#So I went with ''Baker'' since it's a common name :) Very cute!

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Okay but what if (Patreon)

#Doodles #TSP #Stanley #Me while reading: Now don't make a papercraft okay? Don't make a papercraft don't make a papercraft don't make a- #Predictably lol #It's the kind of structure that invites speculation! Who would you choose and what would their name be and how would they adapt #And The Stanley Parable wasn't even out at the time!! FJkldsafdf #Me when anything: I want to #Stanley would be so fun to play as ♪ Small but close-knit cast and since it's an institute it should have accommodations for his mutism #And he's no stranger to painful and confusing situations haha #You can see my indecision on which sign language Stanley knows haha #He never speaks so we don't know what accent Stanley would have but we know the Narrator is British! So #But I also don't know any British Sign Language and I know it's different than ASL òuò; #Granted my knowledge of ASL is far far far from fluent but I do know some at least so if /I/ was the one playing as him- #Anyway moot point since languages are directly translated anyway :P Though I wonder about sign language #I assume there were some nonverbal patients I just haven't seen any myself :0 #I have also made a Narrator card to match Stanley 😔 #Actually - hehe - I had a lot of fun picking their ''real'' names ♪ #The Narrator's was pretty easy honestly I knew I had to give him the first name Kevan and then I wanted to keep his last initial #So I went with ''Baker'' since it's a common name :) Very cute! #And then for Stanley since I headcanon him as being Greek/Latino - heavier on the Greek side - I gave him a Greek name! #Again same first initial - couple letters even for that ''St-'' sound :) - and scanned through some Greek last names #And liked the sound of Psomas with Stefano - but ♪ You'll never guess ♫ #It's a similarly common name for a reason - ''Psomas'' translates to ''bread maker'' #Kevan and Stefano Baker they're husbands fr your honour #Hghhghh I just think it's so cute!! And I didn't do it on purpose it was just a happy accident!! I love them <3

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okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

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Our baby going to prom prompt with jordan baker please 🥺🥺

From this prompt list

so I feel like his first born would be a little girl (which he predicted but initially wanted a couple of boys first...typical I know)

he’s extremely protective over his baby girl okay it doesn’t matter how old she gets he’s still gonna be that dad

Has a loving/goofy relationship with her, something he picked up from his own dad but he’s only serious when he feels like he needs to be

Chose her middle name since he wanted her first name to be “olive” but you weren’t having it. He tried to be creative by relating it to his twin but Olivia also agreed that the name kinda sucked but to compromise with Jordan you allowed it to be her middle name

he calls her “olly” instead of her first name

He wanted to be very active in this whole process while you were more easy-going about the whole ordeal but also just as excited as your little girl once the date started approaching

“They think they’re all cool now but wait until they see you in your dress, I bet $20 bucks they’ll be bawling like a baby.” Jordan whispered to your daughter who bumped her dad’s shoulder laughing with a shake of her head

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Do you have ears on the back of your head too?”

Jordan was very vocal about your daughter’s dress choices, giving his input of what he liked and what he didn’t like

“Honey, that compliments your skin so nicely but let’s talk about that neckline and one of your thighs is peeking out...”

Sure he might not agree with certain lengths or what was being shown but if it was something you really wanted he’d cave.

Anything for his little girl

“I’m gonna go broke before she’s married.” Jordan grumbled as the assistant carefully handled the dress

You laughed with your arms wrapped around Jordan’s waist, “you haven’t seen nothing yet. Ask my dad how much he paid for my wedding attire.”

Jordan threw his head back, “oh god!”

“Thanks dad!” Your daughter giggled running up to the both of you to wrap her arms around the pair to add to the embrace

“You’re welcome, little stinker.”

You did everything else far as the glitz and glamour bonding with your daughter and getting the latest teen gossip as always + some more info on your daughters prom date

You’ve already met the kid once or twice at the school and he was a nice kid as far as you were concerned

“Yeah he better be or I’ll have to call in some reinforcements to help get rid of the body.” Jordan huffed the night before prom as you lay in bed beside each other

“I don’t know about all that with the way your back is set up...”you laughed at the appalled look Your husband sent you

“I sure haven’t heard any complaints from you.” He argued as you entangled your legs together making Jordan flinch after he peeled his glasses off to lay on his nightstand, “always cold, aren’t you?”

“warm me up then.”

Jordan smirked as he lowered himself into the bed palming your cheek, “like I said, no complaints.”

The girls were upstairs as their dates waited outside in front of the house

Most of the parents were inside chatting away as you waited for the girls...well one out of the friend group was non-binary something Jordan was still trying to figure out but was still respectful towards the friend

they all took their time but it was common for your daughter to be dramatic she was into theatre after all

you had Olivia recording on the camcorder and Spencer on his cellphone to send the videos to all the friends and family that couldn’t be here

While you were acting like paparazzi getting all the angles of your daughter and then her friends then all together

“we can always count on you to make us look the best.” Your daughter said as you got up from the floor

You fixed your daughter’s hair after her poses, “you’re always stunning without even trying, my baby.”

Your daughter blew a raspberry until she noticed tears swimming in your eyes

“I mean she looks just like me so of course it’s effortless.” Jordan tossed an arm over your shoulders earning a laugh from some parents who listened in while they attended to their own children

Your daughter rolled her eyes, “I have the most extra parents.”

“Oh nooo, What gave that idea away?” Aunt Olivia sarcastically asked

Uncle Spencer added, “was it parent one trying to do parkour to get pictures or your dad threatening your date in the shed with his hardware tools?”

Your daughter whipped around to face Jordan along with your raised brow, “Dad, you didn’t.”

“I had to set some boundaries!! even the nerdy ones aren’t what they’ve seem. I’ve seen some tik toks you know?” Jordan defended while you placed a smile on your face bringing your daughter into your arms as you hid your sniffles

Your daughter and Jordan shared a glance

“I’ll give you $20 the day after tomorrow.” Your daughter tried to mouth

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what?”

Your daughter slapped one hand against her head before pulling back to smooth down your hair for reassurance

“You gonna be okay?”

“Stop growing! I’ll be fine! Let’s get some pictures of all of you with your dates before we send you off to live your lives!” You sighed waving everyone outside

“It’s just prom Mrs/Mr. Baker!” One of your daughters friend’s attempted to make you feel better

While their parent replied, “yeah but to us it’s like you’re already entering adulthood.”

The kids all groaned as they tracked down the steps to meet their dates who expressed how they liked their “fits”

All the parents snapped away and wishing them all to have fun

The parents thanked you for the hospitality and the wine/beer before taking their leaves promising to chat about the kids drama later on in the week

You were in full on tears ten minutes after watching your daughter ride off in the limo with Jordan cradling your head to his chest

Olivia and Spencer were completely confused

“Is this normal?” Olivia asked getting comfortable on the couch

Jordan patted your head, “I knew it was coming.”

“Shut up, mr. I’ll get rid of the body myself if I have to.” But it came out a lot less clear to Olivia and Spencer but Jordan understood your crying fits oddly

Olivia turned to Spencer who rested his hand against her knee

“You ready for kids?”

Olivia widened her eyes as you let out another dramatic sob and blew your nose against Jordan’s shirt who bit back a laugh, secretly making fun of you, which means this must have been love ‘cause high school Jordan would have thrown a fit if his significant other was using his shirt to deal with their emotions rn

“I think I can wait another year.” Olivia answered

Spencer eyed his in-laws over his shoulder as Jordan brought you over to the center of the living room to grab the baby book but decided to put it back down, “want to play olly’s favorite game: twister?”

“Her favorite game isn’t twister that’s mine! She loves charades.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan’s mind went elsewhere before shaking those thoughts away, “...What about Jenga?”

“What about jenga?” You mocked, “next you’ll say it’s operation.”

Olivia didn’t want to interject and say it was actually “clue” so she watched the usual banter between the two parents glancing over at Spencer awaiting his answer

“Yeaaah I’m cool on that. Waiting a year sounds good to me.” He agreed watching as you pointed a finger into Jordan’s chest who scoffed at you and crossed his arms 

A/N: This was too cute/fun to write!! Thanks for requesting! we love dad Jordan! Why do I see him driving a dad car during the week like a Subaru and then bringing out the expensive cars on the weekend with his baby girl in the passenger seat screaming along to prince and new edition songs. Just imagine billy in the backseat along for the ride too. Woooow! The ideas. I love domestic fluff so much 😩💕

#jordan Baker #jordan baker #all american #all american blurb #all american cw #spelivia

[ineloqueent]

Starstruck: Part 15

Brian May x Fem!Reader

This is Part 15 of a multi-part fic. Click the links below to read the Masterpost, the previous part, or the next part of the fic :)

Masterpost / Part 14 / Part 16

Summary: When studying at Imperial College in the 1970s, your path is crossed by a beautiful boy as much in love with the stars as you.  

Warnings: swearing, drinking

Historical Inaccuracies:

Mary didn’t go on tour with Queen in 1975

On the 14th of November, 1975, Queen did not leave early for the start of the ANATO tour. Indeed, they “had to rush from London to Liverpool” (x) because they had been shooting the music video for ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ in the very same afternoon as the day of their first gig on tour!

Word Count: 3.8k

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August, September, and October disappeared in such a whirlwind rush that you hardly noticed them. You didn’t have time to notice much these days.

Queen were running thirty-eight-hour sessions at multiple recording studios throughout London, working day and night to record and refine the material for their still unnamed fourth album.

Preparations for a release in late November were in full swing, and Queen’s manager Reid was neglecting meetings with Elton John— Elton bloody John, it would never cease to amaze you— to dedicate his time to organising the legs of Queen’s next world tour. Locations, bookings, the transport of instruments and equipment and people, lodging, catering, insurance; the list of things to arrange was endless.

Which was why you often played assistant to Reid, in the absence of Reid’s actual assistant— some clonker named Paul Prenter who turned up late to meetings and had far too much to say for how few hours he put into going to work. You couldn’t be Reid’s full-time assistant, however, because you also tagged along with Roy Thomas Baker, Queen’s producer, since Freddie had more or less insisted that you do so.

You spent a lot of time with Queen, both in the studio and out of it.

In the studio, Freddie consulted you on album concept, Deacy relied on you for input on the song he was writing about Veronica, and Brian taught you to play ‘‘39’. Hearing you sing along with Brian, Roger decided that you should help with backing vocals on one of Freddie’s tracks, and much to everyone’s delight, he coaxed you into agreement. You weren’t delighted with this arrangement, though; you were far too nervous that you’d ruin the vocals of the others.

Outside of the studio, Freddie continued to harp on about your musical education, as he called it, lending you records until you were listening to his music almost constantly.

“I want you to have memorised my collection, darling,” he said one night, swirling his wine, “by the time we set off on tour.”

“Um, okay… That’s a lot of music, Freddie,” you’d swallowed, eyeing the quite frankly enormous record collection that Freddie’s living room housed.

“Psh, all in a day’s work.”

You saw Roger the least out of the four, because when not at Queen’s various recording locations, he was… well, he was bedding Heather, to put it politely. He did take you for the occasional drink and a banter, though. You found that you and he shared a lot of similarities in terms of childhood and upbringing, and this made Roger more brotherly to you than ever.

When he had the time, John would join Roger and you for drinks at the local pub, and the three of you would spend far too long chatting away into the evening. But mostly, Deacy and Ronnie were knackered from their parenting of Robert, and when you could see it all beginning to take a toll on John— he went from the studio to caring for his son and did not sleep in between— you offered yourself as a babysitting service. Deacy and Veronica were immensely grateful for this, because Robert seemed to like you, Auntie Y/N, and though the child could scream bloody murder if he so wished, he was generally a good kid. It was enjoyable to see him learning the ways of the world around him, from lights and colours, to the sounds of his parents’ voices.

Sometimes, when you babysat Robert, Brian came along.

Robert may have liked you, but he loved Brian.

Brian had helped John and Veronica to hang glow-in-the dark stars and planet-mobiles from the ceiling of what was to be Robert’s room when he moved out of his parents’ bedroom, and Brian had been as animated by the activity as though he had been decorating a room for himself.

When Brian visited Robert, he sang to him and rocked the child in his arms and danced about the room, quite forgetting that there was anybody else there. Robert would giggle and occasionally attempt to poke Brian’s nose, which brought Brian no end of wonder, and once again affirmed for you that Brian’s aspirations of one day becoming a father were well-suited to him.

Unfailingly, on the nights when Deacy and Veronica were away, once Robert fell asleep, Brian would suggest that the two of you take to the rooftop to see the stars— of course bringing with you a baby monitor. Thus, you spent many an evening wrapped in a blanket atop the roof of your friend’s house while your best friend sat beside you, cheeks flushed with the cold but unwilling to return inside, even though his teeth chattered and his hair blew about his face in the chilly wind. You began to bring hot chocolate to the roof, though what you really wanted to do to warm Brian was to curl into his side and snuggle close to him.

You didn’t, though. You reserved your pining for him in the form of long, lingering looks.

He’d called you his best friend, and best friends, you told yourself, were built upon platonic principles. If he’d wanted romantic involvement with you, he would have made that clear, and he hadn’t, so you resigned yourself to pushing your feelings down in the pit of your stomach and pretending that his smiles didn’t melt you as easily as chocolate on a summer’s day. Naturally, however, pushing feelings down doesn’t make them go away, but rather concentrates them more, so that every brief glance and accidental touch makes one feel that everything is just that much closer to bubbling over entirely.

But Brian was everywhere you looked, inescapable, inevitable, smiling and just being generally goofy, spouting the most fascinating facts about the cosmos at odd intervals, urging you to sing with him when he sang, nodding at you approvingly over his guitar when you matched his vibrato almost perfectly one Thursday night. Because despite everything, despite Queen’s dawn-to-dusk-to-dawn schedule, Brian still made time for teaching you guitar on Thursday nights.

If it wasn’t for the nights, you might have thought that you could take it.

Take him winking at you and calling you ‘love’ at irregular moments so that your heart stuttered and your thoughts grew sluggishly slow. Take him being near you at almost every hour of every day, and long into the nights as well. Take him existing in his willowy gorgeousness, sunshine-warmed skin and sunlit eyes, soft curls, wide-eyes, angular frame.

But the nights were long, because Brian had confessed that he had begun to sleep better as of late, and this rendered his beauty healthier, more stark, in light of his getting enough rest.

Yes, the nights were long, not for him but for you, because you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing his gentle smile and his hazel eyes.

It was as though he had traded you a milder case of his insomnia, and it frustrated you perpetually, because when you weren’t working or lounging about with Queen, you were studying intensely so as to take your final exams early.

Indeed, you’d committed to not only Queen, but to astrophysics as well.

You were working overtime to finish this year’s coursework early— very early— in fact, by the middle of this month.

You’d been surprised that Dr. Carmichael had even agreed to help you in the first place, but you suspected that something about your situation had reminded him of himself. In the very least, when you’d boldly asked him why he was willing to help you with extra lecture hours and study sessions, he’d said something cryptic about once having missed an opportunity himself, and that he regretted nothing more in his life. You’d been floored that he would openly admit something so personal, being that Carmichael wasn’t the open-book type, but he’d only smiled sadly and told you to have your next paper on his desk by Monday.

It was all very stressful, going from the studio to studying and back to the studio. Your days dissolved into exam preparations and recording sessions, with only guitar lessons in between.

The most difficult part of it all was the guitar lessons.

Brian right across from you, biting his lip, bending strings up the fretboard with long fingers and a concentrated gaze. He’d glance up and nod to you, upon which you’d copy the movement he’d just done, and he would either nod again and continue in whatever song he was playing, or offer you critique. He was articulate in his teaching, and his manner utterly enamoured you, because he moved as though he were made of light.

God, you wanted to kiss him. Just the thought of him being so close to you, touching you, made you shiver. He was so delicate in everything that he did, and you wanted his delicate hands against your skin, his mouth on your mouth, breathing the same air, and you wanted him to want you.

Perhaps that was why you’d begun flirting with him, against your every notion of common sense.

It was just an innuendo here, a touch there, winking at him over your guitar. You didn’t even know where any of it was coming from, because you’d never once in your life had the confidence to flirt. Maybe you drew confidence from Brian’s reaction each time you said or did something suggestive; he blushed, looked down, smiled boyishly. Fucking hell, he was cute. And you felt an inexplicable rush of adrenaline every time you got away with pushing boundaries.

It had been Friday afternoon when Freddie opened a bottle of Moët et Chandon in the kitchen of his flat, and you were with him and Roger and John and Brian to cry woah! when the bubbly liquid shot out of the bottle and onto the floor.

“Freddie,” Brian tutted, shaking his head, and you tried not to laugh.

Roger tossed Brian a tea towel and Brian mopped up the spilled champagne.

“Well, darlings, that’s it,” said Freddie a few minutes later as the five of you gripped filled glasses, “that’s the next album!”

There was a cheer.

Roger raised his glass. “To…” He frowned. “To what? We haven’t exactly named the album.”

You all frowned. Then Deacy shook his head. “To the album!” he said.

“To the album!” you all chorused, laughter abundant in the moments before everyone drank their champagne.

This afternoon, it had been just you and the band, because Freddie had wanted an in-celebration before he threw the actual party for the album on the first night of the tour. But this afternoon gathering also had other significance: today was Reid’s deadline for when the name of the album had to be decided.

And by the time you left Freddie’s place at five that evening, a film had been watched, and a decision had been made.

The name of the album was to be as rivetingly dramatic and as magnificently opulent as the name of Queen.

The album was to be called A Night At The Opera.

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The wind was a character in itself, and the sky was weary with the plethora of grey clouds it carried, but it was not raining.

You noticed, because you wanted to remember. You wanted to remember everything about today, the day you set off for Liverpool. With Queen.

You were going on tour.

With Queen.

It hadn’t really sunk in yet. Still, it was happening, because you were walking from the Underground to the tour bus pickup point, which was by one of the studios Queen had been using to record the album.

You had packed light— a minimal array of clothes that would last you a while, being mixed and matched and reused until a washing machine could be located; some essential toiletries; a few well-loved books; your messenger bag; your guitar.

You’d dressed in your warmest, heaviest clothes from the beginning, layering as your mum had always taught you to do.

Your mum. She’d rung you last night.

“And you promise me you’ll call?” she’d said, as though she were in some dramatic film about her daughter leaving on some risky adventure, during which all the characters in the movie learn emotional maturity through a montage of artistically-shot scenes.

You’d sighed, every bit the exasperated daughter. “I’ve promised you before, mum. You know I always keep my word.”

But the dramatic film analogy had indeed borne a grain of truth. This was an adventure, and it was risky.

Money wasn’t something you’d brought much of, because it wasn’t something you had much of. Queen were already covering your expenses as far as food and lodging, and you hadn’t wanted to bother your parents for any money, given how you were already letting them down a little in postponing the completion of your astrophysics degree.

But, as ineloquent as the phrase was, this tour was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How many people would be able to look back on their life and say, ‘yes, I went on a world tour with a rock ‘n’ roll band’? So few. So few that it was almost saddening that you were getting the chance to do something like this, while so many others would never.

And to think that you’d almost not come along.

Brian was leaning against the tour bus, a book held elegantly before his face as he rested his elbow on his other arm, which was wrapped around his upper body. He looked cold, with windburn colouring his cheeks, his lower lip tucked between his teeth, and his arm was likely wrapped around him more for warmth than in support of the book.

He lowered the novel as you approached, a lovely smile already on his face.

“Morning!” he said brightly.

“Shh,” you chided. “It’s three AM, Brian.”

“Ah, yes,” Brian nodded, his face serious. “No decent people have got up yet.”

“What does that make us?” you laughed.

He leaned forward conspiratorially. “Indecent,” he winked.

You’d thought there was only so many times that Brian May could make you blush, but here you were again, blushing like you were five years old, instead of twenty-five.

“Not on my bus, you’re not,” said Freddie to Brian, hopping down off of the tour bus.

Brian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Fred.”

“I think you should be directing your chastity comments toward Roger and Heather, Freddie,” you said, nodding in the direction of the two shadowy figures that had been approaching, only to stop in the middle of the empty road to have a snog.

Freddie wrinkled his nose. “Yes indeed. We may need some ground rules.”

Deacy stuck his head out of the bus. “ROGER! No shagging on the bus!”

“Shhh!” you and Brian and Freddie cried all at once.

“Three o’clock in the morning, everyone,” you said. “Three o’clock.”

“Now that, dearie,” Freddie raised a finger, “reminds me. I’m going back to sleep.”

He mounted the steps to the bus once more, and disappeared inside.

“Me too, I think,” said John, blinking tired eyes before following Freddie back onto the bus.

Tucking his book into the folds of his coat, Brian turned to you. “Can I give you a hand with that?” he nodded to your suitcase.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He took your suitcase and loaded it onto the bus, and offered to take your guitar as well, until Roadie-John turned up and muttered something about being put out of a job, confiscating your guitar from Brian.

Brian widened his eyes at you, and the two of you boarded the bus before you could offend any more roadies at far too early of an hour.

“By the way,” Brian said as he held the door open for you, “I like your scarf.”

You tugged on the end of the rainbow garment. “I wonder why.”

Inside, Roger and Heather had arrived and were sitting in a booth by the window, flicking through polaroids. Mary was there too, and she smiled sleepily at you and Brian as you entered, her eyes only half-focussed on the magazine in her lap.

Freddie and Deacy had each drawn the curtains of their bunks. From the sounds of snoring that drifted from their direction, it was obvious that they’d both already fallen asleep again. You envied their ability to slip into unconsciousness so quickly; sleep did not come easily to you, these days.

Brian seemed to think the same thing. “Lucky bastards,” he muttered, “falling asleep like that.”

“Treacherous,” you agreed, and Brian smiled at you. But then you yawned, and he raised his eyebrows.

“Am I to expect your betrayal as well?” he said.

You shook your head. “No, just my annoyingness as a travel partner. Chances are I’ll just yawn for hours and never have anything come of it.”

But Brian frowned thoughtfully. “Exactly what time did you go to bed last night?”

You winced, remembering the late hour. In fact, it wasn’t many hours ago at all. “Midnight,” you responded sheepishly.

“Midnight?” said Brian. “You’re worse than me! Go on,” he ushered you toward a pair of seats, “sit down, have a rest. Even if you can’t sleep, it’s good to close your eyes for a bit.”

“Says the insomniac,” you retorted, albeit half-heartedly. You really were rather tired. You slid into the narrow gap, taking the window seat, and Brian sat down beside you. “You know how hard it is to keep your eyes shut when they don’t want to be.”

Brian smiled, and you knew he empathised. “All the same. Less than three hours of sleep, Y/N. That’s quite bad.”

You sighed. “I know, I know.”

Soon, Roadie-John, Crystal, and Ian Brown, who was to be managing the UK leg of the tour, boarded, and with the driver in his seat, the bus rolled out of Osborn Street and onto the main road.

“Think I’ll try reading,” you said, pulling out the book at the top of the pile in your bag. Brian shrugged off his coat, folding it in his lap and retrieving his paperback from one of the inner pockets.

He looked at his book, and then at yours, and then back at his again.

“What is it?”

“We could just have brought the one copy and shared it,” he said, “saved that packing space.” A goofy grin was on his face as he waved his copy of Steppenwolf, the very same book you held in your hands.

“Oh! You like Hermann Hesse?”

“He’s my favourite author,” said Brian, and the same stupid grin he’d worn before appeared on your own face.

“Good taste,” you told him, covering a yawn.

Crystal dimmed the overhead lights. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced to no one in particular, and as you looked around, you found that, with the exception of the driver, you and Brian were the only ones left awake.

“Well then,” Brian said in the darkness, “there’s not really any good light to read by.”

You snorted. “If you’re trying to convince me to go to sleep, you’re failing miserably.”

Wordlessly, Brian slid his book into the seat pocket in front of him, then eased your bag from your lap and the book from your hands, setting your bag on the floor and the book into its own seat pocket. He lifted his coat from his own lap and draped it over you, tucking it in around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry I’ve nothing more to offer you,” he said softly, as the lights of the city swept over his face through the uncovered window.

And yet he’d given you everything he had. Selflessly, without a thought, though the morning was cold and he still had not warmed from standing outdoors in the wake of the wind.

The simple gesture filled you with such an adoration that you had no way to express it.

You shuffled closer to him and laid his coat across you both, then settled your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Brian.”

He leaned his head against yours, and you were reminded of the night at Ridge Farm.

You sighed quietly, cuddling into his side. You fought to keep your eyes open, but you were so tired, and Brian was so warm.

“Go to sleep and dream again,” he murmured sweetly, and your eyelids felt a thousand times heavier than before.

“What if I miss something?” you whispered, because the fear of the world passing you by was suddenly overwhelming.

Brian’s voice hummed in harmony with the peaceful silence around him. “I’ll be right here to tell you about everything when you wake up again.”

“Everything?”

“Every butterfly and every tree,” he promised. “Every hole in the road and every star in the sky.”

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“Y/N,” Brian was shaking your shoulder gently. “Love, we’re here.”

You groaned. “M’was fimally ‘sleep,” you said.

“I know. I’ve already postponed waking you for this long, though,” he said. “The others have left. They’ve unloaded the bus.”

You sat up blearily. “Well, I should get on with it, then.”

Brian smiled. “You can sleep when you get to your hotel room. It’s not like we’ve got anything to do today, anyway, until soundcheck.”

“Well, you’ve got to tell me about everything you saw while I was asleep.”

He laughed. “Shouldn’t take too long. It was London to Liverpool, there’s not much to report.”

You passed him his coat, which had somehow migrated entirely over to you, and he passed you your bag, slipping your book back into one of the pockets.

Brian looked at you a moment, and you stared back up at him, wondering what he saw in your half-open eyes and messy hair while you were met with the sight of pretty hazel irises and immaculate curls.

He reached for the rainbow scarf and wound it around you more tightly, adjusting your jumper so that it wasn’t in the way. His touch lingered on the nape of your neck, his eyes roamed yours. His lips were rendered a dusky pink in the pale morning light.

“It’s cold in Liverpool,” he said, and slid from his seat.

Your eyes followed him as he disembarked the bus, his curls bobbing as he bent a little to avoid hitting his head on a beam.

Anyone could have seen the longingness in your stare, how you yearned to call him back, pull him to you, kiss him until he was lost for both breath and words, watch him blush the way he made you blush.

There was really nothing stopping you.

You’re my best friend.

So perhaps there was one thing stopping you.

Brian poked his head back through the door. Affection bloomed in your chest at the mere sight of him. It was sickening.

“Coming?” he asked, far too awake for seven o’clock in the morning.

“Yeah,” you said. “Coming.”

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A/N: filler? call me out. it’s okay, because next week is chapter 16 :’)

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Masterpost / Part 14 / Part 16

#tina's writing #starstruck #brian may x reader #fic

[princessjungeun]

Christmas Time: Momo x Reader

Request: Momo and you reuniting after breaking up for years. It's christmas and you spent your time together because no one else was available and you fall in love again.

The cold December air hit your skin sending chills down your spine. You just got home from being in Korea. It was December 24th and you had absolutely no plans for Christmas. On top of this your parents and younger sister were on a vacation visiting your grandparents in Okinawa. But unfortunately their flight got cancelled last minute, and they wouldn’t be coming home until the 27th. Which meant you were going to be spending the holidays alone in Kyoto.

You’ve never spent a holiday alone and it was worse because your parents just moved here a year ago. You were born and raised in Okinawa with your parents and grandparents. Your little sister was born once you were in University. But, when your dad was offered a better job here in Kyoto, your parents didn’t hesitate. After all you were a university student in Korea, it wasn’t like you’d have to move schools and leave all of your friends.

As you walked through the streets of Kyoto you remembered how just two years ago you spent the holidays at your girlfriend, now ex girlfriend’s place. She lived very close to where you were. You remembered the way you two would make Christmas cookies together, sing Christmas songs as loud as you could at 2 am, and how you’d watch Christmas movies in pajamas with her dogs curled up to the two of you. You felt your heart sink a little as you remembered how much you used to love the holidays, but now they weren’t as nice.

You and Momo were together for three years until she broke up with you. With time her schedules became more and more busy giving her less time to see you. As things happened she felt like she fell out of love with you. She didn’t want to drag along a relationship where she felt like she didn’t love you anymore. She thought it would be selfish. She knew that if there was nothing there to just let go.

So she did.

Since then you’ve been on a few dates here and there but none of them even got past the second date. Momo had been on a few dates with two idols you happened to know, they were friends of yours too. Not close enough for the girl code rule to apply but they were definitely close enough for you to be slightly hurt when you found out.

You walked mindlessly through the streets trying to familiarize yourself with the city. As you walked you saw a dog strolling along beside you, it was a cute little brown one. You tried your best to pay no mind to it but the second the dog started sniffing your feet and jumping to be pet you gave in. Crouching down you petted the little dog and scratched behind its ears. He licked your hands and made those cute happy dog noises.

You looked at the Monsters Inc dog collar around his neck. Reading the name plate your heart stopped:

Hirai Boo

You told yourself “ok maybe it’s not the same Boo that Momo adopted a few weeks before you two broke up. Also Hirai is a slightly common last name...ish.” Slowly you flipped over the name plate hoping and praying Momo’s phone number wasn’t printed on the back. Sure enough. It was.

You immediately stood up and looked around in a circle. Behind you a few feet away stood your ex girlfriend. You both stood looking at each other for a minute before actually saying something.

“I-I’m sorry he ran away before I clipped on his leash.” She responded as she reached down and picked up her puppy. You replied “it’s fine. He was no trouble...still as cute as the day you got him.” She laughed and kissed her dog’s head.

“Why’re you here? Like in Kyoto?” She asked curiously. You responded “my uh... my parents live here now. My dad got offered a really good job a few months ago” She hesitated for a second then asked “what are you doing for Christmas?” You replied “probably sleeping all day. My parents are with my grandparents in Okinawa and their flight got cancelled. So they’re coming home a few days after Christmas...how about you?”

She stated “my parents are in Hawaii with my sister. Originally the group wasn’t getting a break due to promotions but things changed I guess. So it’s just me and Boo this year.” You nodded and found it funny how you both were alone on Christmas.

You shifted your weight back and forth before asking “since you’re gonna be alone...and i’m gonna be alone...do you maybe wanna-” She cut you off “I’d love to” You told her “I’ll come over later tonight.” She responded “deal. But in your pajamas.” You gave her a thumbs up before turning around and walking back home.

You got home and showered before choosing your red Christmas onesie your little sister got you last year. Heading out the door, you walked letting your mind lead the way. After a few blocks you ended up at Momo’s house. She opened the door in her pajamas and looked you up in down, your onesie that matched your little sisters.

Out of nowhere she asked “So have you seen anyone?” You responded “here and there but they never went anywhere. And you?” She nodded and said “yeah but both times we decided it was too weird and to just be friends. Those both ended after a few dates too..”

An awkward silence fell between the two of you before you asked “do you remember when we made Christmas cookies and had a holiday movie marathon?” She nodded and laughed at the memory of you spilling sprinkles all over the countertops and floor as she tried to hold back Boo from licking them up. She asked “Wanna do it again?” You immediately nodded and you both ran to the kitchen.

Momo in the kitchen was definitely a hit or miss. In this case it was a miss. She was possibly the worst baker you’d ever met. The ingredients almost always landed on the floor or in her mouth instead of the mixing bowl. But eventually you were able to somehow make enough cookie dough to make two dozen cookies.

As they baked Momo decided to grab her old karaoke machine before loudly singing her rendition of My Heart Will Go On. The two of you couldn’t take each other seriously whatsoever.

When the cookies were done she pulled them out of the oven, almost burning her hand off in the process. When it came to decorating Momo took it very seriously. You watched as she focused intently on perfectly icing the small snowflake cookie. Watching her you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. Even with a messy ponytail and flour smeared on her cheeks, she was still as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

She caught you staring at her “What?” You shook your head “nothing...just looking at the huge splotch of flour on your face.” She shoved you playfully and went back to decorating her cookies. You ended up decorating all of them the same because you liked everything to be coordinated. Momo’s however were an array of different colors. You could barely see the cookie underneath all the sprinkles and icing but that’s just how she likes it.

She turned to you “are you up for a little competition?” You raised an eyebrow and she responded “let’s have my fans judge who’s cookie is better.” You nodded and said “and what does the loser do? She responded “sing a song... For real this time.” You remembered how much Momo loved hearing your singing voice when you two were together.

Momo knew immediately her fans would know which cookie was hers, was she setting you up? Yes. But would it pay of later? Possibly. She took a picture of her favorite and your favorite cookie before adding a poll. She posted the picture and said “Ok and now we wait!”

In the mean time you two both cleaned up the kitchen and your faces. It took an hour to clean everything but eventually it got done. She stated “Ok let’s look, I think mine won.”

You knew she was probably right. Everything Momo did was praised by not only her fans but also her members. She could literally clap to the beat of a song and everyone will treat her like she just put all the stars in the sky. But it was cute, especially when you all saw how happy she’d get.

Sure enough Momo’s cookie was the one that won the poll. You begged the older girl “please don’t judge me, you know I can’t sing like you.” She responded “you’ll do fine.”

She handed you the microphone and you watched as the lyrics came into the screen. As you sang the lyrics she felt her heart sink a tiny bit. You didn’t want to sing because you didn’t like your voice. But she won fair and square.

I won't tell you I'm lonely

'Cause it might be selfish

I won't ask you to hold me

'Cause that won't mend what's helpless

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Oh, when did you fall out of love?

Out of love

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

I can't float in an ocean

That's already been drained

I won't cry at your feet now

I know my tears will fall in vain

There's not a thing I could say

Not a song I could sing

For your mind to change

Nothing can fill up the space

Won't ask you to stay

But let me ask you one thing

Oh, when did you fall out of love?

Out of love

Oh, when did you fall out of love with me?

No use wondering

While your change in heart has wandered

So I ask you this question

'Cause it might help me sleep longer

Oh, when did you fall out of love?

Out of love

Oh, when did you run out of love for me?

Out of love

Out of love

Out of love with me

When you finished singing you turned around to her and tears were welling up in her eyes. You stood in front of her and asked “when?” She opened her arms and you sat in her lap. She tried her best to hold in her tears “When I broke up with you I thought I didn’t love you. But then I realized I made a mistake. I tried to move on but I couldn’t love anyone like I loved you...I-I still love you Y/N.”

You looked at her and held her face in your hands. She let her tears flow down her cheeks internally hoping you felt the same way.

You wiped her tears and said “I still love you.” Pulling her close you kissed her softly. When you both pulled away you hugged her close allowing her to release the second wave of tears. You kissed her head and whispered “Merry Christmas Momo.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice scenarios #twice momo #momo hirai #momo imagines #twice

[archival-account-2]

i’m caught in your limbo. | mikazuki munechika [headcanons]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: mikazuki munechika x reader

❛ 𑁍 scenario: in an modern au; cities, skyscrapers, and bright lights - the whole trifecta

❛ 𑁍 warning: have ya'll seen my floofy fluffs? this is definitely like that; a beautiful sword only pining over lovely you

❛ 𑁍 note: i have no regrets going on a run finding my chill jams; i found a handful of beautiful ones but this one reminds me of a soft daddy from tkrb; poor, poor, poor, poor heart of mine (and yours); inspired heavily - heavily - by “on my mind”, sung by maximillian

🡪 you were like a miracle that flashed before his very eyes.

🡪 like, the very first time he saw you, he was practically petrified and he couldn't move or feel his muscle. 

🡪 are you an enchantress or something? 

🡪 because all he had ever done on that very day was thinking of you in his mind.

🡪 of course, he had no idea who you are at first. 

🡪 you're not of the company's employees. you don't dress up like one, though, you have somehow access into the building. 

🡪 he was almost freaking dying to find out who was the enchantress that suddenly diverted his attention from all else. 

🡪 he believed he's under a spell but he's not about to admit that to anyone. the man has a reputation to protect. he cannot be suddenly seen as someone who suddenly became indicted with 'puppy love'.

🡪 so for the next days (i give it fourteen days), he was all cool, calm, and collected for the most part of the day. sure, he would see you coming by almost every day; wearing a cute white button-up dress shirt with a flouncy, waist-hugging skirt that reaches down to your knees. don't even start on the shoes. he found your hell worn pink doll shoes adorable. 

🡪 that was when one of the workers, (w/n), noticed his constant presence whenever you drop by and give them their orders. 

🡪 you see, (w/n) is your regular costumers during after work hours and because of the partnership between the two of you, you somehow comply to even deliver orders for them. 

🡪 (w/n) became fond of the favor you're giving them and it became some sort of a habit now.

🡪 now, one day, mikazuki's sneaky employee whose name was (w/n), decided to test the waters if they're seeing the real thing or not. 

🡪 that little shi- by their "grace and eloquence", they "accidentally" placed their order with the "wrong" office address. 

(y/n): wait... why is the office address new? did you gain a new one or something?

(w/n): you could say that. but it's only temporary. a renovation is going to happen and the heads want us to move in advance.(

y/n): on the very top floor?

(w/n): does it look like i even have a choice?

🡪 anyways! you prepared (w/n)'s usual orders on an amazing friday afternoon. since it's the weekend tomorrow, you got them the sweetest, savoriest pastry. also, the safest decaf coffee. you know (w/n) hates being wasted on a good night with caffeine. 🡪 once you get inside the building...

🡪 there he was... mikazuki munechika.

🡪 oh, sweet lord... his face when he realized you're going to the elevator. you usually drop by in the first floor but you can be seen sometimes in the fifth floor where (w/n) was working but rarely. but very, very, very, very, very, very rarely.

🡪 you slipped out the access card (w/n) handed you two weeks and swiped it to the beneath the buttons. then you're going up. 

🡪 to the topmost floor.

🡪 where mikazuki's office was residing. 

🡪 yes, (w/n) sent you there. 

🡪 when the elevators opened, you were shocked. 

🡪 this is (w/n)'s office? aren't they just, you know? common employees? why is their office is fitting for a king of the company? 

🡪 one sway of your head was enough to make your heart jump. 

🡪 you're in the actual ceo's office. ceo's office. 

🡪 well... um... 

mikazuki: excuse me, pretty madame, but you might be in the wrong place right now.

🡪 you swore you almost threw your life away into the trash bin.

🡪 you're facing the most handsome, most gentle-looking, softest man to ever live.

🡪 his eyes? they were glinting with warm kindness and welcome, but you could also tell that there's a twinge of playfulness in them. as if they're beckoning you to say more and that he'll make sure his answers are concise, light, and flighty in the most sophisticated way. 

🡪 good lord... the lovely golden rings around his pupils... you swore you might as well are facing the son of the living moon. 

🡪 the fringes of his lovely-looking black-blue locks... they were handsomely dangling over his eyes and you have a small urge to quietly brush them away so that you can feel the texture of it. (of course, you held yourself back out of courteousness and politeness). 

🡪 he was exceptionally tall. you could tell by how deep he's bending his body downwards so that he could give you a sincere look. 

🡪 he didn't give off the vibes of a power-hungry, highly ambitious ceo.

🡪 he just felt... soft. like, really, really, really, really, soft.

(y/n): i... i believe so... i'm here for (w/n). they ordered this and... yeah.

🡪 your dignity is slightly dented now but would someone know about it? except for the dashing man with moonish qualities, no one. 

mikazuki: i'm sorry but (w/n) requested a day-off today. they aren't here and won't be here until next week's tuesday.

🡪 boy, were you played... 

🡪 played like a ball. 

🡪 oof. a big off. 

(y/n): but... but...

🡪 you could only idly look at the paper bag you prepared. you did it effortlessly but you gave it importance. what now?

mikazuki: may i?

🡪 well... who's gonna eat that anyways? 

🡪 it's just gonna be a waste - your effort, time, and hustle. 

🡪 so you did the right thing (at the moment).

(y/n): yes, you may.

🡪 mikazuki accepted the paper bag and glanced at the contents. 

🡪 so... 

mikazuki: please, i mean no offense, but are you a delivery girl, madame?

(y/n): on the contrary, i own the bakery. i'm the manager and baker. i own (b/n).

🡪 mikazuki widened his eyes. 

mikazuki: you manage a bakery that started with the (l/n), madame?

(y/n): it's passed down to me, so it's natural i would manage it. 

mikazuki: my family loves that bakery that we finance it starting from my grandfather.

(y/n): good sir... what's your name?

mikazuki: mikazuki munechika. ceo of the solomoon stocks. and yours, good madame?

(y/n): (y/f/n)

🡪 oh crap.

🡪 you share the same name with the girl he used to pine over.

🡪 wait... that was you.

🡪 and is you. 

🡪 so in the end...

🡪 after all this time...

🡪 he was still pining over you? the same you he was pining since god knows how long? 

🡪 oh, good gosh, after you moved, he never thought you would have the most magnificent glow up. sure, he believed that resemblances remain throughout the human lives but... 

🡪 you're a different story and he could have sworn the nostalgia suddenly hit him like fucking truck. 

(y/n): oh! mika-kun? i-is that really you? you looked more handsome from the last time i saw you! you've grown!

🡪 formalities were the thrown away. 

🡪 you stood on your cutest tippy-toes and patted taller man's head as if he was some sort of a pet.

(y/n): goodness you've grown so tall! i can't even pet you anymore... i used to be the taller one between us. but i guess... this change is also good. 

🡪 this poor man's heart felt like it's blast itself away from his chest and out of the milky galaxy.

🡪 but the calmness matters most.

🡪 calmness. matters. most.

mikazuki: yes, i have to agree this change is most agreeable. 

🡪 he smiled. gosh, when was the last time he smiled with the nostalgia tugging his heart strings?

🡪 way too long.

mikazuki: because i can now do this.

🡪 this attractive-looking man went for the warmest hug he could ever give you and you immediately melt into it like butter on a hot saucepan. 

🡪 you never thought you'd meet your oldest best friend again but you thank your lucky stars that you did. 

(y/n): i don't mind this.

🡪 you mumbled into his shirt and gently pulled away. 

(y/n): so... are you gonna eat that?

🡪 you motioned at the paper bag mikazuki was idly holding.

mikazuki: i am. but, on the contrary... how about we schedule an appointment?

(y/n): please talk in a normal language, mika-kun.

mikazuki: shall we meet in 77th street tonight, after my work hours? i have an appointment with a certain individual and i cannot postpone that meeting without a valid excuse. of course, it will be just a brief meeting, but we can leave as soon as we're done. 

🡪 77th street is where all the lavish establishments were settling, by the way. 

(y/n): sure, mika-kun? er... how about eight? so that i won't be in the way.

mikazuki: make it seven-thirty and it would be a date. 

🡪 have i forgot to mention he's smooth? that's a mistake on my part.

#mikazuki munechika #munechika mikazuki #tkrb #touken ranbu #tohken danshi #mikazuki x reader #munechika x reader

[jvc-yearofservice]

8/25/19 - 9/2/19

                 Last Sunday, we were invited to one housemate's boss's enormous and lush country home, which had a great pool. Some of the other Mercy volunteers were there as well and were super friendly. The way to the estate was pretty hilarious. First, our car stalled out, and then the supervisor gave us the most confusing directions ever. She initially sped off super far away on the highway even though she knew we were following her. Then she called us and said she was actually in back of us on the highway and that we should pull off at the nearest exit. Once we exited the highway, she called us and said she was actually in front of us the entire time, so we had to get back on the freeway. We originally really wanted to put the address into the GPS in case we got lost while following her (which we did), but she insisted that the address wouldn't show up on the GPS which was pretty sketchy. After getting off the highway a second time and following her down a dirt path, I joked about how she might be luring us to a killing field. This woman apparently bought her sprawling estate with all her divorce settlement money and paid for the property in cash, which I thought was pretty impressive. One of her employees who was a former member of the addiction treatment program joined us and had an "IAmSober" license plate, which I thought was funny.

                 I've decided to create an Instagram account (@everyday_mustardseed) with pictures uploaded every day that I work there. Work has been pretty nuts lately. Firstly, we doubled the student population overnight (originally 10, now 21 kids)-largest ever has been either 40-60 kids at once. I finally got to meet the LCSW who works there full-time, and she seems pretty nice and helpful for resolving all the trauma in the children. One day in particular was kind of grueling because a parent was nearly an hour late to pick up their kids. We have a protocol at the school that if a child/children are not picked up within a certain amount of time after school ends, then we have to legally call the police, which I really dreaded doing. Thankfully, the parents showed up after some time, which was a godsend because I could only watch so many old episodes of Wishbone with them while they repeatedly asked me where their mom was. I can't imagine the abandonment issues that these kids experience as compared to how I felt whenever my mom was even a fraction of a minute late when I was a kid (and she gave me no reason to feel that way). I've also assisted in compiling files for the intake forms, and I have been taking pictures of the kids for their files which has been surprisingly cute and wholesome. One little girl, however, tried to throw a gang sign in her picture, but I (very gently) grabbed her hand to hide it before the picture was taken.

                 I've noticed some very peculiar behaviors in the children at the school. For example, many sibling groups act very close and are almost at odds with the other sibling groups, as if they were engaged in turf wars, but I think this is another coping mechanism. I feel so sorry for the children who have no siblings since they are pretty much alone and unprotected from the other children's bullying. Many of the kids have expressed not wanting to leave at dismissal and feeling sad when the weekend approaches and school isn't in session. One of my co-workers has a theory about the children's behavior. He thinks that the most well-behaved children are the ones who are the most chronically homeless and more used to it due to them being so grateful for everything they are given, whereas the unrulier kids are newly exposed to the homeless lifestyle which is why they are acting out. One of the teachers spoke about how the more chronically homeless kids are "starved for knowledge" and relish any learning in the classroom.

                 A second car driven by a housemate has bitten the dust (the one that stalled on the way to the supervisor's estate on Sunday). It's unfortunate because this means we are even more restricted in terms of going places and visiting other JVC houses.

                 A fun community night activity took place this week, where we all shared our love language, Myers-Briggs personalities, enneagram numbers, and zodiac sign. My love language is acts of service/devotion, I am INFJ, Type 1, and a Gemini-Cancer cusp. So far, I have learned that there are the following zodiac signs in the house: Gemini-Cancer cusp, Pisces, Sagittarius, Taurus, Scorpio, Libra, and Aquarius. The personality types are: 1 INFJ (Advocate), 1 ENTJ (Commander), 2 ENFJ (Protagonist), and 3 ENFP (campaigner). The most common love language are: 5 quality time, 5 words of affirmation, 3 acts of service/devotion, 1 physical touch, and 1 gifts.

                 A little bit of scandalous news-apparently the JVC stipend is and has been too small for some time. It is a well-known secret in JVC history that many volunteers have side-jobs to make more money than just the monthly stipend. I remember hearing that my dad had a $100 stipend each month, which is kind of strange since that means the stipend has not been adjusted for inflation (aka it's much more expensive to exist today compared to back then). Additionally, California is notoriously expensive, so I'm wondering if the JVC should have made financial changes for stipends depending on how expensive the cost of living is in each city (for example, $100 a month would get you much further in Scranton than Sacramento). Furthermore, apparently the Jesuit Volunteer Corps of Northwest gives their volunteers $300 each month and has much better housing accommodations.

                 This weekend, we drove to Oakland/Berkeley, California, and stayed over at the JV house there. The party on Saturday was 60's/70's theme, and a couple other JV houses from around California came to stay over as well. We got there via car from a former JV and another car that a co-worker rented for us. Then, all together, we traveled to Baker Beach in San Francisco, where we sat on the beach, and I even saw a dead sea lion on the beach, which was understandably gross. P.S. part of the beach was nude which was super unexpected. When we were getting the alcohol for the party at the JV house, we were walking out of CVS, and a bunch of the worst-disguised undercover cops were waiting to card us again on the side walk. Gladly, we handed over our IDs, and one cop even asked one of us who the governor of Wisconsin is (none of us knew). When they were looking at my ID, the cop turned to me and asked suddenly "What year did you graduate high school?" and I immediately answered "2014". He gave it back to me reluctantly, and much to the horror of my housemates, I asked him, "Are you sure you don't want to check it again? I could be lying." That Saturday night, a couple of us went to Taco Bell after the party, and one of my housemates cracked a beer open in line there, and the poor cashier had to ask him to finish it, so he very unapologetically chugged it in front of everyone inside the Taco Bell, which was hilarious. On Friday, we attended a baseball game between the Sacramento Wild Cats and whatever the team name is of San Diego. We won, and there were fireworks, but more importantly, I got to drive an electric car for the first time ever (a fiat)!

                 Lastly, a funny story that I was told this week during community dinner involved a man who told everyone that he was married to a key chain. Since the person who told the story works at a mental health facility, they were not too disturbed by this fact, but they were surprised when eventually the man who was apparently married to a key chain brought in an actual wife one day (who or what is the key chain???)! Another funny occurrence happened to my housemate who works in a kindergarten classroom. They were in the middle of a lesson, and one child raised their hand. The teacher called on them, and they said simply, "My birthday was on Friday." The teacher replied, "I know. We celebrated." She waited a moment and then said, "Anything else?" and the student said "No." I laugh every time I think of this story.

Peace and blessings,

MK

[ithinkthereforiamfandom]

The 29th of January

(@kitten-kin Thank you for Your help, I hope this lives up to it. 2K)

It was the 29th of January and a Tuesday, John Hated Tuesdays. There was a camaraderie to Miserable Mondays, Wednesday was the midpoint, the point of no return on route to the weekend, Thursday had the weekend within sight and none of Friday’s get-me-out-of-here anxiety, who didn’t like Fridays! Tuesday’s only saving grace was that it wasn’t Monday. John’s mind rambled horribly since he'd got back so he took it for regular walks letting the monotony of his new step, step-thump, step, step-thump cadence calm his mind. Two more days... Thursday, he’d always liked a Thursday and he could start an early weekend as a dead man.

Day 29, he would be getting a pointless 30day chip tomorrow at his NA meeting which he would have to attend or Mycroft would cut him off again and Mummy would be notified. He had confirmed his attendance with his brother, so much for anonymous, and was headed to Bart’s where Molly had some tests he was permitted to assist with. The set up would be long and tedious but he would swing past the morgue before he hit the lab and run his posthumous hematoma experiment first.

John was almost out of the park, he’d done two laps today hoping it would help but now he just wanted to be home. “John" He heard a voice say his name but it was a common enough name. “John Watson” Definitely calling him now so he halted and turned to see a man approaching. Civilian, out of shape, familiar. “Mike, Mike Stamford" Yes, Mike from “We were at Bart's together" Mike from Bart's, he should be happy to see Mike from Bart’s but he just couldn’t be. The conversation drizzled onto coffee and he zoned out for a while remembering when he had a future in medicine, when he had a future but then Mike brought him back from his growled responses with “You’re the second person to say that to me today”... Was there someone else in London like him?

Sherlock was on fire, definitely having an up day as he ran the last of slides under the microscope and definitely green pigment, Molly would bring him coffee shortly and he had just cracked that cold case though the morgue results would be needed to confirm. He grabbed a pipette as the door opened because people were less inclined to question his presence when he was busy but it was just Mike who strolled in with some dull friend of his from the good old days. Mike might have a phone though so he can text Lestrade and avoid going all the way to the Yard.

John had an unobtrusive look around as someone was busy in the lab while Mike gave him a tour. It all looked so different now and he would have had to catch up on so many new things, field medicine was archaic but there was comfort in its simplicity. This was the other him apparently and John didn’t look twice until the man spoke and asked Mike for his phone. The voice was deep and cultured but long lines in a tailored suit impressed him as he handed over his phone. Mike really thought this man would share a flat with him.

Sherlock was caught off guard when the man, John, offered his mobile. Sherlock observed this new person and information flooded his mind as he took the phone. Stance, Tan, Grooming, Stick but standing. He gave the device in his hands a quick once over. Clearly the invalided war hero disagreed with his addict brother, but this might work well as John would motivate his sobriety and a doctor could be handy though the flatness in his eyes... He would need to keep John alive if he was going to help Sherlock with the work. Just had to confirm his deductions first, then get moved in! Mrs Hudson couldn’t complain about a doctor And an army veteran as his flatmate! John was perfect.

He was a nightmare, what was Mike thinking... John had been floored by Sherlock’s deductions and stood stumped as Sherlock whirled out the lab in a flurry of information, riding crops, and finally an address... did he just wink?! Shifting his weight John followed Mike out again and headed home; to his dull bedsit, his breakfast apple for dinner, his laptop, and his gun. He looked around the boring beige walls and realised he was smiling, Sherlock was not dull. A bit not good as his mum would say but definitely not dull. John decided he would grab this coincidental lifeline, Baker street, tomorrow. If it all went horribly he could always change his mind.

The damn chip weighed a ton in his pocket, John didn’t know he was in NA and he had no idea how he would react. The taxi pulled up just in time and Mrs Hudson was there to greet them, the woman was a saint and John seemed pleased with everything except, A Mess, yes by military standards the place was a mess and if he wanted a military man to cohabitate he would have to adjust. John settled into the wingback with his back to the entrances... He was either already very comfortable here or his self-preservation and combat instincts were history. A case came up so John would have time to get himself settled. Then again the limp, John didn't run anymore so maybe that’s what he needed, for his body to override his mind and that would be one less thing plaguing him.

Trouble, John could do trouble. He thought that the bullet had taken that away and while it might not be the army or a foreign country trouble at home was the same so he raced through dark side streets after an insane man to catch a murderer. After his very polite rebuff and his walking stick in storage the days blurred at Sherlock’s side until it was almost all over, Again. John had witnessed men die, as their medic and their captain he had held it as his duty to stay with his men if they were dying but his gun was in his hand before he knew it. He would not loose another man, not tonight and not Sherlock who had saved him; cured him, given him purpose, and his life back! He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and squeezed on the exhale.

Sherlock sat on the tail of the ambulance and ignored his shaking hands, the bullet must have passed within inches from him but Lestrade still wanted answers. He explained who the shooter was and scanned the darkness for suspects until his eyes found John standing at ease between two cars and everything lit up in his mind. He could see John, the military crack shot who had put a bullet passed his shoulder and into a man’s heart without a twitch... or Sherlock himself would be injured or dead. John, who he had to protect now so he brushed Lestrade off and breezed past his brother before they made their escape, his extraordinary John.

*12 months later*

The damn bloodhound was only good at finding the trouble John growled to himself as he stitched, he'd managed to catch most of the trouble himself but Sherlock still had a concussion and now John was a Veterinarian as he stitched up a thin slice in the dog's side. He still remembers the day Sherlock brought him home. “Calcutta. Wait, you liked The Perishers so you’re naming your tracker after a dog with no sense of smell.” They had both laughing and the dog seemed to join in but now the dog just whined slightly as John stitched up shaved skin. “Poor beast, we'll have you back to himself soon, almost done boy" The dog was enormously loyal to Sherlock and John was grateful but he had eight stitches himself and didn’t want to consider what may have happened had he not been there.

*6 months later*

Sherlock came come from a week in Belarus where an idiot had killed his girlfriend and would shortly be hanged, never to pass on his unfortunate genetics. He found two sleeping veterans in his lounge as John lay on the couch and a gorgeous German Shepard lay on the floor beside him. He set about making tea loudly enough to wake John, as he filled the kettle he remembered the discussion of a few months ago. “I can take care of myself and what if he bullies Calcutta?!” Sherlock hadn’t liked the idea of some aggressive beast harrying his faithful hound. “He will not bully Calcutta, they are all team players and Pax was attached to my unit for a while. You need protection Sherlock, someone there when I can’t be" Captain Watson had been very firm about it and Pax, silly name for war dog, was clearly settled in. Calcutta watched him from the lounge but Pax now stood in the door way actively observing the way John did all the time too. “I see I have another Veteran in the house now” Sherlock quipped to John as Pax's tail brushed his legs, his escort saw him safely to the couch then curled at John’s feet while John yawned and scrubbed his face. “I’ve trained him to your scent my LovelyLove if I’m not around he’ll stick to you like glue.

*On the next 29th of January”

“I thought Pax was retired” Sherlock was brushing distinctive guard hairs off his beloved Belstaff for the thousandth time. “Pax has retired Sherlock, into your employ just like me" John kissed his sulking sweetie. “My employees never listen to me!” Sherlock had taken to carrying a clothes brush in his coat and had been frustrated but very impressed when John had barked a command and Pax had bolted Sherlock’s side and taken their assailant to the ground in seconds. John had explained that Pax knew Sherlock was to be protected but the orders came from John. When the doorbell rang Sherlock started up from absentmindly scratching Pax's scarred ears. “That'll be Brom" John smirked, he would never buy Sherlock’s claim that his “badger hound" could investigate small spaces for them. “Dushunds are very cute Love!” John called after rapid footsteps. “Anton Chekhov would agree with you" Sherlock quipped back “But Brom will work just as hard and Pax or Callie" The dushund snoozed in Sherlock’s arms and John had to smile at the smitten look on Sherlock’s face, working or not Brom was clearly home to stay.

*6 months later*

John and Sherlock sat in the lounge with their small pack, Mrs Hudson had come up for tea and her enormous black poodle had stayed with the mob all piled together before the fire. “Sherlock” John sounded stunned and Sherlock's eyes snapped to his. “The Queen has a pregnant Corgi and we’ve been offered a pup from the litter” Sherlock rose to study the message. “John, can we? A Pembroke Welsh Corgi is much more interesting than a Knighthood!” John looked into sparking eyes. “I didn’t think we could refuse and I would never refuse you Love. We'll send our acceptance and our thanks, the litter is due in a few months, quite an honour I’m sure"

*The next 29th of January *

The corgi was an adorable creature which they had almost lost to Mrs Hudson on first sight. The little one slept on Calcutta most evenings and Royal gifts come with health plans so they need never worry about medical expenses for the pup, Rose, so named for her reddish patches was quickly a feature on everyone’s laps and when they took the pack for a walk though the park in the evenings she rode in Sherlock’s pocket until she couldn’t fit anymore. They made a sight, John felt, the mix match of dogs only emphasised the mismatch of himself and Sherlock but his family was perfect, all four legs and fur.

[bmpvoltage]

Lyuo Chapter 3

Here we go!

They came back that night and she fixed the two of them dinner. 

Gonta said, “Wow, It’s not only bread you can make.” Which she replied was her grandmothers magic.

She pulls out a bottle of champagne and said it was to celebrate his new employment. Which made him surprised. 

“It’s cheap, But who cares?” 

She wished that he will have a brilliant future and success in her dreams.

He was quiet and asked her, “What is your dream? To become a top baker?”

She said, “I want to be a wizard like my Grandmother.”

She said when people are sad or depress she wants to make something that makes them happy. 

Then she laughed saying that was her dream since she was six years old.

Then he said he understands.

She then asked what kind of Job does he has, Which throws him off.

He said he has a managerial position, Which made the MC amazed that he was so young and at a manager position. 

Gonta said it was a lot of duties and responsibility.

OF COURSE!

The MC goes way off topic by saying, Eat before your food gets cold, which he does. 

BLUSHER ALERT!

He said it was delicious and what was it, which she explained.

Gonta asked if he made it special for him, But she didn’t caught in which made him blush.

Then she said it was time for them to sleep, She’ll take the couch and he can take the bed, Which he said, “Now it reverse?”

As the two laid He thinks about the MC and how He goes crazy when he’s with her.

The next morning, She woke up and noticed she was on the bed, not the couch she was sleeping on.

Gonta was gone as well. When she looked at the table, She noticed he left a note saying, “Thank you.” And some money.

Aw! You don’t have to, Gonta...(♥ω♥ ) ~♪

She catches him about to leave the gate and calls out to him.

Then she says she can’t take his money, She didn’t do it for money in the first place.

Gonta said, Think of it as thank you, It’s like him paying to the hotel he was going to stay at. 

Which MC said, It’s not the point. To put it in a donation box. But, He said he doesn’t have time. 

MC said she works from today on, But since he’ll be working here, What was his contact number.

But a black car pulled up.

He said he memorized her already and she doesn’t need his. She watched him get in the backseat.

He then said,

“You and I will never meet again, I will say it specially. I felt that I understood only a little magic you say.”

God I feel like crying.

Then he said, Her dreams will come true. Hang in there,

He smiled at her before going serious into the car. As they drove off, She watched, She called his name and he never looked back.

HEARTBREAK!

Then it time skips to the evening.

She and her Co worker arrived at the Nobel Michel Palace, where he noticed she looked sad. He then asked if he she had a broken heart which made her embarrassed.  

She and her co worker was working after the speech and she wonder who was the new castle owner as people surrounded him. She wanted to see who he was, but as he moved, everyone moved.

Oliver first approached the MC, saying he could sense her present, which made the other Princes pick on him and teased him.

Then she heard a REALLY familiar voice asked, If they were the Princes.

Then asked why they would greet a servant instead of a noble woman.

The man was surrounded by woman and he was trying to gentle push them off, While being very blunt with them.

MC couldn’t help but asked if he was Gonta. He looked surprised by kept his cover before taken off and walked towards his throne.

As the Prince talked, She couldn’t help but think how much the two looked alike as he sat on his throne. 

MC said that Gonta was more cheekier, but kind. But this man looked cold and had a chilling gaze.

She thinks about the time they ate cream puffs by the lake, Riding on a bike together and toasting each other dreams. She couldn’t think they were the same person.

Then Oliver said he’s Noble Michelle the 14th, Lyuo/Ryuo

MC thought she didn’t know Gonta’s real name, not even his identity.

Then Prince Henry asked who was Gonta and did they have a intimate relationship.

God Henry!

Then he asked,”Does silence affirms it?” Damn! 

Trigger the Princes

They start asking if he forced her in a way, Which made Oliver, Kevin and Kuon got pretty upset. 

Then Henry explained that the new Noble Michel has so much power, That even theirs aren’t compared.

As he explained, She heard familiar footsteps coming behind her. 

AH! It’s Lyou!!!

Let’s just say this is where he drags and upset the Princes.

First, He says, “It’s the Ignorant Common People. It’s Impressive for the Princes themselves, to be lecturing international politicP on their own.”

DAMN!

 Henry then introduces the MC to him.

He then tells them all off; Kevin, Henry, Ivan, Sieg, Shion (Kuon’s Twin), Max, then Oliver.

However, Oliver gets scared and asks Werner, his butler, to hide him because he scared. Which makes him upset.

Lyou asked what was wrong with these group of people. Soon someone came up to them.

It was like the Prime Minister of Phillip who just loves himself some Henry. Who doesn’t?!

He’s super hot.

Anyways he kisses the back of the MC’s hands which gets Lyuo upset, and made him ban kissing in the Nobel Michel. WTH?

Then the man asked if Lyuo and MC had a personal relationship. Which he said he wouldn’t have a relationship with a woman like her class. Which kinda made her hurt.

Then the man egged him on saying is that an excuse.

Lyuo then said he’s a man that controls the allies and he has no interested in a baker, as it would be a cheesy gossip story.

Ouch...

Lyuo then said if she sold her face after the Inauguration saying they were together, She basically wouldn’t sell for anything, don’t he thinks. Insulting her badly in front of the Princes and everyone.

Ouch again...

WHICH MADE THE PRINCES VERY VERY UPSET

Sieg saying how rude that just was, what he said to her.

And Oliver saying that was rude to say to someone.

Lyou then said it was business he was making.

MC looked at him and said, That was not Gonta. She said they may look the same, But they weren’t the same at all.

He then said he needs to address his people and if they want him out the job, Pay him over 500 million but since all the country doesn’t have that money, He staying. Then told them to take a seat.

Which made the MC finally speak up.

AND MAN DOES SHE GOES OFF!

She said and I quote,

“I apologize for being misunderstood, I was just curious. You are a different person from the person I know. I am wrong. His mouth is bad and his attitude is also bad. His also cheeky, not obedient and gets angry right away..” She’s describing Gonta.

Then she says, 

“Actually, If you laugh it’s cute. But beside that point. People who do not think like you doesn’t have to be bully by you. My precious friends are people who are similar but unlike you are kind.”

Then the MC gets straighter and stares at him dead in the eyes, Thinking don’t be afraid of him.

“Sorry for mistaking you for someone else. It was rude of me. We (her workplace) will accept any calls and punishment later” And runs off.

Leaving Lyuo and everyone shocked. 

As he left, Sieg said, “Be lucky this didn’t cause a scene.”

Then Henry tells Lyuo off by saying,

“According the the reports from my butler, It will sell quickly if he ever did release the gossip.”

Which made Lyuo say he just moved in the palace, So he made have mad a miscalculation.

Henry said, That 1 person over a thousand people tried the test to be the Nobel Michel. And how did he, Out of 999 people made it with an attitude like his. Which made him look away.

Then the Prime Minister of Phillip asked if he was threaten? Which he said no.

Lyuo left out towards the staircase. Which made the Prime Minister confused until he remember that it was MC who ran out there. 

Lyuo ran outside to where the top of the staircase looking for the MC.

AWWW GOD, I’M TEARING UP!

He saw the small back of a worker running down the long stair way.

He remember how she prayed for his happy future and what she said to him at the party. 

He begins to extend his hand out, But pulls back.

He then said, “I’m sorry.” 

He looked really heartbroken and said they should have never met. Before he went back to being emotionless as he went back in

Wow...That was just...

I feel like he is acting this way because, Well, If he’s the most powerful in the world, He must have a lot of enemies, right? So he doesn’t want her to be in any trouble.

#王子様のプロポーズeternal kiss #be my princess #bmp #be my princess 2 #bmp 2 #otome #otome games #voltage inc

[hekate1308]

Just Black

There aren’t enough cute Drowley AUs. Enjoy!

His son often told him that he was predictable. Crowley disagreed. He’d always made a point of being unpredictable. Yes, he had a tight schedule that he strictly adhered to, but as the CEO of the firm he’d built up from the ground, that was only to be expected.

At the beginning he had liked to keep informed of every little detail, but that was impossible these days; and so he vaguely recalled that the coffee shop in the foyer had been newly leased on this Monday morning, but didn’t worry too much about it. He took his coffee black anyway.

It had been an idea of his mother’s, the coffee shop within the premises of his business; and to this day, he only begrudgingly admitted that it had been a good one. The truth was that many of his employees preferred popping down for a quick snack to eating in the cafeteria; and Crowley himself had found it was less of a hassle to purchase his coffee in the morning than make it himself.

Still – he hadn’t checked the new tenant of the coffee shop, trusting Charlie Bradbury’s back check. If she didn’t find anything, there simply was no reason to object to the man – Dean Winchester, he suddenly remembered.

So nothing could have prepared him for the side that met him as he strolled through the door.

On the counter of the coffee shop stood the most attractive man he’d ever set eyes on, and that was saying something.

He looked up and beamed. “Good morning!”

“Morning” Crowley replied automatically. Dear God, those green eyes. “One coffee, black –“

“Nope” he answered matter-of-factly. Crowley stared at him.

“What?”

“I run a coffee shop, and you expect me to just serve you black coffee? That’d be an utter waste.”

“An utter... do you even know who you’re talking to?”

It had happened a few times over the years – new employees not realizing who Crowley was when they first interacted with him; he had got used to put them in their place –

“Fergus Crowley, CEO. Even less reason to torture yourself with boring coffee, then.”

Dean Winchester raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he was trying to challenge him.

Two could play at that game.

“So then what would you recommend, Mr. Winchester?”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. To his surprised, Crowley realized he would have been at danger if the man hadn’t been so utterly irritating. “First of all, you always want a hint of cream and sugar in your coffee. Just black means you’re only trying to wake up, not enjoying your drink.”

“Which, I believe, is the purpose of coffee” he shot back.

“Not here. Nope. Not at Winchester’s Pie Emporium.”

Dear God, he hadn’t paid attention to the name before.

“Here, we want people to enjoy their coffee, and to get a bite to eat while they’re at it.”

“I never have breakfast.”

“Pie isn’t breakfast. Pie is brain food.”

The man was lucky he was so handsome, otherwise Crowley would have left five minutes ago. “So in order to get my coffee, I have to purchase a slice of pie? Is that your idea of how business works?”

He gave him another cheeky grin. “No.” And he quickly turned around to make coffee while Crowley could only look on, feeling rather confused. It was not an emotion he was sued to nor one he particularly liked.

“Here” Dean announced with a flourish, sliding both a cup and a piece of pie over the counter. “Pecan pie and coffee... with spice. On the house.”

“Spice?”

“You look like you could need some in your life” Dean winked.

“I’ll let you know” he drawled before leaving, not giving him the satisfaction of watching him react to the food and drink.

And alone in his office, he had to admit that both were delicious.

If only Dean Winchester weren’t so annoying. Well; there was no reason for him to visit the coffee shop; he could always get his assistant to bring him some, or he could go without, if he had to.

And yet he returned to the shop the next morning. It seemed the place was already catching on. Several of his employees were sitting at the tables having a quick breakfast, none of them meeting his eyes. He was sued to it.

Winchester beamed at him. “Crowley! How did you like the pie?”

Something he definitely wasn’t used to was being addressed so formlessly, and he could almost hear each of the patrons holding their breaths.

“It was adequate, thank you. Do I get my black coffee now?”

Dean pouted. “I thought I had converted you from your blasphemy.”

Strangely, Crowley found himself wishing to give in. He squashed that impulse quickly.

“Just coffee, black, strong.”

“Fine, fine, but don’t say I didn’t try.”

“I would never do that” he assured him calmly. Dean brought him his coffee and he went to his office, aware of several incredulous stares from his employees. Really, they were being overdramatic. Just because Dean’s approach to business was a tad unusual didn’t mean that he had to be a bastard towards him.

Only after he had taken several sips of his coffee (that tasted excellent, however it felt like he was missing something... maybe spice? Wait, what? No he wasn’t going to go there) did he notice that Dean had drawn a smiling sun on his cup with the line “No need to be bitter!” under it. The word bitter was underlined.

Who was this man?

That afternoon, Charlie Bradbury came to his office to discuss the new accounting program. As always, she’d done everything to ensure a swift and easy transition; and Crowley mused once more that it was more than worth it to allow her to wear her Doctor who shirts during meetings.

“Miss Bradbury” he said as she was about to leave, “The new tenant of the coffee shop, Dean Winchester...”

“Oh, you’ve met Dean?”

He raised an eyebrow. The question implied a familiarity he had not been aware of. “You know him?”

“Sure, we’ve been friends since college. He got a business degree to open his place after he’d become a baker.”

Dedication. Certainly more than Crowley usually encountered. He cleared his throat. “He seems very... opinionated about coffee.”

She grinned. “So you already got the “black coffee is a waste of all my year of training” speech?”

“Something like that.”

“Don’t worry about that. He’s really a good guy – one of the best men I’ve ever known. Helped keep me on the straight and narrow back then, really.”

Crowley could have replied that he had his doubts this was entirely true, but it would have come close to bantering.

She was eying the cup he hadn’t thrown away yet for some reason. “Oh, he must really like you. He’s begun with the puns.”

It was of no consequence whatsoever whether Dean Winchester liked him or not, so why was he pleased to hear that? “We’ll see how it goes – with the coffee shop, I mean.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Dean’ll make profit. He’s really good at what he does.”

Remembering the pie, Crowley had to agree with her.

Not out loud, of course.

The next morning, Dean greeted him with a big grin. “Charlie told me you really liked the pie.”

“I did not say any such thing.”

“Yeah, but she can read you like a book.”

He’d rather not have his employees gossip behind his back, but he could hardly do anything against that.

“Don’t look like someone kicked your puppy. She thinks the world of you.”

That... was definitely not something he had heard before.

“Here” Dean said, sliding over another piece of pie with his black coffee. “Apple. On the house.”

“You do know what it means to make profit, right?”

“I know what it means to make my customers happy” Dean said cheekily and Crowley looked down at his cup.

A drawing of a kitten next to the words Just espressing an opinion, but black coffee is still boring.

Another pun. He thought of what Charlie had said and left quickly.

A few days later (all of them beginning with Dean’s happy grin and puns on his cup) he and Gavin had a fight. He’d just called him to talk about his plans to expand – they didn’t always see eye to eye, but Gavin was still his son and heir and needed to know about such things – and they had ended up quarrelling about his work ethics again.

“Father, you’re not getting any younger. You shouldn’t work every day of the week, and you’re lonely –“

“I’m not lonely.”

“Of course you are, I can hear it in your voice –“

Things had only gone downhill from there, and he was annoyed enough to leave his office not at ten pm as he was used to, but at nine.

As it turned out, Dean was just closing up shop. He must have seen him through the glass doors, for he pushed them open and called out, “Hey Crowley, come in!”

He obeyed, not quite sure why.

Dean put another piece of pie in front of him, this one with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“How do you know?”

“I am familiar with that expression. Seen it often enough in a mirror” he replied simply.

“I had a fight with Gavin.”

“Your son?”

“Miss Bradbury should –“

“Please. You really think I don’t check on people I do business with? That’s how I know about him.”

Crowley was impressed. Not many people managed to surprised him.

“Yes. He thinks I should take it easier.”

“Can’t see why you shouldn’t. Business is booming, you have more than enough people to take care of things...”

“I don’t really like to let go of my control” he answered.

Dean grinned. “Too bad. Maybe we should work on that.”

And just like that, the conversation took on a completely different tone. “You think so?” he asked casually.

“Yeah. Can’t disappoint your son, after all.”

“I think I did that years ago.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “You know how it is. Children rarely, if ever, forgive their parents.”

Oscar Wilde? Crowley was finding more and more layers to Dean Winchester.

It was... almost exhilarating.

He shouldn’t have – common sense told him he shouldn’t have, but he’d always had trouble denying himself what he really wanted – but he went home with Dean that night.

He would have excepted it to be a one night stand, but somehow, it kept happening. A few nights a week, either his or Dean’s place, no one to see them or judge them, and then he found himself taking a weekend off for the first time in decades.

And yet he wasn’t allowed to sleep in; a phone call woke them both up early Sunday morning.

Dean groaned and turned around, burying his head in his pillow. Crowley allowed himself a small smile as he answered.

“Father! You’re not in your office! Is everything alright?”

“Yes, Gavin. I have merely taken your advice and taken a weekend off –“

“Not that it didn’t take me months to convince you to” Dean grumbled, still half-asleep, which was probably why he didn’t realize Gavin could hear him.

“Father!? Did you find a boyfriend!?” Gavin all but shrieked and Crowley idly wondered if that was the reaction children were supposed to have when they found out their parents were dating.

Wait – dating? Were he and Dean dating? They had never talked –

Dean took the phone out of his hand. “Gavin? Hi, this is Dean Winchester, your father’s boyfriend. Yes, i would like to meet, but I only just got him to take some time off, so... Alright, I’ll tell him.”

He hung up. “He’ll call this afternoon.”

“Alright” Crowley said, still feeling a little bit unsure –

Dean cuddled up close. “We’ll talk later.”

Crowley, on this warm Sunday morning, decided that this was a wonderful idea.

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Food for Thought

Fandom/Pairing: Elsword; hints of MMRS Rating: K+ Word Count: 3,819

Summary: They didn't share many things in common, but it became a routine for Elsword to visit him.  The Rune Slayer brought a heavy subject that would affect Add more than he would like to admit.  Writing collab with @zeloree!

His footsteps echoed when he marched to a familiar door worn with age.  It was a metal door decorated with wires and machinery, but it was all for show.  With many visitors dropping by, its occupant had given up on security when deciding it wasn’t worth the effort.  Twisting the doorknob, Elsword barged into the lab to announce his presence.  

“Hey, Add!” The Rune Slayer greeted the scientist with a smile and a wave.       

“Brat.” the scientist gave the boy a sign of acknowledgement rather than a proper response.

He didn’t think the redhead would make his invasion a common appearance, but by the fifth ‘visit’, Add had started to expect his presence instead of screeching and hissing at the brat’s interruption. Not that it was better, since it meant welcoming him into his relaxing lab. Persistence was always something the scientist hated from Elsword, and now he caved into it.

“I have a name you know,” Elsword huffed.  “Guess what?  I brought you food!”  

He shoved a platter of sandwiches at Add before the Mastermind could quip back.  The lettuce stuck out with water dripping onto the plate, making the toasted bread soggy.  When Add took a bite, he was surprised to see the redhead remembered to add mustard this time.  Maybe the brat was useful for something after all.  

“How long are you going to keep up with this?” Add asked.

“When you remember to feed yourself,” Elsword made himself comfortable in a spinning chair, ignoring Add’s frown of spreading himself over the scientist’s workspace.

“Who are you, my mother?”  Add scoffed, “You’re starting to sound like the elf.” 

“Guess that’s saying something then, huh?” He huffed, his face souring from Add’s unappreciative reply. “And I’ll have you know that unlike Rena, I appreciate the taste of delicious meat!” He scorned, “Our ideologies on determining what’s edible or not makes me completely different than her!”

If it was one thing Elsword was serious about, it was anything involving his stomach. The very fact that they had yet another lecture relating to food proved it. Add leaned back, tuning out a passionate speech on how meat changed everything in sandwiches, and that the mixture of vegetables and meat were the ultimate combination.

“Right, I get it,” he quickly surrendered, as if he was putting a fight over the subject. “Want some hot chocolate?”

Elsword went starry-eyed at getting a free drink.

A chuckle escaped from Add’s lips, cheeks dusted pink when he caught Elsword smiling at the obnoxious sound.  That was the strange thing about the Rune Slayer.  He waited for the brat to make comments about how different he acted - the way he talked, his obsession with nasods, or how he conserved chocolate like bars of gold, but Elsword never questioned it.  

He wondered if the younger teen held hidden motives.  What kind of idiot recruited a stranger after witnessing ambush attempts on one of their teammates on more than one occasion?  All it took was a heroic act to convince Elsword and all was good?  Add scoffed, the brat must be very forgiving or very stupid.  

“You’re early today,” Add poured the cocoa powder into two mugs.  A purple kettle stationed in the corner of the lab was boiling water.  He forced himself to ignore the stares Elsword was giving him, knowing what the redhead was thinking.  

“I finished training early with Elesis today.”  Elsword paused, “Are those cat ears?”

“It’s a gift,” he grew defensive.  It was a gift to himself, so that counted, right?   

“Cute,” Elsword grinned.       

“You always train with her.” It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the concept of having a sibling.  “Why is that?”

Elsword blinked with confusion. “Because she’s the best sister in the whole wide world?” Shocked at Add’s bewilderment to spar with his sibling, “You see…”

He regretted asking that question. The next topic the boy liked to talk about was his caring, loving, …energetic sibling. At least Add could share opinions over food.  Elsword’s speeches about Elesis were worse because he portrayed the swordswoman as something of a goddess.

“She’s always calm, she was only thirteen or something when she helped my dad out with war stuff!“

Admittedly, her achievements were rather impressive. Physically adept and a seemingly brilliant tactician at a young age, managing to secure victory after victory. Assuming Elsword hadn’t blown half of her stories out of proportion, Add would’ve considered her someone that had to be eliminated as soon as possible.

She sounded dangerous… almost too dangerous for him to really interact. There was no telling if she saw through Add’s tiny scheme with Eve, and though the red siblings were meatheads, Add was sure she’d had a much larger suspicion toward him. Luckily,  the stories were exaggerated. She was less of a threat than how Elsword made her to be.

Though, he was curious on why the boy placed herself on a high pedestal. Why do that?  Wouldn’t it be better to downplay her actions and brag about  the  missions he completed successfully?Less people would look down on him if he shined himself than glass trapping the trophy.

“And of course, your father didn’t receive any credits for what she did?” Add blurted out, “Sure, your sister sounds… elegant, but your father was the one that helped make her. He should be praised too.”

Elsword blinked at the mention of his father.  Not many people asked about him because  it wasn’t uncommon for children to lose parents to war and natural disasters caused by the El.  People saw him as the knight to serve people, rarely as a child who still had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the highest shelves in the kitchen.  Why was Add the first one to notice?   

He shrugged, “She was noticed as a prodigy.”

“Because that’s what people love, a miracle child to make up for adults’ incompetence.” Add said with bitterness.      

“They remember her because she was young,” Elsword stressed. “That was the third time I saw his face.  He may have a name in the army, but he was a poor father.”  

The nights he spent in a house too big for one child still haunted him when he was left to his own thoughts.  As he grew old enough to start a journey with friends, he was no longer alone, but the dreaded thought that  their journey would one day end left him feeling cold again.  There were only so many places to visit before they ran out of places to travel to.  He wondered if Add would leave him like his father did when he saw no reason to stick around.

“My father was not a kind man either,” Add said with an unreadable expression.  “He was an ass, but maybe he was trying to save us.”

Elsword was shocked to hear those words.  It was the first time he heard Add mention his family at all.  Maybe that was the appeal in talking to the scientist.  His past was a mystery and it was hard to read his intentions  with his sarcastic comments and the gleam in his eyes as if he was on to an inside joke only he understood.    

Add returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and handed one to him.  He took a sip of hot chocolate and flinched at his bad decision to drink it too early.

“I’ll give you an example, since the strawberry shortcake probably won’t understand,” Add panted out, pushing his cat mug away in reaction to having his tongue burned. “Take this… hot chocolate. It’s sweet, full of sugar, but also murky. And hot. Very… very hot.”

He wiped his eyes, tears unfortunately starting to form around them as a result of his roasted tastebuds. “It hurts… but. It’s sweet. And it’s probably worth dying for to stick your tongue in.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about your old man, or about your tongue?” Elsword deadpanned.  “Strawberry shortcake?  Really?” He was not that short, thank you very much!   

“He spent years carving my mind into what he thought was best for me,” he stuck out his burned tongue.  “Both my parents were nasod researchers, so it was natural for them to expect the same for me.  You see these eyes?  That’s his work. I was his legacy.”

“Was,” Elsword recognized the past tense and understood.  Like many of them in the group, Add was an orphan too.  

The scientist smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.  It was forced and controlled, like his voice, “All children are legacies of their parents.  Whether you like it or not, we’re shaped by them. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have lasted this long. My mother played a part of why I’m here.”  

Elsword couldn’t pretend to understand what Add meant by any of that.  He wasn’t a genius like Add or a nasod with a storage of information like Eve.  He wanted to know what Add was saying because he wanted to be a good friend, but he also wanted to understand the scientist.  Add was the last of them to be open about his past.  He didn’t want to mess this up and scare him away.  

“You said he wasn’t a nice man,” Elsword looked down at his hot chocolate and blowed on it before taking a small sip.

Add looked away, “He wasn’t a forgiving teacher as Mother was.  Sometimes, he destroyed my work because he expected more.”      

The Rune slayer’s eyes widened. “Wha-?!” Destroying people’s work? Was that really something that a mentor would do? He understood his sister might’ve been more lax with him, but he’d never imagine any good tutor would destroy something they worked so hard on. It was like wasting cake after having it was baked and decorated.

“What kind of cake gets thrown on the floor just because they expected something more chocolate-y?!” Elsword gasped.

“...What?”

“He wasn’t a good baker!  I mean- good mentor! He shouldn’t trash your stuff!” As Elsword slammed his fist on the desk, Add nervously recoiled.

“In other words…” The Mastermind meekly said, fidgeting at his clothes and leering over at the boy. “You think he’s an awful person…?”

“More than awful!”

Well, he couldn’t deny his father didn’t treat him as nicely, but…

“I mean, he was harsh, but he thought I could do better,” Add’s face grew warm when he noticed how livid the Rune Slayer was.  This wasn’t Elsword problem, why did it bother him so much?  “He might have said cruel things, but I became a better inventor because of him.”   

“That’s not how you teach someone how to be better,” Elsword crossed his arms.  “That’s not what family is.”

“Is family throwing your children into a war you started?”

Elsword sighed when he scooted closer to reach his hand over to ruffle the scientist’s hair.  His insides churned when Add flinched at the sudden human contact and pulled away with an apologetic look.  He was no expert on parenting, especially him of all people being an orphan and all, but that could not be a good sign.  The way Add took the effort to cover most of his body left much to be suspicious.  What was under there?  Nasod limbs like Raven?  Strange markings like Ain?  Scars and bruises?        

The knight grew uncomfortable on the last thought.  Add didn’t mention physical abuse, but he couldn’t help but wonder what else the other was hiding.  There had to be more to the story for Add to show aggression when coming into contact with chains or the mention of slaves (Thanks to Lu, who learned the hard way when Add verbally lashed out at her.).  

“You’re judging me,” Add said.  “You’re thinking it’s the bastard’s fault for making me like this.”

“You said it yourself,” Elsword pointed out.  “Our parents shape us.  Your father could have killed you for the sake of protecting the family legacy.”

“No he won’t,” Add said with pride.  “I was useful for him in one thing: becoming a human weapon.”

A chill shot up Elsword’s spine.

“You’re more than that,” he tried to keep himself calm.  What kind of monster was this man to view his child as nothing more than a weapon?  This was the kind of story he expected hundreds of years ago from the history books Aisha loved to read.    

“More than that…?” he cocked his head at the redhead, a fluttering astonishment appearing in Add’s magenta eyes. His father’s eyes.

Now he seemed a bit more interested in talking. Elsword knew that look. Though the boy knew he had his moments where he rambled on things Add might not have been interested in, Add had those times too. Maybe a lot more than him. Considering the topic they’ve landed themselves in however, he wasn’t sure how Add would lecture Elsword on this.

“You believe I’m worth more than that… truly a fascinating idea to think.” before Elsword could try and change discussion, Add slammed down his mug, startling and silencing him. The scientist narrowed his eyes, his smile forming an expression of bemusement.

“Kek. Do you think a single human is worth that much, Elbrat?” The Mastermind traced his finger on the rim of his mug. “Even if I was the last heir of this family, humans are all the same anyways. I wasn’t someone that could prevent a whole race of humans from being extinct, because I was not the last one. I didn’t need to survive for the whole species to continue living. Statistically speaking,” he closed his eyes. “I’m not special. I don’t have any rare abilities. I was born physically average. My knowledge and high understanding comes from strict teaching, who I’m sure many other people have gone through. I was not the first, nor was I the last.”

“In addition, I was highly isolated. I only knew Mother and Father. They were not only family, but friends. People I live in, and people that I must adapt to. If I won’t adapt, how could he value my existence as something more than being parasitic?”

Positioning his head to face downwards, he hummed. “Finally, my parents could bear another child. Had I died, I would easily have been replaced.” And his father could’ve easily framed it as the death being accidental. “... To conclude, I had no real worth at the very start.” He grinned, shrugging with his arms and staring at the boy with tired eyes. “That’s-”

“That’s stupid,” Elsword frowned.  “Maybe that’s how it worked when you lived with them, but you’re important to me.”

He flustered when he realized what he had just said.  It sounded better in his head, was that too much?  But it was true, he didn’t want anyone to replace Add.  It was a selfish thought because he already had his sister and his friends, but having one friend less gave him more anxiety than he thought was reasonable.   

“So what if you’re only a small part of all humans,” Elsword gritted his teeth.  He wanted to go back in time and punch the man that made his friend like this.  His rage peered through when fire sparked out from his fingertips and flared up.  “If there weren’t little people like us, then what will become of humanity?  I don’t want you to go.”  

“You’re really strange, red bean.” Add said, although his eyes betrayed him and looked like they were going to water.  

Despite pushing the brat away more than once, he still came back.  All that effort to talk to someone like him, who lacked the charisma Elsword had to draw people in, or Raven’s swordsman skill.  They shared nothing in common, but the redhead still talked to him.  Was this what having a friend was like?  

Friends.  It was something that bothered him when he was younger and he watched the village children play from a distance, but couldn’t join them because of his circumstances.  He thought he didn’t need it when was an adult, but now he craved it.  That wasn’t fair.

“I’m strange? You’re in no position to say that, ya know,” the boy playfully chuckled. “And I’m not small bean, damn it.” “Kek. Right. Sure.” Breathing in a sigh, Add lifted his mug, nipping for the taste of slightly cooled hot chocolate with his burned tongue.

“I mean, you have flying plates and you talk to your box-”

“Apocalypse is a weapon, not a box.” Add was offended.    

“It tried to bite me the other day,” Elsword complained.  It went after him when he found it lying in another box.  The cat cube hissed at him and snarled when he tried to move it from its resting spot.  

Add snorted, “You were probably bothering it.”

When Add stretched his legs, he was surprised to discover how stiff they were.  How long were they talking for him to feel like this?  If Elsword wouldn’t let him talk about himself like that, then what did the redhead want?  

“Do you hate your father?” Add asked.          

“It’s not hate,” Elsword said.  “It’s disappointment, I think.  He always wrote letters, but Elesis missed him and I didn’t like him for making her cry when he left too early for any of us to catch him.”

“For the war, right?” Add rubbed his chin, “What if he didn’t leave?  Would you be happier?  Wouldn’t the war reach to your cute little village if he didn’t help them?”  

Truthfully, that thought never occurred to him  until Add mentioned it. He knew that as a soldier, his father had to excuse his duties as a parent in order to protect Velder, but he wished he’d at least spend a vacation every once in awhile to visit him. To make him and his sibling feel a little more important than some stupid battle.

“Ah… maybe he was trying to defend Velder for your own benefit. I don’t really know how the war really went, but,” he took a large gulp of his drink. “A knight has to be paid, no? He might’ve also been working to prevent you cupcakes from starving yourselves.” “Well…”

“And all of us eventually go through a time where we have very little to depend on, if at all. Maybe he wanted to strengthen you by getting used to it.” He added on.

“And look how that turned out.” Elsword motioned his arms towards Add like he was a finished painting. “Clearly something to be admired.” he scoffed sarcastically. Add’s leer deepened at that, but a smile appeared on his cheeks. “Kek. Indeed. I’m a beautiful, intelligent man.” The scientist stated, gesturing at himself pridefully. “Look at my face. It’s truly a masterpiece. Unlike a certain poptart.”

“Hey, taste over aesthetics. I’ll have you know I’m incredibly delicious, unlike bitter coffee.”

Add lost his composure and bursted out laughing, hugging his stomach and clinging to his seat to duck his head under his arms.  What an interesting person to talk to, he covered his mouth, but kept cackling like a madman.  He laughed when he saw Elsword’s confusion, a rare smile spread across his features.  

“I’ll let you know that black coffee is an acquired taste,” he said with happiness.  

“Just like you,” Elsword mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the redhead said innocently.  “You said you didn’t have worth, but why does your dad bother with you then?”

For once, Add had nothing to answer back.  Why did Father bother with him?  The way Elsword said it made the contradiction more apparent and it bothered him.  He couldn’t be both: having no worth, but claim Father cared.  Or maybe Asker pitied him and that’s why he pressured him?  Were these facts or assumptions he latched onto in hopes that maybe he was needed by someone?

“It’s okay if you don’t know,” Elsword said.  “I don’t know why my dad did what he had to do either.  I guess it’s hard to know when our dads are dead.”   

Staring at the scientist, the Rune Slayer slowly approached him with a gloved hand, fingers trailing to rub Add’s head in a messy manner.  Add froze when he felt Elsword’s fingers ran through his locks, surprised how light his touches were, careful not to tangle his hair.  There was hesitancy in letting himself be touched, but he made a sound of agreement for the sake of a response.  

“Are we going to have a soul searching conversation every time you break in?”

“Only when you stop naming me after pastries,” Elsword joked.  

“An expensive price,” the Mastermind snarked. Elsword didn’t need Add to shake his head in disagreement, already rolling with the conclusion that the scientist would rather keep the nicknames. He gulped down the rest of his free drink, setting it down and pushing it to Mastermind to later clean.

“I’m done now.” Elsword concluded with a peaceful exhale. “Thanks for the hot chocolate. Hope you enjoyed the sandwiches.”

He took another gulp of his drink. Was that really all? Had time passed by so quickly while they were interacting? It felt so short, yet Add had a feeling something at least an hour or so had already passed.

“Right. Get the hell out of my lab, you brat.”

Oddly enough, there was a feeling of dread on Elsword’s announced departure. It was hard to concentrate when he heard the boy’s shoes clanking on his floors, with each step becoming softer.

“Wait.” Add uttered and  the steps stopped. Add froze, realizing Elsword had heard his voice loud and clear.

“What?”

Add stared down at his screen in panic. He couldn’t say that he just wanted him to stop the noisy taps on the floor, could he?

“Hm. You see, I actually…” He must look for an excuse. His eyes shift over from the empty mugs in search for something. “I actually need… something.” he spotted an object that was near his lab. “Need… an object. For science.”

“So like… you want me to get it with you?” Elsword questioned.

Add opened his mouth, but the redhead already answer for him. “Yeah, sure! We can do it soon. Maybe in a few days. How about the next lab visit? You’re always in here anyways.”

Elsword ran back to him, arms wrapping themselves to hug Add from behind, tiptoeing to place his chin on Add’s soft hair.

“Awww!~ You care!” the redhead laughed.

Add wondered if he could take back those words, but it was too late.

“I-... Don’t… don’t misunderstand.” he closed his eyes and  pulled his head down. “I was just interested in seeing how you fight.”

That was a lie even Elsword could see through, because the boy cackled harder, entertained by Add’s denial. “Yeah, yeah, sure! Thanks for the date!”

“Wait- Date? Elbrat-” he moved to  correct the boy, but Elsword was already running back out.

He was definitely regretting it now.

#elsword #eltag #AddEls #Add x Elsword #Add (Elsword) #Elboy #MMRS #elsword fanfiction #my writing #it was really fun writing this! especially figuring out #how to get the characters to interact with each other #mywriting