#and then putting sketchbook over it to give it some more noise and texture to make it look less flat

[kakusu-shipping]

If you want to make another Magnificus fic, you could/can you write something with Mags getting jealous of all the attention the Challenger gives the Lonely Wizard? The Challenger would hug, pick up and hang out with Lonely Wizard. Lonely Wiz is loving it and Mags is just stewing in jealousy

Have I ever verbally said I LOVE the phrase "stewing in jealousy", or really just the verb "stewing" on it's own. Seeping. Boiling. Left to soak in an emotion. idk man I just love that.

Lonely Wizard

Magnificus X GN!Reader

In which the title is not referring to the character you're thinking about

Magnificus watched from his tower top as his disowned mage pupils poured out the open door, allowed free after finishing today's chores.

After releasing his pupils, Magnificus had expected them all to leave, run as far from his tower as they could get, and never come back. He couldn't blame them, and he'd prepared himself for the loneliness.

Yet they all stayed, coming back on their old schooling schedules, and while he never went out of his way to actively teach them, they'd still always find some way to learn themselves something and pester him to no end.

Even leaving they were an annoyance.

Youngsters, all of them, they'd make a ruckus talking of their plans for the rest of the day. Magnificus tended to tune them out, but had still gathered tell of their plans.

The one the player called Goobert started side interning under the Dredger, and spent many extra time working clean up at P03's factory.

The one the player called Pike was practicing dual class, spending her time around Grimora's crypt, fighting skeletal foes with a sword, enemies that would neither hold a grudge nor stay down for long.

As for the last one...

They'd developed a rather irritating after school activity.

The one training to be a blue mage, with large white eyes on an otherwise featureless body, the one the Player had called "Lone", as Lonely did not qualify for a name. The one who screamed and screamed and screamed some more. The one who would pound their own foot in the coffee table just to feel something, the one who would rather take a direct attack than put up a shield, the one who nearly drowned just to get a feeling of what it would be like to stand at the bottom of the ocean.

That was the one The Player had chosen to spend their time with.

Magnificus watched in the least direct view as possible as the player ran up to the group of students, clearly being friendly with them, but even more so with the one they'd given such a lovely nickname to.

Lone immediately wrapped their arms around the player, shrieking in a way that made anyone in a 50 mile radius flinch. The kind of noise one would make just to be felt in their throat.

The player was easily lifted off the ground by the taller figure, who then proceeded to spin like a top on their toes. The speed they reach could have easily drilled a hole into the ground, if not for the sudden loss of balance toppling them over.

They fell with the player on their chest, laughing, smiling, in a way Magnificus could never make them do.

Not that he'd ever tried.

Not that he'd ever care to try.

He was no entertainment for a challenger to laugh at, or with, he was a great scrybe, an artist. He had more important things to be doing.

. . .

He decided to keep listening in.

The Player and Lone spent most of their time in Leshy's domain, feeling the many textures of wildlife, swimming in the flowing waters, jumping off high rocky paths, climbing trees, anything Lone wanted to do, and Lone wanted to do Everything.

Today was different. Today, Lone lay in the grass with the player on their chest, soaking in the warm sun of Magnificus' domain. The player weaved nearby flowers together, and they laid there, near silently.

Magnificus found his sketchbook on the ledge before him, a pencil in his hand, and the player already anatomy blocked into place. He considered the second, larger figure, their form and composition to the piece.

He closed his sketchbook and huffed quietly.

The player has always been touchy. They hugged and hung all over the other Scrybes, Magnificus was never safe from their constant need for contact. It wasn't like they were showing favoritism, only hugging and spending time with the mage pupils. They spread their time out evenly amongst everyone they could reach, and they'd always. Always. Been touchy.

Magnificus twirled the pencil in his hand, sketchbook again open, a clean sketch waiting to be inked of the player resting on an unspecified shape sat on the page before him.

His eyes narrowed back to the scene out the window. Lone now wore the flowers the player had so lovingly weaved together on their head, their eyes closed and breathing slow. Had they fallen asleep? Magnificus didn't know they could do that.

"What'cha looking at?"

Magnificus nearly jumped out the window.

He'd been seething so much at the image of his student enjoying such affections, he hadn't even noticed the player was no longer with them, and instead, here in his studio. With him.

The player's smile, and the surprise of their arrival, sent unstead heartbeats rushing though Magnificus' body. He shook, catching his breath in rasps and wheezes. Luckily, these were all rather normal for him, the player didn't seem to notice.

Once he'd gathered himself, Magnificus closed his sketchbook, a lovely inked image of the player and himself resting on a warm summer's day tucked cleanly between the pages. He returned to his easel, feeling suddenly much more content.

He gave a low huff as he picked up his brush, "Do children these days know nothing of knocking?"

#Magnificus #Magnificus X Reader #Inscryption #Hello I am thinking about Mags still and I do not know why #I apologize openly to the Leshy requests waiting in my ask box you are older and deserve priority #but I'm making content for me #I love how innocently people believe the Lonely Wizard to be small #I am on team Lone has the biggest sprite in act 2 are you all insane #Massive bestie #plus I think it just gets funnier if they're massive #Mentions of Goob and Pike because I love them just as much #Would kiss Goob. On the Face. #Tried to keep this one silly because Lone is very silly but kdjgksdjg #I'm also writing from Mag's perspective and he is NOT silly. #Mags drawing without looking without even noticing my beloved #this is a lil short my B it's 4am fkgjdfkgjkfdg #It's been consistently in the 50's this week #and I am DYING #My creativity dies with Spring and resurrects in Autumn #So if I start slowing down it's seasonal depression too hot gonna die sorry y'all #Thanks for letting me write so much for this fandom tho it's fun #Hopfully I cant get a few more good ones out before the heat sets in #Emile's Writing

[weightlessrosewrites]

Albedo x GN! Reader

A/N: I’m dedicating this fic to my friend on AO3, who helped me brainstorm this while we were playing Genshin Impact. If you’d like to check her out, (Sugoi_Potato). I’m sorry if Albedo is ooc? I tried real hard, but I unfortunately don’t have him. I’m saving for him though! Special thanks to @redrose2900 for helping me when I got stuck, ilysm 💕 This fic is just fluff. Reader helping Albedo catch frogs for his experiments.  TW: None.  Masterlist -------------

Helping Albedo catch frogs was definitely something else. For one, he was struggling hard to catch them, and if he did manage to catch one, it slipped from his hands a second later. The near pout on his lips had (Name) utterly amused. In fact, (Name) had already caught a majority of the frogs that Albedo needed.  But watching him flounder around in the in the ponds around Mondstadt was too good to pass up.  According to Albedo, Sucrose normally did this for him; but he’d given her a week off because of a lab incident, and had felt bad for her. He’d been very happy to run into (Name) on his way to Dadaupa Gorge, and they’d been more than happy to help him too.

So, here he was: soaked from head to toe, braids falling out, and sitting in the shallow water in defeat. Certainly a sight to behold of the Chief Alchemist of The Knights of Favonius. Especially with that small pout.  (Name) shook their head, stepping into the water to help him up.  “ Albedo, “ They called gently, leaning over slightly. “ Come on, let me show you. “ Albedo looked up at them after a moment, and gave (Name) a resigned sigh.  “ Okay. “ He stood up with (Name)’s help. “ You need to strip a little, or else you’re going to get a cold. “  Albedo turned his nose up slightly, giving a small huff, but listened regardless and shed his coat. 

“ Boots too, best let your toes dry out. Don’t want to get some sort of foot fungus. “ (Name) chided. Another huff as Albedo leaned over to unlace his boots, and (Name) snickered. Albedo made a soft, displeased noise but said nothing as he pulled his socks off too. He found that he didn’t mind the sandy texture beneath his feet, or how the water gently lapped at his toes with the gentle breeze. He let out a sigh he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.  “ You should go take your stuff over to Dr. Livingstone’s little camp. I’m sure she won’t mind. When you come back over, I’ll show you my trick for catching frogs. Okay? “ They smiled at him. Albedo nodded after a moment, trudging up to where the said adventurer was.

Dr. Livingstone paid him no mind when he mumbled out the reason he was over there, and even had the audacity to laugh when he explained why he was wet. How rude of her, but Albedo couldn’t actually find it in himself to genuinely be upset with her outside of mild annoyance as he trudged back down to where (Name) was waiting for him. 

Albedo walked down to the pond, careful to avoid stepping on any small rocks that’d cause him unnecessary pain. His pickiness elicited a snort from his partner, whom was shin deep in water with their pants rolled up. “ Albedo, “ (Name) sounded exasperated. “ Come here. “  The alchemist obliged, giving (Name) a small smile, to which they returned full force. 

‘This is nice,’ Albedo thought to himself as he knelt down on the bank to grab his sketchbook, taking notes while he watched (Name) show him how to catch frogs. ‘I wonder how long this will last.’ He thought, watching his partner closely. 

“ Are you drawing?! “ Albedo jumped slightly. “ N-no, uh. No. I’m taking notes. “ He explained sheepishly. It was mostly true, because yes, he was technically drawing. (Name) move their hands to their hips.  “ Taking notes on..? “ They prompted, and Albedo let out a soft huff. “ I’m studying the way you catch frogs. I’ve made diagrams with little notes. “ It was a good enough answer for (Name), who’d spent the better half of five minutes ignoring his intense staring. 

“ Think you can do it now? “ They questioned, watching Albedo put his sketchbook down. He shrugged. “ Maybe. “ It was a good enough answer for (Name), who left the water and sat down on a patch of grass. He moved over to sit beside them, letting the waters calm and the frogs come out of hiding. They fell into a comfortable silence as Albedo surveyed the area. Mondstadt was a beautiful place, he felt lucky he got to experience it, but he wished he could share the rolling hills and piney forests with his master. Where ever she may be.  Albedo missed her, as cold and strict as she was. 

“ ..-bedo? “  He blinked, before turning to look at (Name). “ Hm? Is something the matter? “ They shook their head after watching him for a moment. “ You zoned out, I was just making sure you were okay. “ Albedo blinked, and then smiled at them affectionately. Sometimes (Name) reminded him of Klee.  “ I am okay, but.. thank you for checking. “ They nodded slowly, before the pair slipped back into a comfortable atmosphere. 

Albedo got up after a few minutes of relaxing. He didn’t exactly come here to relax, he had a job to do. (Name) watched him scoop up his sketchbook and flip through it. They watched as he nodded minutely to himself, setting it down, and making his way into the shallow water. Albedo moved through the water slowly, looking around for frogs.  It didn’t take Albedo too long to find a mud frog. (Name) watched him get into position, crouching slightly towards the water. They were intrigued on how this was going to go, and they wished they had a way to preserve the moment. 

Albedo moved forward slowly until he was within reach before reaching out and snatching the frog in his hands. He stood up immediately, clutching his hands to his chest. He looked at (Name), eyes wide in surprise. “ It.. It worked. “  They snorted, getting up. “ Of course it worked, silly, I’ve perfected my frog catching technique. “  (Name) walked over to Albedo, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “ Good job, I’m proud of you. “

Albedo blinked. Then blinked again, before his cheeks started to color. “ (N-Name)- “ He flushed. And then the frog wiggled out of Albedo’s hands and launched itself away. He spluttered, going to reach for the frog but instead tripping. (Name) steadied him, laughing.  He flushed in embarrassment, both from the kiss, and tripping. He surely looked like a fool in front of the object of his affection. 

(Name) smiled softly. “ Lets go home. “

#albedo x reader #albedo x gn reader #albedo x gender neutral reader #genshin impact albedo #albedo genshin impact #albedo genshin

[luvlyrv]

The Fleeting Image of You | Wendy x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst and fluff

Summary: Your world was falling apart at the seams, until a mysterious girl fell into your life. Then, you began to fall for her.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: First time I’ve written something with the intention of making you cry. Please tell me if you cried, or if it at least made you sad. That’d be pretty epic. Is it mean of me to say that?

Also, I apologize for taking so long to upload something... I’ve been flooded with work lately and school is just getting way more stressful now :/ I have some stuff lined up for ‘Naughty’ and ‘Our Songs’ btw! Just have to finish.

Date: 2/2/21

You sigh as you sit down in your favorite corner of the library. You set your stuff down, making it known that you'd taken the seat, and stood back up to begin scouring for something new to read.

Spending your time in the quiet and tranquil local library had become a new favorite past-time of yours. It was strange, you thought, how lonely you felt recently. You couldn't help but find yourself disconnected from the majority of the world, a cloud of sadness following you everywhere. No matter how much you tried it felt like you couldn't bother to reach out. Yet, when it came to the library the loneliness exhibited here was not something awful, but rather something chased after. Something you can find comfort in.

You stop in front of a shelf as you reach out for a book with a maroon cover. It seemed to be on the older side. You gently grazed the spine of the book, enjoying the rougher texture it had. You pull it out of the shelf, only to be surprised that it had no writing on either side of the book. Perhaps the title and author would be written in the first page.

You open up the book to look inside. Instead of any text, the first page was a beautiful ink illustration. It seemed to be a design of a mirror. You trace the image and upon closer inspection, it didn't look printed on. It was as if someone drew it in the pages by their self. Maybe someone left their sketchbook here? Or perhaps this was just a strange, unlabeled picture book?

Intrigued by the illustration, you go back to your seat to sit down and flip through the other pages. After the mirror, there was an image of a girl, and after that an image of another girl. You smile a bit, finding the images cute. Especially the one of the second girl, who seemed to share the same hair length and style as you. While in the middle of admiring the art in front of you, you felt a presence. You turn your head up, only for the sight to make your breath hitch as a beautiful woman stood beside you. The stranger was also seemingly enchanted by the book in your hands.

"H-hi" You say softly, mesmerized by how soft her brown hair looked as it cascaded around her face. Her eyes that were scanning the book moved to look into yours. You felt your mouth dry up.

"Hey, I was just wondering if it was okay for me to sit at this table next to you?" The voice that left her mouth was laced with a friendly confidence. You quickly looked around the rest of the library, noticing the overwhelming amount of empty tables. You decide to not question it though, because why would you deny the company of someone like her?

"Sure." You nod as you answer, she flashes you a smile and sits across from you. She tugs at the bookbag she has around her body to open it, pulling out a thick book. You look back at your own book, but you can't seem to focus anymore. You flip the page to try and look busy, but you don't really pay attention to what's on the paper anymore. Your eyes glance back and forth from your book to the woman, who's now peacefully reading.

It takes time for the courage inside of you to build up, and you're afraid of disturbing her, but you felt like you had to say something.

"So… " You begin speaking. The stranger's head perks up as she gives you her attention. "What's your name?"

"Oh I'm sorry!" She laughs a little bit, the noise is akin to a sweet melodic bell. "I never introduced myself. You can call me Seungwan, and you?" You notice that Seungwan slips a bookmark into her book and gently closes her book. It seems like she's giving you her full attention, a feeling you haven't felt in a while. You smile before you talk.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. What brings you here today?" You start playing with your hands underneath the table as the nerves begin to truly settle in.

And that's how it all started.

*

*

For the past couple of weeks your mood had been brightening significantly. Before, it was hard to get out of bed for the day to attend your classes. It was hard to even pick up your phone and reply to the very few messages you got. Most of them being from Yeri, the only person you'd consider a real-friend who occasionally checked in on you. Yet lately you found yourself hopping out of bed, excited with the prospect of wrapping up your day quickly to head to the library as soon as possible.

You now officially considered the library to be your second home. Instead of working at your desk you could work in the quiet library, surrounded by the smell of books and coffee and most importantly, Seungwan. As the two of you grew more familiar with each other Seungwan seemed to have a paradoxical effect on you.

The way her eyes stared into yours, all her little mannerisms, they would make you struggle to continue speaking coherently. At the same time though, her sitting across from you, quietly humming, made you feel at peace.

You wouldn't mind spending everyday like this, an evening filled with library-talk with Seungwan. It wouldn't hurt to switch it up a little though. So, when Seungwan finally came over to your little nook in the library, you excitedly jumped from your seat.

"Seungwan! How about we go do something fun?" You haven't even put your things down, expecting her to say yes. Instead she decided to tease you a bit first.

"Oh, is this not fun enough for you?" She plasters on an exaggeratedly hurt face and you punch her arm softly.

"You know I don't mean it like that. How about we go somewhere else for once?" You lean closer to her and tug on the sleeve of her cardigan to beg, and she quickly sighs in defeat.

"Let's go to a karaoke place then." She casually suggests. Meanwhile you start to panic, because god what if you embarrassed yourself in front of her?

"Well, uhm! I'm not too sure about that, how about we-"

"You're the one who's begging me to go out, so I'm picking where!" There's a playful tone in her voice as she immediately turns away from you, heading outside the library. You quickly follow her and decide not to worry too much about your singing skills.

When you arrive to the karaoke place and are ushered into your own room with Seungwan, you start to get nervous. She doesn't fail to notice the way your wiped your hands on your thighs as she hands you a microphone.

"Are you nervous?" She asks as she grabs a microphone for herself. She steps over towards you and sits down on the plush couch next to you.

"No. Maybe. Just a little." There's a pause before you admit your true feelings. "Yes, a lot." The both of you laugh at your comment before Seungwan gives you a friendly nudge.

"I won't judge! I promise you, just don't worry about it and we'll have fun tonight." She stands up and selects the first song for the evening.

If you didn't say that what you heard was angelic, you would be the world's biggest liar. You couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. It was as if an angel held a private concert just for you. Or perhaps, if sirens were real, this would be what they sounded like. Regardless of what you can compare it to, it was a special sound you wanted to treasure forever.

"I'm not sure how I could top that." You laugh after she finishes. She shakes her head before talking to you.

"Who said anything about being on top? Just have fun!" Then she drags you to go over and choose a song to sing.

You're nervous, you really are, but you decide to trust in Seungwan's words and give an honest performance. You pushed away your worries as you tried to enjoy yourself. By the end of the night, her promise came true. The many duets and solos you guys shared strained your throat, but it was a pain that was worth it.

Before the time in your room ran out Seungwan decided on singing one last song. You gave her some cheers as the song started playing, giving her some not needed (but hopefully appreciated) encouragement. After several seconds she finally started singing. Once again you found yourself feeling like you were on cloud nine solely from her voice.

It took a while for you to snap out in the trance-like state you entered, but once you did you truly appreciated the lyrics that your friend was singing.

"Do you think of me when you open your eyes in the morning? So you think of me when you see something nice? Do you laugh alone out of the blue like I do?"

It's a slow song, a soft song, a song filled with love and affection. It felt like her voice was built for something like this. As you listen to the lyrics heat begins to spread on your face. It felt like recently you've been asking the same questions to yourself about a certain person.

"Tell me is this the first time? Have you fallen for me as much as I have fallen for you?"

Maybe it was the intense desire in your heart that was playing tricks on your eyes, but it seemed like Seungwan's eyes kept looking between you and the screen more than usual. That there was a flicker of something within her welcoming brown eyes. Your heart is pounding too fast now. It threatened to beat out of your chest as your heartbeat filled your ears, becoming louder than the music itself.

"I want to know everything, if my heart has grown deeper than yours like a fool."

Certainly those lingering glances meant nothing. You ignore your feelings as you try to calm yourself down. When the song ended your time at the karaoke room was over. You complimented Seungwan before thanking her for her time. After promising each other to go out for karaoke another time, the two of you went your separate ways home satisfied with the fun night out.

When you got home, you pulled out a familiar maroon book before laying on your bed. You never properly checked it out. Mostly because it didn't even seem like a library book, judging by the fact that it had no stamps nor barcodes. You assumed that not many people were picking it up anyways, and so once you had your time with the book you'd carefully place it back where you found it.

It was odd that you wanted to keep the book so much, but that was due to how strangely comforting it was. Every once in a while you would pull it out again, only to admire it and its wordless contents. Besides the first few pages, every illustration had two girls together. Maybe those two girls were just friends, but in your mind you liked to imagine them as lovers. Your favorite illustration of it all was one towards the end. On the final pages there were illustrations of a night sky speckled with stars, the girls looking out to the sea.

You sigh before putting the book down and turning off the light. Closing your eyes you wonder, is that something you'd like to experience?

*

*

It's been a couple months now. You've spent a considerable amount of time hanging out with Seungwan, as well as a considerable amount of time gushing about her to Yeri. You never explicitly said you liked her, but you certainly didn't hold back on telling your friend every trait you admired about Seungwan.

These days, you and Seungwan would meet up in the library and sometimes stay there for a calm and quiet experience. Other times the two of you would be more inclined to have fun walking around downtown, going to karaoke, or enjoying the bustling energy of a café while drinking coffee.

Today was one of the days where Seungwan suggested to head over to get some coffee. Of course you agreed, as you decided long ago that anywhere Seungwan went you'd want to go too. Not surprised by your easy yes the two of you head out to your typical coffee place.

While in the middle of sipping on coffee Seungwan turns to the side. She rustles through her handbag to pull out two bracelets. She held onto the one with your name on it, while slightly bringing forward the one bearing her name. You stop drinking your beverage as you took a closer look at the bracelet resting in her hand.

It was a simple bracelet made with a dark string running through some beads. You appreciated the cute minimalism of it all. The beads were blue, and after spelling out her name there was a final bead that had a heart on it. You slowly reach out for the bracelet and wear it, admiring the way it felt and looked on your wrist.

You look at Seungwan's wrist as she also adorns the accessory. After your name was also a bead with a heart, and you can't help but to ask why she suddenly gave you such a gift anyways.

"Well… " She begins to look away, perhaps a bit nervously? When looking back at you she quickly looks back down. Unable to hold eye contact she explains herself anyways. "I thought it'd be a nice way to signify our connection. To keep us tied to each other." There's a moment of silence after she says this. You can't possibly control your heart, your mind, your feelings. Could this mean what you wanted it to mean?

"What kind of connection?"

"Whatever kind you want." The words come out a whisper as Seungwan finally looks back at you. Was this an opening? Did she mean what you thought she meant? You let your hand cautiously approach hers. She doesn't back away and let's you take it.

"Can I kiss you?" Your face is fire-hot as you ask, but now more than ever you wanted to. She leans in, and there was the first kiss you shared.

It was short, but it didn't need to be long. When your lips made contact it gave you a feeling of being weightless, yet at the same time it was enough to ground you into reality. This was it. It was really happening.

*

*

It had only been a few short weeks since you and Seungwan started dating. The two of you never said so aloud, but you both knew. She knew by the way you didn't shy to touch and be close with her more than before. You knew by the way she smiled and looked into your eyes. Sometimes when you like someone enough, you don't have to say it to understand.

Today when meeting up at the library Wendy took you out to eat at a nice restaurant. After enjoying dinner together she said she had something important to show you, curiously you followed her as the two of you eventually arrived at the boardwalk.

Since eating dinner took a while, it was now night. The bright white stars speckled the dark blue sky, while the inky black sea reflected the moon and the streetlights. Seungwan takes your hand, casually walking down the boardwalk with you while taking in the sights. You hum while enjoying the feeling of her hand in yours.

"Is this the important thing you wanted to show me?" You ask.

"I just wanted you to appreciate how beautiful the world can be sometimes, how beautiful living is." She says and looks at you. She gives you a smile. The kind of smile that told you that a person was content with life.

At one point Seungwan stops and leans over the railing, staring out to the sea. You lean over the railing right beside her. You spend some time admiring the sea, but you would rather turn and look at Seungwan. As you look at her she's still facing forward. Then she asks you a question you weren't expecting.

"Do I make you happy?" You would like to believe it's a rhetorical question, but she says it with a straight face.

"Of course you do, silly." You reply, scooting closer to her body to warm your own up. She smiles a bit at your answer before looking at you. There's a pause before she continues questioning you.

"Does anything else?"

"I don't know. Anything can be good as long as it's with you." You answer honestly, but Seungwan seems displeased. With a slight frown on her face and a glint of worry in her eyes she begins to hug you.

"I hope one day, Y/N, you realize you aren't alone." She says as she strokes your hair, tightening the embrace between the two of you.

"I won't be as long as I have you." You whisper into the crook of her neck. A moment of silence passes before she sighs and whispers.

"I wish you didn't rely on me so much."

"Why?"

She breaks the embrace and you begin to miss the warmth until she takes your face with her two hands. She looks at you with a longing you never saw before. Her eyes were watery as she gently confessed.

"Because I don't know how much longer we have together." You almost ask her to explain what she meant before she softly placed a kiss on your lips.

You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as you look around your room. Just a moment ago you were by the sea with Seungwan, and now you were back in your room. You flopped in your bed in frustration that you dreamed up a scenario with her. You calmed down though, knowing that you could visit her again later today.

After attending your classes for the day you excitedly made your way to the library. You walked towards the little corner of the library that you and Seungwan always shared, surprised to see that nobody was there. You sat down at the table anyways, opening up your bag and trying to immerse yourself in a book. Your foot tapped and tapped, the words your eyes saw across the page meaning nothing to you. It had only been 10 minutes, but it felt like forever.

Annoyed at her absence, you walked around searching for her, thinking maybe she was hiding and playing a trick on you. You whispered her name as you peeked your head around corners, going up and down in the aisles between selves. Fed up with searching, you went to a familiar librarian and asked if she'd seen Seungwan yet.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but who's Seungwan?" She said with a confused look on her face. You gave her a confused face back, shocked that a woman who had recommended books for the both of you to read, a woman who had watched your blossoming relationship with Seungwan progress, act like she didn't exist. You scoff and laugh it off.

"Sorry for asking." You say in a slightly sarcastic manner and go to pick up your bag. You reckon that Seungwan made her play along with her joke. You'd have to scold her for messing with you so bad later today.

You're bored and you don't know how to spend your time with Seungwan. As you walk down the familiar path, looking out to the sea, you grab your phone and decide to call Yeri.

"Yerim!" You call out as soon as you hear her answer the phone.

"Yeah, what's up Y/N?" She asks you.

"I'm bored and have some time to kill since Seungwan isn't here today. Do you wanna grab something to eat?" There's a silence on her end for a while.

"Sure, where do you wanna meet up?" She asks, but before you can answer she gives you another question. "Also, who's Seungwan? Is this a new friend you made? You should introduce me to them!" Your mouth feels dry all of a sudden and you don't know what to say. You stammer out a response for Yeri.

"Uh, just meet me at the boardwalk. I'll be waiting here." Before Yeri can say anything else you end the call. You bite your tongue in frustration. Did Seungwan make Yeri play in on this too? Despite all the reasoning you tried to do, a deep, unsettling feeling took over your entire body.

When Yeri arrived, you smiled and went about your day with her. Throughout the day Yeri noticed that something was off about you. You kept zoning out and were unable to really hold a conversation. As frustrated as she was with your lack of engagement, she figured you were working through things and didn't question you about it. Later that night she dropped you off at your place and you thanked her. You went back to your room, allowing yourself to putt all your weight on your bed as you stared at the ceiling.

The tears you had been holding all day finally broke through. The hot and salty tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. Had this all just been a cruel joke from your mind? Was it just a dream that lasted too long? Maybe, just maybe, the voice screaming in the back of your head was right the entire time. Seungwan was just too good to be true.

You decide to pull out a book from your nightstand, the book that you found within the bookshelves the day you met her. Thankfully the book was there. Perhaps your memory didn't fail you entirely. When you opened it to the first page though, you were shocked to see nothing. Frantically, you scanned through all the other pages only to see them in the same state. You wanted to question it, but considering what happened earlier today you just couldn't.

All you could do now was cry. Nothing made sense to you. What happened to the person you just kissed mere hours ago? The person who made living bearable again?

Afraid of getting the book wet, you quickly close it and put it away. You raise your hand up to your face as you sniffle. Wiping away the waterfall coming from your eyes, you feel the soft scratches of a string and bead. You pull away to see the bracelet you so distinctly remember putting on snuggly fitting on your wrist. Nothing made sense and you could only come to one conclusion.

She was gone, but not gone from your memory.

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - part 10 - smoke bombs and fake wands

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Evie let out a slight gasp as she locked her eyes onto the paint-splattered back of Dizzy Tremaine, who was testing out new jewelry designs by grabbing gems and random knick-knacks and putting them up to the attachment piece. Evie put her finger up to her lips, singling for Mal to stay quiet so they could surprise the younger VK.

Mal smiled and nodded, stepping around the salon chair and creeping up to Dizzy, watching with a smirk as Evie crouched next to Dizzy. The teen slowly turned, her eyes widening and a bright grin spreading across her face “Evie?” the blue-haired VK nodded as the younger VK leaped out of her seat and into Evie's arms “Evie you came back!!”

“Hi!” Evie sang, swinging the girl in her arms a bit before Dizzy pulled back. Mal smiled at the display of affection, setting her bag down on one of the nearby tables and starting to gather the things Evie would need to make the smoke bombs.

“Is it all just like we imagined? Do they really have closets you can walk into? Have you been to a real swimming pool yet? What does ice cream taste like?!” Evie and Mal shared an uncomfortable glance as Dizzy listed off the things that were now normal for them.

Mal turned back to the bottles filled with chemicals and tried to remember what Evie had said when she was babbling about the ingredients for the smoke bombs.

“It's cold and it's sweet. And if you eat it too fast it gives you a headache” Evie tapped Dizzy’s forehead, smiling softly as Dizzy's wild grin turned a bit softer at the thought of the treat.

“Really?” Evie nodded, raising her brow as if to say ‘would I lie to you?’ Dizzy looked off to her left for a split moment and her grin widened “I saved your sketchbook for you!” Evie gasped, her eyes widening a bit.

“You did?” Dizzy nodded and ran towards the cash register, leaving Evie to stare at Mal with slightly saddened and surprised eyes. Dizzy ran back to the table with a large blue book with a heart and crown foam cut out on the front.

“Dizzy~” the young VK set the book in front of the chair and took a step back, looking up at Evie with a large grin “Oh my gosh~” Evie flipped her hair out of her face and sat down, running her hands across the front of her old sketchbook. “Wow” she flipped open the book, smiling as she looked at one of her first designed “fancy” dresses, one that was visually very similar to the dress she had made Mal when she met Jasmine and Aladdin. “I made this dress out of an old curtain and safety pins” Evie sighed dreamily, running her fingers across the swatch of fabric scrap she had pinned into the book.

Dizzy nodded her head at Mal “it reminds me of the dress you made for Mal when she met jasmine!” Mal and Evie stopped for a moment, before Mal snorted when she remembered what had happened to that dress.

“I spilled curry all over that” Evie and Dizzy giggled at Mal's dry tone.

“You did”

“Yeah, saw that!”

Evie hummed, brushing her thumb against the old texture of the colored pencils she had used “You’re totally right, Dizzy this was…this was totally the inspiration for that” Dizzy squealed and latched onto Evie, gripping onto her shoulders tightly in a half hug.

“I knew it! You can take the girl outta the isle, but you can’t take the isle outta the girl~” Evie glanced up at Dizzy, oh how had she forgotten about this little ray of sunshine?…she didn’t deserve to be here. She forced herself to look away and smirked, picking up a plain gold wire bracelet and mid-sized crown and heart gem, holding it in the middle of the bracelet

“Is this too much? Or is this fabulous~?” Dizzy grinned and held out her hand.

“Hand me the glue gun~!” Evie grabbed the green and pink glue gun and happily gave it to Dizzy, turning in her seat a bit to make it easier for the younger VK to glue the gem onto the wire bracelet.

-

It was almost midnight by the time Carlos and Jay had arrived back at the dorms, but they had no time to waste as they rushed toward their room. Dude came running out of the room, whimpering for Carlos to pick him up “hey buddy, sorry I’m so late Dude, Ben got captured” Carlos sighed, blinking in surprise as Jay suddenly stopped him.

“why is our door open?” Jay and Carlos glanced at each other before running into the room, their faces dropping into annoyance as Chad Charming's back was turned towards them. “you have got to be kidding me!” Chad quickly turned off the 3D printer and turned with a sheepish smile.

He shrugged at them as if it would make up for breaking into their room…again “I knocked?”

Carlos rolled his eyes and leaned down to set Dude on the floor, the pup running off and leaping onto Carlos’ bed and settling into the mini dog bed on top. Carlos held out his hand, raising his brows when chad looked at him “confused”

Chad sighed and rolled his eyes, taking out the copied key from his pocket and placing it into Carlos’ hand, acting as if Carlos was in the wrong to be mad over Chad copying his key…AGAIN.

Jay glanced at the 3D printer and rolled his eyes, gesturing at the figure inside “what is that?” Chad turned, gasping as he opened the main box and took out the mini royal chad figure inside.

“oh, it’s a little, Chad action figure” he flew the mini chad across Jay and Carlos’ faces making airplane noises, the boys giving him another annoyed look. “well,” he stopped, pouting at the missing head on the figure “minus the head.”

“sounds like an improvement ‘scuse me!” Jay pulled Chad out of Carlos’ way and watched as Carlos pulled out his phone and set the 3D printer to print a copy of FGs wand.

Chad peeked over Jay's shoulder and furrowed his brows “why are you guys making Fairy Godmothers' wand?” Jay and Carlos flinched back, Chad pulling back in turn.

“um, why are we making Fairy godmothers wand?” Lonnie, who was heading back to her room from the amphitheater, paused as she heard this peculiar conversation. She peeked into the room, raising her brow as she watched Jay and Carlos fumble for an excuse.

“Ben’s been captured!” the entire room stopped, Chad whipping around to look at the new voice, eyes widening when he realized Dude had been the one to speak up.

“what?!” Chad looked from the boys and back to Dude, pointing at the mutt “Dude can talk?!”

“I was stalling!” Carlos sighed, shaking his head at Dude.

“I thought you forgot?” Dude whimpered, laying his head down on his paws. Jay hit Chad in the chest, making the blonde teen look at him. “Don’t tell anyone, Ben’s life depends on it”

Lonnie’s eyes widened for a moment before she decided she would be coming along with the boys back to the isle to help rescue Ben, she quickly left the boys dorm and back to hers, she had to change.

Chad narrowed his eyes a bit, glancing between his mini-figure to the boys “Really?...So if something were to happen, you know what I’m saying?” Carlos looked at him confused but nodded.

“Something bad we get it” Chad let out a small laugh.

“God forbid, but if something were to happen…Who do you think would be in line to be king?” he held the headless mini-figure of himself next to his face.

Jay and Carlos just stared at him, before both of them shook their head “Dude…no” Carlos groaned, turning back to the 3D printer as Jay walked over to the door and gestured for Chad to leave.

Chad sighed and rolled his eyes, dragging his feet as he walked out of the boy's dorm. He held up his mini-figure “I’m taking this”

Just as he stepped out of the dorm he turned, holding his finger in the air “and if you think-“ Jay slammed the door, nodding as Carlos thanked him.

Carlos closed the printer and pressed the start button on his phone, sighing as the timer appeared “great, this thing is going to take hours to be done” he flipped into his chair and rubbed his face. Jay punched the table and walked around to alleviate some energy.

“why is it gonna take so long?” Dude asked, hopping down from his bed and into Carlos’ lap. Carlos glanced down at him and sighed.

“because even after all my edits to it, it's still going to take a bit to make something that big, we’re lucky it's not gonna take three days like a normal 3D printer”

“How long?” Jay asked, leaning over the table and watching as the bottom of the wand started to build.

“Timer says 11 am finish.” Carlos moaned, wincing as Jay cursed.

“what?! By that time, we’ll only have like, an hour to spare!? It takes like an hour to get to the bridge from here!”

“I know I know” Carlos groaned, rubbing his face again “but I can't force it to go faster or it'll fuck up the look and we need it to be perfect as possible” Jay shook his head, pacing around the room again, only for him to just flop on the chair next to Carlos, once more watching the slow building of the wand.

“…I really hope (y/n) finds Harry” Jay muttered. Eyes drifting to the R.O.A.R metal he had gotten last month, thanks to Harry’s skill that won them the tournament.

“Me too…” Carlos sighed, burying his hands into Dude’s fur as he watched the phone timer slowly tick down.

-

“Got it?” Evie muttered, carefully pulling the chemical-filled glove away from the spout Mal was holding, the purple-haired girl being careful not to bump Evie so the bomb wouldn’t go all over the salon.

“Yeah, I got it” Mal set the spout down in the tub and rolled her neck, sighing at the satisfying crack that came from it.

“Perfect, that makes five smoke bombs” Mal took the purple chemical-filled glove from Evie, taking one of the thin plastic elastic ties and securing the smoke bomb.

“Okay, I think that’s enough yeah?” Evie nodded, turning and smiling as she spotted one of Dizzy’s creations.

“M?” the girl hummed at her name and looked at Evie, a grin growing on her face as Evie turned back to her and modeled the golden headband with red gem hearts plastered on it “how amazing would this look with my shredded tee and my heart purse”

Mal nodded even though she didn’t know which articles of clothing Evie was talking about, considering Evie had several shredded tees and three heart purses. “Fabulously amazing” Evie grinned, about to set the headband back where she found it when Dizzy interrupted with an excited squeal.

“Take it! Take a bunch!” Evie gasped, turning to grab her heart purse and tossed in the heart headband before meeting dizzy halfway and staring in awe as Dizzy dumped a whole armful of headbands and accessories.

“Oh, Dizzy! Oh my gosh!” she spotted a pair of silver and red earrings that would suit (y/n) perfectly “Thank you!”

“It would make me so happy, to know that you were wearing something of mine in Auradon! Almost like me being there myself~” Mal and Evie shared another uncomfortable glance before Evie dropped her bag on the chair and pulled Dizzy into a tight hug.

“I really wish I could take you with me” Evie sighed, rubbing her cheek slightly on the top of Dizzy’s head before she pulled away, amazed by the bright smile that was still shining on Dizzy's face.

“At least one of us got to have our dream come true, right?” Mal looked between the two girls and smiled, rubbing the top of Dizzy’s head and nodding towards the door.

“E, we have to go” she muttered, giving Evie another soft smile as the girl slowly nodded and pulled away from Dizzy, who gave a cheerful wave and skipped back to her table, flipping open Evie's sketchbook again to look through it.

Mal watched as Evie could hardly take her eyes off the younger girl, she sighed, taking off her gloves and tossing them into the bin near her “She’s going to be okay E…and she won't be here much longer” Mal whispered at the end, smiling as Evie whipped around to look at her with wide eyes “After you get back, I’m betting (y/n) will get a jumpstart on Ben to continue the VK transfer program” Evie smiled at the thought, looking back at Dizzy.

“but how knows how long that will take” Mal's shoulders slumped as Evie continued to look at Dizzy with saddened eyes, she reached out and tapped Evie's hand, wiggling her fingers in a “gimme” motion. Evie placed her gloves in Mal's hand and she tossed them in the bin, tapping Evie’s hand again and doing another “gimmie” motion.

Evie let out a little snort and grabbed Mal's hand, the two walking out of the salon and heading back to the hideout.

-

“That one was epic, that one went on for actual days~” Mal laughed, her arm linked with Evie’s as they walked up the alley next to the hideout.

“Like it mattered right?” Evie shot back, looking up at the towering buildings and clothing lines.

Mal hummed, shifting the bag on her shoulder “we were both-“

“-undone by true love's kiss” Evie laughed, shaking her head.

“works every time ~!” they spoke in unison, bumping their heads together slightly as they finally arrived back at the hideout. Evie stopped, pulling away from Mal a bit.

“I really thought that’s what you and Ben had” Mal side-eyed Evie, giving her a look. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Mal sighed, unlinking her arm and shaking her head “I’m not coming back yet Evie” Evie gave her a confused look “oh, he might have not had enough…time to tell you, but I wasn’t planning on staying here forever…I know it sounds bad but I was hoping one of you guys would come get me…I was just hoping for a bit more time to get my head on straight before diving back into Auradon’s craziness” Mal shook her head, looking down at her feet “but it was just so much in so little time…I know deep down I didn’t have to change myself into the perfect Auradon girl, and I know most of the problems that I had a big deal with I created for myself but…its-it’s just been so hard, not to have someone dictate you’re every move”

Evie gave Mal a look, about to interrupt her but Mal shook her head “Let me finish, please.” Evie nodded and sighed, leaning back against the metal support beam. “Now I don’t want someone to dictate my every move like my mother did, but it's what I was used to, and that all changed so suddenly that I just, latched onto the first thing, Ben. And I thought-I thought that he would want a perfect Auradon girl, so that’s what I tried to become, and he-he never said anything about it, neither did the rest of you, so I thought I was doing the right thing….I should have told you what was going on in my fucked-up brain…I’m sorry”

Evie glanced around, seeing multiple stragglers around the alleys “Let's continue this conversation in the hideout okay?” Mal sniffed, rubbing her eyes a bit and nodding, watching as Evie grabbed a rock and chucked it at the sign. She let Evie take her free hand and lead her up the stairs, stopping at the second level and looking out towards the bright lights of Auradon city.

“so…why didn’t you say anything?” Evie asked, watching in the corner of her eye as Mal joined her on the rails.

“I-…You aren’t responsible for me Evie” Mal sighed, running her hands through her hair “It’s not your job or responsibility to take care or fix my dumbass mistakes, that’s my responsibility to deal with my bullshit. And-and I-…I don’t know how to ask for help…you know how my mother was, asking for help was showing weakness, and…I guess that’s still wired in my brain”

It was silent between the two of them for a moment, before Mal spoke again “and I have to get this off my chest, but speaking of my mother, another lesson of hers was never apologize, but as I've learned she's a fucking lunatic and wrong about everything so!” she slapped her hands on the rails, twisting around to look at Evie, who stared at her confused “I don’t know if you’ve thought about this stuff since it happened, but! I’m sorry”

Evie opened her mouth to talk but Mal quickly covered it. “I’m sorry for throwing a fit over not being invited to your sixth birthday, I’m sorry that it resulted in you getting banished and forced to only be around your mother for ten years, I’m sorry for being a bitch to you after you came back, I’m sorry for shoving you in Cruella's closet, and I’m sorry for trying to trick you into taking my mom's scepter and trying to send you to a sleep-like death, and I’m sorry that it took me this long to realize that I've been a horrible person and friend to you” Mal gasped, finally taking a breath. She smiled at Evie and slowly took her hand off her mouth “Thank you for putting up with my bullshit for the last year, and thank you for being one of the greatest friends I've ever had, even when I didn’t deserve it”

A soft smile broke out on Evie's face and she pulled mal into a tight hug “oh Mal” her voice wavered “Thank you” she sniffed, gasping a bit as she felt her eyes burn “I-I pushed it into the back of my mind but…it-it did kinda bother me, all that stuff” Mal gave Evie a comforting smile and rubbed her arm.

“I know, and I’m sorry it took me….how long has it been since you came out of banishment?” Evie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in thought.

“um…well it was…three months before we went to Auradon so…nine months?” Mal snapped her fingers and nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I've taken that long to apologize to you” Evie grinned, pulling Mal into another tight hug.

“Apology accepted” Mal hummed and squeezed Evie back…before she rapidly tapped the back of Evie's jacket.

“Okay that’s enough physical affection for me, off please!” Evie giggled and shook her head, letting go of Mal and leaning back on the rails.

“Sorry, I forgot sometimes you’re not into physical affection” Mal shrugged, crossing her arms and leaning on the rails next to Evie.

“Eh, it's not that I’m not into its more….I can only handle a certain amount…ya know? Like (y/n) says I’m a cat; if I initiate it, I’ll be cuddly as all hell. if you want a hug? Nope, you get the claws” Mal faked a cat hiss and made a claw with her hand at Evie, who burst into laughter.

Mal smiled and mentally patted herself on the back for being able to cheer Evie up quickly, and looked in front of her, letting gout a soft sigh.

Evie’s laugh subsided and she turned to Mal

(A/n; again, I’m not writing this out, just watch the music vid)

They sat down on the couch and talked about random things, how Auradon life had been treating them, how Mal felt about Ben and their breakup, how (y/n) and Harry's relationship was doing.

“Speaking of Harry” Mal sighed, lifting her head up to stare at the ceiling “I really hope (y/n) found him”

“Me two” Evie sighed, leaning onto her hand and glancing up at the old projector on the ceiling “…what are we going to do if they don’t find Harry by the time we have to leave the isle with Ben?”

“I don’t know E…” Mal's voice cracked, god she hoped Hook hadn’t found Harry “I really don’t know…I’m scared for him”

“Yeah” the two girls curled up together, sending out wishes for Harry to come back to Auradon safe and sound.

-

The cabin boy, Alfie, quickly and quietly carried a small silver tray down to the brig, piled with week-old bread, oily and stale fries, and a three-day-old apple that had been sitting out in the market. He carefully shouldered open the door leading to the main cells and let out a small whimper, watching as Harry's crumpled form lay in the corner of his cell.

“Harry?” Alfie carefully spoke, setting the tray in front of Harry's cell and sliding it through the food gate “I got some food for you…I’m sorry it's not the best but it’s all I could get extra of” Harry turned on his shoulder to glance at the tray. Alfie stifled a gasp as he spotted the darkening large bruise under Harry's jaw and eye, and the multiple bleeding cuts on his cheek and lips.

Harry didn’t speak, slowly sitting up and standing, hobbling over to the tray and picking it up, nodding at Alfie as he inspected the “food”

He walked back into the corner of his cell, wincing as the nasty black bruise on his leg gave him trouble sitting down.

Alfie watched as Harry scarfed down his rotting food, shuffling nervously on his feet. “Do you really think your Auradon girl is going to come for you?” he asked, flinching as Harry’s, though puffy and rimmed with red, bright blue eyes turned to him “Not-not in a bad way, I meant more-…is she really going to do all you said she would?”

“Aye,” Harry's voice was rough, almost non-existent from the screams that had been forcefully ripped from it. “The lass won't hold’ back ‘gainst him…I know it” Alfie stared at the fond smile that was on Harry's face and nodded, standing from his crouch next to Harry's cell and spinning on his heel.

“…Goodnight” Alfie sighed, walking out of the brig and to the crew's quarters. He hoped that when Harry's girl came for Hook, he wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.

-End of part 10-

Wow part 10! There it is! Yep sooo…I don’t got much to talk about other than MAL FINALLY APOLOGIZES FOR THE SHIT SHE PUTS EVIE THROUGH! Proper character development people! Also yes the cabin boy is not mean to Harry, he’s just a younger teen trying to get by on the isle and got roped into being on James hook’s crew.

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limitless.

chapter five.

wc: 2,792. original publish date: october 8, 2020. 

JFK sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his wrist before subjecting himself to the daylight's chemical burn. He swallows, his tongue rolling around in the stale taste of his mouth. He blinks, the artificial buzz of the unwelcome morning light hitting the backs of his eyes. Kennedy blinks more vigorously until the fog is out of view and he can fully open his lids against the harsh light.

Van Gogh is still asleep on the other bed. He's turned away from Kennedy, a pillow bunched up in his arms and pulled against his chest. The bandage is slipping off of his head, his fiery hair consuming it. JFK looks away. He knows Van Gogh is self-conscious about his ear stub. His sketchbook sits at the foot of the bed, only its corner poking out from beneath Kennedy's old letterman jacket.

JFK moves the jacket aside. He's secretly always been curious about what's inside the journal, but Van Gogh's never actually shown him anything in it. Sometimes Kennedy will see him drawing during lunch, sitting at a table in the back of the cafeteria all by himself, with an earbud in and a pencil gripped tightly as he slouches over the book. JFK tries to sneak up behind him, to watch him draw without his knowledge, but Van Gogh's always been high strung and notices Kennedy before he can even catch a glimpse of the sketchbook.

The sketchbook isn't closed. In fact, it's open to the very page that Van Gogh had been working on last night before falling asleep. There, in dull, shiny graphite, is the outline of a sixteen-year-old boy. But it isn't just any sixteen-year-old boy -- it's JFK. His grey Harvard t-shirt is falling down his neck to expose his collarbones and there are heavy bags beneath his tired eyes. He's caught in motion in the drawing -- his hand is at his forehead, busy pushing back the floppy mound of brown hair that falls over his eyes when he doesn't have any hair gel to keep it in place. Kennedy hadn't noticed Gogh drawing last night -- he must've been too tired to register the sound of the pencil scratching the paper or the way Van Gogh had been hunched over something, an eager expression lighting up his face. Kennedy doesn't know what to make of the drawing -- should he be flattered or offended that it's of him?

The bedsheets start to rustle and JFK hastily hides the sketchbook underneath the letterman jacket again. He crosses the room to the wall with the window on it and kneels down next to the space heater, trying to make himself look busy as Van Gogh sits up in bed. Kennedy can see the boy out of the corner of his eye: the first thing he does, even before rubbing his eyes, is adjust the loose white bandage around his head. He curses to himself under his breath. He'll have to switch it out.

Van Gogh finally registers JFK sitting on the floor and jumps a little bit, almost like he'd forgotten he had company at all.

"Good morning," JFK says, stepping away from the space heater.

"Hey," Van Gogh yawns, his throat scratchy with sleep.

"Sleep okay?" Kennedy asks with a smile. He chooses to be flattered by his best friend's drawing.

"No," he replies in his cutting-edge voice.

JFK laughs goodheartedly. "Me neither."

"It was too cold," Van Gogh continues. "My collarbones are all tight and achey. I should've brought more clothes to sleep in." He flips the comforter off of himself and swings his bare knees over the side of his bed. He'd only slept in his boxers and a t-shirt because he'd forgotten to pack real pyjamas. Jeans aren't appropriate sleeping attire, by any means.

"Are you cold now?" JFK snickers, eyeing the boy's pale legs.

He's too tired to be embarrassed by the boy's scrutiny. "A little."

"Put on my sweater. It'll cover your legs."

"But then won't you be cold?" Van Gogh asks, crossing the room to where the boy's sweater sits at the foot of his bed.

Kennedy shrugs. "I run hot."

Van Gogh stops to give him a once-over. He smirks. "I can tell." He picks Kennedy's red and white striped sweater up off of the bed and pulls it over his head. JFK's cheeks dust pink when he realises he'd been watching, his jaw slack and his eyes wide. Van Gogh, thankfully, doesn't notice.

"What's the plan for today?" He asks, walking into the bathroom. He leaves the door open as he splashes water onto his face, but pushes it closed once it's time to switch out his bandages.

"I say we should go to that creepy town," Kennedy calls back, raising his voice to carry it through the bathroom door.

"Marshtown?" Van Gogh clarifies.

Kennedy nods.

"What?" Gogh asks from the bathroom.

JFK giggles at himself, feeling stupid. "I nodded. Yes, Marshtown."

"What do they even have there?" Van Gogh opens the bathroom door again. His bandages are violently white. He squeezes some paste onto his toothbrush and runs it under the water from the faucet before sticking it into his mouth.

"Fog?"

Van Gogh spits. "It could be kind of fun..."

"Really?"

Van Gogh watches himself in the mirror, his quicksand brown eyes staring back at him. He shrugs, leaning forward to inspect one of the textured spots on his face. "I thought you had a sense of adventure, Kennedy."

JFK frowns, suddenly feeling challenged. "I do! You're the one I was worried about."

The faucet runs again and Van Gogh steps out of the yellow-speckled bathroom, turning off the light and the fan behind him. "I can handle it."

Kennedy smiles despite himself. "Then. Let's. Go."

Van Gogh is standing so close to JFK now that he can smell the taller boy, and not only because he's wearing his sweater. "Fine by me."

Kennedy looks the boy up and down. "Put some real clothes on first."

"But wouldn't you be sad to give all this up?" He gestures to his bare legs.

JFK's eyes narrow. "I think you're stealing my brand, Gogh. There's only room for one notorious flirt in this relationship."

Kennedy brushes past Van Gogh to retrieve some day clothes from his suitcase, but Van Gogh is frozen still from his use of the word "relationship".

***

"No, I swear this is the way I came in," JFK says, slowing down the car and peering over Van Gogh's shoulder to see the map in his hands. The black circle around Marshtown seems thicker in the daylight. The circle seems more ovular.

"Yeah, but it was nighttime. And I know you weren't looking at the GPS. It's our first time here. Of course it looks different in the day," Van Gogh snaps, waving his hand in Kennedy's face so he'll look at the road.

Kennedy sighs. "Maybe this trip was a bad idea."

Van Gogh doesn't respond. A couple seconds pass, and he points to the statue. "There!" He exclaims.

Kennedy jumps at the sudden noise and the car swerves. His arms pump with adrenaline. "What?"

"That's the statue I was telling you about when we first drove in," he explains.

JFK glances at his passenger. "The one that's made to look like marble but is really just concrete?"

Van Gogh looks up at Kennedy, scrunching his noise and smiling pleasantly. "Yeah." He looks back out the windshield. "You remembered."

JFK opens his mouth to say something and Gogh turns to him in anticipation, but nothing comes out. He closes his mouth. Van Gogh looks away, an unfamiliar twinge of disappointment welling in his chest.

Kennedy shakes his head, like he's reentering reality. "Oh, I remember this now." They pass the gas station. There are still no cars and the convenience store has the "closed" sign in the window. The buzzing yellow lights are off. It somehow looks less welcoming in the day -- if it had ever looked welcoming in the night.

The red convertible glides through the intersection and they enter the highway, and just like that, they leave Blackbox behind them.

"What a silly name for a town," Van Gogh whispers, craning his neck to watch the welcome sign he hadn't noticed the night before fade farther and farther into the distance.

"It's fitting, is it not?" Kennedy replies, eyes glued to the empty highway. Still no cars in sight.

Van Gogh turns around to face the driver. "I guess. But who wants to live in a town called Blackbox?"

JFK shrugs. "Maybe they don't want people to live there."

"That girl totally looked like Joan."

"Who, the counter girl?"

Van Gogh nods. Kennedy can just barely sense the movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, she did. She was Joan but somehow... sadder," Kennedy agrees.

"I don't know if that's how I'd put it, but... off. Like an altered-reality version of Joan."

A few seconds go by. The car fills up with silence as the wind rushes by outside. Kennedy is in the far left lane, but the engine doesn't wail the way it usually does when he drives over the speed limit.

"All the houses looked the same," Van Gogh says after a minute.

"I hadn't noticed. I wasn't paying as much attention as you were." He turns to the boy. "You're fascinated by them."

Van Gogh nods without making eye contact.

"Why?"

Gogh shakes his head. A lock of traffic cone hair falls between his eyes. He angles his lips upward and blows. "It reminded me of Exclamation!."

"You hate Exclamation!," JFK replies, raising an eyebrow at his best friend.

Van Gogh looks up at JFK, his eyes swollen and sinking with innocence. "But this neighbourhood was pretty."

"I thought you didn't want things to be pretty."

"No, I just said pretty doesn't equal girly. And it doesn't."

The car falls silent again. Van Gogh unties and reties his Keds anxiously. He balls his fists up in the cuffs of Kennedy's -- his -- letterman jacket. He pulls his feet up onto the leather seat. He turns to JFK, waiting for the boy to scold him for getting his car dirty. He doesn't.

"I can feel you looking at me, Van Gogh."

"You're not gonna tell me to get my feet down?" He asks dubiously, a thread of concern roping itself into his voice.

Kennedy shrugs. "You're not most people. The bottoms of your shoes aren't caked in mud."

"How do you know that?" Van Gogh challenges.

"Because I've seen the way you take care of your possessions, Gogh. You don't get dirty like that."

If it had been anyone else, Van Gogh would've taken offence. He would've defended himself, read into their words to find an artificial threat. But it's Kennedy. He lets his guard down.

"You've... noticed that?"

Heat climbs up the back of JFK's neck. He clenches his jaw and keeps his vision fixed forward out the windshield.  "Sure."

Van Gogh opens his mouth to say something else, to venture further into the topic. Kennedy speaks instead.

"Are you hungry? We didn't eat breakfast and I doubt you ate dinner yesterday."

Van Gogh drops the conversation. "Sure. Hey, you know what would be fun?"

Kennedy grins in anticipation. "What would be fun?"

"Let's go to some shitty all-American diner. That's a perfect road tripping activity, right?"

JFK relaxes in his seat and lets his smile run free across his face. His lips part to reveal his mouth of perfectly white teeth. Van Gogh thinks he could be in a toothpaste ad. He always has.

"Look on that map. Did  Weird Joan circle any diners somehow shittier than Denny's?"

Van Gogh laughs, but he's not sure if it's at something the boy said or if he's just happy. "If Weird Joan is anything like the real Joan, she'd have no idea where to look for something like that."

"Oh, I beg to differ. Abe's all about shit like that. And you know Joan's so far up his ass she's practically in his throat."

Van Gogh slams his head back into his seat in laughter. The sound starts in his stomach, climbing up to his chest and exploding up his throat. It fills the whole car, and he slaps his hand over his mouth, embarrassed by the sound. JFK laughs too, and it's in unison rather than in solidarity. Van Gogh lets himself laugh again, admitting that sometimes, just sometimes, John F. Kennedy is rather funny.

***

JFK pulls into the parking lot of a clearly unloved diner, complete with graffitied windows and broken plastic signage. "This shitty enough for you?" He asks as he stops the car.

Van Gogh unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the vehicle. "Oh, yes, absolutely."

Kennedy smiles. "Good, because I'm pretty sure this is the only one we're going to be able to find for the next, like, four hours. Which is embarrassing. I can't believe we're on a road trip in America and we've only come across one unmapped town and some secret diner."

"Ooh, call it secret again. Like it's our diner or something."

Kennedy turns his head to look at Van Gogh, a silently affectionate expression painting his face. "It can be."

"It is."

Bells chime as JFK and Van Gogh push through the door. The air is stale and heavy with mildew, but the tables and floors are relatively clean.

"I'm surprised this place is still in business," Van Gogh whispers to JFK.

He stifles a laugh. The comment itself isn't inherently funny, but he's in a sunbeam mood.

"Sit anywhere," a hostess smiles at the boys. She has tan skin and wavy brunette hair -- Van Gogh is relieved that she doesn't look like anyone he knows.

"This booth okay?" JFK asks, leading Van Gogh to the corner farthest from the door.

Van Gogh slides into the cushy leather seat in affirmation. JFK sits down across from him. He plants one foot on the floor and bends his other knee, resting his calf across his other thigh. Van Gogh rests his elbows on the table and laces his fingers, cracking his knuckles and looking out the window so he doesn't have to stare at Kennedy. For once, he has nothing to say to the boy. They're still learning how to sit in unoccupied silence.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" A handsome young waiter asks. He can't be much older than the boys -- seventeen, eighteen at the oldest.

"Just some water," Van Gogh says, and JFK nods in agreement. The waiter smiles at them both, looking a bit over-eager.

"What time is it?" JFK asks.

Van Gogh glances at his watch. "10:19."

"What time did we wake up?"

Van Gogh shrugs. "Dunno. Probably around 8:00, 8:10."

The small talk is strangling. Kennedy holds his hands in his lap and plays with his fingers, tracing his nail beds and picking skin.

"You're a really good artist, Van Gogh," he says to his lap.

Gogh sits up straighter in his seat. His elbows retreat to his sides.

"You look like," JFK stops himself and sneaks a quick glimpse at the boy. "You look like your dad."

"Which one?" Van Gogh asks, speaking to his lap as well.

"Your clone father. The real Van Gogh."

Van Gogh's stomach does somersaults. A genuine compliment from Kennedy? Interlaced with no vanity or backhandedness? What's the catch?

"Thanks, um, that really means a lot," he smiles, the expression barely visible by the boy sitting opposite him.

"I mean, you look like a teenage version of him. I've never actually seen pictures of him as a teenager, but you have his bone structure. And, um, his intellectual and creative capacities."

Van Gogh looks up, his eyes collecting the fluorescence of the ceiling lights and throwing it back onto Kennedy.

"They did a good job with you."

"John," Van Gogh starts in a soft voice, and suddenly he doesn't remember what he was going to say. He clamps his mouth shut and his eyes widen, the quicksand thicker and trickier than ever before.

Kennedy's eyes widen as well, and his jaw drops.

"V--" he stops himself, not sure whether to address his best friend by first name or last name. It's been strictly last name basis since they were ten and Van Gogh's parents started dropping him off at the Kennedys', but suddenly, he can't remember why it started or why it stuck.

He doesn't have to make up his mind, because the saturatingly positive waiter sets the boys' glasses of water down in front of them.

"Ready to order?" He asks, flipping open his order book and clicking his pen in anticipation. The smile tugs at his muscles. Van Gogh wonders if it's stuck there.

Kennedy opens his mouth.

"We need a few more minutes," Van Gogh says instead, his voice small and drowned in phlegm.

#clone high #clone high jfk #clone high van gogh #jfgogh

[kittinoir]

Echoes of You Ch. 9

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“I’m going to design something based on Ladybug’s new suit.”

Marinette grinned, glancing over at Alya as they swayed with the metro as it took a graceful turn beneath the banks of the Seine. They were headed for Trocadero Gardens to work on Mme. Bustier’s latest fashion assignment: formal wear inspired by the heroes of Paris. Alya had suggested the Gardens, and though it was Marinette’s secret place for inspiration, she found she wanted to share the space. She’d missed her best friend. 

“Long black gloves?” Marinette suggested with a knowing look. “Ombre skirt?”

Alya shook her head but stifled a giggle. “It’s like you read my mind, girl. Kinda obvious I guess, but…”

“I think it’s sweet!” Marinette said. “You’ve been a staunch supporter of Ladybug since the first day. You’ve been running the Ladyblog for a year and a half. A Ladybug gown only makes sense.”

“What about you?” Alya asked, tugging on her bag strap. “A stunning gown inspired by Rena Rouge? Or maybe Ryoku? You always love a challenge.”

Marinette shrugged. “I was actually thinking something inspired by Chat Noir.”

“Seriously?” Alya said, eyes wide behind her glasses. “You think he’s the lamest thing since, like, creation.”

“I do not!” Marinette said. “I think he’s…well, I think he’s really cool. And funny. And sweet. And the way he fights is just…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Alya held up her hand in front of Marinette’s face. “Since when do you have a crush on Chat Noir? What happened to Adrien?”

“A crush?” Marinette repeated. “I do not have a crush on Chat Noir!” But she felt a familiar blush creeping across her cheeks as her heart kicked into double-time. 

“Uh-huh.” Alya raised a single brow, eyeing the red stain. “I can see that.”

“Seriously!” Marinette said, but Alya just winked and went back to scrolling through her blog for inspiration.

She did not have a crush on that…that tom cat. There was no way. Her heart was dedicated to Adrien, one hundred thousand per cent. He was the first thing she thought of when she woke up and the last thing she thought of before going to sleep. She still swooned every time he smiled.

So what was up with her heart doing the tippy-tappy thing over Chat Noir!? She could tell Alya whatever she wanted to; Marinette knew what it meant. She didn’t not have a crush on Chat Noir.

Marinette stifled a sigh as they arrived at Trocadero and she followed Alya off the train. Maybe designing a gown inspired by Chat Noir would be a mistake. Maybe she should focus on one of the other heroes intstead. Rena Rouge did have a beautiful colour palette.

“Let me know if you have any, uhm, questions,” Alya said as they walked to the gardens. “About…well, you know.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “The Miraculous.”

A crease appeared between Marinette’s brows. “…Questions?”

“Yeah,” Alya said with a nod. “I know you had that whole…thing a few weeks ago.”

“Thing?” Now she was really confused. “What thing?”

It was Alya’s turn to frown. “The thing. The thing where you forgot all about the super heroes? Hawkmoth? The Miraculous? You called me totally freaking out.”

Marinette tried to comb through the last few weeks in her memory, but nothing jumped out at her as out of the ordinary or suspicious. She’d missed one or two akuma attacks, but she’d seen them later on the news or on Alya’s blog. She used to get a thousand notifications on her phone whenever one happened, but she’d disabled them; they were way more annoying than they were helpful. She didn’t even remember downloading half the apps.

Finally Marinette shrugged. “Must have just been stress,” she said as the picked a spot to start working. “You know how I get sometimes.”

“Not really,” Alya said slowly. “Not like this.”

“Oh.” Marinette bit her lip, but she was still coming up empty. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Worried me?” Alya squinted at her friend as they sank onto a bench near some rose bushes. “How many heroes are there?”

Marinette frowned. “Trick question, Alya. Obviously Ladybug and Chat Noir are the main duo, but there a team of six other heroes that help them out from time to time.”

“Trick question you answered wrong,” Alya said triumphantly. “There are seven others.”

Marinette made a face. “I wasn’t really counting Chloe, but sure, I guess, technically seven.”

Alya seemed surprised but let it go. “Ok, who are they fighting?”

“Hawkmoth,” Marinette answered immediately, “But he sometimes has help from Mayura. Ooh, she has a great costume. Do you think Mme. Bustier would let me do a design based on her instead of one of the heroes?”

Alya rolled her eyes. “Never mind,” she said, flipping open her notebook. “It was clearly fever-induced hysteria.”

“Sorry,” Marinette said. She nudged her friend with her shoulder. “Seriously though, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Alya gave Marinette a half-hearted smile. “You just scared me, girl. I’m glad you’re…well, feeling better, I guess.”

“Right as rain,” Marinette promised. Alya just shook her head, either in fake exasperation or real exasperation, Marinette wasn’t totally sure which, then dove into her sketch. 

Marinette opened her own sketch book, flipping past old designs of derby hats and reception dresses until she came to a blank page. She pulled a pencil out, but she hesitated before putting lead to paper. She had to decide before she started. She only hesitated for a moment more before committing to the design that had been flickering around her mind since the homework had been assigned. Besides, if she didn’t like it, she could always change it later.

She began with the bodice, sketching out the silhouette of a cheongsam. Marinette had discovered some time ago that she enjoyed infusing her designs with aspects of her culture from her mothers’ side.

She followed the simple and elegant lines down to the floor in a fit and flare skirt, forsaking the yards of fabric and billowing skirts she normally favoured. While his suit had more embellishments than Ladybug’s, they were few, far between, and utilitarian. Well, she thought, smiling to herself as she added a bell to the collar, almost. 

Marinette scrawled notes in to the side of the design indicating colour and texture, then tilted her head as she considered what she had. She liked the silhouette, but many cheongsams had some floral design embroidered across the fabric. There was also the matter of the belt. She added a modest slit to the skirt on the left that came up to the knees while she thought on it.

Before she reached a decision, alarmed shouts erupted around them. Marinette twisted, her sketchbook falling to the paving stones, as she searched for the source. Sure enough, Alya’s phone erupted with at least six notifications, alerting them to an akuma attack in the area.

“Score!” Alya cheered, shoving her book back in her bag. “Talk about inspiration!”

“I don’t think it’s normal to be that happy about someone else’s misfortune,” Marinette chided, but Alya had already set her phone to record.

“Are you coming with me this time, girl?” Alya asked, but as she spoke the paving stones beneath them began to rumble.

“I don’t think I’ll have to,” Marinette said, her voice vibrating with the impact. “I think whatever it is is coming to us!”

Sure enough, something exploded from the ground mere feet away from them, showering stone and dirt in a 5 metre radius, a black rose clutched in its hand. Marinette and Alya ducked, wincing as small pebbles pelted them. Alya shrieked as a larger stone ricocheted off her phone with a loud crack and the screen went black.

“My phone!” Alya smacked the side of the device, trying to get it to light up again while Marinette watched in horror as the monster turned towards the noise. “My phone!”

“Alya!” Marinette leapt at her friend, tackling her out of the way as the monster crashed towards them. It missed them by a wide margin, and a second later, Marinette could see why: its eyes were clouded over. Either this thing was blind, or could see very little.

“Time to go,” Marinette said. She grabbed Alya by the wrist and tugged her after her as she sprinted back towards the train station.

“But Marinette, my blog - ”

“These things are dangerous, Alya!” Marinette snapped as her friend tugged her to a stop. “Why don’t you get that!”

“Dangerous?!” Alya sniped back. “Ladybug’s miracle cure always fixes everything !”

Marinette wanted to rip her hair out. “But what if it doesn’t? What if she loses? She’s just a girl, Alya, and Hawkmoth is getting closer and closer to cornering her! Do you even realize how much pressure you put on her by putting yourself in danger like this?”

For once Alya seemed to be at a loss for words. “I.. I just…”

Marinette knew. She wanted to be a reporter. She admired Ladybug so much. She loved superheroes. She wanted to be a part of the team. She wanted to help do what was right.

“Come on,” Marinette said, “Let’s head for the roof of the Musée de la Marine. It’ll be safer and you can probably still see what’s going on.”

Alya said nothing, but let Marinette pull her along again. They hadn’t gotten very far, however, when the monster exploded from the ground again, closer this time.

“I WANT THE MIRACULOUS,” it shrieked. It writhed , and before they could react, it pounced on Alya, burrowing back into the ground with her trapped between its hideous arms.

“Alya!” Marinette clawed at the ground where they’d disappeared, but the dirt sifted through her fingers, empty. She whipped around as the monster burst from the ground again, thirty metres away. Alya was no where in sight.

“Give her back,” Marinette shrieked. She seized a large rock by her foot and flung it with all her strength. A small part of her was surprised when the rock actually nailed the thing in the forehead, but it was swept away in the flood of her rage. She grabbed another rock, and another, pelting the monster’s wide body as it searched wildly for her. It dove suddenly, and Marinette flung herself to the side, scraping her arms and cheeks on the rough stones as the akuma resurfaced where she’d been crouched.

“Lucky Charm!”

Marinette threw her arms over her head protectively as the battle cry rang throughout the gardens. She could see the shadow of the monster arcing towards her, and then she was flying, the Trocadero Gardens far below.

“Nice aim,” a voice said in her ear. “I think the akuma’s still shaking.”

Marinette looked up into the face of Chat Noir, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as she put the pieces together.

“It took Alya,” she blurted, and she was embarrassed to discover she was tearing up. “It took her, please, you have to - ”

“We’ll get her back, Marinette,” Chat Noir promised as they landed somewhere new in the gardens. He gave her a crooked smile. “I swear on one of my nine lives.”

“It’s holding a rose,” Marinette rambled as he set her legs back under her. “I think that’s where the akuma’s hiding. It’s in its right fist.”

Chat Noir’s grin actually faltered. “What - How do you know that?”

“The rose was black.” Marinette turned back towards the monster, as though she could see it from where she was. She couldn’t, but faint dirt clouds marked where it was hiding. “There aren’t any black roses grown here. I wouldn’t be surprised if the monster  is actually a gardener here.”

Chat Noir nodded, squeezing her shoulder. “Thank you, Marinette. We’ll get your friend back.”

He extended his baton and used it to vault back towards the action. Marinette crouched by a near by bush, making sure to note whether or not the ground was shaking, but it seemed Ladybug and Chat Noir were keeping the villain well occupied. Minutes later a red cloud burst from where the fight had taken place. She could hear the cheers of people nearby. 

Marinette began to straighten but froze as a small cloud of ladybugs sought her out and swirled around her face and arms. It was only then she truly noticed the scrapes, but as she watched, they faded. Seconds later they disappeared altogether. Still, the ladybugs danced over her skin, tickling, caressing, comforting, almost as though greeting an old friend, but slowly their light began to fade. They only lasted moments more, and then they, too, vanished with a small, red sparkle.

#echoes #echoes of you #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #fic #writing

[craby-bouquet]

Interruption {CH}

~part 1 ~

Xu Minghao x Reader

Romance, Royal!AU

3000 words

check notes for masterlist and more parts

Prince Minghao woke up, getting his schedule read to him by Yodi, his butler. He listened in silence to his busy schedule that day, while getting dressed.

He had a meeting in half an hour about tax raises,  a thing he wouldn't agree on; living in Voulux was expensive enough as it was. After that meeting he had about two hours to himself,  two hours he would spend doing paperwork,  before he had to get ready to go to the Voulux Fine Art exhibition where he was supposed to give a speech.

Voulux was one of the most respected countries of Pledis, maybe even the most respected. The whole world knew of its existence,  mainly for its art. The old masters of Voulux had left quite the impression on the country,  and even now the artist who lived here were outstanding.

Prince Minghao couldn't say he wasn't proud of his country. Expensive as it was to live here, Voulux had a good reputation. Wonderful art and a respected heir to the throne.

But,  as the people said,  with an example as the current king, it was impossible for the crown prince not to be perfect. The only thing missing was a great wife to guide the king to be. 

It was a thing the advisors always turned to talk about at meetings. And,  of course,  this meeting was like every other;

“We have discussed the matter and  your highness,  we're of the opinion that tax raises are indeed necessary.” Mister Lee prompted,  he didn't smile but Minghao could clearly see a smug look on his face.

Mister Chang made a noise indicating he thought that mister Lee’s idea wasn't very good “And why, Lee, do you think that is necessary? I don't see why a tax raise is in order.”

Lee sighed and turned to Chang “The money we get from it can go to other things. Important things like-”

At this mister Yin stood up “Like healthcare!”

Lee pointed at Yin and smiled “Like healthcare! Exactly Yin! And to police academies, the army and other important inquiries like that.”

Mister Tao chuckled softly “Last time I checked those departments got enough money to last a lifetime. We took care of those at the previous meeting.”

Prince Minghao turned his attention from the men to Yodi,  who was taking notes from beside him. Minghao noticed him, Yodi, rolling his eyes whenever one of the men started talking about reasons why taxes should raise. It made Minghao chuckle.

Mister Lee turned to his prince “Your highness, please, what do you think?”

Minghao sat up straight, Intertwining the fingers of his hands while laying them on the table before him. He scanned the inquisitive faces from his advisors and sighed deeply “I agree with mister Tao on this. Last meeting we decided our tax money should go to those inquiries. I personally don't think tax raises would make sense this time.” He looked around the table at the nodding faces and stopped at mister Lee's face. He clearly didn't agree.

“Unless…” Minghao raised an eyebrow “You had something else in mind to spend the money on,  mister Lee?”

Mister Lee bit his lip,  eyes focused on Minghao’s chin rather than his eyes “Well… your highness I… I just thought we could use the money for,  maybe, a wedding?”

Minghao had known the conversation was bound to go this way, it had done so over and over.

Minghao sighed and sat back in his chair “How generous I find your will to use our taxes for a wedding,  I doubt it will be necessary. Seeing as there is no one I find worthy to wed.” Harsh as it may sound,  it was the truth. Minghao hadn't fallen in love yet. They had gone over this last time as he had told them he would let them know as soon as he thought a wedding would be in order.

It seemed mister Lee wasn't sure what to do with his hands for a second “I am aware of that,  your highness…” He looked Minghao in the eye again “You know,  your highness,  my daughter is a very eligible woman. I think you two would get along very well…”

Minghao made a mocking sound, though he hadn't meant to make it “I'm sure that is true mister Lee. I think she will make for a fine wife for a man who loves her.” He looked around again “As for me, I'm quite enjoying my title as third most eligible bachelor of the Pledis union.”

The men at the table didn't say a word.

Minghao stood up after a couple of minutes of silence “I think we've decided tax raises would be rather otiose. Let us keep them at the height they are now. Thank you for coming here today gentlemen,  you are dismissed.”

Yodi stood up from beside him,  bowed to the men and followed prince Minghao out of the room.

“The nerve.” Minghao mumbled,  shaking his head as he was far from the room where the meeting had been.  Those men didn't at all seem to know what they word respect meant. They didn't listen, they didn't seem to think straight. All they thought about were their daughters, their own well-being. And,  of course, prince Minghao was sure those ladies were great and all but he wanted to wed someone more than great. Someone amazing.

Yodi chuckled “They sure don't know how annoying they are,  huh? You've told them what? 67 times before that you're not getting married to someone random? And they still don't seem to get it. How they became advisors is a miracle to me.”

Prince Minghao wasn't sure if Yodi was talking to himself or to Minghao. But who ever it was,  Minghao agreed with him. They either were to ignorant to understand that when the words “not” and anything close to “wedding” are in the same sentence it usually means there's not going to be a wedding. Or they were really stubborn and wanted to see the perfect crown prince annoyed. Whatever it was,  prince Minghao hated it.

Yodi shook his head as they reached prince Minghao’s room “I will come pick you up in about,” he checked the pocket watch Minghao had given him for his birthday last month. A faint smile tugged on Minghao’s mouth at the thought that Yodi actually used it. “... One and a half hour, your highness. I know you plan on doing paperwork but please, don't overwork yourself, get some rest.” Yodi bowed before walking away.

Minghao had always liked having Yodi around. Ever since he had come round the castle had seemed… less lonely. Before that no one had really known Minghao, he had never let anyone in before Yodi. This meant that Yodi knew everything there was to know about the young prince and could read him like no other. Yodi often knew what Minghao was thinking even before Minghao knew himself.

Though it annoyed him, he had to finish his paperwork by the end of the week,  he listened to Yodi and drew in his sketchbook instead of doing his paperwork. He didn't draw often, as crown prince he had way better things to do than drawing. Drawing wasn't for princes, drawing was for people who had way to much time on their hands. For people who didn't have to think like Minghao had to. He had to stay on the ground with both of his legs. He couldn't afford to drift off into his own world.

But in a country as Voulux, who wouldn't draw every once in a while?

His sketchbook had been long gone when Yodi came to pick him up to leave for the fine art exhibition. Imagine a crown prince drawing. That just wouldn't be right.  A prince had to be serious. Drawing was for commoners.

“Do you have your speech memorised, sir?” Yodi asked in order to start a conversation in the, until that moment, rather silent limousine.

Prince Minghao nodded, not turning his eyes away from the window “Yes.”

This was a thing Minghao enjoyed doing: speeches. He always wrote his own,  which was rare because important people always had their speeches written for them, but Minghao liked writing it himself. Not only because that way he could put his own opinion into it a little,  but also because it felt more real. It was more sincere.

He stepped out on the red carpet surrounded by flashes of cameras. People screamed for him to look their way, jumped up and down for him to notice them and even tried to slip past the guards standing on each side on the carpet to keep people from jumping over the surrounding fences. Minghao straightened his back to walk over the carpet into the big, artistic looking building. He didn't really smile, he had to look serious.

He entered the large hal filled with people only to be gaped at by everyone already present. He nodded his head at people in greeting and followed Yodi to where the prince was supposed to be.

The Chairman of the art society came walking towards prince Minghao with open arms and a wide smile. It was a small,  round man wearing a nice,  black suit “Your Royal highness, it is an honor to make your acquaintance.”

“The honor is mine mister Ren. Thank you for organizing such a fine exhibition.” Prince Minghao looked around out of courtesy, not really seeing anything.

The chairman beamed at the prince's compliment “Thank you,  your highness. Why don't you look around a bit before we start your speech? I could give you a quick tour if you'd like?” he straightened his back proudly.

Minghao curled one side of his lips up in a slight smile “You must be busy, mister Ren, I wouldn't want to be a bother.”

The chairman's eyes widened “Oh you wouldn't at all be a bother highness, on the contrary, it would be my honor.” without awaiting the crown prince’s answer, the chairman started his tour “We could start right here, at this wonderful piece of one of the old masters of Voulux. “conversation of death” by miss Zhao Zhi. A remarkable piece by a remarkable woman…” He looked off into the distance as if he was dreaming “Notice how she actually worked with some kind of texture.” He pointed at parts of the painting “You'll see that she used big brush strokes for the hay, using clair obscur, making the strays visible, almost touchable. And how she used a small textured brush for death's cloak to make it look soft and-”

Minghao had actually been listening interestedly when the party got interrupted by guards bursting through the door holding a beautiful girl by her arm. It was obvious that she had tried to tidy her hair for the party,  but now there were bits and pieces hanging loose in front of her face, probably because she had tried to hurry away from the guards. In her hand she was holding a quite small, square, canvas. It had clearly been painted on with bright colors.

Your eyes scanned the big room full of people but stopped when they noticed prince Minghao. You pushed your glasses a bit further up your nose with the hand you were holding the painting in, causing your face to disappear behind it. The guards pulled you to where the chairman was, the grip on your wrist increasing a little.

Minghao frowned and followed the chairman as he jogged towards the guards “What is this supposed to mean?” he asked in a harsh voice.

Minghao frowned at the sight of you, you had turned your eyes down, looking at prince Minghao's feet.

“She tried to sneak in... again.” The guard that wasn't holding you said.

The chairman sighed frustratedly “You realise that the crown prince is here? And you bring her here!?” The chairman looked around to where he and Minghao had been standing before they ran over to the guards, expecting to see Minghao still standing there. He jumped when he saw Minghao standing right beside him.

Minghao, however,  had been looking at the painting in your hand.  Not noticing the crowd of people gathering around to see what was happening.

“Your highness, I-” The chairman started,  stuttering nervously. He had clearly not expected prince Minghao to stand behind him “She… she has been trying to get in here the entire evening, despite us sending her away multiple times already.”

You tried to pull your arm out of the guard his grip, sighing as you failed to do so.

“Have you asked her why?” Minghao asked, his gaze moving from your face, to your hand, to the chairman.

The chairman stood dumbfounded “W-well… no but-”

The prince raised his hand, signaling the chairman to stop talking, before turning to you. You had stopped wriggling and looked Minghao straight into his eyes. Though looking royalty into their eyes is seen as rude, there was something about you that made him feel like you could. Something about your eyes made him feel comfortable enough to look into them and feel like he never wanted to look away.

Though you had just tried to break in to one of the most important events happening this year, you didn't at all look guilty or scared. It was as if you were oblivious to the fact that this was a completely illegal thing to do.

Minghao changed his amazed expression back to his normal, neutral expression and cleared his throat “Good evening, might I ask what you are doing here?”

Your eyes switched from Minghao’s, to the painting in your hand, to Minghao's nose, afraid to look him in the eye. But you didn't answer. You had opened your mouth to say something but closed it again once you realised you didn't know what to say. Or maybe the fact the crown prince of your country was talking to you, flustered you so much you couldn't say anything. Minghao couldn't tell.

Prince Minghao cleared his throat again before his gaze turned stern “I asked you what you were doing here.”

Your widened, scared looking eyes found his again and blinked once before turning to the painting in your hand again. You sighed before stretching your arm to give prince Minghao the painting.

Minghao frowned, had no idea what you wanted, but stretched his arm to take the painting from you anyway.

“Highness!” The chairman exclaimed “Are you sure that's such a good idea? You don't know what that is.”

Prince Minghao really had a hard time to keep himself from sighing annoyed before he turned his head to the chairman “It's a painting mister Ren. I doubt there's anything life threatening to that.”

Having turned around meant prince Minghao's arm had dropped again, he nodded at the painting “What is this?”

Your lip curled up slightly, your eyes turned to the floor “For you.”

You had an accent, as if you weren’t from Voulux. Maybe you had come from one of the other Pledis countries, Voulux was one of the two Pledis countries that spoke in a language different from the language used in the eleven other. But with those two words you had said Minghao couldn’t be sure.

Minghao rolled his eyes, sighed and took the canvas from you. With rough, big brush stripes an expressionist portrait was painted on it. A portrait of a person Minghao recognized as himself. He was painted in bright, warm colors. A crown on his head, his eyes looking to the right. It was gorgeous.

Minghao had no idea how long he stared at the painting before his eyes turned themselves to you again. Seconds, maybe minutes or hours. Never had anyone painted him, and you, a strange girl whom he didn't know, had painted him so beautifully. Out of nowhere, unexpected.

Your eyes inspected him curiously, tried to read him, hoping you could see what he thought of your present. But as a crown prince, Minghao had learned how to keep his face straight. And though he wanted to smile, scream out of happy surprise and hug you, he knew he couldn't.

He let his arm, holding the canvas, hang beside his body and frowned, looking you in your eyes “...Who are you?” he didn't ask it loudly, merely whispered it. Just for you to hear.

But just before you could introduce yourself mister Ren stepped in “Your highness, what did she give you?”

He held out his hand for Minghao to give him the painting, but Minghao pulled the canvas up to his chest so the chairman couldn't take it. He turned to the guards, completely ignoring mister Ren “Could you take her to the back please? Don’t hurt her, I'll handle this later.” Without giving you another look he turned to the chairman again, handing the painting to Yodi, the look in his eyes suggesting he couldn't show anyone “Is it time for my speech yet, Chairman?”

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[queenofcats17]

First Christmas Back

@bornoffireandwisdom asked if I could write a story about Norman’s first Christmas back with Wendy after getting rescued from the studio. And I thought it was too cute not to write. 

It was Norman’s first Christmas back since he’d been rescued from the studio and Wendy was determined to make it the best one she could. It had been a difficult year for all of them. She wanted to put all that had happened behind them, giving Norman happier memories than the ones he currently had. She had fond memories of Christmas with her brother when they’d been young. Maybe if she could recreate those memories, they’d all feel better. Norman was feeling better in general, but he still woke up nearly every night with nightmares. The shadow of Joey’s actions still hung over them. And she knew Christmas wouldn’t fix everything, but she thought it would at least make things a little better. So she started to plan out what Christmas would be like. She didn’t want it to just be her and Norman, so she invited Cordelia and Roy as well. 

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Wendy quickly added after giving the invitation. “If you have other plans, I mean. I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

“We’d love to come!” Cordelia assured her. “We don’t have anything else planned. And, well, it does get a little lonely here.” She trailed off a bit. “Sorry. We’ll definitely be there. Do you want us to bring presents?”

“Only if you can afford it,” Wendy said. “I can’t really afford to get either of you anything. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright, really,” Cordelia said. “I completely understand. It’ll be nice to just see you both.” She laughed. “I think we’ve all gotten pretty close. Being with both of you...It’s almost like the old days.” The conversation abruptly petered off after that. 

“Sorry.” Cordelia sighed. “I..I didn’t mean to bring up the studio.”

“It’s alright,” Wendy said. “I’ll see you and Roy on Christmas, right?”

“Of course.”

Wendy sighed and hung up. Now to prepare. There was an artificial Christmas tree in the basement. She’d have to set that up. She went down and dragged the box upstairs. The noise drew Norman from his room where he’d been drawing. He tilted his head to the side as he watched his sister drag the box into the living room. 

“What’s going on?” He wrote on his sketchpad. 

“I’m getting the Christmas tree out,” Wendy explained. “Do you remember Christmas?” Norman screwed his face up in thought. 

“Kinda?”

“Well, technically it’s supposed to celebrate the birth of Jesus, but it’s become more about giving presents and being with family,” Wendy said. “And if you’re nice, Santa comes and gives you a present for being good all year.” Norman’s eyes widened. 

“Will Santa bring me presents?”

“I don’t know.” Wendy turned back to look at him, a smile tugging at her lips. “Have you been good?” Norman nodded fervently, making Wendy smile even more. 

“Do you want to help me decorate the tree?” She asked. “Once I get it up, I mean.” Norman nodded again, making happy noises as he put down his sketchpad. 

Wendy managed to get the tree up, but it did take a little effort. She then had to get the ornaments. Some of them were breakable, so she stowed those away. But the others were alright to put up. Some of them were ornaments that she and Norman had made as children, and she pointed those out.

“I made this in kindergarten.” Wendy laughed, holding up a small ornament made out of macaroni and paper. It was a heart, the border made of macaroni with a photo in the middle. The photo was of Norman and Wendy, both smiling and making goofy faces.

“It’s pretty bad, huh?” Wendy shrugged as she hung it on a branch. Norman shook his head, giving her a thumbs up. He seemed to enjoy hanging the ornaments on the branches. Whenever he found a particularly pretty one, he’d present it proudly to Wendy, who patted his head and told him it was lovely. 

The decorated tree did look rather nice. It was haphazardly decorated, but the ornaments the siblings had picked were ornaments that had special significance. Wendy smiled as she looked at the tree. It was almost like when she’d been young. Norman had tired himself out by that point, which gave her some time to wrap the presents she’d gotten for him. She’d picked the presents out weeks in advance, knowing that there weren’t a lot of times when Norman wasn’t with her. For the present from her, she’d picked out a new sketchbook and colored pencils. And for the present from ‘Santa’, she’d bought a soft, fuzzy sweater. She’d found that certain textures calmed Norman down when he was upset, soft and fuzzy textures being some of them. He also just generally liked sweaters.

The present from her went under the tree, while the one from “Santa” was hidden away in her closet for Christmas. As Christmas drew closer, Norman grew more and more excited in anticipation of Santa’s arrival. Wendy had also mentioned that Roy and Cordelia would also be coming over, which made Norman even more excited. It had been a little bit since he’d seen either Bell sibling. Both had been rather busy as of late. He’d asked a few times if they were giving him presents, which had led to Wendy awkwardly dodging the question.

When Christmas finally rolled around, Norman was the one to wake her up in the morning. The night before, they’d left out cookies and milk for “Santa” and when Norman had fallen asleep Wendy had taken a bite of the cookie and deposited her present to Norman beneath the tree. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his eager face peeking over the side of her bed. She remembered being the one to wake Norman up on Christmas when she’d been young.

“You’re really excited, aren’t you?” She sat up in bed. Norman nodded eagerly, practically vibrating where he stood. She got up and followed him into the living room. Norman saw the extra present under the tree and the bite out of the cookie and turned back to Wendy, his eyes wide. He pointed excitedly, jumping up and down.

“It looks like Santa came.” She said. “Do you want to see what he got you?” Norman flopped down in front of the tree, grabbing the present and ripping off the paper. He stopped when he saw the sweater inside. The sweater was pink and fluffy, with an adorable kitty face on the front. He just stared at the sweater, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” Wendy knelt beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Norman made a small noise, pressing the sweater to his cheek and rubbing it. 

“Do you not like it?” 

Norman shook his head, taking his sketchpad and flipping to a fresh page. 

“It feels like home.” He wrote. When Wendy looked up at him, he was smiling with tears in his eyes. 

“Oh, Normy.” She smiled softly. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. 

“Why don’t you open the present I got for you while I answer the door?” She suggested, getting up. Norman nodded, picking up the package and beginning to unwrap it. When Wendy answered the door, she found Roy and Cordelia standing there, both smiling. Roy had a number of gifts in his arms.

“Merry Christmas!” Cordelia said before hugging Wendy. 

“Merry Christmas.” Wendy hugged her back awkwardly. “You didn’t have to get us anything, really.”

“We wanted to.” Roy smiled slightly. “Although, you should know some of this is food.”

“Well, I guess you should come in.” Wendy couldn’t help but smile as well, stepping aside so that the Bell siblings could enter. In the living room, Norman had put on his sweater and was now examining his new sketchpad.

“Look who came.” Wendy sat back down beside Norman. Norman waved excitedly as Cordelia sat down on the floor as well.

“Hello, Norman.” Cordelia smiled. Roy deposited the food in the kitchen before bringing the presents in. Norman’s eyes got even wider when he saw more presents. 

“These two are for you, and these are for you.” Roy handed the presents to each Polk sibling. Cordelia had given Norman a little plush cat and Wendy a new dress. Roy had given Norman a book on how to draw portraits and Wendy some new kitchen utensils. 

“Thank you.” Wendy started to tear up a little. It wasn’t so much the gifts that mattered, it was the thought. 

“You’re very welcome.” Cordelia wrapped her in a hug. “We wanted to make this Christmas a good one for both of you.”

“Thank you so much.” Wendy tried to wipe away her tears. Suddenly, Norman got up and ran off to his room, his stuffed cat clutched to his chest. Everyone in the living room frowned and exchanged confused looks. When Norman returned, he had three sheets of paper in his other hand. He excitedly handed them out to the others before sitting down again. 

He’d drawn a picture for each of them. The pictures depicted the person they’d been given to, generally with something Norman associated them with. Cordelia’s had her surrounded by a bunch of cats, Roy’s depicted him drawing (with little spiders thrown in), and Wendy’s had him and Wendy holding hands. He’d scratched out his head as usual, but other than that the siblings looked happy in the picture. 

“Aaw, thank you!” Cordelia said, pressing the drawing to her chest. She’d received a lot of pictures from her students and it always touched her heart to get one. Roy didn’t say anything, but he did crack a smile and laugh softly. 

“Thank you, Norman.” Wendy drew her brother into a hug. Norman beamed at the reactions. He didn’t really have the ability to get them all presents like someone else could, but he’d wanted to give them something anyway. He loved all of them and he wanted them to know that. 

“Who’s hungry?” Cordelia asked after a few minutes. “We brought a bunch of different foods.”

“Some of which are cinnamon rolls,” Roy said with a smile. Norman made a happy noise, clapping his hands together. Then he paused and looked at Wendy.

“Yes, you can have one.” She said. Cordelia and Roy got up and went to the kitchen, Norman following behind. Wendy smiled to herself. This year had been difficult, but she had her brother back. And things were going to be alright.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim saudade au #fanfiction #wendy polk #norman polk #cordelia bell #roy bell

[writing4lovebangtan7]

Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 4

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

I don’t have a window, so light shouldn’t be streaming in. What I wake up to is not sunlight and soft magical music that tells me I’m better. Instead I wake up to the feeling of hunger and the light of my phone going off. Blaring some annoying ringtone, I set it to. With a killing vow, I open my eyes and lift my hand to pick up the phone and answer it.

“hello?”

“ah y/n-sshi, are you okay?” its one of the managers, checking in I guess

I tell them I’m okay that I’m just come down with the flu.

“that’s not good at all! the boys told us you gave them the project and they are working on it as we speak, are you unable to join them at this moment?”

I tell them I can, I’ll just need a moment to ready myself and gather my notes.

“wonderful! Im sure you would be happy to know that according to the group, you slept a good portion of yesterday onto this evening”

Evening? I had fallen asleep at 1 yesterday, how was it already the very next day?

I don’t have time to say anything due to the loud rumble my stomach makes.

“thank you, I will be going to join them now”

“please take care of yourself, y/n”

I tell them I will and hang up, looking at the plushies I ask them quietly to not make fun of me for look like hell. Chuckling to myself I get up and gather a new change of clothes, I’m hungry, dizzy and still a little nauseous thanks to over sleeping. Before I head out to find the shower, I take more of my cold medicine, the recommended dose is only two every four hours and to not exceed eight doses. The regular over the counter medicine that is easily self-prescribed if you know what you are dealing with.

Naturally I got exactly what I needed. Feeling like time was short, I waddle to the bathroom and take a hot shower. I chuckle to myself thinking that if this was a comedy, one of the boys would knock on my bathroom door and shout for me while I’m comedically exposed behind the sheer wet glass.

I hear a knock and I flinch while under the hot steamy shower. I really wish my wild imaginations wouldn’t come true like this because things would get really hectic.

“noona?” oh my god its Jungkook, why is he in here?

“oh she is showering we need to leave now” there was namjoon’s voice

              I don’t say anything because I’m to done with my situation. My skin feels to good under the hot water for me to want to leave now. However, I hear the door close and I feel safe again. For some reason I was vary worried the boys might open the bathroom door to look for me. Frankly, I would have been very pissed if they did. I was not hired to be a convenient stage show for them. So I would be raising all kinds of hell should I feel any kind of uncomfortable vibe from the boys at this stage of the job.

              Finishing up, I step out of the steamy shower and dry off. Putting on fresh clean clothes, I check my self out in the mirror. Dark purple hoodie, another set of yoga pants with the text “Strong” across the butt. It made me laugh to wear it and I’m sure the boys would get a laugh out of it too but I made sure my hoodie was big enough to hide my butt. I messed with my hair a little bit before settling for letting it hang down again. The headache would be to much to deal with again today. Finally leveling my gaze with myself, I took a moment to consider my feelings about myself. Everything about myself…today, because of BTS, I was starting to love. I had wondered about the psychology of music and how it truly helps people over come some tough times. My theory is, because BTS has music that makes us say nicer things to ourselves like how jin’s epiphany gives us the moment of “maybe I am the one I should love” forces the negative thoughts aside and gives us a moment to say “maybe…” and that, I think is another reason why so many fans fell in love with the band’s message. It literally forced them to rethink self-love and help them love themselves more. Even if just a little bit, and that speaks volumes to the boys.

              Smiling to myself despite the yucky feeling of being sick. I step out of the bathroom and throw my dirty clothes into the basket by my bed. I know I need to face them, I check the time and confirm that I did in fact sleep for half a day. Yikes is the only thing I can think as I grab a notebook, a sketchbook and some color pencils, pens, and an eraser. I take my phone charger with me as I am walking towards the door. Making my way towards the living room I hear rustling of papers, pencils and some cups being lifted or placed down. Soft mummering voices discussing the concepts for the cards.

              “Yaaa, why would you copy noona like that Jungkook?” I hear jin say as I walk in.

              They startle me as yoongi looks up and makes a small ooh! Noise, they turn so fast to see me that I jump a little.

              “Hey guys” I say in English and chuckle, switch back to Korean takes me a minute because my head starts to pound.

              “I need foo-“I’m stopped by jin before I could finish, he tells me there’s food in the kitchen

Suddenly, Jimin stands up and grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen, the boys also follow us and say a lot of things to me excitedly. they told me about their ideas for concepts, game rules and even new games for armies to play with the cards. I couldn’t really understand half of the games so I’m sure I would need to make a more linear process for the new card games. So far, Jungkook liked my beauty and the beast idea but jin and namjoon believed it would not be fair to my original idea.

“No I like it, but for jungkook’s concept I think what you are looking for is Alice in Wonderland Jungkook-shii”

His eyes sparkled as soon as I mentioned the title of the old children’s fairy tale. When I looked down, I realized I was now sitting and there was food placed in front of me. Cooked by our one and only jin. Pancakes, eggs, ham, some noodles, and something else I don’t know what it is but it looks like rice. After my plate is filled by nearly all the boys trying to take care of me carefully. It turns out that it was in fact rice. Jimin was trying to feed me but I stop him with a laugh

“boys I’m still holding my stuff” I say, lifting my left arm that held everything.

Taehyung reaches over and takes my supplies and sets them on the counter closest to the fridge, away from the stove. The boys at this point are now settling down and waiting for me to eat so that they can start telling me more about the plans. I eat this time, slowly, enjoying the flavors now that my tongue can taste but to my deep disappointment. My sickness prevents me from really enjoying the meal. My tongue still has this dull sense of taste, and everything seems to taste the same except for the noodles. I like the texture of the pancakes, fluffy and warm, the eggs were nice and had some seasoning on them. The ham was honeyed which made me sad because I really wanted to enjoy that flavor but after looking at everything over again…

“Jin you didn’t cook this did you?” I say, laughing as all the boys turn and look at him with knowing smiles and he gets flustered.

“I am world wide handsome and you are accusing me of lying?”

“there’s no way you cooked all of this in little time and only because you knew I would wake up ten minutes ago”

They all are holding in laughs and trying to get me to eat more, which, knowing that jin didn’t work so hard to make me anything, I eat everything on my plate despite my stomach telling me to not eat to much. I feel better, my head is now clear, but I feel the feeling of my head going fuzzy. I have no other way of describing the feeling. But after I eat, and the boys assure me that they ate food before I showed up. We go back to the living room and I sit down at the same spot I was at yesterday. The couch still has my blanket there, there’s water bottles where my glass was. Good I’ll need to stay hydrated today. Taehyung brings me my art supplies and they all get back to their respective spots, jin has some color pencils, jimin only has some black pens, yoongi has one single ball point pen. Namjoon has a koya pen with some crayons. Tae and Jungkook are sharing art supplies.

This is going to get really wild soon, I can just feel it.

#kim namjoon #rm #namjoon #kim seokjin #jin #seokjin #kim taehyung #taehyung #V #park jimin #jimin #j-hope #hobi #jeon jungkook #jungkook #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts imagine #bts #bantang #bts au #imagine au #jung hoseok #hoseok