#(I've lightly edited it but I'm trying not to overthink it)

[more-than-a-princess]

@madamhatter​ asked:  For Vampire Sonia, what were her circumstances in becoming a vampire? Was she from a royal family of vampires (considering her lineage)? Or was she converted? For how long has she been roaming the world, and what are her favorite locations across Europe (as if she'll want to step into the U.S.) to stay at?

Unprompted HC asks - Accepting from mutuals!

For Sonia's Vampire AU, much of her origins and lore can be traced back to a part of Novoselic history that historians always get wrong but the story has had an effect on Novosonian society for centuries. To be honest, the important question isn't "How was Sonia turned into a vampire" but "Why was she turned into a vampire?" It's much less about the vampire who turned her and far more about the events that led to why. And that 'why' affects nearly every Sonia verse I've got: canon, modern AU, historical AUs (after a certain point in history), etc.

Note: There are slight deviations of the outcome of this story depending on the verse. For most canon and AU verses, the main story is how it ended. For Sonia's Diabolik Lovers and Vampire AUs (and yes, they are different verses!), there are two twists on the main story ending that apply to those verses.

And before I get started: I may revise this as time goes on. However, I'm not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise, on this headcanon. It's just for RP, for fun, and I'm not terribly interested as to if it is heavily inspired by another fandom (tbh, I wasn't even thinking about other fandoms when coming up with this) or alters European history a bit. Where the history is concerned, I was mostly trying to have dates line up and have a fictional nation fit in with a continent's real history, while giving the story some legitimacy to explain one of Novoselic's most prominent prejudices that shows up in quite a few threads.

With all that said, this HC isn't just the circumstances of how Vampire Sonia came to be. Instead it answers the following question: Why is Novoselic so against having a female monarch?

That answer, as well as Sonia's vampiric origins, can be found roughly 500 years ago. Sonia, or members of her family or staff, have mentioned in various threads that the last female monarch reigned 5 centuries ago and almost brought about the destruction of the country. And it is her ancestor's story that I'm going to share here.

Princess Alina Fiorella Sonia de Jamais, born 1494, was considered something of a miracle. Five years of marriage and only several miscarriages to show for it, not only the King and Queen, but the entire country, felt her birth was a blessing. The Royal Council had worried that there was something amiss in the royal bloodline as, if no children had come to pass, it would be the first instance in modern Novoselic history that the crown would pass from king to duke instead of king to prince. If one royal child could be born, certainly more would follow.

Except that never came to pass. The Princess became the only child of the King and Queen and, by royal decree and ordained by God, the heir to the throne. No one had expected or planned for it, but the Royal Family and their Court believed it best to raise the Crown Princess as they would any other Princess. The King was still quite young himself and the court had their hopes pinned on the fact the Princess would follow her father's footsteps, marry young, and birth the male heir they wanted, all before the King passed away. Thus, while the Italian Wars emerged around the Novoselic borders, Princess Alina was raised in relative peace and happiness. Her nation was a neutral party and she had her kingdom at her disposal: to love her and to teach her.

Which they did. While she excelled at all of the accomplishments for a Princess, Alina was far more apt to set her drawings, her musical instruments, and dancing aside to explore the breadth of her country. Life at court gave her little amusement but her visits to Novoselic's various cities and towns brought her the joy and fascination she looked for in life. Whether it was how to spin wool into yarn or draw water out of a well, she wanted to learn how it was done and would converse happily with anyone who wanted to speak with her. Her friendliness posed a problem for the Novoselic Court, though: someone's respectability played no part in her willingness to befriend them, so alongside the upstanding citizens, Alina also befriended the outcasts. Those without families, work, or even a home of their own: she often took to spending plenty an afternoon with an older woman who lived alone in a cottage at the very edge of the capital. Unmarried and considered a spinster, she made her way in the world as a healer and taught the young princess plenty about the various properties of herbs, minerals, and methods of healing the sick and wounded. She often gave her gifts as well: a stone to bring about good dreams, a silk-wrapped poultice meant for protection and wishes. Alina was fascinated, and she trusted and believed in it all.

But it wasn't enough to keep Novoselic out of the wars. When Alina was 17, her father decided to ally with the Holy League against France in the conflict that would be known as The War of the League of Cambrai. Worried about France's growing interest in taking over parts of Italy and how they could easily cast their eye on Novoselic, the King supplied Pope Julius II with 6,000 trained Novoselic soldiers and participated in several battles himself. With court life disrupted by war, royal balls, parties, and marriages were set aside to support the efforts.

Until 1513, with the siege of Dijon. While it had been a successful campaign against the French, after several successes the King had finally been wounded on the battlefield and succumbed to septicemia in September 1513. Upon his death, the relatively sheltered, beloved Princess of Novoselic became its first reigning queen. And while she was an accomplished singer, created beautiful embroidery, and was proficient in the modern languages, she was woefully inexperienced in managing a royal court or leading an army. Nervous, she took her rightful place on the throne and insisted tradition and her father's wishes would both continue in the form of both coronation celebrations and continuing their alliance with the Holy League.

The former she excelled at: Queen Alina of Novoselic invited nobles and allies far and wide, if the war could spare them, for the coronation festivities. It had been years since they'd had much in the way of frivolity and she thought it best to boost morale, cost be damned. And wanting to welcome as many as possible, she took the advice of her Royal Council in devising the welcomed nobles from a variety of families. Even if she didn't know them personally yet, she was eager to meet them and believed that forming a positive relationship would ensure both an end of the war and a successful rule. And one such noble family, from Novosonian lands close to the Italian border, arrived with blessings from the second son of an Earl and his retinue. While he'd likely never get the title, for his brother had married and produced a male heir, he was still very welcome at court: he was charming, he was witty, he was very handsome, and he spoke keenly about Queen Alina's interests in the commoners an a yearning to understand how the world worked. Her dancing and singing were lovely, but he was the only one who saw an interest in her beyond her feminine accomplishments. And Queen Alina, for the entirety of her young life, and yet to feel what she thought to be love. Until she met him, that is.

And fall in love she did: insisting he remain as a mainstay at court unless absolutely needed on the battlefield, much of Queen Alina's time was spent in his company. With a council she trusted, she often deferred to them to make decisions regarding the War: where to send troops and aid, and how much of each. When she did step in, it was to insist that all wounded soldiers, no matter their rank in society, be given equal access to treatment and healing, and that their families be looked after in case the worst should happen. Alina was far more familiar with the peasants taking up arms in her name than she was with the nobles who led them, and her compassion meant taking away resources from the nobility in order to help. She ignored the grumblings of her Council in favor of reassurance and compliments from the man she loved.

Until Novoselic's participation in the War began to fail. With the Queen deferring to the Council for strategy, Novoselic's army had a lack of discipline and an inefficient command structure that led to more injuries and more wasted resources. Turning to her Royal Council for support, they advised the young Queen to continue sending reinforcements to the battlefield and, beyond protecting their borders, to consider expanding into French territory. More conquests in France would surely weaken them and push them back away from Italy and Novoselic while giving Novoselic a rare chance to broaden their borders and become more prosperous. It sounded like the best strategic option, and so for the first time, Novoselic attempted not to only defend their borders and the peace but actively set out to conquer another nation.

And they were struck down. Easily. And with soldiers perishing on the battlefield or succumbing to poison disguised as food and medicine, the once-strong borders of Novoselic were beginning to crumble and the people now lived in fear: of invasion, of death, of a Queen who could not protect them, who seemed to curse them, who still visited that old woman on the fringes of the capital. A woman who was, soon enough accused of witchcraft, was tried, and found guilty before she was burned alive. Rumors spread of the Queen's close friendship with her and, due to how much the country had suffered during her rule, that she was a witch as well.

Alina was swiftly and quickly imprisoned in the underground dungeons of Novoselic Castle by order of the Royal Council, and her guards, superstitious men that they were, wholly believed that their Queen had dabbled in witchcraft. Alina was interrogated, abused, and tortured, out of protection of the nation to free it from her spells. Weak, pained, and grasping onto the last slivers of hope she had, she felt that only her lover and her own family would argue for her innocence and she was grateful, then, when her lover and the closest thing she still had to a father, the Duke of Valais and the late King's brother, finally opened her cell.

Unfortunately, Queen Alina would never leave that cell alive. She'd thought they brought word of her release and instead, they'd brought weapons. Words and blades alike, Alina was dismayed to learn that the man she'd loved all along had allied with her uncle to distract her away from royal duties: if he married a Queen he'd simply be a royal spouse with no real power unless they had a child, and quickly. But if Queen Alina was removed from the throne and her uncle became King, he'd promised him one of his daughters as a wife and to make him a Duke, expanding his lands four times over. It was an opportunity he couldn't refuse. Her inefficiency as a ruler had been coupled with deliberate sabotage by the Royal Council: they intercepted the reinforcements and resources they sent, they purposely gave her unwise advice in strategy. Alina's uncle revealed that there was no real vested interest in taking over France: in fact, much of the Italian Wars would change little in redesigning the map of Europe. But war and all of its casualties presented possibilities: the chance for others to gain power and rise above their stations. And while the Royal Decree insisted the throne was Alina's by birthright, the Royal Council did not agree. She was a woman, inexperienced and enamored with frivolities, love, and narrowing the gap between the rich and poor, the nobility and the commoners. She threatened their entire way of life, and they needed a way to get rid of her that challenged her legitimacy to rule.

And thus, with Novoselic's borders beginning to crumble and French troops beginning to invade, the members of the Royal Council surrounded Queen Alina of Novoselic and killed her. Hanging or burning, they insisted, was too good for a witch of royal blood: their fury of having to be led by a young woman insisted she be beaten and stabbed over and over until, at long last, her head was severed from her body and brought to the people as a sign of freedom. The witch's curse was lifted and her uncle, next in line for the throne, was crowned King. Novoselic's borders were rebuilt stronger and, after the Battle of Marignano, Novoselic signed a treaty to remain neutral in future international conflicts. They never sought to expand their borders again.

But Queen Alina's short rule of Novoselic fueled a fear turned into superstition and tradition. The one time Novoselic was nearly invaded, a woman had sat on the throne and succumbed to her heart over logic in the way, according to the men that composed the Royal Council, only a woman could. History remembers her as simpleton of a queen, unfit to rule and prioritized her own heart over that of her country that nearly led to its destruction who, after welcoming enemy troops in disguise, was murdered before the new King brought victory, wealth, and happiness to the Kingdom of Novoselic.

It leaves out, however, the fact that Queen Alina of Novoselic was maneuvered due to her inexperience and was, ultimately, set up to fail simply due to the fact no one wanted a reigning Queen on the throne.

In most verses and AUs, this is why modern day Novosonians are skeptical of Princess Sonia eventually becoming queen: the last and only reigning queen in their history nearly destroyed the country, they're superstitious, and plenty of the older, male members of the Royal Council are just as misogynistic as their ancestors. Her name, selected for her by her father, is in honor of the first Queen of Novoselic. And they are hoping she does not repeat her mistakes.

Diabolik Lovers AU

In this verse, the young noble Alina falls in love with is Karlheinz in disguise. While he's allied with Alina's uncle for a position of power, his intent all along was to decimate the royal family and to use the country as a place to foster the Adam and Eve project. With the intent of seducing Alina and eventually killing her, the next step of his plan would have been to murder the rest of her family and take the nation for his own, hoping to make an entire country of hybrid human-vampire beings one day.

Alina, who had truly fallen in love with a monster who was incapable of it, was heartbroken as Karlheinz betrayed her. With the rest of the Council (and her uncle) on the way to finish her off, she knew that her life was essentially forfeit but still believed in her nation. Reaching for the silk-covered poultice her old friend, an actual witch, had given to her so long ago, she'd thrown it at the vampire and proclaimed two wishes: one, that he could no longer touch any of her bloodline and two, that no reigning King of Novoselic would ever invite or allow any of his brethren into Novoselic's borders again. Vampires would, in Alina's dying wish, be barred from Novoselic forever.

Karlheinz, to put it lightly, was not amused by being out-maneuvered by witches. The spell had taken effect and no longer was he able to sustain himself inside Novoselic's borders. Alina's uncle became King and since then, he's had to wait for what seemed to be impossible: an eventual reigning Queen, one that would hopefully befriend one of his bloodline and invite them into her nation.

This is why he's instructed his sons not to harm her, to get along with her: he's still holding a grudge lasting hundreds of years. He doesn't want Novoselic just to execute the Adam and Eve program anymore, he simply wants to destroy it.

Vampire AU aka. the one you came here for

Queen Alina, still betrayed, imprisoned, tortured, and abused in a cell beneath Novoselic Castle, was near death when the Council is called away with threat of a breach of the Castle walls. She's left to bleed out and, she assumed, to die slowly and painfully without the truth of the situation coming to light.

It is then that a woman, a member of her lover's retinue, slips into her cell with a look of pity. She'd accompanied the man with the promise of war, of soldiers that wouldn't be missed when she needed to feed, of a lively and changing world that would disrupt her boredom and fill her belly. Sonia had invited the woman in alongside the rest of his party but hadn't known that she was an actual vampire. And she was disgusted by how the young Queen had been controlled by those she was supposed to trust, only to betray and leave her to die because they did not wish to answer to a woman.

So she gave her the choice to not end her life in a cold, dirty cell but with the understanding that she could not return to her throne and the old life she once had. She'd lose her country, but she wouldn't lose her life. And, desperate not to perish that way, Alina agreed and was turned into a vampire herself. Leaving her title, throne, and country behind, she took up the name 'Sonia,' one of the lesser-used names she'd been blessed with at birth, and sought to do the one thing she'd never been able to do before being granted eternal life: explore the world beyond Novoselic's borders.

Which she's now done for centuries: across Europe, to Asia and Africa, and small stints in America (she didn't much care for it). She deeply regrets not being proficient in military combat and strategy, and so she took the years given to her with eternal life to learn, to protect herself, to not be commandeered by anyone ever again. She still has a sociable streak and likes to befriend others, but she's reluctant to open her heart again. After all, doing so led to her being turned into a vampire in the first place. But she has various residences throughout the world, and tends to go wherever her interests take her (and where your muse might be).

This also means that Vampire!Sonia and the Sonia usually featured on this blog can both exist at the same time. Naturally, they look very, very similar, though the former Queen Alina has green eyes while Sonia Nevermind has blue. For the human Sonia, it tends to be awkward whenever she's compared to her failing ancestor: Alina's portraits in the Castle and the National Portrait Gallery have a concerning resemblance, with most disparaging her for her failures to serve the nation well followed by 'at least she was beautiful.'

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess headcanons #madamhatter #Non-Despair AU: Vampire verse #Non-Despair AU: Diabolik Lovers verse #(This took the majority of two days to finally write) #(I've lightly edited it but I'm trying not to overthink it) #(and to reiterate the disclaimer: I'm not looking for critique on this. At all.) #(This is just what I've come up with for now and may edit it later on)

[shiningwonderland]

Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Terry (twitter: turtlemudge) Proofreader: Ellie (twitter: ellieplatypus) QA: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

September: Dangerous March

Warning: Accidental groping

Syo Kurusu: Ahh, dammit!! I can't accept this….

It's the last day of summer vacation. Syo-kun and I are in the recording room together, editing a song.

Somehow we managed to finish the normal summer homework by yesterday, but….

There's also an "independent project"…. Basically, we have to write any sort of song we want and turn it in. We haven't done that yet.

Haruka Nanami: I thought that the last one seemed fine, though.

Syo Kurusu: No… it's weak. It's the lead-in to the hook.

It's just not clicking somehow. Pausing even a moment too long totally changes the vibe.

Look, it's not like I've been singing ever since I was a kid like everybody else, so my vocal skills are honestly pretty weak.

My teachers told me that singing isn't a skill I can master overnight—they're telling me to give it three years.

But I'm confident in my sense of rhythm and my articulation! And since I want to take advantage of those strong points, I can't slack off on the rhythm.

But even then… it's still weak. If I compromise on it, I won't keep improving. Right?

Besides, you made such a good song. I want to sing it so that it sounds as awesome as it possibly can.

Syo-kun gives me a huge grin.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… thank you.

Syo Kurusu: What are you thanking me for? I'm the one who should be thanking you, okay? Thanks for making such an awesome song.

Syo-kun plops his hand onto my head and keeps it there, petting me.

… His hand ruffling my hair feels nice….

Syo Kurusu: Well, back to work. Let's try and keep going until we get a take we're okay with, yeah?

Haruka Nanami: Ah… well, then…

Select the phrase!

軽く歌ってみるとか Do you want to try singing along lightly for now? (5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: "Lightly"…? But it's the hook—it's the most intense part of the song.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… yes. So maybe, trying it just this once….

I thought being too intense might be causing your problems with the timing….

Syo Kurusu: I see…. You have a point.

Thus, Syo-kun tries singing the hook over and over more lightly, getting a feel for the rhythm at the start.

Select the phrase!

気負わないでみて…… You could try to avoid getting too worked up…. (5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Maybe you're putting too much force into it at that part.

Syo Kurusu: Well, it IS the hook, so it should be intense, shouldn't it?

Haruka Nanami: Yes… but still. Maybe you're overthinking the need to get it perfect and getting flustered.

Syo Kurusu: You're right, maybe I can feel myself rushing ahead a little there. Okay then, I'll take a deep breath and try it again after I've calmed down.

Haruka Nanami: Let's record a lot of takes of just the hook, and then pick the best one. Maybe we don't need to think of this as something we need to get right in one take….

Syo Kurusu: Nah, I always put everything I have into what I do!! But you might be right. Let's try doing it over and over, changing the nuance each time.

Haruka Nanami: Okay!!

And so, we try changing the nuance on every take, until Syo-kun pulls off a take that he's sure he's happy with.

オケだけ聴いてみたら？ How about you try just listening to the instrumental first? (10 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Without singing, you mean?

Haruka Nanami: Yes… before, Hyuga-sensei said that if you're confused while singing, you should listen to the instrumental on its own….

By doing that, you can visualize at what point in the song you need to come in. He said it's important to commit the beat to your muscle memory.

When you're singing, you're too busy being conscious of your voice, and your ear becomes careless. It's important not to try to do it all at once at first.

If you get a clear image of the rhythm in your head first, and then add your voice on top, your singing will fit the instrumental line well.

Syo Kurusu: Is that so? Then I'll try it.

And so, Syo-kun listens to the song that I made, beating his fingers against his thigh like he's drumming.

Syo Kurusu: Alright!! I've got the rhythm!! I’ll try singing it.

Haruka Nanami: Sure.

Ah… amazing….

What I wanted to do, what I was hoping to convey… he understands it all.

It's like our hearts are speaking to one another. I'm so happy….

This time, Syo-kun makes the song I composed totally his own.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah! That was good!!

Next, there's this bit….

As he says that, Syo-kun leans closer to the sheet music and points.

Haruka Nanami: Where?

I also lean in to examine the sheet music more closely, but….

Ah… his face… is so close….

Syo Kurusu: Ah….

For some reason, the moment gets awkward, and we look away at the same time.

Haruka Nanami: U-um!

Fwip. I step on a loose sheet of paper, my foot slips, and I lose my balance.

Syo Kurusu: Careful!!!

GRIP!

Syo-kun reaches out and catches me firmly, supporting me.

But….

Syo Kurusu: Gwah!!

Syo-kun's balance gets thrown off too, and we crash to the floor together.

Syo Kurusu: Owww…. !!!!!!!

One hand holding his head, Syo-kun starts to get up. Then he realizes where his other hand is, and freezes.

… His other hand… is touching my chest.

Syo Kurusu: No!! T-this is, uh… i-it was an accident!!

I-I wasn't thinking that I wanted to touch it, or that it's softer than I thought, or anything like that, okay?!

… So… uh… sorry.

Syo-kun turns crimson, hanging his head.

Haruka Nanami: Why are you apologizing?

Syo Kurusu: Eh… because I, well…

Haruka Nanami: You didn't do anything wrong, Syo-kun. You were just trying to help me…. So… don't apologize….

Syo Kurusu: … You're sweet…. Thanks.

Pat. Rub, rub.

Syo-kun pets my head like he's praising a small child.

Haruka Nanami: ???

I'm happy to have my head patted, but….

What is he praising me for, again?

I gaze at Syo-kun, mystified, and he hurriedly looks away and clears his throat.

Syo Kurusu: A-anyway, moving on!! Let's get back to recording.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah.

A few days later….

A ranking of the songs we turned in with our summer homework is posted in the hallway.

Syo Kurusu: Hey! Haruka!! Look at this!!

Haruka Nanami: What…? No way….

The song that Syo-kun and I made is… the best of our grade….

I can't believe it…. This must be a dream….

Syo Kurusu: We did it! HAHAHAHA!

A sweet grin spreads across Syo-kun's face as he hugs me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yeah!

Syo Kurusu: Ah… sorry I just, uh….

But… I’m just so happy. This is….

Syo-kun gazes triumphantly at the display board.

Select the phrase!

翔くんのおかげだね It's thanks to you, Syo-kun. (15 Love, 5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Nope!! This is a victory that we achieved together! Okay?

Haruka Nanami: Oh….

うんっ！ Yeah!! (10 Love, 5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: This just goes to show that the magnificent Syo Kurusu and Haruka Nanami make a great team.

夢なんじゃ…… Is this a dream…? (20 Love, 5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: What, do you think you fell asleep standing up?! Here, look closer. This isn't a dream. It's real.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yeah….

But I still can't believe it.

Syo Kurusu: Sheesh….

Syo-kun gently pinches my cheek.

Haruka Nanami: Ouch!

Syo Kurusu: See? This isn't a dream.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah.

Syo Kurusu: Sorry…. Did I hurt you… ?

Syo-kun rubs the spot where he pinched me.

Haruka Nanami: Just a little… but it's okay.

I softly cover Syo-kun's hand, which is still on my face, with my own.

Syo Kurusu: O-okay…. Anyway….

Syo Kurusu: Let's keep this up for the graduation audition, okay?

Pat. Syo-kun puts his hand on my shoulder.

Haruka Nanami: Okay!!

While we're both celebrating…

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~!! High scores put you on top of the wooorld.

… the principal appears behind us.

Shining Saotome: I will grant you a special reward.

The principal pulls out a plastic card and shows it to us. It says, "S Class Limited Edition Competitor Ticket! Surpass the principal!! Topple him in a match and debut immediately."

Syo Kurusu: "Topple"…? Me…? Against Shining Saotome…?

Syo-kun stares down at his hand, then closes it tightly, making a fist.

His fist trembles slightly, maybe from nerves, but Syo-kun suddenly has an excited look on his face.

Shining Saotome: That's riiight. You will compete with ME in a scavenger huuunt. If you win, you will debut immediatelyyy.

Syo Kurusu: —wait, a scavenger hunt?! I was sure you meant hand-to-hand….

Shining Saotome: YOU don't know how to ask for things politelyyy. BUT other than that, you have the talent to debut right NOWWW.

You'll WIN if you carry the item to this girl at the gooooal.

And this MEEEANS! Reach the goal and Go to Heaven!

As he says this, the principal tucks me and Syo-kun under each of his arms and leaps into the air.

Haruka Nanami: Huh?!

Syo Kurusu: Whoa!!

Syo Kurusu: Wha… what was that just now…? I'm seeing stars….

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~! That's a side effect of breaking the sound barrieeeer!

The sound barrier…? So that's what that was….

We certainly traveled the distance from that hallway to the sports field in the blink of an eye.

Syo Kurusu: That was… the sound barrier…? Somehow, I feel like I glimpsed the afterlife for a second.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa~! You're imagining thiiings!

Now, let's compose ourselves and begin the scavenger huuunt. YOU will proceed to the goal area!

Haruka Nanami: Yes, sir.

Shining Saotome: Well then well then, the first to draw will be MEEE.

The principal snaps his fingers, and a stagehand appears and presents a box full of slips of paper.

Shining Saotome: Which-one-shall-I-choose-I-wonder. Hmm!! Thiiis one!

The principal puts his hand into the box and draws out a slip of paper.

Shining Saotome: … Ohhh.

The moment he opens it, the principal's brows draw together in a frown.

Syo Kurusu: What is it?

Syo-kun peers at the piece of paper the principal drew.

Syo Kurusu: Let's see what we have here…. Huh? "The Statue of Liberty in New York"? That's impossible for…

Shining Saotome: Hmmmmmmm. This ocean is there, the land is over there, and so it should be somewhere around….

If I go here, there, and here again—there's the shortcuuut!

The principal stares at a map of the world brought by a stagehand. And then….

Shining Saotome: I've, basically, got it! Now then…. START!

The principal runs off with tremendous speed.

Syo Kurusu: … Is the old guy seriously gonna bring back the Statue of Liberty? No way. Guess I'll be winning this.

With a huge smile on his face, Syo-kun draws a slip of paper. But…

Syo Kurusu: Gah!!

… the moment he sees what's written on the paper, his expression freezes.

Haruka Nanami: Um… what's it say?

Syo Kurusu: Na… Natsuki Shinomiya's… glasses….

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

Apparently, when A Class's Natsuki Shinomiya's glasses are taken off… his alternate personality awakens and wreaks utter destruction.

Come to think of it, I believe I caught a glimpse of that side of him during the sports festival….

Yeah…. That was a bit scary….

Select the phrase!

あきらめますか？ Are you going to give up? (20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Taking Shinomiya-san's glasses is too dangerous.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, it might be. But… a man shouldn't give up on a competition so easily.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

I take one of Syo-kun's hands in both of mine.

Syo Kurusu: Wh-wh-what are… you doing…?

Haruka Nanami: You're doing it no matter what, then.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah….

Haruka Nanami: Please stay safe… somehow….

Syo Kurusu: Don't worry. I'll be perfectly fine. All you need to do is wait here for me!

Saying that, Syo-kun pats me gently on the back with his other hand.

覚悟を決めるしか… I guess you have no choice…. (15 Love)

Syo Kurusu: Yeah. You're right.… Sorry. I might be putting you in danger, but I swear I'll protect you.

I'll keep you safe, no matter what.

Syo-kun clenches his fists tightly.

引き分けでしょうか？ So it's a tie? (0 Love)

Syo Kurusu: Well, the other thing is nearly impossible, too. But still, just doing nothing because of that doesn't sit right with me….

Then, at that moment…

Ringo Tsukimiya: Oh dear, oh dear!! Everybody, come see this!! Look at the TV!!

Tsukimiya-sensei comes running towards us, holding a small television.

Hyuga-sensei comes walking up slowly behind him, wearing a resigned expression.

Syo Kurusu: What is it now?

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, just now, on the news….

Announcer: … the party responsible for New York's Statue of Liberty's sudden disappearance is currently unknown….

Surprised by the words coming from the television, I glance over to see that, true enough, the Statue of Liberty has vanished from the New York City skyline.

Syo Kurusu: Huh?! No way, does that mean Shining Saotome actually…?

Dammit! Guess I've got no choice….

Select The Phrase!

どうするの What are you going to do? (0 Love)

Syo Kurusu: Whaddaya mean, what am I gonna do? There's only one thing to do now!

Haruka Nanami: You mean, you're going to…?

Syo Kurusu: Yep. I've gotta go get Natsuki.

四ノ宮さんを呼ぶ？ Will you call Shinomiya-san? (20 Love)

Syo Kurusu: Nah, I'll go find him.

Haruka Nanami: Why? If you call him here and then take his glasses, you'll reach the goal in no time….

Syo Kurusu: If I do that, it'll put you in too much danger. There's no way I'm gonna let that happen.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Syo Kurusu: For now, you wait here. I'll be back before you know it, all right?

四ノ宮さんの所へ行く？ Will you go to Shinomiya-san? (10 Love)

Syo Kurusu: Yep, I'm gonna go find him.

Haruka Nanami: Um… be careful… okay?

Syo Kurusu: Don't make that face. I'll be fine!

Syo-kun pets my hair gently.

Hyuga Ryuya: Hold up. If you're gonna do it, take this with you.

Syo Kurusu: What's this?

Hyuga Ryuya: A miniature camera. It's connected to the TV monitor here, so we'll be able to see how you're doing.

You're about to steal Shinomiya's glasses. We need to keep an eye on you so we can evacuate the rest of the school if things go south.

Syo Kurusu: Ah, gotcha….

And so, Syo-kun went to find Shinomiya-san.

Syo Kurusu: So… um….

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Hm? What's wrong, Syo-chan? You look like you're unhappy about something.

Syo Kurusu: Nah, I just… uh… well. I need your glasses…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: My… glasses?

Syo Kurusu: So, uh… yeah….

Syo-kun… seems unable to get the words out. I guess he really is a little scared after all….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah! Syo-kun, have you been wanting to try on my glasses? You should have said something earlier! Of course, here you go.

Shinomiya-san casually plucks his glasses off, handing them to Syo-kun.

But… Shinomiya-san's expression stays the same as always.

Syo Kurusu: H-huh? No way, everything's alright?

For a split second, we all think so.

RUUUUUMBLE.

Then Shinomiya-kun's aura darkens, and he rushes at Syo-kun.

Syo Kurusu: I knew it, OH CRAAAP!

Syo-kun runs for his life, shouting desperately.

Syo-kun emerges from a cloud of dust, running towards us.

And Shinomiya-san follows, chasing after him.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kuuun! The goal's over heeere!

I wave, moving my arms as much as I can.

Syo Kurusu: Dammit! All I gotta do now is get away!!

Haruka Nanami: You're so clooose!

For a moment, I think that he's sure to win if he keeps up this pace, but then….

VOOOOOOM!

There's a monstrous roaring sound, and the principal appears, pulling the Statue of Liberty behind him.

Syo Kurusu: Huh?! Don't tell me he's back already?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha ha~~

Syo Kurusu: And there are American helicopters coming after him!!

He's right…. The principal is being pursued by the best and brightest of the United States' military forces.

I'm guessing they're here to take back the Statue of Liberty….

BLAM BLAM BLAM!

The helicopter pilot has the principal in his sights and starts shooting wildly.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha HAA~~!! Go on, hit me with your best shot. Missed meeee.

The principal, in a display of superhuman agility, dodges all the bullets flying towards him, but….

Syo-kun, who's on the same track, is coming into the line of fire.

Luckily, the bullets have only grazed him thus far, but one of them could strike true at any moment.

Syo Kurusu: Now hang on just a second… what the heck is this?! What have I dooooone?

Syo-kun is becoming increasingly panicked, but continues to run with all his might towards the finish line.

Shinomiya-san is just a step behind him, and then…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Hah!!

… he suddenly leaps into the air.

Syo Kurusu: Gah!!

Satsuki Shinomiya: Haaaaa—!!

The next instant, still in midair, he crushes the state-of-the-art helicopter with a single knifehand strike.

The pilot evacuates in the nick of time, but the helicopter is blown to smithereens.

Syo Kurusu: What kind of monster is he?!

Satsuki Shinomiya: Hah!!

The second he touches the ground, Shinomiya-san's focus returns to Syo-kun, and he continues chasing after him at incredible speed.

Syo Kurusu: Aaaaaaaaah!!! Stay awaaay!!!

Shining Saotome: Ha ha HAA~ Victory for ME!

At that moment, the principal reaches the goal.

Syo Kurusu: Aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!

However, Syo-kun doesn't seem bothered by losing the competition at this particular moment.

Syo-kun and Shinomiya-kun are about to run right past the principal, when—

Glint!

Shinomiya-kun locks eyes with the principal, glaring in his direction.

Is it possible that the target of his ire has become the principal instead of Syo-kun?

Shining Saotome: Ho-ho~~ Have you decided to pick a fight with ME?

The principal smirks.

And then, in the next instant, a clash of titans begins!

Their power is equally matched. Raw force twists the air between them.

Enormous amounts of energy pour out of them both, wrapping around one another like a hurricane.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…!!

The force breaks over me, threatening to drag me under. I feel like I'm about to be blown off my feet.

Syo Kurusu: Hey! Grab my haaand!!

Syo-kun reaches for me, pulling me back towards him.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… Shinomiya-san's glasses, quick—!

Just as we turn to look at the principal and Shinomiya-san, the former manages to pin the latter.

Shining Saotome: Nowww, Mr. Shorty. Return the glasses!! Before the world is reduced to a sea of flaaame!!!

Bracing himself, Syo-kun draws closer to Shinomiya-san and puts his glasses back on.

And then….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? Syo-chan? Are you done with my glasses already?

Shinomiya-san, suddenly back to normal, asks Syo-kun this question light-heartedly.

Syo-kun, relieved, collapses on the spot.

Syo Kurusu: Geez…. I can't believe you…!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hm? What is it?

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haaa. Well, that settles that.

The next day….

Syo Kurusu: That's weird… there's nothing written about it at all.

… I find Syo-kun in our classroom, looking through the newspaper.

Haruka Nanami: What's wrong?

Syo Kurusu: Oh, you know, all that stuff yesterday. I thought for sure there'd be something in the newspaper about the Statue of Liberty disappearing out of nowhere….

But they haven't mentioned it anywhere.

The next moment, a floorboard flips upward, revealing… the principal.

Shining Saotome: Behold, the political power of Shining Agencyyy.

And with that, the principal disappears beneath the floor once again.

Syo Kurusu: Political power…! Geez, what a ridiculous guy.

Syo-kun smiles as he says that, looking like he's enjoying himself.

Haruka Nanami: Come to think of it…. In the end, the principal was able to pin Shinomiya-san down long enough for Syo-kun to put his glasses on him again.

School is over.

I'm talking to Kuppuru about yesterday while feeding him some melon bread.

Kuppuru listens attentively while enjoying his snack.

Haruka Nanami: You know…

Select the phrase!

学園長先生ってすごいよね。 … the principal really is amazing. (10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I guess that's what it means to be a living legend in the entertainment industry.

It seems like there's really nothing our principal can't do.

翔くんってすごいよね。 … Syo-kun really is amazing. (20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: No matter how bad a situation gets, he never, ever gives up.

Even when a situation's so dangerous that slipping up even once might kill him, he finds a way to pull through. He's… incredible, really.

He's a wonderful partner….

四ノ宮さんってすごいよね。 … Shinomiya-san really is amazing. (No points)

Haruka Nanami: He's usually so gentle…. Where on earth does all that power come from…?

He's a pretty mysterious person.

But you know… Syo-kun looked pretty worn out today. He seemed a bit pale….

He was mostly okay in the morning, but he seemed exhausted by the afternoon, so I forced him to skip our practice today.

Haruka Nanami: I think he overdid it yesterday and tired himself out….

Syo-kun's really competitive and always tries so hard that it's easy to imagine him pushing his limits. It's a bit worrying….

Come to think of it, didn't Kaoru-kun ask Syo-kun if he was healthy when he came to visit during summer vacation?

I wonder if he's worked himself to the point of collapsing before, or something….

Just the thought of something like that happening to Syo-kun makes me anxious.

Kuppuru: Meow.

Kuppuru peers worriedly at my face.

Haruka Nanami: I-I'm fine. I just got a little worried. I'm sure Syo-kun is absolutely fine….

Besides, I'm going to work hard, too. I want to help as much as I can to support Syo-kun.

We're partners, so we need to support and help each other.

Haruka Nanami: So we're going to be fine.

That's what I said at the time, but I couldn’t shake the seed of unease that had started growing deep in my heart.

Mini Game

Ryuya Hyuga: All right, time to get started! How're ya doing? Have you gotten used to these private lessons?

This time, you'll be playing through the set piece once. By playing the song, you seem to have reached a new level of understanding about it.

Plus, your arrangement is shaping up nicely. If you keep this up, you'll be able to do well when you're composing your own pieces.

This is the last of the tests based on the set piece. Promise yourself you'll put everything you've got into this performance, relax, and play.

Okay. Are you ready? Three two, one, start!

[S ENDING]

Syo Kurusu: Because you're always doing your best, I know I can do my best, too. When I'm with you I can fight with all my might.

Haruka Nanami: Me too…. Because you're here with me, Syo-kun, I'm able to try my best. I got discouraged so many times when I was on my own….

I start to feel sad when I'm reminded a little bit of my loneliness from the summer. Syo-kun pats me on the head.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you. But I'm okay now. I'm not alone anymore.

Syo-kun is always at my side. Having him nearby is so reassuring.

Ahh, I really did end up with an amazing partner…. I'm so happy.

Chapter End

#syo repeat #syo kurusu #utapri

[hiraethenthusiast]

"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged. 

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up” 

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most." 

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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tagging some friends who'd like to read!

@evanssimpybaby @hollandsmushroom @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @leafy-holland @t-lostinworlds

#tom holland angst #tom holland gifs #tom holland x reader #x reader #tom holland and reader #tom holland smut #tom holland #fluff #romantic #wedding #love #holland and co #cute as a button every single one of you #raya writes #raya is a mohmaya

[oneboxofmatches]

Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

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My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

#matchups #fandom matchups #harry potter matchup #harry potter #cedric diggory #luna lovegood #remus lupin #lily evans #lily potter

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BillDip One shot 😅

Idk who’s picture this is but it’s beautiful and holy I don’t take any owner ship of it! Anyways I made the shot off of this and I didn’t edit it or anything I just kinda left it how it was and I made this all in one day so it’s bad....

Hope you enjoy!

It was dark at the time in the forest, the sun had set already and the moon took its place. There were fairies and other small creatures that lit the forest so it wasn't too dark.

Bill had told Dipper that they should go out in to the forest for no actual reason, but Dipper didn't refuse since it would be quite and away from every one at least. Not that he minded the groups company, just sometimes they can get pretty loud and annoying.

Also he would get time with the demon alone. He did have a small crush on him but would never admit it to himself or to the demon. They have been getting along very well actually they would go out in the forest a lot just the two of them alone.

It would be actually pleasant as most times it would be silent conversation which was calming and not awkward at all. Sometimes though they would talk about the journals, creatures that lived in the forest, or just about life.

Dipper was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a tree. He was reading his journal as he lifted his hand to push his glasses up more on his face. He didn't really need them but it did help to see the words in the a bit clearer.

He glances up to Bill to who was leaning on Dippers legs facing away from him. It didn't seem like he was doing anything but starting at the fairies that flew by him. He's actually been more quiet today than usual.

"Hey, you ok?" Dipper asks lightly breaking the silence. Bill shifts his head to the side a little. Then suddenly he's moving as he turns around and crosses  his arms and lays them on Dippers knees.

"Why do you ask? Are you worried about me Pine Tree, well isn't that sweet." He says with a cheeky smile. Dipper glares at him as he feels his cheeks hear up.

"No. I'm just curious because you been quiet all day." Dipper says as he glances down at his still opened journal in his hands.

Bill raises an eyebrow and stares at Dipper who is slowly regretting his decision to speak first.

"Yes I've been quiet all day." Bill reply's with no emotion. Dipper frowns as he looks back up at him.

"Why?" He asks quickly only to flinch from not thinking. Bill stares at him with an amused look but doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Well Why do you think I've been quite Pine Tree?" asks with a smirk. Dipper thinks for a moment.

"Is it because of Grunkle Stan and the others?"

"No."

"Is it Gravity falls?"

"No."

"Is it the shack?"

"No" Dipper sighs. Well he didn't know it could be anything. Then a thought pops up he didn't know if he should ask or not it was kinda risky but it was worth a try.

"Is it...me?"

"Maybe" There was nothing on Bills face to give anything away as Dipper look at him a little shocked.

"Did I do something wrong or something to upset you?" Dipper said a bit of panic lacing his face as a beat of sweat was on the side of his face.

"No the opposite actually." Bill says with amusement. He sighed mentally with relief. Though he didn't understand stand then if he didn't do anything wrong.

"I...I don't understand then if I didn't do anything wro-" Dipper was cut off as Bill suddenly snatched his journal from his hands and set it closed and on the ground a little away beside them. Before Dipper could say anything though Bill pipes in.

"I'll give you a hint." He says as he sits on his knees.

"Why don't you just tell me?" He says getting a little angry that he wasn't just telling him.

"Well that wouldn't be any fun then." Bill says as he smirks at Dipper.

"Fine give me a hint." He glares at the demon who just chuckles.

"Gladly Pine Tree."

Then the demon is moving. His hands move to rest on the ground beside Dippers hips. Bills sides are in between Dippers knees as there faces are just inches apart. Dipper is leaning all the way against the tree as well as his head. His arms are at his sides hand lay on the ground almost touching Bills.

They've locked eyes. Bill's are in a serious expression but no hint of emotion can be seen. Dipper looks surprisingly not that shocked he is but the way the demon look he didn't know how to fell. Dippers mouth was opened a tiny bit not knowing if he should say something or not.

Bill lifts a hand slowly keeping eye contact the whole time. He pushes Dippers glasses up with his hair away from his forehead. Dipper is tense as he shuts his mouth.

And finally what seemed like forever Bill leaned in.

Bill's lips were soft.

Dipper still had his eyes opened shocked but Bill had his shut. Dipper couldn't believe what was happening. He was still tense though why would Bill kiss him he didn't show anything that Bill liked Dipper he couldn't believe it at all.

He was a demon after all he doesn't grow old like Dipper dose Bill would be crushed when that day comes.

Dipper was overthinking so much that he didn't realize that bill had stoped. He only started paying attention when the demon chuckled softly and meet his eyes.

"Stop overthinking things you know why now. We will talk about details later Pine Tree. Ok?" He says softly as the hand that was holding the glasses and Dippers hair slid down to cup Dippers cheek. Bill's thumb rubbed under Dippers eye slowly trying to make him les tense which worked.

Bill was right they could talk about it later it just worries Dipper. He likes Bill a lot he wouldn't want to think about things that wouldn't happen for awhile when he had only this moment to think about.

"Ok." Dipper nods slightly. Bill smiles then leans in agin.

Though this time Dipper kisses back.

#gravity falls dipper #billdip #one shot #short story #gravity falls bill #idk what im doing #this is horible #i did this all in one day #there cute #and i ship it #Dipper Pines #Bill Cipher

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T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 3. the one with the same cliche story

Sylvia •

Gwilym and Joe’s apartment was intellectually eclectic, and expensive looking. Exquisite crown molding around the room. White washed walls with art and photographs along them. Various different aspects, colored vases and decor. Lots of greenery hanging from the ceilings and shelves. Large bookcases covering the wall from top to floor, opposite of the entertainment center. With a grey couch in the middle of living space. Completely laid out differently compared to ours.

Lucy and Joe could be heard in the kitchen, leaving me to look around. I stood in front of the bookcases. Examining the poets and authors lining the shelves.

All pretty editions, Capote, Burroughs, Huxley to name a few. I picked up On The Road, impressed and just wondering who read these between the two gentlemen living here.

"Liking New York so far?" One of the gentlemen, Joe asked standing next to me now, holding out a glass of wine.

He was quite handsome. Tall standing at five foot nine.!Dark chestnut eyes that somewhat gold from the amber glow nearby. Rich auburn hair. Dressed in a white button down short sleeve, nicely loose against his build, showing off his semi toned arms. Along with a pair of black faded jeans, shaping him out quite admiringly.

I smiled, trying my best to disguise the slight startling of his entry. Placing the book back, before my fingertips met Joe’s lightly.

I shrugged a little, "I mean I've only gotten as far as my fire escape." I answered, then. "But so far I like it." Watching the corners of his lips curl while I took a sip from my glass.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He suggests, his large hand extending to the sofa. His voice lathered in a light New York accent, smooth throughout the room.

I sat down next to him, still observing the artwork on the walls. "Your apartment is really nice." I broke, Joe nodded slightly with a smirk. "Thank you, its more of my roommate's tastes than mine." He replied. I slowly nodded, "Even the books?" I pressed, taking another sip of the bittersweet mix of berries. Joe nodded again, looking over at the collection behind us and resting his arm onto the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I'm more into music."

"Is he like an English professor or something?" I kept going, he shook his head. "He's a photographer." He corrected, "An artiste, he likes to say." He mocked jokingly, before grabbing a peppermint from the wooden box on the coffee table.

"And what do you do?" I asked once more, leaning back and adjusting more comfortably than what the stiff sofa could offer. Trying to balance my interests in both of the neighbors I was gaining for my stay here.

Joe’s lips parted lightly, "A barista in the morning, a deejay by night." The charming pearl of his teeth unveiling. "You know, the cafe is actually hiring. I can ask Jimmy to fit you in for an interview sometime this week." He finished, taking another swig if his beer.

I never worked that task in my life and my mouth just rattled with questions. Joe chuckled, comfortingly that it was easy. Before going on about things he's heard from Lucy at numerous occasions.

"Isn't she a trip?!" Lucy pointed, entering the living room. Joe nodded to the statement when she sat down on the arm chair nearby, her wine glass resting in her hand.

I sat listening, chuckling and pouting to myself because I was running low on the wine I was nursing. Smelling the aroma of the sauce just about done.

Lucy and Joe picked up on a story. Joe talking about my interview for Thursday and Lucy talking about how much of a riot Jimmy is. She was in the mist of beginning a story about him when I heard keys jiggling against the knob.

A dark haired figure coming through before the keys hit the dish on the table next to it. Dressed in black with a brown paper bag resting in his arm.

Lucy turned towards the sound, "Gwil!" She greeted, "Running late like usual." She added, turning and shooting a smile my way. He shot a faint "Hey" before he walked closer to the chair she was in, and the amber lights hitting him more clear now. Portraying more of his features, the dark scruff peppered over his cheeks and jaw. The two buttons undone at the beginning of his collar, shining a silver chain faintly.

"Long day?" Joe added, Gwilym sighed. "Something like that." He answered, his accent being completely different than from Joe. His eyes immediately meeting me, with his brow angling a bit. My eyes bashfully hitting the table in front of me.

"Gwil, this is Sylvia. She'll be staying with me for a while." She explained, catching the slight awkwardness fill the space. His expression relaxed, probably remembering what he was told before. I shyly waved, he smiled when I did so.

Lucy offered to get him a beer, while going to check on dinner. But he shook his head, "I'm good." He replied, fixing the sleeve rolled on his arm. "I have a few in my room." He finished, saying goodnight and exiting himself.

"I wonder what's wrong with him?" Joe said before turned and looked over to me, "He's quite a character." He reassured, only leaving me baffled and gulping the last sip of my glass.

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A variety pop station played through the alarm clock I uncovered while unpacking my new room. It was a nice room. A blank canvas with white walls and big windows looking out a fire escape to the street and building across. A full size bed, with a nightstand and a white shaped lamp. A large dresser and rack, making up for the closet that was converted into a bathroom.

I kneeled onto the dresser across my bed, lining up ten books and a few vases on the shelf above it.

"Please tell me you've never worn this." Lucy slurred after opening the second bottle of Wine. I turned my head down to her, as she sat pretzel legged on the floor and holding up a cluttered patterned blouse. Finding it as she went through my boxes of clothes, her specialty.

"I have, it was a big hit at the office." I mentioned confidently, she chuckled. "Of course it was, you worked with people over forty." She corrected, folding it before adding. "Another thing we'll work on while you're here. Let you indulge in my discounts." Quietly enough for me to catch.

I rolled my eyes, going back to sorting the look of my shelf. We got quiet again into our jobs. I hummed to myself to the bubblegum playing while I switched to the piles Lucy made on my bed to place into my dresser. The silence between got me thinking, rehashing tonight at dinner across the hall.

I wasn't sure why I allowed it to bother me, I never even heard of Gwilym until today. His first impression made me weary I guess, like I didn't belong. Even with the whole 'something's bothering him.' I was probably overthinking it all, it just gave me a weird vibe.

I looked down at Lucy again, refolding her sloppy technique. "So that guy Gwil." I spoke, seeing her head pop up suddenly.

"What about him?" She questioned, grabbing the bottle and sipping from it. I felt so silly, I shook my head. Forgetting about the whole thing but Lucy insisted.

I place my hands on the dresser with the ugly blouse still in them, "Like" I began, "Is he always so short like that?"

Lucy shook her head, "No, not always." She said, then. "I think he must've had a difficult client or something. He's a bit pretentious at times but confusing most of the time."

I felt my lips form out "Oh." Continuing with the fabric in my hands until I grabbed the next.

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Gwilym •

My morning has been in total chaos from the start. From waking up late and missing the first chute to work, to spilling my coffee over proofs. Then for Lolly to set passwords to all my upcoming appointments. She even went through the extent of calling three clients and booking them all in the same time. Rushing two and losing my touch to get them done. Finally reaching the waiting room for the third and noticing they left and I wasn't going to get paid from Allure anytime soon.

Luckily lunch came around and some of the pictures of the sessions I was able to finish came out exceptional. I closed shop and headed three blocks up to 15th and Canal to Jimmy Bean. Where Joe worked and made my coffee better than what Lolly would get me.

The bell over the door dinged when I entered. The place was busy for the little time before lunch. The dark wood tables taken by one to three people at each. Matching nicely with the different colors painted on the walls and odd pieces of art. Eclectic as the shop was now owned by a bearded hippie man and his wife.

The color leathered stools aligned the counter happened to be empty. I grabbed a newspaper by the door, making my way before I sat heightened from the floor. My black clads resting on the bar below. Reading the city's headlines. Waiting for my friend to get done being flirty with the blonde at table three.

"Want a scone today? Jimmy made blueberry ones." Joe asked, taking a rag to the counter in front of me. I nodded, mouthing a "Please" before my glasses back to the paper and Joe grabbed the fresh pot.

I felt the steam nearing when he poured the hot liquid into the color block mug, "So were you okay last night?" He began, before placing a plate with the scone in front of me.

I sighed, bringing the mug to my mouth and indulging the bitter black mud down my throat. "Lolly quit on me and left me a mess at the studio." I fulfilled.

I went on with a further explanation on what could've made her split. My looks, my persona, the way I was with Keya, or that I played with her feelings which I'm always good for. I know the kind of guy I am, I don't blame her for walking away, even though she left with haste. But I'm glad she learned that nothing was ever going to happen after just fucking her.

Joe eventually derailed the conversation to the importance of our rent and how he had a gig tonight at Drougie's. I was getting a little carried away about a possible gallery show being booked when the kitchen door opened. Jimmy came out blabbing to himself at first while he held it open. Then a short brunette followed after, it was Sylvia, Lucy’s friend.

"Joseph, you'll be training Miss Altman tomorrow morning in between customers." Jim  explained, as he reached her a pin name tag to decorate and a fresh black apron.

I watched as she stood poised, but it was hard for her. "Make her something on the house will ya?" He added before reminding her to be in at seven and going on to greet regulars. Once he turned around, the straightness of her lips curled.

"Thank you soooo much Joe!" She exaggerated gleefully. He just smiled at her, "No problem, no problem." He repeated, before telling her to take a seat and going to give her a 'first lesson.'

Sylvia turned the corner of the counter, her curvy figure coming more into play. Dressed in a black camisole cover by a little black cardigan. With a burnt red skirt meeting at her thigh with buttons down the middle. Loose strands of her dark brown hair falling from her ponytail and meeting her collarbone, wearing a minimal of makeup. She was quite pretty, a lovely smile and so delicate like. She sat with her posture so well and her legs crossed over the knee, showing off her platform slides.

She ordered an iced macchiato, I glanced sheepishly, seeing that she was too from the corner of her blue eyes. I smirked, deciding to redeem myself from last night.

"I apologize for my choppy behavior last night," I began, watching as she turned to me. "I'm Gwilym."

She smiled lightly, "Oh no worries." She reassured, stretching her hand towards me. "Sylvia." Her skin soft to the touch in mine.

We went back to our silence before Joe joined our conversation and opened the door for all to come out on the counter. I watched as she twirled her straw between every sip of her drink and how pretty her lashes were.

"So what made you come to New York?" I asked, she smirked looking at her cup. "Well you know Lucy. She can be abrasive in a good way." She began, "But mainly for a change and I'm looking for something bigger."

The same cliched story for every woman I've ever come across in this city. I nodded slowly, unimpressed. "Typical." I muttered quietly to myself.

Or at least I thought it was.

"Excuse me?" She asked, I shook my head trying to play it off. "Nothing." I pressed, but she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you mean by 'typical'?" Making air quotations.

I sighed, "It's just your story is just the same like everyone else in this city." I explained, just allowing my foot to go further into my mouth.

Sylvia just huffed, mumbling a simple "Rude."

"And your story is different?" She mocked me, I chuckled. "I mean yes, I came here with a plan." I replied, she chuckled piercingly. "Wow, so different."

I looked at her straight from her mock comment, surprised to say the least that she was not going to back down but I did.

She shook her head by my sudden quietness. Placing a five dollar bill from her clutch into the tip jar before stepping down from the stool.

"Well Im not here to entertain you." She added once more, catching a swift of her perfume as she reached in front of me. "In the mean time, thanks for the scone." Saying a goodbye to a confused Joe and heading on her way.

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