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cripplingaddictions · 4 years

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Is it possible for you to write a oneshot or headcannons, whichever you feel more comfortable doing, for domestic shinso? Like how the relationship is during their time in UA and after? I hope this makes sense!💗💗💗

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I wrote this as headcanons with a mini scenario at the end of it, I hope that’s alright! I’m a Shinso simp so this went a little out of proportion 💀

Genre: Fluff, Domestic

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 2k

Before UA Dorms:

- While you were in UA, Shinso tried his hardest to spent time with you

- Both of you were so busy, especially with you in the hero course and Shinso training privately with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course too (preferably your class)

- Before the dorms were instigated, he’d sleep at your place, crashing after training with your teacher

- You would have most likely returned from training too, both of you crashing on your living room couch after a refreshing shower

- Shinso is a gift-giver, he’d show up to your how every time with something small to show his appreciation for you

- The most occurring gift is little air fresheners shaped like a cat you hang above your desk – each one has a different scent from the last

- The time would be spent watching movies, making fruit smoothies, and looking at cat videos

- Occasionally (a whole lot, actually) he’d “lose track of time” and have to stay all night, not that your parents minded at all – they loved him

- There was something about his maturity, wit, sleepiness, and determination that made him so charming

- The nights he would stay he’d let your head rest of his chest or on his shoulder, depending on how big your bed is

- You knew he didn’t sleep much, feeling guilty that you were sprawled all over him

- He always insisted he loved your warmth, it not only soothing him to get a few winks or that it reassured him that you were there

- Bike rides were a must almost every morning he was at your place

- He’d lead you through his favourite parks to cycle around then stop for an iced coffee before heading back home

- The two of you soon noticed just how much time he spent at yours, and so little you went to his house, so you began to shake it up a bit

In the Dorms:

- The two of you certainly used the dorms as an excuse to spend even more time together

- It was so easy to crash in each other’s room, either after training or if you were bored on a weekend

- His dorm was the regular, maybe it was the gradually growing collection of stray kittens hiding under his bed that made you so eager to join him

- You certainly didn’t mind the walk from Hero’s Alliance to his building

- Routine changed once again when he transferred into the hero course and moved into your dorm

- Instead of hiding away in one of your dorms, you felt more comfortable lingering into the common room

- The common room was your domain at night, either you were binging a series together, baking a midnight snack, letting his kittens roam free for a while, or a combination of them all

- Aizawa constantly got the two of you in trouble for being too noisy or finding you both crashed on the couch in a pile of pillows with a kitten or two sleeping on top

- Shinso always managed to create an excuse, or take the punishment for the two of you

- You were completely aware of Shinso’s relationship with your teacher and were kind of thankful for it

- As Shinso slowly began to make friends from your class, they began to hang out with you

- He couldn’t handle all the noise e for that amount of time in the common room

- That’s the time when you began to hide out in your dorm again, sprawled on the floor, bed or couch to relax and sleep

- You’d study or read while Shinso would fall asleep on your lap – he loves how soft you are, no matter your body type

As Pros:

- The day be popped the question that you should move into an apartment together was when you were both very settled in your hero careers

- He had grown in so many ways, not only as a hero, but as a person and he definitely got more handsome

- Your apartment was humble, and you two finally owned as cat

- You gifted it to him for his birthday the year you moved in

- Shinso continued to take after his teacher, becoming an underground hero

- This meant that he was constantly out at night, receiving even less sleep than he used to

- Although, you supported him, his wellbeing will continue to be the most important thing in your relationship

Sizzling of the pan over the stove crackled up as you flipped the pork in the oil. Your spatula dug up the frying pieces, gathering the frying oil that splattered when you flipped the crumbed pork. The oil splashed up towards you, landing on the apron that wrapped around your waist. The rest of the meal had been prepared, awaiting the pork to sit on top.

You patiently waiting for Hitoshi to arrive home in the early hours of the morning. Sure, you could have gone to sleep and had breakfast with him in the morning. However, something was keeping you awake, the urge to give Hitoshi a proper meal urged you to cook at 3am.

Hours ago, you had your own meal after arriving home from patrol as Hitoshi headed towards the door. Your schedules crashed too often, only being able to spend a few fleeting moments when he’d accidentally wake you up when he arrived home. Spending those few hours of sleep before you then had to get up for your hero work definitely didn’t make up for lost time. Especially when Hitoshi is called in for a daytime mission as well.

No matter how many times you would tell him to catch up on sleep during the day, you know for a fact he didn’t. The amount of times he had sped past on his bike, shoving a bouquet of flowers into your arms. He definitely received an angry text from you saying that he should be resting soon after. You would also know whenever he’d been training with Aizawa, because your old teacher constantly updated you on his progress. It was also painfully obvious when he was working out at home, weights, a yoga mat, and his towel would never be packed away properly when you got home.

Now, you focused on lifting the pan off the stove, sitting it down next to the bowl of rice. You only made one serving, you not being hungry enough to eat a full meal. The eggs you had prepared were mixed into the rice, the sauce seeping into it. Scooping the crumbed pork up with the spatula, you placed them on top.

A soft click sounded from the other side of your apartment door. Jingling keys caused a smile to arise on your lips, which took over your tired face as the door swung open.

Dark violet hair was the first thing you saw, the crazy tufts drooping slightly with a mix of sweat and rain. His voice changing device hung around his neck and his bag rested on his shoulder. The black hero suit he adorned was slightly damp, unzipped at the front so a small section of his heaving chest was visible.

“Hitoshi, sweetheart,” you called out, “I have dinner for you.”

Hitoshi’s nose was the first to perk up, the small of his meal caused a growing smile on his face. His tired eyes met yours, sighing dramatically when he saw you.

“Why are you awake, kitten?” His husky voice grumbled, “But, is that katsudon?”

You ignored, his first question, not wanting to make this about you, “Yes, it is. Come eat.”

He etched over to the counter, discarding parts of his hero attire as he approached. Dropping his bag at his feet, he gently placed his voice changer on top. His capture scarf was unwrapped and tossed over the couch, along with his utility belt. Hitoshi almost collapsed onto the stool by the kitchen bench, immediately digging into the food.

Watching silently, you untied your apron and leaned against the bench. Your chin resting in your palms, your soft eyes gazed over Hitoshi’s features. You couldn’t wait to marry him.

Happily, Hitoshi chewed his dinner, not breaking eyes contact with you ever. You reached a hand out to cup the side of his face, running your thumb over the growing purple eyebags underneath his half-lidded eyes. Unable to contain your worry, your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pouted.

“What’s wrong?” Hitoshi asked, “Why are you making that face, kitty?”

You retracted your hand, only for Hitoshi’s hand to catch it softly.

“You need to stop overworking yourself,” you whispered, “Baby, you’re running on three hours of sleep everyday and are constantly being active when you have free time. You need to take care of yourself and relax once in a while. I’ve been thinking of requesting to change my patrol time so we get time to ourselves. I suggest you do the same so you don’t come back so late.”

Hitoshi groaned; you knew you would get a similar reaction. However, it wasn’t of annoyance or because he was disagreeing. It almost seemed relieved.

After dropping his chopsticks, Hitoshi grabbed your other hand and brought them both to his face. Your hands held his cheeks gently, Hitoshi melting into them with a sigh. His eyes closed, dropping his hands so they rubbed your forearms up and down.

The slight purple stubble on his jaw prickled at your hand as you glided your thumbs over his cheekbones. You let out an adoring laugh, the pout on your lips only showed you empathy towards Hitoshi.

For a moment you thought he was asleep, but he spoke up, “I thought you’d never say that. For a moment I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Hey.”

You tilted his head up so his eyes that fell open would look into your own. Even though you knew he was teasing you by that dumb smirk across his lips, you couldn’t help but take the opportunity to scold him.

“It doesn’t look like you care about yourself so someone has to do it. And you know what the best selfcare is?”

“What is it?”

“Grabbing the cat and coming to sleep with me in bed.”

“I don’t feel like sleeping right now.”

“What do you mean? You look like a mess.”

“I want sleepy cuddles. I can’t enjoy your cuddles when I’m asleep, now, can I?”

You groaned, lifting your hands off his face and letting it drop. For a moment you thought you gave him whiplash so you mumbled a quick, “Oh, sorry.”

Hitoshi recovered, rubbing the back of his neck, “We can grab the cat and watch Netflix for a couple hours.”

“But it’s like 3am. The sun will be rising by the time two hours is up.”

“Then, we both call in sick. You don’t patrol during the day and I won’t go out at night. How does that sound?”

“As long as we get some sleep tomorrow night.”

When Hitoshi agreed, you smiled in success. This signposted the place when you only worked every two days. Hitoshi would work one night, then you’d work the following day. It worked like a treat. He’d always be home when you returned from patrol and never had to leave immediately after. You’d always have a late lunch together and he’s come back earlier too. The mornings you worked you’d find him sleeping soundly next to you, giving him a quick kiss as a goodbye.

The time you both didn’t work was time the both of you spent together. Whether you lounged at home, or went out somewhere. You left all the housework to the night he was working, not wanting to bore him with it. It got to the point when you didn’t care what he did when you worked, finding that he would be resting enough to not burn himself out again. Occasionally, you’d return to find he’d folded some clothes or cleaned the cat litter for you.

You definitely noticed how he perked up with his extra rest, learning more and more about him every day. This led to the two of you dating for another two years before he finally popped the real question. Whether or not you two had kids was entirely up to you, and that was another can of worms waiting to be

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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I love the artist post you did!! Could you do something were reader is the sweet thing and she is just drawing in class and Aizawa tells her " come up and share with the class since it seems to be more important than my lesson" and she reluctantly goes up and shows her notebook of drawings which is everyone in 1-A including Aizawa? How would they react?? Thx! ✨

omfg yes i hope you don’t mind that i exclude mineta because i just cannot write that goblin im sorry mineta lives don’t matter on my blog also some of these can be seen as either platonic or romantic and i didn’t include sato because I honestly don’t know how to write for him oof sorry sato stans

Class 1-A x Reader (feat. Aizawa)

You knew you should probably be listening to Aizawa’s lecture on Hero Laws but you were so focused on perfecting the facial features of your newest sketch

You didn’t even realize Aizawa stopped his talking to glare at you, causing the entire class to look in your direction.

“Ahem, L/N, If what you’re working on is more important than class then why don’t you share it with everyone”

fuck

shit

bitch

tits

he did not have to expose you like this

you could either show everyone and be called a weirdo/creep or you could take the L and have detention but Aizawa would not go easy on you

so you made your up to the front of the class, hiding your face in your sketchbook as you flipped to the first page.

Finding out that you’ve been spending class drawing him and your classmates, Aizawa first feels annoyed that you couldn’t do this in your private time but he also feels really soft that you would draw him. He’s such a proud dad at your drawing skills like you’ve gotten his eyebags perfect.

You start to go around the classroom and show everyone the drawings you did of them

Momo gets that bright and shiny look in her eyes and you can practically see you glowing with happiness. She’s kinda shocked that someone would care enough to draw her and it makes her feel so warm inside. She’ll definitely ask if she could keep it.

Bakugou (I made a whole post but) this boy will try to cover his blush with a cough but you already know that his heart is exploding inside of his chest uwu

Tokoyami is usually stoic and brooding but you can see his eyes widen and a faint wobbly smile from his beak. He’s even more happy when he sees you include a chibi Dark Shadow

Oijiro thinks that you made him look so cool and wonders if that’s how he actually looks or just how you see him but nonetheless, he’s glad you took the time to do this and thinks you have such an amazing talent.

MINA has broken her uwu machine. She squealed on sight of the drawing you did of her that you titled ‘My Alien Queen’. She is literally jumping up and down like puppy. Omfg the heart eyes she gives you ☺️😖

Koda doesn’t talk much but he did say “thank you 🥺” in the biggest owo voice ever.

Tsuyu is a very blunt and brutally honest person so of course she told you how wonderful and realistic you drew her and she’s giving you tips about shading and where to buy the best drawing supplies but this all with good intentions

Sero doesn’t find himself conventionally attractive so when you show him all the sketches of him with little hearts surrounding him and ‘Tape Daddy’ in the corner. He nosebleeds 😨

Jiro fucking blushes so hard she’s started to look like Crimson Riot. This girl gets flustered easily so when you show her how badass and beautiful she looks in those drawings, she Error 404. She’s 😳

Mineta doesn’t fucking get one 🤢

Todoroki only ever gets drawn by professionals his father orders so when he sees the sketch of him slurping soba and looking at peace and as happy as shouto can be, his left side goes up in flames as his once pale cheeks turn vermillion

Iida is surprised pikachu. He did not expect you to draw him. He understands drawing the others but him? He kinda dissociates himself from your classmates so when you show him a picture of him as ingenium. He cry. It brings literally tears to his eyes. He chops the air as he thanks you over and over again

Shoji is such an under appreciated boy. He’s taken aback at the amount of times you’ve drawn him and it makes him feel so special and he doesn’t feel like he deserves it at all but his arms are smiling so wide and toothy (he so precious)

Kirishima says (and I quote) “this is the manliest thing I’ve ever seen owo”. He’s so grateful of you and when he sees the title that says ‘Manliest Shark Boy Of Them All’,,,he does the cute anime girl thing where he puts both hands on his cheeks and uwus straight into your eyes

Uraraka’s round pink cheeks turn even more pink when you show her the drawing you did of her during the i-expo of her in her cute pink dress that you titled ‘Princess Uravity’. She’s hiding her face from you as she lets out a couple of muffled ‘thank you’s

Aoyama is fanboying over the amount of glitter and sparkles you used like you litterally just dumped a shit load of glue and glitter and he thinks it’s bootyful. ^ V ^

Kaminari asks you to paint him like one of your French girls wearing only his choker on 😳. He better stop playing before you kiss him on he forehead. But he cherishes the drawing like it’s life support, that boy will ask to keep it and hang it up in his room where he can see it everyday and of course he’ll tell you “you could come to my room and practice figure drawing” *wink* *wonk*

Hagakure...um she thinks the gloves are very nice and appreciates the gesture PFFT

Izuku fanboys the hell out of it because he draws too and well he might not be good as you but he shows you his page on you in his notebook and you both are so giddy about sharing each other’s drawings and when he sees the sketch of him that you did when everyone was at the pool of him shirtless. 😖😳 you broke izuwu. He turned red and stopped responding. Oof

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia

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schmuwuwu · 4 years

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Let Me Love You - XiCheng FF

Pairing: Jiang Cheng|Jiang Wanyin x Lan Huan|Lan Xichen

There’s not really any spoilers to the novel/drama/donghua/manhua so please enjoy! For my friend who showed me a pic of Jiang Wanyin with puppies and so I used it as a prompt for this fanfiction.

Jiang Wanyin entered the room where he was directed from the front desk clerk. She had said that due to it being the busy tourist period, there was too little personnel working on the current production that featured him and thus there wasn’t anyone available to guide him there. He didn’t mind as he was tired at having prepared Yunmeng Jiang and the whole of Lotus Pier for the upcoming New Year’s celebrations. He was only here as his council and his right-hand man literally pushed him out of the gates of his sect before sending him off with good wishes on relaxing. At first, he couldn’t grasp how coming to an interview would help him relax. Even now, he couldn’t relax. Just by the busy atmosphere around him, he couldn’t help but worry about the preparations back home. What’s more, he was even more worried about who was going to interview him today. He had been blacklisted one too many times with the reason that he was too serious, too angry, too… frowny.

His scowl deepened as he remembered those dates. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t change his personality. In fact, if the other party couldn’t accept his personality, there was no reason for them to marry at all. After all, he wouldn’t want a loveless marriage like his parents had and the constant disappointment that maybe he wasn’t what his wife always thought he was. That made him scowl even more. Women were such complicated beings, he concluded. He entered the room in deep thought and looked around. It wasn’t beautifully decorated like the lotus lakes back in Yunmeng, wasn’t pristinely pictured like the Cloud Recesses in Gusu, nor was it as extravagant as Koi Tower in Lanling. Of course, it wasn’t as moody and boring as the Unclean Realm in Qinghe. It was beautiful in its own right and even someone who was not talented in the arts such as Lan Xichen or Nie Huaisang could appreciate its unique beauty. Untalented in anything overall, he added on bitterly.

He glanced around. The furniture was simple, a table and a few seats, a few cabinets and some shelves lining the walls. The walls themselves were painted with faint motifs of the four great cultivational sects. The head of a beast for the Qinghe Nie, the white peony for the Lanling Jin, the cloud for the Gusu Lan and finally the nine-petalled lotus for the Yunmeng Jiang. He noticed that there were other sects’ motifs that were hidden between the spaces of the more dominant sects and realised that all four walls were representing different areas of the cultivation world; where each of the four dominant sects had conquered and the smaller sects that hid under their protection. He had also noticed there was no imagery of the Qishan Wen sect, which he wasn’t complaining off. In fact, his scowl lightened quite a few degrees after discovering this fact. None could blame him, seeing as how Yunmeng Jiang had one of the more devastating losses during Qishan Wen’s dominance over the whole entire country. He could still smell the flames as they rose up from the ground and suddenly they were all around him, burning the once-beautifully standing Lotus Pier. He could only watch in anger and resent, vision blurred through the curtain of tears and red, as the Yunmeng Jiang sect flags were torn from their flag poles, still half burnt, stomped to the ground and even trampled upon in disrespect.

He shook his head. He shouldn’t dwell on the past anymore. What mattered more was the present. And at present, he needed to worry about the interview. He went to seat on one of the provided seats at the table where tea and refreshments had been laid out. It was simple china but it was polished till he could see his own reflection on his face. Tilting his head from side to side, he couldn’t help but praise the maids for their effort in hiding the traces of long nights and lack of food in his face, Though his cheeks and eyes were still more hollow than ever before, the heavy eyebags had gone and there was slight colouring to his cheeks. Even his usually dry lips were moisturised and preserved so that they wouldn’t suddenly turn dry and crack in the middle of the interview. Though he originally felt uncomfortable at the thought of applying make-up on a male such as him, it didn’t feel unnatural to wear it on his face. In fact, he had taken a newfound liking to it and even newfound respect to maids or noblewomen for putting on such thick make-up every single day. He was already weary at having to sit still for more than 30 minutes in front of a mirror just to be told that his makeup was not even half the time of most women’s make-up regime. Even doing his hair took less than 10 minutes!

He poured himself a cup of tea and enjoyed the light refreshments that were served in variations. He had recognised them as the portrayed images of the four great sects. Lotus-flavoured obviously for Yunmeng Jiang-though he preferred desserts made back at Yunmeng; desserts made anywhere else were under-par with those served back home! A slightly herbal taste while refreshing for the Gusu Lan; he was more surprised that it wasn’t plain bitter or just tasteless. Unexpectedly, the tea complemented with this dessert the most. A fairly rich taste of expensive for Lanling Jin and a more impactful and forceful taste for Qinghe Nie. They were rotated with sour, bitter, salty, sweet and sometimes even spicy, acidic or even tasteless! Really, did they have to invent a tasteless flavour too?

Time passed and by the time the interviewer had come, he was busy playing a game he made up to try and differentiate the different tastes. He even managed to play a game similar to bingo! It just showed how bored he really was.

“Uhm, Sect Leader Jiang?” a voice called out hesitantly.

He looked up from his small game and saw a young boy around the age of twenty. He had a tired face and looked as though he had pulled through as many nights as he did as a sect leader. He immediately felt pity for the boy; he wasn’t in any important positions in the whole world, even in the country, and yet he had to pull on as many hours working as him.

Seeing as Jiang Wanyin didn’t reply, he hesitantly said, “I sincerely apologise for having you wait for such a long time. I can only hope I can repay it with something if it’s within my abilities.”

He shook off the boy’s offer and said gently, “It is fine. It is not like I could make you wait in return.”

The boy was immediately relieved as he broke into a small smile. Sect Leader Jiang wasn’t as fearful as he had thought. Contrarily, however, the boy reminded Jiang Wanyin much of his sister for some odd reason. He couldn’t put his finger on it and he wasn’t in the mood to try. He merely took another dessert and drank another sip from his third cup of tea; he must admit it was quite good.

“Would you like to indulge yourself with more sweets?” the boy peeked at him.

“Oh, no,” Jiang Wanyin fumbled, draining the remaining tea. “They are quite enjoyable, however.”

The boy smiled, free of tension. “Then, if you would, please follow me to the next room where we will begin your interview.”

Jiang Wanyin nodded and stood up to follow the surprisingly brisk boy. The other room was a little ways from his waiting room but it was relatively a replica, albeit smaller. The same walls adorned the different motifs of different sects and it was furnished relatively the same way. Pasted on the walls were different talismans. He peeked at them and could guess they’re vaguely for enclosing the sounds within these four walls and a few other spells scrawled to record their voices for future references. There was also another spell scrawled in the middle of the table on a white cloth with the exact same purpose. He went ahead to sit down on the table where there was already the interviewer seated. He was looking up and down a large stack of notes and occasionally looked up to see if a new communication talisman had arrived. He looked stressed and even to Jiang Wanyin, he looked way overworked, though he wasn’t in any position to judge himself. As he seated himself, the interviewer in front of him suddenly looked at his direction dumbfounded. A look of realisation dawned when he finally remembered why the esteemed Sandu Shengshou would come to their humble offices.

“Sandu Shengshou, sir! I apologise for being unable to meet you in person and for having you wait for a long time!” he squawked.

Jiang Wanyin raised an eyebrow.

The interviewer stumbled, “If—if it is alright with you, we can start whenever you are ready. The preparations have been done…”

Jiang Wanyin, though he understood the poor interviewer’s position, was starting to get annoyed. Was he really that feared? It wasn’t as if he was going to raise a hand on unarmed people. Well, he wouldn’t spare anyone of his sharp tongue though.

“But.”

The interviewer startled, “But something is holding up the last party and so we will need to wait for them…”

Jiang Wanyin stared at him dubiously. “Them?”

“Uh, yes, sir. Them.”

The interviewer answered just as a communication talisman entered the room and stopped in front of him. Jiang Wanyin could care less of what was about to happen. Though he was grateful for the extra time to eat more snacks. He poured tea in his newly given cup and stayed oblivious to the conspicuous sneaking around of the interviewer. Well, it was more of he couldn’t give a shit. When he finally looked at the interviewer after finishing his short but very much relaxing teatime, suspicion was written all over his body. His demeanour changed fully. He was no longer nervous or glancing around the room but was now smiling widely and was even sitting closer to the table right to his face. He even had his hands on the table as though anticipating something from Jiang Wanyin. He was staring at Jiang Wanyin with eyes full of adoration and worship. Jiang Wanyin could feel a chill down his back. Somehow, he felt that they were familiar. Too familiar.

He cleared his throat. “Are we going to start? I’d appreciate if my time is not wasted much more than this already has.”

The interviewer nodded and pulled out his notes, the movement looking very elegant. Too elegant. Jiang Wanyin stared down on him and reaffirmed the tugging feeling in the back of his mind. He cautiously watched as the interviewer asked the questions.

“Alright, sir. If you could, please introduce yourself, your name and titles, if you would?”

Jiang Wanyin gave him a long stare but the interviewer didn’t even quake, it even looked as though his smile grew bigger. That smile was unsettling. Too unsettling. As though Jiang Wanyin should be anticipating something very detestable after this interview was over. Or maybe even during.

“Jiang Cheng, courtesy name Jiang Wanyin. Sect leader of Yunmeng Jiang and holder of title Sandu Shengshou,” he said slowly.

He expected another intimidatingly familiar reaction but all he got out of the other person was a nod and him writing a few lines in his notes.

“Next question, do you like dogs?”

Jiang Wanyin, “Yes, I do.”

The interviewer beamed at him before opening the door to the room. Jiang Wanyin could only look on curiously as a trail of people entered the room, carrying something in their arms. The first person went up to him and deposited a round white object into his lap. He looked at the unknown object with curious eyes. The object moved and a pair of curious eyes met with his. He only then realised that it was a puppy. He was pleasantly surprised as he was quickly surrounded by multiple puppies that were brought in by the staff. His clothes were quickly dishevelled and his hair was mussed out of its usual tight bun. He was quickly caught up in the puppies’ tireless energy and was overwhelmed. He could barely keep a grin off his face and would occasionally be attacked by a barrage of small but sloppy tongues. He happily accepted the sudden bombardment of the small and cute puppies. His shoulders immediately lost their usual tension and his signature frown on his face had completely disappeared. He had a relaxed face and constantly moved his upper body to account for every single puppy who demanded his attention.

Everyone in the room held their breaths at this moment of weakness. The Sandu Shengshou had his guard down. And it was so easily accomplished by the appearance of dogs. There was a warm and fluffy atmosphere surround Jiang Wanyin, as though encompassing him in this very joyous haven that he could enjoy alone. They could see the small but innocent smile of his face and even the slight tint of pink in his cheeks. His eyes were soft and were looking at the puppies with tenderness. They could not believe at this blessing to see a side of the notoriously infamous Sandu Shengshou. A man who was ruthless and merciless towards his enemies and could make one’s blood run cold at a mere glance. They could only savour this rare, if not once in a blue moon, side of Jiang Wanyin.

Suddenly, it had felt as though the room chilled. A murderous intent lurked into the four walls of the room. The staff members could only look towards the only other involved person in the room; the interviewer. He was glaring intensely at the small puppies that hang off Jiang Wanyin’s arms and occasionally looked at the staff members, harbouring a stiff smile and cold, lifeless eyes. They could only gulp in fear and quickly shuffled out of the room, afraid of their lives. Once outside, they quickly ran away as far as they could, informing every personnel not to enter the room until further notice before collapsing and thanking the Gods that they made it out alive.

Inside, Jiang Wanyin was fully oblivious to the on-goings of possible murder. Even more, his guard was fully down. He had put aside Zidian and Sandu for fear of harming the puppies due to their playfulness and his inability to occupy every single one of them. He was constantly kept busy by switching between multiple puppies who lay around his body as though they were worshipping him. Being in such a blissful situation, he didn’t realise when a certain someone snuck up from behind him, only realising when he was finally encased in someone’s warm embrace.

“Wanyin.”

Jiang Wanyin turned around, expecting it to be the interviewer but was met with the familiar dazzling smile of Lan Xichen.

“Sect leader Lan?” he squawked in surprise. “What are you doing here? Where are the rest of the people?”

He looked around quickly only to realise now that they were the only ones in the room. His sight landed back onto Lan Xichen.

“I am unsure of what happened to those pitiful people. However, I don’t assume that you have something for me?”

Jiang Wanyin stared at him dubiously. “I don’t recall having anything to give you.” He frowned.

Lan Xichen only looked at him expectantly and seeing his serious eyes, he proceeded to bait him.

“See, I heard you liked dogs…”

Jiang Wanyin nodded in agreement.

“But you are also notorious for not liking people…”

Jiang Wanyin impatiently snapped. “So, what is your point, Sect leader Lan?”

Lan Xichen sighed. “Now, now, Wanyin. Have we not agreed just the other day to drop formalities? Call me Lan Huan.”

The pink in Jiang Wanyin’s cheeks grew deeper. “We never agreed to! You went ahead and made it up yourself!”

He tutted. “But you didn’t complain about it, so I had taken it upon myself to call you so.”

Jiang Wanyin couldn’t retort. It was true; he didn’t really hate it when Lan Xichen called him by his name. Although… He shook his head. No, no! He wasn’t just trying to imagine Lan Xichen calling him by his birth name. Not at all!

Seeing as he didn’t answer, Lan Xichen proceeded to pout. “Well, if you dislike it this much, I will immediately cease calling—”

“No, no! You can!” Jiang Wanyin was flustered and refused to meet Lan Xichen’s eyes. “I—I mean, you can call me however you wish to.”

Lan Xichen’s face immediately brightened. “Then, I shall take up your offer, A-Cheng!”

Jiang Wanyin’s heart stilled before beating at Mach 20 speed. A-Cheng! Lan Xichen’s voice was looping in his head and he couldn’t stop the heat that spread from his cheeks all the way to his ears. He didn’t even notice when Lan Xichen’s arms circled around his waist and were snuggled comfortably at the nook of his hips. He sat closer to him, his chest now coming into contact with his back. At the sudden contact of warmth, Jiang Wanyin was immediately snapped out of his daze.

“A-Cheng, do you like me?” Lan Xichen breathed into his ear. Jiang Wanyin couldn’t help but shiver, his nerves tingling at the low rumble.

“O—Of course, I mean, Sect leader Lan is very likeable…”

“Not like that, A-Cheng.” His mouth was dangerously close to Jiang Wanyin’s neck now and he couldn’t stop his trembling and the feeling of longing. He unconsciously leaned back towards that inviting warmth but was quickly dragged to reality when Lan Xichen immediately drew back and stood up. He stared up at him dumbfoundedly.

“There is no need to think so seriously, Wanyin. After all, I have no obligation to rush for an answer right now.”

Jiang Wanyin stared after him as Lan Xichen walked dejectedly towards the door. Jiang Wanyin could have sworn he saw a pair of ears and a long tail droop down in accordance. He couldn’t ignore his demand now and hesitantly opened his mouth.

“Y—Yes…l—like…” he whispered softly.

Lan Xichen immediately perked up. “I’m sorry, would you care to repeat that?”

“Yes! I like you, Lan Xichen!”

Jiang Wanyin’s face was on fire and he immediately avoided Lan Xichen’s gaze when he turned to look at him. In all honesty, Lan Xichen didn’t need him to repeat his answer as his trained ear could pick out any of Jiang Wanyin’s clear voice, brimming with emotion. His uncut anger when he spouts out complains, his curt responses when he brutally gives his opinion, his sorrow-filled whispers as he voices out his regrets, the carefree laughter as he let go of his restraints and smiled freely, the shy and embarrassing responses to his words of love… Lan Xichen loved it all. His open and direct character drew him in. He who could only wear a smile through thick and thin could only watch in wonder at this rare gem that had coincidentally been sent to his doorstep. A gem laden with pain and longing, hurt by what he lacked but scorned the idea of weakness. He was attracted to that strength. An imperfection with an obvious flaw.

And despite Jiang Wanyin’s constant criticisms to his self, Lan Xichen, a man who was born to be perfect, born raised to be perfect, expected to be perfect, could only find this imperfection beautiful. That someone who was so self-deprecating about his flaw was this powerful and successful.

“Thank you, A-Cheng.”

Jiang Wanyin startled as Lan Xichen held him to his chest.

“F—For what? I didn’t do anything,” he said.

“No, you did.” But I’ll save the explanation for later.

Jiang Wanyin stilled, unused to being embraced, before surrendering and leaned into Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen could feel a smile spread and tightened his hold on Jiang Wanyin, forcing them to press even closer. Jiang Wanyin was flustered and tried to push with his hands on Lan Xichen’s chest. He stopped his futile attempt when he felt Lan Xichen’s lips back on his neck.

“W-w-w-w-what are you doing?!”

Lan Xichen sighed, his hot breath making Jiang Wanyin unable to resist the shiver down his back and his rapid heartbeat. “Well, it seems as though my A-Cheng is being needy so I wanted to pamper him…”

He sighed again. “Alas, it seems that I was merely speculating…”

He trailed off dramatically. Jiang Wanyin could never get used to his antics and thus it caused his anger to spike up. “Who said I needed pampering?!”

“Hmm… I am unsure of that myself but I heard you were going to celebrate the New Year by yourself, since Young Master Jin — oh, should I be saying Sect Leader Jin, now? — has gone off to celebrate with some of my disciples.”

Jiang Wanyin impatiently replied. “Well, yes. That has been happening since recent years so I am used to celebrating alone. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to me.”

Lan Xichen turned his head and looked at Jiang Wanyin, resting it on his shoulder.

“I am merely upset that you didn’t feel that it was necessary to invite me to celebrate with you.”

Jiang Wanyin opened his mouth to retort only to stop when he met Lan Xichen’s eyes. Oh God, the eyes. He could even swear that the dog ears were back, drooping down flat onto the sides of his head. It wouldn’t be presumptuous for him to assume that the tail was also back.

“It—It wasn’t as though I didn’t want to…” he looked away from Lan Xichen.

“But you’re not looking at me… so you really don’t want to celebrate with me…” he could hear the sadness in his voice.

He was quite certain that it was feigned but he really couldn’t bring himself to push away the older sect leader.

“… Fine. You can celebrate it with me.”

Lan Xichen immediately lit up and released his hold on Jiang Wanyin, sliding his hand into his and pulling him towards the exit.

“W—wait, where are we going??” Jiang Wanyin exclaimed in bewilderment.

“First things first, we are going to be a family!” Lan Xichen excitedly replied.

Although he was at the mercy of the Lan superhuman, even for cultivators, strength, he still stubbornly resisted being dragged across the room to the door. “What do you mean family?? Aren’t we technically already?”

Lan Xichen stopped and turned to face him. “You… Don’t want to be family?”

Oh, for fuck sakes! “Alright, alright, yes, I do! Happy now?”

Lan Xichen smiled again and before Jiang Wanyin could retaliate, he was picked up into Lan Xichen’s arms who proceeded to exit the building merrily. Jiang Wanyin knew there was no use in fighting a Lan and could only hide the growing embarrassment he felt with anger.

“Can you at least tell me where we are going and what we are going to be doing?”

Lan Xichen merely looked straight ahead and smiled. “Lotus Pier should be empty due to the New Year, so we shall be going there and become family!”

There was a slight tone of pride as though he was patting himself on the back for thinking of such a smart idea. Jiang Wanyin immediately picked up on it and his face darkened when he realised what Lan Xichen had been hinting at.

“Don’t tell me.”

“That’s right! We shall make love, my dear A-Cheng!”

“Lan Xichen, you—”

“Lan Huan.”

He sighed, exasperated. “L—Lan Huan, we don’t have to rush into it, do we? You already told your uncle that you would abstain!”

Lan Xichen nodded. “Indeed. Abstain till you agreed to it. Which you did.”

His scowl deepened. “You planned for this, didn’t you?!”

Lan Xichen only chuckled lightly.

With nothing else to entertain him during the journey back home, he decided to provoke the Lan.

“Were you in the room when I got there?” Lan Xichen hummed in agreement.

“Were you the one who organised the interview?” A shake of his head.

“How did I not notice you when I entered the room?” His smile grew wider. He was certainly playing hard to get that’s for sure.

“Was the whole interview just a sham?” A hum.

“Did you switch places with the interviewer?” A hum.

“Did you— Wait… You switched places with the interviewer?”

Lan Xichen nodded and finally looked down at him. “Yes, I did, A-Cheng.”

Jiang Wanyin finally realised as to why the interviewer was questionably familiar. “You… Did you use that new spell that you constructed just recently?”

Lan Xichen beamed at him despite his ploy being out in the open. “Yes, I did! A-Cheng, you’re very smart!”

Jiang Wanyin snorted. “I’m not smart. I didn’t even realise that you were in the room at all until now.”

Lan Xichen frowned and chided, “Of course you’re smart. How else have you maintained Yunmeng Jiang sect as one of the top cultivation sects without any guidance? You even denied any help offered to you.”

“That’s different.”

“And how is it different?”

“No one would do it. So, of course, I’d take it up upon myself to do it. After all, I am the only son of the previous Sect leader Jiang.”

Lan Xichen went quiet. There was truth to his words but…

“If it were anyone else in your position, do you think they’d do it?”

“…Of course,” Jiang Wanyin said hesitantly, his confidence slipping.

Lan Xichen shook his head. “No, A-Cheng. Even I wouldn’t.”

Jiang Wanyin disagreed in disbelief. “The esteemed and obedient Zewu-Jun wouldn’t save his clan and sect from the brink of destruction?”

Lan Xichen smiled at him, with a hint of sadness. “Do you think I would? If the Cloud Recesses sat atop ashes, no signs of life, or any traces of the previous Gusu Lan?” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t. There wouldn’t have been any point. Even if I managed to rebuild the Cloud Recesses, what about the recruitment of disciples? What about the lost techniques that were lost in the destruction? And what about being left alone again?”

Jiang Wanyin could only stare at him. He didn’t have the answers to them. He only knew that he should regain Yunmeng Jiang’s and his former glory. He wasn’t about to let the Wens think they had brought down a strong sect with their petty ways. He wasn’t going to let the other cultivators think of what they wished about how Lotus Pier fell. And he wasn’t going to let the world think that he was that much of a coward to listen to all those whispers.

“It’s all my selfishness. Only that,” he muttered finally.

“Then,” Lan Xichen replied firmly. “let me be selfish just this once and say that I want to spend time with you.”

Jiang Wanyin pursed his lips. “Fine, have it your way.”

Lan Xichen gave him a small smile and they travelled the rest of the way in silence. After dismounting from Shuoyue, Jiang Wanyin immediately marched to the direction of the kitchens. Lan Xichen followed him, shutting his mouth when he saw the stubborn expression on the younger man. Jiang Wanyin approached the stove, sleeves rolled up, and began to prepare the food. Lan Xichen could not hold it in anymore and opened his mouth to ask when Jiang Wanyin spoke first.

“If you want to spend time together, then make yourself useful,” he said, his back towards Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen stared at him and processed his words before getting the hint. He beamed as he noticed the familiar pink tint that climbed up his neck. “Of course, A-Cheng!”

Lan Xichen immediately busied himself with the preparation of the ingredients, falling into step with Jiang Wanyin easily. They worked in silence, easily coordinating with one another as easily as breathing, having spent too long on the same battlefield.

The day quickly passed and the sun quickly fell from its mighty position. The food, now completed, was laid out in front of them where they were sitting at one of Jiang Wanyin’s favourite spots that looked out over the lotus lakes. They ate in silence as they were both not too keen on conversing while eating, unlike a certain male whose mouth and words were as abundant as the rabbits back in the Cloud Recesses. And unlike that same certain person, they settled comfortably in the silence, especially Jiang Wanyin.

The entire Lotus Pier was empty, including all of his attendants and there was only him staying there for the next few days. He didn’t know how comfortable he felt with another person intruding into his personal space but Lan Xichen was tolerable, if not comfortable, to be around. Lan Xichen held his questions back and perfectly assisted him as though he was his right-hand man currently.

Ending up back in his study, he finally asked Lan Xichen the question that had bothered him since that afternoon—no, since he confessed three months ago.

“… Why me?”

Lan Xichen looked up from the scroll he was reading right into Jiang Wanyin’s questioning eyes.

“… Do I need a reason to love someone?” Jiang Wanyin didn’t answer. “Love needs no rhyme or reason. It just is.”

Jiang Wanyin became exasperated. Sure, he could agree that love was an unreasonable feeling. But it didn’t explain why it was him.

“It’s because it’s you.” Jiang Wanyin looked up at Lan Xichen who was now standing right in front of him, a serious expression on his face rid of the usual polite smile.

“Hah?” Jiang Wanyin could only reply dumbfoundedly.

“I love you because it’s you.” Lan Xichen was now behind the desk and stepping even closer to Jiang Wanyin. Unused to close contact, Jiang Wanyin unconsciously took a step back to which Lan Xichen covered the distance with a step of his own. That was until Jiang Wanyin’s back hit the wall. He was trapped in Lan Xichen’s gaze and he couldn’t help but swallow stiffly. He wasn’t worthy… He didn’t deserve him…

“If you’re thinking of how I can easily find someone like you, then you’re wrong. Where am I going to find someone who decided to do something as grand as reviving a dead sect and rebuilding their burnt home from the ground up and went through with it? Where am I going to find someone who although is finicky when it comes to standards but so entertaining when he tries to make an expression?” Lan Xichen continued. He cupped Jiang Wanyin’s face and made him look up to meet his eyes. This pitiful man could only look at him helplessly, unable to refute. He wanted to say that there were millions of other people in the world, and even if they didn’t meet his standards now, what about in the future? There was bound to be someone. Even his family. Even though his father had him, he was more satisfied with someone else’s son. Even though his mother had him, she was more satisfied pampering his older sister. Even though his siblings loved him, in the end, they chose to stay with their beloved who would keep them safe. Because he couldn’t give them that safety. That warm comfort of love that he never learnt to reciprocate.

“Then, what if it isn’t me? Someone totally different from me. Not a stubborn, annoying and hard to please person. But a kind, caring and patient person?” Jiang Wanyin blinked hard. The image of Jin Guangyao entered his mind to which he furiously pushed out of his mind. He was going to be second again. The alternative. The silence settled around them again, this time stifling. He could hardly breathe now, thinking that Lan Xichen’s silence was affirmation. Lan Xichen looked at him, re-evaluating him, maybe even regretting ever saying he fell in love with him, Jiang Wanyin thought. By the time he noticed, tears had already left a trail on his cheeks, falling silently to the ground, just as silently as his heart broke. He never wanted to realise, never wanted to acknowledge. Because he couldn’t bear another slipping out of his hands. Slipping through his fingers as though they were just sand and them being beside him was just an illusion. That all he could do was chase around after their backs, hoping something would change. But it never did. Because—

“—Because they never had the chance to look at you.”

Jiang Wanyin blinked. It finally clicked that it was Lan Xichen who said that. “They ran out of time, A-Cheng. It wasn’t because they didn’t bother to look at you properly but because they never realised how much time they had to do so.” Jiang Wanyin found himself leaning away from Lan Xichen’s hands, trying to slip away, but failed when Lan Xichen’s hands moved from his cheeks to his back, pulling him close to his chest.

“Then, what about you? Are you going to run out of time too?” Jiang Wanyin muffled from his chest.

“I won’t,” Lan Xichen replied and chuckled when Jiang Wanyin looked up with incredulity. “Not until I hear you saying that you are glad I fell in love with you and believe that I love you.”

Jiang Wanyin immediately buried his head further into his chest, feeling the now familiar feeling of warmth spread through his face. Lan Xichen laughed softly at his act of shyness and could only think of how adorable his Jiang Wanyin was. When it was obvious that Jiang Wanyin had no intentions of moving from his chest, Lan Xichen made a sound something of a sigh and a hum. Jiang Wanyin looked up puzzled before feeling himself being lifted off the ground. Lan Xichen effortless carried him in his arms and sat him on his lap as he took a seat on the chair behind the desk. Jiang Wanyin turned to Lan Xichen, bewildered, while the other merely gave him a large smile.

“What are you doing?” he asked, still shocked at his bewitching manoeuvre. Only Lan Xichen could make such a movement so beautiful, he thought as he sighed to himself. “Showering you with love, of course!” Lan Xichen replied, delighted at his reaction. Jiang Wanyin choked at that unexpected comment. As expected, only Lan Xichen could find his reactions entertaining, he continued thinking.

“Is there anything else you would like to entertain me with?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. Lan Xichen smiled even brighter. Really, if he was going to smile any wider or brighter, Jiang Wanyin felt he might really go blind, and not only because of love. “There are a million things, of course,” Lan Xichen said, holding Jiang Wanyin closer. “But I know if I don’t follow your pace, we’d go backwards instead of forwards. So, what would you like me to do?”

Jiang Wanyin looked up at him, marvelling at how this Jade of Lan shone under the cover of moonlight. He rested his chin on his chest and pondered for a moment. Every single thought that went through his mind made him blush more. “U—Uh, what are my options?” he coughed. Lan Xichen struggled to keep his laughter from bubbling but that didn’t stop his shoulders from shaking. His eyes filled with adoration at the young man in his arms before him as Jiang Wanyin’s face formed a pout. His eyes twinkled. “Well, we could start off easy. Pick a number from one to ten,” he grinned mischievously. Jiang Wanyin racked his brains. There was definitely a catch here. But maybe there wasn’t. Lan Xichen wouldn’t do anything he wouldn’t like, would he? Maybe the numbers represent the comfort level? Maybe his confidence level? Maybe speed? Jiang Wanyin felt his temples throbbed and thought, Screw it!

“Then, eight!” he said confidently. The higher the better, right? I won’t regret it, surely!

Lan Xichen grinned widely and proceeded to pick him up.

“W-w-w-w-wait, where are we going?!” Jiang Wanyin flailed as he was adjusted comfortably again in the bridal carry.

Lan Xichen opened the door to Jiang Wanyin’s room adjacent to the study and proceeded to lay him on the bed. Was he going to tuck him to bed, Jiang Wanyin wondered. But his relief would slowly turn into dread and, although Jiang Wanyin strongly and stubbornly denied the idea, pleasure. For the number eight was the number of hours Lan Xichen proceeded to whisper words of love and affection whilst pampering the uncomfortable man with kisses.

The next day when Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had come with the preparations of the New Year, uninvited of course, they found Jiang Wanyin with swollen and full lips and a Lan Xichen whose smile seemed to put the sun to shame. The couple dreaded to think what had happened and instead kept their mouth shut when the two sect leaders greeted them at the gate.

Well, Wei Wuxian thought, at least now he isn’t second anymore. He watched as his younger brother busied himself with cleaning the hallways while being spoiled rotten by the older Lan. And that was the start of Jiang Wanyin’s fall from being alone and scarred to being helpless, in love and helplessly in love.

End.

#xicheng #mdzs #the untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lan xichen #jiang wanyin #lan huan #jiang cheng #ff #lan xichen x jiang wanyin #lan huan x jiang cheng #how did an originally 3 pages of writing become 13 pages #finally satisfied with the ending be like TnT #mo dao zu shi

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you and i-- we're defying gravity ch.1 (scyvie) - amelieee

a/n:

hey, uh, new author here, hello! i’m amelieee (or amelie if you don’t like the extra two e’s) aka @and-oddly-enough!

yes, i know there’s already a wicked fic written for scyvie but i have talked with emowithoddsocks aka g about it and they allowed me to write my own fic for it! technically, we both made up the wicked au together with some other people but they were the first ones who wrote a fic for it! (please read that too, by the way, it’s really good!)

but anyways– don’t expect consistent updates, but i will try my best to finish this. i hope you enjoy this nonetheless! it’s also important to know the fundamentals of wicked or oz first before reading this or else it kinda doesn’t make sense. if you still don’t understand, i’ve included footnotes at the end to clarify some stuff!

also, this is not betaed because we die like elphaba being doused with water– so all mistakes are mine.

summary: Yvie was fortunate enough to be enrolled in Shiz, even if it was mainly to watch over her sister. Problem is, she was roomed with probably the most obnoxious student in Shiz, Scarlet Envy.

The walk from the train station to Shiz was such a pain for Yvie. The problem wasn’t about the length between both destinations but it was mostly because her father was a such a pain in the ass. While Yvie sulked and was alienated out of the conversation, her father endlessly supplied her sister, Brooke, with a million compliments. This was mostly a pain just because the compliments, after being used a lot, suddenly becomes jokingly redundant that Yvie could cringe while her father continued to praise Brooke.

But even if her father could cause Yvie to willingly rip her ears off, her sister, on the other hand, was the most angelic asshole she’s ever met in her life. Brooke, despite not looking similar to Yvie, was gorgeous with luscious blonde locks and glowing, flawless skin. Even if she spent most of her life on a wheelchair, Brooke didn’t seem affected by her disability. She appeared confident and was always courteous to everyone.

Yvie, on the other hand, felt that she was… a mess. She was the only person she knew who owned white hair that’d never stay put. The hair would also be put into two massive buns with stray hairs flowing below them. It looked like… a mop. Not only did she have massive, off-putting hair, she also had a strange face. No, it wasn’t deformed by any means but her eyes had no pupils at all. Oddly, they were plainly white and devoid of all color. If that weren’t unfortunate enough, she had permanent marks under her eyes that almost resembles dark thunder. The marks look like a three-year-old got a quill and jaggedly drew on some zigzags on her eyebags. And if you weren’t looking at the eyes, her sharp teeth would definitely scare away anyone if she sneered. A lot of people had mistaken her for a Lion at times.

Even if Yvie looked like trash compared to her gorgeous sister, Brooke treated her very kindly. Brooke was the world to her and she barely had any other friend out there. Her parents, especially her father, tried to hide her from everyone in Munchkinland most likely because she was a shame to their family. She was barely as stunning as how her mother looked and she wouldn’t be a great and punctual leader like her father was. She wasn’t even supposed to enroll in Shiz if it weren’t for her sister needing a bodyguard. There were no positives to her, really, except maybe she can do a split effortlessly. Other than that, she was nothing.

“Looks like this is where I drop you off,” Her father says, viewing the school’s vast entrance impressively. Shiz University was just like she expected— tall, a bit oldschool, and was dominated by millions of rich Gillikins that Yvie would rather much avoid.

“I’m not a preschooler, dad. You didn’t have to bring yourself along with us,” Brooke says and their father gave a chuckle.

“I didn’t want to let you get hurt on the way to school—“

“Please don’t insult Yvie again—“

“I won’t,” Her father says sternly but Yvie merely crosses her arms and chews on her lip. She’s used to her father treating her like this anyways. “I just wanted to be extra careful. And additionally,” Her father pulls out a fancily wrapped box from the bag he was carrying to show to Brooke. Yvie recognizes it— it’s a shoebox that probably contains something gaudy just for Brooke to enjoy. With an ecstatic smile, he reveals the contents of the box: ballet slippers that were coated with a few jewels. Yvie wasn’t into ballet at all since it was too graceful for her but she had to admit, those shoes look great.

And judging by Brooke’s face, she definitely enjoyed them. So whatever made her happy made Yvie happy, I guess.

“These— these are wonderful, oh sweet Oz, thank you, dad!” Brooke says as she holds and observes the slippers with glee, “I’m a bit… sad I won’t be able to use this, though,”

“You can just wear it and that’d be enough for me,” their father said as he repacked the slippers back in its box, “Save it for special occasions, okay sweetie?” he says as he shoves the box back inside the bag and forcefully thrusts it at Yvie’s direction. Yvie almost stumbles and grips on the bag with irritation.

“But I’ll be going now since we have a meeting in a few,” their father says as she plants a small peck on Brooke’s head, “Good luck at Shiz, dearie, and write to me when you can.”

“I will,”

“And Yvangeline—“ he points at her rudely, “And as she will be the future governor of Munchkinland, take care of Brooke.” he says sternly but Brooke nudges his hip, implying he should sound more polite, “O-okay! Write to me as well then,” he adds and Brooke looks satisfied. Yvie only clicks her tongue as she looks away. At least one positive thing about her soulless eyes is that people won’t realize when she isn’t paying attention to them.

“I will,” she says eventually and content with that answer, their father walks away. Immediately, Brooke’s lets out a relieved breath as she wheels towards Yvie with concern.

“Dad’s such a cunt, I’m sorry about it,” Brooke says, her kind façade slipping away. Yvie could never take that façade seriously. All the patronizing and polite compliments just want to make Yvie gag.

“Yea, I’ve known for a long time,” Yvie says then proceeds to hang the bag with Brooke’s slippers on Brooke’s wheelchair, “Nothing too bad, though, but the slippers looked cool, I guess.” Yvie says and Brooke just shrugs.

“Agreed but I kinda have no use for them. Dad keeps buying me fashionable shoes when he knows I don’t like showcasing my feet to the world. He’s weird.” Brooke says and begin wheeling her wheelchair going to the entrance. Yvie follows right beside her, struggling to keep up with the heaviness of her and Brooke’s suitcase.

Shiz was just as heavily decorated as she expected. Inside, there were already millions of posters scattered and hastily pasted on the walls. There were a million “Welcome Back!” banners that actually look pretty decent but were partially useless since mostly everyone loathed going back to school.

On the negative side, everyone that passed by them always would stop talking when they spot Yvie and would stare judgmentally towards her direction. Some would even gasp or screech as if she were carrying the plague. Beside her, Brooke looked at her sympathetically and worriedly, even reaching out to squeeze Yvie’s hand to show her empathy.

“Don’t mind them,” Brooke says but obviously, being the rowdy person Yvie is, she didn’t simply ignore them. As they walk further down the hall, Yvie would sneer and grunt at them whenever she hears a rude remark. A few people retorted back a half-assed insult but most of them merely kept their distance which satisfied Yvie. For Brooke, on the other hand, she looked absolutely embarrassed but tried her best to look fine.

Brooke was Yvie’s best friend and only friend but Yvie longs for the day Brooke wouldn’t be ashamed of Yvie. Although they enjoyed conversing with one another and spending time with another, Yvie could tell that Brooke would look a bit uncomfortable hanging out with her sister out in public.

At the end of the hallway, there was a gigantic room that could possibly hold lots of assembles or events. It was actually plainer than the rest of the university with its simple wooden floors and its white walls. The best feature of the room was definitely the enormous windows that showed the rest of the university past this building. Shiz was undeniably gorgeous despite it being a bit standoffish appearance.

Inside the room were many of the other newly enrolled students carrying their heavy suitcases while they talked to their close friends. Most of them, like previously mentioned, were rich Gillikins who Yvie mostly assumed were here because of their parents’ money rather than intelligence. If Shiz really cared to enroll the smartest of people, there would be much more Animals and Quadlings. But of course, they don’t care.

Suddenly, noise erupted behind Yvie. As she and Brooke were near the entrance, she heard shouts of “Get out of the way!” and cheers of this person named “Scarlet”. Immediately, she and Brooke stayed away from the entrance to avoid the commotion. Yvie didn’t look all too happy to move away just because of some popular person but Brooke tried to calm her down about it.

Eventually, a huge trolley with a ton of stylish suitcases rolled into the room. There were many students surrounding the trolley, all looking up at the one person who was dramatically sitting on top of all the suitcases. The woman on top was laying elegantly on the suitcases as if she were some celebrity and she was fanning herself with her own red, rose-print fan.

Most of the students seemed to recognize this woman, all shouting her name like cheerleaders. She even seemed like she had her own “bodyguards” which are mostly just her group of friends who want to fend off strangers. With a graceful tone, Scarlet speaks, “Settle down, settle down, let me get off this thing,” she says as she asks the help of a purple-haired girl to let her get down the pile of suitcases. Whoever she is, she obliged and helped her and Scarlet landed on the ground gracefully with her heels clicking upon contact.

“Thank you, Ra’jah,” Scarlet says and her friend simply shrugged, not making so much of a big deal of what was happening. Everyone began surrounding Scarlet again and began bombarding her with numerous question. Yvie thinks all of the attention she was getting was redundant with people tryharding too much. Even Scarlet’s other friends like Ra’jah and some two others Yvie doesn’t recognize look so uncomfortably bothered.

After Scarlet handles all the questions and conversations with admirable skill, she eventually pushes her and herself out of the crowd. When she stepped out, she and Yvie immediately lock eyes and before Yvie could look away, Scarlet exclaims, “What on Oz are you?!”.

It was a mistake for Yvie to think this redhead was respectable after that comment. Yvie squints and purses her lips angrily as most eyes turn to look at her. Everyone who turned all gasped when she saw how freaky she was and the room was silenced as they all anticipate for Yvie to respond. Beside her, Yvie can feel Brooke look mortified as stayed silent and even if she didn’t feel it, she can definitely imagine Brooke’s hand shaking in fear of being called out too.

“What? Do I have something in my teeth?” Yvie says with unwavering confidence. She’s been treated like this most of her life so she was used to the stares and insults. As Yvie spoke, it revealed her sharp, glistening teeth that caused people to gasp again and step further away from her. Unimpressed, Yvie grunts, and speaks again, “Okay, let’s get this over with— no, I am not an Animal, and no, I was never bitten by one. I am also not a grandmother, and yes, my hair’s always been like this.” she kept a stern face as she added, “And no, I am not blind. I can see clearly so don’t try playing any pranks on me. And no, none of this is makeup, and no, this is not gangrene.” she points to the black streaks under her eyes and immediately, there were quiet murmurs scattered across the room. Some even shared disgusted faces which were slightly more amusing for Yvie to see.

“You always do this— why do you always do this?” Brooke asks, evidently distressed as she tries blocking out the murmurs. While Yvie clearly is okay being called a freak, she often forgets Brooke has earn own set of insecurities. Yvie sympathetically reaches Brooke’s hand and murmurs a small apology to her.

Fortunately, the headmistress of Shiz has entered the room. She had a somewhat a strict and cunning aura about her especially with the dark clothing and the big hairdo. With two claps, she was able to silence the room immediately which relieved both sisters. With an classy strut and a clipboard in had, she makes her way to the center of the room unprovoked. She raises an eyebrow as she scanned through the list of what Yvie assumes must be the room assignments.

“Whew, okay, there’s a lot of you this year. Room assignments are never fun,” she says and some people chuckle at that. Yvie didn’t expect her to have a sense of humor but it was delightful that not all her professors are stern assholes. “Well anyways, welcome to Shiz, new students! I am Madame Visage, your headmistress, and in behalf of our faculty, I can safely that we have high hopes for all of you.” she says and she looks back down at the clipboard and squints as if she were reading gibberish.

“Now for the rechecking room assignments—” Madame Visage starts but is immediately cut off by both Yvie and Scarlet raising their hands in unison. She politely pauses herself to let the two address their questions. Scarlet glares at Yvie then begins to say her own concern first. “Oh thank Oz, only two issues this year—“

“Madame, I’ve already been assigned to my own private suite,” she says with a cocky grin that Yvie wants to slap off of her face. Everyone who admires Scarlet all sigh in disappointment at the same time.

Observing that she’s saddened her followers, she immediately adds, “Oh, but you can come over whenever you want!”. Yvie blinks once or twice as she stares at the redhead and her followers in disbelief. Three of Scarlet’s closer friends all look unimpressed but seemed to mask their own disappointment with compliments.

“Is that it, Miss…?”

“Envy! I’m Scarlet Envy and I’ve applied to your sorcery seminar— it’s the main reason why I’m here. If you recall, I have written an essay called—“

“Oh, you,” Madame Visage says but her voice wasn’t enthusiastic by the slightest. Scarlet’s face slightly crumbles by the off-putting tone, “Listen, I don’t teach my seminar every semester unless someone special were to come along,” she says and Scarlet’s eyes widen, obviously offended by what she said. Yvie, however, smirks at it.

“I— well am I not sp—“ before Scarlet could finish her question, Yvie abruptly interrupts her.

“Madame, we haven’t received our room assignments,” Yvie says and from the corner of her eye, she can see Scarlet look embarrassingly flustered. Madame Visage didn’t seem to mind though; she probably was going to reject every request Scarlet would give anyways.

“Oh, I recognize you!” Madame Visage says and Yvie almost felt flattered until she realized that she was referring to her sister. Yvie bites back an insult as Madame Visage comes closer to them. “You are Miss Brooke Lynn, correct? Future governess of Munchkinland? What a tragically beautiful face you have,” Madame Visage says as Brooke flashes a smile and thanks her kindly. Yvie merely rolls her eyes as their headmistress turns her attention to her. With an unfazed expression, she speaks, “And you must be…?”

“Yvie. The other daughter. I’m beautifully tragic, nice to meet you,” Yvie says sarcastically and Madame Visage snorts, clearly impressed by Yvie’s humor. It warms Yvie’s heart that their headmistress didn’t seem to care for how Yvie looks much different from the rest of the crowd.

“You’re funny, I like you,” Madame Visage says with a laugh and begins to check her files for their names. In the background, she can hear Scarlet mutter a “her face is too,” but she doesn’t bring it up just in case it will cause a big ruckus. “Are you both under the Hytes surname? I can’t seem to find Miss Yvie in this list.”

“Oh, my surname is Oddly.” Yvie says, “I took my mother’s surname since… uhm, I guess my father wanted to commemorate her.” Yvie lies, not wanting to mention how her father basically wanted to erase her name from the Hytes family. After a few page flips, Madame Visage still unsuccessfully finds nothing from her list.

“I don’t think we’ve arranged anything for you— but not to fret! That can be quickly fixed.” she says and Yvie’s heartbeat quickens as she realizes that she might have to move into another room with a person that’s not her sister. Brooke even seems perplexed that they weren’t assigned to the same room.

“I think father forgot I existed,” Yvie whispers to her sister and Brooke shrugs, “Actually, not forgot— I think he’s purposely trying to erase my existence.”

“I know— he’s a dick, Yves,” Brooke whispers back.

From afar, she notices how Scarlet seemed to still have an issue concerning her essay and getting into Madame Visage’s sorcery class. She didn’t even seem to listen to what was going down at the moment.

“Okay, so which one of you kind ladies would volunteer to room with Miss Yvie?” Madame Visage asks, and the room goes cold, everyone silent. Yvie crosses her arms and hopes that the headmistress would rearrange the room assignments just for Brooke to end up with her.

Then, surprisingly, Scarlet spoke up, raising her arm. Yvie’s blood runs cold, was she not paying attention to her question? Madame Visage took this opportunity and immediately assigned Yvie to Scarlet, “Ah, Miss Envy, you’re special after all!”

“Oh thanks— wait, what’s going on?”

“Miss Yvie, you may share with Miss Scarlet,” Madame Visage says and the room erupts into chaos as they all seemed to give Yvie a jealous death glare. Yvie and Brooke share confused and panicked looks, not knowing how to react or how to change the mind of the headmistress.

“But Madame, I’ve always looked after my sister—“ Yvie says, trying to sound as calm as possible despite the anxiety growing within her.

“The governer made his concern for your sister’s well being very clear. I think it’s best if I take her to my own private compartment where I can assist her whenever she needs—“

“But Madame—“ Scarlet even begins to protest with Yvie but she raises a hand to silence Scarlet. Scarlet and Yvie exchange scared glances before they try and protest again.

“No more buts, you two! I’m sure you two can manage. Now,” Madame Visage approaches Brooke and begins handling her wheelchair on her own as if Brooke was a child who didn’t know how to move herself around. So much for thinking the teachers here weren’t assholes. “Now, does anyone else have an issue with their rooms?” she asks, and everyone stays quiet, picking up their suitcases again, getting ready to leave the room. “Okay good, Miss Brooke, let’s take our leave as well—“ the headmistress says as Brooke awkwardly lets her push her wheelchair, looking very uncomfortable.

Yvie’s eyebrows knit as she watches this obscene situation in front of her. First she assigns her with probably the most obnoxious person in Shiz, and now she’s taking away her sister?

Yvie was not having it.

“Let her go!” Yvie snarls with gripped fists as she dark aura begins to surround her. Everyone gasps as they watch Yvie’s hair defy gravity and the dark aura surrounding Yvie grow larger and larger. Yvie raises her left hand and begins to pull Brooke away from Madame Visage through telekinesis. Brooke’s wheelchair rolled backwards until it was under the grasp of Yvie. Once reunited, the dark aura begins to disperse and Yvie began to calm down.

There was a pregnant silence as everyone eyed at Yvie with both terror and awe. Clearly embarrassed, Brooke covered how flushed she was with her hands, hoping everyone would stop gazing at them. Yvie places an apologetic hand on Brooke’s shoulder, hoping she wouldn’t be mad at her again while she waits to be scolded and expelled by Madame Visage.

“How— how did you do that?” Madame Visage asks and Yvie risks taking a glance at how Madame Visage looked. Surprisingly, she looked impressed, her hands clasped together in delight as he eyebrows were raised. “Oh my Oz, how did you do that?”

“H-how… did she do that?” murmurs Scarlet as everyone around her began whispering in each other’s ears.

Yvie was quiet, unsure of what to answer. This… magic she has is something she always kept secret and she never thought she would be able to showcase it so easily like that. While she wasn’t so ashamed of her appearance, she felt the opposite for her powers. The idea of being magical was nice, of course, but nobody ever mentioned how much effort it took not to accidentally unleash it in front of everybody. She can count how much she’s accidentally hurt people just because of how incredibly clumsy she was. She didn’t only hurt others but herself as well— if she suppressed her powers for too long, everything inside her body would ache, scream, and possibly morph. That’s why the streaks under her eyes just darken every now and then. This was also the reason why her skin was so stretchy and why her bones were so brittle that she can flex her body in every direction.

Not realizing she’s been quiet for too long, Brooke nudges her, “Yvie, speak up,” Brooke whispers, her face still super flushed.

“I—I uhm, I’m sorry. Sometimes it justs… happens. I promise I’ll try my best to control it—“

“What? Don’t apologize for that— that was talent! Do you ever consider taking a career in sorcery?” Madame Visage says and surprises everyone. Even Brooke looked shocked and maybe a little amused. Yvie felt slightly flattered; nobody in her lifetime would ever commend her on anything.

With a shy smile, Yvie says, “S-sorcery?”

“Yes, sorcery! I shall take you under my wing and will accept no other students.” Madame Visage states and everyone collectively gasps. If people weren’t envious enough that she gets to room with Scarlet, people were definitely envious now that Madame Visage gave her such a precious offer.

“No other students…?” Scarlet whispers in a blue tone and Yvie smirks to herself.

Madame Visage claps twice again, immediately silencing the murmurs, “Okay, everyone’s dismissed. Miss Oddly, I’d love to have a word with you,” she says with an enthusiastic expression. While Yvie was glad she finally got complimented on something, everyone else looked aggravated as they picked up their suitcases and left. Scarlet definitely looked the most irked with her deep frown and quiet stature.

Once everyone left except for the headmistress and the two sisters, Madame Visage made her way to Yvie with excitement. Brooke wheels away slightly so she couldn’t get in the way of their conversation. “I have waited for so long to find a student just as special and gifted as you are.” she states and it was music to Yvie’s ears.

“Uh, thank you?” Yvie says, unable to contain her happiness. Brooke’s shame slowly evaporated as well as she looked more proud of Yvie now.

“No, Yvie, you don’t get it— this gift can make you the Wizard’s grand vizier!” Madame Visage says as she reaches out to reach both of Yvie’s hands.

“Grand vizier? Like, the Wizard’s grand vizier?” Yvie says as joy bubbles in her chest. The Wizard was such an inspirational person to Yvie and unquestionably to everyone else in Oz as well. He is a great leader and always pushed Oz towards the right direction. Yvie would kill to assist the Wizard but now, she guesses she doesn’t have to.

“Yes, and I promise I will guide you and train you so that you can use those powers for good. Then maybe, I can write you to the Wizard to notify him of your talents,” Madame Visage says and beside her, Brooke squeals cheerfully, shaking Yvie’s arm with utmost delight.

“I—I don’t know what to say, Madame,” Yvie says with a bright smile, “Is there a catch? There should be some catch.”

“No catch; just be a great student, make me laugh at times, and everything’ll be good.” Madame Visage says but Brooke clears her throat loudly, implying that there was definitely a catch with Yvie not being able to room with Scarlet. Madame Visage gives a sorry expression, “I’m sorry but I can’t do anything else. I would never lie to the governor.” she states and Brooke sighs disappointingly.

“Well, it was kinda expected anyways,” Brooke says, “But uhm, Madame, I can push my own wheelchair, if that’s fine by you,”

“Oh, of course! But still, I’ll do my best to help you whenever I can.”

“Thank you.”

“Uhm, excuse me, Madame Visage?” someone reenters the room, shyly staying by the entrance. Recognizing the red hair, Yvie denotes it was Scarlet. “I was thinking whet—“

“Perfect timing, Miss Envy, you can bring Miss Oddly here to your private suite.” Madame Visage says as she approaches the exit holding Brooke’s suitcase while she signals her to come with. Madame Visage undoubtedly wanted to avoid Scarlet’s inquiries and Yvie thinks it was quite entertaining, “I’m expecting a lot from you, Miss Oddly. I’ll be seeing you,” Madame Visage says before leaving and ignoring the presence of Scarlet. Brooke waves a hurried goodbye towards Yvie before leaving alongside Madame Visage.

Then, Yvie was left with Scarlet, both quite speechless because of the situations that just happened this morning. With a pissy expression, Scarlet speaks, “Ugh just… come with me. The room’s not too far away if you don’t consider stairs.”

Yvie then nods as she picks up her suitcase and follows Scarlet silently. Inside her, the excitement still hasn’t faded as she ponders of what her future could possibly hold for her.

But before the Wizard, she has to deal with her insufferable roommate.

footnotes: — yes, brooke is on a wheelchair, i know. she kinda needed to be because the character she’s based on (nessarose) is on a wheelchair. — yvie and brooke’s parents are not based on their real parents; they’re based on elphaba’s real parents, frex and melena. though i made melena a bit kinder, frex is still as douchey as ever. — since i’m using michelle visage as madame morrible, i hope it doesn’t look like i’m villainizing michelle, lmao. i just thought she’d fit well as the role. — yvie’s appearance is her witch outfit from the monster ball and scarlet’s is that outfit of hers in a red wig and red, rose-coated catsuit. though, imagine that she’s wearing her legendary look first. — there are four main places in oz i decided to include (not including emerald city) which are gillikin, quadling county, the vinkus, and munchkinland. scarlet and many others will belong to the gillikins (they dominate the university because they’re privileged af) while brooke and yvie are from munchkinland. their father is the governor of munchkinland. — honestly, i don’t even know if they say ‘oh my god’ in oz just because their religion is sorta confusing but just know the characters will say ‘oh oz’ or ‘oh my oz’ a lot. — some events will directly mirror the musical so if you wanna try getting into that, that’ll make a lot of the scenes understandable.

#rpdr fanfiction #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #michelle visage #brooke lynn hytes #scyvie #wicked au #college au #yaiwdg #amelieee #s11 #ra’jah o’hara

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Out of Sight, Not Out of Mind - Chapter 1: Accomodation

Synopsis: While Mane 6 are on a research mission in a small town from another world called 'Earth', they learn about an old myth among the inhabitants: the Slender Man. What is the ugly truth of this haunted town? Will they survive the monster's deadly grasps?

A loud thud was heard. Mane six found themselves in what seemed like a small, dark room. The space felt tight between them.

“Wh…Where are we?” Twilight asked, blindly struggling to make her way through her friends’ limbs. “Girls, are you here?”

“Yeah, Twilight. Kinda crushed, but fine” Rainbow Dash confirmed. “Better ask, what are we? Because I don’t feel myself at this moment…”

“Let me see if there’s a way out…” Twilight’s limbs felt weird when she moved, like she was on sticks; with all her efforts, she touched something that seemed like a door knob. Her new members made it difficult to open the door and get out, but she finally managed. The unicorn tripped and fell on the floor; it felt rough.

“This is strange…” she muttered.

Meanwhile, Rarity rose to stand on her feet and turned around to look in the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she gasped in awe. She wasn’t a pony anymore, but a being with two long legs and other two members with…claws? Her skin was a light shade of peach instead of white and her face was totally different, she noted as she patted it; it lacked the nuzzle, but there were other new features instead. Rarity descended her upper extremities to the chest and squeezed the two mounds of flesh on it. This felt even weirder to her.

“What are those?” she asked, completely puzzled by the sight of her new body parts.

“I don’t know, let me see if there’s a library…Ah, here we go…” Twilight replied. She struggled to rise from the floor and stand up while approaching the small bookshelves in the wall near her; squinting her now small eyes at the titles, she noticed a book titled: “Imaging Atlas of Human Anatomy by Jonathan D. Spratt & Co.”. Twilight stared at the book for a second, then tried to pick it up with her little long ‘branches’.

“Sweet Celestia, how can I even open it without magic? Or at least a nuzzle…”

After a while, she finally figured it out; she had to pick two of her bony extremities in order to turn the pages of the book. Twilight took a look on each of the pages with beautifully-colored illustrations and essential information about this weird species called ‘human’…species to which she and her friends belonged at this moment, it seemed.

“Girls, I found something! We are some beings called…humans. Seems like they’re the inhabitants of Earth. And that’s what the princess meant when she said that ‘we’ll blend in’ “

“Humans? What kind of sorcery is this?” Rainbow Dash pointed out.

“Well, get over here if you wanna know more! Here, let me show you how humans walk…”

Twilight applied the new theories on her friends, and taught them how to walk and keep their balance while standing up. The six girls spent the entire night doing research on the humans’ complicated anatomy, structure and customs.They learnt that the long extremities that grew out of their ‘hooves’ are called ‘fingers’, and that they have many uses, like picking up objects and writing. They also learnt about the physiology of the human body, like its stages of development: baby, child, teenager, adult and elder. From what Twilight read, she placed herself and the others in the ‘teenager’ category, considering that wrinkles weren’t present on their faces, and they looked too mature to be children.

“How old are we, I wonder?” she asked. “If we are teenagers, it seems that we also study in a school or something. Right?”

“I suppose, darling” Rarity shrugged. “Why not ask the locals about it?”

“Not yet…” Twilight murmured. “I don’t think it’s safe for us to go out for now. There has to be brochure or something with information about this town.” She spoke while searching through the shelves. “I don’t even know where we live, to be honest!”

Meanwhile, someone was knocking at the door. The girls panicked and and started hiding around the apartment. Only Twilight approached the entrance door and looked through the peephole; she saw an old female human that seemed quite harmless, even well-intentioned.

“Hello? Is anybody there?” the woman asked with a soft voice.

“Um, yes?” Twilight replied.

“I heard a young girl moved in our complex and I wanted to give her a warm welcome…I even brought something sweet for her; I hoped she would be home”

Twilight quickly opened the door and stood in front of the old lady. She had greyish white hair tied in a bun; this hairstyle pinpointed her glimmering brown eyes that were surrounded by deep wrinkles and eyebags. Still, her expression gave a hint of kindness in her heart. The woman wore a perriwinkle angle-length dress with a white ruffled apron over it. She held a tray with a big pie in her small and wrinkled hands.

“Oh, you must be miss Tara Sparkle, right?” she asked while pinching one of Twilight’s cheeks.

“Uh, yes, I guess…” the young girl answered, puzzled that the human had addressed her with another name.

“You guess? Ahahaha! Youngsters nowadays and their odd sense of humor!” the old lady chuckled.

“Um, excuse me, ma’am, but what school for teenagers is in this area?” Twilight interrupted.

“Oh, you mean highschool, sweetheart? You must be new here…Welcome to Waukesha, by the way! The nearby highschool that you’re asking about is Waukesha South High School, dear! It’s a few meters from here. I’m sure you’ll find it easily, you’re a smart girl, from what I see…”

Twilight noticed a hint of irony in the old woman’s sayings, but she decided to ignore it.

“Well, thank you for the information, miss…” “…Abigail. Abigail Wilson. But you can call me miss Abby, my dear!” the woman added with a smile on her face. “Oh, almost forgot! Here is your pie! Hope you like it, and have a great time, sweetie! Good night!”

“Um, thank you…You as well!” the teenager replied while taking the tray. She smiled at miss Abby, then closed the door slowly.

“So, who was at the door?” Rainbow Dash asked, dumbfounded by their conversation at the doorstep.

“One of my neighbours. Yeah…” Twilight sighed, while putting the pie on the kitchen table. “Seems like we’re students at Waukesha South High School or something”

“Wau-what? Woah, this must be a secluded place in this world…”

“It might be, who knows? What time is it, by the way?”

Pinkie Pie looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s eight o’clock…”

“…In the evening.” Fluttershy pointed out while looking through the window. “What’s the date though?”

“Is there a calendar? Oh, right; it’s Sunday, 21st May…We can go tomorrow then” Twilight replied.

“Where are we gonna stay, sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

“Here, I suppose…” Twilight said with uncertainty. “Please, make yourselves at home!”

Say no more; Rainbow Dash already started looking for food, and found nothing more than a few tomatoes in the fridge and five bread slices in the cupboard.

“Aww, that’s all we’ve got to eat? Bummer!”

“I’ll buy more tomorrow, after I finally figure out how humans’ system works.” Twilight explained while rifling through another book that she just found in the bookshelves: ‘Life in the USA, by Planaria J. Price and Euphronia Awakuni’

Two hours passed and the girls already fell asleep one by one, except Twilight, who was still reading information about the human society. She was eager to find out more about this entirely new species, and she couldn’t stop just now.

“A little less sleep won’t kill anyone, so let’s dig deeper into all of this…” she said to herself while continuing her studies.

*Next day*

A rooster’s cry sounded in the distance, which woke up Twilight despite her tireness, and she startled, suddenly realising that it was morning and she had to go to school. She watched the clock in deep shock.

“Girls, wake up, it’s half past seven!”

“Mph, what the heck is so important today, Twilight?” Rainbow Dash muttered, visibly annoyed by her friend’s call.

“It’s a school day. Good morning sunshine!” Twilight ironically whispered in her ear. She furiously draped the curtains.

“Ugh, sweet Celestia!” RD screamed in ‘agony’, blinded by the light outside.

The others woke up slowly to the noise, completely confused. It took a while for everyone to get ready and Twilight grew impatient with each minute.

“Come on, we’re going to be late!”

“Be patient, darling! Nobody will kill you if you’re five minutes late…” Rarity said, trying to comfort her.

“Unless it’s the very first class…and it’s been more than five minutes!”

“Calm down, egghead. We’re ready to go now!” Rainbow Dash pointed out. “Though, I don’t have any books with me…”

“I’ll just take three books and these papers over here for now” Twilight replied while grabbing said pieces of paper.“Took the key, let’s go!”

Almost everyone got outside, except Twilight, who struggled to lock the door with her new assets called ‘hands’.

“What is it now, Twilight?” Rainbow Dash yelled from downstairs.

“I don’t know how to lock this thing…Just a second”

“Let me show you, sweetheart” a voice offered from behind. It was her neighbour, miss Abby.

“Goodness, it was you, ma’am!” Twilight startled. “Please do…”

“Alright, so you use your fingers like this and then you rotate like this…” miss Abby explained patiently. “Are your locks different than ours?”

“Not really. Only the way of locking doors is…quite different.”

“Ah, I see. Here you go” the old lady nodded, then gave her the key. “Have a nice day at school, dear!”

“Thank you!” the youngster replied while heading downstairs.

*at the school courtyard*

“Here we are! Wow, this is nothing like what is in Equestria…it’s more grey in the surroundings” Twilight pointed out.

“So, which one is our class, Twilight?” Pinkie asked in excitement. “I can’t wait to meet my new classmates and make new friends!”

“Be patient, we have to ask the principal first. They must have one, right?”

“There’s only one way to find out. Come on!” Rainbow Dash called out to her friends.

The school hallways were definitely duller and less colourful than the equestrian schools, but at least there were a few strange ‘colour patches’ that lightened the halls, and way larger than any other school they had ever seen before. Twilight was astonished by the organised atmosphere of the high school, and she was eager to discover more.

“So, does anybody know where’s the principal’s office or something?” Rainbow Dash asked, interrupting Twilight’s current state of trance. “Or lemme see if one of these people do” she continued while going to a group of students.

“Um, hey, we’re new here, and we need to see the principal. Can you give me and my friends some directions please?”she asked to a long-haired brunette dressed casually, who seemed pretty nice.

“Welcome!” the girl greeted with a broad smile. “Well, the principal’s office is not too far, just turn to the left and you’ll find it in no time; the door actually has a sign on it, and it can be easier to find. Good luck!”

“Thank you lots! See you later” Rainbow Dash replied, completely satisified on the inside. “Yes, it was too easy! Come on girls, to the left!”

#mlp #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp crossover #crossover #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction #human mane 6 #humanized mane 6 #human twilight sparkle #human rarity #human rainbow dash #human fluttershy #human pinkie pie #human applejack #original character insert #slice of life #writing

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catrobinsson · 3 years

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Rehearsal diaries

03 Jan - Once our genre was determined, a starting point for structuring our performance was initially independent writing, guided by interactive ‘Zoom’ meetings. In this particular session we began to implement elements of important dramaturgy that would help create an important impression on an audience (Psychology, Behavioral and Science, S. 2015). Whilst adding our own material to the shared google document, concerning our dialogue. We, as a group, wanted to make sure we had a particular ‘line’ in the performance that tied everything together. After deliberating and discussing some ideas, we had the collective idea of adding the line “We’ve made some great progress.” to end each performer's dialogue. This would help set a distinguished ‘location’ to each section by having the monologues, in the context of a therapist appointment. Additionally to this, the repetition of this line added to the dramaturgy because it was symbolic of what some therapists/counsellors say to a patient. Regardless of if it’s true or not. This points out to the audience that humanity is often taken out of these ‘help programs’ due to the strict regime of the system. This common phrase also would help evoke reaction among audience members as their frustration with the therapist would grow. However, it is important to note that often there is an element of human error often concerning ‘mental health appointments’. Therapists see multiple people with complex issues every day so subsequently, as a human they are not always going to provide the best help they can give constantly, as this line of work requires a lot of mental restraint. As a result of this factor, we structurally made the choice to put ‘James’ therapist monologue in the very beginning of the performance, to allow the audience to gain a better perspective and insight into the life of the therapist. This was to allow both understanding but frustration towards this character, highlighting the dysfunctional system of seeking for mental health support and with the support itself.

13th Jan - A specific moment during this rehearsal, that was a breakthrough moment, was establishing characters. Due to the sensitivity of our piece and my personal attachment to it. It was important that although, contextually some of this dialog was based on my personal experiences, I wanted to remove myself from the character. I did this because I wanted to act to the best of my ability without necessarily performing as myself. This not only allowed me to draw emotion up from elements of my own experiences but also gave me the protection of inhabiting a different character, whose responses to certain events may differ slightly from my own. The practitioner Konstantin Stanislavski, also supported this notion. Stanislavski’s method was to draw upon your own feelings and experiences to articulate a ‘truthful’ performance ‌(Scholte, T. 2010). I wanted this to be a real, naturalistic interpretation of what my character felt rather than a dramatized performance or something that was potentially triggering to myself. This personal development led to the creation of my character ‘Ella’. During this session and adopting some of Stanislavski’s principles, we tried an improvisation exercise (Scholte, T. 2010). My group and I created the scenario of a group therapy session. Within this exercise ‘James’ the character of the group therapist, was saying that due to protocol, this would be our last session, regardless of any ‘progress’ we had made. Martina and I took different approaches when responding to this news. This exercise allowed us to show our frustration with the “therapist” in character, and gave us inspiration on how we could write and perform our script. This process was a big breakthrough for me personally, as an actor, as it gave me insight into the inner workings and psychological responses of my character ‘Ella’. As all performances had to be conducted over zoom, rather than a designated work space, I found it difficult to get into an acting mindset. However, by doing this improvisation exercise it allowed me to have a breakthrough and insight to how my character would perform and how ‘Ella’ would look to an audience.

18th Jan - As our performance began to take shape and we had a script prepared. We began to add specific acting choices to help develop our performance further. In the first section of our performance we had monologues aimed at the camera rather than in the context of a therapist appointment, which came within section two. We did this to directly address the audience and to introduce our ‘characters’ and offer anecdotes to our story. When watching one another perform each of our monologues, I had the idea of having other characters interject into their dialogue, to create a theatrical element to the performance, whilst still maintaining the naturalistic format. This idea was incorporated into both my monologue and Loics’ monologue, in the beginning of the performance. For example, in Loics part we had other people say the line “We need to see evidence of self harm”, and within mine we had “I’m not qualified to handle this” among others. All of which were real quotes from ‘professionals” that we had both experienced thus adding to the verbatim theatre process. By having an intruding voice, it helped build imagery for the audience in terms of re-enacting these experiences through performance. A technical difficulty we faced however, was that intentionally we were going to say those lines simultaneously as a group. Although, due to the nature of ‘online’ performance, and having different levels of internet connection, resulting in our dialogue being slightly out of sync, we decided to distribute the lines to one performer at a time. This allowed it to sound more clear for the audience, thus subsequently adding the audience experience. In addition to this we also looked at possible costume ideas. We made sure that our costumes complemented our characters. For example, I wanted to wear loose fitting clothes, including an oversized top and nightwear bottoms, creating a ‘unkempt’ look. This would be to infer my character is not looking after herself physically, which is often a symptom of depression or other mental illnesses. I also made myself have prominent ‘eyebags’ with makeup, this was intentional to further display to the audience the look of being sleep deprived. By including all of these elements it becomes increasingly more difficult and uncomfortable for the audience to watch. Especially when the character of the therapist says the line ‘... as our third and final session comes to a close..” as it is evident that my character isn’t in a good place. This also makes it uncomfortable when the calls seemingly ends and the audience is left wondering what the future will hold for my character.

31st Jan - Within this rehearsal, we specifically focused on our tech and staging choices. I struggled slightly with finding an appropriate background and environment that my character would be in. I wanted to make sure that the lighting was correct and the space I was in felt isolated and inclosed. This was because my piece demanded a lot of emotional response, including a moment of absolute helplessness when pleading with the therapist to allow me more sessions and to continue the help. I wanted to set the scene and to demonstrate to the audience that I was in a state of desperateness that was reflected in my surroundings. This led to a trial and error process that made me move to different areas and spaces in my house, playing around with how the lighting looked on my face. From this, and asking for group feedback, I found that the best space was actually in my hallway, as it had slightly poorer lighting than the other rooms. I also made sure to sit down in the corner of the hallway on the floor, to create that feeling of entrapment. In addition to this, I didn't want my background to be too dark as I wanted the audience to see my face clearly. I then had the idea of putting a white light behind my camera to illuminate my face. The white light would also help my features to appear more pale, making me look more washed out and tired. Thus consequently adding to the atmosphere of the piece and allowing the audience to infer that I am in emotional distress. As for the other characters we also closely looked at what their backgrounds inferred to the audience. This included making sure that the character of the therapist had a clinical feel to his background in order to set the scene of professionalism. By focusing closely on these aspects, it really helped develop our performance and make it look more visually dynamic to the audience. Additionally looking at the background (e.g staging) it helped all of us get into character.

Once this was established we then began to focus on ‘tech’ and ‘audio’ sounds to help heighten the entirety of the performance. We wanted to incorporate specific sound effects to help aid the message we were trying to put across, therefore adding to the dramaturgy. A common theme within our performance was the element of ‘time’ and the importance of it, especially when relating it to the strict time conditions of therapy appointments. This helped initiate the idea of the ‘ticking clock’ that would be heard during ‘James’s’ monologues. This symbolised the passing of time and how the lack of it can have a detrimental effect on an individual. It also conveyed the atmosphere of feeling rushed, and overly conscious of ‘time’ which was intentional with this sound effect. Another sound effect we incorporated was that of ‘coffee shop ambience”. This was in reference to my monologue in the first section, regarding meeting with a counsellor in a “Public coffee shop” and the uncomfortableness that came with that. The loud, busy noises of this sound effect was meant to not only set a ‘location’ but to also feel invasive. It also symbolizes that often mental illness hides in plain sight. The juxtaposition of the privacy of the dialogue I was saying (concerning topics of suicide and mental illness) compared to the busy sounding environment illustrates the intrusion of the background sounds. This is why we made the decision to continue this audio sound in the second section of my dialogue. Another sound effect we incorporated was a soundscape. This would help accentuate the ‘dissociation’ element within ‘Loics’ section. We did this by overlapping various sounds and blending them together. This included the repetition of phrases like “are you okay?” and “hello” helped give perspective to what was happening in ‘Loics’ mind internally, while performing his monologue. This build up of sound continued until it abruptly finished when ‘James’ says the line ‘Hello, hello? Yeah Hi mate...”. This is to draw the audience back into the session, within the context of this performance and also helps to build tension. This particular section was influenced by other theatrical performances we’ve seen previously. For instance, within the show ‘Love Letters’ by ‘The Uninvited Guests’, that was also performed via ‘zoom’, they included sound to coincide with their dialogue to help elevate the emotion behind what the words they were performing. Within my group, we all loved the impact this made on us and wanted to include it within our own performance.

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jeon wonwoo | “I’m a thief/hacker/murderer and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as my partner" hacker!au. | 2.5k words. | fluff, humor. requested.

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received: 8:23 a.m., may 12th, 2017

+82-1-452-5336: open your door, jeon~ your biggest fan is here with food and a proposition for you

“You could at least shut the door when you break into my house, you know.” Wonwoo’s dark eyes don’t have to stray from their focus on the bright screen before him to know that you’re huffing indignantly under your breath and backtracking the several steps it would take to kick his bedroom door shut once more. He can even hear your muttered “what’s the point in closing the door? you live alone anyway” over the sounds of his pale fingers typing away at his keyboard, mind none too focused on anything but the task at hand. He knew you well enough now that if you had something important to say, you’d say it on your own accord, whether he looked like he was listening or not.

Your hands are full of bags of unhealthy snacks, from his favorite bottled vanilla mocha lattes to the family sized bag of potato chips that were his favorite barbecue flavor. You even littered some strawberry pocky in there too, for reasons Wonwoo never let you get close enough to him to try out, but they were still pretty tasty even just for eating purposes. “I’m guessing you’re busy with a new mission since you’re never up this early unless you’ve pulled an all-nighter.” You assume, and you get your answer when Wonwoo’s droopy eyes cast a tired look over his shoulder to you, eyes rimmed with a dark brush that leaves you heaving a sigh. “You should eat at least. Look, I brought your favorite coffee.”

“No thanks. If I have any more caffeine, I’m going to pass into another realm of being.” He replies monotonously, and you make due note of the several coffee cups laying scattered around his extensive desk, just some of the unwashed dishes that clutter his working space, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You hear a faint buzzing somewhere in the room and deduct that he hasn’t cleaned up in a few days, much to your concern. Carefully pulling up a stray chair to sit next to him at his desk, you settle a bottle of water next to him instead, still cool to the touch from your quick drive to the nearest convenience store from his hilltop home. There were seldom places to shop around the area which was apart of the appeal for Wonwoo, seeing as he could go days without hearing a car drive by his home, and that car was usually a delivery van dropping off whatever essentials he was too busy to go out and buy on his own.

Wonwoo gives you an irritated side glance. Then he accepts the water without another word.

“What has my stalker come to pester me about this week?” Wonwoo sighs, pushing his chair away from the desk and swirling around to face you. He tucks one leg underneath himself in the roomy office chair, the black leather seat letting him recline back some to give you a pensive look.

“Can’t I just come by and visit my favorite genius hacker every once in a while?” You bat your eyelashes, shooting him a sly smile.

“No. I would have filed a restraining order at this point if I wasn’t on the run from the South Korean government.”

“You love me.”

“I do not, and you’re obsessed with me. If you ask to be my partner one more time I’m going to hurtle myself into the nearest brick wall.”

You roll your eyes and dig out a pack of gummy worms from one of the plastic bags you brought, ripping the edge open with your teeth as you made yourself comfortable, “Well, that’s just asking for me to baby you back to health, now isn’t it?” “I’m going in for the kill.” “Speaking of kill, I have fantastic news! You know that mission your boss called you about last night? The one about taking out that money laundering ambassador from France who’s coming to the Golden Gala tonight?”

Wonwoo resists the urge to heave a stressed sigh; of course you had tapped into his phone calls again, of course you were here to ask him to help again. It’s what you lived for, which boggled his mind seeing as you were the daughter and heir to the ceo of a major company, your money having lasted since the days of Wonwoo’s grandparents, God rest their souls. You had wealth, status, and beauty to go with every inch of your worth, and yet here you were, spending nearly every waking second trying to shadow after him like a lost puppy. He had never understood your fascination with the world of crime that he’d been tangled in since his early days at university, but he couldn’t lie and say you weren’t good at it. “It” being the ability to stalk a criminal who stalked for a living. You still amazed him with the sheer skill your obsession allowed you, even if he never mentioned it. In a way, he was pretty proud to have you as a fan.

“Yes. Which, mind you, I only have 12 hours to dig up enough information on only to then physically go in undercover to hack and retrieve very dangerous files on said ambassador before midnight. So whatever news you have, I’d like to hear it in the next five minutes before I tune you out completely.” To further emphasize his point, Wonwoo grabs his phone and asks the artificial intelligence installed in the software to set a timer for five minutes.

When the A.I. gives him the okay, you spit out the first thing you can to grab his attention. “I can get you into the party with all the information you need right now.”

To solidify your legitness, you shrug your backpack off your shoulder and dig around messily for a few seconds before grasping and retrieving the thick, frayed manila folder from the contents of your bag and dropping it on top of his desk before him.

Wonwoo looks from you to the folder, eyes rapidly widening when he realizes that he had missed one very great detail about the Golden Gala. It was a night for many influential and wealthy counterparts to gather and discuss business from all over the world held in Seoul one night a year. And you, your dad more specifically, was an honored regular at that party. Not only were these influential guests invited, but they were also encouraged to bring along guests of their own. You had often been one of the “plus two”’s for your father, and you were most likely going again this year too.

You knew this party as well as any skilled insider did, and you had more know-how about the exclusive event than any paid hacker like him. Hell, you mingled with the very people Wonwoo’s agency spent years trying to gather incriminating information on. And you were his biggest fan, wanting nothing more than to assist him in his trade because… for some weird reason, you admired him.

How could he miss such an opportunity?

“(Y/N),” he says your name in a relieved breath, the several hours of searching and compiling information falling very short as he read through what you had gathered, “you have to be an angel.”

You try (and fail) to hide the giddy, bashful smile that consumes your expression right after, instead opting to puff out your chest a bit in pride, “Everything you ever need to know about Monsieur Garreau is in this folder. Which cuts your 12 hour time-mark down to… nothing? You can spend the rest of your time getting ready for the gala tonight and getting some proper rest. No one’s going to take you for someone worthy of being invited to a party like this if you’ve got eyebags deeper than these scumbags’ wallets.”

“I can’t just take this from you… can I? This must have caused you some trouble to put together,” and as much as Wonwoo hates to say it, his conscience (of which he was once certain he didn’t have at all) is eating away at him, begging him to make this even, “I have to repay you.”

Your eyes sparkle as if you were waiting for that very statement, but there’s also something soft in them that takes Wonwoo aback, “You don’t have to do it. Honestly, I’d cover your tracks either way, but… be my date tonight.”

Wonwoo’s mouth drops open in surprise, and your nerves catch up to you soon after.

“I-I thought about it and, I mean, if I bring you along with me as my date, I could get you much farther than you could get on your own. I’ve been going to this party for years. I know everyone, I know everything. I can cover for you when you need to extract information, and my dad won’t inquire too much about you with me there. Plus, I’m going to get you a nice suit and makeover either way. This is very important, and I want to help you. That’s all I want.”

Your hands are folded gingerly in your lap, a small smile on your features that shakes a bit when Wonwoo continues to stare at you in awe. There was no denying you found Wonwoo attractive, amongst the many other things you admired about the talented hacker, and his prolonged attention on you was more than he’d given you since the first time you two had met at your hand. You had dreamed of meeting the object of your admiration for so long, and often wondered why he had yet to try and threaten you past changing the passcode to his high-intensity security system. In your mind, Wonwoo was someone of such expertise that you had admittedly felt a bit amateur in his presence.

Wonwoo, too, found you way out of his league, someone headed somewhere with their life one day while he was living isolated in a life of lawlessness and destruction. You two were not meant to meet except out of your own implementation, starkly different in personality and world… yet he found you oddly helpful. Not yet close to indispensable, but not completely useless either.

And… maybe you were kind of nice to have around to bother him every once in awhile, a comfortable change from the silent loneliness of his otherwise too large, too empty house.

You weren’t even forcing him into this, giving him the full go-ahead to simply take your information and go in alone. The most he’d suffer is your puppy dog eyes and a little guilt on his part at best.

But, you had gone through all this trouble without being asked, and it wasn’t like having you around would hurt his mission in any way. If anything, you’d save it and his antisocial ass along with it. His alarm suddenly blares at him, and he’s shocked out of his contemplation, his fingers tapping the “stop” button on his alarm with awkward movements. He looks over to you, your face having fallen when you realized your time was up. He could easily turn back around and ask you to leave, brush you off with his usual cold shoulder like he often did. Yet, instead, he found himself doing the exact opposite. “I… don’t see why not.” He finally answers.

Your reaction is instantaneous, and Wonwoo is finding his cold, tired hands wrapped in warm, delicate fingers soon after. You heave him up, pulling him into you and letting his lanky body fall awkwardly against yours when you hug him tight around the torso, the act being the most intimate you’d ever given him (or rather, he let you give him) since you both met. You squeal into the softness of his sweatshirt that carries his heady scent and fabric softener, it being one of the few articles of clothing he’d opted to wash in the last week. With you shoving your nose into his chest, he was silently grateful he had done so.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Wonwoo! I promise I won’t let you down.” You giggle, pulling your head back to rest your chin in the center of his chest, and Wonwoo hoped you didn’t feel the sudden rapid beat of his heart at the proximity you two still had. Your soft hair fell out of your face as you looked up at him, smiling with such happiness that he could have mistaken you for a child on Christmas morning.

With a weary and timid chuckle, Wonwoo raises his hand with uncertainty and then pats your head with the touch of a feather, lightly brushing the hair you messed up after shoving your face into his sweater back into a smooth position. You revel at the attention, shutting your eyes some to enjoy the moment a little longer. Wonwoo tries his best while you’re not looking to make it seem like this wasn’t the first time he’d been this close to another person in the last five months.

Then, you’re suddenly dragging him toward his bed, the sheets a mess from when he’d last been in them yesterday. You pull off your hoodie and toss it toward a pile of his clothes in the corner of the room, and then you hop onto one side of his bed, pulling the boy to follow you soon after. Wonwoo crumples to the mattress in a tired heap, eyes following your movements as you manage to keep a distance from him without him asking you to. Your hands finds the red comforter bunched at the foot of his bed and quickly throw it over the both of you, your face snuggling into one of his pillows like you’d slept in his bed plenty of times before.

Wonwoo watched with curiosity, the content smile overtaking your face being awfully calming to look at, even if he was a little annoyed that your socked feet had kicked him in the shin several times in your attempts to get comfortable. “Better catch up on sleep while you still can, Jeon. Tonight’s going to be one wild party.” You advise, all snuggled up in the warmth of his covers after you find a good position to rest in.

“So, uh… about that makeover. Can I just skip out on that?” “Your hair is dead end central and no amount of sleep you get within the next month will fix those dark circles, so no way in hell. Be glad I’m not having you strapped down and run through a doctor’s office to make sure you haven’t acquired some weird fungus on your body from the amount of time you spend sitting in one place all day.” “…punk.”

You shut your eyes and chuckle, mind attempting its best to wind down your fluttering heartbeat so you could at least try not to make this moment weird for Wonwoo, even though you were screaming internally with all the possibilities the night hours would bring, “You loooove me.”

You don’t even try to hide your smile when Wonwoo decides not to deny it this time.

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