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saphssapphire · 10 months

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WILT - Shelley Short Story - Edelsteen

Here's the next Shelley Short Story! Sorry it took me so long to write it and then even longer to remember to post it here lol

Uh yeah! Click the Read More to see the story and enjoy!

Am I gonna tag this with the Postknight 2 tag? Sure I guess

-FIVE-

Man, I love those goobers.

Shelley ran down a long path for her deliveries, feeling the wind in her face and admiring her surroundings. The sun shone high in the sky, slowly descending in the evening hours. Birds flew near the edges of the path, scattering as she approached. Leaves from the ground blew away in the dust cloud forming behind her, as more slowly descended from the grove of surrounding maple trees.

“Hah! A genuine Prisma Gem in the trash, who would’ve thought?” Shelley chuckled to herself. Earlier that day, at the eatery, they’d found one of the coveted gems in the dumpsters, thanks to Mallow. Loftie was absolutely over the moon about it.

It didn’t quite please Kao as much, when they talked about the gem as a symbol of his “incredibly obvious” crush on Alfawl, earning them a flight into the roadside. And honestly? Shelley didn’t mind; she greatly enjoyed these little moments with the balcony gang. No worries, no judgment, no need to pretend; she can just be who she is with them.

It feels like forever since I’ve felt this great, Shelley thought to herself. Years and years of worry, of sorrow, of beating herself up over little things. But the world doesn’t have to be like that. Maybe, sometimes she can just accept things as they’ve been, and move on. Just let it be.

She slowed her pace a little, from a full-on sprint to more of a jogging speed, watching the blurred landscape come into clearer view. It should be nearing sunset soon- this feels like a pretty decent spot to watch it, maybe a short little stroll next to the river. The mountains near Hollorim City are still just barely visible around here, looming in the background over a vast forest or rich oranges. If she had her camera with her, it’d make for some pretty nice pictures- Mawsit would probably like that. Well, she can *koff* try to do some sketches for her, still. Very heavy emphasis on the “try”.

What’s she waiting for, then? Two more deliveries for the day.

-SIX-

“Thank you for your patience! Sorry about the wait!”

Alright, second-to-last delivery done. One more to go, last one for the day; she’s almost ready to head back. The road shouldn’t be much of a hassle at this hour, near the end of many Postknights’ shifts. Maybe a dire wolf here, a puffbit there, but she can more or less just zip through the path nice and easy-

As her scarf flaps in the wind, it snags on a branch, sending Shelley tumbling face-first into the dirt like a blooplet trying to make its escape. Unfortunately, unlike the blooplets, her bag gets knocked off and flies into the ground.

Shelley coughs, spitting out the bits of dirt and standing up to scoop all the knightmail back into the bag. She quickly inspects each scroll as she returns them; thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be any major damage to the paper or seals. Maybe a bit of dirt on them, but the scrolls themselves are typically discarded after each use, anyway. The contents are safe, and that’s what matters.

After reattaching the bag to her belt, she attempts to brush the dirt off her uniform and scarf, though it’s pretty hard to get the fresh new dirt stains out of them. Her pants have some rips from scraping it on the dirt, and the scarf’s got a new hole in it from snagging on the branch. Not a big deal, though; her clothes have gone through worse, and it isn’t hard to get some repairs for them. As long as the flower’s fine-

Wait- the flower.

Where’s the flower?

-SIX-THIRTY-

Shelley panics. No. No. This isn’t good. She can’t afford to lose that flower. Maybe her books, her necklace, her experimental kit, but never that flower. It’s the last thing she still owns from-

She sighs. I thought I was all over this. But once again, her brain’s looping, trying to send her hurtling back, forcing her to think about all of this again. Everything that went wrong. Everything that’s clearly not as big a deal as it feels like- right?

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. She has to get the flower back, no matter what. But where could it have gone? How did she lose it? It doesn’t make sense that it flew off on the trail; it was tightly secured, she swears. Right?

But then where could it be? The mailbox, where she was scrambling to load the scrolls into her bag, after remembering them far too late in the day? The house she’d just stopped at to complete a delivery? That one skirmish with an alpha dire wolf far too eager to tussle with a Postknight?

Wait. The Edelsteen? Could she have left it there? It seems possible, considering the rush she made trying to leave in time to finish her duties. If it fell off on the balcony, maybe someone found it and picked it up- hopefully one of her friends and not a random patron. Then again, it could’ve also been when she rushed out at the front door, where any random patron actually could’ve picked it up. How would she be able to expect that the flower was safe- if it was actually there?

That’s her best bet, though. Shelley takes off with a running start, back in the direction of the eatery, fast as she can. It’s getting late in the day- really late in the day, and the restaurant’s probably like an hour away. She has to be as quick as possible to try and get the flower back.

No pests better stand in her way; if there’s even one pippop cluttering the road, it’s getting flung into the sky.

“I’m coming for you, little coralina.”

-SEVEN-

“Coralina? After your flower?”

Shelley lets out a soft smile. Her eyes seem to glitter a little, next to the waters of the Gleam Grotto. “Yeah.”

The two sat quietly, right at the edge of a small cliff near the outermost parts of Eventide Cove. Shelley wasn’t sure how she’d ended up coming here again- at the dungeon, as the Ruxus explorers called it, or so close to Shello Bay. She’d made an effort to avoid these parts for a while, but when Mawsit wanted to go see the western Kurestian bay, how could she say no?

“I think it really suits you!” Mawsit says, beaming like the sun poking through a dark, gloomy storm. “Can I call you that, then? Coralina?”

Shelley lets out a small sigh. “My mother used to call me that, all the time.”

Well, that just hurt a bit more than she’d expected it to. She’s been avoiding Shello Bay all this time, because she didn’t want to have to process any of this more than she had to. And now, another person, asking whether they could use her old nickname…

“Oh, she gave you that nickname?” Mawsit questions, then pauses. “Look… I know you’ve talked about how hard it was for you to lose her.”

“...It’s okay. Don’t mind me, I’m fine.”

I’m fine? Am I? Am I seriously unable to say anything else to anyone, except claim that I’m fine?

“Alright.” Mawsit replies. “That’s good, that’s good, but just remember, I’m here for you, alright? You can rely on me. Take your time, but if you need someone, I’ll listen.”

“Thanks, Mawsit. Promise?”

“I promise, Coralina.”

The wind whips around in the late night, leaving Shelley alone with her thoughts, as she sprints closer and closer to the eatery.

-EIGHT-

Shelley screeches to a stop. She’s made it back to the eatery, but it’s so late that most of the patrons seem to be gone. The last few people seem to be streaming out of the front door. An employee or two seems to be packing up and heading home, even.

How long has she been out there? Three hours? Not good. The chances of finding that flower is definitely dwindling rapidly.

Alright. Someone could have already made off with the flower, but let’s try to take that chance- that’s all we can do. At least, if it’s still here, it shouldn’t be too hard to find, with the bright pink colors standing out so much.

She walks up near the balcony, under the flickering, wonky street lamp, checking around the dumpsters, the restaurant’s personal wishboard, and the bench. No flower here- though there’s certainly a lot of litter. Half-empty food wrappers and damp, crumpled cups- Al and Kao probably won’t like that a lot, but Mallow probably would.

Kicking over the loose cobblestones in the back alley doesn’t reveal anything, either, so Shelley decides to head up. Climbing up the small spiral stairs to the balcony also doesn’t seem to bear any fruits, though. She’d assumed it was there, but between the umbrella tables, purnana hammock, and blooplet bean bag chairs, there really isn’t much except for what seems to be a fallen cupcake or two. The rest of the balcony gang is already gone, so she can’t ask them, but maybe she can find Al and Kao? Or any of the other employees, really- she’ll take what she can get at this point. They’re probably inside, tidying up for the end of the day.

As Shelley’s about to head inside, she hears one of the patrons’ voices coming from the front of the restaurant.

“Such a pretty flower! Who would’ve thought something like this would just be lying on the sidewalk?”

She whips around her head. They’re holding the coralina flower- her most precious possession- carelessly in their hands. Gripping it by the petals, fumbling around with it to look at all the details. The flower’s stained with dirt and gravel- she’s gonna have to clean that, as soon as she talks to them and gets it back-

“Oh, there’s dirt on this petal… What a shame, I guess I’ll just pluck–”

“NO!”

This is NOT happening. This is NOT happening. She won’t let it.

Shelley leaps off the balcony, barreling full-force into the customer- but it’s a second too late, and she knows it. Right as she crashes down, bowling both of them down on the ground, the flower goes flying-

petals torn, fluttering in the wind,

her last connection, the one thing she felt like rooted her down properly,

the flower her nickname comes from, the symbol her mother saw in her

Ruined,

torn,

falling

#postknight 2 #pk2 oc #Edelsteen Eatery #saphs writes #almost wrote “Edelsteem” in the title 💀

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doctorwilson · 3 years

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*Throws content to you not unlike the way people feed pigeons in the park*

Shoutout to Wilson's tv tropes page:

#house md #house m.d.#hilson #house x wilson #james wilson #greg house #my art #I used the meme for guidelines but a good amount of the drawing was done freehand!#This is a meme drawing and I didn't want to spend even more time making it #thus the tracing #however I feel like people can probably tell what I drew and what was traced just by looking at the two pictures and-#-finding the differences #the background is original but it's not exactly something noteworthy #thankfully the background is blurred lol

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sillysnack · 2 years

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the madrigal theater 😱

daily headcanon masterlist

day 15: feb. 14, 2022

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notes: part one here ! this is post canon btw !! so i changed some stuff abt bruno’s room lol :P also idfk what im doing with this

“cloud its feb. 19″ im a time traveler /j

posted the whole fic on ao3 :D (link)

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“they’re laughing about me again... wonder why this time.” camilo grumbles. isabela and mirabel only join in the laughter, despite not knowing why dolores and antonio were laughing.

“i think deserved.” mirabel giggles. camilo frowns. he can’t win, can he? thankfully for the shapeshifter, their abuela tells them to all gather in bruno’s new room. it was still spacious but didn’t have multiple flights of stairs that the whole family would walk up.

“bruno told me all about the story. i have to say, it’s good.” bruno beams with pride and announces, “agustín and félix are in charge of the songs and casting. take the floor, you two.”

agustín and félix look at the little scribbles on their hands and whisper to each other, bruno occasionally nodding and pointing at the vision.

agustín squints his eyes. “i don’t know who that is... can you remove the sticker?” bruno nods, “not in front of them though, obviously.” he chuckles.

camilo shapeshifts into antonio and approaches the trio. he tugs at the hem of félix's pants. “can i see tío's vision?” félix rolls his eyes. “camilo, your brother’s with dolores with mirabel.” the two turn to antonio, whose nails are being painted by his sister and cousin. camilo returns to his original look and shrugs. “it was worth a shot. can i still see tío's vision though?”

félix sighs. there’s no arguing with him, is there? he looks at agustín and bruno, who both nod. camilo greedily removes the butterfly sticker covering the person in the vision. “huh. they’re small.”

the three men simultaneously whisper to camilo, “that’s your brother.” camilo’s face turns into a mixture of disgust and confusion. “dolores said this was a horror slash romance?” bruno covers up his laughing with coughs. “you know your sister can be a little mischievous too.”

camilo narrows his eyes for a split second. can’t catch a break with this family. it makes sense, though. we’re all just a bunch of mischievous people grouped together. i want to say abuela’s an exception but she’s not... ever since casita broke down, so did her stoic demeanor. holy shit, camilo. was that you?

camilo walks up to antonio’s little party, isabela and luisa joined in as well. “mind if i crashed the party?”

mirabel replies with a question, “do you want our honest answer?” camilo rolls his eyes and sits on the floor beside them. he grabs the orange nail polish, isabela lightly slaps his hand. “i’ll do your nails! i’ve seen you put on nail polish, it’s decent but i want to do it.” camilo reaches his hand out. “be my guest.”

the grandkids talk amongst themselves while the adults do the same. it looked like a mini party was happening in bruno madrigal’s room. the atmosphere was happy, content. they almost forgot about the musical that agustín, bruno, and félix had made in two hours.

almost.

“oh, right. the musical.”

pepa smiles. “i was wondering when you guys were going to talk about it.” félix gives his wife a kiss on the cheek, “your wish is our command.”

the whole family spent four hours in bruno’s room, talking about a whole musical they would all star in. the target audience? themselves.

mirabel, luisa, and agustín were in charge of costumes. bruno, dolores, and alma made sure everyone knew their parts, they wrote the script; occasionally arguing about whose version of a scene to follow. julieta, pepa, félix were the stage directors, they helped show how certain scenes and lines were to be performed.

while everyone in the family were musically talented, camilo, agustín, dolores, and luisa wrote and composed the songs. they would also be playing the background music in certain scenes.

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2 weeks passed by like a blur in the casita, everyone had stuff to do for the townspeople but none of them seemed to mind the overwhelming number of tasks; casita itself even helped make the backgrounds for the musical.

to put it short, the family madrigal gave their all for a family project.

it was now the day where they would perform the musical. before the performance started, dolores made sure to set up a camera, so each family member could take photos of what they deemed were important moments...

...which was almost the whole musical.

they set up the first scene on the stage in camilo’s room. it was the obvious choice for them to hold the musical, given the fact it was a literal theater.

depicting the story of a young adventurer, accompanied by his sister and abuela. they were all played by antonio, mirabel, and alma, respectively. at the ripe age of five, his parents (played by félix and pepa, of course) had told him to acquire some hidden treasure along with some trusted people. why the parents couldn’t accompany the boy was unknown.

the young boy’s adventure had been a rocky one. first, his sister got taken by a group of bandits (bruno, isabela, and camilo). she had lost to a duel with their leader, which was beautifully executed through song form.

the boy and his abuela then lost all their resources; thankfully, a kind couple was there to help them. the couple is played by julieta and agustín, who both sang hints on how the boy could get to the treasure his parents spoke of.

a few scenes later, the character of bruno appears, disheveled. he sings of how he no longer wishes to be a bandit, antonio’s character hears all of this and convinces him to abandon that path. the young boy gained a new friend.

the former bandit talks to the young boy and his abuela about his sister’s location.

while antonio was on stage for most of the musical, family members who weren’t in a scene were the audience. they made sure to appreciate the musical of a lifetime.

an hour passes by and they all get to the stage and bow to casita, who enthusiastically swings the doors to camilo’s room.

“ay, what time is it?” félix’s question is answered with silence.

“so much stuff in my room and not a clock in sight...” camilo looks at his cousins and sister. “you’re all helping me clean.” félix nudges his son on the side. “i’m right!” he chuckles.

“well, we did start this at around 5 PM...” bruno mumbles to himself, then speaks to the rest of the family. “it’s probably 7 PM right now.”

“is anyone hungry?” julieta ties her hair up, ready to head to the kitchen. pepa grabs her sister. “you’ve done too much for us. we’ll cook dinner tonight, right?” the other madrigals nod. julieta’s a little hesistant, what if something bad happens to casita?

“if you say so... i’ll be keeping watch on you all.”

mirabel laughs. “relax, mom! what’s the worst that could happen? they say ‘the more, the merrier’, right?”

#encanto drabble #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #luisa madrigal

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 3 years

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Empires on the Horizon XIV

Jason is a CEO: Part XIV

masterlist for other parts, more jercy, bad headcanons, and an abundance of crackships

SURPRISE!!! i finally got my laptop back and thankfully they didn’t have to wipe anything so i still had all my work! Between you and me i was more worried about all my fanfics than my uni work...... But I’ve learned my lesson. Do everything on google docs now!! Anyway this is a Percy POV and i hope you enjoy because i’ve missed this little universe more than you could possibly know and we’re finally (only fourteen chapters later) getting to the jercy part of this fic?! LOL it’s been wild.

i know i’m releasing a ton of fanfics at the moment so i hope you guys don’t feel overwhelmed. You know i adore your comments and thoughts but please don’t feel pressured to read all the fics i’m posting. I’ve just had a lot of time in the last weeks so it’s been easier to create. Please take care of yourself, i love you very much and i hope you have a magical holiday season!

Percy Jackson stretched his legs out in front of him and draped a blanket over them. There were few things he indulged in, but a good plane seat was one of them. He was spoilt for it but having the space to lay his unreasonably tall body down for eight hours seemed like a worthy investment. The announcements that continuously filtered through the crackly speakers were background noise as the bustle of people getting to their seats flowed throughout the cabins. He stared out his little window at the neon-jacketed guides and airport officials directing people to wherever they needed to be. He loved watching people just do things. There was something calming about knowing others weren’t interested in him in any way. That people got on with their lives despite the turmoil nobody knew about.

A flight attendant stopped next to him with a polite smile, “Champagne sir?”

“No thank you, a water please. Too early for alcohol.” He grimaced.

Mirth danced in her eyes as she glanced up at the rest of the passengers, some dangling flutes between their fingers. “Absolutely sir, anything else?”

He shook his head, before leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. His pre-flight ritual, which consisted of him snuggling as comfortably as possible it his seat and trying to fall asleep, was already behind. The presence of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed CEO taking up the scattered pieces of his mind. It was crazy to think they had met almost a year ago, crazier still to think that about how much they had changed in that time. Percy at least felt like a completely different person to the one who had stepped off a plane from Hawaii all those months ago and attended his alma mater’s dinner. Although the university had surprised them with plaques honouring their contributions, it was seeing Jason Grace, learning about him that felt like the real reward. Hell, he was only half joking when he said he’d marry the guy the next Tuesday.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly. In the meantime please turn your attention to the screens in front of you for a video detailing the safety measures you will need to know while aboard this flight.”

He blinked back into the world and turned half his attention to the screen and the other half to locating the blonde he couldn’t seem to keep away from. He knew the safety briefings by heart, but he always felt bad for not paying attention. Someone worked hard to make those. He didn’t spot Jason in the two minutes the video played and then it was too late because the plane gave a low rumble and suddenly, they were lurching into motion. His heart climbed to his throat and he gripped his fingers underneath the blanket.

“Okay Percy,” He mouthed to himself, “You can do this. It’s at most fifteen minutes of instability and then you’ll be up in the air and you won’t even feel it.”

“Just fifteen minutes.” He kept repeating, taking deep shaky breaths. “Fifteen minutes.”

The plane jaggered down the runway, slow enough that he could still read the road signs indicating altitudes and compass directions and all sorts of fun information he didn’t care about. He felt the huge machine turn into the long stretch of tar that led them to the sky and his stomach clenched painfully. This was always the worst part. Take off. It felt like his entire body flew off with the plane while he stuck to the ground, superglue cementing him to the floor with no escape. He didn’t feel free. He felt torn.

The plane gave a horrible lurch and then it was screaming down the runway, grass and yellow lines blurring past them. They were going so fast he’s sure they’d break the sound barrier. He squeezed his eyes shut. Knuckles white as he twisted his hands together. The plan flew down the road and into the sky. His whole body felt suspended in space. He wanted to come down. He didn’t want to be here. Even with his eyes closed he could feel how high they were. He hated it.

Slowly, the plane started to level out until he felt his body realign: feet under him, hands beside him, head above him. He opened his eyes, spots dancing in his vision as they got used to the light once more. The seatbelt sign dinged above him, and a series of clicks followed. People got up to use the bathroom and grab things from the overhead compartments. He wasn’t going to get up until he was out of this plane. So he shoved his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

I will always love you how I do

Let go of a prayer for you

Just a sweet word

He gazed out the window, clouds close enough to whisper to, and his lips pulled up in a soft smile. The sky was beautiful. It just sucked that they had to get into a death trap to get to it. With his ocean eyes pinned to the balls of cotton hanging in the blue expanse his mind drifted. Reyna. He blinked. It was almost shameful how little he had thought of her since their breakup considering their year together. She had taught him tai quan do and baked him blueberry tarts. They had escaped to a little bubble in the forest and watched the leaves turn brown as they tumbled in bed. He knew she tapped her right foot when she was annoyed but her left fingers danced when she was excited. He knew she liked her eggs fried hard because she didn’t have time for sloppy yolk, but she liked them scrambled soft because it meant a richer croissant. But despite this she did not light his soul on fire. And he did not light hers either. They were merely striking matches without wood to burn. He heaved a sigh as he watched the threads of his relationship flutter before his eyes and fell asleep to them disappearing in gold strands leaking into the clouds. He succumbed to the bright sun and the soft warmth of memories and he didn’t wake until a loud announcement gave the signal that they were landing.

It was over so fast he didn’t have time to panic and he was grateful. Finally he was collecting his bags and walking out. A driver with his surname scribbled on a plaque stood front and center and with a quick flash of his ID and a hello they were piling into the car. He didn’t get a chance to see the blonde beauty, but the island was small and time was a plenty. They would find each other again.

“To the hotel sir?”

“Yes Luca, and then please stick around for half an hour. It’s just a quick freshen before I go to work. We have a lab meeting.”

The man nodded and then focused on the busy Italian streets they were navigating. He took in the colours and sounds as they whizzed by. It felt like a different universe. People were loud and excited and full of life and the little markets seemed to pull energy from the sun and direct it into joy. He wanted to tell Luca, to pull over, screw work, and take in the beauty of this little section of the world. But his phone buzzed in his pocket and he knew with a disappointed sinking in his chest that adventure would have to wait.

“Hello Percy,” Rachel Elizabeth Dare bubbled, ‘I assume you’ve arrived?”

“Yes Rach,” He sighed but amusement caught between his lips, “Have you got news for me?”

“No,” She sounded suspicious, “Why would I have news for you?”

“Because you only track my exact times when you want something but you’re too scared to ask me so you wait till I’m halfway across the country before asking.” He wanted to laugh as she made an indignant sound.

“Okay fine,’ She grumbled, “I wanted to know if I could close up the scuba for the weekend. I met a girl and i wanted to go out on Friday night with her.”

He couldn’t hold in his laugh any longer, “Of course you can Rachel. But I’m curious to know…” He trailed off.

“Ugh you are impossible.” He could imagine her eye roll so vividly. “It’s Clarisse. The principal from your old school.”

“Well, well, well,” He grinned, “I better be getting premium seats to the wedding.”

“Why does everything always end in weddings for you?” She groaned.

“Scuse me for wanting a happily ever after.” He scrunched his face, “Oh and guess who’s here?”

“Is this a good guess or a bad one?”

“Good.” He smiled, “Very good.”

She gasped, speaker crackling at his ear, “Tell me!”

“Jason Grace.”

“What?” She squealed, “Are you guys going to have hot rebound sex and then realise you like each other more than just casual fuck-buddies and end up getting married and adopting like six children?”

He burst with amusement, “Slow down there Rach. I know I throw around the marriage idea, but kids seem like a big commitment.”

“You right,” She said decidedly, “Kids are a lot of effort. Just get married then. But no eloping!” He pictured the crease in her freckled brows. “I want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Can’t promise anything,” He giggled.

“Perseus Jackson!” She scolded.

“Oof the full name.”

“I will tell your mother and she will kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed, “No eloping. I have to go. But remember to take the keys for the scuba with you. We do not need the fire department breaking the door again.”

She grumbled about hating him and then blew him a kiss and ended the call. With a smile still playing on his lips he thanked Luca and rushed into the hotel. Thankfully the check in was painless and fast and he was stumbling into his room in no time. He barely had time to appreciate the gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows and the ocean view it laid out before him. He promised himself he would take the time when he got back.

Quickly he hopped into the shower cursing when he realised he’d forgotten to take his socks off. With a horrified shudder he peeled them off and chucked them into the laundry basket, thankful it gets emptied every day. The water beat against his back, fogging up the glass and calming the racing in his veins. He gave himself the luxury of one extra minute to just take a deep breath and screw his head back onto his shoulders and then he jumped out and shoved on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He didn’t bother to do the top few buttons, figuring he’d have time in the car. Instead he fastened a watch to his wrists, rolled up the sleeves till they sat at his forearms– any attempt to bear the Italian heat– and then he slid his feet into a pair of sleek ankle boots and mussed his damp curls. With half a moments glance at the mirror to make sure his face didn’t have patches of sun-cream and his collar was straight he grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Glancing at his watch distractedly he rounded the corner, only to bump right into a hard chest.

“Oh,” He frowned, stepping back into a door. “Jason.”

“Hey,” The blonde smiled, “What a coincidence?” He laughed.

“You’re staying here?” It was really starting to feel like the universe was trying to tell him something.

‘Yep,” He gave a shy smile, blue gaze bright. “Guess you’re going to see a lot more of me then you expected huh?”

“I think you may be at more of a disadvantage than me.”

Jason looked at him, eyes dragging from his face down his body and eventually dropping to his shoes. Percy gave an involuntary shiver as the blonde tracked the same slow pace back up. “I think this could be very advantageous.”

“If you don’t stop staring at me like that I’m going to be very late for my meeting.”

He laughed, the previous sultriness giving away to a sparkle and flashing white teeth, “See you around Jackson.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” Percy called, “Date? Tonight? We can explore the city together?”

Jason smiled as bright as diamonds, “Sounds fun. Meet you in the bar at?”

He realised their time depended on when his meeting finished and suddenly, he wanted to cancel the whole thing and start now. ‘Seven thirty?”

“See you there. And have a good meeting.”

The blonde walked away, and Percy felt this time like he was floating away while his body remained superglued to the floor. He wanted to live in this feeling. Because this did not feel like being torn apart. This felt like coming home.

The elevator dinged down the passage and he crashed back to reality. With a string of curse words he raced for it and jumped in just as the doors began to close.

The meeting and subsequent lab tour felt endless and he concentrated on little less than half of what was being said, his mind more interested on the things waiting for him at the hotel, the person. But eventually it was over and him and Luca were cruising towards the Casa de Vita.

“Anything else you need sir?” His driver looked at him from the rear-view mirror as they turned into the hotel road.

“Recommend any good places for a first date?”

“Already met a lady sir?” Luca’s dark eyebrows almost touched his hairline in surprise.

“A man actually.”

The Italian chuckled, nodding his head as if in on some invisible joke, “The Tesora. It is just down the path and near the ocean.”

“Thank you Luca, have a goodnight.”

“And you sir.” Luca winked before peeling out of the entrance and fading into the setting sun.

Percy strolled to his room with a smile on his face, lost in a world full of possibilities. It was unsurprising then that he didn’t see the extra bag against the wall, or the shoes neatly placed by the door that weren’t his.

He took off his watch and undid the few buttons on his shirt, head lost to the glimmer of the ocean. He let his shirt fall open as he slipped off his shoes and walked towards the windows. The view really was spectacular. No matter how much he travelled it always blew his mind the places that existed, that he had yet to learn of. It was irresistible. It was perfect. It didn’t fail to cross his mind that the ocean was the exact same colour as a certain pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He blinked the image away, turning around, and his gaze landed on that exact aquamarine gaze.

“Jason?” He gasped, clutching his chest in surprise. “What are you doing in my room?”

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oversimplify-it · 3 years

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Story Process Tag by @herpixels

I was tagged by @dynastiasimss - Thank you so much for tagging me!! 😊💖💗 This will most definitely get a bit wordy because I’m terrible at explaining things concisely! 😂 Also, I’ll mostly be talking about my process for 2.B.A Grandmaster but I’ll touch on my process for Erin in San Myshuno too!

I’m also going to get tags out of the way up here so that no one has to scroll all the way through this ... absolute novel that is under the cut LMAO so I tag: @cyansimblr @x-simss @matchacake and any other simblrs who wanna do this!! and feel free to skip if you want!

1. Your writing process My writing process is very, very chaotic, and changes with the wind... Erin in San Myshuno doesn’t really have a process, I just play the game and then put in some dialogue based on the events. None of it is guided by my hand at all though! 2.B.A Grandmaster on the other hand is written in part based on what happens in game and in part by my own creative vision. Most of the time, I let stuff happen, and then fill in the blanks in between events. I go in game, play Sims as I normally would (skill build, take care of needs, go out to venues, etc.) and then watch what weird and interesting things happen. For example, Augusta’s meeting with Xavier in the beginning was completely the game’s doing! He was the only one to show up for the Welcome Wagon event, so I rolled with that. Scenes like Kaitlin’s meeting with Maverick and those sort of things are planned by me, as they’re necessary to create a more full narrative! It’s like collaborative storytelling, but my “partner” is a game that is weird and random and crazy. 😂 After stuff happens in game and I get screenshots, I then actually write for it. I chose to write novel style for the series because - as some of my long-term followers may remember - I had another story that was just screenshots with dialogue on them? And it was very hard, LOL, it didn’t suit my workflow very well and I ended up dropping it after a month or so. I wanted 2.B.A Grandmaster to be something I could post consistently, and so I opted for a style that I was more familiar and experienced with!

2. Scene building For the most part, I just work with what sims gives me, but as I mentioned above, some scenes I actually go to the trouble of setting up. For those, I still use the sims animations mostly (I’ve used poses about 3 times in 2.B.A Grandmaster so far) but I do usher my sims around the "set” as I see fit. I build a lot of my own lots and locations for 2.B.A GM because I tend to get a vision in my mind of what I want and refuse to settle for less. 😂 One such case is the scene where Maverick meets up with Octavia--

I made the alleyway we see here - it’s two entirely empty buildings sandwiched side by side on an otherwise empty lot in Oasis Springs. The only part I bothered to decorate was the alley itself because I knew I wasn’t going to use the rest of the area, but maybe we’ll revisit it sometime and I’ll finish the two buildings! I actually loved making this set and like how it turned out, LOL~

Then I just have whatever sims are involved in a scene interact with each other for ages until I feel like I have enough screenshots to make a scene. I usually have a vague idea of what’s going to be said in any given scene - especially the ones I actually planned out beforehand - but I get some excess screenshots to be safe. I try lots of different interactions and pause like every few frames to get interesting expressions and stuff, LOL. Lots of “Complain about Cold Weather” and “Give fake bad news” ...

3. CC/Pose making I don’t actually make my own CC for 2.B.A GM specifically (I’ve made a couple eyeshadows but I don’t use them super frequently) but there is a scene coming up in the future that I plan to make poses for. I have a very clear image in my mind that includes a lot of subtle expressions and very specific things that I doubt I could find poses for, so I’m gonna have to brave the terrifying landscape of blender in order to make it a reality. 😧

4. Getting in the zone I don’t have any sort of “ok, show time” ritual like some people do but I wish I did, because my motivation waxes and wanes so unpredictably. Some days I just don’t feel like doing anything, and other days I edit and write for 5 posts in a row! I am always listening to something though, usually music, every once in a blue moon a video with lots of talking. 5. Screenshot folder

UGH...

6. Captions I don’t do captions on 2.B.A GM posts, but for my city living gameplay I do! I keep them simple, because I don’t want to make it too much work for myself. Erin in San Myshuno’s style of editing is 100% based around ease, because I wanted something to post often that didn’t put too much of a strain on me. Verdana in white, typically 35-40 px, with a gradient border. Each sim we encounter has a different gradient color, usually based on their outfit or just the ~vibe~ I get from them. Erin’s gradient is Hot pink to ... gee, what would you call it. Sonic the Hedgehog Blue LMAO-- I chose that gradient because that’s the color of the overlay, which I’ll talk more about in the next section!

7. Editing My two ‘series’ - and I use that term loosely LMAO - have different editing processes, so I’ll try to summarize them both. Basically, for 2.B.A Grandmaster, I touch up the saturation and brightness depending on the scene. If it’s evening in the shots, I usually won’t touch brightness, and if it’s night, I might even lower it a bit for more accurate lighting! Once that’s done, I blur everything but relevant elements of a scene, usually the character we’re following or who is speaking. I have to select the character from the background manually which takes a bit, but other than that it’s very minimal.

My shots aren’t super glamorous, but I prefer simple screenshots and actually being able to keep up with a story schedule as opposed to what happened with my last story. 😬 As for Erin in San Myshuno, barring captions which I only do when I feel it’s necessary, it’s literally just an overlay on otherwise untouched screenshots. 😭 I would do more, but again, it’s supposed to be an easy downtime sort of series for me so~

This goes over top all screenshots on the “Add” setting at 20% opacity. It brightens things up and softens them, as well as making the colors slightly more harmonious! If anyone wants me to go more in depth on editing, or maybe captions, please let me know! I’m happy to talk about it if it’ll help anyone, and I know that a lot of tutorials cover how to do stuff in Photoshop, whereas I use FireAlpaca (which is 100% free btw! It’s more of an art program, but not bad for editing) 8. Throwback!

Oh boy, so this is one of my first posts on simblr. For starters, I didn’t know about camera mode at the time, so that’s the first thing I would change obviously LOL. 😬 The framing I did at the time was ... cute, but it makes the pictures feel kind of cramped and small in my opinion, so I did away with that for all of my later stories. Also, Amy and Gemma aren’t very well centered in this picture! Other than that, this isn’t actually terrible I don’t think, so aside from maybe blurring the background as I do on 2.B.A GM now, I wouldn’t change too much! Thankfully, I had observed other people’s stories before making my own on here for a little bit, so I wasn’t starting with absolutely no idea what to do, but I still think I’ve improved since I made these. 😊

This was a ton of fun!! If anyone has questions or wants more info on anything I covered in here, absolutely feel free to ask, and thank you so much if you actually read through all of this - I know I rambled for quite a while!! 🙏

#tag #extras: 2.B.A Grandmaster

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lunetheaveragefan · 3 years

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one day...

Finally, Chapter 5 is here! It’s been so long lol. I know I said it would be out last Monday, but finals week and the new semester were crazy and I kept forgetting to queue it up! This chapter does deal with some more serious topics, so please be mindful of that (more info in the warnings down below). Anyway, here it is! I hope you all like it! (Also I think I’ll be posting chapters once every other Monday, so hopefully I’ll remember to stick to that!)

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: Bullying; homophobia and homophobic slurs; description/scene of a panic attack; and swearing. (If there’s anything else, let me know!)

Word Count: 1678 words

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CHAPTER FIVE

Virgil expected it to be a normal day.

There were no signs that it was going to be important, so why would he think that it would be anything other than ordinary? Ever since Roman had joined them at the cafe, things had been going on as normal except for how he and Roman were actually talking now and then. And even that he’d gotten used to.

The day before, Roman and Patton had come to the cafe again, and Virgil was actually glad they did. Patton was still a ray of sunshine, but Roman seemed to be getting better. Or maybe he had been better all along, and Virgil was just now realizing it. Either way, things were changing, but not much and not necessarily in a bad way.

Yes, things were going good in Virgil’s world.

That morning, Virgil got up at 6:45, right on time, and dressed in black jeans, a Panic! shirt, and his favorite sweatshirt. While checking his phone, he walked downstairs for breakfast. He ate his cereal and then went back upstairs to brush his teeth and finish getting ready. After making sure he had everything he needed for the day, he headed out, his mom’s voice telling him to have a good day from somewhere in the house. He drove to school without incident, although his usual parking spot was taken, so he had to park a few spots farther away. Logan was standing by his locker when he got to school, like usual. Just like every other day, they walked to class together, and afterwards, parted their separate ways: Logan to chemistry and Virgil to art.

Things went according to the norm, following the routine that Virgil knew well. Life could’ve been a little more interesting, but then again, he didn’t find it entirely unpleasant. Even when Tommy and Timmy Wallace started making fun of him, it wasn’t that out of the blue. They had taken Roman’s place as the local asshole when he stopped being a bully at the beginning of high school and were set on making Virgil’s life hell.

Virgil’s standing at his locker, digging through his stuff, looking for a folder when Tommy sneers, “Oh, look, Timmy! It’s the emo cock-sucker.” Behind him, he hears Timmy laugh. Heaving a sigh, Virgil turns around, slamming his locker shut, only to find the twins almost nose-to-nose with him. Well, they would’ve been if Virgil wasn’t a whole head shorter than them.

Glaring at them, Virgil says, “Get out of my way.” He’s carefully controlling his anger, making sure that he doesn’t explode. That would do no good.

“Aww, is poor baby Viwgil getting angwy?” Timmy mocks in a baby voice. He jabs his twin in the side, laughing. Tommy jabs him back. Unconsciously, Virgil’s hands ball into fists. You can’t get angry. You gotta relax. C’mon, Virgil. He grits his teeth, but because he was frustrated at himself, not angry at the twins.

Unfortunately, Timmy notices the actions and points it out.

“Ahah! Are you gonna fight us, Virgil? Think you can win? Huh?” Timmy is up in Virgil’s face, so close, Virgil can see his spit flying everywhere when he talks.

Ignoring them, Virgil pushes past and starts walking down the hall. I can’t win. It’s a shot at his pride to walk away, but there’s no way he can beat the two star football players in a fight. I just have to ignore it. Virgil’s had a lot of experience being made fun of, but it never gets easier to face. It just gets easier to ignore.

“Hey!” A hand grabs Virgil by the elbow. It whirls him around so he can see the twins’ smirking faces. “Where you going, faggot? Thought you wanted a fight. Huh?” Heart racing, breath quickening, Virgil feels the panic building in him. Keep it under control.

“Leave me alone,” he tries to say. Nothing comes out. Virgil can’t tell his body to move. Or walk away. Or do anything. The things running through his brain are going too fast. There, then gone. No, is the only thought that sticks.

Virgil sees their mouths moving, but can’t hear what they’re saying. Everything else is too loud. The pounding of his heart. His breaths, coming much too fast. Students talking, yelling. Lockers slamming. No. No. No, no, no no no nononononono. Why can’t the world just slow down. People bump into him. Every time, he flinches, drawing inward. Just have to make myself smaller. Timmy and Tommy are still talking. Virgil still can’t hear them.

“Timmy! Stop!” a voice calls. This, Virgil hears. A hand reaches out to turn the boys away from Virgil. The only thing visible is wavy brown hair and tan skin. The twin’s shoulders block out everything else. He doesn’t know who it is. Doesn’t care who it is.

In four, he thinks, breathing in deeply. Hold 6. Out 7. He lets the air out in a cascade. Before he can begin hyperventilating again, he repeats the exercise. The noise of the hallway is too loud. His breathing won’t slow down. Come on, Virgil! Goddammit! Get it under control!

The twins are still wrapped up in their conversation with Roman Princeford. He must’ve been the voice. But Virgil doesn’t have time to wonder why Roman stood up for him. Not while tears are flooding his eyes. Not while he’s fighting them back. Not while the din of the hallway is crashing around him. Not now.

Virgil hurries out of the main part of the hallway and stands by the door to a janitor’s closet. The walls turn, forming an indent around where the door is, and feels almost like a shield. Trembling hands pull his headphones from his bag and slide them on his head. Tears blur his vision and his fingers shake as he fumbles for the video he’s trying to find.

Finally, he finds it. The soothing sound of pouring rain fills his head. Soft piano drifts in the background. Dropping his phone on the ground and closing his eyes, Virgil pictures the rain streaking down a window. Slow and soothing and familiar. In 4, hold 6, out 7. Little by little, he starts to calm down, heartbeat returning to its normal pace, breaths slowing until the dizziness goes away.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he sat on the floor, but there’s a gentle tap on his shoulder. When he opens his eyes, Roman looks concerned. Pulling his headphones around his neck, Virgil begins to stand.

“Are you o—Are you doing better?” Roman asks, looking almost awkward. Even though Roman helped him, Virgil almost scoffs. Of course I'm not okay, dumbass. He does have to give him credit for switching his words, though. And some part of Virgil doesn’t blame Roman for being so awkward. It’s a strange situation to be in. One Virgil wants to get out of. And fast.

“I’m fine. I need to get to class,” he responds, voice tense and snippy. The bell hasn’t rung yet, but it will soon, and Mrs. Bartleman’s classroom is far away from Virgil’s locker. He slings his bag over his shoulder and leans down to grab his folder.

Papers spill out over the ground, and Virgil realizes, too late, that he grabbed the folder on the bottom. Dropping to his knees to pick it up, he grits his teeth in frustration. A groan slips from his throat.

“What are you doing?” he snaps at Roman, who’d bent down to help.

“Picking your things up,” Roman replies, looking at Virgil, seeming puzzled. Refusing to look at him, Virgil reaches out to grab more paper. He is sorry for being so rude to Roman just now, but his annoyance at Roman constantly trying to be the knight in shining armor combined with his embarrassment at what happened earlier doesn’t help his temper.

“The bell is going to ring soon. You’re going to be late for class.”

Roman must realize that Virgil’s trying to get him to leave because he stands up, leaving his stack of papers on the ground.

“Right. I should be going.” There’s something almost like hurt in Roman’s voice. Virgil looks up on instinct. Roman’s face is crestfallen, mouth turned downward, eyes sad. Guilt pangs through Virgil’s chest yet again when he sees. He almost takes his words back, but Roman turns away before he can. The metallic sound of the bell echoes throughout the hallway.

“Fuck,” Virgil mumbles, reaching out to finish picking up.

Once the rest of the papers are back in his folder, Virgil stands up. He stares at Roman’s back, far down the hallway, distance increasing the longer he waits. The regret and guilt swirl into a knot in his stomach. Biting his lip, he takes a chance.

“Roman!” he yells, jogging down the hall. Roman turns around, and Virgil stops, even though there’s still a few feet between them. “Why did you stand up for me?” He steels himself for the worst. What if he blows you off? What if he says that he only did it to draw more attention to you? He takes the small amount of anger he still has left and directs it at the doubt. The thoughts, thankfully, shut up.

Roman scratches the back of his head and says, “It’s kind of a long story…” He looks up at a clock on the wall, frowning. After a second, his face lights up. “You have A lunch, right?” Virgil nods. “I’ll tell you then. My class is switching so we don’t have to go to lunch right in the middle of our test.”

“O-okay,” Virgil stutters out, still wondering if he’s going to regret this. He’s still unsure if Roman actually means well, or if it’s just a long ploy that will end in Virgil being hurt. But I suppose it doesn’t hurt to ask why he stood up for me.

And the crooked smile Roman gives Virgil right before turning and jogging away to class makes the risk almost worth it.

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #prinxiety #logicality #sander sides #high school au #fanfiction #fanfic #one day...

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seostudios · 3 years

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⭒ johnny seo x reader + moon taeil x reader ⭒ angst ⭒ 1489 ⭒ you can never control who you fall in love with, even when you're in the most sad, confused time of your life. you don't fall in love with people because they're fun. It just happens. ⭒ link to part one here

it felt as if last night didn’t happen. you were up an hour past noon, skipping your morning at the diner and thankfully getting mark and yukhei to cover your shift. johnny had just coincidentally finished up freshening up and headed into the living room just as you sat down to watch ‘new girl’, the new sitcom you’ve learned to love since your best friend, mark, always has his roommate playing it the background of all your facetimes. “whatcha watchin?” johnny asked flopping beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulder like all was right in this world. “what time is it?” you ask, avoiding his question. “almost one-thirty, why? you going out?” disappointment is evident in his questions, was this how you felt, watching as you get up and head to the door. before exiting you turn around, “i’ll be in time to make you dinner, i’m gonna be with mark.” you tell him blatantly respond to his question. even if he treated you worse, you couldn’t be like him.

“i need this,” you say between bites, to taeil, your coworker who manages to be the only one in your life who knows about the johnny situation. he nods allowing you to finish up the freshly baked cookies he made for his son’s bake sale; he’s sure he can make another batch in time for tomorrow. “you still never answered my question...” he said, pulling up his sleeves before mixing some cupcake batter. “i’m fine, it’s just-” “johnny?” you nod. after taeil lost his wife, he’s been so active with your love life and just... you, in general. the bond you guys have is like no other and it’s scary to think he might be able to move on from his wife and live a long happy life, with you. he usually sets aside those thoughts for the shower but he couldn’t help himself but wander off to that part of his mind (his hopes and dreams) when he saw you. “so, what’s new with you and the kid?” you ask. “just the regular, i was baking cookies for his bake sale but it looks like i need to make a new batch.” he said snickering at your now panicked expression. “oh my god, i’m so sorry...” you apologize, visibly face palming.

all fun comes to an end, when your phone goes off. “who is it?” taeil asked. after helping taeil bake another batch of cookies and some cupcakes for you two to munch on, you two and the little devil asleep in your arms were watching a romcom that was airing that evening. “um, let me check.” pulling out your phone from your sweater pocket, you see mark actually spamming you with messages. muttering a what the hell to yourself in the process. “what’s wrong?” he asked worried. “it’s johnny, i told him i was going to mark’s but i came here.” you confess, “why’d you lie?” he asks, worried about what johnny has instore for you when you come home. “i-i don’t know!” you whisper-yell, “i was going to mark’s house but i just came here, i needed to see you.” you spit quickly before gently moving the toddler off your lap onto one of the pillows of the couch. “i have to go,” your hand makes its way to taeils cheek, what are you doing y/n... caressing it softly with your thumb, just go home! lips just a few centimetres apart, leave now! “goodbye taeil.”

you place your shoes on the rack before walking into your kitchen. it’s nearly midnight, and you can still hear the tv in the background in the living room. johnny was waiting for you, just like you waited for him every night. you head to rinse your hands, grabbing a paper towel afterwards crumpling it to throw away. what doesn’t go unnoticed was the finished take out in the trash. you forgot to come home in time for dinner. heading into the living room, you planned on doing something you know johnny could never after any of his affairs. “i’m sorry johnny, i lost track of time-” he’s sharp to cut you off, “at marks?” the argument was short but it stung like hell, “why did you lie?” he asked. this was your time to actually confront him, would you? “don’t you trust me?” “trust? is that what this is all about... the hypocrisy.” a sardonic chuckle leaving your lips. “do you know what our relationship is even built up of? lies!” you spit before making your way right out the door.

the door flung open with a groggy taeil in his pink polka dot pants and white oversized tee. “y/n? why are you here at this hour? it’s almost two.” he wasn’t mad or annoyed, in fact he was relieved you weren’t hurt physically, but emotionally, you were broken and he could tell. “can i spend the night?” you ask him on the brink of crying. the tears welled up in your eyes awaiting it’s fall. he nods taking you straight into his bedroom. “here, this is all i have.” he hands you a pair of his black basketball shorts and long sleeve. muttering a thanks you see him about to exit, “stop!” you shout quietly, “i don’t want to make you sleep on the couch.” you expressed, walking over to the door and grabbing his hand. “we can share the bed,” with a soft smile you pull him under the sheets.

“you should answer him.” taeil quietly whispers over to you staring at the phone screen going off every ten minutes. “i should...” you pick up the phone and dial johnny’s number, placing the phone to your ear. “johnny?” you answer after the loud shout of your name on the other end of the line, “i’m okay, what? you’re crazy. we can talk about this when i come home. no, johnny please.” your breath hitches. “i-i understand, i love you too. goodbye.” he ends the call and you drop the phone to the duvet. “he broke up with me.” you said scoffing. “i can’t believe - he - was the one to break up with me after cheating on me with god knows who.” the tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. taeil sits up beside you, cradling you in his arms.

meanwhile with johnny, he’s just as worse. he betrayed himself that night. every single part of him aching for your return, wishing for you to forget his words and run back into his arms. you shared your vulnerabilities with him, and gave him everything you were able to give him and he just threw it aside and went for some stank on the streets willing to sit on his dick for a bill. “fuck,” he mutters underneath his breath, sipping on the bourbon before dialing his old friend, jaehyun.

back at taeil’s you were being lulled to sleep by taeil rocking you in his arms. “i’m here shh don’t cry.” he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead. there was something in the way taeil treated you that reminded you to stay strong. you lift your head up, your glossy eyes shimmering up at taeil with a soft smile. you could see the sparkle in his eyes, and if you were brave enough to follow the light, all else would blur and you would most definitely fall so deep in love that you'd choose to stay there, no matter what. no, stop. what were you thinking, he’s got a kid! you were still so young, but you’re falling. the two of you stared at one another, he knew you didn't love him just yet but you were curious and ready to wander into his world, and possibly trip and fall on the way in. so when he leans in to mold your lips together, he isn’t surprised to feel you kiss him back. it was slow and comforting in ways that words would never be. his hand resting lazily on your hip. as your hand reached up to rest on his nape, your thumb caressing it.

finally breaking apart, your breathing mingled together.. along with your legs. “i have child,” he thought it was appropriate to remind you once more what you’re getting yourself into. “i know, kiss me.” you begged slightly switching to straddle overtop him, “now? i’m out of condoms...” he pouts, causing giggles to erupt within the room. “fine, let’s sleep.” you suggest, getting a duh out of him before embracing him. “i want this to work,” he confessed, earning a hum out of you.

me too taeil

lol did you guys enjoy pt2... surprisingly i’m very happy with it... i didn’t expect you guys to ask for one too lawl anways yay expect for doyoung au nxt O_O

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alicemitch09writes · 4 years

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bad girl

pairing: Miya Atsumu x Dancer!Reader

summary: (lol it's not what you think it is)

author’s notes: lol this was originally set to be a birthday fic to my friend, @hitsuackerman (who is my friend IRL btw) but I got lazy and sleepy and had to stop. also, I've hit a pretty HUGE block. ALSO, this was pretty much an excuse to write Rinrin dancing, because he's the only one I could think of (next to my bby Osamu) who'd be perfect to this dance. Please check it out, it's so mesmerizing to watch (think of Rinrin as the guy with floppy hair or the bucket cap guy). Also, in honor of my friend, the match up's with her foot (atsumu, i call him a foot. YES)

also available on ao3.

“Rinriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!” a voice rang at the gym door, as a familiar (h/c) girl appeared – grinning ear to ear, eyes filled with pure unadulterated excitement, wearing a tight black shirt, and the standard Inarizaki sweatshirt (red jacket, white pants), but her white jogging pants were folded up to her ankles.

Lazily, said middle blocker raised his head to his childhood friend. “What,” indifferent to the stares.

Without another word, a blur of white, red, and (h/c) swoops to grab her friend to his feet. "C'mon!"

Sighing, he closed his eyes, allowing the shorter female to shake him. "Why did I agree to this again?"

"Because you lost a bet and you promised, plus! You love me~"

In response, the side of his lip twitched, the raven-haired teen lazily opened his eyes and stared. "Fine."

"Yay~"

Without another word, she grabbed the taller boy by the arm and dashed out of the gym.

The rest of the volleyball club members stared, confused.

Atsumu most especially, who saw the whole thing unfold right before his eyes.

"What the fuck..."

A little while later, Atsumu, and a few others, followed after the two until they found themselves in the courtyard stage, where a few members of what seemed to be the dance club, music club, and photography club. With the school festival coming up, everyone was running about.

A tap from Osamu from his shoulder, the younger twin pointed small group sat on the front row, dressed in sweats, staring at the stage expectantly. Soon enough, two familiar figures walked up the stage, cheers sounding off from the group. His own group decided to head up, get front row seats to whatever (L/N) and Suna were up to.

As they approached a slow, steady beat pulsated from the speakers, gradually growing louder and louder, a female voice joining in. On stage, the two teens lazily moved and swayed about, like they were prepping themselves.

Suddenly, the two figures standing on stage moved into motion.

Like, as though on cue, they snapped into action.

First of all, the routine was complicated, to say the least - he plays volleyball, so don't judge him, but it fits well with the music. There were a lot of movements with their arms, legs, and hips, but, just like the music, it was almost lackadaisical in a sense. And just by their motions, it was as though the two were emitting naughtiness, trying to be gloating with every snap, transitioning step to step like they were making a statement.

He didn’t realize that Suna, probably the laziest fuck he’s ever known, could move like that. (Well, he had the best core strength out of them all, but he won’t say that out loud!) For someone who had a face that barely had any other emotion than leering and indifference, seeing him dance to this song was somehow oddly fitting. The lanky fuck actually danced well!

Their hairs would fly with every movement as if to emphasize the intensity of their moves.

With every beat both dancers continued moving in unison, surprising him and the rest of the team at how easy Suna made it look - his expression not changing one bit. He did notice there was a different gleam in his eye, likening to when he was playing. Other than that, his expression doesn't change. Fucker, Atsumu thought.

The song had a rather slow beat to it, a female singer was raspy, mumbling-like, but the way they danced – it was mesmerizing to watch.

(L/N) especially.

Atsumu found himself easily drawn to her figure from the moment she appeared at the gym.

From the way she moved her body, she had way more attitude. Her face as well, it was quite expressive, playfully sticking her tongue out and making faces as the song progressed. But she was having fun, way too much fun. Whenever she lifted her arms, he saw just a slither of her skin and felt his throat dry.

The two complemented each other well on stage, Suna with his indifference and fluid movements synergizing with (L/N)'s playful expressions and graceful steps.

In unison, the two got to their knees, moving excruciatingly slowly to match the slowed beat, hands trailing up to their necks, twirling their heads back - for some reason, Atsumu choked at the sight of her hands over her slender neck - then swirled off to their feet to shuffle, routine becoming even more erratic-like to match the beat.

Atsumu could not look away from (L/N).

She danced as though she means it, her confidence leaking through every move.

He followed every sway of her hips, her arms, the direction her hair flew off to, the excitement burning in her eyes, the slant of her lips, a peak of her (s/c) skin, her tongue sticking out-

"Oi," called his twin, who somehow had a bag of chips in hand. "yer droolin'"

"Shut yer trap." He replied angrily, eyes returning to (L/N) on stage as the music died down.

And then it was back with a boom, the two moving more erratic like before. The crowd cheering for them, even some of the guys with him cheered - Osamu merely ate.

Kicking and twirling, when they opened their legs, Atsumu felt something tightened uncomfortably. DIscreetly, he had to tug his shirt lower as the dance progressed.

Rougher steps blended in, (L/N)'s expression turning - dare he say, sultry as she mouthed 'I'm a bad girl', in time with the song, hips swaying as he lowered her fingers down teasingly, feeling something uncomfortable again and his mouth drying.

The dance ends with both (L/N) and Suna hunched over, as though ready to fall over themselves. The area explodes into applause, he wanted to join in but couldn't because...reasons.

"Whipped," Osamu, with a mouthful of chips, tells his twin. A fleck of chewed chip lands on his cheek, just inches from his mouth.

Thankfully, that was reason enough for the discomfort to go away. "'SUMU, YOU DISGUSTING FUCK!"

An exasperated sigh sounded behind them. "Oi, break it off, you two," Ojiro says, stepping in between them.

On stage, (L/N) was saying a few words to the crowd, while Suna stood in the background, checking his phone. When she was over, she walked over her friend, grinning ear to ear.

“I can’t believe I lost that bet,” Suna muttered, indifferent to the looks he was receiving from people.

Laughing, (L/N) held unto his shoulders. “Come on! At least it was fun!”

“The dancing part, maybe.”

“See?”

Rolling his eyes, the tall middle-blocker ruffled the girl's sweaty (h/c) hair, affectionately, before pushing her away from him.

Realizing that they weren't alone, she looked up and grinned toothily. "Ah, sorry for borrowing Rinrin, but I needed a dance partner!"

"It was no problem, (L/N)," Ojiro says, goodnaturedly. "I didn't know Suna could dance."

"We took dance classes when we were younger!" (L/N) shared. "But he quit after he discovered volleyball. Shame, because he's such a good dancer."

Beside her, her friend continued scrolling through his phone. She bumped her hip with his to catch his attention, only to have him move at the last minute.

"He also helped me choreograph this dance," she further explained, interlacing her fingers together. "so I really wanted to have him in it."

"Wow, SunaRin," Atsumu turns to the middle blocker "and here I thought you were nothing but a lazy fuck."

The tall middle blocker lazily turns his head, narrowing his eyes at him.

"What this shithead meant to say was he didn't know Suna actively partook in activities outside volleyball," Osamu explained, finishing the last of his chips.

"Same thing, shithead."

A giggle.

Atsumu's head turned quickly, finding (L/N) - still sweaty from dancing, yet looking so pretty and fresh, was giggling. At him. Because of him.

"You guys are funny," lifting her hands, she uses her thumb to push a strand of hair away from her face, his brown eyes following along the slope of her jaw, the skin of her face, her gentle-looking hands.

Before she could say another word, the raven-haired boy put a hand over her mouth, pulling her back to him, and began to drag her away. "Come on, I did your deed. You owe me some jelly sticks."

Atsumu watched them leave, eyes sticking to the shorter teen, whose expressions went from annoyed to cheerful in a split second.

"Dude, yer whippe-"

"'SAMU, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

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meepoisarock · 3 years

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This one is long

One time I dreamt I ran away to China cause I felt like it and decided to watch a concert of TUBS after I landed. I brought nothing but my small bag which contains of my ID, passport, wallet, and some other random things one can have in a bag.

After the concert was finished, I went out of the venue, filled with the joy of finally watching them performing live. As I was smiling to myself, a guy came to the girl standing next to me and discreetly took her purse. I chased after them to steal the purse and return it to the owner. I guess I shouldn't have done it cause after returning the purse I ran away on instinct while this guy and his friend chased me. They managed to get my bag but still chased me anyway. As I turned on a corner to a much quieter street, I scanned for a place to hide. Hearing their footsteps made me panic. There was like this small storage room left open and a person standing before the door. As I am running for my life, I pushed the person inside and closed the door in time before those two dudes reached the corner.

The person I pushed in was thankfully quiet. After a few minutes, we got out and I apologised. He asked what's wrong and I explained everything, apologised again, and said goodbye. The dude, however, stopped me from leaving by asking, "where are you going if they took your bag?" I stopped to answer him, "To the police station and report."

The dude suddenly caught up to me, took out his wallet and gave me some money to rent a hotel room for the night. I declined it of course and said, "how am I going to rent a room? My ID and passport are in my bag." The dude thought for a moment then returned the cash into his wallet. After that, he kept wanting to help me and I was so tired already I just agreed and went along with him. He looked really worried and shady and that is the moment I took a good look on his face. Standing much taller than I am, busy on his phone with I don’t know who, was the one and only Wang Yibo.

He brought me to a place, I thought it was a hotel but turns out to be an apartment. An apartment where he lives. He invited his manager of course and had a debate with her-his manager is a girl here, idk. After everything was sorted out, called the embassy, bought tickets, he gave me pocket money, everything was about to be over. I turned on the TV and it was full with COVID news and countries closed their borders. So, I’m stuck in China with no place, no money, and no identification documents. What an opportunity cause from there everything went great. Except for the fact that I was not enjoying any of it in the dream.

Anyway, the news made Yibo and Ms. Manager have a debate again. He insisted I should stay there while Ms. Manager insisted I should just be handed to the embassy of my origin country, which makes sense and I agree with her. Yibo did not though, he kept on forcing what he wanted. The chills. We don’t even know each other. Anyway, I was pretty chill and enjoyed the TV programmes while they finish their problem. Yibo then took me shopping because, of course, I have needs. He took me to a department store and a thrift store in all covers which he also had me wear. All that sunglasses, hoodie, face mask. I bought what I need and we head back.

Fast forward to a few weeks after that, Ms. Manager came in the apartment and made a ruckus. In this digital era, news travel fast and photos of me in the background, on the street, wherever, were everywhere. These photos of course included and related to Yibo. He then spoke of his idea to settle the uproar of his fans obviously hating me and probably a downfall in his career. He casually said, “Just make an announcement she’s my family member.”

Ms. Manager and I looked at him, both of us had an ‘are you being serious right now?’ face. It wasn’t entirely impossible to make up an origin story but the problem is we had 0 similarities in our features. Even a child can guess that I am a foreigner after hearing my mandarin. It’s not entirely impossible, we just had measures of what situations will that kind of announcement make. Ms. Manager wasn’t taking any of that and they fought again.

Everything went in a blur and continued on a studio for photoshoots. Yibo and his manager were also there. The cameraman took shots. After the session was done, I found out they were really going through with the whole relatives thing. The crazy thing is, Yibo insisted that I am his adopted sister who decided to leave China and came for a visit but got trapped due to the pandemic situation. I just went along with all of that. A few hours after that, they gave me a phone. I quickly opened the social media apps and was shocked to see an account was already logged in with my name as Yibo’s meimei. The level of passion the crew put in for a good story is just wow. I’m impressed. They actually mimicked a few of my personal photos in my account and just changed a few details to make it seem like it was in China. LOL. They photoshopped the background and filters and everything. Next thing that happened was TV stations invited us cause obviously the news did its magic.

I was on the sofa, not believing what I saw. Ms. Manager gave no reaction and just sipped her coffee. Yibo slid next to me and randomly said, “Reminds me of the time I took you shopping. You took so long when you could just pick something out, put it on the cashier, and pay for it.” I got up, smacked him with a pillow, and went into my room. Due to exhaustion, I let myself fall unto the bed with eyes closed. It was comfortable. I opened my eyes and I was back on my actual bed cause I woke up. That transition felt so real like I was in a one of those reincarnation stories where the MC wakes up in another place after being hit or die or fall asleep.

#mydream #my dream #dream #dreamtale #wang yibo #yibo

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Football Player Dimitri! (A High School AU~)

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March 30, 2020

A/N: Day ???? of Quarantine: I’ve lost it. I’m writing another Dimitri x F!Reader fic because I have nothing else to do and I hate myself. How many of these am I going to write? I don’t know. Although, I think these are a lot of fun to write, so I guess it’s a win-win? I might stop writing smut for the time being since my first two one-shots have been nothing but smut so I might go for something a little more vanilla, and no smut at all. I’ve been tempted to make a high school/college au fic but I really don’t know if I’m up for writing about school, plus I’m not very good at world-building even if it’s something as simple as modernizing 3H’s world and characters OTL. I might give writing an actual AU a shot, but I rlly don’t know lol, I’m kinda just rambling at this point. This one is gonna be dedicated to my friend because prom got straight-up cancelled bc of COVID-19 and she’s kinda(really) salty. And I know this isn’t prom I just thought it’d be easier to incorporate athletic dimitri if it was hoco szn y’know? Anyway, enjoy this fluff! It was actually a lot of fun to write :’))

-xo Mika

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Categories: Fluff, High School AU, Romance

Word Count: 1,350

Your eyes roamed the large football field as you fought through the crowd to find your best friend. 27… 27… Where are you 27...? Your eyes lit up as you saw him making the run back with the ball, narrowly avoiding players from the opposing team. More of the opposing team was quickly gaining on him, but thankfully he was able to reach the goal before they got to him. You were already late to the game because of the stupid halftime preparations all because were nominated for the Senior-class homecoming court. You didn’t have too dress up too much, but you would rather look presentable when most of the student body went to these games. You only went to support your friends. Before you got to the game, Dimitri had texted you saying,

“Meet me at our usual spot, I wanna talk to you about something after the game.” The text filled your stomach with butterflies, but you tried to pay no mind to it as you continued to cheer with the rest of your friends. Your school’s team had switched to defense and the crowd began chanting, “Let’s go defense!” and you screamed until your lungs hurt. You heard someone call your name from the field and you were met with a wink from a sweaty Sylvain that was downing some water after a timeout had been called. Dimitri waved at you with a smile as he noticed Sylvain’s usual antics. The interaction only lasted a few seconds, and they were quick to put their helmets back on and disappear into the sea of players.

Before you knew it, halftime was already there, with your hair slightly disheveled despite the bandana you had it in, and the blue and white dots that you had put on hours ago was beginning to crack, but you looked fine otherwise. You stepped down the bleachers and towards the track while the cheer team’s blaring music went on in the background.

“Alright, Sylvain and Mercedes you two will be together in this car,” stated the ASB director as she frantically tried to organize the mess of teenagers and parents that stood before her.

“You and Dimitri will be in this car together,” she added as she guided you and Dimitri to the car behind your friends and she went on to organize the rest of the students that were nominated in their respective vehicles.

“Another thing, and I’m pretty sure this goes without saying, but please smile and wave or at least do something.” She groaned, and surely enough the other halftime performances had concluded, and you were up next.

You couldn’t help but stare at Dimitri in his uniform, his skin glistening with sweat in the Friday Night Lights, his blue eyes becoming a paler blue than they usually are as he smiled and waved at the crowd, his cheeks were flushed pink for obvious reasons and he was still trying to catch his breath, but you tried to avert your gaze and went back to smiling and waving at the adoring crowd. They announced your names in order of youngest class to oldest class, so obviously the four of you had been saved for last.

After that whole ordeal was done, you made your way back to the crowd, and the rest of the game went by with a blur. All you knew was that your team had won, and Dimitri was responsible for it. From what you heard, it became a rather close game, and when you stared up at the scoreboard, the team had barely managed a tie-breaker, and you were excited to congratulate your friend after you said your goodbyes with your friends in the crowd.

You made your way to your secret spot with Dimitri, but now that you think about it, it wasn’t all that secret since most of the school had dubbed it “Make-out Corner” because most couples would make their way there to eat each other’s faces off during school but at night when all the lights were out (because the school hadn’t bothered to replace them yet), it was dark, and the only thing you could really see was the shadowy figure of whoever you had brought with you. You and Dimitri had used this place on multiple occasions, whether it be just trying to find time to talk to each other or to just sit in the silence of the night together after a hectic day.

“There you are!” Said a familiar voice, and you couldn’t help but run up and hug him.

“Congratulations dumbass, you managed to carry our team again,” you teased as you punched his shoulder pads and he started to walk towards his car, which was conveniently parked in the spaces right next to the building.

“Oh, shut up, come on let’s get some food.” He replied and revved the engine of his car after he threw his gear in the trunk. This was your favorite kind of night; nobody but you, Dimitri, and whatever playlist he had in the background, but usually it was classic rock.

“Where are we going tonight?” You asked since the two of you usually ate in at the local burger-and-shake place, but this time he ordered take-out.

“You’ll see,” he replied, as he started making his way out of the city with a silly grin you could feel even as the two of you sat in the dark together with the only light sources being the streetlights that you drove by.

The drive wasn’t too long, and honestly, the view was worth it. It was a road on a hill that overlooked the city and all its twinkling lights, and it was just the two of you there…alone. You helped him lay out a blanket on the hood of his car as the two of you sat there with fry in one hand, milkshake in the other.

“So why are we in such a beautiful place in this deadbeat town?” You ask in between bites of your burger.

“Well… There’s something I wanted to tell you, and this was the only place I could think of that would help me.” He explained, having already inhaled all of his food while you were barely able to finish the last few bites.

“Wait right here.” He ordered while he rummaged around in the back of his car, and the butterflies in your stomach started acting up again. It was a few minutes before he returned, and the sight you had before you almost made your dinner come back up because of your stomach lurching at the sight of seeing him so sheepish around you.

Dimitri had managed to fix his hair that had been ruined by his helmet as he held a bouquet of what looked like blue roses in the pale moonlight as he approached you carefully.

“I know we’re going to homecoming together as friends…” He started, “But the more I thought about it, the more I realized my true feelings for you.” He took your hand carefully in his own and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. You already knew where this was going, and you kind of wanted to slap yourself for not saying anything, but he continued, “I don’t want us to go to homecoming together just as friends anymore. I want you to be mine.”

You were speechless. You didn’t know how to respond, and your heart was beating right out of your chest. You looked at the flowers in your hand, and then back at the sheepish, innocent boy who had thought all this out just for you, all you could do was nod pull him into a hug.

“I love you.” He admitted as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you pulled him by his jersey to return the kiss, but on his lips.

“I love you too, Dimitri.” You giggled, as the two of you sat on the hood of his car while you were in his arms as you watched the city glimmer in the distance.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #high school au #fire emblem three houses #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x f!reader #why am I doing this #fluff #one-shot #my writing #fire emblem: three houses

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kaiowut99 · 4 years

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The Gang Freaks Out Over a Cell Phone

Judai and the others are now in their second year when a quiet freshman comes to duel Judai. While the freshman’s deck wasn’t all too powerful, it was also an improvised 40-card deck hastily made beforehand out of eight packs in the store. But even then, Archangel Zerato gets Judai’s LP down to 1200. Mid-duel, he speaks with a mysterious man on his cell phone, feeling a lack of interest in this duel due to his prediction. Shou and the others realize this is the well-known Star Duelist Ed Phoenix...

And after a bit too long, here’s finalized!53! It’s fun to finally be getting back into Season 2, since, later plot pacing issues and... questionable moments aside, there’s quite a bit to like about it. One such thing being the dynamic between Ed and Saiou that we’re introduced to here (one of my favorites), as the concept of fate/destiny starts to become an ever-present theme. Also, hearing Takehito Koyasu again for a while will be great now that I’ve actually seen JJBA and heard him as DIO. 😂 The animation/artstyle in this episode is also a nice touch-up from what we’ve been used to, and there were some great shots of Judai and Ed there.

So, part of the delay in getting this going since finishing 52 was getting my usual bells and whistles worked on for the translated hardsub; you’ll notice that the OP is fully translated, and not just with the credits--I wanted to do a thing I originally wanted to do way back when my first go-around but lacked the skills for and translate the character names that slide in! If you check out my “subbing-rambling” tag, you can see some of the work-in-progress posts I made showing it off as I worked on it. As part of this, I also prepared textless versions of the OP’s V2 shots of Chronos and Ed, as well as made Shou in his Red jacket textless for use here; I’ll be sharing these new textless openings as I go through the season over on NAC. (It’s really a shame that we never got those versions officially released...) The ED credits were pretty much copy/paste from Season 1, with a change in karaoke coloring, since thankfully that stays the same, and I’ll also be translating the “Best Card” shots at the end of each episode (which for some reason I noticed Crunchyroll doesn’t include, despite them being on the DVDs?), though on a static screen with the card spinning into view since that moving background’s hard to get blank, lol.

But once those were all done, there were some 53-specific edits and fixes to work on! For the hardsub, I translated the article we see about Ed so that we can read what was visible in Japanese (ie, Ed making waves in August just before Season 2 at an event Kaiba Corp. sponsored!), while I also made a few card fixes. Breakdown below the cut, as usual.

(UPDATE [7/9/20]: I reuploaded the episode because I realized I didn’t account for the different cards Shou has in his deck shot in the Opening in 53-56 vs 57-104; Gyroid, Cyclone, and Trap Hole in the former become Submarineroid, Vehicroid Connection Zone, and No Entry in the latter (all used in 56), which is what was used in the textless video I was working with while working on translating his name there. That’s been corrected, and will be accounted for as I share the textless OPs on NAC. I’m nothing if not consistency-minded. 💁🏽‍♂️)

Enjoy, folks! With 53 finalized, I’ll be giving my 5D’s Dub-Uncut Ep. 26 a quick lookover to see if I have to tweak anything before I work on making the Dark Signer arc episodes’ dubs more bearable, and then I’ll start working on 54. It’s been a bit since Manjoume last dueled, and him dueling his mini-me in Gokaido should be fun, haha.

Fixes/Edits!

For the hardsub, as Chronos pulls out his issue of Monthly Duel!, I translated 月編 on it to “October” in Photoshop and spliced it in; this was an edit I’d already done for 52′s hardsub since it shows up in the preview for 53.

For the hardsub, the page Chronos has Napoleon stare at has been translated! The original text was vertical but I thought it’d make more sense to translate it horizontally for us; as such, I moved the text on the right about the “Exclusive” on the “Young Duelist Prodigy” to be above Ed’s photo, which I moved a bit more to the right to compensate. I also added a little “journalistic” fluff to the translation I’d whipped up to make it fit well both on and off-screen, since I wasn’t going to be filling the whole thing with just “On August 7th, KaibaCorp sponsored a Dueling World League” lol. But definitely made sure to keep the spirit and keep visible those little tidbits like the KaibaCorp nod and the date telling us when Ed started making waves that were visible in the Japanese text. I did that editing in Photoshop for both this shot and the later shot with Shou’s copy of the magazine, but I warped the text in this one a little to match the slight page warp that Ed’s photo had going. After that, I redid the zoom in Sony Vegas. The text is also slightly blurred here since it was like that for the Japanese text.

Later in the episode, after the commercial break, we come back to a pan/zoom-out from Sanctuary in the Sky to Judai’s field, where we see Clay Guardman has his card facing the wrong way compared to where we see it in every other shot after. I made a proxy for it, though it was a bit tough since we never get a good look at its card (thankfully, the card artwork was put up on the YGO site). Though the dubified card confirmed for the Wikia that he has zero ATK and, like with Neo Bubbleman, shared the same Level as Clayman. So, as I made a proxy, I recreated the Japanese effect text mirroring what Neo Bubbleman’s was and mentioning the burn effect as close to the game terms as possible--getting this in the end! Once I did that, I took a frame and placed it in in AfterEffects, masking in Clay Guardman’s feet over it, then took it into Sony Vegas, where I redid the zoom-out as it came into view.

Later on, after Judai explains Tempester’s effect, his face-down card goes away to activate it, but in that shot, Tempester’s not on Judai’s Disk! I made a new Tempester proxy (since here Tempester’s officially using the OCG art/text at the time), then slapped it on in AfterEffects (taking a cue from the dub about where to place it on his Disk). Thankfully, since Judai stood still here, that’s all it took, lol.

After the duel, Shou realizes who Ed was all along! He rummages through his bag and pulls out his copy of Monthly Duel! and opens it up; like with Chronos’s, for the hardsub, I took it into Photoshop and recreated the color scheme to blot out 月編 and put “October” over it for the nine frames it moves in, then I just put each frame into the video in Sony Vegas.

As with earlier, for the hardsub, the article Shou shows everyone about Ed is translated, only with no text warp and slightly different rotation, so a little more of the text is visible on the left and bottom. Recreated the less-rotation/more-zoom zoom-in on Ed’s photo in Sony Vegas.

As Judai thinks that Ed could use some more deck-building skills, Shou’s still holding up the magazine; “October” is there to translate 10月編 again, but because the “Monthly” in that shot of the magazine is inconsistent with its other appearances in the episode (we’ve seen it in black with white bordering, but here it’s just white text, along with the black 10月編 also being in white), I redid that as well in Photoshop so it matched. I’ll be including just the “Monthly” fix in the Japanese DVDRip I’ll release on NAC.

#yugioh #gx #yugioh gx #ygo #ygo gx #my subs

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coyotesongwriting · 4 years

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Free Falling - Chapter 3

Avengers - Clint Barton/Reader

Chapter 3 - Baby Birds

Chapter Summary: Time stops for no one, and you face a pregnancy scare that leads you with no choice but to contact the team.

Author’s Note: I wrote Chapter 2 last night before bed, and now this chapter as soon as I woke up LOL. [Y/F/N] means your fake name, I didn’t want to pick one in case it turns out to be a reader’s actual name haha. A lot of time passes in this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

Tag List (if you want to be added or removed let me know!): @rorynne @proudhufflepuff77 @rhymesmenagerie @redfoxwritesstuff @darthhayber @alwaysadreamingoptimist @samsgoddess @kaelyn-lobrutto24

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The team sat in silence for a moment, no one knew what to say. There’d been no signs this was coming, no hints that they saw. Everyone was scouring their memories, searching the last months for any sign that you were unhappy here enough to leave.

The silence was broken by Thor, grabbing Clint by the shirt and pinning him against the wall, “WHAT DID YOU DO?” he roared, fury rolling across his face.

Clint’s mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. He had no answers for the god of thunder. He had no idea, everything had been going great, hadn’t it? Hell, you two had just had a date night two days before and everything had been great!

“Let him go, Thor.” Steve ordered, moving forward and placing his hand on the man’s shoulder, “We need to figure this out.”

Thor didn’t move, glaring at Clint pinned against the wall, “Not until he tells us what he did to Miss [Y/N}.”

“Thor, we won’t get any answers if you kill him,” Bucky said, stepping between Clint and Thor.

With a growl of frustration, Thor dropped Clint’s shirt as if it burned him. He stalked to the other side of the room and glared at him. If looks could kill, Clint would be dead one hundred times over.

Tony let out a deep breath, “Friday, use facial recognition and figure out where she went. We need to find out what the hell is going on”

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t do that. I have no records of Miss [Y/N]. I have no pictures to use facial recognition on” Friday’s voice seemed to echo around the now silent room.

“What about the video? Use that.”

“The video has now been corrupted. It seems that it was intended to be viewed only once as it was”

The video began to play again, only this time your face had been erased. It was just audio over a black screen. You’d been careful to hide everything you could.

“Use our security footage. Get it there.” Tony ordered, cursing you silently.

“Sir, that is not possible. It seems that Miss [Y/N] uploaded a virus. There is one unidentified person on the security footage who I believe to be her, but the footage has been corrupted and the person’s face has been blurred out.”

“Show me. Now.” Tony ordered, turning back to the screen.

Sure enough, though there you were as you took your bags of belongings to the incinerator, your face was blacked out, erased like you were merely another face in the crowd. Natasha had yet to move, or say a word. Silently, she sat there plotting your murder for hurting the team, and Clint.

“What about her Fingerprints? DNA? There has to be something.” Tony’s voice was almost a plea, hoping you’d left something behind, some way to find you.

“Her sister has to have a picture of her” Clint spoke for the first time since the video had played, his voice rough.

“Clint, Tony, let’s go. Thor, Natasha, see if you can find anything she may have left behind. Banner, see if you can find any trace of her in our records hidden, maybe she forgot something. Bucky, contact Peter and the others. See if anyone else has heard from her. Loki, see if anyone in the tower knows anything.” Steve ordered, not waiting for anyone’s response before leaving the room.

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Your fraternal twin sister, Nadia, glared at Clint as she opened the door, “What do you want?” her voice was venomous.

Clint stared at her, confused. They’d always gotten along well, there was no reason he could think of that would make her hate him so. Something was going on, and he had no clue what. This all made no sense to him.

Tony stepped forward, “Hey Nadia. We need a picture of [Y/N] if you wouldn’t mind.” he kept his voice even, not trying to let on anything was seriously wrong.

“If I wouldn’t mind?” she spat, “You lot need to stay the fuck away from my family. [Y/N]’s gone thanks to you.”

Steve stepped forward puzzled, “Nadia, what’s going on? We got back from a mission and she was gone, she just left us a video and no explanation. Is she okay?”

Nadia let out a humorless laugh, “Is she okay? I wouldn’t know any more thanks to you lot. If you want what’s best for her, you’ll let her go.”

“Nadia please - “ Clint started, cut off by Nadia as she slapped him hard across the face.

“Don’t come around here anymore. You’ve done enough” she growled, stepping back inside and locking the door.

Tony and Steve turned to Clint who stood there, stunned. His hand rested on his cheek as he stared at the now shut door. Steve rested his hand on Clint’s shoulder, and Tony merely stood there watching.

~~~~~~

Later that evening, you arrived in your new home town. Cataldo, Idaho, a small town with a population of 893 people. Big enough for you to hide in the crowds during events, but small enough that you had the chance to meet all of your neighbors, and run background checks on everyone in town. An hour outside of Spokane, Washington, you were close enough to an international airport that if you needed to, you’d have time to get out of dodge quickly but far enough away that no one would stumble across you accidentally.

It had been a long journey to this place. You’d taken four flights, five trains, three taxis, changing identities between every switch. Finally, you purchased an old beat-up truck under your new name, [Y/F/N]. You drove through the silent town, pulling to a stop outside the little three-bedroom home you’d bought in an online auction a few days ago. It was a little run down, but it was home now. Nothing you couldn’t tackle before the baby came. It was midnight by the time you arrived, and you quickly fell asleep on the floor in your new home.

The next morning, you awoke to gentle sunlight spreading across you. You had to get a move on, you had a new life to create. First things first, you had to hack SHIELD’s database again. What better place to hide from the team than under their noses? It didn’t take you long to build an employee file under your new name. You made sure to make no mention of your medical knowledge or hacking skills, knowing those would be a dead giveaway. Instead, you noted your skills in other departments, undercover work, interviewing, tracking. Your new employee file made you completely and totally average, someone who would blend in without a second thought.

It was easy to then put through the transfer paperwork to transfer you from the Dallas field office to the Spokane office, with your start date as next Monday. That would give you plenty of time to get everything in order.

Over the next week, you dyed your hair [Y/F/C] and bought colored contacts to hide your identity, making sure that it matched your new file for SHIELD. You fixed up your new home, and furnished it completely, turning one of the rooms into a guest room - you needed to keep up appearances of course - and the basement became a gym and home office.

On Friday you had your first appointment with an OBGYN. Thankfully, the doctor said that everything was going well. As the appointment progressed though, a small smile crept over your new doctor’s face as she pointed to one spot on the ultrasound.

“[Y/F/N], looks to me like you need to be buying everything in doubles. You’re carrying twins.”

~~~~~~

Months had passed since you had left the team and found out you were carrying twins. Things were going honestly pretty good. You’d settled in at work, and no one suspected that you were hiding anything. You’d had to tell your boss you were pregnant, and even though they’d only met you recently everyone seemed to be genuinely happy for you. At six months pregnant, the doctor had ordered you put on desk duty and although you were quickly growing bored, it was nice to not have to worry about running into any of the team on the field.

Of course, you couldn’t help but wonder how the team would have reacted, and at night, you mourned for those lost chances and moments. You’d never get to see Tony making the babies gifts that made your life a living nightmare. You’d never get to see Natasha spoiling them or teaching them to fight. However, you’d also never have to see Clint reject you or your little birds as you’d taken to calling them.

A month ago, you’d stumbled across a one-eyed Golden Retriever pup in the dumpster behind the offices, and you’d taken him home. Lucky had been your saving grace in the moments when depression had taken over. Friday nights were the hardest on you still, remembering your date nights with Clint. On those nights, you and Lucky curled up on the couch and shared a pizza.

Unfortunately, life seemed to enjoy kicking you whenever it had the chance. When your doctor finally got the results back of your prenatal testing, you found out you were a carrier for Leber’s Congenital Amaurosis. Meaning, there was a chance one or both of your babies could be born blind if Clint was also a carrier.

~~~~~~

Banner was working in the lab when his phone rang, an unidentified number flashing on the screen, although he answered it without paying much attention, “Banner”

“Hey Bruce” your voice was soft, nervous. You hadn’t spoken to any of them in months. Four months, three weeks, two days to be specific.

You heard the clatter of something dropped and a sharp inhale before he spoke, “[Y/N]? Is that really you? Are you okay? What’s wrong? What happened?” the questions flew out of him before you could even hope to answer the first.

“Yeah… yeah, it’s me. I’m fine, Bruce. I’m sorry to call you out of the blue like this but… I need a favor. Two really”

“Anything. Tell me what you need, [Y/N]” he leaned against the table, catching Tony’s gaze and motioning for him to be quiet as he put it on speakerphone. They’d been working together in the lab when you called.

“First, I need you to keep this call a secret. You can’t tell anyone I called or about my other favor, Please. I’m begging you, Bruce”

“[Y/N] come on, you know everyone wants to know if you’re okay”

“Bruce. No. No one can know about this, okay? Please”

A sigh came across the line before he answered, “Alright. Alright, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“I need a blood sample from Clint sent to Integrated Genetics under the name Matthew Adams.”

“What? Why would you need that? What’s going on [Y/N]”

Tony stared at the phone, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion as his thoughts raced. Why the hell did you need that? While Bruce answered, Tony was searching the lab on his phone. Apparently, it was a lab that did genetic testing.

“Please, Bruce. I am begging you. Please just do it” your voice broke, and the line clicked dead as you hung up.

Bruce immediately tried to call you back, but the only response was the phone company telling you the line had been disconnected. He turned to Tony, curiosity on his face.

“What's going on? Why would she need a blood sample from Clint?” Banner asked.

“According to their website, Integrated Genetics does pre-pregnancy, pregnancy, pediatric and hereditary cancer testing” Tony’s voice was quiet as he looked up from the phone.

“Fuck.”

Tony and Banner quickly gathered the rest of the team except Natasha and Clint who were off on a mission in the living room. It had been a rough few months for the team. Thor refused to be in the same room as Clint, figuring he had done something to you to make you leave. Loki was… Well, no one really wanted to talk to Loki anymore after he went so far as to question if you were actually a Hydra spy all along. Clint had almost killed him when he let slip that theory. Tensions were high with everyone.

“I think we know why [Y/N] left.” Tony started when everyone had taken a seat. He raised his hand to silence them as they all began to talk. “Banner just got a call from her. She’s okay as far as we could tell, but we think we figured out what’s going on. We think she’s pregnant.”

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop as everyone processed what he’d said.

Steve was the first to speak, “That’s good news? Why would she leave over that?”

“Remember the mission in Boston? The last one we all went on?” Banner asked, waiting for them to nod before continuing, “That night during our movie, Clint told her repeatedly that he never wanted kids, and they had to be careful they never made that mistake.”

“Do you know where she is?” Steve asked, at the exact same time that Thor growled that he was going to kill Clint.

“She didn’t say where she was, Friday couldn’t track the call and the number’s already disconnected. She asked us to get a blood sample from Clint and have it sent to a lab that does genetic screenings for pregnancies.” Banner explained.

“We can’t tell him.” Tony’s voice was steady, “Or Natasha. It’s only going to kill him, and we can’t be 100% certain that’s what’s going on.”

The team agreed.

~~~~~~

Your doctor called you two weeks later, she’d gotten the test results back from the lab for ‘Matthew Adams’. Clint wasn’t a carrier, and there was nothing else to be concerned about with that. With the way the pregnancy was coming along, you were going to give birth to two beautiful twins, a baby boy, and a baby girl.

With the help of your neighbors, you managed to finish setting up the nursery for your little birds.

Back at the tower, the rest of the team had stepped up their attempts to find you, sparing no expense. Clint and Natasha had no idea that you had called or that you were pregnant, and Steve had asked Thor to go search Europe for you, mainly to keep him away from Clint.

~~~~~~

On May 15, at 37 weeks, you went into labor at your desk. Your co-worker and friend raced you to the hospital and stayed with you as you gave birth to two beautiful, healthy babies. They were the spitting image of their father with his dark hair and light eyes. You named your baby girl Raven, and your baby boy, Griffin and you wondered what Clint would think of you giving them bird names for him.

You cried the day they were born, feeling guilty for everything they’d miss out on because of you. They’d never know their grandparents, their aunts, uncles, cousins, no one. For the first time in months, you felt utterly alone.

When the nurse handed you your babies for the first time, you realized none of that mattered anymore. You’d never be alone again, and while they may miss out on a lot due to your mistakes, you vowed you’d make sure they never felt like they were missing out.

Two days later, the doctor finally discharged you and the three of you headed home, where you were greeted by your beloved Lucky who the neighbor’s kids had been caring for while you were gone.

Yeah, you were sad but for the first time in months, things seemed to be looking up. You got this.

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If At First You Don’t Succeed...// A Tyrus one shot

Or, Cyrus gets his first ‘F’ and struggles to cope with it.

also, if you couldn’t tell, this was me hardcore projecting my feelings lol. I hope you enjoy this bursting of my emotions on the page.

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Cyrus has always prided himself on being the perfect student. Even if he isn’t athletic like Buffy, artistic like Andi, or musical like Jonah, he’s always been the teacher’s pet. In elementary school, Cyrus helped clean up the classroom at recess. He was always the first student entrusted with the class pet, or the student who was always “in charge” when the teacher left for a minute. This continued into middle school, as well. Things changed a little, but for the most part they stayed the same. Cyrus still always got his work done on time with impeccable grades. He still always raised his hand in class and was the first to volunteer. His teachers praised him for his dedication. So, even though Cyrus may not have a niche like his other friends, he has a sense of self that’s based in his academic achievement.

Of course, like any other proactive student, when Cyrus reaches high school, he strives for more. He fills up his schedule with honors classes and extra curriculars, hoping to get a head start toward his future. Walking in on the first day of freshman year, he expected classes to be harder. He thought he was completely prepared for the challenge, prepared to rise to the top once again. After all, academics has seemed to be his specialty throughout his life. As it turns out, though, he was wrong.

It starts and ends with a test. One stupid test, his first test of the year. It’s a history test, a subject which Cyrus hasn’t taken much since elementary school. Nonetheless, he doesn’t worry too much about it, at least not more than normal. That’s why he’s so surprised when, a few days later, his teacher hands him back his test face down. He turns it over.

He got an F, meaning fail.

Cyrus failed his first high school exam. The familiar A at the top of his sheet has been replaced with a grade he’s never gotten in his entire life, not even in P.E. class (which doesn’t even technically count since it’s not truly academic).

The paper shakes in his grasp. His fingers tighten their hold around the paper, wrinkling and crunching the smooth page. Students chatter in the background, but all Cyrus hears is the noise of crinkling paper and his breath quickening. He crumples the test into a ball of paper, but it doesn’t get rid of the mark it’s already made on him. The big, circled letter continues to taunt him.

When the bell rings, Cyrus rushes out of classes faster than ever before. He’s thankful that this is his last class of the day, as he isn’t sure if he could manage to sit through another class after what just happened.

It feels so stupid to get upset. It’s just one test grade; he can do better next time. But to Cyrus, it’s more than that. It’s like his entire identity is at the risk of crumbling. He can’t be the teacher’s pet or the top of his class with a failed test. What does he even have if he doesn’t have this? Sure, he’s got interests and hobbies like anyone else, but he has no other talents like the rest of his friends other than this.

Suddenly, the air around him feels too thick. There are too many people with too little space. All Cyrus wants to do is curl up in his bed and cry, probably followed by constant studying for the next week. He chokes up a bit, barely containing his sobs as he stares at the paper still clutched in his hand.

His phone buzzes. It’s the group chat with all of his friends, reminding everyone about their weekly meetup at The Spoon. Crap. Cyrus completely forgot, but there’s no way he can go, not in this state. Even though he knows everyone would understand if he told them the truth, he feels too ashamed and embarrassed about it. He can’t face that right now, so instead he makes up an excuse about feeling sick and not being able to come. His friends’ message him back “feel better soon” messages, but Cyrus doesn’t have the heart to read through them. Actually, he realizes faintly, that he is starting to feel kind of sick. His stomach churns uncomfortably, and he the world spins around him. His hands are still shaking, and his throat feels dry.

Somehow, though, he manages to make it open one step at a time. The sense of relief he feels when he steps in his front door is indescribable. Thankfully, no one is home for now. Cyrus drops his backpack at the front door, not bothering to put it away. He then climbs the stairs to his room, still holding his test, and collapses across his bed with a sob.

Once the first tear drops, he can’t prevent them from flowing. He doesn’t know how long he cries. He remembers throwing his test at the wall in anger, sobs shaking his shoulders violently. He remembers falling into his pillows, sobs ebbing off and eventually morphing into silent tears. At some point, he gets too exhausted to cry. Instead, he lays there in misery, feeling disappointed in himself and wondering how disappointed his parents will be in him. After all, they’ve always praised how smart he is. A’s are not just something to strive for, but something to expect in his family.

Sometime later, between his anxious thoughts, the doorbell rings. Cyrus doesn’t want to move; he just wants to lie there, comprehending what happened. But then the doorbell rings again, followed by knocking. Cyrus figures he needs to get up just in case it’s something important. He rolls out of bed tiredly, rubbing at his eyes as he heads down to the front door.

What he doesn’t expect to see is TJ, standing outside the door with a container of what looks like soup. Out of all the people Cyrus doesn’t want to see him like this, TJ is probably at the top of the list. Andi, Buffy, and Jonah have all seen Cyrus at some of his worst, but TJ? TJ definitely hasn’t, and Cyrus worries what will happen if he does. Now, it seems he’ll find out.

“Hey Underdog, since you said you weren’t feeling well, I decided to bring you over some soup,” TJ explains nervously.

“Uh,” Cyrus beings, clearing his throat, “Thanks for the soup, but you should probably go. Wouldn’t want you to…get sick.”

Of course, TJ sees right through Cyrus’s lie. Curse TJ for knowing him so well. As TJ inspects him closer, he notices that something else is up. After all, besides from the gritty voice, Cyrus isn’t really acting that sick. Normally, Cyrus is completely incapacitated when he’s sick as well as whiny and complaining. Now, though, he’s acting the complete opposite; withdrawn and quiet.

“Cy, what’s going on?” TJ asks softly, a voice only reserved for him.

He swallows, “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Have you been crying?”

The now familiar burning sensation behind his eyes starts again. His vision blurs, turning TJ into a blob of colors.

“I—” Cyrus chokes off, not able to continue.

“Woah, hey,” TJ shushes, coming in and closing the door behind him. “You’re ok.”

Cyrus shakes his head. “No I’m not. I’m a failure.”

“What—why would you say that?”

Unable to answer, Cyrus just lets a few tears escape from his eyes. The tears leave scorching trails across his cheeks as they fall. TJ steps closer, gently moving his fingers up to cup Cyrus’s cheek. With the pad of his thumb, he reaches out and swipes away the wetness.

“Let’s sit down, okay?”

Numbly, Cyrus allows TJ to guide him over to the couch. As they sit, TJ keeps a firm grasp on Cyrus’s hand, caressing the backside of it.

After a few beats of silence, TJ asks, “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I’m embarrassed,” Cyrus admits in a quiet tone, face already burning at the outburst of emotions he’s been displaying.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, not around me. I won’t judge you, I promise.”

TJ meets his eyes. Although Cyrus knows that TJ would never judge him, he doesn’t truly breakdown until they make eye contact. The lovingness and support evident in TJ’s eyes makes Cyrus feel more comforted already. Even though he’s still embarrassed and scared and feels stupid, looking at TJ makes him want to talk about it. He needs to talk about it.

“I failed my history test,” Cyrus finally admits timidly with a sniffle, “and now I just don’t know who I am anymore.”

TJ squeezes his hand. “What do you mean?”

“I just…I’ve always been the perfect student. I’ve always been great at school. But now that this happened, I feel like I have nothing else going for me. I’m not athletic like you or artistic like Buffy or musical like Jonah. School was my talent…but now I’m scared that it’s not anymore.”

“Failing one test isn’t the end of the world,” TJ says. “You’ll work hard, harder than ever. I know you. You’re smart, Cyrus, and one failed test will not change that. But that’s not it. School isn’t your only talent!”

“But—”

“But nothing. Cyrus Goodman, you are talented in so many ways. You’re talented in being a friend. In fact, you’re one of the most supportive, kindest people I’ve ever met, and I’m sure everyone else would agree. You’re talented with how much effort and care you put into everything. No matter what, you always try your best to succeed. You are so talented, Cyrus, and that’s why I like you so much.”

Now, Cyrus’s eyes water for a different reason. He scoots closer to TJ so their shoulders are rubbing against each other. He leans down to rest his head against TJ’s shoulder, nose nudging into his neck. In turn, TJ wraps his arm around Cyrus’s shoulders, tugging him in closer. Then, they just breathe.

“Thank you,” Cyrus whispers fondly. “I’m sorry I was spiraling.”

“It’s okay,” TJ replies. “It happens to all of us. But you were there for me when I was struggling with my dyscalculia, and I’ll always be there for you, too.”

Cyrus snuggles deeper into his side, nuzzling into TJ’s sweatshirt. TJ chuckles fondly.

“I love your sweatshirts, they’re so soft,” Cyrus murmurs. “You’re soft. You’re the best.”

“You’re the best, too. And listen, I can help you with History. I just so happen to be really good at it. We could do study sessions together after school. You help me with math, and I can help you with history?”

The previous tension building inside Cyrus diminishes. Although he still feels anxious about his grade, he feels more at peace with it now. The looming terror from before has all but disappeared because TJ is here. TJ is here to help him and comfort him and support him. His friends are here, too, to help him along the way. With them all by his side, he feels like he can accomplish anything.

“That sounds great. Do you want to start now?” Cyrus yawns.

TJ smiles. “As appealing as that sounds, I think you need a nap. And I am not opposed to taking one, either.”

Cyrus goes to argue, but then realizes just how heavy his eyelids feel. A sigh escapes his lips as he relaxes further, adjusting himself until he and TJ are leaning against each other in a comfortable position on the couch.

“Tomorrow?” Cyrus wonders sleepily, eyes already drifting shut.

“I’ll be there.”

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jiminandlemonade-blog · 6 years

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I Can’t Fall In Love Without You - Part 3

I Can’t Fall In Love Without You

Jungkook series

Part 3 of 5

(A heart warming/tear jerker series)

Read the previous part here

You couldn't help but stutter your words over how gorgeous he looked. "Um, I'm Y/N" you gulped, collecting your last bits of paper that you threw on the floor. "What brings you here?" He asked in broken English. Your eyes were glued to his face and you didn't know what was wrong with you. It was as if his looks cast a spell on you.

"My Father got a job here so we moved from y/c.." You spluttered slightly. Chae-Young could see that you were getting rather nervous around him so came to your rescue.

"Taehyung, stop flirting with her. I know she's beautiful and you are too but you don't need to hit on every beautiful girl you see" she joked. "What?" He gasped. "I'm only joking Taehyung" she laughed back, hitting him on the arm. It turned out that Taehyung and Chae-Young were best friends and had been since they were young. Taehyung was always caring, it sometimes appeared to come off as flirting, even if he wasn't.

At that moments, the maths teacher walked in and you sat down in your assigned seat before moving off into the section Chae-Young was in to fill in some information about yourself on the school's computer system.

"Is it really always like that?" You asked aloud once leaving the classroom. You were walking with Chae-Young, Taehyung and some other class mates and they all nodded in unison. "I wish school was like that at home" you laughed. Taehyung was quick to agree. "I attended a normal South Korean school but it was very strict and because of this, I really struggled and as you can tell, my English skills were lacking and their constant pushing and nagging, rather than supporting and teaching me hindered my progress.. That's why my parents sent me here" he explained.

At the end of the day, you all exchanged numbers so that you had someone to talk to if you ever needed help. It was a nice gesture and you really appreciated it.

Once you got home, you couldn't wait to crash on your bed. Even though it had been a relaxing day, sometimes being relaxed can make you more tired. Suddenly, your phone lit up.

Taehyung: I hope you had a great day today. If you ever need help with anything, please let me know

He seemed so sweet and you were so grateful to have met someone so kind but what you did notice was that you had a missed text message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: Don't go finding a Korean man to replace me! 😉

You sighed "never", even though you couldn't get your mind off of Kim Taehyung.

Y/N: Don't be silly. I miss you.

The next few weeks were a blur. You were learning a whole new culture let alone another language and you were enjoying the company that you were keeping. You didn't feel great though that you could hardlies talk to Jungkook. He was busy himself leading his life and you had yours and then there was the added complication of time difference. Thankfully, you still both talked every day.

Walking into school, you didn't expect to see such a commotion. "Y/N, can you believe you've won most compatible?!" Chae-Young screamed as soon as she saw you. "What are you on about?" You laughed, walking over to where the commotion was. You looked on the board and there was your name until 'most compatible'. "But who?" You let out as your eyes scanned to your right. "Me" you heard a voice laugh from the background. "Taehyung!" You laughed, hitting his arm. "Why are we on here?" You giggled. Everyone around you thought you were both aimlessly flirting but it wasn't, you were just really good friends. "I thought the same thing, you're not weirded out are you?" He asked. "Of course not!" You replied. "I've really got to tell Jung-" you stopped.

The only reason you stopped is that you didn't want people to know about Jungkook. They knew you had a best friend back home but they didn't know anything about him, you weren't even sure if they knew it was a boy unless you had dropped some personal pronouns that you weren't aware of. You didn't want them to know his name because you didn't want to be teased.

You let out a gasp and started running down the hall. "Chae-Young, wait!" You shouted. "What is it?" She replied, taken aback by your loud voice. "Are you okay about this? About me and Taehyung being voted most compatible?" You said, looking worried. She looked just as worried back. "Ew, what do you mean?" She laughed. You always thought that Chae-Young loved Taehyung, especially because they were best friends from such a young age, because it was a similar scenario to you and Jungkook.

"Really Y/N, if I was in love with him, he would know.. I'm not like you. I act on my feelings" she winked as she took her books from her locker and walked away. She knew everything about Jungkook, just not his name. She was the type of person that thought you should jump on a flight right now. You wanted to do that too, but it just wasn't that easy.

"Here" Taehyung said behind you, turning you around and handing you a ticket. "What's this?" You replied. "It turns out, because we won most compatible, the school is treating us to a meal at the Italian restaurant next door" he laughed. You couldn't help but giggle, it sounded ridiculous. Yes, you loved him for who he was and especially his appearance but you didn't see him that way.

"So when are we going?" You laughed, taking him by surprise. "You want to go?" He asked, confused. "Sure, why not?" You asked back. He shook his head and you agreed that the coming weekend would be a perfect time.

You didn't want to tell Jungkook but you thought it would be funny.

Y/N: You told me you didn't want me falling for a Korean man but look! It looks as though other people want me too! Hahahaha *photo of the wall*

It took Jungkook around 4 hours to respond.

Jungkook: Lol

Was that it? 'lol'. You realised you really shouldn’t have sent him it, or he was just too busy to even care.

The weekend rolled around and you were quite excited to spend time with Taehyung alone. It had always been in a school setting with others so it made a change. He picked you up from home and drove you to the restaurant.

"Through here" the waiter smiled at you, placing you in your own room. "Woah, the school pulled out all the stops didn't they" you laughed. Taehyung looked confused at your slang. "I mean the school put in a lot of effort" you rephrased. "Oh yeah, they did" he nodded in agreement.

You were having general chit chat and it was lovely to get to know Taehyung on this level. He was even more caring and considerate than you thought and it made you think more about who he was as a person.

"Here, let me take that from you" he called as your plate was put down. You hated garnish and as soon as the pizza was put down in front of you, your face squirmed. "How did you know I hate garnish?" You asked, laughing at how quick he was to whip some salad from your plate. "Y/N, I've been with you every day for the past month, you realise these.. Quirks"

The conversation was flowing backwards and forwards and you didn't expect to get on with him as well as you did.

"You know Y/N, I really would like to do this again sometime" he suggested. The words took you off guard. "You mean, like a date?" You gulped down your last remaining bite of pizza. "I mean, if you see it like that?" He asked. You weren't over Jungkook and you thought you never would be, but then again, he'd been so distant to you recently, you had no idea what was going on. Here was a man treating you really well so how could you say no?

"Sure, why not spend more time together" you smiled. You didn't insinuate it was going to be a date, but you didn't deny it either. After the good time you had had tonight, you didn't really know what you wanted.

You arrived home and after saying goodbye to Taehyung, you immediately reached for the house phone to call Jungkook. No answer. You decided to text him instead.

Y/N: You know how I was voted the most compatible with a boy at school? Well as a prize we had to go for a meal together. It was really nice. I hope to show you the restaurant some day

Once again, it took him a long time to reply.

Jungkook: Hopefully

Hopefully? Was that it? No mention of the practical date you had just been on, not being bothered that you were voted compatible with another man? You felt slightly miffed and offended.

Jungkook had never treat you this way and you didn't like it, it brought a weird side out of you. You knew it was only because you loved him but at the end of the day, Jungkook wasn't there, but Taehyung was.

Y/N: When are we going to do that again then?

Taehyung: You really want too? Next week?

Y/N: Next week sounds good!

That was more like it, an instant text back.

At school, you both acted the same. Nothing was different, you were still both really good friends but there were some more flirting comments here and there.

"Can you just go on another date already?" Chae-Young non-chalentely commented. "We are" Taehyung smiled. Chae-Young's eyes lit up. "WAIT WHAT, Y/N, COME HERE NOW, TELL ME EVERYTHING!" She squeeled, grabbing your arm and taking you into the bathroom.

"What about your best friend? What's going on?" She spoke rapidly. "Chae-Young, really, it's no big deal. He asked if I wanted to do it again and I said yes. Why not? I love my best friend as you know but it's not practical. He isn't here. He's seemed so distant and has been so distant lately. I don’t know what's going on. But what's wrong with getting to know him a bit more?" You asked. "Nothing" she winked back.

That weekend, you went on another 'date'. This time, it was to the same Italian but you ordered a different main, you weren't having the pizza nightmare again. "Can I tell you a secret?" Taehyung stated. "Of course!" You said, sounding concerned.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this but I really trust you. Can I trust you?" He asked. You nodded your head. He thought about it for a moment before nodding himself, as if he was agreeing with the dilemma he had going on in his mind. "Y/N, I'm a trainee" he quickly admitted.

"You're a what?" You asked. You knew exactly what a trainee was, you just couldn’t believe it. "A trainee. I'm debuting soon.." He trailed off.

Everything started to make sense. "That's why you're at this school isn't it? You're so clever, I didn't believe it when you said that the previous school was so strict that it stopped you from learning." You admitted.

"I'm at this school to improve my English and I did find it hard at my old school, so that was correct but I'm here more because the company is just around the corner." He replied.

"Wait, you're training with BigHit Entertainment?" You gasped, slightly too loud as Taehyung covered your mouth. He nodded in response. "Holy shit" you breathed. "How's everything going?" You asked. "Well. I'm really close to all of the members which is good. They're all being revealed one by one but I'm the secret member who will be unveiled at debut" he confessed.

"Taehyung, do you think you should be telling me this much?" You asked. He could trust you, but you didn't think it was right for him to tell you, especially because his entertainment company was just around the corner. Anybody could be in the building.

"I'm telling you this much because you're the only person I can trust" he stated. You were shocked. You couldn't believe that he didn't trust anyone else but it made you feel great and it made you get butterflies in your stomach.

At the end of the 'date', Taehyung took you home and asked if you both could make it a regular thing. If anything, it was more casual than dating but you both knew it could take a sudden turn. However, you still agreed.

For the next 4 weeks, these 'dates' went on and it was the same routine. Taehyung would pick you up, on the drive there you would talk about his preperations for debut was going, you would pull up to the restaurant and apply your lipstick again, you would order a new item from the menu at the Italian, talk about how expensive the deserts were, he would pay because he refused to let you, even though you insisted on paying for the drinks, you would both talk some more about the week and spend an extra hour talking about the meal was finished, he would drive you home, you would talk at your door for about 15 minutes slumped against the wall, then you would hug goodbye and go inside.

You told Jungkook nothing. You both still spoke, but not about Korea.. Just life in general and things you spoke about back at home. You didn't want to mention about Taehyung, not at all.

This 6th date.. It was slightly different. "Does it feel weird that we've done this 6 times now and we've never questioned it?" Taehyung abruptly asked as you got to your front door. "What do you mean?" You asked, confused. "We've been on 6.. what I would call, dates, yet we're doing nothing about this?.. Do you like me?" He asked straight up. Honestly, you didn't know.

"Taehyung, I'm getting to know you. I've only known you a little over 3 months" you smiled. "It's the same feeling with me" he cooed back. You couldn't help but smile, the last time you got butterflies like this was when you first saw him.

"We'll do this a bit more and then decide okay?" You smiled. He nodded and replied with "okay". You really were being honest with him. You didn't know what was happening but you knew you were waiting for the moment Jungkook would tell you he loved you, just one more time, so that you could let the urge to have someone in your life other than Jungkook go. Taehyung was tring to fill a void that only Jungkook could fill and you knew this. You felt awful.

You froze as you thought about this in your head but saw Taehyung's lips coming towards yours. It was only a peck, but in that instant you knew.. There was no connection there. No spark. It was Jungkook you needed. But the radiating beam coming from Taehyung's face after the kiss caused you to smile out of awkwardness, but he didn't pick that up. Without you confessing, he walked away smiling, telling you that he couldn’t wait for another date.

"Chae-Young, help me!" You bellowed down the phone. She couldn't help but laugh. "He kissed you didn't he?". "How did you know?! Did he plan this?!" You questioned, your voice raised. "I don't know, but it wasn't planned with me. I knew it would happen that's all. I knew he would kiss you and you would call me panicking because you knew you were in love with Jungkook right?" She laughed more. "He thinks I'm going to go on another date with him because I didn't tell him other- wait.. Jungkook? How do you know his name is Jungkook?" You questioned, suspicious. "Do you think I can't read? I've been around your house and you have his letters strewn across your bedroom floor where his name is signed off at the end. His contact in your phone is Jungkook-ah with a love heart after it. You've name dropped before. You even wrote his name on the back of your ha-" "Right just stop there" you cut her off.

"Please tell me, what do I do?" You asked. "If I know anything about Taehyung, go out with him next week and then be honest with him" she suggested. You liked that idea. You'd rather do it in a nice and comfortable setting and routine than calling him or sending him a text.

The next week came around and you were nervous. Thankfully, school was over so you didn't have to see him that week and he had a lot of training at the company before other members arrived.

The 'date' happened the same way it always did but this time when you got to the door, he did something you weren't expecting. "You don't like me like that, do you Y/N?"

You felt like shit. You gulped before you said your brazen apology. "You're wonderful Taehyung, you truly are. You will be an amazing boyfriend for some girl but that girl isn't me" you spoke, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "I'm glad you're being honest with me Y/N" he smiled, giving you a hug. "I hope whoever the boy you're in love with knows it.. Or you're both missing out" he smirked. Wait.. What did he just say?

"What do you mean?" You asked him. "Y/N, I've known from the first day I met you that you were completely besotted with someone else. Do you not realise that every time your phone buzzes and it's your 'best friend' that you smile like an idiot? Even if you say he's being distant, you light up. I hope to make someone feel like that one day. You're a wonderful girl Y/N and that's why I wanted to pursue this and make you happy, but I know there's a time when good things must come to an end, especially when you know it's not right anymore. Fight for him Y/N, if it's the last thing you do" he spoke, giving you one last hug before leaving your door way. "We're still friends though aren't we?" He laughed, kissing your forehead, something he knew you loved when you needed comfort. "Of course!" You beamed, running to him and bringing him in for a big hug. You're glad it ended this way

"Taehyung!" You shouted as he walked away. He turned around looking confused. "Thank you.. For everything" you smiled. He nodded as if to say you're welcome and couldn't help but be happy that you were finally happy for once. You really both the best friends who would never fall in love, however, you had one best friend that you were and always had been in love with.

You didn't want Taehyung out of your life, he truly was a great friend. However, something about him not being so involved in your life now made it so much easier to show your desire for Jungkook.

*Jungkook's P.O.V*

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" He asked. "Just saying goodbye to a friend" he smiled, shaking his hand. After a brief conversation, Taehyung continued down the stairs. Jungkook didn't notice where Taehyung had come from but he had a feeling. Taehyung realised he had no idea why Jungkook was there. "Hey wait.. Why are you here? You didn't need to be here for another week. Are you staying in these apartments before we move in?" Taehyung asked, his husky voice bellowing around the empty stair well. "No no, just saying hello to a friend... I'll call you tonight and explain" Jungkook responded continuing down the hall. He felt sick, he had a vague idea what was going on, especially because he saw Taehyung leaving from the direction of your apartment.

*Your P.O.V*

You closed the door and immediately heard muffled voices. You sat down at the kitchen island for a drink of orange juice but instantly there was a knock on the door. You opened it and the first thing you noticed were bags dropping to the floor.

"I thought you weren't going to fall in love without me?" Jungkook questioned, looking down at the floor where his bags had just dropped. Your heart was in your mouth. You couldn't find the words to speak let alone allow your mouth to form words. He was standing in front of you after 3 months of going insane without him. It felt wrong to run into his arms. You felt as though you needed to explain yourself, it was evident he saw another man coming to your apartment.

"I haven't" you admitted. You admitted. "He left because I told him nothing would ever happen.. Me and Taehyung have been really close as friends and I think not having you around made me want something more.. But I didn't want it with him. I knew that. I felt like I was using him and couldn't do it anymore. In the end he wasn't you and he was never going to be". Again, you wanted to run into his arms, but something didn't feel right.

"Jungkook, why are you here?" You questioned, tears filling your eyes, not knowing what to make of the situation. Jungkook gulped and looked around your apartment from the door way, not maintaining eye contact with you. "You know how you saw me dancing and singing in my room?" He asked. You nodded. "Well there's a reason for that.." He trailed off.

You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. It seemed crazy to you that he was even mentioning it, you only asked him what he was doing here. "Y/N.. You're more aware of the South Korean culture now.. Basically.. Um, sorry I'm becoming a spluttering idiot" he stated, taking a deep breath in. "I've been a trainee for nearly 2 years now, sorry I couldn't tell you but I wasn't allowed. You don't know how many times I have wanted to tell you Y/N. When you said you were moving to Korea, I was honestly thrilled.. I knew you would be there with me but I was scared too.. What if you moved and I didn't debut, what if you would not forgive me for lying to you.. What if you had moved on without me.." He gasped as his words were getting faster.

You couldn't help but smile. You knew this was something he had always wanted, always dreamt about and you didn't mind that he couldn't tell you. The tears were now rolling down your face and everything suddenly felt right again, there were no secrets.. Again, you wanted to run into his arms, everything felt right, so you did.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and nestled your head into his neck as he carried you. "I've missed you" you muffled into his neck, not wanting to let go. "I've missed you too" he announced back.

He pulled you off of him gently allowing you to stand again, even if your legs felt like jelly. There were no awkward silences, just silence. You felt at peace. That was until Jungkook broke it with a question you never thought you would hear in your life. "So, you're definitely not in love with another member of my group?" He asked. You looked at him rather confused. "Who?" You asked, shaking your head bewildered. He looked at you dead set in the eyes. "The man who just left your apartment, Kim Taehyung"

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