#Ugly Duckling: Perfect Match

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OC INTRODUCTION ➺ ROSIENNE MINUIT

BASIC INFORMATION

name 🥀 Rosienne Minuit age 🥀 18 birthday 🥀 10.08 height 🥀 176cm homeland 🥀 Shaftlands dorm 🥀 Pomefiore class 🥀 3-C (Junior) best subject 🥀 Ancient Magic club 🥀 Newspaper Club dominant hand 🥀 right

One of the more open and bubbly people at Night Raven College, but that friendly smile of his hides an ulterior motive - to help you find your true love, of course! And maybe learn the latest school gossip along the way, but that's less important than your heart's desires! Rosienne grew up as the ugly duckling, a little too weird, a little too focused on his books. He quickly learned how to turn those things into strengths - to become loud and funny, and overly dramatic. Quirky, instead of a weirdo. Fewer kids teased him that way. But you couldn't change everything that way. The books he read were always full of dramatic, sweeping love stories that always had a picture-perfect happy ending, yet it looked like it would never happen to him. He could only watch the people around getting together or, worse yet, get asked out as a prank. It made him resent all those beautiful, popular kids, who seemed to only care about their appearance, their social media accounts and going to parties. He started to stop taking care of himself, look messy on purpose, as if to spite everyone else. So he rolls up at NRC, angry, looking like he never brushed his hair in his life, with no idea how to tie a tie. Getting sorted into Pomefiore was as surprising for him as for everyone else. He's far from an ugly duckling now, sparkling and fashionable and with a new hair color every other week. Accepting he will probably never get his own perfect romance, he instead focuses on other people, trying to find the perfect match for everyone around him. Pairing people up and giving them unsolicited advice is his biggest passion, one he had almost turned into a job. Not only does he work on the school newspaper, he has his own column where he gives anonymous students love advice. Despite his cheerful, happy-go-lucky exterior, Rosienne is fierce and stubborn and loves being challenged. Once he put his mind to something, few things can stop him, and he's not above using the gossip he gathered about other students as blackmail. He's also more mature than he may come off as; he understands other people's emotions well and the advice he gives them is often surprisingly good. His signature spell is called Kiss of True Love. It allows him to feel other people's emotions for a limited amount of time.

OTHER FACTS/TRIVIA

🥀twisted from the rose from Beauty and the Beast 🥀his last name means midnight in French 🥀Floyd calls him Flamefish, Rook calls him Prince du les Epines (Prince of Thorns) 🥀not only is he responsible for the love advice column of the school's newspaper, he also does most of the graphics for it; actually, despite going to a fancy magic school, he would like to do something related to graphic design later in life 🥀 he's also very interested in perfumes, likes matching them to people 🥀is very bad at singing, loves to do it anyways 🥀the first time he wanted to dye his hair, he went to Lilia for help; unfortunately, the fae thought it would be funny to swap his hair dye, forcing Rosie to walk around with green hair for a few weeks (Rosie told everyone it was on purpose) 🥀like Rook, he can speak French

RELATIONSHIPS

Vil Schoenheit - it was hate at first sight - Vil seemed like everything Rosie hated and Vil couldn't believe that somebody who looked like he just walked out of a barn would even dare to speak a word to him. They often fought, unable to see eye to eye. But being in the same dorm and class, as well as sharing a friend, forced them to interact more often than they would have liked. Over time, somehow, they actually managed to become friends, slowly learning that they may have more in common than they had initially thought. Vil helped Rosie gain confidence and taught him how to properly take care of himself and find his own style. In retrospect, Rosienne should've expected that he would eventually catch a crush. It's not like he can have one good thing in life, and Vil was stunning, and charismatic, and worked harder than anyone to reach his goals. There was no other ending to this. Rosie is convinced that Vil is so out of his league, he could never return any of those feelings. So he keeps quiet, pining on the sidelines, convinced this is the best way out of the situation. Rook Hunt - they quickly became friends, back in freshman year. Rosienne found Rook's eccentricity interesting, even a little impressive. He found Rook's outlook on life very romantic and he liked listening to him talk; Rook's definition of beauty was different from other people and that helped Rosie look at some things in his own life differently. He just couldn't understand what Rook saw in Vil. It was actually in part due to Rook that Rosienne and Vil had finally stopped fighting. Nowadays, Rook and Rosie can often be spotted on campus, chatting about something in French. Rosienne also finds Rook's ability to gather information on other people very useful in his own line of work. Epel Felmier - Rosie saw a lot of the younger version of himself in Epel, which made him instantly fond of the boy. When Vil got too overbearing, Epel would often go and complain to Rosienne, since he was always empathetic and seemed the most like an "uninvolved third party". Unfortunately for Epel, Rosie didn't stop at just giving him advice on how to handle their housewarden and jumped straight into trying to set him up with somebody. After all, is there anything sweeter than young love? Lilia Vanrouge - since Rosienne was always drawn to the people that were different in some way, he quickly developed an interest in Lilia. Simply put - the fae seemed cool as hell and Rosie wanted to be his friend. He was shy but eager in trying to approach Lilia, who found it amusing. They often hang out to do some dumb shit together, and it's not unheard of Rosie to just randomly burst into Diasomnia for tea and some chit-chat.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #pomefiore #pomefiore oc #art #digital art #small artist #artists on tumblr #fan art #oc x canon #💌 art #🥀 rosienne #★ rosienne #now the whole gang has their intro !!! #not to be biased but rosie and vil may be my favorite from my oc x canon ships #theyre so silly #its about the MUTUAL PINING

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Unexpected Miracles

→ Pairing. hoseok x Reader

→ Genre. half-strangers to lovers, blind dating au (kind of), fluff

→ Summary. an old crush comes waltzing into your life when you need a date for a Winter Gala

→ Word count. 5.2k 

→ Warnings. reader's family is a bit abusive and likes down-talking her :,(, mentions of light alcohol consumption (be careful when you drink, please!!), mentions of a mental breakdown

→ A/n. this is a gift for @beingsuneone for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange 🎄 Hi Kaillei, I'm your Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy this gift I made for you as much as I enjoyed interacting with you all through December. Somehow, this is the complete opposite of what I planned on writing but I think changing the plot mid-story was the right choice to make. Hope you'll like it :)

-> thank you so much @playmetheclassics for beta-reading this fic!! I’m so grateful for your constant help and support, it really means a lot to me🥺❤️

There is nothing you hate more than the Christmas season. The decorated streets, the storefronts full of fake gifts under an overdecorated tree. Couples wearing matching Christmas sweaters. The Christmas market which blasted holiday music until 2 am and your obnoxiously long yearly family Winter gala.

The gala, annoying as it sounds, takes place five days after Christmas each year and is a reunion of all the town's important people and its surroundings. All of that was exaggerated by some nice Christmas music,  a huge decorated tree with presents underneath for the youngest guests… Everything you love.

You glare at your invitation on the coffee table and sigh. Even after you moved out of town (and far from your parents’ grasp), your mother found her way to get you to come to her event. Just as you are about to throw away the gold ornamented card, your phone rings and surprise! it’s your mother. 

“Hello, darling! I sent out your invitation yesterday in express mail. Have you received it ?” 

Of course, she would be only interested in her stupid event. 

“Yes, mother. It’s in my hands right now”, you stop yourself from sighing, wanting to avoid your mother’s reprimands.

“Oh, perfect! Your father and I went to the store to select some dresses for you. You should go try them on by tomorrow if you want to have your dress on time!” 

Did I forget to mention the winter gala is also a ball? Well, now you know… 

“Well, about that, Mother. I wanted to tell you…”

“Oh, you can bring your companion too! What was his name again? Jake? Please bring him I remember him being such a lovely boy!” 

“Not until I found him sleeping with another girl…” You mumble before saying louder “Mother, Jake and I went our separate ways a year ago. ” 

There’s a short silence before your mom answers.

“Shame, well, you better come accompanied or you will embarrass of this family. Again. Excuse me, darling, but your Grandfather is calling me again. I shall go. We expect to see you at the gala so do not disappoint us,” she instructs before hanging up

"I'm gonna need a miracle to go” You furrow your brows and brush a hand through your hair. It is infuriating how your mother never pays attention to anything you say or do. You were the fifth child, your siblings were four talented and successful children and your parents never gave you much attention or love. They would ask as much from you as they did with your siblings but never look at you the same even when you excelled in some things.

Kind of like the ugly duckling. 

With resignation, you grab the invitation again. Your mother’s call was just a reminder of how required your presence there is even though no one cares about you unless it involves asking whether or not one of your brothers is still single (they do that). 

“Well, what do you plan on doing?” Your brother asks and, judging by your deadly glare, he also deducts the answer by himself.

“Come on Y/n, you can’t avoid another family event, especially this one.” 

You nib at your straw, taking a sip of your green smoothie -something your friends never understood your liking for (I mean, who in their right mind would be having a kale-based drink when fruits existed?)

“I don’t know Namjoon. I don’t want to face mom and dad after my job application was rejected last month” You almost cry at the thought. Your parents almost seemed proud when you told them you were on the waitlist for a big finance company in Seoul. You don’t even want to imagine their disappointment after hearing the news and you don’t want to hear about it.

“Well, sure. But you can’t keep avoiding us. I was on the phone with grandpa this morning. He told me he would love to see you again. You know, he’s much older now and this year will be his first year alone without grandma. He told me you remind him so much of her. Please, if you won’t come for us, at least come for him” He pleads 

The thought of your grandfather feeling alone and the look on your brother’s face only grows your guilt. You think again about the white and gold invitation still on your kitchen table (right next to the trash can, yes) and then look at your brother. 

You sigh: “Well if you come to help me get a dress, we only have one problem now: I need a date” 

To that, your brother smiles, making his adorable dimple pop off and his eyes turn crescent moon. 

That makes one Miracle

“Excuse me…?” A voice speaks from behind you. It was the waitress, back with Namjoon’s drink and your cake “Here is the rest of your order” She places everything on the table and, by the look in her eyes, you feel the question coming. 

“Sorry to bother you, sir…” There it comes.  You see her play with the hem of her apron “But I was wondering if you would be open to going out with me some days?” 

Oh boy, poor girl

You can’t stop the smile that grows on your face. One thing you enjoy most about your family is seeing your brothers struggle to decline strangers asking them for a date. Namjoon is the funniest because he gets so shy when this happens; the boy can’t say no.

You’re about to answer for him when he clears his throat and offers the young lady a reassuring smile “Um, well. I am quite busy right now and we are mere strangers now. But maybe in a few coffees, I will reconsider your offer” 

Oh? He pulled it off quite well this time. The waitress’s face crumbles and she leaves with a bitter expression, not knowing how to deal with Namjoon’s answer. Too bad because this one looked sweet and like the type of person your family would approve of. You exchange a look with your brother and start laughing before deciding it’d be better to quietly finish your drinks if you don’t want to get interrupted by more bold women again. 

“Don't you think this dress makes me look fat?” You look at yourself in a huge mirror trying to see everything wrong with you and the dress. 

Your three brothers, who surely have a better sense of fashion than you do, came to help you pick up a dress (some by choice, others because of your parents’ orders) and can’t hide the annoyance on their faces when you come out of the changing rooms asking the same question. Namjoon takes his eyes off his book to look at you with a stern face. You can see that he is annoyed to hear you talk down about yourself (and so are your other brothers).

Seokjin stands up and positions himself behind you, looking into your eyes in the mirror. “I think…” he puts his hands on your shoulders “that it’s been fifty minutes since we’ve been here and you still haven’t found a dress you like. You look perfect in each of them though”

“It's true” Taehyung adds “I don’t see anything wrong with any of the dresses, or with you. But I will have to agree that the puffy sleeves on this dress look horrendous and way too middle age for you” 

You hear the shop owner gasp and a little smile appears on your face. 

“How many more dresses do I have to try on?” You ask her with the hope that your pains are almost over. She looks at the tray where all the dresses you were supposed to try are and sigh. “Well, I think only one remains from your parents’ selection…” your shoulders fall and look desperately to Seokjin in the mirror.

“But wait! I remember that your grandfather ordered me to make a dress for you last month. I was asked to send it to you this morning. Still, when I received the call from your mother yesterday saying you’ll come to try on some dresses, I figured it’d be better to give it to you in person”

A smile forms on your face and you look at Namjoon like a kid on Christmas Day. He winks at you

“If you’d like to go to your changing room, I’ll bring it to you immedia” 

The gown you see is no ordinary thing. Your eyes become teary with the memory this dress brings you, for it is the same dress that was worn by the princess in your favourite fairytale. Your grandmother would read it to you when you were a child and you’d always tell her how much you loved the blue sparkly dress the princess wore. You are quick to put it on and come out to show it to everyone. 

“It’s perfect!” 

That Makes Two

It’s almost been a week since you accepted to go to your family winter gala and after you got your gown and your brothers’ help with how you should do your hair and which guests you should avoid, you still needed a date to come with you. It is not specified where it is requested to have a date in the invitation but it is kind of the unspoken rule of the event: who would want to come to a gala unaccompanied?

As the host’s daughter, you are not to come alone. It would bring shame to your family and your mother’s daily messages reminding you how important it is for her that everything goes according to plan is only a reminder of how perfect you are not. 

You sigh and scroll down your contact list, hoping to find someone suitable for the event. To your great dismay, every potential date is either busy, taken or unwilling. After hours of trying to convince your old roommate (who still owes you for the time you saved his butt in an embarrassing public situation you don’t miss to remind him), you are out of ideas 

“Come onnnnnn Chan, are you sure? I could use your help right now…” You pout. The hesitation is visible on his face but you can see how he brushes a hand through his hair and clenches his jaw so that he won’t give in.

"I already told you, Y/n. I can’t. I need to fly back to Canberra to visit my mom for Christmas. I can’t cancel three days before. She would be so heartbroken. I’m already halfway packed… Sorry”

You almost want to cry to try and convince him but you know it is no use. “You know my parents will kill me if I come alone, right? How am I supposed to survive a ball without a partner? I’d do fine on my own during the dinner but dancing on my own?? I don't even want to think about it.” You take a sip of water.

“I know I know” Chan tries reassuring you “Hey! I might have an idea! Do you remember my friend Hoseok who went to Washington to do business a few years ago? ” 

You remember the tall and lean brown-haired guy whom you met a few times when Chan had some friends over at the beginning of your flat-sharing days. You picture his sparkly golden brown eyes and perfect smile that made your heart go crazy back in the day. It didn’t long to crush him hard, even though the only conversation you managed to hold with him was to ask him if he was okay after he spilt his drink on you.

“Barely…why do you ask ?” You lie.

As soon as you ask the question, you get an idea of what your old roommate is thinking. 

“Well, I’ve heard that he would be back in town this week and probably be on his own during the holidays…” he offer suggestively.

“What did you say his name was again?” You ask as you open your computer.

A few seconds of research later, you manage to find his social media profile but don’t find much information about him, just the already-made conclusion that he looks hot as hell.

“So, what do you think?” Chan asks and when you say that you would be open to meeting him, he promises to do his best to set up a meeting with him as soon as he is back in town 

That’s your Third Miracle.

It has been one week since the last time you talked to Chan and you only have three days before the event. Your mother called again this morning to make sure that you would come and to remind you again how important it is that you fit into the family and that you look great and play nice all night long. Such pressure for such a stupid thing. Helping children in need during the holiday season sure is important but does she have to be on your back like that? 

“It’s not because I messed up once that I should be treated any differently than any of her other children,” you huff angrily as you pack a bag to bring to your parents’ place. You still remember that day even though it has been years since it happened. You were still living at the manor with everyone back then and your life was somewhat not a mess. Your mom made you wear an excessively tight dress with lots of tulles and tied your hair in a bun so tight you wonder how she didn’t rip your scalp apart. Then she introduced you to every young man your age that attended the party until she found one who seemed to pique your interest and left you there. That man, whom your mother deemed very well educated and of good composition, turned out to be a complete ass who kept talking down to you. Well, until you threw your champagne cup at him and insulted his whole family tree and ran out (but not without walking on your dress and falling flat on the wooden floor).

Your parents barely managed to keep their business with the boy's parents and you were sent to a boarding school overseas for two years (holidays included). Lord knows those were some of the best two years of your life. You remind yourself of all the good memories you made in England and how you met your boyfriend- now ex- but your phone ringing in the background snatches you out of those moments 

You groan, “What again” 

The number on the screen doesn’t ring a bell so you answer carefully.

“Hello?” Maybe this is the call you’ve been waiting for.

The person on the other end seems as hesitant as you are “ Hello? Kim Y/n? I'm Jung Hoseok. Remember me? I think one of our friends set us up? For an event ?” Your heart skips a beat, his voice is even more sensual than you remembered. 

Fourth miracle ♪

“Oh! Yes, Hoseok! Hello!! It’s nice to finally hear from you! I’m surprised Chan managed to convince you. How are you ?” You try to stay polite despite the more than odd situation

Hoseok clears his throat “Um… I’m- good, thanks. Listen, this is super weird, would you like to meet up? So we can talk more properly?” His tone is hesitant but hopeful (somehow??)

You chuckle, not expecting the offer but agreeing.

“I’m still at my place but I know a nice cafe downtown. It’s very quiet so we can talk without being disturbed. I’ll send you the address and meet you there in… let’s say half an hour alright?” You try to sound as confident as possible despite the furious beats of your heart. 

“Okay, see you there!” He hangs up and you let out a breath you haven't even realized you were holding. 

You send a message to Chan thanking him for the help, then scold him for not telling you he talked to Hoseok and then freaking out because you have a date in thirty minutes with a stranger you’re supposed to introduce to your parents as your date in three days. 

You know you can’t do dates. The fact hits you even harder when you enter the cafe and see him. You suddenly feel way too overdressed for this even though you’re only wearing a plain black dress you still took fifteen minutes to choose. Hoseok is sitting at a table in the back corner of the room, a cup of coffee in his hand and a computer opened on his right. You walk up to him and greet him. “Hello again. It’s nice to see you again.” He stands up and shakes the hand you stretch out. “The pleasure’s all mine. How long has it been? Five years? More?” He says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear and dimples appear at the side of his mouth. “Long enough” Your eyes meet and you suddenly feel very overwhelmed by his presence. It reminds you of how it made you feel: he smells good, looks good and something in the way his eyes sparkle makes your heart weep.

You clear and break the contact before sitting. After a waitress comes to take your order, you and Hoseok start talking, about everything and anything, getting to know each other a little, catching up and you realize that you two have surprisingly good chemistry.

“Well, for example, you ordered black coffee before I arrived. No milk or sugar. So I can say that you’re someone who likes to be efficient in every possible way. You like things to be done precisely in your work but also want to keep things simple there, which might be a reason for your success. You’re wearing a high-end sweater in a very trendy outfit and colour-matched your briefcase to your shoes, which tells me you’re also a very organized person. I didn’t do much research on you, just enough to know what you do for a living and how popular you are with the opposite sex, but based on what I see now I can guess many things about your personality” You conclude your little analysis with a smile and take a sip of your latte, living Hoseok speechless. 

Finally, he laughs “Wow, I have never been analyzed this way. Especially on a first date. That’s impressive! Did you study psychology ?”

Your heart skips a beat upon hearing the word date but you don’t let it show. “I was a bookworm as a teenager and my parents have a huge library where I spent most of my childhood. I think I have read dozens of psychology books. It helped me a lot in my college years and then in my work” You smile at him, avoiding mentioning that you read psychology books because you tried to understand why you felt so blue all the time as a child and also why your parents were so mean to you. 

“What would your coffee order say about you?” Hoseok asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You smile mischievously.

“Well, I’ll try not to be too biased but I ordered a latte so I’d say that I am a people pleaser with a tendency to overextend myself and neglect my needs if I can help someone. I’m probably very generous and helpful but also very sweet and imaginative. I asked for extra foam on top, which could suggest I’m still a child at heart, or that I didn’t have a proper childhood with loving parents and all. I also wanted an extra shot of expresso inside, so maybe I lack sleep or I want my life to be bolder and more adventurous. I think that’s it” You smile at him.

After a brief silence, Hoseok speaks. “I’m sorry that your childhood wasn’t that great.” Hoseok puts his hand on top of yours. It might be a bit inappropriate for a first date with someone you barely know but, for some reason, everything feels right with him. "Chan mentioned it briefly when I had him on the phone the other day after he asked me to be your date for the family event. Life wasn’t hard for me either when I was a child, you know”

You grab his hand

“It’s okay, Hoseok. I’m doing fine now. I have my own place and everything far from my parents but I just have to come to their parties now and then.” You sigh “I still don’t know how Chan managed to convince you though. He can barely convince his mother to make him some dumplings” You laugh.

“I owed him a great deal. He let me crash at his place for almost a year after I broke up with my girlfriend when I was in uni. I was living in her apartment and the dorms were full. Since my parents were too far from the campus and I couldn’t find any apartments or frat to live in, Chan welcomed me in. If not for his help, I wouldn’t be where I am now” 

Your eyes grow big. Chan never mentioned it, which is quite surprising because he told you his entire life up to his first memory. 

“He never told me” Hoseok shrugs “Well, let’s not beat around the bush anymore! My family is organizing a big gala in three days. It’s an unspoken rule to come accompanied because the dinner turns into a ball when midnight hits. That’s cliché, right? Since my family is the host and my mother is a pain in the ass, I need a partner and you might be able to help me”  You raise a brow .

“If you’re willing to do this with me I promise to make it worth your while. There are a lot of influential people coming so I’m sure that you will be able to find some to do business with. It’s a win-win situation! I have a partner to dance with so my family won’t be on my back for at least a few months and you will leave the party with contacts for work. So, what do you say?”  You look at him with what you hope to be the best hopeful look you have, and his quick answer surprises you.

“I'm in!” 

Another Miracle ♪

He winks at you and you feel your heart giving up on you. “YES! I mean- great! I guess we just have to make up the story of how we met before I introduce you to my family, then”  

You try to remain calm because you don’t want to scare Hoseok off, but you’re screaming with joy interiorly. Or crying in panic. Who knows.

After about an hour of talking with Hoseok, you go back to your place with a very big smile on your face, very happy that you finally have someone to go with at the gala (and who might make the night a little bit more fun).

You and Hoseok message each other all night, exchanging information about your life and family. He tells you he is the owner of an emerging finance firm in the country, and that he has a house on the outskirts of Seoul where he lives when he isn’t working overseas. Hoseok has an older sister who got married last summer and a grey cat who’s probably in his house waiting for him to return. 

12 pm | Hoseok: He’s probably chasing mice and eating bugs, though so don’t worry about him starving or anything Y/n

His message makes you laugh.

Hoseok turns out to be a very funny guy who has a strong personality and thrives for the success he says he is slowly getting. You notice he never really talks about work and tries to be as vague as possible if he does and you’re very thankful for that because it’s a sensitive subject for you. Especially because your parents have put so much pressure on you to be the best in everything while never giving you any credit for your work when you were still living with them that you avoid talking about any work-related thing you do by fear of being a failure to the eyes of others. Plus, it adds to the mystery around him, making him a whole lot more attractive.

You’re very happy to see that you and Hoseok have a lot in common and you don’t know whether it’s because of the time or the fact that you can still smell his perfume but you react way too intensely to each of his messages and the blush of your face when he says that you look cuter than he thought makes you wonder how long can it take you to catch feelings for someone.

No, it can’t be. You are not catching feelings for your ‘one-night stand’. You tell yourself that you’re too romantic and that the foreign feeling in your stomach is just the excitement linked with the current situation, right?

Hoseok arrived to pick you up at your apartment a little less than an hour ago. But he only found you in a mess of sparkly blue tulle and high heels, a glass of champagne in your hand and tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“I can’t do this, Hoseok. I’m sorry”

For someone introverted, you sure were telling a lot of personal things to this somewhat stranger-turned-friend. You tell him about how your mother called again, already blaming you for the bottle of wine your brother broke and every other little dumb thing that went wrong. You rant about how much she hates everything you do despite trying your best to satisfy her expectations. 

The whole time, Hoseok just listens, an arm around your shoulder and a hand wiping your tears. It should be weird for you to let a stranger become this close to you this quickly and anyone would tell you to be careful because he is still someone you barely know but everything feels right with Hoseok and you feel like you can trust him completely. You may be wrong but, for now, you just want to enjoy what is happening. 

When you manage to calm down, Hoseok tells you some fun facts about himself to cheer you up and then asks if you’re ready to go. You look at your reflection in the bottle of champagne. You’re definitely not ready. Nothing the magic of makeup can’t fix again, thank the lords. 

Once you’re sure to be ready, you pour Hoseok a glass of champagne. He is a bit reluctant at first because he will be driving but you insist.

“You’re gonna need it, trust me,” you grab your glass, fill it again and clink it against Hoseok’s.

“Cheers,” you say at the same time before drinking the content of your glasses. Champagne is going to be your way to cope tonight and you know there will be lots of it at the gala. It also helps calm your nerves, if you don’t abuse it. 

“Okay, we should get going.” You stand up and grab your jacket and your keys. 

Hoseok holds the door open for you and offers to carry your bag, which surprises you. “We’re supposed to play boyfriend and girlfriend from now on, right? So come on, Angel, let me help you.” His smile is so bright and heartwarming that it’s painful to see. 

The champagne must be acting up, right?

Or maybe it’s just the nerves and apprehension.

Right?

And Lord knows that you are nervous. And it shows.  “So, how did we meet?” You ask Hoseok as you rearrange his scarf for the nth time in the last ten minutes. 

Hoseok chuckles, his eyes leaving the road for a second to look at you. “Y/n, you’ve asked me the same questions over and over since we climbed into the car. You don’t have to be this nervous, it’s okay. Breathe”  

You try to breathe your nerves out “Turn right at the next stop” You guide him to the manor.

“The nerves are killing me, Hoseok. What if my family sense that we barely know each other?? It would be worse than if I came alone. Oh god, I should’ve drank more champagne” You carefully rearrange a rebel strand of hair in your bun. 

“No more champagne for you, Y/n. Unless you want to throw up at your parents’ feet, which I don’t think they would appreciate.” His comment makes you both smile. 

You turn your head and look at him; it feels like time slows. Your smile slowly fades as you detail his delicate features. If you weren't already tipsy from the champagne, you would’ve certainly blushed when he catches you staring. But you don’t mind, and it seems like he doesn't either. Has he always looked this glowing? A swarm of butterflies is set free in your stomach and, when your eyes fall down his lips, you can’t help wondering how soft they would feel against yours.

I’m too tipsy for this 

You shake your head and look at the road again. You need to focus. You are not falling for your old crush again. 

Yet somehow you are. 

You are because when your eyes meet his, your heart skips a beat and you can feel chills travel through your back. 

You are because the way he grips your hip and holds your hand as you two waltz through the dancing room makes you feel precious. And dizzy.

You know you are and you can’t help it. All it took was 3 days. 

This night is going too smoothly to be true: your parents were charmed by Hoseok, he gets along well with your father and can hold a good conversation with pretty much any guest. The dinner felt like it lasted an eternity but you are thankful that Hoseok was there to liven it up. He made you laugh so much you thought you would choke on your food at some point. 

Everything he does is so infuriatingly adorable, it only makes you like him more. You can’t help a fond smile from appearing on your face when you look at him. 

"I’m such a cliché,” You thought as you ate the last of your dessert. 

But you don’t mind the cliché situation you are in right now, waltzing in a princess-like gown with your *previously old* crush whom you met again after 5 years of not seeing him, who is holding you a bit too tight for it to be innocent. 

You don’t know if it was because of the wine the alcohol in your veins, the excitement, or some kind of mutual attraction, but somehow between the moment you admitted to having a crush on Hoseok and when he said you were beautiful, you and Hoseok found yourselves hidden in the gardens, his lips on yours. Your grip on his neck tightens when his kiss deepens.

Well, that was not expected 

But definitely a welcomed miracle 

#bss2022 #bangtansecretsanta #btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #52hertz #bts #hoseok fics #jung hoseok #hoseok ff #jhope imagine #s2l #bts fanfic #bts imagine #hoseok x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #jung hoseok imagines #kpop scenarios #jhope fics #hoseok fic recs #hoseok imagine

[ze-maki-nin]

[@icarusthefoolish]

Luis [Loo-is]

4 years-old

Lea [Le - like pronouncing the ‘le’ in ‘Leaisure’ - a - like saying ‘uh’-]

8-9 months old

#2 Birthday

Setting the last candle on the cake, Ryker nodded proudly as he looked at the ‘Ugly Duckling’ themed cake, Luiss’ favorite short film. It was July 13th, his son's 5 birthday and he had stated he wanted an ‘Ugly Duckling’ birthday party, so that is what Ryker had done for the past 6 hours, decorate the house, make the cake by hand, and wrap the presents to match the theme. Gently picking up the cake, the male set it on a silver platter and carefully covered it with the round lid, hiding it from view.

“He's gonna love it!” Ryker cheered, clapping his hands together making the leftover flour fly into his face, causing a coughing fit to start. “Goddamit” Cursing as he waved his hand back and forth in front of his face, trying to get the flying flour to disappear, Ryker began making his way towards the bedroom, planning on taking a shower and getting changed before his wife and two kids got home.

---

Pulling into the driveway, Emery laughed as their son rambled on and on about how fun he had at the park.

“And I caught that Lady Bug too! It was such a pretty color!” Luis said, remembering the beautiful red the ladybug's back was, and the perfect round dots on it. “It was soooooo pretty!” Unbuckling his straps with little problem, the child eagerly opened the car door and got out, careful to watch his step as he was still small.

Humming in agreement, Emery took Leas’ baby seat out with her giggling and playing with the dangly toy that was attached to the carry handle. “Why don't we go inside and tell your father all about this!” They suggested a smile on their face as the small boy grabbed their hand excitedly and began to try and pull them, saying to walk faster.

As they made their way to the front door, Louis began to get impatient and let go of his mother's hand and ran towards the door instead, too excited to tell his father all about his time at the park. As he opened the door with some struggle, Luis burst into the house with a bright smile on his face.

“Happy birthday!” Ryker cheered, picking up his son from behind making him let out a loud shriek before laughing and clinging to his father. “How old are you now? 2?” Walking into the house further, Ryker laughed as Luis yelled ‘No! I'm 5 now!’ Emery soon joined in after closing the door behind them.

Setting the birthday boy down, Ryker watched as he [Luis] excitedly ran around the decorated living room, shouting about how cool it was or whether it was better than he imagined.

“Good job, My Prince” Emery praised, standing next to their husband with a loving smile on their face with baby Lea in their arms. “I'm very proud of you” Blushing at the praise Ryker wrapped his arm around Emerys' waist and pulled them in for a side hug, kissing the top of their head in thanks.

The couple watched as their son continued to look at the decorations in awe, a sparkle in his eye and a bright smile on his face. “Would you like to open presents now or after cake?” Ryker asked, leading his wife towards the couch as Luis thought hard about what he wanted to do first.

“Presents!” Luis cheered, throwing his hands up in the air and running towards the small pile of presents on the floor, making his parents laugh at his actions. “And then cake!” Smiling as Luis ripped open his presents, Ryker sat down next to his wife, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and holding them close, his other hand being messed with by Lea.

Smiling at the sight of their son opening his presents excitedly, Emery leaned into their husbands' side, happy that their life had turned out like this.

-Extra-

“What a mess” Emery said, sighing at the cake-covered kitchen and their two boys kneeling on the ground in front of them, a sheepish smile on both of their faces.

“Luis started it!” Ryker accused, pointing to the small boy next to him who gasped and placed a hand on his heart, acting hurt.

“I did not!” The 5-year-old yelled, standing up quickly, making him slip on the cake that was on the floor and fall forward into his father's lap, making the adult laugh at him. “Stop it!” Smiling at how similar the two were, Emery shook their head while letting out a giggle, Lea messing with the cake that was in her small hands, eyes wide in awe at the taste of it as she lay in her mothers' arms.

What a chaotic family.

[weirdesplinder]

Il mio primo podcast sui k-drama, thai drama, c-drama e j- drama

Ok, ho deciso di fare un piccolo esperimento e vedere come va, ho registrato un file audio (mentre ero in auto perciò sentirete diversi rumori di sottofondo) dove vi racconto in modo molto informale e con SPOILERS le trame di alcuni drama che ho visto e che mi hanno colpito.

Se questo esperimento vi piacerà fatemelo sapere commentando qui sul blog o sui miei profili social e magari cercherò di migliorare qualità audio o addirittura caricherò il file audio su spotify....non lo so.

Al momento comunque potete ascoltare l’audio sul mio canale youtube:https://youtu.be/BFzCxwHb-h0

o scaricare il file mp3 direttamente da questo link: Link per scaricare mp3 del video: https://www.dropbox.com/s/sacnwz6lsv56ylr/Brutto%20anatroccolo%20e%20la%20bella%20e%20la%20bestia.mp3?dl=0

In questo primo Podcast vi racconto in breve le trame di 4 drama e 2 film a tema Brutto anatroccolo e La bella e la bestia.

Al minuto  1:00 vi parlo di Ugly duckling: Perfect match (thai drama)

Al minuto 2:23 vi racconto She was pretty (kdrama)

Al minuto 6:18  vi parlo di True beauty (kdrama)

Al minuto 8:55 vi descrivo Horimiya (jdrama)

Al minuto 14:58 vi parlo di My little monster (film giapponese)

Al minuto 16:50 vi racconto di Honey (film giapponese)

Guarda She was pretty su Rakuten Viki: https://www.viki.com/tv/28448c-she-was-pretty

Guarda True beauty su Rakuten Viki:https://www.viki.com/tv/37374c-true-beauty

True beauty è tratto dal webtoon "Yeoshingangrim" by Yaongyi

Horimiya è tratto da un manga dallo stesso titolo

Honey è tratto dal manga "Honey" di Meguro Amu

My little monster è tratto dal manga "My Little Monster"di Robico

Link per scaricare mp3 del video: https://www.dropbox.com/s/sacnwz6lsv56ylr/Brutto%20anatroccolo%20e%20la%20bella%20e%20la%20bestia.mp3?dl=0

#podcast #kdrama #thai drama #thaidrama #jdrama #serietv #telefil #film

[dramalover21]

Introduction & Scheduling

Introduction & Scheduling

Hi everyone, and welcome to Talking About Dramas! Here we will have a multitude of drama posts from Chinese Dramas to Thai Dramas to BL dramas, and it will be a lot of fun! Now, I am in the process of transferring dramas from my other blog Thoughts Galore & More. I will have a daily schedule of dramas that will be posted, and it will be one a day and two on Saturday. For me, the week starts on…

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#1000 Stars #2gether #A Tale of Thousand Stars #An Oriental Odyssey #BL dramas #Chinese Dramas #My Gear And Your Gown #Skate Into Love #SOTUS #Symphony’s Romance #Thai BL #Thai Dramas #Ugly Duckling series #Ugly Duckling: Perfect Match

[binging-asian-dramas]

- come on look at me -

#ugly duckling the series #ugly duckling perfect match #Push Puttichai Kasetsin #thailand drama #tdrama #netflix

[shy-nee-universe]

Junior & Seua | Still Falling For You (Ugly Duckling : Perfect Match)

Nice editing. I loved this story and this couple.

#The Ugly Duckling #Perfect Match #Still Falling For You #Ellie Goulding #Ugly Duckling : Perfect Match #Junior & Seua #Mook Worranit #Worranit Thawornwongs #วรนิษฐ์ ถาวรวงศ์ #มุก #มุก วรนิษฐ์ #Put Puttichai #พุฒิชัย เกษตรสิน #พุฒ #Push #Push Puttichai Kasetsin #Puttichai Kasetsin #thai drama #lakorn #fmv

[sundayskin]

#this is pretty much the point that my skin is at lmao #*sob* #acne #acne prone #skincare #skin care #skin #relatable #the ugly duckling #the ugly duckling perfect match #ซีรีส์รักนะเป็ดโง่

[asiandramafangirl]

Haha!

#ugly duckling perfect match #asian drama #thai drama

[kdramashowsaddictfan]

My current fav Asian dramas Thai- ugly duckling: perfect match Chinese- a love so beautiful Pilipino- on the wings of love Korean- reply 1997 Japanese- good morning call Credits: jackxy and pseudoperfect

#ugly duckling perfect match #a love so beautiful #on the wings of love #reply 1997 #good morning call

[allystyles1]

May I ask for a Loki x reader: Im going for a "the ugly duckling" or "Cinderella" view in this, Tony makes a bet to some of the guys to find a date for the evening gala that was on within a few hours- without leaving the Tower! Loki happens to bump into reader- she was the caretaker, the person nobody saw, heard or noticed. But Loki was pleased-at least he wasnt gonna loose the bet! Standing in the grand room awaiting his "date", he felt a timid tap on his arm and turns to see a shy beauty...

YES i love this! Also, this is officially my first request on tumblr so i'm very happy😁

i hope it turned out as you wanted it to, happy reading! i didn't mean this to be this long but here we are, there are probably many mistakes, feel free to correct me!

mini note: i think loki can create things, if he can't and i'm wrong, please pretend he can :)

date-Loki Laufeyson x reader

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

"Okay so i have Pepper, Clint already has Laura. Does any one of you have a date?" Tony asked the boys. They were all sitting in the living room.

"Do we really need to have one?" Bucky asked, he was still shy to do the dating kind of stuff. He had a small crush on a girl but there was no way he would ask her.

"It would look nice but anyway, it's not like you could find one in a few hours."

"Is that a challenge Stark?" Loki smirked.

"Find one and i'll do anything you want for a day. If you can't, you'll do too." Tony suggested.

"Anything?"

"Yup, anything." Tony thought he wouldn't accept it. He was wrong.

"Okay, deal." Loki got up.

"Oh by the way, you have to find someone from the tower." Tony smirked this time.

"You didn't say that before i agreed to do this." Loki was nervous now, he knew Natasha or Wanda would never do something like that.

"You were so confident, what happened?" Tony teased.

"I am, see you later." Loki lied easily and left the room. He went to find the girls to ask if there was a small chance they would agree to this. He was trying to think how to ask them and he didn't look at where he was going so he bumped into someone. She seemed like a caretaker, her clothes were a little dirty and hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. He had never seen her before, she was pretty even at that moment. He thought maybe he would be able to make her agree to come with him so he decided to ask her.

"I'm sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going." he apologised, the girl softly blushed and smiled.

"It's okay i wasn't careful, it's my fault. Sorry." she lifted the book that fell down when they bumped from the ground and fixed her clothes.

"Oh no, please don't say that Lady ..."

"y/n, you don't have to say lady." she smiled.

"Okay, y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki." he held out his hand and she shook it kindly.

"I'll go back to work, have a nice day." she smiled and turned around to leave but Loki stopped her.

"Could i ask you a favour?"

"Of course, what is it?" she was so kind and shy.

"Here's the thing, Tony and i made a bet that i would find a date for the gala tonight, someone from the tower. And since Natasha or Wanda would never agree, would you like to join me? I promised i would do anything for him for a day if i couldn't find a date and i really don't want to lose." She seemed surprised, of course she wasn't waiting something like that. She expected him to say clean the kitchen or something like that.

"Um, are you sure you would want me to come with you? I could tell to the other girls, i'm sure many of them would love to accompany you."

"And why would you do that?"

"Well first of all i don't have anything that nice to wear at a gala. And i'm not really the type to be comfortable around all the cameras and press." she gave him a weak smile.

"Well if the dress is your problem we could fix that easily. And for the press, i wouldn't leave a pretty lady like you alone, don't worry. If you don't want to come it's okay, just say it." She blushed at his compliment and nodded.

"Okay, i can manage for a few hours i suppose. How are we fixing the dress problem though?"

"Could you take me to your room?" Loki asked.

"Uh, yeah sure. This way." she leaded the way and they walked to her room together. She opened the door with her keycard when they came to her room.

"Please don't mind the mess, i couldn't find many time this week."

"It's nothing, i'm sure it's better than mine." he smiled and got in the room.

"Okay so, what would you like to wear?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your dress. How do you want it?"

"Anything that pleases you works." she smiled. Loki couldn't believe how kind she was. She first accepted his offer and now wanted him to choose her dress.

"Okay, i suppose you'd like this," he made a move with his hands and a dress appeared on her bed. It was dark green with golden stripes on the sides, not too long but not too short either.

"Wow, i uh, i love it. Thank you." she smiled. Loki really liked this girl, she was perfect.

"It's nothing, please keep it afterwards. I'll let you get dressed. Meet me in the grand room when you're finished?"

"Sure, okay. Thanks again." he smiled and left her room, memorizing the door number. He went back upstairs to his room to get dressed but ran into Tony on the way.

"Hey, you found your date yet?" Tony smirked, thinking he didn't.

"I did actually." Loki smiled and kept walking, leaving Tony surprised. He wore a fancy all-black suit with a dark green tie, matching her dress. He fixed his hair and went to the grand room to wait for her.

"What happened to your date?" Tony asked Loki. He really didn't think he found someone.

"I think she'll be here any minute." Loki answered and checked his watch. He thought maybe he would go check on her but his thoughts were cut off when he felt a timid tap on his arm. He turned around and saw y/n in the dress, her hair perfectly styled and with a little bit of makeup. She didn't even need it, he thought. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"Hi." she blushed.

"Hey."

"You look nice." she smiled. Loki held her hand making her gasp for a second.

"You look.." he paused for a second, thinking what to say. "like an absolute goddess." Her smile grew even wider making Loki chuckle.

"Thank you, for the compliment and the dress. It's really comfortable and beautiful. I, uh, never really wore something like this before so it's a nice first."

"It's not the dress why it looks this good, it's you." Loki complimented her again. She felt like she was going to die from happiness and shyness.

"Okay there's no way you found her in this tower. Tell me miss, did he enchant you to come with him in the market or something?" Tony asked.

"No, Mr. Stark, i work here." she smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah, i'm y/n, Ms. Potts had hired me a few years back."

"We had you in this tower for years and this is the first time i'm seeing you? Wow." Tony smiled with a surprised face.

"Well it's nice to meet you, i hope we'll see you around more from now on." Tony shook her hand and turned around to leave them alone with Loki again.

"Stark?" Loki stopped him.

"Yes?"

"I won."

"Yeah i realised that, i was leaving not to embarrass myself more." he smiled kept walking making her and Loki chuckle.

"Are you ready?"

"Definitely."

"I'm glad i bumped into you, you are amazing." Loki smiled and held her hand tighter as they walked to the car to go to the gala.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki fluff #loki smut #loki (marvel) #tom hiddelston loki #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston loki #tom hiddleston x you #loki imagine

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

- - - 

part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

#bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou #bnha #mha #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #izuku midoriya #deku #my hero academia #uraraka #angst #fluff #ask #request #anime #bakugou x reader #uraraka ochacho #boku no hero academia #boku no hero bakugou #kacchan #todoroki #kirishima #mha eijirou #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari

[ariendiel]

Maybe sometime next year, I’d like to do a series involving fairytales and characters from season 2. I was thinking of Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Rapunzel, Snow White, etc. What storyline do you think fits each character? I’m having trouble trying to place each character in each story. Boys and Girls if you could :) I’m asking others as well just to gather information 💛

I love love love this ask, Diamond, thank you 🥺 I'm a big fan of fairytales (an extension of my love of fantasy I'm sure), and this ask reminded my of one of my favourite comic book series Fables. It's a great one, so if you like comic books I recommend checking it out! Now, which fairytale/character/story do I think suit the LITG characters...

Here's what I came up with, and please click the links if you want to read more about the fairytales mentioned!

LITG Characters as Fairytales

Bobby - Aladdin

Yeah, this one isn't an original take at all, but it just suits him so well, you know? Instead of the Disney film, think the fairytale though. Less "innocent", and with plenty of variations, there's a reason it's a classic.

Carl - Ugly Duckling

I'm sorry, but Carl seems like he was a later bloomer, and he's so shy and lovely, and I can see him having been super insecure growing up. Then to find out he's desirable must've been a turning point for him.

Chelsea - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Alice's whimsy just rather suits her, I think. It's sweet, nonsensical, with more hidden allusions and depths.

Elisa - The Princess and the Pea

Beautiful and definitely very real princess who knows exactly what she wants, and what she wants is nothing but the best? Sounds like Elisa to me, and I love that for her.

Gary - Beauty and the Beast

Something about Gary, with his body issues and more misunderstood side makes him fit this story I think. Like, he can come of as a classic lad, but it's more to him than meets the eye, just like Beast.

Hannah - Snow White

Pretty, innocent, and loves cottage core, so Snow White fits her well. Not the smartest of them all, and dreams of marrying some nondescript prince because that's what's expected of her. However, see Lottie below.

Henrik - The Boy Who Had an Eating Match with a Troll

A classic Norwegian fairytale. The main guy in these tales (Askeladden or Ashlad) in general just really suits Henrik to me, and I'm sure @deuchess will agree.

Hope - Cinderella

No mother figure, a loving dad that means well and loves her dearly. Hard working and someone who never gives up, I think Cinderella (I mostly know it as told by the Brothers Grimm) would match our dear Hope well. She also very much deserves her happily ever after.

Ibrahim - Sinbad the Sailor

There is something about this tale being adventurous and fantastical that fits him well I think. Rahim wants to be a superhero after all, and do find him a bit restless even while he's reserved, so I think this would be a perfect fairytale match for him

Jakub - Labours of Heracles

Ancient heroes in general suit Jakub quite well, but I'll go with Heracles and his labours for him. He's strong, weak to pretty women, and can be clever to get what he wants.

Lottie - Snow White

Yes, I know what you might be thinking and that I already mentioned it for Hannah, but I see her as The Queen, rather than Snow White herself. The Queen is also just a much more interesting character, and I'm pretty sure Lottie would love to be her – also we all know Lottie/Hannah had an interesting dynamic going on in the Villa.

Lucas - Bearskin

Handsome ex-soldier who finds himself lost after the war and makes a pact with the Devil. I love this one, and it's similar to Beauty and the Beast in a way, which I think fits Lucas as he'd always want someone to love him for more than his looks.

Marisol - Bluebeard

She's beautiful and clever, and I can see her being the one to survive Bluebeard and just take over his castle and fortune to live her best life. Of course, I don't think she would need much help to defeat her husband, but you know...

Noah - Cupid and Psyche

There are many fairytales similar to this one, and I almost went with East of the Sun and West of the Moon, but this is the "original" one. With Noah as Cupid of course, I think a story of obstacles in the way of immortal love would suit him.

Priya - The Frog Prince

A slightly spoiled princess who slowly befriends a frog (you can imagine the sass between Priya and that frog lol), and then have that frog turn into a handsome prince? Yeah, I think it works.

Rocco - Pied Piper of Hamelin

Random "street musician" shows up to lead rats away from town, ends up getting very annoyed when they just won't pay him. That and stories about Pan from Greek mythology says Rocco to me. I was also thinking Peer Gynt, but it's not exactly a fairytale.

Please feel free to send more suggestions, as I'm of course very limited in fairytale knowledge (being nothern european and all...)

#litg bobby #litg carl #litg chelsea #litg elisa #litg gary #litg hannah #litg henrik #litg hope #litg ibrahim #litg jakub #litg lottie #litg lucas #litg marisol #litg noah #litg priya #litg rocco #litg everyone #litg s2 #love island the game #ask

[thepapers]

Due to the abyss of cute Korean dramas that I like, I have found myself on the Thai drama express and I dont know if I’m coming from this. Will someone on the Thai world field educate me or join me in this fangirling? Mike D’ Angelo?  Puttichai Kasetsin? I’m getting so into this right now that I’m off to google “How to learn Thai characters”. THERE’S NO GOING BACK MY FRIENDS. Where is you Thai people at? I love you guys’ work yo. (Also I’d like to say I wasn’t a total noob at this Thai life, I was all about Golf& Mike back in the hey day. BOUNCE BOUNCE WITH ME)

#thailand #thai people ilysm #korean weaboo? nah thailand weaboo #mike d'angelo #dj push #push puttichai #full house thai #princess hours thai #ugly duckling: the perfect match #suptar #mike is so perf

[binging-asian-dramas]

This series Perfect Match Is just way too adorable for me.

#ugly duckling the series #ugly duckling perfect match #Push Puttichai Kasetsin #thailand drama #tdrama #netflix

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Bells

Phillip Carlyle x Reader

Words: 1483

Summary: The new Mrs. Carlyle learns to navigate her odd place in society and finds unwavering support in her husband and in her friends. 

Notes: Complete and utter fluff. This was technically supposed to be a Christmas imagine, but we all know how bad I can be with keeping deadlines, so it’s now a winter one. Oops. Anyway, Phillip is one of my favorites and I hope you guys enjoy reading Zac Efron imagines as much as I love writing them! This imagine was also kind of inspired by Ross and Demelza’s relationship in Poldark. Be sure to let me know what you think!

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The night, while cold, was lively and inviting. Snow drifted softly to the earth, lightly dusting your shawl and your skirt as you waited outside the theater house. The street lamps’ golden hallows made your beaming face glow, your smile surely shining brightly for miles. Tonight was perfect. 

“Can I give you a lift, miss?” A carriage driver smiled down at you. 

“Thank you, but no. I’m sure my-”

“Free of charge.” He enticed further, his stare beginning to make you uncomfortable. “I’m full of holiday spirit this evening, especially for a pretty thing like you.” 

“Thank you, sir, but again, I have to decline.” You weren’t used to this kind of attention and you weren’t sure how to politely escape. It was almost funny. This man probably saw you a hundred times on the street before but never bat an eye. You were different then. 

The man continued to badger you until another voice interjected. 

“I appreciate your concern, sir,” Phillip appeared beside you, laying a hand on the small of your back, “but I have already secured a carriage for my wife and myself.” The man stammered an apology before taking his horses elsewhere. You laughed lightly. 

“I was starting to think you’d abandoned me.” You teased. Phillip placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. 

“I was caught by the Whiltons before I could escape. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” 

“Long enough to be noticed, apparently.” You laughed in disbelief. “I can’t remember ever being noticed before.” It wasn’t entirely true, of course, for it wasn’t long ago that a certain leader of the circus had noticed you. Phillip chuckled. 

“If you don’t want to be noticed, my dear, you are going to have to stop looking so lovely.” Phillip’s blue eyes sparkled as he brushed his nose against yours, bringing your lips to his in a kiss. 

A sudden rush of cold air made you shiver and Phillip quickly helped you into the carriage. Your smile outshined all of the lights in the square, your eyes wild and bright with excitement as you watched the city go by. Before, the holidays were harsh and forgiving. A reminder of your place in the world- starving and cold and unloved. Now, in the arms of the person who had shown you love like you had never known, the world was merrier. Even the snow that you once dreaded sparkled as it flitted down through the air. 

“What are you thinking about?” Phillip asked, smiling admiringly at your wondrous expression. You smirked. 

“How I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.” 

“Get used to what?” 

“Being your wife.” You tore your stare away from the snowy sky to look into his eyes. “Just hearing you say it…it’s so silly, but I feel like sometimes I have to be reminded or else I don’t believe it.” 

“Would you like me to remind you more often?” He bit his lip and his eyes held a look you had only recently begun to recognize. 

“Phillip.” You gasped, having to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. He kissed your cheek. 

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” He exited the carriage first, taking your hand as you stepped down onto the pavement. 

“It was lovely.” You beamed. Your husband had taken you to the ballet as a belated Christmas present. It was unlike anything you’d seen before, not that you had much experience with finer arts. You used to press your ear against the outer walls just to hear the music. Now you had box seats. Sometimes the changes made your head spin. “They’re all so graceful and elegant and… beautiful.” 

With a light sigh, your eyes looked up at the sky again. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear bells. Not heavy church bells swinging back and forth in some chapel. These were light and soft. Phillip’s hand on your cheek brought you out of your trance. 

“Do you know what I think is beautiful?” You gave him a small smile. 

“I don’t need cheering up, Phillip. I had a wonderful time.” 

“I think the way you look at the world like it's a gift is beautiful. Even after the life you grew up in, you still can see things spectacularly.” Before you could say anything else, Phillip pulled you into a kiss. Again, you could hear bells, only this time they were closer. You imagined them as stars having fallen to earth, bouncing lightly down the street towards you. 

“Phillip,” You started once the kiss had ended. He smiled affectionately. 

“Yes, dear?” 

“I believe it’s time we turn in for the night. Don’t you agree?” Your smirk matched his previous expression. Phillip scooped you up in his arms, causing both of you to laugh, and carried you inside.

-

It took every ounce of self control you had not to escape to the kitchens to hide. At least amongst the cooks and waiters you would feel more like you belonged. Here, you felt like, for lack of a better phrase, a circus attraction. 

Phillip had been whisked away by P.T. to help impress some visiting family of prominence, leaving you to face the wolves. 

“Mrs. Carlyle, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Miss Martha Whilton approached you with a less than gracious smile on her face. You put on the most polite smile you could while also desperately searching the crowded room for your husband. 

“Miss Whilton, how wonderful to see you.” 

“I had the pleasure of running into Mr. Carlyle the other night at the ballet.” Her tone seemed genuine enough that you let down your guard. 

“Yes, he took me as a late Christmas gift.” You beamed, fondly remembering that night. Her expression soured. 

“I’ve found that the ballet is nothing like it used to be.” She looked at you pointedly. “Too many ugly ducklings and not enough swans.” With that sneer, she sashayed past you to join her other snobbish friends. You wanted to shrink into the floor. 

“You shouldn’t pay any attention to them.” From the crowd emerged P.T.’s wife with a kind and knowing face. “Martha is still furious that you snatched Phillip away from her.” 

“It’s not as if I expected it to happen.” You laughed nervously. Your marriage to Phillip was just as much of a surprise to you as it was to society. “How do you do it Mrs. Barnum? Survive all of the small talk and backhanded comments?” 

“Years and years of practice. And please, call me Charity.” She hooked her arm through yours and the two of you walked about the room together, careful to avoid any more contact with Miss Whilton or her fellow vipers. Eventually, you found your husbands, P.T. with his bright showman smile. Even after he stepped aside as the center of the circus, he still knew how to perform. Phillip had a drink in his hand and his smile was far more strained. 

When he saw you, however, his demeanor immediately brightened. 

“There you are, darling.” He sounded practically relieved. You leaned in close so only he would hear.

“If you needed saving, all you had to do was ask.” You whispered, causing him to chuckle. He kissed your cheek. 

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” 

“Must there be a next time?” You whined a little louder than you meant to. Luckily, P.T. and Charity just laughed. 

“I guess I’ve kept you both here long enough.” P.T. took Phillip’s drink and downed the rest himself. “You two go have a nice evening.” 

“Are you sure?” Phillip asked, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. P.T. nodded and Phillip gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you.” P.T. just laughed and Phillip laced his fingers with yours and hurriedly walked towards the exit. 

As soon as you were out of the view of prying eyes, he placed his hands on either side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. There, hiding in the shadow of the doorway, you felt like you were back at the beginning of your relationship, stealing moments after shows behind the stands. 

“Mr. Carlyle, someone is going to see us.” You giggled, stepping towards the stairs, but he pulled you back into the darkness. 

“And if they do?” He smirked. “They all think I’m a terrible scandal anyway.” 

“What did you expect to happen when you ran off and joined the circus?” 

“I hadn’t expected to fall in love and yet here we are.” His charming smile grew and you gave him a quick kiss before retreating down the stairs, laughing as he chased you. 

He didn’t catch you until you were outside, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him. You continued merrily down the street, hand in hand and listening to the distant ringing of bells.

#phillip carlyle #THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW #the greatest showman #zac efron imagines #fluff