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heeracha · 2 years

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## jake’s watch. — p. jay

content/warning(s): e2l, jay x reader, jake being stressed, swearing, tell me when i missed something, lowkey highkey self-indulgent, unproof read

wc: 1.2k

note: kinda inspired by that one ep in friends and seinfield,,, i should stop watching these kinds of sitcoms,, again be proud that its not a hee fic lmao even though this was supposedly for hee hELP LMAO anyway enjoy <3 the pics lowkey contradicted jay here hELP

jake rolls his eyes, sighing as he opens the door of his shared apartment with jay. he goes in, the screams going back and forth from you and jay. jake looks at the two of you glaring at each other, looking like about to jump on the other and have a full on fist fight. jake never understood you two’s relationship. sometimes, he’d walk in with you in jay’s arm crying, other times jay would be screaming curses about how you’re always in the apartment, but jay would later on look for you in hopes to find your comfort.

but now, screaming at each other.

“how is it my fault?! explain—”

“you seriously agreed on this!”

“guys—”

“because you forced me to!”

“you know my ideas are stupid at times—”

“at times?! no! all of your ideas are stupid!”

“guys!” jake shouts, sighing as he momentarily closes his eyes. he looks at you and jay, finger pointing at the two of you. “can you not fight for a minute that i’m here?” jake says and you and jay silently glare at each other. “what are you doing here, y/n?”

“yeah, y/n, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“jay!” jake scolds and jay scowls as you smirk at him.

“sunghoon asked me to drop some stuff for you.” you say, grabbing the paper bag and giving it to jake who takes it, mumbling a thank you. “where have you been?”

“you plan to ruin his day?” jay says.

“no! i plan to ruin your face!” you burst and jake sighs as you and jay started screaming at each other again.

“oh, god,” jake mumbles as he covers his face with his hands. he comes forward, placing his hands on your shoulder and jay’s. “you two, stop.” jake says and you huff, glaring at jay as he clenches his jaw. “act like adults, please! one day you’re best friends, the other you hate each other. can you please fucking decide if you hate each other or what? please.”

“but jake, he—”

“ah! no.” jake dismisses.

“jake, they—”

“no! i don’t care!” jake snaps, sighing. he pushes the two of you down to sit on the couch. “talk to each other, whatever, i don’t care. if you hate each other, fight but not when anyone’s around. if you two are friends, then talk and laugh. if you like each other, go out on a date, make out, whatever!” he says as he goes to his room.

you and jay look at each other, then away from each other.

stupid denial idiots.

after a few moments, jake comes back out with his bag. “i’m gonna go to heeseung hyung’s. he needs help with something. i’ll be back late.” he says and jay hums, raising his hand as a bye. “oh, i need my watch tomorrow, okay?”

“i’ll give it tomorrow.” jay answers and jake hums.

“when i get back, no yelling, no shouting, no fighting. act like adults and resolve your issues.” jake says.

you softly sigh, grabbing a pillow as you feel a tug on the opposite end. you look up, seeing jay grabbing it as well. you let go, pushing it to him. “no, it’s fine.” jay says, pushing it back to you.

“no,” you softly say, pushing it back.

“just take it.” jay says, pushing it.

“i offered it first.” you say, glaring at jay.

“and i said it’s fine!” jay snaps.

and jake groans. “i haven’t left yet!” he says and you frown, pushing the pillow to jay, but he pushes it back again. so you push it to the floor causing jay to scoff. “seriously, you two need therapy.”

mhm, couples therapy.

“i’m going. no fighting, okay?” jake says and you hum. “bye.”

“bye.”

“take care.”

you look down, playing with your fingers as you soon hear the door closing. you turn to jay and he looks at you, noticing your actions. so, he turns to you as well. “so?” you softly ask and jay scoffs.

“don’t tell me you’re going to do what jake said.” jay said and you shrug, looking down. “i’m sorry for raising my voice.”

“me, too.” you say. “your ideas aren’t stupid.”

“i know.” jay says and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“why do you always do that?” you say. “when i’m on the verge of changing my mind that you are not an actual asshole, you would go and—”

jay leans in, pressing his lips against yours as you feel his finger under your chin, tilting your head as he kisses you. he pulls back, looking into your eyes and you pout. “you do that.” you softly finish and jay only smiles. you cup his cheeks, pressing your lips against his and he kisses back right away.

at least jake got what he wanted. he came home to a very peaceful apartment. lights off, no screaming, not shouting. jake goes to his bedroom, smiling as he sleeps peacefully. the next day comes, jake gets ready as he prepares himself for an event in his workplace. he comes out of his room in a semi-formal outfit, going to the kitchen as he sees jay sipping coffee while reading the newspaper.

others go through their phones, but jay goes through the newspaper.

“morning,” jake greets.

“morning,” jay replies as he takes a mug, putting coffee in and giving it to jake who thanks him.

“i assume you and y/n are okay now?” jake says. “for now, at least.”

jay hums, looking at him. “i think we’ll be okay for a long time.” he says and jake raises his eyebrows in surprise. “so, what’s the event for today?”

jay and jake got to talking until jake finished his coffee. jake puts it in the sink, but when he sees jay glaring at him, he immediately grabs the sponge to wash it. “i’ll be going now,” jake announces as he dries his hands, jay humming. jake walks to the door, but stops when he remembers about his watch.

“jay, my watch. i want to wear it today.” jake says and jay hums, about to get off of his seat but stops. jake looks at him confused when jay opens his mouth, no words leaving and then looks at jake. “what?”

jay only clears his throat, nodding behind jake. jake turns around, seeing you. “morning,” he says with a smile.

“morning,” you say. “is this your watch?”

jake looks at what you’re holding and jake beams, taking it from you. “yeah, thanks. how did you know?” jake asks, chuckling.

“jay wears vintage-ish watches. the leather kinds, you know?” you say and jake hums, agreeing as he puts the watch on his wrist. he never saw jay wear steel ones, now that he’s thinking about it.

…now that he’s thinking, why the hell are you here on a sunday at 6:47 am? jake looks at you as his smile turns down, studying you and he notices now that you’re wearing jay’s oversized button up that falls on your knees. you press your lips into a thin line, looking at jake as he looks at jay who sips on his coffee, a subtle smile on his lips.

“i hate the two of you.” jake says, shaking his head as he grabs his coat and leaves the apartment. you only giggle as jay smiles widely. you go to him as you hug him from behind.

“good morning,” you greet and jay hums, kissing your cheek.

“good morning, honey.” he says as you look at him for permission to drink on his mug and he nods, putting an arm around you as he continues to read the paper.

oh, jake is going to deal with another thing.

— august 26, 2022. heeracha

#i just feel like jay's a newspaper kind of guy lmao idk why #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #jay imagines #jay scenarios #jay reactions #jay fluff #jay x reader

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spctrsgf · 2 years

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the simulation

summary: you’re a new pilot joining the resistance, and the Black Squadron sends you and others into a simulation to test your abilities

word count: 3.1k

warnings: language, she/her pronouns, guns and blowing stuff up ig? it’s not graphic or anything

a/n: finally got around to posting this guy (unproofed cus my editor is busy)! we’re just gonna pretend that Marc’s parents found out how to live on Hoth for the sake of this story okay? please leave your thoughts so that i may improve <3

“Hello everyone, this is your pilot speaking. We will be on base in about 20 minutes, so please make sure you are seated with all your items and with your designated group.”

You looked to your right, quadruple checking that you were in the right section of the craft. Pilots, it read. Your shoulders slumped in relief and you let out a breath you’d been holding in, trying to calm your shaky hands.

To say you were nervous was a severe understatement. Everyone around you was talking, seemingly comfortable in their newfound purpose and home. Not that you were ungrateful for this opportunity, it’s just that you never felt like you really fit in. You were too nervous, too quiet to feel like the people around you were in the same boat.

There was one woman in the corner who seemed to be shutting herself out, but after a second look you noticed that she was deaf and couldn’t hear the commotion anyways. You supposed that she was set to be a mechanic of some sort.

So, that left you were alone in your feelings and nothing you were trying was helping the anxiety gnawing at your throat. Breathe, y/n, breathe. You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the particularly loud conversation from the people to your right.

“Everyone!” You jumped at the sound of the man over the loudspeaker. “We have landed. Please leave through your appropriate exits and welcome to the resistance!”

You stood up, grabbing your backpack and following the crowd out the door. You noticed helmets tucked under many peoples arms, suddenly feeling a little left out of the memo.

You don’t have the money for that, you idiot.

You smiled slightly as you remembered stealing your favorite helmet from the lady across the street, wishing you could have taken it with you. But the helmet was hers: you couldn’t do that to her even if you wanted to.

Anyway, you followed the rest of the pilots to who you assumed was the General, waiting for her to sort the masses. You were surprised at the lack of people in your group, there were roughly twenty of you. She nodded you and some ten others gently to a group of pilots, already suited up and ready to fly.

Staying to the back of the group, you found a nice spot between two heads to watch as one man stepped forward. You marveled slightly at him, his curly black hair flopped on his forehead as his brown eyes sparkled. His posture demanded respect yet he wasn’t intimidating; just enthusiastic.

“Welcome, recruits. I’m Commander Dameron,” the said man spoke. “I trust you all had a good flight in?”

Murmurs of agreement answered him.

He laughed. “Good. Now, to the point: based on a previous assessment, you all have been declared the best. We are the Black Squadron, the best of the best in the resistance. Currently we’re down two members, and that’s where you all come in. Two of you will be chosen to join us, if any of you are deemed good enough. There will be a test, but first we’ll let you all get settled into your quarters, and a droid will let you know when to come out to test.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, following one of the members of the squadron to the rooms. Your mind, on the other hand, reeled from Dameron’s speech. Best of the pilots? Two new people joining the Black Squadron? And, perhaps the most blaring thought of all: you were one of the contestants?

A man next to you touched your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “The droid says you’re right here.” He pointed to a door. “Oh, uh, thank you.” You smiled awkwardly, him returning the gesture (less awkward than yours, for sure) before following the rest of the group.

You pressed a button to open the door, not expecting it to work. You figured it just scanned your DNA or something when you pressed the button as you strode into the room, flipping on a light. It was a nice but simple room: a bed in the far right corner, a desk in the left, a bathroom across from the bed and a wardrobe across from the desk.

You placed your backpack on the bed before venturing to the wardrobe, whipping it open to find it stocked lightly. Their was a few pairs of orange pants, some tank tops (white and black), and a flight suit like the one Commander Dameron had been wearing.

Wait.

You whirled back to see the suit in all its glory. You ran your finger along the slightly worn material, lingering on the resistance symbol. You belonged here now, this was your home. A wave of emotions hit you like a truck, causing you to tear up and drop your fingers from where they were wrapped along the sleeve.

Composing yourself before your eyes grew red and puffy, you noticed something on the top shelf of the wardrobe. A helmet perched on it, and you quickly found that it fit perfectly on your head. “How’d they know?” You murmured to yourself, placing the helmet down gingerly and moving to unpack the rest of your stuff.

——

A knock sounded to your door, causing your to jump from your light stupor. You stumbled over to the door, opening it to find a droid waiting. “You have ten minutes to get ready before I escort you and the others to Commander Dameron. Please wear your designated flight suit and helmet.” With that, it whirred away to bother the next person down.

You swallowed deeply, your nervousness bursting up through the seams of the box you had just managed to cover as you slipped on the suit. You looked yourself over in the mirror. Part of you was screaming ‘this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever worn and the orange does not compliment your complexion’ and the other part of you was screaming ‘you did it your gonna be a fucking resistance pilot’.

You chose to listen to the ladder as you grabbed your helmet and headed out the door. Touching your free hand to your wrist, you reassured yourself that your bracelet was still intact, only relaxing once you felt your fingers brushed against the moon shaped beskar.

The droid and the other pilots arrived not long after you stepped out of your room, you falling in line with the nice man that had directed you to your room earlier. “Hey,” he greeted. “I’m Marc.” (I had to okay)

You smiled, easing at not having to initiate a conversation. “I’m y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise.”

“So,” he started in the short silence that ensued your answer. “Where are you from?”

“Tatooine.”

His eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Yeah?” Was that so hard to believe?

“That’s so cool!”

You grinned. “Not really, but where are you from?”

He leaned in. “Hoth.”

Your eyes widened. “What? How? I thought it was inhospitable.”

“Not enough for my parents. They were hiding from the Empire and figured it was a good place to hide since no one goes there.”

“Huh. That’s smart if you ask me.”

Marc laughed. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“How’d you get food?”

“My mom knew a man who flew around a lot. He’d bring us a shit ton of food every few weeks.”

You gaped. “Awesome. What was his name?”

Marc was about to say something else, but your little group reached the hangar and Commander Dameron, causing Marc to quiet. “Welcome, recruits!” He waved his hands in the air. “Now we will be testing you to decide where to place you in terms of squadrons. One of which could be the Black Squadron, led by me.”

Another man stepped forward. “Hello, everyone, I’m Snap. Snap Wexley. And before you ask,” he held his finger out mockingly. “I want to be called Snap, skip all of that formal crap that Dameron does. Anyway, the test is relatively simple. The four of us,” he gestured to him, Dameron, and two others. “Will be split into two groups, as will you all. We’ll fight against each other and see which team has the last ship standing.”

“It’s a simulation,” Dameron cut in. “The simulation ships act and feel exactly as our normal x-wing would. The sides of your ship will plunge you into the reality at hand, and you will fly out of your respective star carrier to attack the other team. We will have droids act as people on the carriers to make the simulation seem as real as possible.”

Snap chuckled. “Alright, we’ll split you up into teams now.” He paused. “Oh! And this is Karé,” he pointed to a blonde haired woman. “And Mei.” He pointed to a shorter woman.

——

Soon enough, you found yourself in the cockpit of a simulator x-wing, riding along Snap, Mei, Marc and three other people who’s names you hadn’t retained.

To say you were nervous was, again, an understatement. You knew that Snap and Mei were good pilots: they were on the Black Squadron, after all. But Dameron? You’d heard things about him. Even on Tatooine you had, whispers of him being the best pilot the resistance had.

And now you were fighting against him. Lovely.

“R-four, check in.” Snap’s voice floated through the radio to your right. “R-four to Snap, I’m here.” You replied, remembering your call name.

“R-five?”

“Here, Snap.”

“Alright, Rookies,” Mei’s voice floated over the comms. “Show us what you got.”

The windows of your ship tinted, pulling you up and into the hangar of a star carrier much like the one you had just been in, but the doors were open and your teammates were rushing out of it. You quickly jetted yourself forward and out into space, getting into the zone.

“What’s the plan?” You heard Marc shout into the comms.

“Take ‘em down, R-two!” Snap yelped back.

“That’s a shit plan!” R-three yelled back.

“I have an idea!” You didn’t even hesitate to respond, your normal uneasiness fading. “We should split! Some people should distract their shooters and some people take down the carrier!”

“R-four, I like that plan,” Mei said. “But it’s hard to take down the carrier!”

“You have a point! Maybe we start with the communications first?”

“Everyone listen to R-four!” Snap cut in with a laugh. “She knows her shit!”

“Atta girl!” Marc yelled. “I’ll go with you to the comms!”

“Okay! Cover us!” You agreed, shooting up and over where the current commotion between both sides was happening.

Marc trailed closely behind you as you made your way to their star carrier. “Watch out, R-two! They got guns!” Marc quickly swerved to dodge the shots, alerting a rogue ship from the other side.

“We got company!” Marc yelled.

“I see them! Just keep trying to dodge!”

You studied the field, calculating your next move to avoid being shot. The enemy ship was coming from the right, the star carrier shooting from the front…

“Marc! I’m gonna do some weird maneuvering stuff so just try to follow me!”

“Yes ma’am!”

You dipped straight down almost immediately, dipping out of sight from the star carrier. Marc followed, and you correctly anticipated the follow of the enemy x-wing. “Time for the old switcharoo.” You yanked the controls upwards, flipping behind the trailing ship and blasting it to pieces.

“R-four! Nice shot!” Marc yelled over comms. “One ship down!”

A chorus of cheers sounded from the comms, and you beamed.

“Alrighty,” you said, mostly to Marc. “Let’s do Step 2.”

You came to the bottom of the ship, scoping underneath for a pressure point. “Y/n?” Marc asked, trailing you. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see if there’s somewhere that I can destroy the whole ship.”

“That wasn’t the plan!”

“Yeah, I know. But the comm antenna is also down here.”

“Alright…” Marc seemed apprehensive.

“We’ll be fine! We just have to find that antenna!”

“I see it!” You turned your ship around just in time to see Marc get blasted.

Flipping away from the shots, you managed to shoot back, hitting the ship that was shooting. “R-two is out, I hit one more!”

“So is R-one! Out, I mean.” Mei yelled.

“We’re taking damage! Snap, whats the plan?” You yelled.

“I don’t know, you’re the one with the good ideas!”

“And your the one who’s actually on the squadron!”

“Hold on!” A grunt sounded through the comms. “Just shot one!”

“Me too!” Yelled the quiet voice of R-five.

“Three more to go!” Mei cheered. “R-four, how’s your job lookin?”

“Good! Comms are down!”

“Perfe-“ Snap started to say, only to be cut off.

“Snap’s out!” Mei screeched.

“Shit!” R-three yelled. “What now?”

“R-four?”

You maneuvered around the star carrier. “I can try to take out this carrier if you think that’s smart!”

“What should we do?”

“Guys! I’m being trailed!” R-one interrupted.

“I got you!” R-three yelled back.

“Mei-“

“Mei is down! R-one is struggling!” R-three cut in.

“Fuck. Um, try to stay safe, R-three! I’m gonna take out the carrier!”

“How-“

“I found the pressure point!”

“What pressure-“ R-three cut themselves of, clearly dodging shots.

“The gasoline! With these types of blasters, it’ll explode!”

“Perfect! Also, R-one and I each shot down a ship, somehow!”

“Nice job, guys! Keep going, you got this!”

“Shit, R-four, Dameron’s trailing us!” R-one screamed.

“Get back to the carrier!”

“He’ll blow up the carrier!”

“Just go!” You grunted as you maneuvered your x-wing. “Get up the shields as soon as you get in!”

“Oka-“ A sharp shrill ran through your ship.

“Attention R-four,” an automated voice said. “You are the last one standing against the enemy team’s Commander Dameron. We are connecting comms right now in order to further test your abilities.”

“Shit.”

“Hey hey hey, watch your language.” The baritone of Dameron’s voice echoed through your comm.

You said nothing, only flying further into the star carrier, shooting any probes or people that posed a threat.

“You ignoring me, R-four?”

“You betcha I am, Commander.” You said through gritted teeth, almost at the gasoline tank.

“Where are you, by the way? Haven’t seen ya yet.”

“That would defeat the purpose of the test, wouldn’t it? If I can’t resist your questions and prodding, I’m as good as dead.”

Dameron chuckled. “Ah, snappy talker, eh?”

You chuckled. “Nah, you’ll find I’m pretty quiet unless necessary.”

“So this conversation is necessary?” You could hear his smirk.

“Can’t be making a bad first impression by ignoring my maybe future commander, can I?” You made it to the gasoline dropping one of your timed emergency bombs and then getting the hell out of there.

“You must be near the carrier,” Poe said suddenly. “Smart woman.”

“Took you long enough.” You bantered, feeling suddenly confident with your progress in the plan.

“Ya know, insulting me is not helping you impress me.”

“Huh,” you shot out of the carrier. “And here I was thinking you liked a little competition.”

Just as you finished your sentence, his carrier went up in flames, eliciting a string of curses from the commander.

“Language, Commander.” You chuckled.

“Ya know what, R-four? Fuck off. Seriously, where the hell are you?”

You smirked as you pulled up behind him, locking in on his x-wing. “Nice ass, Dameron.”

“SHI-“

Then you shot him, watching the plane go up in flames. You cheered to yourself, but were quickly swept back to present as you were shot at. “The hell?!” You yelped, grabbing your controls and jerking them to move. “R-four, can you hear me?” You heard Dameron come over the comm again.

“Yep!” You jutted into a hard left, pulling behind an x-wing and blowing it up.

“You need to get them off your tail.”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

“G- what did you just say?”

“It’s-“ you grunted as you yanked yourself into a jarring dodge. “A saying.”

“What? Look, R-four, you gotta go into the debris from the old enemy carrier!”

“Respectfully, sir, that is a shitty plan and I will not be doing that.” You slowed your ship to a stop.

“What are you doing? Move your ass!” Dameron’s voice took on a tone of urgency.

“Watch!” You pulled upwards at the last second, dropping your last emergency bomb, set off with a roulette of bullets. The x-wing’s exploded, you having to pull up even further to avoid being licked by the fire.

Once you’d deemed the bomb efficient and that the enemy ships were gone, you headed back to the carrier cautiously. As soon as you released the landing gear, the windows faded and you were back at the real hangar of the resistance star carrier.

Thirteen pairs of eyes tracked you as you slipped from the simulation on slightly wobbly legs. Some were of awe, some of hate. Either way, the attention was nerve racking and frankly, you didn’t like it at all.

But perhaps the most important of them all: Commander Dameron’s. As your eyes met his, you couldn’t determine the emotion behind them. You would like to fool yourself and say that it was some sort of newfound appreciation, but in reality it must have been disappointment. You did beat him, after all.

“Well,” Snap clapped to break the silence. “We will discuss and get back to you about who, if anyone, got into the squadron!” You and the others nodded, walking away.

You had made it a total of four steps before a hand grabbed your wrist, silently holding you back as everyone else walked away. Marc turned back once with raised eyebrows, but you just gave him a look of confusion. When everyone was gone, Snap yanked you back and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“You got game, Hawkeye.” He said with a big grin adorning his face.

You laughed. “Maker, is that my nickname now?”

“You betcha it is.”

“Great. Lovely.”

Snap nudged you. “C’mon, that’s pretty good. Coulda been worse.”

“Snap.” Dameron’s voice was hard as his eyes darted between you and the said man, causing Snap to drop his arm.

“Sorry, Commander.”

Dameron sighed, running a hand through his curls. If only you could reach up and- “I told you to call me Poe.”

“But-“ He nodded to where you were standing a bit awkwardly.

“Call me Poe, Hawkeye.” He stuck out his hand.

“You better not use that fucking nickname, Poe.” You met him halfway.

He chuckled. “Or what?”

“How would you like the base to know that you,” you stepped closer and into his personal space. “the best pilot in the galaxy got beat by a rookie.”

He tilted his head to the side, smirking lightly. “Is that a challenge to my authority I hear?”

“You bet your ass it is.”

“And you said you’d be a quiet one.”

“Only talking cause it’s necessary.” You smiled mockingly sweet.

Poe turned to Snap. “I want her on my squadron.”

#this story was so fun to write idk #poe dameron #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #oscar issac #oscar issac imagine #star wars #i love poe sm okay bye

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Altered - Heaven and Hell 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Natsume, Rei, Kanata, Wataru, Shu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"You niisans are getting too carried awAY. You’re even slacking off on today’s live to watch the cherry blossoMS."

Season: Winter

Location: Sakura Park (Cherry Blossoms)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

A couple days later, on the first day of OO. OO Venue 5, Sakura Park

Natsume: Rei-niisan~!

Rei: Rainy-san? Who's that, Sakasaki-kun? Unlike me, you’re not old enough to start becoming senile, are you?

Take a look at the sky. A beautiful, sunny sky, perfect weather for a live.

Kanata: You sound like “Hiyori”.

Wataru: Fufufu, Rei, I see that ever since Natsume-kun began calling you “Rei-niisan”, you’ve been keeping the rainy gag alive.

As a fellow entertainer, I do notice such subtleties.

Rei: Well, I can’t resist the urge to say it when the opportunity arises!

Shu: Non! Are these dad jokes some aging phenomenon?

Rei: I can’t help but pretend to be older than I am whenever I'm around Sakasaki-kun—All of us do.

Natsume: This isn’t the time to be chatting idLY! You niisans never feel tense about anythiNG.

Kanata: What “reason” is there to feel “tense”~?

It is such relaxing, “nice weather” out.

Wataru: Indeed. This OO event has a lot more of a casual feel than what it was previously made out to be.

Rei: As it was advertised as something much like a death game between idols, as some second SS.

In reality, it’s rather harmonious, somewhat like a reunion.

Kanata: Mhm~. It’s lighthearted and easygoing. ♪

Natsume: That is trUE, but stiLL… You niisans are getting too carried awAY. You’re even slacking off on today’s live to watch the cherry blossoMS.

Rei: Indeed. The cherry blossoms are blooming early, we’d be missing out if we didn’t show love to them.

The first day is rather slow. So why not catch up and reminisce with old friends?

Wataru: Yes. We the Three Eccentrics, Rei, Kanata and I, happened to be at the same venue, so we met up together.

We were joking about if we should call ourselves “Team Three Eccentrics” and compete in OO.

Shu: And then I was forcibly summoned, despite being in a different venue… It’s the same case for you, isn’t it, little boy.

Natsume: HuH, you stopped calling me by my naME. Are you too embarrassed to do that in front of the otheRS?

Rei: Kukuku. Even though it’s obvious that Itsuki-kun adores Sakasaki-kun the most.

Shu: D-Don’t misunderstand me. It is just that we Five Eccentrics were ostracized all the same, and as such we have empathy for one another.

Wataru: Fufufu. At a point we became the Three Eccentrics, not the Five Eccentrics, after the exclusion of Shu and Natsume-kun though, yes?

Shu: I would not have minded if you had just expelled me yourselves. It is extremely regrettable that I was once even considered a companion of someone as frivolous as you lot!

Rei: You say that, yet you so gladly joined us when we summoned you. You’re also very cute, Itsuki-kun.

Shu: Non! Stop behaving as if you are my elder, we are thoroughly all equals! It is offensive!

Wataru: Fufufu, that shyness of yours is also very adorable, isn’t it? Amazing! ☆

Kanata: Cute~♪ Cute~♪

Shu: Ah, so you wish for death? As you wish, then! Then let today become the anniversary of your passings!

Natsume: AhaHA. My niisans sure are endlessly loud when left aloNE.

Natsume: …This really is nostalgIC.

Rei: It’s a festival, you’re loud, else you lose! It's a fool who dances and a fool who watches; if both are fools, you might as well dance![1]

—Being made to dance on the palm of another’s hand is rather unpleasant, though.

You came here to talk about that, hm, Sakasaki-kun?

Natsume: You’re as quick as ever to catch onto thinGS, Rei-niisan. If you’re able to do sO, then do so more quickly and seriousLY.

Rei: Eh~? But life’s boring if you’re nothing but serious all the time?

But let’s take a breather. First off, let’s begin with OO’s premise of being a large-scale event that takes place over three days.

Despite being advertised as the second SS, it is at best the same level as school festivals and the such. It is not nationwide like SS.

Shu: Indeed. It is surprisingly not what it was advertised to be at all.

Wataru: Much shoddier than you expected, is it?

Shu: Non! What a vulgar expression! But, truly, I don’t think I would have rushed all the way back to the country if I’d have known!

You cannot participate in OO under any ES-registered unit in the first place!

In other words, it has nothing to do with Valkyrie, therefore there was no point in traveling back here.

Kanata: I am “enjoying” this quite a bit, though. “Ryuseitai” has been in disarray for some time, so it is a great “change of pace”.

Shu: Is that the case for you? Hm, make sure to at least get along with your own fellow unit members. You share a destiny with them.

Kanata: We do get along well, but should you be the one telling me that, Shu?

Wataru: Valkyrie was in constant disarray last year, was it not?

Shu: Was that not also just another necessary growing pain?

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A verse from Yoshikono, a song at the heart of the Awa-Odori festival in Japan. The verse grew so iconic it outgrew the festival and is used to describe festivities in general, encouraging throwing any anxieties and apprehensions to the wind and enjoying yourself.

#altered #event #translation #rei sakuma #kanata shinkai #shu itsuki #natsume sakasaki #wataru hibiki

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'tis spooky season in North America and that means it is time for another All I Want For Christmas book, your horror for the holidays!

Pack your bags and come with Iris Muhly to stunning Seoul! She's an American ingenue way out of place and about to lose her job. Can the resident villain save the day? Maybe!

Watch this space for pre-order links and news!

https://www.lianabrooks.com/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-a-gargoyle/

Opening pages below the break...

Need a book to read right now? All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf All I Want For Christmas Is A Reaper

Opening pages from the unproofed ARC (because my editor is still fixing things and I wanted to share today!).

Everi1/ShatteredEndings: Longtime lurker, first time poster, I’m really torn on how to vote for Shattered 5. I’m a Z-wysh shipper, but I don’t know if I can forgive Iris for dumping Jihun! - @ValL0vesM3 @MaxIsBae53 – You can’t come back from that. @xxUwUxx23 – SAME @EveriReader – Jihun would tell you to follow your heart. Until Our Darling says he wants Iris gone, don’t believe the gossip. The eighth reel is the one set up by the original author, and that means keeping Iris.

A decade or two ago my dark, chocolate brown hair might have drawn some attention as I got off the bus near Gongdeok Station in Seoul. My skin was a little too pink to be native, my height still a few centimeters taller than the average Korean woman's, my eyes double-lidded and noticeably western European. Today, no one seemed to notice. A few teens glanced at the bedraggled black and purple wig in my hand and the water-damaged fan sign for the hit TV show Shattered, but if they thought anything it was probably that I was a fan who'd gone to see the cast in their final appearance of the penultimate season four.

Absolutely no one shouted out "Wysha!" as I passed, even though that was the name of the purple-haired, mortal-turned-immortal I'd played since the season three finale. Even fans would have struggled to remember my legal name - Iris Muhly - simply because I was, as they said in Hollywood, an ingenue.

Unknown.

A random extra who wound up playing a major character for one season and was destined for a gruesome on-screen death if I didn't get things fixed.

Bitter cold winds rushed ruffled overhead holiday banners lining the alley as I hurried to my Yeonnam-dong apartment. It had been another very long day, with a four am call time so the principles of the cast could do a six am morning show followed by the teaser trailer for the upcoming fan vote. I'd escaped that at ten and rushed to the salon to get my poor, bleached hair treated, re-colored back its natural brown, and then headed home as the sky turned dark. It was only a little after five in the evening, but it was a bitingly cold December day and the sun was setting.

Somewhere over the sound of rushing cars I could hear someone learning that sound doesn’t carry well when it’s -20C outside. No, not even for cheery Christmas carols or romantic pop ballads about first kisses stolen between snowflakes. The winter weather this year consisted of a freezing drought, brutal winds, and none of the romantic snow the Koreans were all expecting.

"Fine by me," I muttered as I eyed the frozen blue sky. I had a plane ticket for a red-eye out of Incheon airport heading straight back to the good 'ol US of A. Home sweet... spawn point?

It was less about going home to somewhere good or safe and more about being in a place where my work visa wouldn't expire as soon as I was fired. Because my first acting gig was rapidly going from Going To Get Fired to Going To Get Fired And Blacklisted.

Hugging my black coat around myself against the cold I glanced both ways along a narrow street and dashed across the street in a way most likely to 1) get me hit by a passing car and 2) get me fined if any of the CCTV cams were working. Which, they weren't. The agency I'd signed a twelve-month contract with was paying for the apartment here in Seoul and they weren't springing for a luxury penthouse for someone who wasn't an actual star.

I ducked past the shops lining the ground floor - convenience stores, noodle shops, and pharmacies - fighting the wind with each step. Plastering myself to the side of the building I tugged off a thin gray glove long enough to punch in the six-digit door code.

The tinted glass door slid open with a soft whoosh of warmer air.

For the first time all day I could almost breathe easy. Granted, there were fourteen CCTV cams pointed along the entry way for the apartment building and two more doors to get through to get to the communal mail hall, but at least I was safe-ish when the doors locked behind me with a click.

It sounded delusional, but for the past week or more I'd felt like someone was watching me.

I'd pushed it off as a delayed response to eighteen-hour work days on set in front of cameras. Compared to the last fourteen months of filming and promotions this past week had been comparatively easy. The cast had split the interviews and appearances, I'd only been in six of the fourteen live things, done four signings, and only been physically threatened, oh, maybe a few thousand times.

With a glance at the heavily tinted windows I went through the next set of doors to the common area where a bank of TVs displayed everything from the local weather channel and the stock exchange to the celebrity news.

The same picture was on half the TVs: a Korean man so handsome my breath caught even though I’d spent the past fourteen months in close proximity with him. “Michyeosseo,” the word slipped past my lips in an angry huff and I wasn’t sure who was crazier, me or the fans on screen screaming "J'aime Max!" and "Max Kang, je suis délicieux! Épouse-moi!" and the old stand-by, “Sauve-moi, roi des gargouille!”

I wouldn’t stand out in the cold to wave purple and black dragons at a camera for an anyone. Not even in Paris where all the rosy-cheeked teens were. Not even for pay.

Okay, well, that was a lie. Because I could unreservedly cheer for Max Kang for pay and absolutely had during at least one alternate-universe scene this season.

Shattered, the multinational television show that let viewers write the ending to the universally acclaimed series that started with the novel All These Broken Seasons, was all about merging alternate universe and looking at what could have been. The whole premise was two realities collided and the death of some fey[1] princess meant the people in normal Earth suddenly were confronting the people from a magical Earth.

Max Kang, easily one of the hottest men on the planet, played the big, bad villain: Zjarr Aabo. On the screen of the lobby TV Max was seated right next to the breathlessly hungry host who was eyeing his thin, black silk shirt with the undone buttons as if she could make the others fall off by wishing alone. He probably wasn’t currently sporting the chiseled Abs of Treason he flashed at least once a season, because getting that definition involved extreme dieting and dehydration that wasn’t healthy to maintain, but most of the audience didn’t know that.

Not that Max needed chiseled muscle to make him delicious.

He was a man who’d built his fame playing classic bad guys, and one of the highest grossing Korean actors. Black hair that somehow always looked sexily tousled, wide set black eyes, heavy eyebrows, a broad and expressive face, and the muscles of a man who spent every spare hour in the gym or with the show’s fight trainer. The fact that he could dance and sing was just icing on the slice of Hallyu Wave perfection that was Max Kang.

Light loved him.

There was a glow, and a natural presence that survived even the camera’s harsh glare. When Max stepped into a room every head turned. His dramatic baritone voice was rich and low enough to send a shiver up anyone’s spine.

The evil demon of a man certainly didn't need to look directly into the camera with his ridiculously incomparable dark eyes and wink as his lips curled into a perfect come hither smile that all but melted everyone in his line of sight.

No, he didn't need to do any of that.

But he did.

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the button and waited for the elevator. All of this was to sway the vote. No, make it The Vote. With sparkly letters and fancy fonts and everything.

All These Broken Seasons was the best selling fantasy series of the mid-21st century but it had a little problem... the ending didn’t exist.

Years ago the author had rudely died, or run away, or been kidnapped by Bigfoot. Something like that. One day they were in full contact and posting daily teasers for the untitled final fifth novel, and then they vanished. The jury was still out on what really happened.

Shattered was the answer.

Some studio had the rights, the author’s sudden disappearance gave them an opening, and they ran with it. Four, big budget seasons followed the books with a gratifying amount of accuracy[2] and now the fans got to vote on which ending we would shoot.

Since most the fans currently wanted to shoot me, the ending that promised my brutal death on screen was winning with eighty percent of the votes. Angel Xi, Shattered’s leading lady and the primary love interest of the hero, had oh-so-not-kindly told me that in Cantonese the word Four sounds like the word Death. Angel’s a sweetie like that.

The elevator opened and was empty, thank goodness. I stepped in and stabbed the close button before anyone could hop on.

Most of the building’s residents were polite enough to pretend they didn’t know me. Koreans weren’t fans of small talk as a rule, especially in Seoul, but things had been tense since the tabloids snapped pictures of Kim Jihun crying.

Tears weren’t the problem. Men could cry, and Jihun often did as the tortured, lovelorn hero of Shattered. The problem was that the tabloids had been snapping pics of me and Jihun hanging out for the past year and the world was convinced we were dating. If Jihun was smiling, I’d done something to make him happy. If Jihun was angry, it was my fault. If he was crying, I ought to die for hurting The World’s Darling.

Despite all the tabloid rumors, Jihun and I had never shared more than heartfelt glances on screen. He was my type, but I wasn’t his, and I was smart enough not to chase a man who didn’t want me.

[1] Fae? Fairy? Whatever. She was the typical All Powerful Magic Girl and she died at the end of the first book.

[2] I hadn’t read the books until after I’d been cast, and I really didn’t appreciate how much work went into adapting a book into a screenplay until I met some of the script writers. Suffice it to say, they deserved all the awards they kept winning and the full adoration of the fandom. Other fandoms wish they were this lucky.

#All I Want For Christmas Is A Gargoyle #Christmas Gargoyle #Liana Brooks #booklr #books #books and reading #set in #Seoul #South Korea #RoK #forced proximity #American Abroad #Secret Identities #You Had Me At Hello #He Falls First #Kdrama #Bad Boy Loves The Good Girl

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Nightingale - 51

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x Fem!OC Contents: Worry, angst, attempt at domestic fluff. Unproofed. A/N: My heart is not really in this fic anymore (among other reasons due to lack of reactions but mostly real life) so I’ll be rounding it up prematurely and retire it within a few chapters. Thanks for what likes and reblogs I’ve gotten so far.

Chapter 51

It’s not until he calms himself down enough to think that Kakashi realizes where his nightingale could have gone to. Quick and discreet, he makes his way through town to the water tower where he once met the mysterious girl...and finds it empty.

Shit! Then where?

There are several other elevated positions in or around town, but none of them that Uguïsu tends to frequent. So instead of throwing himself into a wild goose chase, he does the hardest thing: he goes home.

And waits.

It’s nearly midnight when the door opens and closes with a whisper, barely audible over the soft huffing and puffing of the ninken.

“Uguïsu?” He barely believes it even though she’s standing right there. “Where have you been?” It comes out harder than intended and he sees her wince and the sharpness in his voice and still she takes her time to take off the shoes and put them neatly aside before turning to face him.

“I got your message,” she simply states, deadpan, as if that explains everything.

“Then why di-” Kakashi has to stop himself or he would end up raising his voice.

Instead of talking he takes in the woman before him. He notices the clenched hands and the thinly drawn lips, the furrow of her brow. Suddenly, he realizes that it’s not defiance oozing from her pores but fear and yearning and he steps forward with the arms spread. Uguïsu steps right into the embrace and he feels her tremble.

None of them say anything for a while.

“I went to the meadow to think instead of doing something stupid,” Uguïsu eventually confesses.

Kakashi sighs. “I’m glad that’s what you did...but I would have liked to know.” He can feel the woman squirm a little and loosens his grip on her a little. “I was worried. Why didn’t you send Pakkun or one of the others to tell me?”

“...what would you have done if you knew?” she asks in return.

I see. “You needed the space and didn’t need me barging in on you.”

“Haï. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” But in reality, it stings.

He knows that he’d have sought her out, knows he’d have come running as soon a he could. It’s uncanny to be called out like this. Kakashi would have sought her out out of concern, out of worry both for her safety but also to help her with whatever she must have been struggling with as she sat by herself in the clearing. He can see it in his mind: a lone woman sitting in the tall grass and wildflowers, hands balled into fists, unless she’s occupying them by braiding her hair over and over again. Pakkun and the others were there. And immediately the image adapts – fills up with dogs that are either keeping watch or keeping company – and it seems less lonely. Yes, she didn’t need me there...not this time.

“What do you need from me?” What can I do?

“Distract me,” she suggests. “Tell me about how your day was?”

Of course he complies, sparing no detail as he finally has a chance to reveal his true feelings of relief and concern to someone who might understand.

...

Kakashi wakes from the light slumber as Uguïsu slips out of bed. It’s still night and he can see little more than a shadow in the darkness.

“Can’t sleep?” he whispers to the retreating figure.

She pauses, then returns to sitting on the edge of the bed. “Didn’t mean to wake you...”

“It’s okay.”

“I keep thinking he’ll appear and take away everything I’ve finally got going for me.”

There’s no quake to the voice, just a plain matter-of-fact dullness that somehow is worse than a million tears would be.

Opening his arms, Kakashi motions for her to return to bed and she snuggles up close, allowing him to wrap her in his arms. And as they lie there for a moment, quiet in each others’ company, the world holds its breath.

“The thing is...” Uguïsu begins, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be free of him unless he dies...but I can’t kill him myself, I think.” Kakashi stays quiet as she searches for the right words. “There’s still some part of me that belongs to him...and I hate it...but he took me in and raised me when I had no one.”

“That was his doing though,” Kakashi argues gently.

“I know...but still. I didn’t know what he’d done for years. I thought -” she cuts herself off and exhales heavily before continuing -”but then I think of what might have been instead if he hadn’t come to my village...and I think of what I have now...and I hate him.”

Finally, there’s a passion to the voice, a seething anger that should rightfully be able to make plants shrivel up and birds fall dead from the sky. It makes every hair on Kakashi's body stand on end as a shiver races from the top of his head to the very tip of his toes. There it is. The righteous fury. The bitterness. The fear.

“One thing you’ve got now are friends who’d stand by your side,” the jōnin suggests.

Uguïsu turns her face towards him and this close he can see that there’s a single tear escaping a dark eye; a tear that Kakashi feels privileged to wipe away. “That’s why I think there’s a chance...but he must be taken down quickly...with one giant blow.”

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dxppercxdxver · 2 years

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hey so i wrote a small unproofed myfanwy thomas poem

whatever happened to jeanne citeaux?

there’s a house in buenos aires that’s stood empty for a month

golden letters on the mailbox rusting

chipping away

at the name of a woman never meant to be

a woman who exists in manila envelopes, on letterhead

an abandoned ring of keys tucked in an estate agent’s pocket

outlined in eviction notices and the steady trickle of sandy footprints

blown in through the draft under the door

you hadn’t had time to fix

try as you might

you wonder sometimes what she does

with whatever time she has

precious time you yourself

can never seem to find

does she make coffee with the percolator you left her? or head upstreet

with her hair dyed blonde

to the nearest barista every morning for her fix?

does she go swimming? because she

unlike you

is unashamed?

does she cook for herself

three square meals

every day

when you could barely manage one?

does she think of you?

like one does a long lost aunt

or perhaps a childhood friend

even a cherished

yet little known

nan whose memory you hold onto with all your might

just to keep her close?

you’ve left the house in buenos aires empty for a month

and secretly you’re hoping

it will stand

vacant

forevermore

#myfanwy thomas #the rook #my poetry #my writing #radio free junebug #eating disorder ment

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etherealino · 3 years

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how was the date? — l. minho

synopsis: minho feels terrified at the new discovered feeling.

content/genre: fluff, still based off of joey and rachel in friends. a pinch of angst, ig? sick!reader

warning(s): mentions of jumpscares (bcs of the movie theyre watching), unproof read hehe

wc: 737

note: hi. lmao am i too fast? anyway, here’s part two 😭 part three will be posted tomorrow !! djhkjssd this fic is so... cliché

prev. — and they were friends. m.list — next

“hi, honey.” you greet as minho enters the apartment. minho smiles at you, taking his coat off as he properly put it on the rack. “oh, hey, you’re back early. i thought you had that date tonight?”

minho chuckles with no humor behind it as he shrugs. “um, it didn’t work. we just.. didn’t click, y’know?” minho explains and you let out a soft ‘aww’ as you smile apologetically at him.

“i’m sorry about that.” you say. “there are plenty of fishes in the sea.”

yeah, but why can’t minho think of anything else but you? the date didn’t work because minho’s mind keep on drifting back to you—your smile, your laugh, your hugs, your warmth, the friendly kisses you gently place on his cheek when parting from him.

minho watches your slumped figure, making your way to the kitchen to get water. minho feels a heavy feeling in his heart when you just passed by him. you’d always touch him in some way. and then he hears you sniffle.

“hey, you okay?” minho asks as he watches you. you look at him with a smile, nodding.

“just don’t come near my room. i’m really sick.” you laughed through your hoarse that minho finally noticed. minho immediately came to you, feeling your forehead with his palm, feeling heat from your forehead.

“y/n! you’re burning hot.” minho states and you shrug him off.

“i know, i know.” you wince when minho started acting like a mother hen, looking for medicines. “minho, please, don’t make a fuss about it. i’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

“have you had dinner?” minho asks as he keeps on looking through the pantries.

you stop for a second before saying, “yes.”

minho closed the top pantry, turning around to look at you. “oh, really?” minho asks. “what did you have?” minho tests.

“take out.”

“where are the cartons?”

“threw it downstairs.”

“liar.” minho mumbles, smirking as he turns around to look for ingredients to make soup. “go to your bed.” minho says, turning his head over his shoulder to look at you. “i’ll be there in a bit.”

you sigh, smiling lightly as you turn around to go to your room. after maybe 20 minutes or so, the door slowly opens for minho to walk in with a bowl of soup and some medicine. when minho convinces you to finish the whole bowl, he patiently waits for you to take the medicine in.

“minho,” you softly say as you look up at minho who stands up from your bed to put the bowl away and let you rest. “you know i don’t want you to get sick because of me but can you maybe.. stay with me for tonight?”

minho looks at you with softness in his eyes as he looks at you all bundled up with blankets.

“please? you can watch a movie while i sleep.” you offered. “okay, i’m not really sleepy and i don’t think i will sleep soon—”

“i’ll be back.” minho cuts you off with a smile on his face. “let me just put these away and change my clothes and i’ll be here with you, okay?”

you smile widely, nodding.

when minho returns, he softly closes the door as he walks to your bed, pulling your desk chair to sit on. you offer him the remote and minho raises an eyebrow because he knows you want to watch. minho being minho ended up choosing a horror film so you could go to sleep and rest. but you made no effort to do so, you only glared at him.

“really?” you questioned when the jumpscares started and minho chuckled. “what are you doing there? you chose a horror film. you come here beside me and protect me.”

minho chuckles, putting the remote on your bedside table and sitting on your bed beside you. a jumpscare plays and you lightly scream, hiding your face on minho’s chest as you wrap your arms around his waist. minho only looks at you as he feels a comfortable warmth settle as his heart skipped a beat. he’s in deep trouble now and he knows it.

“does this kind of stuff not scare you?” you ask, referring to the movie.

minho sighs, wrapping his arm around you tightly as if protecting you just like you had said and placing his chin above your head. “terrified.” he answers, referring to a whole other situation.

come say hi, my loves !! <3

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ckret2 · 3 years

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Mutant Dorat 3

This is part 3 of a commission fic for @sableghoste! Long overdue but by god am I gonna catch up on all my old commissions. Here's Part 1 and Part 2 but if you don't want to read them here's the tl;dr:

AU where Ghidorah is three baby dorats (bat/cat/snake pets), and Rodan is an EXTREMELY MUTATED baby dorat which is why he looks like Rodan, and they're all being taken care of by an alien Xilien dorat breeder named ME-319. Ghidorah's heads' dorat names are Noodle (Ichi/middle), Sunshine (Ni/right), and Pineapple (San/Kevin/left). And Noodle has a big dumb crush on Rodan.

Per usual, unproofed because I wanted to get this posted; it'll be proofed when it goes up on AO3.

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Noodle wanted to learn to fight.

And Sunshine couldn't believe it.

Noodle's eagerness to learn radiated from his mind in every direction, as difficult to ignore as his unfortunate flakes of shed skin. He was so determined to learn to fight that in the trail he'd left crossing the room, half a dozen other kids had caught the same urge like a telepathic contagion and had set upon each other in a frenzy of play wrestling.

Noodle hadn't joined in with any of them, though. He'd run straight to Sunshine—the most violent little hellion in the aerie—for lessons.

Quite frankly, Sunshine thought Noodle—the most lazy little slug in the aerie—wouldn't make for much of a student.

What did Noodle want to learn for? His idea of “playing” was napping near other kids who were playing so he could empathically absorb their fun without having to get up. If he wanted to learn to wrestle, he should be rolling around with the other kids who didn't know what they were doing, not challenging the toughest kid around to a sparring match.

Granted, Noodle agreed that would probably be easier on him. And yes, he was lazy, he admitted it—although he didn't think of himself as "lazy" so much as "way smarter than the other kids"—but that wasn't relevant! Right now, he didn't want lazy and easy! He wanted to fight, and he wanted to get really good, really fast! And so he needed to fight the best.

All right, fine, Sunshine understood that logic—but why did he want to get good?

Noodle's response (such as dorats could respond, communicating with body language and telepathically transmitted moods) came in the form of a wave of self-consciousness and a sideways glance across the room. Sunshine followed his glance.

Noodle's target was easy to see because nobody else would get near him. The new arrival, the freaky-looking one with the sharp beak-like snout and the scales crusted over with a tumorous layer of rock, was balanced on his back feet like a much younger child that hadn't learned to walk on his wings, hopping around instead of walking, and cawing battle challenges to anyone he crossed paths with.

Oh. So, Sunshine concluded, Noodle wanted to flirt. (Sunshine also concluded that Noodle had really, really weird taste—but Sunshine kept his judgment locked up in his own head.) Well, Sunshine wished Noodle luck—not that he thought Noodle would need much of it, because who else was gonna flirt with the weird rocky kid?—but Sunshine wasn't going to teach Noodle to fight. Because he didn't want to. It sounded boring. Sunshine was ten gallons of whoopass in a five ounce can and he wasn't going to dole out his whoopass a teaspoon at a time to avoid hurting a big lazy baby with dandruff.

Noodle's mind blipped loudly with alarm and determination. He was sure he could keep up and be a good fighter if Sunshine would let him—

Sunshine slammed his mind shut, cutting off empathic communications between them. He could see Noodle’s shock in how his head jerked back, and then the resignation as his head drooped and he wrapped his long tail with its undeveloped spines around him; but Sunshine didn't have to feel those emotions with Noodle.

He trotted off, head held high, and only tripped over his own outsized wings once.

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Sunshine was resting in one of many round nests suspended far above the ground when he spotted Pineapple, far below, with a bad case of the zoomies. He leaned over the edge of the nest to watch eagerly. Oh, Pineapple—Sunshine loved watching Pineapple play. And listening to his mind. Pineapple noticed little things no one else did and felt just a little out of step with everyone else's minds; his emotions always stood out in a crowd, and under his influence the world seemed just a little sharper and brighter to Sunshine.

And on top of all that, he was cute. With his deep, rich gold scales, and those pretty green undertones... and those long handsome spikes that had already grown in on his tail... Of all the spinetail dorats their age Pineapple's spines had come in the fastest and of all the flight dorats their age Sunshine's wings had grown out the fastest, Sunshine thought they'd look so good together—

What was Pineapple doing?

He'd crept across the invisible circle forming a barrier around the freaky new arrival, head low and tail raised warily; but when nothing happened to him when he crossed that invisible line, gradually his tail went down and his head went up. He trotted up to the new arrival, sniffed him all over—and then licked him.

Sunshine was mortified on Pineapple's behalf. You don't just lick people! Even weird people!

But the weirdo didn't seem to mind. He tilted his head curiously, one way then another, examining Pineapple as Pineapple examined him; then the weirdo head butted Pineapple. Pineapple butted him back. The weirdo cawed back, fluttered up, and kicked Pineapple over; Pineapple rolled back onto his feet and snapped at the weirdo's foot; and then they were rolling around on the floor, snarling and hissing and cawing and having a grand old time.

Sunshine watched in terror.

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Noodle was curled up with his wings and feet tucked under him and his tail draped over his neck, feeling sorry for himself, when a wing the size of a tent flapped down over his whole body. He yelped, bolted up, and looked at his assailant in bewilderment.

Sunshine was back, mind open to empathic communication again, giving off a wave of urgent determination. Okay. He changed his mind. He'd teach Noodle to fight.

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If you enjoyed this fic, I’d appreciate a comment or reblog! Part 4 coming whenever.

#rodan #ghidorah #king ghidorah #rodorah #godzilla #fanfic #my writing

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radicalreliablerandomness · 4 years

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kay so i made a story with some help (and art) from @mispelled and its long so itll be under the cut line warning for light gore and bad unproofed writing

There once was a fair maiden who roamed the nearby woods with her friend. They were as close as two friends could be. One day when walking through their favored spot in the woods, the maiden’s friend pulled an object from her pocket and presented it to the maiden. She gasped and accepted the gracious present of a beautiful gear filled watch.

Such presents were usually for wealthy men but the maiden’s friend had purchased it tarnished and dirty from a peddler who took only a loaf of bread and a jar of preserved fruit as payment. She had polished it and wiped each individual gear clean until it shone as bright as a gem even in moonlight. The maiden felt even more appreciative of this gift after hearing the story of its origin and embraced her friend. As the sun began it’s descent, the maiden and her friend made their way back to their town.

After a bath and change of clothes, the maiden lay in bed holding the timepiece up to the dim candlelight examining the intricacies. Wondering how she could repay her friend for this gift, she began to wind the pocket watch to the correct time so she could begin using it immediately.

As she twisted the knob once, she felt her heart beat a little harder. Twice and her heart jumped a little. Thrice and she put down the watch and held her right hand up to her heart and tore away the flesh blocking her access to it. Using her left hand to hold the torn skin away from her chest cavity, she removed her heart with her right leaving the space empty.

The maiden decided that yes, this would be a suitable thank you gift to her friend. She went to bed with the satisfaction of finding the perfect gift and fell asleep soon after closing her eyes.

The next morning the maiden waited, smiling in anticipation, and waiting for her friend to show up. Her friend had come to their usual spot in the woods, as she always did and the maiden looked at her expectantly. She commented on the blood dirtying the maiden’s fine dress and the maiden brushed it off, wanting to present her gift.

The maiden brought up the subject of the pocket watch, thanking her friend again, then explained she had a gift in return. Her friend blushed and protested, not wanting a gift in return, but the maiden insisted. She drew out the still beating heart from behind her back and her friend looked on in fascination. The maiden confirmed that this was her own heart and wanted to give it to her friend as a thank you for the beautiful watch.

Her friend asks again to make sure that this is the fate she wants for her heart, and after being reassured, reverently accepted it into her hands. It was still beating and lightly pulsed in her friends hands. The maiden’s friend made her way home to put the maidens heart away somewhere safe and comfortable, then came back too walk in the woods with the maiden as they always did. Months passed and seasons changed, but the maiden and her friend still spent their free time together walking in the nearby woods.

The maiden was having a particularly bad day. She hadn’t seen her friend in a while and was laying in bed looking at the watch she had been given months ago. She played with the watch, turning it back once. She felt a warmth on the left side of her chest. Twice and there was a faint beat in her head. Thrice and it felt like her heart had returned.

The maiden felt that it was unfair to give a gift and then take it away and maybe she also wanted a reason to visit her friend again so she turned the knob forwards once and her heart beat a little harder. Twice and her heart did a jump. Thrice and she put down the watch and tore through her skin to her heart and pulled it out still beating.

Her blood dripped down her dress tracing the preexisting pattern from the first stains. She put her heart into her bedside drawer and decided to give it to her friend tomorrow. The maiden approached her friend the next day in the small market place and requested that they walk in the woods today. Her friend agreed readily, she had missed the maiden too.

They walked into the woods making conversation and once they were at the spot where the watch and precious heart had been gifted, the maiden stopped her friend and pulled her down so that they both sat on a fallen tree. Her friend traced the stains on the maidens chest left from the blood and asked what happened. The maiden held out her second heart and apologized for taking it away from her friend. The maiden’s friend looked confused and explained that she still has the first heart and had checked in it this morning.

The maiden hesitates for a moment and then asks again if her friend will take it. She can’t put it back into the empty cavity and she trusts her friend so fully that she would give away two hearts and more. Her friend is honored and accepts the maidens heart for a second time with as much respect and gentleness as she had the first.

The friend carefully took it home and then returned to the woods where she and the maiden spent the rest of the day. They saw each other more frequently the weeks after the second heart, as if a bond already present between them had been strengthened by it.

The maiden still felt an absence though. They did not escape to the woods as frequently as they used to and she missed that. She remembered the feelings of that first time she had gifted her heart to her friend and the way they had spent more time in the woods after. She craved that relationship again and made the decision to present her friend with a new heart to feel it again.

That night, she twisted the knob on the timepiece backwards thrice and then forwards thrice and was given a new heart and tore it out. The maiden would give her friend the third heart the next day. After waking up, the maiden took her heart from her drawer and wandered out to the streets to find her friend. The maiden’s friend was walking by a creek that shifted the edge of town. The maiden saw her and grabbed her hand, leading her into the woods not even noticing the box her friend held under her arm.

She followed the maiden willingly even as she eyed the newly bloodied dress front. The maiden stopped at the same place as before and sat down on the same fallen tree and pulled her friend down to sit.

She offered up her heart and begged her friend to come into the woods with her more often and spend more time with her because she missed her. Her friend let out a light and loving laugh and took out the box she had been carrying. After asking if the maiden was sure about her heart, tradition at this point, she gently held the heart in one hand and opened her box with the other.

In the box sat the two previous hearts, still beating in tandem in a bed of expensive silk. She added the third in fitting it perfectly after the second then smiled at the maiden. The maiden’s friend told her that she treasured her hearts and loved spending time with her but the maiden should withhold from giving anymore hearts to her because she would have no more room in her box. After putting the box next to her on the log, the maiden’s friend embraced the maiden and said that she would love to spend more time together and there was no need for presents to persuade her. The maiden laughed and wrapped her arms around her friend and they both vowed to continue walking in the woods.

And they lived happily ever after.

#writing #shitpost #fairy tale #slight warning for gore #bad writing warning

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ibarap · 6 months

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[Scout] White Bear / Pure White Diary 6 (END)

Nagisa: ...? Um, Merry Christmas...?

Hiyori: "—Did everyone get their Christmas presents? Raise your hand if you did!"

Yuzuru: "I'll check. One, two, three..."

"...It's the same as the number of presents we prepared. There's no need to worry."

Adonis Otogari: "The Christmas party is almost over, but please keep on being good kids even after this. Can all of you guys promise us that?"

"...Heh, that's good."

Leo: "One last thing! We'll see you guys off with a classic Christmas song! Everybody please sing along. ☆"

Leo & Hiyori: "♪~♪~♪"

Yuzuru & Adonis: "♪~♪~♪"

Hiyori: Knock knock! Excuse us!

Merry Christmas! We're here to see you!

Boy: Ah, the idol onii-chans!

Yuzuru: Merry Christmas. Were you able to enjoy the Christmas party even if it was through your room's TV?

Boy: Yeah! It was fun hearing all those songs!

But why wasn't Glasses onii-chan there?

Tsumugi: Fufu, I was there, just not on stage~.

I was working in the shadows — I did a lot of supporting work behind the scenes so that it would be a fun event.

Adonis: The Christmas party was a success because of him.

Thank you, Aoba-senpai.

Tsumugi: Don't thank just me, you know~. It was thanks to everyone who had volunteered—

And, more than anything, the children who were looking forward to the party. They're the stars of the show, after all. ...Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Alright, it's about time we got to the point.

Merry Christmas! White Bear's back home, so give him a big hug!

Boy: Wahh, welcome home, White Bear!

Leo: Also, here's your Christmas present from all of us. ☆

It's a digital photo frame full of pictures of White Bear, and—

Adonis: A diary we all made. We wrote about the days we spent with White Bear in detail inside of it.

We'd be happy if the memories we made with him comes across even a little bit.

Yuzuru: And finally, we left the back pages of the diary blank on purpose.

When you're feeling better, go outside and take White Bear to all kinds of places, then write down the memories you made together in those pages. ♪

Hiyori: It's going to stay cold for a while, but spring will definitely come.

So spend a fun wintertime with White Bear, okay...? ♪

Boy: I will! Thank you, idol onii-chans.

This year's Christmas and all the nice onii-chans—

Me and White Bear will never, ever forget about it!

Nagisa: ...It seems Ibara and Jun aren't here yet.

Hiyori: You're right. How cheeky of them to keep us waiting!

Hmm, my phone went off? I hope that's not them telling us they'll be running late—

...

... ♪

Nagisa: ...What is it, Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Merry Christmas, Nagisa-kun.

Nagisa: ...? Um, Merry Christmas...?

...Hasn't Christmas passed already? Am I wrong about that?

Hiyori: No, you're right. Christmas is long over.

But there's no rule saying you can only say 'Merry Christmas' on Christmas itself, is there?

...Remember when I volunteered for that Christmas party at a hospital last year?

We got to know a bedridden boy at that time, and he let us look after his white teddy bear.

The boy couldn't leave his hospital room, so we took a lot of pictures of his teddy bear in his place. That way, we could grant his wish to 'go outside for Christmas'.

Nagisa: ...Yes, of course I remember. You also took a picture with me while his teddy bear was in your care.

Hiyori: Right, I did do that. ♪

Tsumugi-kun sent me photos from the hospital just now. ...Look, Nagisa-kun.

Because he's motivated to go outside with White Bear, he's working hard on his rehabilitation.

Here's one of them outside his room, one of them in a car seat, and one of White Bear on his lap.

They both look super happy. ♪

Nagisa: ...That's why you said, "Merry Christmas".

Hiyori: Exactly! It really warmed my heart. I feel like I got a Christmas present. ♪

That boy is getting better and better from now on. I hope he gets better to the point he can freely go to all kinds of places with White Bear.

When he does, I'm pretty sure he'll smile even more and that everyday will be fun! I'd be happy if we could be the reason he takes that first step forward. ♪

Nagisa: ...I'm quite certain you are his reason. Hiyori-kun is the Sun telling him that spring has come—

...and just by being near you, he will feel warm even in the cold winter. Because that's the kind of person you are.

...Merry Christmas, Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: Yes, Merry Christmas... ♪

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#◎ translation #notice: unproofed #hiyori tomoe #yuzuru fushimi #adonis otogari #leo tsukinaga #tsumugi aoba #nagisa ran

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heeracha · 1 year

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▸▸ now playing: everyday, ben&ben.

▸▸ dedicated to: lee heeseung.

genre/warning(s): friends to lovers, toxicity if you squint, wine is included in some parts, a drop of angst, but mostly fluff !! unproof read. let me know if i miss something <33

note: it's in filo, i just translated the title lmao. anyway, @jjunis this is #17 for u !! ily dani i hope u like this <33 send in a number if u want, but check on the main post first to see if the number is taken !! thank u mwa

wc: 1.7k im crying

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in high school, you had a crush on lee heeseung.

no one knew, not even your best friend.

heeseung was one of those hopeless romantics, you noticed. you saw him go around, look at one of your friends with his doe eyes. he was adorable, you could stare at him all day long. even though his eyes were on somebody else.

it was just a happy crush anyway.

you were about to enter your homeroom when you felt a hand on your shoulder stop you, “hey.” you hear, causing you to look up. heeseung smiles at you and you smile back, asking him if needed something. “uh, can you hand this to (name).” he asks, handing you a letter and a chocolate bar.

their favorite chocolate bar.

“sure.” you say with a smile, taking it.

“thank you.” heeseung says with a grateful smile, walking away. he was too nervous. so, you went to your friend, handing it to them. from that, they started to date. heeseung would always tag along, he was the perfect boyfriend. even if their relationship slowly started to grow… not so ideal anymore.

your friend became controlling and you saw miserable heeseung was, but he never broke it off. he was in too deep. they even once fought when everyone was there and heeseung surrendered right away.

the graduating year was almost over, so you spent most of your days in the library, just reading since you were done with your requirements anyway. you see heeseung pass by and you frown.

your heart ached for him.

you wait for him to pass by again and when he did, you speak up. “did you make up?”

heeseung stops, looking at you. he sees your concerned eyes and he forces a smile, nodding. “did you apologize?” you ask and he nods. “why did you?”

“they wanted to spend time with me, i—”

“they spend time with us, their friends. but with you, you’re not allowed to spend time with your friends?” you softly say. “you shouldn’t have apologized.” you said, going back to your book. “you are their boyfriend, but doesn’t give them the right to control your life.” you say and heeseung looks down. “imagine your parents let you do what you want, but you can’t because of your partner. kinda…” you trail off shrugging.

“what am i supposed to do, y/n? i just want to fix our relationship.” heeseung says.

“it’s unfixable.” you deadpan. “they’re my friend, but they’re wrong.”

you felt like you were betraying your friend because you had a crush on heeseung, but even heeseung’s friends felt that way. your friend is wrong.

you went back to reading as heeseung leaves the library. the next time you saw him was during graduation, he was with his friends. he looked happier. his eyes caught yours in the crowd and he waves at you, giving you a big smile. you wave back.

you felt guilty, you really did. but when your friend got into another relationship within less than a month after breaking up with heeseung, not so much anymore.

two years passed by when you next saw him. he transferred to your university when he saw there were more open opportunities there. it was funny how when he last talked to you, it was in the library of your high school. now, he sees you in the university’s library… sleeping. heeseung giggles softly, deciding to take the seat across from you as he starts working on his own work. after an hour, you wake up, sighing as you sit up straight, eyes meeting heeseung’s.

“good morning.” he softly teases and you only close your eyes, hiding your face in your palms.

“don’t you go to the university in… another town?” you mumble and heeseung giggles at how you were basically still asleep.

“i transferred. i’ve been meaning to text you, actually, but i realized i don’t have your number.” he says and you chuckle, grabbing your phone as you give it to him for him to put his number in. “i take you’re doing great, sleeping in the library.”

“i was stressed for weeks for my presentation, i didn’t get to sleep. so when it was done, i came here to do some work, but i dozed off.” you mumble, chuckling and heeseung smiles.

you two became inseparable and slowly, your happy crush on him rekindled. heeseung got into relationships, but always ended right away. every semester, it was a different partner. when heeseung felt conflicted about his relationship, he would run to you for advice. ever since you talked some sense to him in high school, he trusted you.

but you didn’t trust yourself. you didn’t know if you were being biased since you had a happy crush on him… which is slowly turning more than that. you were convincing yourself it was just a stupid happy crush, but you know it wasn’t.

it’s not a happy crush anymore when it’s starting to hurt.

a month before graduation, you were surprised that heeseung wasn’t in a relationship. but at the same time, not really. you know how focused he is in his internship that he hopes to be his full time job when he graduates.

at past seven in the evening, he comes knocking in your dorm with a big smile. “i have a job when we graduate.” he says and you smile widely as giggles come out of your mouth, hands covering your mouth.

“congratulations!” you exclaim, pulling him in a hug. you knew how much he wanted to work with big hit and now that he is, you were more than proud.

it was a big day for heeseung. he is now a full-time worker in big hit, he finished the song he is to pass as a final requirement. he was happy. although, the hopeless romantic in him never died. when he was younger, he hoped that when he reached everything he would have the love of his life celebrate with him, graduate with him. he was in no rush, but he wanted to finally have the person he would make songs about all the time.

as he sits on your small dining table with wine as you two talk, he catches a spark in your eyes as you talk about how much you know he wants the job. you were so proud of him. you rambled about how happy he is going to be and how happy you were for him. heeseung smiles, looking at you.

it wasn’t a goofy smile. it wasn’t his grin when he finds something funny. it was a smile reserved for something else.

that night, heeseung realized how stupid he was.

you were there right in front of him for so long, but he only saw you after years of trying to find his muse.

“what?” you ask, noticing how silent he was.

he only smiles. “nothing.”

he realized he was in love with you and he saw that you felt the same.

graduation comes, the ceremony ends in a bittersweet manner. you were supposed to get ready for the graduation dinner in the university, but heeseung was pulling you somewhere. your hand in his as you two walk, reaching a meadow. not to mention, you two were still in your togas. heeseung was carrying a backpack though.

when you two reach a tree, heeseung softly lets go of your hand with a lingering touch as he takes his bag off his back, opening it and taking out a blanket. you help him lay it out on the ground. heeseung proceeds to take out a bunch of food and a bottle of wine and two glasses. you giggle.

“ooh, having a picnic with heeseung.” you giddily say.

“no, love.” he catches you off-guard with the nickname. you look at him, confused. “we’re having our first date.”

you look at him and he only smiles. “did you ask me on a date?” you ask, dumbfounded. you probably forgot since your schedule was hectic lately.

heeseung laughs, shaking his head. “i thought it was cute,” he says. “i had some realizations and one of them being i should have been with you all along. you always treated me right and i always gravitated towards you. you were right in front of me all along and i…” he shrugs. “so, if it’s not too late yet, will you accept?”

you smile, taking one glass from heeseung’s hand and he opens the bottle as he pours the glasses in half. “happy first date.” you say with a smile, raising your glass and heeseung softly clinks his glass against yours.

years passed by, heeseung never thought he would be this happy. he was having a bad day at work, but you were there for him. he was curled up against you, head on your chest as he started to feel light. “hee, it was a mistake. you’re inevitable to make a mistake, you’re human.” you say, playing with his hair as he closes his eyes.

“i will never get how you manage to choose me everyday even though i’m not perfect.” heeseung mutters and you kiss his head.

“because you’re real.” you answer.

“i know, i’m real. i’m not pinocchio.” heeseung mumbles against your chest as he turns his head and you laugh.

“come on,” you say. “you know what i mean. when a person is perfect, they’re not real, hee. you have your flaws, and i love you in spite of them. it makes you real, transparent. no secrets from me.”

“i love you, y/n. i really do.” heeseung says, lifting his head as he towers above you, pressing his lips against yours. the rest of the night pass by, positions have changed as you were now the one laying on heeseung’s chest, his arm under your neck as his hand was holding yours. it was already five thirty in the morning, but heeseung couldn’t sleep.

there are a lot of times when he wouldn’t sleep and just soak up the feeling that you were the one he gets to sleep and wake up with. heeseung softly intertwines his fingers with yours, raising it so he can see your hands hold together. the soft rays of the sun slowly entered the room and heeseung could see himself putting a ring on your finger soon. he puts your intertwined hands down, pressing a kiss on your head as he closed his eyes, feeling content with everything.

you are his everyday and he is yours.

— likes, comments/feedbacks, and rbs are highly appreciated !!

#crying ?? i did this in one hour ?????#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff

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vianna-orchidia · 5 years

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Summer Vacation - The Wild and The Noble (2)

(This is an unproofed version)

Location: Soundproofed Lesson Room

Wataru: In any case, I believe I am the one with least pre-arrangement and most free time...... So I shall follow your schedules.

I don't mind if you want to play around like a proper holiday, or if you want to have lessons or even jobs.

Eichi: Hmm, what to do... This is a bit perplexing. I don't think about the future much, so trying to make plans like this is new to me.

Wataru: By the way, do you not go to summer resorts? I have the impression that wealthy people like to do that, or is that just a prejudice?

Eichi: Well, before high school my family usually go to resorts overseas during summer. Though in my case there's also recuperation purposes there.

The summer's sun is like poison to me, even if I'm no vampire.

Yuzuru: I shall report. The Himemiya family also goes to resorts, every year around the middle of summer break.

But it seems the masters are too busy to come back to Japan, so this year it may be a pass.

Eichi: Aah, I heard about it too. The plans I made also took the possibility of you two being absent into consideration.

But I see, so the Himemiya family is busy now. Recently they made a sudden business expansion, after all... But I believe Tori's parent will do a perfect job at it.

Tori: Yes. I know it can't be helped, but it does get lonely because Papa and Mama aren't home much.

Wataru: Aaah, how pitiful! Don't worry, we will shower you with love in exchange of your Papa and Mama~ ☆

Tori: Eeeits, don't hug me like that! Listen here, I am Himemiya Tori! You can't just touch me all you want!

(......eheheh. Actually, I'm not that lonely even though Papa and Mama aren't here, because there's fine.)

(As I thought, I can't keep getting spoiled.)

(Because we are the strongest unit who reigns over Yumenosaki Academy, fine.)

(We can't be playing around, acting like friends or family, like those commoners outside.)

(But still, summer......... If we all could go together somewhere, like the southern islands, it must be fun.)

(Without having to worry about work, we could play in the sea, or chit-chat until late in the night.......)

(But that's like taking an unnecessary detour as fine.)

Yuzuru: (Hmm, I can read Bocchama's thoughts like the back of my mind. I didn't stay as his personal butler for a long time for nothing.)

(However, somehow Bocchama tends to hold himself back around fine members, even though at home he does what he wants...)

(He tends to keep his thoughts to himself, without being able to turn it into words.)

(I suppose this is where I help him and make the suggestion myself.)

If I may speak freely......... What do you say about using that blank period to have a vacation to the south, just us fine members?

Eichi: A vacation? That's unlike you, hmm....?

Tori: Wh-what're you saying all of a sudden, Yuzuru? Vacation.... are you stupid? Even though it sounds fun!

But fine doesn't have that much free time for something like that, okay?!

Eichi: Not really, I think it's worth considering.

I do have international expansion as fine's next vision. I think getting to know the land and atmosphere overseas is necessary before we actually hold a live tour there.

How about looking at it like that, dear Tori? It won't be a mere vacation; it's a training camp, a preliminary practice for our international tour.

It will be a special lesson, a test for us in the foreign land that will be our next stage.

We'll have lessons in the best condition possible, away from Japan's stifling heat. Besides, if we perform overseas and gain audience, it would be beneficial for us in the long run.

I think it's a nice idea, Yuzuru. If the others don't have any objection, let's do that.

By the way, because we keep getting free tickets sent, there's a pile of that at home. Just pick one for our destination.

Maybe the best option is still a cool plateau, or a southern island. Fufu, I'm getting excited.

Tori: E-eh?? Are you sure, Kaichou......?

Eichi: Of course. Restoration Live the other day made me realize that sometimes, taking a longer walk and having a playful heart are also important.

Eichi: Sure, just spending time without a specific activity is foolish, so I'd like to add as much meaning and value as possible to it. Let's discuss and decide the concrete details together.

Ah... Before that, let's confirm something. Wataru, do you have a passport?

Almost the whole country is under undesirable condition to stay, so going overseas is our best bet.

Wataru: I do. I've been doing shows internationally ever since I was young.

I believe the passport I used then has not expired yet.

Tori: Woah, really.....? I'm so happy, I really can go on a trip with everyone?

I-I mean it's a training camp? And we're gonna have work too?

(Ehehe....... Thanks Yuzuru, you noticed my feelings and spoke up in my place, right?)

Yuzuru: (Of course. It is a butler's job to grant their master's wish as much as possible.)

Eichi: Don't make a conversation using eye contact................ Yuzuru, because you came up with this plan, can you also handle the details?

Yuzuru: Me...?

Eichi: Yes. You're not usually active, so I do hope you can stand in the center once in a while.

Isn't this a good chance...... It's not a project that would turn into something big even if you make a mistake.

Yuzuru: Ah........ Well, I do think I can do it decently, because making plans is my forte.

Eichi: How reliable. Well then, let's raise the hurdle for you. We have to keep scaling high walls if we want to grow, after all.

I will add some requests for this vacation project.

I want you to plan, design, and lead a pleasant vacation while also completing my unreasonable... I mean, the conditions I set up.

I have high hopes for you, so do your best, Yuzuru... Let us have a fantastic summer vacation to remember.

#translation #event story #summer vacation #ensemble stars #himemiya tori #fushimi yuzuru #tenshouin eichi #hibiki wataru

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Altered - Epilogue 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Natsume, Wataru

Translator: Mika Enstars

"One of my dreams had come trUE. Yeah. This is what my dream actually wAS—It had been my dearest wiSH."

Season: Winter

Location: OO Stage (Altered)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Natsume: So fine-O’s began performing tOO, hUH.

Wataru: Wow, how magnificent! It has been quite some time since they’ve gotten together so you know they’ve barely practiced, but as expected, they don’t let that clumsiness get the best of them!

Natsume: You pretend to praise fine-O, yet not your own Five Eccentrics, who pulled off a perfect performance despite also having gotten together on short notiCE…

Wataru: No no, but that is simply nothing to brag about, is it? This is us we’re talking about, after all!

We are of geniuses and superhumans, it’s no surprise we’re able to improvise perfectly!

However, fine has never been that kind of unit. They are representatives of the common people.

Fine became more finessed later on, mainly when we came into play. When it was first formed, their performances were easy ones of which anyone could do.

Unlike the non-transcendental existence of the Five Eccentrics, anyone could be like fine.

That was fine’s main selling point.

Those who were no different than anyone else were valued and loved more than the geniuses of the Five Eccentrics. The DreamFes proved this through numbers.

It was easy to become happy without having to try. To become appreciated, recognized, and loved. Basically, lazy “ordinary people” were enchanted by that fact.

Those at Yumenosaki back then were, or in other words, the general student population.

And so, we were outnumbered. They crushed us with the strongest force there is in this democratic society; violence with numbers.

In the present-day unit system, and likewise the unit system in OO, there is a limit to unit members allowed on-stage.

However behind the scenes, the former nameless angels are working diligently to support fine-O through donations and flocking to the venues as guests.

And so we are able to fight together. And with those former comrades as well. They must too be enjoying basking in a performance of their own past glory.

Natsume: For people being used to someone else’s convenienCE, they sure look strangely and annoyingly smUG.

All liKE, “Take a good look, Five Eccentrics, how is it? Tremble with fear! This is another victory for fine, GYAHAHA!”

Wataru: Well, I am glad to see them satisfied. That way, there won’t be any lingering resentment remaining past OO.

Natsume: If fine wiNS, that iS.

We still don’t know the resuLT. Back thEN, Yumenosaki’s war was designed so that we Five Eccentrics couldn’t win under any circumstanCE, thouGH.

RathER, it is for that very reason the DreamFes system was designED.

Things have changed sinCE. While the format is similar to the DreamFes system in which the results are determined by fan voTE…

The audience is differeNT. Although former fine members have gathered to support their former companioNS, they only make up a small portion of the croWD.

Natsume: The majority of those watching us right now are the typical unfeeling and merciless people of the worLD. They’ll judge us impartially and fairLY, and based on their own feelings and preferencES.

so I wonder what the outcome of this battle will be… I don’t think that Emperor has any clue eithER, at this poiNT.

I bet he made sure he’ll be making a profit whether he wins or losES, thouGH.

In that sense, if even the performance begins as planned, then I suppose that meaNS… Just as he plannED, he’s winniNG. I’m reluctant to admit thAT, thouGH.

He’s created countless schemes just to achieve thIS, to set this very staGE.

I’m still not sure what his true intentions aRE. From here on oUT, it appears it’ll be a puRE, unprecedentedly faIR, fight between two poweRS.

In other worDS, it’ll be a competition to see who are the better idoLS, who is more loved by faNS; the Five Eccentrics, or fine.

In a healthy mannER.

…Are you satisfied with thIS, Wataru-niisan?

Wataru: Yes. I am satisfied. Eichi is too.

Fine is satisfied, and the Five Eccentrics are too. The fans, idols, and management side of things should be very satisfied too. Quite the wonderful stage, isn’t it?

Natsume: The origin of all thIS, my plAN…

Back during the wAR, something like this would never have been possiBLE.

It was nothing but a pipe dream thEN. But nOW, it's become a realiTY.

I had felt frustrated when I learned my niisans have taken my plan from ME, buT, at the same tiME, I was also hapPY.

One of my dreams had come trUE.

Yeah. This is what my dream actually wAS—It had been my dearest wiSH.

To form a unit as the Five Eccentrics, and fight head-on against the hateful fine.

It’s like I was shown a perfect example of how to make that dream come trUE. I honestly am impressED.

AhH, in faCT, this is what I should have doNE.

Wataru: Fufufu. So that’s why you took Eichi up on his offer, despite knowing his true intentions, Natsume-kun. Odd as it may be, you had the same dream this time around.

With your interests aligned, despite sparks flying on the surface, you were working hand-in-hand beneath the water. In the shadows, you worked together to bring this stage to fruition.

Wataru: You both moved, you as part of the Five Eccentrics, Eichi as part of fine—

And a dream match; a showdown between the Five Eccentrics and the former fine, was established.

—Amazing!

You’d indicated that I was the mastermind behind this, but in essence, I am but a client. And right now, I am overjoyed to have been given something so satisfactory.

Natsume: MhM. I’m sorry it took so long for me to delivER.

It took me a long tiME. In the eND, rather than receiving assistance from the Emperor, it as as if he created the entire main axis of the project itseLF—

So I don’t really feel like I can take full credit for thIS.

I’d been able to realize what I truly dreamed of at the tiME, and now I get to share it with you tOO, Wataru-niisan—

I still have regreTS, but I’m reasonably happy with iT.

Wataru: Yes, I have indeed received it. Do you need a signature?

Natsume: Your happiness is sufficieNT.

RigHT—The stage that should’ve devised should have been one where we idols can enjoy ourselves.

It is not just about what’s most convenient for only uS, or a stage that makes only us hapPY, isn’t iT?

Wataru: Well, that is true, but…

That being said, the fact I didn’t accept your script back then wasn’t because there was some grand reason. I don’t want you to think that.

Wataru: During those strange days of the war, we Five Eccentrics had our egos pushed to the limit.

I had always done what I wanted to do. And I pushed others to the side to do so.

That’s what makes us the Five Eccentrics, doesn’t it?

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A Lil’ Fanfic

[Disclaimer: I don’t write fanfic. The only fanfic I have on my computer is awful Mary Sue self-insert fantasies I wrote when I was like fourteen, shhhhhhh. However, this stupid crossover popped into my head one day and wouldn’t go away until I wrote it down.

It is unedited, unproofed, and unfinished, and will probably stay that way. However, I really like some of it, so I thought I’d chuck it on here for funsies.

House MDXSupernatural. No SPN spoilers, references spoilers for House MD for the final episode 8x22. House/Wilson if you tilt your head just a little.]

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“What the hell was that?!”

James Wilson lay sprawled on the bed where he’d fallen, staring into the space where the… the… thing had been. It was no longer there. Perhaps it hadn’t been there in the first place. It most certainly hadn’t evaporated into nothingness whilst appearing to be aflame.

“That was a ghost.”

Wilson dragged his eyes over to the ridiculously attractive man who he was pretty sure had broken down his door. The stranger was holding a wastepaper bin awkwardly out in front of him. Probably because it, too, was aflame. He narrowed his eyes at the bin like it had personally offended him and then used his free hand to dig through the bag slung over his shoulder, eventually pulling out a small blue container. As Wilson watched he used his teeth to tear something off the top of it and then added a liberal amount to the fire.

It looked like salt. He had to be dreaming.

“What the- what- what just happened?” It was hardly the most eloquent question, but he was lucky to get that out. His body was still well in flight-or-fight mode and none of his blood was reaching his brain.

“I saved your life. Don’t worry about it, I’m used to not getting thanks.” The stranger placed the wastepaper bin on the ground in front of the dresser and glanced at him. “Don’t think about it too much, you’ll give yourself a headache.”

Too late. “Did you just say ghost?!”

From somewhere beyond the splintered doorframe Wilson heard a familiar uneven gait; House was talking as he entered the room.

“Hey, so I got you-”

He broke off when he saw the attractive stranger, glancing between him and Wilson, who realised belatedly he was still sprawled on the bed. He sat up with an effort as House’s sharp eyes fixed on the stranger.

“Who the hell are you?”

To Wilson’s complete and utter lack of surprise, the stranger bristled.

“Who the hell are you?” he retorted.

“I’m the person who paid for this motel room,” House said.

Wilson opened his mouth to protest that, actually, he had paid for the motel room, because it was somewhat difficult for dead men to get credit cards, and then decided against it.

House continued as he stepped further into the room. “Which also, conveniently, explains my presence in said room. So I’ll ask again, who the hell are you?”

As soon as the stranger registered House’s limp he seemed to relax; obviously he didn’t view the new arrival as a threat. He glanced towards the door before he looked back, giving what Wilson was completely certain was a literally panty-dropping smile.

“Just the guy who saved your boyfriend’s life. Don’t mention it.”

He started to duck out the door and abruptly found his way blocked by a cane. He drew up quickly, clearly surprised.

“House,” Wilson said, hoping his tone conveyed the warning.

He’d been inordinately touchy about the word recently, which, given the delight he used to take in making people uncomfortable and in getting his own way, was unusual. Especially because a combination of those two tendencies had, on one occasion, resulted in him literally pretending to be Wilson’s boyfriend.

Wilson figured the reason for the new sensitivity was twofold. One, it probably reminded him of the aforementioned occasion, and in the process, of the changes he was still trying to make. And two, these days the word had a ring of realness – of truth.

House glanced over at him and gave a theatrical sigh, dropping his cane and limping a few steps back into the room, away from the stranger. Wilson attempted a smile as he looked back to the guy.

“Thanks,” he said. “I…”

He trailed off when he caught sight of the stranger’s face. He was staring at House, his eyes narrowed, like he was trying to dredge a memory to the surface and not quite managing.

“House,” he said, almost to himself, and Wilson wanted to punch his friend when he glanced over in response. “Doctor House?”

It had been too long; they’d fallen out of practice. They’d gotten through New Jersey and away from everyone they knew, and they’d dropped their guard. Of course Wilson should’ve known that House had patients all over the country. And worse, this patient looked like he could very well be in law enforcement, too.

Out of practice as he was, even House faltered. He glanced at Wilson, just for a moment before he gave a laugh that wasn’t quite as light and genuine as Wilson knew he could fake.

“I’m sorry,” he said easily. “But I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”

The ridiculously attractive stranger was still staring at him, though his face had softened enough that it was no longer quite a scowl.

“Right,” he said slowly, dragging his eyes from House back to Wilson. “Right, sure. Sorry.”

Wilson, his heart in his throat, didn’t respond.

The stranger turned back to the door, and Wilson felt an inordinate surge of relief. Just before he left, though, the guy glanced back over his shoulder.

“Hey, James?” he said.

“Yeah?” Wilson said automatically.

What happened next was too fast for him to comprehend. He heard movement, something that may have been a scuffle, and then a thump and a yelp.

The yelp was unmistakably House, and Wilson lurched to his feet, not sure what he was going to do. That turned out to be immaterial anyway; he froze when he realised what was happening.

The impossibly attractive stranger had House pinned against the wall, an unreasonably large knife pressed against his throat. Wilson’s breath hitched.

“Whoa, hold up,” he managed to choke out. “Look, whatever he said, whatever he did to you, he’s sorry, I promise.”

“Absolutely,” House said, and if they survived this insane, ridiculous situation Wilson was going to kill him himself for the complete and utter lack of contrition evident in his tone. “You have my sincerest apologies.”

The psycho stranger made a noise in the back of his throat, something between a grunt and a chuckle. “You didn’t do anything to me,” he growled.

He was staring into House’s eyes from only a couple of inches away, and now he was properly scowling. As Wilson watched he twitched the knife he had at House’s neck, drawing a hiss and a trickle of blood out of his friend. Wilson keened.

The stranger didn’t seem to notice. He scowled at House for a couple of seconds and then almost seemed to nod to himself. “Not a shifter.”

Leaning his elbow against House’s neck, he reached into the satchel he still had slung over his shoulder.

Wilson lunged forward with an incoherent cry, and the Ridiculously-Hot-but-Insane stranger literally swatted him away. The absent movement was still powerful enough to send Wilson stumbling back towards the bed.

“Hey!” House snapped.

“Shut up,” the stranger snapped back, just before he tossed a liquid in House’s face.

Wilson’s heart lurched, and he waited for the blistering, burning, the cries of pain from whatever caustic liquid the stranger had used.

House spluttered but otherwise seemed okay. The stranger observed this for a moment as well.

“Not possessed, either,” he said, clearly more to himself than anyone else in the room.

“Possessed?” House said incredulously.

The guy gave him another narrow-eyed glare. “I’m still alive,” he said, as if that needed stating, “So odds are you’re not a leviathan, but just in case…” He started rummaging in his bag again.

“Leviathan?” House said, sound altogether far too calm for the situation in Wilson’s opinion. “Aren’t they supposed to be aquat-”

He was interrupted by another faceful of liquid, although judging by his reaction this one was more unpleasant than the first. He choked, turning his head to spit and gag; to Wilson’s surprise, the stranger let him, cautiously releasing him and stepping back.

“Did you just throw bleach in my mouth?” House demanded, as soon as he was coherent.

The stranger glanced down at the bottle in his hand. “Borax,” he said, lifting the bottle and shaking it in his direction. He looked at it again and then shrugged. “Industrial cleaner of some sort. I think.”

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