genie?” he was saying.

“Well, this period is a bust,” Elias said.

“But now we’re soaked! Our outfits and classwork are ruined, and the corridor outside is now very slippery!” Quinn said.

“Quinn is right,” Stacy said.

“Right!” Sandi said, grabbing the emerald. She then wished that the water lying on the floor of the classroom and the corridors would go back into the pool.

Half of the water appeared back in the pool.

“The floor is now dry, but we are still wet!” Quinn said.

“Our outfits are ruined!” Stacy said, as miserable as Mr O’Neill.

“And our work is ruined also,” Elias said.

“I was getting to that!” Sandi said. She then wished that the people in the room and just outside the window would be dry, that their clothes and hair would be as if they hadn’t been wet and that the books, stationary, etc would also be dry. Jean also granted that wish.

The students then looked as they did when they had entered the classroom.

“The class is still a bust!” Elias said.

“Not much can be done about that, Elias. I am now, like going to continue my research from this morning. Come Jean,” Sandi said. She and Jean quickly left the classroom. Mr O’Neill was still blubbering, although Quinn was calming Stacy down. Elias helped Tiffany in through the window.

“What now?” Stacy asked Quinn.

“We will wait here until the period is finished. We need to figure out what to do about the situation with Sandi and Jean,” Quinn said.

“Good idea,” Elias said.

For the rest of the period, instead of Language Arts, the group of sophomores went through various scenarios involving Sandi and Jean. They liked none of them. They were still discussing as they went to their next classes.

Ms Li was still fuming later in the period, having not discovered the happening in the Language Arts classroom. Indeed she was mostly fretting about the failure of the cameras in the west half of the school. She had called in several electricians to look at the failures...

(She had taken notes on Sandi’s appearing and disappearing, but did not notice when half of the water had appeared back in the pool.)

Sandi and Jean arrived at the library without incident. Sandi picked up her earlier book from where she had left it and continued to read. When the period was over, she went to her next class...

The two squirrels that had observed the recess events arrived in an oak tree in the back yard of a two story red brick house on Glen Oaks Lane.

“You are early from your patrol! Report!” another squirrel said, in the Lawndale squirrel dialect.

“There was a non-normative event at the place that the Humans call Lawndale High School,” one of the squirrels said, giving a high pitched impression of Ms Li when saying ‘Lawndale High’.

“Non-normative?” the previous squirrel said.

Both squirrels described Sandi floating in the air and later disappearing. The other squirrel is in thought. “Thank you, I’ll inform the Emperor. Remain here and wait until the 2 junior humans return and then infiltrate the house,” he said.

“Yes, sir!” the 2 other squirrels said, saluting him. The senior squirrel then left.

#angela li #daria #fanfic #jamie white #janet barch #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #stacy rowe #timothy o'neill #tiffany blum-deckler

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