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noonswrites · 1 year

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Muse

synopsis: Xavier just wants a picture of you so he can draw it. things don’t go according to plan…

warnings: blowjob, penetration, fingering

it was an accident really. a genuine, complete, accident. you just wanted to support your talented friend who had been begging you for a subject for his next painting.

“please! it doesn’t have to be a good photo of you, I just need one for reference” he says exaggeratedly as you make your way to class. his giant frame is never an inch away from yours if he can help it, and today is no different. he’s tugging on your arm like a lost puppy as he begs you to be his muse for the millionth time.

“oh, so you’re saying I take bad photos?” you reply snidely.

he grins widely, knowing your games too well by now “you know that’s not what i meant” and gives you a playful push.

“i’ll think about it xavier, but you should really find another victim”

“i believe the correct term is “muse” dork”

“keep calling me dork and see where that gets you” he puts his hands up, mimicking what he would look like “surrendering” to you.

Xavier wishes he could hide how excited he is to draw you again. He can’t wait to combine his two favorite things: you, and his obsession with art. what you don’t know is Xavier wants to take this opportunity to ask something he’s been too shy to say for years….

when the seemingly never ending school day is finally over, he walks you to your room. your hallmate left for the week, so it was just you and Xavier sprawled out on your bed. he sat at the foot of it, legs crossed while yours were draped over his lap.

he eagerly awaits you to send him a picture while you briskly scroll through your camera roll. you finally deem one appropriate for his next masterpiece, a selfie of the two of you. his arms wrapped around your neck while you’re giving him a jokingly disapproving look. at least, that’s what you think you’re sending him. Xavier however, receives a completely different image that you accidentally sent instead.

he quickly taps on the notification with his pencil ready, opening up a photo of your breasts on display. “o-oh my god”

“what?!” you exclaim, confused at his reaction.

“are you sure that’s what you want me to draw?” he says timidly.

“yeah, unless you have a problem with it i guess” it’s too late now, you’re absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

Xavier tries to start drawing, he really does. truthfully, he started getting hard the minute he opened the photo and now he’s trying to get a grip on his pencil, which won’t stop shaking in his hand. you can feel his dick rising since your leg is still on his lap, causing you to look up.

this is when you notice he’s shaking. “Xavi, what’s wrong?”

Xavier can barely bear the nickname right now, combined with everything else he’s experiencing.

“i’m- i’m sorry. i don’t know if i can draw this” Xavier shows the phone to you and you turn a shade of red he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before.

“oh shit! oh fuck i’m so sorry oh my god fuck!” you cover your face with your hands.

Xavier, although nervous, tries his best to reassure you and puts a gentle hand on your leg. “it’s ok, i just didn’t think we were at that level, you know?”

you spread your fingers, peeking your eyes through “it’s fine, really” he gives a weak, bashful smile. a part of him kind of wishes you did send it on purpose, and it’s not like he hadn’t thought of his best friend naked before…

in a desperate attempt to change the subject you ask “does that hurt?” while staring at his now erect penis that creates a tent in his sweatpants.

“um- i- “

“i can help you with it if it does- i read somewhere that it hurts when you- you know-“ words are coming out of your mouth faster than your brain can process what’s happening now… “if not we can forget this ever happened and i won’t tell anyone- i promise” you’d probably regret saying that later, but right now, you can’t help it. you’ve had the biggest crush on xavier forever and if you’re being honest, you’re in a pretty similar aroused state right now.

“i don’t know… i don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable po-“

“i want to” you cut him off “i’ve wanted to for years Xavi” you’re crawling towards him now.

“do you want to?” you ask him, although the evidence is all over his face, he looks almost pained. his mouth is slightly agape and his eyes are focused on your lips. lips that he has thought of kissing for months now, but this time, he doesn’t resist the urge.

Xavier can’t hold it anymore, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you. it’s hesitant at first, both of you in shock that it’s finally happening. it takes seconds for it to get sloppy. you break apart only to climb on xavier’s lap, and you don’t miss the distressed look he wears as a result of moments apart from you. you’re quick to relieve him, sitting down with your thighs on either side of his hips, and both of you stifle a moan when your clothed cunt makes contact with his dick. now it’s your turn to grab his face and he loves every second of it, wanting nothing more than to fawn over you as you use him for your pleasure. you, however, won’t have that, stopping at nothing until he’s completely ruined.

you take his bottom lip between yours and suck on it, and Xavier swears he’s seeing stars. he starts getting messy as both of your lips are covered in each other’s spit and that alone is making him dizzy. he doesn’t even realize he’s begun to grind his hips upward trying to relieve himself in the friction you’re creating. you tell him to pull off his t-shirt and he does so immediately, and you do the same. he smoothes his hands up and down your waist as if you’re made of glass, looking you up and down with a mixture of reverence and desire. you almost want to laugh at him because you’d never imagine seeing your best friend like this, looking at you like he’d been starving for days and desperate to kiss you again, but you settle for giving him an amused smile.

“what is it?” he asks with the most precious look of confusion on his face.

“you’re so cute baby” his eyelashes flutter and he looks away, he shifts slightly while trying to pretend the new pet name doesn’t turn him on more. you can tell that he’s smiling too now, internally giddy.

you start to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, and he lets out a pleasure filled sigh. when you start to teasingly lick his abdomen he tenses up again, and you hear a soft “ah” escape his lips. you unbutton his pants and pull down his boxers and Xavier starts to tremble. he looks down at you with watery eyes and you take his dick in your hand. he lets out a hiss at your warmth.

you start to kiss his shaft and his brows furrow but his eye contact never wavers. if xavier could have this moment tattooed on his brain, he would. when you take his head in your mouth and suck he jolts, unable to control his movements at this point. you slowly take more of him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. you start to stroke xavier’s leg with your free hand and xavier’s gaze softens at the tender gesture.

you slowly take him deeper into your mouth, astonished that you’ve made it this far without choking. “fuck” he cries as you fit all of him in your mouth. you start a slow rhythm of sliding your lips up and down his shaft and xavier lies back, helpless to your actions. you can feel how tense the muscles in his stomach and legs are, doing his best to hold back his impending orgasm. as you speed up, xavier begins to babble uncontrollably, a mixture of “you feel so good”, “you’re so pretty, fuck!”, and so on. you fondle his balls and he’s almost sent over the edge, but you pull yourself off of him just in time.

he stares at you, dazed “did i do something wrong?” god, you’d do anything for those puppy dog eyes.

“no baby, just wanted you to come inside me, is that alright?” xavier wants to pinch himself.

“y-yeah” he leans in for another clumsy kiss, drunk on the feeling of being so close to you. it’s full of tongue and lips crashing together, but quickly ends with a gasp as you guide his cock to your pussy.

xavier watches himself enter you in a trance, completely mesmerized at your facial expression and the stretch of your cunt. when your fully seated, a tear falls down his cheek. you admit, you may have overstimulated him a bit. you wipe it away with your thumb and apologize. “i’m sorry for making you wait my love” he doesn’t seem to care at this point.

Xavier reaches his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer, causing you to moan at the adjustment “you’re s-so warm” he lets out.

“can i take this off?” he says as a hand slides over the clasp of your bra.

“yeah” you reply, and he begins to fiddle with the hook. he slides it off of your shoulders.

“so, do you think i’m a catfish?” you inquire. he lets out a wholesome laugh and you follow suit. Xavier gently pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places his palm on your cheek.

“i think you’re the opposite of a catfish” you blush and attempt to turn your head away, but he pulls you in for another kiss. he moves to kiss the corner of your lips, then your chin, your jaw, and finally stops at your neck. he nibbles your jugular and then sucks, and your hips buck forward as he finds your sensitive spot. Xavier moans and you take this as a sign to keep moving.

you grind down on him and Xavier does his best to mentally prepare himself for the onslaught of pleasure. he’s already about to cum, holding on just so he can get you to try to finish first. he slides his hands down to your ass pushing you down on his cock while he pushes his hips up, effectively guiding himself deeper than you thought possible. you yelp and Xavier watches your features contort, repeating the action so he can listen to you moan again and again. he shifts one of his hands close to your cunt and guides a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles, prompting you to jolt and start bouncing on his cock more eagerly than before.

“shit- shit- fuck!” Xavier doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, he only knows that he’s been close to cumming for more than an hour now, and he’s about to burst. you wrap your arms around his neck for stability and pick up your pace.

“oh my god” he whines and his grip on your hips tightens. you realize how close he is, so you stop your movement.

“no- no! i need it please” his head falls into your neck and you stroke his back.

“i know my love, i just need you to ask for it nicely okay?” he lifts his head and you coo at his tear stained cheeks. “do you think you can do that for me?”

“y-yeah” you start to move again immediately, not wanting to prolong his suffering any further. Xavier cant stop himself from thrusting into you, and you let him, enjoying the look in his eyes as he starts to fall apart.

“are you gonna cum soon baby?” you ask after a particularly hard thrust.

“y- yes please- please can i c-cum?” Xavier is shaking uncontrollably now, his movements are sloppy and uncoordinated.

“yes my love” you smile “but you can’t take your pretty eyes off of me okay? i want to see you” Xavier is blushing harder than ever, he’d never admit that’s what sent him over the edge. he does his best to keep his eyes on yours, his mouth open and letting out angelic moans while his nails dig into your hips. he thinks your the most beautiful person alive as you keep up your pace grinding on his cock. his brows furrow and fresh tears arise as you continue to speed up, a look of tortured confusion mixed with euphoria on his face.

“i- i can’t please!” he wails. you finally cease your movement, panting. xavier pulls you into a tight hug, kissing your sweaty body in any place he can reach.

“thank you, thank you, thank you” he repeats between kisses. you flop down onto your mattress, and xavier hovers over you, smothering your face with kisses.

“baby, i want to make you cum now. can i? please? need to watch you cum” he babbles.

“you don’t have to Xavi, but yes” you’re still catching your breath.

“i want to” and without hesitation he slides his fingers to to your sopping cunt. “so wet… such a pretty pussy” you bury your face in the pillow.

“no need to be shy my love…” his thumb rubs over your clit and your thighs clench. he pushes them open gently, eyes fixated on your pulsing cunt. he slides two fingers in, feeling his own cum inside of you and trying his best not to get hard at the sensation. he curls his fingers upward and your hips shift at the sensitivity. he holds them down with his free arm and continues his ministrations. he probes for your most delicate spot and knows he’s found it when you squeeze his arm and whimper. you lift your head again and he meets your eyes, staring at you as he quickens his pace. you’re already worked up so it doesn’t take much after that, but what sets you over the edge is his decision to take your clit into his mouth and kiss it sloppily. your legs shake and kick and he happily continues to thrust his fingers as you ride out your orgasm, grinding down on them.

now you’re truly exhausted, and Xavier curls up next to you as you continue to catch your breath. “y’know, i was going to use the painting as a way to ask you out…” you perk up at this.

“really?!” xavier beams at you.

“yeah” you pull him into a kiss and he doesn’t stop smiling.

#xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe smut #wednesday #wednesday xavier #xavier x reader #xavier x y/n #xavier x you

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 2 months

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Prince Fluff's Father

Okay, so you guys can keep reading if you want spoilers, but.. if you guys wanna put in any, guess feel free.

But believe it or not, I have mentioned Prince Fluff's father 2 or 3 times before... you guys just didn't know it.

I may not have the event play out exactly like this (have Falspare less angry), but... Prince Fluff... is the son of the FISHER KING! Believe it or not, I planned this plotline ever since I introduced the Fisher King into the story.

Kirby and the gang aren't going to see Fluff any differently but Falspar...

Ya'know like Fishnet (cloth)- Fisher...

Yeah, I know far far-fetched connection but bear with me! This is just my way of connecting the game lore is to mix it with Arthurian lore, there are a few more surprises but the ones I have on the list.

Ribbon & Ripple Star's connection (Morgan Le Fay/ Dame Morgan)

Epic Yarn/ Prince Fluff's Connection (the Fisher King/ Fluff's father)

Planet Robobot Susie Haltman (Sir Icarus)

Moving on...

And a quick poll and more info on Fluff's father. (keep reading)

You know just enough to spook Falspar and make him wince and make him think it's the Fisher king at first glance.

After the whole incident (also mentioned here)... this was awake up call to the Fisher King. (I don't know whether to change his name to something else or keep him with a name.)

He magically isolated his planet, locking away Patchland and separating it from the galaxy & the war. (Also, so he can escape Uther's wrath for pulling away his support; so yeah all of that blame and anger went to Falspar.)

Basically, the land that suffered was not Patchland but the galaxy... Being cut off from the biggest source of good, destroying the galaxy's economy.

The Fisher King did do the work and eventually did become a better person... In a sense, the Pathland, (while still wealthy & stable in his rule) still suffered deeply inside. Tolling away regretting his actions...

A part of him does want to rejoin the galaxy, but he's too afraid that people will still see him as the man he was... the fear and shame kept him away from it all... Everyone!

He put the well-being of his kingdom and his people first... they loved their king. Patchland was prosperous and thriving while their king suffered in silence. He'd put on a smile and watched on in the shadows... Denying himself the love of his people and the fruits of his labor... (Basically, he was punishing himself for years...)

Until a certain, (Fluff's mom) had broken through the barrier by mistake... I have a cute love story planned out for them, but yeah, she was the only one who saw the king's hidden sadden.

Fluff's mom: Why do you suffer?

FK: Because I was a terrible man... I deserve to suffer.

Fluff's mom: Are you the man you were before.

FK:No... I uh-

Fluff's mom: Then why should you suffer?

Basically she's the one who "freed the Fisher King"

Yeah, long story short they fell in love, got married, and had Fluff... You're probably asking "Wait, hold on a minute didn't the Fisher King receive an injury that left him impotent." (unable to have children)

Yes, that is true... which is why he sought out a certain Yarn Wizard: *cough* Yin-Yarn! Who was able to magically create a son for him that was biologically his & his wife's. Giving her the child she's always wanted...

And the Fisher King... WAS THE BEST FATHER TO FLUFF! And loved him so much... He prepared him for the outside world. And told him of the man he was, before... regardless Fluff loved, respected, and adored his father dearly and never saw him differently.

Having a family gave him a newfound purpose in life... and gave him the confidence to return to the outside- Oh no, tragedy sets in... he falls ill (and slowly starts to lose his mind... the only thing he could remember was his wife & son.)- the price he had to pay for Fluff's birth... but he did not regret it at all.

Resulting in his wife & son having to see him lose his mind and his life fade away... bedridden. But all his plans to rejoin the galaxy and the GSA remain untouched... ready to be used.

Basically, the Fisher King's death plays out like this...

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However, even though he passes on these plans to his son he gives him the option to never use them as well... knowing how difficult it would be for Fluff... being his son.

Even telling him, "Should anyone who has any grievance with me... accept it, don't deny it, and apologize to them, alright."

The Fisher King started off as an arrogant two-faced King but died a kind and loving man... he considers Fluff his greatest achievement... and his greatest regret is not being able to see the fantastic ruler he knew he would become.

He dies leaving his wife & son to grieve... two years later Prince Fluff's mother disappears... I know it's sad.

Prince Fluff looks over these plans but isn't sure if he can do it... though after meeting Kirby the gang he feels confident enough to do it... He's just going to need their support.

I'm not gonna reveal how this goes down just yet but... Flaspar was never able to find closure with the Fisher King incident... but perhaps he can find closer with his son. (>:3)

#kirby #kbasw #prince fluff #meta knight #fisher king #sir falspar #king dedede #bandana waddle dee #sir arthur kirby #kirby gsa #hoshi no kirby #kirby right back at ya #krbay #kirby anime

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rnakamura22 · 4 months

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In the next life, I want to be complete strangers with you

Ever since our second meeting, you’ve changed. Perhaps I had hurt you in some way. But you truly changed.

Saying that you have become a demon due to “The love I have for you!” Kissing me easily when you bear no hate or feelings toward me! Ha! It is truly laughable the more I think about it. Especially when everyone knows, I know the most through my skin that you loathed me, never wanted to tie the knot with me! How could you love me, a being who is worthless enough to be uncountable among people in your world? A soulless being that is not allowed to enter your heaven?

A woman’s life is truly tragic and laughable. If Edward said was true, my life is nothing more than a child’s play, abducted and thrown around by you! I should have never dreamed of hearing the secret you bear, since you bear no feelings for me. How could my soulless being be sublimated to a human to enter heaven?

Maybe if I was a man, it would be happier for both of us. I would fight with you on the battlefield, and you would be able to tie the knot with someone you truly love.How fitting for me, a woman who suck at embroidery.

Ever since I became Queen, I knew of many gazes that stabbed me repeatedly. And among one, a silver knife like gaze that stabbed me through the heart fatally. They say that gold is supreme to silver, but I disagree. There was an exception. The silver gained your passionate love, and the gold gained an empty circle of death, humiliation, and despair. It was a losing battle from the start, and I wasn’t even allowed to dream or feel any emotion or jealousy.You tried to hide it, but you see me as truly idiotic if you thought it could deceive me. You have become a demon just like the others, obsessed with the circle of light and death. I never wanted to meet you, I wanted you to let me go. I didn’t want you to stop me. But you made my last wish come true. I suppose that is you way of love, and I’m truly thankful.

oh, and now you are worried about me? They say in the times of death, people show their true emotion towards the person that is about to die. I suppose that it is true. “Out of the way! Anne is my wife!” Truly laughable. The title “Queen” that many woman wish for, the title “ husband and wife” cannot grow to be a thorn that ties me down, when you are the one that are cutting it and I miserably keep tying myself down with thorns repeatedly. If I could not be loved by you and I loved you, maybe it would have been easier if I rushed off to another man’s arms. It would have been easier for both of us, wouldn’t you agree?

“Get into bed Anne, it is not good for you to be up.” The audacity to keep saying soulless words! I wanted to spit it out right now. “My heart does not move anymore due to your soulless words.” But Edward must come first. If he is living a new life and be happy, when I know for sure that we have not lost him, I have no more regrets.

“Thank you Richard. Now, I can die in peace.” This is my farewell to you. I love you, I feel happy when I think about you, and I truly wish for your happiness. But the hate and sadness exists there. You know it better than anyone that I will not get well. You don’t believe it, and you never wished for it. “Don’t be foolish! You’ll get well soon!” The soulless words! But maybe I am the biggest fool for loving you and never being loved back. I wonder what would you do if I died and your beloved half would come back to life. It seems like the only way that I can make you happy.

My mind became clear as daylight, and I feel like I am lively and young again. Despite the noise of the servants, I began to move. Then get out of my room. Aiming to go outside and far away. Where I could feel like I can run away from every sorrow.

“Anne!” You are calling me again. “ What are you doing!? It is not good for you to be up at all! Get back into bed!”

You don’t touch me and you are worried about me? When you never wanted me? How contradicting! You have become kind enough to care about one soulless women that people claim as your queen! When the chair next to you has been empty all along, when there was no queen but only one soulless pitiful woman.

“It is none of your worries, Richard. I am lively again and well! Just like you told me! Thank you!”

When I say that, your beautiful eyes quiver. Why? Do you not loathe me Richard?

“Please… come back to bed Anne. You will worsen with such state!”

“Do you want me to?”

“ Of course I do!”

“ I will if you come to my room later.”

One last conversation, one last wish of a soulless queen. Isn’t a king able to grant any wish? You have said it yourself!

“ I will… please get back into bed. I cannot bear to see you in such state and let your health worsen.”

Such soulless words seems heartwarming when you are on your last breath.

That night, I stared at the window where Edward left. Even though it was my wish, I still could not bear the fact that he is gone. Winter was to come with me, and there would be no spring.

“Anne.” A kind voice. He must have said it to his beloved half or other people in his heavens. How kind to use it to soulless woman like me that are not allowed to enter it.

“ Richard…you’ve really came.” The words meant no meaning. It came out of my mouth naturally.

“ How could I not? But… Please lie down, it isn’t good for you.”

I obey him and get back in bed within my last strength.

“Are you feeling better?” You ask with a kind voice.

“ I believe this is my last breath. I know that in a few moments I will die. I wish that you will not cry at my funeral Richard. I do not want to see alligator tears.”

“ Do not speak that way! You will get better soon! Are you questioning my feelings for you? You will recover, I know it! ”

“It is not something to worry about Richard.!Death seemed like a fearful enemy, but now, I feel this sickness is a gift from god himself. He gifted me with the freedom I never had, and death seemed like a long lost friend that wanted the best for me.”

“Please do not speak any more of tragic things Anne,.. you have a duty to live… I cannot bear to lose you…”

“ When all waits for my death?”

You lose your words.

“ you have said it yourself some time ago, all… my sister..my family… all are waiting for my death. Doesn’t that include you Richard? “

“ Anne..”

“ I wonder what can I possibly do to make you happy. Since because of me, you’ve suffered unnecessarily. Trying to include a soulless being in your heaven and kingdom.”

“Anne.. wait..”

“ I hope in the next life… I want to be complete strangers with you Richard. Wouldn’t that be simply great? You will be what you were.. an admired noble person while loving your self and your beloved half and gaining a heir. I will be a simple girl in a town far away, not being worth of counted among people living on my own free will. I will be invited to a ball you attend, and we will dance for the first and last time. It would be simply magical. Then, the next morning you and I will go back to our lives. Nothing had happened and we will never see each other. Wouldn’t that be perfect? Wouldn’t that be splendid and what would make every wish come true?” I say this so smoothly. One of my last voices that says the bitter truth between us.

“Stop with the nonsense Anne! Do not say such sad things! You and I will be together in the next life, never complete strangers!” You hold me with your snow like arms. How lovely for a last breath of a soulless woman.

“ When I wasn’t even allowed to dream? When you wished for my death? When you loathed me from the start? Why?”

My voice just keeps speaking. Saying with the voice that was gifted from God himself. Giving me the freedom, the peace, and the bravery. Your lovely face began to quiver again, when I say the past words created from you that was the only thing not soulless. How everyone wished for my death. Including you. How you wished for the erase of my existence most of all. I say it with the uttermost bitterness.

“I hope I will be complete strangers with you in the next life Richard, but that doesn’t mean I do not love you. I am always wishing for your happiness. That is all.” I say this with the greatest smile on my face, a smile that seemed like dead, while gaining life at the time of death. That is the truth. The person who has brought me happiness and sorrow, the person I loved. But I do not want to meet you ever again. I only want to meet you when I dance with you again. The time that I could soar into the sunlight like a free skylark. But I know I won’t be the person that you have the last dance with. I know where to draw the boundaries.

Until that time comes, I bid you eternally farewell.

#requiem of the rose king #anne neville #richard iii

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novantinuum · 6 months

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For any OC you feel like!

Pencil, paintbrush, Copics, graphite, pastels, palette, and creative!

Ohohoh an OC randomizer round! Sweet :D

I've already gotten some of these for a specific OC of mine, so I'll just answer them for another if that's the case. I'm most likely to stick with my LoZ OCs FYI, since they are most on my mind right now :D

Writer/OC meme source

Pencil- Does this character have any “sketchy” habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?

Answering this one for Link and Aryll's father, Arwel...

Arwel's biggest vice is that he often treats sword/spear/bow training with his son Link like it's a real battle. There's an inherent intensity to their spars that... should any neighbors or family members happen to notice... one might very well think they were trying to kill each other. They're not, of course- he loves his son very much- but especially after Link pulls the Master Sword, there's a part of him that almost becomes fixated on the challenge of training the "perfect hero," to the point that he's not always thinking of what's best for his teen child. I'd call that pretty "sketchy," lol. Training your child in the art of swordplay is one thing, but Arwel's training style is bordering on "child boot camp" at times. Of course, he's also a father caught in an incredibly unusual situation... having to raise a boy who's been chosen as this era's hero, having to grapple with the reality that he very well MAY die in the oncoming Calamity, desperate to train him well enough that maybe... just maybe... he'll find a way to win and survive.

Given the time period and the fact that this training is officially mandated by the royal family, it's not illegal- but it does border on the edge of child endangerment.

I feel like Arwel regrets his methods on the few occasions that Link is hurt as a result of it, but not enough to soften his approach. He worries that anything less than these methods won't properly prepare Link for the horrors ahead.

On a lighter note, I feel like Arwel probably got arrested for public indecency after drinking too much in his early twenties. That's about the only official scrape with the law he's dealt with.

Paintbrush- How often does your character “brush over” conflict instead of facing it head on? Is there something specific they don’t like to face, or do they avoid conflict as a whole?

Answering this one for Link and Aryll's mother, Kelra...

Kelra is most definitely a "break inwards" sort of person. She is capable of addressing emotional conflict head on to an extent, but should the weight of said conflict grow too heavy and personal to bear she will fall to despair. Specifically, one of the largest struggles she failed to address or face for many years was her husband's sudden death- she slipped into a deep, almost catatonic depression for a long time, and was only able to push her way through thanks to the support of her daughter and mother, and others in their community.

When her husband was still alive, she served as like... an emotional anchor to him, though. Arwel was always the more "hard, cold logic" fueled one, and he very often benefited from her perspective in times where his actions could easily shake the foundations of their family... whether that be related to a job position, the education/discipline of their children, or... later on... Calamity related matters. She had no qualms against overtly telling him when she thought his stance was flawed. It's this level of transparency in their relationship that allowed them to have a strong marriage for the years they were together.

Copics- What is this character’s most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

Answering for Kelra- she quite likes woodworking. She doesn't get to engage with this hobby too often just due to having low spoons, but over the years she's constructed a whole set of wooden chimes much like the sort that hang across the streets in Kakariko. It cost a good deal of money to source quality wood for this project. She's also made her own hunting bows, using traditional Sheikah techniques passed down through her father's side of the family.

She doesn't feel shame for spending money on this, as the stipend the royal treasury provides to her husband for his duties to the crown is more than enough to pay for the essentials. (They continue to pay out this stipend after he dies, too.) She uses the extra money earned from her cheese making business to pay for this hobby.

Graphite- What’s something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Answering for Aryll!

This was actually a really hard question to find an answer for. Ultimately, I decided to pick a detail that's more focused on like... one of the things Aryll considers normal that has since phased out of fashion 100 years beyond the Calamity.

And that lil detail is... the fact that surnames for Hylians are incredibly rare now. There's gonna be some scenes coming up in the fic where Aryll starts inquiring about her mother... trying to find information on what happened to her after the Calamity... and she'll use her surname (Haywood), hoping it might help other pinpoint who's she's talking about. But the thing is, after the loss of such a huge chunk of Hyrule's population, the necessity of surnames to differentiate between people has dropped significantly. You'll more often see folks refer to another as "Reede of Hateno Village" than use a surname. There's some who still have them for sentimental purposes, but they're not as necessary for census reasons as they used to be.

(Non-Hylian denizens of Hyrule rarely used surnames to begin with. The one exception is the Gerudo, some who still use them for ceremonial purposes.)

Just for fun, Aryll and Link's full names in my headcanons-

Aryll Jae Haywood

Link Ordonia Haywood

Jae was the name of one of their great-great grandmothers on their mother's side, and Ordonia was a middle name that had been passed down along the men for centuries on end on their father's side.

Pastels- Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?

Answering for Kelra-

I wanted to give her one color in common with Aryll, and chose the shade of red for that! Like Aryll, her mixed heritage is very important to her- and this red, significant to both the Hylian and Sheikah crests- represents that importance.

The cool olive green is representative of her connection with the natural world around her (she's basically as close as you get to a farmer in a city! She keeps goats and cucoos, is the hunter and horse girl of her family, loves to spend time outside... etc etc.) and also her cool, quieter demeanor. It felt like a really grounding color, which is the sort of presence she brings to her family.

The golden yellow... amusingly enough... I mostly chose because so much of her character revolves around cheese, ahahahahah. But also, I feel like I associate her design with a lot of gold embellishments, plus her husband and Link's hair is closer to this sort of darker blonde.

Palette- List four of your character’s primary skills, then share at least two ways these skills might blend or overlap

Answering for Aryll-

She's a decent navigator for her age, having good understanding of topography and local landmarks. If she can align herself with a landmark she recognizes and the directionality of the sun, she can pretty quickly figure out what directions north, west, south, and east are in, and approximately how far she is from the nearest town.

She's got a creative side. Mostly she's content to sketch with graphite, but she's been playing around with stone carving as well. Her portraiture isn't like... super detailed, but her doodles are stylized enough that one can generally recognize the people she's drawing.

She has a strong set of knowledge about medicinal herbs... which ones can be mixed for beneficial effects, which ones could be mistaken for poisonous plants and need to be carefully identified, and how best to prepare a few types of basic ointments and elixirs. This knowledge comes from her mother, who raised a few species of medicinal herbs in their backyard.

Whether Link likes it or not, Aryll ends up taking to the basic footwork of Gerudo swordplay techniques very quickly. It's a skill that she continues to nurture as she grows older.

I think the navigation and drawing skills have a natural overlap- Aryll could probably make a basic but useable map if she or Link ever needed one. I also feel like the medicinal herb and navigation have a potential overlap... certain herbs are bound to have specific growing regions, of course. Over time, I bet Aryll has to keep in mind which ones are easiest to find where, and backtrack to certain landmarks to find those clearings where those herbs grow again.

Creative- Free space! Share something you’ve been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you’d like to share.

This has already started to crop up a few times in what I've posted with my Aryll longfic, but a detail I haven't seen anyone notice yet-

Aryll refers to her father as "Papa" in her internal narration, but refers to her mother as the slightly more formal "Mother." This is pointing towards how Aryll's internal image of her deceased father is locked in the past, in a time when she was still calling her parents "Papa and Mama." But she's grown up with her mother ever since, and had to mature so much faster after her father's death out of sheer necessity, so the way she refers to Mother matured along with everything else.

#aryll #kelra #arwel #the ballad of aryll #ask meme #jen rambles

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bogwitchlesbian · 10 months

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My biggest regret in life is not blocking my fathers number, moving out of my mothers house, or losing contact with my brother.

My biggest regret in life is saving a baby bird.

I’ve saved many from my cats. Sometimes the rspca would take them. Sometimes I’ve had make them a nest in a tuppaware container and sit with them in the garden all night because my mother wouldn’t let them In the house.

They all made it. I let them go in the morning after letting them sleep safe and fed in the warmth of my mothers purple tea towel.

The baby was a blackbird. It was so tiny it fit in the palm of my hand. It was so scared as I shooed my cat away from it in the garden. I picked it up with the purple tea towel, and it snuggled right in.

I couldn’t bear to put it in the tuppaware so I just held it. It was a warm summer evening. I cradled this baby in my hands. It looked at me with what I would have called curiosity, but it’s a bird so what do I know.

It wasn’t injured from what I could see, just small and scared and likely missing it’s mother. My cat stared from behind the French doors.

We sat together in my garden for a few hours. It was 3 am and my legs were dangling off the garden wall above my lawn. The baby was tucked in carefully and I was singing quietly.

I was at that point babysitting my nephew regularly. He was 7 months old and I’d taken to singing elvis to him to rock him to sleep.

The baby seemed to like elvis too.

My mother was asleep, but my dad was working a night shift so I asked him what I should do with the baby, and he said to leave it on the green, a decorative patch of land across the road.

I didn’t want to. I knew the cat would just beeline straight for it.

He told me I had to. That I couldn’t keep the baby and my mother would be mad if she found out I’d stayed up all night with a baby bird in the garden.

I took the baby to the green. I watched my cat slink out to watch us from the garden fence.

The baby refused to leave my hands. I had to tip it out onto the grass.

I was crying.

I apologised.

I left the baby in the cold wet grass at 4am, grabbed my cat and didn’t sleep.

I went to see it in the morning.

I found it in pieces, and I wept.

I think about the baby every week.

How it so clearly had trusted me, and felt safe with me and I let it down.

I love my cat, but I will look at him sometimes and wonder how much of a joke our naming him “evil kitty” was.

How much is nature and how much is willful destruction.

He is sweet, loud, and comforts me when I am sad.

He is also a predator, and I am forcibly reminded of that in ways I do not wish to be.

I think sometimes that if I were catholic, and I was asked to confess, I would confess about how I let that baby die.

How I betrayed it, and how I will think of it forever.

I think I would beg god for that baby back. So I could hold it again and not care more about my mothers words than a living creature.

I would cry and beg for forgiveness but I would never accept it even if it was given, for I cannot forgive myself.

If I go to hell, I know what it is for.

#so often I see myself trying desperately to get the baby to leave my hands #it just wouldn’t go #I’m so sorry #poetry #tw animal death #two headed calf #personal

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hello Eric expert. Can I have yr thoughts on Eric’s relationship to Daniel and Kerry and Rigg :) thank you!!! :))

HOOOGHSHFJSJFHSHF HI YES YOU CAN. YES YES YOU CAN SO MUCH

Alright so Daniel I’ve thought the most I think for obvious reasons but the biggest ummmm thing to me is in IV when we find all the photos in Rigg’s apartment and they’re both 1) extremely recent based off Daniel’s age and 2) all of Eric and Daniel laughing and smiling.

like u won’t ever hear me argue that Eric is a perfect parent or even really a good one but he’s also not like. a fucking demon. and I’m speaking as someone who has a parent who was abusive + is still really fucking manipulative even after I’ve distanced myself. like is Eric at times immature and cruel in completely unacceptable ways for a parent? ya for SURE. but I only ever got an apology or a compromise when it would look bad if my parent DIDNT do something. and Eric immediately reaches out to Daniel to apologize, expresses concern and asks Daniel to call him as soon as he’s home. nobody to bear witness to it + therefore affect their opinion of him, no trying to get Daniel to come back or blaming him, no excusing his own behavior. which i think is key key key.

ALSO. said it b4 WILL in fact say it again but his first instinct upon seeing Daniel in the nerve gas house IS to cry. and he does not resort to violence until encouraged to by Kerry and Rigg like I could tear apart the cinematography of the scene before he finally sinks to violence towards John it’s SO. ooghff.

not to mention the way Daniel talks abt Eric while in the nerve gas house. they could’ve easily said something about “my dad’s a real hardass but I know my mom will look for me” or just. mentioned their mother at all??? instead it’s “You know, he's probably got half the city out looking for me, just so he can kick my ass for disappearing on him.” — it’s, sort of joking, this anxiety that Eric will be angry with him, because Eric was angry with him for leaving to go back to his mother’s early, without the context of Eric’s worried voicemail, without the knowledge that the first thing Eric did when seeing his child in danger is sit down and cry.

like, Daniel doesn’t hate his dad. and Eric absolutely does not hate his child. but they are mutually going through one of the shittiest things you can go through and are lashing out at each other in various ways and unfortunately Daniel absolutely has to be the more mature person sometimes. which isn’t how it should be. but sometimes it IS how life works. and what’s important to keep in mind when considering Daniel and Eric is that II shows them at a low point. but IV shows that there were multiple recent photographs of Eric and Daniel laughing together readily available for Hoffman to leave in Rigg’s apartment. and speaking as someone who was on the receiving end of parental abuse, I stopped taking pictures like that with my parent when I was in middle school, definitely younger than Daniel. so that says something, that they had these moments that weren’t posed so close to the events of II.

it’s unfortunate Eric never got to make amends to Daniel and continue to work on himself, because he was working to be better. but at least his last words to Daniel weren’t something he’d regret— assuming John didn’t delete the message Eric left for Daniel.

+ OK KERRY. she is so. worstie <3 (affectionate) like i think ummmm she kind of sucks. for supposedly being the jigsaw expert. WHICH I THINK IS THE POINT bc i do think she is relishing in seeing John in action which costs Eric his life AND AS FAR AS THEY KNEW COULD’VE COST DANIEL’S TOO LOL but anyways.

obviously they were close once, close enough to have an affair which is its own can of worms on the list of “fucked up things my most beloved det. matthews has done” which i quite honestly do not want to open here. BUT i do like that their dynamic exposes Kerry as extremely petty. which i find so amusing. like she knows exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction out of Eric + is fully willing to do so like girl. let the man live. i also think her morals are extremely questionable lmfao

bc 1) Eric states this is NOT the first time some freak has called him out. SOMETHING SIMILAR (enough) HAS HAPPENED BEFORE. and he wants no part in it. and 2) when he continuously tries to shut her down SHE INSULTS HIM FOR STICKING TO DESK WORK. a change presumably made bc he understood that fieldwork was uh. Actively Making Him A Worse Person and removed himself from that situation in an attempt to cage his violent side and find some equilibrium. which he’s relatively successful at. but when she can’t appeal to him as his partner~ she goes “when did you stop being a cop?” — which i think is soooo funny honestly like no wonder Eric is fed up with her shit but also Girl. and like while by no stretch of the imagination was Eric ever a “good” cop (and THAT is uh. A Fucking Oxymoron) generally (and as the franchise shows with Gibson) “good” cops tend to either wind up dead or run out of the force. so like if she’s this hostile to Eric, someone she SUPPOSEDLY cares about, for just changing to fucking desk work you gotta wonder both how close Eric was to straight up quitting and also what kind of bullshit Gibson got for trying to show, y’know, the bare minimum of human decency by not just fucking shooting people (and having the audacity to report Hoffman).

my opinion of Kerry is fairly low obviously lol but i do think she and Perez are fun girlfriends. so theres that!

aaaaaaaaaand lastly but CERTAINLY not least, Rigg <3333

i love Rigg SOOO much completely unironically. and i think his and Eric’s relationship is generally rlly fun. i think unfortunately he falls into a similar camp as Kerry wrt to the “Eric was at his best when he was violent and remorseless” which like eeehhhh whether he has remorse for the right reasons is debatable but ultimately i do think he feels remorse for the way his downward spiral affected his personal life

but ultimately Rigg only wants what Eric wants, and he urges Eric towards violence which had previously gotten results. it’s the opposite of Kerry (consciously or not) relishing in seeing John in action, and therefore urging Eric to escalate the situation in hopes of seeing John’s reactions. Rigg gives Eric bad advice, but only with hindsight. in the moment, Rigg knows that (had it been ANY other person), Eric giving into his violent side would 100% get what they want: Daniel delivered safely to Eric. Eric wants his child out of danger, Rigg wants what Eric wants, and he is operating on the assumption that John isn’t like, a complete and utter deranged little monster and will respond “favorably” to violence. unfortunately, Rigg was wrong— and honestly just as unfortunately Eric didn’t just put a bullet between John’s eyes —and this ultimately cost Eric his life.

but uh. I love them both and i think there is something soooooooooooo about Rigg working himself to the bone trying to find Eric, damaging his own personal life in a desperate bid to get his friend home safe. i think, had they both survived, there wld be an inseparable bond. not romance necessarily but absolutely love. there’s love there but like Rigg just has so much love in general and such intense morals and i love him. oooohhhhh i love him! he martyrs himself for Eric and that makes me just. hoooo boy.

#ask #THANK U.#i love talking abt. Eric. and every1 else around him. ooooghjdjkhf

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Kouta Hasegawa - a character analysis

I did not expect my first character analysis to be about a sanrio boys character but here we are. (Spoilers for the whole Sanrio Boys anime)

Kouta’s Childhood:

As a young kid Kouta received a Pompompurin plush from his grandma to celebrate his birthday. Kouta’s grandma was his biggest supporter at the time and a huge part of his childhood. Everywhere Kouta went he had his Purin plush and grandma with him. But due to his love of Pompompurin, other boys picked on him for having “girly interests” telling Kouta he should be embarrassed with a toy like that. One day a few boys called Kouta a girl and used the name “Koutako” to mess with him. Embarrassed and frustrated Kouta yelled at the kids in front of him and threw his Purin plush on the ground, ripping it slightly. Kouta’s grandma walked over and saw the plush, so she told him she would fix it. However Kouta was still upset from the other boy's words and told his grandma he didn't need Purin anymore. That he didn't need such a girly toy. When Kouta’s grandma tried to talk again, Kouta cut her off, telling her to shut up. Even going as far to say that he hates Pompompurin and her. He then ran off and started to distance himself from his grandma. Despite this, Kouta’s grandma fixed Pompompurin and believed Kouta would visit again someday. But he never did. Even as Kouta grew older he could never work up the courage to apologize to her, afraid of the outcome. And eventually it was too late to apologize. Kouta’s grandma passed away when he was a young teen. He was silent the whole funeral and lost in his thoughts. When Kouta returned home he spent a lot of time holding Purin and reflecting on his past choices. (as well as crying) Kouta’s regrets being too nervous to apologize and being ashamed of the things he likes. As Kouta starts High School we can see that he still isn't honest with himself.

Kouta feels that something is missing:

Kouta believes himself to be an average high school student (as most anime protagonists do) he has normal friends, gets embarrassed easily, isn't in any clubs, and lives a pretty normal life. However Kouta wishes to shine like those around him, not wanting to just stand on the side. Kouta’s a kind and caring person but doesn't think he stands out much compared to others. I think this is because Kouta still isn't honest about his Interests. If he were to open up more, Kouta's authentic self would come out. Allowing him to shine like he wants to. But we aren't there yet.

So one day while Kouta was hanging out with his friends, he came across a lost girl crying on the side of the street. And he was able to reunite her with her mom, getting her home safely. However before she left she gave Kouta a Pompompurin sticker. When Koutas friends catch up to him, one of them mentions how It would be weird for a high school guy to have something like that. Kouta laughs it off but it's clear it's more of a hesitant laugh. At dinner that night Kouta tells his parents how he feels like something's missing in his life but he's unsure what. His dad then recommends he tries to accomplish something. To go out and find a new hobby. Kouta considers this but believes it to be hopeless with a guy like him who doesn't shine. But then he sees the Pompompurin sticker laying on his bed and Kouta suddenly is reminded of the joy his old Purin plush gave him. But most Importantly he thinks back to his grandma. So Kouta pulls a box from out of the closet that he hasn't opened in 4 years and Inside we see the Purin plush. Kouta is flooded with memories of his grandma and the anime cuts away to flashbacks of them both. When the flashbacks are over we see that Pompompurin now sits on the top of Kouta’s book self. But he still isn't open about his love for Pompompurin. Not yet.

Kouta meets Yuu and Shunsuke:

(This next paragraph is chaos so please bear with me)

Kouta finds a My Melody keychain on the ground during school. On the back he finds a picture of Yuu and Shunsuke. So he finds Yuu but is unable to ask him about the keychain, worried that he might embarrass him due to Kouta’s past experiences of being bullied. Kouta runs away embarrassed but unfortunately for him Yuu saw the keychain in his hand. So Yuu begins to chase after him in the halls and eventually Yuu loses track of Kouta. THEN Shunsuke comes out of nowhere and Immediately starts asking him questions about Yuu. Yuu appears once again and explains the situation to the both of them. (Chaos, I know) Soon two girls who Kouta quickly finds out are Yuu’s friends, notice the keychain in his hand. Kouta Instantly panics, afraid of their responses but the girls are not surprised at all. Kouta is shocked by this but he doesn't say anything. He then finds out that Shunsuke likes Sanio as well with Hello Kitty being his favorite character. It's here that Kouta feels the light he's been missing and understands what he wants to do. And who he wants to hang out with. But does he have the courage to do it?

Kouta later learns more about Yuu and Shunsuke and finds out how open they are about liking Sanrio. Kouta reflects on himself and wonders if he can do the same. He meets Yuu and Shunsuke again during school next to a vending machine. Yuu asks if Kouta ran away because he was trying to cover up that Yuu liked Sanrio, so Yuu wouldn't get judged by the other students around him. Kouta quietly says yes but now knows that he didn't need to do that. Yuu thanked him anyway for considering his feelings. Kouta then admits that something similar happened to him years ago. Shunsuke looks over at him and says how Kouta knows a lot about My Melody for a guy. Yuu realizes this as well and asks Kouta if he likes Sanrio. Before Kouta can answer the bell rings and he hurries off to class.

Slowly but surely Kouta becomes more confident:

After a normal day at school Kouta heads home and is greeted by his mom once he gets there. She tells him she took care of the trash in his room. Kouta’s room is mostly the same except one thing is missing, his Pompompurin plush. He frantically searches his room but Purin is nowhere to be found. Kouta asks his mom about it and she responds with “Purin? You had thrown it away so I sent it off with the recyclers.” The anime shows a picture with the Pompompurin plush in the trash. Clearly it had fallen from the shelf and into the trash by accident, but Kouta’s mom thought he threw it away. So Kouta runs around town asking the recyclers and other people around town if they have seen the Purin plush. But no one has. Then rain starts the poor and Kouta is a frantic and stressed mess looking for his beloved Purin plush. After tripping on a puddle he sits down on the street for a while as memories of his childhood flood back to him. Kouta thinks of both Purin and his grandma. He cries in the rain and feels that he can't do anything right. Just then both Yuu and Shunsuke find him and Yuu offers Kouta an umbrella. When asked what's wrong, Kouta regrettably tells them that he had someone and something he loved, but wasn't able to freely admit it. He says that if he was more like them, things would have happened differently. Kouta admits that he's jealous of Yuu being able to love what he wants freely, without being worried of others opinions. Without ever feeling ashamed. Kouta also believes that the sooner he forgets about Purin and his grandma, the easier things will be going forward. Yuu asks “What's so wrong with admitting that you like the things you like?” and tells Kouta that “There’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in loving something!” Yuu then offers to help Kouta and promises not to make fun of him. Kouta with newfound courage tells Yuu and Shunsuke that he loves his grandma and Pompompurin. Yuu helps him up and they set off to go look for the Purin plush. Shunsuke is able to get them permission to look through the recycling at some building. So all three of them work together to find the stuffed animal. It turns out to be a success and Kouta is reunited with Pompompurin.

The next day he adds the Pompompurin sticker (he got from the young girl) to his notebook and when his friends ask about it, Kouta is able to be honest and admits that he likes Purin. After school Yuu and Shunsuke bring him to Gift Gate (a store that sells Sanrio merchandise) and the episode ends with them shopping. At this point in his character Kouta is becoming more open about his interests, but still gets embarrassed from time to time. But he's clearly improving.

How Kouta affects those around him:

At some point in the week soon after they visit Gift Gate, Kouta notices how lately Yuu has been acting differently when the topic of his sister is brought up. Yuu seems to get quiet or space out which is something he never does. Kouta receives a text the next day from Yuu, complaining about how he's got a cold. So he decides to go check on him. Shunsuke is there to visit him as well and Yuu is excited to see them both. A normal conversation starts between them and eventually Yuu begins to prepare dinner for his sister. Everything is going well until Yuu’s sister, Yuuri comes home. Kouta Introduces himself to her but gets ignored as she turns straight to Yuu. She asks why Yuu is even bothering to cook when she's not going to eat it. Kouta is surprised with her behavior but Shunsuke looks as if he expected this response. She brings up Yuu’s cold and angrily asks if he wanted to get her sick as well. Yuuri continues to ask hurtful questions and starts an argument with him about all the “unnecessary” stuff Yuu does for her. Kouta then decides he can't watch anymore without doing anything. He stops Yuuri from saying another word and tells her she shouldn't say things like that. He says that Yuu was kind enough to make her make dinner even when he was sick, and that Yuu is trying his best. Yuuri gets mad at him for trying to get evolved and tells Kouta that it's none of his business. But he disagrees. Yuu is his friend and therefore he should stand up for him. But Yuuri still wants nothing to do with him so she turns to Yuu again. She yells at Yuu for being pushy and always making food for her when she never eats it. The argument from before continues but this time Yuu is in charge of it. Eventually things get out of hand and Yuu raises his hand up to slap her. But Shunsuke stops him just in time. Yuu apologizes and leaves in hopes to calm down. Kouta asks if he and Shunsuke should go after him and he agrees. But before Kouta walks out, he looks over to Yuuri sitting on the floor. Kouta tells her that Yuu really cares for her and she quietly replies with “I know that.” As Shunsuke and him leave and walk outside in order to look for Yuu, he tells Kouta that he's pretty amazing. Kouta asks what he means but Shunsuke doesn't reply. Soon after, Yuuri finds Yuu and finally apologizes for throwing the food away. She even promises to eat it the next day. (After another short argument of course but it's quick this time) The anime then shows Kouta and Shunsuke watching from the side. Now in my opinion I believe that if Kouta wasn't there that night, Yuu and Yuuri would continue to have arguments like this and she would still refuse to eat the food for a while longer. But because Kouta was able to knock some sense into her, Yuuri finally came to her senses. (and she stopped being so ungrateful)

Later Kouta even helps Shunsuke with his problems. Kouta and Yuu spot Shunsuke being scolded by his soccer teammates about their last soccer game. He apologizes and promises to do better next time. Then his captain, Matsuo walks over to him, he stops their comments but tells Shunsuke he needs to take the hint. Shunsuke is visibly confused but doesn't say anything to him. So Kouta and Yuu walk over to Shunsuke and find out they lost their last game and are apparently putting the blame on him. As Kouta tells him how that isn't fair, Shunsuke says it's none of his business. Shunsuke then states how he won't lose next time because he'll have his lucky Hello Kitty charm with him. Now what Shunsuke doesn't realize is how rude he's been treating his other teammates. We see in their next practice that when another member on his team apologizes for messing up a pass, he responds with “Dont worry about it, I’ll clinch it for us.” It seems like Shunsuke believes he's better than his other teammates, and feels the need to cover for everyone else. Kouta realizes this as he watches from the side. So Kouta asks Yuu on the phone why Shunsuke doesn't get along with his teammates and pushes them away if they try to get close to him. And Kouta tells him he's worried about Shunsuke. Yuu tells him that Shunsuke is like a cat, he cares for others but if you get too close you might get “scratched."

Because of Shunsuke’s behavior and unwillingness to corroborate with his other teammates, Matsuo removes him from the starters. Having him serve as support instead. This is devastating for Shunsuke. The next time they have practice the only people who show to watch are Kouta and Yuu. Due to Shunsuke not being a starter anymore, the typical group of girls isn't watching for him. But that's not the only people who didn't show up. Shunsuke isn't at practice. This instantly worries Kouta and Yuu and they go to look for him. Kouta finds him on a bridge about to toss his Hello Kitty charm into the water but Kouta runs and stops him just in time. Kouta begs him not to throw something that precious away, knowing from personal experience that Shunsuke would regret it. Yuu then appears behind him and invites them to play soccer without much of an explanation. On the soccer field Shunsuke is silent and lost in thought until Kouta accidentally kicks the soccer ball over the fence. He goes to scold him but then thinks of Matsuo's words about not paying attention. Yuu begins to talk to him as well but I’m focusing on what Kouta says here. Kouta asks Shunsuke why he's been running away. Why he doesn't let anyone get close to him. Shunsuke confesses that ever since his childhood best friend (besides Yuu) moved away after she gave him a Hello Kitty charm, he's struggled to face other people. Worried to get close to others only for them to leave. Shunsuke says “What's the point of even being friends with anyone when they're just going to disappear?” Before Shunsuke can continue with his sad story, Kouta tells him that he's always thought of him as kind. Kouta says “You're incredibly kind and because of that, you try to avoid hurting others.” Shunsuke disagrees and calls himself a coward for always running away. But Kouta adds in “You care, so you don't want them to hate you. So instead, you're unable to get close to anyone, right?” Shunsuke is surprised by his words. Yuu then apologizes for not noticing sooner that Shunsuke was hurting. Kouta brings up how if he can get close to Yuu, Shunsuke is able to get close to others as well. Shunsuke turns away from them but the smile is clear in his voice.

The next day Matsuo sees the difference in his behavior and makes Shunsuke a starter again. Shunsuke thanks Kouta as well. But if it wasn't for Kouta, I think it would have taken longer for Shunsuke to realize his mistakes, and he would still be pushing his teammates away. Because Yuu even didn't realize he was hurting, it was very important that Kouta talked to Shunsuke.

(Kouta also helps Ryou and Minamoto a little bit, but I’ve already made this longer than it needs to be 😅). Anyways, the point I’m trying to make here is that Kouta has a habit of going out of his way to help other people.

Kouta finds whats missing/the school festival:

After becoming friends with Ryou and Minamoto, the group of boys have lunch together and Minamoto brings up the next school festival in fall. He asks the others to let him know if they have any ideas. Kouta seems interested but he doesn't have a plan yet. However later that week on Sunday, the group of boys go to Sanrio Puroland together. Kouta gets an idea as he watches The Miracle Gift Parade, a show performed at Sanrio Puroland. He understands that somehow this is what he wants to do. That he wants to shine like the characters on stage, but doesn't exactly know what it is that gave him this feeling. Kouta just knows that he wants to shine like they do. So he thinks back to how Shunsuke shines when he plays soccer and decides to start there, joining the soccer team for practice. However Kouta soon finds out that this is not it. At all. Next he joins Ryou at the library, Minamoto at practice for the archery club, and helps Yuu with cooking. But none of these give him the same feeling that the show did. Kouta is visibly upset by this and his friends work hard to cheer him up. Then Yuu suggests putting on a show like The Miracle Gift Parade if that's what gave Kouta that feeling. So the boys decide to put on a musical for the school festival and Kouta is grateful for their help. But they need money to start working on it. Minamoto suggests that over summer break they get jobs to help save up, so by the time fall comes around they have enough money. They agreed to the idea so Kouta worked as a lifeguard, Minamoto and Shunsuke worked as movers, Ryou as a waiter, and Yuu worked in fast food. Eventually they were able to save up enough money for the musical. But now they needed a story to perform, they had to decide what the musical was going to be about.

[The group of boys go on a mini vacation here but not much character development happens during that time other than becoming closer friends with each other. They do however decide that Yuu should be the one to make the story for the musical.]

With just a month before the school festival, Kouta is really excited to continue working on the musical. He's finally found something that he really wants to do, something that will hopefully make him shine like the others. So the next day Kouta works really hard to do as much as he can for the musical, considering how he has the most free time in the group. But it seems that he might be overworking himself a little bit. That same week the group spends the night at Minamoto’s house to get more work done. They finish the last part of the script, fix up costumes, and make more props. Here they also celebrate Ryou’s birthday with a cake made by Yuu.

Kouta begins to doubt himself:

Kouta spends the morning preparing for the musical and his friends later join him for a run-through. He notices how all of his friends are more confident than they were before, how they shine almost like a world away from him. Yuu then catches him spacing off and asks him a question about the music they plan to use. So Kouta tells him that he found a website full of songs they can use for free, but he can't find the right link anymore. This really upsets Kouta because he thought he picked the perfect song. He apologizes and promises to search again. His friends try to reassure him that it's all right and they can easily find a new song. They offer to help but Kouta won't let them, he believes that because it's his mistake he should be the one to fix it. Kouta also refuses help because he wants to be great on his own without the need for his friends to do everything. So Kouta practically stays up all night to try to find a new song. Then the next day as he passes the music room he hears three girls talking about the school festival. Kouta stands outside the room and hears them bring up the musical. Each of the girls bring up the rest of his friends but call Kouta plain and they don't even remember his name either. They just refer to him as “the other one.” This reasonably hurts Kouta’s feelings but he walks away and tries to ignore them. Then he finds his friends in their usual room for rehearsing but it turns out they're missing a backdrop for one of their scenes. So Kouta flips through his notebook and finds the unfinished plans for the backdrop. He blames himself for this and apologizes, but Yuu says that it won't be a big deal if they work together. Once again Kouta notices how his friends shine without him. So he asks to finish it all on his own because it was his mistake. Shunsuke brings up how Kouta already has enough jobs but Kouta won't let anyone else do it for him. When Kouta gets home he falls over (most likely from being exhausted) and gets a fever. So he stays home for the next two days instead of going home. And Kouta feels guilty for not being able to help with the musical. As soon as he gets better Kouta goes back to school and hopes to make up for the days he missed. But when he opens the door Kouta finds that his friends have already finished the backdrop without his help. He also finds out that his friends have found more people to help out, making Kouta feel that his efforts alone weren't enough. That no matter what he does, it will never be enough. How could he hope to shine like them now?

After the day is almost over and everyone else but his friends have left, Kouta is still feeling left out and unimportant. Here Kouta confesses that he feels as if he's the extra one, that even without him, his friends still shine. That maybe he shouldn't have been around in the first place. As his friends try to prove him wrong, Kouta tells them to not get in his way. So Yuu puts his hand on him in hopes to confront Kouta, but Kouta forcefully pushes Yuu out of the way and he is knocked back pretty far and even bleeds a little. (Damn Kouta) Kouta then runs away, ashamed of hurting him. He lays in bed that night wondering why he even wanted to sparkle in the first place. Kouta then rolls over on his bed and notices his Pompompurin plush, thinking back to his grandma. But more importantly he thinks back to a promise that wasn't mentioned in the anime yet. Years ago in his childhood, Kouta promised to his grandma that eventually he would shine like other kids do. Then Kouta feels guilty and selfish for dragging his friends into his dream. As the episode ends Kouta boards a train to Sanrio Puroland alone.

Kouta’s friends confront him:

Pretty quickly Kouta's friends find him outside Sanrio Puroland. Yuu asks him if he's really gonna throw them and everything they've been through away. So Kouta confesses that it was really hard to watch everyone else sparkle, while he just stood on the side. That no one ever saw him for who he was because they were in his way. But now Kouta sees that thinking like that wrong, how could he view his friends that way? Kouta admits that it was painful to be with them knowing he could never be on their level. So he goes to turn away from Yuu and the others but Shunsuke stops him. He asks Kouta to remember what he said back to him before. Here the anime shows a flashback to a previous episode where Kouta was helping Shunsuke face other people. He tells Kouta that he shouldn't be pushing him away, when he told Shunsuke in the past to be more open to others. Ryou brings up that Kouta was the one to tell him that friends shouldn't leave each other alone. And Minamoto reminds Kouta that he was the one to tell him that it's okay to not be perfect all the time. Still Kouta can't come up with a response here so he looks away instead. So Yuu gets mad at him for not being able to choose between his friends or leaving them. Yuu then walks over to him and calls Kouta a selfish child. They get into an argument here that ends in Yuu practically yelling as he apologizes for hurting Kouta without resizing it. Reminding him that they're all just kids, that they’re just highschool students and they will make mistakes. Yuu then asks if Kouta ever had fun when they were together or if he just felt nothing but pain. Kouta responds with “Of course I had fun!” Claiming that being with them was the first time he's ever had that much fun in school. Yuu then quietly asks for Kouta to not go off on his own and holds out his hand for him. He asks for Kouta to choose his friends, to choose him. So Shunsuke, Ryou, and Minamoto do the same. Yuu also asks Kouta why he insists on doing everything on his own when he has his friends to help him. But most Importantly Yuu tells Kouta that they want to sparkle with Kouta, not without him. Kouta thinks back to his promise with his grandma once again and realizes he's always wanted to sparkle with other people. So Kouta tells them he wants to sparkle with them too but he's worried he doesn't have anything special like they do. But Yuu tells Kouta that just being with them is enough. This surprises Kouta but he finally takes Yuu’s hand, choosing to not run away from their friendship.

Kouta (and his friends) perform the musical:

As they perform the musical everything goes according to plan, except for the ending. Just after Kouta’s character in the show dies, suddenly his friends around him speak to the audience asking if they're okay with this ending. Of course the audience looks around confused and Kouta is bewildered as well. This was not in the script; his character was supposed to die and the ending come soon after. But his friends surprised him by calling upon “angels” (Kouta’s two old friends in the beginning and the help of the soccer team) to revive his character, showing the support he has from his friends. Kouta laughs it off and continues the musical with his character alive. The episode ends with tears in Kouta’s eyes as he finally feels like he's shining.

#Kouta Hasegawa #sanrio boys #sanrio danshi #sanrio #pompompurin #character analysis #my first character analysis ever #info dump #sanrio boys character analysis

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jdgo51 · 7 months

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR OCTOBER 16, 2023

Burden-Bearer

By Richard L. Whitaker (North Carolina, USA)

READ GALATIANS 6:1-10

"Bear one another’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ."

GALATIANS 6:2 (NRSVUE)

"I had no idea when we bought our home that there were so many large rocks submerged under the soil. Trying to regrade and landscape the yard to create a rock garden proved quite formidable. I had only a shovel and a wheelbarrow — both inadequate for the heavy rocks I tried to lift by myself.

It was not until I called on my landscaper and his assistant that the biggest rocks could be unearthed and relocated. I was grateful for those who helped me build my rock garden, which is now filled with rocks of assorted shapes and hues.

How often we struggle alone to bear grief, pain, loneliness, anger, or regret. But our Christian faith is not meant to be lived in isolation; we are called to lift one another’s burdens. Only when others have reached out to me or I have sought help have my burdens been made lighter. Today someone may need our help — we may not even be aware of it. But when we choose to make a phone call or send an e-mail, a text, or a handwritten note, we may become a burden-sharer. No matter the method we choose in bearing another’s burdens, we are fulfilling Christ’s command." Be a barer of burdens for others. Just knowing someone is in their corner may help and associates to face their reality better. We often need the same sort of support. And I am thankful for my many friends who support me. Just to be listened to or given a moment of attention to talk out something on my mind.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"O God, help us to follow the example of Christ by helping to bear the burdens of others." Amen.

Galatians 6:1-10

"1 Brothers and sisters, if a person is caught doing something wrong, you who are spiritual should restore someone like this with a spirit of gentleness. Watch out for yourselves so you won’t be tempted too. 2 Carry each other’s burdens and so you will fulfill the law of Christ. 3 If anyone thinks they are important when they aren’t, they’re" fooling themselves. 4 Each person should test their own work and be happy with doing a good job and not compare themselves with others. 5 Each person will have to carry their own load. 6 Those who are taught the word should share all good things with their teacher. 7 Make no mistake, God is not mocked. A person will harvest what they plant. 8 Those who plant only for their own benefit will harvest devastation from their selfishness, but those who plant for the benefit of the Spirit will harvest eternal life from the Spirit. 9 Let’s not get tired of doing good, because in time we’ll have a harvest if we don’t give up. 10 So then, let’s work for the good of all whenever we have an opportunity, and especially for those in the household of faith." Doing good for others is like an investment in our own prosperity God blesses both parties when we offer help and comfort. You are planting good seed when you make relationships stronger and the outcome could amaze everyone. Be blessed and definitely bless others. Joe

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remembermewhentruthbecomesalone · 1 year

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It's on days like this that I miss you. That I long for you. It's on days like this that I remember the times we had together. The laughs we had. The comfort we found in each other's arms. The excitement from just being with you, felt too much to bear. As though i didnt deserve this, you were heaven for me. The love we felt for each other. But now, the fire is gone. Doused out by my own ego, my fears, my actions. My biggest regret, will be losing you. But perhaps even bigger than that, is not giving you enough. Not appreciating you while you were there. I should have given you the world my love, meri jaan. My best friend, my greatest hope, my strongest strength. How will I now spend these nights alone? I wait for you, long for you, for just one call, just one message. I grieve for you, for your attention. Knowing that I will never receive it again. I look back at our photos. Moments we spent together. Messages we sent each other. Filled with sweetness and love and romance that even fairytales would be jealous of. We claimed to be each other's, you called me yours and I called you mine. Yet, when you left, my world became colorless. You brought light into my life. Color into my world. Happiness and the joy of existence. How can I live without you beside me? The darkness has swirled around me once more, heavier than it had ever been before. The light from my life gone. I knew sadness before, but this grief, is far too heavy. The darkness I carry in my heart now is like a gaping hole. A walking corpse, nothing more. Nothing I do will fill the void inside me, except you. I pray over and over, that one day, you will return to me. One day, you will look my way again. I am lost without you, meri jaan. I am empty without you. I have no dreams, no hopes, no reason to continue to exist. I simply sit here, waiting. And when you will not come, death will. Perhaps then, I will finally find peace.

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shortstorytobetold · 2 years

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Repeat the routine

How does it usually done?, He will woke up at 12 am in the morning to go to work and i just arrived at home around the same time, we’re a shifter. I told him “home” and he will reply “just woke up nuy”, we chit chat for a little bit, around 1 am I’ll text him “okay i will go to sleep now, may you have a nice day bby” and he said “sleep well nuy”. When i woke up he usually already asleep.

I woke up around 8 am if i was taking my night shift and 6 am if i was in morning shift, im just a quite simple morning person, and i think that’s where everything going to bottomless pit.

I was busy, he was available. I did realized at the end of the relationship i did neglected him, didn’t ask for his day, ignored him for 4-5 hours, because i was too occupied with works, loving these new routines of my life, and i wasn’t thinking that he was also, my routine.

The bearing routines kept on for a year, his life and my new life, under my consciousness i forgot about this. Im running my life like he wasn’t any part of this new routine i had, forgot him, never once think about him. The new routines was coming, for like once in a month they would sent me away to remote places, for a month, without seeing him in a month my thought was “okay we’re an adults, this is what should we do, have our different routine”, and my biggest regret probably this thought i had “well he had his time, and i had mine, my world didn’t revolve around him always and so does he, we just 2 adults living their adult life”. And i never realized this would be the trajectory of everything.

Before i went to go out of town, we had this routines, we will spent the night in my place, went to grab a dinner, and at my places, he would told me to take a good care of myself “jangan nakal disana nuy, aku disini selalu nunggu kamu”

And of course I didn’t think about any of those words, i will go a little wild for every once in a while, looking if i still “got it”, just looking for some validation of what kind of men that likes me, something that if i could go back in time, killing those thought of mine. But we can’t turn back the time rights? What’s done is done, nothing we could about that.

And we were in long distance relationship, we had our little routine, calling each other, it’s normal for couple like us, you’ve been away from your partner, you miss him, you call him. I remember when i was crying like a river because i told him i was too fat while i was waiting for my food to be delivered, and there he was listening to everything, patiently, and at the end he said “now eat your food nuy, I don’t care if you gain a little weight, as long as you’re healthy im happy either way, and i love you always, even if gain a lot of weight, i still love you, always”

There’s always one routine that i always did when i was away, i will bought a lot of new clothes and sent it to his apartment, and when the package arrived he will video call me and try the outfit, he looked stupid, really really stupid, my stupid loved

But it’s all done, no more routine for me, he got new routine with his new maiden, And im still haunting with our little routine, every time i tried new routines with someone new, it just doesn’t feel right, the routines felt so dry, i hated every little new routine, i like his routines, i want to have those routines again with someone new, but i was haunted by the thought of him. I guess he did it so right that I found everyone will not be good enough.

I guess i will be mourning my lost, i will be missed my old routine i had with him, at the end I destroy myself again, trap in the routine we made, the routine that was made from a hard working of building that dead-relationship.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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since gregory have freddy how about reader with roxanne assist/helping gregory and freddy, reader love wolf since its his favorite animal and number one fan to roxanne. reader meet gregory by accident and decided to wait till the pizzaplex closed to meet his favorite animatronic roxanne, roxanne like freddy she wanna help reader friend gregory since she wanna repay reader for being her number 1 fan (she wasn’t evil just following order) also reader have his plush blue and white wolf plush with him as a good luck charm and wearing a sweater hoodie with added wolf ear attachment. family member anon

"AH! Oh...jeez you scared me for a second."

"S-Sorry. I didn't think anyone else was here."

"Yeah well you're in luck. We're both stuck here now."

"I guess so." With a slight frown, you hugged the blue and white wolf plushie to your chest. Unfortunately you didn't win the actual plush of your favorite animatronic yet, and they were quite expensive at Pizzaplex's gift shops, so this was a good substitute for now. "I just wanted to meet Roxy. I'm her biggest fan. I thought staying late would help but..I haven't seen her anywhere."

Gregory only scoffed, seeing that you didn't realize the danger you put yourself in. "You're gonna regret staying here on purpose." He muttered, before handing you a Glamrock Freddy-themed camera.

"What's this?"

"A Fazcam. I found at Monty Golf. If you see any of those robots you can stun them with the flash. But it needs charging so use it wisely."

"Huh? What do you mean? What's going on?" You asked, being further confused as you looked at the camera between your hands. "Why would I need to-?"

"Shhh! She's nearby!"

"Who's-?"

But all of your questions were ignored as the other boy ran to a nearby motorcycle ride machine and pressed the button, making it noisily tilt back and forth. Then he motioned for you to follow him to a group of large tin bins. He insisted you hide in one.

As perplexed as you were, you listened and jumped into it while he hid inside another. A moment later you peeked out upon hearing heavy footsteps thumping past you, seeing a tuff of silver hair with a green streak and a pierced wolf ear.

It was Roxanne.

You gasped softly, a smile overtaking your face as she wandered near the motorcycle, which stopped moving. She sniffed the air like she was looking for a scent and huffed, turning away from the machine.

"I bet I'm your favorite..." She sneered in a cold voice.

Gregory was about to call for Freddy on the Fazwatch..until he heard lighter footsteps and realized you left your hiding place. He watched in horror, not wanting to blow his cover but being absolutely terrified for your safety as you bravely approached Roxanne from behind.

"You're my favorite, Roxy!"

Immediately she turned around, looking down to see you, a boy the same age as Gregory--maybe a bit younger--wearing shorts and a hoodie with wolf ears attached to the hood.

The brunette felt helpless to save you now..and just when he thought he had someone else on his side. No animatronic bears or suspicious night guards, but a normal kid in an unfortunate circumstance like him.

And you had no idea you were about to be ripped apart-

"I am?"

He blinked, surprised at Roxanne's change of tone. It sounded rather..surprised? Delighted? Yet he stayed hidden, just in case she was feigning it.

You on the other hand didn't see anything wrong with her, as you just grinned up at the wolf. "Yep! You always have been!"

She stared at you for sometime, before smiling and kneeling down. "Heh, I'm glad to hear that. Y'know it's dangerous to be here after closing, but...what's your name, little pup?

"[Y/n]."

Her yellow eyes did a quick scan of your guest profile, and she was surprised. "You...I remember you wanted your birthday at Roxy Raceway. And you said you were my number one fan." She recalled, her smile growing. "Is that still true? Or did someone take my place?"

"It's true. I'm your biggest fan!" You nodded. "I know I should be home but..you seemed sad after today's show and I thought meeting you would cheer you up! I didn't mean to break the rules, though..you're not mad, are you?"

"Mad? No..I could never be mad at my...m-my number one fan." Her voice wavered a little, being so touched by your words. You noticed her eyes seemed a bit glassy, but maybe it was just the lighting. Regardless, you both smiled and shared a hug.

How funny. The Glamrocks were designed to entertain and comfort children, not the other way around. But Roxanne couldn't help but feel relieved that she's still loved. No longer did she feel as miserable as she did earlier.

Between being embarrassed after the show's mishap, Vanessa bossing her around, her hair and tail getting dirty, and feeling like a loser at this "game" she's playing with Gregory..this is what she needed. Just a simple one-on-one interaction with a loving fan.

Speaking of whom, she looked to the bins and sighed. "I know you're in there, Gregory. C'mon out. I'm not gonna turn ya in."

"H-Huh? How can you...?" The brunette showed himself, bewildered that she didn't make minced meat out of either of you yet.

"My eyes see everything, kid. Even through walls."

"So...you knew everywhere I was hiding this whole time?!"

"..pretty much."

"Huh? What are you two talking about?" You let go of Roxanne and took a step back as Gregory finally left his hiding spot.

Both of them explained everything to you: the security guard Vanessa ordered the Glamrocks to find him since he was sneaking around after-hours, though a glitch in their systems made their behaviors rather..erratic and they unknowingly frightened him into hiding.

Roxanne genuinely didn't mean to say he has "no friends" or anything hurtful. The glitch just amplified her anger and insecurities tenfold, but it seems the "power of friendship" made that go away. Somehow.

Gregory was shocked. He usually didn't believe in that kind of cliché bullshit. He thought of ways to shutdown his pursuers for good but...

It seems this could be resolved peacefully after all.

"Well, I gotta thank my number one fan for saving my tail." The wolf chuckled as she patted your head. "So..I'll help you two out till the doors open."

"Did I hear that right? Roxy is..helping us?"

The three of you turned to see Freddy there, looking surprised at Roxanne's presence and another lost child. You nodded, and the bear sighed in relief.

"It's good to have you back, my friend." He smiled, glancing at his bandmate and feeling a bit awkward all of the sudden. "And I'm...sorry about my malfunction at-"

"Don't sweat it." She waved it off. "I dunno what makes you so special, but your systems must've kicked out the virus while the rest of us got screwed over."

"Right. I-I also didn't mean to lie about-"

"Freddy. It's. Fine. We're all in this together now, so...let's go knock some sense back in the others. I'm done takin' orders from Vanessa. And...[y/n]?"

You perked up, seeing her staring at your plushie in disdain. "You don't have an official Roxanne Wolf plushie at home?"

"O-Oh no..not yet. I don't have money and I'm terrible at the games-"

"Go grab one from that gift shop over there."

"Really???"

"Yeah. I won't tattle."

"But...! Roxanne!" Freddy gasped as you eagerly dashed off to the shop, while Gregory just snickered. "[Y/n] looks up to you! You need to set a better example for-!"

"Relax, papa bear. The company's not gonna crash and burn from one stolen plushie."

"I know but..just....don't tell them to steal anything else unless it's absolutely necessary, okay?"

She would've rolled her eyes had you not returned with an actual Roxanne plushie in your grasp, your old wolf one shoved into your pocket. You smiled and hugged it closely.

She chuckled, glad to see you looking happier.

Now she was ready to fight tooth and nail to keep you safe.

#clanask #family member anon #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #roxanne wolf #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #child reader #male reader #fluff

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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My Father's daughter pt1

Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family.

A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother's name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.

Growing up was rough.

Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced.

Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.

But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around.

At first you were weary of her. Not really trusting towards older woman, or motherly figures as you were scorned once. But she never gave up. Not on you or your father. No, she stayed even when you would run away on under her watch. She stayed even when you would try and steal your fathers cars for a quick joy ride through Manhattan. And she stayed when you broke down after your mother had people come pick up all her belongings from the Tower, not bothering to come herself and say goodbye.

She didn’t leave. She held you as you screamed and sobbed as the men packed away everything she owned. She held you even when you squirmed and scratched at her arms to get away. And she held you as you gave up and silently cried then eventually fell asleep, tightly clutching her midsection.

That's when you started to come around. You stopped running away whenever your father would leave you with her, wouldn’t talk back when she asked you to pick up a mess, and you even helped her out when some creep intern decided to put the moves on her during a company meeting.

It wasn’t until your father went missing when you truly saw her as someone you could trust. It was the worst three months of your life. Another parent gone suddenly from your life. You were relocated to mansion in Malibu, a big empty place where the halls echoed as you walked through them. ANd you had thought that Pepper was going to stay back in New York, she wasn’t your assistant after all. You were shocked to see her at the airport, suitcase in tow with a determined look.

Seeing the look of surprise on your face she stated,

“ I’m not going to let you do this alone.” ,then grabbed your hand to lead you through terminal.

You were grateful that she only acknowledged your tears when you were in the privacy of the private jet. She rubbed your back as you let the tears run down your face. The whole three months that you were in her care, your perspective changed.

She asked about your day, made sure you ate, tucked you in and held you whenever you had nightmares. With in that three month period, Pepper showed you what it was like to have a mother again. And she never let you down.

Then your dad came home, and your family was complete. You were ecstatic when they started dating and even more so when your father announced that they were going to get engaged.

And even though it took years, you finally trusted Pepper enough to see her as your mother. You were happy.

Which is why you were extra pissed when you came home from your mother-daughter day and saw your biological mother with Bruce Wayne in the common room. They were sitting on the couch and were getting glared at by the Avengers that were home from missions,(Natasha, Steve, and Sam).

“Dad, what’s going on?” You ask, looking past the hopeful and curious gazes from the couch.

“Kid, I think you better sit down.” Tony said through slightly clenched teeth. His face was grim, as he looked past you and made eye contact with Pepper. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, and she nodded. She squeezed your shoulders and took your bags, then with a quick glare she had the rest of the room cleared except for the four of you.

You took a seat across from your mother, Christine and Bruce. She sent a smile your way and was met with a blank look, “ Dad, what’s going on?”

He sighs and makes his way over to were you were seated, “I don’t know, Christine, maybe you should explain.”

His tone indicated that he knew why she was here, but wanted her to sound stupid. Pepper came over and sat on the t other side of you.

Christine glanced at the Pepper and cleared her throat, “Perhaps should be kept between family?”

You scoffed, “ Considering that Pep has been around longer than you ever have been, you have no right to decide who’s family to me and whos not.”

You see Pepper sit up straighter with pride and mother slump.

You sigh, “ What are you doing here?”

She looks at Bruce, who you honestly forgot was still there, “ Y/n...I want you to come home with us.”

A silence filled the room. You felt Pepper tense up at the words and saw your dads and clench into a fist.

You however just stared in utter disbelief.

“What.”

“I know it's far fetched.” Your mother starts, ignoring your scoff, “ But i really do think it would benefit you to come to Gotham with us, and get to know your siblings!”

You were seething.

“My siblings? You mean the family that you left us for.”

“Y/n that’s not-”

“No, You think that you can just waltz into my home, after nine years of absolutely no contact, no birthday cards, not even a text to let me know that you were alive, and expect me to what? Just welcome you into open arms? Leave MY family and go live with you?? Really?” You say with a scoff.

“Y/n there is a ot of factors you are not considering” Bruce chimes in for the first time.

You turn your glare onto him, “ And what you’re just okay with the fact that your wife has a whole other child who she just fucking abandoned?

“Language.” Your father mutters causing you to roll your eyes.

“Well, I can’t say this didn’t come as a shock.” Bruce states, “ But, I also know that I love my wife, and that I would welcome you to our home.”

Your throat was hurting with the amount if times you’ve scoffed, “ And I appreciate that, really, but I would never leave my family. Especially not for her.”

Christine's eyes start to tear up, “ Y/n please, a girl needs her mother.”

Those words triggered the anger inside you. Your blood boiled and you can tell that she knew she messed up.

“Oh? Is that right? What about when I was six and I waited for you to come and take me to that mother's day dance, only you never showed up and I went with my nanny. Or when I was eight and you promised that you would take me to get my ears pierced but then you got a phone call and left so dad took me?”

You saw the tears run down her face as Bruce looked like he was thinking about something.

“Oh and what about when I was nine. I was nine and you promised to take me to the park. You remember that? Cause I do.”

Tony tenses next to you, knowing what you were about to say.

“Y/n I can never apologize enough but-” You cut her off

“I was NINE and your promised to take me to the park” You continue, “ But you left. And this time you didn’t come back.” You finish and lean forward, “ Tell me, why the HELL would you think that I would want to come live with you and your fucking family?”

The room was once again engulfed in a tense silence. The only sounds were the sniffling of your mother.

“You’re my baby girl...my petal. I love you and always have...” She starts, “ My biggest regret is leaving you that day and you have to know that Y/n.”

You feel tears start to rise, a knot in your throat.

Peppers hand squeezes yours and you calm down and say

“Then you’re gonna have to learn to live with it.”

Then you stand up and walk right out of the room. Leaving the adults and marching straight to the training rooms to let out some steam.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Back in the common room, a tense silence weighed on the adults. It seemed like no one knew exactly what to say, or they didn’t want to speak up.

Only when Tony cleared his throat did Christine speak up again.

“I didn’t come to cause any trouble.” she said quietly.

“What did you think would happen?”Tony says crossing his arms, “Surely you didn’t expect her to leave with you?”

“No Tony I didn’t. I just thought she would’ve considered it. I am still her mother.”

Pepper snorted, causing the attention to turn to her.

Christine's eyes narrowed, “ And who exactly are you to my daughter?”

Tony tensed, knowing not to mess with Pepper especially when it came to you. He sat back and waited for mamma bear to come out.

Pepper sent a glare her way, “ Me? I’m just the woman who has been raising her for the past nine years.”

Before Christine can get another word on Pepper continued on,

“ I don’t know who you think you are, but you have put Y/n and Tony through a lot of turmoil throughout the years. And now you think you can come in here and demand forgiveness from them?? That’s not happening.”

Bruce started to speak up, “I understand the pain you're family must have gone through, and I am sorry about my...unknowing participation, but Christine is willing to work on her relationship with her daughter.”

Now Tony started speaking, “why? Why now? Y/n is practically an adult, she doesn’t need you anymore. Not like she did before.”

“I’m her mother.” Christine said stubbornly, “ She’ll always need her mother.”

“And she has one. Just not you.” Pepper said standing from her spot, “ I think it’s time for you two to leave. I have to go comfort MY daughter.”

And with that Pepper made her way to the door where you disappeared, knowing exactly where you are. But before she left, she turned and said

“It was lovely to meet you Mrs. Wayne”

and left, leaving Tony to show them to the elevator.

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paper hearts | choi soobin [f] ; [c] 80s! au, 9.6k words

s u m m a r y ; if there was one thing you wanted to avoid on valentine’s day, it was running into your ex best friend, choi soobin. but when a series of unfortunate events involving too much purple eyeshadow, drunken punches, and one stolen bicycle leads you right back to his side, you begin to realize that maybe you truly belonged with him all along.

c o n t e n t s ; soobin x fem!reader, 80s! au, valentine’s day, ex best friend! soobin, rich boy! soobin, but he’s a major dweeb and the biggest softie, yeonjun is a major prick (i’m so sorry junnie), reader is a part time worker, soobin is best friends with lee felix of stray kids, some themes of social classes, roughly inspired by the 80s movie “pretty in pink,” mentions drugs, alcohol, and single parent households, mostly just fluff, fluff, and more fluff, with a hint of crack/humor

n o t e ; hello friends! this was a very quickly planned, last minute valentine’s day idea, and it’s actually a collab with one of my dearest friends, @chanluster ! she posted her piece of the collab as well, you can check it out by going to the collab masterlist here! this was so much fun to write and i think that 80s! soobin was just too good of a concept to pass up! anyways, happy valentine’s day, i hope you enjoy this oneshot! do leave a like, reblog, or comment if you could, it really helps so much <3

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IF ONE MORE CUT-OUT, CRAFT-PAPER HEART HIT YOU IN THE FACE, YOU WERE GOING TO QUIT YOUR JOB.

Of course you would never actually quit. With your mother out of the picture and your father working nonstop overtime just to barely have enough cash to put food on the table for the both of you, you had come to rely on your minimum wage part-time hours more than you liked to admit. However, the handmade strings of paper hearts that hung from wall to wall throughout the entirety of the record shop you were employed at was enough to make you consider it; not to mention the Phil Collins record that had been spinning all day, filling your ears with melodies embodying the very air of romance, and the embarrassing pink sweater your boss had forced you to wear. You mumbled curses beneath your breath as you pulled at the collar, itching away at your neck.

When you made a step towards a crate full of records, ready to tidy it up after a customer had rummaged through it leaving it a mess, you were met with another face full of cheap red construction paper. With a large growl of exasperation, you swatted at the hearts and accidentally caused the entire string of them to fall to the ground. You cleared your throat, glad that no customers were present to see your little outburst.

Your boss, Jen, still saw it all.

“That’s not very festive of you, kid,” She said, taking a drag on her cigarette. “It’s Valentine’s Day! Lighten up.”

“Ah, my bad. I forgot that I was supposed to be overjoyed on the day honoring the execution of St. Valentine,” You said as you gave her a sarcastic smile. “I’ll make sure to smile at the next couple that walks in and ask them how they plan to contribute to the commercialization of a martyr’s death.”

“You must be real fun at parties,” Jen mumbled. She shook her cigarette at you from behind the counter. “You’re just bitter because you don’t have a valentine. I can’t blame anyone for giving you the cold shoulder with that attitude of yours.”

You scowled, picking up the string of hearts that you had sent crashing to the floor. “I’m not bitter, and I don’t want a date. Also, I told you to stop smoking inside! It smells awful.”

“Last I checked, this was my shop, not yours.” You rolled your eyes as you approached the counter, handing the discarded string to Jen so she could throw it in the trash. “Now you’re making me do chores for you too? You’ve got some nerve, I’ll give you that.”

“Jen, please, I’m really not in the mood for this today.”

Jen shrugged, bending towards the trash can to throw away the string of hearts when she paused and pulled something from the bin. You glanced over your shoulder and gasped when you saw what she held in her hand—a small red envelope with your name scrawled across the front and a pink heart-shaped sticker stuck on the back.

“What’s this?” Jen asked, opening the envelope and shaking out the contents. A single slip of paper fell out, landing atop the counter. You rushed to grab it, but Jen snatched it up just before your fingers reached the countertop.

“Give me that,” You insisted, face growing warm. “I threw it away for a reason!”

“It’s an invitation to a party?” She seemed beyond surprised, glancing back and forth between you and the paper several times. “You got invited to a Valentine’s Day party, and instead of going, you asked me to give you extra hours? Why?”

You looked down at your feet, digging the toe of your sneaker into the blue carpet. There were, in fact, many reasons why you did not want to go to that party. They were as follows:

One: Choi Yeonjun was the one who had invited you. After you had rejected his offer when he asked to take you to a basketball game a month before, you could barely make eye contact with him in the school hallway without feeling guilty. That and the fact that he was one of the richest preps in the school, you knew he had just been asking you out for some sort of prank or dare that you preferred to not potentially fall victim to.

Two: you needed to work as much as you could. Money, as always, was tight for you and your father. There was no way you would sacrifice precious hours to go to a party full of rich kids where nothing but humiliation was sure to await you.

Three: your old childhood friend and the one person you couldn’t bear to see was probably going to be there—Choi Soobin.

You had barely spoken to Soobin in the four years you had been in high school. Crossing paths with him in the cafeteria, turning down the same aisle of books as him in the library, all those tiny stolen glances and accidental encounters were the only bits of interaction you had kept throughout all that time. The worst part was, he hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was nothing but your own cowardice that had driven the two of you apart, and you were still too afraid to own up to it.

Instead of explaining all of this to Jen, you simply shrugged and said, “I dunno. It just sounds lame.”

Your boss sighed, holding the invitation out towards you. “Okay, I’m letting you off early. Go to the party.”

With wide eyes, you shook your head immediately. “Absolutely not. Why in the world would I go?”

“Well, first of all, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Who knows when your next chance to go to a party will be.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that.

“Second, it’s a holiday! The only reason I even opened today was because you were begging me for hours. I thought it was because you were bummed about having no plans, but clearly it’s because you wanted an excuse to be a recluse.”

“Hey, I’m not a recluse.”

“Clearly.” She shook the invitation at you once more, brows raised. “If you go, I’ll raise your pay by fifty cents for the next month.”

Your ears perked up at that.

“Well?” She asked, well aware that she had hit the jackpot. “What'd ya say?”

Weighing the risks against the benefits, you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Make it a dollar and you’ve got a deal.”

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S, CHOI.”

When Soobin heard the sarcastic remark coming from his best friend, Felix, he had to fight back the urge to burst into tears then and there. He still wasn’t quite sure how Felix had convinced him to come, but he was already regretting it. The last thing he wanted to do to celebrate the day dedicated to love was spend it at a house party—or, as Soobin preferred to call them, any outcast high school kid’s version of hell on earth.

With a quick peek between his fingers, which he had used to cover his eyes immediately upon arriving at the site of the Valentine’s party, Soobin caught another eye-full of couples getting all too familiar with one another out in the open. He gulped, letting his hands grip the handles of the bike as he averted his gaze, choosing to cast his best glare at Felix, who was busy adjusting his ever-present beanie.

“Shut up,” he murmured, slowly sliding off the seat of his bike. He dusted off the worn, tearing cushion, glancing around the area. “Now quick, we gotta put our stuff somewhere safe.”

Felix looked aghast, making no moves to help Soobin in his search for a hiding spot. “What are you doing?”

“Tryna find a safe place for my bike?” He thought the answer to be somewhat obvious, but clearly Felix wasn’t on the same track of thinking. “You don’t know today’s world! Anyone is willing to steal nowadays.”

“Soobin, your bike is coughing up oil from its chains. It should be in its own care home at this rate.”

“I don’t wanna hear your slander, skater boy,” Soobin retorted, eyeing Felix’s ebony skateboard that he refused to be seen without. As if on cue, when he pushed his bike forward, the chains squealed, drawing the attention of a pair of particularly passionate individuals who had been wrapped up with one another moments before. Soobin ignored their annoyed stares, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. He glanced back to Felix. “Help me find a hiding spot.”

Felix was anything but enthusiastic, but he began to help Soobin search nonetheless.

“Slide it in here, Soobs,” Felix called a few moments later. He was pointed to an empty space between the home’s perfectly trimmed bushes. Soobin pursed his lips together, pushing his large glasses further up the bridge of his nose—a nervous tick of his. Felix groaned, rolling his eyes. “Or you can leave it out in the open so it’ll spit more oil on the passersby? Is that what you want?”

“Fine, fine!” Soobin huffed, wheeling his bike over to the shrubbery, chains squeaking all the way. He carefully laid it beneath the brush and moved a few branches to cover it up nicely. He stood up straight, dusting his hands on the front of his loose blue jeans. “What about your skateboard?”

Felix gave the board a pat, awarding his most prized possession a dazzling smile one would expect to see a proud father giving his beloved son. But in reality, it was the school’s stoner grinning ear to ear at his old, dusty skateboard. “Nightrider stays with me.”

Soobin scrunched his nose, cringing on instinct. He still calls that thing by that stupid name?

Felix clapped him on the shoulder before he could make a remark, catching him off guard when he said, “Right. Let’s go and get your girl.”

There was nothing Soobin could do to stop the flush that rushed to his cheeks right away. Images of you, his ex-best friend and the only reason he had even come to this party in the first place, flashed through his mind. Had he not overheard Yeonjun invite you earlier that morning and then casually mention the encounter to Felix, there was no way he would have even stepped foot out of his house that night. Part of him was peeved, wishing he had never uttered a single word about you to his overbearing friend. Yet, deep down, there was hope within him—the tiniest sliver.

If there was even the slightest chance that he could talk to you that night, he would do anything. Even if it meant dealing with a stupid party, and the never-ceasing teasing he was bound to continue receiving from Felix.

“Don’t even say that,” He said, emphasizing each word as they walked up the front steps. Soobin had to glance down at his much shorter friend to see the devious grin on his freckled face.

“Say what? That she’s your girl, your woman, your one and only?”

The blush must have been creeping to his neck by that point. He could feel it. “I. . .” There were many things Soobin wished to say; angry words that would hopefully shut the blonde skater boy up real quick. But he couldn’t bring himself to say a single harsh word, so he sighed in defeat. “I can’t even say it.”

“That you hate me?” Felix only grinned even bigger, and Soobin couldn’t help the tiny defeated smile that slipped over his features. “Oh, I know. It’s because I’m too good of a best friend.”

They stepped into the house then, instantly being overwhelmed by loud music, boisterous laughter, and drunken yells echoing throughout the halls. Soobin latched onto Felix right away, gripping his friend’s sleeve as someone stumbled into him, a bit of beer spilling from their cup. He pushed his glasses up, only for them to slide right back down as he began to sweat.

“Maybe we should go home, Lix!” Soobin shouted to be heard over the noise as they travelled further into the house. “We can always try next year!”

“Stop being a scaredy-cat!” Felix shouted back, and Soobin thought he might actually begin to cry as they squeezed their way into the living room. Soobin nearly gagged at the strong smell of alcohol as it burned in his nose. The scene was nothing short of a nightmare to Soobin—loud voices, smoke rising in the air, vodka assaulting his nose and sweat beading on the back of his neck. He had never been one to drink, and he didn’t plan on starting that night; but he was beginning to understand what Felix meant when he had once told him it was nearly impossible to get through one of these parties sober.

He was about to make another complaint and beg to leave when someone from the crowd hollered his name, causing him to wince when he recognized that voice as the one that belonged to none other than Choi Yeonjun.

“Soobin! Where you been?”

Soobin smiled nervously at the school’s heartthrob—and textbook snobby rich kid—before he turned back to Felix. He didn’t want to leave his friend, but he knew that he would never hear the end of it if he ignored Yeonjun’s persistent calls. “I’ll be right back,” He promised Felix, still holding onto his sleeve.

“No, no,” Felix assured. “You go. You’ll probably find her around that place anyway.”

Soobin wasn’t so sure of that. You were definitely not of the right social standing to be caught amongst the circle of the school’s rich boys—which was why it had surprised Soobin that Yeonjun had invited you to the party in the first place. Your high school had its own caste system, and you were near the bottom of it.

And, as much as it pained him to admit it, Soobin was stuck at the very top with all the other rich snobs who cared about nothing more than their daily allowances that came straight from their daddy’s bank account.

“What about you, buddy?” He asked Felix, desperate for any excuse to remain by his friend’s side. He would have tried to bring Felix with him, but his friend was in an even worse social standing than you were—he was poor, and he was most known for being the school’s pothead. There was no way Soobin would willingly drag him into a situation where nothing but slander and torment awaited him.

“Me?” Felix shrugged, gripping his board tighter. “I’ll just smoke away the night.”

Soobin pouted, glancing back at the group of preps as they called for him once again. He sighed, clapping Felix on the shoulder. “Just make sure you won’t smell too much of it when I come back.”

Submitting himself to his doom then, he turned on his heel and slowly made his way to where the group of boys sat near the sofa, giving them a half-hearted wave.

“Why were you hanging around that Felix guy?” Yeonjun asked once Soobin had reached their circle. “Did he blackmail you or something?”

Soobin frowned, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “He’s my friend.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his perfectly-straightened ebony locks. “Sure he is. Tell me, do you see every kid you find on the streets as some sort of personal charity project? Or is it just Felix and—what was her name—” He snapped his fingers then before he said, “Y/N, right?”

Soobin didn’t respond—well, it was more like he couldn’t respond. By nature he was a very passive being, but nothing drew him closer to bouts of anger than when the people he cared about were being insulted right before him.

Especially when it came to you.

Yet, as much as he wanted to tell Yeonjun off or give him a nice shove into the smoke-stained walls, words failed him. They always did. Perhaps this was why you had abandoned him all those years ago. Nobody knew him better than you did, so of course you were able to see what he truly was beneath all the expensive clothes and nervous laughter—a coward.

He figured that he’d probably have left himself too.

“Drink up, buttercup.” The chipper voice that belonged to the other Choi in the small gathering of socialites, Choi Beomgyu, thrust a plastic red cup towards Soobin’s chest.

He shook his head, throwing another wavering smile in his direction. “No thanks. I don’t drink.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. “Of course you don’t. Why are you even here then?”

Once again, Soobin chose silence as his only response. He swallowed, patting the front pocket of his denim jacket. As the group of boys began conversing once more, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the room, searching every drunken face for the features that belonged to you, trying to hear your name in every conversation, desperate for your voice to break through the blasting music and shouting voices.

“Who ya looking for there, Big Choi?” Soobin grimaced at the nickname. He was skinny, but incredibly tall, and nobody would let him forget that. “Big Choi” was one of his most common nicknames among the elitists. He despised it, but of course, he would never voice that aloud.

He glanced at Beomgyu and smiled nervously again, shaking his head. “Nobody.”

His eyes met Yeonjun’s and he gulped yet again as the latter eyed him with suspicion. It wasn’t as though he had anything to hide, but something about Yeonjun’s calculating gaze made his skin crawl.

He needed to escape. Just for a moment, at least.

“I’ll be right back. Going to find some water.”

He slipped out of the living room then, apologizing profusely to each couple he accidentally bumped into, bowing in remorse to each person’s toes his big feet happened to stumble over. He ached to be by Felix’s side—the stoned skateboarder had become somewhat of a security blanket to the taller of the duo—but his blonde friend was nowhere to be seen.

After snagging a bottle of water from the kitchen, Soobin managed to slip into an empty bathroom. He slammed the door shut and wasted no time in locking it. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, taking a big gulp of the ice cold water.

He set the bottle on the counter and carefully reached into the front pocket of his jacket, his fingers finding the piece of paper he had been storing there all evening. He pulled it out and let his eyes wander over his middle school creation. It was a big heart, cut out from a scrap piece of red construction paper. Scrawled across it in his eight-grade handwriting were the words, Be mine this Valentine’s! His name was etched at the bottom, and at the very top, delicately printed in hot pink glitter glue, your name was written as well.

He had planned to give this to you four years ago on Valentine’s day. Everything had been planned out perfectly; he was to pick you up on his old, trusty bike. It wasn’t really made for two people, but the two of you had fashioned a makeshift extra seat for you to sit upon whenever you went places together.

He wanted to take you to the Dairy Shack, which was the local ice cream shop where the two of you spent the most time together. You always got a large chocolate shake to share, playing a quick game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to eat the cherry on top. He was going to order a shake and specially ask for two cherries that time, and planned to give both of them to you before he would bravely present you with the handmade card he had spent all day working on.

However, when he waited for you outside your house that day, the red dusk turned to pitch black night, and you never stepped foot out your door.

He had even gone up to your door a few times and knocked, but there was no answer. Eventually he pedalled off into the night, back to his house. He was disappointed, of course, but more worried than anything else. He had hoped you weren’t sick.

But when he saw you at school the next day, he knew that hadn’t been the case.

And when you ignored him calling your name as you passed by him in the hallways, he knew that something had drastically changed.

For weeks, Soobin was in great turmoil as he replayed your last few encounters together before you had stood him up. Perhaps you were angry that he had won the last few games of rock, paper, scissors? If he had known, he would have given you all the cherries for the rest of time if it meant you would still talk to him. He didn’t care about them—he cared about you.

He missed you.

And as weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, you still barely spoke to him, and he missed you more and more. The best friend he had wanted to take a step closer to had taken a thousand steps back from him, and he still had no idea why.

But that night, he was determined to find out.

Well, if he could muster up the courage to get a single word out, of course.

He folded the heart back up and stuck it back in his pocket, taking a deep breath as he observed himself in the fogged-up mirror. He fixed his bright blue hair that Felix had helped him bleach and dye, making sure the pieces fell over the corners of his eyes just right. He straightened his white turtleneck and cuffed the sleeves of his denim jacket until he was at least somewhat content with his appearance.

“You can do this, Soobs,” He told himself, adjusting his big round glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “That’s what Felix would say.”

“Hey, rich boy!” A loud scream came from outside the bathroom door, accompanied by harsh knocking that sent Soobin stumbling backwards until he fell in the shower, pulling the curtains down with him.

“Hurry up in there! I’m about to piss myself!”

Soobin let out a shaky sigh, scrambling to his feet as he rushed to fix the curtain he had torn down with his clumsiness. “Sorry,” he mumbled, though he doubted the person on the other side of the door could hear him.

He realized then with an ever growing dread that it would be a miracle if he survived the night long enough to even find you, but it would take the work of God himself for him to actually speak to you.

He figured it was time for him to start praying.

YOU KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO LET JEN DO YOUR MAKEUP.

When she had stopped you on your way out the door with a compact of bright purple eyeshadow, you had turned her down right away. No way in all of creation were you walking in a party with such an atrocious color caked up to your brow bone.

“How can you say it’s gonna look bad if you haven’t even let me try?” Jen had asked.

You had given her a once-over, your lips pressed into a thin line. “If it’s gonna look anything like the way you do your own makeup, I’m gonna have to pass.”

After that snide remark, she had threatened to fire you if you didn’t let her apply the makeup. And so you obliged, though you didn’t have much of a choice.

The booming sounds of the party hit your ears before you had even reached the lawn. Screaming teens—well, there were probably some adults thrown in there as well—and the sound of music spilled through the open windows of the home. Couples and singles alike were scattered throughout the perfectly kept lawn that was now littered with empty cups and other assortments of garbage.

You looked down at your patchwork jeans and pink sweater, certain that you would be underdressed compared to the rest of the partygoers. But from the looks of things, as you carefully squeezed your way through the front door and into the home, everyone was probably too wasted to even notice your arrival, let alone care about your looks.

You caught a glimpse of your face in the hallway mirror, cringing at the sight of your eyeshadow. You had tried to wipe some of it away before arriving, but it simply smudged, giving you quite the shocking smoky, purple eye look. For someone who didn’t even know the difference between a paintbrush and a makeup brush, it was a bold look, to say the least.

If Soobin saw you looking like this, he’d probably have a heart attack.

Soobin.

In the midst of all your frantic preparation, you had nearly forgotten about the main reason why you had planned to avoid this party at all costs. With a quick glance around the room, you realized that he was nowhere to be seen. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t shown up at all. He was never a fan of parties, anyway.

You crossed your arms over your chest and slowly slipped past the couples crowding the hallway with their limbs intertwined, mouths practically swallowing one another whole, until you reached the living room. Surprisingly, it was less crowded in here than you thought it might be. A few minglers were scattered about the room’s perimeter, but they all kept away from the center of the room, which was occupied by none other than Choi Yeonjun and all his brainless, rich-boy worshippers. You quickly scanned the group, not able to make out Soobin among them. When you realized he wasn’t there, you were partly relieved and partly disappointed. If was to be anywhere at this party, it would probably be with these guys.

With a quick turn on your heel, you planned to make your way out of the living room before Yeonjun could see you. The last thing you wanted was for the boy with a bruised ego to see you, regardless of whether or not he had been the one to invite you.

“Y/N? You came?”

Too late.

Plastering a forced grin to your face, you slowly turned to face Yeonjun, who had just called your name. He was eyeing you with slight surprise, but soon, a smirk slipped across his lips as he motioned for you to come over. You had to hold back your sigh, wishing there was some way for you to get out of this situation. It was all Jen’s fault that you had to show up in the first place. You decided you were going to demand an extra ten cents be added to your raise the next time you saw your pushy boss.

“Hey Yeonjun,” you said once you had walked over to him. “I figured I’d stop by for a minute or two, since you were kind enough to invite me.”

He smirked, glancing at a few of his friends. They shared a knowing laugh with one another, but the meaning of it was lost to you. You wanted nothing more than to get away from them, but that wasn’t an option.

“You’re too busy to go out with me to a basketball game but free enough to come to a party, huh?” He asked.

You blinked, digging your nails into your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine, really,” He drawled, swirling his plastic cup of beer in his hand. “You didn’t think I’d be upset or anything did you? I only asked you out because I was dared to shack up with you. But I’m guessing you already knew that, since you’re so smart and all.”

Your eyes went wide, but you managed to control the rest of your expression. It was just like you had guessed—Yeonjun had invited you to the party with the sole purpose of making a scene.

If you survived the night, Jen was never going to hear the end of it.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” He asked, pushing himself to his feet. You could tell by the slight stumble in his step and his hooded eyes that he had quite a bit to drink. He took a step towards you, causing you to back up immediately. Your back hit the wall, and you placed your palms against it as Yeonjun towered over you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know why you’re here anyways.” He leaned forward, his lips hovering near your ear. “You’re here to see Soobin, aren’t you? Since he’s the only one here willing to waste his time on filth like you.”

Your blood boiled, and you had to clench your fists at your sides to control your anger.

“Don’t,” You seethed, “Call me that.”

“Call you what? Filth? Or sweetheart? Why, is that something good old Binnie used to call you—”

He never got to finish that sentence, because with one big burst of anger, you stomped on his toe as hard as you could with your worn-out platform sneaker.

“What the hell!” He screeched, drawing the attention of several others in the room. His outburst even caused a few of the couples to pull away from each other’s faces long enough to eavesdrop.

Before you could even say anything back, lukewarm liquid was splashed up in your face, burning your eyes and nose. You gasped, running your hands over your eyes to see Yeonjun with his now empty cup of beer pointed towards you.

“Think twice before you act out against me next time, sweetheart. Never forget your place.”

Tears of anger burned in your eyes, and you scanned the room to see several people exchanging whispers and giggles as they glanced in your direction. You pushed past Yeonjun and quickly made your way out the back door of the house, unable to stand the humiliation for a moment longer.

Soobin arrived in the living room just in time to see you leave.

He wasted no time in rushing towards Yeonjun, grabbing hold of his arm. “Yeonjun, was that Y/N?” He asked, eyes quickly taking in the puddle of alcohol on the floor and the empty cup in Yeonjun’s hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty blue head about, Big Choi. I just put her in her place is all.”

Soobin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you ‘put her in her place?’”

Yeonjun laughed, giving Soobin a nonchalant pat on the back. “Just drop it, would you? It has nothing to do with you.”

“What did you say, Yeonjun?”

Yeonjun was growing irritated now. He huffed out a breath, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said it has nothing to do with you, Soobin. I know you like to hang around people like that pothead Felix, but the rest of us live in the real world, where we’d rather not waste our time with those who have no future anyways. I bet he’s the one that got you to dye your hair that god awful blue, isn’t he?”

Soobin bit the inside of his cheek. He so badly wished to rip Yeonjun to shreds then and there. If he had Felix’s courage, the cocky bastard would have been knocked to the ground ages ago. But if there was one thing Soobin was sure he could never be, it was brave. And so, despite his rage, he remained silent, his eyes practically burning a hole through Yeonjun’s chest from how intently he was glaring.

It seemed as though Yeonjun was about to say something, but his eyes landed on the bit of red that peeked through the front pocket of Soobin’s denim jacket. Before Soobin had time to defend himself, Yeonjun had reached forward and snatched it from his pocket, revealing the large paper heart—his valentine for you.

“So this is why you care so much,” Yeonjun said, laughing as his eyes scanned the glittery words that decorated the page. “You want her to be your valentine.”

“Give that back,” Soobin said quietly, his hands beginning to shake.

Yeonjun instead lifted his eyes to Soobin, gave him a sickly sweet grin, and ripped the heart straight down the middle. He let the two pieces fall from his hands to the ground, and with them Soobin’s heart went also.

“You’re really willing to try and go against me, and for what? For the sake of a girl who can’t even afford a new pair of jeans and a boy that smokes his life away in the bathroom stalls?” Yeonjun took a slow step towards Soobin, his eyes glinting with a sinister determination. “You may be rich, Soobin, but if you choose to lower yourself to their standards, you may as well be dirt poor just like they are.”

With his hands clenched into tight fists, his glasses sliding down his nose, and his heart quite literally in two pieces on the floor below him, Soobin decided that he had had enough.

“I’d much rather be associated with people who are kind and have actual depth to their character than be lumped together with a bunch of pricks like you with no real personality—because that’s something you can’t buy with daddy’s paycheck.”

He had to physically restrain himself from slapping his hand across his own mouth in shock. It was as if the spirit of Felix himself had possessed him to say such harsh things. He wondered where Felix was then, wishing more than ever before to have his best friend by his side as he began to tremble from either the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, or from fear. Or perhaps it was both.

He didn’t have time to ponder it any longer before Yeonjun’s fist collided with his nose, resulting in a sickening crack as pain echoed throughout his face in tidal waves.

He stumbled backward as people began to shout, raising his hand to his nose and gasping when he saw that his palm was covered in blood.

Beomgyu had his arms wrapped around Yeonjun, who was desperately trying to lunge towards Soobin once again.

“Knock it off, Yeonjun!” Beomgyu shouted, pushing the elder back. “His dad is on the school board! Are you trying to get expelled?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder at the still stunned Soobin, who was gaping at the blood that now stained his once white turtleneck.

“Get lost, Soobin,” Beomgyu said, to which Soobin only blinked in reply, his ears ringing.

“Now!”

Head spinning, Soobin picked up the two halves of his paper heart, stuffed them into his jeans, and stumbled out the same door he had seen you go through just minutes before. After checking to make sure his glasses were still intact—they were, thankfully—he shook his head in an effort to clear his mind of the static, eyes scanning the front lawn looking for any trace of you.

It didn’t take long for his eyes to spot you among the now dwindling crowd of partygoers. Your bright pink sweater stood out against the darkness, so he was able to recognize you even with your back towards him. He sniffed, wiping the back of his hand against his dripping nose as he slowly made his way to where you sat on the curb, your feet planted on the asphalt street. He wished that he looked a bit more presentable—when he played this scene out in his head over the years in which he would finally reunite with you, he never imagined himself dazed and covered in blood.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, he supposed.

When he reached you, he simply stood beside you in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. He could tell that you sensed his presence, but you refused to look up at him as you kept your face buried in your hands. He could have sworn he heard a few muffled sobs slip through your fingers, but of course, he wasn’t going to bring that up.

Eventually he decided to slip his jacket off of his shoulders, leaning down to drape it over you. You still kept your head down as he sat beside you on the curb, but he watched you grip the jacket and pull it tighter around your body. He smiled a bit, holding the collar of his turtleneck against his throbbing nose.

“Thank you,” you muttered, wiping your hand across your eyes. You finally looked over at him, and when you did, you couldn’t hold back your gasp. “My God Soobin, what happened to your face?”

“Oh, well, I might have gotten punched,” He said quickly, trying to wave off your concern. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Punched? By who?”

He looked down at the ground, sniffing as a drop of blood hit the pavement. “Yeonjun,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m sorry, did you just say Yeonjun? Are you insane? Why on earth would you butt heads with the Choi Yeonjun?”

Soobin didn’t say anything in response, he simply stared at you, eyes wide with beer dripping off the ends of your hair, makeup smeared across your face, your sweater stained down the front. It didn’t seem to take long for you to put the pieces together, as the shock left your face and was replaced with something akin to guilt.

“Oh,” You said, looking back down at your shoes.

“So she knows that I did it all for her,” Soobin thought.

For some reason, the idea of that both terrified and excited him.

A second later, he glanced over to see you ripping one of the hand-sewed patches of fabric off your jeans, leaving a square of your skin exposed to the chilly night air. You leaned towards him, pushing his hand away from his nose so you could use the patch to clean up some of the blood on and around his puffy red nose.

“Y/N, your pants!” He exclaimed, trying to push your hand away. “They’re ruined!”

“I’m not worried about my pants, you idiot,” You said, swatting his hand away as you continued to press the cloth against his skin. “You got punched in the face because of me, this is the least I could do.”

“That was my choice though,” He muttered, although he stopped trying to resist your touch. He ignored the way his heart thrummed harder in his chest, hoping that you couldn’t hear.

“Well, this is my choice too.” Your eyes flicked to his for a brief moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “Why did you do it, by the way?”

“Do what?”

“Stand up to Yeonjun for me and get a nasty nosebleed as a result.”

“Oh.” He blinked slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. “Just ‘cause.”

“Because . . . ?”

“Because of you.” He blurted, causing your hand to go still against him. He swallowed his fear, braving the best smile that he could. “Just you. That was my only reason.”

You didn’t say anything as your hand fell from his face, the cloth clutched between your fingers. The anxiety he had tried his best to suppress came rushing up all at once, and he was surprised that his ears didn’t begin to squeal like a tea kettle from all the pressure.

“Y/N,” He said, gently placing his hand over yours despite how his fingers trembled. “Why did you pull away from me?”

“What?”

“Four years ago. Why did you stop talking to me?”

You were quiet for a moment, digging into the ground with the toe of your sneaker. Soobin held his breath until you finally replied with, “I was afraid.”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“We were getting older, Binnie,” You said, and his heart skipped at the use of your old nickname for him. “You and I, we’re from very different walks of life. You get to hang out with people like Yeonjun, whereas I get a cup of beer poured all over my face just for existing, and you get a fist to the nose for trying to stand up for me. We’re from different sides of the track, one might say.”

“So?” Soobin asked, his hand tightening around yours. “Did you really think that would affect us that much, Y/N?”

You frowned, glancing down at his hand over yours.

“I thought you’d be embarrassed of me,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Embarrassed?” Soobin’s eyes went wide as he gripped your hand tighter still, pulling it into his lap. “Y/N, I would never, ever be embarrassed of you. Besides, have you seen my best friend? He’s on a first name basis with the principal because of how often he gets written up for smoking behind the school. If I’m not embarrassed of him, why would I ever be embarrassed of you?”

You laughed, wiping the back of your hand across your eyes once more. “I guess I was worried about nothing, huh?” You sniffed, giving his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Soobin.”

He shook his head, squeezing your hand right back. “Don’t apologize. You’re here now, that’s what matters. Do think we could—you know—”

“Pick up where we left off?” You smiled, nodding vigorously. “I’d like that very much, Binnie.”

He beamed then, almost pinching himself to be sure that he was not dreaming, but the pain in his nose was real enough to remind him of that on its own. He jumped to his feet, pulling you right up with him.

“In that case, how about we finally go on that Valentine’s date I had planned all the way back then?”

“Date?” You asked, a brow raised. “Is it really considered a date if two friends are just hanging out?”

He didn’t respond as he pulled you along behind him towards the bushes where he and Felix had hidden his bike. He crouched down and moved the branches aside, feeling his heart drop to his stomach when he realized that his bike was, in fact, no longer there.

He shot up, turning to face you with eyes wide. “Felix—that bastard took my bike!”

You were quiet for a moment, but then, you burst into boisterous laughter, leaving Soobin utterly confused.

“It’s not funny, Y/N!” He whined, shoving your shoulder lightly. “I was supposed to take you to the Dairy Shack on my bike!”

“It is funny,” You said between bursts of laughter. “Only you would get such a rusty old piece of metal stolen from you.”

He pushed his lips out in a pout, sliding his glasses up his sore nose. “It’s a good bike, don’t make fun of it.”

You grinned, interlocking his fingers with yours, which was enough to instantly wipe the pout right off his face.

“Let’s just walk, Binnie. The Dairy Shack isn’t that far anyways.”

You were right; the walk to your favorite milkshake place was very close to the house where the party had occurred. Although Felix stealing his bike had thrown an obvious wrench in his plans, it was a minor hiccup, and one he could most definitely handle. Besides, he wouldn’t have to see Felix until the next day anyways. He could deal with his frustration then.

At least, that’s what he thought anyways, until the two of you spotted Felix at the skatepark on your way to the dairy shack.

Soobin’s eyes took in the deplorable sight before him—from where he stood on the dimly lit sidewalk, he could see Felix and a girl he had never seen before, their faces nearly pressed together, and most importantly, with his bike discarded a few yards away from them.

“Soobin,” You said, tugging on his arm. “They look like they’re busy, let’s just go—”

But Soobin, who had little patience when it came to Felix messing up his plans, didn’t let you finish before he screamed, “Give me back my freaking bike!”

You had to hold back your snort of laughter at his choice of words. Even when he was trying to sound angry, he was undeniably adorable.

Soobin watched as Felix startled, clutching his spliff between his fingers as he glared daggers back at his friend. Soobin gulped, trying not to let his fear show on his face. What did he have to be afraid of, anyways? He was the victim of thievery, and his best friend was the offender.

Felix took a big step towards him, but he paused, his eyes landing on your interlocked hands. Soobin glanced down as well, his face growing furiously warm as he realized the situation he had gotten himself into.

He decided to divert the subject before it could even be brought up by saying, “I can’t believe you stole my bike! All this time I was trying to hide it from strangers, but you, my best friend! I should’ve been hiding it from you!”

Soobin noticed Felix’s female companion step off the skateboard and walk over in his direction, and for a second he felt bad for possibly ruining her night with his best friend. However, his frustration was more prominent in the moment as he fixed his gaze back on his best friend, who had fixed a mischievous smirk upon his face that made warning sirens blare in Soobin’s head right away.

“Now, now, buddy,” Felix said, his voice calm and carefree as ever. It probably had something to do with what he had just smoked, but Soobin didn’t care all that much. “You’re just gonna have to let me borrow it for a little longer.”

Soobin nearly laughed at the audacity of such a statement. “You are gonna give me the bike, or—”

“How about this, Soobs?” Soobin’s lips clamped shut at his friend’s interruption, as the thief in question gestured with his joint to where Soobin’s fingers were locked with yours. “You let me keep your bike for the night, and I don’t tell your dad about you hanging out with the opposite gender.”

Unable to control yourself, you let out a big laugh. Soobin would have felt betrayed, but he was more terrified than anything else at the idea of his father finding out that he was taking a girl out without his permission. He would be grounded for weeks—no, months.

“You wouldn’t.”

Felix’s lips curled up even more into a twisted grin that Soobin wished he had the guts to slap off his face. “God, just imagine the look on Mr. Choi’s face. Imagine him finding out about your premarital hand holding.”

No. Not the hand holding.

Soobin almost felt faint, but he steeled himself to the best of his abilities as he cleared his throat. “One night, Lix,” he warned. “If I don’t see it on my porch in the morning, you’ll be sorry!”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Felix teased. His expression changed a moment later though, when he finally noticed Soobin’s swollen nose and blood-stained turtleneck. “Wait, Soobs, the hell happened to you?”

Soobin, however, had already taken his first steps away from the skatepark, pulling you along behind him. “I’ll tell you later, bud. Enjoy your spliff with that kind girl who you probably don’t deserve!”

“Hey!”

Soobin couldn’t help but laugh as he swung your interlocked hands together, grinning as you let out a laugh as well. The anger that had seeped through him seemed to melt away in an instant as the two of you continued your journey to the Dairy Shack.

“Would your dad really be that upset if he found out about this?” You asked.

Soobin grimaced. “We should probably wait til next year to tell him about this outing. Or maybe the year after that.”

When the two of you had finally reached the Dairy Shack, you waited outside for him while he went in to order your drink. A large chocolate milkshake, with two straws, just like you used to get every time before.

When he had the drink in hand, he walked back outside and sat down beside you on the curb, smiling as you wrapped his jacket tighter around your shoulders. You smiled back up at him, your eyes creasing from the expression. Your smile had always struck him right to his core; he had missed seeing it every day.

He hoped he could see it every morning and every night from that day onward. There was no way he would let you go this time.

He just had to muster up the courage to grab hold of you first.

“You know what, Binnie, you turned out to be a lot taller than I thought you ever would be,” you said as you took one of the straws from his hands. “You’re actually enormous. It’s shocking.”

“Should I find that offensive? It sounds kinda like an insult.”

“Take it however you will,” You teased, leaning over as he popped the plastic lid off the milkshake. He grabbed the cherry by the stem and held it towards you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, holding out your fist. “We have to rock, paper, scissors for it. Remember?”

Soobin laughed as he shook his head. “I’m giving it to you this time. It’s what I planned to do all those years ago, when I asked you to hang out on Valentine’s.”

You seemed to be taken aback, but you simply shrugged as you plucked the cherry from his hand and pulled it from the stem with your teeth, glancing back over at him. It was silent for a moment, but then your eyes landed on the pocket of his jeans, where you could see a bit of red paper poking out. You leaned over even further, reaching your hand out to snatch the paper.

“What are you—hey! Give that back!”

Soobin desperately tried to take his Valentine back from you, but it was too late. You held both halves of what used to be a whole in your hands, your eyes scanning the words as you pieced them together.

“Soobin . . .”

He held his breath. Had his act of young love left you completely speechless? Were you so touched that you would burst into tears?

“This looks like a middle schooler made it.”

He let out the breath in the form of a long, long sigh.

“That’s because it was made by a middle schooler,” He said as he set the milkshake down beside him. “I made it back in the eighth grade. I planned to give it to you that Valentine’s.”

“Oh.” You ran your finger along the card’s surface, the smallest smile creeping across your lips. “Well in that case, it’s not half bad. Why’s it ripped though?”

“Ah—well, Yeonjun . . .”

You nodded, taking another glance at his swollen nose. “No need to elaborate. It seems you had a lot planned for our Valentine’s Day back then. Is there anything else you wanted to do?”

His mouth went dry at that, and he wished that you couldn’t see his face because he was sure that his expression was quite comical. All the way back then, four years prior, he had in fact planned the perfect, ideal day in his head. Picking you up on his bike, giving you the cherry from his milkshake, and presenting you with his hand made card.

There was only one thing left on his list.

He didn’t move at first, willing himself to have enough courage to even look back in your direction. But when he finally did allow his eyes to meet yours, he felt his shoulders relax and his heart rate became more manageable.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against your cheek.

He lingered there for only a moment before he pulled back, daring to pry one of his eyes open to take in the look on your face.

The disappointment was palpable—from the way your brows furrowed together and the way you pursed your lips. His stomach dropped, and he scooted the tiniest bit away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He blurt out, his face growing warmer by the second. “I shouldn’t have done that, I just—”

“Is that all?”

Your question stopped him mid-ramble, his eyes growing wide. “Huh?”

“Is that all?” You repeated, closing the distance between you that he had created. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Soobin. I think we can do better than a peck on the cheek.”

The implications of what you were saying didn’t register with him right away, but when it finally did, he could have sworn his heart began to beat loud enough for the entire town to hear. His hand curled into a fist as he gripped the denim of his jeans. He leaned forward, keeping his eyes open just enough to watch you as he brought his lips closer to yours. He could feel your eyes on him all the while, causing his heart to pound fiercer still within him.

When he was just a breath away, he whispered, “Can you close your eyes?”

“Hm?”

He lifted his hand, gently placing it over your eyes. He leaned closer then, filling the space between you both as his lips met yours. You tasted vaguely of cherry and strawberry slice soda, and he found it quite nice the way his lips seemed to fit perfectly against your own. As the seconds drew on, your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer. He slowly let his hand fall from your eyes, tracing lines with the tips of his fingers down your cheek before he cradled your jaw, letting his lips part just enough to taste the sweet sugar on your lips once more.

He thought in a haze that it was a good thing he didn’t drink anything at the party, as kissing you was proving to be intoxicating enough on its own.

When you finally pulled away, leaving your forehead resting against his, he let his eyes flutter open enough to see the euphoric smile that adorned your features. He grinned as well, gently running his thumb against your cheek.

“I think that back then, I had planned to ask you this before kissing you,” He whispered, “But Y/N, will you be my Valentine?”

Instead of a spoken answer, you laughed, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours once again, and that was the only answer Choi Soobin would ever need.

WHEN SOOBIN ARRIVED HOME THAT NIGHT, HE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE TELEPHONE.

It was kept upstairs at night right outside his parent’s door, to keep himself and his brother from using it in the late hours. Of course, this never stopped Soobin from sneaking it downstairs to his room in the basement to make late night calls to Felix.

And that particular evening, he really needed to give Felix an update.

He grabbed the phone from the small table in the hallway, carefully tiptoeing towards the basement stairs. Before he had even taken the first step down, the bathroom door creaked open. Soobin whipped his head around to see his brother Kai standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he raised a brow at his older brother.

Soobin froze, blinking slowly as he realized the incriminating situation he found himself in.

“Please don’t tell mom,” He whispered, his eyes pleading with his younger brother.

Kai nodded, although Soobin wasn’t quite convinced that the boy was even coherent enough to understand what was going on. Soobin offered a rushed thank you, and ventured his first step down the stairs.

Well, he tried, anyways, and ended up missing the first step. He tumbled down the rest of the stairs, landing on his butt at the very end.

He winced in pain, glad to see that the phone was still intact in his hands. He glanced over his shoulders to see Kai staring down the stairway with wide eyes, his lips parted in shock. Soobin quickly put a finger to his lips, begging his brother for silence.

Kai simply shook his head and walked away, allowing Soobin the freedom to breathe out a sigh of relief.

He quickly ran to his bedroom and shut the door, collapsing onto his bed with the phone as his breaths came in ragged gasps as an aftereffect from his tumble down the stairs. He figured he should have dialed Felix’s number right away, but he couldn’t help but brush his fingers against his lips, remembering the feeling and taste of having yours pressed against them.

He was so caught up in his daze that he didn’t notice Felix calling until the third ring.

He picked it up, breathing heavily into the speaker as he rubbed a sore spot on his lower back.

“Please tell me that panting is from running a marathon, and not what I think you’ve successfully tried.”

Soobin nearly gagged, holding the phone away from his face as he coughed, flustered by his friend's crude words. He brought the phone back to his face and said, “No, you sicko, I just fell down the stairs.”

“How the hell did you manage that with those long legs?”

“That’s not important, Lix!” He laid back onto his pillows then, twirling the phone cord in his hands as he stared up at his ceiling, the memories of his adventure with you that night flooding his mind once more. He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he said, “Look, I need to tell you something important.”

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he could hear the smile in Felix’s voice too as his friend replied.

“Well buddy, I got something to tell you too.”

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