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for the rest of ours ᡣ𐭩 song eunseok

୨♡୧ WORD COUNT: 13.4k ୨♡୧ PAIRING: riize's song eunseok x female!reader ୨♡୧ TAGS & WARNINGS: chaebol heirs!au, rich kids!au, one sided enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, angsty at the start, overall fluff, reader is selfish and mean to eunseok for a good chunk of the story, brief unrequited love but y/n is an unreliable narrator tbh, second chance romance, she fell first but he fell harder trope, drinking, partying, non linear narrative

୨♡୧ SYNOPSIS: you find song eunseok to be utterly and despicably insufferable. too bad he's your fiancé since birth! and there was nothing you could do about it!

୨♡୧ NOTES: OHHHH im having such an intense eunseok rot that i had to write the most gut wrenching and nonsensical piece that becomes to sickeningly fluffy at the end. theyre just so in love with each other and there's literally no plot at all!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey one of the worst pieces i've written in recent times since i rushed it but i will edit and add scenes and plot in the future :> but for now, enjoy! ♡ i.b let my by zayn at the end :)

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It may be disturbing for some and horrifying to say, but your eyes hadn't even fully formed in the womb to open and your limbs weren't even well defined enough to have joints when your life was signed off to another's. For goodness' sake, it had barely even been a month since your tiny, minuscule heart started beating! What would the Song's have done if you grew up ugly?

You sighed to yourself, muttering under your breath how Korea's third richest family should be grateful you were akin to art in anyone's eyes. You were looking through the dusty photo albums that the housekeeper found while tidying the primary study of the mansion, and you grimaced at the photos of your fiancé that appeared from even the very first page.

It was bad enough that you were engaged before you were born, but did he really have to attend your birth? He probably didn't even have memories then! But there it was, under your fingertips: a perfectly preserved photo of a 3-month old Eunseok bundled up in sleep suit being posed next to where the nurses placed you after they literally just took you out of your mother. You don't even think the umbilical cord had been cut yet.

"Y/N, Mr. Song is outside," your favourite housekeeper coos at you from the double doors going into the study. You give her a terse smile and stand up from your father's office chair, straightening your silk gown before taking her hand as she helped you down the marble stairs of your home.

You roll your eyes (mostly to yourself, but you didn't mind if he noticed) as you saw his car parked at the bottom of the stairs leading to your front door.

"You can't even be bothered to come and collect me? Or open the door for me?" you sneer as soon as you settled yourself into the passenger seat.

"Well hello to you too, my lovely wife," Eunseok smirks, immediately revving and setting off around the fountain of your courtyard.

"I'm not your wife," you snap, deciding to ignore when the word 'yet' seems to slip under his breath, "But seriously Eunseok? This car? I'm going to look so stupid trying to get out of this car in my dress and heels. Why do you love sitting on the floor so much?"

Eunseok has an extensive car range. One that any car junkie would envy, but Song Eunseok knew nothing about cars. He just had them because he could. This car was a sports car where you had to sit in such a ridiculous position just so the car could look cool on the outside.

"It's white!" he defends himself, slightly whining in a cute way to which you swallow down a positive reaction. His eyes flicker over to you momentarily and his tongue traces across his bottom lip, "You look gorgeous, by the way. Very bridal."

You're wearing a white silk dress that looks like it's made for your body. It's draped so beautifully around your hips and hugs every part that needs to be accentuated. You loved this dress the second you saw it in Paris, but you never thought then that it would be used for this occasion.

"Just shut up and drive," you quip. It takes a few moments of silence for you to feel bad even though his expression remains neutral and you sigh, "I guess you don't look too bad."

"Aw, I knew you were in love with me!" he teases again, a phrase he liked to use every time you said something to him that wasn't snarky, sarcastic or an insult.

You choose not to reply, instead taking in the bright lights of Seoul as he pulls into a main road. You haven't been back in a while, holing yourself up in your penthouse in Manhattan, but you always loved the sight of home.

"But seriously, Y/N," Eunseok coughs to get your attention, his voice dropping down low and suddenly serious, "This actually might be your last chance to back out of this. Just say the word and I'll turn this car around and take you straight to Incheon and you can run away around the world long enough until they find me a new bride."

You turn to look at him, perplexed by his words, "And you? You actually want to get hitched off to some random?"

Eunseok shrugs, not meeting your eyes, "You're not some random. I've known you since you were born. I've known you'd be my wife since the day I could understand what that meant. But if I have to find a replacement because you don't want to do it anymore, I will."

"Gee, ever the gentleman," you deadpan, "I think want is a pretty strong word. I don't want to marry you, but I guess I will."

"You're not backing out? Not leaving me looking stupid up on the altar?" Eunseok taps his finger on the leather steering wheel.

You think about his words sincerely. There's really nothing more in the world that you'd love than to run away to a small little town on the southern coast of Italy- somewhere quaint and quiet where you'd find love and spend the rest of your days cooking, cleaning, baking and finding peace in the ocean. There's nothing more in the world that you want more than for someone to ask to marry you because they were in love with your soul and not having you by their side would be like torture in the cruelest form.

Alas, you're Kang Y/N of the powerful Kang family, the eldest child of your father and the next heir waiting to take over the conglomerate. And because you're Kang Y/N, the eldest daughter of the second richest family in Korea, you were contracted to marry the first son of the third richest family in Korea. After that, your companies would merge and you would overtake the Kim's as the sole ruler of the country.

"It's my duty," you swallow nervously as you begin to recognise the streets of where you were driving, signalling that you were soon approaching the venue, "It's fine, Eunseok."

"I wish it wasn't just fine. I wish this was what you wanted." he breathes out and your heart stops beating for a second before anger seeps in through the cracks of your heart.

"Do you think it's any girl's dream to marry someone that doesn't love them?"

Eunseok sighs as he presses on the breaks, moving through the lifted barrier where they had closed a portion of the street in anticipation for his car and your arrival. He twists his body to look at you, "Y/N-"

"It's fine, Eunseok," you grit your teeth as you repeat your words, eyes trained on the paparazzi camped out on the steps of the venue, eager to get a glimpse of you, "Let's just get this engagement party over with."

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Song Eunseok had to follow you around the world like a lost puppy.

When you said that you wanted to go to that boarding school in Switzerland where only the richest sent their kids, Eunseok was in the seat next to you on that first class flight. When you said that you were going to Oxford to study for your undergraduate degree, Eunseok was tossing away his dream to study at Harvard to join you getting drunk at 18 under the grey British sky. When you said that you wanted to do your masters at Columbia so you could live in New York City, Eunseok was moving into the apartment across yours while he worked at the company his dad created in New York just for him to have something to do there.

If you said jump, Eunseok had to say how high?

That was just the name of the game considering the Song's had more to gain from this arrangement. Your family was richer. Your family was in a greater range of industries. Your family's money went back a lot further than the Song's. And you- you were the most stunning woman in Eunseok's eyes and because of him, you were stripped of your choice to fall in love. That's why the Song family gave you princess treatment from the second you were able to demand things.

You had protested until your vocal cords went raw when they found out that they were sending Eunseok to university with you. For years up until you turned 18, you had imagined finally getting away from Eunseok for once, even if just for 3 years. He had always talked about Harvard and with the grades to boot, you thought that you'd finally have an ocean separating you.

It certainly wasn't an easy fight at the airport as you threatened to drop out of university the second that you even stepped foot into the new country. All your father did was bat his eyelashes and give you a heartfelt, "Please, princess? Just do this for us."

The phrase 'just do this for us' nearly knocked you sick nowadays after over 2 decades of hearing it spew out of your father's mouth. Ultimately, yes, you were lucky to have such a loving family that never pushed anything evil or truly despicable onto you. This was the one thing they needed from you. They obliged every want and wish for the trade-off of giving your hand in marriage to the Song's first born son.

In June of your third year of university, a couple months out from your graduation, Eunseok turned up at your door completely drunk.

"What are you doing here?" your arms were crossed tightly, trying to cover as much of yourself as possible as you were clad in the smallest pyjamas for the British summer heat.

He grinned goofily up at you, eyes lazily fluttering open and closed, "Hi, Y/N. I'm drunk." He was leaning against the doorway, nearly making out with the frame.

"I can see that," you sniffed the air and grimaced, "And smell it. But what are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit my lovely fiancée on her 21st birthday?" he batted his long eyelashes sweetly at you, taking one step into the apartment. You gazed at him hesitantly, taking one step back.

"I don't think anyone would appreciate their fiancé turning up on their doorstep piss drunk at 2am," you spat, "If you truly wanted to wish me a happy birthday, you would have left me alone."

"I lost my keys," Eunseok groaned, "I didn't know where else to go."

It should be sweet that out of all the places he could have chosen to go to in the city, he went to yours. Instead, it made you feel angrier.

"Eunseok, stop bothering me," your words contrasted your actions as you pulled him into your apartment and locked the door behind him, "Go sleep in the spare bedroom and leave as soon as you wake up. I'm going out for breakfast with my friends tomorrow so lock the door behind you and keep the key with you 'til you see me next." You pulled the spare key out of the drawer and placed it in his pocket.

Like a pathetic dog, Eunseok followed behind you as you led him through the apartment your parents had bought for you.

"Can I sleep with you?" he murmured.

"In your dreams, Song," you retorted, stopping in front of the spare room door, "Plus, you stink like shit."

"Ah, it's okay," he sighed dreamily, resting his head against the door, "We have the rest of forever to sleep beside each other."

You let out a frustrated screech, shoving his chest, "Can you let me live in peace? Why do you have to keep reminding me?"

"In the hopes that one day the thought of it won't make you sick or angry," he replied, opening the door of the room.

Your strong gaze faltered, "What are you- in love with me?"

"No," Eunseok shook his head, "I could learn to though, if you wanted me to."

"The only thing I want from you is to be far away from me," you ran your hands through your hair to soothe yourself, "And even that you can't do."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Thanks for letting me stay," Eunseok gave up on his tyranny and dropped his voice, "Happy birthday."

You muster up a near half-smile, turning to return to your bed where you'd be tossing and turning until your alarm went off, "Goodnight Eunseok."

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The worst thing about your arrangement with Eunseok was that it was kept secret.

Of course, it was an open secret in your families and to the company- and there were always rumours about it since you two ended up always together around the world. But it wasn't like it was announced to the world at any point to protect the prospective merger happening when you and Eunseok came of age.

That made relationships very hard indeed. It always had to end in heartbreak, at least for the other person.

The two of you agreed that you could see other people if you wanted to, and you agreed on this the same day you had your very first heartbreak.

"Eunseok, can we talk?" you poked his side to catch his attention. Eunseok was bouncing his basketball up and down while he spoke with his friends just outside the school courts. It had been 2 months since you moved back to Korea after spending 3 years in Switzerland at boarding school, where you quickly became homesick. Eunseok followed you home immediately.

Your fiancé bid his friends goodbye and gave you a sweet smile, "Yeah of course. What's up?"

You led him to the adjacent square that was thankfully deserted and settled just under the bloomed cherry blossom tree in the middle, "Um."

Eunseok giggled at your hesitancy and pushed your hair behind your ear, "What is it?"

16 year old you blushed terrifically at that moment, highlighting your plump cheeks and shining eyes as Eunseok peered down at you.

"I know this is um, pretty stupid," you began, breaking his stare and looking down at your Prada loafers, "Well basically, my friend Jimin- you know Jimin?- she told me to-"

"Just say it, Y/N."

"I like you?"

It came out more of a question as you quirked your eyebrow up at your fiancé.

His eyes went wide, taking in a deep breath, "Y/N. You," he paused, "You like me?"

"Yeah," you exhaled, "Is that so bad? We're going to get married someday."

Eunseok looked around and noticed his friends turning the corner to the courtyard, presumably to look for him, "Look, Y/N, I'm sorry but I thought we were going to, you know, try experience life like how others do and meet people and do whatever we want to until they tell us we need to get married. I didn't think we were obliged to date."

Your eyes began to water and your lips began to quiver as sheer embarrassment sunk into your bones, "So what? You want to date around?"

Eunseok reached out to cup your face but you quickly took a step back, feeling humiliated and slightly bettayed, "I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't know you felt like this towards me. Look, can we talk later? I'll swing by your house after basketball practice, okay?"

From the ages of 0-16, you would say that you and Eunseok were close childhood friends. Even though you had no concept of marriage or love, your parents had forced the two of you to be together through every occasion with weekly play dates and attending the same schools. When you finally understood what being engaged to each other meant at around 12 years old, it made you swoon that you were going to spend the rest of your life with your best friend, who you'd always found endearingly cute. He became more handsome as the years went by and at 16, he was the object of all of your desires.

He was manly, he was protective, he was sporty and most of all, he treated you so well. He would run around town with you no question to go shopping and indulge you in all of your cravings even if you needed to have ice cream at 10pm in the dead of winter. He would take the train with you all around Switzerland to see different lakes and ski resorts. He would help you study in the library and pass you your favourite snacks whenever it seemed you were getting tired. He would give you his jacket on the breezy nights watching the local sports matches.

You were so blinded with your affection towards him that you had convinced yourself that he did those things because he liked you back. Because he wanted to treat his future wife well.

The day Eunseok stamped all over your little heart was the day you waged a one-sided war against him. Eventually, Eunseok began reciprocating your snarky attitude and the rest had been history.

You told your maids and house security to refuse entry to the grounds to Eunseok that night, but because of your parents' unconditional offer to Eunseok to make your house also his home, he had spent a good part of the night on the other side of your bedroom door trying to get you to open it so he could apologise. For a man you were once smitten for, it was easy to put on your headphones and drown him out until he got exhausted and left.

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Eunseok opens the car door for you and offers out his hand. In the darkness of his car, you grimace slightly, but force yourself to take his hand and use your free hand to smooth your dress out as you exit the car. The flashes from the press are blinding and carry on all the way up to the bottom of the staircase leading into the venue your parents had hired for the evening.

You try to keep a pleasant smile on your face as Eunseok passes his keys to the valet men before wrapping his arms around your waist. It comes nearly naturally to him, from all the photos your parents had made you pose together in dating back a decade or two. But it's your first official public appearance together, so the flashes intensify and you're taken aback. Eunseok feels you stumble slightly and begins to lead you along the carpet rolled out up to the stairs.

There's shouting from every direction- asking where your dress was from, asking if you were dating, asking why you were with the 'rival' company's son all the time- nothing new to you. After you traverse up the stairs, the two of you turn around and give a small wave at the cameras. You feel Eunseok drop his head down to yours, so you nestle yourself into him a bit more. How sweet, you thought to yourself, pushing down the urge to throw up at all this fakeness.

"Last chance to run," Eunseok murmurs as the doorman opens the glass doors into the foyer.

"Are you begging me to?" you counter, "Why do you keep insisting I back out?"

"I'm not. I just feel guilty, so I'll make up a solution if you want to stop all of this," he whispers into your ear. To others, it's an endearing moment as you keep your face neutral.

"It is all your fault. You should feel guilty. I'm not doing this for you or your family, but for my family. If this is what they want, then I'll oblige," you nod your head firmly.

While Eunseok's family was definitely benefiting more from the merger, it did come with some advantages for your family too: less competition in the market, combined success superseding the current top conglomerate, and for your parents: the knowledge that their first born child was going to have someone that was born to and raised from a good and rich family- someone that would be able to take care of you no matter what and understand your life in a way no other civilian could.

You know that your parents' argument for you to marry this guy was weak- there were plenty of good, rich guys from other companies- but you had been happy with the arrangement at the start and by the time you were 16 and he was breaking your heart, the companies had already started slowly merging or putting the plans into place. It was honestly a shame to your parents that other than rejecting you, Eunseok really had no faults. He was always polite, always courteous and intelligent enough to take over the conglomerate with you when the time would come.

Eunseok drops his arm from your waist, instead sliding his finger between yours.

"Miss. Y/L/N, Mr. Song," your family's general assistant approaches you in the foyer with a tight smile, "The event is about to begin. Please follow me to the stage. Are your speeches prepared?"

"Mhm," you hum, tugging Eunseok with you behind your assistant, "The rest of the family are here?"

"Yes. They're waiting by the stage," she replies as nerves finally settle into your stomach. You suddenly can't even look at Eunseok anymore as the gravity of the situation clicks into your mind. After this, you were going to be officially engaged in front of the world and you were going to be his bride in no less than a year from now. There was no turning back anymore.

Eunseok has to shoot you a look to stop you shaking on the stage as your father and his begin their speeches about their company, and the new era and blah, blah, blah. You tune them out in order to focus on your breathing and make sure you don't barf the second you step up to the podium. After minutes of nonsense, you feel Eunseok place his hand on the small of your back, signalling you to take to the stand.

"Um," you began, suddenly losing all the lessons you had learned in your public speaking classes growing up, "Thank you all for joining us on this occassion. As my father said, we are transitioning into a new era of our company and as I take on the role of COO, we believe it's important to have good people by your side to support you. While my family and the Songs are joining together in business, we are also joining together in family," you look over at Eunseok, who gives you a reassuring nod, "Song Eunseok and I are to be wed in one year's time. We have been close friends and partners since we were born and I couldn't imagine anyone better suited to be by my side. We can go into this business partnership fully trusting each other and our companies and we would be grateful if you could give us your support. Thank you."

You step away from the podiums as gasps ring through the crowd. The business venture was nearly an open secret in the industry, but your relationship with Eunseok was based on rumours only, having never confirmed it. Now that you have, it would stir up all these new rumours- were you only getting married for the merger? Did you two actually love each other? What about all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes that had been conniving to get even a bit of your or Eunseok's time to beg for your hand in marriage?

Eunseok takes his place beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist again as your families smile together for the pictures. The engagement party also doubled as a celebration for the merger, so at least all of the spotlight wasn't on you.

You're glad that your friends are here. They're all business heirs too, since like attracted like at your school. Your best friend Minjeong attacks you with a hug the second you step down from the stage.

"Ah, my best friend is getting married," she sighs dreamily into your ear, "You know what, Y/N, at least he's handsome. It's harder to hate someone when they look that good."

"Then you marry him," you chide, half-joking, "The problem has never been his looks. It's the situation."

"He doesn't hate you half as much as you hate him," Minjeong tuts, "And he's in the same situation. He never got a choice either."

You know deep down that she's right, but you're committed to making his life hell until the ends of the earth for breaking your heart. If anyone could say anything about you, it was that you could hold a grudge.

"Whose side are you on?" you prod her arm, but she rolls her eyes and links arms with you to join Eunseok and his friends.

"Happy engagement, lovebirds," Sungchan greets you with two kisses on your cheeks, "So excited to be at your wedding."

"I'm sitting you at the back," you retort, sticking your tongue out. You hated that Eunseok's friends were genuinely nice and funny people. It was so hard to distance yourself from Eunseok when your friendship groups had been deeply intertwined since you all could walk.

"Not when I'm a groomsman, right Eunseok-ie?" Sungchan swings his arm around his friend's shoulder, pulling him close, "Now tell me, who's the best man?"

Eunseok shoves his arm off, "You can just draw straws for it."

"I'll be the best man, hyung," Seunghan grins cheekily, "I'll make sure to give a really good speech, okay?"

"It's almost as if it's a real wedding," you smile bitterly, "Jeong, you'll be my maid of honour right?"

"You have to ask me properly," Minjeong whines, "We're going to do this wedding right, okay? My best friend will only get married once. I'm not letting you let your wedding planner do everything; we've been planning our dream weddings since we were 10 so we'll do it according to that."

"C'mon Y/N," Wonbin bumps his shoulder with yours, "We can make it fun. We know you'd rather not marry hyung, but he had always been the groom in all the weddings you'd plan when you were young. Now it's like a dream come true."

"Yah, Park Wonbin," Eunseok grits his teeth at his friend for bringing up the past. You wince at the reminder as Minjeong slaps his arm.

"Y/N, I think your mother is calling over you and Eunseok to dance," Shotaro calls for you softly, and you turn around to see your mother desperately signalling to you to join her on the dance floor.

"I'll see you guys later," you bid your friends a goodbye as you follow Eunseok into the crowd.

The night crawls by. It's nearly painful as you fake a smile with every passerby and acquaintance who congratulates you for your engagement. It feels like you're getting stabbed in the heart over and over again as everyone coos over how in love the two of you seem and how they always knew you were going to end up together. It crushes you as Eunseok leans down to your ear while you dance, apologising for how this was your life.

You get into his car after the party. The ride home is silent, apart from the noise of the city around you that seeps in even through the rolled up windows. Eunseok won't even dare breathe too loud in fear of making your life even less like what you had dreamed it to be.

He pulls up to your house and you make a quick move to unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door in one motion, but Eunseok wraps his hand around your wrist gently, bringing you back down.

"What is it now, Song?" you sigh in frustration, closing your eyes in defeat.

"I know this night has made your hatred for me 10 times worse," Eunseok begins, shuffling in his seat to reach into his inside pocket, "And I know that what we have isn't real to you, but I thought you at least deserved this."

Your eyes flutter open and you look over to him. He uncurls his clenched hand, unveiling a shiny ring in the middle of his palm. You bite back the gasp that bubbles up through your throat, and you reluctantly take the ring between your fingers without looking at him.

It's exactly your dream ring. It's what you imagined the love of your life to propose with when you were younger. It's what you wanted to be someone's physical manifestation of their love and devotion to you. That makes it all the worse when it comes from Eunseok.

"I remembered," Eunseok reads your mind, "When we went ring shopping when we were young for fun because you wanted to make sure I would propose with the right ring. I hope it's still what you want."

You can't bear to look at Eunseok at all, so you clench the ring in your hand and open the door, "Goodnight Eunseok. Thank you. Get home safely."

There's 100 steps between your front door and your bedroom. It takes what's left of your energy to hold back the sobs that threaten to escape prematurely. As soon as your bedroom door clicks shut, you collapse against your floor and break down in tears.

Why did Song Eunseok have to be such a good man? Why did you have to hate him? He was yours now, and that was what younger you wanted all along. Why were you taking it out on him? You had been holding onto a grudge for so long and he had been trying to make amends in private ever since, despite going along with your whole enemies thing for his own fun.

You hated how you knew that Song Eunseok could and would give you the life you wanted. You hated how all you wanted to do was love him like it was your choice and for him to love you back like it was his. But in this world, you were privileged enough to have everything you ever wanted, aside from the choice to love whoever you wanted to.

You hated how you didn't even have a choice in loving someone who didn't love you back.

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You fought with Eunseok nearly every time that you saw him through your university years. You found problems in the way he positioned himself too close to you and problems in the way he would distance himself and act like strangers when you did complain about that. You found problems in the way he didn't talk to other girls despite rejecting you and found problems when he would go on dates after you said that.

In short, Song Eunseok was a problem to you.

Yizhuo was forcing shots into your hands and demanding that you downed them with her as you tried to tune back in to the party going on around you. You couldn't think of anything else the second that Song Eunseok walked through the door arm in arm with some girl.

It was the last party of your undergraduate university days, since exams had finished and you were going to graduate in just a couple of weeks. Someone had rented out some kind of manor in the outskirts of Oxford, dedicated for everyone to stay at and party for a weekend. You knew the organiser through a friend of a friend, but everyone that had been invited was someone you either knew personally or knew of. The spoilt brats community at your university was large, but tight.

You obliged Yizhuo's request and bitterly downed the drink, hissing as it burned through your tracts, "What is this? It tastes disgusting."

"Alcohol isn't made to taste nice," she tutted at you, following your line of sight before sighing, "I guess it's time to get you more so you don't have to be sober looking at that."

Minjeong shook her head on the other side of you, "I can't believe he would bring someone here. He knew you'd be here. So disrespectful."

You saw that Eunseok was about to turn, so you quickly spin away in order to avoid eye contact, "It doesn't matter to me. We're not dating."

"But he's your fiancé," Yizhuo stomped in defiance, "He should have some respect for you."

"Since he didn't want to date me, i'd rather him date other people. Then it just looks like he rejected me because he didn't like me as a person," you affirmed, taking another shot with Minjeong.

"Y/N, please. You were 16 when you confessed and 16 year old boys don't have the most mature outlook on life," Minjeong argued, coughing after the bitter shot, "I'm sure he's not stupid anymore. You grew up hot and he's practically tripping over his own feet trying to chase after you."

"He's not chasing me," you scoffed, "He brought a girl here."

"Oh, you're impossible, Y/N," Yizhuo cried out, beginning to slur, "What do you actually want that poor boy to do? Even I would be confused with the way you act."

Your best friends have been trying to knock sense into you since you turned 18 and Eunseok gave up his dream to study at Harvard to be with you in England. They had claimed that Eunseok realised his feelings for you and wanted to make up for rejecting you. You claimed that if that was his intention, he would have told you that by now instead of pestering you by inserting himself into your new life without reason.

"He can do whatever he wants," you turned your nose up, "I don't care about him."

"Well you better act that way. He's coming," Minjeong warned you, suddenly disappearing with Yizhuo and leaving you stranded with your fiancé walking towards you.

It honestly felt like the grim reaper floating over in slow motion before he came to collect your soul. You fought hard to control the grimace on your face as he stopped in front of you.

"Y/N," he greeted softly, leaning in to give you a hug. You stood still, but you don't push him away. You ignored the way your heart skipped a beat when he pressed his cheek gently against the top of your head.

"Eunseok,"

"How were exams? You're graduating this year, right?" his head is tilted at you, eyes focused into yours.

"Why are you even asking? I'm sure you know my plans for the next 10 years considering you're still following me around," you scoffed, "Does your new girl know you're moving to New York after graduation so you can stalk me while I do my masters?"

"Are you jealous?" he smirked suddenly, gentle demeanour disappearing, "She's just a friend."

"Does she know that? I don't care what you do, Song. I just feel bad for the poor girl whose heart you're going to break when you tell her you're engaged," you feigned nonchalance, pouring yourself another shot, "I guess it's my fault for telling you to have your fun and experience things since apparently you'll be so devoid of love when you get married."

"Y/N," he trailed off, grabbing the soju bottle that had appeared in your hands, "You know it's not like that. I didn't mean it like that when I reject-"

"Save it, Song," you rolled your eyes, "Your girl is coming. Don't go blaming me when time comes to break her heart."

You turned away in time and managed to snatch back your alcohol before arms wrap around Eunseok's and a high pitch voice squeals to him about how she lost him. You find Sungchan somewhere in the crowd and convince him to call you a taxi to take you back into the town where your apartment was. Before he could even confirm the booking, you had already disappeared into the crowd, the shots you had taken truly seeping into your blood and making your head spin.

You don't really remember what happened the rest of that night, but if you try hard enough, you can remember being tucked into a bed on the third floor, big eyes peering down at you as you tossed under the duvet, a hunched figure sat at the end of the bed on the floor and a soft voice singing you to a deep slumber.

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"It's gorgeous, darling," your mother's voice takes you out of the focus mode you're in. The sunlight seeps through the stained glass, illuminating the sunroom at the back of your house. If you look down through the windows, you'd find the garden that your mother has been cultivating for decades. The rose garden with its arches and its vines was where you'd dreamed to get proposed to when you were young.

"You think so?" you showed her the sketch in full, turning the pad, "Do you think it's easy enough to create in real life?"

"We can make anything you want happen," your mother takes a seat in the lounge chair next to yours.

"Can you make Eunseok love me back?" you hum dejectedly, shading in the corset of what would be your wedding dress.

"He does, sweetheart. You just refuse to see it," your mother swiftly utters, and you stop your drawing, clenching the pencil tightly in your fist.

"Why does everyone say that?" you growl, "Everyone but Eunseok."

"Because you act like you hate him. You act like marrying him is the worst thing in the world. You act like there's nothing he could say or do that would bring him back into your favour despite you loving him all these years," your mother is lecturing you now, "He follows your lead, my darling. He will go to the ends of the earth for you and he always has. What more does he have to do for you to accept the way he shows his love? What more can he do to have your forgiveness?"

There's tears welling up in your eyes and your mother takes the drawing pad away from you to examine the dress you had envisioned. She carries on while you chew your lip and fight back the tears.

"You're going to be beautiful in this dress. One year's time will fly by, so make amends with Eunseok by then. Even if you don't go into this marriage as lovers, at least go into it as friends. That will make your life easier."

"I don't want to be friends," you grit out.

"Mhm, you want all or nothing. Why don't you ask him, then? He threw the ball in your court when he asked you if this marriage is what you want. Someone who doesn't love you or care about you wouldn't give you the option to run away to save yourself, you know?" you hate how insightful your mother is as she grabs your left hand, "This ring is beautiful, Y/N. He knows your heart like it's his."

"Cause it is his," you choke as the tears begin falling, "And he stamped all over it 8 years ago."

"He was just a young boy back then. He's followed you all over the world to be by your side ever since. He's sacrificed his own life to make your dreams come true. You have no choice but to marry each other, but he's been making choices to give you the life you wanted," she strokes your hair gently, "Can you give the boy a chance?"

Over the years, your parents had apologised to you for putting you in such a situation. They had told you that if you truly, inside your heart, didn't want to get married to Song Eunseok, they would call the whole thing off. The marriage was a way to ensure the merger wouldn't go awry by putting you and Eunseok as collateral if one side ever did try to betray the other. Tying the two of you together in marriage was a way to prevent either families from ruining the other.

You considered putting a stop to things more times than you could count on your fingers, but selfishly, you would imagine yourself on a rocking chair on a porch, hair grey and skin wrinkly and when you would look over to see who would be on the other chair, Eunseok was the only one you could imagine with you.

"But I've treated him so horribly all these years," you hiccup, trying to stop your crying, "There's no way that Eunseok would love someone like me."

"Because you won't let him," she stands up and places the drawing pad back in your lap, "Y/N, your father and I love you very much and all we want is your happiness. We haven't opposed this marriage despite how hard you've tried to push Eunseok away because we know that if you let him, he would make you truly happy. You're the only person stopping that happiness."

You ponder on her words for a while after she leaves, adding little details to your dress. For someone who was acting like this wedding was going to ruin their life, you sure were investing a lot of your free time into it. Maybe Minjeong had gotten into your head; unless you planned to divorce Eunseok (after the 5 year clause, per the contract), you were only going to get married once, so you should at least do it in your style.

Wonbin was right at your engagement party. You'd been planning your wedding since young. You knew exactly which flowers you wanted to adorn the aisle, which flavour of cake you wanted to eat, which song was going to play while you walked down the aisle, and whose eyes you wanted on you on the other side as you did. Eunseok had always been your dream man- he was your first crush, your first love and your first heartbreak all rolled up into one devastatingly handsome package. You imagined him in his crisp suit, laughing through his tears because you just looked so beautiful, and the thought of that takes you out of your fantasy and back into the room that was filled not with tears of happiness, but of silence.

You look down at the ring. The sun is hitting it perfectly, making the diamond shimmer in the beam. You slide it off and inspect the band for the first time, wondering what size he got since you didn't even know your size. Your heart stops when you first notice it. It's so small that if you blinked at that moment, you probably wouldn't have even noticed it and you would've lived the rest of your life not knowing it was there.

You run your nail against the engraving, your breath hitched as you read it.

To the one I'll always choose.

It's always been about choice. This whole time, it's been about your freedom to choose.

You and Eunseok weren't born with the privilege of choosing the one who was going to love you so hard that it would drive you crazy. You were instead born with a silver spoon in your mouth and a signed contract that because your family was going to have a girl first, that girl would be married to the Song's first born when the time came.

There was no question or argument about it. You grew up beside Eunseok knowing you were going to spend the rest of your life together, so you chose to learn everything about him. You chose to learn that he loved playing basketball with his friends and that he became silly and unserious when around them. You chose to learn that he doted on his much younger baby brother and that he would fight anyone and anything that could bring harm to him. You chose to learn that Eunseok had a soft heart that had its very own soft spot reserved just for you- one that grew bigger after your hatred for him did as well.

While you chose to hate Eunseok for rejecting you, he chose to stick by your side anyways. He chose to join you in Oxford, even if most of his friends went to America to study. He chose to live at the block just down the street from yours, so he could walk behind you to lectures and check that you were okay every day without overwhelming you. He chose to sleep on hard floors and wake up with kinks in his neck because he chose to sing you to sleep while you were drunk and then refused to leave to sleep in a nice bed so he could watch over you and protect you in your state. He chose to take on a job in New York for two years instead of joining his father's company straight out of business school so that you had someone to accompany you on your midnight walks through New York City. He chose to give you the choice to leave if marrying him was truly a burden you couldn't bear, because your happiness was the grand reward of the consequences that he would bear in your place.

When you chose to hate him, Eunseok let love grow in the emptiness that you left behind instead. He would choose you a million times over and over again until the day you'd finally see it. Your hatred for the situation stemmed from the fact that you thought your choices were stripped away in being arranged to marry. You wanted Eunseok to love you not because he had to, but because it was his choice to.

You were too blind by your rage to see that Eunseok had been choosing you over and over again not because of the arrangement, but in spite of it. That was the greatest love of them all.

On the next sunny day, Eunseok joins you on the bench in the middle of the rose garden. You'd been sketching up ideas on how you want the aisle to look like. You were thinking light flowers along the bottom with candles dispersed to illuminate it. In your dreams, you'd get married at sunset in a glass pavilion that could hold only your closest friends and families. As the sun started dipping, the candles would take over as the source of light and bathe everyone in a soft, golden glow. In your dreams, the light would reflect onto Eunseok's face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and large, round eyes that were peering down into yours.

"What did you call me over for?" Eunseok sits on his hands and looks around. It's spring time and the garden is at its most vibrant and beautiful.

You hold out your hand in front of you, "I found the engraving on the ring."

Eunseok takes a sharp breath in, "Ah you did?"

"Did you not want me to see it?"

"I had just hoped that whenever you did see it, you would believe it," Eunseok whispered, "It's true, by the way."

"I know," your response has Eunseok turning his head so fast it almost gives him whiplash.

"You do?"

"Mhm. You chose to follow me around the world despite me hating you and you having to give up on your dream schools just so you could try to prove yourself to me. You chose to keep giving me gifts on birthdays when we were abroad since my family often couldn't make it. You always choose me. Why?"

"In part to make amends for the mistake I made when I was young pushing away your feelings like that without thought," Eunseok explained, "But for the most part because I care about you and I want to make the best of a bad situation we're in. I know that no one wants to be in an arranged marriage. I just wanted to show you that I could give you the life you wanted. That you could be happy with me."

Your heart aches at his words as you realise how truly misguided your perception of him was. You had thought that he was following you around to torment you and to remind you that you could never be free, but all this time, he was letting you live your dreams and staying by your side to show that he was supporting you.

"I've treated you so badly over the years and you still want to marry me?" you meet his eyes that have been trained on you since the moment he sat down.

Eunseok giggles and reaches up his warm palm to your cold face, "Hm, your words are harmless Y/N. You've shown your affection to me in other ways; I know you love me."

You roll your eyes and push his hand away, "In your dreams, Song."

"Mhm, actually in your dreams," Eunseok teases, "Considering you've been dreaming about marrying me for 10 years."

"And I don't know why. I must be sick in the head for that. Did you hit me in the head when we were young or something?" you retort, trying to move away from him.

Eunseok lets out a full-bodied laugh that sends butterflies through you instead of the burning rage that usually ensued whenever he was having fun in front of you. He stretched his arm around you behind the bench and pulled you closer to him, "Just admit it, Y/N. Everyone knows you've had a fat crush on me since we were teens and it's only ever grown. There's a very, very fine line between love and hate."

"I still hate you," you grumble, "This doesn't mean anything."

Eunseok drops his head down, pushing your head into his shoulder. Your first instinct is to recoil away and grimace, but Eunseok's grip on your shoulder is tight, so you try to relax in his hold.

"You'll always be my girl, Y/N. You just have to accept that."

You hum and watch the bees buzz around the rose garden, "I've always wanted the whole ordeal- the crushing, the pining, the courting, going on dates, having your firsts, moving in together, proposing how you want. I feel like that was taken away from me before I even knew what they were and even if we do those things, how would I know what's real and what's fake? What you're doing because of me and what you're doing because of the arrangement- that kind of stuff."

Eunseok's heartbeat is slow and strong, "The arrangement only brought us to each other. How can I make you believe that everything I do for you is because I want to?"

"How about we start with when you rejected me and left poor little 16 year old me heartbroken?"

Eunseok scoffs, "Y/N, I was stupid, okay? It was a mistake, I was young and I was too blind to see what was in front of me. You were still special to me back then and I have always cared for you, but I didn't know what I wanted back then. I grew up and haven't looked back since."

"And the girls you brought around at university?"

"Because you were demanding that I dated other people," Eunseok rolls his eyes, thinking about your past explosive arguments about relationships, "I just went on dates here and there, but never anything serious. I always let them know that I couldn't commit, but you know there was a line wrapping around Oxford wanting to date me."

You chuckle at that. Everyone was falling over their feet for the chance to get just a second of Song Eunseok's time, the same way he was doing to you. He was incredibly popular and girls would approach you to ask you to set them up, but you would always growl and send them on their way.

"You were only the most eligible bachelor because you're the son of the third richest family in Korea," you sneer, jokingly.

"And I'm handsome, charming, intelligent and kind," Eunseok lists off his traits on his fingers, "But everyone knows you've always had my heart."

"I don't know if I can believe that."

He shrugs simply beside you, "Doesn't matter. I can show you now."

"What?"

"We can date from now on. I'll show you how I feel. Then in one year's time, you'll be gladly getting married to me instead of having to be dragged up the aisle kicking and screaming by your family," he says it so casually that you question if the shocked reaction you're having is the abnormal one.

"Date?" you splutter out, completely bewildered, pulling away from him, "Us two? Now?"

"Why are you saying it like it's crazy? I basically just confessed to you," Eunseok crosses his arms in front of his chest and tilts his head in confusion, "Are you rejecting me? Is this payback?"

You wave your hand in dismissal, "Yah, you're really confusing me here, Eunseok. I don't know what I'm feeling right now."

He laughs again, and he's glad that he can finally laugh with you for the first time in years. He takes your hand between his and squeezes assuringly, "It's okay. We can figure it out together as we go. Just stay by my side, okay?"

You sigh into the breeze. The air was crisping up as the sky began to illuminate in visions of pink and purple. You look over at Eunseok and the reflection of the sun makes his eyes look iridescent. One thing you've always known about Eunseok is that with him, you felt safe, so you nod and squeeze his hand back, "Yeah."

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The first time you saw Eunseok again after your undergraduate graduation, it was in New York City at the end of summer.

You had spent the entire summer travelling nearly every country in Europe with your friends, while Eunseok was forced to come home and start learning how to actually work in his father's company before he started his role at the New York branch. You were glad to have this summer without him considering the two of you spent your summers together as children and as teens, your friendship groups overlapped so you also had to hang out with him.

There were endless boxes in your apartment since decorating your space was one of your life's great pleasures. The boxes were organised by room and had been shipped out from England at the start of the summer when you moved out. They'd been collecting dust, so all your windows were thrown open in the summer heat to air out the apartment and the dust. Of course you had AC, but there was something about the noise of the city traffic and the hustle and bustle travelling up to your apartment that made you feel like you were truly in the city.

The knock on your door made you groan instantly and you had to suppress the urge of banging your head into the coffee table you were decorating. You took small and slow steps to the front door, but the pattering on the door wasn't letting up.

"Already here to bother me on my first day? It's only been like 3 hours since I got off the plane," you sighed as you came face to face with your dreaded fiancé.

Eunseok rolled his eyes and pushed past your shoulders into your kitchen, "I know you missed me. I brought takeout since you probably haven't eaten and don't have any food yet." Eunseok held up a bag of his favourite Korean food in the city and placed it on your dining table, dishing out the styrofoam boxes.

He arrived in the city a week and a half before you did, moving into the apartment across the hall so he had been able to get himself settled into both his job and his city before you came to rain down terror on him.

"What makes you think I want to eat with you?"

"I bought it, so I'm gonna eat it. Up to you if you wanna starve or not," Eunseok shrugged, already making himself comfy in one of your expensive dining chairs. He took out some plastic cutlery from the bag and began to dig in to the beef bibimbap he had ordered for himself. There was another few boxes of food in the bag, all of which smelling amazing and instantly causing your stomach to grumble.

Sheepishly, you took the seat across from him and scavenged through the food. He had ordered you some tteokbokki and a stew with some rice. Either he knew you too well or it was a lucky guess. For the sake of your heart, you settled on the latter choice.

The two of you ate in silence for a while, not really looking up at each other and just staring passively at your food. Silence was few and far between when it came to you and Eunseok. It was always hushed arguing or full blown insulting between the two of you no matter where you went or how inappropriate it may have seemed to others. You were sure there were rumours that the two of you didn't always get on despite being photographed together so often, but your families' PR teams were experts in mangling all those 'rumours'.

You broke the silence first, "How's the new job?"

The heir in front of you coughs and looks at you strangely, as if he couldn't believe you would ask him that, "It's... work. Not horrible and met a couple friendly colleagues. Having this job does make me feel so grown up and responsible, though," after the initial shock of you initiating a conversation, Eunseok began blabbering about his new position at his family's company.

"Well then hopefully it makes you more mature," you snide.

Eunseok scoffed, "Trust me, Y/N, when I say that I'm the more mature one out of us. You'll find out what I mean one day."

"If you were mature enough, you'd know to oppose this crazy marriage with me," you turned your head away from him, feeling the anger bubble up again.

"And it's because I'm mature enough that I'm not," he shrugged, "Unlike you, I don't think this marriage will be the worst thing that can happen to me."

"I'm honoured," you retorted, "I don't know why you think that when all I've done is make your life difficult. Why would you think I can't continue for the rest of our lives?"

He smiled coyly at you, pushing a drink that appeared in the bag towards you, "You'll get tired, sweetheart. Then you'll fall in love with me."

You feel sick at how he's all entirely wrong. Despite that, you appreciate how he's always able to diffuse any tension between the two of you even if his words are always cocky and arrogant. z

You don't say anything to him for a long while. When you finished up your food in silence, he packed everything anyway and placed it in the correct bins. Wordlessly, he began to unpack your boxes with you, unwrapping everything bubble wrapped and placing it on the kitchen counters for you to organise. You would have protested this act of service, but he's right- fighting him all the time does get tiring.

In this light from the living room as the sun setting made your apartment glow and burst with light, Eunseok looks radiant. You hope he can't see you admiring him from the next room. It's almost as if you're a normal couple, moving into their first home and starting their new life together. It's a melancholy sight as you ponder the what if's.

He breaks down all of your boxes flat, humming to himself a song that you think you've heard at the end of parties when you'd be sat on someone's bedroom floor just talking or playing cards half-drunk. Eunseok turned his head towards you and you whipped your head away so fast it hurts your neck.

"You still have this?" he held up a mug that instantly flashed you back to 6 years ago. The mug is majority a light pink and wonky in places since you made it yourself from clay. It was a few months process making and painting the mug, but when you were 15 with the biggest crush on him, having a mug brandishing "Y/N + EUNSEOK" on it made you feel giddy inside.

"All my other mugs broke," you lied through your teeth, snatching it from his grip and placing it in a random empty cupboard, "My mother packed it for me when I moved to Oxford."

"Mhm, okay," you could tell he was smirking but you made yourself busy with the plates, "I'm gonna take the boxes down to the recycling. Do you want any more help?"

"I've had enough of you for today," you breathed out. Too much time with him truly drove you crazy, "But thanks."

"Anytime, princess. I'm just across the hall if you need me and I'll get your number whenever you get it set up." he wiped his hands on his jeans and have you that charming smile that made you fall in the first place.

You see him out wordlessly. You don't argue when he turns up the next day demanding for your number in case you ever needed anything from him (or if he wanted to come and bother you). You feign annoyance when one morning he's insisting that he ran out of coffee in his apartment and wanted some of yours. You leave him in your apartment because you were running late to class, but when you get home, you open the cupboard and try not to fall all over again when you see a matching, much lumpier, handmade blue mug that brandished the words "TO FOREVER <3" on it next to yours.

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You're tossing and turning in your seat as Eunseok shakes you gently. He laughs when you groan under your breath as he wakes you up, "Sit up. We're landing soon."

The sleep you got on the flight was long, but you still woke up incredibly tired since you kept getting woken up for meals. You were grateful that you could fly first class with separate seats and beds, otherwise you'd be much more groggy than you already were.

Buckling yourself in the seat next to Eunseok's, you yawn, "Eunseok, what the fuck is an engagement trip?"

"A trip celebrating our engagement, duh," he looks at you like you're stupid, so you shove him as hard as your tired body could muster, "Like a honeymoon but before. Never too many excuses to take a vacation. Plus, we're going to be busy this trip."

You've never taken a vacation with just Eunseok before. Sure, you've lived in three different countries together outside of Korea and gone on a couple of vacations as children and with a large group of friends, but never just the two of you with a purpose.

"I don't understand why our wedding planner couldn't just pick a venue for herself and call it a day. Why must we go all the way to Italy and do it ourselves?" you're up to your neck in work, but you couldn't protest when you found a week blocked off in your calendar by your assistant, telling you it was 'orders from above' AKA your father.

"It was my idea," he confesses with a shrug, "Won't it be nice if we actually like where we're getting married? If we chose it ourselves because we can see ourselves getting married there?"

It feels like your heart is clenching at the insinuations behind his words. He wants to get involved with your wedding planning, like it's a real wedding. You sniff and turn away from him. It is a real wedding, you remind yourself. You were going to get married legally and this wedding was real, no matter the intention behind it. No matter if you loved or hated each other, it was a real wedding.

"Yeah. Everywhere in Italy is nice so at leadt it'll be a good trip," the past couple of months since you've been officially engaged to Eunseok, you've been attempting to be nicer and hold back your retorts. You've made an effort to argue less and he's been trying to get on your good side. You've both been busy with work considering the news of the merger brought a whole new wave of problems, so you've had no time to interrogate his profession to "date" you. Thank gosh, because your heart would not be able to take that.

The plane lands soon enough and before you know it, you're in a private car going to your hotel. You were staying in Milan, but driving around Lake Como and Tuscany to tour the list of potential venues that your wedding planner had come up with. You were definitely going to be exhausted by the end of it.

The drive was relatively silent, just listening to music and looking out of the window, but when you arrive at the hotel, Eunseok opens the car door for you and snakes his arm around your waist as you walk up to the front desk, "Hello. We're checking in to the penthouse suite. For Song?"

The hotel clerk smiles sweetly, handing over your keys swiftly, "All ready for you both, Mr Song. Congratulations on your engagement."

You're spluttering a thank you with flushed cheeks as Eunseok drags you over to the elevator, "You told them?"

"I just wanted the free champagne that I assume will be up there," he grins cheekily and you roll your eyes. As if he couldn't afford it.

You are however delighted to find a small cake beside the bucket of ice cold champagne and you dig into the red velvet goodness as you watch Eunseok open up your suitcases and hang your clothes up in the master bedroom wardrobe meticulously. You're halfway into the cake when he drags his suitcases out of the room.

"Wait, where are you going?" you frown.

Eunseok snickers, "To the other bedroom? Why? Do you want me to stay with you?"

"Oh. I just didn't know there were two rooms." you say sheepishly.

Eunseok stops in his tracks, hand on his suitcase loosening, "So you went into this trip okay with the thought of sleeping with me? If so, I'll stay here with you then."

"No!" you call out, "Just- just shut up and go."

The smirk on his face is smug as he nods and continues his leave, "Alright, sweetheart, but let me know if you get nightmares and want company."

You bear the butter knife at him and he laughs melodically on his way out. You pop the champagne yourself and drown a glass down, hoping you'd be able to make it out the trip unscathed. He's running into the room with a pout after hearing the loud pop of the corkscrew, so you pour the both of you a glass and you clink them together as you chugged them back.

The days pass by similarly. You wake up and have breakfast together before embarking on a sleepy drive to a venue. You have lunch in endless terraces and gardens under the sun, basking in the heat and evaluating the venue you saw that morning. You both ooh and ahh at different venues that all look the same before you find a flaw in it that stops you from making the decision to host one of the most important days of your lives there. Some are too big, some too small, too pretentious, not pretty enough, the flowers aren't the ones you envisioned, the location too secluded or not enough. You always agree on the flaws of the venues and it's the penultimate full day when you make it to the final venue on the list.

"If I don't like this venue then I'm not marrying you," you huff in the car as it pulls up the driveway.

"Who knew wedding venues were so complicated?" Eunseok exhales in frustration, "Should we just get married in Seoul?"

You puff out your lips, "Italy was always my dream, but I was naive to the process."

Eunseok smiles and takes your hand, "I have faith in this one. At least I hope." The commitment he has to giving you your dream wedding despite it all is unwavering.

When you enter the final venue, you think that maybe it was the last on the list for a reason, since you're blown away every step you take through the grounds. The hallways to the main room is ornate and delicate at the same time, with pretty floral paintings wrapping the walls and big windows letting in the golden light. The room where your reception could be held is stunning with murals all over the walls and a dome ceiling that compliments it perfectly. It's neither too big, nor too small and there's little nooks and crannies for guests to nestle themselves in. You could see yourself in the middle, slow dancing with your head on your husband's shoulder.

"This is nice," Eunseok awes, coming up behind you with the grounds manager, "Very pretty."

You nod in agreement and ask to see the gardens, since you always wanted to get married outside in the sun. The manager gushes over the outside while she leads you out and your heart is pounding in anticipation. Eunseok probably guessed how giddy you were, because he joins you by your side and gives you a hopeful look.

"We're here. Most brides start from here and have the aisle straight down to the arch."

She throws open the double doors and you gasp in admiration at the sight in front of you. The stairs going down to the garden seen steep, but grand. You envision that your father could probably help you hobble down to the garden, where it was staged as a wedding venue. There's chairs laid out in rows, decorated in tulle and bows with an aisle adorned in flowers. At the end of the garden, there's an arch with vines wrapped around it and flowers creeping up. From where you were standing, you could see that this garden was actually on a balcony overlooking a lake that seemed to be glowing and sparkling as the slight wind caused some ripples on the surface

"I'll give you two some time to explore?" she proposes, to which Eunseok nods and wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging you down the stairs.

"First impressions?" he's looking around with blown out pupils as the two of you reach the bottom of the stairs and the beginning of the aisle.

"I like this one a lot," you shyly admit, "It's exactly what I imagined."

"I love it as well. Why don't you walk down the aisle and see how you feel. Imagine yourself on the day," he's taking off in front of you, running swiftly to the arch before you could even take a breath and get a word out.

At his antics, you let out a full-belly laugh and straighten out the ivory dress you happened to be wearing. You look down at the slip dress hitting your ankles and think it might be fate you chose to wear this specific dress on this specific day. You look up and find Eunseok suddenly frozen still at the other end, hands intertwined in front of him and his eyes trained solely on you.

When he notices that you meet his eyes, he gives you a gentle smile as he mouths to you, "Come here."

It takes you a few breaths to actually muster up the courage to follow his direction. You think that walking down a straight path shouldn't be such a big deal, but the thought that this could be the very steps you take to marry the same man at the end in less than a year's time strikes your heart.

The aisle is a soft and smooth stone, perfect for walking on in high heels. It's wide enough that a wedding dress wouldn't drag along the sides and knock over the flowers and long enough for anticipation to build as Eunseok gazes down at you from afar.

"Y/N," Eunseok calls over.

You take the first step and your breath catches in your throat. All you can look at is Eunseok now, with his shirt unbuttoned at the first three to expose some chest and his hair falling over his eyes. He keeps fidgeting with his fingers, as if he couldn't stand still and his lips are puckering and stretching as if he had much more to say.

The second step is easier than the first and the third one even more so. By the fifth step, Eunseok is chewing on his bottom lip and you're ridden with anticipation to meet him at the end.

With each step you take down the aisle, you're flashed back to all the crucial moments in your life with Song Eunseok so far.

You were sandbox best friends. You learned to walk together, and then ride bikes with each other. You learned to swim in the same swimming pool that still remained in your garden. You learned to ski and snowboard with each other in the blustery mountains of the alps. You were each other's first heartbreaks when you were teens. You took your first alcoholic drink together with your friends by the Han river, faces flushed red and hearts beating out of your chests at the prospect of getting caught. You got blackout drunk together for the first time during your first week of university. You posed together as you threw your graduation caps up in the air at the end of the three years. You chased each other around New York City, running around in blocks after he snatched your phone from your grasp when you would ignore him. You begrudgingly invited him to ride swan paddle boats with you in every lake and river around the city since he was the only person that would drop everything for you at a moment's notice. You would leave containers of home cooked food outside his doors when you noticed he was getting swamped with work, knowing he had the tendency to either order too much unhealthy takeout or stop eating altogether when busy.

With every step you take to meet Eunseok at the bottom of the aisle, you accept that Eunseok has been with you for every step of your life.

He's an arm's length away when you notice his eyes are glossier than usual. Eunseok refuses to break the stare between the two of you as you arrive in front of him, exactly where you would stand under the arch if you got married at this very space.

"Are you crying?" you whisper, afraid of your own voice.

He chortles and dabs at his eyes, "It's just the wind."

"Mhm," you hum, fighting back the smile threatening to expose your emotions, "What do you think?"

Eunseok takes a bold step towards you and closes the gap between your bodies. He's closer than you've ever had him and you can nearly feel his breath on your skin. It's making you dizzy but all you can do is keep your eyes on him.

"Eunseok," you murmur in a hushed tone.

His head is drifting closer down to yours, forehead nearly touching. If you moved your face even just by a centimetre, your noses would bump and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"Let's get married here," Eunseok nudges his face forwards. You have to stop yourself from pulling back even with the drumming in your chest, "You're going to look so beautiful. You do already."

"I like this place. Our parents would like it here too."

Eunseok's eyes flutter shut as he sighs and shakes his head gently, "No, let's get married here because we want to, not because our parents would like it. Let's get married because we want to."

"Eunseok," his name falls out of your mouth like it's the most sacred word you can say.

His forehead is still pressed against yours, his eyes squeezed tight and his palm comes up to make home on your cheek, "I love you. I always have."

Sincerity drips from his words and you know that this time, it's the real thing. It's the words you'd been dying to hear him say sincerely for a decade. It's the words that underlined every fight and argument you've had as adults. He finally and bravely bares his heart to you for the first time, still considerate as he always had been by giving you the choice to determine what will end up of the two of you.

There's something different about his profession of love after all you'd experienced together. Back then, when you confessed that you liked him, the world would probably say it was just some puppy love- a silly high school crush. Something that would fizzle over and dissolve when you would experience the real hardships of life and what it could throw at you. You think that a late confession carries a profound and heartfelt meaning like no other.

"Seok-"

He cuts you off before you could finish, pulling away from you and causing you to open your eyes, "I don't need an answer yet, Y/N. I just need you to know that I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend, your husband, your partner- whatever you want me to be. I want to make you only happy from now on, instead of angry or resentful. I want to be by your side and keep following you around the world. I want everything with you."

You've never felt more sure of anything else in the world when you bounce up on your tiptoes and capture his face between your hands, pressing your lips against his. It feels like every nerve ending in your body is on fire, but at the same time feeling relief as if this was the one thing in the world that could finally relieve you from all the anger and bitterness you had been displaying and trying to internalise for all these years. Deep down, you could never ever hate Song Eunseok, the boy who has had your heart since you were just young.

He's rigid for a split second while he processes your own confession, but he quickly regains enough composure to part his lips and deepen the kiss, moulding your lips to each other's. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before and he finally understood the real pleasure of kissing someone you really love. As he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, Eunseok knows that he could do this for the rest of his life.

"Song Eunseok, I love you too," your eyes are glistening with adoration as you pull away from his kiss, "Let's get married?"

When he finally looks you in the eye at the moment you give yourself back to him, he can't help the tears that finally break free from their barrier. He's laughing as he finally pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your body in desperation of keeping you close to him. You nuzzle deeper into him and he tucks his head into your neck. His body is shaking with the laughter of relief and his heartstrings tug when he feels his shirt dampening at the exact spot where your face laid.

"You're the one I'll always choose to love," he coo's into your ear words that travel straight into your heart, "For the rest of my life, for the rest of yours."

You look down at your hand and breathe deeply as the ring glistens on your finger. The Italian sun makes it shine bright as the symbol of your love. You start thinking of what you want to engrave on the inside of the ring that you want to get him. You start thinking of the dress and suit you'll be wearing at this very spot soon enough. You're dreaming of the house you move into together and of the company you'll spearhead by each other's side. You fantasise over your future kids- the kids you hope will have his eyes and your nose. You yearn for the life you know Eunseok will give you and your heart is finally at peace, knowing it will always be him.

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chappellroansdreamgirl · 1 month

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officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

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dracwife · 1 year

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stay for tonight, if you want to.

ship: about this dream & you → mickey/tim word count: 1628 summary: what's a ship without that first meeting fic am i right. i promise the sequels will be more interesting.

"That is a complete abuse of power," Kate's exasperated voice chides him.

Mickey shoves his hands further into his pockets, "She's right Tony, you can't just lie to the guy."

"Sure I can. I'm Senior Field Agent."

"We were hired at the same time."

"And you very kindly relinquished the title to me alone! Besides, he's new. He expects to be abused."

Mickey stops walking, head tilting to the side in annoyed contemplation. Tony's confident stride falters, and he catches a second glance back towards his partner.

"What -- Mickey, what are you doing?"

"Rule of twos, Tony. I'm staying."

"Mickey, if this is some ploy to get me to say nevermind…"

"No," his voice is high, he holds his hand out and shakes his head, "Not at all. I wouldn't want Gibbs to be upset that our scene wasn't handled properly. After all, he's new, like you said. No, I think I'll stay here with him. But you better hope you can get someone else here quick, you know how awfully cranky I can be on no sleep." His smile is nothing less than that shit-eating grin Tony knows all too well. He sighs, grabs Kate's elbow gently, and nudges her forward again as they continue their trek to the van.

"You know he's doing it just to piss you off, right?" she's almost laughing, knowing smirk taunting Tony as he walks, brows furrowed ahead.

"No. He's doing it to piss me off, and because he has a crush on Agent McGee."

Mickey watches them walk away with a satisfied smile. His hands finally drop to his sides again, and as the weight of his decision finally sets in worm their way into his jacket once more. He turns, slowly at first, head down and kicking the ground as he walks to the curb, and falls exasperated onto it. His elbows rest on his knees, head on his palms as he watches his team walk away -- without him. There's almost something sad about it, but as he thinks more of it he figures it's just the bitterness of the consequences of his own rash decision that's really getting to him. If anything, there's comfort in knowing he did the right thing, unlike Tony. And perhaps Kate in her compliance…If only he was as willing to cooperate.

"Oh, uhm, Special Agent Joysz, right?" he hears the politely inquisitive voice behind him.

"That's me," he sighs.

"Are -- Are you waiting here with me?"

"I guess I am, Agent. I guess I am."

"Is this…Is this SOP for you guys?"

Mickey's head turns, he glances up towards the man that's standing above him. The way he's so happily wearing that stupid hat so proudly, the genuine curiosity in his eyes, there's almost a naivety to him that makes Mickey chuckle.

"Not at all, Agent McGee."

"But Agent DiNozzo said --"

"I know what he said. Call it his cruel sense of humor."

"...Oh."

"Sit. Talk with me. We'll be here a while."

"Oh, I don't think I should…"

Mickey rolls his eyes. Oh, to be new again, still strapped to the manuals and rules, the handbooks and procedures, clinging to them like they were life itself.

"Stand, then. Whatever works."

There's a lull in the conversation, but it doesn't seem uncomfortable. An almost invisible kinship, two sides of the same coin. Not naivety, he decides. But perhaps a hopefulness. A trustfulness, willingness to learn. A want to. He remembers his time as rookie, before he made his own path to the man he was now, sitting on that curb. He glances back again, quicker this time. Sees that same spark he knows he had years ago. A want to do right, in all senses of what that may be, or maybe what anyone might tell him is.

"You're not much of a field agent, are you?"

"I…Do a lot of…Office work. Files, computers, mostly."

"You can just say no," Mickey smiles, "I'm not going to judge you for it."

"Sorry, Sir. You're right."

"Don't call me sir. Just Mickey will do."

"Sorry."

He wants to say And stop apologizing, but with the way the agent looks at him as their gazes meet, he feels it might not be worth the effort; He can tell it's going to take longer than a single reminder to break such habits.

"First job?"

"No, I've worked a couple of cases before."

"I meant NCIS."

"I graduated not long ago, yes."

"From?"

"MIT -- Bachelor's, Digital Forensics."

"A little old for a Bachelor's, no?"

"Uhm, Master's in Biomedical Engineering."

"MIT again?"

"Johns Hopkins."

Of course it was.

McGee pauses. Tugs at the sleeve of his jacket.

"Impressive," Mickey finally mumbles. He cards a hand through his hair, which has fallen in front of his face.

"What about you?"

"...Been here a while."

"Did you ever…"

"Go to college? Yeah. Forensics too, actually. Bio and psych. Criminal Justice minor. But it was no MIT, that's for sure. Was with the FBI first, actually. Interned there. Worked CSI with them a bit. Transferred to their Special Tactics unit for a bit. Got tired of it, requested a transfer back to field work. Ended up here."

"Wow. That's…A lot. Even for someone your age."

"I'm only 26, McGee."

"...So am I, though."

Envy emanates off of them both, but their distant stares, needing to see anything but the other, the now awkward silence and gap between them keep it from ever crossing the air enough to notice.

Mickey lays back. The concrete is cold and hard on his head, but the night sky is terribly pretty when you have an open view of it. Too bad there's a surprised and nervous agent staring at him, blocking his view.

"Are you okay?"

"I'd be better if you moved about a foot to your left."

He does, after a moment of hesitation.

"So…What else do you do then?" he begins counting the stars.

"Paperwork, mostly. Like I said."

"In your free time?"

"Oh. Not much."

"You have to do something."

"Well, what do you do?"

"That's no fair. I asked first," Mickey grins, but understandably answers -- he can only imagine how strange it must be, to be asking such personal questions to a man you scarcely know. But his curiosity got the best of him -- and perhaps his heart too, the man was terribly cute, especially the way he so thoroughly answered every question thus far, tried his best to be helpful even when it was something as silly as engaging in friendly conversation. But Mickey speaks anyways:

"I do a little of this and that -- Music, mostly. I write sometimes, but I'm better at the lyrics than I am the music part. And I've been trying to understand the whole Speedrunning thing lately. Like in video games, y'know? But I'm not very good at it," he reminisces for a moment, and then grumbles to himself, "I guess I should probably just stick to playing normally."

Now he had McGee's attention.

"What game?"

"Sonic Adventure."

"...You have a Dreamcast?"

"Yeah. Controller's a bit old, though. B button sticks. It makes things a hell of a lot harder."

"I think I might have a spare."

Mickey raises an eyebrow, cautiously, "You play?"

"I used to. Not so much into consoles anymore. Not primarily, at least. I think PC is where the future's headed."

"Digital forensics, you would say that, wouldn't you?" Mickey teases, "What do you play, then?"

His answer is quick, enthused, so unlike that cautious rookie he's been talking to before, "I've been getting into more RTS games lately. Still kind of surface level, but I think I have a decent grip on the concept."

Mickey hums, and counts a few more stars, tries to remember the constellations, "I always have wanted to get into those. But I never feel like I'm smart enough for it."

Finally, the other man joins him in sitting on the curb. Mickey sits up, offers half a smile.

"Well, I think you seem pretty smart. And…It's Tim, by the way."

His smile grows, and it's genuine.

They talk, for what seems like forever, and Mickey even finds himself laughing from time to time. He's forgotten entirely about his annoyance with Tony, and even just for a second, doesn't so much regret offering to stay, as much as he is sort of grateful he did. Their conversation is flowing, and easy, and though deep down Mickey knows it's against his own best interests, he lets himself enjoy it. He allows himself to keep prodding, asking questions, smile and laugh, and to see the smile of the other, indulge in the feeling of a silly schoolboy crush on the man he'd only just met, that kid in him that never seemed to grow up, that never got a chance to. And maybe it'd break his poor heart one day soon, but if the spark of happiness it gave him in that moment was perpetual until that very minute, he was more than willing to risk the pain, for he figures that was a bridge he'd just have to burn when he got to it.

Neither notice the van that arrives, nor the two agents that step out and approach them, to relieve them of their duties.

"Before you go, Tim --"

"Hm?"

"...That spare controller, was that…An offer?"

"Sure. If you want it to be. I can drop it off to you when I submit my report after this is over."

Mickey's about to say something, something horribly stupid probably, in his ignorant bliss, but stops himself.

"What about lunch, instead? Y'know, to make the trip all the way to our office worth it."

Tim smiles for a moment, and nods.

"Yeah, okay. To make the trip worth it."

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zegredo · 9 months

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S2E1 scene 3: Park bench

Daytime, shot of the building, people, we're moving to St. James Park, we're watching the river, Crowley is sitting alone on a bench, reading the paper. He is leaning on the railing with his right hand. Close-up of Crowley. You can see the silver frames of the glasses, the sign of the snake on the right (the height of the infinity loop just below the earlobe). He is wearing a polo shirt with the button undone. A man with a briefcase in a checkered coat joins him.

M: The clarinet

M: can make beautiful music.

Crowley folds the newspaper, looks at the man

C: You what?

M: The clarinet?

M: It can make beautiful music?

C: Wrong bench.

C: You want the Azerbaijani Sector Chief. He's over there.

Crowley hides behind the newspaper, having previously pointed his head forward. The man grunts and walks away.

We hear the sound of a miracle. Crowley hides the newspaper again and we see his reflection in a small mirror. The shot shows Shax sitting to Crowley's left. She is dressed in a red coat with a large decorative bow, a beret decorated with a feather, and a red dress.

S: I brought your mail.

C: Anything interesting?

S: Bills, mostly.

Shax hands the letters to Crowley.

S: I don't understand why they won't just deliver them to your car.

C: Send the bills to Hell's finance office.

S: I did.

S: They say they can't accept my signature as your replecement.

Crowley looks straight ahead, the camera probably shows the Head of the Azerbaijani Section and the man who joined Crowley on the bench earlier.

C: Don't give them bread, you idiot

C: Ducks shouldn't eat bread.

Re-shot on Shax and Crowley

S: What are you meant to give them then?

C: Do they know?

S: The ducks?

C: Downtairs

C: Do they know you're checking in with me?

S: Crowley, I'm now Hell's representative in London

S: And Hell doesn't care how jobs get done

C: Yeah, I remember

C: They just care that somebody does them.

During the conversation, we see Shax sitting stiffly, elegantly, as she makes a point about being a representative, she drapes her handbag over her lap and becomes a bit more formal.

C: Pfffft

C: Do you ever just think what's the pint?

S: How do you mean?

C: What's the point of it all?

C: Heaven. Hell. Demons. Angels.

C: It's all… well, pointless?

Crowley shakes his head in disgust, Shax gives him an appraisal look, smiles slightly, faces him.

S: Was it always this easy?

C: Easy?

S: I keep planning complicated strategic strikes to spread misery and panic among the humans, and just as I'm about to put one into motion, they come up with something themselves which id so much worse than anything I could have thought of.

C: Yeah. Always this easy.

Crowley turns his head towards the river.

C: Antithing going on I should know about?

S: You're still persona non grata

C: Yeah

S: Beelzebub put some of the lesser demons on half-rations

Crowley nods with an "oh, interesting but ok" face

S: And something's up.

C: Up where?

S: Up… up…

Dark music plays, Crowley clearly interested in this information, turns back to Shax.

C: something big?

S: Don't know

S: We just got a rumor that something's going down in the up.

S: If you get wind of anything through your contact in the bookshop, let me know?

C: Nah, they don't talk to him anymore

S: If I learn anything that you might find useful, I'll tell you, and in return, you tell me what I need.

Crowley wears a bored, indifferent expression on his face as he hears that something has happened upstairs, looking off into the distance.

S: Got anything for me?

C: Frozen peas.

S: What?

C: That's what you feed ducks. frozen peas. They love them, and it's good for them too.

Crowley gets up and walks away, we see Shax on a bench processing the conversation they just had.

Questions:

Shax says, "I don't understand why they won't just deliver them to your car." Who should deliver the bills to the car? And why should Crowley pay any bills? For what? For a phone call? After all, the apartment is not for him? is it?

S: "They say they can't accept my signature as your replecement." Why? Why can't they?

Why Bills? What is this scene for? No need to talk about bills or if hell accepts Shax's signature as a replacement.

S: "Beelzebub put some of the lesser demons on half-rations" for what? Withdrawals? Food? What do demons even need that can be rationed? And why such a cut that looks like a systemic/collective action, not personal.

Frozen peas. And why are we talking about ducks again? And are we talking about ducks?

Why are we talking about how hell doesn't care how things are done? Why are we talking about people being better at getting themselves uphill than hell's emissaries? and that the existence of angels and demons is meaningless

Hypotheses:

Shax doesn't understand how humanity and calculations work. Crowley never bothered paying the bills, going through the paperwork. He maxed out his bills (we know from the book that he also sent a contract for electronic equipment with the note "learn")

Hell is badly organized, but hell put up Shax as a replacement. Hell doesn't know humanity either and doesn't know how to deal with rewriting property? Is this a problem at all? Will this have consequences?

This is the second time the issue of paying for something has been discussed in this episode. The first is in the Magie's rent scene. Payments can be a thing.

Another mention of payments and the fact that someone does not get it. Why did Bee decide to do this? It's possible that this is a form of motivation for the dispatch to find Gabriel, it's possible that Bee already knows he's missing.

Well, you certainly don't give ducks frozen food, you give them peas, yes, but not frozen ones. Frozen peas, however, sound almost like a fragile, temporary peace.

Because as Adam said at the end of the book, it's best for people to be left alone.

Masterpost here

The post will probably be edited and linked to subsequent posts. The post is written in my native language (not English) and automatically translated, but the dialogues are transcribed from Amazon's transcript.

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Love Doesn't Do Encores Ch41 The Galarian Star Tournament

(Just for the sake of keeping track, Piers is wearing the outfit in the pinterest link and reader is wearing the dress above. Neither images mine,etc. I also don't know Peony's wife's name and just giving her one for the story, Petunia.

Piers's outfit

www.pinterest.com/pin/1829656089709329/

Your Outfit

www.deviantart.com/scarlett-knight/art/Outfit-Adoptable-49-CLOSED-544835395)

Getting to know Oleana was cuffed and taken away finally by Officer Jenny filled you with joy no pun intended. And Piers had to struggle to get your form away from the scene..before just giving up, picking you up bridal style, and walking away with Marnie right behind him. That finally made you freeze up and stop from you being carried away like a princess. Which made Piers chuckle at your expression and his heart skip a beat holding you so close to him at last. When you were finally put down Piers convinced you to just let Kabu and Officer Jenny handle things and have lunch with then before the day was out. His treat. Oh. ..Well since he was offering- You accepted and then there after went back to the hotel and your room. You had something important to do. Once in your room you finally let lose Silver from his pokeball. A smile gracing your face as the shiny inteleon made his way out...before you had to look up at Silver. The inteleon shook his head before blinking and looking down at you and for a moment both of you were silent. ...before Silver brought his hand up to his head's height and going straight across until he stopped above your head and stared between his white hand and your head to compare his now obviously taller height. He certainly was taller. He looked even taller than Leon and Raihan did. ...And then he chuckled at how small YOU were now compared to him.

"HEY!" You frowned when he patted your head and you pushed his hand away. "Don't try that with me! Just because you're tall now that doesn't mean I'm not boss anymore." In a very human fashion Silver held up his hands still chuckling and you crossed your arms. "Well...I guess you are taller. That part's true enough."

"Inta?" He cocked his head at you.

"What? Are you waiting me to praise you?" He nodded and you sighed before chuckling yourself. "Alright." Your hand reached over to pat his shoulder. "You did do good out there. Really good. Wasn't expecting -" Your other hand gestured to him. "-this but I'll take it. But at least I won't have to carry your butt through crowds anymore. My poor arms couldn't take it any longer." Silver have an undignified grunt and you chuckled at his response. Yep. Still the same Silver. "Just kidding."

To say it was an interesting rest of the week was an understatement. Day by day went by and you did a few things. Mostly hanging out with Piers when he offered when he wasn't hanging out with Marnie or anyone else. Of course he was stopped by people. Like..A LOT of people who asked for pictures, autographs, questions, to talk- And it just reminded you just how popular Piers still was, which was why it was no surprise he ended up wearing that long jacket of his with the hood up to disguise himself just so you two wouldn't be bothered.

"Aren't you hot in that thing? It's the middle of May in the summer heat and that's a winter coat."

He ended up shrugging and not acting like it was a big deal, when really he was happy just to be able to spend some time with you without being interrupted by fans. Don't get him wrong. He loved his fans and appreciated they liked his work so much but he wanted to spend some time with you to (hopefully-) help calm his nerves before your big date the day after the tournament. He still stuttered, went pink in the cheeks, and was still nervous. ..Scratch that. HE WAS A LOT NERVOUS!! In his mind over and over he replayed the same things.

"Why would he agree to go out with me? Does she think it's just platonic?...Wait. Am I jus' usin' her to get back at Klara? Oh ARCEUS!! Now I feel terrible! Wait. She asked a question? ACK!! Piers you bloody idiot! Pay attention ta her! Gosh that confused face looks so cute on 'er- ACK!! ANSWER HER YA DINGUS!! Am I even ready for a relationship!? I like 'er a lot. Is she ready for this!? She told me she's neva been on a date 'fore! Holy heck! What if I make a bad first date!? I've neva been good at this!!! Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! I should call this whole thing off right now or at least explain we should jus' go as friends- OMG!! HER LAUGH!! IT'S MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN ANY O' MY VOCALS!!"

It was nice to be able to just do domestic small things together. Including a cute little shoppe that sold pokemon themed items and in the end you walked out clutching a cute sobble plushie to your chest with a small bag of trinkets. Piers did find it a bit strange Silver went with you everywhere but he didn't complain. Silver didn't cause trouble and he supposed it was just because he wasn't used to having his pokemon constantly out and about following him. Especially a pokemon who was taller than himself but Obstagoon was taller and more scary looking than an inteleon and he was cool with him so Silver wasn't really a problem. If he was being honest he was more of a problem to Raihan than himself anyways. Soon the days lead up to the weekend and you were woken up by the same thing. Lots of comotion early in the morning and you raced to take a shower and look presentable. Today's the day. The day of the Galarian Star Tournament. The same thing happened when you were all heading towards Rose Tower. A massive crowd in the front of hotel when you (followed by Silver) followed everyone out to the front of the hotel and plenty of taxies to take you all to the Wyndon Stadium. This time you managed to catch a ride with Gordie, Piers, and Marnie. Marnie sitting beside you and Silver and the boys sitting across from you thrJe ee. Gordie certainly seemed surprised to see a giant Inteleon sitting casually in the seat in front of him, but didn't say anything when you all took off. You excitedly looking at Piers with a smile.

"So you're going to be battling today huh?"

Piers nodded. "Yep. Dunno who with though." At this you gave a confused look at him. "Oh. Right. Ya aren't battlin' so the official blokes didn't tell ya. We're gonna be paired up with a partner for the battles n' double battle against two other people."

"Really?" Well that was news to you. "I'm assuming you're going to fight with Marnie then?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. The match ups were all picked at random by the Chairwoman herself so I could be paired up with anyone from Marn-Marn ta Leo." PleasenotKlarapleasenotKlarapleasenotKlara- OH ARCEUS!! He hoped his partner wasn't Klara. He'd give anything for it to not be Klara. He wouldn't know what to do if he was. made his nerves twist and his stomach dropped, but there was more than ten other options so the chances were slim..but not impossible so it brought little comfort. "The match ups are all already picked, so we should know by the time we get there."

And hopefully it wouldn't be Klara. It felt like an eternity when in reality it might've only been twenty to thirty minutes for you all to arrive at the stadium. And the first thing that hit you other than the sounds of the corviknight's wings and the whooshing air was the fact that there seemed to be the faint sound of something you've grown familiar too now. The sound of a GIANT crowd. Ah. You knew that all too well. One look out the window confirmed the same looking scenario that greeted you at the Champion Cup with the cheering crowds and there was Wyndon Stadium in all it's giant Pink glory. Ah. Such fond memories along with one involving the Chairman you had hoped to forget. Landing in front of the building you all got out and along with everyone filed on towards the entrance and into the stadium and into the same room you recognized from the last time you were here with a league staff behind the desk in the middle of the room and guess who was right there waiting for you all? LEON! Well him and a few others you had never seen before. One was an elderly man about Opal's age in a green jacket and long white eyebrows and copper-brown eyes. A girl with bubble gum pink hair and a bow in her hair that looked like a butterfly. ...But it was two that really made you freeze in your tracks. The first one was a blonde man with glasses with what must've been THE biggest top hat you had ever seen but that wasn't the strangest bit. What really caught your attention was the six or seven pokeballs that perfectly floated around his head without falling...HOW WAS HE DOING THAT!? But the most thing that caught your attention was the fourth person who was chatting with Leon with a big smile.

.....

IT WAS CHAIRMAN ROSE!!

Or at least..it seemed so at first. He certainly looked similar to Mr. Rose but upon further staring there was complete differences. This man was a bit thinner around the stomach than Mr. Rose, his mustache and beard was a different style, and he had a complete buzzcut. But the biggest difference was his voice. His voice sounded completely different compared to Mr. Rose. Which is why this couldn't be Mr. Rose. You ended up sighing in relief before Leon turned his head and noticed you before smiling and waving.

"Hey, Y/n! I was expecting to see you here soon!"

You gave him a small polite smile. "Uh..Yeah."..before silently pointing at the man next to him. "Who's your friend?"

His face lit up. "That's right. You never met before." He also gestured to the smiling older man. "Y/n, this is Mr. Peony. He was the Steel Type Gym Leader before he retired and it was changed to the new Poison Type Gym." His smile grew wider. "He was also Champion once."

Your eyes widened before looking back at the smile man who chuckled at your reaction and smiled at you. "Yep! 'Steel Peony' is what they called me! Nice to meet 'cha!"

His smile and body language was very positive and honestly helped to relax you more. You didn't get the strange feeling from him whenever you spoke to Mr. Rose. "Really?!"

The man, Peony, nodded. "Yep! ...Well that was before I retired from that position too. Because of that the old Champion before me had to come back out of retirement as well to take over the position before Leon defeated him."

"And that would be Mustard." Leon again pointed over and you turned to see where he pointed at. It was the other, much older man who Gloria was excitedly talking too and seemed to be introducing Kabu too. ..Wait. THAT was Mustard?! The one Leon said was the former Champion and who helped to train Gloria?? "He owns the training dojo over on the Isle of Armor. It's been a big help to train the new gym leaders and help Glory grow out of her shell!"

..You silently pointed towards them before looking back at Leon surprised. "So wait. You somehow got two ex-champions one of which is also an ex-gym leader, and two other new gym leaders here as the guest fighters??"

Leon nodded. "Yep! And Hop too!"..He then paused and hummed looking down a bit. "And well there's...two other uh...'surprise' guests too but they haven't shown up yet." He then coughed and went back to smiling as if he didn't look nervous beforehand. "But yes! The Battle Tower was to show Prince Lear how strong the future leaders of Galar can be, now he gets to see the power of the past and present all together!"

You smiled. "Hey! I think that's a great idea! I can't wait to see you guys out there!" You guessed that blonde man and the pink haired woman who you saw earlier must've been the new gym leaders Leon mentioned before since he said two guests were late which couldn't be the others you saw since they were already here when you showed up. "But who's the other guys?"

Leon grimaced instantly and he didn't anwer you at first...but you would soon very, very, VERY much regret even asking that question. Because the question answered itself with a voice.

"Well, well, well,~" A voice behind you made you completely freeze up upon instantly recognizing it. And in front of you Leon gave you the most guilty, apologetic look he could ever give to you.

No.

NO!!

ABSOLUTELY NOT!! IT COULDN'T BE!! IT JUST COULD NOT!!..Wincing with a grimace you slowly looked over your shoulder and instantly wished you had just excused yourself, pretended you didn't hear them, and went off to hide behind Piers. Because standing there were two brothers. In red and blue suits. With weird hair shaped like a sword and shield.

OH NO!!

"If it isn't Ms. Y/n. It seems your talents have only grown greater since we last met. I would expect no less from one whom we ourselves call a celebrity," the man in the blue suit spoke with a large smile before dramatically placing a hand to his chest. "It is I, Sordward!"

"And I, Shielbert," his brother added.

...You shot a glare at Leon who guiltily looked away. What were THEY doing here!? Well they answered your thoughts when they both bowed.

"A dandy duo of celebrities, former royalty, and as so it happens the sponsors of the Galarian Star Tournament! Just so it's clear, being a sponsor means paying a jaw dropping sum of money. The truth is we have both been assisting in getting this tournament off the ground for quite some time now."

"This is how we seek to atone for the terrible troubles we've caused for the people of Galar. And naturally we'll be participating in the tournament too of course. Though it's hardly surprising you did not notice us, Ms. Y/n. We always lose in a first match for whatever reason."

And they both laughed standing back up, and you again shot a glare at Leon who smiled nervously at you. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING LETTING THESE TWO COMPETE!?

"However it's getting to the point where I would like to at least have some victories to speak of!"

"If all we do is lose what was the point of using our considerable clout as sponsors to join in?"

You gave them the most deadpanned look you could muster. Screw your life. First Olena then a Mr. Rose scare and now these guys. This couldn't possibly get any worse.

"So seeing as that is the situation-" You nearly shouted as Sordward had the audacity to grab your hand and hold it with a smile. "You and I together are sure to be able to reach new heights of glory, Ms. Y/n."

TAKE THAT BACK!! NOW IT COULDN'T GET ANY WORSE!! You flinched as Shielbert grabbed your other hand sending a strained annoyed smile at his brother.

"Forgive me but I must disagree, Brother. It is I who shall share the victor's stand with Ms. Y/n."

"Hmm. I see, Dear Brother."

"Hmm. Indeed, Dear Brother."

SCRATCH THAT TOO!! SCRATCH!! THAT!! T O O!!! THIS WAS WAY WORSE THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT IT WAS!! In your panicked mind you shouted one thing that you hoped would save your sorry butt.

"I-I'M NOT COMPETING!!" The loud tone of your voice clearly caught the two off guard as they blinked at you as did a couple others....And all of sudden you felt a waft of angry daggers shooting into your side as blue eyes widened. And then narrowed at you from somewhere. "I-I'm just here to watch everyone else b-battle!" You took their stunned silence to firmly pull your hands away back to your side. "S-So no match up pairs with either of you two!"

"That's right," Leon added with a small frown. "And you're forgetting you two are already paired up with someone else by the Chairwoman."

After a silent moment the two of them looked at one another silently.

"Oh. Well I guess that does change things a bit, but it certainly doesn't lessen our joy at seeing you again. Doesn't it, Brother?"

"Indeed, Younger Brother! We're very glad to be in your prescence yet again.~"

You scrunched up your face and thought you'd die from cringe at this point. Arceus! If you were real too just like Silver now, PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS!!

"Oh hey! There's Hoppy!"

"Gah!?"

You yelped as Leon suddenly grabbed your shoulders and literally picked you up before turning and placing you back down in Hop's direction. "I don't think you two have talked today. Why don't you go over and say hi while I escort these two gentlemen to join the others?"

Thank you, Leon! Taking the chance to leave while Leon distracted the troublesome two, you took the chance to leap away and scramble through people towards your way towards Hop. Thankful to be away from THAT mess! You went right up to Hop and who was happy to start a conversation with you and you definitely didn't want them to have an excuse to talk to you again. You were just talking to him when someone else walked up you two from behind and you stiffened at first dreading it was one of the troublemakers.

"*ahem* Forgive me for interrupting when you two seem so intent on leaving the rest of us out." And then the man revealed himself as he stopped beside you and Hop...and you sighed seeing it wasn't Sordward or Shielbert. It was that blonde with the tall top hat and magic flying pokeballs. "But I don't believe I introduced myself yet. I'm making it a habit to introduce myself to everyone here if they are to be my fellow gym leaders."

A flash of realization flashed in Hop's golden eyes. "Hey. You're Avery right? From the Master Dojo?"

"As I would expect from one related to the Champion. You clearly have an elegant mind and formidable memory," the man, Avery, complimented Hop with a smile.

"An elegant...what?"

"I have redoubled my training efforts since my last defeat at Gloria's hands you see. And my efforts were rewarded gloriously!" He proudly pressed a hand to his chest in a Bede-ish fashion. "You are looking at the chosen leader of the Psychic Gym!"

Psychic gym? Galar didn't have- OH! He must've been one of the two new gym leaders. "Congratulations." You offered him with a small smile.

He chuckled. "Well our gym is still in the minor division and the Chairwoman is still working on creating the designs for our gym badges, but you can feel free to praise me some more. It's perfectly deserved of course."

"That really is amazing. I hope you keep working your way to the major division."

"Hop, rest assured that I will bring my best performance to this competition. I will be a fearsome challenger to face down."

"Suddenly I'm feeling all fired up for this. If everyone's taking it that seriously, I don't want to be the one to lose!"

"Just what I like to hear! I look forward to battling both with and against you dear Hop!" he then turned his gaze to you..and blink confused for a moment. "Oh. Pardon me. I don't think I've met you yet. Are you one of the other gym leaders or trainers perhaps?"

You shook your head. "Neither. I'm just here to watch." At that he looked surprised. "A couple of my friends are competing and I was invited by Leon. I don't think I'd be good in battles anyways. I wouldn't want to subject Silver to that. He's already been through that earlier this week. You can call me Y/n."

"Oh, I see." ...Avery then smiled and bowed to you, his hand reaching up to tip his unseemly large hat towards you. The pokeballs still bobbing around like a beach ball in the water. "Well then it's a pleasure to make the acquaintance of an elegant lady such as yourself. I do hope you enjoy the show."

"Thank you." The way he complimented you might've been considered 'flirty' but he didn't come off like that. Unlike the dunderhead duo and Prince 'Charming', Avery seemed to just ..talk. If that made sense. He also complimented Hop no problem so you didn't mind too much. "Good luck out there."

Piers's had froze upon first stepping foot in the stadium. Because toxic bubblegum pink was what triggered his response like a deerling caught in headlights. As it turns out, Raihan WASN'T wrong or actually kidding at all. She still looked the exact same as he remembered. Kawaii toxified to radioactive levels. Why..she didn't even change her hairstyle last time she saw him. Cute. Sweet. T O X I C. The headband and fluffy fake fur coat was new though. But he always took her for a material girl always concerned with her fashion. Nearly broke his heart seeing her greet everyone with her cute smile and peace signs. Rocking back and forth sweetly on her heels and her hands in front of her in that pose she always did whenever she was excited. ....Nearly. Now that he was seeing her in front of him fair away he didn't feel anymore dread. Only annoyance and anger which showed on his face in a scowl. No more fear or dread. Just a lingering bad taste in his mouth that reverberated throughout his body and shown on his face. It was easy enough to avoid her and not be noticed. Despite his black and white monochrome appearance, there was enough people for her to be kept busy as he just kept his distance going between glaring at her and just staring off. Thank goodness he wasn't alone here. His friends knew how he felt about her and would help keep her away if the need arose and it seemed Marnie also stayed away. Probably to make sure Klara didn't recognize her either and then come looking for him which he appreciated. Oh look. There was Y/n's inteleon stealing one of the worker's breakfast doughnut- ...Y/n! That's right. You came here with them. Blue eyes scanned the sea of people swarming about him silently. Where were you? Your presence would surely help to quell down his angry feelings. It was only a few minutes of looking and being careful to avoid Klara that he saw you again, and he again froze. Because he was again graced with the sight of two other people he knew and hated before his eyes. Two people with weird hair. In red and blue suits. Holding YOUR hands. And you were looking uncomfortable and panicked. He had frozen in shocked as they talked your head off for what seemed like forever before anger creeped in again and he scowled further. Starting forward fully intending on freeing you from their grasp when Leon had beaten him to it. Turning you away and nudging you in a different direction from them thank Arceus. He walked right past them after you. Looking for where you went after you left and he had just found you talking to Hop and someone else when Leon had made his announcement and began speaking off the pairs for the matches making him freeze once again. His name would be announced. And Klara would know he was finally here. Which also meant there was a possibility out of everyone here she'd be matched with him. He had stared off into space a roller coaster of emotions when Leon spoke out.

"Piers! You'll be with Marnie! Raihan's with me. Mustard will battle with Opal. Avery with Klara! Gloria shall be with Bede-" Leon looked up briefly hearing Hop yell another what from somewhere to the left of him. "*ahem* Hop. You'll be with Victor. And finally Sordward and Shielbert shall be with one another. Any questions?" He was met with silence so he nodded and handed the list back to the staff member. "Now then. We have ten minutes before we put on the show. I suggest everyone head to the locker rooms and prepare before we meet back with our partners. The announcer's going to be telling who battles who as the rounds go on. Good luck and let's all give the audience a Champion Time!"

With that everyone split to head towards the locker rooms except for you obviously since you weren't battling and instead decided to walk back up to Silver and pry him away from the poor staff member trying to shoo the inteleon off of his remanding breakfast. And someone approached you again. You felt him before you saw him. Whipping your head around and sighing in relief when none other than Piers stood there looking at you. And you smiled. Phew. It was just him. Unfortunately..those weren't the only eyes you felt on yourself because when you looked past Piers, your stomach dropped. Great. The weirdo duo were staring at you again. Looking like they wanted to talk. There was also someone else but you didn't see or notice them at all.Great. These guys would just NOT give up! Arceus what would make them go-..You paused..before looking at Piers who seemed confused at your reaction. You looked between the three men for a moment before an idea dawned on you..that made your face flush a deep pink. Ooohh no. No. No! You couldn't do that- But it was either that or deal with whatever 'courting' they tried to spring on you. Seeing your expression he turned his head to look behind himself only to snap back around when you grabbed his arm. His eyebrows rocketing up as you stared at him.

"Piers." Soft hands grabbed his cheeks and he froze as you stared directly into his eyes. "Win for me."

And then you leaned up standing on your tiptoes, and Piers felt his eyes bulge out of his head when your lips met his in a kiss. A very quick kiss that only lasted a second before you stepped back and released his face. Red flooding your cheeks as silence set in and the two of you stood there until a cough made both of you jump and turn to Leon who looked between the two of you.

"Well...Now that I have your attention." the champion cleared his throat before gesturing towards the staff member next to him. "Y/n this man will escort you up to the v.i.p balconies. Piers, if you're not uh...'busy', we should g-get going before we're late for the battles."

Piers opened his mouth, looked at you, closed it, went red faced, nodded, turned around and slowly began to follow Leon. A hand came up to softly touch his lips where yours met his in a soft embrace..only to stop again..And look up. Blue electric eyes met with deep lavender ones complimented by bubblegum pink hair which made him look surprised for a moment. A sad forlorning frown was on the others face before the rocker gave the person a deep scowl, turn, and continued following after Leon. You however refused to look back at anyone. Only grabbing Silver by the arm and pulling him along after the staff member who showed you into the elevator and up you all went. You were expecting to see that room with the windows you were in when the Gym Challenge was present but you were surprised when he didn't. Instead leading you a level higher than that and rose a brow before he lead you through a door finally to the outside..and your brows rose in awe. This wasn't just a balcony. THIS WAS AN ENTIRE FLOOR!! Empty except for a few seats/tables and a long table with more fancy looking food along with so many people. On second glance you noticed that they all must've been the gym leader's families because Mrs. G and Mrs. L was there along with Hop's grandparents. All of Gordie's younger siblings. All three of Raihan's triplets. Felix..and four other people you've never seen before. Two women with what must've been their children. One with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes wearing emerald earring, green shirt, and white pants. Next to her was a small boy with the same hair and eyes no older than nine or ten years old on a phone. The other mother and child pair were right across from then with the mothers talking. The other lady had sandy-blonde hair with a red shirt and jeans and green eyes. Next to her was a girl Hop's age who looked bored. Same green eyes as her mother and sandy-blonde hair that faded to a bright pink hear the end. They must've been some of the guest star's family. You busied yourself by following Silver and grabbing yourself some food from the table before Mrs. L ended up noticing you and inviting you to sit down at the table with them which you happily accepted. It was nice to be able to sit down and talk to familiar people and try to take your mind off the kiss earlier. Oh boy. You'd have to apologize to Piers later for that one later and explain your actions. From where you and Silver were sitting you finally saw the Prince. He was sitting with the Chairwoman at a table closest to the barred off edge and his chair was pointed to where he had a perfect view of the field and giant stadium TV below without standing or straining his neck to look down. Food in front of him, a fancy glass in his hand, his body guards standing on either side of him, his own..Waiter!? A man in a waiter uniform was right there already hurrying to replace anything the prince finished as the Chairwoman calmly sat in front of him. Guess she really did go all out to please the prince. You did pause when Prince Lear looked up from his drink over to your table and it took you staring at him for just a little bit to realize he was staring directly at YOU. Which made you pink in embarrassment. Prince Lear giving an amused smile before holding up his glass to you and taking a drink. You used the excuse of eating and Mrs. L talking to you to look away from him. Maybe Piers would get another kiss sooner than you thought. Five more minutes passed and you were about to get up to get another drink when a high pitch speaker noise sounded out amongst the crowd noises below you and the announcer's voice piped up.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND PEOPLE OF ALL AGES! WELCOME TO THE OPENING OF THE FIRST EVER GALARIAN STAR TOURNAMENT!!" The crowd cheered. Faces turned towards the field. And attention was FINALLY away from you. It was enough to make you cry in relief. "THE DAY HAS ARRIVED AND THE EXCITEMENT IS IN THE AIR!! PAIRS OF TWO SHALL BATTLE AGAINST EACH OTHER BUT ONLY ONE CAN COME OUT ON TOP!! WHO WILL IT BE!? LET'S FIND OUT BY GETTING THE FIRST ROUND MATCH STARTED!!" Oh? The first match already? Guess they didn't want to keep Prince Lear waiting too long because he was fully focused on the field now. "THE FIRST MATCH OF ROUND ONE WILL BE OUR OWN TOP GYM LEADER AND CHAMPION AGAINST SPECIAL GUEST STARS SORDWARD AND SHIELBERT!!" It was then a smile crept up onto your lips. Oh you were FULLY going to enjoy this. The crowd cheered and Leon and Raihan walked right on out to challenge the weird hair duo who also showed up.

"Let's put up a fight worthy of showing to Ms. Y/n."

"It goes without staying, Older Brother! Such is our noble duty."

"PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACES!! POKEMON READY!! SET! GO!!"

It wasn't surprising that the weirdos lost to them which made you as pleased as punch as the rest of Round One flew by. Avery and Klara vs Melony and Allister. Avery and Klara won. Bea and Gordie vs Gloria and Bede. Gloria and Bede won. Milo and Nessa vs Piers and Marnie. You perked up..and were nearly jaw dropped at the ferocity Piers shown against the others. Piers and Marnie won. Mustard and Opal vs Kabu and Peony. Mustard and Opal won. Hop and Victor got an automatic win since they didn't have anyone else to battle against. With a small break between each battle to repair the fields.

"THERE WILL BE A TWENTY MINUTE BREAK FOR FIELD REPAIRS AND TO ROSTER THE NEXT FIGHTING PAIRS!! FOR THE MOMENT PLEASE STAND BY!" Twenty minutes passed by fast before the fields were repaired and the second round started. "THE SECOND ROUND OF THE TOURNAMENT IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!! THE FIRST MATCH OF ROUND TWO WILL BE BETWEEN PIERS AND MARNIE AGAINST AVERY AND KLARA!! PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACES ON THE FIELD!!"

Both fighting pairs met each other on the field. Both looked at one another. Avery before Marnie and Piers before Klara. Purple and blue eyes met. Klara giving a semi-shy smile and waved awkwardly at him only to be met by his scowl. Before his head turned when Marnie grabbed his hand.

"Bro, trade places with me."

He had stared at her. That would mean she'd deal with Klara instead and spare him the interactions. "Are ya sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah. M' sure. C'mon."

"Hmm...Alright. But jus' this once."

And the two traded spots with Klara looking a bit down hearted. "POKEMON READY!! LET'S GO!!" And thus the second round went underway. Avery and Klara vs Piers and Marnie... Piers/Marnie won. Raihan and Leon vs Mustard and Opal. Raihan and Leon won. Gloria and Bede vs Victor and Hop. Victor and Hop won. "THAT'S IT FOR ROUND TWO!! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER BREAK BEFORE WE START UP ROUND THREE!!" Well another twenty minutes went by fast as you got yourself some more food and chatted more with the ladies at the table. "ALRIGHT FOLKS!! ROUND THREE SHALL NOW BEGIN!! BATTLERS TO YOUR STATIONS!! GET SET!! GO!!" Piers and Marnie vs Raihan and Leon. Raihanand Leon won. You did feel bad for Piers and Marnie, but they had made it all the way to the second to last round which was great compared to everyone else. Victor and Hop had another Automatic win considering there was no one else for them to battle against either, which means Hop would finally be able to have a chance to battle against his brother just like he wanted. So that was good. "THAT'S IT FOR ROUND THREE!! THE FINAL ROUND SHALL BEGIN AFTER THE BREAK!! WILL THE CHAMPION AND TOP GYM LEADER BE DETHRONED FROM THEIR PLACES OR WILL THEY SUCCEED IN KEEPING THEIR TITLES!! WE'LL BE BACK AFTER THE BREAK!!" Amazing how fast another twenty minutes could fly by. By now it was nearly dark as the sun pushed through the skies. "THE FINAL ROUND WILL NOW TAKE PLACE!! PLEASE GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR CONTESTANTS!!" An uproar of cheers sounded out as the last four battlers walked out onto the field. "READY YOUR POKEMON! BATTLE SET!! BATTLE BEGIN!!" Victor and Hop vs Raihan and leon.... Leon and Raihan won. Not that you were surprised but you did feel a little bad for the boys. "MATCH OVER!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! THE WINNERS OF THE GALARIAN STAR TOURNAMENT ARE THE UNBEATABLE CHAMPION AND THE STRONGEST LEADER IN THE STADIUM CIRCUIT!!"

THE. CROWD. ROARED!! Cheering and clapping for the two strongest trainers in all of Galar as the two men waved to the crowds in their victory. Even Prince Lear was slowly clapping his hands to their success but something was on your mind. You stood up and Silver followed you as you slowly stood up, excused yourself, and left the balcony. You wanted to see Piers. Meanwhile downstairs a certain rocker was feeling fed up over the entire thing. He had long sense left the locker room and was waiting in the cool air conditioned lobby of the building. He needed to cool off for a moment. Many emotions running through his mind. Anger, annoyance, satisfaction he had beaten her, relief, dread a little bit, anxious, flustered, giddy remembering your lips, sad he couldn't keep his promise to you and win for you- He slapped his hands over his face groaning loudly into them. Oh Arceus. ..Marnie was right. ...He WAS hopelessly silly putty for you. He was a sucker deep, deep, deep in a crush on someone. And that someone was you. And your first date would officially be tomorrow night. Would he even be ready for this?

"Hello."

He froze. Body went rigid as a sickly sweet voice called out to him. And he KNEW that voice all too well. A squeak sounded out as monochrome shot up to glare at pink. His tall height being used to his advantage as he stared down at none other than Klara who gave a look of alarm at his dangerous look.

" Go. Away." He hissed dangerously before turning and walking away. Apparently that wasn't enough to deter her because the sound of high heels followed after him.

"Piers! Piersy-poo. Look, I know you're angrier than a shaken up nest of beedrill, but I just wanted to talk."

"I have NOTHIN' ta say to you!," he shouted not turning around.

"Look. I know you're still mad, but I just wanted to apologize and maybe we can-"

She stopped. Nearly falling down as he whirled around on his heel and bore into her own eyes. "YOU STOLE MY SONG!!" His loud voice echoed throughout the lobby and a few staff members working there turned to eye him. Klara didn't get a chance to answer. "Why are ya here?! Ta go behind my back 'gain and take somethin' else o' mine!? Maybe my obstagoon would be swiped next by ya! Or you'll try ta take my gym away from Marnie! Y'know that was a real fancy stunt ya pulled back then! Tryin' to throw a concert knowin' full well what you sang was MINE right?!"

"It was a mistake!," she yelled back hands clenched in front of her chest. "I know it was stupid and I know I hurt you but I'm not the same anymore! I-I'm responsible!"

"Well if you know then why are you botherin' me now!?"

Tears were already threatening to run and ruin her make up. "I-...I-..." Her bottom lip quivered and she ...genuinely looked like she was about to cry any moment. His brow rose. "I-I just w-wanted to say I'm s-s-sorry."

There was more silence as the two still stared at one another until there was a small noise behind him and he turned and he froze. "Y/n?!" yes it was you. Having arrived just when Klara did so you were able to watch the entire thing until they spotted you now. Piers looking surprised. "Y/n. I-" He gave another look to Klara who's mascara was already running slightly from the tears which turned out to be real. She was always the emotional one. "W-What are ya doin' here?"

You didn't answer at first. Slowly walking up to the two of them staring silently..before doing something that completely threw Piers for a loop. You smiled and stuck your hand out towards the teary eyed woman friendly. "Hi. You must be Klara. I saw you battling with Mr. Avery but I didn't get to meet you. My name's Y/n."

...Klara sniffled before smiling and giving you a smile and happily shaking your hand. "T-That's me!" before doing her signature pose with the peace signs by her head and the cute smile. "Quick-Kill Klara!"

"Nice job making it to the second round."

"Aw. Thank you.~"

"You're the new Poison Type Gym Leader right?," you asked and she happily nodded, "Oh. Then you must also be one of the people Mr. Mustard trained. His wife told me some really good things about you."

"She did? I mean of course she did! I'm one of the Master's best students after all."

You nodded. "I'm sure you are. Seems like you're trying to apologize too." It as then you looked to Piers. "Piers. Forgive her."

It took a couple seconds for the pale man to comprehend your words. "WOT!?"

You pushed on grabbing his arm. "C'mon, Hot Pink." Piers paused when you pressed into his side more with a pleading look. "She's just trying to make things right." He opened his mouth- "For me?"

He still stared at you for a moment before back at Klara before sighing through his nose. "I..accept you're apology. But that doesn't mean I want ya around me." He gave her a stern look. "'M over you. I don't want any more ta do with you, and don't go thinking 'bout botherin' me." You blinked when pale hands grabbed your own. ''I'm ..invested in someone else...Excuse us."

You blinked as Piers pulled you away from the shocked looking woman, Silver following you two, back out the door and with the cheering crowds still present until you spoke. "Hey. What was with that back there?"

"I don't wanna talk 'bout it."

His body jolted from the sudden stop you made and when he turned to you, you scowled at him. "Piers. I'm not stupid. That was an argument I walked in on. What's going on? And don't lie to me."

The pale man stopped looking with you with uncertainty for a long moment before sighing and shaking his head. "Alright, alright. I-...Promise to tell ya, but not right now." He was gentle when running his thumb across your fingers gently, still holding you close. "I promise I'll tell ya later but not right now. Not like this. Please, Bunny."

You stood there red flushing to your cheeks as he stared at you so sincerely causing you to look down. "F-Fine. But I'm holding you to that promise."

He sighed in relief before nodding. "Figured ya'd say that. *sigh*..Hopefully tomorrow night will be better. I'll be pickin' ya up at seven."

"..Picking me up?"

"Y-Yeah. Our ..." he gulped. "D-Date?"

...Your face lit up pink. "OH! T-That! R-Right!" You cleared your throat before looking away again. A date. YOUR date! How could you have forgotten about that!? "I-I'll be waiting! D-Don't worry!"

Your flight back to your hotel room from the stadium felt like a blur and before you knew it you were already ordering room service, having dinner, showering, then falling down on your bed and letting the Sandman take you to dream land. It was late-ish into next morning when you woke up groggily and began the morning routine of getting up and making yourself look presentable and throwing on some comfy clothes before relaxing and kicking back on the bed and switching on the tv mounted on the wall. You had hours to wait until Piers picked you up so you could relax or try to relax your nerves until then and just watch TV. You had settled on some action movie Silver excitedly pointed at and the both of you just sat on the bed having ordered breakfast watching the movie. It couldn't have been more than an hour when a knock came at your door. It was in the middle of a big chase scene between the protagonist and police when you heard the bangs and had turned to the door confused. ..Who could that be? A glance to the clock showed you it was five thirty seven, not even time yet. Too early for it to have been Piers. Maybe he wanted to talk to you before the party? ..Oh Arceus you hoped it wasn't those weird hair duo. Oh! It was probably room service here to collect your breakfast dishes. If that was the case you had better let the maid come in and collect the dishes. Getting up from your spot on the bed, you walked over to the door and opened it expecting one of the staff members but instead met with two familiar faces instead. There was two women before you. One with orange hair and the other with dark hair with blue highlights...It was Sonia and Nessa. Sonia had paused with her hand up clearly being the one who knocked on the door the three of you stood there in silence for a moment before you spoke.

"Sonia?"

"Uh..Y/n." She lowered her hand blinking. "Hi. Um..You're not Raihan."

"Last time I checked I wasn't." You rose a brow. "Why?"

"O-Oh.." She awkwardly reached a hand up to her neck in a Leon like fashion. "I uh was hoping he'd lend me some of his Goodra's goo to take back home and study before everyone left but I guess I must've gotten the wrong room. S-Sorry about that. My bad totally."

"It's alright." You then turned to Nessa. "But what are you doing here?"

"I'm helping Sonia actually. She's great with science but not so much with make up," Nessa said rather bluntly which earnt her a glare from Sonia.

"Hey! I made my smokey eye look like a fire's ashes one time!"

Nessa chose to ignore her friend's comment and instead spoke to you. "I also never got to thank you for the save earlier this week. Victor would've been defeated on the second round if you hadn't lent us a hand."

"It's no problem," you confirmed as Nessa rose a brow and looked you up and down, "Silver's really strong now so it's no big deal-"

"What are you wearing?" You blinked at Nessa as she gestured towards your clothing. "Those look like something you'd wear to a picnic with your grandma."

"Oh." You looked down at your comfy pants and the shirt with a pikachu print on the front. You didn't think you looked that bad. "My...clothes?" Both looked at you. "What?'

"Aren't you supposed to be going with Piers tonight to the Prince's farewell banquet?"

"Um. Yeah actually but that's not for a couple hours still. Why?"

"Are you serious? This is as important as a Gala or a wedding," Nessa insisted frowning, "You're telling me you're planning on wearing lazy day clothes to that? With Piers?"

You opened your mouth before looking down to yourself again before back up at them. "Well it's not like I have much choice. I don't have any fancy clothes."

Both stared at you for a long moment before looking at one another silently as if talking to each other telepathically, before Sonia nodded and both looked back to you. You didn't like those looks.

"You have the nemuk?"

"You know a model never goes anywhere without it."

"...Nemuk?"

"Nessa's Emergency Make Up Kit. She never leaves home without it. Luckily for you we're here to help you."

"....What- GAH!?"

In an instant two sets of arms pulled you from your doorway and you were pushed back inside. It was all a blur as you were sat down in a chair and they pounced at you like a cat to a mouse. You managed to shout a hey before Sonia pulled your hair from the lazy bun it was set in before Nessa placed down what must've been a massive pink suitcase on your bed next to you before opening it up revealing a make up crew's DREAM of make up, brushes, nail polish, and products that'd put a salon to shame. As Sonia wrestled to pull a brush through your locks Nessa quickly left before soon returning from her room down the hall, returning with a few outfits in her arms. By then Sonia had already prepped your head for any styling they might do to it before you were pushed back up onto your feet and turned to face the two. You only got a 'What the' out before a sparkling green dress was held up in front of your body to which they both scrunched up their faces at before shaking their heads no. Repeated two other times before a flash of purple was held up and smiles were beamed at your worried looking form. Fast forward fifthteen minutes later and there you were. Squeezed into a purple sparkling ballgown with white heels with a purple gem necklace slapped over your neck to complete the look. Your hair slightly curled and framing your face in a way it wouldn't without a proper stylists' touch. And you were staring at nothing as Sonia attached some kind of fancy purple bedazzled hair clip to your hair and Nessa with the precision of Leonardo Da Vinci started putting on make up on your face. Which you struggled to hold still for.

"Ah!" Nessa sternly held up a mascara brush to you. "Hold still. I need your lashes not your eyeball."

You groaned. "How much longer until you're done?" You mumbled through the lip stick.

"Just one lash away if you'll hold still for one moment. AAAAnnnnddd THERE!!" She pulled away from your eye as you blinked lowering the mascara and smiling. "I'm all finished." She beamed and they both stepped back looking at you as you looked at them from the bed. Even Silver was blinking at how different you looked now.

"You look so pretty, Y/n!," Sonia gushed, "You're gonna knock Piers dead!"

"I doubt that," you mumbled. !?

Nessa had grabbed your arm again pulling you up and already pushing you towards a mirror on the wall. Stumbling to follow her in your heels. "Well look for yourself!" She said before pushing you in front of said mirror and you froze as soon as your f/c eyes hit the reflection.

Staring back at you wasn't you..At least not the you you were used to seeing. Soft hair framed your beautiful face as the bedazzled hair clip sparkled from the light. The purple dress you were wearing sparkled and looked beautiful with the little lace and design on the side of the waist. If it wasn't for the fact you knew this was a mirror, you would've thought someone else was staring back at you. You still stared at the reflection before looking around to the two women behind you and a pattern ensued. Of you opening and closing your mouth like a fish and looking between the mirror and them as if any second the Cinderella in the mirror would disappear. You repeated this process so many times you feeling dizzy. Until there was another loud knock at the door. Making you yelp and jump and stagger, almost falling over on the heels Nessa insisted on you wearing before you stared back at the door along with everyone else. You stood there for a moment before the knocking picked up again but louder. Your eyes snapped over to the clock on the wall and your eyes widened. It was seven o' eight in the afternoon. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!! And you felt your stomach drop. There could only be one person who that could be.

"Crap!," you hissed to yourself. Tap, tap, tap. "Crap. Crap. Crap, crap, crap!" You staggered towards the door still trying not to fall over in heels with your arms out for balance. Again the door knocked a little bit louder than the first two times. "COMING!! Coming!" You shouted finally getting to the door, reaching out, taking a breath, grabbing the doorknob...and then slowly opening it.

The door opened with a loud CCCCRRREEEEAAAAKKK noise from how slowly you opened it and once you peeked out you were hit with the over powering smell of...Roses?? Yep! As soon as you opened the door you face was attacked by a giant bouquet of roses. Black, white, and pink roses- ..Wait. That was the usual color scheme of- You looked up and you froze. Because staring back wide eyed and slack jawed at you, and you also stared back. Piers was...wearing all white. Which was a surprise in of itself, but it was a fancy white suit. From his dress pants, to his tie, to the fancy jacket he wore over his white tuxedo suit. He looked-

ABSOLUTELY HANDSOME.

You both continued to stare at one another before Sonia coughed behind you making the two of you flinch and Piers finally react. "Beautiful- AH! I M-MEAN-" Your face flushed and he cleared his throat seeming nervous all of a sudden before attempting (and failing-) to compose his own red face as he stammered. "I-I mean ya l-l-look beautiful. Um I-..." The roses were shoved towards you with a shaking arm. "T-There are for ya!"

You blinked...before slowly taking the roses from him. "Oh..I-.." You stared at them before shaking your head and giving a friendly smile. "T-Thank you! They're beautiful! I-I didn't know they came in bouquets this big."

Piers yanked on his choker with one hand while stammering and gesturing at nothing with his other hand. "Y-Yah. T-T-There's this florist 'r-r-round the corner. There!" he pointed behind his shoulder red faced. "T-T-That does-s c-c-c-c-customs j-jobs. N' I jus' t-t-t-thought-t y-you'd-...." He swallowed thickly and nervously face as red as a tomatoe. "Yalookreallybeautiful!!"

You coughed and turned your eyes down red faced as well. "T-Thanks. You look...beautiful too- AH!! HANDSOME!! H-HANDSOME!! Y-You look really handsome!!"

"T-Thank you."

''Y-yeah."

You both continued to stand there awkwardly for a long time without eye contact. Before Piers eventually coughed and pointed his badly shaking hand behind him. "S-So d-do ya w-w-w-wanna h-head out?"

"Uh..Sure. L-Let's go."

You turned really quick and threw the roses towards Sonia who caught it for you. Silver perked up before standing up and followed after you as you half walked half staggered your way out the door with Piers who walked off in your direction. As soon as the three of you disappeared Sonia turned back to Nessa.

"Well i don't know about you but I think that went well."

"Oh good." Nessa turned back to Sonia. "Then it's my turn to make you look beautiful for Leon."

"Sure-...Wait. What?"

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Applin Of My Eye Ch6 The Galarian Star Tournament

(Just for the sake of keeping track, Milo is wearing the outfit in the link and reader is wearing the dress above. Neither images mine,etc. I also don't know Peony's wife's name and just giving her one for the story, Petunia.

Milo's s outfit

danbooru.donmai.us/posts/4319485

Your Outfit

www.deviantart.com/scarlett-knight/art/Outfit-Adoptable-49-CLOSED-544835395)

Getting to know Oleana was cuffed and taken away finally by Officer Jenny filled you with joy no pun intended. And Milo had to struggle to get your form away from the scene..before just giving up, picking you up bridal style, and walking away with Felix right behind him. That finally made you freeze up and stop from you being carried away like a princess. Which made Milo chuckle at your expression and his heart skip a beat holding you so close to him at last. When you were finally put down Felix convinced you to just let Kabu and Officer Jenny handle things and have lunch with then before the day was out. His treat. Oh. ..Well since he was offering- You accepted and then there after went back to the hotel and your room. You had something important to do. Once in your room you finally let lose Silver from his pokeball. A smile gracing your face as the shiny inteleon made his way out...before you had to look up at Silver. The inteleon shook his head before blinking and looking down at you and for a moment both of you were silent. ...before Silver brought his hand up to his head's height and going straight across until he stopped above your head and stared between his white hand and your head to compare his now obviously taller height. He certainly was taller. He looked even taller than Leon and Raihan did. ...And then he chuckled at how small YOU were now compared to him.

"Inta?" He cocked his head at you.

To say it was an interesting rest of the week was an understatement. Day by day went by and you did a few things. Mostly hanging out with Milo when he offered when he wasn't hanging out with Felix or anyone else. Of course he was stopped by people. Like..A LOT of people who asked for pictures, autographs, questions, to talk- And it just reminded you just how popular Milo still was, which was why it was no surprise he ended up wearing a coat to disguise himself just so you two wouldn't be bothered.

"Aren't you hot in that thing? It's the middle of May in the summer heat and that's a winter coat."

"Why would he agree to go out with me? Does she think it's just platonic? OMG SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL WHEN SHE SMILES!!"

It was nice to be able to just do domestic small things together. Including a cute little shoppe that sold pokemon themed items and in the end you walked out clutching a cute sobble plushie to your chest with a small bag of trinkets. MILO did find it a bit strange Silver went with you everywhere but he didn't complain. Silver didn't cause trouble and he supposed it was just because he wasn't used to having his pokemon constantly out and about following him. Especially a pokemon who was taller than himself but A dubwool was taller and more scary looking than an inteleon and he was cool with him so Silver wasn't really a problem. Soon the days lead up to the weekend and you were woken up by the same thing. Lots of commotion early in the morning and you raced to take a shower and look presentable. Today's the day. The day of the Galarian Star Tournament. The same thing happened when you were all heading towards Rose Tower. A massive crowd in the front of hotel when you (followed by Silver) followed everyone out to the front of the hotel and plenty of taxies to take you all to the Wyndon Stadium. This time you managed to catch a ride with Gordie, Piers, and Marnie. Marnie sitting beside you and Silver and the boys sitting across from you. Gordie certainly seemed surprised to see a giant Inteleon sitting casually in the seat in front of him, but didn't say anything when you all took off. You excitedly looking at Piers with a smile.

"So you're going to be battling today huh?"

"Really?" Well that was news to you. "I'm assuming you're going to fight with Marnie then?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. The match ups were all picked at random by the Chairwoman herself so I could be paired up with anyone from Marn-Marn ta Leo. The match ups are all already picked, so we should know by the time we get there."

It felt like an eternity when in reality it might've only been twenty to thirty minutes for you all to arrive at the stadium. And the first thing that hit you other than the sounds of the corviknight's wings and the whooshing air was the fact that there seemed to be the faint sound of something you've grown familiar too now. The sound of a GIANT crowd. Ah. You knew that all too well. One look out the window confirmed the same looking scenario that greeted you at the Champion Cup with the cheering crowds and there was Wyndon Stadium in all it's giant Pink glory. Ah. Such fond memories along with one involving the Chairman you had hoped to forget. Landing in front of the building you all got out and along with everyone filed on towards the entrance and into the stadium and into the same room you recognized from the last time you were here with a league staff behind the desk in the middle of the room and guess who was right there waiting for you all? LEON! Well him and a few others you had never seen before. One was an elderly man about Opal's age in a green jacket and long white eyebrows and copper-brown eyes. A girl with bubble gum pink hair and a bow in her hair that looked like a butterfly. ...But it was two that really made you freeze in your tracks. The first one was a blonde man with glasses with what must've been THE biggest top hat you had ever seen but that wasn't the strangest bit. What really caught your attention was the six or seven pokeballs that perfectly floated around his head without falling...HOW WAS HE DOING THAT!? But the most thing that caught your attention was the fourth person who was chatting with Leon with a big smile.

.....

IT WAS CHAIRMAN ROSE!!

"Hey, Y/n! I was expecting to see you here soon!"

You gave him a small polite smile. "Uh..Yeah."..before silently pointing at the man next to him. "Who's your friend?"

Your eyes widened before looking back at the smile man who chuckled at your reaction and smiled at you. "Yep! 'Steel Peony' is what they called me! Nice to meet 'cha!"

His smile and body language was very positive and honestly helped to relax you more. You didn't get the strange feeling from him whenever you spoke to Mr. Rose. "Really?!"

Leon grimaced instantly and he didn't anwer you at first...but you would soon very, very, VERY much regret even asking that question. Because the question answered itself with a voice.

"Well, well, well,~" A voice behind you made you completely freeze up upon instantly recognizing it. And in front of you Leon gave you the most guilty, apologetic look he could ever give to you.

No.

NO!!

OH NO!!

"And I, Shielbert," his brother added.

...You shot a glare at Leon who guiltily looked away. What were THEY doing here!? Well they answered your thoughts when they both bowed.

And they both laughed standing back up, and you again shot a glare at Leon who smiled nervously at you. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING LETTING THESE TWO COMPETE!?

"However it's getting to the point where I would like to at least have some victories to speak of!"

"If all we do is lose what was the point of using our considerable clout as sponsors to join in?"

You gave them the most deadpanned look you could muster. Screw your life. First Olena then a Mr. Rose scare and now these guys. This couldn't possibly get any worse.

TAKE THAT BACK!! NOW IT COULDN'T GET ANY WORSE!! You flinched as Shielbert grabbed your other hand sending a strained annoyed smile at his brother.

"Forgive me but I must disagree, Brother. It is I who shall share the victor's stand with Ms. Y/n."

"Hmm. I see, Dear Brother."

"Hmm. Indeed, Dear Brother."

SCRATCH THAT TOO!! SCRATCH!! THAT!! T O O!!! THIS WAS WAY WORSE THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT IT WAS!! In your panicked mind you shouted one thing that you hoped would save your sorry butt.

"I-I'M NOT COMPETING!!" The loud tone of your voice clearly caught the two off guard as they blinked at you as did a couple others....And all of sudden you felt a waft of angry daggers shooting into your side as green eyes widened. And then narrowed at you from somewhere. "I-I'm just here to watch everyone else b-battle!" You took their stunned silence to firmly pull your hands away back to your side. "S-So no match up pairs with either of you two!"

"That's right," Leon added with a small frown. "And you're forgetting you two are already paired up with someone else by the Chairwoman."

After a silent moment the two of them looked at one another silently.

"Oh. Well I guess that does change things a bit, but it certainly doesn't lessen our joy at seeing you again. Doesn't it, Brother?"

"Indeed, Younger Brother! We're very glad to be in your prescence yet again.~"

You scrunched up your face and thought you'd die from cringe at this point. Arceus! If you were real too just like Silver now, PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS!!

"Oh hey! There's Hoppy!"

"Gah!?"

A flash of realization flashed in Hop's golden eyes. "Hey. You're Avery right? From the Master Dojo?"

"As I would expect from one related to the Champion. You clearly have an elegant mind and formidable memory," the man, Avery, complimented Hop with a smile.

"An elegant...what?"

Psychic gym? Galar didn't have- OH! He must've been one of the two new gym leaders. "Congratulations." You offered him with a small smile.

"That really is amazing. I hope you keep working your way to the major division."

"Hop, rest assured that I will bring my best performance to this competition. I will be a fearsome challenger to face down."

"Suddenly I'm feeling all fired up for this. If everyone's taking it that seriously, I don't want to be the one to lose!"

"All right, Everyone! Sorry to keep you all waiting!" Leon's voice shouted over everyone and you all looked over towards the Champion who smiled hands on his hips. "Now that everyone's acquainted I believe it's time we get to the important announcements out of the way. First thing's first. I want to say a quick thank you to all of you for coming running when I called. I really wanted to explain this in person because I wanted to be sure I could get across to you all how great this idea is. We hope to represent Galar to it's fullest potential! Not just to Pasio but for everyone around the world!" His smile widened more as he cleared his throat. "That being said the Chairwoman is entertaining his majesty now with everyone's families in the V.I.P. balconies." his hand pointed upwards. "Therefore I'll be the one to read off the listed pairs she decided to write up herself." In a moment the staff member next to him held up a piece of paper to him which Leon took. "Thank you!" His golden eyes happily glanced over the paper. "Now as for everyone's paired partners. ...Milo! You'll be battling out there with Nessa! Kabu will be with Peony. Bea and Gordie. Melony with Allister. Piers! You'll be with Marnie! Raihan's with me. Mustard will battle with Opal. Avery with Klara! Gloria shall be with Bede-" Leon looked up briefly hearing Hop yell another what from somewhere to the left of him. "*ahem* Hop. You'll be with Victor. And finally Sordward and Shielbert shall be with one another. Any questions?" He was met with silence so he nodded and handed the list back to the staff member. "Now then. We have ten minutes before we put on the show. I suggest everyone head to the locker rooms and prepare before we meet back with our partners. The announcer's going to be telling who battles who as the rounds go on. Good luck and let's all give the audience a Champion Time!"

With that everyone split to head towards the locker rooms except for you obviously since you weren't battling and instead decided to walk back up to Silver and pry him away from the poor staff member trying to shoo the inteleon off of his remanding breakfast. And someone approached you again. You felt him before you saw him. Whipping your head around and sighing in relief when none other than Milo stood there looking at you. And you smiled. Phew. It was just him. Unfortunately..those weren't the only eyes you felt on yourself because when you looked past Milo, your stomach dropped. Great. The weirdo duo were staring at you again. Looking like they wanted to talk. There was also someone else but you didn't see or notice them at all.Great. These guys would just NOT give up! Arceus what would make them go-..You paused..before looking at Milo ho seemed confused at your reaction. You looked between the three men for a moment before an idea dawned on you..that made your face flush a deep pink. Ooohh no. No. No! You couldn't do that- But it was either that or deal with whatever 'courting' they tried to spring on you. Seeing your expression he turned his head to look behind himself only to snap back around when you grabbed his arm. His eyebrows rocketing up as you stared at him.

"Milo." Soft hands grabbed his cheeks and he froze as you stared directly into his eyes. "Win for me."

And then you leaned up standing on your tiptoes, and Milo felt his eyes bulge out of his head when your lips met his in a kiss. A very quick kiss that only lasted a second before you stepped back and released his face. Red flooding your cheeks as silence set in and the two of you stood there until a cough made both of you jump and turn to Leon who looked between the two of you.

"Well...Now that I have your attention." the champion cleared his throat before gesturing towards the staff member next to him. "Y/n this man will escort you up to the v.i.p balconies. Milo if you're not uh...'busy', we should g-get going before we're late for the battles."

Milo opened his mouth, looked at you, closed it, went red faced, nodded, turned around and slowly began to follow Leon. A hand came up to softly touch his lips where yours met his in a soft embrace..only to turn a deeper red. You however refused to look back at anyone. Only grabbing Silver by the arm and pulling him along after the staff member who showed you into the elevator and up you all went. You were expecting to see that room with the windows you were in when the Gym Challenge was present but you were surprised when he didn't. Instead leading you a level higher than that and rose a brow before he lead you through a door finally to the outside..and your brows rose in awe. This wasn't just a balcony. THIS WAS AN ENTIRE FLOOR!! Empty except for a few seats/tables and a long table with more fancy looking food along with so many people. On second glance you noticed that they all must've been the gym leader's families because Mrs. G and Mrs. L was there along with Hop's grandparents. All of Gordie's younger siblings. All three of Raihan's triplets. Felix..and four other people you've never seen before. Two women with what must've been their children. One with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes wearing emerald earring, green shirt, and white pants. Next to her was a small boy with the same hair and eyes no older than nine or ten years old on a phone. The other mother and child pair were right across from then with the mothers talking. The other lady had sandy-blonde hair with a red shirt and jeans and green eyes. Next to her was a girl Hop's age who looked bored. Same green eyes as her mother and sandy-blonde hair that faded to a bright pink hear the end. They must've been some of the guest star's family. You busied yourself by following Silver and grabbing yourself some food from the table before Mrs. L ended up noticing you and inviting you to sit down at the table with them which you happily accepted. It was nice to be able to sit down and talk to familiar people and try to take your mind off the kiss earlier. Oh boy. You'd have to apologize to Piers later for that one later and explain your actions. From where you and Silver were sitting you finally saw the Prince. He was sitting with the Chairwoman at a table closest to the barred off edge and his chair was pointed to where he had a perfect view of the field and giant stadium TV below without standing or straining his neck to look down. Food in front of him, a fancy glass in his hand, his body guards standing on either side of him, his own..Waiter!? A man in a waiter uniform was right there already hurrying to replace anything the prince finished as the Chairwoman calmly sat in front of him. Guess she really did go all out to please the prince. You did pause when Prince Lear looked up from his drink over to your table and it took you staring at him for just a little bit to realize he was staring directly at YOU. Which made you pink in embarrassment. Prince Lear giving an amused smile before holding up his glass to you and taking a drink. You used the excuse of eating and Mrs. L talking to you to look away from him. Maybe Piers would get another kiss sooner than you thought. Five more minutes passed and you were about to get up to get another drink when a high pitch speaker noise sounded out amongst the crowd noises below you and the announcer's voice piped up.

"Let's put up a fight worthy of showing to Ms. Y/n."

"It goes without staying, Older Brother! Such is our noble duty."

"PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACES!! POKEMON READY!! SET! GO!!"

It wasn't surprising that the weirdos lost to them which made you as pleased as punch as the rest of Round One flew by. Avery and Klara vs Melony and Allister. Avery and Klara won. Bea and Gordie vs Gloria and Bede. Gloria and Bede won. Milo and Nessa vs Piers and Marnie. You perked up..and were nearly jaw dropped at the ferocity Piers shown against the others. Piers and Marnie won. Poor Milo. You'd see him after the tournament. Mustard and Opal vs Kabu and Peony. Mustard and Opal won. Hop and Victor got an automatic win since they didn't have anyone else to battle against. With a small break between each battle to repair the fields.

Both fighting pairs met each other on the field. Both looked at one another. Avery before Marnie and Piers before Klara. "POKEMON READY!! LET'S GO!!" And thus the second round went underway. Avery and Klara vs Piers and Marnie... Piers/Marnie won. Raihan and Leon vs Mustard and Opal. Raihan and Leon won. Gloria and Bede vs Victor and Hop. Victor and Hop won. "THAT'S IT FOR ROUND TWO!! THERE WILL BE ANOTHER BREAK BEFORE WE START UP ROUND THREE!!" Well another twenty minutes went by fast as you got yourself some more food and chatted more with the ladies at the table. "ALRIGHT FOLKS!! ROUND THREE SHALL NOW BEGIN!! BATTLERS TO YOUR STATIONS!! GET SET!! GO!!" Piers and Marnie vs Raihan and Leon. Raihanand Leon won. You did feel bad for Piers and Marnie, but they had made it all the way to the second to last round which was great compared to everyone else. Victor and Hop had another Automatic win considering there was no one else for them to battle against either, which means Hop would finally be able to have a chance to battle against his brother just like he wanted. So that was good. "THAT'S IT FOR ROUND THREE!! THE FINAL ROUND SHALL BEGIN AFTER THE BREAK!! WILL THE CHAMPION AND TOP GYM LEADER BE DETHRONED FROM THEIR PLACES OR WILL THEY SUCCEED IN KEEPING THEIR TITLES!! WE'LL BE BACK AFTER THE BREAK!!" Amazing how fast another twenty minutes could fly by. By now it was nearly dark as the sun pushed through the skies. "THE FINAL ROUND WILL NOW TAKE PLACE!! PLEASE GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR CONTESTANTS!!" An uproar of cheers sounded out as the last four battlers walked out onto the field. "READY YOUR POKEMON! BATTLE SET!! BATTLE BEGIN!!" Victor and Hop vs Raihan and leon.... Leon and Raihan won. Not that you were surprised but you did feel a little bad for the boys. "MATCH OVER!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! THE WINNERS OF THE GALARIAN STAR TOURNAMENT ARE THE UNBEATABLE CHAMPION AND THE STRONGEST LEADER IN THE STADIUM CIRCUIT!!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't beat them for you," he apologized before putting you down and facing you.

"Hey. It's perfectly fine. You and Nessa did an amazing job anyways. Besides it was fun watching Piers and Marnie beat them."

He nodded. "I'll be picking you up at seven tonight."

"..Picking me up?"

"Y-Yeah. Our ..." he gulped. "D-Date?"

...Your face lit up pink. "OH! T-That! R-Right!" You cleared your throat before looking away again. A date. YOUR date! How could you have forgotten about that!? "I-I'll be waiting! D-Don't worry!"

Your flight back to your hotel room from the stadium felt like a blur and before you knew it you were already ordering room service, having dinner, showering, then falling down on your bed and letting the Sandman take you to dream land. It was late-ish into next morning when you woke up groggily and began the morning routine of getting up and making yourself look presentable and throwing on some comfy clothes before relaxing and kicking back on the bed and switching on the tv mounted on the wall. You had hours to wait until Milo picked you up so you could relax or try to relax your nerves until then and just watch TV. You had settled on some action movie Silver excitedly pointed at and the both of you just sat on the bed having ordered breakfast watching the movie. It couldn't have been more than an hour when a knock came at your door. It was in the middle of a big chase scene between the protagonist and police when you heard the bangs and had turned to the door confused. ..Who could that be? A glance to the clock showed you it was five thirty seven, not even time yet. Too early for it to have been Milo. Maybe he wanted to talk to you before the party? ..Oh Arceus you hoped it wasn't those weird hair duo. Oh! It was probably room service here to collect your breakfast dishes. If that was the case you had better let the maid come in and collect the dishes. Getting up from your spot on the bed, you walked over to the door and opened it expecting one of the staff members but instead met with two familiar faces instead. There was two women before you. One with orange hair and the other with dark hair with blue highlights...It was Sonia and Nessa. Sonia had paused with her hand up clearly being the one who knocked on the door the three of you stood there in silence for a moment before you spoke.

"Sonia?"

"Uh..Y/n." She lowered her hand blinking. "Hi. Um..You're not Raihan."

"Last time I checked I wasn't." You rose a brow. "Why?"

"It's alright." You then turned to Nessa. "But what are you doing here?"

"I'm helping Sonia actually. She's great with science but not so much with make up," Nessa said rather bluntly which earnt her a glare from Sonia.

"Hey! I made my smokey eye look like a fire's ashes one time!"

"It's no problem," you confirmed as Nessa rose a brow and looked you up and down, "Silver's really strong now so it's no big deal-"

"What are you wearing?" You blinked at Nessa as she gestured towards your clothing. "Those look like something you'd wear to a picnic with your grandma."

"Oh." You looked down at your comfy pants and the shirt with a pikachu print on the front. You didn't think you looked that bad. "My...clothes?" Both looked at you. "What?'

"Aren't you supposed to be going with Milo tonight to the Prince's farewell banquet?"

"Um. Yeah actually but that's not for a couple hours still. Why?"

"Are you serious? This is as important as a Gala or a wedding," Nessa insisted frowning, "You're telling me you're planning on wearing lazy day clothes to that? With Milo?"

You opened your mouth before looking down to yourself again before back up at them. "Well it's not like I have much choice. I don't have any fancy clothes."

Both stared at you for a long moment before looking at one another silently as if talking to each other telepathically, before Sonia nodded and both looked back to you. You didn't like those looks.

"You have the nemuk?"

"You know a model never goes anywhere without it."

"...Nemuk?"

"Nessa's Emergency Make Up Kit. She never leaves home without it. Luckily for you we're here to help you."

"....What- GAH!?"

"Ah!" Nessa sternly held up a mascara brush to you. "Hold still. I need your lashes not your eyeball."

You groaned. "How much longer until you're done?" You mumbled through the lip stick.

"You look so pretty, Y/n!," Sonia gushed, "You're gonna knock Milo dead!"

"I doubt that," you mumbled. !?

The door opened with a loud CCCCRRREEEEAAAAKKK noise from how slowly you opened it and once you peeked out you were hit with the over powering smell of...Roses?? Yep! As soon as you opened the door you face was attacked by a giant bouquet of pink roses and purple lilac ..Wait. That was the usual color scheme of- You looked up and you froze. Because staring back wide eyed and slack jawed at you, and dressed up was Milo. He wore a pink undershirt, with a darker pink tie, with a white tux suit and pants. He looked-

ABSOLUTELY HANDSOME.

You both continued to stare at one another before Sonia coughed behind you making the two of you flinch and Milo finally react. "Beautiful- AH! I M-MEAN-" Your face flushed and he cleared his throat seeming nervous all of a sudden before attempting (and failing-) to compose his own red face as he stammered. "I-I mean you l-l-look beautiful. Um I-..." The roses and lilacs were shoved towards you with a shaking arm. "T-There are for you!!"

You blinked...before slowly taking the roses and lilacs from him. "Oh..I-.." You stared at them before shaking your head and giving a friendly smile. "T-Thank you! They're beautiful! I-I didn't know they came in bouquets this big."

He nodded while stammering and gesturing at nothing with his other hand. "Y-Yah. T-T-There's this florist 'r-r-round the corner. There!" he pointed behind his shoulder red faced. "T-T-That does-s c-c-c-c-customs j-jobs. And' I just t-t-t-thought-t y-you'd-...." He swallowed thickly and nervously face as red as a tomatoe. "Youlookreallybeautiful!!"

You coughed and turned your eyes down red faced as well. "T-Thanks. You look...beautiful too- AH!! HANDSOME!! H-HANDSOME!! Y-You look really handsome!!"

"T-Thank you."

''Y-yeah."

You both continued to stand there awkwardly for a long time without eye contact. Before Milo eventually coughed and pointed his badly shaking hand behind him. "S-So d-do ya w-w-w-wanna h-head out?"

"Uh..Sure. L-Let's go."

You turned really quick and threw the flowers towards Sonia who caught it for you. Silver and Mary perked up before standing up and followed after you as you half walked half staggered your way out the door with Milo who walked off in your direction. As soon as the loy of you disappeared Sonia turned back to Nessa.

"Well i don't know about you but I think that went well."

"Oh good." Nessa turned back to Sonia. "Then it's my turn to make you look beautiful for Leon."

"Sure-...Wait. What?"

#pokemon #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon reader #Milo #pokemon milo x reader #pokemon reader x milo #reader x milo #milo x reader #pokemon milo #Reader

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airyairyaucontraire · 2 years

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I've never read much about the costuming for M*A*S*H so my thoughts about it are informed only by observation. I've got a semi-baked concept that sitcom costuming in particular is somewhat akin to cartoon costuming - the characters don't wear exactly the same outfit all the time, but they often have a type of outfit or garment that recurs and keeps their look consistent (eg Eleanor's tops and sweaters with rainbow designs in The Good Place), and I was thinking about that today (I've been rewatching the whole series over the past few weeks, as you may have noticed).

Obviously most of the cast is in some variation of army uniform most of the time, and the most attention-getting part of the wardrobe for years was Klinger's outfits. Even after he mostly gives up on cross-dressing and costumes, he still makes himself visually different a lot of the time by wearing a Toledo Mud Hens jersey and baseball cap (I have however read that it was actually a Texas Rangers cap because they couldn't find a real Mud Hens one and the Rangers cap was at least the right colours with a T on the front). I also like how he never gets rid of some of his feminine clothing - he keeps on wearing a bright pink plush dressing gown, and there was a scene in the episode "Give 'Em Hell, Hawkeye" where he goes to get a bottle out of his footlocker and first takes out what looks like pink lingerie, implying either that he still wears it sometimes or at least that he wants to hold onto it for sentimental value.

You can also see character development reflected in Margaret's wardrobe; as she becomes less of an antagonist/martinet and more of a tough friend, she wears more soft and casual-looking sweaters and cardigans, and the black turtleneck she often wore in early seasons falls out of rotation (which I regret because she looked terrific in it). She also has a range of happi coats/kimono-style jackets that are her casual.party-wear equivalent of the boys' ubiquitous Hawaiian shirts. Margaret's hair and make-up have never reflected the supposed period of the show but it's particularly noticeable when she wears teeshirts that she's either not wearing a bra or just a soft-cupped type that I'm not sure existed in the 50s.

Father Mulcahy's wardrobe never changes appreciably because Mulcahy doesn't need to change; he begins as a good, kind, helpful person and remains a good, kind, helpful person whose convictions aren't altered by his experiences except to make him increasingly broad-minded in his compassion. He sports a black turtleneck and a dirty white Panama hat with his fatigues and silver crucifix throughout, and we sometimes see him in Loyola sweats to reinforce his athleticism (also to make him look soft and cuddly).

Henry Blake (mayherestinpeace) of course was seldom in correct uniform, wearing his fishing vest and hat as much as possible, so you always knew he wanted to be elsewhere doing something recreational, not professional; Colonel Potter is much more regulation in his dress but likes to wear his cavalry hat (and sometimes an odd cowboy hat that appears to be made of cardboard) and occasionally breaks out a glorious item like his brown and white horsie cardigan. His variations from uniform represent what he loves (horsies) but not a lack of commitment to his role. He's kept his earlier uniforms going back to WWI, as he represents continuity, pride in service but a growing weariness and grief at the futile repeating cycle of wars to end wars.

There is really no need to say anything about Frank Burns.

Major Winchester wears his uniform the most formally and neatly of any of the officers, because he's a gentleman who maintains Standards regardless of where he is. I think he expresses his individuality more in his personal effects, like his red velvet pillow and fine china tea-set.

Everyone seems to have a different bathrobe or dressing-gown, some of them very grubby-looking (Colonel Potter's in particular is so cruddy it's hard to see the point of having a shower and then putting it back on). Hawkeye's stands out not only because of its rich red colour (or purple if he's writing his will) but because it's not a civilian dressing-gown, it's a convalescent robe issued to patients, creating an association with being ill or wounded, all the time. He obviously loves his Hawaiian shirts and his straw cowboy hat.

BJ, I think, is actually the person other than Klinger who messes with his uniform the most. He wears a jacket with the sleeves cut off, he wears bright red braces, he wears an assortment of henley tops of which the pink one is only the most alluring, he has an extremely silly straw hat for party time, and of course much of the time he wears high-top Chuck Taylor sneakers instead of army boots. Hawkeye is the person who complains the most verbally about being in the army but BJ seems to be registering his protest visually through the clothes he wears (in addition to his cheesy moustache). I also like his comfy grey sweatshirt with the sleeves hacked off, and he is the most enjoyable member of the male cast to see with his shirt off. I find him pleasingly chaotic and choose to believe this is how he dresses in his time off at home too.

that's all I have about that at the moment

#m*a*s*h

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pega-chan · 1 year

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First Impressions: Sri Asih (2022)

i have waited 2 years for this movie and it did NOT disappoint. quick thoughts after i watched it yesterday:

i understand it is the movie so they have to pack everything in, but some of the exposition feels clunky. this also leads to some of the dialogue being unnatural

the pacing in the beginning of the movie was a little too fast

there are some scenes that i wish would've lasted longer or had more purpose, like the charity ball. yes it was fun to see Al and Kala dress up but ultimately nothing happened there and the real showdown happened in Adinegara's office

some scenes didn't have a smooth enough transition but i can overlook it

i do wish they would've given more exposition for Alana's age and career/life in the movie. i'm sure she's an adult, otherwise she wouldn't have all that free time. but is she a full time professional fighter? why did her mother decide to have her be one? at the end it's revealed Al's adoptive mom knew she was the next Sri Asih and decided to take her in because of it, but why mold her into a professional fighter and not some other athlete that gives her similar capabilities to fight, like a silat athlete? with silat, Al could've had actual practice using a selendang in battle bc a selendang is a silat weapon

so is Alana's mom part of Jagabumi or something? Kala never explained his connection to her

how did Al adapt to her new powers so quickly? she wasn't even briefed on what they are. her experience as a fighter gives her a leg up, but Eyang Maryani just did not explain that she can fly, use the selendang, have enhanced srength and durability, or multiply, at any point during the movie

she didn't even use all of her comic canon powers, like growing to giant size or purifying dark spirit energy were not utilized at all. they gave her super speed i guess, which is a new power

i am glad romance just does not exist in this movie. Alana is an aroace icon driven by rage and bloodlust just like i've always hoped she'd be <3

no mentions of Ganis :'''''''''''' like okay Ganis and Al are one timeline but i just want my Sundanese homegirl acknowledged

i'm not a big fan of Al being the next Sri Asih by virtue of being directly descended from Nani Wijaya. i don't think superheroes should be chosen by blood relation, they should be determined randomly based on if they're capable or not, bc anyone can be a hero if Dewi Asih decided they are one

casting Najwa Shihab as Nani was GENIUS btw. Nani was a journalist so it makes absolute sense to cast an actual journalist as her!

you know what would be cool though? they could have referenced the 1954 Sri Asih movie by finding someone that looked like Mimi Mariani and referencing the plot of the movie too. if only the movie wasn't lost media :'(

i will say Nani's costume looks absolutely nothing like in the comics and i'm disappointed by it, but hey, you gotta connect Alana's cameo in Gundala to this movie somehow. my advice is they could've made it similar to Nani's costume by adding her batik and then having Al choose not to wear the batik when she suits up to help Gundala

let's talk fashion! Al has a very practical and utilitarian wardrobe in muted colours. its mostly sporty with many sleeveless shirts which she tends to wear bc she sweats while fighting so often. it reflects her priorities as a professional fighter, and she has some high-end/more expensive pieces (like the combat boots and a significantly less utilitarian backpack) that screams of her wealthy background. i'm disappointed none of her clothes seem to have any wear or tear pre-battle, bc you would think some would look pretty ratty if Al has a habit of getting into scuffles, but that can perhaps be chalked up to her having a rich parent that can replace worn out clothes easily. i don't mind the amount of crop tops in her wardrobe, bc Pev Pearce absolutely deserves to show off those abs. the leather jacket was my fave fit.

not a fan of the multiple braids. bro that's cultural appropriation

i love love love her friendships in this movie. with her fellow pro fighters Gilang and that high school kid, Tangguh, and even Kala

i love that Gilang and the high schooler are like, not fair skinned and not with conventionally attractive features. there's a lot of diversity in this movie and i love it

what happened to all her pro fighter friends, anyway? they just up and disappeared after the hospital blew up. i get Al has bigger things to worry about, but the fighter's ring is her mom's work and those and her friends who are threatened by Adinegara. Gilang and co. are just replaced by Tangguh and Kala

Pev did a phenomenal job embodying Alana's character, but i can't understand why they would cast a half-white actor. i'm not being ethnocentric /gen, but i think Sri Asih should be represented by the ordinary class that doesn't have white privilege. biracial Sri Asih is an interesting concept to explore, but i wish they would've cast someone fully indonesian or even a minority. a chindo sri asih would be so cool

Tangguh is MY poor little meow meow. he's doing his best, truly! just a wimp of a man who tries to get context but fails every time. i support him going feral and tasing that guard.

i lowkey want more female characters in this movie. like if you compare it with the amount of guys (that play a significant role) it's just disproportionate, and doesn't make sense for there to be such an imbalance in a girl power film

Kala. has little personality. he's a tool that helps Al take down the bad guys and we only start to see a glimpse of his character when he interacts with Tangguh. official sources describe him as "charismatic", "kalem", and "mysterious". the REAL mystery is his personality babes.

speaking of, while Al is aroace for sure. the tension and chemistry between Kala and Tangguh has more romantic weight than anything they have going on with Al

Eyang Maryani is also just there as a tool. it's her job as a mentor, sure. but i wish she embodied the mentor part more

how did they get Al's mom out of the hospital in the first place??

it's also unrealistic how quickly Al decides to trust Kala tbh. "i know your mom" does he have proof?? girl he could be lying

this film has a lot going on, and there are some threads i wish they would've tied up more neatly. who murdered Mateo? are we supposed to assume Jatmiko did? how did Jatmiko get his hands on the Roh Setan necklace? what was Adinegara doing with HIS necklace, and what was it for? what about the businessmen working with Adinegara who were in on the plot to sacrifice a thousand souls? why are they concerned with Dewi Api and want to bring forth her army? did they know Jatmiko was behind the mask? did they know the necklace Adinegara had wasn't the real one? who are they in the grand scheme of things other than scummy rich men stepping all over the poor?

also Giselle. what happened to her and what was she hiding about Mateo's murder?

is Adinegara even stopped in his tracks?

i honestly wanted Tangguh to be placed in more imminent danger. if he already has a target on his back for being too intrusive, then maybe have Adinegara send goonies after him. this could connect him more solidly to Al, who is also being hunted down by Adinegara. it would work out better than randomly meeting each other in the rusun.

Tangguh does end up helping Al by having the motive to help out his neighbours and the working class in the rusun, who are being mistreated by the rich. but considering his whole gig was as a journalist, he should've had a mission about documenting the whole story and could've introduced Al to the public after she saved them

the ACAB plotline could've been done better. Jatmiko was the villain disguised as a grey character but he's not grey enough imo bc he didn't have a solid intention for playing both sides

the action scenes were spectacular btw, i usually get bored at action scenes if they go on for too long but this movie did not make me sleepy

that's all i have currently. i'll be watching the movie again next week, so i'll be adding onto this after a rewatch as i think of more stuff. overall the movie was a 9/10! totally worth the wait

#sri asih #pegapersonal

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3x07 "Delta-V"

I'm trailing behind again by a whopping five episodes and I'm sorry to say that it's not just because RL is keeping me busy. I'm just not very enthralled by the show right now. Which is disappointing because I've been told so many times how great it is, especially where we're at right now. I really, really want to love this show. More to the point where these recaps are concerned - I don't want to be "trashing" something people very clearly love. Anyway, I'll try not to go overboard, but do consider yourself warned: Not too happy right now.

There's a time jump of about half a year between this episode and the one before that. I'm not too fond of these "medium sized" jumps. (BSG did something similar and back then I was pissed and felt cheated out of a whole lot of storytelling, which my poor flatmate would probably still be able to attest to. The boxing episode - the only one I've ever seen that I liked - helped a lot to sell it to me later on.) I will admit it's mostly a personal preference, but I really don't like losing track of the characters' development like that. Big jumps are fine btw. I guess they're just creating enough of a distance for me to not mind the gaps anymore whereas with the medium jumps I feel like I should know things that I don't. I have no idea whether this makes any sense to anyone but me, but there it is.

Chrisjen is general secretary now. Clearly an improvement for Earth, but - as it turns out over the next set of episodes - not for the show. I miss her as a character, I miss her cussing at everyone, but I also think the different perspective her scenes offered did benefit the show a lot. I'm going to assume she'll return. She'd better... The necklace she's wearing during her speech could easily double as a murder weapon.

The jellyfish has built a huge ring.

The Roci (I guess we don't really care about the pine tree renaming at all) is operating as a standard something ship now with three quarters of her crew while Naomi is off following the call of the Belters. To pay for the trial concerning the status of the ship they've taken on a reporter and a camera man, who any normal person instantly recognizes to be blind whereas I was assuming some weird scifi shenaningans.

Drummer is captain of the Behemoth and kindly asked to take on Irish vibes guy (looks it up: Ashford) as her First Officer, who also brings "you need to get laid" guy (looks that up again too: Diogo). Naomi is chief engineer because of reasons. (I'm a bit miffed we only get part of those way later, but I'll get to that at that point.)

Anna is on board of a ship near the ring as well. Because that's what you do when your family is expecting you back home. More on that later as well - right now she's dancing the line to what is still fine with me.

We get some Amos back story: He won his education spot in a lottery. Nice system there, Earth. And apparently his documentation is less than complete. Which is shady though I heartily approve in the context of this episode because I don't like the reporter.

The Mormon special place on the ship they were looking for previously turns out to be the command center. Thanks for clearing that up.

And some lady named Melba places a bomb on a support ship. Which also means she needs to kill nice tech guy invoking some kind of super powers to do so. To which a heartfelt HUH?!

Crazy ass slingshot pilot makes very unappealing exit from the show thereby activating the ring.

And Miller turns up. With hat.

Jump to next episode

#kenaran watches the expanse #the expanse #3x07 #delta-v

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undercooked-spaghetti · 1 year

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I NEED TO LET THIS OUT. BECAUSE I WANNA LIKE MAFUYU, BUT I JUST KINDA... don't?

She's FINE. But I feel like RGG didn't know what to do with her. They originally intended for her and Yagami to be a power couple with all kinds of contacts and shit as a defense laywer/prosecutor dream-team. But then they decided that adding that kind of thing would take away from the thriller aspects of Judgment, so they changed it.

But then they changed it, and Mafuyu mostly just seems... there. I think she's good in terms of showing the player Yagami's change in some aspects; after the whole thing with Emi, he could no longer be a lawyer and wasn't really in a place for romance or even vulnerability. But it's almost like they didn't quite know what to do with Mafuyu in general, so her inclusion just seems thrown around.

They try and include Mafuyu, and her introduction is... okay? Like Kaito comments about her being an old flame, but Mafuyu sputters that they didn't really date. In a flashback, Yagami tells Saori it's not official yet, and Saori CLINGS to the "yet." So they kinda dated but it doesn't seem like it was anything big. Saori seems to take it the most seriously, really.

And despite it being three years later, Mafuyu tells Yagami he straight up doesn't seem to be made for detective status (or something) and should go back to being a lawyer. But what basis does she have for this? I feel like she was introduced more to throw Morita and Izumida onto the scene (in an awkward manner), and less to give out much about her.

She also doesn't do a lot. And by that I mean, she does some stuff, but she never felt central to anything happening (except like once closer to the end). At some point she nearly gets kidnapped, but the whole thing seems stupid because shit is starting to go down with murders, so you'd think Mafuyu would have her guard up in Kamurocho (where bad stuff goes down ANYWAY as it's the entertainment distrcit), but she doesn't because... she's immediately on the phone the second she leaves the Genda law office? And she also doesn't notice several men following her. And now that she's PERSONALLY involved and Yagami saves her, she decides "wow you're so fired up and alive, detective work is definitely for you, Yagami!" And the scene is possibly the most chemistry between Mafuyu and Yagami, but it comes after Mafuyu trying to talk Yagami into a hole he doesn't wanna be in. It also came off as "wow, now that I've been in danger I totally see how this means so much to you," and while I know it wasn't the intention, it's hard to see it another way considering that the last time we saw her, she had nothing good to say about his line of work.

Even later on, Hattori tells you he told the Kyorei group about Mafuyu because they needed to get Yagami's attention but like... how does Hattori know about Mafuyu and their past? He's a reporter, yeah, but how would he even know Yagami and Mafuyu had a thing if it was never official and it even seemed to be a short-lived thing? Again, it seems more like an attempt to tell us Mafuyu is SUPA DUPA important. And granted, it did play into the whole "Yagami would be devastated if one more innocent woman got hurt my his actions," but... I don't know, when you think about it beyond "plot reasons," it comes off as questionable.

Mafuyu later helps Ayabe get info to Yagami because the dude is busy being sniffed out by Kuroiwa. Mafuyu wants to help out now that she knows how dangerous things are. She wears a disguise to L'Amant because she's breaking the law by taking some documents from the prosecutor's office and doesn't want to be recognized... but then gets mad when Yagami doesn't recognize her? Despite wearing a wig and covering her face, plus a complete change in outfit that I'm sure isn't anything Mafuyu would ordinarily wear. "HOW DAR U NOT RECOGNIZE ME!? I'M NOT QUICK AND EASY DESPITE THE AWKWARD WAY I WAS SPEAKING AND HOW IT COMES ACROSS CONSIDERING WHERE WE ARE." It just rubbed me the wrong way and also seemed uncharacteristically aggressive.

Finally, she digs into Morita after we find out Morita is willing to do nothing to stop Shono's schemes (and she is absolutely SHOCKED when Yagami is willing to be arrested so it can bring light to the truth). And THEN she sees men are after her. And it's a big fight sequence where she cheers for the mens and we, the player, SHOULD BE ALL HAPPY BECAUSE WAIFU CLOSEUP AND SPARKLE but... I'm not because the game hasn't done a lot to make me care overall, plus their weird decisions on when Mafuyu notices shit or not is all over the place. Even when she tells an informant "TEEHEEHEE, YAGAMI IS KINDA MY BOYFRIEND" it comes off awkward because everyone is surprised by it, Yagami especially. AND NOTHING COMES FROM IT? Other than "oh yagami, teehee, we should go to the law office because Saori likes seeing us together," and even THAT means nothing because it's all there so we can see that Hoshino and Saori are a thing. Which is another issue with me altogether, but just seems sloppily thrown in there when, ultimately, it does nothing to move the plot along. It also doesn't help that later we find out their relationship has gone nowhere and the game does nothing to explain why (I assume because Hoshino is flat out USELESS), so why bother even adding it in if it does very little for plot or EVEN character development?

RGG really needs to stop forcing romance into their games. Most of the time it's sloppy and unnecessary, and when somehow it DOES work (Hana/Akiyama chemistry), they do something to fuck it up later ANYWAY.

And not to say Mafuyu didn't do anything in the game, but she just seems kinda here or there but not that important to the plot overall in Judgment. She mostly seems like they send her to Genda Law Office because she's besties with Saori and they want dirt, but instead of that she just gives heads up into what the prosecution is gonna do. Which just... doesn't seem professional? She seems like a so-so prosecutor, but Lost Judgment ASSURES US people are big fans of Mafuyu and Saori as COOL WOMAN LAW OFFICIALS. But the thing is, Saori we've seen in court and we can gather how she has a fanbase based on her actions throughout Judgment and Lost Judgment. Mafuyu seems more like they tell us she's a good prosecutor, so she is. But she just doesn't seem all that smart when she IS on scene (she's not dumb, but her constant shock and amazement that Yagami refuses to give up, PLUS the lack of her strong prosecution savvy in any tense courtroom scene just don't sell her, really) and just doesn't seem like a good match for Yagami, or even as a prosecutor, so I have no reason to root for her.

I think another big issue that doesn't help, and that I've mentioned here or there, is that most of the big Mafuyu talks/reveals mostly come from Saori. Yagami jokes about feeling like he's on a date with her, so obviously she needs to bring up Mafuyu and her love for Morita (which I know is relevant later, but... I don't know, the way they chose to bring it up seems very shoehorned). Saori wanted Mafuyu to move on once Morita got married, hence why she gets so caught up on her dating Yagami. Which would be fine if, three years later after so much has happened, Saori still wasn't caught up on it (I know it's because WE, the PLAYER, don't have this information, so it's gonna be awkward). It just seems like she's not thinking that maybe it would be shitty to force it on both Yagami, who isn't quite ready for love and vulnerability, and Mafuyu, who deserves someone who can actually give her the love and attention she wants and needs. She still likes Yagami, FINE, but it's more that Saori and Kaito just constantly feel the need to bring it up. It seems more like a lazy way to poke at the player and go "SEE? THEY THINK IT SHOULD HAPPEN. MAYBE IT WILL ONE DAY" but it's hard to take seriously when even Yagami doesn't quite seem as into it. For me, who doesn't quite care about romance in my games ANYWAY unless I can choose if it happens or not, it just turns me off of it more when other characters are written to bring it up outta nowhere. It seems less natural and organic that way.

And I think Yagami DOES care for Mafuyu in his own way, but not at the same level that Mafuyu does for him. And I really wanted to like Mafuyu because she does seem like she wants to help out, but... a lot of times she doesn't do a lot and her development just seems kinda clunky at best. I wanted more for her.

Hell, in Lost Judgment, she might as well not be there. She's introduced, we get punched in the throat AGAIN to remind us she might still have a thing for Yagami, she explains the prosecution's side, and then we barely see her again except for two whole scenes where she doesn't do much of anything.

I think she could've been thrown into courtroom situations opposite Yagami in the past to give some tension, as Genda does randomly point out that a relationship with the prosecution could be disasterous. I think it would make the awkward dynamics between her and Yagami seem a little more intentional. I don't know, I feel like when they decided to completely overhaul the Yagami/Mafuyu thing, they didn't know what to do with her, so they shoved her in here and there. More times it seems like we're TOLD how good she is as prosecution rather than seeing it, so it just comes off as harder to swallow.

I thought Saori was pretty annoying with the old "MAFUYU" bits coming out of her mouth, especially since as much as she wants to help her bestie out, she needs to let Mafuyu move on in her own time. Rushing her does not seem loving, nor does trying to force feelings out of Yagami by continuing to bring Mafuyu's own feelings up, as if it should happen just because Saori wants it to. But despite it, Saori still shows that she's a decent defense lawyer by her small actions and reactions within the game. And she also seems quite willing to put herself out there for the good of the case. I just wish more had been done for Mafuyu, because I feel like we barely get an idea of her FROM her. It's the old "a good story should show rather than tell" that I want to see, especially in a media like video games where it's more focused on Yagami's point of view; I would've loved to see more of Mafuyu come out. We get a tiny idea of her, but as I said, she just seems kinda there.

I don't know, it's been bobbing around in my head and writing things always helps. So there's my essay on Mafuyu: I'm not sold on her, but felt like more could've been done for her character. Am I sure how? No, but I don't know, maybe because I'm not the target audience and look deeper into character development, but Mafuyu just didn't feel overly developed and it was hard to root for her in any way.

But the target audience would love her as a waifu because she's cute, so therefore... she's perfect as is because they get to SAVE HER FROM THE BIG BAD MENS.

I will say though that in Lost Judgment when Mafuyu comments that Saori seems to enjoy the attention she got from Kaito, Higashi, and Yagami, it was kinda fucked up that Saori tells Mafuyu she should put effort into her appearance if she wants that kind of attention.

I know it was to "joke" back with Mafuyu since Mafuyu seemed like she was just playing around, but it just seemed like it was more of a personal comment rather than playful.

/end rant

#judgment #judge eyes #lost judgment #judgment spoilers #mafuyu fujii #text post #ranting #i just cant find it in me to care much for mafuyu #at this point it seems too late to do a lot for her but im always up for character development #also it felt weird when sugiura was like “oh a woman is being followed. SHES REALLY PRETTY”#like if she was ugly it would be fine?#it just felt kinda weird and trying to make the player feel something #i wouldve saved her anyway

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there’s still half of a horse to beat to death. continue talking about james bond

you got it james since i got two asks about this i'm gonna divide my new content into two posts: this one is gonna be mostly an expansion on what i'd already touched upon in the first post, and then i'll answer another ask that goes into the thing that wasn't as prominent in the first 10 chapters

second post here

some housekeeping first- i made a typo in my first post. From Russia, With Love is 28 chapters not 38 and there was a big bit in chapter 9 i conveniently forgot about when writing the first post because idk i started writing that one at midnight or something surely one can forgive a supermassive oversight if i correct it in a later post. i'll get into it under the cut

my recommendation to anyone interested in reading james bond is that it's best enjoyed if you're a hater. or you could just turn your brain off but ian fleming shows his and more broadly postwar england's whole ass in how he writes about... a lot... so i don't think you can do that unless you're like 12, in which case i politely ask you to not read james bond until later because i think that's like watching the anime kill la kill at the same age (<- note: op did actually watch kill la kill when he was 12. nothing bad happened as a result or anything but i generally consider it a bad decision because some of the things that flew over my head originally i really should've been able to recognize before watching it)

i think i'm gonna do a lot less quoting in this one because i'm pulling from just under double the amount of chapters

tw misogyny queerphobia

let me begin by correcting my oversight. i think rosa klebb might be ian's idea of a lesbian, actually, though i could still see her being bi or ace or aro... (she feels like all of them at once, honestly). i feel like you could show how the time period's brand of queerphobia (1950s for reference) really tended to conflate basically every form of queerness together and label it all, simply, "sexual deviancy," and villify that, using james bond as a case study. from my point of view there are a lot of probable interpretations of rosa klebb and none of them are straight, and these traits really were only tacked onto her character for the purpose of othering her more. far am i from an expert on queer history though, i am just some english major, this is an observation i'm making about the time based on the books as opposed to the opposite way around- i would advise you to take my extrapolation here with a grain of salt because i could do with grounding it in more evidence first

see i in my "it's currently 1am and i have class at 10am tomorrow" concern actually left out a portion of chapter 9 that i think bears mentioning. context for this scene: our novel's bond girl, tatiana romanova, has been called to the office of the head executioner of the russian secret service (who happens to be klebb) to be given her assignment ("seduce james bond so you can spy for us in london")

"With a squeak of pleasure, Rosa Klebb threw herself down in the caricature of a Récamier pose. She reached up an arm and turned on a pink shaded table-lamp whose stem was a naked woman in sham Lalique glass. She patted the couch beside her."

'Turn out the top light, my dear. The switch is by the door. Then come and sit beside me. We must get to know each other better.'

tatiana turns off the light and runs out of the room in terror after this. should be noted that klebb is wearing a nightgown at this point and has put on makeup, where she started the scene in her military uniform and then changed into all this at the end of the chapter. now i don't think it's difficult to guess that the intention in this scene is that, for whatever reason, klebb is trying to get romanova to have sex with her. i'm not sure how much i can continue to beat this particular dead horse but i'm sure i can write another 5 sentences on it- this is lesbophobic. it's very much a portrayal of lesbian sex as wrong and unnatural, because rosa klebb as a character is very much portrayed by the narrative as wrong and unnatural. if tatiana romanova is everything a woman should be (submissive, beautiful, heterosexual, prudish, naive/innocent), rosa klebb is the exact opposite (domineering in that she's a very high ranking officer in a particularly violent position in the russian secret service as well as the one that initiates this scene, ugly, queer, promiscuous, cold and calculating). regardless of how you interpret klebb's sexuality the message is fairly clear. women are supposed to have sex with men and be virginal in demeanor otherwise, there's no room in this ideal for female sexual freedom which is an expression of misogyny more broadly, but the allusion to lesbian sex makes this scene lesbophobic on top of just plain misogynistic

shoutout to ian for also describing her in this scene as "the oldest and ugliest whore in the world" also, that's a real quote. just reinforcing that aesthetic appearance is directly linked to morality in the james bond universe, because that will become relevant again in another post.

in the meantime ian is 1000% a tits guy and this is my proof

i read From Russia, With Love on the project gutenberg canada site which displays the entire novel on a single page. 13 results for "breasts" in 28 chapters so this is just under one mention of breasts every other chapter, and i read around for the context just to make sure- the one time he is not explicitly talking about a woman's boobs he's actually comparing the domes of mosques in istanbul to them i'm not joking:

"[T]he old European section of Istanbul glittered at the end of the broad half-mile of bridge with the slim minarets lancing up into the sky and the domes of the mosques, crouching at their feet, looking like big firm breasts."

i don't even know what to say about that really i just thought it was funny.

using this as a broader commentary on misogyny in the novel, three of the 13 mentions of the word breasts are used in reference to tatiana romanova- there was when he described her breasts in the chapter she was introduced in which i already pointed out, and then twice afterwards when bond saw and met her for the first time. ian made all of his male pov characters think about womens' breasts, first it was kronsteen with rosa klebb and then it was this:

"Had that been the prudery of a virgin? Bond thought not. There was the confidence of having been loved in the proud breasts and the insolently lilting behind--the assertion of a body that knows what it can be for."

dude is like 10 inches away from writing a character breasting boobily down the stairs i swear. i think it's a little bit telling how often romanova's sex life comes up- ian makes a point of telling the reader that she's not a virgin in the chapter where she's introduced, and later when rosa klebb gives her the honeypot assignment rosa klebb asks her point blank if she's a virgin and if she would list the names of the men she's had sex with and at what points in her life. which isn't creepy at all btw, and of course when bond sees her for the first time two of the things he thinks about first when pondering the situation are "man she has nice tits and ass. she's definitely not a virgin." i think it speaks to the objectifying way the novel looks at women- romanova's role in the story is limited purely to falling in love with bond and having sex with him a few times so he falls in love with her too. she's a total pawn in the broader scope of the story and doesn't really have any agency- she encounters donovan grant at the same time that bond does and it's unclear whether or not she recognizes him but i think it's implied that she does and that she isn't at all comfortable with his presence. and she doesn't have to do anything about it but her just submitting to bond when he brushes aside her concern about him is. eh. it's in character but i think the fact that that is in character is emblematic of the fact that as a woman in a bond novel if you're not there to essentially sit there and look pretty you're a queer russian with a penchant for torture and you will be othered by the narrative

now being able to discern the wildest shit from peoples' appearances is a pretty well established james bond character trait- when he later encounters donovan grant he catches on pretty fast to the fact something is Wrong With Him and when he figures out grant is a russian spy he immediately goes "oh you're manic depressive aren't you tell me does the full moon make you act weird?" i guess manic depression just functions like that in the james bond universe- it's a mental condition reminiscent of the menstrual cycle in function, but instead of your own blood spilling someone else's does. referencing back to my first post when i talked about donovan grant, despite sexualizing him in the first scene i think between him being asexual and pretending that's what manic depression is, ian is attempting to emasculate the character. i mentioned that rosa is the opposite of the feminine ideal- donovan grant is the opposite of the male ideal, and inherent to ian's male ideal is a sex drive and a more dominating disposition, which donovan lacks because he's really just a henchman at the end of the day, follows his orders efficiently, also has to kill people every full moon, which is werewolf-y yes but i think the parallel to periods should've been mentioned in the first post too

that mostly wraps up any expanding i could do on the criticisms i already talked at length so sneak peek of my next post that i will spend 2-3 hours on: ian fleming is so normal about eastern europe :)

#but maaarrrsss!#trashfire media containment breach

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silver-tongued-bby · 3 years

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Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

...

God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

...

It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

...

A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

End Notes: Want to read more Loki fics of mine? My masterlist is here.

#loki mcu #dom!loki x you #dom!loki x you smut #dom!loki x sub!reader #dom!loki x reader #ceo!loki #loki x you smut #loki x reader smut #loki x you #loki x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki smut #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston loki #loki fic

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syneilesis · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist & other things

Hello! You can call me Archi or Syn. On rare occasions, I write fic. This sideblog is for fic-related stuff, but I also reblog pretty images and words for inspiration – plus other things. This blog is mostly for myself, but if you've read any of my fic from ao3 and/or here, come say hi! I love reading fic comments :) I'm just here to have fun and have a space stress-free lol. I'm an adult, so some of my posts and reblogs may contain mature/explicit/dark content. Please read at your own risk.

A lot of my fics are reader-inserts, and since the fandoms I write for so far are otome games, the reader may double as the main character too. There are also times when I write for canon characters.

Arranged according to fandom, fic type (i.e., one-shot vs multi), posting date.

The Boy Next Door

10:47 PM | Eun Jeongwan x Main Character (Reader), E

Eun Jeongwan spends the night in your place. What happens then is hardly surprising.

Haikyuu!!

samurai AU vignette | Oikawa Tooru x Reader, T

“Whenever he comes by, I’ll take care of him. Just do your job,” your mother had instructed.

Ikemen Genjiden

—scene from a bedroom | Kitsuji Sueharu x afab!Reader, E

You and Sueharu, tangled in the dim-lit room.

Not on my shift | Kitsuji Sueharu x Reader, T

Your one and only job description is to protect Sueharu. Sueharu, however, wants to add a couple more.

waxing poetic about Sueharu's exposed chest | Kitsuji Sueharu x Reader, G

"My eye is up here."

A Summer Affair | Kitsuji Sueharu x f!Reader, E

Or: five encounters with the man who calls you ohime-sama.

Royalty AU | Kitsuji Sueharu x Reader, G

"If you want me not to overwork, you have to listen to me."

Ikemen Prince

Bookbound | Chevalier Michel x Emma, T

Without their realizing it, Emma and Prince Chevalier have formed a book club.

anticatharsis | Chevalier Michel, gen

Five times Prince Chevalier should have felt something, but hadn't.

paralepsis | Chevalier Michel, gen

Twenty facts about Chevalier Michel.

Grading papers | Chevalier Michel x Reader, T, Cybird University verse

Home slippers on, you pad towards the living room to discover Chevalier on the couch, reading glasses on, a paper on his hand and a stack of the same beside him, wearing the most remarkable frown you have ever seen in the entire time you’ve known him.

Barista!Yves and Customer!Emma vignette | Yves Kloss x Emma, G

She has her hair tied up today, Yves thinks. Now with a shiny sequel!

The Masked Villain | Clavis Lelouch, gen

Clavis is Tuxedo Mask. Crackfic.

Before the Dawn | Chevalier Michel x Reader, G

The Number One Hero knows your address. That's bad news.

Where Does Such Tenderness Come From | Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader, G

In another universe, you were Belle, and you fell in love with a prince. And nothing came of it.

Let It Stand | Chevalier Michel x Emma, T, work in progress

Emma gets a new editor. This editor doesn’t like her that much.

one | two | three

Ikemen Sengoku

i bruise my hands on the living cage | Kicho x MC!Reader, M

Ambition is greater than love.

Split Custody | Team Azuchi + Kicho, G

And you say, “So be it. Divorce it is.”

Art Appreciation | Naoe Kanetsugu x MC!Reader, G

“No –” and you sound so smug at this “– appreciating a work of art.”

Staff Evaluation | Kicho x Reader, G, Cybird University Verse

“Please tell me you’re not planning an uprising,” you say as you open your office door and find Kicho brewing coffee from the coffee maker—comfortably like he owns the place.

a quiet glow | Naoe Kanetsugu x MC!Reader, G

You, Kanetsugu, and fireflies.

blood,steel,oath | Naoe Kanetsugu x f!Reader, T

There's a rebellion happening, and your knight protects you.

The Captain Does Not Go Down with the Ship | Mouri Motonari x Reader, T

You try your best to stop the Imperial Army from capturing your captain.

Ikemen Vampire

hold your heavenly place | Comte de Saint-Germain x MC!Reader, T

It starts with two words. Now with Comte POV sequel.

Nothing But Destinations | Arthur Conan Doyle x Main Character, T

We are living in our own world, just the two of us.

ekphrastic for the mad king | Vlad x MC!Reader, T

a portrait of a delusional monarch

In this Floating World | Vlad x MC!Reader, Arthur Conan Doyle x MC!Reader, Osamu Dazai x MC!Reader, M

Three men, through love and despair.

From Her Mouth of Strawberry | Vlad x MC!Reader, M

An epilogue of Vlad’s Romantic Ending route. With art.

Glimpses of eternity | Vlad x Comte de Saint-Germain, G

Vlad and his pure smile, and Comte, throughout their lives.

A Victorious Conquest | Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader, G

You're alone in a pub, and a gorgeous man approaches you.

no end to promises | Vlad x f!Reader, T

Throughout his waking life there is only one for him, and it is you.

There is No Heaven | Vlad x Comte de Saint-Germain, T

The mansion remembers your longing. Your memories become ghosts living in its walls.

Floriography | Vlad x Reader, G, Cybird University Verse

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

the soul is nothing more than a glass of ocean water | Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader, T (for now), work in progress

It's your first time meeting Comte; Comte disagrees.

Love and Deepspace

Coffee Break | Xavier (Shen Xinghui) x MC!Reader, G

You buy Xavier a new coffee machine.

if only for a moment | Rafayel (Qi Yu) x MC!Reader, T

Rafayel waits. And waits. And waits.

Faded Like Memory | Rafayel (Qi Yu) x MC!Reader, G

He chose this path to find you.

the loudest song | Rafayel (Qi Yu) x MC!Reader, M

You're beautiful in the dimly lit chamber, and a storm surges inside him.

Pampertime | Xavier (Shen Xinghui) x MC!Reader, E

The bunny butler outfit makes a grand return. In bed.

Oral Recitation | Xavier (Shen Xinghui) x MC!Reader, E

Direct continuation of Pampertime. It's Xavier's turn to indulge this time.

Shinsengumi Wasurenagusa

as one spring piles upon another | Okita Souji x MC!Reader, T

Okita Souji, and the letter that he will never answer.

Touken Ranbu

forget not the spring | Kashuu Kiyomitsu x Saniwa!Reader, G

Five variations of the same question. Or: longing in five glimpses.

What in Hell is Bad?

untitled gabriel/reader fic | Gabriel x MC!Reader, M

At last, Gabriel is at your mercy.

Who Made Me a Princess

Bilateral Agreement | Lucas x Athanasia de Alger Obelia, T

There’s a foreign prince visiting Obelia, and Lucas doesn’t like him one bit. Also, there’s a threat of assassination, but that’s not at all important.

Miscellaneous:

Fic concepts/imagines

Some ideas for fic that I'm interested in but won't write (probably):

Ikemen Prince novelist!Chevalier AU

Ikemen Prince coffee shop AU

Ikemen Sengoku Three Thousand Years of Longing AU ft. Oda Nobunaga

Haikyuu!! secret agent AU ft. Miya Atsumu

Obey Me! rom-com AU ft. Satan

Touken Ranbu Mikazuki Munechika x Saniwa!Reader historical distortion

Jujutsu Kaisen ghost and friends ft. Okkotsu Yuuta

Ikemen Sengoku Groundhog day AU time loop

Ikemen Prince office AU + R18 drama cd voice actor AU ft. Silvio Ricci

Drama CD stuff

Ikemen Series voice actors doing R18 drama CD masterlist

#fic #masterlist #my fic

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dreamingmanip · 3 years

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“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene.

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone glowed and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off.

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important.

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair.

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”.

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero".

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group.

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes.

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving.

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you".

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds.

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's".

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart.

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice.

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her cautious blue eyes looking back at you.

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months".

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends.

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive".

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak.

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said.

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

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