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ATEEZ reaction : surprising them with homemade food

requested: yes, thank you! [honey, I am SO sorry for only doing it now] prompt : their s/o surprising them with homemade food genre : fluff warnings : !! food mention !! (obviously but I prefer repeating it), very poorly written, overbearingly cliché. A/N : so uhm, hi again? this got requested like months ago and i never actually sat down to write it [commitment issues oops] but now I’m happy that i actually manage to do it today! Also don’t mind the mistakes, pleaaaase I feel like I speak like a 5-year old when I have to write something in english (even though I have an c1 diploma in english sdfjhsf i’m so sorry if it’s bad)

Hongjoong

Songwriter!Hongjoong

You finished eating dinner near 8 pm and laid on the couch after doing the dishes.

After having patiently waited for your boyfriend to come home, you decided to go to bed as the clock neared midnight, still no trace of him.

It’s only when you washed your face and applied your serum that you changed your mind.

Putting on your shoes and your coat, you grabbed the plastic bag carrying the Tupperware filled with the food you had prepared for dinner and made your way out the door.

You weren’t keen on walking alone at night, but fortunately, his studio wasn’t that far, so you managed to make it safely there.

Knocking on the wooden door, you received no answer, so you slightly pulled the door open, only to be met with silence.

Hongjoong had noise-cancelling headphones latched on his ears, head bobbing at a certain rhythm as he scribbled some lyrics in his brown leather notebook.

The notebook he carried everywhere, even when he was around you.

Sometimes, he would get inspiration just by watching you sleep, read or cook. Writing down whatever crossed his mind, he never showed you what they said.

However, you paid no mind to his privacy. You respected that he kept it a secret, you did the same with your poetry book.

You knew how it felt when someone read pieces of art you’ve created, you feel naked and exposed to the reader, and it made your guts churn of anxiety when someone even tried to look into your notebooks.

But now, you had a problem to deal with. How do you make yourself noticeable without scaring your boyfriend to death?

Banging your fist on the door didn’t work and calling his name didn’t work either.

He jumped out of his skin when you softly placed a hand on his shoulder, a yelp unintentionally coming out of his mouth.

Turning around, he noticed your figure and laid a hand on his chest, the other grabbing your forearm as a sign of affection.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t know how to make myself noticeable.” You said with an apologetic look, but Hongjoong waved it off.

“It’s okay, sugarplum. Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

“Well, since it’s past midnight and you weren’t coming back, I decided to bring a piece of home to you and brought you this.” You lifted the plastic bag and handed it to him. It was his turn to look at you, remorse filling his eyes as he realised that he lost the notion of time and stayed behind at the studio to produce.

“Thank you baby, but I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he stood up, hugging you tightly as he kissed your cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“It’s nothing, baby. You should eat now, it’s going to cool down,” you whispered as you let go and he sat down, drawing another chair to have you by his side. He kissed your temple before you rushed him to eat, noticing his eyebags and his tiredness written all over his face.

You were getting tired as well, but Hongjoong was a hundred times worth it to stay up late at night, to see him with a bright smile and adoring eyes on his face as he tasted the food you cooked.

Seonghwa

CEO!AU

“Hello Miss, where can I find the office of Mr Park?”

“Park Seonghwa?” the receptionist said, and you nodded, replacing a piece of hair behind your ear. “The head department is on the 19th floor, at the far end of the left corridor.” You thanked her and made your way to the elevators, waiting with other employees.

You greeted people you knew by sight with a nod and a smile, going to the floor reception. Some people stopped talking, listening to your words.

“Excuse me, is Mr Park Seonghwa here?”

“Yes, but he’s currently in a meeting. It’ll end in a few minutes,” she said, looking up what seemed to be his schedule on the computer. “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“Oh no,” you stuttered as you could almost feel his coworkers’ eyes on you, “I’m just his wife, and I need to give him something he forgot at home.”

“No problem, I’ll guide you to his office. Please follow me,” she announced, standing up, her heels clicking on the white tiles. You awkwardly smiled and bowed at his colleagues and followed the secretary, thanking her as she showed you the door of his office.

Your husband appeared a couple of minutes later, reading a file while talking on the phone. You cleared your throat, and Seonghwa looked up, his phone almost falling from the shoulder that was pressing it against his ear.

“Can you please fix a schedule with my secretary, I have a lot of work to deal with right now. Yes, yes thank you. Have a nice day too. Goodbye Sir.” he ended his phone call, sliding his smartphone in his pants pocket.

Tenderly looking at you, he smiled and approached you.

“Honey, baby. I didn’t expect you to see you here,” he warmly said before capturing your lips in a sweet yet passionate kiss, an arm wrapping around your waist.

“I’m because my husband, whose head is constantly into business, forgot his lunch before going to work this morning,” you stated as you lifted the brown paper bag, his eyes widening as his shoulders softly subside in relief.

“What did I do to deserve a wonderful wife like you?” he asked as he took the bag, kissing your cheek at the same time.

“I don’t know, but your wonderful wife would appreciate that her husband wouldn’t forget his lunch every day because she’s taking time on her lunch break to bring the food to him.” You arched a brow, and he chuckled, his arm never leaving your waist.

“I love you,” he muttered, and you softly kissed his lips.

“I love you too. Enjoy your lunch darling,” you said as you made your way towards the door, shooting him a smile before walking away.

Little did you know that once you were out of sight, he went out to the lunchroom to eat his food - something that he never did -, showing off the fact that his wife came to bring him lunch.

He earned the complaints and whines from his colleagues, whose partners didn’t even look at them when they came home.

And with that, he asked his secretary to cancel a meeting in the early evening to come home earlier than you, preparing you a nice, lovely dinner to thank you for your gesture.

Yunho

Architect student!Yunho

In the small apartment that you shared with your lovely Yunho, you were about to prepare dinner, but you realised that there was nothing in the fridge.

Quickly turning off the stove, you put on your shoes and jacket and made your way out the door, a quick trip to the convenience store.

You arrived in front of the store as the sun was setting, the last rays of sunshine hitting the windows, sending beautiful scenery in front of you.

You knew that Yunho was working hard, as much as you did, but you wanted to surprise him a bit, so you decided to buy the ingredients to cook his favourite food.

Packs of meat, vegetables and rice in your bag, you were off to go home.

Riding the bus, you checked that you had everything and stepped off at your stop.

Yunho hadn’t moved from his spot while you were absent. He was still focused on his work, an HB pencil in one hand and a ruler in the other.

You placed everything down on the counter and started working on your duty.

Boiling water, grilling the meat and stirring the vegetables in a pot. You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t even register your boyfriend walking in the kitchen, sneaking his arms around your waist while prepping your shoulder with kisses.

“What’s cooking, good looking,” you snorted at the pun, and he chuckled, kissing your cheek as you cooked the meat while stirring the veggies.

“Open up, handsome,” you say as you bring a piece of meat to his mouth with the spatula. He opened his mouth, and you dropped the piece of meat on his extended tongue, munching on it after kissing you.

“Maybe two more minutes? But otherwise, it’s perfect, I liked the way you seasoned it, baby,” he stated, and you smile, stirring the food for a couple more minutes.

While eating, Yunho looked exhausted but happy. He did a little happy dance when you placed the plate in front of him, earning a kiss on the cheek for taking care of everything.

“I know we can get pretty busy with college and work,” he started before taking a sip of water, the food feeling extremely hot in his mouth, “but I’m glad we established a pattern of regularly eating together,” he admitted, smiling as he reached across the table for your hand.

“It feels good to be just the two of us, it’s sometimes tiring to have someone around constantly,” he nodded at your words, his thumb softly rubbing your knuckles.

“You’re right, our friends can get pretty hectic,” he chuckled and so did you, the subject of the conversation coming back on studies.

“So, how’s your project doing?” you demanded, and he just shrugged.

“It’s sometimes hard to get inspiration, but once I get it, everything goes smoothly,” you nodded and kept listening as your partner explained his work, a passionate sparkle in his eyes, outshining the ceiling light hanging above your heads.

“So yeah, we’ll see how it goes. Normally, if I didn’t mess up too much, my professor should be happy about the plans.”

“Why wouldn’t he be happy?” you questioned as you took the last piece of food that you had on your plate before crossing your cutlery.

“I mean… There are elements of my imagination in my work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his warm hand leaving yours, “but I took into account every piece of advice that you gave me since the beginning of my work, and honestly, I think I wouldn’t have gotten this far without them.”

“Oh shut it,” you snorted at your boyfriend, but immediately calmed down as you noticed the same serious expression on his face, “are-are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he smirked, and you both stood up, going back to the kitchen to fill up the dishwasher.

“But you’re the one majoring in architecture, not me,”

“I know,” he retorted as he wiped the counter, “but it sometimes helps to have an outside point of view. Someone who doesn’t constantly have their nose in the theory and lecture notes is very helpful for creativity. You’re my muse Y/N, you have such amazing ideas that everything seems brighter and easier when you help.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s praise and went for a hug, squeezing him tight around you.

“I’m so happy that we’re together,” you said as you laid your head against his chest, his hand going into your hair.

“You don’t know how much I love you Y/N,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

“I think I have an idea,” you said as you looked up at him.

“No, you don’t, I love you more than you can ever see or imagine,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. He was giving you all the love and affection he had for you in this kiss, and you felt complete.

Yeosang

Idol!Yeosang

Waking up to the sound of your alarm, you were quick to turn it off to not wake up your boyfriend sleeping next to you.

Forcing yourself to start your day this early is such a pain in the ass, but your income makes it motivating and worth it. Plus, you wanted to save time for tonight because you knew how lazy you could get when it came to cooking.

So, at 6 am, you put on an apron over your pyjamas and started cooking the meal for tonight - Yeosang’s favourite - while preparing your breakfast at the same time.

Being good at multitasking has its perks after all.

Around an hour and a half later, you were done with cooking and washing the dishes, now getting ready to go to work.

The sun was rising, making the task of getting out of your comfortable apartment a little less painful.

Yeosang didn’t move an inch when you closed the main door, still dead asleep in your shared bed.

It was his first day off after going a few months without truly resting, and you could tell that his body needed it. When he came home last night, he was slow and could barely keep his eyes open during the show you chose to watch, he was tempted to use your shoulder as a pillow.

But it was one of the rare times that he could spend alone with you so he wouldn’t let that pass.

It was finally midday when you looked at your phone, still no news of Yeosang.

Knowing how tired he was, you didn’t worry about it, he was probably still asleep.

And you were right, his body went into recovery mode.

He woke up around two in the afternoon, shaken awake as a truck honked just under your windows.

Yeosang was still tired even though he slept for over twelve hours, so he decided to stay in bed for a bit longer.

He finally got out of bed around three as the rest of the group asked to play a bit of Among Us with them.

He stayed behind the computer for the rest of the afternoon, deciding to go for a run as the day was coming to an end, only eating a banana while he was getting ready.

It smelt like you had cooked something this morning, so he wanted to wait a bit until you came home to eat with you.

You were about to close the door behind you when you heard a familiar low voice.

“Y/N, wait!” Yeosang was in his sports equipment, slightly out of breath as you let him in.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you swiftly pecked his lips. You both took off your shoes, hurrying your boyfriend to take a shower as you entered the kitchen.

You could finally settle down to eat when he appeared from his shower, making your way towards you before prepping your neck with kisses, asking about your day.

“Woah, you cooked my favourite dish?” he asked as you put a plate in the microwave.

“Yes! I figured out that you’d appreciate eating something special on your free day,” you replied, and Yeosang hugged you tightly from behind, giving you a big smooch on your cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he mumbled against your skin as a ‘ding’ drowned his voice out.

You both sat down on the couch, your plate in hand and enjoyed the food and each other’s company for the rest of the evening.

San

Hacker!San

“Sannie?” you asked as you walked into his dimmed bedroom, his computer screens being the only sources of light in the room, alongside with LEDs ornating the walls.

Headphones screwed on his ears, he rapidly typed on his computer, lines of coding appearing on the screen. San couldn’t hear you, he was a tad bit too focused on his task to pay attention to his surroundings.

As a way to make yourself noticeable, you turned on his bedside lamp, startling him as he took off his blue light glasses, Grime blasting from his headphones as he let them fall around his neck.

“Sweetie, do you need anything?” he said as he spun his chair around, observing you.

You were balancing a plate, a glass filled with coke, a napkin and some cutlery on a trail, carefully making your way towards your boyfriend as you tried not to spill anything on his fancy setup.

“Dinner’s served,” you sweetly chanted as you finally laid the trail in front of him, the smell of fresh, homemade food invading his nostrils.

“Thank you, baby, you’re amazing,” he said as he encircled an arm around your waist, making you fall on his lap. You smiled as he laid a soft kiss on your upper arm, grabbing the fork with his other hand before bringing the food to his mouth. He gratefully hummed and nodded as he munched on it, shooting you a wink as he looked up at you.

“It’s delicious baby girl,” he mumbled after swallowing, directly taking another bite. He lightly frowned as he didn’t see a plate for you. “You already ate?”

“Yeah, I called you a couple of times from the kitchen, but you seemed busy so I didn’t want to bother you,” you said as you shyly tightened your ponytail, a disappointed look growing on his face.

“Y/N, babe,” he started, tightening his grip around your figure as he put the fork down, “you should’ve yelled for me to come to eat with you... You’re my girlfriend, coding and hacking come after you, okay? I love you more than anything, I can and I will put everything aside to spend time with you. So next time, I’ll come downstairs to eat with you, alright? I don’t want to know that you’re eating alone in our home.”

“Yes Sannie, but-”

“Shht, there are no buts,” he said as he kissed you on the lips, keeping on eating the food you cooked for him with you still on his lap after he made sure that this wouldn’t happen again. You watched your boyfriend filling his stomach and talked with him about everything, just catching up on the last few days that you spent separated from each other.

“I love you darling, thank you for the amazing food,” San said as he cupped your face, placing a big, soft kiss on your cheek.

You giggled and slightly moved his beanie, being able to play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I love you too San, I do,” you whispered as you straddled him and rested your head on his collarbone, his hand rubbing your back up and down your spine.

“Wanna cuddle?” he suggested, and you were about to say no since he looked busy, but you caught yourself just on time, his light scolding coming back in your mind.

“Yes, please,” you mumbled, and he approved, removing his headset from his neck and shook the beanie off his head, replacing his hair in a somewhat correct way.

“Alright,” he softly mumbled while wrapping his arms around you, carefully standing up as he laid kisses on your exposed skin. It didn’t matter where it was, every spot that he saw some skin, he had to kiss it.

And that’s how you spent the rest of the night cuddled in San’s arms, his cold hand drawing circled on your stomach, sending shivers in your body as he soothingly rubbed the skin.

Mingi

Dancer!Mingi

You huffed as you nonchalantly threw your phone on the table, your boyfriend being unreachable as you called him for the nth time tonight.

You knew that he was training and improving his dancing skills, but you wished that he could take small breaks here and there.

Not to text you back, you could wait, but for his sanity and health.

There’s a reason between working hard and overworking yourself.

And Mingi seemed to struggle to distinguish the difference between the two notions.

You never said that it was easy, you were struggling as well, but sometimes you wished that he’d understand it better than you do.

The clock neared midnight, and he still wasn’t home. You started getting slightly irritated as he was probably overworking himself and not eating.

But you couldn’t blame it for that, you did the same when you had big exams or assignments coming up, you tended to ditch breaks and skip meals.

So, since you were caring about your boyfriend’s well being, you stood up and went to the fridge, where a container filled with the potion you had prepared for your boyfriend was.

Putting on a warm sweater and some pants before making your way out, locking the door behind you.

You took a longer road to go to his practice studio, but you found with relief that the convenience store was still open, sighing in relief as you read that it wasn’t going to close anytime soon.

You took drinks for the two of you and some extras as you thought that some of the boys could be still practising, paid and headed to the practice room.

When you arrived, you waved at San, who looked exhausted and sweaty, surprised to see you out at this hour.

“You’re here for your lovely Mingi?” he teased as he declined to give you a side hug due to his current state.

“Yes, I was getting worried since he wasn’t coming home,” you declared, and San smiled, finding adorable that you were looking after your boyfriend.

“You can go, he’s still in the practice room, he’s the only one left.” you thanked him and gave him one of the spare drinks that you bought since you didn’t know who would still be there with your boyfriend. His dimples appeared when he thanked you, and you wished him a good - yet short - night of rest before entering the building.

When you arrived in front of the practice room door, you noticed your boyfriend dancing through the window, and you could see that his movements were slower and less energised than usual.

You slowly opened the door, your eardrums being attacked by loud music, the bass resonating in your stomach as you made yourself seen.

When Mingi saw you, a sort of relieved yet guilty look appeared on his face as he went to the stereo to lower the music.

“Hey,” he said in a whisper, eyes carrying a truck of guilt in them.

“Hi babe,” you said as you handed him the plastic bag, “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t have eaten, so I went out and bought this for you,” you said as you sat down together, in the middle of the room.

Mingi was more tired than he wanted to show. You had identified a pattern within him, his looks on his face and his figure betraying him. When he was as hunched over as he currently was, you knew that his back was hurting and that he was overworking himself.

However, you didn’t say anything, your behaviour and gaze unintentionally telling him what your opinion was. The silence was the best option. You were both exhausted, and the last thing you wanted to do was to start a fight this late in the evening.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N,” he said before clenching his jaw to stifle a yawn, but you caught it.

“You’re welcome honey, but you know my opinion on your behaviour,” you added, and he nodded, eating his mouthful.

“I know, I know,” he sighed and kept on eating while you opened the two soda cans laying in front of you. Mingi took a few gulps of it, and you got another one from the plastic bag, your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes.

“But, let’s not talk about this now, the last thing I wanna do is get in an argument with you,” you said, and he listened, thanking you as you handed him the can. “I already barely see you during the week, so I don’t want to get into a fight when I have an opportunity to see you,” you sighed but smiled anyway, Mingi’s guilt increasing in his heart.

“I’m sorry-”

“Shht,” you said to your boyfriend as you gently rubbed his back up and down, applying some pressure on spots that you knew were aching. “Are you coming home soon or do you plan on sleeping in the guest room in the building?” you asked as you watch your boyfriend take another bite of the food you had prepared for the two of you.

“Let me finish this amazing food, and we’re going home,” he answered, and you nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s very tasty by the way,” you knew that he was trying to change the subject and you appreciated the effort, trying to forget his neglect of self-care and simply smiled at him.

When he finished his meal, you stood up and put everything in the trash, noticing in the mirror that Mingi struggled to get up, a grimace abruptly replacing the smile he was giving you moments ago. As soon as you turned to face him, he tried his best to erase the pain off his face. You didn’t raise it, but you made a mental note to yourself to try and reason him later. And, if it wasn’t working, you’d call Hongjoong for help. Maybe he’ll listen to him.

The walk home was silent, quite awkward. Your boyfriend tried his best to be as natural as possible, but his back pains were making him hiss and silently groan in pain at almost every step he took.

“Okay, maybe I did a bit too much tonight,” he said as his voice hesitated, alerting you. He looked broken, his bottom lip between his teeth as he kept on walking to your place, feeling a wave of relief as your apartment building came into sight.

You held his hand and grabbed his forearm with your other free hand, helping him to walk until you finally arrived in front of the elevator.

As soon as you entered your home, you sped to the bathroom and ran a warm bath, sprinkling some relaxing salt in it before helping Mingi to take off his shirt.

Once he was done, you helped him to get out of the tub and took care of him. He stared at you in awe as you dried his hair with the blow dryer and assisted him in putting on his pyjamas before walking him to bed.

Quickly doing your nighttime routine, you walked to your bed with heating patches as your boyfriend was already lying on his stomach, the most relieving position for him to sleep into. You slightly pressed some areas in his back, and you applied some patches where he grunted more loudly.

“Alright, now rest, baby,” you kissed his cheek, and he extended his hand to grab yours.

“Thank you for everything, baby,” he said as you shook your head with a faint smile, feeling the tiredness getting the best of you.

"It's okay, Mingi," you whispered as he lifted your linked hands to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand, a loving gesture that you particularly appreciated.

“Sleep well, baby, and think about what we’ve talked about at the studio, okay?” you mumbled, giving him one last kiss before falling asleep, still holding his hand.

“I love you,” Mingi mumbled before falling asleep, as well.

Wooyoung

College AU

Entering the library, you tried your best to hide the plastic bag from the librarian, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the smell of food following you like your shadow.

You weren’t allowed to bring food inside the library, school authorities were scared that you’d stain the books or not clean the tables, which was the case when you went to work in the library.

You had always found this disrespectful that people would leave their trash on the tables without cleaning, it exasperated you.

Why was it so complicated to put your trash in a bin?

But since you thought that you were quite a clean, hygienic student, you allowed yourself to sneak in food for you and your friends.

When you arrived near your friends, Mingi was the first one to spot you, hungry for the content of the plastic bags you were carrying.

Your friends discreetly clapped their hands as you arrived as a hero at the table. You shushed them when they got a bit too excited over the food, reminding them that you weren’t supposed to eat there.

Since you were the one that went and bought the food, you were the one distributing the small containers the Chinese takeout the employees had put the food in.

Wooyoung was the only one who was kind of sulky because he wasn’t fond of the place you bought the food from since that event. That event where one of the cooks had put in a sauce containing bell pepper, and he hated them.

He always associated this restaurant with this event, and now he doesn’t set foot at this establishment anymore.

But before he could even say anything, you took the container in front of him and gave him a blue bento box, making him frown yet didn’t say anything.

“Enjoy, everyone!” you whispered as you all started to eat.

You slightly observed your friend’s reaction next to you as he opened the container.

Wooyoung discovered that his food had nothing to do with Chinese takeout. It was homemade food, cooked by you and his eyes opened wide.

You giggled as he took his fork and started eating hastily, munching on the food with closed eyes and a content look on his face.

“Is it good?” you questioned, and Wooyoung eagerly nodded, taking another bite as he didn’t even swallow his first one.

“It’s perfect,” he answered, rice almost falling from his mouth as it was full. Hongjoong, who was sitting next to you, slightly elbowed you in the ribs, a smug look on his face.

Wooyoung wasn’t expecting the fact that you would make a detour to your apartment to take and heat homemade food just for him.

He was touched, but now he was too focused on devouring his plate to care about anything surrounding him.

A few moments later, as he had finally emptied the lunch box, he rested back a bit, a hand on his stomach.

“Wow, I’m full,” he said as a hiccup took over him, immediately slapping his mouth as the sound came out of his organism.

“Did you see at the pace you ate? Y/N isn’t even done yet,” you puffed as Seonghwa took you as an example, known among your friend group that you were the quickest to shove your food down your throat.

“It was worth it, though,” Wooyoung said, and you shook your head, the indirect compliment sending warmth to your cheeks.

“And what do you say to Y/N?” Hongjoong said before taking a sip of coke as if he was a mother scolding her child.

“Thank youuuuu,” he said as his voice trailed on the last word, resting his head against your forearm, only to have you put your fork down and ruffle his hair, a way you use to say “you’re welcome” when your mouth was full.

Once you were all done with eating, you placed everything back in the plastic bags and started working again, Wooyoung’s head never leaving the spot on your upper arm.

You didn’t mind him, you were sometimes adjusting his head as your muscles started getting sore, but nothing much.

A while later, as you wanted to stretch your arms above your head, you woke Wooyoung up, his head almost slamming on the table as you moved your arm.

“Mmh?” he said as he woke up, wiping the fatigue away from his eyes, nodding as you asked him if he was alright. “Food coma is kicking hard right now,” he added, and you smiled, relieved that he felt a bit better after his nap.

“It’s okay, but you need to go to bed now, it’s getting late,” you said as you packed your stuff in your backpack, putting your coat back on.

“You’re going home already?”

“Yes, it’s almost midnight, and I have a presentation tomorrow at eight,” you explained as a pained smile drew on his face, and you agreed with him by nodding.

“I’m out now, good night guys!” you said to your friends as you stood up, waving goodbye as some of them looked like they would leave this place near dawn.

You bid farewell to the librarian as well and braved the freezing night, hurrying home as not to catch a cold.

And run into someone suspicious and creepy but that’s another thing.

“Y/N!” someone said behind you as you paused in your steps, recognising your friend’s voice.

“Woo? Aren’t you staying with them?"

“No, I’m tired, I honestly don't know how I'm still awake,” he said, and you started walking again with him by your side.

“And…” he stopped in his tracks, and you frowned but imitated him. “I wanted to thank you for being considerate and caring towards us, but particularly towards me,” he said, and you chuckled, waving it off.

“Of course, you are all my friends after all,” you said with a smile as you looked at your friend, who had an indecipherable look on his face.

“That’s... that’s the problem, Y/N,” you looked at him confused and blinked, not knowing where he was coming from.

“What do-”

“Y/N, I like you,” he blurted out, your eyes widening in surprise, not expecting him to confess right now, in the middle of the night in the freezing cold when you could both fall asleep standing up. “More than friends,” he added, and you nodded while looking away, feeling the red spreading on your cheeks. Your friend took a step closer and cupped your face with his cold hand to make you look at him.

“What about you? I've been dying to know, even if you don't feel the same,” he said in a breath, and you inhaled sharply, confused about the sudden question.

“I- I think I do too b-”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, and you suck in a breath, anticipating his next move.

“Can I kiss you?” Wooyoung asked, face dangerously close to yours, his eyes going back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Of course.”

Jongho

College AU, Student abroad AU

“Mom?” you asked as you came into the living room, your iPad with a Chrome tab opened in hand.

“Yes honey?” she answered, looking up from the TV, your dad slightly huffing as he couldn’t hear the news.

“You know Jongho, right?” she nodded at her words, initiating you to keep going, “I’ve just gotten off the phone with him, and he seems very sad and down,” you explained as you sat down next to her.

Your dad’s attention immediately shifted to you and your mother as a boy was brought up in the conversation.

“Who-”

“Honey, no, it’s not her boyfriend,” your mother said, and your dad blinked, surprised by her reaction and shrugged, his attention going back on the telly. “And? Do you want to do something to cheer him up?”

“Well, I concluded that he’s a bit homesick, so I wanted to prepare a Korean dish for him. Wanna help?” Your mother agreed and stood up from her seat, fixing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Sure!” she says as she washed her hand. “So, kimchi fried rice. What do we need?”

A few hours later, here you were, in the kitchen with your mom, right back from a trip to the convenience store to get the ingredients. You read a bunch of recipes and even watched a tutorial, trying your best to make it as similar as possible to the way they made it in South Korea.

You were struggling a bit at first, but everything turned out alright in the end, happily placing the mixture in a safe spot to let it rest for a couple of days. You were proud and satisfied with what you’ve created, truly hoping that it would heal his visible homesickness.

A few days later, you placed a container filled with your preparation in a paper bag along with your lunch and went out the door after saying goodbye to your parents, who were still eating breakfast. For once, you were happy to go to college, because you were dying to see Jongho and his potentially positive reaction.

The lectures go faster when you pay attention to the teachers, amazing. In no time, here you were in the cafeteria, eyes scanning the crowd to see your friend. Once you caught sight of your “target”, you made your way over and sat across from him, a gentle yet faint smile decorating his face when he saw you.

“Hi Y/N,” he said after swallowing a piece of his industrial sandwich. He looked heavyhearted and tired as if he had spent the entire night on his phone speaking with his family on the other side of the world.

“Are you okay?” you sweetly asked, and he weakly nodded, and you kept staring at him. “You sure?” you raised your eyebrow with a concerned look, and he just shrugged.

“My feelings didn’t really subside,” he stated as he referred to the conversation he's had over the phone with you the other night. You reached across the table and softly rubbed his forearm, the gesture making him weakly smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how I can help,” you say, and he shook your head.

“I appreciate your kindness Y/N, but I don’t think you can do anything about this…” his voice faded as he thickly swallowed, the sight of your friend being so close to crying made you pout.

“Okay,” you said as you withdrew your hand, Jongho internally whining at the lack of warmth. You searched in your bag and pulled out two steaming lunch boxes, one for you.

And one for him.

“What is this?” he asked as he turned the box between his hands.

“It’s a surprise! Open it,” you smiled as you innocently opened yours, stabbing your hot food with your fork.

Taking the lid off, his eyes widened, going back and forth between the kimchi and you, sitting across from him with a soft smile on your face.

“You seemed so down last time we called,” you said as you ate a spoonful of your lunch, “so I made you a dish with my mom that I remembered you liking. I know it won’t bring your family to you, but it’s still something I guess,” you explained as Jongho pursed his lips, nodding at your explanations, never looking at you in the eyes.

It took you a few seconds to register what was happening, and you drop your fork in your box.

He was crying.

You stood up and sat down next to him, circling your arm around his shoulders.

“Oh Jongho,” you said in a concerned tone, “I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just wanted to make you happy. I know how hard it is when you miss your home and family, I just wanted to give you a bit of family love and warmth that you can’t have right now.”

“Thank you so much Y/N, really,” he said as he sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckled as he realised how emotional he's just gotten over food, and he turned to the side to give you a proper hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and squeezed you tight against him, feeling his rapid heart beating against your chest.

“It’s okay, Jongho. Taste it first, I wanna know if we can make you some more further in the school year,” you gently rubbed his upper back and he smiled, grabbing your fork from your lunch box.

“It’s delicious,” he said as he munched on the kimchi fried rice, reaching for your hand and rubbing your knuckles.

He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes that you got shy and flustered, your hands going clammy as he wholeheartedly approved your work, taking another bite of the food.

“You’re welcome,” you said in a soft voice, and you smiled at each other, enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the lunch break.

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A/N: I like it but not a lot... I don’t like it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it!!

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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Imaginary (Jumin x MC)

Chapter one here!

(Also to explain something! Both Bada and Eun are random characters I made up, I like to think that the island was already inhabited by some people, and that Jumin’s father bought part of it, in Saeran’s Normal End, he and MC talk about how the locals are all nice and stuff, so I wanted to add something like this here :D, OH AND! These are the sort of edited chapters, I will post the fully edited ones in AO3!)

AND feedback is greatly appreciated! Sorry if this one was kinda short! Next chapter we WILL get some cute kiddo Jumin, I promise :P

Chapter 2

In the end you weren’t able to find the ghost. That week your mother had been leaving you with heavy amounts of homework, and you hadn’t been able to go outside since by the time you finished it was always too dark, and your mother was home. You were also tired from the amount of history dates and math formulas you had to learn. Your mother wasn’t going to let you fall behind all of your classmates, but she also took it a bit too far and made you study things that even they hadn’t even seen yet.

Thus, your search for the ghost was cancelled. You weren’t able to see Bada and Eun either, which sucked since their food was so delicious last time, and you really wanted some more. In the meantime though, you spent your days reading about ghosts, and how to capture them or see them.

You wanted so badly to find the ghost! But you didn’t have the time. The thing that made it worse was that you were sure there was someone there, you always saw a small shadow by the windows, but as soon as you tried to get closer, it disappeared.

One night, you laid in your bed, unable to sleep and thinking about the ghost. It was about 11pm, your mother was already sleeping and you were sure everyone on the island was too. It made you feel weird, thinking that maybe you were the only one awake. Still, you decided to do something.

Soemthing reckless.

Slowly, very, very slowly, you got out of your bed and put on some shoes that you had in your closet. Then, you grabbed your favorite sweater, and gently opened the sliding door in your room, that led to a little porch. You tiptoed and went down the stairs, quickly running towards the enormous mansion. It was way closer than you had actually thought, and you saw a fence that probably led to the backyard. The fence was tall, no way you could’ve climbed that thing.

But that wasn’t going to stop you.

Somehow you managed to get on top of the fence. It was pretty tall, but you found that if you climbed a tree, and then jumped off from there to the fence, maybe it could work.

It- it didn’t.

Well it did, but you landed on your face and you tried your best to hold back a cry. Still, not wanting to give up, you slowly stood up and walked into the garden.

You were trembling, afraid of the dark, and you were about to reach for your flashlight when you realized...that you hadn’t brought your flashlight.

Welp, you’re dead now, I guess.

You mentally slapped yourself and gulped. There was no one around, and who knows when an opportunity like this might come again? But at the same time, it was way too dark, and you were going to be looking for ghosts. That was way too scary, especially without a flashlight. Then, an idea popped into your head. How about, you go running to your house, quickly grab the flashlight and then come back? You were pretty fast, and you were sure the ghosts couldn’t have noticed your presence yet.

You quickly turned around to go, open the fence door and race to your home, when you heard some footsteps behind you. And you froze.

“Who are you?” A voice said. It sounded like it belonged to a boy, but you didn’t want to find out if that was true or not, and you didn’t even turn around as you let out a small scream. You quickly ran towards the door, struggling a bit to open it.

Fuck it was stuck.

You pushed and pushed, the sound of footsteps coming closer towards you, and a different deeper voice coming from inside the house. Finally, the door bulged and opened, and you took your chance to run away. You didn’t stop until you were safe, under your covers and with all your plushies surrounding you.

That was scary as fuck.

You weren’t able to sleep that night.

When your mother woke you up at 6am, you stared up groggily at her, and she scolded you about staying up late, and that no matter how tired you were, she wanted to see all your work done when she came home.

You of course, decided to leave at lunch time to go and talk with Eun and Bada. You hadn’t seen them in a while and you were actually pretty hungry, the only thing that your mother had left you was another container filled with spaghetti and you were honestly tired of eating it for both lunch and dinner four days in a row.

So, you took your leave and followed the little path towards the village, this time stopping to admire the whole place. The village was up on some mountains, so you were able to see the sea from up above. You could see some men in boats, carrying heavy bags filled with fish, and women with scuba diving equipment coming out of the water. Then, when you looked up towards the other mountain, you saw what looked like a temple. It was red and huge, and you made a mental note to ask both Eun and Bada about it.

Finally, you made it to their house, and you were about to knock on the door, when Bada suddenly opened it.

She was going to say something when she looked down at you and you gave her a big smile.

“Well look who’s back! If it isn’t our little explorer. Found anything interesting these past few days?” She asked, as she motioned for you to come inside. You replied to Bada that, yes you had actually found some very interesting things, but before she could reply Eun came out from the shower, her hair dripping wet, and singing some really catchy song in another language. Then she stopped, looked at you and squealed, running over and giving you a tight hug.

“Hey Y/N! How’s your little ghost adventure going? Come come, we were about to have some lunch, you came at the perfect time! Oh sir here! And tell me everything about it, I don’t want you to skip over any detail.” She gently shoved you into a chair and then gave you a plate full of some Korean dish you didn’t really know the name of, but looked absolutely delicious.

As the two women sat down in front of you, you explained your adventure with the ghost yesterday.

“There was really someone there! He even talked to me!” You said.

Eun raised and eyebrow and gave you a quizzical smile. “Really? Do you have any proof?”

You quickly stopped and became quiet. Dammit!

“I...I don’t have any yet! But, there really was someone there! Seriously! I just...I forgot to bring my camera....” you confessed.

“Well there you go! You need evidence if you want to convince us you know?”

“You mean convince you. I believe in ghost and I think it’s probable that Y/N saw one.” Badda said, as she glared at Eun.

“Ah Bada seriously! Listen kiddo, I will admit that ghosts are real if I actually get to see one. If you manage to give me evidence I’ll believe you, but for now you don’t have any proof.”

“I will get some! You’ll see!” You confidently said.

The rest of the evening passed by quickly, as Bada explained about the temple up in the mountain. Appears you it was a temple that was able to grant each person one wish.

After wards you thanked them for the food and then you quickly looked at your watch and let out a little yelp. “Oops! I have to go now! Thank you for the food, it was great!”

“Wait Y/N, what about my book? Have you-”

“BYE BADA!” You quickly said and left the house in a hurry before Bada could finish her sentence.

You could hear her grumbling and Eun laughing from the other side of the door and you smiled.

You were going to get that evidence!

You quickly went home, and then started working on your homework.

......

That day, as you stared at your blank notebook while sitting on your desk, you went through the events that had happened last night.

There was certainly a ghost there, maybe even two, since you had heard two people talking. The ghost knew you were already there though, and that would make things hard. So you decided to make up a plan to show Eun and Bada that you were telling the truth. You quickly grabbed your pencil and took off a blank page from your notebook.

Ghost hunting plan:

You wrote, and then you bit the end of your pencil as you thought about what to do.

First of all, you had to bring a flashlight. That was one of the things that was the most important. You weren’t going to deal with two ghosts, in the dark.

Second, you had to bring your camera. That was on the top of the priority list too, since you did need it to take a picture of the ghost.

Still...you were pretty shaken up from yesterday and you didn’t want to be completely alone.

What if you brought one of your favorite toys? No that would make the whole process of climbing the fence harder....and if you were to bring something else, it definetly had to be that book about ghosts. Somewhere in there had to be some sort of ritual or spell or something, that would protect you from ghosts. So you decided to bring it!

And hell, to do it that same night!

Satisfied with your plan, and now a bit more confident with everything, you started doing the homework you mother had left you. Normally you would leave it and do it at the last moment, but today you were inspired and you had to have everything ready for the ghost hunting trip!

When your mother came home she immediatly went to bed, taking your work and locking her door. You then did your normal bedtime routine, washing the dishes, brushing your teeth and taking a warm shower. But then, instead of going to sleep, you sat on your bed with the book in your hands, and you counted down till your mother was asleep.

It was about 10pm, you could hear your mother snoring al the way from her room, and you slowly stood up and grabbed your sweater, some sneakers, the flashlight, the camera and the book. Of course you couldn’t hold everything at once, so the book was in a tiny backpack, and the camera was hanging from your neck. Alright! You were now ready!

Slowly, you opened the sliding doors, and tiptoed out of the porch. You turned on your flashlight and began walking towards the mansion, your camera ready. The lens cap protector thing, was off, and you had night vision on, so you were pretty good!

You finally made it towards the fence, and managed to climb it, this time without falling flat on your face. You gave a little victory dance as you looked around the garden.

It was...really beautiful.

The garden was filled with all kinds of flowers, purple, yellow, red, blue, and there were the bushes you had always heard about! One was in the shape of an elephant, the other one was in the shape of a horse and on and on. In the center of the garden, there was a huge fountain, that was turned off at the moment, which was a bit disappointing. There was also a stone path, that went all around the garden and then probably led somewhere inside the house.

You stood there for a bit, admiring the view. Yesterday was so dark, and you were so scared that you hadn’t been able to see anything. But tonight the moon was out, shining brightly and illuminating everything in front of you. It was beautiful.

Then, you heard some footsteps, and you quickly hid behind a bush. That’s right, you were here looking for a ghost, not to gape at that wonderful garden!

Dammit Y/N, pull yourself together! You thought, as you tried to figure out where the footsteps were coming from. You cowered a bit as they came closer and closer, almost in front of you. You slowly peeked from behind the bush, and saw a silhouette.

A boys silhouette to be more precise. He looked to be around your age, and he was wearing blue stripped pijamas, his hair all messy on top of his head. It was clear he had just woken up, and was looking for something...or for someone.

You.

Drat! You thought. The ghost of the little boy already knew you were going to come back again! Maybe you should have waited a few days before coming back, but you were just so impatient.

Anyway, you had to make up a plan. You had left the fence door open in case you needed to make an impromptu escape, and you gave yourself a pat in the back for thinking that far ahead. What you had to do now, was to take a picture of the ghost. Slowly, very,very slowly you raised your camera to get a picture of the ghost.

He had his back to you, the moonlight shining behind him, giving him a very paranormal aura. Still, for some reason the lense wouldn’t focus, so you decided to move forward a bit to get a better look. Sadly, you miscalculated and you accidentally stepped on a dry leaf, making the ghost turn around in your direction, his face filled with worry but at the same time, confidence.

Then you stopped.

Damn he was cute.

You hadn’t seen his face till now, and you were taken aback by it. He was definetly a very good looking boy, one the girls in your class might go all crazy about. Never in your life had you felt something like you were feeling now. Could it be....love at first sight?

No! He’s a ghost, I can’t fall in love with a ghost, how would that even work?! You scolded yourself. Still, you didn’t stop your staring at the boy. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice you were there, and before you could even think about it, you pressed the camera button and a loud CLICK was heard through the bushes.

And then a bright light came on.

You forgot to turn off the flash.

The boy let out a surprised gasp, and called out, but before he could once again catch you, you quickly got up and ran away from the place. You heard the footsteps following behind you, but you were faster and a few minutes later you didn’t hear anything else, and you slowed your pace.

That was close.

You triumphantly smiled as you looked through the pictures on your camera. Granted they weren’t super high quality, but you could make out the boys silhouette.

Hehe, now to become a millionaire! You celebrated. You sneaked back into your room and placed your camera and flashlight on your desk. Then you were going to grab your paranormal book from your backpack when...you didn’t find anything.

What?

You turned your backpack upside down and staked it as hard as possible, but still nothing would come out.

Bada’s book.

Oh no.

If Bada found out you lost her book, you wouldn’t be able to have lunch at her home ever again! And you would loose the only...friends (?) you had in this island. You couldn’t allow that! You always had to return what you borrowed, that was one thing your mother would always say, and this time she was right! After all, Bada lent you soemthing really important to her, and you couldn’t bear to think about coming back to her home empty handed.

Still...you weren’t going to go back into the house. It was way to dark now, you were sleepy and you were sure the ghost was porbably waiting in the garden, somewhere.

What to do, what to do? You asked yourself as you put on your pijamas and laid in bed.

It must have fallen off somewhere along the way, you thought, so maybe you wouldn’t have to go into the garden after all.

Then you got it!

What if, tomorrow morning you went into the garden? There weren’t going to be any ghosts since it was daytime, you reasoned, and it would be way easier to find the book. After all, there would be no one around the mansion to scold you, or to tell you to leave! It was the perfect plan!

You tucked yourself into bed and looked up confidently at the ceiling. You were going to get that book!

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ificanthaveu · 5 years

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Moments Where You Didn’t Know I Was Recording || Shawn Mendes

Description: Shawn loves to take videos of you when you’re not paying attention. You find out.

A/N: I came up with the title of this first and I’m like oh shit this could be cute and I’ve been super busy so I didn’t write this in one sitting like I usually do but I really really love how it turned out. Hope you love it :) also this is one of my faves and i forgot it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks oops

Word Count: 3.7k

Your laugh echoed off the empty walls of your new apartment as Shawn tried to help you hang pictures.

“You can’t put that in the middle of the wall!” You yelled as he positioned the frame. He sighed and set the frame down onto the floor.

“Then where does it go?” He asked with a genuinely confused expression on his face. You laughed at him and pulled a few more photographs from the box next to him.

“They go together like a collage. Step back and let me show you how it’s done.” You shoed him away and positioned them how you wanted them, drawing marks with a pencil on the wall.

Shawn stepped back and watched you with a smile. He quietly pulled out his phone and hit record. He watched you through his screen.

You tried different positions, occasionally stepping back and tilting your head to the side, your ponytail going wherever your head did.

“Does that look ok? Or does it look completely stupid?” You asked without turning around.

“Looks great. Better than I ever could have done,” he said with a small laugh. You shook your head and picked up a frame off the floor.

“That’s not saying much,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” He yelled as he stopped the video and grabbed you from behind, lifting you and spinning as your laugh echoed once again.

—

It was windier than the forecast said it would be. This was not what you imagined would happen when you thought of bringing Shawn to your favorite spots in your hometown. The wind coming off the lake whipped your hair in every direction. You cursed yourself over and over again for not bringing anything to tie it back.

“We can do this tomorrow, babe,” Shawn said from behind you as you led him onto the rocks that bordered the lake.

“No, tomorrow we’re getting coffee with Mrs. Miller and visiting my grandparents. It’s now or never,” you said as you continued to get irritated with the weather.

You balanced on the rocks as best you could but slipped anyway. Shawn quickly reached out and grabbed your waist before you could tumble.

“You seriously would come here all the time? Isn’t this dangerous?” Shawn questioned.

You glanced back at him and shrugged your shoulders with a smile. “That’s the best part.”

Shawn shook his head as you continued to dance from rock to rock. He pressed the record button and showed off the scenic sunset in front of him. You were situated in the bottom left corner as you found the large boulder you always sat on with your best friend. Shawn watched you as you finally released your breath, brushed your hair aside and admired the beauty around you with a smile on your face. He took a few photos of you before ending the video and carefully making his way back to you.

“Was it worth it?” He said as he sat down next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he looked down at you. He swore he'd never seen you more content.

“It’s worth it every time.”

—

“Quit doing that!” Shawn quietly yelled as you jumped up and rode on the cart again. You gave him that look, again, and he laughed at it, again.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snarked back at him as you gripped onto the cart with one hand and grabbed a cereal box off the shelf with the other, knocking two onto the floor in the process. And cue Shawn with the look again.

“They’re going to kick us out of here,” he said through a laugh as you quickly put the boxes back on the shelf and climbed inside the cart this time with your back to Shawn.

“You’re mean to me,” you said with your arms crossed and head facing forward, refusing to look at him. You couldn’t see it, but you could tell he was definitely rolling his eyes.

“You are so dramatic, my love,” he said as he pushed the cart forward once again, pulling his phone out and recording it.

“Learned it from my mama,” you said with a giggle as you aggressively pointed at the box of granola bars you couldn’t reach.

“You’re kidding,” Shawn mumbled. “This is honestly like shopping with a child.”

“Please, Shawnie, just grab the granola bars,” you whined. He signed as he stopped the video on his phone and grabbed the box, tossing it in your lap and looking at you with that same look.

“Are you done?” He said as he let a small laugh escape, and you smiled up at him.

“This is what you get for not doing the grocery shopping before I flew in. You set yourself up for this,” you said as he helped you out of the cart.

You spent the rest of the grocery shopping trip gripping onto his hand and arm and resting your head on his shoulder, trying not to nod off.

—

It had been two months since you moved to Toronto to live with Shawn. You’d bought a new house together in a cute neighborhood outside of the city. Your full-time job was able to transfer you to their Toronto branch, and everything was perfect.

Except your friends had been begging to visit since you first moved in. But there were things to be unpacked from both yours and Shawn’s places, and a whole damn house to decorate. So two months later, and your three closest friends were gushing over your new house with a bottle of wine.

“This still feels really fake,” Liz said as she curled into the couch. “Like this is temporary and by next week you’ll be living down the street from me again.”

“Tell me about it. I finally finished putting my clothes in my closet last week,” you laughed as you poured another glass.

Regan launched into a story about her new Tinder disaster as the rest of you nodded along, this story sounded like you’d heard it a million times before.

You heard the back door open and close slowly, Shawn obviously trying to sneak in without any of you noticing. He obviously wasn’t good at it. By the time he made it to the kitchen, all four of you were staring at him, and he turned beat red when he noticed.

“Get the hell outta here,” Hannah yelled as she held her glass up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at some friend’s house?”

Shawn shook his head and laughed as he quickly dipped into your room and grabbed his bag.

“Forgot my laptop,” he said as he held the bag up.

“Honey, did you seriously go to write music and not bring your computer with the music on it?” You questioned with that look on your face. You honestly don’t know how he continued to live from day to day.

He crossed the room and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you girls tomorrow,” he said as he made his way towards the back door.

You and your friends faced each other once again, going back into Regan’s story. Shawn paused for a minute and pulled out his phone, not wanting to miss the look on your face when you were with your friends.

You threw your head back in laughter and almost spilled your glass, quickly catching it before it met the brand new white couch. You set it down before your hand went to your heart and you laughed it off. Shawn smiled as he ended the video and tucked his phone into his pocket.

“Love you, [Y/N],” he said with his head leaning inside the living room.

“I love you, too. Now get outta here. I can’t talk about you if you’re standing right there,” you said as you shoed him off one last time.

—

You stood on your tiptoes as you grabbed a box of pasta from the top shelf and tossed it down on the counter. You bopped your head to “Mercy,” a favorite of yours since before you’d met Shawn. Even after years of knowing him, it never left your playlist.

You added the noodles to the boiling water and went in search of that jar of pasta sauce you swore you bought last week. You sat on the ground outside the cabinet it should’ve been in and dug around to see if it would maybe just jump out at you.

Unknowingly to you, Shawn came home a little earlier than expected and shook his head when he could hear the song that was blaring through the house. He slipped off his shoes and walked carefully to the doorway.

“I knew it!” You shouted as you pulled out the jar and set it next to the noodles on the counter. Your playlist switched to another song, “22” by Taylor Swift. The pasta was long abandoned as you began to jump up and down to one of your favorite songs.

Shawn pulled out his phone and started recording, trying not to laugh at the sight in front of him. You swayed your hips back and forth as you sang along and stirred the pot occasionally. You started another pan to heat up the sauce, almost spilling the entire jar, deciding you should probably stop dancing so aggressively.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you tried to wipe off the little bit that had spilled onto your sweater. Shawn quickly stopped the video, knowing you’d be turning around to go to the sink he was standing next to you.

He was right. You turned around and jumped back.

“Damn, Shawn. How long have you been standing there?” You said as you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Long enough,” he said through a smile. You shook your head as you leaned against the counter and started wiping at the stain that was forming.

“Pasta for dinner,” you mumbled as you sighed in defeat that you’d definitely just ruined your new sweater. Shawn nodded his head as he set his backpack down on the table and looked back at you.

“Kiss Me Slowly” by Parachute began to play as Shawn pulled you close to him to dance. You finally relaxed into him, your arms around his neck and his around your waist as your head rested on his chest. He rested his head on your head and turned the burners off when you made your way near the stove.

“Mercy always has been one of my favorite songs,” he whispered in your ear and you could practically feel the smirk on his face. You pushed him away from you quickly.

“You ruined the moment,” you laughed as you went back to finish dinner.

—

“I’m freaking out,” you whisper shouted as Shawn gripped onto your hands backstage, rubbing his thumbs against the backs of your hands as you shook.

“You’ve practiced this a million times. You know you’re going to kill it. You’ve got this, [Y/N],” he whispered to you as you checked the time again. You gave your presentation in four minutes.

When you submitted a proposal to give a TED talk about your experiences in your life this far, you never thought they’d actually want you to give it. You had to admit you had an interesting life, but not enough that all these people wanted to hear you talk about it. But here you were, four minutes from your speech telling everyone about the time you moved to a different country to be with your rockstar boyfriend and didn’t give up your career by doing so and how you somehow learned to balance all of it.

“This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? No one wants this. No one wants to hear this,” you rambled as your anxiety got to you. Shawn quickly pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you tightly, knowing it would maybe help a little.

“Breathe, honey,” he whispered in your ear. You took a deep breath and released it as best as you could smooshed against Shawn’s chest. He released you and rubbed your arms a few times.

“Two minutes, [Y/N],” the lady said to you. You nodded your head and thanked her.

“I gotta go up by the side,” you said quietly as you rested your forehead against Shawn’s.

“You’re going to do amazing. I’m so proud of you, and I love you,” he paused to kiss your forehead, “so damn much.” You quick pecked his lips once more before turning and waiting on the side of the stage, applying your lipstick for the tenth time and trying to breathe.

Meanwhile, Shawn stayed a few steps back and watched you as he pulled out his phone to record. He watched you take a few more deep breaths and shake out your arms a few times. You nervously reviewed your opening statement again and cracked your neck. You said a quick prayer, and the lady told you to walk out.

Shawn cheered with everyone else as you put a big smile on your face and walked out on stage. And it definitely wasn’t a fake smile. You were beyond happy to do this.

So, Shawn put his phone away and took his spot on the side of the stage and watched you with total admiration.

—

Neither of you can remember who said it first. You were both thinking it anyway, so it didn’t really matter who brought it up.

You were gone every day from 8:00 to 6:00 at your job, and Shawn liked recording at night so he was gone from 7:00 to whenever he decided to come back which was usually well into the early hours of the morning. You were lucky if the two of you had dinner together, and you were damn near blessed if you were still awake when he got home.

The two of you hadn’t had a genuine night together in longer than you can remember. So now you were both standing on opposite sides of the kitchen, not saying a word.

You both said things you regretted. Things you definitely didn’t mean.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Shawn finally said just barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you said near the same volume. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, willing the tears to stay in. You were not going to let yourself cry over this.

“Can we please just-“

“I need a minute,” you cut him off before he could say anything else. You grabbed your blanket off the chair, went out the back door and made your way to the lounge chair in the back corner of your small backyard. You wrapped it tightly around you and leaned back, staring at the sky, praying someone was listening to the prayers inside your head.

You wanted this to work. It had to work. You knew it was going to. But this was not nearly what you signed up for.

As you sat in the back with tears streaming down your face, Shawn watched you from the kitchen window, elbows resting on the edges of the sink, trying to figure out when was the best time to go back and sit in the chair across from you.

He stayed there and cursed himself for having a schedule like he did. He could easily go in the morning. He could work the same hours as her if he wanted. He’s the reason they’re in this position. He rubbed the palms of his hands aggressively against his eyes before looking up at you again.

The moonlight seemed to just hit you at the right angle. You looked up at the stars with a stuck look on your face. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and hit record. The camera captured it well but not nearly as breathtaking as he was seeing you right now.

He watched you stand up and lay your blanket down on the ground before laying on top of it.

He took this as his time and slipped his phone in his back pocket before making his way out to you.

You could hear the grass crunching underneath his feet, but you didn’t look up. He laid down next to you, just centimeters apart.

Without speaking, you moved into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your arm around his middle as you both stared at the sky. His hand made his way underneath your shirt and rested on the bottom of your back.

“I’m going to make this right. I’m going to change this. I’m never going to let myself lose you,” he whispered. You simply nodded your head against his shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, and a soft smile came across your face.

“I love you, too. Always.”

“Always.”

—

If your niece loved anything more than Uncle Shawn’s music, it was going to be Taylor Swift’s. You swear your sister-in-law must have given birth to her while listening to Lover on repeat.

Any time you were in town, you gladly took Elle for the night to spend as much time with her as possible. Your nights were filled with dance parties and whatever tv show she was currently obsessed with.

So, here you were, holding her tiny five-year-old hands and dancing to “Paper Rings” around the living room. She giggled loudly anytime you’d lift her up, spin her around or poke at her sides.

Shawn watched from his spot in the kitchen as he leaned against the counter on a phone call with Andrew. He honestly couldn’t tell you what the phone call was supposed to be about because he for sure wasn’t listening.

He hung up the phone a few minutes later and pressed record, capturing the utter joy radiating out of you and Elle. You lifted her up and held her on your hip as you dipped her up and down and she laughed uncontrollably.

Shawn couldn’t contain the smile on his face. He always thought you’d be forever, but he loved moments like this where it hit twice as hard that someday this could be you and your daughter dancing around your living room.

“Come on, Uncle Shawn!” Elle yelled over your shoulder as Shawn quickly put his phone away. He wrapped his arms around the two of you as he swayed whichever way you pulled them as Elle planted a kiss on his cheek.

And it was the moment that he didn’t need to take another video to watch on nights where he missed you or doubted this was forever. This was it. This was all he needed.

—

He bought the ring the day the two of you got home from visiting your family. He buried it in the bottom of the bottom drawer of his dresser, knowing you’d never find it.

He went through every video he’d ever taken of you where you had no idea and had Connor edit together with your song playing softly in the background.

He had it all planned out. Your friends would keep you busy for the day while he got the backyard set up with the roses and the projector. There’s no way it could go wrong.

But even Shawn should’ve known that wasn’t true.

It was a Sunday around 8:00, and the two of you were tangled together on the couch. Everything was in place for a week from today, and it drove him crazy that in a week from now you’d be his fiancé.

“I’m going to grab some tea,” he said before pressing a kiss to your head and walking over to the kitchen.

You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling trying to decide what movie you wanted to watch tonight. You looked around the living room trying to find where you left your laptop, but you couldn’t see it so you grabbed Shawn’s which was on the floor next to you.

You propped it up on your lap as you opened it up to go onto Netflix and look around.

But what was on the screen was definitely not Netflix.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you hit play. You watched moments you never knew were caught on camera. You smiled at videos of you and your niece and the first night in your apartment. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you watched countless moments you’d nearly forgotten about.

“Did you want green or white-“ Shawn said as he leaned in the doorway but cut himself off. “Oh my God, what are you watching?” He said with panic in his voice.

“When did you do this?” You said between sobs. Shawn sighed as he trudged over to you and curled up next to you.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“How did I never know you were recording?” You whispered as your eyes couldn’t leave the screen.

“You’re always in your own little world. It’s not very difficult,” he said and you could feel his smile against your shoulder as you leaned your head against his.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered. “What’s this for?” You said as you finally looked at him, and he looked up at you.

“Will you marry me?” He said with a smile on his face. Your heart stopped, and you set the laptop next to you before straddling his waist. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs carefully as he smiled up at you

“Are you serious?” You whispered as the tears returned.

“The ring is up in my drawer underneath some shirt from high school,” he paused and rolled his eyes. “It was supposed to be a lot more romantic, but I should’ve known this would happen,” he said through a laugh and a shrug before you pressed a longing kiss to his lips. He looked you in the eyes with a total look of admiration. “But will you please be my wife?”

“Yes,” you managed to say in-between kisses. “Yes, yes, yes.” Neither of you could stop smiling or kissing, and he could only imagine how ridiculously in love the two of you looked right now.

You stopped for a moment and rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you finally said.

“I love you. Always,” he said before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Always.”

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The Way You Keep Me Guessing: Coco Teacher!AU

Part 2 of my endless crying over @scribblrhob‘s Teacher!AU and part 3 of me and @im-fairly-whitty‘s collab!. This time with more school shenanigans, because I love me some shenanigans.

[Part 1: Unexpected Responsibility] [Part 2: La Directora]

Part 3: Skipping Class

“…and so if you look way back at music, even from ancient Greece and Egypt, you’ll see that particular songs have a set tempo that go with them, to help fit the sound with the emotion and…”

Héctor, halfway through drawing up a complicated diagram about the relation between tempo and songs, trails off as he glances up at the clock, then back at his class. He raises his eyebrows as he catches the glazed-over looks of nearly two dozen thirteen-year-olds, then caps his marker and sticks it in his pocket with a shrug.

“You know, this can wait for Monday. Let’s call it a day.” He nods to the door as several students let out delighted gasps. “Gather up your things and go on to lunch early.” As every student quickly began gathering their books and pencils, he added, “And remember! You need to bring in examples of adagio, moderato, and allegro next class! And López, you came in late, so be sure to leave your homework on my desk before you go.”

“Gracias, profe!” came one girl’s reply as the students started pouring out of the room with the odd “Adiós, profe! Have a good weekend!” being called as they left. Then, at last, he’s left with silence.

Héctor sucks in a breath and lets it out before he stretches out his back. There’s still one more class before the day’s over, and heaps of homework to be graded, but still. It’s Friday. Tomorrow he could sleep in as late as he wanted and try and figure out that new song he’d been playing with and give Miguel his guitar lesson and…

He freezes as he hears a shifting in the instrument closet. That was never good. Either it was some sort of animal—typically, though, those kind of pranks happened later in the year—or students up to something strictly forbidden in the school handbook. He sighs, not looking forward to the conversation he’s about to have with whoever’s in there, then puts on his best teacher face before walking up to the door. He reaches for the handle, and then he hears it: a tiny, little sneeze. One he hears nearly everyday.

Ayyyy, ave María pur. ís. ma. Don’t let it be who he thinks it is.

He opens the door quickly, and is immediately met by big brown eyes and an awkward, one-dimpled smile.

“Hola, Tío Héctor.”

Héctor stares at Miguel for a long moment, then promptly shuts the door on him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens it again. Miguel’s still there.

Ohhh, this was bad.

“Why aren’t you in class?” He tries to use a good Teacher Voice, but that’s never been his forte, so it comes out more panicked than anything.

“Well, I—”

“How did you get here without me knowing? Why are you here?!”

“You…forgot your keys!” Miguel digs in his pocket and holds up Héctor’s key ring. “I saw them before we left, and then I…forgot about them but then I remembered and I…brought them here…to give them to you?” As Héctor stares at him, he looks away before glancing up with wide brown eyes. “And I just…I really missed my tío and…” Héctor shakes his head.

“No, no no. You can’t do puppy-dog eyes at me, I perfected that.”

Miguel’s eyes widen. “So you’re the ‘him’ Abuelita’s talking about whenever she said, ‘Ayyy, you’re just like him!’”

“Don’t change the subject!” He pinches the bridge of his nose, then holds up his hands. “Okay. Okay okayokay. We’re gonna start from the beginning, chamaco, and you’re gonna tell me the truth. Okay?” He sets his hands on Miguel’s shoulders and pulls him out from the closet, sinking down to meet him eye-to-eye. “So start.”

Miguel looks away, squirming a bit. “Well, you did forget your keys. And I did forget to give them to you until recess…”

“Mm-hm.”

“And it’s not like the primaria’s far away! They’re connected! So I…I thought I’d come over and…I mean, you weren’t here when I got here and I had the keys, so I…just came in and…” Miguel plays with the little guitar charm on the keychain.

“Miguel.” For the first time in his life, Héctor actually manages to use the Teacher Voice successfully.

Miguel presses his lips together, then looks up at Héctor with wide eyes as the truth bursts out of him. “Our music class is so boring! We’re just learning what rests are and we have these dumb recorders we have to play and it’s…I hate it!” As Héctor’s eyebrows raise, he continues fervently, “But I knew you teach actual music stuff and I…I wanted to hear about that instead! And it was so, so much better!”

Héctor presses his lips together hard, then sets a hand against his forehead with a long sigh. On one hand, Miguel really did love music—he’d known that before, but this really clinched it—and he was willing to hide out in a closet to learn basic music theory. At eight years old! In any other situation, Héctor would be extremely proud.

On the other hand, his job is at stake and Miguel is about to be slapped with a truancy and explaining that to Tía Elena is something that he does not want to do.

Finally, he drags his hand down his face with a groan. “Okay. Okay. You just missed your music class?”

Miguel nods.

“Mmmokay. I’ll talk to Señora Hernandez. We’ll say you…I don’t know, panicked about being in a new school…”

“But I’ve been here for three weeks.”

“Sometimes it hits late, chamaco.” He rubs his eyes. “And if Imelda asks, I can say…”

He’s cut off by a quick knock on the door, followed by the voice that, for once, he does not want to hear. “Señor Rivera? I need to talk to you.”

Héctor bites off a yelp and, before he can think any better of it, pushes Miguel back into the closet. He hears a crash inside—oops—but shuts the door before leaning against it easily just as Imelda opens the door. He puts on his widest smile, dimples on full display.

“Hola, directora. Is it already time for performance reports?” he asks, knocking his heel against the closet door as a wordless “Stay put” to Miguel before he walks over to her. His smile fades, however, as he notices the worried look on her face. “Is…something wrong?”

She shakes her head with a puff. “I was going to call you, but I didn’t want to worry you in front of your class. I just got a call from Hernandez, and she says Miguel didn’t show up for her class.”

“Oh-h…?”

“And none of the other teachers at the primaria are having any luck finding him.” Imelda chews on her lip—her one tell that she isn’t completely cool and collected, he’d learned—then looks up at him. “It…this sort of thing isn’t uncommon with children in his situation, and usually it’s resolved without much incident but…ay, dios mio, it doesn’t make it any easier. Does he have anywhere he likes to go? Maybe when he gets overwhelmed?”

All at once, Héctor feels terrible. He’d known Miguel had grown on Imelda—he’d grown on just about everyone—but he’d never seen her so actively worried. He swallows.

“I…well, he might have headed back to the apartment?” he says slowly. “He likes to go to the roof and play his guitar whenever things get…bad.” He reaches forward and tentatively pats her shoulder. “You know what, you head back to the primaria and check in one last time, and I’ll go check home. He has to be either here or there; he’s not that much of a troublemaker.”

Imelda nods, then lets out a breath and looks up at him with a small, curious smile. “It’s…I’m impressed,” she says after a moment. “If I were you, I’d be completely panicked. How are you so calm?”

Héctor puts on a strained smile. “I’m not.” He really, really is not. “But I know the chamaco pretty well, and that helps.” He once again sets a hand on her shoulder and starts guiding her back to the door. “So like I said, I’ll go check the apartment, you go check the—”

He’s cut off by a terrific racket coming from the instrument closet—he can pick out crashing cymbals, a falling bass, three brass instruments of some sort hitting the ground, and, above all the other noises, a young boy letting out a yelp of surprise. Imelda’s head whips around, and her face goes from concerned to suspicious in less than half a second.

“What was that?”

“Ah…those band students! They never put their instruments back right—I really ought to have a talk with them.” He’s practically tripping over his feet as he backtracks to the closet, Imelda following close. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it after I—no no no!”

Before he can stop her, Imelda throws open the door. Inside, Miguel—a trombone and clarinet in his arms, shoulder propping up a bass case—looks up at her with wide eyes. He puts on his widest smile, dimple on full display.

“Hola, directora.”

Imelda stares at him silently for a full ten seconds. Then, she sucks in a breath and sets her hands on her hips.

“What are you doing here, Miguel?” she asks, voice even and cool. Miguel looks up to Héctor, smile fading. He needs help. Héctor looks over to Imelda.

“He was bringing me my keys—”

“I got really nervous and—”

Both Riveras stop at the same time. They look at each other, then back to Imelda.

“He was having a rough time with—”

“Tío Héctor left them on the table when—”

This time, Imelda holds up her hands, stopping the two of them. She sends a pointed glare at Héctor, half-shutting the door to block them from Miguel’s view.

“You threw your nephew in a closet?!” she hisses.

“Primo, actually, but my tía insis…”

“Why is he in the closet, Héctor?!”

Héctor throws his arms up in a shrug. “He hid in there! I was about to get him out when you came in and—”

“And then you lied to me about where he was.”

“I did say he could be at the apartment. It wasn’t a lie, exac—” He stumbles back as Imelda shoves a finger right in his face.

“You are so, so lucky that these schools are on the same grounds. That is the only thing saving you from being fired right now. But believe me, Rivera, we are having a talk in your off-period on Monday.” She lets out a breath, puts on a much more neutral face, then opens the door to look at Miguel. He’s managed to get the instruments back where they belong, and he wastes no time in sending Imelda the biggest puppy-dog eyes Héctor has ever seen.

“I-I’m sorry, directora. I just…I missed my Tío and…” He stops as Imelda gives him a cool smile and bends slightly to meet him eye-to-eye.

“Miguel,” she says in her calmest directora voice. “I have to deal with this—” She points to Héctor. “—almost every day. So I can tell you that what you’re trying to do now? It isn’t going to work.” Her smile drops. “I should give you detention. But…I understand that moving and going to a new school can be stressful. So, after school, you’re going to come straight to my office and we’re having a talk about why you can’t run off to hide in the instrument closet. Claro?”

“Sí, claro.”

Imelda gives a short nod, then stands up straight. She gives Héctor a withering look. “Well, believe it or not, I have other things to take care of besides your nonsense. You’re going to take Miguel back to class. Claro?”

“Sí, claro.”

She sends him one last glare for good measure, then makes her way out of the music room. Once the door shuts, Héctor collapses against the wall, covering his face.

“Ayyy, dios mio, that could have been so much worse.” He peeks between his fingers at Miguel, who gives a smile and a shrug.

“I mean…we didn’t get in too much trouble. So…things are good, right? We can…just forget this happened?”

Miguel’s smile grows hesitantly as Héctor starts to laugh. Still laughing, he shakes his head and bends down to Miguel’s level.

“Ah, Miguelito. You are so, so, soooo, sososo…”

“Lucky?”

“Grounded.”

Once Miguel’s finished talking with Imelda after school, Héctor lays down the rules of the grounding. No television, no guitar outside of his lesson and daily practice, and no record player. It’s strange, being the one disciplining instead of being disciplined, and he doesn’t really like it all that much. But he also can’t let Miguel think that putting them both at risk of being killed by Imelda and Tía Elena is something he can get away with.

Miguel, for what it’s worth, takes the grounding in stride; Héctor suspects it’s not the first time the kid’s gotten in this amount of trouble. He doesn’t complain and quietly works on his homework (as well as an essay about why skipping class was bad for Imelda, due that Monday).

Héctor, meanwhile, works on grading homework (as well as an apology for Imelda that will be slipped under her door on Monday.) It’s not terrible, grading in silence, but…no, no, it is really terrible. So he gets to his feet and starts sorting through the record collection.

“Hey, you said no record player!” Miguel immediately argues, looking up from his workbook. Héctor glances back at him.

“You’re the one who’s grounded, not me. I’ll make sure to pick stuff you hate.” He finally settles on a record and visibly relaxes once the music starts to play. Ah, much better.

“I don’t hate this, though.”

“You don’t? Ay, I’m the worst at punishments, then.” That said, he doesn’t change the record.

He flops back down on the sofa, taking up his pen and stack of ungraded homework, then pauses and glances up at Miguel. The boy’s foot is tapping against the floor as he works, marking the beat easily. Hm.

“So you really thought it was worth skipping class to hear me talk about tempo?” he asks casually.

Miguel turns and nods eagerly, a big grin on his face. “Absolutely!”

“Did you pay attention?” His eyebrows raise as Miguel nods, and he nods to the record player. “Tell me what this song’s tempo is.”

Miguel’s head tilts as he listens. “Um…moderato? That’s the one that’s not too fast or slow…” He taps his foot to the beat again. “Yeah, it’s right in the middle. It’s like the second song you played in class.”

Huh. He did listen.

Héctor sits up and lets out a breath, then sets the papers aside and reaches into his school bag to pull out the teacher’s guide to his curriculum. He looks at Miguel, then nods for him to join him on the sofa. Once he pulls himself up, Héctor opens up the book.

“You still need to go to Señora Hernandez’s class. I don’t care how much you hate her dumb recorders. Buuut…” He smiles as he gestures at the book. “I think I can give you some lessons here at home. That should make things a little easier.”

Miguel’s face lights up. “Really?”

“Sure.” Héctor puts on a serious face. “But you’re still in trouble this week, so I’m making this lesson really, really boring.”

Miguel laughs. “Okay, Tío Héctor,” he says, clearly not believing him (and, really, he shouldn’t). He nestles himself next to Héctor, looking down at the book with bright eyes.

“All right, chamaco, let’s catch you up with the rest of the class. First lesson is learning what rests are.”

“But I know what rests are!”

“I said I was gonna make this boring, didn’t I? But if you pay attention, we can get through it pretty quick and get to the fun stuff. Suena bien?”

“Sí!”

(Not pictured: Imelda spending ten minutes in her office cracking up because good lord, Miguel is just as ridiculous his Tío Héctor.)

[Part 4: An Unexpected Visit] [Part 5: The Roommate][Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 1)] [Part 6: Día de Muertos (Pt. 2)][Part 7: A Birthday Livestream]

#coco spoilers #coco fic #Teacher AU #I LOVE THESE TWO AND I LOVE WRITING ABOUT THEIR ANTICS

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 6 years

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Thinking Out Loud

A lovely anon requested: May I request ♦ for alex summers? :D

♦: Slow dancing - Modern AU

Pairing: Alex Summers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD in part iv.

Word Count: 4, 194

Summary: Five times we slow danced together at midnight.

Tags: @coltcas

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A/N: It ended up being one of those five times things oops. Can you guess which song inspired this? (PS I linked other songs for each part I also thought would go well with this as a mini playlist)

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

i. teach me

"Do you know who you're going to ask to homecoming?"

You know that's a rhetorical question since it doesn't matter who he asks because he's Alex Summers; anyone he asks would say yes. Your best friend is the most gorgeous guy in school and you have no idea why he's studying with you on a Friday night instead of attending one of the many parties he was no doubt invited to. You don't even know how you're still friends since saying that you're much less popular than him is an understatement, but Alex has never cared about the high school's social hierarchy.

"Uh, I haven't really thought about it..." he utters, more concentrated on the chemistry assignment you've been helping him with. "I could just take you again; it'll be like last time," he shrugs without looking up from his paper.

"Yeah, no thanks," you chuckle, turning your attention back to the algebra question you've been stuck on. "I don't need another pity date from my best friend while every other girl in the room thinks I can't notice them trying to kill me with the daggers in their eyes."

"They do not," he dismisses you with the wave of a hand. You shoot him a glare because you know that he is very much aware that girls are constantly tripping over themselves to get him.

"And you didn't even dance with me!" You think back to when you tried dragging him out to the dance floor only to him standing there, slightly swaying while you jumped around with everyone else. "Come to think of it... You never dance; you just stand there sipping the mediocre punch that's been spiked and goof off with Sean until it's time for you to take your date home where you do unspeakable things that I don't want to imagine my best friend doing with the local bimbos."

"Hey, what's wrong with Sean?" he says in a defensive tone, throwing his hands up. "And Emma's not a bimbo."

"I was referring to every other girl you've brought. Clearly I didn't mean Emma." You roll your eyes at him, knowing he's being a child and making things difficult for you on purpose. You love Sean, he's one of your closest friends, but him and Alex with some of the other guys tended to get themselves in trouble. "They call you and Sean, 'Havok and Banshee' for a reason," You giggle, glancing up from your paper to see that Alex is obviously not focused on his assignment anymore, instead twirling the pencil around his fingers looking defeated, although you're not sure whether it's about the dance or chemistry. "Listen Havok," you start, getting up from your bed to sit on the desk he's set up at. He smiles at you calling him by his nickname. "You already know that anyone you ask would say yes, so just ask a decent girl this time; there are lots of great girls at our school."

"I know, I just asked the best one and she shot me down," he says in mock-hurt with a hand on his chest.

"Oh come on," you laugh, giving his shoulder a playful shove. "Well, you can't take Emma again because she has a boyfriend now... What about Jean?"

"Jean?" he asks, an eyebrow raised like he's judging you for suggesting her.

"What's wrong with Jean? She's great!"

"You mean Jean as in the sophomore and my brother's girlfriend?"

"Oh right! Hey, he finally got her to go out with him. Good for Scott! What about—"

"Or you could just go with me." He turns his focus back to his assignment but you know he just wants to dodge the subject. "Or we could forget about it. It's like you said: I can't dance anyways, so what's the point?"

"Hold up..." You catch his eyes and see something you can only describe as a glint of fear like he knows he's been caught. "I never said you couldn't dance... I said you don't..." It all makes so much sense now. Your gorgeous best friend who radiates confidence doesn't know how to dance. "Is that why you never dance?!"

"Uhhh—"

"Don't even try Summers!" You cut him off before he can give some lame excuse.

"All right, all right," he grumbles, letting the pencil in his hand drop on the paper. "I don't know how to dance."

"But you always dance at parties and family barbecues," you retort.

"Yeah, like a dad at a barbecue."

You can't help but feel a little ache in your heart at how defeated he looks, so you decide to do something about it. The circumstances are calling for it because the perfect song comes on from your phone you've left on shuffle while the two of you were studying. You grab his hand and tug him up from his seat by his arm. He gives you a wary look when you shoot him a playful grin.

"I'll go with you, but first, I'm going to teach you how to dance, Alexander."

ii. in my backyard

As the universe would have it, you got terribly sick a few days ago and had to miss school. Alex, like the world's greatest friend in the world that he is, has been bringing your homework to you and keeping you company in what had pretty much been turned into your quarantine zone. You did wake up feeling so much better that you almost forgot you were sick and you're pretty sure you aren't contagious anymore, but you already gave away your homecoming ticket and procrastinated the whole week's school work, so you've opted out of the dance to catch up on everything. You wanted to go, but the stress of all your AP classes and applying to university weights out the fun. He put up quite a fight, not wanting to go without you, but you still managed to convince him to go, much to his dismay. He, of course, had no trouble getting a last minute date— who wouldn't want to be Alex's date especially when he was pretty much guaranteed to be crowned homecoming king.

You've spent the whole day completing the week's school work and finish off your last paper with a long, relieved sigh. You look at the clock telling you it's almost midnight. You then turn your head to the dress you've had hanging off your closet door all week to make sure it wouldn't get wrinkled letting out yet another sigh, but this time it's out of mild disappointment. Your focus shifts back to the clock as you close the top of your laptop. You told yourself you'd go to homecoming if it wasn't over by the time you finished everything, but it's probably been over for more than an hour since people usually go to someone's house to party after the king and queen have been crowned.

You're about to call it a night and go to sleep when you hear a light clinking sound coming from your window. Someone's throwing rocks at it and you have a pretty good idea about who it is. You gaze down from your window to see a grinning Alex who's still wearing his suit and a crown that has the moonlight reflecting off of it. He holds up his phone and points to it, signalling you to check yours. You haven't checked your phone in hours, after getting sucked into the dark void of homework. There are a dozen missed texts from Alex who was constantly checking up on you. You briefly skim over the messages and scroll to the most recent one he must have just sent from outside your house.

Alex: Put the dress on and meet me out back :)

You know there's no arguing with Alex's weird plans so you nod to him and follow his instructions. Padding through the house in your stocking feet, you slide the back door open as quietly as you can so you don't wake anyone else up. He's standing on the porch holding a flower corsage in one hand and a pair of earphones in the other. He steps towards you to slip the band of flowers around your wrist and hands you an earbud that you place in your ear.

"May I have this dance?"

"Ughhhhh, you're such a cheeseball," you groan with an evident smile on your face as you take his outstretched hand. His warm arms leave your body as soon as he feels you shivering from the crisp autumn air, removing his jacket and placing it around your shoulders. You quietly thank him as you slip your arms through the loose sleeves. He takes his phone out of his pocket to play the music, and it's the same song you had playing in your room when you taught him how to dance a week ago. You wind your arms around his neck and his arms slide under the jacket to wrap around your waist. He starts to sway, leading you around in slow circles to match the rhythm of the song.

You tilt your head up to see him beaming down at you, his smile brighter than the stars hanging above you. You expected to look up and share a laugh about this cheesy moment with your best friend like you typically would, but you don't feel like laughing. Instead, you're fighting the urge to close the distance separating your lips from his. His arms around you right now don't feel the same as when you were in your room doing the exact same thing last week. The smile slowly fades from his face as his arms subconsciously tighten around you and he speaks up, "Go out with me."

"What?" You foot stutters, almost making you trip over your other foot.

"Please, go on a date with me."

"Alex, you're my best friend..." You suddenly feel like oxygen is scarce; the simple act of breathing feels unnatural and takes more effort than it should.

"Exactly why we'd be great together; you and I, we're a team." You have no idea how he's maintaining such a calm demeanor through all this while you're left panting and speechless. You used to daydream about the day this would happen, so why can't you just say the one simple word that would make it all happen? Maybe it's because it seems too good to be true, or because you made yourself get over the idea that he would ever have feelings for you that weren't platonic.

"What about college next year? What if we stop seeing each other and it all goes to shit?" You're being difficult and he knows it. He knows you were worried about this for the sake of your friendship anyways and that you know you two would always find a way to make it work, but you're just feeling insecure right now.

"About that..." His mind wanders elsewhere for a moment. "I've been thinking; school's always been your thing, and me, well I try and you help so much but I'm sure it's really for me- I guess what I'm saying is: I don't think I'll apply. I-I've been thinking about enlisting—"

"No! Y-You can't!" The conversation took a totally different turn so quickly it has your mind reeling.

"Y/N, it's just a thought right now; nothing's decided- I still have to graduate," he jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you keep your eyes locked on his, your expression not anywhere near relaxed. "We can deal with the future when it comes, but I think I've fooled around for too long and should have asked you out a long time ago." The two of you have stopped moving, and the song has ended leaving you and Alex's uneven breaths being the only sounds that can be heard. "Come on, Y/N, what do you say?"

You don't say anything. What you do instead, is push yourself up on your toes and do what you've wanted to do for so long.

iii. in a fountain

You're walking back to your dorm, totally exhausted after finishing your last midterm and in a big mood for eating junk food and hibernating for the rest of the semester. However, you're too lazy to go out to buy food, and unfortunately you don't want to fail your classes, so you'll settle with instant noodles for the fourth night in a row and a Netflix marathon of Friends for tonight.

Already dreaming about how good finally laying in your bed will feel, you're basically on autopilot when you walk into your room and have to do a double take when you actually notice who's sitting on your bed. You completely forget how tired you are as you launch yourself at Alex, effectively knocking him over and you're on top of him, planting kisses on every surface area of his face before pulling back.

"I thought you weren't going to be able to come visit for another few days!" you exclaim, overjoyed and in disbelief that he's actually here with you.

"Couldn't miss our first anniversary, now could I?" His hands are pressed flat around the base of your spine under your shirt as he leans up to capture your lips in a long kiss that starts out innocent but soon becomes passionate. It's messy; full of shaky breaths, loose strands of your hair, and fingers clinging onto whatever they can, but neither of you could care less.

When you finally pull back panting, your breaths totally out of sync and heart rates erratic, he brings a hand up to tuck the stray hairs behind your ear— not that it had any real effect on the current chaotic state of your hair. You mirror his actions, smoothing out the much shorter strands of his hair, feeling thankful that it's grown back more over the past few weeks since you last saw him.

Before he set off on his training months ago, you've only been able to see him once, and back then when you had checked the flights, he would have only been able to come visit you a couple days from now. It was a total stroke of luck that he drove the airport like a maniac and there happened to be a flight right then and there.

Your terrible day is soon turned around as the evening with your boyfriend progresses. After he takes you out to dinner, you give him a quick tour of the campus and stop at your favorite spot; a gorgeous fountain in the outdoor arts exhibit. Of course fountains are super romantic— that is until someone falls in. And that someone is definitely you.

Lucky for you, Alex is the best at making anything more romantic, so he jumps in and stretches out his hand to help you up. You don't notice at first, between giggles and chattering teeth, but his phone is on the ground and you know exactly what he wants to do as soon as you register the song that's playing off it.

"No way," you shake your head.

"Come on," he coaxes you, his arms already going around your shivering form. "It's midnight and there's a fountain; it's so romantic."

You open your mouth to protest, but instead let out a sigh as you melt into is warm body. He leads you around in slow circles and doesn't seem to care that your shirt is soaking through his. Only Alex would be insane enough to want to slow dance in a fountain in the middle of the night, and only he would be able to get you to agree to it. Having him so close to you, and being the only thing that stands between you and hypothermia, you realize how excruciatingly long nights have been without him. Being best friends your whole lives, this was the longest you've ever been apart and it's the worst feeling in the world. You never want to feel that again, but you know that's not possible, because in a few days he'll have to leave and you'll be alone again.

Having totally spaced out into your thoughts, you miss it the first time he asks, only hearing muffled syllables. When he repeats himself, you hear him so clearly you think it might actually be in your head. But it's not. It's Alex, who is here with you, right now, telling you he wants to be like this for the rest of his life.

iv. in the kitchen

The absence fo heat is what wakes you up and your hand instinctively reaches out to the other side, blindly patting the slightly damp sheets to confirm your suspicion that Alex is missing from the bed. You groggily stand, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and ready to search for him.

It's definitely not the first time this has happened, but you worry anyway because although sometimes he just goes out for a run or a glass of water, but there was one time where you got a call from the neighbor that he was having a panic attack in the park near your house. He hasn't been the same since he came back from his tour, and you certainly don't blame him for it because you can't even imagine half of what he's gone through and what he's had to do to come back to you. You want to give him the time and space he needs, but it's so hard watching the man you love be in so much pain especially when he's been so distant. You can tell the therapy is working because he eats a little more, sleeps a little better, and lets you hold him a little longer; all the slightest details that make the biggest difference. It still breaks your heart a little every time he flinches at your touch or steps away after letting you hold him, but this isn't about you. It's about him and you know you just need to be patient.

You quietly pad down the stairs and feel a rush of relief when you see the kitchen light on. Approaching him, you see the light sheen of sweat coating his skin, and his hair that sticks up at stressed angles from him frantically pushing it back.

You follow his gaze to the calendar hanging on the wall. His eyes are fixed on the scribbled out words on tomorrow's date and can't help but feel an ache in your heart when it hits you. He blames himself. As if all the trauma he's endured on top of the survivor's guilt weren't enough to weigh him down, he constantly reminds himself that he's the reason why you don't have a gold band accompanying the sterling silver one on your ring finger.

Words escape you when you open your mouth to tell him that none of this is his fault. So instead of trying to speak, you slide a hand around the side of his jaw to shift his focus to your eyes as your other arm is draped over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close. He doesn't respond at first

Much to your relief, his hands find their way to your lower back, shakily clinging to the fabric of his old t-shirt that hangs loosely off your frame. You sway back and forth as a soothing motion at first, but soon find yourself slowly spinning around. He lets you lead him around the kitchen as you hum the tune at a calming pace. You're not quite sure how long you do this for, but you'd do it all night if it meant he'd feel safer.

He halts in his footsteps and pulls away from you, and you're worried that you might have done something wrong when you see the wet streaks on his cheeks, but then he leans down to press his lips to your forehead as his fingers thread through the hair at the back of your head. You stay like that for a while, until you feel the light pressure ease off your forehead and he tilts his head to capture you in a passionate kiss. Right there, a flame ignites in your chest, thriving off the one that burns through his, and you know that he's going to be okay— that you both are.

"I love you so much," he whispers in a hoarse voice.

"And I love you," You push up on your toes to pull him into another kiss, full of softness and eyelashes softly brushing over cheekbones. "Which is why were going to take as much time as we need to get through this. Together."

A stray tear escapes his eye as your words sink in, finding their place to his heart where they make it ache a little less every time he hears your voice.

"Come, let's go to sleep now." You take his larger hand in yours and lead him back to your shared bed where for the first time in months, he'll wake up with a smile gracing his features in the morning.

v. our wedding night

"And that's enough for Peter's toast!" Scott effectively cuts off a goofy, over-sharing-silver-haired speedster who starts to pout because he was sure he was giving the greatest toast of all time.

You and Alex lean into each other, laughing at the pair who have started bickering like the goofballs they are. All the routine wedding stuff has already occurred; the cake was cut, the first dance was had, and most of the toasts had already been given, but the mic was still open to anyone who wanted to say a few words. Peter had already said more than enough, and being the best man, Scott was on duty to keep Sean and Peter's shenanigans to a minimum.

Whilst everyone is entertained by the band that's about to finish up their last set, a familiar tune rings through the hall. You can't help but perking up as the melody makes your heart feel so incredibly full. Glancing over to the man next to you, you share a smile. A smile that is shared between two people who have a secret, like their own little world in which only they live in. Everyone else around you has disappeared and all you see is him.

His hand, that's been on your leg, over your dress the whole time you've been sitting, moves to take your hand and guide you up to a standing position. As he does this, his eyes never leave yours and he's grinning down at you, smiling exactly like he did when he asked you to meet him in your backyard in the middle of the night all those years ago. You don't question the pure adrenaline and excitement you feel running through your veins as he begins leading you out the doors to the garden.

"You've got that look in your eye," you tease him playfully. "Where are you taking me, Alex?"

"Right—" He suddenly stops in his tracks and pulls you flush to his body. The simple action, and the way his eyes look the same way they always have, leaves you breathless. "Here."

"And what do you want to do here?" You prompt him to elaborate, although you have a hunch about what he's brought you here for as his arm wraps around your back and he begins leading you around in circles.

"I want to have our first dance— like the first one, I mean."

"We had our first dance a few hours ago... In there," you say pointing towards the hall where the reception is still happening.

"But that wasn't really our first dance, was it?" You quirk an eyebrow at his questions that sounds much more like a statement.

"You're speaking in riddles now, Mr. Summers," you giggle.

"I'm just thinking out loud, Mrs. Summers, but we found love right there." You let out a chuckle at his cheesy, vague statement and because he's looking at you in a certain way— a way that always makes you wander because it means something different every time.

"What do you mean you big cheeseball?"

"That first time— when you showed me how to dance in your room," His signature lop-sided smile spreads across his features and your heart rate picks up at the sight of it like you're a teenager again. "That's when I knew for sure that I was in love with you."

His confession leaves you speechless, and you almost step on his toe. Moments like these with Alex always remind you that the two of you were meant to be. Cheesy to say but, every time your eyes meet his like they do right now, you find yourself tumbling and falling in love with him all over again. It's bumpy, and messy, but always worth it. Only he can make your breath hitch, or your heart rate spike, and make you feel so incredibly loved all at the same time. This is what the rest of your life is going to feel like.

And it's perfect.

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blue-cat-art · 7 years

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Asagao Academy: Battle of The Bands

Summary: Hana is finally an official member of the Normal Boots Club! With the guys and Mai as her friends, she’s ready for a great rest of the year. When a new student barges into their life and Paul decides to enter Asagao Academy into the regional Battle of the Bands for the first time in three years, Hana realizes that the ride may never stop, but she’s not too sure if she wants to get off.

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Prologue Part 5: The Start of Stressin New

Leaning onto the desk, Hana took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. She and Paul were back in the classroom sorting out forms and flyers, though it was more Hana sorting out the papers into the proper piles while Paul was taking a break. The moon shone through the window, which would have worried Hana if Paul didn’t get permission from the headmistress to use the classroom for student council business. Nevertheless the silence would have scared her if it wasn’t for the beeping sound that rang out now and then from Paul’s phone. “Paul…”

“Hmmmyes Hana?”

“What is all of this?” Hana gestured to all of the small print on the poster she was holding.

“Oh, that. I just copy pasted all of the audition information that we were sent by email,” Paul said, nonchalantly, sitting back on his chair still playing some kind of runner game on his phone.

“Paul, did you actually read this?” Hana started reading off the poster. “To be eligible you must create at least four songs completely from scratch and be prepared to perform any of them at any round of the BOTB, etc. The more professional a performance is the more points it will receive for that round.” She stopped and looked at Paul. “What do they mean by professional?”.

“Oh yeah, they just want it to be like a concert,” Paul waved a hand while continuing his game one-handed.

“Concert?”

“You know, flashy lights, choreography, the works. A concert.”

Hana was starting to feel a headache grow. “Isn’t that a little extreme for a high school band? Where would we even get the resources for this?”

Paul, not even stopping his game, leaned over and grabbed a paper off a pile from the middle and handed it to Hana.

Release Form for Equipment Rental

“Oh ok, but what about choreography? Is a dance teacher considered equipment?” Hana imagined Jirard and Satch dancing, first trying to breakdance (key word trying) then ballet. Not that she’d ever deny the possibility that they couldn’t do it, the mental image regardless made her internally giggle.

“Past band’s going to help us, either Intoxiblox or Starbomb, not only with dancing but with technical assistance and managing too. Either way, not something people should be worried about until after they pass the audition.” Paul didn’t even look up, but continued to play.

Hana felt her headache gain a headache. She reached over and grabbed Paul’s phone.

His hands for a split second froze, as though he still had the phone in his hand. Then his head snapped up, confused. “Why did you do that?”

“You’re not focused! You were the one who wanted to do this, the least you can do is work with me here!” Hana turned his phone off and tossed it back to him. “Now, how about we really focus here?”

Almost fumbling the catch, Paul managed to catch it. He stared at her, then sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair and ruffled his hair. “Sorry Hana, I’ll be more focused now.”

Looking closely, Hana noticed that Paul’s eyes had bags under them and that his eyes looked duller than normal. His hair, already messy from his ruffling, didn’t look like they had the usual thought and care Paul gave it in the past. “Are you ok, Paul?” Hana asked.

“Y-yeah, I’m just tired, just stayed up late last night going over plans for BOTB.” Paul pulled at his cheek as far as his cheeks would let him and then squished them back in. “I think I can focus better now.” He hunched over the table and started to sort the papers out. “These papers need to go to class 406 and these still need to be stapled onto the bulletin boards and this needs to go to the newspaper club for approving for week’s issue and-“

“Paul, slow down!” Hana, having found a piece of paper and pencil to write it all down, was scrambling to write it all down but was barely able to keep up.

“Oh, oops, sorry.” Paul waited for Hana to finish before he continued, at a slower pace for her. As they were finishing the last pile, Hana heard the classroom door slam open from behind her. She jolted and squeaked at the sound.

“What are you two doing in here?” Shane was staring at them, a pair of garden shears in his hands.

“Shane?” Hana rested her hand on her heart, trying to calm it down from it’s rapid beats.

“Oh, hey Shane. Just doing some BOTB stuff, what about you?” Paul said casually, still looking at the papers.

“I-uh, was picking up some stuff I forgot in my locker.”

“What do you need garden shears for?” Hana stared at him and raised an eyebrow.

Shane stared at the shears for a second like he forgot he was holding them. “Right, the shears, they were, uh, I needed them for, uh, the plants upstairs needed trimming so I thought I’d pick them up now and save myself a trip to the janitor closet.”

Hana debated for a second whether to pursue the subject, but then Paul popped up right next to her, making her jump in surprise.

“Shane, you came at the perfect time, can you help Hana tape the flyers up on the lockers?” Paul strolled up to Shane and held up a strung up pack of papers for Shane to take. “I need to figure out some logistics for the preliminaries and unfortunately neither of you will be much use to me.”

“Uh, sure Paul,” Shane said and took the package. Paul then handed Hana a similar package and a roll of masking tape.

“Paul, maybe you should finish for the night? It’s getting pretty late and we can lock up for you?” Hana asked him, noting that the bags under his eyes looked heavier now.

Paul only waved his hand at them. “Naw naw, you go on and I’ll finish up here.”

Exchanging glances, Hana and Shane exited the room, leaving Paul to his work.

Outside, the hallway lights were still on. Walking up to the 4rth floor, they quickly got to work taping the fliers up. Now and then, Hana would catch a glimpse of Shane looking around before taping up another flyer. He almost seemed…nervous?

“Hey Shane?” Hana finally said.

Shane jolted and almost dropped his flyers. After a minute of him trying to make sure the flyers didn’t fall, he shot a glare at Hana. “Don’t scare me like that!”

She raised both hands in defense. “S-sorry! I just thought that you seemed a little jumpy.”

“Well I am!” Shane huffed and went back to taping up flyers.

“Does it have something to do with the garden shears?”

Shane spun around and looked at Hana. “Just forget about the shears ok, it has nothing to do wi-“

The lights started to flicker. Hana looked up. “Weird, are the lights going out?”

In one quick movement, Shane pulled Hana behind him and picked up the garden shears he left on the ground while taping. “Do you hear that?”

Now that he mentioned it she heard a low droning sound coming from the opposite side of the hallway. “Yeah, what is that?”

She could see Shane’s shoulders almost relax. “Ok, so I’m not going crazy, that’s good.”

“What?”

The droning noise suddenly raises to a high pitched wailing. It felt like her head was splitting from the sound. She clasped her hands over her ears. Shane did the same, dropping the shears in a panic.

The hallway lights started to turn off one by one, at first one at a time, then it sped up, going towards Hana and Shane.

Shane grabbed Hana’s hand and, pulling her behind him, started to run away from the lights shutting off. The lights followed, turning off faster and faster.

“Shane? What’s going on?” Hana yelled, stumbling to keep up.

The wailing, still in the background, made it hard to hear, but she managed to hear Shane above it. “Don’t know, worry about it later!”

They flew down the stairs until they reached the first floor, where Paul was working.

“Wait, we have to get Paul!”

Shane halted in front of the room that Paul was in and pulled open the door. Hana jumped in and Shane slammed the door shut. Suddenly the wailing disappeared and the lights turned completely off outside before turning back on.

Hana and Shane held their breath for a minute. When nothing happened they both exhaled. Hana stumbled to a chair and flopped on it while Shane just straight sat on the table.

“Wha-what was that?” Hana stammered.

Shane said nothing, but only stared outside the window. He finally looked at Hana. “Dunno… Probably a prankster.”

Hana wasn’t believing that, but after what had happened, she had no will to actually pursue the issue considering how hesitant about talking before.

A snore interrupted Hana’s thinking and she turned around. She found Paul face down, snoring softly.

Shane walked over to Paul and started to shake him awake. Finally Paul roused awake. “Hmm? Mornin guys.”

Shane let out a chuckle. “Lets get you back to the dorms.”

“Wha ‘bout the flyers?” Paul murmured while Paul started to haul him up.

“I’ll come back tomorrow before class and finish them,” Hana said, wincing internally thinking about how early that was going to be.

Paul mumbled out a thanks as Shane helped him out. “Don’t worry, I’ll come by too,” Shane said, looking back at Hana before leaving the room.

That next morning the flyers were up. Hana and Shane had been able to get all of them up before the first students started to trickle in. She tried to bring up the events that had occurred the night before, but Shane only deflected or ignored the attempts at talking about it. It ended with them just posting the flyers in silence.

There was a confused atmosphere in the air as students found the posters.

“Battle Of The Bands?”

“Compete with Ajisai Institute and Ayame High to win Band of the year?”

“Auditions next week?”

“Wow, look at all of these requirements!”

“Should we do it?”

“Oh my god we get to work with Intoxiblox!”

“Well sign me up, slap me silly and call me Suzanne!”

As Hana arrived to class, Mai came to her desk and pulled out the flyer for the Battle of the Bands. “I feel only a little insulted that you didn’t tell me that Intoxiblox was involved!”

Hana could only shrug. “Sorry, I promised not to say anything.”

“Well, in that case if those guys really pass auditions I totally need you to help me meet them!”

“Sure thing Mai,” Hana laughed and Mai returned to her seat, chipper.

Shane and Jon was already in their seat, but Hana noticed that PBG had yet to be in class. Hana look.ed out the window in hopes of seeing him running towards the building with toast in his mouth or something like that, but no luck in that.

Ms. Shizuka walked in and Hana turned her attention back to class. While Ms. Shizuka reviewed the difference between rpgs and roguelikes, Hana kept stealing glances out the window, but there was no such luck.

When the bell rang for lunch, Hana, quickly telling Mai that she’d meet her at the cafeteria, quickly walked up to Jon, who was almost all packed up to leave. “Jon? Could I speak to you for a moment alone?”

He looked up at her quizzically. “Uuh, sure?”

They waited for the room to clear out, which didn’t take too long. Honestly, Hana hoped it would take longer. Jon was just sitting there, absentmindedly fingering his right shoulder.

Once the room was completely empty, Hana faced Jon, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry!” She bowed so low that she could see the wall from between her legs.

Jon started to sputter and wave his arms. “Wait, wha- no, you didn’t do anything? Oh geeze uuhh…”

Hana kept her head down. “That night, after the meeting, I asked PBG if he could see if you were ok and then Jirard heard you two fighting so…”

He stared at her, then sighed and scratched his head. “Aw, geeze, that wasn’t… uuh… well it…It really didn’t…uh…” He turned away from Hana and started to mutter to himself.

She got up, puzzled.

Finally, he turned around and rested his hand on her shoulder. “I’m fine. PBG and I were just… He was just getting too close for comfort for me. We’re fine now though. I appreciate that you were worried though.” He flashed a thumbs up at her. “Members should look out for each other like this.” With that he left the class with a wave.

Suddenly she felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw a text message from Paul.

Meeting with Intoxiblox and Starbomb after school in clubroom. You should come!

She sighed and started to type in her reply. Can I bring Mai?

Ding. Sure, but this is a pretty important meeting, so if she’s going to be acting around them like she is with Jared, I’d recommend benching her.

I’ll let her know.

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#s2asagao #asagao academy #paul ritchey #shane gill #jon jafari #oooh the big bois are comin in =7=#hana

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crustaceanwitch · 6 years

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Here’s a little sample of a comic script me and my friend have been working on

Scene: [Ponk and Rynn standing at a bus stop, tall buildings stand in the distance. Next to them is a bus stop sign but it has the image of a steep hill on it for no good reason other than I think it would be funny. Everything is clean like they are in a nice neighborhood. Ponk is in a very nice outfit of a navy-blue jacket with ruffles, sporting a cool hat with a type of chibi animal (Frog) on it to protect against the cold of the morning. Rynn is bare foot and in an oversized rain coat that’s rubbery so she won’t burn it.] [them as kids btw] for hair and other details check out the kid drawings.

“Are you cold?” Ponk asks.

“A little.” Rynn answers.

Ponk puts her arm around Rynn at an attempt to help. *touching moment*

“Can’t you heat yourself up, freak?” A girl with a side ponytail asks.

[into the frame walks a boy and girl the same age as the MC’s, the boy and girl look like twins. Boys hair is spiked in a different direction than the girls ponytail. The boy looks very shy compared to his sister.]

*Rynn looks down and away from them while ponk looks worried. Neither of them do anything.*

“Figures. You must have melted your mouth shut didn’t you?” the girl laughs. “Rynn are you sure you want to stand that close to your only friend? Might burn her up like you did your mother.”

“Why don’t you leave us alone?” Ponk ask quietly, barely making eye contact.

“Hey I wasn’t talking to you pink hair.”

“My mom dyed it for a play. It’s not my fault it won’t wash out.” Ponk says as she shoves her froggy hat down. *cute*

“Don’t talk to Ponk that way! Don’t you have anywhere else to be other than hanging around us like a shadow?” Rynn retorts taking a step towards her like in standing up to her. *Ponk has to take a step away from Rynn with the heat rising from her*

*girl is taken back by this but not very much* “Don’t forget who actually has control over her power” *eyes shine like laser beams are going to come out of her eyes *threateningly*

[Bus drives up and all the kids get on. Rynn takes a seat in the back of the bus, her chair is charred and her butt fits perfect in the hole, a little sizzle comes from her set. Ponk sits next to her. Beside them other kids with unmanageable powers sits next to them. List could include: pufferfish girl, slime kid, someone who freezes their seat, a kid who sometimes shocks the kid next to them. All the seats in the back are broke or damaged in a way.]

*Ponk strokes her two hair loops in a way almost to straighten them but they go right back into curls, a nerves habit. Rynn notices.*

“I think your hair looks nice pink.” Rynn says.

*Ponk stops stroking*

“I don’t think you hurt your Mom.” Ponk says.

“Well then that just leaves the option that she left me on her own free will, I’d rather have a story that I burned myself out of her belly and made my dad run away scared than think she just left me on some door step.”

“What about the one where your Dad is the devil and he seduced your mom so you would technically be the spawn of satan!” Ponk laughs.

“Or the one where I was thrown into a volcano as a baby and the earth didn’t want me so it spit me out?” Rynn says with a half smile.

“No, no, the best one has to be that when you were in your moms belly she ate so much flaming hot chili that you became literal fire!”

*the panels slowly zoom out with them laughing, zooming all the way out of the bus and then zooming out to show the world, then it zooms in to show a school.*

Inside the school it shows a class room full of kids, but the desks are in pairs of two with the fronts touching each other so the students would be facing each other but in between them they share a computer screen that’s projected for them. The room is dim and one teacher sits in a corner on their phone. Ponk and Rynn stand out and the panel zooms in on Ponk THIS IS IMPORTANT she writes on her tablet with her LEFT HAND.

“How’s it coming Rynn?” Ponk asks bored with her work.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it.” She says frustrated with her computer screen going red and an emoji makes an Oop’s face. *Rynn who has a regular pencil and paper because of her fire hazard burns the pencil and all the work she had done. She notices this and immediately pats it out then looks defeated as her paper smolders.*

“Ponk can I spend the night at your place tonight? My foster parents left town for a few days and forgot to leave me a key to get in, I had to jimmy a window open last night and then I couldn’t close it so now the place is freezing.”

“Sure, we can practice our math test for tomorrow. Did your parents go on a trip?”

“I don’t know, they didn’t really tell me. Are you sure your parents are all right with it?”

“Oh yeah they love having you over, just today they asked how you were and when you’d be back over to take the blanket we all made for you.”

“You know I’m just going to burn it, why do you guys keep making more for me?”

“Well we have plenty of fabric from the shop, and this stuff is woven with fire resistant material so it’d be a great test to see if we got our money’s worth.” *Ponks screen turns green with a happy frog emoji smiling.*

“Thanks.” Rynn sighs *Rynn looks defeated and slumps her head down on her hand making her cheek do the cute bulge thing as her computer screen flashes red and the frowny emoji is now super pissed angry emoji.**the frame fully captures her face as she whispers to herself with her eyes closed “For letting me be your burden.”

Scene:

*The school bell rings and now all the children go out to play in the playground. I picture this sense with snow so maybe it could be winter time? Small piles of snow here and there with children in cute snow gear. Rynn of course is still in her rain coat, at this point in the day I think she has burned off any clothes she may have had on underneath if she had any. So she sits by the door, not being allowed back in until the teachers say so. In the distant frame you see the teachers silhouettes smoking. Ponk stands close to Rynn and they watch all the other kids play. The playground in this world is really a place for kids to show off their talents or powers. Some kids will do cool tricks and get a big laugh. Ponk pulls out a stuffed frog from her coat, it looks like the one on the ribbit gum. Her fondness for the doll is apparent, Rynn won’t touch it because she knows it is Ponks favorite. *in the background you see feet show up. Ponks doll gets pulled from her hands from the same side ponytail girl from before!*

“Your not supposed to have toys at school” she says, not in a mean way, just a fact way.

“I didn’t bring it, I found it in my pocket.” Ponk says as she gets up and try’s to get it back. Rynn stands up too.

“That’s what you said yesterday when I caught you with it. I think I’ll have to tell the teacher.”

“No!!! She’ll eat him!” Ponk says extremely distressed.

*shows the teacher who is smoking, her lizard tongue zips her bud into her mouth* *shows Ponk again, pale and wide eyed* “I’ll never leave it in my pocket again. Please.”

The girl turns her head to Rynn.

“What about you? Are you going to beg?” *Rynn is her obvious target for picking on*

“Please... don’t.” Rynn grunts.

*the teacher turns around to return, the pressure is rising*

“Please give him back! Before the teacher see’s!” Rynn says louder for the girl to hear. *the snow melts around her*

*ponk tries to snatch the doll aggressively again, missing each time*

“Ha, what are you going to do? You don’t even have powers!” She taunts.

“Yeah well I have my arms, I can punch you in the face!” Ponk threatens with her fist up.

“Fine.” She throws the doll back. “Don’t bring it back.”

*Ponk stuffs the frog in her pocket before the teacher gets back*

“Ready to go inside girls?” The teacher asks none the wiser.

“Yes ma’am.” They say.

Kids start lining into the building in the background, But Ponk and Rynn stay put.

*Ponk looks down in anger*

“Are you okay?” Rynn asks.

“I’ll get even with her one day.” Ponk huffs as she joins the kids lining in.

*school bell rings indicating the end of school*

Scene [Rynn and Ponk leaving school with other children around them]

“Your coming over after studying right?” Ponk asks Rynn.

“Yeah, I’ll be by the usual time. Gotta make up my grade somehow!” Rynn calls cheerfully to Ponk as she walks in the direction of home.

*Rynn frowns as Ponk walks away, Ponk turns and waves one last time and it surprises her out of her frown. Leaving a faint smile as Rynn realizes she is not alone in the world.*

Scene[Ponk walking alone looking happy on the street.]

*suddenly she stops. Her innocent smile goes away. She turns around and heads in a different direction. It shows a street sign to her side that reads “Sugarbutterfly Ln” the neighbor hood has changed to dirty and older houses line the street. she stops in front of a house. The window is slanted open but everything else seems fine with it. Rynns words ring in her head “My foster parents left town for a few days and forgot to leave me a key to get in, I had to jimmy a window open” Ponk, with her same serious look jumps through the window. Inside shows a decent house, old appliances and dishes filling the sink but overall okay. She heads with a purpose to a closed door, she opens it to show a desk with locked drawers, a chair, a lock box, and a digital scale on the desk. She pulls her frog out of her pocket and unzips it to show a secret compartment holding a lock pick and a lock pick wrench. (Her eyes will be unshown most of the time, indicating her unknown intent. The only facial signs we’ll see is her scowling.) she walks right to the lock box and try’s to pick it. She makes slow movements at first but then she just wiggles them aggressively, that’s how I pick most pad locks 😂. It pops open to reveal drugs in there.

“I knew it!” Ponk growls through gritted teeth.

She picks up the box in a rage and scatters it’s content in the living room right in front of the open window. She pulls out a flip phone from her pocket and dials 911.

“This is 911, what is your emergency?” The phone buzzes.

“Hello, I was walking my dog down my neighborhood when I came across a house with an open window, with it being cold out and all I wanted to make sure everything was okay when.. when I saw the most horrible thing!”

“What did you see ma’am?”

Ponk pretends to be taken aback and frightened as she talks.

“Well I’m no expert but it looks to be drugs scattered on the floor, I see bottles and needles, and I think there are bags of white stuff but I’m not sure, I had to leave so quick because I was frightened.”

“Calm down ma’am, where did you see this?”

“The third house on Sugarbutterfly Lane, it’s painted red with a brown roof, the front window is open. You can’t miss it.” Ponks body is rigid and unmoving, you see her eyes as she lies, they’re cold.

“Please stay on the line with me, an officer will be there shortly. What is your name ma’am?”

“Click” Ponk shuts the phone and hangs up. She says nothing else and just leaves.the next frame you see her sitting behind a bush looking at her frog doll.

[a police car drives past, it stops in front of the house she was in.] Ponk watches from behind the bush with wide eyes. [the cop gets out and walks to the door. He looks through the window, he gasps at the sight of so much evidence and then bangs on the door telling them to open up.] Ponk smiles a devilish smile and walks away with her hands in her pockets.*

Scene [Ponk walking down the side walk looking at her frog.]

“Don’t look at me that way. I had to do it to them. Their bad parents! Once they come back and get arrested Rynn will stay with us permanently! Mom and Dad already filled out paper work for this exact scenario! I just had to get the ball rolling.” She argues with the stuffed toy. She sighs.

“Rynn will be with us, she’ll be happy eventually.” She agrees with herself.

Scene[it is now later, shadows have grown and it is darkish as Ponk walks up the stairs of her home. It is a modest home with a flower box on the window. A shop with a cute name is under it kinda like in bobs burgers. The name of the shop could be “Bob’s crafts” just cause. Maybe let’s rip off the look of bobs house too just to see if anyone notices?]

*ponk walks inside, you see a kitchen on the left a stairway in the middle and a living room on the right. Everything has long shadows and you can make out only outlines of furniture and other things*

“Mom, Dad, I’m home.” She calls confused with the lights being off, she leaves the door open for the light. she still has her toy in her hands.

*she walks right, into the living room and shadows.*

“Mom? Where are you guys?” She calls looking around.

*on the floor she sees two silhouettes of bodies on the ground. A pool of blood surrounds them and cut marks can be seen all over their bodies.*

“Mom... Dad?” She asks frozen.

*behind her a flash can be seen, the glare of a knife catching the only bit of light in the room along with a body attached to it. Ponk turns around at a sound and a the knife swishes down on her in a quick cut. Ponk is shown putting her left arm up in defense with her frog toy still in it. Ponk is hit with such force she is face first on the floor. A pool of blood forms around her while the silhouette of a person stands above her. (I’m thinking this scene will be shown with Ponk in the bottom left corner and the door and person is in the top right.)

[scene closes with all three bodies on the ground, making it look like the perfect pair of dead bodies in this multiple killing.]

Scene[ Rynn wakes up in a cold sweat panicked. She is an adult now. She takes deep breathes as the panels show she was sleeping in an alleyway.]

End chapter 1 or vol 1, what ever it is.

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