#thought about the lottery again today and realized i need this information

[misojohnist]

finally came up with a good poll idea so, for posterity:

#thought about the lottery again today and realized i need this information #tell me about the stories that changed you as a child i want to know!!! #will not beg for reblogs but since i have like 900 followers and half of them are bots i welcome this post breaking out of containment

[ur-favorite-queer-queen]

Stars/Dreams

Master List

It was Dick’s turn to zeta to Paris and grab Damian today. He once again looked up and found Damian on the Eiffel tower, sitting there staring at the stars. Tears streamed down his face, that he would immediately brush off before any others saw. But the evidence that stained his sleeve, cheeks, eyes, and his whole being could not be covered up. 

Just as he was about to make his way up the tower to get him, try to calm him from another nightmare he probably had, he saw another figure sit themself down near Damian. Upon closer inspection, it was Marinette’s childhood friend, Kim. 

He made it up the tower just in time to see Damian break down and pull his knees to his chest, face in his knees, his body shaking from how hard he was sobbing, with Kim rubbing circles on his back. At that moment, he knew it was best if he stayed put. 

“I miss her too, but if Nette is anything, she’s stubborn.” Kim spoke softly, still rubbing circles into Damian’s back, “I doubt she’s in heaven or hell or any afterlife up or down there. I bet she’s still here watching over everyone, probably haunting some people too.” That got a chuckle out of Damian, if only a small one. 

“She d-didn’t deserve what h-happened to her.” Damian said softly, his voice was raspy from all the crying, and he hiccuped every now and then.

“She didn’t. No one deserves that.” Kim paused, unsure of how to continue. Comforting people was not his forte, so he thought about what Marinette would want, “But she wouldn’t want you to spend day after day crying and wasting your life because she’s no longer in it.”

"H-how would you know?" Damian rubbed some snot onto his sleeve absentmindedly.

"I've known Nette since we were 3, I know many things about her Damian." Kim handed him a tissue out of nowhere. "One thing I know that she would never want, is for people to waste their time crying over something from the past, something they can't change. She would want them to look forward to the future, even if it's without her."

Damian stayed silent for a long time, so long Dick was about to make his presence known, but then he started talking, hiccups and hesitation gone from his voice, "She said her favorite place in all of Paris was here. She loved gazing up at the stars, they were her favorite thing in the sky. Unlike the sun they didn't overpower everything else in the sky, or make you want to stay inside when it's too hot. And unlike the moon they don't disappear unless you're in the wrong place." He paused, thinking over what he was about to say next, "She liked to say that each star was special to someone somewhere. Her special star was that one." He pointed to a star to the right that was a little more separated from the other stars, but it still glowed brightly in the night. "She was always too embarrassed to tell me why though."

"That's where I come in." Kim grinned proudly, like he had just won the lottery, in a quieter voice he began to explain, "While it may be hard to believe, when we were younger Nette was the "loner" out of all of us." He made air quotes with his fingers when saying the word, "Nino had joined the art club, I had joined a few sports teams, but Nette always kept to herself. Not saying that as a bad thing that's just how it was back then." He seemed to think of a way to phrase his words, probably so he wouldn't accidentally offend Damian in his sensitive state, "One day while we were hanging out on her balcony she pointed up to the sky and told us, 'You guys both choose a star and I'll choose a star.' That's all she said, me and Nino were used to her crazy shenanigans so we didn't think much of it. I chose that star," He pointed to a star that was close to Marinette's star, but still had many stars surrounding it. Near all the others it didn't glow as brightly,  "And Nino chose that star." He pointed to a star that was also close to Kim and Marinette’s star but also close to the other stars, directly in the middle of the two groups, however it was much dimmer than Marinette and Kim's stars.

"What is the point of all this?" Damian interrupted, his voice gaining its annoyance back but couldn’t cover the curiosity it held.

"I'm getting there, okay? Anyways we both told Marinette the stars we picked and she asked why, we both didn't really have an answer. So she answered for us, she was always good at reading people." He gave out a small chuckle, and Damian cracked a smile, a small one but still a smile, "I chose my star because while I'll always be close to her, I like having a big group of friends, specifically where I'm in the center, but allow others to shine. Nino chose his star because he'll always be in between me and Marinette and his other friends, as you are aware. He never really shines, always one to follow the group, but when he does, he shines brighter than all the others."

"You really have all of this memorized?" Damian commented.

"It's just one of those memories you never forget. It's stuck in your head for no specific reason." Kim turned back to face him. "So then we asked what star she chose and why, she pointed to her star. Then said 'I think despite me maybe having friends in the future, deep down I'll be alone, deep down I won't have many people by my side. Maybe I'll only ever have you guys, but I'm okay with that.' And that was what it was like for a while, until everything happened."

"So she chose that star because she was a loner?"

"That's what she says, but knowing her it's probably deeper than that. So here's my theory, she always knew deep down that when it came down to it, not a lot of people would be on her side, so instead of taking chances with other people she kept to herself. But while me and Nino sometimes depended on other people to help us shine, or they outshine us, Marinette didn’t need anyone to help her shine. Or outshine her for that matter. She always worked better independently, for certain things of course."

After Kim's explanation Damian sat there in silence, Kim waited in the silence as well, and Dick didn’t dare break it. After what seemed like an eternity Damian finally spoke, “Thank you for that Kim.” 

Kim smiled at him, glad that his story had helped, “Anytime Damian, I know how much she meant to you.” He stood up, preparing to get down from the tower, but turned one last time to look at Damian, “If you ever want any more stories like that, or just about her, you know where to find me.” And with that he started his trek down the tower, because he wouldn’t be Kim if he used the elevator. 

After a moment of silence Damian started to get up, speaking as he did, “I know you are there Grayson, you can come out now.” 

Dick came out from where he was hiding, at least having the decency to look ashamed for eavesdropping, “Sorry Damian, I didn’t want to interrupt but we gotta get back to Gotham.” 

Damian brushed past him as he headed for the elevator, “Tt, Let’s just go.” 

They took the zeta tubes back to Gotham where Damian, surprisingly went straight to bed. This left the others feeling worried. 

“Who’s going to be on nightmare duty tonight?” Tim asked, even he was worried for Damian, Marinette’s death had been the hardest on him. 

“I can do it.” Dick volunteered. 

“Are you sure Dick? You already took the ‘Fetch Damian from Paris shift’. Maybe someone else should take this one.” Steph suggested. 

“No I’ll do it. I honestly don’t think he’ll need it tonight but just in case. Plus I know some things you don’t.” And with that cryptid message Dick left to go stand guard near Damian’s room. Leaving the others to wonder what on Earth happened when Dick retrieved Damian that he had information that could help him and his nightmares. 

Damian had thankfully not had another nightmare that night, but his dream was still strange. 

As he drifted off to dreamland he suddenly appeared to be sitting on something, upon closer inspection it seemed to be a star. Suddenly he heard giggling and turned so fast that he almost fell off the star. 

Sitting on another star not so far away from him, was Marinette, still looking as beautiful as the last day he saw her. “Hi Damian.” Damian wanted to believe that she was here, but he saw her dead body, he knew that she was dead. 

“You can’t be here. You’re dead.” He stated like he was stating a fact, his voice cold and without feeling, that was the only way to stop the tears from flowing. 

“I am dead Damian. But Kim was right you know, I’m much too stubborn to leave Earth, especially without making sure that everyone I left behind would be okay.” She started floating over to him and that’s when Damian realized this must all be a dream, his mind trying to convince him that Marinette was still here. 

“This is a dream you can’t be here. You’re not actually here, just my mind trying to convince myself you are here.” 

Marinette smirked at him, one of those playful smirks that she always flashed when she knew something he didn’t, “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, then go ahead and believe that.” 

After a few moments of silence he spoke up, “Did Kim really know you better than I did?” Damian’s voice was soft and vulnerable when he spoke. 

“Both of you knew me very well. I think the grief is just clouding some things for you.” Marinette softly smiled at him, “Kim did make a very good point though Damian.” She waited for him to face her before she spoke again, “I don’t want you to stop living your life just because I’m no longer in it. You have so much to live for, and in order to do those things you can’t keep wishing I was there to do them with you.” 

“But how am I supposed to forget you?” 

“Not forget Damian, move on. Be able to accept the fact that I’m not gonna be here any more but that doesn’t mean that you have to stop living your life.” 

“I’m gonna miss you.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, as a sort of reassurance that she was here. She held both his hands with her own.

“I’m gonna miss you too. But I’ll always be here, watching over you and making sure you don’t get yourself into trouble.” 

“So is this goodbye?” 

“Yeah this is goodbye, but promise me something okay?” She brought him into a hug as the tears that were trapped in her eyes finally flowed free, “Do not, under any circumstances, stop living your life because I’m not there with you. Alright?” She pulled a tiny bit away from him so she could look him in the eyes. 

“Okay, I won’t.” 

“You promise?” 

“I promise.” 

“Good now I believe it is time for you to wake up now.” She grinned at him, despite the fact that tears still fell from her eyes. 

“Already?” Damian asked as tears escaped his own eyes. 

“Yeah,” She pulled him in for one last kiss before pulling away and smiling at him, “Goodbye Dami, I better only see you in like 70 years.” 

“Yeah, goodbye Mari.” 

Damian woke up with a small smile on his face as he clearly remembered the dream he had last night. That smile quickly turned to a frown as he remembered that it was just that, a dream. 

He got dressed and made his way to the dining room only for Alfred to drag him to the kitchen before he got there. His protests died in his mouth when he saw what was on one of the kitchen counters. Flour was all over the counter but in the spaces there wasn't flour there were words. 

'It wasn't a dream Damian, don't worry, you're not crazy.'

He sank to the floor and cried again, this time it was happy tears though. For now he knew that while she wasn't here with him, he at least got the opportunity to say goodbye and know that she would still always roam the Earth and watch him and others. That was good enough in his book.

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Forgot to tag the people who helped me! @ramos123 @nightlychaotic @boldlyanxious

#mgi civil war #maribat #Daminette Dominance #marinette is dead #Kim comforts Damian #Kim & Damian friendship #daminette #no beta this is war

[mizelophsun11]

Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 1

Pairing - The pairing will change, in the beginning it will be General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and then eventually shift to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner

Summary - The Fold, a black mark that had always seemed to consume the earth it covered, so many lives have been taken, will there be more? Anna is brought to the brink of darkness with her friends, they must fight together in order to survive and with that secrets are revealed.

Word Count - 1627

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Anna and Alina were traveling with their crew to the Fold, map makers who only had the stories of others to know what was awaiting their views. When they arrived Alina and Anna got out and looked at the menacing clouds of darkness that formed the Fold, the very monstrosity that had taken so many lives. Anna pulled her hair back into a ponytail with a few strands kept out, she also pulled her hood up wanting to hide her hair as much as she could. They were making their way to the tents when they heard their names called by a familiar voice.

“Anna! Alina!” The two girls turned their heads around to see Mal, their best friend

“Mal!” Anna smiled seeing Mal, it had been so long since she had seen him

“Mal!” Alina said watching him approach them

He slung his arms around his best friends shoulders and started walking to the tents together “I didn’t realize you two were coming in today” Mal said happily

“Yeah, this is our stop before we head south, when did you get in?” Alina asked

“Just yesterday, I found out when I got here that I would be assigned to your group” Mal kept walking with them

“They can’t seem to split our little group up now can they” Anna smiled

As they got closer to where their tents would have been Anna noticed that they had been moved. This caught Anna's attention, so many First Army soldiers were in this camp area, what reasonable answer would they have to move their tents. Unfortunately for them the reason was standing right in front of them practicing their small science, Grisha.

“That is why our tents got moved” Alina said

“Because some Grisha wanted some extra room, how nice.. Some show offs, all spoiled and  bullies. I wish we could just be left alone sometimes, home was better than this” Anna said, as she watched their little demo

“You really think home was better? They were so mean to you” Mal said

“Oddly enough I would take that orphanage, where they would call me an abomination, over the way Grisha treat us, they act like we are nothing, completely expendable...” Anna really could not stand the Grisha she had met so far, they would go after her odd hair color and just treat her like the dirt under their feet

They headed to the tents and organized their things before heading to a larger tent where people were to be told of their assignments. A man with an appearance of age and greyish hair stood higher than the rest ready to make his speech.

“Alright right, all of you listen up! I know some of you have been on the road for a while so I will try to make this short and sweet. There are three destinations, most will go North to Fjerdan, another is south to the Shu Han border. However, a selected few will be assigned to the shiny new Sandskiff just outside this tent, if it works, that means full meals, bullets for your guns, sugar for your tea and even a little bit of whiskey to celebrate, but don’t hold onto that, the thing still needs to work. Now, here is the list of people who will be making the journey through the fold” he got a piece of paper out that had the names of the people who would be assigned to the Sandskiff.

Mal smirked “it should be called ‘the nightmare lottery’ if you ask me” Mal said, both girls laughed at his joke

“Sergeant Yure Teplov, Tracker Malyen Oretsev…” the list continued for a few more names

“Wait.. why would he say your name? I thought you were coming with us to the south” Alina said

“Maybe it was a mix up” Anna tried to counter, she did not want to think of the possibility of Mal facing the Fold without her and Alina

Mal decided that he would talk with the man who had just announced his name to make sure that he was for sure meant to be on the skiff. After dinner the friends all met up and realized that Mal was indeed meant to go on the skiff. There was tension in the air that night and the trio did not get a lot of sleep that night, Alina and Anna were worried for Mal. In the morning Alina decided to take matters into her own hands and went to the tent where valuable maps of areas on the other side of the Fold would be. This is how Alina was going to get her and Anna on the skiff with Mal so they would not be separated again, she would burn that information. However, what Alina did not expect is that yes her and Anna would be going, but her entire crew as well. As they arrived onto the skiff Mal spotted them, taken aback as to why they were here.

“What are you two doing here, you should be heading south right now” Mal said

“We have been assigned with you, some maps where damaged that contained information for land on the other side of the Fold” Anna said looked around on the skiff

“I could shoot both in your feet” Mal offered

“I think we like our feet don’t we Anna?” Alina countered

“Yes I think we do” Anna knew that there was no way Mal would be getting them off the skiff “After all this was an order, and orders are orders” Alina knew Mal could not get them off this skiff

“You two get off this boat now” Mal said trying harder to save his two best friends from having to face the Fold

However before they could even move they heard someone yell “Raise the Gate!”

“We are in this together Mal” Anna said

“We will make it Mal, promise” Alina said walking over to her post

Both Anna and Alina were standing close to each other on the edge of the skiff watching everyone moving around. People were making sure that everything was in order before they entered the fold.

An Inferni walked to the center of the deck “Alright everyone here is how things will go. We enter the fold and it goes dark, but we like it dark. The blue light at the mast is the only light we need, it allows us to travel without drawing any attention to ourselves”

Raisa looked at the Inferni confused “but if you are an Inferni, how are you helping if we need to keep things dark?”

“For when the dark comes to keep you” the Inferni looked up at the Squaller

“Ready to launch!” A sailor yelled and the Squaller started to put wind in the sail moving it forward “That’s our cue” she looked around making sure everything was in order “alright Cartographers listen up! Until we reach the western dry docks, you are to remain at your stations. I repeat, do not leave the skiff during the crossing..” the skiff approached the Fold and pushed through the darkness “In we go”

Shadow, it was consuming, as if the sun had gone out and nothing was left. There was rumbling in the distance, the loud crack of thunder that drowned out the growling sounds of the flying terrors that were in the sky.

“Marker 1” the Inferni said as she passed Anna

“How many markers are left?” Anna asked, even though she had crossed the Fold once before that had been a long time ago and she tried to forget about it

“37” the Inferni said walking by her

As the skiff continued forward the growling of the flying monsters seemed to start getting close. Guns were cocked, ready to shoot anything that decided to get too close for comfort. Suddenly, for some unknown reason the blue light at the mass flickered until it was completely out and there was no light left to guide them through the dark. A soldier not knowing any better lit a lantern in order to try and see not knowing it would be their demise.

“What are you doing? Blow it out you fool!” the Inferni said but it was already too late and the Volcra started to swarm the skiff.

Chaos. Everything became very chaotic with everyone trying to somehow survive this massacre. There was firing of gunshots and screams of the people on the skiff that were being taken by the attacking Volcra.

“Come at me you coward!” yelled the Inferni before she was snatched and her body ripping in half by the force of being grabbed and thrown into the side of the skiff

This was all too much for Alexei, every scream and drip of blood brought him to his decision, he jumped off the skiff and began to run away “No! Alexei!” Alina yelled shocked that everything was unfolding

Suddenly a Volcra appeared and grabbed Mal by his shoulder “Mal!” Anna yelled, getting up from where she was and grabbed a rifle on the floor and shot the Volcra, it let go of Mal and flew off

Alina and Anna ran to where the Volcra had dropped “Oh Mal..” Anna said with tears in her eyes

“I’ll meet you two in the meadow” Mal weakly said as he tried to stay awake

“No Mal, please stay with us..” Alina said

Suddenly another Volcra appeared, ready to grab onto Alina but Anna shoved her out of the way to try and protect her from being taken “Anna!” Alina yelled trying to hold onto her from being taken away.

Light. As if the sun had been called upon the volcra surrounding the skiff had been obliterated in an instant.

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Author Note - I am overjoyed that there are people who are enjoying this story! If you are reading and would like to leave a comment at the end please do, I really enjoy seeing what people have to say. Another side note, I will add people to the tag list that would like to be added, please let me know and I will gladly add you!

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[kpop-zone]

Change of Mind pt.2 | Mina

Wordcount: 2,811

A/N: Turns out that short drabbles are not one of my strong suits... But oh well, I hope the anon who wanted a continuation enjoys this!

Part 1

“White shirt or blue shirt?”

You asked deep in thought before looking at your cat who obviously didn’t care about your dilemma and lazily splayed out on the cat tree.

For over an hour now, you were getting ready for your first day at your new company, although you couldn’t say that all the effort that you put into your outfit was due to overflowing passion for work. Instead, it had something to do with a certain multimillionaire that had managed to turn your world upside down in a matter of a few minutes.

“This is ridiculous. You will probably not even see her today.”

You said to yourself in the mirror, while shaking your head, disapproving of your own pathetic behavior.

Quickly, you put on the blue shirt before grabbing your bag and your lunch and rushing out of your apartment. You didn’t want to be late. Not again. Therefore, you ran all the way to your subway station although you still had plenty of time. Better safe than sorry. In the end, your efforts payed off. Right on time, you arrived at the reception and flashed the lady behind the counter a polite smile in hopes that she wouldn’t recognize you from your last encounter.

“Hi, my name is L/N Y/N. I have my first workday today.”

You introduced yourself and the lady went through a list until she seemed to have found your name.

“Follow me.”

She said quite rudely, before leaping to her feet and walking towards the elevators.

“This is your ID card, your key to move freely in this building. So don’t lose it.”

She shoved the piece of plastic into your hands while flashing you a warning gaze that caused you to flinch. Was it a job requirement to be rude here?

Your mood was lifted again though once you stepped into the elevator. It was completely plated in gold (it probably wasn’t real gold, but you were impressed nevertheless) which already made you feel like you had won the lottery by starting to work in this company. There were fifteen floors that each belonged to another department. As you still remembered from your job interview, you would work on the 9th floor. But to your surprise, the lady pushed the button for the 15th floor.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, but I think we have to go to the 9th floor.”

You pointed out sheepishly, causing the receptionist to look at you annoyed.

“No we don’t.”

She simply stated, not bothering to elaborate.

“I-I believe we do. I’m going to start working for the Sales Department. Which is located on the 9th floor.”

Hesitantly, you pointed at the plate next to the button of the 9th floor, but the receptionist didn’t even make a move to press it.

“You’ve switched to another position.”

You looked at the lady in disbelief, wondering whether you had misheard her.

You’ve switched to another position?

No one had informed you about that. You concluded that the receptionist must have confused you with someone else. You didn’t even have experience in any other department. But before you could complain, the door of the elevator slid open and you were too busy gaping in awe to utter another word. If you had thought that the elevator looked fancy, you didn’t even know how to describe the floor that you had just reached. Everything was the perfect mix of modern and chic interior design with sophisticated furniture and a huge windowfront that gave a breathtaking view over the city.

With your mouth wide open, you looked around the fairly large entrance area, not even noticing that your chaperon had left you until the receptionist’s croaky voice ripped you out of your trance.

“If you were so kind?”

She was standing in front of a hallway that lead to the offices you assumed, and you quickly rushed to her side. Together, you walked past mostly empty glass rooms, but you didn’t even need to see their occupants to know that this had to be the office rooms of the board members, senior partners and other high-ranking employees. Each one was big enough to accommodate ten employees, yet there was only one hefty desk in every room. And with every office that you passed, you became more and more nervous because you were slowly starting to realize where the receptionist was taking you.

Your presentiment turned out to be right when she guided you to the very end of the hallway to the biggest office yet and a seemingly tiny desk standing in front of it. The receptionist walked up to the desk and grabbed some papers that she held out to you.

“Here’s Ms. Myoui’s schedule of the day. Your job is to basically do whatever she says.”

She said nonchalantly, but at the mentioning of the CEO’s name, you started to choke on your own spit in shock.

“Ms. Myoui?”

You asked panicked and the receptionist huffed annoyed.

“Yes. You’ll be working for her directly. But you’ll be more than just her assistant though. If she’s in need of a sales manager, you’ll be that. If she needs an accountant, you better be a quick learner. Right now... she is in need of a coffee. Her second meeting of the day is about to start now, so you’ll better hurry up.”

The receptionist smirked in amusement while pointing at a small break room right across from your desk.

Not wanting to anger your new boss (again), you quickly picked up her schedule before rushing to the coffee machine to accomplish your first task. While obtaining the beverage was an easy challenge, a much harder one was finding the right room of the meeting. After taking the elevator to the wrong floor and disrupting the meetings of countless other people, you eventually reached the right conference room. Breathless from all the running, you barged into it, causing all heads to turn in your direction. Embarrassed, your cheeks started glowing bright red; especially when your gaze landed on Mina who was standing in the front with a stern expression on her face. Awkwardly, you gave her a tiny wave, causing her to roll her eyes before returning her attention to the papers in front of her again.

You were really nailing this first impression thing.

Shyly, you put the coffee in front of her before wanting to turn around to leave the room, but Mina stopped you.

“Notes.”

Her order was so rushed that you weren’t even sure whether you had just imagined it or not at first. But when she pointed at the notebook in front of her before nodding her head towards a chair in the corner of the room, you understood your new task.

“Sure!”

You smiled, but Mina didn’t even bother to look at you.

Confused, you sat down on the chair in the corner and stole some glances at your new boss. This woman really did have some severe mood swings. First, she insulted you, then she defended you, then she got you the job closest to her and now she was back to being rude again? Your head was starting to spin with that much contradictory information.

Therefore, you hoped that Mina was just having a bad morning today. Maybe she would apologize later or be politer the rest of the week. But unfortunately, your hopes were shattered soon. The rest of the week was just as awful as the start with Mina constantly nagging at you and not even bothering to look at you most of the time, resulting in a bitter realization of yours: You had to be the most naïve person in the universe. Had you really thought that a multimillionaire like her would fall for you? You were embarrassed that you had read the signs so wrong and just wanted to evaporate into thin air. And just when you thought that your week couldn’t get any worse, you were proven to be wrong once again.

On the last day of your first week, Mina had a very important meeting with a potential customer and like every day, you had to be the obedient servant to everyone. Therefore, you entered the conference room just before the meeting was about to start with a fake smile on your lips.

“Good morning. Is there anything that I can get you?”

You asked the men at the table politely, causing a dozen orders to be thrown at your head. Hastily, you wrote them all down but chose to check whether you had gotten all of them right before leaving the office.

“Ok so six iced americanos, four latte macchiatos, one espresso and one cappuccino?”

You asked, resulting in some light nodding of the participants of the meeting, but nothing close to a Thank you or an appreciative smile. But you were already used to this treatment of yours, therefore, you left the room without letting your frustration show. All the way to the coffee shop across the street and on your way back to the conference room though, you cursed silently under your breath, not having expected your new job to look like this. Only when you entered the room, you put on your fake smile again and distributed the coffee orders among the participants of the meeting without attracting attention. But your plan of coming and going silently was ruined when the CEO of the other company suddenly grumbled at you.

“Why isn’t my coffee iced?”

Confused, you looked at the drink in his hands and cleared your throat.

“I-iced? Because you ordered a hot cappuccino...”

You tried to sound as polite as possible while defending yourself.

“I did not. Go get me a new one. Iced. I hope you’re able to keep that simple order in mind this time.”

Roughly, he shoved the cup into your hands, and you looked at Mina for help, but she avoided your gaze. Therefore, you choked down the snippy comment that you really wanted to say and flashed the man a polite smile instead before leaving the room to get him a new coffee.

“Maybe this company is just not meant for me...”

You grumbled while you made your way all the way down the thirteen floors and across the street and back again in record time.

Feeling your lungs burning, you needed to take a breather before reentering the conference again and lingered in front of the door for a bit before pushing down the handle. Silently, you walked over to the grumpy CEO who only acknowledged you with a derogatory look. Your patience was really starting to run out, wherefore you quickly wanted to put down the cup in front of him before fleeing the scene. Just when you were reaching over him though, he suddenly gestured wildly, managing to punch the cup out of your hand and to make your heart stop. In shock, you saw how the lid of the cup opened and how the cold coffee spilled all over the manager.

“YA!”

He yelled while leaping to his feet.

“You incompetent idiot! What is wrong with you?! Did you just spill the coffee all over me to get back at me?? Do you know who I am? I’m going to make you pay for this, you ungrateful scumbag!”

In a complete state of shock, you stared at the man and endured his insults.

This was bad.

You didn’t know exactly who he was, but from the whispers among the employees and Mina’s amount of stress before the meeting, you knew that he had to be a very important potential customer. Therefore, you figured that it would be better if he bit your head off right here and there. You really didn’t want to figure out what Mina would do to you as soon as you were alone apart from your very obvious dismissal. You didn’t even listen to all the mean words that he spit out anymore, imagining all the ways that your boss could kill you until a sudden loud noise caused you to flinch. Mina had suddenly leaped to her feet while slamming her hands on the table, causing everyone to become dead-quiet. She was quivering in anger and you gulped thickly.

“Out.”

Mina growled and you felt tears starting to pool in your eyes. You really needed this job.

You contemplated whether you should fall to your knees and beg for mercy, but before you could come to a conclusion, Mina spoke up again.

“I said out! The deal is off the table. My company doesn’t make deals with petty tyrants like you.”

She yelled causing the jaws of everyone in the table to drop. Perplexed you looked between the two CEOs, trying to process what you had just heard. Was she just in the process of kicking out one of her most important customers?

“Excuse me?”

The manager stuttered, probably hoping that this was just a misunderstanding.

“Out.”

Mina’s order did absolutely leave no room for interpretation and by now, even the last person in the room understood that this business deal had just headed south.

Indignantly, the “petty tyrant” scoffed while looking at the other men in the room in disbelief.

“Very well. But don’t think that these ties can ever be mended. I’m going to make sure that you’re going to regret this.”

He snorted before gesturing his minions to leave the conference room with him.

At a blow, the room was empty except for Mina and you but even then, you couldn’t process what had just happened. Did you faint after you spilled the coffee, and this was just a dream? The woman who had tormented you for the past week couldn’t have quite possibly defended you by ending this highly lucrative business relation. But then again, this wouldn’t have been the first time that she defended you. A headache started to form in your temples due to the changes of mind of this woman. Just when you thought that she liked you, she did everything in her power to prove you wrong. But now you weren’t so sure anymore?

Helplessly, you looked at Mina who was still supporting herself on the table while her chest rose and sunk quickly. You wanted to do something to make all of this better, but you didn’t know what words would be appropriate in such a situation. An apology? A thank you? Therefore, you simply kept staring at her wordlessly until she broke the silence.

“This is all your fault.”

She hissed angrily before shooting you a death glare and causing you to gulp thickly.

“This was a million-dollar deal. Damn it.”

She swept the portfolio off the table, causing you to flinch when it hit the wall loudly.

Obviously, an apology was appropriate.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You stuttered, making Mina scoff.

“Oh thank you, that makes everything better.”

She exclaimed cynically and you looked to the floor in shame. It seemed like you were losing your job after all.

“Of course not. I’m sorry, I will get my stuff.”

You mumbled before rushing to the door, just wanting to get out of there before you had to listen to another scolding.

But before you could push down the door handle, a sudden force pulled on your wrist and spun you around. Not having expected to be held back, you helplessly stumbled forward until you bumped into Mina who suddenly grabbed your neck to crash her lips into yours. The sensation caused your body to freeze and you stood there motionlessly, needing a while to process what was happening. As soon as Mina’s tongue slid over your bottom lip though, you snapped back into reality and finally reciprocated the kiss. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of her soft lips while granting her access to your mouth.

It seemed like Mina was putting ages of pent up emotions into the kiss, although the way that she cupped your face couldn’t be gentler. The feeling was overwhelming and your hands automatically moved to her hips to pull her closer as you felt an incredible urge to have her as close as possible to you. With every second that your lips were connected, you forgot more and more about your surroundings and everything that had happened until you were completely drunk of Mina’s taste. Only when she pulled away eventually, you remembered your need to breathe and gasped for air while slowly opening your eyes.

Mina looked at you with the same unreadable expression in her eyes that you knew too well by now. She didn’t make a move to disconnect your bodies though wherefore you kept your hands on her hips. For a while, she simply kept looking into your eyes until she rested her forehead against yours and sighed silently.

“What am I supposed to do with you? You drive me crazy.”

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[desire-tenderness]

𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

{This is a fanfic dreamed and desired. All I write about is my feelings, sensations and desires.  TEXT BY: L.M} Day 1 - Embark on the dazzle. October 9, 2023, Monday. I am exhausted, the recording will begin on Tuesday at 11 am. I think I slept only 3 hours and 20 minutes or I’m just kicking it out loud. This was a very tiring trip I confess. Maybe because it was almost a change of two months and a week. On the bright side, the production has provided a nice apartment for me to live in. My new home is beautiful and comfortable, one block away from Crescent Street, here in Montreal - Canada. Honestly, I can’t believe I’m finally having the opportunity to work with Xavier Dolan, I left my family in Brazil to embark on this dream, I already miss them. I should tell you that I have no idea of the cast that will be on this project, but the script looks fabulous. Before I embarked on this opportunity, I realized a portion of the dream. I and 7 other members of the team dined with Dolan last Thursday, debated the first decupagents and agendas. We had already read the script before the meeting, is it a low-budget experimental drama, and honestly? I lost my breath. I’m not in the position of art director I’ve always dreamed of, but I’m in the position where I have full knowledge and experience. Curious, I am not trembling with nerves, I am completely at peace with this realization. However, very anxious. We’re less than two hours away from reuniting in Saint-Laurent with the cast of "A race by Joseph". [.... ] - Less than two hours later. Okay, I’m about to get my guts out from all the nerves. I’ve heard of some names on the list of actors, including Troye Sivan, Vincent Cassel, and Louise Coldefy. The team is sensational and fucking, Xavier is like a master for me. I need to make these days my best college. I’m at home/rental number six, it’s wonderful. I can see two cars coming through the window, and "God bless me so that Suzanne Clément is in this cast" [Spoiler, I wasn’t, I had to accept], I think I’m going to have an anxiety attack, I need to splash water on my face. I lost count of how many times I filled my hands with water and threw it in my face, I needed to understand that I was really living this moment. I came out of the bathroom apprehensive. Céline handed me a cup of tea mix of Sage, Eucalyptus, Lemon Peel and said "Hey, relax, I’ll see you in the living room.. ah, one more thing, don’t freak out". I feel a chill creeping all over my body as I walk through the door frame. Everyone was waiting for me in the room so we could debate the first two weeks of the recording. I could feel my legs swaying to the point of not having enough sustenance to stand. Timothée Chalamet was sitting on the arm of Dolan’s armchair in silence, reading what would be the 4°page of some document. Quickly he gets up and presents himself squeezing my hand gently. Silence has taken over the environment, I don’t remember my name. [I remembered! ] It was remarkable how difficult he was to pronounce it, it made it all very comical, in seconds we were all laughing. At that time, other cast members performed, but my thoughts were so far away that I don’t know if I missed any important information. [Damn, how many questions are going through my head right now? I don’t even have control over them. Stop! Focus, your future depends on this delivery. ]

[.... ] With the passing of the hours I was reasonably more relaxed and with an unparalleled feeling of gratitude for what was happening to me. We discussed the script, much of it together, the day was very productive. I kept looking at him, he’s so funny and authentic, I feel comfortable now. Obviously we wouldn’t be friends, he wouldn’t notice an assistant director [even though I’m the director’s right-hand man]. The team will be dining with the cast soon, it’s 5:47 pm and I haven’t been able to confirm my presence at this dinner. What’s my problem?! Celine: You’ll go, right? We’ll go home together and unpack. Me: Oh Céli, I don’t think I will. I have a lot to pack, tomorrow starts the recordings and I want to do everything right. Celine: No, you are not going to organize things by yourself. Nor has dinner there in the house, let’s eat please, I’m starving. Think you need to catch up! Me: Relax Celi, I’ll do things in my time, have a wine while I cook something and sleep early. Look, Wednesday we won’t record.. We can go downtown and get a quick look at the city, what do you think? Celine: You’re hopeless. Well, I’ll tell you about it. Arriving at the apartment I opened all the windows, and went to cook thinking about what the following days would be like. I decided then that I should not intensify anything, it could disrupt me at work and I can’t let my impulsive Aryan side get out of hand. I decided to go to the disco and see what the last song the host of the apartment heard. Well, did you start playing Nick Drake’s Pink Moon and honestly? I can’t let the pink moon get me. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life, it’s as fascinating as on screens or in photographs. [Stop! Concentrate. ] [...] 00:01 am The wine bottle is 98% empty now. I have not yet fallen asleep and Celine is already in her 8th deepest sleep. I need to sleep. She said that they were so energized, that the team’s relationship is great and that she ate a delicious Poutine, I found it very courageous for those who will spend the whole day recording tomorrow.  [I’m laughing alone while imagining a disaster] I will sleep and tomorrow will be the first day of my life. I swear I was born now and suddenly everything changed. Things will be built from now on. Timothée Chalamet? I hear you’re a good actor, I don’t know you. Good night and see you soon.

Part 2

Day 50 - And I’m probably happy, could it be different? November 27, 2023, Friday. There are times I do not write in this "virtual diary", my days are super busy. Today we finish the work a little earlier, we finish the movie! I think it’s 4:00 now. Right, and why did I come back to write? Well, I wanted to forget the feeling that took me completely 50 days ago. But today something has happened that does not allow me to escape any feeling that exists here. Louise is severely ill, Christ! We’re at the end of the shoot, she’s Timothée’s date, missing four takes of a kiss between them for her last acting scene. Dolan needed two different angles and he didn’t have a voice voice available so suddenly. Louise and I have very similar hair and what I feared went through Dolan’s mind. "Be the Double" he said. Yeah, Chalamet and I kissed today, and, hell, there was no professionalism on my part or for a millisecond, I feel terrible! I felt like I had been thrown out of a plane and I was in a free fall. My heart had never accelerated so much. My fantasy almost made me believe that one of the butterflies in my stomach was coming out of my mouth 1 minute later. Holy shit! [What if it was not reciprocal? Of course it was not, silly! We are friends. ] I’m so pissed about it, I’ll tell them why.

All these days I’ve really become friends with Timothée, can you believe it? I’ve always been very afraid to talk to him because he doesn’t find me interesting enough. But we have an unusual tune. We had a lot of coffee together, a lot of claquettes I hit due to recording mistakes, we went out with the guys several times, even "alone" and that’s okay, we talked about Brazil and he made sure to go there anytime, I even smoked one of his cigarettes, even hating cigarettes. We were talking about how funny Vincent is and how amazing he is, and we were talking about how they were both working for the first time with Xavier Dolan. We laughed at stupid things until the belly hurt and even bet race in the parking lot next to the location. [He won, of course, has huge legs].

One day we were together cutting fruit for the rest of the team on the set as we talked about Georges de La Tour, "That ordinary painter" I said, and he gave a delicious laugh. He’s much simpler than I thought he could be, carries an admirable humility. And I swear, it was fine, because I was fascinated by that friendship and I could feel that it would last for many years. I’ve learned to deal with your stunning beauty. I liked the way he accepted me and had fun with me. He didn’t think I was silly. I was working for a salary and a bright future, and suddenly I felt I had won the lottery until that moment after the kiss. I feel like I’m failing at my resolve. To finish screwing with my mind, Celine told me something that made me much more sensitive about a feeling that, I swear, once again, I had managed to forget. Although I often fantasized that a mood was going on, I knew it was impossible. He definitely sees me as the cool girl makes him laugh and that he can truly trust. Celine: Look. I, for recklessness, overheard Timothée talking to Troye about you. I did not hear enough but I must say that your tone of voice was of pure indignation... Troye said, "She’s the kind of girl you want so much, you feel sorry for". Me: God damn it, did he hate my kiss?! I’m going to die, Celine! Troye clearly should be making fun of the situation. Who am I supposed to show up at Dolan’s tomorrow for dinner? Celine: Calm friend, you are traveling.. I have noticed things and I will not open my mouth. Everything will be fine, seriously.. kiss the chalamet? How can you be angry about that? [laughed] By the way, tomorrow after dinner, I’ve arranged to spend the night at Julie’s, do you want to go? Me: Oh.. I’m not in the mood to hear Julie talk all night about the new vegan recipes, sorry, pal. Celine: Okay.. I won’t bring you nice things. [My phone vibrated. I was reluctant to look, but it could be work.. ] Text Msg Timothée: I hope you’re okay, you seemed strange going away. Want to talk? By the way, you did well in tonight’s performance, you should try harder. Me: Says my angel, how are you? I am well, of course I am. [laughs nervously and it was noticeable] I was just nervous to have to act for Dolan and know that I will see myself on a movie screen, even if at closed angles. By the way, Mr. Chalamet, thank you very much. I have the seal of approval that interests me hahah Msg of text Timothée: I like it. See you tomorrow? Me: Yes, of course, until tomorrow! Msg of text Timothée: [video uploaded]

Part 3

Day 51 - Ecstasy, landscape of the soul. November 29th, 2023, Sunday morning. I don’t know how to write about how last night went.. I was upset, but I remember everything. I won’t be able to keep this journal after that I’ll tell. We were all gathered at Dolan’s house, drinking and laughing a lot, toasting to finish this incredible project. I already felt completely dizzy and with the warm body, things kept spinning in my head, it was so beautiful. He wore a leather jacket over the green sweatshirt, had a golf cap (Odd Future) hanging on one of the pants straps where his belt was, the black jeans almost on his knee and a red vans, and that hair.. that hair! It’s like a restless ocean. I was wishing to walk across the room and kiss him again with all the intensity that belongs to me, he would like it this time. My body was on fire, suddenly I was frozen, it’s coming toward me. I knew I could spoil any conversation by being totally random and awkward, I was dying of shame in advance. Timothée: Are you happy? Me: Sure, congratulations! You did a great job, I’m very proud of all of you. Timothée: Thank you, but none of this would have been the same if you weren’t on the team, right? Me: Right! [Cheers] [Silence] Timothée: What are you thinking right now? Me: Who you are, Where you’re from, don’t care what you Did as long as you love me..[I started singing As Long As You Love Me by the Backstreet Boys, really?] Timothée: Oh my God! [He laughed almost for the world to hear]. Are you going to Julie’s with Céline? There’s going to be a vegan class. I’d like a pizza, okay? Me: Look.. I also wanted a pizza instead of vegan food.. But I’m getting dizzy and I think I’m gonna go home and do my drunken show in the shower. Timothée: Ah.. Right, you’re dizzy, but you still know how many fingers you have here? [He did an 8 with his fingers] Me: Yes, of course. I’m fine, man, I’m weak but not that weak. Give me a skateboard there! [I screamed, and they didn’t take me seriously] Timothée: So.. we can go for a coffee to break the alcohol and fill the stomach with a piece of pizza, what do you think? Me: Wooah! Come on, send world pizza! [I couldn’t say no, I was completely taken. ]     We got to what used to be a kind of blinker-light coffee, it had a super-hot vibe. We sat down and made the request, we laughed drunk and said nothing that made sense, I felt our friendship alive again. However, the silence and the exchange of looks came, so we could hear the music that played in the background. It was "And I Love Her" by the Beatles”. Suddenly he began to sing. Timothée: "She gives me Everything and Tenderly. The Kiss my Lover brings, she brings to me and I love her." Me: Yeah.. beautiful music. You sing over and over again better than me. When did you start playing music? [My hands started sweating] Timothée: [he laughed] Are you all right? Me: Timmy. .ah.. I think I’m going home to take another shower, rest and call my family, I don’t know. Timothée: Okay, I’ll accompany you, I can’t let you go back alone so late. Me: You don’t need my angel. I’m a ninja! [I made the shameful gesture of a martial coup and tripped. The truth is I wanted him to insist] Timothée: Without that [laughed] let’s go!

We got to the apartment, he came up with me and put his coat on the couch. I offered him water, am I pathetic? He said he did not want to, but that if possible, he would like to stay. I felt as if we were talking by telepathy, I am not crazy. He feels the same. I said he could stay, even super apprehensive. I took two cigarettes from Kumbaya that I made on Tuesday and shouted from the room "let’s get some air on the balcony while we smoke!?". Upon returning to the room, he had put Cigarettes after sex to play, silently. Nothing but the music. Breaths. Another dose of silence. My body pumped blood with so much speed, [says something] I thought. He touched my right hand and looked at me. Those green eyes made me feel warm inside as never before. I got up the courage to pull him to the balcony that led to the fire escape. The sky was beautiful and the wind touching our faces was like a sky giveaway, I needed that fresh night air. Timothée: Do you need me to say it? I can say it. Me: I know what you’re going to say and I’m terrified. You want me too. Timothée: I want to. You make me feel good. I feel my presence truly when I share a moment with you. "Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m going to feel in my life. And from now on, I won’t feel anything new. " Me: I promise that one day I will feel that everything is right. but it feels so wrong. Man, I feel like I’m living a fanfic, and I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and none of this ever happened, or worse, if it’s real, our friendship being compromised by what’s possibly going to happen here. He put his hands on my face, kissed my forehead. Timothée: The heart is not like a box that fills, L. It expands in size, the more you love someone. I’m different from you. It doesn’t make me love you any less. It actually makes me love you more. I want you. Me: Right.. We are here only briefly, and at this moment I want to allow myself joy. I want that, Timothée. And I promise that one day I will feel like everything is fine. He lovingly bowed to touch his lips to mine. Feeling those soft lips against mine, it was almost like an apocalyptic sensation, the world could end right there, would have no problem. We kissed as we entered through the large window of the room, the first pieces of clothing filling the lonely floor of the room. The music Sunsetz conducted our intimate dance. The words "you have to do the right thing, do the right thing" started to disappear from my head.

I feel overflowing out of the body, sensitive, I am under the effect of exaltation, very intense feelings of joy, pleasure, admiration, reverent awe... Timothée. I truly love him. We are lying on the living room floor, apparently wrapped in a curtain that has been disastrously removed. Timothée, his breath is hot, the sound coming out of his mouth shivers my body. We were like the painting of Egon Schiele - Gli Amanti (L'Abbraccio).

Blackout. Light. The voice of an angel reaches my ear. My eyes open. He looked at me in silence, I could smell his mildly sweet citrus smell all over the room. Its aroma stimulates my sensations. Timothée: I’ll make you a cup of coffee. I’ll be careful with the amount of sugar, it’ll be just the way you like it. Keep lying down, angel. Geez, what happens now? I don’t know, he doesn’t know, you don’t know. Anyway, I feel complete.

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[sweeethinny]

DUDE WHATTT!!!! I just read ur jilly reacting to hinny first kisss. Dude it was amazingg. But imagine if jilly were alive and James finding out that his daughter in law got a contract to be a professional quidditch player. HE WOULD FREAK. If u have the time pleaseee write thisss.

OMG thank yooou, i love Jily so much, and i love write them alive!

i hope you liked <3

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It was early August when the Potter decided that they needed to take a vacation, James claimed that it had been so busy years and that they almost never took advantage of the Boat he bought almost five years ago, when he started to take an interest in the subject and see various programs who were dedicated to naval practice

"Does your dad really think he can do it?" Ginny asked as soon as she finished closing her bags, smiling at Harry lying on her bed, sprawled as he waited, arms crossed behind his head and following her with his eyes

''He found a pilot. After my mother convinced him, of course, that he would hardly know how to fly a boat just by watching TV shows''

The two had been dating for a while, since the end of Harry's fifth year, and Ginny had been practically adopted by the Potter family, who included her in absolutely every outing, dinner and any celebration.

Lily and she spent hours talking in the greenhouses, sometimes the mother-in-law said about how the studies she had been doing had been improving and giving results, and that it would not be long before the patients who  wounds caused by curses, finally healed. Sometimes they just talked about trivial things, like the gift Harry had bought her, or some gossip they heard.

James was also a big fan, Ginny suspected even more than Harry, hers. They flew and played almost every vacation, and the father-in-law made sure to include her in everything related to Quidditch, always reminding her how good Ginny was.

"Even more than I was, and I was considered one of the best of that time"

So traveling with the Potter was not something new, but traveling with them in the same week that might or might not arrive at the letter that would tell she about the final decision on her contract with the Harpies was too much.

''You'll be accepted, I don't know why you're so nervous'' The two of them had just stepped into the Mansion - even though Harry insisted it wasn't one - and Ginny could barely count the anxiety that was eating at her bones, rhythmically tapping her fingers against the thigh and trembling feet when sitting

''Because everything can go wrong. If they think not ...''

''..They liked you'' Harry stated, squeezing her shoulders and forcing her to stop ''Everything will be fine''

Then, the four embarked for the trip to the port, Lily drove spectacularly well, laughing and having fun with the songs that played on the radio, pretending not to notice how restless her daughter-in-law was, who spent more time looking out the window than playing along with James.

''I think all of this will be good .. We need time out of communication. Of course owls can still find us, but only the most important matters'' Lily smiled in the rearview mirror, winking at the redhead in the back seat.

As soon as they arrived on the boat - named Euphemia, in honor of James' late mother - Ginny thought she would throw up right there, before they started moving through the calm, clean waters. The fear of being rejected and not being able to join any team, made her lose sleep and become more and more anxious, which made Harry worried and spent the nights by her side, talking and telling stories that she had already heard but who asked again just to distract her mind and laugh at  boyfriend.

When they started the real boat trip, she felt calmer.

The island they were going to stay on was wonderful, with clear, calm waters, and a sun that made Ginny have to wear sunscreen every hour. But it was totally worth it.

The boat ride was also magnificent, with all that wind in her face, the feeling of freedom and happiness that made her forget the tests she had done six months ago, and the most beautiful landscape she had ever seen in her life.

''I said, Lils, buying that boat was the best way to invest the money '' James said as they prepared to jump into the water, with Muggle equipment needed so they could dive deeper and deeper into the water kingdom who lived there (the pilot would never let them jump with only they bathing suits on, and Lily forbade them to bewitch the poor boy so they could use magic)

"Do you feel better?" Harry asked her as soon as they sat down to lunch, the sun at the top of the sky and the birds singing everywhere; the table was full of light, delicious foods that would not make them throw up as soon as the boat started up again, and Ginny almost moaned when she tasted the salad that Lily made with mango and pineapple.

"Yep’’ And it was true.

[...]

On Sunday morning, Ginny almost jumped out of bed when an owl hit her and Harry's bedroom window. The boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, too tired from the past few days, much more tan than he had a week ago, and looking even more handsome. Already she had a beautiful burnt shoulders, in addition to the red cheeks that her boyfriend said made she look like a cute child.

“Mrs. Wealey.

It is with great pleasure that we inform you that Holyhead Harpies is honored to announce that Ginevra Molly Weasley, 18, is officially part of the team, and that, if she agrees, the new member should pass by the Human Relations office without fail for effect the hiring until Tuesday, 08 of 1999 ...... ''

They accepted her

''Gin?''

''I came in'' She was still gaping at the letter ''I came in Harry'' And then her realized, dropping the long letter with all the rules and terms, she started jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear '’I was accepetd’’

After the celebrations with Harry, which were based on many congratulations from him, and sex, the two left the room. The in-laws were in the kitchen, James seasoning the fish they had caught the night before, while Lily prepared a dessert pie. Ginny had always thought that the fact that her boyfriend was an incurable romantic came from having parents like that.

Molly and Arthur were in love with each other, there was no doubt, but Ginny always admired the way James treated Lily, always zealous, making sure she had everything she needed around her, paying attention whenever she started talking, as if Lily was the only person in the world.

''Urgh, you guys give me a toothache'' Harry kissed his mother's head as soon as she noticed them both, smearing his finger with stuffing and licking it, and running when Lily tried to hit him with a wet towel for touching the food

''How are you? I saw that an owl arrived earlier today ... any problem?'' James asked, without looking at any of them, focusing on the knife he used to clean the animal in front of him

''A letter from the Harpies arrived'' And as if Ginny said she had won the lottery, her in-laws turned to look at her, eyes wide.

''And ...?'' James looked more anxious than Harry, when she told him that she had entered

''You are talking to the newest player, reserve, from the Holyhead Harpies team'' She could barely contain her smile, almost jumping with joy again. Saying it out loud made everything more and more real.

''Oh Merlin! Ginny this is amazing!'' Before Lily arrived at the daughter-in-law, James ran over her, passing in front and hugging the girl with all enthusiasm

''I knew you could do it, I knew it! I told Sirius, you play so well! Jones would be being blind if she didn't accept you on the team. Oh dear, have you told your parents yet? Harry, we need to have a party when we get back! We will all wear green, in her honor'' He spoke without stopping, looking at her with happiness ''Now I will have to cheer for the Harpies, I cannot be against my daughter-in-law'' Ginny knew she was red, but it was impossible to try to hide enthusiasm when James was like that ''I knew, since Harry told us that you had learned to fly alone, I said that you would still play professionally ... Oh Merlin, we need to celebrate''

''James dear, don't choke her'' Lily pushed her husband away, and Ginny could see that she and Harry were laughing, looking amused by the moment ''I'm so happy, I saw you were nervous earlier, but I didn't want to meddle ... You will look so beautiful in green''

After the hugs, James decided that they shouldn't spend time cooking, and that he certainly wasn't seasoning that fish properly, so they went out to eat, in a restaurant not far away.

''Your father looks happier than me'' She whispered to her boyfriend when they got home and saw that, somehow, they had ordered a cake decorated in Harpy colors and with her name on top

''He loves you a lot more than he loves me .. You had to see it when I told him I asked you to date''

''I think he'll fall back when we have a son'' Harry laughed, kissing her head and nodding

''You know, you're the daughter he never had ... I don't doubt that he would trade me for you. For free'' James came back from the kitchen, Lily and him seeming to discuss what the best drink for the celebration, if wine, beer or Champagne

"To Ginny! The future star of the Holyhead Harpies'' They toasted - each with a chosen drink.

And Ginny was happy that, on that rainy afternoon in her fourth year, she was in detention with Harry. Because she would certainly never find a second family better than that.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Chapter 3

I smiled as I looked at Robert. He looked so hopeful and I realized I was quickly falling for him. 

“Yes you get a second date.” I said softly. Robert grinned as he lifted my hand closer to his face. He gently kissed my knuckles before pulling me close and into a tight hug. I grinned madly as I hugged him back. 

“I had so much fun tonight.” Robert whispered. “More fun than I’ve had in awhile. Thank you.” I sighed happily as I relaxed more into the hug. Robert pulled away slowly before smiling at me. “How’s tomorrow after work?” I nodded and laughed. 

“As long as you don’t ask me to leave early again.” I teased. Robert smirked and took a step forward, blocking me between him and my car. His hand rested on the car door. 

“Take tomorrow off.” Robert’s voice dropped. My eyes widened. 

“Are you serious?” I gasped. Robert nodded as he took another step towards me. 

“I’ll pay your salary.” He reached up and cupped my cheek. I leaned into his touch slightly and bit my lip. “No wait that makes it sound illegal.” He chuckled. I nodded as he started to rub my cheekbone gently. “I’ll buy whatever you want. Even if it goes over what I pay you to work here.” I reached out and put my arms around Robert’s waist. His eyebrow raised. 

“You’re really serious about this.” I said with conviction. Robert nodded. “Ok then. I’ll take tomorrow off.” I smiled as Robert reached up to brush some hair back. 

“I’ll text you where to meet me.” He said before leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).” Robert pulled back and walked over to his car before backing up and tearing out of the parking lot. I sloughed against my car, grabbing the car door to keep myself from falling to the ground. When I had finally collected myself, I got in my car and drove home. I got ready for bed before plugging in my phone and smiling at the thought of seeing Robert again tomorrow. I decided to text him before going to bed. 

‘I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.’ I hit send and settled into bed. I watched as the little dots appeared before being replaced by his message. 

‘I can’t wait either.’ I smiled before typing out my response. 

‘Anything in particular I should wear?’ I put my phone on my nightstand before turning out the light and settling back down. I reached for my phone as Robert’s text came through.

‘Just dress like you would if you were going to the mall.’ I started to type out my next message when Robert sent another. ‘You might want to bring a bathing suit. I managed to get an agreement with the soon to be ex Mrs. California to have the house for the weekend.’ I giggled at the eye roll emoji he used before adding to my original message. 

‘Sounds like a plan. I know just what I’m going to wear. Wait...you have a pool?’ After sending the message I opened my notes and wrote down what I would need to take to Robert’s as I no longer knew what to expect. I also set my alarm for a little later as I did not need to go into work. 

‘Yes I do. Well did.’ I smiled as I imagined Robert’s reaction to my text. ‘You better get some rest (Y/N). I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night x’ 

‘Good night Robert x’ I sent before putting my phone back down and settling in for the night. I drifted off with a smile on my face. I woke up to my phone ringing. Blinking at the bright light, I groaned at the time before answering it. 

“Hello?” I asked groggily. I rubbed my eyes before flopping on my back. 

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Jim asked. I sighed as I looked at the time again. 

“Robert gave me the day off. I was sleeping.” I groaned. I heard Jim chuckle. This wasn’t the first time he had woken me up on one of my days off. “Please tell me that you don’t need me to come in.” I heard murmuring on the other end.

“No. You don’t need to come in. I think we all know why Robert wanted to give you the day off.” Jim sighed. “Andy was just a little concerned. We figured that since the warehouse crew quit…” I cut off Jim. 

“Wait what do you mean the warehouse crew quit?” I asked, shocked. “Why did they do that?” I sat up quickly. 

“They won the lotto.” I heard Pam answer. “You’re on speaker by the way.” I rolled my eyes at the obvious. 

“No I didn’t quit. I have a reason I’m not there and no it isn’t what you think Jim.” I explained. I heard a couple chuckles on the other end. 

“It’s ok (Y/N). You can tell us.” Meredith’s voice carried over the line. I rubbed my forehead, urging the oncoming headache to stop before it started. “We won’t tell anyone.” There were groans of protest from everyone before Meredith walked off in a huff. 

“So what’s it come to? What did they each win?” I asked as I layed back again. 

“Oh man, it’s gotta be over a hundred thousand dollars.” Jim said. 

“Awesome.” Pam and I said at the same time. 

“Before taxes.” Dwight informed us. 

“That’s still a lot of money.” Phyllis reminded everyone. 

“What really interests me is the group dynamic of six people winning the lottery.” Oscar said. “This will not end well. Right?” 

“Yeah.” Everyone agreed with him. 

“We’re looking at at least one suicide and one weird sex thing.” Meredith chimed back in. 

“At least.” I said. “Well before everyone starts fantasizing about what they would do with that much money, I’m going to try to get some more sleep before starting my day. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I hung up my phone and checked the time again. Realizing my alarm would go off soon anyway I turned it off and got out of bed. I sent a quick text to Robert before jumping in the shower. I went as fast as I could and walked back into my bedroom wearing only a towel. I checked my phone and smiled at Robert’s text. 

‘Morning sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you later today.’ I wrote down the address he sent in a separate text before replying. 

‘I can’t wait either. Although are you sure that you don’t have to deal with the warehouse crew quitting?’ While I waited for his response, I pulled out my bathing suit to pack for later. I looked through my closet for the perfect outfit to wear. Nothing seemed to catch my attention until I reached the black ripped skinny jeans in the back of my closet. I smiled as I pulled them out and looked for a shirt to go with them. A text distracted me from my pursuit. 

‘What do you mean the warehouse crew quit?’ I rolled my eyes. Of course everyone at the office would keep it to themselves about the little set back. 

‘Jim called me this morning to see if I was a part of the group that won the lottery yesterday. Apparently the warehouse crew won and decided they didn’t need to work at Dunder Mifflin anymore.’ I quickly filled him in before going back to my search for the perfect shirt. I found it and pulled it out. I was halfway through getting ready when Robert texted me again. 

‘There. Andy is in charge of it. Problem solved.’ I laughed and decided to call him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice drifted over my speaker as I finished getting ready. 

“You kept distracting me from getting ready. So I solved the problem.” I laughed. Robert’s laugh joined mine and I couldn’t stop the smile that was growing. I put my phone in my back pocket and returned to the closet to pull out some shoes. 

“You’re the one who was asking me about work.” Robert teased. 

“I know. I know.” I conceded. “I just wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t have to go in when we are supposed to be enjoying ourselves.” There was silence on the other end and I pulled my phone out of my pocket to make sure that I hadn’t accidentally ended the call. I hadn’t. “Robert?” I asked when there was still no response. 

“You still want to spend the whole day with me in my soon to be ex-wife’s house?” Robert finally said. “Uninterrupted?” I bit back my giggle, knowing it wouldn’t be helpful in this situation. 

“Yes Robert.” I said calmly. “I’ve been looking forward to it actually.” I heard him sigh with relief on the other end. 

“How soon can you get here?” he asked. I could hear the tension in his voice. 

“I can leave in ten minutes.” I said as I quickly pulled out a pair of combat boots and laced them up. “Are you there already?” I heard a muffled voice on the other end before Robert sighed again. 

“Unfortunately.” He muttered. “As much as it pains me I have to go sweetheart. I will see you soon.” I bit my lip as Robert ended the call. I assumed the muffled voice was his soon to be ex-wife and couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy that was bubbling up. 

“It’s probably just so he can get the keys.” I murmured to myself as I finished packing my bag. I thought about packing a change of clothes just in case. I shook my head and zipped up the bag. Looking around the room, I pocketed my phone and headed to the front door. I picked up my keys before turning around and walking back into my room. I grumbled as I grabbed another shirt and pair of jeans from the closet and threw them in my bag along with my charger. Zipping it up and shouldering it, I made my way out the front door. I eagerly got into my car and put the address that Robert had given me into the GPS. The entire ride over, I was smiling with excitement as I got out of my car even though there was still a shred of jealousy swimming around in my head. I knocked on the door and bit my lip as I waited. The door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Hi!” I said, nerves making my voice shaky. The woman that opened the door raised an eyebrow and turned back towards the inside of the house. 

“Robert! Get your ass over here!” She yelled into the house. I watched as she tapped her nails against the doorframe and I gripped my bag a little tighter. She eyed me as I nervously fidgeted and I gave her a nervous smile. Robert appeared behind her and he gave me a warm smile before turning to look at her. 

“What?” he snarked. I bit my lip as he held out his hand for me. I took it and he pulled me into the house. “I told you I was having a guest. This is my guest.” I tried not to giggle as Robert pulled me into him and wrapped his arm around me. 

“You can’t be serious.” Robert smirked at the woman that was now blocking the door. 

“Oh come on.” He teased. “You’re not jealous are you?” He laughed as he tugged me a little closer. “If you are, that’s just too bad.” He looked her up and down before licking his lips. I kept my eyes on him as the woman who had answered the door scared me. “You made your choice perfectly clear when you chose to bring YOUR date back here the day you knew I would be coming back from Florida.” The woman’s nostrils flared and her face turned red while Robert looked smug. “So if you’d be so kind to leave us the house like you said you would, we have some things to attend to.” Letting go of me, Robert slowly walked towards the woman who kept backing up until she was out of the door. “Good-bye.” He slammed the door in her face before busting up laughing. I smiled at him as he made his way back to me. “That felt so damn good!” he laughed. I shook my head at him. 

“How long have you been waiting to do that?” I giggled as I asked. Robert took my bag and hung it over his shoulder. I took his free hand and let him gently pull me through the house. Robert looked over at me with a big grin. 

“Probably since a month after we got married.” He shrugged. “I’ll never understand what it was about her that I was attracted to. If I’m being honest it was probably the sex but even that lost whatever it was that made it good.” I moved closer and hugged his arm. 

“So why did you stick around so long?” I asked quietly. Robert bit his lip as he pushed a door open and tossed my bag on the bed. He looked down at my arms entwined around his. 

“I’m not entirely sure if I’m being honest.” He murmured. “It was probably because she was one of the few people that would put up with me. Or that she never really judged me.” I squeezed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. “I knew she was sleeping around. Hell I was too.”

“Then why divorce her now?” I asked quietly. Robert turned towards me and gently pulled me over to the bed. Sitting down, he put his hands on my waist. I rested my hands on his shoulders and he looked up at me. 

“Something snapped. The last guy,” Robert shook his head. “She brought him back here and I caught them. It was real all of a sudden. It didn’t help that he was an old partner at the company I left for Dunder Mifflin.” I gently gripped the material on his shoulders. “Thing is, I had somehow known it was going to be him. Not some random guy.. He shrugged. “I guess that is the price I pay for basically doing the same thing when I started with her.” My eyes widened and Robert shook his head. “I’m not doing that with you. Me and her were over before I even laid eyes on you. It just took that one event to push us over the finish line. We were already getting a divorce before I met you.” 

“You said when you got back from Florida.” I said, confusion spilling into my tone. “But I thought,” Robert cut me off. 

“I got back from Florida a week before I met you. I went back down after I arrived at the office and then I came back that day I met you. The divorce was already being worked out before I even arrived at the office.” Robert comforted me. I nodded as he pulled me closer. “(Y/N), I swear it is going to be different between us. No sleeping around. No running around all the time. No cutting you out. If you want to continue this, that is.” I nodded as I wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I want to continue this.” I whispered. Robert smiled up at me. “I believe you. I trust you. And I won’t do any of that to you. Ever.” He pulled me into his lap and I giggled at the action. 

“That is incredibly good to hear.” He said as he rested his head against mine. “Do you want to stay the whole weekend? I realized I never actually asked you that.” I laughed as I started to run my fingers through Robert’s hair. 

“I’m going to have to go back to my house to grab some extra clothes but yeah. I’d love to spend the weekend here with you.” Robert pressed a kiss to my cheek before hugging me tighter. “It just isn’t fair to leave you all alone in this giant house all weekend.” I teased. Robert chuckled before pulling back from me. “It isn’t!” My voice rose slowly as Robert stood up with me in his arms. 

“That’s what you say now.” He teased back as he walked through the house. I saw the backyard through the glass doors. “What about later?” I quickly flung my arms around his neck and held on tightly. 

“Robert!” I cried as he started to laugh. “Don’t you dare!” He smiled at me as he adjusted his grip on me. 

“Dare what?” He chuckled at my reaction as I attempted to move closer to him. 

“At least let me put my bathing suit on!” Robert backed into the door and turned back towards the pool. “Robert, my clothes are going to get all wet!” He laughed as he walked over to the edge of the pool. I tried to maneuver myself so I was on his back instead but Robert’s grip tightened on me. 

“Then I’ll put them in the dryer.” Robert said. I held onto him for dear life. “Do you want me to put you down sweetheart?” 

“Yes!” I exclaimed. Robert started to drop me. “But not in the…” My sentence was cut off by a splash. I surfaced and Robert laughed as I pushed my hair out of my face. “Pool.” Robert doubled over with laughter and I bit the inside of my lip. 

“You should have seen the look on your face.” He gasped out. I bit my lip a little harder before I got an idea. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “You should see the look on yours.” He looked up at me before he was covered in the miniwave that I created with my arm. I laid back in the water and laughed. Robert wiped the excess water off of his face before smiling down at me. Robert shook his head and chuckled. 

“I should have seen that coming.” He shook his head. I moved to the edge of the pool and smiled up at him. 

“Yes you should have.” I giggled. Robert squatted down in front of me and brushed a piece of hair off of my cheek. I smiled at him as I pushed back from the wall and carefully reached below the water to pull off my pants. I successfully removed them and tossed them at Robert. They hit his leg and he looked at me in awe. I took the moment of shock to remove my top and threw it at him as well. I ducked below the water to hide my blush and avoid Robert’s reaction. When I broke the surface, I pushed my hair out of my face. I swallowed when I saw the look on Robert’s face. I bit my lip as I watched him slowly unzip his track jacket and take it off. 

“If that’s how you want to play it.” He deadpanned. I took in what he looked like and nodded. “Alright then.” He smirked and pulled down his pants before jumping into the pool. I stayed where I was and let him come to me. My cheeks grew even redder as he put his hands on my waist. He kept his eyes level with mine. 

“I did not expect you to do that.” I murmured. Robert cocked his head and chewed on the inside of his lip. I noticed he did that a lot when he was thinking. 

“Is this alright?” He asked softly. I put my hands on his shoulders as I nodded. 

“More than alright.” I said. “I just didn’t expect it. Although with you I should expect the unexpected.” Robert chuckled before gently tugging me towards him. I let him pick me up underwater and wrapped my legs around his waist. I smiled as his hands settled on the small of my back. Robert looked at me lovingly and I blushed under his constant gaze. 

“This beats having to deal with the warehouse crew doesn’t it?” He asked. I nodded again as I gently ran my fingers through his slowly curling hair. 

“Yeah.” I said absentmindedly. “It does.” Robert smiled gently at me again before leaning in slowly. I stayed where I was and waited. It was like time stood still as he kissed me for the first time. My fingers stopped moving and remained entangled in his hair as his grip tightened on me. Any nerves I had about spending the rest of the weekend with Robert dissipated when we pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. “That really beats it.” I murmured. Robert smiled and started walking to the wall of the pool.

“I concur.” He said as he sat me on the edge of the pool. I kept my legs wrapped around him and removed my fingers from his hair. We settled into a comfortable silence before I broke it. 

“Will there be more of that this weekend?” I asked, my voice coming out small and hopeful. Robert kissed me gently again before answering. 

“There will definitely be more of that this weekend.” he said, his breath fanning over my lips. I smiled at the feeling. “And even more of it in the coming weeks.” He kissed me again, almost sealing away the promise of something more to come. We stayed out in the pool, making out and enjoying the warmth of the day. When the sun had moved overhead, we got out of the pool and Robert collected our clothes. He moved through the house with ease and I had to remind myself that he had lived here for awhile before moving into his apartment. “Do you have a change of clothes?” Robert asked as he noticed me in the doorway, still wrapped in the towel that he had given me. I shrugged. 

“What if I don’t?” I asked, curious to see what his response would be. He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. Pulling out his suitcase from under the bed, he took out a shirt and a pair of boxers. 

“They’re going to be big but they should work until your clothes are dry at least.” He held them out to me and I gaped at him. “What?” He looked at me confused before trying to put the clothes in my hand. “Don’t you need clothes?” I slowly shook my head and Robert lowered the clothes to the bed. 

“I just wanted to see what you would do.” I said. “I didn’t expect you to give me something to wear out of your own suitcase.” He chuckled and picked at a stray string on the shirt. 

“Well I wasn’t going to give you something of hers.” He motioned behind him to a closet undoubtedly filled with his ex’s clothes. There was a tense silence that settled over us. “I feel like an idiot now.” He said as he finally looked at me. I shook my head and took the clothes. I kissed his cheek and walked into the ensuite bathroom. I stripped out of my undergarments and put on Robert’s clothes. I used the towel to dry my hair some more before walking back out of the bathroom. 

“How do I look?” I asked as I leaned against the doorway. Robert looked over at me before giving me a small smile. He nodded as he took me in and I noticed him biting his lip again. I smiled as I made my way into the room and walked right up to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist before leaning in to kiss him. Robert relaxed into the kiss and let out a small whine as we pulled away. “Thank you.” He nodded slowly. 

“It’s awkward isn’t it?” He asked. I cocked my head. 

“What is?” I asked. Robert looked around the room. 

“Being here instead of my apartment.” He looked back at me. “Or yours.” I shrugged as I ran my hand up his back. 

“A little.” I agreed. “But once we get comfortable around each other like this, it won't be as awkward. It’ll be a little rebellious. Making out in your ex’s house and sleeping in her bed. Swimming in her pool and eating her food.” I shrugged again before giving him a quick kiss. “Sounds like fun to me.” Robert chuckled lowly as he pulled me tighter against him. 

“Sounds like fun to me too darling.” He said before pulling me onto the bed with him. And it was the most fun weekend I had had in a long time.

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“I like the way you dress.”

Akechi looks up from his crossword (one word left, ten letters horizontally) to see Ann waiting for a response.

“What?”

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“I like the way you dress.”

Akechi looks up from his crossword (one word left, ten letters horizontally) to see Ann waiting for a response.

“What?”

“Your outfits are nice,” she clarifies, nodding at his winter attire. “I like how you present yourself, and the colors you pick. You have a knack for clothes, I think.”

“Okay,” he says for lack of a better response. “Why are you telling me that?”

“Because I want to?”

He sets down his crossword. “Why would you want to?”

Ann stares at him. “Because you have good outfits?”

“Yes, we’ve been over that, but you hate me, so why would you want to compliment me?” If this useless back and forth goes on any further, Akechi’s going to pop a vein.

“I can still hate people and compliment them,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “That’s called high school.”

“This,” he gesticulates at the empty interior of Leblanc. “Is us waiting for the rest of the halfwits and Sumire to show up, and that I’ve apparently been granted the unfortunate lottery ticket of spending alone time with you.”

“I think it’s called a blessing, actually,” she grins. “I’m something of a hoot. A rockstar. A Hollywood badass.”

“A nuisance?” he offers, smiling thinly in return.

“Are you always like this or is it because I’m just too pretty?”

“I feel like this is a trick question from how stupid it sounds, but it’s most definitely not the second one, I promise.” Akechi shrugs off his jacket, and moves to grab his crossword puzzle again. “How about you go back to your phone, and we can go back to the delightful silence we had before?”

Her hand slams down on the newspaper. “I knew it.”

Raising an eyebrow, “Are you about to tell me the final answer to this crossword? Because not only do I legally have to say that you seem like you’ve never attempted a mental aptitude test in your life, but because I’m generally against spoilers.”

“You do like fashion!”

Akechi represses a sigh. “What are you on about?”

“Your jacket,” she points at his brown peacoat. “That was on page thirteen of Vague, the July edition predicting sales on which winter apparel for men will take off later that year. That peacoat was rated number one in Japan and ended up being something like a self-fulfilling prophecy by using their earlier predictions and turned it into sales.”

He scoffs. “Okay, sure. Let’s say that I’m an avid follower of fashion.” Akechi leans forward, and his head tilts in mock-concern. “But doesn’t that mean that you rebuked your own statement? Since this was…what was that? ‘Rated number one in Japan?’ Won’t that mean that everyone would be trying to sell this coat? And it could be a complete coincidence that I have this jacket because it can be replicated in every fast-fashion store in downtown Shibuya?” He gasps. “Oh no, looks like you’re wrong about the very field you think you know the most in! How humiliating.”

Ann leans forward, her smile is wide but her eyes are sharp. “Silly me. I guess I forgot to mention a fact about this specific brand, color, and fabric on the very first day of release: it’s near impossible for manufacturers to try and replicate it.” She tilts her head to mimic him. “Humiliation’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

“Maybe, if I had ever experienced it the way you just did,” he replies pleasantly. “‘Near impossible,’ means statistically difficult, but not quite impossible.”

“Very true, but since that brand is on such high demand, they actually have a foolproof method to fight against fake brands. Perhaps they thought it was a good idea to have a small symbol that can be easily overlooked. Let’s say—” she reaches forward and grabs his coat, grin stretching even further when she points at one of the big brown buttons. “Something like a rabbit engraved on top of the first button?”

Akechi raps his fingers on the table. “Perhaps, but if you had done your research, this brand has two foolproof methods: the rabbit, as you annoyingly mentioned, and the code that you can enter in the website to prove its legitimacy. However, as you may have noticed—” he pinches the label near the collar of the peacoat. “No code. Sorry.”

Ann groans, throwing her hands over her face. “Dammit!”

Letting himself cheer internally, he makes sure the condescension is layered thick in his voice. “Not your fault. You tried your best.”

“Yeah…I’m sure you did.” Blue eyes peek from between her fingers. “Too bad you forgot the cute little fact that four years ago they actually put the code inside of the label.”

His shoulders tense.

“Do you mind flipping it for me, Akechi? Actually, no need,” propping her chin on her palm, he probably could have felt her smugness from three blocks away. “Even if there isn’t, I know that you live and breathe fashion as much as I do.” Her expression turns cheery. “Well, almost as much.”

“Congratulations, you beat me in a game you know you’re more knowledgeable in than I am,” he deadpans. “An outstanding feat. Can you let me finish my puzzle now?”

“I should’ve guessed you were a sore loser,” Ann says, ignoring him. “I still remember when Akira beat you in a round of Tycoon. Your face was stuck like—” she scrunches her eyebrows together and morphs her features into a menacing scowl. “For like four hours afterwards, it was great.”

“He only won because his cards were better than mine.”

“Actually, if I’m not mistaken, the cards you drew were basically as good as his, and you still lost.”

“Oh, I see, you’re trying to be funny. Hilarious. I can hardly breathe, please call an ambulance.” He rubs his temples. “I yield. I’m going to ask you this one last time: What do you want? And no games, I beg of you, you’re going to make my head burst.”

“Killjoy,” she sighs, before straightening up. “You know that we hate you.”

“I think I’m aware, yes.”

“And you hate us—”

“But Sumire doesn’t count,” they both say in unison.

“But you not only hate us, but I’m pretty sure you hate, like, everyone else,” she continues, gesticulating with her hands. “Japan, Asia, the world. I’m sure you have some random vendetta with some guy across the Pacific Ocean. He probably breathed too hard and made one of your hairs move two weeks later.”

“Is there a point to your prattling, or…?”

“I’m getting there,” she gives him an accusing look. “So with all that in mind, why does a guy like you, who would get in a boxing ring with just about anyone on the planet, know so much about something like the fashion industry?” Smoothing down his jacket, “Why do you put so much effort in how you dress when it’s so clear that you don’t care what other people think about you?”

“Is that what you think?”

Ann pauses at his tone. “Am I wrong?”

“No. Not necessarily.” She continues to stare at him, unblinking. “Do you ever learn to back down?”

That makes her grin. “Not in this line of work. If you think I’m bad, you should go a few rounds with Ryuji.”

“Sounds like a nightmare.” If information is the price for temporary silence, then he’s willing to pay the price. Even at the cost of prolonging his crossword. “I didn’t care what other people think about me, but I wanted them to see me in a certain light.”

She squints. “What?”

He finds himself fiddling with the edge of his newspaper. “The very first thing people notice about a person is how they present themself. In their hair, their expression, their posture. But above all that, is the clothes that they wear. The shoes on their feet, the jacket on their back, how expensive their watch is. All that information is melded together in an instant. That split second—” he snaps his fingers. “Is all they need to form an opinion of you. To define you, before you can even open your mouth.”

“I don’t care about fashion,” Akechi admits. “But I cared about what it could do for me. I got to have a say in who I am.” His eyes flicker to her. “Done?”

The look Ann gives him is unreadable. “You’re a liar.”

Akechi leans away, taken aback. “Well, yes, of course. I thought we all knew that by now.”

“You do care about what other people think about you, Akechi,” she accuses, realization dawning on her. “‘Want to see you in a certain light,’ my ass—all you’re doing is shuffling around what your words mean to justify your actions through your thick, annoyingly soft-haired skull. You’re right, you don’t care about fashion, because at the end of the day…” Ann shrugs helplessly, and her words are spoken with something like awe and dismay. “All you care about is how people see you.”

A beat passes. “Wanted.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ‘wanted,’” he corrects, unfazed. “Past tense.”

Ann gives him a hard look. “Correcting me on my grammar, now? Real mature.”

“Only because it changes the meaning of everything you just said.” Akechi reaches over to his jacket’s collar, and flips the label to reveal the code. “Thanks to your reminder, you helped me recall something.” He taps at the seemingly randomized set of numbers in front of him. “This lets you know when you bought the coat. What number is this?”

Reluctantly, she peers at what he’s pointing at. “‘10?’” she says quietly. “October?”

“I bought this about a week before my well-deserved beatdown in Shido’s ship,” he clarifies. “So about four months ago from today.”

“Okay? And?” she urges, still confused.

“And this coat is the newest thing I own.”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning…” how strange it was, saying this out loud to another person. “That something between Shido’s ship and now, I stopped caring. About up-to-date fashion, about appearances, and especially stopped giving a damn about other people’s perception of me.”

Ann is silent for a moment. “Was it because of what happened in Shido’s ship?” she asks. There’s no trace of superiority or teasing in her tone—only curiosity.

“Could be,” he answers honestly. “Perhaps I realized that there was no need to uphold a specific personality anymore. Perhaps I was just tired after playing that song and dance for as long as I can remember. Bottom line is: I don’t give a single shit about fashion anymore.”

Her lips quirk up, “Even though you got into a fashion pissing contest not five minutes ago?”

“That’s different. I love to win.”

“I can tell,” she breathes out a laugh. After a moment, a thoughtful expression clouds her features. “Can I say something?”

“If I actually had a say in that, we wouldn’t have had this conversation at all.”

“How would you, Akechi Goro, feel about trying to get back into fashion?”

For once, Akechi looks surprised. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

Her hands drum on the table eagerly. “Just hear me out. You don’t care about fashion because it sort of, kind of, maybe represents how much you tried to be someone you’re not, which hey, I get that, super relatable, and it’s great that you don’t care about that anymore. But—and give me a chance here—” Ann grins. “Wouldn’t it be more interesting if you wore clothes that you wanted to wear?”

She shifts in her seat, excitement radiating off of her. It’s difficult to watch. “I’ve been studying fashion ever since I could understand the color wheel, and if there’s one thing I learned is that fashion is power. If you make it your own, then,” Ann shrugs. “All the more power to you, right?”

Akechi is struck with silence, and is saved from having to reply when the door to Leblanc swings wide open. An entourage of loud teenagers steamroll into the cafe, all brushing off various amounts of snow from themselves.

“Took you long enough!” Ann yells over her shoulder.

“Sorry for the delay,” Haru answers. She raises her hand to reveal a full plastic bag. “But we got snacks!”

“Takoyaki?”

“Pork kebab.”

She makes a face. “Stop indulging Ryuji!”

“Mm, literally impossible,” Akira replies, combing the snow out of Futaba’s hair.

Akechi sinks back into the booth, waiting for Sumire to walk in and prance by his side, when Ann turns back to him. “By the way, I think it’s ‘asymmetrical.’”

“What is?”

“The last word on your puzzle,” she nods down at his crossword. “‘With two halves, sides, or parts that are not exactly the same in shape or size.’ I read it while I was grabbing your coat.”

“Oh.” He reluctantly scribbles down the answer, lacking the usual enjoyment he gets from finishing a crossword. “…Thanks.”

Somehow, she’s still not done talking. “I heard Akira went shopping with Sumire last week. She came back with the cutest dress I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I’m aware.” He’s pretty sure he’s compiled enough for a slideshow of it by now, given how many pictures of it Sumire’s sent to him.

She hesitates, before seeming to steel herself. “Wanna go shopping tomorrow?”

Akechi blinks. Twice. He’s about to open his mouth to say no as rudely as possible, when he lets his eyes wander the cramped coffee shop. All of them are in clothes that scream their personality, even if it clashes or has horrible style (he can barely look at Ryuji’s winter outfit without cringing).

But, as terrible as some of them may look, all of them seem content to be in the clothes that they chose.

“Maybe.”

Ann’s smile is bright and genuine. “I can work with a maybe.”

#platonic anngoro #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #ann takamaki #goro akechi #fic #mine #fic tag #p5 #this is such a niche fic #i feel like the more fic i write for persona 5 #the more niche it is #i think i wrote this fic out of spite but thats usually how i write my fics anyway hehe #asymmetric styling #ann goro

[reinekes-fox]

@varart​

Some dramatic writing for my MC, and an aesthetic under the cut.

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They needed a distraction and as soon as he saw the pole he knew what he would need to do. They didn’t need two agents after all, surely Atin would be fine without him. A part of him didn’t like it, remembering the stares that made him feel both desired and dirty. He could turn people heads by just undressing, a talent -at least that’s what he liked to call it... it sounded better to him than stripping- that he never thought he would have to use ever again. The other part almost looked forward to it, to this exercise that showed him he was able to perfectly control his body and movements, to make it look effortless and almost ethereal. He made his way over to the platform, Quinn the one to gently stop him while Atin just looked at him confused. Off course Quinn would be the first to understand his intention. For a moment he seemed almost scared but that had to be a trick of the quickly flashing lights. The music almost loud enough to drown out the elf’s words. „Are you sure about this, Xaver?“ Poor Atin still didn’t seem to get it... or maybe he didn’t want to. Knowing a trusted colleague used to work such a job? Surely it destroyed the picture Atin had about him...

„It will be a good distraction.“, he made sure his hands were dry and tried to ignore his faster beating heart. From fear, excitement, disgust or the fact that Quinn seemed almost like he was about to go up there himself?

He was quicker than the elf, making sure that others stayed safe was his job after all, and on the stage  the familiar view he had on the crowd made him almost feel like nothing had changed at all. Colourful lights, loud music that he could almost feel in his veins, all eyes on him... he would earn some money, go home to a family that hated him, or maybe spend the night outside, just wasting time and getting into trouble just to do something? He took a deep breath, those times were over. Different time, different bar, different him. He wasn’t a scared and angry teenager anymore, he had a purpose now. Still he couldn’t quite shake of that feeling as he slowly started to move, almost immediately falling into the rhythm of the music and doing some easy but impressive looking movements on the pole to get a feeling for it. It was easier, falling into old habits, smirking provocative at the customers, too easy for his liking. His favourite part, teasing them with his looks, his slowly removed clothes, he could even pull that off with ugly clothing if he just moved in the right speed, and showing what they couldn’t have. Selling pretty illusions and nothing more, seeing the hope die in their eyes when they realized they were only allowed to look, the surprise when he proved to be stronger than he looked like, but not always strong enough. The scars in his face only added to his charm, they gave him something dangerous and mysterious, an unspoken question as to what exactly happened there and made him more interesting. Not like something delicate that only looked pretty, he was pretty sure he had some werewolf in this weird family tree of his, it gave him strength despite looking like a graceful doe... Who knew, maybe some other race was the reason why he was tiny but that probably had just been his bad luck in the genetic lottery. It made what he was able to do even more impressive, everyone fooled by his looks. Off course it did nothing for him when he became an agent and he had been strangely happy about it. He began to unbutton his shirt, he shouldn’t do that now, he should just stop and get off the stage, back to the normal life. Where the air didn’t smell like alcohol and too many people dancing in a room, where there was no music that made his body vibrate with the bass, no people staring at him like they wanted to own him... He blinked and the music seemed to be muffled, blood pounding in his ears, his heart hammering in his chest and he felt the sweat running down his neck, his muscles burn under the by now unused exercises. But he still moved, he couldn’t stop now, not when he managed to get everyone’s attention. He could feel the stares, in his hazy mind like barely tamed beasts that would devour him if they could and seemed to burn his skin. He wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he stopped, bowed with a playful smirk -it felt unfamiliar on his face, his lips dry and hurting like he carved that smile into his cheeks and sticking glass shards into them so he would stay smiling and looking pretty- and left trough the back. He also wasn’t sure how he managed to leave the building itself but the cold air helped him come back to his senses a bit. His legs began to shake and he sat down, surely he didn’t dance that long? Shivering he pulled his still open shirt around him, and took the phone out of his pocket. Missed texts from all three, but the mission had been a success. It felt almost surreal they were worried about him... he hadn’t been the one to do the actual mission after all. When a hand was on his shoulder he flinched, but calmed down when he realized it was Quinn. The look on the elf’s face was painful to watch and Dathan wanted to ask him who hurt him, but no sound left his mouth. Atin and Roga stood a few meters back, looking at them to make sure he, and probably Quinn too, were alright. Quinn slowly reached for his face, so that he could pull away whenever he wanted. The warmth made him realize how cool his skin was, for how long did he sit here, and he was surprised when Quinn gently caressed his cheek, wiping away the tears. When did he start crying? He had no reason to cry! „Come, lets get you home. I bet Roga can make you something to calm down, how does that sound?“ He managed to nod and slowly stood up, hating himself for behaving so damn weak in front of everyone. Angrily he wiped across his eyes, half expecting his fingers to be covered in that cheap shit glittery make up he had worn back than. It had looked good on stage, that had been all that mattered. „Sounds good.“ he finally managed to say, proud that he sounded perfectly normal. He could almost ignore his still open shirt, his still hammering heart and all that stuff that went wrong with him. He was an agent now, his badge his shield against all the shit from his past. His hands were shaking and he angrily stuffed them into pockets, the air too dry when he breathed in. He missed the small warmth and well known smoke of a cigarette but no way he would bring back more ghosts from the past! They could stay exactly where they were now, on that graveyard in his mind, where he buried them with his bare hands. The grey smoke that would vanish within seconds wouldn’t help him, but only pull him back in that old life he worked so hard to leave behind. Plus it took him ages, to get that smell out of everything he owned and he really had no desire to repeat that. But his thoughts kept going back to that bar. „How many people call you Xavier?“ He looked up, Atin stepped closer, it was clear his colleague was worried about him. But distraction always worked and he smiled thankfully at the tall half orc. „A lot... It’s not like I don’t pronounce it clearly! There is no i, stop forcing it in! Unless it’s the nickname.“ „What is the nickname?“ Dathan began to slowly close the buttons again, his fingers still cold. „It’s Xavi off course.“ Nobody said anything and when looked up they looked at him like he just grew a second head. „...What?“ he asked slowly and Quinn just laughed, before casually putting an arm around his shoulder. Trying to ignore the weird angle because of the height difference, which was easy because Quinn’s touch did distract him from nearly everything and like always when Quinn did something like that his brain turned into mud. But this time mud was welcome, it blunted the sharp and ragged edges of the memories and let them sink back where they belonged: deep into the back of his mind, locked away until they managed to claw and bite their way out again. „It sounds so damn cute!“ Atin was grinning too, probably thinking about the countless situation where he could use it. „But come on, lets go home.“ It felt easier talking about it here, in the safety and comfort of his own home. He was safe here and his past was far far away, too far away to hurt him except in his own head. „I can do that shit in high heels too.“ Atin nodded, thinking about that new piece of information to that puzzle called his colleague... that puzzle had gotten a lot of new pieces today and it changed the overall picture into something darker and much more depressing. „So, why don’t you wear them more often, Xaver? You clearly have the balance and you would be taller. No offence, but we all know you hate your height.“ Dathan just snorted and took a sip of the tea. „Sure. But you explain this to Jakeman afterwards.“, he tried to recreate Atins voice, but he sounded too high, who knew maybe there had been a siren too in that ridiculous mess that were his ancestors, „Sorry, Stark broke his ankle while chasing a criminal in 12 cm high heels and he accidentally tripped.“

[slasher-party]

Leslie Vernon’s Secret 2021 Short Film: Wait For It

J: Calling all Leslie Vernonites! This info is MUST KNOW for all fans of the Glen Echo slasher! So even if you already know about this project, please consider reading & sharing so more fans can get excited about this!  (This is a post I’ve been REALLY excited to make for a while, so I really hope you enjoy and spread the news!) Lace your boots up, kiddies; this is gonna be a looong post. I’m putting every step of my discovery path in here. That way you have access to all my sources:

We begin our journey on YouTube back in July. I was fooling around, watching some Leslie content, and was recommended  Joebizz34's 1/6 Behind The Mask Leslie Vernon custom figure video (tip: bold words from this point forward are most likely links). I thought it was super cool! And it had about 1k views. A small plug! But I scrolled down into the comments... and spotted a familiar face.

‘Nathan?!’ I thought to myself. Was this his actual YouTube account? That singular like is my own, by the way. So odds are, Joebizz34 himself hasn’t even seen this comment (or doesn’t realize who this is). Step One: Investigating Nathan’s Channel A natural skeptic, I assumed this was a fan account and set out to prove myself wrong. (Here’s the link: Nathan Baesel) At the beginning of all of this, this was the main task I was attempting to accomplish.

Pulling up his page, there isn’t much to look at. Just a clip from an old movie and a short video of someone who clearly isn’t Nathan Baesel. He also only has a handful of followers, but that didn’t deter me and I decided to look deeper. 

Popping over to his own subscriptions, another familiar face jumped out at me:

Ben Pace! Who you might recognize as the man who played Doug in Behind the Mask!

Double-checking this page as well, this is definitely his channel. 

And Leslie/Nathan fangirls will find a particular little treat in this pinned video of his, Hello Jogger:

Absolutely fantastic, the both of them. 

So this is a good sign, but Ben doesn’t follow him back, and I couldn’t find any interaction between them with this account. So this isn’t definitive proof.  Step Two: the 197 MPH Promo Going back to his channel, I checked out the first video he had up... with only 15 views on it. 

Now, this guy I didn’t recognize. So I jumped in to see if I could figure out who it was, and low-and-behold, you’re looking at David J. Stieve, the writer of Behind the Mask. And that man in the back? In the stripes? Well, check out the video yourself and you’ll see:

Now, there’s a lot to unpack here. Keep in mind - I was just trying to figure out whether or not this was Nathan’s actual YouTube channel for fun. Now I’m going nuts cause there’s apparently some short-film set in the Behind the Mask universe that I haven’t heard about?! At this point, I can’t say for sure this is Nathan’s actual YouTube account, but I can definitely confirm that that is Nathan in the video, and this main guy is David Stieve, the writer of Behind the Mask. (Also, can I just say, I live for Nathan’s sass? He’s just the best, guys.) But my goal had changed. Now I needed to find out what this Wait for It project was all about. Step Three: Discovering Wait for It I jumped on over to IMDB and there it is: Wait for It (2021)

Check out that unnamed boy. That’s right, folks.  You’re looking at a secret Behind the Mask project. (That little bit of trivia that says they’re linked was actually added by me. Sorry for the bad wording - I tried to fix it but IMDB wouldn’t let me, so, what can I do.) Now, talk about being hard to find! Without my addition, there’s nothing that points to this having anything to do with Leslie. Even with Nathan & David’s involvement. I checked Twitter today, and there are only a few tweets (with the #WaitForIt tag) that refer to this project and not Hamilton. David hasn’t said anything about it, Nathan hasn’t said anything about it. That I saw. I did an advanced search but if I accidentally misspelled something and they have mentioned it, please let me know. From this tweet:

I was able to find the IndieGogo for the project:

Which was closed a long time ago, with only 36 backers, where B4TM got roughly 300. One can only assume it was an exposure issue, but it doesn’t seem like they really advertised it. However, I wasn’t a Vernonite back in 2017, so I can’t really say that for sure. The last update was from 2018, which stated that things were in motion for the project: 

But then again, the last update on the B4TM Indiegogo is outdated, stating issue #6 is in production when I have it sitting on my desk right now. So who knows where this project lies. It could be even further along than the update suggests, and after all, the IMDB does say 2021. One last update I found poking around the official B4TM Facebook page: 

Now, this is a little strange. You have the Behind the Mask crew here, and given the title of the page this is posted on, one would assume this “screening” is for Behind the Mask. But looking at the date, and the now-familiar-to-us posters on the table, that might not be the case.

So, does that mean this short film is finished and unreleased? Does that mean we see Taylor and crew in the film? Or are they there to support the creators? I’m leaning toward the latter. A streaming party was also an incentive for backing the Wait for It fundraiser. I’m lead to believe they premiered a rough-cut of the short film, and that’s what we’re looking at in this photo. That may also be where the technical data on IMDB is pulled from, but that rough cut isn’t available to us, and the finished project isn’t either. If it is I can’t find it, otherwise it’d be part of this post.  I also did check the collector’s edition Blu-ray (which I’ve yet to get myself but I do want it for the incentive of extended/deleted scenes, the interviews, and the movie commentary), but Wait for It was not listed as part of the bonus features.  Now, this interview has the most information about the project’s details out of everything out there I’ve seen so far. It’s an audio-only over the phone interview a horror channel did with David Stieve back in 2017.

For details on what Wait for It is about, and how it fits into the Leslie universe, it would be better to listen to this interview than for me to write it all out.

Step Four: What now?

Well, I realized that I might have found something that maybe a lot of people don’t know about, but they should. So, I’m putting this together! While we can’t back the project monetarily anymore, we can support it, the creator, and the Leslie Universe by spreading as much awareness about it as possible.  With that said, this is all the information I’ve found, with the links included. Poke around and see if you turn up anything else! And if this project is available somewhere, even as a rough cut (but so long as it’s posted legally), please do share! I love Leslie, I love Taylor, and I love what the Behind the Mask universe stands for. I love David Stieve’s mindset, and if I won the lottery tomorrow, I would immediately call him up and tell him any Leslie projects he had planned were now completely funded. I’m really just that passionate about this franchise. 

Thank you so much for reading this!  I hope you found out something new, or you at least now have a post with all the information about Wait for It gathered in one place. Like I mentioned at the beginning, please consider sharing so all the Vernonites know about it! As always, much love to all of you, and the Slasher community!  XOXO, Mod Jess

#Leslie Vernon #Behind the Mask #Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon #Slashers #Horror #YES #I've finally put all of it in one place!! #I love this crew so so so much aaaaagh #It's Leslie's Time Now

[three-drink-amy]

Sweet Creature

chapter one

Chapter Two

Claire had given the basket to Jamie, promptly ignoring any memories of her confession to Joe the night before. She threw herself into her work. If she was honest, she was a bit mad at herself for actually confessing. Joe was a very trustworthy friend. There was no way he’d tell Jamie. Or anyone, for that matter. But it was still her well guarded secret. And in a moment of weakness (coupled with Joe’s persistence) she’d caved and admitted it all. 

It was around lunch time when the door opened and two familiar faces with matching grins walked into her shop. 

“My darling, Claire!” John cried, drawing her out from behind the counter. “You have no idea how happy I was to see Jamie walking in with a basket from you today. Truly made my week!”

Claire smiled, looking over at Jamie. “So it was a big hit, hmm?” 

“Of course it was,” John replied. “It always is when you send them.” 

“Was it a big enough hit?” Claire asked Jamie, an eyebrow raised. 

He shrugged. “Still to be seen, I suppose.” 

Claire just nodded. “So what brings you lads by here?” 

“We were having lunch at a restaurant about a block away and I insisted on stopping by so we could thank you,” John told her. 

She smiled. Claire had been fond of John for a while. He was a work friend of Jamie’s and a hearty supporter of Claire’s bakery. There were times that Jamie dragged Claire to work parties so he didn’t have to go alone. Claire always went along, though sometimes, it was just to catch up with John. 

“Well you know I love you boys,” Claire reminded him. “I was more than happy to send the treats your way.” 

“Jamie said you asked him to make sure I got some of them. That means so much,” John said, placing his hand over his heart. “You’re just the best, Claire.” 

Jamie was watching her. “Aye, she is.” 

Claire glanced over at him. The look he gave her made her heart clench. If he only knew what one look did to her. Even after all these years. 

“Oh, by the way, Sassenach,” Jamie said, stepping closer to her, “I got a call from Rupert today. He’ll be in town and wants to get together.” 

Claire nodded her head. “Okay, great! Sounds fun.” 

Jamie made an uneasy face. “Well theoretically it does.” Claire’s eyes narrowed in his direction. “Geillis will apparently be with him.” 

Claire sighed, stepping back. “Then, sorry, I’m out.” 

Jamie groaned. “Come on! It’s been so long since ye’ve seen Rupert. The two of ye used to get on so well.” 

“I know, and I miss him. But Geillis got Rupert in the divorce. I got you.” 

Jamie rolled his eyes so hard she thought they might go back in his head. “That’s a lame excuse and ye ken it well. Come on. It’ll be drinks at a loud pub where ye can pretend to ignore any rude thing the lass says and then we can go back home and make fun of her just as we used to at uni.” 

Claire couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. “I’ll think about it,” she offered. “But you can understand why I wouldn’t want to see her, right?” Jamie nodded with a sigh. “I mean we were very close friends and then she betrayed me.” 

“I ken that. And that’s why ye got me in the divorce,” Jamie assured her, a small grin on his face. “But it’s been almost six years since ye’ve seen her. And it’s been three since ye’ve seen Rupert. Ye ken there’s a place inside ye where ye think it would be fun to spend an evening together, just the four of us again.”

Claire was determined to keep her face blank. But no matter how hard she tried, her glass face prevailed, much to Jamie’s amusement. “Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll go. But I get to decide when we leave. Even if that’s two minutes after that wench gets there.” 

Jamie held up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough.” He tilted his head slightly. “Though please try to last a bit longer than that.” 

“We’ll see. You know it won’t depend all on me,” Claire said with a note of finality as she stepped back behind the counter. She bid them both goodbye before hiding herself in the kitchen. 

The next day, Claire was sitting with Jamie at a loud pub, waiting for their old friends to show up. Claire’s leg was bouncing up and down in her anxiety. Jamie noticed when he looked over at her. He put his arm around her shoulders before leaning towards her ear. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered.

His breath on her neck was messing with her even more. She just nodded silently. Jamie pulled her closer, allowing her to lean on him. “I promise ye that none of the old drama will come up. It’s just a casual drink among friends.” 

“And what do I get if you’re wrong?” Claire challenged. 

Jamie laughed. “A rare gem. Ye getting the opportunity to tell me I was wrong.” 

Claire glared at him. “You’re quite literally a millionaire. You can do better than that.” 

He kept laughing, his head thrown back as he squeezed her shoulder. “Oh, Sassenach, ye do make me laugh.” 

She shook her head disapprovingly at him. “I more or less meant it.” 

“Oh I ken ye do. I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see what yer prize could be if ye do prove me wrong.” 

They didn’t have to wait much longer before Rupert’s booming voice carried through the loud pub to their table, announcing his arrival. He wove his way through the crowd, an excited look on his face. His arms were thrown out wide as he approached them. Jamie jumped up first, meeting him for a hug. Claire followed suit and realized she truly was happy to see Rupert. 

“Goodness, ye two, it has been far too long!” Rupert exclaimed as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “And Christ, the two of ye have just been thriving, haven’t ye?” 

Claire chuckled with a shrug. “I don’t know about that...” 

Rupert scoffed. “I do. First I see an article about a local Scottish lad winning the fecking lottery and bringing home millions. Then I hear that about the Sassenach that is running a booming bakery business so good that my mother goes weekly and they had to open a second one.” 

“Have you been keeping tabs on us?” Claire joked. 

Rupert laughed, pulling Claire into a side hug. “It’s hard not to keep tabs on ye two.” 

“Because we live in the same city as yer mam?” Jamie asked, wearing a devious grin. 

“Tis certainly part of it,” Rupert confessed. 

“So are you just home for a visit?” Claire asked, sitting back down. 

“No, my school is having a wee reunion of sorts. That’s why Geillis and I came back this weekend,” he explained. “We arena far enough away to ignore our own reunion, sadly.” 

“Where is she, by the way?” Jamie asked with a hesitant glance in Claire’s direction. 

“She got stuck in traffic but she’ll be here soon,” Rupert promised. “Shall be good to get the gang back together!” 

Claire nodded, hoping fake enthusiasm would be enough. She knew for certain she’d have more fun if it was just Jamie, Rupert, and her for the evening. 

Geillis had been a close friend from the first year of university. All four of them had been close from the beginning. In their last year of university, they were all making plans. Claire was planning on medical school. Jamie secured a job at a bank. Rupert had found a place to live in Edinburgh. And Geillis had been flailing. So she lashed out, costing Claire an acceptance to a medical school in London. Claire had scrambled to gain an acceptance somewhere else. She ended up in Glasgow and in the aftermath of everything that had happened, Jamie had followed her. It had all worked out in her favor, but the betrayal by someone who was supposed to be such a good friend was never quite forgotten. 

The three of them sat chatting for a bit as they waited for Geillis to show up. Suddenly, a head of bright red hair flew through the crowd and appeared at their table. Jamie was better at feigning his excitement to see her. She hugged Rupert and Jamie before turning to Claire. Both women froze, not knowing how to approach the other. Claire simply nodded in her direction. 

“Geillis,” she said. 

Geillis followed suit. “Claire.” The awkwardness of the moment wasn’t lost on anyone in the group. Geillis cleared her throat. “So Jamie, Rupert said something about yer work.” 

“Yeah, and?”

“And why the hell do ye work? Ye won the fecking lottery, man!” 

Jamie frowned. He got that question all the time. Anyone who knew he’d won a significant amount of money typically had suggestions for what he should do with it. “Well I decided I shouldna simply piss it away.” 

“He lives in a flat, Geillis. And no’ a particularly nice one,” Rupert informed her. 

“Hey, yes it is!” Claire defended. She had to. They lived in the same building. 

Rupert laughed but shook his head. Jamie simply shrugged. And Geillis’s eyes turned to Claire. “Claire, I’ve heard lots about yer wee bakery.” Claire nodded hesitantly. “Shame medical school didna work out for ye.” 

Claire was ready to fight. Jamie laid a hand on her wrist underneath the table. “She quit on her own terms,” he informed. “She had perfect marks but didn’t enjoy it. I told her she should do something she loved. And now she provides the world with delicious baked goods.” 

“That’s more noble than doctoring in my opinion,” Rupert said with a wink. Claire grinned. 

“How on earth did ye even open a business?” Geillis pressed. 

Claire opened her mouth but Jamie beat her to it. “She got lucky. Made all the right calls and good choices and people wanted to support her and her idea.” 

Claire stared at Jamie, wondering why he wasn’t telling the truth. Geillis seemed bored with the Claire praise. “I need a drink. Anyone else?” 

“I do!” Rupert exclaimed, jumping off his seat. The two of them walked back through the crowd to flag down the bartender. 

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?” Claire asked once they were out of earshot. 

Jamie shrugged. “I didna think Geillis needed to ken where yer support came from. Then she’d likely just say ye didna do it on yer own. But ye did.” 

“Not really,” Claire argued. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“So I gave ye some help. But the success of the place comes down to ye, Sassenach,” Jamie insisted. “Tis no’ my contribution people are asking for more of.” 

Claire wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Thank you, Jamie. That’s very sweet of you to say.” 

He matched her movement and his arm came around her waist. “Tis why ye got me in the divorce.” 

The others rejoined the table and they carried on a conversation filled with reminiscing on their uni days and catching up (however truthfully) on their lives. It wasn’t as terrible as Claire had expected once they were just chatting. It seemed Geillis had dropped the veiled comments at the bar. For a moment, Claire was glad to be spending time just the four of them again. 

But that moment ended when Rupert went to the bar and Jamie went to the bathroom. 

It was just Claire and Geillis sitting at their table. They were silent for a long moment but then Geillis decided to speak. 

“So I see ye still have yer all consuming love fer Jamie,” she said with an amused smirk. 

Claire glared at her. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“Tis quite obvious. I mean it always was,” Geillis told her. “But it still is now. I think the only person it’s no’ obvious too is poor Jamie. He’s never known the weird obsession ye’ve held for him.” 

“I’m not in love with Jamie,” Claire lied. “We’ve just gotten a lot closer since uni. It’s the type of thing that happens when one friend doesn’t betray the other.” 

Geillis’s eyes narrowed in Claire’s direction. “Perhaps I should sleep wi’ him. That was what got ye all mad at me in the first place. Maybe I could really earn yer ire this time.” 

Claire slapped her hand down on the table. “I wasn’t mad at you because you slept with the guy I had been sort of seeing. I was mad at you because you decided that I needed to live the same aimless life as you so you got my acceptance to a great medical school overturned by calling them and saying I was unstable and unfit to be a doctor. I was pissed that you decided what you wanted for my life was more important than what I wanted.” 

“Seems like yer life has worked out just fine,” Geillis commented. 

“Yes, because I had to work my fucking ass off to fix the damage you’d done to it,” Claire yelled. She grabbed her purse. “You know what, I tried. But you are still the same self centered bitch you always were. It’s a shame it took me so long to see it before. Goodbye, Geillis.” 

Claire didn’t wait for either of the men to return. She strode out of the bar and went to her comfort place. 

Her hands were knuckle deep in dough when she heard the bell on the door. “Sassenach! Claire!” Of course he knew just where to find her when she was upset. The sounds of Jamie’s footsteps grew closer. He released a sigh when he caught sight of her. “There ye are.” 

“Hi,” Claire said flatly.

“Ye just left. Ye didna even tell me,” Jamie commented as he walked over and sat down at her prep table. 

“I’m sorry. I meant to send you a text but I was just fuming and I left and came here and I forgot.” 

“Do ye want to talk about it?” 

Claire picked up the dough and shaped it into a ball before slamming it back on the table with a sigh. “She has no regrets. She set out to ruin my life and she has no regrets about it. I don’t understand how that’s possible. One time you asked me to drop off your dry cleaning and I forgot and I felt guilty for days.” 

Jamie chuckled. “Aye, but ye’ve always been a kinder person than Geillis.” 

“You know I think she feels worse for sleeping with the guy I was seeing than she does for getting me kicked out of medical school,” Claire remarked with a dark look. “She’s psychotic.” 

“Perhaps she’s jealous of yer success. Wouldna surprise me if that was the case.” Jamie raised a brow. 

Claire shook her head. “I don’t know if it’s that. I think if anything, she wanted me to thank her for getting me kicked out because it set me on this path. Like she’s fucking responsible for it. She’s just yet another person who wants to claim my success for themselves.” 

Jamie looked down at the table and nodded. “I’m sorry that I dragged ye along tonight.” 

“It’s okay. I know why you did,” Claire said, reaching out to lay a hand on his. He glanced up at her with a small smile and her heart beat faster. “However,” she continued, moving her hand to cross her arms, “I will be asking for more compensation than just the opportunity to say you’re wrong. Even though you are. You’re so very, very wrong.” 

Jamie laughed. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her. “Aye, I’ll give ye something else for yer troubles.” He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Claire had to fight her instincts to fall too deep into the embrace. He pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her with a broad smile. 

“Wait, was that your repayment?” Claire asked, tilting her head at him. “Because it’s so not enough.” 

Jamie rolled his eyes and walked back to his seat. “And what do ye have in mind? A Ferrari seems excessive for just one night o’ misery.” 

 Claire laughed. “No, but I like that your mind went there. Maybe I can get one out of you another time,” she teased. “Dinner would suffice.” 

“Well how about we do dinner another night,” Jamie suggested. “I think tonight calls for old habits. Going to one of our homes, drinking beer and discussing the total idiots our friends are.” 

With a nod and a smile, Claire showed her approval. “I like it. Let’s do it.” She rolled the ball of dough in saran wrap and put it in the fridge for the next day. After washing her hands, she turned to Jamie with a signal that they were free to go. 

Claire was locking the front door of the bakery when Jamie took a call. “Hey, John. What’s up?” Claire couldn’t hear what John was saying but Jamie’s face lit up in an instant. He glanced over and Claire and looked torn. “Really? And ye think I should go?” 

Claire’s heart sank. Their evening together was beginning to crash and burn. 

“I canna, I’m afraid. I made plans wi’ Claire,” Jamie said, watching her. She could tell it wasn’t the answer he wanted to give though. That was where ten years of knowing the other came in handy. He hung up the call and gestured toward the way they walk home. 

“What was that?” Claire asked. 

“Nothin’,” Jamie brushed off. 

“Jamie.” He turned and saw the look she was giving him. 

“A bunch of my colleagues went out this evening and John called me to tell me I should be there. Apparently Annalise is there.” 

Claire steeled her heart for what she was about to say. “Just go.” She wanted nothing more than to spend an evening just hanging out with Jamie. But if he wanted to be elsewhere, it wouldn’t be the same. “Go on. I’m fine.” 

Jamie stared at her, clearly trying to decide if he should take her offer or not. “I dinna have to go, Sassenach.” 

“But you want to. So go.”

Jamie breathed out a sigh. “I dinna want to leave ye alone.” He paused for a moment before his face lit up. “What if ye came wi’ me? Ye love spending time wi’ John. And ye could meet Annalise!” 

Claire could think of nothing she’d like less than that scenario. Maybe even going back to the pub and hanging out with Geillis would be better. She shook her head. “That’s alright. I’ll just go home. You have a good time though.” 

“Claire, I really dinna have to go.”

“I’m not your wife. Just go. I can take care of myself,” she insisted, even if it hurt. “I’ll see you later.” 

“Tomorrow,” he promised. “I’ll buy ye breakfast.” 

“And dinner,” Claire negotiated. 

Jamie laughed, a grin on his face. “Aye, dinner too then.” He walked over and wrapped her in a hug, placing a kiss on her head. “Thanks for understanding, Sassenach. I’ll see ye tomorrow.” 

Claire just nodded, emotion catching the words in her throat. She watched as he darted up the sidewalk, off towards his better plans. As she walked home, she realized how pathetic her personal life was. She was in love with her best friend. And he had no idea. No idea at all.

Next chapter

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It’s Always the Quiet Ones

Genre: Fluff? Normal?

Pairings: N/A

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,764

Shy. Quiet. Introverted.

All of these words had become very familiar to you over the span of your adult life. Everyone always managed to point out that you were quiet and spoke lightly in most situations, and yet here you were on stage with some of the most famous idols in Korea, about to rap along to one of the fastest raps they’ve done.

When you’d woken up this morning, it was not even slightly how you pictured your day going. I mean, no one expects to meet their idols, much less go to an interactive fan sign and get the chance to sing karaoke with them. But as if fate was smiling on you, a few days ago you had won the fansign lottery and were able to go to a BTS fansign with your best friend, and it was supposed to be very interactive for the fans.

You’d stood in line for about half an hour waiting to get into the venue, and that was only the beginning of the waiting you were going to endure today, though you really found it worth the time. Finally getting to your seats, you sat with you friend and relished in knowing how close you were to the boys. It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity and you were basically shaking in your seat.

Finally, after half hour of waiting, the crowd cheered as music played and each of the members of BTS filed onto the stage, each waving and smiling as they stood in front of the table that would later be the place you’d get to have your CD signed. You took special notice of each member standing on the stage, trying to engrave this day into your brain.

First in line was Min Yoongi, known in BTS as Suga. He was holding a microphone in his hands, as you knew each member would, and smiling shyly at the cheers of ARMY. He was dressed more simple than the other boys, wearing a loose-fitting black sweater and dark jeans that contrasted his bleached blonde hair, and yet you knew he put effort to make sure he looked nice, which warmed your heart.

Next was Jung Hoseok, known as J-hope. He was smiling brightly and making hearts with his hands as he stood to face the crowd, which made you laugh at the sight. Unlike Yoongi, he was dressed in a striped shirt and black jeans with a small black hat covering most of his brown locks beneath it. He also had a small red bag with him that almost looked like a fanny pack, but you didn’t mind it as he somehow made it really cute.

Third in the line up was Park Jimin, whose eyes were scrunched together while he laughed and smiled to the fans. His smooth hair was a sandy brown color currently, and had been styled in a fluffy sort of manner to give him a cute puppy like feature, which you couldn’t complain about. He wore a plain black t-shirt adorned with a jean jacket and similar colored jean pants that left you stunned at how much you could love jean on one person.

In the center of the group stood the proud and handsome leader, Kim Namjoon, or better known as RM. He stood taller than the others, waving to people as he smiled slightly. His hair was an ash grey color, and it complimented his baby pink button-down shirt and jean pants, which he had rolled into capris. He also wore a large pair of fake glasses, that only made him appear cuter than before.

Next to RM stood Kim Seokjin, who was blowing kisses out to the crowd, creating more cries of joy than you thought possible. In addition to his microphone, Jin also carried an ARMY bomb with him as he entered, clearly showing it off as he shook it around. His smooth hair was a soft brown, which only drew more attention to the pink ARMY shirt he wore and his smooth leather pants that almost seemed a size too small.

Second to last was Jeon Jungkook, who was smiling softly and waving while avoiding Jin’s ARMY bomb before he got smacked. Jungkook seemed to be a bit shy when he came out and chose to let his hyungs have the spotlight instead, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t notice him. He wore a white button down shirt that he had tucked into his jeans, and a beanie on his head that almost covered his pinkish red hair, but thankfully he left just enough to show off the beautiful color.

Finally was Kim Taehyung, known by his stage name V, who was giving his famous wide box smile as he threw his arm around the younger male next to him and made hearts with his free hand. He was dressed up the most for the group, choosing to wear a designer plaid button down that he tucked into his dark jeans. His dark brown hair was also styled to have volume, but he pushed it back with a Gucci headband, showing his love for the brand as he typically did.

There they were. The seven men who had unknowingly changed your life.

And before you knew it, the fan meet had begun. At first, time seemed to fly by as the members talked to the group of people who called out questions or responses to the boys, and you began to get nervous for the signing process. However, thing quickly took a turn when Jimin took his mic and began to speak.

“Everyone… This may seem a bit weird but we want to try something different today.” Jimin began, gaining a loud cheer from the crowd that still remained unaware of the plans.

“We always want to be closer to our ARMY,” Hobi continued where Jimin went silent, “and we figured what better way than to have little games and events we hold at these fansigns!”

“So, as the first game, how about we all do some karaoke!” Jungkook cheered, getting various yells in return.

“What do we think ARMY?” Namjoon cheered, holding out his mic to the cheering group of fans.

You froze in your spot. Karaoke? These talented and amazing boys expected to hear their fans sing in front of them and be judged by professionals? That was insane!

And yet, just as you thought this, hundreds of hands flew into the air, waiting to be picked to sing in front of BTS. The boys laughed at the response, hushing the sounds and Yoongi rose his mic.

“Now we figured that many people would be excited at this and there isn’t really a fair way to pick people for this, so each member will instead draw numbers that match a seat for each of you out there, and then if you’re drawn you can come up and sing for us!” Yoongi spoke, explaining what they had planned, Many of the people seemed disappointed at this, but it made sense.

“Also, as to not get into any legal trouble, we’re going to be playing karaoke versions of our own songs, and the member that draws the number will pick the song. This was it’s also a small challenge for you ARMY! Are we ready!?!” Jin spoke loudly, shaking his ARMY bomb again.

The boys played a game of rock paper scissors to decide who got to pick a number first, and in a similar sense to bingo, there were papers that had each seat number in a hat that they drew from. You sat quietly and prayed that your name wouldn’t be drawn.

Looking back to the small stage, you watched as Jungkook cheered after beating his hyungs at the small game. A member of the staff walked to the young man and held out the hat, which Jungkook then drew from. He presented a small piece of paper and began to unfold it, stopping halfway and teasing the crowd. After many complaints for him to hurry, he finally finished unfolding it and looked over the number.

“Lucky seat number 116! You’re the first up!” Jungkook called out in happiness. In a seat just a few rows back, you heard a girl cheer softly and stand up. Once staff confirmed her seat number by her ticket information, she was walked to the stage where each of the boys shook her hand and stood around her.

“Now, as Jungkook is the one who drew the number, he’ll decide the snippet of the song you’ll do. What will it be?” Jimin ooed, bringing a bit of suspense to the game. You thought to yourself that if they planned to do this then they had already picked out songs in advance and had the tracks ready, so it was going to be luck based off which member drew the number. Jungkook looked like he thought for a moment before picking the song Run, and he spoke to the fan explaining where to start and what was going to happen.

And from then on the chaos ensued. Each member chose a seat from the hat one by one until only Yoongi was left, and each of the fans had come up to the stage to meet their idols and sing a snippet of the song chosen for them, some of which failed it miserably but still tried, and others who had been surprisingly good at the vocals and raps. Finally, Yoongi was up, and you took a breath of relief that you had avoided being drawn.

“Seat number 79!” Yoongi called and the boys all looked around and clapped for the next up. You froze realizing that you had taken your breath of relief to soon. That… that was your seat!

“Right here!” your friend cheered as she pointed to you, yelling to the security guards stationed to check the seat ticket numbers. The man came over to you as you slowly handed him the ticket you had, shaking softly. You would need to go on stage…. With BTS…. and SING! You could faint at the thought of it. The guard nodded after he checked your information, escorting you to the stage where the members all smiled at you.

And it was at this exact moment you swore that your soul left your body.

You stood on the stage next to Yoongi, who smiled comfortably at you, which only raised your nerves more. The other members all smiled at you as Yoongi held the mic up to talk.

“Welcome lucky ARMY! What’s your name?” he asked, holding out the mic to you.

“Oh… Umm… (Y/N)...” you shyly said.

“No need to be shy (Y/N). We want you to be able to have fun with this.” you heard Jungkook’s voice come in over the loudspeakers as you blushed.

“So, what’s the song that Yoongi hyung is picking?” Jimin spoke, looking over at his hyung. Yoongi smirked and looked over at you.

“Going a little older. Cypher pt. 2. Starting with my rap.”

If you thought that your soul had left at just your seat being called, you were wrong. This moment was truly stealing your soul, along with your thoughts, your memories, and all your remembrance of the lyrics to Cypher pt. 2. What even was a Cypher? Who is BTS?

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? If you don’t think you can handle it we understand. I mean… not to doubt you, but you don’t look like the rapping type.” you heard Namjoon’s voice break through the thoughts in your head and turned to look at him, noticing all of BTS staring your way. Oh no… they’re looking at me. I can’t think when they do this…

“I… I can try…” you mumbled, trying not to stumble with your words.

At this moment, when you assumed the staff was setting up the track and having it prepared for you, you noticed people in the crowd staring up at you.

“There’s no way she can do this…”

“She’s way to shy. She probably can’t even rap.”

You chose to ignore their words as you notice Yoongi hold out a mic to you. You smile and take it graciously, hearing the music begin in the background. You noticed J-Hope begin his hook, leading you into your start point.

“Nugu ttaemune? Jeihop ttaemune

Nugu ttaemune? Raemmon ttaemune

Dasi nugu ttaemune Syuga ttaemune

Uri sesi moyeoseo sae sidaereul oechyeo

Jeihop ttaemune

Nugu ttaemune? Raemmon ttaemune

Dasi nugu ttaemune Syuga ttaemune

I beat wie daeum tajaga raebeul hae”

You took a deep breath and began your rap, closing your eyes and imagining you were singing in the car to calm your nerves

“Nae domein dopeman.com maikeuro yeoreot honnaetji

Eonhaengeun jokswae gateo nae joemyeongeun hyeoro pokaeng

Sinangsimi gadeukan deoge neon taesaengbuteo geomna motae

I biteu wieseo eomsal burimyeon neon geunyang jotoehae

Hipap kkondaedeul moge himdeureo gan geot jom bose

Niga jihaeseo nol ttae BTS jisangeseo none

Bamsae jam peojilleo jan neoe bihae i'm workerholic shopperholic

Ni fen boda maneun pen gwasobi hamyeo all in chamyeon goal in.”

You opened your eyes at this point, looking out to the group of people in front of you with shocked expressions on their faces. Yes… you had actually been studying the raps in BTS for a while in hopes that you would be able to sing at the speed they did, and it was a pure coincidence that it was a Cypher picked, but you were fully ready to take it on. Taking a deep breath at the pause, you prepared yourself for the next part before the fast rap.

“Goal in i'm ballin ni raep deureumyeon to ssollim

Ni yeochindo hollineun nae moksorin jom kkollim

Jageopsil nae noriteogo pateuneoneun pen jongi

Howiga gwolliin jul aneun neohuin soki maikeureul naeryeo nokil

Naega haeramyeon neoneun dal naega tteul ttaemyeon jinikka

Hipap jinpummyeongpum saekkideura geopum wieseo naeryeowa

Ya i gaegujaengideura gaegujin ni raebeun geunyang sinse taryeong

Niga gidaryeoon sigan swida oryeom niga gara hawai jibe garyeom”

Taking another deep breath here, you prepared yourself for the fast rap that Yoongi did, knowing fully well that you’d need every bit of air. Sparing a quick glance over at the members you were met with more surprised faces at your rap, and you could tell they were anticipating the next part. Best not to let down your idols right?

“Naega eodikkaji gana bwara sseogeun ppuril ssak da gara

Eopeo modu hanpan yesanghaji mothan paran

Noryeok eopsi hantanman haedaemyeo maksang

Kkore eumak handapsigo nol ttae alba jarina

Deo arabwara neoui jjalgo ganeudaran

Keorieoroneun hana mana getjiman kkok saranama

Kkujunhi jjuk sseogeo ama nideul kkoripyoneun ama

Chueo gateun insaeng neohui raebeun anabada

Akkyeo sseugo nanwo sseun flowreul badasseugo tto geugeol dasi sseuneun neo

Hey beat jjok pallin jul areo neo 24madie neoneun jari pyeogo ala nuwo

Ni deongchie bihae raebeun ganyalpeo ni bumocheoreom neol bol ttae mada mam apeo

Nan ni eumagui keorieo dongmaege machimpyoreul geueo”

You finished the song, panting at the sheer amount of air needed to push out the lyrics that you just did. You knew you had missed a little bit of the lyrics here and there as you needed to breathe in, and it made you embarrassed to know you messed up in front of BTS themselves, but you were happy with your performance all the same.

And then there was an almost eerie silence. You looked over at BTs, blushing more as you noticed their expressions. Most were shocked at your ability, and a few were simply smiling wide looking at you. You bowed to them slightly, holding out your mic and giving a small apology for your errors in the rap.

“Are you… apologizing?” Yoongi asked, reaching out to hold your hand, forcing you to keep a hold on your mic and look up at him. “That was nearly perfect (Y/N). I’m rather impressed. I know that many rappers can’t keep up with my speed of rap, and to do it with limited breathing is even harder, but you managed well. With a little more practice, maybe you’d even perfect it.”

Your eyes grew wide, shaking your head at his response and bowing again. He was simply being to nice to you.

“Let’s hear it for (Y/N) everyone! Congratulations on that amazing performance!” you heard Jin say, noticing other members also congratulate you and hug you before you went back to your seat.

And for the third time in the span of that day, you swore your soul had left your body and you were dying in that spot.

~~~~~~~~

So.... here’s another story! As I promised, I was working and I’m trying very hard to get things out around my busy schedule and unplanned sickness. Anyway, my laptop hates Tumblr with a passion and it is refusing to let me edit anything or type without loading and taking 8 years, so I'm not going to update my Masterlist right away but I hope that whoever requested this can find it and is happy with it. I'm sorry I'm so slow with my writing. I love you all! 💜

P.S.: shoutouts as normal. @yoongi-sugaglider for being my brains and helping me figure out my life among my mental breakdowns and sicknesses. She's a true homie and I recommend that you all send her Yoongi related gifs and pictures to make her suffer help show her love!

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Twin Trouble

Title: Twin Trouble

Fandom: Newsies

Pairing: Mike x fem!reader

Request: “Is there anyway you could write a Mike or Ike x Fem!Reader? Maybe something a bit fluffy? There’s really not much with the twins out there but they’re such cuties. Sorry for the lack of context to the request, I’m drawing a blank on plot ideas at the moment.” - W anon

Description: You and Mike have been dating for a while and the newsies see this as an opportunity to prank you with his twin brother. Unfortunately for them, you’re the one person who can tell the two boys apart.

Warnings: pranks (?), language, overuse of commas as per usual

A/N: this is based off of my prior experience with dating someone who has a twin, except it’s a bit more cheerful… and it actually has a happy ending. Also, I agree completely, the lack of Mike and Ike content is gross. Enjoy!

It had been just a few months since you and your favourite newsie had started going out. Mike had sold you papers every morning since before you could remember. You two became friends very quickly, and one day Mike realized that his feelings for you were much stronger than friendship. It took him a whole year to work up the courage to ask you out to dinner (with encouragement from his brother, Ike, the only other newsie who knew about you two). The way his face lit up when you said yes, after all that time of pining, proved just how relieved and how happy he was. Now, most people would assume that that glow had only lasted until the end of the date, but all these months later and Mike’s smile was still as bright as the sun. You were finally his girl and he couldn’t be happier, especially since you got along so well with Ike when he’d first introduced you two. However, the more evident this joy was, the more Mike’s fellow newsies got suspicious. He still hadn’t told anyone other than Ike about you, and the other boys were all very perplexed as to why their friend was so much more cheerful than usual. They knew the only way they were going to get answers was to ask his brother, so a few of them launched a plan.

Racetrack woke up early that morning, sneaking over to Mike’s bunk and tying all of his clothes together before moving to get himself ready. As the boys woke one by one, Mike noticed the state his clothes were in and grumbled- it was going to take him forever to untie them and get to the circulation gate. Ike offered to help his brother, but after a quick you’s can’t both afford to lose a day’s pay speech from Jack, he joined the other newsies in filing out of the lodging house and into the streets of Manhattan. As they reached the gates of The World, Race started to snicker.

“What’s so funny, Racer?”

“I tied Mike’s clothes together.” the blonde giggled.

Ike’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t quite sure why he was surprised- this was Racetrack Higgins after all, “Wait, what?”

“I tied his clothes together.” Race repeated, “I’s needed to talk to ya alone so I messed with his stuff to give us alone time to talk.”

Romeo piped up, arching an eyebrow, “Ya couldn’t just ask ‘im to talk?”

Albert stepped forward, shaking his head, “That was the plan, but Race had other ideas.”

“The plan?” Ike asked.

Elmer nodded from his spot ahead of them, “Ya brother’s been actin’ funny, Ike. We wanna know why.”

Ike realized what they were talking about almost immediately, and he hoped that wasn’t evident on his face as he tried to lie his way out of the situation, “Funny? Mike ain’t actin’ funny. What’re ya talkin’ about?”

“Wait, Mike’s been acting funny? I didn’t notice anything.” 

The boys all turned to see Davey standing behind them, a confused look on his face and his little brother Les at his heels.

Most of the boys muttered their hellos to the Jacobs brothers, but Race just rolled his eyes, “You’s tellin’ me you ain’t noticed Mike smilin’ all dopey while lookin’ at nothin’?”

“Or his face lightin’ up like the fourth a’ July no matter what’s happenin’?” Albert added. 

“Or him mutterin’ to himself all the time? Or him disappearin’ once sellin’s over for hours and comin’ back lookin’ like he just won the lottery?” Elmer pressed.

“Wait.” Davey put his hands up and thought for a moment, “Mike’s been doing all that?”

“Yes, he has.” Jack confirmed, ushering the boys through the gate since the Delanceys had just unlocked it, “Has been for tha past few months.”

“Months?” Davey gulped, “Gee, I- I never noticed.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t spend as much time with ‘im as we do.” Jack shrugged. nudging Ike, “So you gonna tell us why or not?”

Ike gulped as he contemplated his options; on one hand, he knew Mike had a reason for not telling the boys about you, and he had trusted Ike with the secret of your relationship- he couldn’t betray his brother’s trust. On the other hand, though, Mike never really said that it was a secret, and he never made Ike promise not to tell anyone. Before Ike could make a decision, however, Davey spoke up again. 

“Well, I’m not certain, but it sound to me like Mike is acting this way because of a girl.”

Ike froze as the other newsies whirled around at Davey’s statement.

“What did you just say?”

“I think Mike might be in love.”

The boys turned from Davey to Ike, waiting to see what he had to say. Ike simply sighed, “If he finds out I told you’s about his girlfriend, he’s gonna kill me.”

There was a pause in the conversation before a single voice cried out, “His WHAT?!”

Ike spent his day selling with Race, telling him everything and selling as much as he could while Race ran off to tell the other boys. Being the last one at the circulation gate, Mike didn’t get to leave with his brother and ended up selling with Crutchie- who was kind enough to sit on a wagon and wait for him to arrive. It took all of five minutes for Mike to convince Crutchie to sell at his usual selling spot; he wasn’t about to miss out on seeing you just because Race thought he was funny (and yes, he knew it was Race. Who else would tie all his clothes together?). This new position allowed Crutchie to get some extra information on you that Race and the other boys couldn’t- such as how Mike’s face molded into pure bliss as you approached, and exactly what you looked like as you skipped towards him.

“Mikey!” You greeted, beaming as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Hiya, gorgeous!” Mike beamed back, his arms wrapped happily around your waist.

“I missed you!“ you giggled, handing him a small basket, “My mother made you these, in case you get hungry during selling.”

“Snickerdoodles!”

“Just for you! So, how’s the headline today?”

Mike chuckled, shaking his head, “I already told you, baby, headlines don’t sell papes-”

Before he could finish, a loud voice pierced through the air, “IKE!!”

Both Crutchie and Mike turned around in confusion to see Ike, Racetrack, and about 15 other newsies marching their way.

Ike stepped forward, gesturing accusingly at his brother, “Ike, what the hell is you doin’ with my girl?”

Mike stared, still very much confused, “What? I’m Mike, you’re Ike, and she’s my girl.”

“Ike, don’t be ridiculous, she’s my girl. Right, babe?”

You glanced between the two brothers, completely confused, “Ike, what are you doing? What are you talking about?”

Albert stepped around them, gesturing to Ike, “Your boyfriend here is worried that his brother is stealin’ you from him.”

“But that’s not my boyfriend.” You shook your head, pointing at Mike, “That’s my boyfriend. I can tell; his dimples are more subtle. Plus he’s got that cute button nose.”

You poked Mike’s nose, giggling as he smiled and blushed at your actions. The rest of the boys gawked at the scene, completely stunned.

“You’s can tell them apart?” Race muttered in shock.

You nodded, “Well, of course! It’s not that hard; Ike’s dimples are more profound, Mike has more of a button nose, Ike tends to wear more blues while Mike normally wears browns and reds, and their hairlines are totally different-“

As you rambled on, the newsies stared at you like you were speaking Chinese at high-speed. The boys had lived with Mike and Ike for years but they’ve never been able to tell the two apart, and here you were- a girl who’d been dating Mike for only a few months- getting telling them apart down to a science. It was so easy for you, and as you explained it, the boys wondered how they’d never noticed these things before. While the other boys stared in shock, Mike looked at you with more love and adoration than he knew was possible. He knew you could tell him and Ike apart, but he never knew you’d noticed all those little things about him. He watched as your face lit up with love at every new detail you mentioned and he could tell that you not only noticed the little things, but they were part of why you fell in love with him. His heart was so full from these discoveries that he almost burst. He couldn’t wait until your rambling was over, Mike just had to show you how much he appreciated this.

“Plus, they both have very different tastes; Ike prefers chocolate chip cookies, but my Mikey just loves snickerd-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mike grabbed your waist and gently pulled you closer, trying to squeeze every ounce of love and appreciation he had for you into a single kiss. You, of course, didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, cradling the back of his neck in one hand. The other newsies smiled, happy that Mike had found someone that he loved so deeply, and disappointed with themselves for trying to mess with that. All in all, it was a moment of pure peace and happiness... or it was until Racetrack piped up from his spot between Specs and JoJo, eliciting laughter from everyone present:

“Alright, alright, get a room!”

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