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pockyxx · 3 years

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I am requesting Iwa-chan pleaseee.

yes, yes i can. i’m sorry if this is so bad i legit had no clue what to do 😭 if i delete it, i’ll probably write something else w iwa chan 😩

“ confession letter ”

h. iwaizumi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. barely crack humour at the end. tiny winy bit of hurt/comfort.

iwaizumi always had an eye on you, watching you from the other side of the classroom. it started as a small crush but slowly grew into something more. it wasn’t difficult to, though, you’d always come to watch their practice and you got along well with the team.

he found you so fascinating, being so quiet and reserved in class but loud and energetic around the team, specifically oikawa. the two of you seemed to get along great. that’s what lead to his self-doubt.

he always thought you had a crush on the setter and that he didn’t stand a chance. hell, iwaizumi was always used by oikawa’s fangirls whenever they needed love letters to be passed along. not to mention he was always in the back ground when they would gift the captain homemade chocolates or cookies.

so, seeing you nervously approach him in the club room after practice with something in your clutches set off a flame inside of him. he kept his face straight, not turning to face you as you got closer.

“uh, iwaizumi-san?” you bit your lip, waiting to meet his eyes but it took longer than usual. you could feel your heart beating rapidly, your fingers shaking out of nervousness.

iwaizumi didn’t say anything as he slightly pivoted, his locker door was still open and he had a towel hanging around his neck. his eyes trailed down to the letter you held onto, in a pink envelope, sealed with a cute little heart sticker.

“is that for oikawa?” he grunted, tossing his sweat towel back into the locker before slamming the locker door, startling you. “of course it is.”

you opened your mouth, trying to figure out how to explain that it was for him but you were too late as iwaizumi snatched the confession out of your hand and stormed off.

he was never one to loose his cool like that in front of you but he was human, and it happens. he didn’t even bother to say anything else to you although as he turned his head you’d already disappeared.

iwaizumi frowned, shoving the letter into his back pocket without giving it a second glance, figuring he should find oikawa and hand over your confession letter.

his hands became fists as he saw oikawa laughing along side mattsun and makki. with his lips pressed together, the third years quickly picked up on his off putting mood.

“did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” makki jested, nudging the ace. once again, iwaizumi scowled and tried to compose himself. he pulled out the love note he kept in his pocket, it had filled with crinkles as a result of the mishandling.

“this is for you.” he didn’t feel bad that the envelope had gotten folded, in fact it eased his almost vengeful spirit. because it was wrinkled up, the girl he liked wouldn’t be able to confess to her crush like she hoped. oikawa could already guess the contents of the letter, he opened it with excitement.

clearing his voice, he began reading out loud much to the amusement of the other third years.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t say this in person but i hope you understand.” he paused, watching as the others giggled. “i really needed to tell you how i feel... and to be honest i was scared to see your reaction face to face...”

oikawa stopped reading out loud, his eyes quickly trailing through the rest of the letter.

“why’d you stop?” mattsun pouted along with makki. oikawa frowned, looking back up at his friends.

“say iwa chan, who gave you this?” he narrowed his eyes while looking at his best friend, realizing the note of wasn’t meant for him, specifically by the use of the same ‘iwaizumi.’

iwaizumi huffed, crossing his arms but at the same time trying to seem in different.

“y/n.” oikawa raised his eyebrows and the others shut their mouths and stopped their playful side banter.

“what did she say when she gave it to you?” oikawa interrogated, hands on his hips. iwaizumi looking dead on at the setter.

“she... she didn’t say anything...” he recounted the events for his friends while they all seemed disappointed.

“you’re pretty dense, y’know.” oikawa teased, “take another look at the letter.” he handed it back to iwaizumi, walking off with mattsun and makki.

looking down at the pink paper, he observed the hand writing, smiling at how neatly you printed. iwaizumi swallowed any type of fear and began reading the letter.

i’m sorry that i couldn’t say this to you in person but i hope you understand. i really needed to tell you how i feel... and to be honest i was scared to see your reaction face to face. we’ve been classmates and friends for a while and i was terrified we’d ruin what we already had and that things would get awkward. but my friends told me i should be honest with you, iwaizumi. well, at least as honest as i can be through a letter. i like you. a lot. so by the time you read this you could text me or tell me in person your response. i’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and i understand if you think we should end our prexisting relationship.

he frowned, how could he be so stupid? he knew he had to find you, rushing across campus until he could hear muffled sniffles from behind the gym. right when he heard them, he knew they belonged to you.

you were all curled up, back leaning against the wall and rubbing your puffy red eyes.

“y/n?” he clearly caught you off guard as you jumped at the sound of his voice. biting your lip, you look up to him, on the verge of crying again. “do you mind if i sit down?”

you waited for a quick second, wiping your eyes once before nodding. iwaizumi sat down next to you, shoulder’s touching. you didn’t know what to say and you were pretty sure iwaizumi didn’t know either.

“i’m sorry.” he admitted, he wasn’t very good at verbally conveying emotion. pressing your lips together, whispering a small ‘it’s okay.’

“no, it’s really not. i shouldn’t have reacted like that, i should’ve given you a minute to talk.. I just.. I thought you were going to give it to shittykawa.” you giggled slightly at the vulgar nickname, which made iwa’s heart flutter, giving him a sign he was some what on the right track with his words.

“because the thing is y/n, i feel the same. so i was stupid and got jealous thinking that you likes him.” you nodded in understanding, hugging your knees and realizing what that meant, you broke out into an overwhelming blush.

hiding your face from him once more, he honestly got scared he’d done something to upset you even more.

“hey, hey don’t cry.” he let his actions speak first, pulling you by your shoulders and cradled your head with his hands. it was easy to say your brain had stopped working at that point.

“uh, iwaizumi-san, i can’t breath.” you poked his bicep and he quickly let go. both of you had an equally deep blush on your faces. you looked away,

“so, do you wanna get boba?” he asked awkwardly trying to change to subject. what else was he supposed to do? you agreed with a smile, walking with him laughing at the misunderstanding.

it was an odd day to say the least.

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marauder-exe · 4 years

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AU list!

hi! These are a bunch of Au’s that i could write,and you could request! (reposting because it didnt work the first time)

General

Fake dating (My personal favourite)

Soulmates

Coffee shop

Modern Royalty

Rockstar

Running From The Police

Rebel Against The Goverment

High School

University

Law school

Delayed-Flights-And-Were-Stuck-In-The-Airport-And-Its-Like-2Am

Roommates

Road Trip

Arranged Marriage

Im-Arranged-To-Marry-Your-Brother-But-Were-In-Love

Amnesia

Tattoo-Artist-And-Coffee-Shop-Worker

Loved-Since-Childhood

Professor-Student (of age)

Met-On-Holiday

More detailed

21.You were singing/playing guitar/etc. in the park to protest the war and a policeman tried to dismiss you for 'disturbing the peace' but you argued that you were promoting peace and things got heated and next thing you know you're being arrested for assaulting an officer. You intrigue me, so I'm here to bail you out and maybe take you on a date?

22.the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

23.we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

24. i sit at the rental booth at our local ice rink and watch you teach children how to skate

25. alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

26. i’m running late to an important interview/meeting and you accidentally spill your hot cocoa all over my outfit

27. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill

28. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me

29. i gave my winter coat to a homeless person and come into your store to warm up

30. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside

31. you’re the asshole of our group and we don’t get along, but then i find out you make soup for the local shelter

32.we’re waiting in line for the club when you complain that your roommate stole your gloves so let me warm your hands up with mine

33.my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

34.the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

35.i’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

36.a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

37. we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

38. i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

39. i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

40. i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

41. my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

42. we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

43. my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

44. sharing a cab together

45. you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

46. you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

47. we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not

48. im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask

49. we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???

50.im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???

51. i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???

52. we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know

53. im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit

54. its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes

55. i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party

56. i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out

57. it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park

58. hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?

59. thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain

60.i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat

61. we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed

62.i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are

63. My friends bet I wouldn’t buy these three weird and questionable items and you’re my cashier.

64.Once a week I go visit the pet store just to stare at the cute kittens and puppies and you’re the nice employee who always lets me hold them and wait I think I’m going to cry hold on.

65.You’re the DJ of the University’s radio station and every time you give an opinion on a current event I have to call and argue with you because could you seriously be anymore wrong?

66.We both wait tables at the same restaurant and you’re always mad at me by the end of the night because I make more in tips

67.We have the same class and once a week you wear this graphic shirt I don’t understand and I really want to ask you about it.

68.We both work at the same craft store that literally has no customers so we have nothing to do and I’m always reading at the register but you always have to criticize my book choice what the hell?

69.I’m working the concession stand for this week’s home game and this is the fifth time you’ve come back for snacks wait are you flirting with me?

70. we’re at a bookstore and you and I seem to have similar taste in books have you read this one? How about this one?

71. you look like you need help and I’m a professional roller/ice skater but I don’t want you to feel bad about how much you suck but wow you suck

72. You ordered your food before me and they gave you a drink you didn’t want so you gave it to me

73. We’re sitting at adjacent computers in the library and I’m taking extra care not to look at your screen out of respect but what the fuck do you keep laughing at

74. as a joke I yelled out “happy birthday to someone!” in this store and you called back “thank you!” who are you

75. You heard me talking about a TV show in class the other day and now you’re passionately yelling at me about how good it is we’ve never actually spoken before

76. It’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMMIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

77. We go to the same support group; I have social anxiety and you’re a kleptomaniac who sorta stole my heart

78. You thought you were alone at the bus stop so early in the morning so you started passionately singing Fall Out Boy but your Patrick Stump impression could use some work and I’m not really afraid to point that out

79. I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I drew you?

80. We’re rival up-and-coming singers and every time one of us releases a new single the other does a cover to try to make it better; we’re always trying to top each other and out-cute each other, but half our fans aggressively ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet because it’ll be popular; unfortunately now that we’re in the same studio and I’ve seen what you’re like I really wanna know what your lips feel like

81.PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT’S THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP

82. We were both stood up for dates at the same nice restaurant so we decide to eat together and split the check but I dunno you’re pretty interesting aside from your distractingly enormous eyebrows

83. We met at a mutual friend’s cheesy masquerade party and we agree that the only good thing about this party is the masks so you can’t judge a book by its cover only now that we’ve been talking I want to see your face but I don’t know how to ask

84. You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am

85.We pass each other every day while we’re biking on the same path so we’ve started smiling at each other and one day you’re stopped because you’re having an asthma attack so I offer you my extra water bottle and now we’re talking and now I’M the one who’s breathless

86.I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them

87.I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.

88. You've been sketching me for half an hour now, and just shuffled up to hand me the finished product and it's TERRIBLE but you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.

89. I'm at an art exhibit and I just badmouthed the art, because I don't get it, okay? And it turns out you're the artist. I'm so sorry, maybe I could get you coffee and you could explain what it was supposed to be?

90. We're the only two people who turned up to an underground gig and it should be awkward, but the band is amazing and you asked me to dance and hey, there's nobody watching but us.

91. You live in the apartment next to me. We're not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I'll make you a deal, I won't tell, if you let me pet it.

92. I punched you because I thought you were insulting my friend, but it turns out you know each other and it was an inside joke and I'm so sorry, let me drive you to the hospital?

93. We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike

94. I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me

95.Our dick landlord just evicted us both

96.I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name

97. You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating

98. Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his

99. It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked

100.Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough

Feel free to use any of these as your own! If you wanna request you could drop an inbox saying ‘ could you do ____ AU with this character’!

#remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #lily evans x reader #cedric diggory x reader #regulus black x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #hermione granger x reader

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jeremy-ken-anderson · 3 years

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Monster Hunter Movie

Spoilers Will Be Present.

There are a lot of things one can say about the badness of the film.

To me there are two basic issues, which interconnect: Tone and Respect.

At the core of things the studio and director considered their own brands more important than the brand of their source material. This is an understandable mistake to make when you’re thinking business - after all how would you survive as a brand if you granted primacy to other brands all the time? - but concessions must be made or else you’re just appropriating the aesthetics.

That’s what happened here. And it’s half of what made the movie a bad movie.

I went in expecting it to be real bad and as a result I was only mildly disappointed in some missed opportunities as opposed to legit incensed the way some MH bloggers are. But I do not blame them for being angry.

The plot, basically, is: Some army folks include Artemis, who you probably know is the main character because a) she’s the captain b) she’s Milla Jovovich and c) she’s the character you played as in the movie crossover event in MH World two weeks prior. They’re looking for Bravo Team when they get sucked into a dimensional rift and dropped in the land of Monster Hunter. So far so Isekai.

They encounter a Black Diablos which doesn’t act much like the monster from the games. Also a hunter played by Tony Jaa fires a paint bomb warning shot at them - It’s unclear whether he was trying to get them to leave or just thought the paint bomb would let them know they were in mortal danger.

The Black Diablos kills one of them and they run into some rocky terrain to escape.

This turns out to be the nest of roughly a thousand Nerscylla - horrible spider monsters. These kill everyone else over the course of an 11-minute, uh, tribute to Starship Troopers I guess we’ll call it. Artemis survives. There’s a 20-second sequence I thought was very good as a scene but belonged in a non-MH film, where she escapes the nest where she just watched eggs on her buddy burst with baby Nerscylla and then suddenly rips off her army gear to check herself for eggs in this frenzied panic. Seemed like both a smart thing to do and a reasonable trauma response to expect from someone.

But it shouldn’t have happened at all.

Backing it up, the 11 minutes before it shouldn’t have happened.

Nerscylla isn’t a pack hunter. They don’t grow in gigantic broods. But more than that the whole scene was...mean-spirited, and ugly.

Something that is important to understand about Monster Hunter as a franchise is that the seriousness of the stakes - the town is always under attack, or some ancient species of monster has awoken, or some new deviant mutation is driving smaller monsters into settled areas - is always, ALWAYS tempered by a fundamental directorial optimism. I think this film may be the first Monster Hunter thing where anyone dies and we see it happening. There have certainly been characters who mourned or wanted vengeance (more in the manga than the games) but that’s always something that happened before what we’re watching, and that’s really important to the tone.

Jovovich also has absurd plot armor, which, frankly, would have been fine - possibly even admirable - if they’d been adhering to the “nobody dies on screen” rule. Having someone get blasted across the landscape and get knocked out for a bit...as a player I’d have found this hilarious. As it is, there’s definitely a “why is this lady still alive” vibe that keeps cropping up because the movie’s taken a lot of time telling us that people in its setting are fragile chunks of meat that can be torn asunder at any moment.

Anyway, after all this trauma she encounters Tony Jaa and they fight. Why? Probably because he’s a martial artist and they wanted to get some mileage out of that fact. This is extremely dumb. Again, the only place where I’ve seen anything more than casual ribbing between humanoids in anything MH is the manga, and even there it didn’t come to blows. And within the context of this film these people have no reason to think the other’s an enemy and two extremely deadly reasons - the nearby monsters - to work together. Both have been presented as smart enough to know this. But fight scene. Long, stupid fight scene.

The fight nearly becomes fatal, and they realize it’s dumb. There’s another 5-10 minutes of bonding. This is fine! Jovovich and Jaa have decent chemistry (never aimed at romance, which is kind of refreshing) and there’s a really cute Demon Mode reference and also a product placement that turns out later to be a pretty cool linguistic joke (she gives him chocolate, calls it chocolate, he later uses the word chocolate to mean tasty).

They have a plan to get Nerscylla venom and use it to hurt Diablos, maybe paralyze or put it to sleep, so they can get across the dunes it’s guarding toward Jaa’s team and the dimensional storm Jovovich came through from.

The venom doesn’t visibly have any effect, which makes the whole planning thing feel wasteful.

Also, everyone’s use of the basic Alloy and Bone set of weapons gives people who’ve played MH the impression that none of these hunters have successfully hunted any monsters ever. One of the core points with the games is the loop of fighting monsters, carving them up, and using their parts to make weapons and armor you use against other monsters. But more than that, the presence of monster-armor on your npc fellow hunters in camp makes the world feel lived in, makes the people feel like part of the ecosystem.

So with a bunch of needless gore, they kill the Diablos. I actually was kind of excited that she carved a piece off of it - ah, she was going to make armor or weapons out of this near-bulletproof monster’s hide! No, she made a pallet to carry Tony Jaa, who got hurt in the fight. Then when he can walk they leave the big ol’ scale behind. OK.

Did I mention Ron Perlman’s in this film? Well he is, and while it’s a good visual match to have him as The Admiral he’s also - like the film at large - not optimistic enough. The character he’s playing is an old warrior who’s survived tons of battles and laughs in the face of danger. Perlman’s rendition is moody and serious, which once there are fight scenes is a mismatch with his fighting style.

Like I said way up top, there’s a willingness to use the aesthetics of the beloved franchise. Just not the themes. They aren’t willing to present things from a Monster Hunter Franchise perspective, because these gritty, brutal worlds are the brand of this director. When the franchise he was working with was Resident Evil, gritty, gory brutality was a brand match and the resulting film was one of the better video game movies out there (yes, I know that’s not a high bar). Here, it led to a movie with a lot of visually beautiful work but a tone that seems directly disrespectful to its source material.

So that’s a problem.

I said the tone made one of the two big problems. The other would be an issue even if I knew nothing about Monster Hunter, which is a series of structural flaws in the direction - mostly around the pacing of the film.

Army opener, fine. Trying to set up rapport. Diablos fight, too long. Nerscylla scene, WAY too long. Jaa-Jovovich fight, WAY too long. Bonding scene, fine. Planning to fight Diablos, too long. Diablos fight, fine. Jaa’s desert near-death experience, too long (didn’t need to happen at all). Jungle region, a little long but not bad. Rathalos encounter, fine. Ship scene, exposition dump, long and also boring. Rathalos fight...

The Rathalos burns two hunters to death on screen. See above, this is bothersome. It’s also chucking people across the landscape. Jovovich gets tossed into a portal back to earth.

Also off a cliff. We’re back to the “how’s she alive?” problem. She gets rescued by the army, they start to take her for treatment, the helicopter is attacked by the Rathalos.

For a tonal mismatch this is probably the best scene. I think this idea, very Reign of Fire, is what the director really wanted from the film. MH monsters in NYC, Lagiacrus attacking surfers from underwater, all that. We couldn’t afford those sets, so we get a dragon attacking army toys in a desert.

Dragon wins. I honestly appreciated the sale of how a dragon could win this engagement. I think the direction and editing successfully created a scene where the army losing the fight felt plausible.

Of course, this makes Jovovich and Jaa taking it down feel a bit much, but okay.

And we finish with what amounts to a tease of the idea of a series. I don’t get the sense that this is a genuine appeal. I think the “idea of more fights” is the ending. It doesn’t work, mind you, but this has become a kind of trope for one way to end a video game movie.

The thing I like least about this trope is that to hype up the audience the characters in the film all seem suddenly excited to be engaging in the activity we’ve been shown to be terrifying and deadly for the whole film. NOW they think it’s fun.

And that’s an extra layer of disappointment, because it indicates that we could have been having fun this whole time, if the director weren’t obsessed with brutality.

#monster hunter movie #review #it's bad!

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simptasia · 3 years

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ultimate ship meme ask <3 for science trio!

ah, thank you! i’m so sorry it took me this long to respond, i didn’t mean for 2 bloody weeks to pass. i kept procrastinating or being too tired

daniel + charlotte + miles

General:

How long will they last?

eternity and then some

How quickly did/will they fall in love?

daniel @ charlotte, i’m thinking like a week or so. kinda hit him like a bullet

charlotte @ daniel, two or three weeks

daniel @ miles, somewhere from a couple of months to a year

charlotte @ miles, in living timeline didn’t happen, in limboverse, i’ll give her 3 months. and she loved him as a friend already anyways. i imagine it’s her who brings miles into the fold, allowing the sci trio to be fully realised

miles @ daniel and charlotte, oh Fuck Knows. it happens, but [shrugs]. and i like the idea that miles didn’t realise he was in love with daniel and charlotte (and sawyer and juliet) until waaay after their time together. like he falls in love with richard and then The Power Of Hindsight kinda fucks him over

(and for anybody who gets snippy saying that “a couple of weeks is too quick to fall in love!” or some shit: my bf fell in love with me in 2 weeks, and for me it took a month. so nyeh. also hurley/libby, sayid/shannon and charlie/claire)

How was their first kiss?

all of these take place in limboverse

daniel/charlotte: so i imagine this happens like right after they Remember, so emotions are running high and char is like “i’m gonna do something i should have done when we were alive” and just sorta grabs dan’s face and <3

and dan is stunned for a second and then sinks into it. you know that lovely trope of somebody being kissed and their eyes are open and then they practically melt closed from the kissy feelings. and they’re soulmates and this has been a long time coming and i feel cliche but uh, fireworks

daniel/miles: so the three of them have started Their Thing and like, they’re in a sexual relationship now but because char started this, dan is unsure about like, do him and miles do... stuff... together too? is that a thing? they were all touching each other during The Event. plus dan isn’t exactly sure how he feels about miles, but he’s been slowly getting more attracted to him over time. and also dan’s never been with a guy before. so yeah dan is overthinking things and meanwhile, miles is like “if he’s up for it, i’m down” but keeping his distance because like, it’s dan and he doesn’t know if dan is into him

that was a long build up to say, eventually the dan/miles side of the triangle does get figured out and after a moment of awkwardness dan kisses miles, tentative at first and then That Spark happens and they both get into it. at one moment miles pulls back just a bit and dan deliriously like... chases his mouth. because it turns out kissing miles is awesome. and miles notes dan’s a good kisser too, and dan isn’t even offended at the surprised in miles’ tone.

so in short, dan and miles’ first kiss went on for longer than miles expected because dan got tingly soup brain

also in both of dan’s first kisses with these two he kept his hands to himself outta 1. not thinking clearly because Mouth Things and 2. awkwardness. both char and miles had to grab dan’s hands and place them upon themselves, to remind him, you have these, please use them (there’s a line i give char: “i think you’d find i have many lovely things below my shoulders, dan”). from then on, dan is Characteristically Handsy. annnnyways!

charlotte/miles: it was very shortly after they met actually. pierre introduced them at the museum and there was attraction yes, but also this spark which they both wordlessly acknowledge. when pierre has left (just to get coffee hjjdhasa), they talk for a bit and then casually agree to go somewhere private. a coat check room. they got hit with familiarity and both of them being the type of people who have casual sex that information translated into “i’m gonna fuck this person now”

so basically their first kiss was messy, frantic, impulsive, clothes quickly being taken off, etc etc. thats how their friends with benefits thing started, even before they were friends, really. this was years ago and they became besties

Wedding:

in this set-up, it’d be dan and char getting married

Who proposed?

dan, technically but it wasn’t a surprise. marriage was something both of them discussed for a while before and char was the one who brought it up

(and here is where she jokes “you know what my mum would say about me marrying an american” and daniel gets an Awful Feeling from that)

Who is the best man/men?

well, miles, of course. richard is also one of the groomsman <3

Who is the braid’s maid(s)?

Why Weren’t You Allowed To Have Lady Friends

and besides that, most of the available women in lost have Moved On

annnnd i just remembered char has two sisters. chelsea and chloe

Who did the most planning?

char. it’s not that dan doesn’t care, it’s just she just has more preferences. patterns and colours and things like that. but they all pitch in at least a little

tho miles is the least help. at one point char holds up two swatches for bridesmaids dresses and asks which one he likes more (she’ll decide herself, she just wants Interaction, for her nerves) and miles doesn’t look up from his magazine and says “the left one”. char is annoyed and he says “whichever one is closest to purple”. they’re each a shade of green and blue

Who stressed the most?

oh, char. she never thought she’d get married so she’s never really emotionally prepared herself for it. or for planning a event like this. she isn’t paitent with people she doesn’t already like so dealing with wedding business people has been a task. and just. marriage isn’t stressful, weddings are. which is why dan is gonna be a good boy and absolutely help. and miles is also helping...

char: and how exactly have you been helping??

miles: [serious tone] i’m the plucky comic relief

char: [death glare]

miles: ...i’ll go pick up the flowers

- later -

daniel: heeey miles, you know how you and charlotte like to playfully snipe at each other? ...you can’t do that right now, she’s kinda stressed

miles: [wheeling in dozens of lillies] yeah, i figured that

char, from the other room: WHY ARE CAKES SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE

How fancy was the ceremony?

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

i’ll give this a 7 outta 10 on the “ooh aah” scale. oh yeah they could absolutely afford a huge fuck off wedding but they didn’t want one. also another reason they didn’t have a Huge Wedding is that dan, char and miles legit don’t know enough people i always picture their wedding happens in like a park. a nice one. and there’s a real prevalant flower motif happening here. arch covered in flowers, petals on the ground, lotsa white lillies about. there’s a real English Garden / cottage aesthetic vibe to this. char’s got a flower in her hair and i just decided her wedding dress has like cloth white flowers on it, not all over it. so like, the whole thing is cute and elegant and flowery and more expensive than it looks. the main colours being used are white, light blue and lilac

oh oh, the cake is chocolate on the inside! and it’s white (duh) but with lilac flower trim around each layer. char never planned for a wedding before but once she adjusted to the idea she was like “this is gonna be really really pretty”

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?

eloise. no explanation needed

Sex:

Who is on top?

well, everybody who can be, has been. char has defo given dan and miles the strap. the least toppage going on is dan topping miles. very rarely happens

Who is the one to instigate things?

well, char is the Most instigate-y and dan is the least instigate-y, with miles in the middle. and damn if that doesn’t sum up their dynamic

How healthy is their sex life?

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

gonna give them all, overall, a reasonable eight. it happens a Lot, but it’s not a crazy amount. (except when dan and char are trying for a baby, then dan is... dan is... lovingly tenderized)

there’s diff variables (heh) at play here, but for the most part theres quite a bit of sex going all around. so yeah, their neighbours don’t like them very much, because char is Really Really Loud and easily satisfied

How kinky are they?

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

that 8 is via the power of char and miles’ kinky tastes

dan is decidedly more vanilla but willing to try new things. and he’s got some latent kinks/fetishes hiding in him that these two bring out of him

i’ve gone into this many times but basically char is into being dominating, miles loves pain and as far as dan’s brain is concerned, Charlotte Is A Fetish

there’s more going on than that, but i’m being succint

How long do they normally last?

miles doesn’t last notably long, or notably short. but he seems like a real stayer in comparison to dan and charlotte. char comes quickly and repeatedly

dan, oh dan, he’s not. he’s not lasting long. this is not bad thing. he was worried about it at first but char is a-okay with this. she wuvs her boy. and besides, he has pretty good recovery. so second round if the first round was like a bit “oh”

dan is sensitive (and autistic!), sex is a Lot for him. anyways miles has defo joked about these two cumming at the drop of a hate. another reason the neighbours are annoyed, Please Go To Sleep Charlotte (nyet)

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?

nobody here is unsatisified

How rough are they in bed? -

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it

on this scale, i’m giving dan/char a 2 to 4, char/miles a 5 to 10 and dan/miles a 3 to 6. and all together oh... anything could happen

the general “rule” is Take It Easy On Dan, He’s Delicate

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory

so much. so much cuddle snuggle uwuwuwuwu no no get back here miles you cannot escape, come back here and be loved

dan is a major cuddler, very tactile, char is pretty affectionate. miles used to be “meh” on affection but he’s warm to it these three cuddling in bed lives rent free in my head 24/7

Children:

How many children will they have naturally?

i’ve given dan and char 4 kids (three girls and a boy). penny, ada, marie and isaac. i’ve made charts about this

hypothetically, like in sims, i’ve given char and miles a daughter but i’m not commited to that idea, like i don’t have that in my Internal Canon

but he’s their papa too, emotionally <3

How many children will they adopt?

none, unless you count rats

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?

dan’s job requires the least Work, so he’s at home more often, so yeah

Who is the stricter parent?

char, but she’s not strict strict, this is just in comparison to daniel “but i can’t say mean things to my babies” faraday and miles “wanna learn how to shoplift?” straume. she’s not a Mean Nagging Mum stereotype tho, i won’t allow it

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?

dan and char are Equally “you can’t be doing stuff like this, it’s not safe” whilst miles is lowkey encouraging it. but after a stern look he has to admit riding a scooter on the school roof is kinda fucked up. like miles is... miles but he doesn’t want his babies like actually hurt, he’s still a good dad

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?

dan dan the photographic memory man

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

char, because i think that’d be really funny. and i want all of them to go to at least one meeting together, because they heard some bitch refer to their daughter marie as “that weird child” and that she warned her children to keep away from dan, char and miles kids. and also she refered to dan, char and miles as “deviants” cuz she feels kids shouldn’t have three parents

soooo char is going to publicly cut her down. verbally and viciously. dan and miles are also angery but they’re there to make sure char doesn’t actually physically beat this woman. and also this final caveat:

miles: [eating a sad looking muffin] and your muffins suck too

Who cried the most at graduation?

char but dan and miles are crying too

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?

MILES IS A COP!!! and it’s never felt so good until the moment ada got busted for drinking at a party when she was only 17. oh miles isn’t that abusing your authority? “yeah but every cop does that, i may as well do it for my kid”

yeah, that crime is the worst thing i could think of for this, i don’t think these people’s kids would do like actual bad crimes

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking?

you know, i tend to picture miles cooking the most. my typical default for imagining char and miles chatting is that they’re in the kitchen, she’s holding tea and he’s making something on the stove. typically mac & cheese. or bacon

but really i think they all cook a decent amount

Who is the most picky in their food choice?

dan because he’s autistic and has some medical requirements, like my esoteric headcanon that he cannot digest meat at all

Who does the grocery shopping?

char and miles are more used to it, whilst i imagine dan has barely set foot in a grocery store in his life. but upon, like, being a grown up, he starts going more with char and miles and he likes it, for the most part. the lights are a bitch, tho

i think dan does it the least, miles the most, and char and miles go together more often than not. oh, and when char is out of pads and she forgot to stock up, miles is the designated Get Me Pads And Painkillers You Bastard man

tho that trope always confused me, as somebody who has at least 5 packages of pads in my pad drawer at all times. are there really period having people who don’t stock up ahead of time and have to ask their significant other?

but i digress

How often do they bake desserts?

not notably often, but i’ve defo imagined miles making Special Brownies

which daniel proceeded to eat all of in a fit of I’m Suddenly Very Hungry

what’s that puddle over there? oh it’s just dan

but anyways thinking on this, i can see these three making a cake together. and it goes a little wonky because their kitchen is small and Too Many Cooks. but a flat chocolate cake is a cake nonetheless. monch

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?

dan: salad, the other option is No Good, so my boy is a vegetarian

char: i’ve made her more a meat lover than a veggie lover (tis her love of a proper English Breakfast) but not overally so

miles: defo likes meat (and savoury things in general) over salad. he’s not one of those guys whose a dickhead about it tho. veggies are just alright to him

tho i can see miles teasing dan about his “rabbit food diet” (which isn’t even apt because rabbits aren’t in the habit of mainlining noodles and pasta)

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?

aaahh this feels like something dan would do, he wants to be ~womantic~

Who is more likely to suggest going out?

char, the extroverted outdoorsy one

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?

dan because he got distracted by something. like he was cooking something in the oven and then some Musical Thoughts overtake him and he’s gotta write it down and wait 30 minutes have past OH GOD THE PIE BEEP BEEP BEEP

Chores:

Who cleans the room?

The Room. the Singular Room

anyways they all clean, it’s not very interesting to think about

Who is really against chores?

none of them. miles will half-heartedly complain sometimes but he grew up used to helping out around the house

Who cleans up after the pets?

dan and char clean up after their rats and cat because they are responsible pet owners. and char will clean miles’ wounds because jean-luc is a bastard cat

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?

what kind of idiot... No!

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?

i can’t see this, like any of them getting stressed about that

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?

miles’ dollar now

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths?

dan takes longer showers, char takes longer baths

Who takes the dog out for a walk?

no dog, only kitty. kitties don’t go for walks

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?

ohh i imagine char decks the place out for christmas. she loves christmas because good family memories. and also she has knitted christmas jumpers for her boys (and cat). christmas and halloween is the only major holiday that they got ham for. and by they, i mean char and miles

dan is just happy to be here

char: you know miles, it’s january and that little bat is still hanging above the fireplace

miles: if you wanna take him down, you can

char: ...no, i just wanted to adknowledge him

dan: he’s part of the family

What are their goals for the relationship?

uh, love, sex and babies. duh

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?

miles. coffee keeps him on his work schedule

Who plays the most pranks?

well, miles, obviously. i can’t think of any because i don’t really go for pranks but nothing elaborate, simple stuff. does that “orders a black coffee at macdonalds when your kids are in the backseat” count as a prank. miles would do that, pause for enough time for the kids to be like :O and then ask for their orders

there! done! wowee, bless any y’all who take the time to read All Of That

#this is like 50 miles long #had to restructure this because i like this meme but it doesn't look good #and defo ain't made for OT3s #agardenintheshire

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↳ chapter eleven: confession fountain

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Hitoshi grunted as he barely caught the closing front door with his foot, he had Eri's bags thrown over his shoulder, her backpack hanging from his elbow and multiple plushies and dolls in his arms. You and his little sister had already taken off into the house without a single glance in his direction with only a few grocery bags.

Once inside the house Hitoshi released the flood of toys from his arms onto the floor and let out an exasperated breath as he looked at you and her putting up the groceries.

"Don't worry guys, I got everything else!"

You turned and looked at him, a pink sparkly duffel bag across his back with a pink strap across his chest, a matching purple sparkly bag over his shoulder and a cat backpack around his opposite arm. There were subtle hints of glitter stuck to his shirt from some of the dolls he carried and it was adorable actually. Hitoshi was the epitome of the best big brother.

You gave him an apologetic smile and he shook his head with a chuckle.

"Thank you Sou-Sou," Eri chimed as she handed you some items that needed to be put up in a cabinet she couldn't reach.

Eri ran over to her brother and hugged his leg before she made her way to the pile of dolls on the floor. You turned to finish putting up the rest of the food items and felt a hand on your lower back. Turning to look, Hitoshi stood next to you and placed a kissed to your cheek before telling you he was going to put up all of Eri's things. Nodding, you let him know you'd be there to help shortly. As he walked off he ruffled your hair making you giggle.

After your little moment at the school, the rest of the day had been really great. All three of you stopped for ice cream, even though it was freezing outside that's what Eri wanted. You learned that Hitoshi's favorite was Rocky Road and Eri's was Neapolitan simply because she couldn't choose between chocolate, vanilla and strawberry.

Next stop was Aizawa's house to get all her things, along with a legit folder of calendars for the next three months that had all her lessons, school functions and meetings highlighted and scheduled. After that you went to the car dealership and ended up picking out a small crossover type vehicle that would make it easier to haul Eri and all her things but at the same time small enough for you to be able to get in and out of yourself.

Finally you all met at the grocery store and gathered just a few snacks and essentials for the weekend, Hitoshi planned on being lazy and just ordering out until Sunday.

You sighed and wiped your hands when finished with the groceries. With a smile you strolled over to Eri and crouched down next to her. She was playing with a doll, brushing out its synthetic hair with her small fingers. Your eyes scanned the plushies she had and you gasped.

"Eri, are these BT21 plushies?"

"Yeah, daddy got them for me for Christmas last year! Chimmy is my favorite, because I love Jimin." She smiled holding up a small yellow puppy one, "Which one is your favorite?"

You picked up the alpaca and koala ones smiling, "I like RJ and Koya, because Jin and Joonie are my favorites."

Eri giggled and you placed them back down next to her and pat her head, "Me and Toshi will be in your room putting up your things, if you need something just come and get us."

The little girl nodded and you rose to your feet and headed down the hall to her bedroom. Instead of it being pink like at Shouta's house, her room here was dark grey, one wall had a pattern of gold stars and crescent moons. Her furniture was white and pastel pink. It was all adorable and you thought it was so sweet that Hitoshi went so far just for his little sister to have her own room. Looking around you spotted Hitoshi who was pulling clothes from one of her bags when he looked up to see you and smiled.

"Wanna give me a hand?" He asked.

You nodded and walked over to him, grabbing a few items yourself and placing them in the dresser drawers. The two of you silently put all of the tiny clothes up folded neatly and hung up in her closet. You organized all her shoes and brought her bag of hair accessories to the bathroom.

For a little girl she had a lot of stuff, even if it was for a few months. You and Eri shared a bathroom that connected to hers and your bedrooms. It was no problem though, you'd be the one to help her bath or do her hair in the mornings and at least it wasn't a munchkin sized bathroom and had a decently sized tub so that's all you cared about.

Walking back into her bedroom Hitoshi was leaned against her dresser and going through the handy dandy folder that Aizawa had left behind. You walked over and placed yourself next to him looking it over. There were different days when Eri would need to brings drinks or snacks for her class, monthly parent teacher meetings and a small class Halloween party coming up.

"Aww, that means we get to help her pick out a Halloween costume," you cheered and pointed at the date.

"Yeah, we'll need costumes too for UA's Culture Festival this year."

You eyeballed the purple hero and knit your brows together. "Pardon?"

"Well I start my teaching job in about 3 weeks, which means I'll have to help with the schools yearly festival. This year they planned to do it around Halloween, to make for more opportunities for booths and activities. One requirement is that all employees and students dress up, the public is also encouraged to dress up so it's like a huge Halloween shindig. You and Eri will be attending and if I have to dress up, so do you!"

"As much as I love Halloween and the chance to do such a thing, I don't recall you being my daddy." You clapped back crossing your arms and looking away.

Hitoshi grinned smugly as he looked through the papers. "Not yet at least."

Your head snapped back to look at him and you threw a punch to his side, it caught him off guard making him choke on air but laugh at the same time.

"You fucking wish Hitoshi!" You replied, rolling your eyes and smiling at him as you started to head out of the room.

Hitoshi grinned and threw the folder onto the dresser behind him in exchanged of grabbing you by the waist quickly making you grunt, "Get back over here cutie, it was a joke," he chuckled pulling your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist and lightly nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

His soft purple locks tickled the side of your face making you giggle. You had no intention of trying to escape from his hold and he knew that. His lips placed soft kisses to the side of your neck, making your skin tingle all over as you tried to breathe normally.

"I have plenty of kinks sweetness, but that isn't one of them. I much rather you say my name above anything else," he breathed on your sensitive skin.

Biting your lip, you craned your neck so you could look at Hitoshi's face from the side, his violet iris's gleaming and looking back into yours as he placed a kiss on your clothed shoulder before raising his head and closing the distance between your faces.

Your noses brushed together and he ran the tip of his down your cheek where he trailed kisses from it and to the corner of your mouth like before. His lips went to brush against yours until he felt two fingers preventing him from doing so. Hitoshi pulled back, your fingers still placed to his lips helping him gain more distance.

"I'm sorry Toshi, not till that date." You giggled and removed yourself from his loosened grip, trying to leave the room once again.

His hand caught your wrist but he didn't pull you back. You did stop however and look back at him, he didn't look sad or aggravated but he did look like he was about to just combust on the spot. Hitoshi sighed and ran his other hand through his hair.

"Tomorrow then!"

"Tomorrow? Hitoshi, we just got Eri."

"And we'll have her for three months. We'll spend time with her tonight and I'll get her a baby sitter for tomorrow night. I can't wait any longer dammit, I need that kiss or I'll – I'll fucking die!"

You laughed and walked back over, placing yourself before him. He placed a hand on your hip as you held the other. "I think you're being a little over-dramatic Toshi."

"I don't think I am, I've been wanting you since the first day I saw you in that stupid café. I've grown to learn so much more about you in the past week than I have in the past few months that I've known you and it's only making it that much harder for me. And with these past events, I just want to hold you and love on you as I please but I want you to let me. If you say I can't kiss your lips until that date then I won't but for the sake of my sanity, please let me take you out tomorrow and you can set the pace!"

Hitoshi was literally desperate and at your beck and call, it was somewhat shocking. He was usually very cynical and cocky, always down to tease and keep it up to see who wins but now, he was losing and bad, and admitting it!

He was a literal fountain of confessions today and it was really adorable. Of course you reciprocated his feelings, you were falling hard for this cabbage patch hero whose done nothing but save your life in more ways than one. How could you not fall for him, he was gorgeous, sweet as could be but also kept you on your toes. Hitoshi was letting you live under his roof for free, paying you to watch his sister, got you a car, and patched you up when you were defeated, a date and a kiss was the least you could give him.

Humming, you stood on the tips of your toes and placed a kiss to his cheek and then the corner of his mouth, making him smile.

"Please let that be a yes," he begged with that cute face and those big purple puppy dog eyes.

You giggled and tousled his hair, "It's a yes Toshi!"

With that you turned away, walking towards the door and letting his hand slowly drift from your grip until it fell out completely. Over your shoulder you smiled to him, "Play your cards right on that date and maybe I'll do more than just say your name."

Hitoshi looked at you with a confused expression as you left the bedroom.

"Oh? .... oh!"

"Hey Eri, you wanna go spend the night with Deku and Shouto tomorrow? You can help them take care of the new baby!"

Eri nodded eagerly to her brother as noodles hung from her mouth. You smiled and looked at Hitoshi who plopped down on the couch next to you with his own food.

Eri went back to watching the movie playing on the TV and you nudged Hitoshi with your elbow playfully. As you ate your pork cutlet bowl you eyed the assortment of sushi and nigiri he had.

"Want one?" He asked picking a piece up with his chopsticks and offering it.

"Uh – no I'll pass, that looks too fishy for me," you replied with a disgusted look.

"Pussy ..." He mumbled and ate the piece himself.

You almost choked on the piece of pork you were munching on, making Hitoshi chuckle and act as if nothing happened. Your eyes narrowed and you wiped your mouth glaring at him. "The fuck did you just call me you troll?"

"I didn't stutter sweetheart." He retorted with a smirk

"That word is gross and there's a kid right here, watch your mouth Hitoshi."

"Just try one, you can down my drink if it's that bad."

Your lips curled up in disgust as you looked at the colorful pieces of fish and rolls, you preferred shrimp and crab most of your life and weren't yet brave enough to branch out into the ocean waters of fish! But, he was calling you out and you could never back away from a challenge, especially not with the smug grin he was giving you. With a sigh you nodded and swallowed harshly.

"Which one doesn't have an overpowering fish taste?"

Hitoshi looked around his box and picked up a piece of nigiri and held it to your lips, you went to question him but he cut you off. "Just eat it!"

You let out a breath through your nose and closed your eyes as you parted your lips. Hitoshi couldn't help but feel just a tad bit turned on by your sudden obedience, so he decided to push it further.

"Now, stick your tongue out a little bit."

On command your mouth opened a little wider and your tongue hung delicately from your mouth. The hero had to take a second and breathe before all the blood could start rushing to his crotch.

You peeked open one eye and rolled it. "Ont eah urv," you tried to speak with your mouth still open.

"What?" The hero chuckled.

You put your tongue back in your mouth and licked your lips. "I said don't be a perv! Now are you going to feed me or not?"

"Oh, I'll feed you alright!" He mumbled and you resumed your position, before you could change your mind he gently placed the nigiri on your tongue.

The muscle retracted back into your mouth and quickly you chewed the food with your eyes screwed shut, but your chewing gradually slowed as you started to take time to savor the taste. It was somewhat sweet and not fishy at all. Your eyes opened and Hitoshi tilted his head, you nodded and gave him a "mmm".

You smiled and gave Hitoshi a quick peck on the cheek while swiping another piece as he returned the kiss. You both looked forward to watch the movie playing only to see Eri staring back at you with a big grin. You blushed violently and Hitoshi chunked a small pillow in her face making her giggle.

"It's not nice to stare at people weirdo!"

"Are you boyfriend and girlfriend Sou-Sou?" She asked with a smile.

He smiled as well and started to eat his food a little faster, leaving you to answer the little girl. You felt your throat start to dry and you downed Hitoshi's drink to try and lubricate it. Before you could finish it off he yanked it from you and glared.

You glared back.

He was her brother, he should be telling her the answers, plus you didn't know what you were. At times you did act like a couple and you were well on your way to being one but without that kiss it just didn't feel right yet.

"Uh – not yet?" You finally replied looking at Hitoshi like you were asking his opinion on it.

He smiled and swallowed his food, purple eyes looking at his sister. "I have to take her on a date first, show her why she should let me be her boyfriend. After that the choice is hers to make."

Eri nodded as if she completely understood and quickly jumped up and smiled and pointed to you. "Then take her on a date! Don't you want her to be your girlfriend?"

"Of course I do, I'd want nothing more than that Eri. And don't tell me what to do, that's why your little butt is going to Deku's tomorrow. So I can have her to myself without you distracting her with your dumb cuteness."

You looked at Hitoshi who was sticking his tongue out at Eri and she was doing the same. After he looked at you and shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't even just confess his true feelings but a glimmer of a smirk appeared on his lips.

The butterflies in your stomach were going wild and your heart wanted to jump out and just hug Hitoshi, you wanted to just jump and hug Hitoshi. The past week had definitely had its traumatic downs but the best thing out of it all was this purple haired hero. That café may have been the worst thing that you could have ever been a part of but it was the reason you and Hitoshi even met in the first place and to make things better he saved you from it.

There was a tugging on your shirt sleeve making you break eye contact with the purple hues you were so in love with, only to look at another set of eyes that you loved. Eri stood next to you on the couch and placed her small hand on your arm and asked you to lean down so she could whisper in your ear. You complied with a smile and let her cup her hand around your canal.

"He may look like he doesn't brush his hair but he does. He also makes really good ramen and he takes pretty pictures. I hope he takes you somewhere fun and you say yes to him because I want you around for a long time."

"I'm babysitting a literal angel," you screamed internally as you pulled away from Eri with a big smile and nodded. You ruffled her hair and pinched her cheek coaxing a sweet giggle out. "I want that to cutie! Now, finish your food and then we can all play hide and seek, me and you against Toshi!"

Eri smiled and went back to her food, you too went back to finishing your food and looked at the man next to you who was squinting as he chewed a piece of sushi.

"What did she say to you?" He demanded, not even a hint of question.

"She said you should take me to Disney Land tomorrow!"

"Ooh, I'm gonna date you so hard! Just watch!"

You walked out of the bathroom, eyes wondering for Hitoshi. After eating you gave Eri a bath and played hide and seek together as promised but it didn't last long, currently Eri was passed out in her hiding spot in the bathroom cabinet, you were trying to seek out Hitoshi to let him see how cute it was. Plus, it was taking him an oddly long time to find the two of you, his house was a decent size but it wasn't massive, he should've found you two in no time.

"Hitosh – ahh!"

Out of nowhere another body collided with yours, taking you to the floor and making your back slam into the wood. You groaned out in over-dramatic pain, chewing on the tip of your tongue as you tried to arch your back from a massive amount of weight that was holding you down.

"Yah, what the fuck Toshi, why do you weigh so much!"

The sound of his own groans in agony filled your ears, until they turned quiet and he started to hum with delight. You felt him slightly get off of you, letting you take a better breath and finally arch your back to stretch the pain out. As you did so you felt something on your chest and looked down to see a head of purple hair moving side to side as Hitoshi rubbed his cheek against your chest. You laughed and ran your hand through the tuft of hair and tugged on it trying to push him off.

"No, no, no, stay still. My head hurts from the fall, I could have a concussion!" He nuzzled even more and wrapped his arms underneath you.

You let your head fall back to the floor, rolling your eyes so hard they were bound to get stuck. "You're so full of shit Hitoshi! I'm the one hurt, my back is probably out of commission now because you don't know how to watch where you're going!"

"Mmhm, okay," was all he replied with enjoying his situation.

You took in a deep breath and let it out, your hands working their way up and into the hero's hair where they started to play and run through the soft tresses. Hitoshi closed his eyes as your fingers grazed and massaged his scalp and he listened to your breathing and heartbeat, if he let this go on long enough he'd pass out for sure.

"Well, I guess if there's a possibility of a concussion then maybe we shouldn't go on that date tomorrow."

"Uh - no! I'm taking you to Disney Land and I'm getting that kiss! I just got off the phone with Deku and they're taking the kid tomorrow. No take backsies!" His head remained laying on your chest but he looked up.

You giggled, making your breasts move with the vibrations resonating through your chest. Hitoshi was in heaven at the moment and he realized you weren't wearing a bra, but he didn't dare make any smart remark knowing you'd push him off in no time if he did.

You sat up on your elbows and looked down at him.

"Is that what's been taking you so long? Eri passed out in her hiding spot!"

"Aww, yeah I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure it was okay with them as soon as possible and not last minute. I guess we should get up and get her to bed then. I'll be going to drop her off in the morning."

Hitoshi sighed and nuzzled one last time into your warm and soft chest before he hesitantly removed himself, now on his hands and knees above you. Your (e/c) eyes looked up at him and you tilted your head with a smile. The both of you had taken your own showers as well before starting your game with Eri and you were wearing a black hoodie with grey sweatpants. The hoodie was riding up on your stomach, revealing your waistline. Hitoshi's eyes wondered the line of smooth and flawless (s/c) skin.

You looked to see where he was looking and smiled. Unconsciously he lifted a hand and ran a finger across your skin. You flinched at how cold his finger was against your burning warm skin making him look up with wide eyes and retract.

"I'm sorry I just –"

"Didn't I tell you I'd let you know if I was uncomfortable. Your finger was just cold Toshi."

He nodded and replaced his finger on your waist, tracing the band of your sweats all the way across. Your right thigh started to shake, like how a dog's leg does when they're being scratched in the right spot and a mix between an inhuman noise fell from your lips. Hitoshi smiled and repeated his torture, making the tip of his finger lightly hover and ghost across your skin.

"Are you ticklish here? Or is it something else?" He teased looking at you from under his long lashes.

"I honestly don't – ah, yup it tickles. Okay, stop!"

Hitoshi laughed and did as told, hovered over you again and placed a kiss to your forehead. The hero rocked back and stood to his feet, leaning over he held out a hand and you took it as he slowly helped you stand. You winced and rubbed your back, it wasn't extremely painful but it hurt like hell.

"I'm sorry about that. After we put Eri to bed, I'll make it up to you. I promise! Come on."

Hitoshi slung an arm around your shoulder and you wrapped an arm around his waist as you walked together to the bathroom. You showed Hitoshi where Eri was in the cabinet and he quietly laughed. She slept peacefully balled up on top of towels like a cat.

Her brother crouched down and gently scooped her into his arms where she cradled into him. You both walked out and to her room where you pulled back her covers and he laid her down. You placed the covers back and tucked her in tightly as she burrowed in her pillow. Shinsou brushed her hair back and placed a kiss to her forehead and you placed one in the same spot. He took your hand and walked you out of the room, slowly turning off the lights and closing the door.

Walking into the kitchen you both turned off lights and the TV, the only light left was the stove-top light. Hitoshi fixed himself a small glass of water and you walked over to the counter and leaned on it. After finishing his glass he sat it down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Do you uh – want to sleep with me tonight ..."

You blinked at him in the dim light and shrugged your shoulders. You had already slept together on the couch two nights ago and even if it was the couch it was the best sleep you got, the night before you slept alone in the other bedroom that was now yours and you tossed and turned all night. You knew Hitoshi didn't have any sinful plans in mind, he looked legit tired and his tone when asking was kind of nervous but also hopeful.

"As long as it's not on the couch again and you rub my back until I fall asleep. You do owe me after all."

A smile grew on Hitoshi's face and he nodded in agreement. Placing his glass in the sink he walked over to you and took your hand again walking you to his bedroom.

You were excited to see it, so far it was the only room of the house you hadn't seen. All the bedrooms were on the same side, his was on the very end of the hall around a corner, somewhat distancing it from the others.

He opened the door to it and flicked on the light. Your eyes widened at the minimal yet cozy looking room before you. It was painted a dark grey like Eri's, there was a massive window with dark black curtains pulled shut and different plants in planters placed before it. He had a rolling clothes rack on one side that most of his dressier work clothes hung from, on one wall was a tall and wide dresser with multiple drawers and books lining the top of it. The wall his bed was on was littered with different sized canvases of pictures he had taken himself of landscapes, city spots and some of wildlife. They were all in black and white keeping a dark and calm theme to the room. His bed though was your favorite. It was massive and had the most comfortable and messy looking set of blankets and fluffy pillows. There was a bench at the end of it with books, magazines and a notebook scattered out.

You walked over to pick up the notebook and asked what it was, he quickly snatched it from you and held it above your head looking down at you with a smile.

"It's late and your back hurts. You can see it tomorrow."

You narrowed your eyes but shrugged your shoulders and agreed. Pushing past him you walked over to one side of the bed and went to pull your pants down, suddenly halting when remembering you weren’t alone. Glancing up, you nervously chuckled when you caught Hitoshi watching you as he placed the notebook back where you found it.

"Uh – we're adults right? You won't be immature?" You asked sheepishly.

"Last time I checked." He replied with a laugh.

Hitoshi smiled and walked to turn off his bedroom light leaving only his bedside lamp on to illuminate the room. He made his way to the opposite side of the bed while removing his shirt, tossing it on the bench.

You quirked a brow and let your eyes wonder his bare chest that you had never seen before. You weren't sure what to expect, you knew he was tall and he wasn't exactly super slim or super buff but you could never really imagine what he looked like under his clothes.

With no shirt on now you could see Hitoshi's defined pecs and flat toned stomach, his abdominal's weren't overly ripped but lightly defined and the cut line of his hips were to die for. Your eyes also marveled at the then trail of purple hair you saw before that wrapped around his navel and trailed down into his sweats.

"Now don't throw a fit when I stare at you!" He chuckled, instantly breaking your thoughts.

You let out a 'oh' as you tried to gather yourself after realizing how long you must've been staring. You swallowed nervously and removed your hoodie first to reveal a tank top on underneath it. After removing the warm hoodie you shivered as cool air hit your bare shoulders and arms. Your fingers gripped the waist of your sweats and you pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing the plain black cheeky underwear you wore. The outfit you wore to work didn't leave much to the imagination as it always revealed your cleavage and collarbone and a just a smidge of your thighs.

However though, Hitoshi was still stunned, he thought that outfit was his favorite on you but seeing you in just a plan tank and underwear was making his heart melt. You looked comfortable and at peace, not nervous and constantly pulling at the hems to cover your skin. Beautiful was all he could think.

"Do you really sleep in that, even though it's freezing outside or are you just doing this to further torture me?" Hitoshi asked as he pulled back the covers and crawled into bed.

You smiled and shook your head, doing the same. "No, I sleep in this no matter what the weather is. I have to be cold to fall asleep, I like to cuddle up in loads of blankets and I hate wearing constricting clothes to sleep in, I feel like I'll suffocate. I just hate wearing pants period, I'll miss that about living alone."

The two of you laid down on your sides facing each other and you shivered again from the cold air, Hitoshi softly smiled and held up his arm and the blanket inviting you to get closer. You instantly scooted over to him and wrapped your arm and leg around his body, flushing with his extremely warm chest and pressing your cheek to it.

His skin was hard yet smooth and comforting and his patchouli and pepper scent was much stronger now as you breathed it in and smiled. Hitoshi wrapped his arm around you and started to softly rub your back as his arm under your head wrapped around so he could play with your hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head then rest his chin on it. You cradled into him perfectly as if you were fitting pieces of a puzzle.

"Is that all you'll miss about living alone?" He asked.

His tone sounded as if he were scared of your answer, like you'd miss it altogether and not be able to enjoy your time living with him.

Smiling, you placed a kiss to his chest and nuzzled your face and wrapped around him tighter. The feeling of his gentle and loving hands rubbing your back and head and the warmth of him was quickly causing you to doze off.

"Mhm. .. I love ...living with you ... Toshi."

Shinsou smiled as you barely got your words out before falling into the first stage of your deep sleep. He leaned, stretching his long arm out to turn off the lamp, making you groan as he shifted his body a bit. Once it was off he quickly returned to holding you, apologizing for the brief loss of contact with a kiss to your forehead. Hitoshi was more than content at the moment, having you sleeping in his arms and loving on you. If he could help it, you'd more than likely never step foot in your bedroom unless it was to get clothes because he was determined to have you like this every night.

"I love living with you too halfling, so please stay as long as you need."

With one last kiss to your hair, the hero pulled the covers more over the two of you and tucked them under your bodies and held you closer as he buried his face in your hair and continued to rub your back until he fell asleep with you.

#sugarcoated #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #smut #fluff #slow burn #friends to lovers

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Glee - S1 E4 (Preggers)

And from this moment onwards, Kurt Hummel proceeded to steal every single damn scene he was in. I’m actually unironically excited for this one. I didn’t think that could still happen! Here goes!

I will always love this Single Ladies scene. I will always love season 1′s Tina/Kurt friendship. Also, Brittany’s here, inexplicably. Did he pay her for this? In Pixie sticks, perhaps? Or Monopoly money?

“Kurt’s Superstar Playlist” is the most adorable name his playlist could possibly have. All we get to see on it are 4 Beyonce songs, and 1 Gwen Stefani - but it’s a cute little insight.

God sometimes I forget how cute Jenna Ushkowitz is and then this scene really slaps me round the face with it huh!!!

WHY are you filming this, Kurt? What are you using this for? I’d love to know. I’d say it’s just to check out his own dancing technique but it’s in black and white… Where are you posting this!!!

I want that swingy-suspended chair thing he has in his room sooooo bad

Ok now the fact that this is being filmed is giving me fic ideas…

BURT HUMMEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BURT F U C K I N G HUMMEL BABIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God the look of fear on all three of their faces when they see Burt??? Don’t you worry kids he’ll come around real soon…

Burt’s approving nod when he yanks on Kurt’s unitard… God I love this man.

The LOOK on Kurt’s FACE when Brittany says he’s on the football team… I can hear his inner monologue like “bitch we may be in the basement but I will make a window to throw you out of”

Kurt just wants to relate to his old man so bad :( Baby boy he’s already so damn proud of you!!! Also that LAUGH.

He really just slapped Tina’s ass! And she completely rolls with it, the absolute champion. Also, the subtitles Netflix provided me with were (smacks bottom) and I just love that.

Oh god it immediately cuts to the WORST scene. Terri learning to give birth. William Schuester trying to help. Just let me perish, RIB?

Shout out to Kendra’s actress for somehow managing to make her character even more despicable than Terri!

Actually the shit she says to Will here is almost valid… All three of them are fucking awful huh!

Seriously why are Kendra and Terri the best actresses on this whole show? It’s the only reason I care about this fake pregnancy arc anymore…

The teacher’s lounge is always either an arid, desolate wasteland, or the only watering hole within 100 miles where all the thirsty ass teachers congregate. Take your pick.

Why does Will pretend to hesitate before going to sit with Ken and Emma? They’re the only people we ever see you talk to dude!!!

Ken with the psychoanalysis, wow. Just hit her right there buddy!

THAT’S HOW SUE C’s IT!!!

Rachel really just EXPECTS every solo… I almost forgot how bad she was when she started. “Maria is MY part!” Not anymore!! Kudos to Lea Michele for managing to make Rachel really sound like she thinks she’s the victim when she really isn’t.

Tina’s face… She was seriously happy. Season 1 Rachel SUCKS for even trying to take this from her. She IS talented. She IS ready!

Everybody else knows it’s a fat load of BS… Kurt lowers his sunglasses to look at her like she’s a bug beneath his shoe. Also, Kurt, why sunglasses? You don’t start getting hangovers ‘til next episode, sweetie!!

“You’re trying to punish me” I think being a total martyr might be one of Rachel’s worst traits early on in the series. I get that performing is her deal, but she can’t even take a second to at least fake being happy for Tina? Unreal.

Everybody else just moving straight on with it is hilarious. They’re all so happy for Tina and don’t give a shit about Rachel’s melodrama, which I’m living for!

I wanna be all “Finn’s an arrogant bastard for assuming Kurt wanted to ask him to prom, grr!!” But then I remember Kurt’s canonically in love with him at this point, so I’ll let him off this time

Kurt’s devious little smile when he asks Finn for a favour… I love one (1) boy!

AHHH THE TRYOUT SCENE. INCREDIBLE. This might honestly be my favourite scene from season 1. It’s definitely up there, anyway.

Cute brotherly Furt moments. Finn putting that helmet on for him. “Red’s your colour!” And they DON’T make Kurt get all giggly about Finn just being nice to him? Kurt just telling him he’s really cool? Pure.

“Rehearsing–” “PRACTICING!”

Finn tells Kurt he’ll be murdered if he uses his music and Kurt comes straight back with that rum chocolate souffle line. This show would be NOTHING without Kurt.

And THIS is what I mean when I say Kurt was a Gryffindor from the get-go. Even now he’s refusing to be anything less than himself for anybody, even the jackasses that harass him every day when he’s on their pitch.

Shut the fuuuuuuuck up, Puck!

“Hi, I’m Kurt Hummel and I’ll be auditioning for the role of kicker.” What did we do to deserve him?

His starting pose… His hips… The footwork… “That was good, right?” His whole ATTITUDE. THE ROYAL WAVE.

As if the TV network would cancel Sue’s news segment for having a few Cheerios in the glee club?

Oh god. Quinn telling Finn she’s pregnant. The fucking cinematography here… The camera work, the audio mixing…

“Think of the mail… Think of the MAIL…”

Did Quinn seriously just say “Ask Jeeves” told her the hot tub could knock her up? I mean, I know she’s lying, but ASK JEEVES? That should’ve tipped Finn off more than anything else…

Damn. Season 1 really had the power to get me shook, laughing, and then crying in the span of 30 seconds? Or maybe it’s just because I can’t stand seeing Diana cry…

Sandy lets his kettle whistle for far too long, it stresses me out

Sue just… Offers this fired man a job? I know she’s got Figgins by the balls over the stockings commercial, but come on, surely the council would get involved or whatever???

Rachel sucks right now but god damn it Taking Chances gives me chills every time I hear her sing it… And she’s so cute when they tell her she got the lead!!!

If musical stuff is so frowned upon socially here, how are they expecting to get a full cast for Cabaret? Especially if NONE of the other glee kids are interested?

And there’s no funding for the arts but they have a whole ballet studio on school property…?

Sign #12 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He just straight up tells Rachel that he’s the only person that likes her, which is wrong for so many reasons

He does have a point about Rachel needing to take a step back sometimes though. I hate that she’s so awful sometimes that I have to agree with Schuester.

He’s not HURTING you Rachel, he’s giving a chance to grow to somebody else!

Jenna did a beautiful job with this solo… Tina’s so cute too! I love her singing this sweet song with her goth aesthetic

This scene between Mr Schue and Tina was almost sweet BUT:

Sign #13 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He did NOT need to touch Tina’s shoulders, or get that close, or whisper to comfort her.

Don’t take one for the team, Tina! Take one for YOURSELF!

I’ll let him hugging Finn slide because, wow, Finn’s breaking my heart right now…

However I will not let it slide that he’s seemingly taken him off campus for lunch…???? Dude, take him to your office. This is creepy as all hell even if he has good intentions…

“I got this at the school library. Did you know that you can just… Borrow books from there?” Protect him. Protect him at ALL costs. He was so genuinely inspired by watching Kurt make those goals that he went to a library for the first time in his LIFE oh my goodness

Oh god. The camera panning from a random father and his young son, over to Mr Schue looking at Finn? HE’S NOT YOUR SON MY GUY, HE IS YOUR PUPIL. PROFESSIONAL BOUNDARIES!!!

Terri and Will are both brushing their teeth with no toothpaste… Freaks…

Have I mentioned how much I adore those little background choir soundbites between scenes? They did so much for this show…

SHUT! UP! PUCK! Drink your fucking character development juice already!!!

Kurt just casually dropping in Sun Tzu’s Art of War… He just knows that. He’s prepared to just drop that in conversation. Son, why are you so ready for combat,

Also the way Kurt commands their attention? They can rag on him all they want but they all know he’s legit…

Look at all these doofuses in their football gear busting a move. Look at Kurt sat at the front just watching, judging, as he was born to do

MIKE! KILLING! IT! I love that they let us see a sneak peek of his moves… Serious HC that Kurt making the football team dance is the first time that Mike really got to show off his skills

Kurt shooing Mr Schue away like that gives me life!!! Sit down old man

“All right boys…” And they all look so concerned behind him lmao… “Oh– SNEAK ATTACK back to the ring…” Mike’s trying so hard to keep in time. I love him. OH and there’s Matt! Most valid glee club member simply because he never says anything.

“Comb through the hair… SLAP THE BUTT!” And they’re all trying so hard… 10/10

“I’m your best friend,” says Puck, to the boy he has been consistently fucking over for four (4) episodes, and presumably many years prior…

I really do hate Puck for the first part of this season but god damn does he have some lines. “’Sup, MILF?” “Well, CALL the Vatican! We got ourselves another ImMaCuLaTe CoNcEpTiOn!”

I remember the first time I heard the term “Lima Loser” but I didn’t know the show was set in a place called Lima (I would’ve been, like, 9) and I thought it was lime-a-loser. Like he was going to have limes thrown at him. And it was this big, serious threat…

How the FUCK did Terri get into Quinn’s car? Why is that never addressed? Like, ever? Quinn doesn’t even ASK?

Do this many people turn up to American high school sports events irl??? And do they really play the national anthem? That must get old

Why are all these football players 30… I’m so thirsty for realistic casting…

BURT’S HERE TO SEE HIS SON!!! We love a proud dad.

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!!!” And now he’s doing high kicks. Kurt’s doing the absolute MOST.

I will never understand the rules of American football… And I mean NEVER.

“Ring on it on three” I love that it has a code name. And they were all too busy being dudebros to call it Single Ladies…

The one dude on the opposite team who starts boogying along is the real MVP

NEVERMIND. BURT BOPPING IN THE STANDS IS THE MVP!!!

“Can I pee first?” Legendary

Burt just going “he’s so little…” In the middle of the silent crowd…

MY BOY NEEDS HIS MUSIC!

BURT’S SO FUCKING PROUD I’M ACTUALLY CRYING??? YOU CAN HEAR HIM SHOUTING “THAT IS MY BOY!!! THAT IS MY SON!!!” THROUGH THE WHOLE CROWD!!!!

I feel like Puck seeing Finn and Quinn kiss and then the crowd going silent as he walks away is meant to make me feel… Bad for him…? But we’ve only ever seen him be mean to Quinn, really. You’ve got to earn those moments!

Ah… The skincare routine. He’s thriving.

Burt! Hummel! Is! Proud! Of! His! Son!

Burt… I’m pretty sure he assumed you wished his mother was alive. As opposed to her corpse being at the big game.

Oh boy here it comes…… Chris looks SO young here. So scared. So vulnerable. The way he slightly stutters… He nailed this scene. So much.

He’s gay!

He knows.

Do they make sensible heels in sizes for three year olds…? Asking for a dad

The raw EMOTION on Kurt’s face. It’s killing me.

This is the starting point… “I’m not in love with the idea, but I love you.” And it only gets better from there…

And he THANKS his SON. He’s sure. He’s so sure, Burt, and you are going to be so proud of him forever.

Finn gives Quinn that blanket his dad gave him when he was a baby… Did she give it back? I fucking hope so…

You tell him, Finn! Puck IS an asshole!

MIKE’S IN GLEE!!! SO IS MATT!!! And Puck’s here I guess, yay… He’s got a season or so of sucking to go before I can get excited about that.

“Regionals” here we come? My guy, let’s get through sectionals first…

Rachel’s big, cruel smile when she thinks she’s going to be handed Tina’s solo. Why would she presume that it’d just get handed to her??? I mean, I know why, but like, why… And she has the audacity to look like she’s been betrayed. Not even slightly, hon! You deserve nothing if not getting one solo is all it takes for you to quit!

This Sue’s corner genuinely gets me through some shit. “There’s not much of a difference between a stadium full of cheering fans and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you - they’re both just making a lot of noise. How you take it is up to you. Convince yourself they’re cheering for you. You do that, and someday, they will.” Hits me hard!

This one was longer. Primarily because of Burt, I will admit, but it can’t be helped. Perhaps it’s the best episode of season 1 because of Burt! Now that’s a break through…

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 17

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

A/N: Is anyone still there? I swear things are going to happen soon, your pain is nearing the end now hehe (I love writing slow burns)

Word count: 2.7k

Part 16 <<< >>> Part 18

MASTERLIST

From the outside, a sense of normalcy seemed to have returned in their lives. Peter waited for Emmeline outside the door to her class; Emmeline walked with Peter and Tessa in-between her classes on Fridays; they sometimes ate together before she returned home at the end of the day.

The outcome of their conversation was certainly not one Peter had known to expect. He had been prepared to wave goodbye to the friendship he had built with Emmeline – and tried very hard not to think about what it would have become if he hadn’t fucked up. Then again, nothing could ever have happened between them as long as she didn’t know the truth about him.

The first Saturday, when she walked out of the elevator and made a beeline for him in the Stark Tower lab, Peter broke into a grin that wouldn’t waver the entire day.

“Hey you!” she greeted him, returning the beaming smile and joined him behind the desk.

“Hey yourself,” Peter answered, almost twisting his neck when he followed her with his gaze.

She set down her bag and hung her coat on the back of a chair before coming to stand next to him.

“What are you working on?” she wondered, leaning in to have a closer look. “Is this a miniature motorbike?” Her eyebrows shot so high up that Peter lost sight of them.

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just-“ he caught himself right before the lie came out, and just when Emmeline gave him a skeptical side glance. “I mean, yeah. It’s for Hope. It’s got all kinds of equipment and features that normal bikes don’t have, of course. And it’s fast – like real fast.”

“Hope?” Emmeline asked.

She didn’t point out Peter’s deep blush that he always seemed to sport whenever he said anything related to his work with the Avengers. Unlearning to lie about his double life would take a while, they were both aware of that fact.

“The Wasp,” he explained. He took the motorbike in his hand to have something else to focus his attention on, and try to get his own face in check. It shouldn’t be possible to blush this much. “It’s not its normal size, obviously. Just checking a few things before she tries it out.”

Emmeline made a hand gesture, silently asking if she could hold it and Peter handed it over very carefully, letting her lift it to eyelevel and examine it from up close. She didn’t say anything, only hummed appreciatively a few times.

“When will I meet the Avengers?” she asked as she put it back on Peter’s desk.

Peter’s jaw dropped and he stayed open-mouthed and at loss for words a few seconds, until he saw the expression on Emmeline’s face and the glimmer of playfulness behind her eyes.

“You already met two of them. The best ones,” he told her, now standing up.

He would finish working on Hope’s motorbike later; when Emmeline dropped by, they worked together on his Spider suit. It was the first time they would work on it knowing it was his…

“Oh! Of course, silly me!” she laughed, slapping her palm against her forehead. “Turns out, you’re the most famous of us two! Who’d have thought, ugh?”

Peter rolled his eyes and turned around, walking backwards as they made their way towards the back of the room.

“I also photograph way better than you,” he teased her before quickly dodging her arm when she attempted to smack his head. “What’s that in your hand?” he asked when he spotted the paper bag and the familiar logo.

“Oh nothing…” Emmeline trailed off, lifting the bag and peeking inside. “Only your favorite muffin from your favorite place,” she announced, holding the bag behind her back and out of reach when Peter tried to snatch it from her hand. She placed a palm flat against his chest to keep him at a distance.

Not that it could stop Peter, but her mere touch sent him in a state of complete submission and he froze immediately when her hand was over his heart. He dropped his hand.

“No, you didn’t. I stopped there on my way here, they were all out. I say you’re bluffing!”

“Oh, not for me, baby, they aren’t,” she bragged, wiggling her eyebrows and walking past him, bag still out of his reach. “And since you’re so mean to me, I might eat it myself. If you want one, try going there in your Spider suit!”

“Isn’t that abuse of power?” he wondered, though seriously considering her suggestion. Nah, if Tony found out, he would confiscate the suit, and then wouldn’t he look smart scouting the streets of Queens in his old, DYI suit?

“You kids having a good time?” Mr. Stark’s voice suddenly asked, coming out of nowhere. Emmeline and Peter looked around but saw no one. “Cameras, guys. They are everywhere. Microphones too. Just casually letting you know, in case you decide to get naughty because you think I can’t see you.”

“Ah!” Emmeline exclaimed dramatically, raising both hands in the air. “Here goes my plan for the day!”

“Keep it in your pants, this is a workplace, we only do work-related stuff and nothing fun whatsoever,” Stark said, unable to sound even remotely stern. Then he switched on some music, blasting AC/DC in the lab. “Now get to work, I don’t pay you to slack off!”

He seemed to tune off and only the background music remained, but Peter frowned and shot Emmeline a confused look.

“Pay? He doesn’t pay us?” He said it like a question, wondering if he was being paid this whole time and didn’t realize. “For my fake internship?”

“I don’t know about you, but I got a legit internship. So yeah, I’m getting paid now.” She shrugged and Peter picked up the clue.

“What? Since when? Why haven’t you told me?” he questioned, feeling a little offended that she kept that from him all this time.

She winced.

“It’s pretty recent…” she trailed off, biting on her lip. “Tony came to my place shortly after New Year’s Eve,” she started and Peter immediately knew what was what.

Tony Stark, ever the match-maker, decided to take matters in his own hands and help Peter out after he confessed that Emmeline found out about his secret identity. Or maybe he was simply desperate to get Peter to stop mopping around in his lab.

“I thought he came to plead your cause so I told him to go fuck himself at first,” she then told him. Those words pulled the brakes on Peter’s train of thoughts.

He stared blankly at her for a second or two or more.

“You said what to who now?” he asked dumbly, blinking slowly while she rolled her eyes at him.

“It’s true,” Tony’s voice came again. It seemed it came out of the same speakers through which F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. “I have the recording, if you want to hear it. And see? She calls me Tony!”

“It’s very rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations!” Peter snapped before remembering who he was talking to. “Can we have a little privacy, Mr. Stark?”

Only a faint chuckle answered his request, then it was only Back to Black again. He could only hope he wasn’t listening anymore. For being such a busy person, Tony sure had a lot of time on his hands if he spent it spying on him whenever his crush was around.

Peter was pulled out of his internal musings by Emmeline’s laughter.

“You’re too cute, you know that?” she simply asked, not expecting an answer but chucking him the muffin. “Anyway, long story short: he didn’t come to beg me to forgive you on your behalf, but he offered me an internship.”

“A real one? A legit, normal internship?” Peter felt the need to ask for clarification.

“No, I’m actually a superhero too now. Code name’s Captain Sarcasm,” Emmeline replied with a smirk.

She crossed her arms over her chest while Peter glared at her through narrowed eyes, not appreciating the jokes she made at his expense.

“Don’t you make that face at me, Peter Parker!” She held out a finger and poked him in the chest. “I bought you the best and also last pecan and white chocolate chip muffin in all of New York City, it’s a debt you’ll never be able to pay off, so you better be nice to me.”

“I saved your life! Twice!” he pointed out.

He didn’t really think about what he was doing when he grabbed her finger – he just wanted to make her stop poking him accusingly in the chest. But then he was holding her hand against his own chest, and she still didn’t move it, and he was ready to melt on the floor right then and there. Where was Tony when he needed him?

“Who’s counting?” she simply said with a smile.

Without letting go of his hand, she walked the last few steps to their workshop, dragging him along.

Emmeline hadn’t left town to avoid Peter; she didn’t hole herself up in her room and left all other rooms of her penthouse in the dark to throw him off. No, Emmeline hadn’t done that.

What she had done, though, was blackmail her own parents into getting her out of her big, empty penthouse and allow her to gain some kind of autonomy. After the events of December, she had something to hold against them, something that would sink her father’s political career faster than the Titanic: they had left her behind.

The mayor and his lady wife had fled the scene of the shooting, ignoring all their supposedly natural parental instincts that would have made them stay until they knew their daughter was safe. The city was still recovering from the event, it would be the perfect timing for Emmeline to go live on TV, telling everyone what terrible parents they were.

They had spent her entire life forcing riches onto her as if it made up for everything else that lacked in her life. She chose to take this as a fair retribution. She told them to sell the penthouse, that she never wanted to set foot there again, and instead to buy her a reasonably sized place of her own choosing, in a quiet and not so in-your-face neighborhood, a place normal people with a decent income could also afford, and not only the wealthy 1 %.

The new place was in her name, entirely paid for. All she asked of her parents now was to cover her expenses until she had a steady job of her own. In exchange, she would keep her scandalous family secrets to herself, continue to play pretend when they needed to appear as a united family, but not have any other ties to them. She was legal after all, the only thing still tying her down was her lack of money.

She did have a pretty hefty amount of money in her trust fund, but she wouldn’t have access to it for another few years, and she was petty enough to ask her parents to pay for everything a while longer – they liked to buy her affection so much, she figured buying her silence would be the same.

The new place was radically different, in all aspects. Peter liked it a lot, and he had told her so many times. She didn’t keep anything from her old apartment, expect one object.

“I can’t believe you kept this, of all things,” Peter mused, throwing the glasswork in the air and catching it behind his back.

He did this now. He showed off. Emmeline noticed a few subtle changes in his behavior since she found out he was Spider-Man. He didn’t hold back anymore now that he didn’t have to pretend to be an average young man, he allowed himself more liberty around her. She liked that.

“It has a certain sentimental value, you see,” she had told him, taking it from him and setting back on its stand. “Couldn’t leave it behind.”

Peter chuckled and continued to explore the place. It was a typical open space apartment in one of those old buildings that get restored every ten years. This one had a particular charm, and the lighting was great. She had done marvelously well with the decorating.

The wooden floor that creaked in some places was her favorite thing, she told him. The walls were a warm dark red color on the side where her bed proudly stood, and the rest of the apartment was painted a dusty orange. Only warm, rich colors, with wooden furniture, lots of small lamps to creates a cozy atmosphere.

He hadn’t truly measured how impersonal her previous place was, how unlike her. It was obvious now that she hadn’t had a word to say in the decoration of the penthouse, while everything here had been her choice. Every book on her shelves, every plant hanging from the ceiling, and every cushion lined with fringes.

“You’re unusually quiet,” she commented when Peter still hadn’t spoken a word after ten minutes of looking around. “Do you hate it?”

Peter spun around, hand in his front pockets, a little smile dancing on his lips.

“It’s great. I love it.”

“But?” she pressed him.

“But there’s no balcony.” He pouted, but Emmeline’s frown turned into a smirk. “What? Is there?”

She lived on the first floor, she couldn’t have one.

“Come with me,” she said, gesturing him to follow her.

They walked past the bed and the kitchen area and to a narrow backdoor that he had assumed led to an inner courtyard, or a private parking space. But it wasn’t that.

“Wha-“ Peter couldn’t believe his eyes. “You have your own garden in New York City?” he asked, fighting the urge to touch the grass to make sure it was real. It was small, but real.

“Even better than a balcony, ugh?” Her smirk grew even wider. “Thought it was a nice touch, and Bella loves it.”

“I can imagine,” Peter replied distractedly, picturing Tessa playing here.

He stopped himself right there. He couldn’t let himself wander on such slippery slopes right now. Why would his mind even go there? Emmeline had only just let him back into her life, two weeks ago he thought he had ruined everything between them. He couldn’t think about how much Tessa would enjoy having a bit of open space instead of living in a small student dorm.

He especially shouldn’t linger too much on the homey feel of her place, of how hard it hit him that he would love to live in a place like this. He simply couldn’t think about her the way he did.

There was much to rebuild before he could even think about making a move again. Whatever small step he had taken when he asked her out was in the past now. Since then, he had taken a hundred steps backwards, and now he had to fix what he broke before thinking about picking up where they left things off.

Trust, among other things.

He had to unlearn his automatic response to inquisitive questions, become used to tell her the truth when he had to disappear at random times of the day, something for a few hours, sometimes for days. He hadn’t realized how many white lies he told within a single day before he started telling the truth.

“It’s…”

He couldn’t find his words anymore, suddenly too overcome with emotion to speak. It was a daunting task to try and mend the broken limbs of their fragile relationship, and the weight of his own lies and mistakes felt heavy on his chest. It would take time, patience, effort, resilience.

However, when he turned around to meet her expectant smile, waiting for him to finish his sentence, it didn’t seem that impossible, and more than anything: he realized it would be worth it. She was worth it; and if he had been head over heels for her before, he realized he had another thing coming, because now that she was freer than ever, she would truly begin to shine and blossom in a way she couldn’t until now.

“It’s perfect.”

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murasaki-murasame · 5 years

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Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 Episode 11: “This Is A Wonderful Inn”

Funnily enough, an episode involving the characters literally soaking in a warm bath is exactly what I needed to watch after yesterday’s episode of Sarazanmai, lmao.

But this episode isn’t JUST pure fluff or anything. There’s a bit more going on with it.

Thoughts under the cut. [And spoiler warning for the whole manga]

Even though this episode ends at the same spot that episode 12 of the 2001 anime did, it ended up being a fair bit different in practice, as a natural consequence of how the last episode differed from it’s equivalent episode from the 2001 anime.

This episode adapted chapters 17 and 18 of the manga, whereas episode 12 of the 2001 anime just covered chapter 18, since it covered [parts of] chapters 15-17 in the episode before it. So instead of the hot springs trip being padded out into an entire episode, it only takes up the back half of this episode, and instead of being in the Valentine’s Day episode, Momiji’s story about the Foolish Traveler is in this episode. Which might be a bit odd to some people who just watched the 2001 anime, but this is a lot more faithful to the manga, and in terms of pacing I think it works a lot better.

For one thing, Valentine’s Day and White Day are a month apart, so the 2001 anime had to basically have a month-long time-skip in the middle of an episode since they crammed those two parts together, whereas in the reboot they’re separate episodes, so the jump forward in time is a lot more natural. And I feel like Momiji’s story has a bit more weight when it doesn’t get brought up in the exact same episode as Tohru buying everyone chocolate.

But even more than that, when I watched the 2001 anime for the first time a while back to prepare for the reboot, I thought that the hot springs episode was one of the slowest and most dull episodes of them all. It’s not a very eventful chapter to begin with, and padding it out into an entire episode was just . . . not great, especially since it involved them giving Ritsu’s mum like a thousand times more screen-time which pushed her way over the line into being obnoxious. Even in the reboot her whole brand of comedy still bugs me a bit, but at least there’s only, like, two scenes of it this time around.

And on the note of Ritsu’s mum, this episode reminded me that it’s kinda weird, in hindsight, how the English translation of the manga just has her straight up go ‘I hope you can meet my son one day, he’s a nice boy :)’, or something like that, considering that one way or another Ritsu’s gender is meant to be ambiguous. They even had Momiji refer to Ritsu with he/him pronouns in the scene afterward. I actually looked through both my English edition and my Japanese edition to make sure, and yeah the English version just adds in gendered pronouns and stuff that aren’t really meant to be there, and it leads to this really awkward situation later on where Tohru’s genuinely surprised to find out that Ritsu is a boy later on, which doesn’t make sense if you’re reading that translation, lol.

But anyway Ritsu as a character is a whooooole can of worms that I’ll get into when he comes up later on. If I remember right, I think the hint we got at the outline of season 1 from that one video Funimation posted implies that Ritsu’s intro will be in episode 17, so I guess that’ll be when that happens.

Anyway, even before the hot springs stuff, the first half of this episode is all about the Foolish Traveler story and how it relates to Tohru “self-sacrifice is my middle name :)” Honda.

It’s really funny watching so many new viewers be really thrown off by how dark the whole story is, and how it just ends with the traveler being a disembodied head with empty eye sockets. Though I think it feels especially creepy in this version of the story since it has such a unique and vivid animation style that really makes it feel like a dark fairy tale, which I loved.

Momiji pretty much spells it all out for the audience, but the whole point of the story, as it exists within the manga as a whole, is that while Tohru’s habit for self-sacrifice and selflessness is genuinely a character flaw that hurts her at times, it’s not something that should be exploited and belittled. It’s all about respecting how other people choose to express their kindness, and about pointing out how the people who choose to treat her badly are the ones who are in the wrong, not her.

I think the reboot in particular has been pretty good at portraying Tohru’s maturity and depth, but I hope this episode in particular makes it clear to new viewers that she’s not some cliche Mary Sue who’s super perfect and has nothing wrong with her. If anything, I’d say that part of the story as it goes on, even if it’s a small part, is about interrogating the way that we think about conventionally kind and feminine heroines in these sorts of stories. There’s a whole list of characters who have their opinion toward Tohru evolve as they get to know her and understand how she really is as a person, and the story also slowly peels back the layers on all of her repressed trauma and complexes that lead to her being this way in the first place.

It’s been really interesting how this reboot has inspired a lot of discussion from people who’ve been fans of the series for a decade or more, and how their feelings toward the series as a whole and Tohru as a character have evolved over the years. I’ve seen a lot of people talk about how they disliked Tohru when they were younger, because they thought she was stupid and annoying and overly perfect, but as they got older and looked back on the series with a more mature perspective, they realized how much of a genuinely good person she is. It’s kinda funny that stuff like this shows how different types of kindness can be misunderstood and disrespected by people [especially when it intersects with stuff like misogyny], considering that one of the first scenes that really shows Tohru’s true colours is when she talks about how her mother always told her that everyone has their own different type of kindness that they grow inside their hearts, and that those differences can lead to misunderstandings and conflict.

There also seem to be a lot of people who didn’t understand the point behind Momiji’s story when they were kids, and that’s basically the same thing. When you’re a kid, it’s easy to look at a person whose kindness is exploited by people with bad intentions, and to go ‘well they’re just an idiot who deserves what they get’. But that’s not really how it works.

It’s worth noting that in an interview you can find in the last volume of Yen Press’ collector’s edition of the manga, Takaya pointed out that after hearing Momiji’s story, Kyo decided to stop calling Tohru an idiot. It’s a really subtle detail that I know I definitely didn’t notice the first time around, but it makes sense, and it’s really cute. He’s such an incredibly Good Boy [tm] who’s trying his best to slowly improve himself and be kinder in his own ways.

Also the scene with them on the balcony with the sheets flying in the air and the neat direction trick where the shot of Tohru gets covered up by one of the sheets blowing in the wind and then when it moves away it shows Kyo was CINEMATIC POETRY and I am not emotionally prepared for when a very similarly framed scene is gonna happen way way later in the reboot.

The inn sequence was really fun and cute, but I’m really glad it was just half the episode rather than the entire thing. It’s not really enough material to carry an entire episode on it’s own.

It’s fun to watch new viewers get into legit shipping wars with the whole Tohru/Kyo/Yuki love triangle, lol. These early episodes are really leaning into the Tohru/Yuki ship-tease. I guess it goes to show how much they’re getting invested in the reboot, at least. I wonder how many new Tohru/Yuki shippers are gonna get disappointed over how their whole deal develops, especially after this episode.

I have a loooot of thoughts about the whole Tohru/Yuki situation in general, and it’s a bit too early to really bother getting into it, but I at least wanna say that it’s kinda funny seeing some Tohru/Yuki shippers who’ve read the manga be like ‘I’ll never be able to accept the idea that he just saw her as a mother figure! He was definitely crushing on her!’, since my opinion on the matter is somehow both more or less the same and also the exact opposite of that. Let’s just say that I have a lot of thoughts about Yuki’s performative attraction toward Tohru.

Anyway, I think that’s about all there is to say. Though I still think I ended up saying a lot more than I expected to. This wasn’t exactly the most eventful episode ever, but it was really fun and relaxing. It was a pretty necessary breather episode to have between episode 10, which was a fair bit heavier on the dark and worrying foreshadowing than most new fans probably expected, and the upcoming episode 12, which is probably gonna REALLY catch people off guard with how dark it’ll be, considering how well the reboot’s handled it’s more dramatic moments.

#murasaki rambles #fruits basket #this has been your weekly reminder that Tohru is the bestest of girls :)

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truthofherdreams · 6 years

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please don’t stop the music

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The following day, Lara Jean quite literally has to drag Chris out of bed so they are not late to the activities fair. Gen wants them to be at their stand two hours early, which is a bit much for what is only a glorified table and a bunch of flyers, if you want Lara Jean’s opinion. But of course Gen doesn’t want her opinion, so Lara Jean forces Chris to get up and get dressed, before her new friend zombies her way to the food hall and inhales more coffee than is probably healthy so early in the morning.

“Not a morning person, huh?” Lara Jean teases her around a mouthful of pancake.

The food hall has waffles too, but it feels too much of a treat. At home it is, because taking out the waffle maker and cleaning it afterward is too much of a hassle for everyday-breakfast, and so Lara Jean doesn’t step away from habits drilled into her since childhood.

Chris points at her own face, not without difficulty. “Not even a person at that point,” she replies in a grumble, before she takes another cup of coffee. She’s having a grand total of one chocolate cookie with that, and Lara Jean has no idea how she’ll survive until lunch.

She will probably have to start sneaking energy bars in her new friend’s pockets, just in case. But for now she settles on enjoying her breakfast and, as Chris is otherwise preoccupied, on checking her Instagram account. Margot posted stories when she was asleep, she and her boyfriend Ravi going out to some welcome-back party in Scotland, followed a few hours later by the picture of a single cup of tea and a gif of a sleepy cat. Kitty had a sleepover at a friend’s, and binged Games of Thrones, which isn’t worrying at all. Josh just arrived on campus; Lara Jean tries not to think about it too much.

And p_kavinsky is now following her.

She elects to ignore that, too.

By some kind of miracle, Chris find it in her to down two more expressos, which isn’t all that smart but manages to make her look a little more alive. And a lot more fidgety. Lara Jean has to steer her clear from the coffee machine, not to make matter worth. She has no idea how they make it to the grounds and the activities fair, but somehow they do. Another one of those miracles, without a doubt.

Gen is, quite obviously, already there and their stand is, quite obviously, just as sad as Lara Jean imagined it would be. Gen is piling up flyers on their table, and some kind of banderole is still rolled up at their feet. With more than a few hours notice, Lara Jean could have baked cupcakes or brownies to lull people into talking to them and taking an interest in the acapella group. But, as it is, she just teams up with Chris to put the banderole up, then to stick some pictures from past concerts and events under it. Gen has her laptop opened now, showing videos of different songs the group has been performing in the past.

Lara Jean has to admit it looks more legit than she thought at first and so, when they’re done, she snaps a picture of the stand and sends it to Margot. To show her sister she’s putting herself up there and trying new things, instead of just hiding behind her blankets with a book. If Margot’s replying message of three thumbs up is anything to go by, she made the right choice.

Morning is a bit slow, probably because people are still moving in and finding their bearings. A girl called Allie, with beautiful brown skin and long hair, joins them soon enough, and then Emily (Gen’s friend, as lovely as she is) and Pammy, whose face has so many freckles Lara Jean finds herself staring a little.

Chris introduces her to both Allie and Pammy, while the other two girls stand to the side and ignore them. It’s fine with Lara Jean, really, and soon the four of them find themselves playing a ruthless game of blind test with Allie’s phone. Chris is better at this than could be expected in her state, faster than all the other girls combined and proud in each of their wins. They switch to a party of Heads Up! When she proves unbeatable, until Pammy decides to spice it up a little bit, with a song association game. Give one word, find a song with that world as quickly as possible.

They are mostly messing around and having fun, but their singing actually turn heads once people start trickling by. Some even stop by, getting the force of Gen’s speech the moment they seem more interested than curious. A couple of girls even take a flyer, nodding and smiling, but Lara Jean is too busy having fun with her new friends to really notice how popular their stand really is.

“Popsicle!” Allie throws in their next round.

The song pops into Lara Jean’s mind immediately -- too many months of Margot obsessed with musicals, all types of musicals, for her not to know that one. Still, she hesitates. The song is powerful, more powerful than her voice can probably managed. She bites down on her lip, anxious, until Chris nudges her leg with the tip of her combat boot.

She raises her eyebrows at Lara Jean, teasing and challenging all at once.

Lara Jean straightens her back even as she takes a deep breath. “Dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle,” she starts, her voice more confident than she feels.

Chris swallows back a grin, her voice flat. “My dear father.”

“There’s been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz,” they go on at the same time, managing to harmonise rather nicely despite never having done so before.

Chris seems impressed too, even if her voice turns into a small laugh as Lara Jean quickly grabs her phone and looks up the lyrics. She might know the song but -- she’s not entirely well-versed in all the lyrics, so a bit of help is always nice. They go through the lines easily -- too easily, perhaps.

“There's been some confusion, for you see, my roomate is…”

Lara Jean rolls her eyes theatrically as she adds, in a voice that is not entirely hers, more high-pitched than she really is comfortable, “Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…”

“Blonde,” Chris states in a deadpan voice, swatting Lara Jean’s hair in the process.

They both laugh a little, which makes for a shaky few lines. Not that it matters much, when they’re having so much fun. It’s not really about the quality of their voices, more about this moment they are sharing, Chris looking at the lyrics above her shoulder and grinning like a madwoman, Lara Jean forgetting about her fear of the spotlight.

People do stop and stare, and listen. She can feel their eyes on her even as she jumps into the chorus with Chris, and to her feet. Chris grabs her hand even as she sings about how much she loathes Lara Jean, and the effect is lost on how much the both of them are giggling.

Allie and Pammy provide the background singing for them, Pammy now having her phone opened on the lyrics too. Even Gen has stopped talking to look at them -- Lara Jean chances a glance her way, and the blonde’s eyes are unreadable. Like she is puzzled, upset at them stealing the attention away from her, and delightfully surprised all at once.

“What is this feeling, so sudden and new? I felt the moment I led my eyes on you…”

A crowd has gathered around them now. Lara Jean’s heart is racing. Adrenaline. Fear. Unadulterated joy. She grins, and laughs, and sings. Damn, does she sings.

“Truly, deeply loathing, my whole life long!”

Chris gets into her face to scream a ‘Boo!’ and Lara Jean’s answering shriek of fake surprise is swallowed by the applause around them. One boy is whistling. Gen is already yelling about whoever might be interested to join their group. Emily shoves flyers into people’s face.

And there, behind the crowd, is Peter staring right at Lara Jean. Even with Chris’ arm thrown around her shoulders, the both of them laughing together, Lara Jean feels his eyes on her and turns her head toward him. Her laugh dies on her tongue when he smiles at her -- that full-face smile, with the scrunching nose and everything -- and holds his can of coke up as a silent toast.

Chris notices, because of course she does, her eyes travelling between Lara Jean and Peter before the slightest of frowns settles between her brows. “You know Peter?” she asks, her voice soft enough for the alarm bells in Lara Jean’s head to start chiming.

“Yeah, he’s an old friend. How do you know him?”

Chris evens her with A Look, capital letters and all. “He’s Gen’s Peter,” is all she needs to say for a stone to drop in Lara Jean’s stomac, right at the bottom. “I mean, he was Gen’s, they broke up, but...”

She remembers yesterday’s awkward conversation with Gen, the certainty in her voice when she declares than her boyfriend and she were still together. “He still belongs to her,” Lara Jean finishes for her friend, though she has no idea why she’s disappointed.

It’s not as if she wanted to date Peter, or anything. Sure, reuniting with him after all those years yesterday was nice, and they had a pleasant chat after the initial accident was put behind. He even made her laugh once or twice, and grinned every time she stifled a giggle behind her hand. And it was nice, getting to know Peter K again. Nice, but different. Unexpected.

Lara Jean hadn’t thought past meeting with him once in a while, to grab coffee and chat. But it seems her subconscious had other ideas, now crushed under the heel of Gen’s ugly Uggs. It’s okay, though. She had a crush on him once, and she got over him. It won’t be hard to do the same again now, especially since it’s barely even a crush. Just… an interest.

“It’s fine,” she says out loud. To Chris or to herself, she doesn’t know. “He’s not my type anyway.”

Chris’ laugh is sarcastic at best. And loud, too loud. “Excuse me? Dude, I’m a lesbian but even I find him cute. Like, come on…”

Lara Jean purses her lips and shakes her head, a little too manically, until Chris drops it. She unwraps her arm from around Lara Jean’s shoulders to take a few steps back. She doesn’t say anything, but she points two fingers at her eyes, then at Lara Jean’s, then at hers again. Lara Jean rolls her eyes, but smiles.

“Yeah, sure,” Chris comments. “Okay, come, let’s steal some food from the queer club, I’m starving.”

Lara Jean follows, not without one last glance above her shoulder.

Peter is long gone.

#covinsky #covinsky ff #covinsky fanfic #to all the boys I've loved before #fanfic #ff: tatbilb #ff: please don’t stop the music

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Hello everyone! I’m Beka/Bec and this is Ali aka Al aka Aladdin. I’m 25 and I’m from the future (GMT+11). If you have any plot ideas please hit me up! Also hit me up with your cute puppy pictures because i’m trash for dogs. Cats are fair game too. More about Ali under the read more!

NAME:

Ali (Al) Abdelmalek. Al’s reasoning behind picking his surname is a little cheeky on his end. In Arabic, Abdelmalek translates to servant of the king. Aladdin’s ancestors were previously servants at the royal palace, that is until his great grandfather began to have sticky fingers with some of the sultan’s goldware. It’s a bit of a cheeky nod to those who have oppressed him in the past and continue to do so. It’s kind of his way of claiming the title for himself.

BIRTHDAY & AGE: January 20th. 26 years old.

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: Male. He/him.

FACE CLAIM: Taylor Zakhar

HEIGHT: 5′3

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Adaptable: For the most part, Al is merely coping as well as he can with the Exodus. He has always had the special ability to adapt with change and make it out unscathed… for the most part. He found a job at the first chance he got, knowing that going ‘legit’ is the best way to cope in this new world. He also wants to avoid reverting back to his old ways if he can certainly help it. He’s hoping it won’t need to be a long term solution, but only God knows how long it’ll be before he feels as though he is firmly on his own two feet.

Consummate liar: Is a white lie really a lie? Or is it so very bad if you lie in order to protect the ones who you love? The age old debate of toeing the line of morality with the veil of protection to hide behind. He hasn’t made it a fatal habit just yet, but his skills in lying have certainly upped their game over the years. While Al has never lied with devious intentions, he has certainly embellished the truth somewhat when he’s been embarrassed about some aspect of his life.

Pragmatic: While Al often acts on impulse, at his very core he is a pragmatist. He doesn’t allow himself to wander too far into ideals and what might be, when he knows that the higher you get your hopes up, the harder it is to fall back into reality. The reason why he is able to so successfully act on his impulses is from his ability to learn from his past experiences. While Al has a heart of gold, this doesn’t mean that he is entirely morally clean. He’s had to get both his hands (and his feet) a little dirty in the past. A boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do to survive, right?

Gullible: It’s not always a bad thing, trying to see the best in people, but for Al it’s also led to his own fair share of heartache. Because of his kind nature towards others, it’s often easy to pull the wool over his eyes. These days he’s become a little better at picking the bad sheep, although he does occasionally suffer a lapse in judgement.

Undyingly loyal: Whilst Al has definitely learned that the first rule of basic survival is to be first loyal to yourself, his big hearted nature automatically causes him to be predisposed to caring for others. If you’ve earned his loyalty in some way, he’s bound to stick by you through thick and thin. That having been said, Al doesn’t give away his loyalty easily.

Insecure: After years of being told that you’re not good enough, it’s hard to not let some of that filter through. He certainly has the capacity to be confident in himself and that’s usually when he has the right support network around him. Currently Al is quite insecure as he’s not entirely content with the ways things are going. At least when he was a thief on the streets of Agrabah it was all on his terms. Here in Fabletown, it’s taken him a while to get used to the way things are run. These first few months have been the hardest, with Al drawing back from making new connections a lot more than he did in the homeland. Much of this is due to the fact that he’s now almost constantly busy and on his toes working, a rather well welcomed distraction if he’s honest.

Guile: Al knows how to manipulate a bad situation to make it the very best that he is able to. Sometimes his methods can err on the side of manipulation but he will usually try and avoid as much collateral damage as possible. If there is any collateral then he is usually very very sorry about it. He’ll only use his guile methods when absolutely necessary, and in situations when he’s got to think quick on his toes.

IN CHARACTER INTERVIEW

Was it hard adjusting to life in Fabletown? Do you miss the Homeworld?

Al sighed, now more than ever he felt it hard to talk about home. There had been a time when he would have given anything to escape what he had once called his own personal prison, then things had changed and he would give anything to have it back now that it was gone for good. The fates could be awfully cruel, something he ought to be used to by now.

“More than anything,” he finally said. He let a slow breath escape his lips, a gentlewhoosh of a sound that seemed at odds with the emotions pulling and clawing at his chest. It felt heavy, his chest, and broken in a way that caused him to take an extra moment to recompose himself. A hand went to his jaw, his fingers scratched by the stubble that was usually vacant. There were so many things about him that were different now, he wondered if the people of Agrabah would even recognise him anymore.

“I’ve lost more than just a physical place. I’ve lost a state of mind, people…” He was silent for a moment, a far off look flitting in his eyes, “Yeah, especially the people,” he finished, his voice soft from the thought of Jasmine.

Where is your favorite place in Fabletown or New York?

Nowhere? Al thought to himself. Be positive.

Instead of running with his initial thoughts, Al scoffed at the question, a slow smile pulling at his lips.

“Is that really a question? Obviously the full moon diner! I have one word for ya,” Al frowned in thought as he leant forward in his seat, “No sorry three, fried-chicken waffles.” He ticked off each work with an extended finger. “You really have not lived until you’ve tried them.” He let out a happy sigh. It was a dish that had been entirely new to the Agrabah native, a simple but masterful concoction of flavours that he himself would have never dreamed of. “It’s the perfect balance of sweet and savoury, and if you’re feeling especially adventurous drizzle some melted chocolate on top and Omar’s your uncle!” He finished with a content clap of his hands.

Who do you think killed Little Red Riding Hood? Please also indicate here if you would like for your character to potentially be the killer and, if so, what their motive would be?

He allowed a sun tanned hand to run through his already tousled locks. A coping strategy he’d always fallen upon when he was nervous or unsure. He wasn’t guilty. Al shrugged in what he hoped came across as off handed.

“Could’ve been anyone. Honestly? I’m just still getting over the shock that we can, you know, die.” Who else hadn’t made it? Was this a one off event, or were there others too? Would there only be more? All these questions had been rolling as if a tape on repeat through his mind since the body had been found. What more was there that they didn’t know? That they weren’t telling them? He wouldn’t share all he knew, not until they did them the same honor.

#poison:intro #{Aʙᴏᴜᴛ: Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ}

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kenjiro-s · 6 years

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Complementary Colours, Ch. 1 - A SuguYaku fanfiction

Based on the one lonely piece of fanart by narcissusbutterfly.tumblr.com - http://narcissusbutterfly.tumblr.com/post/160280804640/yaku-morisuke-snake-trainer-cause-he-knows - I saw it and it made so much sense someone had to write it.

Morisuke loved weddings, he really did, but sometimes…sometimes he wished people would take the easy way out and keep it as simple as possible. True, wedding supplied roughly half of his business, and yet in moments like this, he wondered if he couldn’t keep it afloat without them. The woman currently screaming at his face was an image he’d seen up close and personal way too many times, but the bad thing was that this one in particular didn’t have the excuse of being the bride. Said future bride, looking younger than Morisuke’s 25 years, was standing meekly to the side in silence and letting her mother walk all over her. He had to say something, but the shouting woman wasn’t giving him many openings.

- …and I just don’t get why you won’t even try to do it ! It’s my baby girl’s special day and you��re just trying to get your money without doing the minimum required work and I just can’t… - He tried not to sigh.

- Madam, I have been in this business for years and I can assure you, - She opened her mouth to keep going but Morisuke simply raised his voice. – ornamental garlic blooms do not come in red. Any shade of red. They come in purple, blue, yellow and white, but not in red.

- And you won’t even try to find some ? What kind of lazy business model are you running, huh ? Won’t even make an effort ! I will be taking my business elsewhere, thank you very much. I want my deposit back !

- Now, madam…

- No ! You’re ruining my baby’s special day ! Her flowers won’t match the theme colours ! It will look terrible ! Think of that ! Her wedding will be a complete failure, and it will be all your fault !

- Mom… - Apparently, the younger woman was getting just as tired from the situation as Morisuke.

- How do you live with yourself ? Huh ? How ? How do you sleep at night ?

- Mom…

- I assure you, madam...

- No ! Give me my deposit back ! We have no time but I will find someone who will do their job !

- Mom ! Stop it ! – The word bounced around the shop in the dead silence that followed. The only other customer who’d been pouring over the fertilizer shelf while acting out he wasn’t listening to the conversation, froze. Fukunaga, just glanced up, his usual calm exterior not betraying anything, and then went back to sorting through the carnations. – Just, stop ! Here, we’ll just go and talk it through, and then come back later today, okay ?

- Chiyuki, I am just trying to make your special day perfect. And it will be gorgeous…

- There’s no need to shout at people for it to be perfect. Let’s go. – The older woman didn’t move. – I said, let’s go, mom ! – And then she marched out of the shop like a queen. Huh. She had a spine, after all. Her mother, on the other hand, just glared back at Morisuke, huffed with her nose up in the air, and ran after her daughter without even a touch of the same grace.

- Man, you get scenes like this often ? – The other customer was standing at the counter with a handful of yellow roses.

- You’d be surprised. – The man’s pitying look was obviously exaggerated but it made him laugh. – Yellow roses ? An interesting choice. – The customer rubbed his neck, cheeks going lightly pink. Obviously embarrassed, he scratched at the buzzed off part of his undercut and sighed.

- Yeah, I messed up. I think. Not sure if, you know, he’ll be mad, but can’t go wrong with roses, right ? – The amount of desperate hope was adorable. And the man was obviously doing his best “puppy” impression, with large chocolate eyes shining from under his long blond fringe. There was only one small problem.

- You sure can’t. Let me ask you, though. If you don’t mind, who are they for ?

- Um, this guy I’ve been trying to score a date with ? We’ve been kind of missing each other a few times and it’s not his fault or anything, but I managed to screw up and want to apologise. It will be our first official date. Have to make a great impression and all, you know ? And he seems like the kind of guy who would like yellow roses. Not too forward or romantic, but still a gesture ? Sweet, but not too much ? Why ?

- Because yellow roses mean “friendship”. Or, “friendly appreciation”. – The customer’s face fell. It almost made Morisuke want to apologise for ruining his day. – And I don’t think that’s what you want.

- Oh. No, I guess I don’t. Can you recommend me something else, then ? I am pretty sure he doesn’t speak flower, but now that I know that, I won’t be able to focus on our date because I’ll be overthinking it. Or he could check it out and it will be over. – It was definitely cute how worried the customer was over it.

- Well, if you want to avoid the love declarations and marriage proposals on your first date, I’d say go with…Fukunaga ! – His friend blinked at him. – Do we have any of the yellow roses with the red in the back ? We have only three here. – Fukunaga just rose from the carnations display and disappeared behind the “Employees Only” door.

- He doesn’t talk much, does he ? Yellow with red ? Should I be worried about those ?

- They could also mean “friendship” but I’d say that if he checks, he will read “falling in love”. Better ?

- Much. Thanks, man. You’re saving my life here. First dates, right ? – The wide smile almost covered the shaky nervousness but still. The man was friendly enough. – Oh, can you put a ribbon ? But nothing too over-the-top. Don’t want him to feel pressured.

- Of course.

- He works in this extra fancy café, you know. And I know art and things that go together, and that place is like a designer’s wet dream. – An interesting way to say it, but Morisuke just hummed in agreement and kept pulling out ribbons to compare the colours. – The prices are all right, which is weird, but anyway. It’s super stylish so he’s used to being around pretty things and pretty desserts all day. I just want to make an impression. If you ever need a cupcake that could be on the cover of a magazine… - And then he slid a business card on the counter.

- Trying to win points with him by advertising the business ? – That got him to laugh.

- No need for that, their tea is more than enough. Oh, man, this is gorgeous !

He’d gone simple, with a ribbon in the exact same yellow as the roses, and made the least pretentious bow he could. It looked, in his opinion, pretty without being too much. And so did the customer, if his expression was a sign.

- You got tattoos ? – Where had that come from ? He just shook his head. – Cool. If you ever decide you want one, give me a call. I’ll give you a discount. – A second business card fell on the counter. – I love it ! Thanks again ! – And with a final wave, the customer left, comfortable silence filling up the shop after him.

Morisuke picked the two business cards. One was All black and silver, advertising “Terushima Yuuji, Tattoo Artist”, with chains and skills elements, and contact information. It somehow worked without being too much. The man apparently really had an eye for those things. The other was in deep royal purple, also with silver elements, but with much simpler decorations. Clean, abstract outline of a cupcake, looking like it’d been drawn with a silver pen, and the name of the place. Also pretty. He opened the box with business cards he kept on hand – dealing with different kinds of events sometimes called for desperate measures and he’d found out early enough than one could never have too many connections and no industry was too far from catering. It was simply smart to keep everything organised.

In the late afternoon a few hours later, Morisuke found himself scrolling through social media. The shop was in order, Fukunaga was drawing quietly behind the counter and it was the quietest part of the day. Going on impulse, he googled the studio first. One had to know what their connections were really worth.

The website listed tattoos and piercing, with, respectively, Terushima Yuuji as the artist and Bobata Kazuma as the piercing expert. Morisuke had never really wanted a tattoo but he had to admit the photos were beautiful. Completely different from the classic yakuza style, they were more Western in design and colours, and were simply beautiful. The piercings didn’t make much sense and he’d never thought people would want holes on those body parts, but, to each their own. Apparently, the business was booming since there were a few warnings about a waiting list and long waiting periods.

The café’s website was strangely similar. Purple and silver dominated the whole thing, but it was really ordered and, judging by the photos, they were legit and not stolen from wherever the baker had taken the recipes. And, okay, he had to admit his customer had been right. Those were gorgeous. Slowly going down the page, Morisuke couldn’t help but wonder how did the creator, because calling them simply “baker” seemed like an insult, could do things like that. They appeared to sell a mix of traditional Japanese dessers in both their natural look and with one or another trendy twist ( there was glitter, shine and tall chocolate structures ), and, unless he was mistaken, European pastries in vibrant colours. Also, there was a long list of fancy coffee drinks and almost as long one of teas. Impressive.

He didn’t usually go on impulse but the woman in the morning had taken all of his energy and he needed recharging.

- Fukunaga. – The questioning look he received was basically a long declaration coming from the other man. – I’ll go get some tea. Will you be okay by yourself ? I shouldn’t be long, it’s close. – All he got was a small nod. Good. He waved and checked the directions again on his phone.

It was surprising he hadn’t stumbled upon the café on his was to work at any point. It was just one alley away from his everyday path to the shop.

The customer hadn’t been lying. Judging from the exterior, someone had poured a lot of imagination in the place. Of course, it all depended on the food, but Morisuke was optimistic. A bell jingled when he opened the door and he was assaulted with cozy warm air that carried the scent of cinnamon and apples. Also, coffee. Closing the door as quickly as possible to keep the snow outside, he stepped in the almost empty café. Only one of the tables was occupied, a man in a huge sweater with two laptops and an assortment of small colourful…things on a pretty plate in front of him, seemingly deep in whatever was happening on the screens. Otherwise, it was empty, Morisuke blaming the same lull that happened around this time in his shop, too. It was between lunch break and the end of the day. Also, there was an actual fireplace. Huh.

Cozy place, he decided, looking around. Lots of bits and pieces scattered around but it looked closer to his flower shop than a mess – someone had taken great care to create such an artistic mess without making it stuffy and overcrowded. He approved.

The glass display by the counter was a different thing. Unlike the interior, there was nothing messy or disorganized about it. Rows upon rows of neatly placed…he wasn’t sure if calling them “desserts” was good enough, but that’s what they were supposed to be. In front of each row there was a card with the name in both Japanese and English ( or French, or something else he couldn’t recognise ), price…He leaned closer. Also, ingredients and nutrition information. Whoever had done it had covered all bases.

- Can I help you choose something ? – Morisuke didn’t jump only because in his line of work sudden movements usually meant broken flowers and nobody wanted that, especially not him. That didn’t mean he was happy. The guy on the other side of the display had gotten closer without making a sound and his small smile was just a touch annoying, though Morisuke couldn’t put his finger on why.

- Just looking, thank you.

- You sure ? I know we have a lot of things. I started recently and, trust me, the first few days all I did was fetch stuff to learn where it is. It could get overwhelming. – And then he slid the small smile back on his face, shrugging a little.

- You know what ? Sure. My friend likes something called London Fog, do you do that here ? And what would you recommend with it ? – The slow blink he got almost made him laugh. To be fair, the first time Fukunaga had asked him to order him one when he’d done the coffee run, he’d reacted the same way. And he wasn’t even trying to be mean, that was the only thing Fukunaga drank. It was one of the oddities he’s learnt to live with since his friend was a hardworking man who knew what he was about. Just because he didn’t talk much and drank the vile, in Morisuke’s opinion, concoction, that didn’t mean he had something going on. He simply had a terrible taste.

- Well…Let me…Yamaguchi ! – A second man had just appeared behind the counter. Glancing up, Morisuke saw his face was splattered with freckles. Cute. His colleague smiled again and he realised why it bothered him. It came to his face too fast. Looked a bit practiced. – What goes with London Fog ?

Straight to be point. Morisuke almost laughed at the waiting expression on the man’s face. He seemed to expect confusion and when he didn’t get even a moment of hesitation, said smile faded a little around the edges.

- Lemon cake or pastries. Why ? – The answer had come instantly and the man, Yamaguchi, looked between the two of them. – Is everything okay ?

- Um, yes. This gentleman was inquiring about it, that’s all. I wanted to make sure I was pairing the right things.

- Oh, of course. It’s got a pretty strong flavor so it makes sense. Would you like me to make it while you ring the order up ? It will be faster.

Morisuke would’ve missed the relief that crossed the man’s face if he’d blinked at the wrong moment, it had gone that fast.

- So, what will it be ? – And, the wide smile was back. Morisuke narrowed his eyes.

- The latte… - More confusion. – The London Fog ? And I’ll have a latte with cinnamon on top. Also…something lemon ? – The man at the espresso machine pointed at the soft yellow sponge cakes on the left. – Yeah, one of those. Thank you. – He got a nod and turned back to the other side of the glass. – Oh, can I have a slice of the…Matcha Mille Crepe Cake ? Thank you.

The slow, careful way the man was working the till contrasted sharply with the quick nimble gestures of his colleague. Started recently, huh ? But he’d been honest enough, and had called for help when put in an unfamiliar situation, and Morisuke could appreciate that. Though the polite smile was still annoying.

While he’d been spacing out, his order had been put in a pretty box with a ribbon and a logo sticker. Unless he was mistaken, the ribbon was the same kind he used for centerpieces for events. Impressive.

- …and here is your change. Enjoy ! – He looked up. This close, he noticed for the first time the man had forest green highlights that almost blended with his dark hair, that perfectly matched his eyes, and an eyebrow piercing. And was currently observing him as closely as he was being observed. Morisuke took his change and turned, zipping up his coat.

- Thank you. Have a nice day. – Now he just had to remember the way back. Just because it was close, didn’t mean…there it was. And it seemed Fukunaga was handling it perfectly, judging by the wide smile of the only customer and how fast she was chatting. Good.

Suguru Daisho didn’t like surprises. He didn’t like them one bit. And today, that one customer had managed to surprise him in the worst way possible. He hadn’t meant to look like he had no idea what he was doing, but what, the Hell, was London Fog ?

- Are you okay ? – He smiled lightly and turned to Yamaguchi. The concern in his voice was sweet but it felt too close to pity for Suguru’s comfort. Not only had the other man seen him deep in confusion but he’d also had to save the situation.

- Yeah, sure. I was just caught a bit unaware, that’s all. – The concerned expression faded to a soft smile. Good.

- Trust me, I know how you feel. I think the first time Kawanishi told me to fetch something for a customer I froze for a whole minute. He just told me to walk around the display and look at the tags. – Yamaguchi shrugged a little. – Not my proudest moment. I actually put cards on the back of the display, too. You know what ? I will go and put them back.

Great. He didn’t need someone to go so out of their way to make things easier for him just because he didn’t know the names of everything yet.

- Thank you, but…

- No, no, it’s okay. Futakuchi still runs around every time someone orders something. It will make it easier for everyone. Sorry I didn’t think about it earlier ! – Why was he apologising ?

- It’s okay. So, you got a list with all the secret drinks people order ?

- You mean, the ones people never order ? Actually, I do. Here, let me show you…

#haikyuu!!#rarepai #rare pair hell #daishou suguru #yaku morisuke #suguyaku #fanfiction #fanfic #coffee shop au #flower shop au #aged up characters #different first meeting

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channiekyun · 6 years

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chick or chic?//cube ent./pd101//seonho

pairing: yoo seonho/reader genres: fluff, bullet list word count: 1870 summary: “he always stayed by you because of your smile, but what happens when the reason you lose your smile is him?” a/n: i think this is the longest thing i’ve ever posted but, dear by lord i love this boy. pls support him and his debut!!

baby chick debuting with a mini album?

an hour to write before I fall asleep?

bring it on.

ok,

you and yoo seonho have been friends since you were like 6 bc your moms both dropped you off at the same daycare center

how convenient right

but you haven’t met seonho ‘till a while so bear with me here

I like me some backstory to the story

you’ve been coming to the daycare center for 4 months

you were so-so at making friends, kinda shy, but most of the times energetic

like literal spikes of energy could be seen coming out of your back lmao

sometimes you’d be called out on it by some of the kids or supervisors but like

u didn’t care

anyway, you’ve pretty much gotten your name thrown everywhere in the daycare center

and you were just playing with blocks and crashing toy cars into them (that’s what kids do right?)

then suddenly some of or supervisors start coming to you with a cake with lit up candles

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear (Y/N), happy birthday to you!”

and your 6 yr old brain was all like-huh?

but then they told you to make a wish and you blew out the candles

and you know how things done can’t come undone?

well, there’s your explanation for that being done

and then everyone just started cheering

plus the supervisors were all like: “I can’t believe your already 6, (Y/N)! you’ve grown so much!!~”

but again you’re just like: “im already 6??!??”

but your 6 yr old self just thinks that this atonement for not celebrating your birthday before you even went to the center

keep in mind you’ve only been there for 4 months so

ppl kept crowding you and the adults just starting distributing the cake

and this boy that you’ve never ever seen before sits next to you

and he just whispers into your ear “it’s my birthday too.”

“oh really? it’s not even my birthday today anyway!” you giggle

and this boy’s like huh

but seonho doesn’t do anything

nuh uh

he likes it when you laugh and smile

so you share your big slice of cake with him and play with him the entire day

you guys got picked up at the same time so your moms were just waiting by the door and you were saying bye and your moms were like “isn’t that just cute aww”

then suddenly one of the supervisors came and started bowing

“I’m sorry Mrs. Yoo and Mrs. (L/N), we switched up (Y/N)’s and Seonho’s birthdays so we ended up celebrating (Y/N)’s birthday today!”

and your moms were just like “that’s fine” but Seonho just looked a tad bit disappointed

and an unhappy Seonho makes an unhappy you so

you started crying, legit out of nowhere bc you felt so bad for him

plus you started screaming stuff like “it’s all my fault” and yea

and the adults try calming you down, but no, that didn’t work

but then seonho comes up and hugs you

and you surely calmed down while you held to his shirt

you felt reassured

and the grown-ups found this amusing

like you only met today but who knew?

next morning you brought a huge cake+a gift for seonho to make it up to him (ofc with your mum’s consent though)

you tell him to open his present and he did

what laid inside was a chick stuffie

it wasn’t big or anything, just average

and seonho’s grateful and all but he asks why you gave him that

“because you remind me of one?” you laugh

he likes to think that that laugh was also a present for him

and you play with him for the rest of the day

fast forward, your moms became acquainted then soon began to hang out with each other

which made you happy bc you got to see seonho more

when you guys were still at the daycare center you would bring him food

like juice boxes

but then like juice boxes turned to chocolate bars and then that turned into muffins

fast forward a little bit more to where you were now, both of you 14 and in high school, and you were still close af

oh and muffins turned to legit rice lunches bc he never had enough to eat lol

and you called him out on it a lot and he would either act offended or not care at all

that’s where he got his love for food from~

there were a couple loose strings here and there but that happens

you shared secrets, shared friends, shared test answers

you even got close to his brother and he got close to your sibling(s)

but everyone knows there’s gotta be a secret here and there somewhere

but you made several plots at 2AM to get to the bottom of whatever he seemed to hide even though it may not be your business

you were each other’s businesses anyway, right?

anyway

seonho had a dream of becoming famous

you admired him for that

and the school was going to be hosting an event where he would be starring in

and you were proud and almost started shedding a few tears

you: *sniff* so proud~~

him: not again (Y/N)

when the day of the show came on, he acted like a stuck up celeb

and you weren’t sure whether this was all just an act, or if it was just him but you weren’t gonna have this

you pulled him out of the corridor and slapped him just for him to get his sense back+you also gave him his rice box so

during the talent show when seonho was performing with the piano and singing you were videotaping him while standing up

you: “yeS, WORK IT SEONHO. gUYS THATS MY BEST FRiEND” (a total regina goerge’s mom moment here guys)

you were that extra lmao that seonho was mixed abt what you did but he felt so happy so you just cuddled (non-romantically) at his house after the show

next morning, you were waiting for seonho out of his house so you could walk to school together

but oh

he JUST HAD TO WALK OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH A LEATHER JAckET INSTEAD OF HIS REGULAR OL’ CARDIGAN HUh ASDFGHJKL

((i tried to look up seonho in a leather jacket and there were no images, pls someone get him into one i will die omfg lord))

and you just walked like you usually do, but this time in silence and no hitting or kicking

was he acting cold again?

he wasn’t talking at all

and even ppl started to stare

you just kind of avoided him for the whole day

it’s the type of thing that would get on celeb headlines: ‘(Y/N) Splits From a Cold Seonho?!?’

you were walking down the hall just mindlessly, wondering what to do with that extra rice lunch you had in your bag

but then you hear a couple girls whispering in a corner:

“oh my god, did you see seonho at the show last night? he has so much talent”

“but like did you see him today? he’s wearing a leather jacket and acting all cold today haha”

“he even drove (Y/N) away today, and they’ve been friends since they got here”

“that’s pretty chic though to be honest lol”

and there were murmurs of agreement to the last girls statement

and once you got outside you started laugh

cuz they just started calling seonho “chic”

you never thought that you would’ve ever lived to the day where someone would call that tall, clumsy, cutesy boy something along the lines of “chic”

but you felt a pang of jealousy when the girl’s started talking about him

yes, you were aware of your own feeling, you weren’t stupid like that

you went to his house, said hello to his mom, and went to his room

you didn’t want to mess around with anything but there was one thing couldn’t keep your eyes off

that chick plush you gave him when you were 6

it was sitting on his bed

you picked it up and admired it but quickly set it down

on the high bookcase shelf there was another chick plush

so you reached for it and looked at it in your hands

it was the exact same one but with a bow? which makes you confused

“what are you doing?” you hear behind you

oh shit

“um-really nothing” you turned around to seonho still in his leather jacket

“uh, then (Y/N), why are you holding that?”

you dropped the plush on the ground

“holding what?”

seonho just looked at the floor, not responding

and naturally..

you took the opportunity to slap him

“why were you acting like that the entire day? why with the jacket, dude??”

and he looked up at you with honest eyes and quietly said “for you”

that’s when your entire world started crashing down

“..for...me.?”

“i thought that if i acted cool you’d like me better, I guess that didn’t work though..” his eyes still tracing an outline of the floor

“you acted cool, just so i would notice you more?”

“i guess.”

and naturally...

you took that opportunity to kiss him

and his eyes grew wide and he just hugs you like you usually would and it was all just so damn perfect

you pulled away and was all like “seonho, honey, I love you but can we get you into that cardigan instead of this stupid jacket”

and he just jeered at you with “I love you too (Y/N) dearie”

that’s how you went from making out with seonho in a leather jacket to cuddling on his bed with seonho in his oversized white cardigan (which was fckn adorable btw)

man, you would love having a relationship with seonho, anyone would tbh

you even spoon fed him the rice lunch you had packed in your bag

his mom would call your mom to tell you what the hell was happening at her house

you and seonho’s mom fangirling over your relationship with each other

at the next show, you and seonho had a duet with him playing the piano and you singing

he got you a matching leather jacket and you were like “ew no,” but after he saw your reaction he made puppy eyes and said “but couple’s outfits” and you just said “i’m sold, just for gags though, seonho”

a happy seonho

a beagle seonho

you match each other so perfectly bc if soulmates were real, and they are, you found your match

one time you were helping seonho catch up on homework in an empty classroom after school and you got curious

“hey, seonho, what was that chick plush doing on top of your bookcase. it looks similar to the one i gave you”

he blushed and shyly said, “i was going to give it to you for your birthday..”

and you just kiss him

and when you pull away you say: “I can’t believe they would call a baby chick chic..”

ps i realized how bad i was at summaries mianhae

#🎉🎉🎉HAPPY DEBUT SEONHO 🎉🎉#yoo seonho #seonho #ultkpop #produce 101 #cube entertainment #cube trainees #produce 101 season 2 #pd101s2 #seonho scenarios #seonho imagines #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios #seonho/reader #seonho x reader #fanfiction #produce 101 scenarios #broduce 101

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littledonkeyburrito · 6 years

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It’s tequila and beer so I shouldn’t be surprised

1. Do you prefer boys to shave down there? I prefer trimmed. I don’t want to feel like I’m fucking a well-endowed 12 year old but I also don’t want to be yanking all his hair out when I’m giving a handjob. Tbh it’s not a strong preference though. He can do what he wants.

2. Do you prefer liquid, mousse or powder foundation? Why? Powder because it feels less gross. I don’t generally wear any makeup though

3. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Mum knows a very small amount, but more than Dad knows. She knows I’ve dated two guys, at least.

4. Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? Not my scene

5. Do you worry about gaining weight? I don’t.

6. Have you ever used fake tan? No. In fact, I get a little weirded out when I have a real tan because my hands don’t look like my hands

7. How do you organize your make-up? There isn’t much. Doesn’t really need organising

8. Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? No. Except maybe if I’m extremely drunk...

9. Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? Apartment

10. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in? I don’t know all of Barcelona’s festivities. Brisbane has the Ekka which is fun. Things I don’t like to participate in would probably be sporting events like marathons and such.

11. Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names? No.

12. Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like? A couple of Dad’s friends are slightly seedy but just in a regular old white dude way, not in a legit creepy way. They’re all fairly nice.

13. Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? Yeah, Dad hates almost everything American.

14. What venue was the last real concert you went to at? Some showground in Madrid for a music festival.

15. Does your best friend and their mom have the same last name? Yes. Well, half. She has both parents’ last names.

16. What color is your cellphone? Black

17. Are you currently waiting for a phone call? From whom? Yes, I was supposed to get a call back from my health insurance company today. I’ll have to call them again tomorrow. At least I have a number to the english customer service line now.

18. Do you have any drugs in your bedroom? No

19. Is there a feature on your face that people compliment you on? Occasionally eyes I guess

20. What are your plans for the rest of the week? Figuring out how to get my luggage to weigh less than when I came to this country so I don’t have to pay extra baggage fees.

21. How many studded belts do you own? None.

22. Has your boyfriend/girlfriend ever had braces? Don’t have a partner.

23. What have you eaten today?   Spicy rice soup, tabooleh, a mandarin, some chocolate

24. What’s your favorite thing to do? The thing that comes to mind is having dinner or drinks with my friends, possibly because I haven’t been able to do that for a year.

25. Did you wear a jacket today? Yes, I wore my coat when I went out

26. Have you kissed more than two people of the same sex? Yeah.

27. How many times have you had sex in one day? Twice

28. Did you exercise at all today? Not on purpose

29. Would you ever move far away for a job opportunity? That’s the plan. Once I’m back in Australia I’m going to be applying for jobs in Spain and Central America in my field and if I get offered something with a liveable salary then I’ll move.

30. Are you too shy/embarrassed to tell people your middle name? No

31. If not, what is it? No bc internet

32. What day of the week is garbage day on your street? Three times every day.

33. What is something new you learned today? That my grocery store sells pigs ears, and that the drink “desperados” does not taste good (it’s tequila and beer so I shouldn’t be surprised)

34. Do you need a haircut? Yes

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? If I try

36. When was the last time you ate popcorn? It’s been a while. I finally learned that popcorn is not worth the dry cracked lips and the kernel shells stuck in my teeth and gums for all eternity

37. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Cheap restaurants. The more expensive they get, the less I enjoy the atmosphere.

38. Is your name common? In Australia it is, but not in Spain.

39. Do you look older or younger than your actual age? Younger. I got asked ID the other day for the first time in like 6 months. And also a cab driver thought I was 16.

40. Were you ever a Pokemon fan? Yes

41. If you could get rid of one season, which one would you choose? Six

42. Have you ever performed in front of a large group? Yes

43. Are you hungry right now? No, I’ve eaten so much today

44. Have you ever had the chicken pox? My brother got the chicken pox during the school holidays with the whole fever, mild hallucinations, etc. So mum went and got me the vaccine (the last needle I was ever scared of bc in the end it wasn’t so bad). Then I got the spots start to show up and school had just started again so I got 4 days off school. We later found out that because of the needle I wasn’t contagious at all. I never had a fever or illness at all, just the itchy spots. My brother was pissed. 44. How often do you do laundry? About once a week.

45. Do you know anyone who snores? Both my parents, the last guy I slept with, this one guy I was friends with in school. Nobody else immediately comes to mind. 46. Would you make a good movie critic? No, I’m too nice. 47. What goal are you aiming for this year? Pay off debt and start saving again so I get the fuck out of Brisbane again within a year or two. 48. What’s the farthest you’ve walked? In one day? I think about 25-30km 49. What does your favorite shirt look like? I think my current fave would be my dark red tshirt with little white birds on it. I also like my denim button-up and my netflix tshirt 50. What made you feel most accomplished in you’re life so far? Being able to earn enough money in a job that I love to be able to move to Europe for a year after learning a whole new language. 51. What can’t you afford but wish you could? I can’t afford to stay in Spain :(

Last 10 people in your Facebook messages inbox: (I’m excluding group chats)

1. Joh

2. Me (had to write a number while on the phone and didn’t have a pen)

3. Kym

4. Emily

5. Bronwyn

6. Dad

7. Aman

8. Pegler

9. Leisa

10. Brenda

1. How long have you known 1? 4 years

2. When did you meet 2? At birth

3. When was the last time you saw 3? Yesterday

4. Have you and 4 ever gotten into trouble together before? No

5. How old is 5? 47

6. Have you ever taken a shower at 6’s house? Many, because I grew up in that house

7. Have you ever taken a dump at 7’s house? Lol, no.

8. Have you ever thought about going out with 8? No

9. What about 9? She’s my auntie

10. Would you ever go out with 10 or ask 10 out? No, she’s my dad’s friend

11. What’s the best memory you have had with 1? Too many to choose just one

12. What’s 2′s lastname? yeah nah

13. Would you ever take a bullet for 3? Probs not, soz

14. What would you do if 4 died? I'd be sad

15. What would you do if you found out 5 killed someone that you were related to? That would be horrible since we’re related to the same people

16. Would you take care of 6 if they were sick? Yes

17. Would you kill 7 if it was the only way for your other friends to survive? Yeah... if it was the only way then I would

18. Has 8 ever cooked for you? We lived together for 3 years but I don’t think so..? Maybe we occasionally offered each other leftovers but we never specifically cooked for each other

19. How many times have you and 9 fought? Never in my memory

20. Have you and 10 ever cried together? No

21. Have you and 1 ever kissed? Lol yes every time we get drunk together

22. Do you ever dream of 2? Almost always

23. Is 3 a boy? No.

24. Does 4 have any kids? No

25. Do you want to marry 5? I do not want to marry my aunt 26. How did you meet 1? At an event we were both at and then we ran in the same circles

27. What was your first impression of 2? I do not remember when I became self-aware 28. Would you ever date 3? No. She is my dad’s married friend with 3 kids 29. Are 4 and 5 friends? They have never met

30. Who is 6 going out with? Sharon, who he lives with 31. Is 7 a boy or girl? I feel weird calling him a “boy” because I used to sleep with him. He is a man. Aman, a man. A man called Aman. 32. What would you think if 8 became your stepbrother/sister? I don’t think either of his parents are a suitable match for my parents but he’d be a kickass brother 33. Is #9 a dork? No, not really

34. What is a random fact about #10? She’s Irish 35. Who does #1 have a crush on? Probably his boyfriend 36. Does #2 have any stalkers? No, I don’t 37. If #3 said they were in love with you, what would you say? It would be very inappropriate and I would say that it makes me uncomfortable.

38. Is #4 hott? I’m sure her husband thinks so. She is pretty though. 39. Who is #5 best friends with? idk 40. Does #6 have good fashion sense? Not especially, but if he tried to dress young he’d look worse. What he wears works for him. 41. Is #7 single? I think so. If he’s not then I’d wonder why he’s messaging me and saying he wants to meet up when I’m back. 42. Would #8 and #9 make a cute couple? God no

#Other potential titles:#my hands don’t look like my hands #kernel shells stuck in my teeth and gums for all eternity #a cab driver thought I was 16 #I do not remember when I became self-aware #A man called Aman

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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college! minhyung

a/n; inspired by a series of unfortunate events that happened to yours truly, and it’s my first time writing a college au so please enjoy:’)

major: music and audio tech

mark really liked music and making music so when he heard there was a course for it he immediately signed himself up for that

and he’s in the school’s dance club,, a very underrated dancer

tbh he partially got in because of his looks

also an underrated visual in nct

but mostly because this boy got those sick moves and he does music too?? yes please

i’m not saying that he’s the campus hottie but that’s exactly what i’m saying

but he’s really low-key and just wants to pursue his passion in music

and do well

you and mark met through this thing where you get admitted early into a course you like

you,, chose communications and media management or mass communications, as you would like to call it(i shall refer it to cmm)

and mark was there for the early admission exercise too because he had it as a backup if he couldn’t get into music and audio tech

at first the whole room was super tense because,, cmm is fiercely competitive

and you needed more than just language to get through this whole thing

when you arrived, you took a seat at the back because,, isn’t that what students do

and then mark came into the room like a really awkward bean

literally bows to everyone while saying excuse me

and he takes his seat beside you(!!)

you were lowkey screaming because,, why would someone as hot as mark sit beside you,, an average girl who just wants to get into the damn course

and your school didn’t had guys like that

let’s take a moment to imagine mark in casual clothes, like that red lacoste polo tee and ripped jeans and black vans and a kanken?? did that made your heart race? because it made my heart do just that

ya’ll know exactly which pic im referring to

so you decided not to be a chicken and make friends w him

“i’m really nervous,, i’ve yet to internalize my script for the screen test later”

“same,, i’m more worried for the written test tbh” with that shy smile of his

ok b4 we move on there are 3 components of your early admission exercise thing

1. written test 2. screen test 3. interview

and basically you have to go through all of that lmao

ok let’s get back to the story

“i’m sure you’ll do well, uhm..”

“mark”

“mark, yep”

“and you’re?”

“y/n”

“that’s a pretty name ^^”

you swore your heart dropped

fast forward to the interview, you and mark were in the same group

and the damn lecturers had their radar on you bc wow reader you’re a catch

“so y/n, we saw that you write fiction in your portfolio, right?”

you broke into a sweat bc they ain’t gonna reveal that you write fanfictions in front of mark

“yeah i do”

“so could you please come up with a plot and characters for a current affair you know?”

you were pretty shook because fanfic ideas only hit you when it’s the right time(ff writers do you feel me)

so you were stuttering,

“i lost my childhood friend in a tsunami??”

and the lecturers literally cracked up at your idea

but they couldn’t blame you though, its hard to come up with an answer on the spot

at the end of the interview, mark was also lowkey cracking up

“omg i can’t believe you said that y/n, but i gotta admit it was pretty creative”

“i know right, why did i say that…”

“i thought it was really creative and different though, i liked it”

there goes your heart

fastforward to the beginning of the school term

mark and you exchanged numbers on that day and when you guys received the results of the posting he wasn’t in cmm but music and audio tech

tbh you were rlly happy for him bc you guys were convenient friends from that day on and he was so excited and passionate about making music its just so so heartwarming

and well, the first assignment the lecturer gave was about a collaboration?? article

it can be between any student as long as its a different major

and it applies to every student on campus gdi

so the first person that came to your mind was mark

so after your lecture you ran straight to the block mark’s lecture hall was at

and as soon his lecture ended you ran up to mark who was busy chatting with his newfound friends

“mark! did you get the collaboration assignment?”

“yeah i did, why?”

“c-can i collab with you?”

and all his friends were all stunned like,, why is this girl suddenly coming up to mark to collab

“s-sure, why not?” with the mark giggle, you know what i’m talking about

“good, i’ll see you soon then,” you winked, leaving mark dumbstruck

and when you left your heart was leaping out of your chest and you mentally slapped yourself for winking at mark

anyhow, you and mark would meet up every other day to work on the assignment, with mark as your protagonist of your article

and mark makes a music piece, as you take part in producing the music piece

but the song is actually about you!!

basically mark talks about what he learns in the course, like making music and stuff

he also plays the guitar which is a plus

whilst you guys were collabing

mark gained attention for his insanely good looks, which he often denied and pushes the campus hottie title to taeyong,, his senior

and also his music making and lyric writing talent

have you seen his rap freestyle in snowball project??? like how did you even mark lee

and you gained attention for your writing, one of the top cmm students in school with a bright personality and media sense

and rumour goes around the campus that the best students of both majors are collabing and are already scoring those As lmao

that rumour was true and everyone was looking forward to the finished products of the geniuses of the school

while you two were collabing you two got to know more about each other

and you know,, you,, like,, like,, each other its so cute

you two keep sending signals to one another

for mark its adding smileys to his texts and a few hearts and like holding the door when you enter the recording studio and all those gentlemanly stuff ugh so sweet

for you,, its just more affection and skinship and playful slaps on the shoulder

the rest of the school; “pLEASE DATE ALREADY”

both of your friends literally could sense those signals but the both of you couldn’t

so on the last day of doing the assignment you and mark would show each other’s completed assignment

you showed mark your article of him, alongside with a candid picture of him working on the music you took secretly

“omg y/n,, this is so good, thank you so much”

“you’re welcome mark,, it’s nothing,, really”

and mark showed you his finished music piece and you were so proud of him because the song actually sounded legit and not by a college student

after the music ended, mark looked at you seriously and started fiddling with his hands

“you know,, y/n,, i’ve been wanting to tell you this in the longest time…”

“what is it?”

“that,, i really like you,, since the d-day we met, i really like how you are so passionate about writing and stuff… and how pretty you are and…”

“i like you too, mark, i really really like you”

and the you two hug and boom youre dating aAAAA so cute

dating college!mark would be the softest thing ever

he would memorise your favourite drink and buy it for you every morning without fail

you reckon mark would be broke by the end of the year from buying your favourite white chocolate mocha from starbucks every morning lol

and wait outside the girls’ dorm for you

and the main point is he looks good while waiting for you that sometimes you come down a lil later to just take candid pics of him waiting for you LOL

if mark’s lectures end earlier than yours, he would wait for you outside your lecture room like omg sweetest boyfriend ever

basically you guys are like inseperable

but he’s a lil shy with the pda during the first steps of the r/s so expect loads of blushy mark

but when he’s warmed up to it he’s like the clingiest baby ever

he does give you space tho,, which youre thankful for

and when he stays up too late to do his music assignment you would creep into the studio to bring him some snacks and coffee

and make sure he gets sleep because this boy can’t be stopped unless youre around

you joined the dance club soon after he joined an like you two are the literal power couple with the visuals and talents just,,, debut together please

when ya’ll did 1million dance studio’s All I Wanna Do choreography iT WAS LIT AND SLAYING EVERYONE WAS CHEERING

mark is generally rlly shy with compliments so you always compliment him so that people dont take advantage of his humility if that makes sense

like there was once he had a group project and je did most of the work and everyone was like “mark you did all the work!! this isnt a group project”

mark was like no omg my teammates did the work too

and his jackass teammate was like “oh mark only did half of the work and we did the most”

you were ready to fight that asshole and mark had to literally hold you back

mark really likes it when you steal his hoodies and wear it to lectures bc you look so cute in them

and his graphic tees too this boy has gr8 fashion ngl

when the break rolls around you guys would go cafe hopping and eat till your stomachs were almost exploding

and also shopping for clothes and all that

mark was willing to be your human guinea pig when you buy makeup when your hand runs out of space for swatches

and when its time to pay mark just shoves his credit card to the cashier and youre like

“mark youre gonna be so broke thats $128 worth of makeup”

and you pouting and mark had to use his fingers to lift your lips up into a smile

“you’ve done so much for me for just being my girlfriend, babe, just let me pay for it this once”

and it was the 34th time he paid lmao

anyhow dating!college mark is all pure and fluffy and innocent

please give mark lots of love

#fluffy writes #mark lee #lee minhyung #mark lee scenarios #nct #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #nctwriters

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