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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 3 years

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Panda's Notes: @rosileeduckie IT'S DONE!! >w< This story was inspired by Ro's story "Pics or It Didn't Happen, Bro", which is an awesome little story that I love going back to. I couldn't help dying for a sequel, and I somehow got their blessing to make an unofficial one of my own. >w<

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Iida fiddled a bit anxiously with his phone, just trying to decide if he was willing to take the risk. To throw himself back into the proverbial lion’s den just for…what? Nothing really.

Nothing material, at least.

His phone buzzed against his palm, making him flinch and nearly drop it. Of course, it was another in a long list of messages in the group chat egging each other on. He rolled his eyes before skimming over—

Wait.

Sero: Look, I know we’ve all been saying it as a joke, but I’m stepping up.

Sero: Class Rep, since this is your fault, I dare you to “win” another #ticklefightwithBakugou. Pics or it didn’t happen, right guys?

There was a new onslaught of quick messages and shocked or laughing emojis as the class gossips alerted Iida to the callout.

Iida: You’re really calling me out, huh? What’s the catch?

Mina: Pretty sure the catch is getting the pics before Bakugou finds out you took the dare lol

“If you don’t quit texting and fucking move, I will flip this board onto you.”

Joke’s on them; he was already toeing the line there.

Iida chuckled softly, setting his phone face-down underneath his leg and looking over the chess board between them. He pushed one of his rooks forward, and he tried to resist a smile when Bakugou tsked under his breath.

“Why did you have to pick fucking chess, Four-Eyes?”

“You said you didn’t want to help with the puzzle; you could have said no.”

“Mmph…” Bakugou tapped one of his pawns on the board before shifting it forward. “So, what are those losers talking about anyway?”

It was a little interesting knowing he wasn’t included under the “losers” umbrella this time, and Iida tipped his head to look over the board.

“Oh, you know…” He hummed, unsure how much he could let on. “Same memes every week; Yaoyorozu’s scheduling study sessions for that test we have coming up—” He set down the pawn he’d chosen, his eyes searching for something of interest.

“Any new bets going around?” Bakugou snatched up the pawn, and swapped it with his bishop, smirking slightly across the table at Iida.

Iida tapped his fingers on his knee for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to keep his face in check. “Ah, well, I haven’t really been in that channel lately. Why?” He shifted another pawn forward.

Bakugou huffed and shrugged his shoulder. “No reason, I guess, just…” And the bishop took the offered pawn. “That #ticklefightwithBakugou thing is still going around, isn’t it?”

Iida let a chuckle slip, putting his hands up when Bakugou glowered at him. “You’re still thinking about that? Are you afraid someone might take advantage?” The question was emphasized by Bakugou’s bishop getting unceremoniously trampled by Iida’s knight. If looks could kill, the class rep’s head would have exploded.

“Don’t even think about putting fucking words in my mouth, four-eyes.” Bakugou practically snarled, moving one of his own knights out from its starting position. “I asked because I’m still catching shit from Pinky and Tapeface asking if you were lying or not.”

“Did you tell them?” There might have been a teasing little note to Iida’s voice as he castled his king and rook, and he yelped when Bakugou gave him a swift kick to his shin.

“If I had told them; they would have told the whole damn school, dumbass. Of course I didn’t tell them.” A pawn was inched forward as he buried his pouting mouth in his hand.

“You’re scared they’ll find out you’re all ticklish, huh?” One of Iida’s bishops was advancing.

“You shut your fucking mouth.” Bakugou grumbled, moving his rook halfway across the board as he attempted to cover the hint of red crawling up his face.

Iida couldn’t help smiling as he scooted a pawn. “That’s kind of adorable, Bakugou. What if…I got you again?” He asked softly as Bakugou was reaching for a piece.

Bakugou’s hand flinched, and the lone bishop clicked as the magnet in its base reattached to the board. He glared over at Iida again before a smirk spread across his face. He picked up the bishop again, and he set it down with a renewed confidence. “I knew you were up to something, you little shit.”

“What?!” Iida feigned offense, crushing one of Bakugou’s pawns under his rook. “I’m not up to anything. You brought it up.”

Bakugou hummed and looked over the board as Iida was putting the captured pawn to the side. “I wonder why I don’t believe you.”

Iida shrugged a bit himself, glancing away when Bakugou looked up at him again. “Perhaps you’re a bit paranoid? I can relate, actually; I remember when the year started, a few of our classmates made a similar bet targeting me.”

Bakugou snorted, remembering that couple of weeks back in May. The others had taken turns cracking bad jokes and sneaking pokes to the class rep’s sides in attempts to make him laugh. “Oh, yeah, that’s right…” He smirked as Iida was moving a knight, moving his bishop into an attacking position. “You’re pretty ticklish yourself.”

It was Iida’s turn to flinch a little, a nervous smile forcing itself across his face. A few syllables tripped and stumbled out of his mouth as he moved his knight to escape.

“And!” Bakugou piped up again. “If I remember correctly, you kind of like being tickled.” His bishop zipped forward, catching a pawn off guard.

“I—What? W-Where would you get that idea?” Iida cleared his throat when his voice came out squeakily, shifting his rook to snatch one of Bakugou’s pawns.

“Because, Speed Racer, you are a shitty liar. Plus:” Bakugou’s knight suddenly appeared and nudged Iida’s rook, and his fingers moved with a bit of wiggling flair before he snapped them sharply and pointed to himself. “My eyes are up here.”

Iida blushed brightly. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d been watching his opponent’s hands that closely. And being redirected to that smirking face and piercing stare didn’t help him at all.

Bakugou chuckled softly, watching as Iida hesitantly moved his only unseated pawn. “So, what was your little plan, huh? Did you even have one?”

“Mm, I suppose not.” He admitted, releasing a shaky breath when none of his pieces were taken this time. “It’s not exactly an easy win condition, you see.”

Bakugou hummed and gave a slight nod, picking up his Queen. “Pics or it didn’t happen, right?” He set it down with a resounding tap, pulling the now defeated knight off the board as Iida stared across the board at him. “Check. Your move, bitch.”

Iida pounced.

The chess board clattered as one of their flailing legs kicked it off of the couch, most of the magnetic pieces zipping back to the board while the others went AWOL.

“When the fuck did you get so heavy?!” Bakugou snapped, pawing at Iida’s arms as the taller boy was attempting to straddle his legs.

Iida sacrificed his arm, grabbing at one of Bakugou’s wrists while his free hand pulled his phone out of the pocket on his leg. Bakugou reached and attempted to slap at his arm, a fiercely determined smile on his face as his struggling nearly pushed Iida over.

Iida couldn’t resist the giggles that were slipping out of him, and he nearly lost his balance when Bakugou’s free hand suddenly attacked his side with scribbling nails. But his camera was open, and he tightened his grip on Bakugou’s wrist as he quickly looked for an opening while keeping his phone out of his victim’s reach.

And he spotted it. He held his phone up over Bakugou’s face, and when he tried to snatch it, Iida released the wrist he’d captured in favor of shoving that hand into Bakugou’s exposed armpit.

That previously smug face was caught in full view of the camera as is shifted instantly from shock to splitting open with a loud laugh.

“Y-You fucker!” He barked out, both of his hands retreating to press against his ribcage as he started to writhe a bit. His feet flailed and pushed against the couch behind Iida, a hint of red quickly filling his cheeks as a snort broke out of his chest. He immediately covered his face when the sound escaped, unable to stop the two others that followed it as his free hand tried to slap Iida’s phone again. “Fuck off, four-eyes!” He barely squeaked out through helpless giggles.

Iida’s face lit up as he finally stopped recording, taking a victory lap of sorts by giving a few more teasing scribbles as he navigated his phone with one hand. Bakugou struggled and clutched at Iida’s arm, and the class rep nearly buckled when those nails dug ticklishly into his elbow.

“Ha!” Iida suddenly exclaimed, laughing a bit himself. “I got it!” He grinned playfully down at Bakugou as the group chat came to life from his universal tag.

Sero: HOLY SHIT MAN I WAS KIDDING

Mina: LOL A true king!

Ochacco: He’s so cute!!

The comments went on like that and spurred a bout of conversation in that channel, several of their classmates following Mina’s lead and spamming the video with crown reactions. Half of the ones in attendance were also tagging Bakugou for confirmation, as if this weren’t literally happening right now.

Iida giggled softly, letting his fingers still and pulling his hand back. He turned his phone to give Bakugou a glance. “You’re trending, Katsuki.”

Bakugou panted softly, but his eyes fell on the screen within a second. “I’m always trending, fuckface.” He scoffed, crossing his arms and shrugging.

Iida shook his head and chuckled, scrolling back to play the video back for himself: the way Bakugou broke so quickly from that one spot; pulled his hands in tight and just laughed; The way he smiled and just succumbed to—

Wait a second.

“You…” Iida murmured, his eyes widening slightly as he realized he was still straddling his former victim. “You let me win.”

“Hm?” Bakugou hummed, resting his head on his hand as he propped it on his elbow. “What do you mean~?”

Iida’s face fell into a pout at that playful tone. “Why did you… Why would you?”

“Hm…” Bakugou sighed and hummed, scratching casually at his face and running his free hand through his hair. “Why would I let you win…? Why would I basically throw a bet to let you look good?”

Iida crossed his arms, scooting back slightly as Bakugou moved to sit up.

“Well, I don’t know.” Bakugou sighed with a shrug. “Oh, wait.”

He suddenly lunged forward, and Iida only noticed his phone being snatched from his hand before he was being manhandled. The pair of them wrestled; okay, Iida tried to wrestle, but Bakugou managed to get behind him and yank him back against his chest.

“W-What are you doing?!” Iida cried, attempting to flail as Bakugou’s free arm wrapped across his chest. A squeal jumped out of his mouth as fingers scribbled softly at his ribs.

“Take a wild guess, four-eyes.” Bakugou smirked, wrapping his legs loosely around Iida’s waist before holding up the stolen phone and tapping the screen a few times to start a video call. “Anyone who’s not a fucking coward better get on call right the fuck now.”

“Wait, that’s not fai—!” Iida shrieked as both of their faces appeared in a small window, getting cut off by his own loud giggles when Bakugou started to tickle him again.

The text chat lit up again with shocked comments and laughter before several small windows popped up in the call, with Sero and Ashido, of course, being the loudest.

“This is your king, huh?!” Bakugou asked teasingly, skittering his fingers up and down Iida’s ribs and toward his stomach and smirking broadly at his captive’s writhing. “This giggly, string-bean bitch?!”

“Don’t let him win, Iida!” Ashido laughed, waving at her webcam.

“Pfft, rest in peace, class rep!” Kaminari taunted, and Kirishima covered his mouth with his textbook beside him.

“This is why I don’t play the hashtag games with you guys!” Midoriya insisted, trying not to laugh. “Kacchan’s mean!”

Bakugou chuckled as he watched the text conversations go on beneath the excited chatter on the video call, sneaking his hand up to scribble under Iida’s chin.

“You losers better believe I’m fucking mean.” He growled, grinning wider. “You want a tickle fight; I’ll bring you a fucking war.”

He moved his hand up quickly, pulling Iida’s head close so he could press a loud raspberry against the side of his neck. The class rep’s shriek was parroted by a couple of the girls squealing excitedly along with taunts and jabs from all of them.

“B-Bakugou, please!” Iida whined, trying to paw at Bakugou’s hand as he giggled and laughed.

“Which one of them dies next?”

“What?! I-I—No!” He wailed as Bakugou blew another raspberry on his neck.

“Pick one of them, or I will end this call and find your kill spot.”

There was a chorus of chatter as cameras quickly shut off, but their friends’ voices still cheered them both on. Bakugou’s fingers were attempting to worm under Iida’s arm, and he curled in tight as he laughed a bit louder.

“Tick-tock, bitch~” Bakugou purred, leaning into his neck again.

“Sero! I pick Sero!” Iida cried out, his face running red as he felt Bakugou’s lips pressing gently before pulling away.

“Oh, my gods, you narc!” Sero laughed, and most of the others started to tease him too.

“You heard him, Tapeface. You’d better be ready.” Bakugou growled playfully, curling his fingers into a claw and digging them into Iida’s back to get a good shriek before finally cutting the video call.

Iida leaned heavily against Bakugou’s shoulder, lost in a haze of giggles as the blonde gave him a few more teasing scribbles. Turnabout is fair play, after all. He recognized the sound of his phone’s camera clicking before Bakugou finally gave him a push and slipped out from under him.

“I think #ticklefightwithBakugou is going to need its own channel soon.” Bakugou chuckled, tossing Iida’s phone onto his stomach after another moment.

Iida flinched a bit at the impact, only making a move to catch it when it felt like it would fall. As he finally caught his breath, he looked at the screen. Four new photos: all of them selfies of the pair of them with Bakugou mugging and Iida laughing himself silly; and a fifth one: Bakugou planting a kiss on Iida’s cheek while the boy’s glasses were skewed off of his face.

“Well, four-eyes,” Bakugou called with a sneer, having already made his way halfway to the stairs. “You coming or what?”

Iida blushed again and swallowed the lump in his throat, fixing his glasses before pocketing his phone. “You know what, why not?” He smiled back, hopping up to follow.

It wasn’t until he shook a little magnetic rook from his slipper on the third landing that he remembered the mess they’d left. Bakugou just laughed at him when he suggested they go back.

#bakugou katsuki #iida tenya #tickling #bnha #boku no hero academia #a panda writes a thing #my hero academia

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thatpinkbetch · 4 years

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You’re too damn flicking cute

Relationship: Bakugou/Midoriya

Word Count: 1,815

Summary: Bakugou is certain his shitty boyfriend is instigating kisses. Maybe it doesn't help that he keeps giving them away like it's a damn going out of business sale, but the stupid nerd is too fucking cute. Either way, like everything else, this is a competition, and he's going to win it.

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Bakugou was certain his boyfriend was instigating kisses. The first few times it had happened, he’d thought nothing of it. Well, the first few times it had happened, there couldn’t have been a pattern yet anyway.

It had started when the shitty nerd said something cute - what it was, he couldn’t remember. All he recalled was the irritation that rose within him at the damn fluttering he felt in his chest. Stupid fuck. So he flicked the little shit’s forehead. Yet the way that freckled face scrunched up in reaction...it didn’t stop the stupid feeling. Dammit. So he leaned forward and kissed that forehead, right where he’d flicked it, as a way of an apology. He still needed to get better about acting out like that.

Those green eyes were wide as they stared after him when he pulled back, and his irritation spiked once again, replacing any thoughts about getting better.

“What?!” he demanded, daring that shitty Deku to comment on what he’d just done.

“Nothing!” Midoriya said, clearly trying to clamp down on the way the corners of his mouth turned up. Yet those stupid cheeks were turning pink, as his fucking boyfriend was easily flustered.

“Tch,” he scoffed, turning away from the damn nerd in order to hide his own annoying blush. Shitty nerd just had to make his heart do fucking gymnastics and shit. Like he had time for any of this.

Somehow, it started to become a trend. Whenever he felt self-conscious about flicking the nerd’s forehead, he’d kiss it, because a physical apology was easier for him than a verbal one. Deku didn’t say anything about it - thank fuck. But Bakugou always pulled away fast to avoid seeing how those eyes shined so brightly, a ridiculously cute little smile on that face. As if he could fucking handle that.

He did it a couple times, and then he did it a couple more. It wasn’t after every flick that he kissed the nerd - because some flicks were deserved. But, more often than not, those stupid, curly bangs needed to be pushed out of the way to receive a quick press from his lips.

There wasn’t really a beginning point to his suspicions; he just felt a creeping sensation that something was going on that he wasn’t aware of. And, being that his instinct was always correct, he decided to start paying attention. Was it the way Deku’s eyes started gleaming before he’d kiss his forehead? Or was it the way some of what the shitty nerd did felt planned?

“Kacchan, you were so cool out there!” Nothing wrong here; this was to be expected after a day of hero class.

“Fucking obviously, you shitty nerd,” he’d retort back, as per usual.

“Watch me when I go! I’ll be even better!” Again, normal; desired, even.

“Hah?!” Bakugou grunted out, uncrossing his arms so he could pop little, threatening explosions. “I’d like to see you fucking try!”

“I’m not going to try, I will beat you!”

There was that shitty, confident fucking grin that got his heart racing, his blood pumping. At least it was in a way he understood.

Grinding his teeth, Bakugou said, “You stupid fuck, I’ll kill you at it-”

“Don’t be mad, Kacchan,” Deku said, surprising him by interrupting. “When I win, it’ll be because you’re my inspiration!”

Fuck! How was he not supposed to flick the damn nerd’s face after that? And yet, there was that scrunched up reaction, the wince at feeling his finger hit, and once again, he struggled with his guilt. Deku didn’t look too upset as he leaned forward to kiss his damn forehead, but he still did it. Midoriya would always tell him it was okay; doesn’t matter, he still had to apologize.

Yet that interruption felt weird to him. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew he was right.

Bakugou started paying more attention to the times he flicked and kissed. Nothing felt too out of the ordinary; his boyfriend was cute, and he could barely handle it most of the time. Deku was a little eager those moments between the flick and the kiss, but of course the damn nerd would be excited, seeing as how the stupid fuck loved him back.

He started feeling his suspicions were validated when it started happening more frequently. It was difficult to tell at first, but when it went from happening twice a week to every day, he fucking took notice. The damn nerd would get flicked, and then he’d get kissed, and Bakugou would have to turn away and stew in his seat, wondering if he’d been set up. Yet despite telling himself that he’d get it under control, that shitty Deku always found a way to piss him off the next day! It felt like it was the fucker’s mission in life to irritate him. And of course he always felt wrong about it, cause the asshole was just being cute. But fuck, he was trying to be better about this shit, why couldn’t the damn nerd just support him like a good boyfriend?

The suspicion was getting to him; he started asking for backup, but apparently there was no help to be found for a struggling teen such as himself. Well, to be fair, perhaps his recruitment methods weren’t the most effective.

“Oi, Shitty Hair. Dunceface. Has Deku been more irritating than normal?” His two supposed friends simply raised their eyebrows at him as they chewed their lunch.

“Uh...no?” Kaminari said, looking at him like he was making a joke.

“Is...something going on between you two?” Kirishima asked cautiously, his eyes flicking over to the table where Midoriya sat with his friends.

“Yeah, it looks like the exact opposite,” Kaminari added on, grinning like an asshole. “You guys have been getting along swimmingly. Ah!” At the way the other blonde had wiggled his eyebrows, Bakugou pinched his arm, causing him to pout.

“Forget about it. You stupid fucks wouldn’t understand.”

So he was alone in this world, haunted every morning by the fact that somehow, that day, he would be compelled to flick his boyfriend’s forehead, and then forced to apologize with a kiss. Okay, perhaps it wasn’t the biggest thing he had to complain about. But it still pissed him off, not having any proof to aid him.

When Deku started pinning his hair up, however, that’s when he’d had enough. He let it go at first, not realizing what was happening until he leaned in to kiss and he brought his hand up instinctively, feeling a lack of hair to sweep aside. He stopped, almost forgetting to give the recipient his peck. After that, oh he was fucking pissed. Deku thought he could just get away with anything, huh?

The next day, he clamped down hard. Ha, maybe he hadn’t been trying enough to get better. Had he been going soft? Of course he could stop if he’d just put his mind to it. No matter how cute Deku was that day, he didn’t flick him in the forehead. Of course not; Deku deserved a boyfriend that respected his boundaries, whose immediate response to irritation wasn’t to flick him.

This went on for perhaps a week, and Bakugou made sure to pay attention to the shitty nerd. The longer he went without his flick, the more frustrated and pouty he seemed to be. And Bakugou started feeling smug. Aha, he’d been fucking correct. His stupid, shitty boyfriend was tricking him after all. But he was better than that damn nerd; that fuck was underestimating the strength of his willpower. When Deku stopped pinning his hair up regularly, Bakugou thought of it as a victory.

He knew, then, whenever Midoriya was trying for a forehead kiss, because his bangs would be up. Didn’t matter, Bakugou was wise to his tricks, and with a steel resolve to boot. He won every time these days.

“Kacchan!” Hair pinned up - it was the first thing he noticed now. “All Might’s back, so we’re resuming early morning practice.”

“Yeah, I fucking assumed. You calling me dumb?”

“No…” Midoriya seemed exasperated, but it was better than a year ago, when he would’ve been sad, or even nervous. That expression perked up, however, and his boyfriend gave him that cute little smile, and he was reminded not to flick. “I just wanted to know if you would join me?”

Quirking an eyebrow at that, Bakugou said, “Obviously. What do ya fucking take me for, huh? I ain’t lazy!”

Deku sighed, a common phenomenon when talking with his boyfriend. But that forced cuteness had dissipated, meaning he was already done trying for a flick. Ha, I win!

“Of course you’re not, Kacchan. I just didn’t know if you were interested or not.”

“Hah?” What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be interested?” One for All practice was so fucking important for many reasons, but it had been their final step in getting together in the first damn place. He wouldn’t skip it for anything, not even two more hours of sleep.

“I don’t know,” Midoriya admitted shyly, scratching his neck, causing Bakugou’s eyes to narrow suspiciously. “Maybe I’m just overthinking things…Ah!”

Shit. Bakugou had flicked without even thinking about it. But he didn’t regret it this time.

“Don’t do that,” he told the other bluntly, allowing for no argument. Don’t overthink how much I care for you, idiot.

He may have lost this battle, but he wouldn’t lose the war. He was about to lean forward, when he was stopped suddenly, his eyes widening. Deku’s face had lit up, and his stupid head was leaning forward, anticipating his lips. Seeing that...the explosive teen’s heart skipped a beat. Out of this whole thing, that was maybe the cutest part of it all.

Smirking, Bakugou watched the surprise take over Midoriya’s expression when he tilted the other’s chin up and gently kissed his boyfriend on the lips. When he pulled away, he was absolutely pleased with the results. Deku had been too stunned to return the kiss, and now his face was pink enough that his freckles were vanishing. Ha! Looks like Deku couldn’t handle that. How the fuck does it feel, shitty nerd? Grinning in his newfound victory, Bakugou took his hand back from that chin, amused at how good the color red looked on his boyfriend.

“If you want something, just fucking ask for it, dumbass.” Then he gave that forehead another flick, deciding that that one was deserved, before walking off. Not before he saw that burning face disappearing behind scarred hands, however. Heh, maybe now the nerd will stop trying to trick him.

But he didn’t. In fact, Midoriya’s efforts were renewed; doubled, even. Whatever. That was okay, Bakugou guessed. Again, it wasn’t the biggest thing he had to complain about.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bkdk #my writing #this is so embarrassing #so many people have started following since i last posted my writing #and i kinda know some of you guys now #and i think my writing has gotten worse a;lsdkjfalksdjflkasdjfklsdjf #please forgive me if its not up to par

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crowautumnrain · 3 years

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review: Color Rush

Disclaimer: This is my very own humble opinion. If you agree with my review, I’m glad that I’ve found someone like-minded, if you do not agree, that’s fine too. Every opinion is valid. Don’t hate me for mine.

I do not speak any asian language and therefore I rely solely on subtitles. And we all know that they are not always flawless. So if I misread a situation or misunderstand something, feel free to inform me. Spoilers ahead!

Genre: BL

From: Korea

Known Actors: /

Trigger Warnings: obsession, death, attempted suicide

Rating: 7.5/10 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐☆ ☆

Synopsis: Yeon Woo knows the world is full of colors but he has never seen them for himself, he’s only able see the world in shades of grey. At least until the day Yoo Han comes crashing into his world. And it turns out that they are mono and probe. Means that Yeon Woo is able to see colors, everytime Yoo Han takes off his mask. While all this is going on, his aunt Yi Rang searches desperately for her sister who went missing years ago.

Main Character(s): Choi Yeon Woo, Go Yoo Han

Side Character(s): Jung Joo Haeng, Kim Min Jae, Yoo Yi Rang

Short Appereance: Yeon Woo’s mother & father, the school nurse

Main Couple(s): YeonWooxYooHan

Side Couple(s): /

My review:

I went into this show trying to keep my expectations low - well as low as I can keep them. This was my third korean BL, before that I watched Where Your Eyes Linger and Mr. Heart and I liked both of them. Oh boy, I wasn’t ready for the rabbit hole I was going down.

I always try to remain a somewhat objective side in my reviews, so that everyone can enjoy it, no matter if they actually liked the show or not. I will try my best to do it with this BL as well, but just know that it’s not easy for me. The last few days were a wild ride and thanks to the pandemic and the semi-lockdown that we have for weeks now, I am in no good place to get emotionally attached to characters or series. But here I am.

In this review there will be a few terms that some may not know or understand and before I have to repeat myself, here a little definition:

Mono: A mono, is a person that isn’t able to see colors, even though they have everything they needed to. Their brain just can’t decipher them for some reason. Only, when they look at the face of a special someone called “probe” they are able to see colors.

Probe: A probe is a person which can see all colors and by looking at their mono, with their whole face uncovered the monos can see colors.

Color Rush: It’s something the mono experiences every time, he looks at his probe. The frist few times are pretty heavy and the mono mostly faints, but at a while the effects wear off.

Decolorating: After some time (e.g. the mono isn’t looking at the face of the probe anymore, they seperate) they begin to lose the ability to see colors again. It depends on different factors (e.g. how many colors rushes did you have, how close are you with your probe, etc.) The more you “get used to” your probe the longer you can see colors.

Anyway, let’s begin.

Yeon Woo and Yoo Han

In the beginning of this story our main character, Yeon Woo, explains his view on this whole mono/probe thing. He himself is a mono and his mother was also a mono. The chance for a mono to meet his probe is extremely rare and most don’t think that they will ever meet their probe at all - and so does Yeon Woo.

The problem with the whole mono/probe thing is that many monos are getting really often obsessed with their probe and the colors that they are able to see. The fear of losing them is driving them insane and therefore some monos kidnap, hurt and kill their probe.

Yeon Woo stance to that: A mono should never meet his probe.

After beating up some guy who made fun of Yeon Woo for being a mono, he has to transfer schools again. On his way there he explains that he can actually see different shades of grey and that his mother teached him the ten differenct shades of the grey color palette.

Introduction of orange hoddie guy. He slept on his desk but now he wakes up (the teacher’s don’t even care to wake him up anymore, love that). And after he introduces himself as Yoo Han, he wants to make very clear (perhaps too clear) that Yeon Woo is “really pretty”.

He even gets up from his chair and follows Yeon Woo across the room, to tell him that again. In case he forgot over the course of a few minutes. But hey, we all need a friend who constantly reminds us that we are enough and beautiful, go Yoo Han!

Anyways, Yeon Woo is minding his own business and stares at a poster and after Yoo Han once again admired Yeon Woo’s beauty, Yoo Han takes of his mask, that he was wearing for some reason (Joo Haeng said that he tried to make it a new trend or smth).

We don’t know why he took it off. If he had trouble breathing, if he wanted to prove to Yeon Woo that he was also stunningly handsome or if he just felt like it.

And that’s when Yeon Woo experiences his first color rush. Overwhelmed by the it he faints. And for some reason, Yoo Han seems not scared at all but excited to be part of this adventure. And after taking Yeon Woo to the school nurse, he says something along the lines of: Oh his eyes are closed but his eyes are moving, that means that he is experiencing a color rush.

And the nurse, that probably doesn’t get paid enough, repsonds with: Yeah, maybe. I dunno, it’s my first time seeing this. Let me know if he rips out his eyeballs or dies or smth. I gotta go get some stuff. Bye.

Yeon Woo opens his eyes and is amazed by the colors that he is able to see. But loses the ability pretty quickly. And Yoo Han declares - in case Yeon Woo might have missed it - that he is in fact Yeon Woo’s probe.

Of course, Yeon Woo is really sad that he is back to the grey-ish palette of life again, but he stays strong and says that he does not want to do this again. He reminds Yoo Han that being a mono/probe is all fun and games until the mono get’s obsessed. Like, monos have kidnapped and killed their probes and apparently ate their flesh?

But Yoo Han couldn’t be more unbothered by that. And I don’t know if I should be impressed or worried because of that. After Yeon Woo explains his concerns to Yoo Han, the guy’s like: Ah.

Yoo Han is not only immune to fear and common sense, he is also very headstrong and is determent to teach Yeon Woo the colors. The question we all have in mind probably is:

Why is Yoo Han so eager to continue this dangerous relationship?

Well we get a great answer to that from Yoo Han himself: He likes Yeon Woo’s eye moevement while he experiences a color rush, so...yeah.

Great reason, let’s move on.

The next day of school, Yoo Han got a color palette to show Yeon Woo and to teach him the different colors. But since Yeon Woo doesn’t want to do a color rush again he pretents that he isn’t interested. Yeon Woo has enough of Yoo Han constantly being all up his ass with all this color rush thing, so he tries to leave. But Yoo Han tricks him. After Yoo Han recognizes that Yeon Woo isn’t giving in, he takes off his mask. Yeon Woo faints and wakes up in the nursing room.

This time, the nurse isn’t there. it’s probably her break or something. Before Yeon Woo can get really upset about Yoo Han’s trick, he sees the colors palette and all the colors on it. And the desire in him grows. But decolorating happens only a few seconds later.

And there’s where we see the first glance of desperation of Yeon Woo. He demands that Yoo Han takes off his mask, so he can see the colors again, but Yoo Han is a smart business man and so he wants something in return. He’s like: That was the preview, the free trial is over. From no on, you gotta pay.

And since Yeon Woo isn’t giving in, their ways part. And the story ends...if Yoo Han would actually respect boundaries. But he doesn’t so here we go.

Yoo Han tries again to lure Yeon Woo into agreeing to his deal. He shows him with the power of science and prism a rainbow and the nightview.

No matter how hard Yeon Woo tries to stay away from Yoo Han, Yoo Han pulls him back in.

Yoo Han says that this the last time, that he will give Yeon Woo a color rush for free. And Yeon Woo agrees, thinking that this will be his last time before telling Yoo Han that he will end this for good.

As the colors seem to fade away again, the desperation creeps up on Yeon Woo once again. He asks Yoo Han what he wants in return to keep doing this. And as we all know he wants to look at his face.

And to our big surprise, Yeon Woo finally agrees to Yoo Han’s deal. The next day, Yeon Woo regrets what he did, just like someone who drunk too much last night. He considers to avoid Yoo Han, but we all know how that works out.

So, Yoo Han has the great idea to scare Yeon Woo, by jumping in front of him and scream, which results in Yoo Han getting accidentally punched by Yeon Woo. They go the the nursing room and at that point I ask myself how they are doing in school, since they never seem to attend classes.

The nurse is probably still on her break or she just quit, who knows. We get the classic “I’ll treat your wound” scene. The inevitable happens, and after putting a little too much pressure on Yoo Han’s wound, Yoo Han flinches and the mask slides off his face. Another color rush.

Yeon Woo wakes up but can’t remember anything. Yoo Han explains that Yeon Woo cried his eyes out, but didn’t seem concious.

Yeon Woo apparently said that he needed the colors to see the headband (of his mother who disappeared and apparently wore the headband that day).The nurse comes in and seems not too happy about the fact that these two visit her at least once a week.

She says that this was totally normal and one of the phases a mono went through, while adjusting to one’s probe. The color rush would extend and he would not be able to remember afterwards. In that way his subconcious could surface.

And while Yeon Woo’s feelings are still all over the place, Yoo Han has set his priorities straight: So that he get’s used to the color rushes is a good sign, right?

Like, your man is sitting there crying his eyes out and you think about him adjusting to you? Dude, at least pretend that you care about his inner turmoil.

The nurse keeps up a professional facade and adds as polite as she can be: Don’t do it at school for the time being. Which basically translates to: Can you two give me a break for once? I haven’t worked this hard since 1986 and I’m 29.

On their way out, Yoo Han says: I’m happy that you are adjusting to it. Like he just wasn’t right next to Yeon Woo weeping like someone would rip his heart out. That’s when Yoo Han remembers that he has a heart and should use it once in a while and he adds: You scared me a little back there.

Yeah, me too, buddy. Me too.

While Yoo Han tries to have this converstaion, Yeon Woo is caught up in his thoughts. And I mean he has all reason to be upset. He is scared of what will come next. What if he get’s used to his probe and the colors? What comes after that? Obsession...kidnapping?

Because Yeon Woo hasn’t said anything, Yoo Han is scared that he might has forgotten how pretty he is, so Yoo Han has to remind him again. We love a supportive probe. But for real Yoo Han, we got it the first three times, I think he knows by now.

Yoo Han doesn’t think about any of this “obsession”-stuff at all, so he doesn’t get why Yeon Woo isn’t so thrilled about the whole thing. Outside, Yoo Han cuddles Yeon Woo from behind and says that he was actually worried earlier and they have to wait here because it’s raining.

We never get an explanation why that’s a problem. Maybe he forgot his umbrella and doesn’t want to get wet or wait there all on his own? Or Yoo Han hopes that he can show him a real rainbow this time? But wouldn’t it be a little careless to do another color rush shortly after what had happened?

Yeon Woo is again caught up in his thoughts. And we can feel how much he suffers already: [...] But when I felt a moment of happiness, I saw the happiness draining out from my view. Loss. Only having moments of happiness...that leave me all alone in a land of grey...terrifies me.

Long story short, Yeon Woo tries to run away, and after Yoo Han stops him and asks why he did that, he says: Because it just crossed my mind that I want to keep you forever.

HUGE RED FLAG my guy! Yoo Han RUN!

This might have been cute in other shows and all...because we tend to romantacize this “I can’t live without you” and “I never wat to lose you”...but we all know that it isn’t meant in a cute way. He wants to keep him. You know, like you would keep an object. A refrigerator or something like that. Not a human being.

The following day, Yoo Han is not in school and you got me there. I was really thinking that maybe my boy here would finally take a hint and leave. Yeon Woo thinks that it’s because of what he said to him yesterday, which would make sense. But we all know Yoo Han, with his death wish that he probably has and the distance that he keeps from comon sense.

So, of course he isn’t avoiding school, becaue his mono - that told him mulitple times that monos get obsessive and kidnap their probes - just now told him that he wanted to keep him. And it seems that Yoo Han is really wearing rose-colored glasses, because he isn’t able to see the red flags. Or maybe he has his own reasons why he wants to be near him...(yes I’m blatantly forshadowing here).

He later texts Yeon Woo and they make a trip to “have fun with colors”. This is the first time Yeon Woo doesn’t faint, while experiencing a color rush and they goof around and hold hands and are cute together. And Yeon Woo is thinking that he would want to keep these colors and the happy feeling forever, even if that would mean that he would have to hurt Yoo Han...true love right there, people.

Alas, this trip ends and Yeon Woo returns to his tense state, worrying that he might get more and more attached to his probe. He thanks Yoo Han for this trip and wants to go, but Yoo Han isn’t ready to let him go just yet.

So, they both return to Yeon Woo’s house, thinking that the aunt is still on her “business trip”. Shortly before Yeon Woo’s father died, he painted a picture of his mother, but he never got a “real” look at it with all its colors. Yoo Han agrees to help him see the picture with “all its colors”. After a brief breakdown and Yoo Han reassuring him that he is by his side and he will be the key to his colors, the door opens. Turns out the aunt is back! You didn’t see that coming, did you?

Yeon Woo and Yoo Han try their best to keep their mono/probe status a secret. And they are as good in hiding a secret as kids are, when they give you a totally normal drink that they definitely didn’t fill with salt or dirt or something and can’t stop giggling and begging you to take a big sip.

Yeon Woo tries to act normal, even though he sees his aunt in “full color” for the first time. And Yoo Han is over there smililing like: yep, I know exactly what’s going on right now, you can thank me later.

Yeon Woo walks Yoo Han to the bus station. On their way Yeon Woo is happy to let Yoo Han know that he can still see the colors. And Yoo Han gets all excited like: OMG! That means that your feelings for me let you slowly accept it. And Yeon Woo is like: Yeah, no definitely not. Feelings for you??

They arrive at the bus station and Yoo Han has to flex with his kind of impressive knowledge about colors. After Yoo Han entered the bus, Yeon Woo’s decolerating.

Yeon Woo is again, desperately trying to cling onto the colors and has a minor breakdown. Thinking that without Yoo Han life is empty and lifeless and he’s just feels like an empty shell. And I’m here like...dude the ship is about to sail, get on board and leave as long as you can! You are already obsessed with him, please!

As he returns back to his aunt, she let’s him know that she ain’t stupid and knows that Yoo Han is his probe. Isn’t that obvious? The whole school probably knows already. I mean, look at them.

The aunt got all the brain cells and she’s like: You have to transfer schools and we have to move. Finally an adult being an adult and doing wise and good things. But oh no, it’s too late and Yeon Woo is determent to stay: “I will try my best to handle it. I’m different I’m not like other monos.” I can resist and rise above the urge.”

Huh..my dear, are we just pretending like you weren’t breaking down, because your life felt lifeless without him and you already think about keeping him? And now you are sitting there pretending you are all high and mighty and “different?” while you are obsession over the guy you met like a week ago? Lying to her saying that you can handle it and will rise above the urge, while you had a breakdown just FIVE MINUTES AGO? Mmk...

And the aunt is continuing asking the real questions: Are you not aware of the loss you’ll experience? How can you possibly handle that? And I’m like: YES! Please, help them! Go get him! But alas, my hopes crashed, because Yeon Woo starts to cry and no one can be mad at Yeon Woo when he cries. And so his aunt’s like: K, we stay.

And so these wise words were sadly too late. Yeon Woo is already in too deep. The next time he is in school, Yoo Han is not there. And he switched to full obsession mode. With a concerningly calmy voice he asks his friends: What if I kidnap Yoo Han? Like it was something totally normal to ask.

Joo Haeng tries to make this situation less weird and says: Hah..ha.. I mean, if you would kidnap him he probably would lock the door himself.

His other friend, Min Jae totally looks through this “jokes” and says: Do you really want to become a monster? That’s when Joo Haeng seems to understand that this wasn’t a joke at all. And his expression changes and you could slowly see the realisation:.haha..that’s a weird joke to make..okay..no one’s laughing..wait..you were joking right?

Yeon Woo falls more and more into the dark rabbit whole and buys a bunch off stuff that you would totally need to kidnap someone, but the seller is like: Teenagers these days. Guess, I’m minding my own business. Which I always aprove, but not in this case! Dude you live in a world with monos who go insane and kidnap their probes and you don’t wanna maybe...inform some authorities? Check his ID or call the police? Anything? No?

Espacially with so many cases popping up shouldn’t monos get asigned some therapist or counselor or someone who keeps an eye on them?

While Yeon Woo is researching how to tie a rope, his aunt comes in and asks him, if he is okay. Sweety, I love you, but he is CLEARLY NOT OKAY! She says that she can feel that something’s off. He reminds her off his mother, shortly before she brought home his father. Yeon Woo reassures her that he’s fine and not up to anything. And she just... leaves.

Yoo Han returns to school because he missed Yeon Woo - probably the way Yeon Woo stares at him. Yoo Han notices the mark on Yeon Woo’s wrist (he tried to tie the rope around his wrist to learn it) and get’s worried. But not about himself, of course. Because why would you?

And Yeon Woo’s like: I wonder how this mark seems to him. Well I’m telling you, if he isn’t running away now, don’t worry too much about Yoo Han, because I think that he really has a death wish. He would probably tie his own rope, if you ask him nicely.

Yeon Woo reminds us that he was right all along. A mono and a probe shouldn’t meet. A mono will only hurt his probe, because he doesn’t want to lose, what the probe can show him.

So, yeah. What’s the lesson here, kids? When someone tells you that they are “not good for you” or “dangerous”, believe them. Because they are.

Despite Yeon Woo’s assumptions, Yoo Han can’t read minds and that’s why he has no clue what’s going on. Instead, he lists the different shades of brown. And oh boy did this show teach me about all the different shades of colors I didn’t know existed.

Yeon Woo is seemingly melting. The two look at a picture that Yeon Woo painted of his mother in grey colors. They talk a little about how Yeon Woo sees the world, when Yoo Han isn’t there.

Despite standing so close to his probe, Yeon Woo decolerates. This catches him totally off guard and he runs away. At home, he rambles on about how he becomes a monster and that this monster is coming for Yoo Han. And that there is only one way to keep Yoo Han safe. And he uses the rope and tries to hang himself.

He wakes up in a hospital. His aunt is with him and tells him that he was out for ten days. She adds, that she knew that something was up and what he was planing. Mmhm, yeah of course. That’s what I always say when I pretend that I saw a plot twist coming. I know your game Yi Rang.

The house is back on the market and no one knows where he is (well besides the two of them ig). We follow him for an unclear amount of time. He takes pills that are supposed to help him.

Even though Yeon Woo is sad that this means goodbye Yoo Han, he accepts it, thinking that this was the only way that things could get back to normal again. What a selfless man. Putting the well being of his love before his own happiness (well it’s also better for his sanity tbh).

And that’s how it all en- Oh, right. Yoo Han is not selfless and he doesn’t care about his own well being. That’s why one night, after Yeon Woo overanalyses his current situation, someone is standing outside of his window. And surprise: It’s Yoo Han.

He climbs through the window with such grace that I thought that this might be a dream. And Yeon Woo probably felt the same, because he says that this can’t be real and that this is probably only another hallucination. But Yoo Han takes off his mask to show him, that he’s real. He is here to rescue him..from the hospital, I guess. After Yeon Woo changed, they both run to a bus station and drive off into happiness aka to the ocean.

They are planning to go to the beach, because Yoo Han wants to show Yeon Woo the real color of the ocean, but they have to stay at a hotel overnight. While Yoo Han has to sleep on the floor, he opens a little bit up about why he is here and what happened.

And what basically happened is: Yeon Woo disappeared and because he didn’t want to lose him, this was the only solution he had in mind.

The next day they both chill at the beach and it’s time for Yoo Han to show off his color-knowledge again. So he lists all the different shades of blue - well the shades he can recall. And Yoo Han says that he memorizes them and the thought of Yeon Woo would make it easier for him to do it. What a man, honestly. Like, I struggle lately with studying and concentrating and seeing him putting up with all that work for, so he can pretend that he is the master of the color-universe for two minutes or less. That’s determination.

Yeon Woo calls his aunt to make sure that she doesn’t die of a heart attack, after her nephew also disappeared and the aunt says that Yoo Han has a really powerful family and that they will press charges against Yeon Woo for kidnapping Yoo Han, if they don’t come back. Yeon Woo is upset that Yoo Han’s parents are pressing charges against something he didn’t do (well I mean he probably did it multiple times in his head).

Yoo Han FINALLY tells him the whole truth. That he is no longer interested in becoming an idol and prefers to study and (more importantly) he tells him the REAL reason why he was so eager to have Yeon Woo around him.

And get ready you guys because this will blow your minds: He isn’t able to recognize faces. Faceblindness. BUT he is ablte to see Yeon Woo’s face. Which was the reason that he was so drawn to him. Everytime they would seperate, he wouldn’t be able to remember it. Only, when he saw him in front of him (espacially when he experienced a color rush) he was able to see it.

Just imagine how lucky they are? I mean, just imagine you can’t see faces and one day you can. But only one face and this one face belongs to Yeon Woo who is just gorgeous and has a beautiful and kind soul. It could’ve been any face that he was able to see. Same goes for Yeon Woo. His probe could’ve been anyone. To be this lucky just once in life..

Yeon Woo still worries that he might get even more obsessed over time and that he might harm Yoo Han one day. But Yoo Han is like: Dude, don’t you realize how super special we are? I can only see your face and you can only see colors with my face. I don’t care. I can see your face. You can see colors. We like each other.

And so they kiss and become boyfriends and return home.

A little time jump. Yeon Woo is preparing some food for Yoo Han and talks to his aunt who is not a fan of all of this but she supports him anyways. In school Yoo Han is talking to Min Jae who is giving him the code to the rooftop door of the school, so Yeon Woo and Yoo Han can have a little date. And everything is back to normal. The mother is still missing, Joo Haeng is still treated like the least favorite child by Yoo Han. And Yeon Woo and Yoo Han still don’t attend classes.

Min Jae and Joo Haeng

Apparently Joo Haeng and Yoo Han are childhood best friends, even though Yoo Han seems to have a different definition of friends than I do. Yeon Woo meets the guys on his first day at school.

They are helping him, when he experiences a color rush. Min Jae is able to speak to his dead grandpa and gets visions form time to time. And the fact that Min Jae was able to predict the death of two students is just quickly talked about.

While Yeon Woo and Yoo Han have their moments we sometimes see Joo Haeng and Min Jae had their little “look at them being all cute and in love together” moments.

The aunt

Most of the time the aunt is away for “business trips” and Yeon Woo explains to us that she is actually looking for her sister. We never find out if she actually finds clues or why she is looking for her on an island.

Yeon Woo has many chances to tell his aunt that he has met his mono, but every time he chooses not to. Eventually she finds it out herself, after looking at Yeon Woo and Yoo Han for five minutes. And I mean, that was relatable.

When she walked in on Yeon Woo doing suspicous stuff, the only thing she says it: Don’t do anything stupid. Because that ever prevented something stupid from happening. Ma´am, if you think that he might be up to something stupid and you feel the need to point out that he shouldn’t do anything stupid why don’t you keep an eye on him???

In the end she is still a little careful about her nephew and the probe, but she accepts them being boyfriends, I guess.

Things I disliked

This show was wild ride. I even considered droping it, because I was not in the right mental state to watch a bad ending. But I made it through and I’m happy that I did. I love this show. But you know me. Nothing’s perfect.

Better built up to the drama. Even though the built up was pretty good, it would’ve been way better, if it did include the side characters more. So that the side characters could actually play an important/active role in this. Like the random nurse who was only there for exposition and only appeared when it was convenient, she could’ve seen Yeon Woo being all obsessed and talk to him or Yoo Han about it. And I mean, Min Jae was able to see visions and knew so much. He could’ve talked to Yoo Han about Yeon Woo “joking” that he would kidnap Yoo Han.

Too much plot for too little time. Most BL Kdramas have about the same length as a movie (circa 80 min.) which seems much, but really isn’t, compared to straigth Kdrama and the fact that it’s a series not a movie. It is espacially not enough, when you look at the heaviness of the plot. If you have a lighthearted and fluffy show, you don’t need to go too much into depth and make a 200 min. drama out of it. But Color Rush deals with so many heavy topics (obsession, suicide, loss). And the series is suffering because of that (so many questions left unanswered).

Like, the obvious one is that the mystery about the mother’s disappearence is never actually a plotline. The aunt runs off looking for her and Yeon Woo is sad because she’s gone but that’s it. I watched this show so many times and the more I watch it, the more questions I have... Did the mother also plan to kidnap the father? But they fell in love and got married before she could go psycho on him? Did she kill him? Is that why the mother disappeared? Did she run away because she just couldn’t live without him after he allegedly died?

And also an important questions: Why the hell, was Yoo Han so styled up in the last two episodes? He arrived with his hair styled and all dressed up like he just finished a photoshooting. Was that what was happening? Was that related to him being an idol trainee? Or was that the teenager in him trying to dress up for Yeon Woo like “well I don’t know if he is actually there but we haven’t seen in two weeks, so I gotta look breathtaking, you never know when you are going to meet the love of your life”. This is one of the questions that keep me up at night. I. Need. Answers.

I am dying to know the answer to these questions, but we have simply not enough information to guess what could’ve happened.

So yeah, they definitely have a time problem, which isn’t that uncommon for Korean BLs. Don’t get me wrong. A short serie can still be good, if it can carry the plot. It shouldn’t be too big or too heavy. But I will always prefer series that have 30+ min. per episode simply because as soon as I am invested in the episode it’s already over. Ten or fifteen minutes aren’t enough most of the time.

The ending seemed rushed, too. So many things were left unresolved. Like, Yeon Woo is still dangerous and even says that he only get’s more obsessed every day. And suddenly the parents and the aunt are totally okay that Yeon Woo and Yoo Han are together and hang out, even though they were so against it a few minutes ago. Something that could’ve been solved over time with more episodes and time.

More scenes that establish the characters and the friendship. In a short series it’s important that every scene drives the plot forward or at least establishes something important. That’s why Where Your Eyes Linger worked so well, the mains already knew each other, so you could immediately start with the plot and you didn’t need to waste time for them to meet and fall in love.

There is no room for filler or anything like that. I wish we would’ve seen more scenes with the whole friend group (all of them present) and more between Yoo Han and Yeon Woo without the color rush. Let them hang out afterwards to let them bond more. Because Yeon Woo says this very poetic thing at the end of the series: Am I obsessed with you becaue you are my probe, or am I obsessed with my probe because it’s you.

And as poetic as this sounds, it throws me off a little, since Yeon Woo and Yoo Han haven’t spent much time together to really get to know each other the answer that Yeon Woo is only obsessed with Yoo Han because of the mono/probe thing seems more believeable. The “am I obsessed with my probe because it’s you” implies that Yoo Han is special and means much to him as a person and that’s why Yeon Woo just HAs to fall for him. But they rarely spent time together that doesn’t focus on the color rush and the mono/probe part.

But then again, maybe it’s a choice to show that Yeon Woo isn’t aware that he and Yoo Han could be more than mono/probe? And that makes Yeon Woo think that he has no chance but to kidnap Yoo Han to be near him. Like, looking back, Yeon Woo never thought about it. His mother and his father (mono and probe) married, but him being in a relationship with Yoo Han still didn’t cross his mind once. He was like: We can’t see each other every day and went straight to well i don’t want to ever lose you so I gotta kidnap you.

Show more struggle. This show deals so much with internal struggle of Yeon Woo who realizes that he slowly get’s obsessed with his probe. And even though I really liked how they showed his struggle internally and externally to some extend, I wish they would’ve done more with that. I want him to have the rope ready in his backpack but not giving in to the to the urge. I want him daydreaming about kidnapping Yoo Han and really having a plan in mind.

No warning. Another thing that sort of bugged me a little was that Yeon Woo didn’t warn Yoo Han after the beginning. Just one scene were he’s like: “Dude, don’t you get it. I can’t be without you. I think about you constantly and the fear of losing the colors- of losing you is driving me insane. You need to keep your distance from now on. I can’t gurantee you that you will be safe with me and I can’t promise that I can actually resist the urge anymore.”

And then you could either seperate them or Yoo Han says smth like: “I know that feeling, I also think about you constantly and I miss you” and this just turns into a big miscomunnication/love confession-thing. Because Yoo Han really understands the feeling, since he is kind of obsessed with Yeon Woo too (because of his faceblindsness and the fact that he can only see Yeon Woo’s face) and Yeon Woo thinks that Yoo Han is not getting it and it’s a love declaration but it’s not - well it is but you get the drill.

Or, as I addressed earlier, Min Jae playing a bigger role and telling his friend that Yeon Woo is slowly going insane and thinks about kidknapping him.

And if all that doesn’t work out for some reason or it’s just...too much effort make a parallel to the one scene between the talk of Yeon Woo and his aunt at the beginning: The aunt finds the stuff that Yeon Woo baught (or she just connects the dots sooner) and she wants to talk to him. “How can you handle it?” and this time Yeon Woo says “I don’t know what to do. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t.” and they work together to make a plan. And you can still have him go to the hospital and Yoo Han coming to the rescue.

All the time, I keep asking myself, why apparently no one felt the need to inform his aunt or maybe the probe about the situation? “Hey Yoo Han, Yeon Woo was really weird today. Talked about kidnapping you, please be careful.”

Like, I watch so many BL’s and at some point the parents or the ex-girlfriend or SOMEONE is always getting involved and tries to tear the couple apart. And for once, I would be okay with this plot device of the friends being cockblocks or the aunt threatening Yoo Han to stay away from Yeon Woo ESPACIALLY IF IT’S FOR HIS OWN GOOD DAMN SAFETY! But no.

That’s all the friends needed to do. You had one job, guys, one job.

Things I liked

The music. A banger. Listen to it on Spotify almost every day. Korean BLs just have on of the best music.

The chemistry. In a short series (espacially with short episodes) a good chemistry is fundamental so we can bond faster with the characters and the relationships. And in this show where the two leads are getting obsessed over each other, so here it’s espacially important so we can feel their deep desire for each other, if you want to call it that.

Yoo Han seemed a little emotionless and stiff at times, but IIRC he’s supposed to have a hard time with all these emotions, espacially with facial expressions, which makes sense.

The rainbow scene. One of my favorite scenes by far.

the handholding. We all know that it’s about the hands with the gays. It’s all about the hands.

the colors, the hole scene looked so beautiful shot with the dark background and the blue shirt of Yoo Han and the freaking rainbow.

Yeon Woo having fun, which is a rarity in this show.

We get another glimps of how fast Yeon Woo can go from uwu to -.-. The way he smashes Yoo Han against the wall...

The display of the power dynamic and how both of them try to get the upper hand. And looking back this scene shows that Yoo Han tries to contorl his own obsession by luring Yeon Woo into accepting the deal.

The iconic lines: The colors in this world are yours to enjoy...only when I let you see them. Which was an asshole move - but dare I say it - ...kinda savage.

The storyline. Loved it. Great idea. I want more of it. I’m a sucker for soulmates. I know some think that this series was problematic and had bad writing and I respect that, but I have to disagree. Sure, it’s not perfect and definitely not a masterpiece. But it’s good, imo. The forshadowing of Yoo Han and how he from day one was so facinated by Yeon Woo and his face, that nothing could bring him to his senses to freaking run. It was cute, fun and exciting to watch. I wouldn’t mind a second season to wind up some loose ends.

The beautiful editing. I loved the editing in this one! No unecessary slapstick sounds. No unecessary music that would play randomly. Just the color rush that showed you not only what Yeon Woo was seeing, but helped you to get a deeper understanding in what was going on. It was also used to help you relate to his situation more.

The power dynamic. In this show there is a constant power change. In the begining you think that a probe should be the one with power, right? Since they have the power to let their mono see colors and take them away from them. The monos want something from them and that gives them power. Probe > Mono

But you learn that monos get obsessed and can be extremely dangerous and therefore many probes should run from their mono. Giving the power to the monos. Mono > Probe

In this series, it at first seems like Yoo Han (the probe) holds the power since he is constantly trying to be around Yeon Woo and demostrates his power (the rainbow scene). Probe > Mono

But the more episodes you watch, you realize that Yeon Woo gets more and more obsessed, means that he is dangerous. He could hurt Yoo Han any time. So it seems that Yeon Woo was in power all along. Mono > Probe

BUT in the last episode Yoo Han explains that he can only see Yeon Woo’s face and as soon as they seperate he forgets his face. This would further proof that Yeon Woo has the upper hand here. BUT the thing is, they are sort of equals here. Yeon Woo has the “power” to let Yoo Han see his face and taking it away his face from Yoo Han. This means that in some way both hold kind of some power in their relationship making it somewhat equal, which is important. Yeon Woo = Yoo Han

And I think that’s beautiful. A relationship needs to consist of two equals. It can’t be healthy if one is always the one in charge and the other has no say in things.

The Color-Talks. I read a few post complaining that the series was wasting time by talking too much about colors. And I can kinda agree that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but in this show they did it for a reason. They could’ve cut it out, but it was important. The series is called Color Rush (look at the name, read it again, think about it, reread it, take it in and exhale it and now look in the mirror and answer the question: What is this show about?). Take I Told Sunset About You they also talk a lot about the chinese letters and what they mean and how you write them, would you consider that a waste of time? Maybe, but it’s not.

I’m actually glad that they didn’t cut it out. Just imagine one scene like this: “Oh there are many different shades of brown. There is chocolate, caramel, cinnamon [cut] and the last one is chestnut.” It would not only take away the flow but also feel somewhat half-assed and undermine the importance of this for Yeon Woo, who learns about the colors for the fist time. It means the world to him.

Also that they thought about the ten different shades of grey fits perfectly and seems well thought through. It makes perfect sense that people who are only able to see grey, would try to name the different shades.

It’s about the hands.

And this aren’t all of them. Do I have to say more?

That’s all I have to say about this series. Check out my other reviews.

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you. [tom holland] - three.

PAIRING: tom holland x female!celebrity!reader

SUMMARY: ah, to be young and in love. it sounds great if only you and tom were actually dating out of pure love and not for the sheer reputation of your careers. it also should be great if you two actually got along, but life isn’t that easy.

WARNINGS: mostly swearing! mentions of alcohol! a bit of fluff, a bit of angst. it’s haters to lovers / fake dating au so take that information as you wish!

WORD COUNT: 1632

SONG INSPO: our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn’t get sued - fall out boy

A/N: aaah, hello babes! i have been writing a lot since the new year ngl, it is so refreshing to just write and not stress about stuff. although that’ll change as i head back to university tomorrow [technically today lmao] and face a shit ton of papers and readings!!! anyways, happy reading and enjoy part three!

gif credits @peteparkrrs

“Why, I found a solution to your problems, my dears.” Zoë smiled, almost too sickly.

You were starting to get anxious. Is it your manager or is it because of the coffee? Probably both.

You waited for her to continue and what she said afterwards almost made you spat your drink.

“You and Tom will fake-date for damage control,” Zoë said as if it was the most obvious solution.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, practically choking on your drink. Has she gone mad?!

“You,” Your manager pointed at you “and Tom” She then gestured to the devil sitting beside you “will be acting as a fake couple.”

“God, please tell me this is just a horrible dream.” You practically begged as you closed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that you’re just asleep and this, whatever this is, will be over as soon as you open your eyes.

“How did you two end up to this conclusion, may I ask?” Tom asked, equally appalled at the resolution that was dropped in front of you two.

“It’s the only thing that made sense after the theatrics that you two pulled,” Matthew spoke up. “Setting the illusion that you two are secretly dating and got into a small fight last night, which ended up with Y/N pouring her drink on Tom.”

“That was a small fight? What if we had a big one?” Tom scoffed “Will she kill me then?”

You smirked at him. “Why, that’s the first thing that I liked from all of the nonsense you just said.”

Tom rolled his eyes at you. “I still don’t see how dating for publicity solves what happened last night,” Tom spoke up, in which you had to agree. None of it made sense after all.

“Then how exactly are you two going to explain the scene from last night?” Zoë asked with her arms crossed.

“I’ll be glad to confirm to the world that Tom Holland is an asshole since he called me a leech,” You said almost nonchalantly. People were starting to paint Tom as the bad guy in the narrative, and all four you were aware of it.

“No one will be telling anything,” Tom jeered. “No one will be telling anything because it’s none of their business. They shouldn’t care about these things in the first place.”

“Hate to break it to ‘ya, bud, but see this?” You showed him your phone, the screen showing Twitter’s trending tab and there it showed over a hundred thousand tweets about you two. “People made it already their business.”

Tom massaged his temples. “What, are you on board with this idea now?”

“Fuck no,” You hissed. “As much as I hate to say this but Holland’s right, we don’t have to anything about this.”

“You two don’t have a choice,” Matthew commented. “If you two chose to disregard this, the people wouldn’t let this go. It will always be asked in interviews, they would only speculate more.”

“God, why did you even go to that specific club.” You grumbled at Tom. “Of all clubs in Los Angeles.”

“Why are you putting this on me? None of this would’ve happened if it wasn’t for you!” Tom argued.

“I wouldn’t have done what I did if it wasn’t for your stupid mouth!” You were fuming.

“Look, it’s a win-win for both of you. Tom will clear up his image by giving an impression of how your little couple’s argument escalated. As for Y/N, she’ll be receiving a lot of publicity for this. It’s good for a rising-star to have this much publicity.” Zoë proclaimed.

“Jesus, you really are a leech,” Tom mumbled under his breath. However, you still caught it.

“Call me that one more time and I swear you’ll be going home with not only ruined clothes but also with a bruise on your precious face.” You threatened, narrowing your eyes at him.

“So it’s settled then?” Matthew asked, “You two are going to do it?”

Tom just shrugged, probably defeated knowing he won’t stand a chance in this argument. He does have this reputation to uphold and he’s not going to let someone ruin it.

You, however, felt too brave. You shook your head no and said, “You can’t make me.”

Zoë raised her eyebrow at you, taking it as a challenge. “Try me.”

“Remember to hold hands, kids!” Zoë said giddily as she waved goodbye.

“I am going to kill her,” You gritted in between your teeth as you left the building with the devil quickly fixing his hair.

“I might actually take you up on that and add my manager into the mix,” Tom grumbled and adjusted his shirt. Tom decided to leave his jacket at the office and figured that a white shirt paired with denim pants was enough. He claims that he looks toned down and his outfit is so casual that people might not notice him.

You begged to differ. Even if he is just wearing a plain shirt and the most basic denim pants, Tom will still attract people’s attention. The fabric of his shirt clung to his body like second skin. It shows how fit he is and you weren’t one to deny that.

No matter how little effort Tom puts in regards to dressing himself, he still looked good. That annoyed you.

“Okay, so the first thing to get this ship sailing-” Zoë stopped and turned to Matthew, “Hah, get it, Matt? I learned it from the internet. Apparently, a ‘ship’ is slang for relationship.” She raved.

“Oh, that’s sick.” Matthew agreed.

You let out a huge groan. “God, it’s like watching my parents learn internet lingo all over again.” Not to mention having flashbacks of your early internet days, stumbling over Tumblr with ‘Destiel’ mentioned everywhere. What a time.

Tom, on the other hand, had his face buried in his hand. He seemed like he was equally embarrassed and frustrated with this entire situation.

“You two are going to have lunch together at this newly opened restaurant. It’s not far from here, don’t worry.” Zoë stated. She mentioned the name of the place, also adding the fact that you and Tom had to walk there.

“You want us to walk?! This whole area is crawling with paparazzi.” Tom noted.

“You two will be fine, they can’t hurt you.” Zoë dismissed you two.

“The restaurant is a couple of blocks away,” You pointed out after searching the place on Google maps.

“See it as a quick exercise,” Matthew implored. “You two are young, you’ll manage.”

So here are you both now. You were walking with a complete asshole, who’s apparently now your boyfriend, on the way to this restaurant and waiting to be devoured by paparazzi.

It was a quiet walk if you two were being honest. You expected more irritating remarks from Tom and you were ready to give out your snarkiest replies, however, you two were now walking in silence.

It was actually a nice day in Los Angeles. It wasn’t too hot and humid, unlike most days. It wasn’t also that busy in the streets, which is odd, you thought. The day was perfect-too perfect.

Well, it was until you saw a man with a camera hiding behind one of the parked cars along the street.

Tom seemed to take notice of the figure you just saw and put on a neutral face. “It’s showtime,” Tom said under his breath, loud enough for you two to hear.

You two were walking alongside each other with close proximity, yes, but you weren’t going to hold hands. As much as to Zoë’s dismay, you thought and restraining yourself from rolling your eyes.

You could hear the clicks of the camera and with every step, it seemed like the number of clicks multiplied. It only made you feel uneasy, you felt your chest tightening.

You suddenly wished that you never agreed to this, no matter how much they pressured you. You didn’t mind your state of fame before. A handful of people recognize you from the Sci-Fi Thriller, Alchemist. You were also known for your Twitter and how you absolutely gave no fucks with whatever you tweet. Zoë had a problem with that before, but she just let it go since your account says a lot about your personality.

However, none of that bothered you. You liked that people recognized you but still managed to get on with your life without getting disrupted.

Tom glanced at you, noticing how you seemed like you were out of it. He could sense that you were taking deeper breaths than you did before. He frowned, Is she not used to this? Tom wondered. He carefully thought of what to do and just mumbled “Oh, fuck it,” and reached for your hand.

It caught you off-guard. Oh boy, did you react so rashly.

“What the hell are you doing, Holland?” You asked as you yanked your hand back.

“I’m trying to help you,” He grumbled as he took your hand again, holding it firmly this time. “You looked like you were about to have a panic attack. I figured you’d rather have your attention somewhere else.”

“What if people see and-”

“And what?” Tom cut you off, “They assume that we’re dating? Aren’t we supposed to be, princess?”

You weren’t expecting Tom to wrap his hand around yours nor did you expect him to help you ease your nerves down, so you ended up staring at him. You were trying to figure out what kind of stunt is he trying to pull now.

He turned his attention to you, his brows knitted slightly. “Why are you staring, princess?” He chuckled softly, amused at the confusion painted on your face.

What are you trying to do, Holland? You thought.

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staytheb · 3 years

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Moonlight Melody - final chapter

Word Count: 6,035 previous chapter

Moonlight Melody masterlist.

once again, semi-proofread, but thanks for the patience of reading this as it isn’t as exciting as others or as romantic, but i still had fun with this. anyways, Joohyun maybe getting that revenge and possibly a new love life all thanks to Grim Reaper Jessica. happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Joohyun returned to work the following Monday without worrying too much of what happened a couple of days ago. She happily greeted Wendy like always.

"Good morning, Wendy."

"Morning, Joohyun. By the way, Mr. Park would like to speak with you in his office when you clocked in."

"As in right now?"

"Yes."

"Okay, thank you."

Joohyun cast Wendy a smile before heading to Jinyoung's office. Joohyun thought of many reasons on why he could've called for her, but none of them ended nicely. She thought of the two special agents' visit and hoped it wasn't that, or yet the incident that happened in the park. She sighed feeling anxious and nervous. When Joohyun arrived outside Jinyoung's office, she knocked until she heard a 'come in', and entered the large room. She was greeted by a pensive looking Jinyoung

"Good morning, Mr. Park."

"Morning."

He motioned for her to take a seat. Just as she sat he asked a question right away.

"Why don't you carry around a MOLDIR bag, Ms. Bae?"

"Pardon?"

Jinyoung repeated his question with a calmer tone and relaxed manner.

"Oh, I just never thought about it, Mr. Park."

"It's been a little over a month since you've started, perhaps, do you not own one?"

"No, I actually do own one, but I've hardly used it since receiving it."

"Great to hear. That's lovely to know. Starting tomorrow please use the bag whenever you come in for work."

Joohyun wasn't sure why that was a big deal, but figured it might just be to promote the brand within it's employees on the outside. Still, her lead supervisor looked just as well as he always did, but had figured he would ask her about that incident at the park. Joohyun recalled Flesh's words and assumed the gemstone had taken care of the whole thing.

"Yes, sir. Is that what you wanted to speak to me about?"

"No."

"Um, what else is there you would like to discuss?"

"Ah, yes. Please order lunch for all the departments today as well as for our meetings. The lists should be ready for you to take care of it. We'll be having our last meeting for the showroom this Friday to discuss the final arrangements."

"Isn't Bogum usually in charged of doing that?"

"Well, Bogum is taking care of other things per Jaejoong and unavailable. I'm too busy with other projects on top of this one. So I'm assigning you this minor task due to your accountability and for the fact that I know you'll get it done right away."

Jinyoung then slid a platinum silver card across his desk towards Joohyun with a bright smile.

"You can use this for the time being, Ms. Bae."

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"Alright. All set."

Joohyun told herself after having placed a meal set at each seat around one end of table as there weren't going to be that many people sitting in on the meeting. Joohyun gathered a variety of non-alcoholic beverages to ensure quality thinking without being under the influence. She also included silverware, napkins, and other things to make it more accommodating. She even set the cart with extras to the side if wanted more.

"Thank you, Ms. Bae." Jinyoung thanked her as he arrived first to check up on her and ready for the meeting.

He handed Joohyun a piece of paper.

"By the way this is your list of work assignments to do after checking on the products' log for the showroom this Friday."

"Ah, yes, sir."

"Wonderful. Now, please grab yourself something to eat, too, before returning to work."

"Will, do, sir. Thank you."

Jinyoung cast her a smile as Joohyun did as told.

~~~~~~~~~

Joohyun had just finished relieving herself after eating lunch and was about to exit the bathroom stall when she overheard Jisoo's name being brought up by some of their other female colleagues as they entered the restroom. Joohyun realized that Jisoo wasn't in today, no mentioned of her, and wondered if she was permanently let go. Soon Joohyun recognized the voices to be, Yeeun, Yeonjoo, Eunsoo, and Sonee.

"Kim Jisoo got let go because she tried to hook up with Mr. Prince."

Eunsoo spoke first while using the nickname they call Jinyoung by with the other three gasping in shock.

"What?"

"No way."

"You're lying."

Eunsoo continued.

"I'm not. It's the truth. Well, that's what I heard from Lisa."

Eunsoo chuckled before speaking again.

"Anyways, forget her. Did y'all hear about that Joohyun girl was invited to Jinyoung's office."

"The New Girl was alone with Mr. Prince his office? No way."

Yeeun spoke next followed by Sonee.

"Yeah, it's true! I even heard that she even used his platinum."

"You're joking, right?"

Yeonjoo asked with a disgusted tone.

"There's no way she's in the same league as him."

Sonee continued from before.

"He asked her to buy lunch. He could've asked me. I would've done it."

The other three dismissed her as Eunsoo spoke while the quartet re-touched their makeup instead of actually using the bathroom.

"Do y'all remember the second week where her fashion sense was total nonsense?"

"Oh, yeah." Yeeun agreed.

"It was like she got them out of a vintage boutique going out of business."

Joohyun frowned at the memory. It wasn't a fond one, but it wasn't like she had wanted it to happen that way either. At the time she had bitten into one of wishing rubies for the latest fashion trend from the magazine her mother had given her, but didn't realized it was dated from a decade ago. With the same gem a small bite reverted her back to her previous wardrobe after being teased a day later. Joohyun didn't get why she even wanted to change up her style to something not her in the first place.

"She's so plain and weird." Yeonjoo stated with a proud tone.

"I have better fashion sense than her."

"I heard she slept her way through the screening to get the job." Sonee gossiped.

"No way?"

The others gasped.

"How?"

"Yeah, well it was because of Bogum. He said something the next day that she started." Sonee explained.

"I knew her innocent act was a gimmick. She's a really cunning woman." Yeeun spat out with a bitter tone.

"Bogum was right about her," Eunsoo made a disgusted face, "We definitely need to watch out for her."

"I wouldn't worry so much."

Yeonjoo calmly assured them.

"Bogum said that she was on her way out soon."

"Why?" The others asked.

"I heard his girlfriend, Lee Hyeri, will be starting soon. Yeonjoo explained.

The four continued to talk as they continued doing their make-up.

"Why would she work here?"

"Yeah, I mean, wasn't she modeling, too?"

"Oh, no, I heard that someone else was chosen instead of her."

"What? No way. You're totally lying about that!"

"I'm not lying!"

"Wow, that's just so sad."

"Who could be more fitting than her?"

"It's because I overheard Bogum blaming that Bae Joohyun for taking his girlfriend's spot."

"Wait, so you're saying that it should've been Lee Hyeri and not Bae Joohyun."

"Yes. Absolutely."

"You're not serious, right?"

"There's no way that Bae Joohyun is model status over Lee Hyeri. You gotta be joking."

"I'm not."

Just as one of them was going to badmouth Joohyun again, the quartet heard one the stall's door opening to reveal Wendy coming out of it. She ignored them as she washed her hands, but that didn't mean she couldn't say something.

"I didn't know MOLDIR had such a gossip circle that loved to talk more than they loved to work."

Wendy pushed her way in-between Yeonjoo and Yeeun to wash her hands as she watched them through the mirror with a firm look.

"Should I report to President Kim himself of where the rumor mill starts?"

The quartet scoffed.

"Like you're in the position to tell us off." Yeeun commented with a smug looked as she put on my mascara.

"Yeah. You're just a receptionist." Eunsoo added while adding on some more lip gloss.

"Who's been with the company for years," Sonee began as Yeonjoo finished, "Yet stuck in the same position."

"Even so, I'm quite happy working for MOLDIR and with the others that aren't you." Wendy stated before giving them an amused look.

"By the way, y'all got something on your faces and it isn't that appealing or good for the brand's image."

Wendy dried her hands and left with a small smile as the quartet glared after her wondering what she had meant about what was on their faces. The quartet faced the mirror again, but this time their once beautified looks were exaggerated and of bright colors. As if they were getting ready to party the night away or join a circus. The group let out small cries and yells of seeing their new appearances and fought over one another to remove the excess make-up from their faces.

Joohyun jumped upon hearing their shrill voices and wondered what had just happened. She chose to stay where she was as to not get caught and in the middle of whatever was going on with them until it was over. Unbeknownst to them was that an invisible mischievous white feline had taken it upon his paws to mess with the quartet. He figured that if he couldn't actively participate in this assignment, then he for sure was gonna mess with those that hinder Joohyun from accomplishing it.

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"It's not gonna bother me. I won't be bother by their gossip or what Bogum's been saying."

Joohyun repeated for the nth time since she was able to escape the restroom and catalog the items for the showroom. Still, it kept eating at her about the rumors her ex-boyfriend was spouting. Despite Wendy's attempt in the restroom, it stung just a bit. Joohyun knew there were people like this, but she just wished people would mind their own business. So when she finished cataloging was when she overheard a few other colleagues whispering about it that she had had enough of the gossip and was going to clear it all up. Joohyun found Bogum on the main floor with quite a few on-lookers witnessing the interaction.

"Bogum." Joohyun called his name when she spotted her ex-boyfriend.

Bogum shot her a bored look before returning to inspecting a handbag before him.

"I'm busy. I don't have time for you."

"I don't care."

Joohyun countered.

"I know that we broke up, but you don't have to go around spreading rumors about me when you're the one that broke it off and cheated on me."

"You're delusional." Bogum argued with shifty eyes after realizing there were others around.

"Why would I ever date someone like you?"

"Why are you acting like you're so much better than me?"

"Because I am."

Before Joohyun could counter a female voice interrupted her as Hyeri suddenly appeared by Bogum's side.

"Darling," Hyeri cooed with a slight pout.

"What's taking you so long? I've been waiting forever."

"It's nothing, sweetheart. Just dealing with incompetent workers."

Bogum shot Joohyun a disgusted look.

"She does look incompetent."

Hyeri commented with a snooty attitude before really looking at Joohyun as her face sour.

"Hey, you're the one that took my spot for that MOLDIR summer photoshoot."

"It was unintentional. The photographer thought I was a better fit."

"You? That's laughable! I actually look like I own the products unlike you."

Everyone in the office were watching the scene with high interest as even more entered the room to check it out. Something in Joohyun seemed to have sparked a backbone.

"If that was so, then why was I the one actually modeling with the products instead of you?"

"Look, you don't know who you're messing with, but I would refrain from doing anything stupid as I can ruin your life in an instant."

Hyeri threatened as Joohyun grew annoyed at the situation.

"I don't really care who you are and no one's gonna ruin my life. I am going to ruin the both of yours though."

"How?"

Something inside Joohyun manifested with rage, anger, and maybe just built up emotions from the past six years which caused a whirlwind to suddenly appear around them causing everything to stop moving except her. The black coin given to her by Hibiscus appeared before her as it suddenly transformed to a USB drive with Hibiscus hovering next to it. This snapped Joohyun as she stared at the surrounding around her.

"Um, what just happened?"

"The coin has shown what it's intended for your revenge." Hibiscus answered with a wicked grin.

Suddenly Eclare poofed right next to the USB drive while laughing evilly as he smacked the drive which multiplied into a second one.

"Ooh, Ms. Watermelon, this revenge is going to be sweet. He'll never bother you ever again!"

Eclare disappeared soon after with his mechanical laughter lingering before fading out completely. Joohyun just stared at the green-eyed pup wondering what had just happened.

"Yeah, Eclare gets like that when he finds really good dirt." Hibiscus explained before continuing.

"Anyways, usually Reaper J would be here to take care of this part, but she had something to take care of concerning a pink panda or something, but yeah. So, time is paused momentarily, but when it does resume I want you to throw this at your ex-boyfriend after saying 'you reap what you sow' when the two of you are actually alone or there's a dire situation."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

The green-eyed pup stared at her.

"You did well, Ms. Watermelon."

Hibiscus suddenly poofed away just as Ukulele instantly took his spot a moment later. Joohyun stared at the blue-eyed pup with confusion.

"Although confusing, but you're almost done, Ms. Watermelon," Ukulele spoke, "But there's two more things to take care of for right now."

"Like what?"

"You still have some items left over from taking on your revenge that will help you out with your situation."

The remaining two ruby gemstones appeared on either side of the USB drive as Ukulele gave out instructions.

"First, eat one and make a wish for this scene to be erased from everyone's mind that witnessed and or even heard about it."

Joohyun nodded as she plucked one of the two rubies from the air and did as she was told.

"Second, wish to have more faith in yourself and to be the you that you desire to be to continue living life."

Joohyun smiled upon hearing those words and instantly made the second wish with her whole heart. Ukulele shot her a smile with a wink.

"You got this, Ms. Watermelon."

Ukulele poofed away with Hibiscus returning along with Eclare.

"I'm here to let you know when we'll go back, but Eclare has some words for you." Hibiscus explained.

"Yeah, that ex-boyfriend of yours is straight trash."

Eclare stated with a laugh.

"You really won't have to worry about him or that new girlfriend of his ever again, Ms. Watermelon. Live a very good long life and don't linger on the past too much. By the way, one of these things is yours and the other is for him."

Eclare soon poofed away after speaking just as Blanc appeared.

"Yo, since everyone's saying words or whatever, it was me that messed up those girls' make-up. They won't ever gossip ever again either."

Blanc shot her a wink.

"Laters, Ms. Watermelon. It was fun while it lasted and wished I could've done more for ya."

Blanc poofed away leaving only her and Hibiscus after speaking.

"Ready?"

Joohyun inhaled and exhaled before nodding.

"Ready."

"3, 2, 1, time flows again."

Joohyun caught both of the thumb drives as she placed one into her pant pocket before facing the pair with the other in had. She looked at Bogum with disdain.

"What are you looking at?"

Bogum asked although there was a hint of fear in his tone. Luckily for him, Hyeri wasn't scared.

"Look, back off or I will make your life a living hell."

"Try me."

Joohyun stared her down before tossing the USB drive at Bogum.

"That's for you."

"You're so annoying. I told you to back off."

Hyrei shoved Joohyun to the ground a moment later.

"What's going on here?"

Jaejoong's sudden voiced asked loudly upon arriving on the floor and seeing his employees standing around. Jinyoung along with others part of the meeting arrived a few seconds later. The others employees looked dumbfounded and weren't sure why they were there in the first place. None of them knew how to respond to Jaejoong. Jaejoong's eyes landed on the trio and he made his way over along with Jinyoung as he was the first one to help Joohyun to her feet.

"Are you, alright, Ms. Bae?"

"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Park."

Jaejoong's eyes shifted to and fro from Bogum and Joohyun.

"Is there something here I need to intervene in?"

"Sorry, sir. It was just that Joohyun wanted to cause trouble." Bogum explained with a nervous tone.

"Is that so, Ms. Bae?"

Jaejoong focused his attention onto Joohyun, but she was calm.

"No, sir, it was not. I wanted to clear up the rumors that were misspoken about me due to Bogum."

"Lies, sir. Anyways," Bogum re-directed the subject, "This is Lee Hyeri and she's the one that's supposed to replaced Joohyun right away."

"Hello, President Kim. I'm Lee Hyeri." Hyeri introduced herself.

Jaejoong ignored her with his eyes on Bogum.

"Since when was this discussed?"

"Well, I, um, I, sir-"

"You're suspended until further notice, Park Bogum."

Jaejoong interrupted his employee with slight annoyance as his attention went to Hyeri.

"As for you, if you depended on him to get you a job here, then you're wrong. I don't care for whatever connections you may think will work, but MOLDIR does not run like that or ever will."

Jaejoong held up a hand to shut down Bogum and Hyeri from talking again.

"Now, get out of my sight before things become worser than before."

Bogum immediately left with Hyeri despite the woman wanting to rant, but Bogum was not having it. As for Joohyun, she wasn't sure what had just occured just now, but it felt relieving nevertheness.

"Everyone, please return to what you were doing." Jaejoong ordered as everyone minded their own business again.

Jaejoong looked over at Joohyun.

"Ms. Bae, you're free to take the rest of today off."

"Sir?"

"Have a good day.

Joohyun looked over at Jinyoung when Jaejoong walked away.

"Don't worry, Ms. Bae, do as he says." Jinyoung assured her as Joohyun nodded.

~~~~~~~~~

"That's a lot of paperwork to do."

Joohyun spoke aloud upon returning to work a few days later and seeing the assignments she was informed to do. Despite taking the rest of the day off the other day, Jaejoong had actually notified her to rest for the next two days. Today was now Friday.

"Good morning, Ms. Bae."

Jinyoung's voice greeted and Joohyun greeted him back.

"Good morning, Mr. Park."

She pointed at the papers on her desk.

"Doesn't Nayeon, Jihyo, and Momo usually take care of this?"

"They do, but they've been swamped with taking care of Bogum's work as well. So, for the moment, I've assigned a partial of their easier workload over to you."

"Ah, I see."

"Will that be a problem?"

"Oh, no. I should be fine."

"Do let me know if you have any questions, Ms. Bae."

"Will, do, sir."

Jinyoung cast her a small smile before walking away. Joohyun sat at her desk and went through the pile to figure out how to go about it.

~~~~~~~~~

"This is a lot more work than I thought."

Joohyun muttered to herself while making photocopies of one of the assignments. Her comment wasn't intended to be heard, but it was.

"Is that so, Ms. Bae?"

Joohyun's head jerked to look over at an amused Jinyoung as he joined in the printer room.

"That's not what I meant, sir. I feel like a secretary slash personal assistant slash regular worker since assisting Momo, Jihyo and Nayeon."

"Like I mentioned the other day, Ms. Bae, you have accountability unlike the others here at the company."

Joohyun just nodded not sure how to respond.

"President Kim is actually considering promoting you to be his secretary."

"What? Why?"

Joohyun stopped gathering the paper while organizing them to stare at her lead supervisor. Jinyoung was amused before replying.

"You're responsible, have good work ethics, and again that accountability trait of yours. You also don't complain and let me know when you have questions or concerns."

"But aren't there others that could be his secretary? I mean, Minji, Sua, and Yoohyeon are just as incredible as I am."

Then it hit her that Bogum may have been fired instead of suspended.

"Wait, what about Bogum? He's still just suspended, right?"

"Let's not worry about him and as for those that you've mentioned, they're still candidates for the position. More importantly, I should worry as I'll be losing you as a key worker on my team."

Jinyoung's words caused Joohyun to feel weirdly about how he said it.

"Well, um, I'm sure you'll find someone else to replace me, sir, if that was to happen."

"What if I don't want to replace you? What if I reject the idea of you being a candidate for President Kim's secretary?"

Joohyun stared at Jinyoung with widened eyes. How was she supposed to respond to that?

"I will admit that I'll be envious as you're a hard-worker, Ms. Bae, but there's something about your overall character that's charming. Almost like, a spell was cast upon me."

Joohyun felt happy upon hearing the praises until she heard the last part remembering what she actually did with the doll given by Flesh.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Park, but I need to get these to Mr. Yoon. Excuse me."

Joohyun gathered her papers and left in a hurry while leaving Jinyoung to watch her back puzzled. Shortly afterwards Jinyoung heard one of the printing machine start up reminding him he needed to return to work as well. Joohyun avoided Jinyoung while making sure her work got done and Jinyoung picked up on it. Still, he didn't approach Joohyun and gave her space.

~~~~~~~~~

"What am I supposed to do?"

Joohyun asked herself along with other questions in regards to what had occured earlier today at work upon heading home. She didn't have time to ponder on it longer as when she returned home, Bogum was waiting outside her apartment complex.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him as she got closer.

Bogum's appearance was disheveled and seemed like he hadn't showered in days. There was also a crazy look in his eyes when he faced her.

"Bogum..." Joohyun tentatively said his name once more, but kept her distance.

Bogum pointed an accusing finger at her while tossing the thumb drive in her direction that she had thrown at him the day he got suspended.

"You've gone too far, Pyo Chooyun."

Joohyun didn't bother to catch the small device and left it on the ground where it landed nor bother correcting her name. She became cautious of his behavior while not saying anything in response and let him continued ranting.

"First you sabotage my career at MOLDIR leading me to be fire due to embezzlement."

Bogum stated while running a hand through his hair.

"Then you ruin my credit by opening fake offshore bank accounts causing me trouble with the police."

He clicked his tongue with disgust.

"But the kicker is that I can't believe you would fabricate those ridiculous images to make it seem like Hyeri was cheating on me."

"I thought you were just dumb and stupid, but really you're a manipulate and crazy bitch with no life."

Joohyun took small steps back.

"Because of you I confronted Hyrei about it and she left me. Said that she didn't want to be with me because I no longer work for MOLDIR. That I have no status anymore due to being chased and hounded by the police and loan-sharks."

Bogum let out a mechanical laugh.

"Ha. Like it was my fault? My life was perfect before you got involved and came to ruin it after the break-up."

He then cast her a deranged look.

"You should've left me alone when I kicked you out of my home."

He wagged his index finger at her.

"I'll show you the hell that you've just put me through."

Bogum charged at her and Joohyun quickly turned around to get away from her ex-boyfriend. Somehow in her paniced state she remembered what Hibiscus told her the other day and reached for the other thumb drive in her bag. She pulled it out and whipped around to face Bogum.

"You reap what you sow."

She flung it at the charging Bogum which made contact with him and instantly time once again froze. Grim Reaper Jessica materialized beside her as her eyes landed on both figures before focusing on Joohyun.

"Are you ready to complete the revenge, Bae Joohyun?"

Joohyun nodded quickly as Grim Reaper Jessica motioned for the USB drive thrown at Bogum to come towards her. The grim reaper presented the item towards Joohyun.

"Now like how you would toss this into a pool of water, wish for the last desire of this revenge, and toss it."

Joohyun slowly took the item, closed her eyes to make the wish, and tossed it into the air after doing so. Quickly, a fiery red light exploded from the device causing a strong gust of wind to blow by taking Bogum away. Grim Reaper Jessica smirked before de-materializing away just as Joohyun opened her eyes. Time continued and she looked around her with an unsure expression, but her heart finally felt at ease.

~~~~~~~~~

"Where am I?! Who did this?!" Bogum screamed as he ran around the dark area that the wind had brought him to.

"BAEK JUYEON!"

"Even after all this time you still can't remember her name."

Grim Reaper Jessica stated from behind Bogum who suddenly swirled around to face her.

"Tsk, tsk. What a pathetic man."

"Who are you?" Bogum asked before giving her a once over with a laugh.

"What the hell are you supposed to be? A wannable rockstar or something?"

Grim Reaper Jessica smirked as the air around them suddenly grew colder while the the skies became darker and began thundering. Bogum nervously glanced around him as he shivered upon the sudden temperature change. He let out a yelp upon seeing the three hellhounds at his feet with their colored eyes glowing even brightly than before as they bared their teeth.

"What are those?" Bogum pointed at the hellhounds.

"Call them back! Call them back!"

Grim Reaper Jessica laughed as she began walking around Bogum while the pups stayed in their spots, but no longer bared their teeth.

"This isn't funny! I'm being serious!"

The grim reaper stopped as she shot the man a dark look.

"So am I."

"What do you want from me?"

"To repent."

"For what? What did I do?"

"You tell me."

Grim Reaper Jessica said as she motioned with her hand like she was swiping digitally in the air as several rectangles appeared in the air like a movie projection was on. Before Bogum's eyes were clips of his life playing out for him. He witnessed the actions and crimes he had done to which he blamed Joohyun for fabricating, but were all true. Then they changed to show how he had treated Joohyun and Hyrei both differently. It changed again to how he had treated Joohyun since she started her job at MOLDIR.

"What is this crap?"

Bogum demanded as he swiped at the see-through screens, but the images continued to play on despite his frivolous swiping.

"Stop this! It's that stupid woman's fault! Argh!"

Grim Reaper Jessica closed her fist and the clips disappeared.

"Stupid woman?"

She repeated.

"Yeah, pretty stupid for falling for a pathetic guy like you."

"I am not pathetic."

"Sure you aren't."

Gim Reaper Jessica rushed towards him and pushed him causing him to fall and it seemed like forever until he hit solid ground. Bogum stood and noticed that he was in Hyeri's apartment. Confused, he walked around the apartment and heard laughter coming from her bedroom. He walked towards the bedroom with unsteady steps. He gulped as he got closer and closer while the laughter got louder and louder. When he pushed open the door he saw Hyeri in bed with another man. She was laughing with the other man about something he couldn't hear.

Anger flared within in as his was the other man that he was being cheated on. Bogum remembered his face in the images that Joohyun had given to him on the thumb drive. He marched over to the bed to punch the guy, but hit air. He tried again, but nothing. Next he tried to pull Hyeri away, but nothing. He roared in frustration and rushed forward only to fall through them and ended back at where he was previously before the grim reaper had pushed him.

"It isn't fun when it happens to you, too, huh?"

Grim Reaper Serena taunted.

"You reaped what you sowed."

When those words left her mouth something riled up in Bogum and he charged at Grim Reaper Jessica, but before he could touch her the three hellhounds lunged at him and pinned him down.

"Get them off! I said get them off of me!" Bogum screamed as the pups snarled in response.

Grim Reaper Jessica hovered above him with a wicked smile.

"Will you repent for your sins, Park Bogum?"

"I'm not going to do anything you weirdo!"

"Tch. Too bad, my punishments are less severe. Well, enjoy Hell. It's hotter than the summers you've experienced thus far."

"Hell? What do you me-ahhhh!"

The ground beneath Bogum opened and he fell through. When he landed he instantly stood up to see a brooding man sitting upon a throne.

"Where am I now?"

"Well, why Hell of course, Park Bogum."

Lucifer grinned while sweeping a hand to indicate his dark kingdom as he stood and began making his way towards Bogum.

"Welcome to an eternity of damnation."

Before Bogum could protest he was consumed by the Flames of Hell and transported elsewhere within the underworld.

~~~~~~~~~

"Ugh."

Joohyun winced in pain as she felt a burning sensation upon her left shoulder blade.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Her mother asked as they were eating dinner.

"I think I'm just sore."

She reassured her mother as to not worry her as they continued eating. Some time later Joohyun forgotten about the burning sensation when she got out of the shower and when wrapping a towel around her body she saw a small black marking. The insignia was of a star with a crescent moon beneath not bigger than an inch. It looked like a tattoo and was still slightly red around the edges.

"Is this what the grim reaper meant about the revenge being finalized?"

Joohyun mumbled as she pressed a finger to the design, but nothing happened.

"It's really is going to stay with me until I die."

When Joohyun got dressed, readied for bed, and was about to turn off the light she almost let out a scream when she saw Blanc sitting on her night stand with a bored face. Joohyun quickly sat up in bed as her eyes flickered around the room and spotted Grim Reaper Jessica sitting at the foot of her bed while petting Eclare.

"What are you doing here?" Joohyun asked once she calmed herself down.

"Just checking on you for the last time." The grim reaper responded with a kind smile.

"How do you feel now?"

"Do you normally do this?"

"Some times."

Joohyun regarded the grim reaper for a bit and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm feeling fine, but..."

"But you're thinking about what Park Jinyoung had said earlier?"

Grim Reaper Jessica concluded as she snapped her fingers to pull up a different color folder than last tme. This was slightly pinkish and this time Joohyun noticed it.

"What's that?"

"Ooh, this is because of my doing." Blanc stated before looking over at Joohyun with a playful grin.

"You can thank me later."

"Wait, isn't it over now?"

"N-"

Grim Reaper Jessica swooshed the white feline away as Eclare laughed.

"Bye, Ms. Watermelon."

He poofed away shortly afterwards.

"Why do they call me that?"

"To them you smell like watermelons during summer time."

"Oh."

"Anyways, back to your situation with your lead supervisor, let's just say, fate brought you here because of the ruby, but destiny is how you'll choose to live the rest of your life, Bae Joohyun."

Just as Joohyun was thinking of how to reply to that Grim Reaper Jessica started to disappear, but she could hear the grim reaper's voice whispered something before she completely went away.

"You reap what you sow works both ways."

Then it was silent. Joohyun clicked off the light, but continued to sit upright in bed not quite ready to fall asleep like she had wanted. She closed her eyes and inhaled and exhaled slowly. She opened her eyes just as she heard a soft ping from her phone and checked it. She received a message from Jinyoung and wasn't sure if she should open it or not. There was a faint sound of a melody played around her as if to encourage her to go for it. She remembered the grim reaper's words and opened the message with a nervous heart, but a shy smile appeared when she read the contents.

I know it's late, but I wanted to apologize about the events that occurred earlier today, Ms. Bae, but I understand if in the end you do decide to consider the position for President Kim's secretary or asked to be transferred to another department. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but I do appreciate you as a person as well as a key member of the team, Ms. Bae. Well, have a good night and hopefully see you tomorrow morning.

- Park Jinyoung

A warm-fuzzy feeling settled within Joohyun as she responded with a short message to Jinyoung that she would see him tomorrow and they could talk further then. After setting her phone on her night stand she faintly caught sight of something twinkling in the air from the rays of the moon. She focused her attention to it before following it to discovered a thin red string tied around her right pinky. Her heart softly swell with a tinge of happiness and silently thanked those who helped her to regain herself again.

~~~~~~~~~

"You do know that it was just the revenge part you were only supposed to deal with, right?"

Ailee, a love watcher that oversees Cupid Jessica's duties, eyed her charge as Cupid Jessica shrugged with a half-smile.

"Yeah, but I'm the Cupid Reaper, remember?"

"I do, but sheesh. Summer romance, huh? So, what are you doing to do now?"

"Nothing as of yet. I mean, Yue Lao was the one that took pity on Bae Joohyun, Lilith assigned her to me, and so why not let Joohyun have her own love story with the one she's actually supposed to be with. Right?"

The duo were at the Cupid Station where they were watching Joohyun's life play on the CupidTV before Cupid Jessica turned it off.

"Well, those are the duties we are given. Still, even after these years, you still do you."

Ailee chuckled lightly while nudging Cupid Serena as she returned the same gesture.

"Of course, I have to get my sister back."

"I know."

"Anyways, gotta go. I'll be at the swing like always if you need me."

"Yes, I know. Bye, Cupid J."

"Buh-bye."

Cupid Jessica exited the Cupid Station and was now in the Eternal Twilight. Jessica sat on the swing, looked towards the horizon of the sea with the stars and moon gleaming down upon her, and slowly swung back and forth with the same melodious sound around her as she awaited the day she would see Krystal again.

#staytheb #jessica jung scenarios #red velvet scenarios #got7 scenarios

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why-not-go-with-style · 5 years

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I am aching to write something for Good Omens including Ineffable Bureaucracy, and while this isn’t exactly a fic (I’ll get to that eventually), I needed to get this out of my system. Far longer than I expected, so watch out for the cut.

So it’s been some time after the Armageddon’t. Not terribly long in the grand scheme of things, but perhaps a couple of years. Enough for the bloodlust of both Heaven and Hell to settle a little in preparation for whatever might come next.

Crowley and Aziraphale are still on Earth, because there isn’t anywhere else for them to go. They mostly stay in London, in their respective places, but occasionally pop down to Tadfield to hang out with the Them, or even across the ocean to America to say hi to Anathema and Newt.

The thing is, nothing else has changed. They went against both of their sides, defied Satan himself and stopped the Appocalypse, and apparently none of that was enough to finally put to end their millennia-old dance around each other.

(If the dance metaphor can be used about two beings, one of whom can only dance the gavotte, and the other who says he can dance anything he wants, but in reality cannot dance well at all).

But it’s okay. They’re used to it. They can deal, they tell themselves. At least their head offices had left them alone, and they can go out for walks and dinners and picnics as much as they want without the fear of heavenly or hellish retribution. Neither has heard from their respective side since it all went down, after all. The Above and Below won’t just start contacting them now.

Except one day Aziraphale says goodbye to Crowley and returns to his bookshop. He opens the door, takes off his shoes, walks through the first floor towards the stairs which lead to the kitchen (he quite fancies some tea), and then freezes on the spot. Slowly turns around.

There’s Archangel fucking Gabriel standing in the midst of his bookshop, turning the pages of some centuries-old manuscript.

He isn’t even wearing gloves!

“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” Aziraphale asks. He likes to think he sounds polite. In reality, he mainly sounds terrified.

“Ah, Aziraphale,” Gabriel smiles, and then attempts to make smalltalk, which is about as ridiculous as it sounds. Gabriel sucks at smalltalk. He doesn’t even pay attention to the weather.

“What do you want?” Aziraphale asks him, finally. He thinks he really should get a smartphone, because it would be quite hard to make his way to the only phone in the bookshop and dial Crowley unnoticed. Gabriel sighs.

“I need your help.”

Well, that’s a new one.

“What could you possibly,” Aziraphale asks, and he likes to thing he sounds polite still, but now he just sounds terrifying, “need my help with?”

“Oh, well, you know,” Gabriel says. He closes the book and shoves it on the shelve it doesn’t even belong on. “I just wanted to ask. You and that... demon of yours.”

“Crowley.”

“Crowley,” Gabriel agrees. “Well, I wanted to ask– I mean, since you clearly have experience, I wanted to ask... How does it work?”

Aziraphale blinks. “How does what work?” he asks, and Gabriel waves him off, as if he thinks the clarification unnecessary.

“You know,” he says. “You and him. An angel and a demon. I mean, it’s certainly not... conventional.”

Aziraphale, by this point, is completely lost. “Our... friendship, you mean?” he confirms. “Well, I suppose not, but–“

“Oh, not the friendship, the other thing!” Gabriel interrupts, rather unsettled, fidgeting with the sleeves of his suit, which is in itself very odd. “Don’t make me say it out loud, Aziraphale.”

“I... sincerely have no idea whatever you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you–“ Gabriel says. And then goes silent. He isn’t human, and he likes to remind everybody that he isn’t human, so his body doesn’t perform normal human bodily functions such as breathing, so when he blinks at Aziraphale, owlishly, it must be a conscious choice.

“You really don’t, do you.”

“I–“ Aziraphale says, and then there is a flash of white light, and Gabriel is gone.

Well, that was weird, and I probably should tell Crowley about it, he decides, but first he has to move the book back to its proper place on the shelf, as well as so a lot of other things required of a bookshop owner, and all in all he doesn’t have much time to think of the encounter. Angels are known to speak in riddles, so he doubts he needs to ponder Gabriel’s words too much.

Rookie mistake.

Gabriel returns to his office and bangs his head on his desk. Twice.

He’s an angel, for god’s sake. He can sense this little emotion known as love. He most certainly doesn’t understand it, not fully, but he can sense it. And he knows that what Aziraphale feels for the demon – Crowley – is exactly that. Love.

And he used to find it absurd, but (long story short) he doesn’t anymore, and he was hoping, for Lord’s sake, to get some advice.

And instead he gets this utter bullshit. Friendship his ass.

He takes the phone off his desk and dials. Long past are the days when he needed to start a conversation with this particular being with a formal greeting or a work-related matter, so he just blurts out, “They aren’t dating.”

“Pardon me?” Beelzebub says.

“Crowley and Aziraphale. They aren’t dating,” Gabriel explains, impatiently. “You told me they were. You assured me they were. I was going to–“

And, of course, he can’t well say he was going to ask for advice, not to Beelzebub, so:

“–I was going to check on them, see if there’s any potential leverage on either of them through it, and they aren’t dating!”

“But,” Beelzebub says. Gabriel feels a little proud of himself (before he remembers that Pride is a sin), because it’s not every day that one can render a Prince of Hell speechless.

“But,” they say again. “But they’re.”

“Yes,” Gabriel agrees. “But, no. Not dating.“

“That is ridiculouzzz,” Beelzebub says, and their voice buzzes on their last letter, the way it does only when they’re particularly agitated. “Aren’t they in – ugh – aren’t they in that... thing you can sense?”

“Yes,” Gabriel says again. “They’re in love. Aziraphale is, at least. I can’t get a read on Crowley, obviously. But you told me–“

“I know what I told you!” they interrupt. “I thought– I was sure they’d– Oh, idiotzzz!”

“Yes,” Gabriel says, because agreeing with a demon seems to be today’s disturbing trend for him. “Anyways, so, uh, in case you wanted to know, there’s no, ah, leverage to be gotten from that, then.“

“Pity,” they say. “It would be a good source of leverage, that. If they could get their heads out of their asses, that izzz.”

“I’m sure it would,” Gabriel says.

The stay in meaningful silence for a good minute after that. Gabriel imagines what Beelzebub must look like, chewing on the inside of their cheek thoughtfully. He doesn’t want to imagine it, but he imagines it nonetheless.

“So, then,” Beelzebub says, finally. “If they were, theoretically, through some means, to get together...”

“...Then, of course, it would be a method of influence,” Gabriel picks up, leaning back in his chair. “When it comes to the two of them, we need those. And besides – well, really, how long have they known each other for? Surely it can’t be that hard to arrange!”

“And it might not hurt,” he continues. “I mean, what with the... love.” He says the last word on the exhale and cringes a little at how small it sounds, but then again, the being on the other side of the phone probably doesn’t notice.

“Idiotzzz,” Beelzebub repeats. They are quiet for a second, and then there is a scoff, or maybe another buzz. “Meet me on Trafalgar Square at noon tomorrow. Don’t be late, and get me coffee. We’ll talk about it.”

Gabriel doesn’t pump his fist in the air, because he is an angel, and he isn’t ridiculous, and in any case, this is a strictly work-related meeting.

“Yeah, okay,” he says. “See you then.”

He’s pretty sure he knows how they like their coffee.

#good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #beelzebub #gabriel #this is a matchmaking AU dont judge me #good omens fic #do bullet points count as a fic?#allie scribbles

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Tri-Arame: Braided Delight

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Words: ~1.7k Rating: G Time Frame: During their 2nd year in high school Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: Mainly just setting up some trends and playing with a few headcanons for future scenes. Hopefully it still works as well as a stand alone scene as I believe it does.

“Ne, Yuu-chan.” Ayumu’s voice caught Setsuna’s attention. “Do you think I should change my hairstyle for our next Live?”

Setsuna turned away from where she was contemplating her hidden cache of manga in the clubroom, deciding what to keep readily available and what to hand over to her friends for safe keeping. The other two girls in the room were sitting at the table, the redhead checking her hair in a mirror and the twintailed girl checking something on her phone.

“If you want.” Yuu replied. “I think your current style is cute as it is, but I’m sure whatever style you choose will be cute as well.”

The small pout on Ayumu’s face probably meant that Yuu hadn’t given her the answer she desired, but she didn’t necessarily dislike it either.

“Setsuna-chan” Ayumu turned to the other occupant in the room. “What do you think?”

Wait, she was asking her advice? Setsuna’s mind blanked on an answer. “I’m sorry, what was the question again?”

“Should I try something other than my normal style for our next performance?” Ayumu repeated, pointing to the braided bun she usually wore.

“Hrm…” Setsuna considered. “Well, alternative hairstyles are a trope many fans enjoy.” She pondered aloud. “However, you’ve only appeared in your introduction video and our first live, so it may be a bit early to start changing things up. Perhaps once you’ve performed in a couple more Lives you might consider something different. Maybe for our first photoshoot as a group?”

Ayumu nodded. “I see. That makes sense.”

“Besides, Yuu-san isn’t the only one who thinks your current style is cute.” Setsuna found herself continuing. “I saw many comments about it on your videos so far. To be honest, I’m a little envious of your styling techniques. I figured out loose braids for when I need to be Nana, but I wasn’t able to get them to hold properly at the base of a bun like you.”

“You tried to make a bun like mine?”

Setsuna nodded. “I thought it was cute and tried to emulate it.” The words she had just spoken registered in her mind and she felt a touch of heat gather in her cheeks.

“You think this style is cute?”

“I do.” Cuter than most of the other girls in the club, even Kasumi-san, Setsuna added silently, though probably only as cute as her… Her gaze shifted momentarily.

“Would you like me to show you how to make it?” Ayumu offered.

“Yes, please.” Setsuna replied, a bit quicker than may have been appropriate.

“Alright, come on over and have a seat.” Ayumu stood and motioned to the chair she had just vacated.

“Ah,” Yuu suddenly spoke, staring at her screen “I’ll meet you two in the practice room.” Without further explanation, she stood, grabbed her bag and all but ran out of the room.

If she hadn’t been paying attention, Setsuna would have missed the flash of disappointment Ayumu displayed before returning to her gentle smile as the raven-haired girl sat down.

“Here, hold this so you can watch what I’m doing.” Ayumu handed over the mirror she had been using earlier.

“Thank you.”

Setsuna felt a bit of excitement building up within her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had worked with her hair. Obviously, she had gone in for the occasional trim, but she didn’t consider herself close to any of the salon employees. Ayumu was a friend, a close friend, and that made a difference Setsuna felt was worth the anticipation.

As soon as Ayumu’s brush made its first pass through Setsuna’s hair, she knew her feelings had been correct. It felt wonderful. So much different than when she did the exact same thing herself. Setsuna felt her shoulders relax and she let out a content sigh.

A giggle came from behind her.

“Ayumu-san?”

“Sorry, Setsuna-chan, it’s just that your reaction there was kind of cute. Yuu-chan reacts pretty much the same way.”

It was then that Setsuna realized that the girl standing behind her could see her face in the mirror.

“Oh, I, uhm, it just felt good to have someone else work with my hair.”

“I know, right?” Ayumu smiled. “That’s part of why Yuu-chan and I often help each other with our hair.” She giggled again. “That and Yuu-chan is bad at remembering to take proper care of her hair. Oh, speaking of that,” she ran her hand through dark strands, causing a delightful sensation to run down Setsuna’s spine “you two have a similar type, but yours is in much better condition. Do you mind if I ask what products you use?”

“Not at all.” Setsuna proceeded to name the brands and types she preferred to use.

“Thanks, I’ll try to remember those the next time Yuu-chan and I are out shopping. Or if you’re with us, maybe you can recommend them? Between the two of us, perhaps we can convince her to take better care of herself.”

“Is Yuu-san really that bad?” Despite asking the question, Setsuna couldn’t say she was surprised by the information.

“Not all the time,” Ayumu admitted “just when she gets hyper-focused on something, like right now, with idols.”

“Well, I cannot blame here there.” Setsuna grinned. “School idols are amazing.”

“Yes, they are.” Ayumu agreed.

“You know, I’m really glad you and Yuu-san spearheaded the reformation of the club.”

“Kasumi-chan probably did more than either of us.”

“Perhaps, though I’ve already spoken to her and expressed my gratitude. But I haven’t really thanked you two for your efforts; Yuu-san for her support and you… how to put it…” Setsuna paused “for being a worthy rival.”

“Eh? Worthy rival? Me?”

“Very much so.” Setsuna chuckled. “I loved your first Live and look forward to what you bring to the stage next time. The others were great too, but there’s a certain… purity to your performance that the other just don’t have, myself included. You’re helping me realize that there is more to being a school idol than I first thought. A lot more. But it’s a wonderful learning experience.”

Ayumu was quite for a moment, just long enough for Setsuna to start worrying if she had said something wrong. Or said to much, again.

“Thank you.” The redhead finally murmured.

Setsuna could see in the mirror that pink was beginning to dust the other girl’s cheeks. It was a somewhat similar reaction to Yuu’s compliments. And for some reason that made Setsuna feel good.

“Anyway, you’re all set.” Ayumu’s voice returned to normal. “How does that look?”

Wait, she was done already? Setsuna realized she had been so focused on the conversation and how much she was enjoying Ayumu working with her hair that she hadn’t paid attention to the process. She quickly glanced in the mirror at her new style.

“It looks good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Think you can do it yourself?”

“Oh, uhm…” Quick, think of something “I actually learn best by doing…”

“Do you want me to guide you through doing it on the other side?” Ayumu offered.

“Yes, please.” Thank goodness.

“Ayumu! Setsuna-chan!” Yuu’s attention homed in on the two girls entering the room.

“Senpai, wait!” Kasumi’s call fell on deaf ears as the twin-tailed girl ran over.

“You two look soo~ cute!” Yuu practically squealed. “I love it! Oh, what’s this?” Her hand found the braided tail off one of Setsuna’s buns.

“Since Setsuna-chan has longer hair than I do, I thought we might try to get a little fancy.” Ayumu explained.

“We?”

“Ayumu-san is a good teacher.” Setsuna stated proudly. “While I can’t say I’m completely confident that I could do it perfectly on my own right now, I think I could practice enough with what she’s taught me so far that I could eventually make one as good as hers.”

“Ah, I see.” Yuu laughed. “Or you could just have her do it again for you.”

“Huh?”

“Ayumu taught me how to dye my hair like this.” She brushed at the end of one of her side tails for emphasis. “But I still like it better when she does it.”

“Well,” Ayumu spoke up “there was also the time you…”

“Ayumu~!” Yuu interrupted with a whine. “That’s supposed to be secret!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Ayumu couldn’t help sticking out her tongue a bit as she didn’t feel particularly apologetic. It was fair to turn the tables on the teasing every so often after all.

“Oh, idea!” Yuu quickly returned to her former excitement. “You should teach me how to make that style as well, then I could help you with it!” She bounced on the balls of her feet. “And then if I learn other styles, I could help all of you guys, or anyone that needed help before Lives and photoshoots and stuff.”

For some reason, Ayumu felt a tiny flash of disappointment that Yuu didn’t mention styling her own hair. Granted, her childhood friend had worn twin tails almost the entire time they had known each other, so she was fairly set in her ways. But Ayumu couldn’t help imagining what Yuu might look like wearing different styles.

Setsuna, on the other hand… The raven-haired girl seemed much more open to the idea of different, or alternate as she called them, hairstyles. Perhaps Ayumu could test a few ideas on her…

“That’s a wonderful idea, Yuu-san.” Setsuna’s voice brought Ayumu back to reality. “I love how you’re always looking for new ways to support us.”

“What do you think, Ayumu?” Yuu asked, her gaze not having left the redhead.

Ayumu nodded. “I agree that it’s good idea. And I will help where I can.”

“Awesome!” Yuu cheered. “Now let’s get to practice!” She grabbed the other two girls’ hands and dragged them into the room.

As she and Setsuna followed their energetic friend, Ayumu stole a glance over. She’d done quite a nice job. Twin braided buns suited Setsuna surprisingly well. She watched as several other club members turned their attention to them and offered their commentary. Setsuna was the target of most of the praise, but that was fine; the passionate idol handled such things far better than Ayumu anyway, what with her contagious smile and all.

Even as she deferred the compliments that did make it her way, Ayumu was still happy that something as simple as a couple hair buns could earn such a positive reaction from her friends. Yes, Ayumu was confident that she needed to style Setsuna’s hair again. Soon.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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chubbyooo · 4 years

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A Recipe for Disaster: A Blurred Lines Spinoff Chapter 5 - Impressions

hey all hoping to continue the trend of writing before I get other stuff to deal with

The team gear up as they head to Zakuul

Kavaraa sat quietly meditating, she still didn’t quite know how to feel about this after all they were really rushing into it, but Cipher nine had been right they had to strike while the iron was hot. Kavaraa had no idea what they were walking into and all to save her rival, Nox was definitely gonna gloat at her if they succeeded Kavaraa just hed it was worth it.

Suddenly she felt her comm link buzz “Kavaraa are you there?” the voice of Theron came through the coms

Kavaraa nodded quickly realising he couldn’t see her “uh yes I’m here, I thought you’d already done the slicing we asked you for Cipher nine said he could handle the rest” Kavaraa was still surprised she’d convinced him not to run headlong into danger so it was likely she may have to compromise

Theron responded “yeah well forgive me if I don’t trust the imperial agent, don’t worry I’ve taken all the precautions this is merely so I can keep an eye on...” he paused awkwardly “the mission and Cipher nine” Kavaraa guessed that was fair cover both bases. He continued “just call me if you need any help on the planet or anything checked I’ll be right here” Kavaraa believed him she knew how thorough Theron could be.

Kavaraa did feel a little better having him close by “ok I will thanks Theron” she shut off the comm and made her way out of the room to find Gacen slumped sleepily in a chair.

She cleared her throat and he jumped up in surprise “oh um hey Kavaraa I wasn’t napping I swear” Kavaraa smiled Gacen had always been quite the character when they had worked together, usually a little drunk if she remembered correctly. Kavaraa sat down next to him and he sighed “please tell me you’re not gonna ask me” he gestured with air quotes “why I’m here cause if so I’m going back to sleep” Kavaraa couldn’t say she was surprised the chiss were short in trust

she shook her head “no I don’t need to ask you that Gacen” Gacen visibly relaxed. Kavaraa smiled “because I already know” Gacen tensed up again wow ok he was definitely here for more reasons. Kavaraa held her neck “you’re a good person and you want to help people, especially your friends” Gacen smiled at her giving a incredulous look he definitely didn’t believe her

he folded his arms “haha yeah right, believe me any good I’ve done in this world is just to make up for all the shit I’ve caused” Kavaraa frowned at him Gacen had never done anything super bad as far as she knew

Kavaraa shook her head “I don’t think so Gacen, you’re not a selfish being I’ve seen you put yourself in dangers for others countless times” Gacen looked away and sighed

he responded “yeah that’s because my life isn’t the one I’m worried about, it doesn’t mean I’m any better” Kavaraa could see Gacen getting uncomfortable, she didn’t want to push him.

Kavaraa lent forward “let’s just agree to disagree” Gacen nodded the smile quickly returning hopefully he appreciated Kavaraa not pressing him.

Gacen cocked his head at her “what about you? why are you here?” Kavaraa frowned she thought that was a rather obvious question

Kavaraa shrugged “well the republic is in danger and I make it my business to protect the republic” Gacen raised his eyebrow “and I’m concerned about the threat which caused three of the most powerful force users I know to disappear” Gacen frowned at her

“three?” he asked

Kavaraa’s lip curled “maybe it’s a jump in logic but Dzûsa went missing looking for an emperor it can’t be unrelated right?” Gacen shrugged

he chuckled “hey don’t ask me I was never blessed with the whole force, destiny bs I’ve only seen it in the hands of a foolish Mon cal so I’m like the opposite of an expert” Kavaraa chuckled she guessed anyone could have the gift.

she folded her arms “yeah... the other two were two of the most powerful people I know and I don’t know what that means for what we’re heading towards” Gacen’s expression softened

he leant forward “you knew Nox well?” Kavaraa was still worried about telling Gacen they were saving a sith but he didn’t seem to be deterred

Kavaraa played with the end of her montrals awkwardly “uh well we were rivals, we both were commonly looking for artefacts for our factions and it lead us into each others path many times” many of those times ending in them fighting each other, one time Nox nearly killed her.

Gacen nodded seeming interested “I assume she was less than savoury company” Kavaraa hesitated but nodded

she explained “she was... cruel, manipulative and well quick to judgement but her goals were surprisingly admirable, similar to Marr she could put her own goals to the side to help the empire which was admirable and why I even think saving her is a valid plan” Gacen’s seemed surprised at her describing Nox as kinda ok but to be fair she was just trying to justify why she was saving Nox to herself

Gacen continued “so you think she is capable of helping with this eternal empire?” Kavaraa didn’t know if she’d go that far

Kavaraa considered the question “maybe, but she knows about this Arcann and much more likely has the ability to get in his head, to play siths advocate for a minute she has the potential to anger Arcann so we can outplay him” Gacen’s expression dropped a little

he looked away “ah I see so you think she’ll have her tactical uses but she’s still kinda well evil” Kavaraa noticed Gacen looked dejected he did seem to see the good in everyone but himself

Kavaraa nodded “I can’t say I believe she could be a good leader, she can just be so cruel and manipulative, she manipulated a Jedi padawan into destroying her life and they don’t even believe it” Gacen nodded at Kavaraa seemingly agreeing

Gacen sighed “yeah that’s what I thought, still cruelty can be the cause of others who knows why some of the sith lack compassion” Kavaraa knew why the dark sides pull was hard to resist

Kavaraa shrugged “a couple years in the sith academy surrounded by those like that would do that to anyone I’m pretty sure” Gacen nodded looking at her incredulously again, convincing this guy of anything was hard

Gacen shook his head looking up at her “it doesn’t matter anyway I’m here to help no matter what” Kavaraa saw Gacen take a swig out of his flask “we gotta be getting close now right, wanna bit of courage” he gestured with his flask

Kavaraa shook her head “oh no I have all the courage I need thanks” Kavaraa didn’t like alcohol very much courage was irrelevant

Gacen shrugged “suit yourself” he took a big swig before it was yanked out of his hand by Ash who had crept up on them “hey what the shit Ash!”

Ash folded her arms “we are approaching Zakuul and I am not having you drunk out your mind” Gacen sulked folding his arms tightly around him “so you two make sure to mask your presence” Kavaraa nodded leading the sulky Gacen to her makeshift meditation room

Gacen looked around “I’m not really one for this meditation stuff thinking isn’t exactly my friend” Kavaraa shrugged off the comment putting her hands around Gacen’s face

Kavaraa concentrated “just shush and it’ll be over soon” Gacen raised his eyebrows at Kavaraa jokingly “stop you know this is just meditation” he fluttered his eyes as Kavaraa tried to concentrate.

She closed her eyes and reached out concentrating on their presences dulling all of their thoughts and feelings to a minimum, as she continued she felt Gacen’s thought dull and spike he must be daydreaming. She felt a great guilt on his conscience that didn’t seem to budge like something was keeping it present in his mind, she tried her best to dull it but it was quite extensive. She felt so guilty poor Gacen why had he done this to himself, she knew he was a good person either way she wouldn’t press him it wouldn’t be fair.

They sat there silently for a while before she felt a light shove from her side, she opened her eyes to see Ash standing there ready in her armour “alright we landed” landed? already?

Gacen seemed equally mad “dude landed? what am I here for if you’re just gonna do the landing part” Kavaraa was mad too she wanted to see Zakuul so she knew what she was dealing with

Ash shrugged “hey Cipher handled your oh so impressive gambit just fine, you’re here for our quick escape besides they began asking questions before I could wake you up” Gacen seemed a bit dejected but satisfied with that “now get armoured up and head over towards the skytrooper factory, Arcanns personal trophy room is there” she passed them a datapad “Cipher nine got the route set on this map, so you know um be careful and take the route with a grain of salt” Kavaraa nodded as Ash stood there awkwardly “uh well be careful and come back... safe” Kavaraa smiled at her as she pulled the both of them into a big hug.

Kavaraa could see them both awkwardly struggling in the hug “you guys are my very best friends, be safe the both of you and we got this ok” she squeezed them tightly before letting them go

Ash stumbled back “how are you so strong by the force” Kavaraa chuckled to herself “you too guys, she’s right we got this” they nodded to her as she headed out

once she left Gacen chuckled “yeah she’s never been good at emotions” Kavaraa chuckled back before calling Theron on the comms

“Theron come in I’m sending you a schematic of Zakuul check if it’s accurate” Gacen cocked his head at Kavaraa his eyebrow raised

Theron responded quickly “already done, the route is legitimate but make sure to avoid what is called the ‘Skytrooper factory’ you’d have to be mad to go through there” Kavaraa frowned how had he already got it done

Kavaraa wished she was surprised “how did you know about the schematic” Gacen was gesturing wildly that they had to go

Theron responded as Kavaraa got into her armour “I installed a bug on the ship I know I shouldn’t have I just had to” Kavaraa didn’t mind he was lucky nine hadn’t found it

Kavaraa walked back out to where Gacen was waiting impatiently “it’s fine you could’ve done a lot worse, I’ll call you if we encounter any trouble” Kavaraa frowned when Gacen looked ready to head out with her

Theron sighed “alright make sure to be careful Barsen’thor I don’t wanna have to clean this mess up” Kavaraa appreciated his concern she was kinda freaked out by the whole thing too

Kavaraa responded “I’ll make sure to don’t worry about me” she shut off her comm and turned to Gacen “why are you ready to go?” Gacen looked away awkwardly

Gacen sighed “I feel like I haven’t helped I mean Cipher nine stole my first job and I dunno strength in numbers” Kavaraa frowned at him “please I just wanna help” Kavaraa didn’t want to say no and some backup would be nice

Kavaraa conceded “fine but if things go south you head back to the ship you’re our only exit” Gacen nodded and they headed out of the ship into the dense city of Zakuul.

It was nothing like Kavaraa expected, the huge spire leading into the skies along with many others doing the same this place gave coruscant a run for its money. They were making their way through the back alleys towards Arcanns personal trophy room, she had never been more glad to have the force otherwise she would have to go through so many restricted zones. She did wonder how they would get Nox out if the carbonite sickness was still there, then again with Gacen now here they may have a good crutch.

soon they heard Ash through the coms “Kavaraa come in we have made out way to the tower and soon will reach the power grid” that was good news this plan did hinge on not getting trapped in the trophy room

Kavaraa responded “I’m on the way to the trophy room now and I haven’t sensed anything wrong yet” things all seemed to be going to plan. She hadn’t sensed anything too strong except the faint sense of the force assumingly from the spire.

Gacen crept behind her “so what’s the deal with you and Mr handsome?” Kavaraa stopped surprised by the question

Kavaraa stammered “what does that have to do with anything? I don’t know wha- me and Theron are just friends” Gacen chuckled to himself from behind her “you didn’t say Theron did you?” Gacen cackled to himself from behind her as she went purple

Gacen smiled “no really it’s sweet but you guys gotta act on it he clearly likes you too” Kavaraa didn’t know how to respond to that, Theron liked her back? well she had to admit there was something

Kavaraa fidgeted awkwardly “I dunno what if I was wrong” Gacen put his hand on her shoulder

Gacen chuckled “then he’d have been a fool not to you’re a super fox knockout girl” Kavaraa blushed Gacen was being far too nice

Kavaraa stammered “I um I suppose but I’m not that great, how did you ask your wife” Gacen gritted his teeth looking away

Gacen chuckled “the way I did was badgering her constantly... I would not advise that here just tell him how you feel he’d be a fool not to reciprocate” Kavaraa conceded maybe Gacen was right he did seem happy in his relationship

Kavaraa smiled “maybe, after the mission... if you can help psych me up” Gacen nodded smiling at her. They continued to walk through the lower levels of the city until Kavaraa stopped “alright here we are” Gacen looked around before frowning at her

Gacen gave her a sly smile “uh correct me if I’m wrong this doesn’t look like a throne room” Kavaraa smiled at him this was gonna blow his mind

Kavaraa closed her eyes “trust me” she focussed on the ground beneath her cracking it around them and then pulling a platform slowly up.

Gacen looked at the floating platform “what the fuck is happening right now” Kavaraa opened her eyes and chuckled to him

“just a little trick I’ve been working on” Gacen’s eyes were wide as they were lifted slowly to the bridge above them. She stepped off and gestured for Gacen to follow her, he quickly scurried off the platform, the entrance to the trophy room was in front of them now but heavily locked “and now we wait” Gacen nodded but Kavaraa could see tremors in his hand as he went to grab his flask before realising it wasn’t there.

Gacen nodded grabbing a second flask “yeah not long know” he took a big swig of course he had a second one “I learned a long time ago to keep a spare”. Kavaraa didn’t know how to feel about that she was kinda nervous too hopefully Nox would at least be cooperative otherwise this could go very wrong. She reached out again with the force but this time she thought she could sense something different she didn’t know what it was, maybe even just Nox’s presence but it felt off they would have to be careful...

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frostskader · 4 years

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A Prideful Kiss {Dodger & Peri)

In which after a kiss in front of a bonfire a new couple just talks. Just a continuation of a Pride Opening Event.

@streetsavoir-faire

PERI

There was no point to PERI staying at the bonfire anymore. People had seen the mess she had made and she was a mess. Her shoes squished, her makeup ran and mud streaked the edge of her dress and her legs. She couldn't even transform into to a fairy her wings would be too wet to fly. So a walk of shame it was. Making eye contact with Dodger, Peri blushed and wanted to run. "Oh hey. How are you?"

DODGER

Dodger had been going to Swynlake's Pride ever since he'd moved here. It... well, it reminded him of home when at the time he'd not had much of a home to remember. Though in reality it was nothing close to the parade they used to have back home there was still something a little more... intimate and authentic with the month's activities that were planned around celebrating pride. He'd been stepping away from the bonfire a bit to get some air, a smoke hanging from his lips and lighter halfway to it when his gaze lifted in time to spot the blonde walking towards him looking... - well, beautiful, of course but... Also a tad less put together than usual, he guessed. Letting the lighter slip back to his side, Dodger tilted his head with a little huff of a laugh, pulling the cigarette back to hold it between his fingers as he raised a brow. '...m'alright, Blondie. Bit better with all the festivities ain't... I uh... - Are yous alright?'

PERI

PERI grinned pushing the wet hair back behind her ears grinning up at Dodger. She was sure she looked like a wet fairy and wet fairies usually weren't very happy. She didn't want to look miserable at something like Pride though. "I'd say great but I think it's obvious I look like a mess." Peri mused with a shrug. "I might have well fell into the lake."

DODGER

'A hot mess though.' Dodger teased with a smile, glancing over the woman and wincing slightly at the fact that... yeah she just about looked like she fell into a lake. '...You know this is a bonfire right? Yous supposed t'be making s'mores not swimmin'...' The man continued lightly, his smile turning up a touch more as he tried not to laugh. '...I mean I know yous like t'be a trend setter n'stuff but..'

PERI

Peri rolled her eyes shaking her head at Dodger. It was appreciated though. "A frosty mess in fairy standards." Peri quipped rubbing at the make up under her eyes a little. "There's a late night swim at the end of this too. So I'm just ahead of the curve." Peri stated shoving her hands into her dress.

DODGER

Dodger couldn't help but glance at her with an amused little smile, his head shaking slightly before he tucked the cigarette he'd never gotten the chance to start behind his ear. '...Yous right. Who am I kiddin' always knew yous was a trend setter.' In one way or another at least. 'Listen uh -...' He started, glancing down at her. '...Do yous want somethin' to clean up a little?' Dodger asked with a raise of his brow, tugging lightly at his shirt. 'Promise i won't miss this... and - well shit, it's Pride so a shirtless guy ain't gonna offend nobody.'

PERI

PERI's eyes widened going to refuse the shirt. She couldn't just take it from him. "I couldn't- Are you sure?" It would stop her from having to actually go home now. "It might get a little muddy by the end of the night."

DODGER

'Eh - I'm used t'it.' Dodger waved off with a little shrug of his shoulders, easily pulling the shirt off (black, of course but... it had a faded rainbow on it at least?) and offering it towards her. He didn't mind if he got dirty, he was practically always in some state of disarray anyways.

'It wouldn't be a problem. Seriously - go ahead.'

PERI

PERI took the shirt and slipped it over her head and she tried to ring out the water so she didn't soak his shirt too much either. "I hope you know you're not excused from wearing fun colours at Pixies at the end of Pride event. I will glitter canon you too." Peri warned with a smile glancing down at Dodger's chest and some of the tattoos before you know making eye contact again.

DODGER

'Think I can live with that.' Dodger said with a smile, hands slipping idly into his pockets before he glanced down at himself (dark jeans, converse, a now missing black shirt). Perhaps she was right - considering just about the only color on him came from his tattoos. He could've taken the pansexual pride flag he had on his wall and worn it. Or he could have stolen the flag he got for Fagin and Stein too but... He'd just come as he was instead. 'Maybe I'll try a little harder by then... But I'd still expect to be pickin' glitter outta my hair for the next five years by the end of it so... yous better not leave me disappointed.'

PERI

"I don't think anyone was disappointed by the end of it last year. O'Malley complained for weeks he was finding it everywhere." PERI mused with a grin trying very VERY hard to just focus on his face. "You better try harder though. If anything you can just go shirtless again and I'll throw paint on you."

DODGER

'Oh good.' Dodger spoke with a laugh, shaking his head. 'Would it really be a good Pride if yous wasn't finding glitter in every crevice of your body for years t'come?' Hair, neck, corner of the eyes... ass probably. Glitter gets fucking everywhere it's incredible.

'That's an option too though.. But that option kinda just sounds like yous want me t'be shirtless. Which - is totally fine but yous can just say that.' Dodger teased with a wink, slipping his cigarette from behind his ear and gesturing towards her. '...d'yous smoke?'

PERI

PERI laughed and nodded, see the glitter canon was a great idea and Peri was proud of it. She loved it and she wanted to keep it going. If anything it just added to the fun. "I had glitter everywhere in Pixies too. But I loved it. I really did." Blushing Peri covered her cheeks. "I mean I've seen you shirtless how many times. I think it's more you that wants me to see you shirtless." Peri teased shaking her head. "Those things mess with us a lot more than you guys. Usually it's better to avoid human made drugs and cigarettes and what not."

DODGER

Dodger might've blushed a bit himself if he wasn't used to such comments or situations - though a chuckle still slipped from his lips as he shrugged his shoulders idly. 'I mean - I think everyone deserves t'have a nice sight, ain't? If I can help with that why not.' He certainly wasn't embarrassed by his physique, anyways. In fact, if there was one thing he wasn't self-conscious about it was his chest. The tattoos seemed to frame his body nicely, after all. 'Ah - right shit. Got it.' The man said, innocently putting his hands up. 'I came over here t'smoke originally but..' He trailed off, pulling out the pack and tucking the lone stick back inside before slipping it back into his front pocket. '...did I uh - where were yous headed before yous stopped?'

PERI

PERI couldn't help the laughter that spilled from her lips. "It is a nice site. Especially that New York piece." Peri grinned still laughing, she loved how light hearted it was. How sweet Dodger, How confident he was. "It's fine if you want to, as long as I'm not smoking it, I mean it also smells mechanical. I will ever get how people smoke them to be honest." Peri shrugged.

DODGER

'...Yeah? S'the best one I think.' Dodger agreed, glancing down and tapping against the little skyline against his chest and smiling. It meant a lot to him - both because of the person he shared it with, the meaning behind it and the person who inked it. All in all, it was one of his favorite tattoos. When he glanced up however he shrugged again with a bit of a grimace. 'I mean... I guess when yous start chain-smokin' 'em when yous like fourteen yous get used to it. I can't really see the appeal in 'em either but... it's also just a habit by now. If it ain't that it's the other y'know?' Dodger hinted with a little knowing look and a nod. Because honestly he switched between the two like it was nothing. 'But nah... I can hold out. S'probably better that way, ain't?'

PERI

"Oh yeah you asked where I was going too didn't you? I guess I got distracted by the site." PERI teased. "I was going home but you came to my rescue and I think smores are the next course of action. If you want to join?" "Really you were that young? What made you start?" Peri questioned carefully. "See all our stuff is all natural. I'd turn you onto that but I don't know if it would have the same effect."

DODGER

Dodger felt himself nod at her offer, tilting his head back towards the bonfire before he gestured her forward '...Sure - lead the way, blondie.' The man started, slipping beside her as they began walking back towards the bonfire (where hopefully she'd also be able to dry off a bit). '..Yeah I think I was. Got my first tattoo when I was fourteen and I was already smokin' and dabbling with drugs a bit by then.' The musician admitted with a little shrug of his shoulders. He wasn't exactly proud of it but... it was a part of him (and still was to this day). '...I dunno why I started. Tito - yous know Tito, right? He and I got int'a it and... we's were shit heads and trouble makers.' That was probably the only reason. 'But yeah I dunno. Maybe not. I mean... weed ain't exactly unnatural right?'

PERI

"What if I dye my hair what then hm?" PERI grinned running her hand through the damp locks. "Yeah, well no weed is pretty natural. Better than the one chemically made." Peri shrugged. "I just like to think you're not killing yourself with it."

DODGER

'Once a blondie always a blondie. I'll just get weirder looks for callin' yous it - but... I can deal with that.' Dodger reasoned with a smirk, gently resting an arm across the woman's shoulders and gently tugging her close. 'But if yous want t'dye your hair, yous should go right ahead. Maybe somethin' fun like blue?' Tito would probably be a good person to talk about that with given the fact the man was always dyeing his hair. '...well - not as quickly I guess. Still smokin' it. Probably not the best for yous either but... I'm sure there's ways I'm riskin' my life more or doin' it quicker.' Like...all the other drugs. Or...jumping across buildings. Or instigating violence with DeSoto and Roscoe.

PERI

PERI grinned but she had no problem moving closer to Dodger. He was warm and she was cold. "Sorry I'm usually chilly. It comes with the territory." Peri admitted glancing at her hands even though it wasn't like she hadn't touch him while tattooing him. "My sister's back in town and she changes her hair all the time. So I might do it, Oh a rainbow for Pride would be fun." "You jump across buildings?" Peri questioned looking up at Dodger with a raised eyebrow and a shake of her head.

DODGER

'... S' okay, m'used to it. Besides I usually run warm.' Dodger dismissed, pulling the woman a little closer at her words as if she had just admitted that perhaps she was cold. Gently, his fingers ran up and down her arm in a friendly attempt to warm her.' I didn't know yous had a sister.' He commented idly with a raise of his brow before he shrugged. 'uh -.... Yeah for the most part. It's uh...it's what I do.’

PERI

PERI really didn't mind being this close to Dodger. One it was Dodger. Two. She really liked being warm. Which yes she knew was weird for a frost fairy. She couldn't tan or she would get headaches but she liked the warmth. "Half sister. She's the reason I run Pixies. She created it and she left for this big adventure awhile ago and now she's back." It worried Peri admittedly. She wanted her sister to be okay and happy and she thought she had been with Sophie. "Yes. but why? Do you carry pixie dust when you go?"

DODGER

Brow raised slowly at Peri's words but he could only nod with a quiet 'right...' at the comment about the sister. Or... Half sister. He wondered what their relationship was like - or if she was back to take over again (less important, if maybe he'd lose his job). 'I see. Guess I'll have t' meet her some day.' He continued casually, before he scoffed lightly. ' Pixie dust? No. Course not. I do it for the fun. The thrill yknow? The rush'a adrenaline?...'

PERI

"It's not a bad thing!" Peri was quick to correct leaning her head into his shoulder. "I love her dearly. I just worry about her. She's the only family I have left that I get along with." Peri never actually reconciled with her Father nor did she plan to. "I'm throwing a big party at Pixies for her Birthday. I could introduce you two then?" "But you don't have wings so if you fall you go splat."

DODGER

'...well s' what we do about family right...? We's worry about em. ' Which was true no matter what kind of family it was. Dodger's family wasn't blood at all but he worried about all of them - worried one day they'd get hurt or... Leave him or worse... Hate him. 'That sounds good though - can definitely do that.' He agreed - though a moment later he turned his head slightly to try and look at Peri, a soft chuckle slipping from his lips.

'If I fall.... Yeah I guess I would but... I ain't gonna fall. Been doing it for years and -....well I've fallen a few times but... Nothin major'

PERI

PERI nodded thinking more about her sister with a frown. She had been happy here so far. And that's all that mattered to Peri. She would have to make sure to be there if Tink needed her. For whatever. "Just remember to like me more okay?" Peri teased glancing up at Dodger with a grin. "Do you want some Pixie dust just in case?"

DODGER

'...always.' Dodger responded easily, smiling back at Peri for a few moments before he shook his head and glanced away. '...what - don't have faith in my abilities?' He teased lightly, knowing she.... Would probably be smart not to even though he was as good at free running as he was at playing music.

PERI

PERI smiled pursing her lips when she looked away and back to the fire. The warmth it gave both of them. "Well I've never seen you do it so how can I have faith in it?" Peri teased back. "Still I'd give you some just in case. You just have to promise not to give it to a sorcerer. It's for you and only you."

DODGER

'...Well - I don't know any sorcerers so... I think I'd be able to handle that.' Dodger agreed, watching the flame of the bonfire dance before he gently squeezed the woman's arm. 'But.. I mean I'd offer t'let yous watch me n'everything but... Swynlake ain't really a good scene for that y'know?.. Not enough building's and skyscrapers. Ain't like the city.'

PERI

"Good. Pixie Dust can be very powerful in the wrong hands." But PERI trusted Dodger and she wanted him to be safe if he was running over a bunch of buildings. And she hadn't gone into the Hollow for awhile so she wasn't even using it herself. "Do you miss it?"

DODGER

'I promise to be responsible with this one thing.' Dodger spoke truthfully since... he really wasn't all that responsible with anything but.. for her? He could promise to be careful with this one. '...New York?... Yeah.. 'course. I uh... I'm always waitin' for the day wes can go back.'

PERI

That was all PERI needed. There were a few things that needed to be serious. Pixie Dust was one of them. Her heart broke just a little though at the thought of him leaving one day. Everyone did. "That would be exciting. Going back home."

DODGER

'Yeah... God knows when we's can but... I always think about it. Think about if shit woulda changed much since we's been gone, or... if maybe they finally condemned the rickety ass shack of a home we's was living in.' Dodger spoke softly, frowning slightly as he stared at the fire before he just shook his head. 'Probably still got a lifetime t'spend here though. And... I dunno. I've gotten used t'it over the years. It ain't home but... it's... a home away from home I guess.'

PERI

Peri's hand slipped around Dodger's waist giving him a small half hug. "I hope you'll get to go back one day. One day sooner than you think it might happen." Peri grinned. She would love to be given the opportunity to return home too.

DODGER

'...Yeah, maybe.' Dodger agreed quietly, bringing the woman closer and giving her arm a soft squeeze. Though he wasn't so sure it would be any sooner than he'd think, since... it all depending on Bill Sykes and - ... well the idiot brothers couldn't even take care of their own father, who was to say that anyone could. 'I hope so too though.' He finished, turning his head to look at Peri with a soft smile, watching her carefully before he cleared his throat. '...Do you uh - ... d'yous want to make some s'mores?'

PERI

"Yes S'Mores!" PERI grinned. "Wait here one second." Peri stated running off before Dodger could say anything coming back only when she had everything that they needed and plopping right back down as close to Dodger as she could. "Are you someone who uses more than one marshmallow? I heard that was a thing."

DODGER

Dodger's brows shot up as quickly as Peri did - watching the woman run off with an amused chuckle as he settled onto the ground near the fire to wait for her return. When she did, he simply leaned a bit to make room as he picked up one of the sticks with a little shrug. '...Is there a debate on the right number t'use?' He teased with a furrow of his brows, glancing towards the blonde. 'I thought we's was gonna have to debate on how toasty it gets, not the amount'

PERI

"Wait there's a debate on how toasty to make it?" PERI questioned. "Wait do you burn them? You're not one of those guys are you?" Peri continued to questioned taking a marshmallow waving it at Dodger's face.

DODGER

Dodger felt his smile turn immediately a little guilty at her accusation, a laugh slipping from his lips before he could stop it - playfully batting at the marshmallow she was so enthusiastically swinging. 'So what if I am - There's somethin' different about a completely burnt crust and the perfect melt on the inside. Plus - weirdly enough it don't melt the chocolate as much that way and... I like a little crunch t'the chocolate still. Makes the whole thing better.'

PERI

PERI laughed, and she couldn't believe she was actually right about that. "Does it not fall into the fire more often than not with that goal?" Peri questioned just taking a bite of the Marshmallow. "Is the cookie not crunchy enough for you?"

DODGER

'Naw, c'mon yous just gotta get it perfect.' Dodger explained, stealing a marshmallow and stabbing it onto the end of the holder before he held directly in the flame. 'Yous let it burn - blow it out, let it burn, blow it out. If yous leave it sit in the flame - yeah it'll fall off but not if yous do it carefully.' A controlled burn, so to speak... at least that's what Dodger called it. 'And the cookie's fine - but... I dunno I like the chocolate too. S'a... a different crunch. I dunno.'

PERI

PERI popped the rest of the marshmallow in her mouth before sitting another on the stick following Dodger's lead. "You're doing something carefully? What happened to the Dodger I know. All reckless, act first think later?" Peri teased.

DODGER

'I can't be reckless with a delicious dessert.' Dodger pointed out with a glance towards the tattoo-artist, pulling his marshmallow out of the flame and blowing it out as if to prove his point. 'This? This is an art and if there's one thing I do diligently? It's master the arts.'

PERI

PERI Grinned raising an eyebrow at him but she pulled hers out but instead of blowing it out she held up one hand so a little frost coated the flames putting them out and not getting any on the marshmallow. "What now then?"

DODGER

'...now yous just showing off.' Dodger teased as he watched Peri 'ice' her marshmallow out, a laugh slipping from his lips as he stuck his back into the flame. 'Rinse and repeat, babe. I think the last time I made s'mores I thought the magic number -... pun...not intended - was about three or four.' He continued, using his free hand to grab the graham crackers and lay them out on his thigh before grabbing some chocolate. 'And I get this shit ready in the meantime - so when it's done, I slide it right on and bam.' A pause to make a sarcastic chef's kiss gesture. 'Perfection.'

PERI

"I can cool yours off too if you want." PERI grinned moving her fingers so the frost touched Dodger's nose and then she put hers back into the fire. "This requires so much patience. I might just go for it after the second burn."

DODGER

Dodger wrinkled his nose a bit as the cold nipped at him, another laugh slipping from his lips as he shook his head and wiped his face against his shoulder (might've been more affective with a shirt but alas) out of habit. '..Naw s'fine - I can handle it. And I mean yous can but... Patience'll pay off. Probably.' A pause to blow his out again. '...or yous can just go after two n'then steal a bite of mine when it's done to compare. Probably the best scenario, ain't?'

PERI

PERI sighed dramatically frosting her marshmallow before letting it go back into the fire. "I think that would be the best option. I win both ways." Peri pulled up her knees setting everything out that she needed to make her smore.

DODGER

'Exactly.' Dodger said, watching Peri with a small smile upon his features, returning the sweet back to the flame for another round. It was funny honestly, how pretty a person could be even after taking a premature dip in a lake and sporting an old t-shirt. How bright someone's smile could be. Peri was a good person - and yanno, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't get to go home for a while... because at least he'd be able to spend time with her.... Fuck his marshmallow was still on fire. Glancing away, Dodger quickly blew it out, chuckling quietly to himself as he glanced back to the side. '...just uh - remember t'be unbiased in the tastin'. Gonna have to be a fair assessment.'

PERI

"You know what then we should experiment. Mine will be done at 3 turns, you do yours at 4 and we can see if that fourth really makes a difference." With her's out of the fire Peri cooled it off and started to put it all together. "You can get the first bite so you get the chocolate while it still has a little crunch." Peri offered the treat to Dodger after squishing it all together.

DODGER

'Sounds fine with me.' Dodger spoke with a smile, letting his return to the fire one last time as his gaze turned back to Peri. For a moment he glanced at the treat with a little huff of a laugh, eyes meeting her own for a second before he took it to take a tentative bite, offering it back to her as he kept an eye on his marshmallow and made quite the big deal out of pretending to analyze every bit of it. '... well - The chocolate definitely still had a crunch. The marshmallow also didn't burn me terribly like usual but... might've had something t'do with the cooling technique.' He teased, glancing to Peri before he nodded. 'Overall - definitely a solid contender.'

PERI

PERI couldn't stop grinning. She wanted to, but she couldn't. A day that had started off so utterly awkward and would have ended early turned into one of the best nights she had out in awhile. And she knew that was all because of the person she was with. Taking the treat back Peri took a bite nodding her head. "Nice and gooey. Doesn't taste burnt or anything. I bet better than only two times in the fire. That's for sure."

DODGER

Dodger nodded thoughtfully with her words, bringing his marshmallow back in and blowing it out for the final time. 'Well - that's a good thing - means there's an improvement, but.. also might mean three is the perfect number and four's overkill.' He commented with a little faux wince, glancing at his marshmallow before he placed it on the chocolate covered graham cracker and pulled the stick out. Assembling the s'more, Dodger glanced at it with a little content smile before he offered it to Peri. 'Care t'do the honors?'

PERI

PERI took the s'more and took a bite glancing up at Dodger when she handed it back. "You know what its warmer and just a touch meltier I'm starting to think you're onto something." Of course Peri didnt really taste much of a difference but that smile on his face made it all worth it.

DODGER

Dodger couldn't help but light up almost immediately at her words - a soft laugh slipping from him as he took the treat back. 'So maybe it is four then.' He spoke, trying it for himself as he placed the stick down on the ground beside him. '...Definitely better than just letting it burn completely or just doing it once n'done though... That's for sure.' Since... there really was no difference between three and four, except maybe there was an added melt to the marshmallow. Almost like the 'fluff' people seemed to love putting on bread.

PERI

When people smiled. Truly smiled. It lit up their face and Peri couldnt help but return the smile on Dodger's face before taking a bite of her own lesser at only 3 s'more. I can agree with that I think I can see the poor remains of marshmallows where people just let them fall to the fire." Peri explained glancing into said fire. "Its a good thing you found me then."

DODGER

Dodger followed her gaze to the bonfire, snorting slightly at the sight of so many marshmallows gone to perish to people who let them catch fire and burn right off of their sticks. A tragic - but rookie mistake, he'd say. Still,... his gaze turned back to Peri at her words, his smile turning a touch softer. 'Yeah... yeah it is.' He agreed easily, watching her for a moment and honestly very glad he'd chosen to need a smoke at the moment he did. Something....he didn't even need any more. '....hey Peri...?'

PERI

PERI focused on the fire if only because she could feel Dodger's eyes on her and for someone who didnt get embarrassed she felt like if she did look up she would be. At her name she did turn to look up at him. "Hm?"

DODGER

Dodger hesitated slightly when she turned to him, knowing it was exactly why he'd called her name in the first place but... He almost felt a little frozen as his gaze stayed on hers for a few moments - a small sigh slipping from him instead of any words. Still, despite the little unnatural flutter of nerves tickling his chest, Dodger leaned forward easily, finally stealing Peri's lips in a gentle kiss as he let his s'more go forgotten for the moment upon the grass, just hoping he wasn't grossly overstepping.

PERI

Peri tried to figure out what Dodger was trying to say. Her eyes traveled between his. The smile slipping off her lips in her confusion as she admired and waited- And oh he was kissing her. And Peri's heart fluttered and twisted all in one motion. Her own s'more joining the ground forgotten. And she returned the kiss. Reaching out to set her hand gently against his cheek. She was kissing Dodger.

DODGER

For a minute - Dodger felt the fear that maybe he shouldn't have done that. That...he'd misread the entire situation and that... well Peri didn't have an interest in him at all. Which was fine! Would be totally fine but... christ he was kissing her and that would be awkward. Thankfully before he could dream up any nightmare situation though, he felt her press back against him and the soft (and slightly chilly) weight against his cheek. He smiled easily against her lips, slipping a hand up to cup the back of her neck as he pressed a little closer, saving the moment between them.

PERI

PERI could feel his smile and it only made her smile more. It was easy to kiss Dodger. Easy to smile with him. Easy to joke with him. Peri liked those things to be easy. Because those things meant she was happy. This wasnt a kiss asking for more. This was a kiss that was everything it needed to be and Peri didnt realize how much she had craved that. How much Dodger fit into all these little things she was craving and she hadnt quite put it all together. Eventually she had to pull away and Peri looked up at him against scanning his face. "This doesnt get you out of the glitter canon I hope you know."

DODGER

Dodger was... more than happy with this response. Sure - he'd kissed a lot of people pretty often but... it was different when it was something you felt a... well a certain kind of way for. Different when it was someone you had a connection with and could call yourself a friend to.

And even though he needed the breather too, Dodger couldn't help but trail after Peri's lips as she pulled away, his thumb brushing the back of her neck gently as a small laugh followed her words. Of course it came back to that glitter cannon. '...That's... That's okay. Like I said... I uh.. I mean I'm lookin' forward t'that...'

PERI

Peri let out a laugh shaking her head of course she had to say something silly like that. She doubted for a moment everything she had just felt. Perhaps this was just Pride. It was just them having fun. It wouldn’t have any lasting impact on them.

But she was melting at the little touch on her neck.

She was fluttering at the very memory. She could almost feel where her wings would have been fluttering at the way her heart raced,

Peri’s eyes scanning Dodger’s face looking for something. She was scared. Terrified.

“I’m scared, Dodger. I’m scared of messing whatever this is up.” Peri didn’t make it easy to care for her.

DODGER

Dodger could feel his brows furrow lightly at the change in the woman’s expression - the flutter of nerves behind her gaze before she spoke. When she did it did nothing to help his concern or his confusion and for a moment his thumb stilled against her skin. ‘...scared?’ The man repeated gently, his lips turning up in a gentle smile as a small breath of a laugh escaped him. It was hard not to, even if he swore he wasn’t laughing at her, but.. Perhaps just the fact it seemed like her messing anything up was… well, just kind of humorous?

‘...Yous...yous ain’t gotta be scared.’ The musician continued softly, his hand moving to brush through damp hair before it settled against her neck once more - Dodger leaning forward to kiss her forehead gently. ‘...Yous ain’t gonna mess this up. Whatever it is…’ Because he wasn’t sure what it was either - and Dodger Jones wasn’t good with putting labels on things - especially not when it came to his thoughts and feelings. ‘Yous won’t mess it up.’ I will went unsaid...because if there was anyone here who would mess things up? It was him.

PERI

The thing was Peri was terrified. She didn’t want to be. She wanted to fall head first into something and not look back. She wanted to love and be loved back.

Peri moved her hand from Dodger’s cheek moving to set it on his neck if only hoping it wouldn’t shake as much there then it would on his cheek. “I’m not easy to care about. I’m not-” Peri was a mess. She was the one people gave up on. She was the one that was self destructive and didn’t take the time needed for others. Maybe not the same way a relationship would.

Maybe he didn’t want a relationship and she was getting ahead of herself.

“I don’t have a good track record with these types of things.”

DODGER

Dodger again, wasn’t too sure what ‘these types of things’ were. Was it people she kissed? People she hooked up with - or relationships in general? Because… well Dodger had a list over miles long of the latter but didn’t have a single actual relationship on his resume. Unless one counted the skeevy drug dealer he fooled around with for a while. They might’ve been something close to a relationship… or at least the closest Dodger ever had.

‘...I dunno. I think you’re pretty easy to care about, ain’t?’ He teased lightly, trying not to make light of her obvious fears but… trying to lighten the mood nevertheless. ‘I mean… I feel like I’ve cared about yous ever since we’ve met. It’s… actually rather easy t’care ‘bout yous when I think about it.’ But… that probably wasn’t what that meant. He wasn’t sure what part she was referring to or - how she could have a bad record anyways. He didn’t know what Lou’s fucking deal was, after all. He never got the full story but… christ the guy was stupid for not keeping a girl like her, wasn’t he?

‘I...This uh - I mean it… it ain’t...gotta mean anything if… that’s what yous worried about or… It..it can mean whatever yous want it t’ y’know…?’

PERI

The words were sweet. Reassuring. Gentle and Kind. She hadn’t had the worry prior to Lou but maybe that’s why people kept leaving. That’s why her boyfriend’s kissed other people while they had her.

It could only happen so many times before it had to do something with her. It couldn’t just be the people she chose.

She was just bad at relationships.

Her nerves were settling slowly. “I don’t like to share the people I kiss when I actually like them.” Was this rushing something? She had only been single a few months. “And I actually like you.”

DODGER

Dodger felt his smile tug a little bit larger at her words - amusement clear on his features as he nodded lightly. ‘...I auh - I mean I ain’t sure. I … I don’t know nothin’ about anything but… I have a feeling I ain’t really gonna like to share the people I kiss when I actually like ‘em either.’ He continued softly, knowing that despite the fact he’d never actually had a solid thing he could call a relationship it… didn’t mean he still didn’t experience the ping of jealousy before.

The way sometimes he’d feel his heart clench when he saw Rita with Roscoe - or when Tito would go off with his ‘friends’. He’d felt that emotion before - and it never felt good.

He was almost positive he might’ve felt it with Peri when she was with Lou for the brief time he knew of it. ‘...And I uh… I definitely like yous too. I-... Look I uhm. I’m really not good at all this? You know words and shit or… you know.’ Relationships is what he wanted to say. ‘But I uh - ... I do really like yous, Peri. I know that for sure..’

PERI

Peri’s smile grew slowly, for someone who seemed to know their way around people it was just nice to see that Peri wasn’t the only one that was nervous. The only one that didn’t really know what they were doing.

Her heart settled into a steady flutter.

It was okay if they didn’t know what they were doing, as long as they figured it out together. Peri could handle that. She just needed to be able to trust him.

And knowing he liked her. Peri blushed looking away for a second before looking up at him again.

Leaning up Peri moved her hand back to his cheek. “Then no more kissing anyone else but me.” Peri whispered before she moved to kiss him this time. Placing her lips gently against his.

DODGER

He could feel his smile growing (albeit a much softer version than his usual cocky grin) on his expression, thumb brushing gently over her skin as he nodded. It was an easy request to agree to, after all. The people he’d been kissing before didn’t really matter anyways. They were just... warm bodies to make him feel less lonely after a night out partying. ‘Adoring’ fans that wanted to hook up after a quick performance.

But they weren’t friends. They weren’t people he felt a connection with and they certainly weren’t people he needed to keep in touch with. Peri? Peri was different. She was someone he felt was a close friend despite only really knowing each other a short time. Someone he often found himself thinking of, or growing concerned over.

Someone he’d keep looking at during a show or at an event. He always found himself gravitating towards her.

So it was easily to lean back into her touch, pressing his lips against hers and slipping his hand back up into her hair to tangle his fingers into damp locks. A silent, but… much more telling agreement than any words he could ever say in return.

PERI

Peri grinned brightly, it was a funny sight to look so happy when it looked like she had been crying. (Could you really tell if make up ran due to falling in a lake vs crying). But she was happy, scared and nervous and concerned but she was happy too.

It was a weird thought now that when Peri found her eyes meeting his during his shows that maybe he was just looking for her. (And trust her she liked enjoyed watching him during his shows.) That they would and could be seeking out each other while they enjoyed their night. It didn’t matter if Peri worked a late night because he would be right there.

Kissing someone who you knew you would be kissing again and again just made Peri happy. He was just making her happy.

“Do you want to come to Prom with me?”

DODGER

The question brought a soft chuckle from him, the musician pulling back slightly to look Peri over with an amused little shake of his head. Not that he was saying no, of course, but the question had just come in such a way that he couldn’t help but laugh at. Gently, Dodger ran his fingers through the woman’s hair, pulling away only after he teasingly pinched at her chin.

‘...Yous want to go to Prom?... With me?’ He asked with another little laugh and a raise of his brow. Prom was… - well it wasn’t something he avoided by any means, but.. He’d never had real proms so… Swynlake’s prom was a weird experience for him - especially when it tended to get a little.. Wild, so to speak.

But to share a Prom with Peri?

Well… that wasn’t too terrible of an idea to him. ‘..I mean… I uh.. I’m gonna have to find myself a tux or something. Pretend I know how t’be even… remotely presentable but... ‘ A pause to trail off before he shrugged his shoulders lightly and reached out to gently intertwine their fingers with a soft squeeze. ‘...Yeah. I uh… I would. I..I think we’s should.’

PERI

Peri scrunched up her nose booping Dodger’s nose when he pinched at her chin. Two could play at this game and she was in the perfect position to offer pokes and boops.

“Yeah I want to go to prom with you.” Peri grinned raising an eyebrow right back as if to her it was perfectly obvious that that’s what she would want. It was normally a good party as long as nothing went wrong. Which it was Swynlake so there was a good chance that something could go wrong.

A really good chance. But still Peri was planning on going.

“Just be yourself that’s all I care about.” Peri glanced down at their hands and gave it a small squeeze. Never would she imagine this was how today was going to go. “Good you might get to dance with a Prom Queen.” Peri wasn’t actually holding her breath about it though.

DODGER

You know - a week over he would have considered going to Prom just for the party. Maybe to go with Tito, dabble in a few party favors and ditch before the night was even young to go find a party more their speed. Never would he have thought about the idea to actually go with someone - to have a date.

A date.

That concept alone was weird, but.. Glancing back up at Peri it only made him smile. Every day was about to be a date, wasn’t it? ‘...I mean...I think I can take at least one step up from myself.’ He suggested, knowing that himself was just about as he was now. While there might not have been a rule about showing up to Prom in ripped jeans and a t-shirt (though again, something he lacked now - and shit, maybe there was) he was sure that Peri was going to look absolutely fuckin’ stunning and he’d be damned if he didn’t try at least a little to look good for her too.

‘I’ll figure something out. Especially if there’s a chance I’m dancing with royalty. Though… I’m pretty sure a little plastic crown don’t mean much. I want to dance with… yous regardless.’

PERI

“Are you going to get fancy and get a tie.” Peri teased moving to set her head against Dodger’s shoulder. Maybe it was a good thing Greg had rejected her offer even if this was the furthest thing from her mind. She was planning on going for the party. Convincing Minnie to come out. Maybe even ask Lottie to join them.

“You’ll get to dance with me all you want. Other than Minnie I’m all yours for the night. Even if I’m royalty with a plastic crown. I might even give it to you for a moment. I’m sure you’d look spiffy.”

DODGER

Dodger couldn’t help but groan slightly at the mere suggestion of a tie. How very… formal and restrictive. At the same time though… that was kind of the point of Prom, wasn’t it? To wear dumb restrictive and fancy ass clothing? Still, it brought him back to the point that he didn’t exactly own a single item that would be considered formal in the slightest but…. Maybe Fagin or Einstein could help. Better yet - Frankie. He was a… classy individual. He’d know what the hell he was supposed to wear.

‘...I guess if the occasion calls for it, I’d have to, wouldn’t I?’ Dodger relented with a little sigh, resting his head gently against her own and slipping an arm around her waist to softly hold her close. ‘That’s fair enough though… S’better than havin’ to box all of your admirers out the whole night. I think I can deal with sharing yous with Minnie for the night…. And… I’d sure as shit look spiffy in a little crown. Probably match m’eyes and everything.’

PERI

Peri rolled her eyes. “Do not wear a tie if you don’t want to. I’m teasing.” She would have pulled away and fixed him with a look that said something along the lines of I like you not your clothes. But she was way too comfy cuddling into his side. Wrapping her arm around his waist.

“I think it would.” (What was with Peri putting crowns on her boyfriends really??) “Now I just want to win to see that happen. I’m not sure how I even ended up on the ballot two years in a row.”

DODGER:

‘Look...if I can find a tie… I’ll try to wear one. My uncle Frankie - he’ll set me up. I doubt he’d let me walk outta the house lookin’ like absolute garbage once he finds out I got myself a pretty date so.. You’ll have to thank him.’ Dodger clarified with a smile, squeezing the woman softly before he ran his fingers against the soft skin of her arm once more.

It was nice, just having Peri tucked against him, sat nicely before the fire. Though their s’mores were long since abandoned, Dodger knew there were far more important things that mattered now compared to how many burns was the perfect amount.

‘But I mean...I wouldn’t be that surprised if yous did. Yous nice and beautiful. People would vote for yous. I mean clearly they do if yous been on the ballot before. You probably leave a good impression on people.’

PERI

“I’ll make him cupcakes then, with little ties on it as thanks. I don’t promise the ties will look like ties but that will be the intention.” Peri grinned each small touch making her want to curl into him more.

“Depends on how others feel about the others on the ballot. Last year I lost to Belle. Which is cool. She’s a really cool person.” Peri was actually happy she got to know her more thanks to dating Lou. Which might be a weird takeaway. And yes she was aware of that too.

DODGER

Dodger couldn't help the laugh that fell from his lips at the woman's comment of making Frankie cupcakes. Proper little cupcakes at that. More so - it was the thought of her even meeting Francis that amused him. The thought of any of his little rag tag family meeting her - which…. Was very well what was going to happen sooner or later.

They were 'dating', after all.

Still a completely foreign concept to someone like Dodge but… With Peri? He was willing to try. 'Well - I felt the answer was obvious. And m' sure plenty of other people did too. I mean hell - what's not to like. Again, I can't really picture anyone hatin' yous around here so. Yous got it in the bag, blondie. It's a bet I'd put money on.'

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mortaljin · 5 years

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Wonder Emporium

Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: Cursing, accusation of infidelity, struggling relationships. Genre: Angst. Some fluff. Mainly angst Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: You and Kim Taehyung reminisce on where your love began, where it thrived, and where it went wrong. All over some great fucking cookies.

Masterlist

There comes a moment in everyone’s life where it seems fitting to reminisce on the decisions they have made. For some people, it is the opportunities that life presented them with that they either accepted or refused, choosing one destiny over another. Others look back on the people they used to be, used to know, and used to love.

You are no exception.

Kim Taehyung is no exception.

“Do you remember when Annie opened her first store?”

You hummed in reply to his question—asked as a form of small talk—while a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. His eyes fell outside the fogged window and landed on the vacant street in front of the store. Yours landed on the perfectly polished, perfectly styled furniture of the café that you and Taehyung had come to love over the years.

A distant memory came to the forefront of your mind and just like the man sitting in front of you—you were sure—you couldn’t help but think of that evening.

“So, the professor has the audacity to send out a summer reading assignment a month before the semester starts! This book has fourteen-hundred pages for fucks sake!”

You were seething, and Kim Taehyung just walked by your side in silence. He was unsure whether to laugh or take pity on you. So, he decided to just be an ass.

“Welllll,” he drew out. “You are the one who decided to go to this school.”

You lifted your hand to flick his bare shoulder, “fuck off,” you grumbled into the warm night air.

He laughed at you then, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to his side. You giggled too, letting him trap you against his sticky body. The streets were empty—you knew it would be; the only people out on Monday night in the summer were the kids who didn’t have to go to school or didn’t have to work.

It was peaceful though, roaming the streets for the hell of it. Kim Taehyung was like that, always doing things for no particular reason at all.

A moment of comfortable silence fell between the two of you and there was comfort to be found in the repetitive echo of your footsteps bouncing off the brick walls. You were half a breath and a heartbeat away from saying something else to him, but the involuntary tug on your hand made you pause.

He had stopped in his tracks and his face was turned up to gaze at the neon lights shining down to him. A normal first reaction would be to follow his line of sight and see what he’s looking at, but you got caught up in him.

You always basked in every opportunity you could to examine his features; the softness of his cheek and the curvature of his nose were features that were already embedded into your brain.

You always basked in every opportunity you could to continue your unrequited pining over your best friend.

His eyes flicked downwards, and you were afraid he would soon glance your way. So, you finally turned your head to see what he was staring at.

ANNIE’S WONDER EMPORIUM

The sign was lit up in an obnoxious yellow color, one that reminded you all too well of the summer sun.

“How long has this been here?” You asked when Taehyung took a step towards the front door. You heard the tap of his finger against glass and caught a glimpse of him pointing towards the NOW OPEN sign. “Oh.”

You barely caught the door before it swung shut, and the little bell attached to the top of it signaled your entrance behind your oh so caring boyfriend.

“Welcome to Annie’s Wonder Emporium!” There was a woman who looked to be in her mid-forties standing behind the counter wearing an apron that was equally as summery as the sign outside.

“Uhhh—” You stammered, overwhelmed by her bold, outgoing presence.

“Hi! How are you?” But thankfully, Taehyung was enough of a social butterfly for you.

The woman sighed in defeat, and her shoulders slumped forward ever so slightly in response to the question. She opened her mouth to speak, but Taehyung beat her to it.

“Rough day huh?”

She nodded, wiping her hands on the apron before she got a word out. “Opening your own café is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

You and Taehyung let out a soft ‘ah’ when you realized that it was supposed to a little bakery or coffee shop of the sorts.

“Well, have people not been liking your treats?”

Annie, you assumed her name was Annie given that she owned the store, shook her head towards him and pursed her lips.

“No, everyone who comes in seems to be enjoying everything, from the cookies to the coffees but…” she sighed again, “no one is coming in! They peer in like they’re interested, but they just walk away.”

“Well, to be honest it’s hard to tell what you’re selling. I like the name, but the real question is how does it apply to the café?”

Taehyung turned and glanced your way at your bluntness before turning towards the owner. “What would be your staple item?”

Her eyes widened for a moment and you could see the excitement fill her face when asked about something that is so intrinsically her. She pardoned herself for a moment, scurrying to the back. Meanwhile you gave Taehyung a curious look, but he merely shrugged.

While she was gone, you took a second to inspect the place. Your average black and white tiles covered the floor, and mix-matched colored chairs were placed near their respective bleak tables.

The place was clean no doubt, but it was a cookie cutter template of a café. Clearly it had been recently renovated from another business to this one.

Annie came back with a tray in her hand with two cookies on it. One in the shape of a crescent moon, the other in the shape of a star. There was a slight bit of warmth still radiating from them.

The icing on top is what pulled you in; swirls of blue, purple, and pink with flecks of white on top reminded you of the galaxy trend that had stormed the internet in recent years.

Cute, you murmured to yourself.

“Go on, try it.”

The two of you reached for a separate cookie—him the star and you the moon—and you were quick to take a bite of it.

Two moans of satisfaction sounded through the empty café, and Annie was no doubt pleased.

“This is so fucking good,” Taehyung finally got out when he was done chewing. “You need a picture of this cookie covering your front window because this is to die for!”

You, still in ecstasy, could only nod in agreement.

“Oh, I know,” she said solemnly, “right now marketing is a little out of the budget. But as you can see, I just have—” she lifted her arm up to gesture around the quiet and still empty café “—no budget.”

Taehyung understood what she was getting at and, once she was done talking, he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket. After fishing around for a moment, he pulled out what he was looking for.

“I do photography, and I’d be more than willing to help you out,” he smiled his boxy grin and held the card between his two forefingers, outstretched in her direction.

“I couldn’t—It won’t—”

He waved her off, still smiling. “It’s alright, a cookie this great has the right to be known by the entire world.”

She smiled, cheeks flushing in humility.

It was moments like this, when his charitable personality became applicable to the real world, that the ever-present flutter in your heart grew twice its size. Annie murmured a thank you, and you continued to look on in silence as he chatted with her for a moment longer. You listened on with fondness, because it was honestly so damn endearing that he could make friends wherever he went.

“Oh! By the way, how much are the cookies?” He pulled his wallet out again when he realized the two of you were beginning to walk away without paying.

Annie smiled, waving her hand in the air to say that it wasn’t important. “Don’t even worry about it, I counted my register early, anyway.”

It was your turn to panic, and you apologized profusely for keeping her so late. But, she disregarded it saying that it had been no problem.

“It’s the least I can do for you two lovebirds. Thank you for giving my wonder emporium a chance.”

Your eyes widened in horror when you realize she misunderstood you and Taehyung. “Oh no, we’re not—!”

Taehyung elbowed your side, turning your protest into muffled yep. “Thank you so much, we’ll be sure to tell all our friends about this place!”

You didn’t have a chance to fight him before you were whisked away into the summer night air.

“Taehyung, why didn’t you let me correct her! That’s so embarrassing!”

“Actually,” he started to say, turning to walk away from the store front. “I want to talk to you about that.”

He walked a couple paces ahead and sound down on the street bench, reaching out towards you. You followed him skeptically, unsure of what was on his mind.

“I-I’m just gonna get straight to the point.”

He paused; you were about to voice some concern about how odd he was being, but he continued talking instead.

“I really like you, Y/N. I always have and I think I always will. Do you think I have a shot at being your boyfriend?”

“The cookies are still just as good as they were when we walked in here a week after it opened,” you replied after the lapse of silent reminiscing.

He nodded his head in reply, picking up the last bit of his own cookie. Pulling a dramatically sad face, he shoved the last bite in his mouth; pitiful, fake sounds of crying could be heard from his full mouth as he “wept” about the loss of the cookie.

Your hand came up to stifle your laugh, not that it needed to; the solemn cloud hanging over you was enough to curb all happiness right now.

You kept your lips slightly parted as words stuck to the tipoff your tongue in preparation to continue talking. But when Taehyung finished chewing and raised his eyes back to you, you lost all sense of communication.

His brown eyes were halfway hidden behind damp, unkempt fringe—the remnants of a fashionable hairstyle lost to the shower he must have taken this morning. You knew he must have taken a shower this morning because in all the time you’ve known him, Kim Taehyung has been loyal to the same damned body wash scent.

The scent made you yearn for chilly mornings when he would crawl back into bed—your bed—still wet, but smelling oh so clean.

Instead, you had to stick your nose into your hot chocolate to erase the smell and the memories.

Taehyung tilted his head, no doubt curious about your thoughts. Instead of confessing that you indulged on that memory, you diverted the conversation to a different one.

“Remember when we graduated from Uni and our friends bought us that massive cake?”

You threw your hands out a little bit to emphasize just how unnecessarily gigantic that thing was. As if he needed the reminder.

He laughed after that, head tilting back a little as he remembered. “Yeah, and how it somehow showed up with blue, green, pink, and purple frosting on it?”

Biting back a snicker, you glanced over at Annie working endlessly behind the counter. A piping bag of the aforementioned colors was in one hand, and the other hand held the sheet of cookies steady.

“I wonder if Annie knew that she was making that cake for us,” you mused as you got lost in watching the rhythmic movement of her hand. “Or if she makes everything with such love.”

He shrugged, “who knows. But the star and moon cookies on top looked oddly familiar.”

You agreed. Annie caught your stare from across the room and you waved to her when even she gave you a look of concern.

An unsettling feeling came to your stomach when you realized it had been so long since the two of you had seen her. There was so much to say.

To her. To your friends. To Taehyung.

Shifting in your seat, you brought the lukewarm and mostly empty cup of cocoa to your lips as a means to avoid the conversation.

“Taehyung baby, look!” Your face was smushed up against the cold glass next to your booth, and your eyes were wide and child-like as you gazed outside.

It was about four in the afternoon, but you wouldn’t be able to tell if you didn’t have a watch. The weather outside was cold, cloudy, but oh so wintery.

“It’s the first snow of the season. Taehyung! Look!”

He only chuckled, glancing briefly towards the empty street. “I wonder if its gonna stick. The first one rarely does.”

He tapped his fingers against Annie’s brand new table; sleek black with a gray marbled effect. Annie’s oven was in dire need of an upgrade, given how long it was taking for your simple order. However, the two of you would wait a lifetime for them.

You sighed dreamily. It was almost movie-like how cliché the scenery was. “I feel like I’m in a hallmark movie.”

An ugly snort came from his nose and he raised a brow, “oh?”

You blushed and awkwardly laughed. “Well yeah, you know how they go…” You paused. “The cute café, the winter wonderland outside, the girl is falling in love over some to die for cookies.”

You took a bite out of your cookie, still slightly warm and gooey despite the delay to eating it. The cookie had barely made it to your mouth, and your teeth hadn’t gone all the way in when you noticed a very perplexed look on Taehyung’s face.

“Wha?” You said with your mouth full of that first bite of the moon shaped cookie.

“You’re falling in love with me?”

The way he said it so calmly and bluntly caused you to choke on your mouthful a little. You reached for your hot chocolate, or thankfully, not-so-hot chocolate. Hurriedly, you gulped the drink down and wiped your mouth on your napkin.

“I—” You paused. “Well, yeah.”

In all the time you knew Kim Taehyung you had never seen him smile so beautifully. Especially not in the months since you began dating. He leaned over the small café table and placed an enthusiastic kiss on your mouth.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You could feel the heat surfacing on your cheeks, and the fact that that was happening at all was a problem.

“I can’t believe she’s been married for two years now,” you murmured, trying to change the conversation. Again.

“Who—” he noticed your gaze, “oh. Right? I still can’t believe you spilled cake icing on my suit. Do you know how hard her icing is to get out?”

Taehyung scoffed after he finished speaking, and if you didn’t know any better you would think he was holding in some resentment.

“Do you think she’ll like her gift?” Your fingers toyed with the edge of your dress, the soft material giving comfort to your anxiety.

Taehyung sighed. He let his hand fall from the steering wheel to seek yours, lifting it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss to it.

“Yes, Y/N. We spent the last seven months since Annie’s been engaged getting this present for her. She is going to love it.”

“I know but…” You turned your head to look at him from the passenger seat, words trailing off.

The last sign of his summer tan had faded when the leaves changed color and then began to fall to the ground. But in its place was the same satin skin that shone beautifully under the setting winter sun.

You watched as his eyelashes graced the soft skin under his eyes, and the way his brows furrowed when he just barely missed a green light. You watched as he took your breath away just by existing.

At the red light you two were stuck at, you pondered what the future could hold for yourself. Would you be in your forties, finally finding your true love like Annie? Or is Taehyung it? The one?

“I love going to weddings, Taehyung. It always makes me excited for my own future…” You paused and looked at him when he pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. “…with you.”

He beamed his boxy grin and leaned far over the middle console of the car to press his lips to your forehead.

“Be patient, baby. One day.”

You blinked, and stared upwards at the bright, fluorescent lights in the café to keep wetness from pooling at the corners of your eyes. You snorted in bitter humor.

“It’s not my fault you always drank too much and caused me to spill the icing on your suit.”

The fork he was using to push around pieces of his snack fell and clanked against the plate.

“Its not my fault you gave me reasons to get that drunk.”

Your eyes fell as his widened as if he didn’t realize what he had said. You stared at the item in your hands, that was held under the table, of course.

Biting your lip in anxious waiting, you looked up at Kim Taehyung to see that he was shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”

There was nothing you could do but nod. That bitter, automatic response made you remember why you were here in the first place.

Taehyung’s POV

“It’s not my fault you gave me reasons to get that drunk.”

Taehyungcouldn’t believe he had said that to you. Not that he is surprised. He has been cold hearted and cruel to you for some time now.

He watched as your eyes remained downcast as if you were fumbling with something under the table.

Taehyung heard the almost ear-shattering slam of the door behind him and the angry echo of your keys being thrown against the granite counter of the kitchen.

He rolled his eyes, preparing himself for yet another round of bitching from you.

“How dare you, Kim Taehyung.”

Groaning, he drunkenly kicked off his dress shoes only for them to be kicked directly in his walking path. When he tripped over them a bit, he stumbled into the wall but you caught him.

Had he not been in a fighting mood as is, he would have thanked you. But currently, he wanted nothing to do with you.

“Get off of me, Y/N,” he slurred, shrugging you away.

“No, Taehyung. You don’t get to embarrass me at Annie’s wedding reception and then come home just to knock yourself out by busting your head open!”

You sighed. Taehyung hoped that you would leave him be, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Let’s just get you to bed, honey. We can worry about your suit later.”

Taehyung had momentarily forgotten about the galaxy patterned stain on his suit, the initial cause of their fight disregarded.

Again, he shoved you away. This time with a little more force.

“I said get off of me, I can take of myself you know!” He knew his voice was loud and that his face was angry. He turned and stumbled down the hallway losing a piece of clothing with each step. “I’m not a fucking child,” he grumbled before shutting the door to your shared bedroom.

When Taehyung woke up the next morning, he was mostly naked and under the clean sheets of your bed. He stretched sleepily as his head pounded from the amount of alcohol he consumed last night. You weren’t by his side, but he paid that no mind as his headache began to make him nauseous

Quickly, and painfully, he staggered into the bathroom to relieve the contents of his stomach.

On the sink counter next to the toilet was a bottle of advil waiting for him to take. Once he was sure he wouldn’t throw up again, Taehyung popped a couple of the pain relievers in his mouth.

Starting his day as he normally would, he went to the closet. It was a Saturday morning so there was nothing that he was obligated to do; this allowed him to pull on loungewear for the day.

When turning around in the little space the edge of a plastic bag brushed up against his arm. Curiously he pulled the item from its place in the closet, only to learn that it was his suit.

The suit that was… not… stained in pink, purple, and blue icing?

“Its been dry-cleaned,” he mused aloud.

It didn’t make sense that you would have been able to take it in and get it cleaned so early in the morning. It was his perfectly clean, perfectly tailored suit that finally had him venturing outside of the room you shared.

Only, he didn’t find you waiting in the living room for him. His stomach rumbled, signaling that it was time for some breakfast.

Taehyung figured that you had ran out for a bit this morning.

But the clock on the wall didn’t say that it was morning. No, he was apparently much closer to dinner than he was to breakfast.

“Fuck,” he groaned in disbelief of how long his drunken state forced him to sleep in.

He let his bare feet drag himself to the fridge without much of a thought; his only goal was to find leftovers. Instead of leftovers, Taehyung found a plate of food covered in Saran wrap. When he pulled out the food, he noticed there was still a slight layer of condensation on the plastic.

He smiled to himself a bit, “you always gotta baby me, don’t you Y/N?”

The moment he finished muttering to himself, it dawned on him why everything felt so off.

“I’m not a fucking child,” he had snapped at you the night before. Immediately Taehyung placed the food back in the fridge and quickly made his way to the bedroom to find his phone.

On the top of the dresser neatly laid his keys, wallet, watch, cellphone, and a note.

Taehyung, I have gone away for the weekend. Don’t bother me, plea—

He snapped out of the regretful memory when her heard you clear your throat to signal his attention. Shaking his head, he glanced at you.

You brought your hands together to rest on the table of the booth the two of you were sharing and Taehyung’s eyes became misty when he realized what you were holding.

“Taehyung, we didn’t come here to reminisce.”

Then why don’t you just get on with it, he thought to himself.

“I wanted to give you some of the more important things back to you in person. So, here is—”

Taehyung watched you stop in the middle of that sentence to rummage through your bag. The item in your hand had been discarded from your hands and into your plate. Reaching over, he plucked it from the leftover icing and began to wipe it off.

“These are yours, right?” You asked him rhetorically. You hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t paying attention to you. “Taehyung you—”

Taehyung knew he was looking at you pitifully; his hands were preoccupied and his heart aching.

He heard the breath you took in when you realized what he was holding.

“I suppose you were going to get that back eventually,” you said, almost in a convincing manner.

Not that Taehyung really understood who you were trying to convince—himself or you.

“It’s not mine,” he disagreed, shaking his head and handing the item back to you. You froze up and pulled your hands away. “It’s still yours, Y/N.”

Taehyung watched as your nose turned up and your lip quivered.

Sighing, “it’s not mine, Taehyung, not anymore. You knew this was bound to happen eventually.”

Taehyung was already clenching his jaw, “was it though? I didn’t realize people made commitments with the expectations that they would fail.”

Your POV

“Taehyung, I think we’re lost.” You worryingly whispered as you travelled through the city. “Not that I understand how we’re lost, we’ve lived here our entire lives,” you grumbled.

“Y/N,” he shushed you. “We’re going to Annie’s, remember?”

Granted, you were blind folded and you had to trust him to lead you through the city you lived in. So you didn’t know if you were actually lost.

“Taehyung,” you whined, “I think I could get to Annie’s if I was actually blindfolded. We should have made it a while ago.”

He muttered under his breath.

“What was that? Babe, are you talking shit?”

But Taehyung just laughed, and it was so fucking beautiful. You let him lead you, because you would follow him anywhere.

“Don’t do this right now, Taehyung.” You almost wanted to beg him to let this go peacefully.

He seethed.

“Don’t do what? Don’t fight you trying to throw away years of our lives together?”

Your breath had caught in your throat like a sharp piece of barbwire had obstructed all ability to speak. Panic filled your eyes, and you almost surrendered to the hurt.

“Taehyung, that is not what I’m doing!”

Quickly you glanced around you, thankful that the two other people in the café were busy typing their hearts out on their computers. Annie was occupied with fixing a banner over the counter, too occupied to notice that her most loyal customers were at their breaking point.

“Okay, Y/N. We’re here.”

“Why am I blindfolded again?”

The air conditioner hit your face suddenly, and you shivered. It was almost too cold still to need to turn the air on, but spring was coming to a close, you supposed.

You also noticed a charming twinkle of a melody coming from above the door, signaling your arrival.

“This isn’t Annie’s, where are—"

The bright light of the place you had been dragged into momentarily blinded you. Reeling back at the sudden change from your eyes being uncovered, it took a bit for your eyes to adjust.

But when they did, the gasp that left your lips was a mere understatement as to the shock you received.

The once generic black and white checkered floor is now a breathtaking marbled galaxy. Absolutely perfect for the staple theme. The raggedy booths were now re-leathered, and most of the tables were still the same sleek black. Two corner booths fought for the focal point of the enchanting place.

On one side was a crescent moon shaped table facing outwards to the store, and on the other was a fat, many-pointed star shaped table.

And, in front of a much sturdier, much longer, front counter was your favorite cookie maker.

Tears threatened to well in your eyes because you were just so fucking happy that she finally got her dream café.

She embraced you with her own tearful smile. “Thank you for always believing in me, and my emporium.”

You pulled away and glanced around the place, still admiring how fantastical

“Oh Annie, this is so beautiful. I didn’t know that this was why you had been closed all week!”

Taehyung had left your side moments ago, and you were busy munching on the cookies left on the counter. They were made with the same magical recipe that made you fall in love with the Wonder Emporium so long ago.

However, they were very different. They were shaped into hearts, with swirling shades of pinks, reds, and white. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought they were valentines cookies with how romantic they were. And they were so gooey and warm. As if they were freshly made…

“You didn’t have the grand opening yet, right? Do you need us to help with that?”

Once the cookie was scarfed down, you wasted no time in asking Annie about all her plans.

She smiled, shaking her head. “No, and no. I’ve gotten everything taken care of.”

You were puzzled. “Annie, what’s going on then? I didn’t realize we had a special, behind the scenes privilege.”

Annie laughed so genuinely, her round cheeks illuminated with the sound of her laugh.

“No, honey. There’s another reason the two of you came here today.”

The sound of footsteps against the floor was heard behind you, and it was such a familiar pace that you knew the owner of it before you turned around.

“Taehyung, Annie said—”

You were frozen in your spot as he approached you dressed in his fitted suit. A rose boutonniere was fastened in place on the breast of his jacket, and you finally understood why he had you dress up the way you did.

Taehyung looked handsome, breathtaking, And so proud of himself.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

Tears threatened to well in your eyes and it was no soon after you tried to fight them that one slipped out.

That memory in particular made you break. He had been so proud because he had planned it for so long. After you had obviously said yes, Annie wheeled out some fresh food and even better cookies.

“Taehyung, that’s not what I’m doing and you know it.” You used the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your face before staring sternly at him, feigning calm composure. “You know that we hit a dead end long ago.”

“Did we,” he pressed, “or did you just give up?”

“I—” but you couldn’t answer that question. You scoffed in anger, “don’t act like you ever actually cared.”

“Don’t you dare,” he seethed, hands closing into fists.

He could have bent the handle of the fork he was holding if he really wanted to. It was a low blow and you knew it. But it was easier than admitting the truth to yourself.

“I’m a lot of things, but to insult my character and accuse me of never caring is a fucking lie and you know it.”

Taehyung’s POV

“Y/N can you please wait up for me? I—Ugh! Y/N!”

Taehyung was trying desperately not to break out into a run after you. Afterall, he was still in his work clothes. And, after all, he did have to quickly bring a moderately important business meeting to a close.

He caught up to you once you two had entered his workplace’s parking garage.

“You can’t just disrupt me in my place of work and then not tell me why you look so fucking pissed off!”

You turned on your heel to face him, quick enough to almost cause Taehyung to slam right into you

“Place of work?” You had thrown up air quotes as you mockingly repeated the phrase back to him. “Why was that dumb bimbo alone in your office with you, huh?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, and tried his best to keep himself as calm as possible. “Let’s just go home and talk about this after we’ve eaten dinner, okay?”

His outstretched hand was met with an angry shove and a bitter scoff. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

Taehyung didn’t want to fight, but you regularly made that impossible.

“Why are you acting like a child?”

“Excuse me?” The words were flung from your mouth with a livid screech. “I’m not acting like a child! You’re the one who is neglecting our relationship to stay late at work every day to associate with—”

“That’s enough Y/N,” Taehyung asserted strongly before you could make another comment on his client. “That woman is a very loyal client and business partner for my company, how could you stoop so low to insult her character like that? You don’t even know her!”

Taehyung had no remorse for the probably purposeful look of shock you had on your face.

“Secondly, how can you justify accusing me of neglecting you when I am literally working for us? For our future!”

He noticed you were softening a bit at his calm dismantle of your behavior.

“Taehyung, you know I don’t care about that. We can have a small wedding; it doesn’t have to be so expensive that you need to work like this.”

Your comment made him give a small smile and shake his head in denial.

“I know you, Y/N. In five years, you’ll be bitter because we didn’t have a fairytale wedding. I just can’t please you.”

That memory wasn’t the first and it surely wasn’t the last of a long history of unnecessarily brutal fights you caused. If Taehyung wasn’t pampering you, you were accusing him. If you were upset afterwards, Taehyung was apologizing.

The amount of stupid, useless fights you caused almost made him question whether or not he wanted to let you give up.

Almost.

“There is nothing so intrinsically wrong with us that we can’t make this work,” he sighed in frustration.

You began to cry without warning, silent tears streamed down your cheeks without warning. Taehyung wanted to reach out, to hold you and kiss each one away. To say I’m sorry and take back how he hurt you. But, he wanted to keep his dignity and not crumble under the weight of your sorrow.

You needed to know that you were wrong too.

“Then w-why isn’t it working, Taehyung?”

“Because,” he grunted, “you’re fucking stubborn.”

This made you laugh amidst your crying. “I know,” you croaked out.

There was a tense pause and, to be honest, Taehyung was not sure where to go from here. The pitiful look had left your face, but it did not seem like any other change had been made in his favor.

Taehyung watched as you wiped your face one more time with your sleeve, a habit he’s always tried to get you to break. You were anxiously poking and prodding your way around your plate; but, your cake had grown stale and if there was any hot chocolate in your mug, it had grown cold.

So, he left you in the booth there without warning, without thinking, despite your teary eyes and the worried look on your face. And, he walked right up to Annie at the counter.

Annie was concerned, she had been concerned for weeks now. Of course, neither Taehyung nor you had the heart to answer her inquiries on why you two hadn’t stopped by in a while.

“Taehyung, sweetheart, you don’t know how good it is to see you two.” Her smile was empathetic lined with genuine happiness.

Annie truly was such a wonderful woman.

“I know, it’s just that things have been a little rough lately,” he kept it vague enough in the hopes that she wouldn’t realize that he was talking about the state of his relationship. “I need a favor from you, actually.”

A single brow quirked up and she smiled, “oh?”

“I need the best damn cookie you have ever made.”

Your POV

Left alone at the table as Taehyung conversed with Annie, there was not much for you to do with yourself except think. And think. And think. And think.

Your meeting with Taehyung had gone much differently than you thought it would. After two months of absolute silence after your request for a break, you made a decision and asked to meet at Annie’s.

You thought you had made a decision. This damned café and those heaven-sent treats have done nothing but assault your head with memories—good and bad.

It was getting cold again and it was just like déjà vu that you were sitting in a window booth looking out towards a gloomy sky. Except it wasn’t snowing.

Except you weren’t about to passively confess to Taehyung that you were in love with him. No, you were here to walk away from him.

You are here to walk away from him.

If you weren’t overreacting, he was making snide comments. If he wasn’t being condescending, you were being controlling. If you weren’t happy, he was. But if you were happy, he wasn’t.

Between the bickering, the jealousy, the distrust there was no reason to stay with him anymore. There was no reason why he should stay with you anymore. You really should have seen it coming.

Best friends for years, date for years, and then break up right before the wedding.

The ring you had given back to help was carefully placed in the middle of his clean tea saucer. It taunted you and reminded you of all your insecurities—all the insecurities and doubts you had brought up since the moment you fell in love with him.

It was the usual; doubts of his love for you, doubts of your place in his life, the overwhelming fear that eventually it would come to…

This.

An inconsolable breakup in your favorite place on earth; the place that started it all.

“Taehyung, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“What?” He scoffed, “finishing the fights that you started?” He shot back.

You threw your hands up in the air, preparing to leave your shared bedroom.

“I did not start this!” You were shouting again.

But he followed you down the hallway anyway, “and I did? I suggested we go to couples counseling and you started wailing about how I was being condescending!”

Turning around, bright red in the face, you spat your words at him. “Going to counseling means theres something wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with me, Kim Taehyung!”

He rolled his eyes in utter annoyance, “that’s a shitty viewpoint to have on needing counseling altogether, but this is couple’s counseling, Y/N. We would be going. TO. GE. THER.”

His words were punctuated and precise, loud and unrelenting. Each emphasis continued to be a hit to your ego.

“Even worse!” You grabbed your shoes from the front door and hurriedly put them on. “You’re supposed to go to counseling when you’ve been married for years! Not right before you get married!”

You were hurriedly grabbing your keys, your wallet. Brushing past him, you tore down the hallway back to your room to grab a change of clothes for the evening. Or the weekend. You weren’t sure.

All you knew was that you wanted to get as far away from Taehyung as you could.

He was standing in front of the door, arms folded but eyes brimming with wetness.

“Y/N, don’t do this to me. To us. Just do the counseling with me before you make a definite answer.”

You reached for the door and he wouldn’t budge, “out of my way. What good could it do to a failed relationship?”

He moved from the door but kept one arm in front of you, pleading for you not to leave.

“Baby, please. Don’t give up on us.”

But you shook your head and kept your eyes on your feet, ready to be free from him.

“I’ll give you a better answer when I come back.”

But you told him you need a break, a long one. The wedding was postponed for “financial” reasons, and the two of you tried your best to avoid each other.

It was difficult, but you picked up a rhythm of sticky notes as a form of communication. When he wasn’t home, you were. When you weren’t home, he was.

If the two of you unfortunately had to be home at the same time, Taehyung converted his office room into a bedroom as well. Air mattress and all.

It was two months before you left him a sticky note saying to meet him at Annie’s.

You should have known better than to come to a place that would obviously cloud your judgement.

Kim Taehyung came back with a plate with a single cookie. It was warm, and the icing look deliciously gooey. It was shaped like a moon and you knew it was yours.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you reached for the treat once Taehyung set the plate down.

You should not have accepted the cookie.

When you bit into it, every possible memory surrounding the Emporium struck your heart. From the moment you stepped into Annie’s original location, to his proposal, and to every perfect (and imperfect) date in between.

You were reminded of all the love, sorrow, joy, pain, and accomplishments over the course of your relationship with Kim Taehyung.

The onslaught on nostalgia hit you like a train, and you were crying as you chewed the third bite of the cookie. You quickly swallowed and buried your head in your hands. Obviously, you didn’t care what the other patrons, or Annie, thought because you needed to make a painful decision.

Both you and Taehyung deserved an answer.

The table shook as he got up from his side of the booth and slid into yours. His arms were around you, engulfing you in the tender love he always made an effort to give.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N,” he hushed. “Please, will you just do the counseling with me?”

The mention of the counseling had your sobs eventually drawing to a close, and you pulled away from his now soaking chest.

“Taehyung, there’s nothing we could do to fix this. I’m sorry.”

#networkbangtan #btsguild #kpopwonderlandtag #bangtan bookclub #taehyung angst #Kim Taehyung #BTS V fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #bts fanfiction

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⋆ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 — * ⋆ ╰ hey , did you happen to see DAMON NAM on campus today ? you know , the JEON JUNGKOOK look-alike in our seven am class ? yeah , that SENIOR . ah , well they had their SILVER NECKLACE on their desk this morning and left without it . i wanted to return it … but i have to get to class in five minutes . wait , don’t you see them around at THE APARTMENTS ? oh , great ! can you bring it to HIM then ? ugh , thank you so much. you’re the best ! now i know they get the rep of being EGOCENTRIC but you don’t have to worry . they’re always MAGNETIC . and who knows , maybe you two’ll hit it off ! i know that they’re a INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS major too . well , i have to jet before i miss my exam but i’ll catch you at the frat party later , right ? oh , you should bring DAMON ! it’s always fun having the PLAYBOY around .

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 :

fullname: damon nam

nicknames: none

age: twenty-three

d.o.b: april 15, 1996

zodiac: aries sun, leo moon, scorpio rising

gender: cismale

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: tattoo artist @ body electric tattoo and piercing

𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂 :

twt & insta handle: p7ayboy

insta followers: 1.3m

twt followers: 1m

tik tok: 750k

𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 :

cruisin’ around l.a with the windows down, drinking cold beers on a hot summer afternoon, old school music playing loudly from his apartment, late night kbbq dates with the gang, old childhood scars from fights and playing outside until late evening, silver jewelry around his neck and wrists, street racing, rolling blunts on the hood of his car, face smudge with oil and sweat working on his car, stumbling around the city on the lookout for his favorite food trucks, tattoos up to his neck and down his arms all the way to his back, a gold virgin mary necklace hanging from his rear view mirror, belting out to romantic spanish music drunk and slurring the words, always moving forward and never looking back, selfish tendencies, playing with people like a deck of cards, carrying a butterfly knife with him at all times

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 :

born and raised in east los angeles, damon had to grow up a little faster than his peers. he comes from a working class family, his parents both public school teachers trying to get by like every other family. being one of the very little korean-american families in maravilla, damon used to get picked on and bullied to the point he refused to get out of bed in his early elementary days. but like any kid, he made friends with some of the neighborhood kids that went to the same school he did, and they stuck by his side. it gave damon the confidence to stand up for himself now that he had his little group to the point he repeated the bad words they taught him in spanish to the same little boys that would pick on him, not knowing what it meant but knowing it was something about their moms that caused one his many first fights to break out in the school yard. after that, damon and his little band of misfits became a little notorious for getting into scuffles with other students.

he stayed in maravilla up until high school, venturing north to a new house due to his dad being offered the position of principal at a junior high. damon went on to attend lincoln high school but it wasn’t hard to fit in, nor was it difficult to fall into step with a new group of friends ( some of which he knew from his earlier days when he used to sneak out of his house with his friend and venture off ). high school was a ride, even if damon had found a place where he belonged people still loved to talk shit and damon loved nothing more than confrontation. he got into fights behind grocery stores, there was fights in empty parking lots where groups of people showed up before everyone scattered the moment they heard cop sirens down the street. damon did get caught once for a misdemeanor the summer before sophomore year and his parents had to get him out which was a hell of a ride home, both his parents almost losing their voices taking turns yelling at him.

it was that moment that his parents made him attend mandatory after school classes, starting smack in the middle of summer. it’s safe to say he was very angry about it but found no outlet to get it out on when he was confined to the library. he started doodling instead of doing his homework while he was in there, soon off he started drawing more and he had talent. he could draw any picture you put in front of him just by looking at it, and soon he started to create his own. that very same summer, on one of the rare days his parents let him out to go to one his friend’s birthday party, he met their older brother, covered in tattoos from his legs to his arms. old english font and a portrait of a woman he later learned was his wife. he was entranced by the ink that decorated the man, asking him questions as the man grilled the carne asada, coughing every once in a while the smoke blew in his direction.

too keep it short, damon wanted to do that. he wanted to draw permanent drawings on people and he wanted his own. he drew more, filling more sketchbooks with his own ideas and interpretations of others. he started working odd jobs after school, trying to save up for his own tattoo gun and ink, even venturing off to tattoo shops to observe them before he got told to scram. at the age of sixteen he had his own set and it wasnt long before his friends lined up to get their first tattoos done by damon. just little small things that didn’t require damon to worry too much about safety and health. the first tattoo he made on himself was a lucky eight ball and a match, now faded on the sides of his fingers.

at seventeen his got his fake id not only for booze but to get a job at a parlor -- not tattooing -- but cleaning up after them, keeping the store tidy and clean. he had a car at the time, an old beat up chevy, and it took him thirty minutes to get to body electric. the owner new damon was underage but he let him work anyway. point is, he was taken under his wing and became an intern, an apprentice, and by the time damon hit eighteen and got his tattoo license, he was able to work a couple hours at first. from 18 to now, damon has been in the same place with a booming following on social media -- which is thanks to his good looks and talent.

he’s been wanting to drop out of ucla because of how in-demand he is now. he’s tattooed celebrities, from socialites to rappers to all sorts of people. he hooks up his old friends from where he grew up for free, and his close friends at school too. but overall, damon makes hella bank now. which is why he finds school pointless, however, the owner of the parlor he works out told him that if he didn’t finish his bachelors he’ll fire him. the owner definitely grew to treat damon as a son, and wants him to venture out and travel with his talent, but he wants him to be smart about it and learn the ropes of the business industry. it’s why damon stays despite not being too happy about it, but it’s his last year and he’s going to make it one shot of patron at a time.

𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔:

damon is trilingual -- english, korean, and spanish ( considering he grew up in a heavily latinx/chincax neighborhood as a child, the language latched on to him ).

he’s very appreciative of the chicanx culture because he grew up around it, and they took him in despite not being chicanx himself he was still treated as family by his close friends. ( and also because i’m biased to my own culture and east los is heavily mexican/latinx )

he almost joined a gang but it was around the time he was forced into after school study where he found his outlet through art.

he knows how to dance pero like cumbias and shit, he’s hella good at it.

damon makes it his goal to be good at everything, it doesn’t even matter what it is.

he has a bmw he fixed up and uses it for street racing -- races which he wins most of the times ( just ask dae lmao ).

he can drive under the influence of weed but i do not condone this behavior !! but he can do it, but he’s beent doing it, don’t try this at home guys, or alone.

damon was a little heartthrob in high school though, going out with the girls and hooking up with some guys.

he was honestly one of the popular kids growing up, he was in THAT group that people longed to be a part of because they were always out mobbing, drinking, throwing parties and being out. they had fun, but they were also notorious trouble-makers.

his tik tok thing started as a joke because damon looked like the eboys that began to trend and now he has dae help him film them just for the hell of it, because why not. he’s got nothing to lose, it’s a good laugh in the end.

is a gym rat, he’s out there doing weights and bulking up and boxing because sometimes he just wants to procrastinate his homework and that’s valid, plus he’s gotta stay in shape with all that heavy drinking and weed intake.

patron is his best friend -- after dae of course lmao.

damon’s actually never been in love??? like he’s had maybe three s/o’s but it was never that serious? except maybe for his first one? but he’s never experienced something where he feels genuine care for a person and love, it’s mostly just lust and like the need to experience what it’s like being with someone but it never rlly takes off

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

gang shit: this one’s already taken up by whoever’s in the no homo chat but like, let me plot out dynamics with you all cause ion know how damon is gonna treat y’all characters if we don’t talk about it lmao

enemies: damon could always use some tbh, those are fun because damon grew up around people that have given him a hard time and he isn’t one to back down from a good altercation

an ex: listen, damon isn’t that great of a person he probably cheated on them only because he didn’t know they were exclusive and frankly, he doesn’t really even remember agreeing to be something but they were and even if damon knew, he still went ahead and did it.

highschool sweetheart, THE ex: listen this one is...particular and super specific. must be a girl/nb but latinx because i picture this being the person who really really taught damon more than he already knew, from dancing to romantic spanish music, etc. perhaps they weren’t in love but they did care about each other, damon even still has a gift i picture she gave him ( a gold virgin mary necklace ) hanging from his rear view mirror. this is like...when we can take up more chars ig? idk just thought i’d write it down

flings: hookups ig? except not people involved with dae cause he isn’t about to fuck no sloppy seconds lmao, if not he venturing out to usc away from ucla lmaooo

idk what else to add im so tired and this is so late and i just want to post it, so if y’all got anything else just hmu tbh

#bruins.intro #im late lol

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clevercatchphrase · 5 years

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Just some numbers and figures~

So! I finished my fan fiction, You Monster, this week, and it took me exactly 3 and a half years to write/edit/publish. This post at the time of writing, however, is being written a few days before the final chapter goes up, just examining some numbers and trends around the wordcount and posting rate of my fan fic, because i’m obsessed with numbers and such, and i’m just trying to chew up time and keep myself occupied before the last chapter goes public. There’s literally no point to this post other than to marvel at how long this story is and how long it took me to get it out there, and reflect on what happened to me in The Real World during that time. Care to join me?

In Microsoft Word, this entire story is 609 pages and 209,235 words. The word count is slightly higher on AO3 (which I consider the definitive draft), partly because AO3 counts formatting tags as words for some reason, and because if I make little adjustments to the story, I’ll do it on AO3, but not on the original word file (or corresponding tumblr post for that matter) because I can’t be bothered to.

According to AO3, I started this fic on January 3rd, 2016, smack dab in the middle of my winter break in my last year of college. I probably started writing it a few days before, maybe in december. I’m not really sure, but I’m kinda surprised I started it so early in the year, especially since I was writing by the seat of my pants for the first 14 chapters or so.

The following pictures highlight what days/months chapters were posted, according to AO3 (I personally think there might be a discrepancy or two due to timezones)

Chapter-wise, the first third of this story (Chapters 1 through 12) was written and posted in 2 months, and TWO THIRDS of the entire story (Chapters 1 through 25 (rounding up)) were written in the first YEAR.

Wordcount-wise, HALF the story (roughly 100k words) was written in one year.

There was a dramatic drop in productivity at the middle/end of 2016 due to Real World Stress, mostly me graduating & getting a job, the presidential elections, and learning a family member was starting to have kidney failure.

God, 2017 was a bad year for me, productivity-wise. In early June I lost said family member due to their kidney failure, and was completely unmotivated to work on You Monster for the rest of the year. I remember forcing myself to write for NaNoWriMo that year, and it helped snap me out of my funk, but I didn’t like how the writing came out and kept pushing off revising and editing the drafts for several weeks. I also remember getting really sick on christmas eve/day with a terrible flu, which made me unable to post the next chapter until January.

I actually felt a lot better mentally and emotionally in 2018. I WOULD have written more in early 2018, but that was also when the Hiveswap Comic Contest started, and lasted for 3 straight months with me doing nothing more than drawing comics for 12 consecutive weeks. Then, after that was over, I started thinking/planning more seriously about writing ANOTHER story, which later became Ghost Switch, and I offically started that halfway through 2018. I originally thought about making Ghost Switch a written work, but it was basically going to be another re-telling of Undertale, which was what I was doing with You Monster anyway, and I didn’t want to write all of that out again, so I decided to make it a comic instead. It was a great decision for me art-wise, because now I’m improving my art skills through weekly comic pages, but it was also a terrible decision art-wise because now I GOTTA KEEP DRAWING POSES AND BACKGROUNDS AND DRAWING PEOPLE IS HARD.

Back to the point- I forced myself to write this fic again for NaNoWriMo that year, and was terribly upset that I still didn’t finish. But this time, I forced myself to revise and edit my writing until it became something I could tolerate, and posted the next chapter in January (again, but this time because my writing needed far more revisions than last year’s nano draft)

Getting back into revising and editing DID seriously help me get back in the groove of Wanting To Write, but it was a little trickier now that I was also drawing a comic, and it was hard to manage my time between the two, because when I write, I do it for great stretches at a time. I mean, like, 4 or 5 hours straight of writing. Same goes for comic making, too. sketching the pages can take me two hours, and cleaning/inking/coloring them can take me anywhere from 4 to 6 hours.

Hm. If I included the other fics I wrote during this time, I get the feeling these calendars would look a lot more active and colorful. Maybe i’ll do that for myself later, so I can see how much I posted in 3 years.

This year, I was absolutely determined to finish this story, even if it killed me. I was still struggling to manage my time between writing and art, mostly dedicating a few weeks to make a buffer of comic pages so I could have a couple of weeks dedicated to writing. It was time consuming, and I felt bad when I worked on one but not the other, but I finally got my breakthrough in May, when I had to take multiple trips to an automotive shop for several different car repairs. Instead of just leaving my car there and going home, I brought my writing spirals with me and just wrote and wrote and didn’t stop writing while I waited in their loby. I finally finished the rough drafts of my story after being stuck for 4 hours in a Pepboys, and spent two more full days typing it out. Then, I rested for a week, and spent 3 more revising and editing the remaining bits. I was hoping to get the whole thing done and posted before July ended, but that did not end up being the case. For me, when we finally get to August, we have entered “the end of the year”. Ah, well. Even though I didn’t get the story completely posted before August, I can still take pride in knowing I finished it before the year was half way over~!

NOW FOR SOME NUMBERS!

I personally divide this story into 5 arcs, Ruins, Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, and New Home And Beyond (Which is basically anything that can happen after you unlock the true lab in-game)

Ruins

The Ruins arc I consider everything in chapters 1 thorugh 12. It is simultainiously the longest arc (chapter-wise, with 12 chapters which as mentioned earlier, is 1/3rd of the story) and also the shortest arc, only taking up 24k words (Which is an 8th of the entire story, or roughly 12.5%).It was also the quickest writen arc, as it was primarily prologue/first act material. Pretty much all of it was written in that first January. It’s 80 pages long, or 13% of all pages

Snowdin

The snowdin arc (chapters 13 to 22) is just under 25% of the entire story, coming in at 49 thousand words (on the nose!) It is the second longest arc in both word count and in number of Chapters (10, to be exact~) It took me roughly 4.5 months to write this arc. We also spend the most physical in-story time in Snowdin. Almost 3 full days, which is half of the story’s timeline (not counting the 7-8 years in the Ruins. That was all set-up) It’s 172 pages long, or 28% of all pages.

Waterfall

The Waterfall arc (Chapters 23 to 28) is the longest arc wordcount-wise, making up another 25% of the story, coming in at 53.6 thousand words, and dead center when it comes to the number of chapters it makes up (which is 6). Looking at this now, litterally half this story takes place in Snowdin and Waterfall. Roughly one full day is spent in waterfall, from noon of the first day, to roughly late morning of the second. This arc took me 11 months to write/post, and if you read the notes for these corrisponding chapters, you can tell I was not having a good time during it. It’s 178 pages long, or 29% of all pages.

Hotland

The Hotland arc, (chapters 29 to 32) Is the shortest arc chapter-wise, with only 4 (10% of all chapters), and second shortest arc wordcount-wise, coming in at 36 thousand words, or about 18% of the story. It’s also the shortest in-story arc time-wise, seeing as you only spend about half a day here. I did not like writing the hotland arc! Mostly in part because Hotland is my least favorite region in the game. Chapter 32 is probably my least favorite out of all of what I’ve written. It was difficult figuring out what to do with Alphys and Mettaton, seeing as their interactions with you in game heavily focus on you and your human-ness. I am quite glad that each chapter was pretty neatly divided by in-game floors. It was a good way to know where a chapter could end and when I could give the characters some breathing room. It took me over a year to complete the Hotland arc, and most of that time was because I didn’t want to revise and edit what I wrote. It’s 123 pages long, or 20% of all pages.

New Home and Beyond

I don’t consider the True Lab part of Hotland because of in-game story reasons. You can’t access it until you’ve gone to New Home at least once, and once you enter it, you cant leave until you finish it, which, again, takes you to new home. Honestly, once you get to the true lab, you’ve won the game. There is no way to ruin your pacifist playthrough once you get to the lab, and while the amalgamates may kill you, you can’t “lose” once you get this far. That’s why I consider Chapter 33 the start of the New Home arc even though in my story we haven’t seen new home yet (mostly because there are no saves or resets in this story, so we kinda couldn’t have gone there first).

The New Home arc is the second shortest chapter-wise, making up the last 5 chapters (13% of all of them), and is dead-center when it comes to word count, finishing with 46.5 thousand words, or roughly the last 25%. I was actually really excited to write everything from chapter 34 to 36 after having been fantisizing about it in my head for the last two years. I gotta be honest, the end of chapter 37 gave me some trouble. I was still making edits up to a few days before it went public, but I think I got the feelings I wanted across~ It’s 161 pages long, or 26% of all pages.

Extra???

I started keeping a word file for bits of dialogue and scenes that I originally wrote in my spiral, but ultimately cut for one reason or another. Mostly these are just sentences and snippets that sounded redundant, ooc, or were just an alternate dialouge I decided not to use. I didn’t start doing this until chapter 28, according to my files, but according to the masterfile, there were 6.4 thousand words I ended up not using.

There are, in fact, several bullet points I had originally planned and ended up not using, such as Sans ASKING Undyne to keep an eye on the kid while they were in waterfall, which sounded hypocritical after I wrote him coming to peace with them, as well as having Asgore tuoring the Underground that week, and thus Sans, Papyrus, Undyne and Alphys having to hide Frisk from him once they become friends. (the painkillers Alphys also gave frisk were actually supposed to induce drowsiness in Frisk, making them fall asleep so Alphys could keep them from going to New Home, but this was a point I dropped at the absolute last minute, and you can tell if you re-read chapter 29, because it’s hinted at, but the painkillers are never mentioned again. I figured that plot point was a little too dark for Alphys’ character)

Fun Fact: the zalgo text in Chapter 27 DOES actually have dialouge in it, if you know what to look for. Only one person has asked about it, but no one has yet to decifer it.

AT A GLANCE:

ARC LENGTHS (CHAPTER WISE) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Hotland (4 Chapters)

New Home and Beyond (5 Chapters)

Waterfall (6 Chapters)

Snowdin (10 Chapters)

Ruins (12 Chapters)

ARC LENGTHS (WORDCOUNT WISE) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Ruins (24k)

Hotland (36k)

New Home and Beyond (46.5k)

Snowdin (48k)

Waterfall (53.6k)

ARC LENGTHS (PAGE COUNT) SHORTEST TO LONGEST

(Same order as above)

TIME TAKEN TO WRITE/PUBLISH, SHORTEST TO LONGEST

Ruins (1 month)

Snowdin (4.5 months)

New Home and Beyond (~6 months)

Waterfall (11 months)

Hotland (>1 Year)

Other Numbers For Some Reason

Chapters 1 through 19 make up the 1st 50k words (this when Frisk falls into the underground, up to Sans attacking them in the kitchen) 19 chapters

Chapters 20 through 26 make up the 2nd 50k words (when Frisk decides to seek asgore’s help, to when Undyne cuts the bridge) 7 chapters

Chapters 27 through 31 make up the 3rd 50k words (when Frisk dislocates their shoulder to Flowey killing the messenger spider) 5 chapters

Chapters 32 through 37 make up the 4th 50k words (When Mettaton decides to change the programming, to Frisk’s final choice) 6 chapters

Only 5 chapters exceed 10k words, they are chapters 22, 27, 28, 33 and 36

Here’s a visual representation of all the chapters and their word counts in relation to one another. I was so startled by the spikes of chapter 22 and 28 that I had to go back and skim the chapters to remind myself what went down in them and why they were so long. Chapter 22 is papyrus trying to keep the human in snowdin while sans runs some errands, and then the human discovering the skelebro’s deceit. Chapter 28 is the human realizing Undyne tried to murder them, and then escaping from waterfall. I distinctly remembering saying I could have split chapter 28, but I was so tired of writing waterfall that I refused to do so because I just wanted it to end already.

I find it absolutely hilarious how consistant my word count was until chapter 20 (chapter 15 is an outliar), and then everything went off the rails.

Here’s a graph of the total word count, shown to you NaNoWriMo style~ (I spent way too long in excel making both of these charts, please validate me)

The climb definitely looks a lot less drastic here, as it is always building on itself, but if you look closely, you can see one or two inflection points, roughly around chapter 20 and 28.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I’m so glad to finally be done with this story. It’s certainly deviated from what I originally planned, but I think all the changes are for the better. Now I can think about writing other things, like the PTA!AU shorts I’ve been meaning to do. It was fun and it was challenging, and this is literally the longest thing I’ve ever written in my life. Will I ever make a story this long again? Maybe?? If I ever encounter another game with as much character and worldbuilding as Undertale that also just hits me in the feels the same way, I might, but for now I’m going to focus on other projects (most of them still undertale related, but shut up)

Got any questions, comments, concerns for my fic? I’m so glad it’s done, now, and I’d be happy to talk about my thoughts behind it~

#Undertale #Fan Fic #My Writing #Long Post #you monster #I still dont have internet so I'm gonna push this up in the queue

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Milkshake 4

The College Years

It has been about a year and a half since the last Incident. The girls are all now in College together sharing a house. The electric girl, once known as the new girl, was enrolled in engineering classes. Since starting college, she had started hormonal therapy and was known to “borrow” the others clothes often as she built up her own wardrobe after the transition. The girl was enrolled in Education classes, with some theology studies into the paranormal. “You know, just in case,” she would justify to the others. The delivery girl, who was still delivering pizzas, was probably the most surprising. She went into Accounting. “Math is easy. How hard can this be?” She was wrong. The first year flew by, basic classes, some of them shared notes and classes. Starting the second year, classes became more specific and they shared less classes. It was only a couple of months into the new year of school when the parties started every weekend.

They would just spring up randomly and most of the kids would go to what ever apartment, dorm, or fraternity house. No one knew when the party was, it would just start and everyone would come. The girls never went. It really wasn’t their scene and they were still underage. In competitive response, one of the sororities decided to hold their own party. The Electric Girl dragged The girl and the delivery girl with her. “Come on! I wanna go where the girls are.” The delivery girl rolled her eyes, “but it’s going be a bunch of rich kids who are going be all snooty if we aren’t wearing the in trends.” The girl followed with her, “Plus, I need to study for a test on Monday.” The Electric girl gave puppy eyes, “Pweeeeease! I’m too shy to go alone. And I promise to help you study.” The girl sighed, “Fine, I’ll go.” The Delivery girl held up her hands, “What? No bribe for me?” The electric girl quickly replied, “I’ll buy you lunch?” The Delivery girl nodded and stood up. “Ok, I’m in.”

They walked to the sorority. The street was filled with people. The Fraternity also had a party going across the street. The girls quickly realized something was off. Some off the boys, mostly gay men, were on the Fraternity side. Then there was a group of boys in the middle of the street. Occasionally one would go to one side or the other, but most just seemed confused and just stood in the middle of the road, walking back and forth but never stepping foot on the sidewalk. Finally, some of the boys were drinking milkshakes on the other side but all seemed confused, as if the flavor wasn’t quite right.

The girls slowly approached because no one seemed to be panic yet. “Let’s split real quick and see what is happening,” stated the girl, “I’ll check the group in the middle.” The electric girl quickly popped up, “I’ll check out the girls….house….sorority.” The Delivery girl rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll check out the stinky boys house.”

The girl in the middle that the boys seemed to be very confused. It was difficult to get anyone’s attention and if she did, it didn’t last long. There words were slow and stretched as they headed towards the Fraternity but as soon as they turned back to the Sorority, they became unattached, uncooperative, and seemed to completely ignore the girl. The delivery girl notice those at the Fraternity seemed rather normal. They still conversed about topics and walked with a purpose. The only thing that stood out is the head of the house would occasionally call out, “The weekend are for the boys,” and the other would hoot and holler and drink whatever they had in their hands. It didn’t seem to matter what it was, water, alcohol, soda, she thinks she saw 1 boy drink half of gallon of milk he had in his hand. The electric girl was confused entering the sorority. None of the boys were talking, just mumbling incoherently. The girls there, the sorority sisters, seemed confused but continued about there business. They were selling milkshakes on the front porch. The line was long of boys, they would set down money for the milkshake, get it, taste, make a sour face, and return to the end of the line to buy another shake. The electric girl snuck around the side of the house and peered into the house. Her worse nightmare was true and she ran back to the other girls. The delivery girl was walking back as the electric girl was sprinting back.

“what’s the matter?” asked the girl. “Blend! House!” huffed the electric girl, out of breath from running. “What?” The Delivery girl asked. “The Blender! The curse! It’s there! In House!” The girl stepped up and walked towards the electric girl. “That can’t be. We broke it. We buried it. We burned it.” “Well not to make matters worse, I think we have another curse,” spoke up the delivery girl, “I am not sure who or how but the Fraternity seems to have another mind spell. When 1 chants, they all respond to it. It doesn’t seen to matter if the boy has been there a while or just got there but that all respond the same. And again, it’s only the boys that seem to be affected.” The girl nodded, “I noticed something with the guys in the middle too. As long as they were going to the Frat house, they could speak, but as soon as they were pulled to the Sorority, all speech was gone.” “What are we going to do?” worried the Electric girl. “If the boys get to the milkshake, what will happen? Or if the Fraternity ends their party first, then they will all go to the Sorority and destroy the place?” The girl thought to herself, shaking a finger, “We have to break the curse. Both of them. I don’t know how the Fraternity curse works, and at this time I am not worried but if we stop the Blender curse first, then we can stop the Frat curse.” The delivery girl nodded, “Ok but how do we do that? You said we already broke it, burned it. What else can we do?” The girl thought back to her books, “I remember reading somewhere that when a curse is made, there is normally something added to the item from the creator. We just have to find that, and then we can find the creator, that creepy lady, and have them remove the curse.” The delivery girl nodded, “Ok we have a plan. I’ll run home and get the car.” The girl nodded, “we will get the blender.” The delivery girl ran off, the electric girl spoke up, “Ok but how?” “You will get it.”

The electric girl walked up to the side of the porch and called one of the sisters over, “Hey. Sorry to bother, I know your busy but I need to use the restroom, do you mind? I am too far from home to go there and I don’t want to go across the street.” The sister looked across the street as the boys began doing another chant. She sighed, “Fine but make it quick. Only sisters are allowed in the house but I’ll make an exception. Meet me around back.” The electric girl ran around as the girl hid under the window where the blender was first seen. Upon going in, she made an effort to ask about the blender, “Is that an original to the house? It looks older than your other blenders.” The sister looked over and turned back. “That thing, no it’s not original. One of the other girls said they found it on a walk, tripped over one half and saw the other half a distance away. Assumed someone just littered it. But it had all of it’s pieces and we needed an extra blender for tonight so we washed it good. We will probably just throw it away tomorrow. Anyways, the bathroom is just down the hall on the left. I need to get back up front.” “Thank you,” said the electric girl and walked down the hall. After waiting what she felt was enough time, she slowly came out of the bathroom. She saw no one was in the kitchen. She hurried and opened the window. As she was going back to the blender, she heard one of the sister mention to get to last milkshake. She quickly yanked the blender from the wall and threw it out the window. “What are you doing?” yelled the sister. It was a different one from before. The electric girl heard honking from the street. “My ride is here. Bye,” and out she ran with the sister calling after her to wait and asking what she did with the blender. Jumping in the car, the electric girl breath a sigh of relief, “That was close.” A grumpy girl replied back, “yeah, too close.” That is when the electric girl noticed the girl was covered in milkshake. The delivery girl reached out with a finger, wiping some of the milkshake off and sticking her finger in her mouth, “mmm, chocolate shake.” The girl shot her daggers. The delivery girl just nodded, “Yep, just shut up and drive.”

Getting back to the house, the girl took a shower as the other 2 dismantled the blender. When the girl walked in to the room with a towel on her head and wearing new clothes, the electric girl exclaimed, “Ah Ha! Found it!” She held up a lock of hair. The girl cast a spell on it over a town map. The lock of hair swung on a string for a moment until it pointed at the school. “She’s here?!” yelled the delivery girl. “Apparently,” said the girl. The girl then took a piece of hair and tied it to a compass and chanted a new spell. The other girls stood back. The delivery girl spoke up, “You know a lot of spells.” The girl blushed, “Well yeah. I studied in case we had another curse come up or in case the blender returned.” The girls left the house followed the compass around school. They quickly arrived back at the sorority. “She was here the whole time?! Oh come on!” griped the delivery girl. “She must have changed her appearance. I didn’t see her earlier. Does anyone odd to you?” ask the girl. The Electric girl pointed at the back side of the house, seeing one of the sisters searching frantically. As they walked towards her, the could hear her mumbling to herself, “where is it? What did she do with it?” Once close enough, the sister snapped her head up and pointed at the electric girl, “You! What did you do with it?” The girl let go of the compass, it flew and hit the sister in the forehead before falling to the ground. This was enough of a shock to return the witch back to her original form. “What did you do to me?” She screamed out. “I broke you blending spell. Now we need you to break you blender spell.” the witch scoffed, “why would I do that? I am only trying to bring people together.” The delivery girl yelled out, “Because it turns boys into zombies and makes them attack homes.” The witch laughed to herself, “well it’s not like boys were that smart to begin with, right?” The girl stepped forward, “You will break this curse. It is not ‘bringing people together,’ it is just causing fear, panic, and destruction. Also we need your help destroying another curse.” “Another curse?” asked the witch. “You haven’t noticed the boys acting weird in the middle of the street? Or at the frat house?” asked the electric girl. The witch looked across the street, “That’s just a stupid Frat party…right?” The girls then took the witch over so she could see for herself. Quickly she perked up, “I know this magic. This is how I learned magic.” She began frantically looking through the house. The girls followed behind her, making sure she wasn’t trying a new spell or hypnotizing the boys.

They arrived to the roof of the house. There stood the Frat Head. “Honey?” called out the witch. The Frat Head slowly turned around. His smiled slowly faded into confusion. “Pumpkin?” The witch nodded and ran to the Frat Head. Once she touched him, his disguise faded and he turned to an equally old man. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I missed you so much over the years. I continued studying magic that you taught me, hoping one day you would return.” He looked down at her, “I tried finding you but no one knew where you went. I thought that since we met at a party like this, I would just make another and another until you returned.” The witch laughed, “I did the same thing but with the memory of our first date.” They laughed and kissed each other deeply. The electric girl watched like it was a movie of star crossed lovers. The delivery girl faked gagged childishly. The girl coughed to regain their attention. The witch stopped and turn to the girls, “Oh, I am sorry honey. These are the girls who found me out. And found you sort of.” the man began to talk, “thank you, young women for bringing back my love and…” The girl getting impatient, “yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s all good but I need to study for a test and curses to break.” The witch turned back to the man, “well, we found each other. We don’t need the spells anymore.” They joined hands and chanted. Slowly, the boys who were stuck in the middle of the street began to pick a side and sit down with sore legs. The girls left slowly, the electric girl waving bye and wishing them the best of luck on their re-found love.

Arriving home, the girl saw the disassembled blender, “Get rid of it now.” “No,” cried the electric girl, “It’s like a trophy of saving the town.” “Well, don’t fix it or stick a label of ‘NO MILKSHAKES’ on it,” offered up the delivery girl. “Why not? The curse is broke after all,” justified the electric girl. “No!” the other 2 yelled. “and keep it in your room. I don’t even want to see that stupid thing,” added the girl. Picking up the pieces, “Fine, fine, it’ll be my trophy,” and took the blender to her room. “And I got my trophy,” said the delivery girl, pulling the girl in, giving her kisses on her neck. The girl giggled and pushed her away. The delivery girl liked her lips, “you still taste like chocolate shake.” “Jerk!” called out the girl, “I am taking another shower now. Make us dinner.” The delivery girl laughed and called to the electric girl, “hey, sparky! Go get dinner.” The electric girl yelled from her room, the sound of an electric drill whirling, “I said lunch, not dinner. And she told you too.” “Dammit.”

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#milkshake #my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard #wlw #trans #college #breaking the curse #the end?

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