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leejungchans · 2 years

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caught : y.jh

word count | 1.1k

pairing | yoon jeonghan (svt) x female reader

warning(s) | none (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), coworkers au

summary: valentine’s day means helping your students make valentine cards. you didn’t know you’d be receiving one too, though.

a/n: @hannietonin happy belated valentine’s day 💗 this really, really isn’t much, but here’s a little ‘thank you’ for hosting the carat admirer event 🥺 i hope you enjoy (it’s a little bleh ><) and ily!!!!

“That looks very nice, Isaac,” you say, smiling down at the young boy, “I’m sure your mom will love it.”

“Thank you!” he chirps, chest puffing up with pride as he proceeds to explain the various doodles he had drawn on his card. You listen intently, nodding along as he tells you about his mother’s prized rose (“I didn’t know she grew roses!”), the pearl necklace she always wears that was a gift from his father (“That’s so romantic!”) and their family’s pet dog Bacon (“That’s an… interesting name, I like it!”).

You leave Isaac to finish the rest of his card when your other students rush up to you, eager to show you their own cards. “One at a time, one at a time, guys,” you laugh as their little hands lightly tug at your sleeves and jeans, all wanting you to react to their creations first. “I promise I’ll get to everyone!” This seems to do the trick for most of them, and they quickly leave your side to add the finishing touches to their Valentine’s Day cards.

You can’t help the fondness that blooms in your chest as you watch your students animatedly interact with one another; being a preschool teacher came with its stressors like any other job would, but the time you spend with your students reminds you of not only the beauty of youthful innocence, but also your personal goal to ensure they come to school feeling safe and leave feeling understood.

You don’t realise how quickly time flies by until you hear the familiar chime of the bell, signalling the end of the school day just as the last of your students finishes her sharing about the recipient of her card.

“Your older sister will love it, Judy,” you say sincerely, smile growing at the beam that lights up the young girl’s face. “Okay, Class Sunflower, it’s time to pack your bags! If your loved ones are picking you up today, you can even give them your card right when you see them!”

The classroom buzzes with energy as your students, excited at the thought of presenting their gifts, gather their belongings in record speed, slinging their tiny colourful bags over their shoulders before neatly lining up by the door so you can take them outside.

You’re bidding your students and their families goodbye at the front gate when you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve. Excusing yourself from the parent you were talking to, you peer down to find a student from Class Tulip gazing up at you with adorably wide eyes.

You kneel down to match her height, shuffling forward a little when the girl beckons you closer; her breath tickles your ear as her tiny hand forms a barrier around it like she’s about to tell you a secret.

“Mr Yoon told me to tell you he has a present for you,” she whispers, “he says it’s important.”

“Really?”

She giggles with a nod, turning to point in the direction of Jeonghan’s class. “He’s waiting for you inside!”

Oh, what could he be up to this time?

“Your student told me you have a gift for me?” Your smile is teasing as you lean against the doorframe of his classroom, amusedly observing him as he hastily hides something behind his back.

“Ah, I knew I could count on Claire.”

A playful tsk falls from your lips. “You keep turning your kids into your little personal messengers.”

“They love it,” your boyfriend responds cheekily while striding over to you, “then they report back to me about how shy you get after.”

“I’ve never gotten shy because of that! You’re a liar, Yoon Jeonghan.” Okay, so maybe you do get a tiny bit flustered every time he gets one of his students to deliver a sweet message to you—not that he needs to know.

He places a hand over his heart in feign hurt, long lashes kissing his cheekbones as he makes a wounded expression. “My angels would never lie!”

“Mm, I don’t know about that, Hannie. You’re a bad influence on them sometimes.”

“I beg to differ. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands for me, love. I’m gonna give you your present.”

You oblige, resisting the urge to peek as something light and smooth meets your skin, a smile unwittingly stretching across your face when you quickly figure out said present.

“Okay, you can look.”

Jeonghan watches you closely as your eyes flutter open, landing on the red heart-shaped card in your hands, completed with sparkly stick-on gems and your name written in gold glitter glue.

“Oh! Uh… the glue isn’t fully dried,” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “might wanna be careful there.”

You throw your head back as you laugh, making sure to avoid the sticky parts while reading the contents of the card, a warm rush of adoration coursing throughout your body as you take in his heartfelt words.

“Thank you, Hannie,” you smile softly, “I love it. Really.”

“Well, I had some help,” Jeonghan admits with a twinkle in his eyes, closing the space between you as he wraps his arms around your waist while your own loosely drape over his shoulders. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jeonghan.”

Your boyfriend flashes you a crooked grin, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes as he asks, “Now, how about a Valentine’s Day kiss?”

Shameless. So shameless.

Just as he’s above to dive in, however, a startled squeak emits from behind you. Utterly embarrassed, you glance over your shoulder to find Claire, the same girl from earlier, standing in the doorway.

“Oh, hi, Claire,” Jeonghan casually greets with a lazy smile like the two of you didn’t just get caught nearly kissing by one of his students. “Why are you back?”

“I forgot something,” she giggles as she runs over to her seat to fish out a pink umbrella from the drawer. “Bye, Mr Yoon! Bye, Miss L/N!”

She’s gone as quickly as she appeared, vanishing around the corner with a wave goodbye. You can still hear her delighted giggles as her footsteps retreat, and you bury your face into Jeonghan’s shoulder with a loud groan. “Oh my God, we’re never living that down! This is all your fault!”

He merely chuckles at your embarrassment, hand rubbing up and down your back to calm you. “Well… at least we didn’t actually start kissing?” he offers, yelping when you weakly slap at his chest.

You pull away with burning cheeks, already knowing the news of what just happened will surely spread to your own students by tomorrow morning. “I’d be more annoyed with you if your card wasn’t so cute,” you grumble halfheartedly, unable to bring yourself to actually be upset.

Jeonghan wriggles his eyebrows. “Well, then you’re going to love me after you see the huge bouquet of roses in the teachers’ lounge.”

“The what?”

a/n: thank you for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated hehe!!! 💗💗💗

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pandawriterstuff · 3 years

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Pinehallow Summary & Character List

This is my main WIP, if I'm complaining about characters doing whatever they want, this is them.

Pinehallow Summary-Monty, an eleven year old boy who has spent most of his life traveling from place to place with his in-demand lawyer mother, Irene, is sent to live at his uncle's horse ranch because she thinks he needs roots. Used to nearly everyone but his mother not being around long enough to get to know, Monty is more than a bit uncertain about this. But in scrambling to find his place in a town different to anything he's ever known, he finds friends, both human and animal, makes discoveries, and even manages to foil a plot against Pinehallow Ranch itself.

Character List

Monty (Montgomery) Cade Waller- Main character, 11, white. Monty is curious, bright, and more than a little awkward. He has a tendency to state the obvious, which can be endearing or annoying depending on your perspective. Big vocabulary and grown-up way of speaking because he’s spent more time around grown-ups than other kids. He’s quietly stubborn, particularly when it comes to being told he’s wrong when he knows he’s right. Insecure about socializing and friendships because of constant moving and traveling. Can’t hold a grudge for the life of him, even when he likely should. He likes bugs, birds and turtles, would rather read nonfiction than a story. Fills lonely afternoons with sketching, nature sketching on the ranch.

Irene Waller- Monty’s mother, 36, white. Irene is a powerful corporate lawyer, either full of energy or exhausted, never in between. She loves using words to sway minds and deciphering documents to find exactly what the opposition doesn’t want her to find. Sometimes Irene wishes she was using her skills in more meaningful ways, but also really likes the money, the traveling, and the competition. Has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of show tunes from musicals. She has a hard time letting people get close. Would stab someone for her baby, but knows it’s better to teach him to stab for himself. Only partially joking. Dolly Parton is her hero, and as much as she loves her music, it’s Dolly the business woman and Dolly the philanthropist that she strives to emulate.

Keith Waller- Monty’s uncle, 34, white. Horse Rancher. Keith loves working hard and getting dirty, and if he’s not exhausted at the end of the day he’ll be looking for something else to push him there. Otherwise he gets antsy. Loves animals and absolutely will not tolerate anyone mistreating any of the animals on his ranch-ordinarily he’s very careful of his size and strength, in that situation, all bets are off. Times that by about ten for any of the ‘barn rats’ that help around the ranch for riding lessons/time. Loves romantic comedies and telanovas and doesn’t care who knows it. Keith doesn’t read a lot, it never came easy to him, but if he’s taking a long trip he’ll always check an audio book or two out of the library instead of just relying on the radio.

Juniper - Keith’s goddaughter, 15, white. She has a calm, confident personality with a smile for most everyone she meets. If she doesn’t have a smile for you and it isn’t because her head is in the clouds over a girl, you’ve probably earned her scorn and will be ignored as much as possible. Juniper raises rabbits and it’s taught her patience, and a lot about unfairness when a kit doesn’t make it. She helps out with riding lessons at the ranch in exchange for riding time of her own, and has become a fixture, spending more time there than she does at home, and when she can get away with it, school. Loves sunflowers and her sunflower comforter is probably her most prized possession.

Nell - Caretaker/cook for the ranch house(would cooking lunch for the workers still be a thing on a modern ranch?). 38, white(?). Not about to put up with nonsense. Will make you cookies if she doesn’t have to put up with nonsense. Please. At one point she wanted to be a chef and has a year of culinary school under her belt, but quickly decided the super fast paced and competitive environment wasn’t for her. Anything that was making her hate one of her favorite things that fast could not be good for a person. She intends to live a long, long life and that kind of stress can just walk right out of the door. Loves to go on long walks, often into the hills (BLM land) behind the ranch. (maybe she was taught/took a class on foraging, and teaches Monty to find wild onions and stuff? But this would mean *I* have to learn about foraging in Idaho.) This leads to a contented, if often silent, companionship between her and Monty, who desperately wants to explore/record/sketch everything about the natural world of his new home, particularly the parts that are off limits to him without an adult along.

Ray- Family Friend/Co-Owner of R & M General (designed to feel vintage, but shiny. Bit of a tourist stop now, they decided to lean into it.), 50, Black. He uses his background in chemistry to make amazing looking candies and chocolates, using that to deal with a time he used it in less pleasant ways when he was in the military. He never expected anybody outside of his small town, or maybe the folks at the county fair to make so much fuss over them. This might embarrass him, if he weren’t so delighted. A cheerful man with a dreamer’s heart, a magazine once referred to him as a small town Willy Wonka. He dotes on his wife, often making and gifting her small surprises. An amputee in honor of my Grandpa (missing left leg at the knee, possibly missing one arm as well, but I’m not sure how that would affect candy making.). Has certain parts of his past he just doesn’t talk about.

Mavis- Co-Owner of ____ with Ray, 48, Black. Fierce and kind in equal measures, Mavis believes in protecting what’s hers, and as far as she’s concerned the entire town of (oh my god, it needs a name) is included in that. Mavis is very selective about the battles she fights, but when she chooses one she throws herself in whole-heartedly. On several committees around town, she’d be on more, but then she wouldn’t have enough time to really get into the work of the ones she loves. She knits in her limited free time, often while listening to the news, but sometimes opera. Has started knitting stuffies in the shapes of the more unusual candies Ray makes, it’s silly, but fun, and tourists and the local kids love it. Still head over heels for Ray, even though his often dreaming about things for ages instead of just doing them is also still baffling to her.

Leanna - Juniper’s sort-of girlfriend, 15, Vietnamese. Quiet, a little cynical, but very empathetic. She avoids the news because it’s that or be mad and want to cry all the time-until she hears about something she can’t not research, and goes on a 24 hour google search and learns far more than is probably good for her about a species going extinct due to logging in prohibited areas, or genocide being covered up by claims of violent uprisings. She loves manga and comics. Leanna sometimes tries for a cottagecore* type aesthetic, but mostly thinks it's too much work. She’s starting to worry about what she’s going to do with her future, and people telling her that she’s only 15 and doesn’t have to worry about it yet is NOT HELPING.

*even though cottagecore isn’t a thing in the early-mid 2000s this is maybe/vaguely set in. Shh, let me have this. Anne of Green Gablesesque maybe?

Winnie - Leanna’s mom, 45, Vietnamese. Widow? A little ditzy, but a lot loving. Everyone in town is convinced she’s the stoner type of hippy, but no one minds as she’s someone who truly wants to know how you’re doing when she asks and strangely almost always has very spot on advice. She’s rarely on time anywhere, but that’s because she’ll have stopped to talk, and often to help, whoever she’s run into. Leanna and her bicker over this when she’s late picking her up. Always wears bright colors. Loves Agatha Christie books. Calls everyone, even people 50 years older than her, hon.

Logan - Juniper’s stepdad, 40, white. Kind of a jerk, but most of the jerky things he says are actually jokes that fall flat or have simply gotten old. Tries really hard, like *really* hard, but has a tendency to get annoyed if people don’t appreciate his efforts right away-more in his personal life than professional, possibly because of his profession. A contractor, hard worker, loyal, has worked for the same company since he was twenty even though they don’t often treat him right. Sometimes tries to buy people’s affections. Wants to have better communication with Juniper, but it’s gotten really hard the last few years and he’s never quite sure why.

Candice - Juniper’s Mom, 39, white, works at a nursery that sells seedlings and baby fruit trees, has a cheerful, calm personality, but a lot softer and more lowkey than Juniper’s version. Very house proud, but has a ‘maximalist’ approach to decorating-everything is in its place, but there are places for lots of things. Loves spending time outdoors, but would rather spend it tending her garden than hiking or riding, preferably with a cup of tea by her side. On the weekends, a fruity beer or wine instead. Wants to go on one of those train rides where you get to drink wine, eat canapes and try to solve a mystery, thinks Winnie might be a good candidate for someone to go with her.

Ura - a ‘barn rat’, 12 and a half, white(maybe a Czech immigrant? 2nd generation?) . A cheerful, rough and tumble boy who is always climbing things, and often being told to stop when he gets too high for other people's comfort. Ura is fearless when it comes to physical feats, but has a fear of ‘slimy’ things like worms and frogs. He has a thick layer of pudge and a big appetite, but is athletic and strong enough that anyone bullying him over it would be doing it at their own peril. Not that he’s the type to start fights, or even finish them most of the time. Doesn’t feel he quite fits in with his family, who are all more serious, reserved people. Redwood is his favorite of the horses, and Keith has all but given up on telling him that sitting on the floor of Red’s stall to talk to the horse isn’t exactly safe.

Elliot - Ray and Mavis’s son, Black, 19 and a college student-maybe/probably at U of I. Lives on campus, but comes home at least a couple weekends a month. Has an older car that he and Ray fixed up together, that is his pride and joy. Quiet, with an irreverent sense of humor that he unleashes somewhat at random. Interested in robotics, engines and mechanics and generally has some project he’s working on, a piece of which may or may not be in his pocket. Often has oil, grease, or ink on his hands, either from working on or designing a new project. A bit of an overachiever, he can spread himself thin trying to live up to all his responsibilities at once. He’s best friends with Randy, a friendship his parents want to disapprove of, because the few times Elliot’s gotten into trouble not only was Randy there, but 99% of the time whatever it was is Randy’s idea, but never quite manage too.

Randy - Handyman at the ranch, mixed race Hispanic and white, 21. Technically head handyman, because the old head retired six months ago, and is a little young/inexperienced for the job, but he’s not the type to back away from a challenge and has risen to the occasion beautifully. Loves rock and metal music, and spends a lot of his free weekends at concerts, the ones crammed into little venues and bars where people are practically on top of each other and the beat is so loud and solid it throbs through you, connecting you to everyone even before you hit the mosh pit, are his preference. He’s been working at the ranch since he was 16, and feels like he has a claim on it, not afraid to speak up if he thinks a decision Keith is making isn’t right or that he isn’t taking something important into consideration. Can be a bit wild when he’s not being the responsible one, definitely doesn’t always think before he acts.

Alma - Local artist/worker at R & M’s, Hispanic, 25. Alma is a painter and poet, a confident young woman who’s figured out that half of surviving as an artist is being your own agent/a salesperson as well, and in addition to several shelves at the R & M that hold postcard prints of many of her pieces, both the coffee shop and cafe have some of her larger paintings displayed, and she always has a booth at the Saturday market, though the majority of her sales come from her website. Alma is cheerful, and likes to tease, and growing up the middle child of four brothers, is very able to hold her own in verbal sparring. She’s close with her family, still living with her parents, and while at first her father was dismayed at her choice of career, he now hands out her business card to basically everyone he talks to.

Miriam - Nell’s Mom, white, 71, a little deaf, speaks loudly, partially because of the deafness, partially because she spent too long letting other people push her around and when she hit about 50 decided she was going to be the one talking over people now. She’s earned it. Age has made her more delicate than she likes, bruising and scraping easily, but she’s determined to do most things for herself. Those that are beyond her she has no problem loudly ordering someone else to take care of. Volunteers a lot, often fosters kittens for the local animal shelter. Used to chain smoke, quit when Nell was a teenager because she kept leaving pictures of diseased lungs everywhere. Still uses the candy ones as a substitute.

Places

Unnamed Town- Somewhere in Latah County, Idaho, where there is not already a town in the way. Around 200 years old and has grown and shrunk and grown again, and currently has a population of about 12,000. Having grown out from a traditional mainstreet, _______ no longer has the western style boardwalk seen in old pictures, but it does have a large cluster of local businesses and ‘hot spots’ still along that old main street, a coffee shop, a diner, a combination bookshop and independent library, a hardware store, a bar, a few places I haven’t thought of yet, and of course R & M General. There is a historical barn half a mile or so away from mainstreet that has been converted into a theater/meeting hall/dance hall, and a community center was added onto it in the early 90’s. During the summer there is a farmer’s market on the property every Saturday. The elementary school and junior high are all on one property, several miles out of town, because the majority of families live on farms, ranches or small rural properties rather than in one of the neighborhood clusters in the town itself. The junior high is 7th, 8th and 9th graders, in a newer two story building, and the elementary school is divided into lower and upper elementary with the bracket shaped building basically being cut in half, K-3 on one side and 4-6 on the other. The high school is outside of town on the other side by several miles, and actually serves kids from another town(s) as well. There is also a trailer park with about forty units, not exactly sure where it is yet, but Miriam(Nell’s Mom) lives there. There is also an animal shelter, a vet’s office, a cemetery, and a couple churches, and I’m sure more things to come.

R & M General (working title?)- Ray and Mavis’s store, a general store with a candy focused twist. A vintage Pepsi sign, neon still bright, and a charming green glass juke-box filled with hits from the 1940’s onward grace the front porch of the R & M, along with a long bench that locals are encouraged to use for a spell or to listen to a couple songs, provided they can behave themselves (teenagers arguing over who their favorite member of the rat pack is might be amusing, considering they were already ‘mom and dad’, or at least older brother and sister, music by the time Mavis and Ray were teenagers, but when they get loud it also gets annoying.). The store itself still has the original wooden counter up front and built-in shelves along the walls, but all refinished and polished to a high shine. A mixture of display types going down the middle of the store, barrels and baskets filled with skeins of colorful yarn and cloth or Mavis’s knitted stuffies(and during winter sometimes socks and mittens), other sewing and craft supplies, display racks with local arts, postcards and carvings, sometimes wind up toys made by Elliot, and of course many, many displays of candies and chocolates. They also have a lot of dry goods, and some of the simpler candy types have little instruction booklets and the ingredients it takes to try out making them yourself stocked in the same display, drink coolers, and sometimes have local produce available. Basically, they have a bit of everything, except for building equipment/home repair supplies, and that’s because of the hardware store across the street.

Pinehallow Ranch-A sprawling 100 acre ranch in Latah County, Idaho where the Waller family has been doing something or other with horses for four generations now. Originally it was a horse breeding ranch, but Keith and Irene’s grandfather felt the money was in training horses, and offered boarding as well, and Keith has continued to build that up, offering lessons for a variety of styles, ages, and skill levels. Butting up against BLM land that allows additional grazing and trail riding, the ranch has four pastures, a large corral, a medium sized indoor arena and two horse barns, one for boarded horses and one for the ranch's own stock, and an equipment barn, an old bunkhouse that is mostly used to store feed-though Randy has slept there when in between places, mostly unbeknownst to Keith-and some smaller equipment sheds, placed where they’re needed. The main house is an L-shaped ranch house with a porch that goes around the entire long front of the house with a large herb/kitchen and rock garden arranged around that. There are treed pockets scattered here and there, left alone as the rest of the ranch was developed, but the creek Monty and Juniper sometimes hang out at is on BLM land, as is most of the forested area around the ranch.

Pinehallow Taglist @sleepysera @enchanted-lightning-aes @odysseywritings @thegreatobsesso @writing-is-a-martial-art and @hiitsolivia If anyone else wants to be added just interact with the post :) (My more advanced tumblr knowledge has led me to believe this is better than asking people to reblog/comment to be added, but if I'm wrong just let me know.)

#character list #oc list #someday I'll do a proper series introduction #and an introduction for me #but today is not that day #pinehallow ranch #original writing #I tend to build my world around the characters #backwards I know

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link4eva · 3 years

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Kiro’s Culinary Date Translation [CN] (Season 2)

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released in the ENG server. This date is set is Season 2 but doesn’t contain any major plot details. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t read beyond the cut.

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[First Part]

“Ding Dong!--”

I stood in front of a villa full of sunflowers in the yard and rang the doorbell.

Recently, in order to create a gimmick for the new show, the company intends to let Kiro participate in an observation variety show.

The stars in the show will experience different professions. The profession of this episode is to run a restaurant. To create more entertainment, a culinary competition is also set up.

Whoever makes the food that receives the most praise will win the final prize.

But I wasn’t so sure about Kiro’s cooking skills….

??: I’m coming!

The familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

Accompanied by a rush of hurried footsteps, the door was swung open and golden hair instantly came into view.

Kiro: Good afternoon, boss!

Kiro: I just saw your text message, why did you come to me so suddenly?

Kiro put one hand behind himself, his always-smiling face now even more enthusiastic.

A strange smell hit the tip of my nose. I seemed to distinguish something but kept it calm on the surface.

MC: I heard Savin say that you rarely go out recently and don’t answer the phone very often. So I just came to see what the situation was.

Kiro: So that’s what it was. That’s because….

Kiro moved his eyes towards me and smiled.

Kiro: I recently became obsessed with a new video game series so I couldn’t check my phone as often.

I nodded and accepted the explanation.

MC: There’s another thing; you’re going to be on a new variety show.

Kiro’s expression suddenly became very serious. I couldn’t help but want to tease him, pretending to be serious.

MC: You should have known already about your appearance on the show and how you need to show your cooking skills in front of the camera.

MC: But I don’t think this should be a problem for Kiro, right?

Kiro looked shocked. But not long after, he smiled confidently.

Kiro: Of course.

Kiro: I’m actually very good at cooking.

MC: So confident--

Kiro: What’s up?

Seeing Kiro’s confused eyes still showing a hint of a guilty conscience, I couldn’t help but finally express my doubts.

MC: Kiro, were you really playing video games?

Kiro: Yes, I was….

MC: But why do I smell something weird?

Kiro: ….

Kiro: ….So you knew already!

After a while, he sighed slightly, and put down his hands behind his back like he had accepted his fate. He was holding a bear apron in his hands.

Kiro: Miss Chips, do you want to come and take a look at my kitchen?

[Second Part]

Although I was mentally prepared when I walked into Kiro’s kitchen, I couldn’t help but look on in shock.

The kitchen utensils are stacked in a mess, there are many broken eggshells on the ground, and the dishes were piled high in the sink. With that, there were also some “unidentifiable objects”...

Everything in front of me seems to show what kind of “messy” experience this was.

Kiro also looked a little embarrassed.

Kiro: Ahem, it went well at first, but I don’t know which step went wrong.

Kiro: The taste and appearance are a little bit different from what you may expect….

Suddenly, he turned his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: In order to find out which step went wrong, I plan to do it again!

Kiro: However, it’s best to have personal supervision next to you….

MC: I can help you. Also, I can show you some new things. *changed some wording*

As if he had obtained the answer he wanted, Kiro’s brows and eyes were curved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Kiro: Great, then let’s get to work!

Seeing a glimmer of success in his eyes, I suddenly realized that I was fooled!

He had planned to bring me to the kitchen all along!

Twenty minutes later, with my help, the cooking was finally completed decently.

Seeing the steaming food on the table, Kiro couldn’t wait to pick up the spoon and took a bite.

MC: How is it?

Kiro: Hmm….

He blinked and then gave me a thumbs up.

Kiro: Super delicious! Miss Chips should really consider opening up a restaurant!

Although I knew his evaluation was exaggerated, I still breathed a sigh of relief.

MC: That’s good.

Kiro: However, I’m afraid there’s no way I can make such delicious food for the time being….

He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow in his eyes.

Knowing that Kiro has always been a perfectionist, I thought about it and spoke slowly.

MC: Actually, to make delicious food in addition to certain cooking skills, you also need a special recipe.

Kiro: Huh? What is it?

I stretched out my hand, poked Kiro’s face lightly with my finger, and made a smile on his face.

MC: The chef’s mentality is also very important.

MC: If you put yourself in a happy mood, you will definitely feel it. And….

I also smiled at him.

MC: Enthusiastically greet every challenge, isn’t this what Kiro is best at?

Kiro was taken aback for a moment, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes. After a while, he smiled and took my hand.

Kiro: Well, MC is right.

Kiro: By the day of the show recording, my performance won’t disappoint anyone’s expectations.

Kiro: However, I still want you to promise me one thing.

MC: What?

He leaned closer, his warm breath fell on my cheek.

Kiro: Can you come to the set on the filming day?

Kiro: If you do, I think the food will be better than perfect.

[Third Part]

The sun was shining brightly on the filming day, and the temperature was several degrees higher than usual.

I arrived at the shooting location as agreed with Kiro. Seeing that it was still early, I walked towards the lounge.

(Cut to lounge)

As soon as the door was opened, I saw him sitting on the sofa alone and intently looking down at his phone.

Hearing the movement, Kiro raised his eyes to look at me with undisguised joy on his face.

Kiro: ….MC, there you are!

MC: Well, I’m here to cheer for you.

He subconsciously turned off the phone screen. Although it was just a quick glance, I saw that he seemed to be watching a cooking tutorial.

Kiro: The sun is so nice today, it’s good weather to go out in.

Kiro: There should be a lot of customers in the restaurant later.

Kiro looked out the window, his face thoughtful.

MC: Well, you don’t have to put too much pressure on yourself. After all, this is a variety show, and cooking is only one aspect.

MC: So all you have to do is show your truest appearance and enjoy the process.

Kiro: I know, it’s just that I haven’t figured out what to do yet….

MC: Huh? You haven’t thought about it yet?

MC: Didn’t we practice a dish at your house last time?

Kiro: But….

Kiro paused. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, his lips raised in a beautiful arc.

Kiro: But now I have changed my mind.

Kiro: I’m going to keep it a secret for now and surprise you later.

Although there were some doubts in my mind, I also believed Kiro could handle it well. So, after a while, I nodded.

MC: Ok.

MC: If you have any questions, you can send me a text message and I will be there later. Also….

Kiro: Don’t worry, Miss Chips, I have my own coup.

Kiro took my hand and interrupted me with a chuckle.

Kiro: And have you forgotten? No matter what kind of food, I have my own “exclusive recipe”. *changed some wording*

As he said this, he poked my cheek lightly as I did to him before, and also sketched a smile on my face.

Kiro: I will get the best result while enjoying the process.

His eyebrows are curved and my figure is reflected in his clear pupils.

Kiro: So, please wait and see.

(Cut to shooting location)

The bright sunlight passed through the leaves. *changed some wording*

The show officially started filming. Stars who usually have a certain distance from the public are now wearing aprons and running an ordinary restaurant.

I was sitting on a seat in the restaurant and found that the surrounding area was filled with people.

Seeing popular movie stars or idol singers passing by one after another, many guests showed surprised expressions.

Female Star: Hello, this is my chocolate cake.

The female star gave me a sweet smile and the dessert on my table. After thanking her, I took a bite and the sweetness instantly melted in my mouth.

Girl A: Wow, this cake is delicious!

Girl B: Is it? I’ll try it too.

The voices of the two girls from the table over fell into my ears. I glanced around and saw that many people seemed to be very satisfied with the food.

Girl A: The celebrities’ culinary skills are so good too!

Girl B: You’re so stereotypical. By the way, I heard that Kiro is also here. Our “Little Sun’s” cooking skills are guaranteed to surprise you!

Hearing the girl’s words, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone screen. The last text message sent was from Kiro ten minutes ago.

“I’m ready to play!”

I put down the spoon in my hand and couldn’t help but guess what kind of food Kiro intends to make….

After tasting different delicacies one after another, everyone’s expectations were getting higher and higher.

Initially, I just advised Kiro not to be too stressed out but I couldn’t help but feel nervous at this moment….

??: This guest, would you like a delicious mango smoothie?

A familiar voice rang in my ears and I turned my face to meet a pair of sky-blue eyes.

MC: Ki-!

Everyone: AAAAAAHHH IT’S KIRO!!!

The enthusiastic cheers drowned out my voice.

Kiro smiled brightly at them and the screams suddenly became louder. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned around, avoiding everyone’s gaze--

He gave a wink towards me.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat frantically.

The golden light shone on Kiro’s hair and the person in front of me seemed to be more dazzling than the sun.

Kiro: I saw that you’re sitting there all alone. Don’t you feel a bit lonely?

Before I could answer, he took off the bear doll from his waist and placed it on the seat opposite me.

Kiro gently covered the microphone pinned in the collar and whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear--

Kiro: Let it temporarily replace me to accompany you.

As soon as his voice fell, he straightened up and looked at the people present.

Kiro: Does anyone else want to try a refreshing fruit smoothie?

The sun was shining, and after tasting many dishes, everyone happened to be a little thirsty. So, they raised their hands enthusiastically.

Kiro: Just hold tight, I’ll come back right away!

Holding the tray, he walked towards the other table of guests. In the scorching afternoon, Kiro’s fruit smoothie became the most popular dish.

Looking at the blond boy walking through the crowd, I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a smile.

It turns out that this is what he meant by “coup”.

Looking down, I saw Kiro with one hand behind him, making a “V” gesture in my direction.

My smile grew even more. I picked up the mango smoothie on the table and took a sip.

--The taste is really sweet.

[Fourth Part]

As the sunset slowly falls, the shooting is gradually coming to an end.

According to the process, the program team will determine the final prize based on the customers’ evaluation of the food. As a result, the awards were announced one by one with suspension--

Kiro didn’t win.

Kiro: MC!

I looked towards where the voice came from and saw that from not far away, Kiro was walking towards me through the staff surrounding him.

MC: Is it finished?

Kiro: Well, they’re checking out the shooting material.

I thought that Kiro would be a little disappointed if he didn’t win the prize but his face didn’t show the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead, his smile remained the same as usual.

A light flashed before my eyes and I realized that he was holding a golden trophy in his hand.

MC: What is this?

Kiro: This….

He followed my gaze and winked slyly at me suddenly.

Kiro: There are too many people here. Let’s talk about it somewhere else.

(Cut to lounge)

MC: “Most Popular Award….”

In the lounge, I took the trophy from Kiro and repeated what he said.

Kiro: That’s right.

Kiro: They said that because of the popularity of “Kiro’s Special”, the program team made this award.

Kiro: I told you that I wouldn’t break my promise, right?

Kiro said somewhat proudly. I can’t help but smile.

MC: Well, I was a little surprised. But I know that Kiro never disappoints.

MC: By the way, something hasn’t been returned to you yet.

I took out the little bear doll that I had always taken with me. I wanted to give it back to him but he shook his head.

Kiro: This was actually a gift to you to thank you for teaching me how to cook.

MC: In that case, I will accept it without any hesitancy.

As I was talking, a question suddenly came to my mind.

MC: I don’t seem to remember you telling me why you suddenly decided to make a smoothie instead?

Kiro gave me a look and smiled helplessly.

Kiro: When I tell you, you mustn’t laugh at me.

MC: Of course not.

Kiro: Actually, after we started cooking together that day, I practiced many times in private.

Kiro: After all, I’m going to be on the show. I hope that no matter what I’m doing, I can let everyone see my best.

Kiro: But that last time, I still felt that it was not enough.

Kiro’s tone was indifferent but I seemed to hear a little reluctance from it.

Kiro: But after coming to the lounge today, I saw the light outside was very strong.

Kiro: Thinking of everyone sitting in the sun all that time, it must’ve felt a little hot. So, I suddenly came up with an idea.

Those bright blue eyes lit up again and the corners of Kiro’s lips curled up slightly.

Kiro: I think if it were me in this hot weather, I would want a refreshing smoothie more than one of those meals.

Kiro: And this method was a very simple one--

Kiro: It was within the scope of my cooking skills!

I couldn’t help laughing.

I saw that the name tag on his chest was a little crooked, so I stretched out my hand to fix it for him.

MC: So, our “Chef Kiro” decided to make a smoothie?

MC: It was indeed a great idea.

I nodded approvingly. Kiro’s eyes flickered slightly and he suddenly took my wrist.

Kiro: Speaking of which, you brought me this inspiration.

MC: Huh?

Kiro: Didn’t you say that if you put yourself in a happy mood, other people will definitely be able to feel it?

Kiro: Because I was inspired by you, I gradually began to worry less about satisfying everyone and more about what to do to make myself feel satisfied….

Kiro: Therefore, this trophy is also yours.

Kiro winked as he spoke and his lips curled up softly.

Kiro: I wonder how Miss Chips would rate my performance today?

MC: Do you need to ask?

MC: Of course it far exceeds full marks!

Kiro: Even if I didn’t make good enough food?

MC: Even if you didn’t make good enough food.

I repeated it with certainty.

MC: Remember, because you have the most unique “recipe”.

MC: That is Kiro’s signature appeal.

I smiled at him.

MC: During the filming, many people including myself, were affected by your smile and enthusiasm--

MC: It was such a pleasant afternoon.

MC: I believe that this happy mood will be conveyed to all viewers when the show is broadcasted.

MC: Rest assured.

The light in Kiro’s eyes shook slightly and then the corners of his mouth rose even more.

Kiro: Is MC’s evaluation of me that high?

Kiro: Actually, it’s more than that.

Kiro: In fact, there are other “exclusive recipes” that I found.

He pretended to smile mysteriously, held my hand more tightly, and then went on to say--

Kiro: She not only taught me how to cook, but she also gave me great inspiration;

Kiro: And she also told me that no matter what challenge I encounter, I can solve it in Kiro’s fashion as usual.

Kiro: So, when I saw her at the shooting today, I felt confident and smiled uncontrollably….

The gentle voice fell in my ears and I felt my heart beat faster.

Those sapphire eyes looked at me for a moment. In the next second, a chuckle came into my ear--

Kiro: So….

Kiro: For me, she is the recipe that makes everything more perfect.

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!~

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Lande Hekt - “Gay Space Cadets”

Photo by Martin Bannister

It would be amazing if everyone had the chance to leave the ‘burbs or whatever nowhere place you’re from, and lead a more exciting day to day with it. Alas, inflation and the rising cost of housing makes those hip hub cities you see very online influencers living their best lives out of unobtainable for most. Still, “Gay Space Cadets”, the lead single from Lande Hekt’s sophomore effort Home Without a View, plans its own escape even if the idea of breaking free from the capitalist drudge is one that requires outside the box thinking. Between the Muncie Girls vocalist’s wide-eyed optimism and the shimmer-strummed guitar pop breathing belief behind every word, Hekt is bent on discovering her own space and will transform the most ordinary surrounding into a self-defined possibility.

Directed by: Martin Bannister

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Lande Hekt’s Home Without a View will be released September 23rd on Get Better Records / Prize Sunflower Records

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So Henry, you want to start a YouTube channel? - Chapter 4

Summary: Twenty five year old YouTuber Sandy Choi has no idea that one of her five million subscribers is the one and only Henry Cavill. When he asks her to help him out with starting his own YouTube channel, she falls more and more in love with her. But she should’ve known that dating one of the most desirable bachelors, does come with a prize.

Henry Cavill x Sandy Choi (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 3.1k

A/N: If you want to be on the taglist, please let me know. Also, I really like reading that you like the story. Such a great way to make my day xx

Masterlist // Channel introduction // Previous chapter // Next chapter

The next day Sandy uploaded a new video. It’s a summer night time routine and Henry watches every second of it, making mental notes as the video progresses. He is even thinking about picking up a skin care routine himself, simply because she is doing it. The Sandy on his iPad screen takes off her make-up and he admires her. She already looks adorable with make-up on, probably because of her cheeks, but seeing her bare face like this, he can’t help but wonder what life would look like if she was his girlfriend.

These last two days, he realized he not only admired her, her work ethic and the way she shows her life on the vlogs and makes it look like she has her shit together, but that he was falling in love with her. And he is falling head first.

He can’t stop himself anymore. He dreams about a life where Sandy Choi is his girlfriend. She would walk into the kitchen in his shirt, that is way too big for her. She’d be hugging him from behind as he makes her breakfast, pressing kisses on his back. He’d lift her on the counter, so he could press tons of kisses on her cheeks, causing her to giggle. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He thinks about how she would beat his ass with Mario Kart, leaving him a sulking mess. She would kiss him, her soft lips on his, hoping she could brighten him up.

He even envisions her sitting on his lap as she would help him edit a video or sit between his thighs on the couch as he would teach her his favorite games. He’d help her control the console, his thumbs helping hers and kiss her temple every time she does it right.

He has been single for awhile and it was better this way, not dating anyone. Being a bachelor had its perks and he enjoyed it. However meeting Sandy in real life, has him stop him right in his tracks.

He keeps thinking about her smile, about her lovely laugh and the way she blinks her eyes a little quicker when she’s nervous. Everything she does he admires, he likes and he cherishes.

He printed out his favorite picture he made of her yesterday. She’s absolutely stunning and it was not an easy process picking out just one picture he loved. He can’t wait to give her the framed picture. He rewatched some of her videos, hoping he’d get a better idea of what her room looks like. He found a frame in an old box, thinking it would match her aesthetic.

He leans back again the chair, while he holds the picture frame in his hand, staring at Sandy. She’s next to the sunflower and she’s giggling. He can almost hear it again.

She is really photogenic and the fact that she’d let herself being photographed like this, means she’s comfortable with him right?

When she confessed about how she was feeling being around him, he admired her courage to share this with him. It’s personal and he never pecked her for sharing too much personal details of herself this early on in their friendship. She is always pretty neutral in her vlogs, never really personal. He watched some of her Q&A’s and she managed to answer everything, but still leave a lot to the imagination.

The Sandy on his iPad is walking in the most adorable pajamas he has ever seen (a cute pink two piece) to her bed. Her soft voice over says: ‘That is my night time summer routine. I hope you enjoyed this video.’ She gets into the bed and flicks off her light. ‘Remember,’ he hears her say, while the screen stays black, ‘stay hydrated, love yourself and be kind to the people who deserve it and most importantly: yourself.’

Her outro that matches the soft vibe this video has, is a picture of her sitting near her window with a cup of tea in her hand and some links to her social media.

He hears an incoming message and his heart starts to beat a whole lot faster when he sees her name on the screen. Her profile picture is her in a cafe, with a cute beret on her head. She looks cute as a button and the fact that he knows her in real life, is almost like winning the jackpot.

Sandy Choi: I figured out what your first video should be about.

Henry: Enlighten me, please.

Sandy Choi: A channel trailer.

Henry has seen her channel trailer, since she updated hers a few months ago. It was one of the first videos he watched of her. It was beautifully done, but can he do that? Can he pull it off?

Sandy Choi: I can help you out today. If you want of course?

That’s an opportunity that Henry will take with both of his hands. Every moment he can spend with her, is one he’ll take.

Henry: That would be awesome.

He quickly cleans up a bit around the house, rushes upstairs for a quick shower and gets ready in record time. He opts for a dark blue shirt and one of his new jeans shorts. He hasn’t had the chance to wear it yet and he thinks she’d approve of this.

He wonders what she’ll look like today. Yesterday she wore a beautiful white dress, with black sandals underneath them. He can’t believe she thought that she wasn’t fashionable enough for a fashion channel.

Henry hears the doorbell ring, followed by a bark from Kal. He rushes downstairs and he can already see Kal wagging his tail, as if he knows who is coming over. He ushers Kal into the living room and takes a deep breath before he opens up the door.

God, Sandy is adorably beautiful. She wears a jeans short, a white crop top above it and paired it with white platform sneakers. She has put her hairs in two braids, her bangs and some strands of hair framing her face. She has a big bag with her. ‘You walked here?’ he asks her, after he got over his initial shock of how pretty she is.

She nods. ‘Mhm.’

‘You should’ve told me,’ he says, grabbing the heavy looking bag from her. ‘I could’ve picked you up.’

He wonders what her answer will be to that. She keeps on surprising him from time to time. She’s shy, but at the same time she can be real witty. ‘I’m a strong and independent woman, Henry,’ she says, as she walks inside.

He closes the door behind her and he is impressed that she carried this around town for half an hour, without a single drop of sweat. For him, it’s like lifting up a piece of paper, but for someone as petite as her? He shouldn’t have underestimated her like that.

‘Just be careful with that bag,’ she tells him. ‘I brought own camera, laptop, iPad and some other stuff with me. Stuff we’ll need for your channel trailer.’

When Sandy walks into the living room, Kal rushes to her and in excitement, he jumps up. ‘Kal, watch it, that’s not how you greet a lady,’ Henry says, but Kal is having non of it, because he keeps on jumping up, wanting to lick her face. She yelps when he stands on his hind legs, ready to place his front paws on her shoulders. Henry quickly stands between his furry companion and Sandy. ‘Calm down,’ he sternly tells him.

Kal whines, but stays on all of his legs, looking around Henry’s legs to stare at Sandy. ‘Is it safe?’ she softly asks.

‘Yeah, I’m sorry. He’s usually pretty calm, but something about you makes him go mad.’

Sandy smiles and Henry watches as she pets his head. Kal is completely smitten with her, his eyes nearly changing into heart eyes when he looks at her and he leans into her touch. If Henry is being completely honest, he can’t blame him, since he is in the exact same boat as his Akita.

Henry places the bag on the table. ‘You want something to drink?’

She nods. ‘Water.’

‘I have other things,’ he tries, but she shrugs. ‘Sure you don’t want something sweet? Chocolate or—’

‘You have chocolate?’ she asks, standing up straight, looking at him with her eyes enlarged.

Henry knew that that would work. He chuckles. ‘I do.’

She walks up to the table and says: ‘I’d love some chocolate.’

Henry needs to tear his gaze away from her, but if it was up to him, he’d stare at her forever. It’s not just her beauty, it’s her pleasant aura as well. In her videos, she always looks really calm, like she knows what she’s doing. Though Sandy can be pretty quiet around him, he likes having her around. Sometimes he does have a feeling that she’s holding back though. Not only in her videos, but also in real life. He doesn’t think she is fully aware of how funny she is, talented and that not only she’s a great listener, but also a fantastic story teller, in writing and when she’s with him. There’s something deep down there that she has yet to uncover and unleash, to show the world.

‘So, I have been thinking about your channel,’ she says.

Henry walks to the table, places her glass of water and the chocolates on a plate next to her. In complete contrast to yesterday, she seems to be comfortable right away and he thinks that’s a good sign. ‘Tell me.’

‘You know, my channel is based around Life with Sandy Choi. Taking them with me., showing them parts of my life and how certain things work. Maybe yours can be Life with Henry Cavill.’

‘Isn’t that copying you?’

‘It’s not trademarked, Henry,’ she says. ‘But something along the lines of that. Because if you do something like that, means you’re free to upload whatever you want. If you name it, I don’t know… Fitness with Henry or Build a stuff with Henry, you sort of force yourself into one part of yourself.’

She has a point. He leans against the table with his hands. ‘Yeah?’

‘Mhm.’ She grabs her iPad out of her bag and the Apple pen and sits on the chair. It’s adorable to see that her feet are dangling, not even close to touching the floor. She starts to write something, completely lost in her own world, giving Henry time to just simply look at her. He quietly grabs his phone and takes a picture of her, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Sandy finally looks up. ‘What do you think?’ She turns her iPad around and his eyes nearly roll out of their sockets.

‘Did you just make a logo?’ he asks, sitting next to her on a chair.

‘Mhm, just need to finish up the drawing of you and Kal, but other than that, it looks pretty okay, right?’

‘Pretty okay? Sandy, this is fantastic. Honestly, is there something you can’t do?’ He leans in a bit, so he can check out the logo. She made a rough sketch of him and Kal, but even in the sketch, he can tell that it’s them. Above the drawing of them she wrote “life with” and underneath it “Henry (and Kal)”, in such a lovely handwriting.

‘It’s not that great.’

He simply dismisses what she just said there. ‘You are by far the most talented person I have ever met,’ he says, looking up, to see that she’s already watching him. Her face is really close and he watches her tongue wetting her lips. ‘Honestly.’

Her cheeks turn in a soft pink color. ‘Thanks, Henry.’

Henry feels her breath against his lips. He uses all of his willpower not to lean in and kiss her. It would be weird and actually rude to just kiss her, but God, with the way she looks now, he just wished that she was his girlfriend, that he could kiss her whenever he wanted.

‘And I was thinking about your channel trailer,’ she says. ‘We could film some shots today, but you can also start just filming your life. Just like the intros I use before every vlog, you can use some footage you’ll make this week. You don’t have to post that, but it might be useful.’

He heard her, perfectly clear, but he is distracted by his own thoughts. He keeps wondering about how it would feel when she’d place her tiny hand in his. He keeps wondering what it would be like to hug her body close, to have her face buried in his neck, her warm breath against the sensitive skin. ‘That sounds good,’ he eventually manages to say. ‘I really need to find a way to thank you, once the channel is in the air.’

She shrugs. ‘No need to, I like helping you out.’

⟢⟡⟣

Henry doesn’t want this day to end. Though it was really silent every now and then, he noticed that she was getting more and more comfortable with him. She even slapped him across his arm, only to keep on apologizing over and over again, to a point where he simply told her that he barely even felt it.

They had made tons of shots and she really knows what she is doing. Seeing her behind the camera, telling him what he should do, he saw that glimpse of what he knew what was there all along.

Afterwards, she showed him how Final Cut Pro worked, by opening her own laptop and showing him step by step how he could use this program. She even wrote some short cuts down on a piece of paper.

Though he is slightly intimidated by how easily she does it, but she told him that she was worse than he was when she first opened her laptop to edit a video and that he has nothing to worry about.

The two of them only ate some ice cream for dinner, since this hot weather makes it hard for both of them to eat something remotely healthy and the ice cream cools them down. It’s about nine in the evening, but Sandy has yet to leave his place.

If it were up to Henry, she didn’t leave. It’s nice not being alone with a dog, but to have some company, someone to look at during the day, that would be nice. Henry scrolls through the pictures of his phone, while he waits for the freezer to open again, after it vacuumed itself shut. He knows by now that forcing it to open isn’t helping the situation at all, but it gives him plenty of time to look at the pictures he made today of her. He already sent a few to her, but the one he made of her earlier today, with her iPad in hand, is by far his favorite.

That reminds him, he was going to give her the photo he printed out for her. Maybe when she has to leave, he can give it to her.

Finally the freezer opens up again and he gets the ice cubes, to put in her glass of water. Henry walks back to the living room, only to see how Sandy fell asleep against Kal, her head resting on his side.

He smiles as he stares at the sight of the young woman and his dog. Her fingers are wrapped around his paw. Kal lazily opens up his eyes, as Henry pulls out his phone again, to make a picture of the woman he is heavily crushing on and his lovely dog.

He quietly walks upstairs, to make the bed in the guest room. He places an air cooler in the room and fills the tank with some water. He goes downstairs again, only to see her still fast asleep. He really doesn’t want to wake her up, but he also doesn’t want her to sleep on the couch, especially not in that position. It would kill him if she actually strained her back. He carefully slides his hand underneath her knees and her upper body and lifts her up with ease. She places her forehead against his shoulder, her entire body completely relaxed.

Henry can’t stop smiling as he walks up the stairs. He feels her fingers fisting the material of his shirt as she tries to turn on her side in his arms. ‘Easy, easy,’ he softly whispers.

Gently he places her in the bed, taking off her shoes and covering her with a thin blanket. He walks back downstairs, to grab some cooling elements to put in the air cooler. When he is back in the room, he sees she hasn’t moved at all. He tries not to drop the cooling elements in the tank too hard, since he really doesn’t want to wake her up. For a moment he looks at her and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing over her soft cheek. ‘Good night, Sandy.’

Henry walks out of the room, closes the door behind him, when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He looks at the screen and sees Jackson send him a text.

Jackson: I had to hear from my sweet lady Lacey that you have been meeting up with Sandy Choi for three days in a row now?

Jackson: Were you planning on telling me this?

Jackson: Like ever?

Jackson: Because now I heard the details from Lacey, because Sandy is a nice friend and actually tells her stuff about your rendezvous.

Henry: You only told me about Lacey, two minutes before your party started and since you have been hanging out non stop with her, I have to do my morning run by myself.

Henry: I wanted to tell you then, but if you just leave me hanging.

Jackson: Very funny. How was it today?

Henry: It was amazing, she is really talented. She helped me film something and showed me the editing software. I can't believe that she’s actually part of my life now.

Jackson: That is sickening sweet. You’re still hanging out?

Henry: No, she’s upstairs now.

Jackson: Mister Cavill 😏

Henry: It’s nothing like that. She was tired from filming, being in the sun a lot. She fell asleep.

Jackson: Well, I heard from Lacey that in those seven months that miss Choi is living here, she has yet to spend time with someone else, beside Lacey. Think you’re doing something good, bud.

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Elorcan Modern AU Chapter 10

The next day Elide was feeling better after her reassurance from Lorcan that he did like her and wanted to go out with her. She knew her friends would bombard her with questions, but all she could think about was how is hands felt intertwined with hers, the stolen glances at each other throughout their date, and the soft skin of his cheek against her lips. Elide wasn’t sure what pushed her to kiss him on the cheek, but she was glad she did because she couldn’t seem to think about anything else, except maybe their next date after her shift at the bookstore on Saturday. As per usual she did her routine and made her way to school where she saw her group of friends all look at her cautiously as she walked up to them.

“ Morning guys,” Elide said cheerfully as the events of last night still played throughout her mind.

“ Well I’m guessing from your cheerful attitude the date went well then,” Lysandra said.

“ It did, the restaurant was so pretty and the food was amazing and he bought me some new books and it was just a great night.”

Elide looked up at the rest of the group after she finished her little ramble and was taken back by the smiles on their face.

“ Well, I guess maybe it just took a little love for Lorcan to be decent,” Aelin said.

“ Maybe, but either way it was great and were going for a walk and coffee after my shift at the bookstore on Saturday.”

“ Just be safe,” Manon said like she always did before she went to hang with Lorcan.

“ Always.”

Lorcan still couldn’t seem to stop thinking about last nights event after he woke up and had a small smile plastered to his face. Fenrys being Fenrys didn’t stop teasing him about it at home and when they were walking up to school. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Elide talking to her friends, most likely about last nights date and his smile seemed to grow bigger, and he couldn’t control it.

“ Lorcan, there you are. Can you come with me for a second,” Maeve said as they walked up to the school and she put a hand on his arm.

Maeve. How could he forget Maeve. The women he loved, he did love her right? I mean she did tell him to get close to Elide and that’s what he was doing, so what if he had some fun with her.

“ Yeah,” he replied and they both walked over to a corner on the side of the school with no one else there.

“ What is with you lately, you have been so cheerful. You don’t do cheerful Lorcan. My sources have also told me you went on a little date with the crippled girl last night.”

Lorcan practically growled at that name and started walking closer to Maeve until he practically had her cornered, “ Don’t you ever call her that again,” he said in a low and threatening voice.

“ Oh, so know your all protective of her, well I guess that makes since, since you are her, what was it, her little knight.”

Lorcan froze, how did she know about their nicknames for each other.

“ That is none of your business,” he growled again.

“ I will not have another Whitethorn situation again, I have a new assignment for you. I have really taken to not liking the little Lochan and I want her gone. Your new assignment is to brake her little heart.”

Lorcan’s heart stopped. Break her heart? He couldn’t do that. So maybe he was falling for her even though it was for an assignment, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t do that.

“ No, I wouldn’t do that.”

“ Oh, so know your disobeying me. Well if the little prize I said I would give you if you completed the assignment isn’t enough, what if I tell the whole school about your little secret about your childhood, about who your family really was.”

Once again Lorcan froze. People in the school new he was adopted by Fenrys family but no one knew who his real family really was.

“ You wouldn’t dare.”

“ Oh, but you know I would. So do this assignment and it can stay our little secret and maybe you can still get our prize. Do I make myself clear.”

Lorcan didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t break Elide’s heart but he also didn’t want the whole school to have another reason to hate him.

“ Fine, I’ll do it.”

The bell rang and Lorcan stormed off to history, now having the smile completely wiped off his face. Maeve too walked away, but what neither of them knew was that Aedion and Asterin were in the room above the corner next to the open window, and recorded the whole conversation.

Lorcan stormed into class, but his heart started to melt as it did when he say Elide sitting there with a big smile on her face. When she say him storm in she was confused. The date went well didn’t it, she thought.

“ Hey,” he said as he sat down in his seat next to her.

“ Hey, are you ok?”

He seemed to shift uncomfortably at that question.

“ Yeah I’m fine, just a little hard to explain to my friends that I went out with you.”

Elide didn’t think about that. She knew the tension between Maeve and her friends and was so worried about what hers would think she didn’t think that his friends would probably be mad at him.

“ Oh, were they mad at you?”

“ They were more confused then anything, but its fine.”

Elide nodded now feeling bad that his friends probably hated him because he went out with her. She felt a hand that she quickly identified as Lorcan’s gently grab her chin and tilt her face to face his.

“ Hey, that doesn’t mean anything, they can hate me for all I care but it won’t change how I feel for you, ok?”

Elide’s heart melted at the gentleness of his hand and the softness of his voice and by the look in his dark eyes, she could he his was serious. She gave him a small smile and nodded.

“ Good.” He then grabbed her hand with the same gentleness and pressed it to his lips. Elide felt her face heat up as he pressed a small kiss to her hand, just like you do to a princess. She chuckled as he continued to hold her hand until class started.

Across the classroom Aedion had taken his seat next to Manon.

“ Manon, we have a big problem.”

“ What do you want Arshyver?”

“ Here, listen to this, but you need to promise not to do anything when you finish listening.”

Now Manon was intrigued as he took one of Aedion’s airpods and put it in his ear. He pressed play on something and she could hear some ruffling and them Maeve and Lorcan’s voice, and she heard the whole thing. After the conversation was done Manon looked over to see Loran placing a kiss to Elide’s hand and was ready to jump up and kill him until Aedion placed a hand on her shoulder.

“ Hey, remember what I said. Now I sent this to the rest of our friends and told them not to do anything right now.”

“ Not to do anything!! That man is playing her and she is totally believing he likes her and he will break her heart and you don’t want to do anything!!” Manon said yelling under her breath.

“ Not what I mean, trust me I care about Elide too and I am trying not to get up and punch him in the face, but we need to tell Elide in the best way for her. So I told our friends to meet in the janitors hallway during lunch and we can all tell Elide then.”

Manon looked over to see them holding hands and wanted to get up and strangle him, but she new that it would only make things worse, which she didn’t want for Elide.

“ Fine, but afterwards I’m punching him.”

“ Oh, I think we all want to.”

Sorry for not posting for a while, finishing school and holidays were crazy, but thank you everyone who has read this story. Sorry for the slight cliffhanger( not really). Hope everyone has a happy new year and stay safe.

@elorcan-trash @bri-loves-sunflowers @wealessy

#elorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #elide and lorcan #modern #high school #throne of glass #tog

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sp00kworm · 4 years

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April Rain (Chapter 2)

Ch 1 Ch 3

Pairing: All Might x Female Reader

Chapter Summary: A call on the number in the card leads to an appointment with the number one hero and a very surprising discovery... or three?

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The sunflowers were still alive when you were released from the hospital. They were imported from somewhere, you knew that much, and someone with some sort of plant friendly quirk had even made it so they would last longer. The bright yellow petals were fully unfurled now, and they shone happily on the window ledge in the spring sun. The hospital had discharged you with a broken arm, casted to keep it straight, and had signed off your shock before referring you to a therapist to talk about the events that occurred in the park. You’d yet to make an appointment but it was something to investigate when you felt up to it. Thinking about the events made your heart clench and your head swim with paranoia, even though you’d watched the news. You had watched All Might and the police put him away the next morning as you tried to eat your hospital breakfast. It was maybe a week since the event. The sunflowers gleaned in the window as you gently stirred yourself a tea and eased your bowl of porridge onto the breakfast bar. The tea steamed next to you as you stirred the hot breakfast.

You were determined to not rely on friends with your arm. It was alright having them bring extra dinners, but you wanted to get back to work as soon as possible. There were more projects coming up but mainly, you really needed the money from the cafe. It was all well and good going to get paid for restoration in the city, but you had to work part time around that as well, or full time when projects were few and far between. It wasn’t often but you still had to pay bills. You enjoyed it really. It was a nice contrast to have in your life. You spooned breakfast into your mouth and flexed your fingers in the cast gently before flicking the TV on. The news rolled across the screen as you watched boredly, spooning hot oats and sipping cooling tea as you watched hero fights play. There was a scientist awarded a prize. A new antiviral drug was being pumped out thanks to some chemical quirks. All amazing stuff but it was boring entirely to your tired brain. That was until a familiar blond appeared as a headline.

‘All Might saves cruise ship from sinking!’

Just another day for the hero. Another headline and another interview. The man was recorded shooting off into the ship, returning numerous times with people in his arms and on his back before he was shown lifting the ship from the sea with the help of water-based heroes. They had the remaining passengers in rescue ships as he held the pieces together on the water. Amazing. A hero. You smiled at the screen as you chewed your breakfast, wondering what feats the hero would get up to today. There were rumours of a press conference, but you doubted it. All Might was too busy every day, right? Still, people wanted to see the greatest hero on their screens. He was new, fresh faced and seemingly unstoppable. It had been this way for a few years. You eyed the cat card nearby and reached for your phone, ignoring the cooling porridge on the side in favour of opening the contact information.

All Might Agency.

Your finger hovered over the call symbol. With a sip of tea you steeled yourself and picked up your smart phone, sliding the call button before placing the phone to your ear. The first ring made you jump. It rang for a while before the receiver was picked up.

“All Might Agency. How can I help?” It was a polite woman, though she was probably frazzled.

You took a breath, “Hello. I was just ringing to see if I could arrange something.” It was probably an incredibly bad way of wording it.

“Press must go through another line. Only people with personal appointment are allowed on this line.”

“I’m not the press...I just want to talk to him. He saved me. I’m the woman in the park.” You offered lamely as she clicked away on her computer.

The receptionist sighed, “Mister All Might's schedule is full at the moment, but…” A rambunctious laugh sounded in the office and you heard the poor woman sigh again down the receiver.

“JOAN, WHO IS THAT ON THE PHONE? SURELY YOU CAN ARRANGE A SMALL MEETING?” The lady sighed again with irritation evident in her tone.

“Sir, your schedule is full at the moment. It’s the civilian from the park. She wants to meet you-"

The phone crackled as it was snatched, and a desk groaned as, you assumed, All Might leaned over Joan’s desk to peer at his own schedule.

“Hello, again, Miss.” He spoke softer, kinder in his tone as he hummed, “I can make a space for you tomorrow at around three o’clock? It’s not ideal but I have patrols and so on.” It was almost business like.

“Sir! You can’t cancel a photoshoot to simply meet a fan!” Joan scoffed.

“It’s only for a shampoo. Tell them I have a clashing time with the chief.” He offered diplomatically.

You felt a little put out, your mouth working as you clutched at your phone, “I can make three. But uh...”

“Perfect!” He poked Joan to stencil in the new time over his shoot, “I’ll see you then...” He took a breath, “You’re not obliged to come and scrape on the floor, you know, before you think I want a huge thank you, it’s all in the job.” Was he twisting the phone wire?

“Uh.” You heard him laugh at your dumb answer.

“See you then, Miss.”

The line went dead with a scoffing noise from Joan, and you were left looking at your flowers with a dumbfounded look.

You had a meeting with All Might? You had a meeting with All Might! Your face went red with the realisation of what had just happened. You’d talked to the rising star of a hero directly again and hadn’t said anything cohesive. With a deep sigh you looked at the news again before pushing around your breakfast in your bowl. It wasn’t like you could simply turn up and cry again. You needed to have something for him. He was probably used to gifts, and he said not to come and scrape at his feet, but you felt bad enough having taken so much from the man already. There had to be something that the man would like from you. Sweet treats maybe? You looked at the cast on your arm and to the electric beaters in the corner of the little kitchen. You could make him cookies. Peanut butter cookies? Protein in a sweet disguise? You hoped he would be able to have them as you flicked up the recipe online and pondered what you would have to try and heft back from the shops.

Peanut butter cookies in a box, you stared up at the huge structure that was All Might's hero agency. The tower was tall and ultimately intimidating as you gazed at the revolving doors, stood in the shadow of the tower. With a deep breath, you held the tin of cookies closer and took careful steps towards the doors. An employee was kind enough to open the disabled electric door for you, making sure to keep it open for you in consideration of your broken arm. The receptionists were busy on the phone as you walked up to them. One raised her eyes and nodded, pointing to the phone holding up a finger as she promised to tend to you after she finished her phone call. It didn’t take her long to finish the call with a quick ‘thank you’ and turn her gaze back to you. She had some eye quirk, her bright black eyes looking at you, zooming before she smiled.

“Ah…I have a meeting with All Might at three o’clock?” You asked quietly as she was quick to start typing, her fingers lightning fast over her keys as she nodded.

“You need to take the main lift to the eleventh floor. His personal assistant will be stationed there. She can take you through. First of all, pass the tin to my colleague, it needs to be checked.” The woman quickly passed the tin to her assistant and pulled out a lanyard, attached with a pass and passed you a clipboard, “Fill in your name next to pass thirteen. You will need to return it as you leave.” She informed, chirpy as she left you a pen to fill in the paperwork. Her assistant crunched on a cookie and you filled in the clipboard with a worried glance.

With your pass around your neck, and one cookie down, you followed the workflow towards the lifts and pressed the button for the eleventh floor, cookies clutched to your chest. A few employees moved out of the way of your arm, filtering from the lift with strange glances back at you as you continued up to the higher floors. It reached the tenth floor before asking for your pass with a robotic voice. The pass swipe area glowed with a red light until you tapped it to the system. The green light shone, and the lift pinged before continuing upwards to the eleventh floor. The eleventh floor was entirely floor to ceiling windows apart from the office in the back. It was boxed in, but you had the idea that the window inside it was also floor to ceiling. There was one desk before the office with a single lady sat at it. She sighed as you took a step into the unfamiliar setting, clutching at your cookie tin as she peered up over her glasses. A dark glance froze you solid, her dark eyes feeling like they were piercing through you.

“Are you here for All Might’s three o’clock appointment?” She clacked away on her keyboard, double tapping on the slot to notify the man that you were there.

“Yes…Uhm a-are you Joan?” You asked as she snapped together some paperwork and brought out a tablet, looking at it as she pointed manicured and painted nails at you.

“Yes. This way. You have a short slot, so you best make the most of it.” She fixed you with another pissed off look.

You scampered after Joan without anymore delay, peering at the door as she reached out to unlock All Might’s office with her own security pass. The frosted door slid open to reveal an office space that was cluttered, yet unlived in. Awards and trophies lined the walls. Perfectly shined but not maintained outside of a cleaner probably polishing and dusting them all. The desk was covered with papers along with a few disposable cups. A tea ring sat on the glass with the latest one by the large quirk, leather chair. There was no one here. Joan tutted as she entered. Whether it was at the mess or the lack of hero inside the office, you didn’t know. Still, she cleared his empty teacups into the bin next to the desk and pointed to the soft chair across from the desk.

“Sit. He will not be long.” Her dark, sharp gaze fell on you again, “Do not touch anything. Any pictures you take will be removed from your phone before you leave. Otherwise, occupy yourself.” She slapped the next round of papers on the hero’s desk and walked out, heels clicking as the door slid shut behind her. You looked at your lap and sighed, looking at the perfect, carpeted floor, chewing your lip as nerves churned in your stomach. Your arm ached as you shifted it, the sling beginning to itch at the back of your neck. Wiggling your fingers, you pulled your phone from your little satchel bag and began a game of mindlessly scrolling until the man decided to show.

All Might felt his phone ping with his calendar notification. The lady in the tea shop smiled, continuing to slowly make his teas as fans swarmed behind him. He waved as she put his teas in a paper bag and pulled his phone out as he posed for a photo with a fan. When they abated, he looked at the notification.

“Shit.”

The door to the office slid open twenty minutes later. The number one hero barrelled through it after, huffing softly as Joan gave him a glare. You caught sight of her as you turned in the chair, peering back at the door as All Might clicked the door closed, waving at her with an awkward smile, hulking body bend in a stoop. You felt your mouth go dry as he turned around, bright eyes turning on your form in the chair, swivelled backwards and gawking at him. He was dressed in blue pinstripes, the suit tailored specifically to his massive proportions. Awkwardly he turned to face you, red tie fluttering out of his undone jacket.

“I’m sorry for being so late.” All Might bent over, bowing deeply as he peered up at you, presenting a bag. There was a cute duck stamped by a logo, “I brought refreshments. It took them ten minutes to make them and I was already running late from the photoshoot. Accept my apologies.” He appeared weary as he picked at his desk, pushing paperwork aside to clear enough room for himself on the desk. The chair groaned as he sat down but showed no sign of breaking.

“Its not a problem. I know heroes can be busy.” You offered with a smile.

All Might shook his head with a smile, “I have no excuse. I should have cancelled the shoot!” He reasoned before pushing the top of the bag open. He reached inside with a smile and pulled out two cups of labelled bubble tea.

“You were late for...bubble tea?” You looked at the cups before snickering.

His face went red, “It... Ah, yes. But it is the best, I promise!” The blond bangs of his unique hair flicked downwards with his lowered gaze, “Now that I think about it, it seems a little bit silly.” The seven-foot man placed a thumb and a finger over his chin and pushed one of the plastic containers over to you, “I didn’t know what flavour to get you, but the assistant said peach was popular. And a sweet one like you deserves a fitting drink.” He struggled with his own milky concoction as he offered you a thick straw to pierce the film lid with.

“I’m sure it tastes fine. Thank you.” You blushed and reached with your good arm to push the straw into the drink before remembering the cookie tin in your lap, “I made you these.” You smiled and placed the tin of cookies on the desk, “They insisted on taste testing one but I’m pretty sure they’re fine...unless you have a nut allergy?”

All Might’s face went from serious to curious as you pushed the metal tin closer to him on the desk, “They really taste tested it?” He laughed, a boisterous sound, full of the sunshine you remembered. It made you smile yourself.

“I suppose they’re worried that someone might try and poison the number one hero.” You offered as his hand encompassed the lid and popped it free with a small twist of his wrist.

“That is probably why, yes.” He gave you a grin before pulling the tin closer with one finger, “Cookies?” He raised a single eyebrow, “What did I tell you about coming here to scrape?”

“I know, I know, but it was the one way I could think of as a ‘thank you’ without coming here to cry it to your face.” Your fingers laid over the cast on your broken arm.

“If anything.” The hero pulled a cookie free and looked at the nuts, “I should be apologising for allowing you to be injured.”

“Without you there, I would have died, and... I wanted you to know that you’re my hero, just like so many others.” It made you feel like cringing, but it was truthful, “Oh…Thank you for the flowers too, and the fruit, it was lovely.”

A warm hand reached over the desk as your eyes burned.

“Thank you.” It was all he said as he squeezed your hand, but you knew he too was struggling for words, “How about you try these cookies with me?” He inquired as you looked upwards, “Oh!” The hero exclaimed before pointing to himself, “You can all me Yagi. Hearing All Might all day drives me nuts. Yagi Toshinori...But don’t go telling the media that.” All Might winked.

You felt your cheeks go hot, “Of course Toshinori-San.”

“Now that makes me feel old!” He choked on a cookie, sipping tea to try and stop himself from coughing biscuit crumbs everywhere.

“Ah! Sorry. Yagi, oh gosh!” You fretted as his chest shook, the tea not helping as he hacked up cookie and peanut into his desk bin, “Are you okay?”

Yagi coughed behind his fist, “Yes...I think so.” He moved back to face you with a smile, red in the cheeks from coughing so violently, “I’m sorry! They taste delicious but being referred to in such a way…I’m not that old.”

“I didn’t realise it would make you so upset. I’ll just call you Yagi from now on, I promise.”

He reached into the cookies again, holding one between his thumb and finger before pushing the whole thing into his mouth, chewing before swallowing and slurping more tea. Evidently the man wasn’t concerned about a strict diet. It was quiet. Awkward almost. You searched for a way to fill the silence until Yagi chimed back in.

“While you’re here…Why don’t you tell me about yourself? I assume you have a licence to be able to use your quirk in public?” He slurped on the tea with pouted lips before removing his tie and leaning back in his chair. You didn’t expect for this to become a socialisation event.

“I work on restoration. I worked a long time to develop a speciality in the group. They let us use our quirks only for restoration purposes though. I work with stone items, fountains, sculptures, all that sort of stuff. The work comes and goes, but I work a café job otherwise…Its actually not too far from here.” You tried to think of anything else to add, “You should drop by sometime. I’m sure people would be ecstatic to see you out and about.”

He chewed his lip at the thought, stroking at his chiselled jaw again, “It would probably cause more problems for the café workers than benefits…”

Yagi phrased it with longing. A man burdened by his fame and unable to appear without the adoration of fans stopping him going where he planned to. A hollow chuckle followed as he looked at the bright sky outside.

You watched his face and wished for the sunshine smile to appear again, “How about we go somewhere?”

His electric blue eyes snapped to you, the white widening as he dropped the straw from his lips, “…” He leaned over, the chair creaking as a bright, white smile covered his face again, “Like a date?”

“More like a friendly outing…It can’t be much fun being inside or rushing about doing hero stuff, right? Maybe a break will be good for you?” It felt like a lame excuse, but he laughed, brightly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as you smiled back at him.

Another cookie made its way into his hand as he swung his leather chair back around to face you, “At this café?” All Might asked, regarding you as he flicked at a tablet in the corner of his desk, his schedule flickering to life for the rest of the week. It was full.

“I know a little tea house…It might be less full? The lady doesn’t have many customers, and its very empty around two o’clock.” Playing with your fingers, you waited for him to flick through his schedule. The weekends appeared more promising, outside of his patrols it seemed like he didn’t have brand deals or big meetings to attend.

Minutes ticked by as he flicked between the current week and the next.

“Is next Saturday suitable?” He asked suddenly, breaking the uneasy silence you had settled into across from him.

You jumped a little in your seat, “Oh, yes! That’s fine. I won’t be back at work any time soon. Even with the healing quirks, the bone still needs to rest and stay in a cast for at least three weeks.”

All Might nodded before tapping at the day, filling his afternoon from two with a ‘business lunch’.

He felt his ears go red as you snickered, “A business lunch? Very under the radar.”

Yagi rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, “If I don’t put anything in at all, Joan will fill it…and if I put…” He mumbled, “She will no doubt tell me how stupid I am.” He scoffed, “To think I’m thirty and she’s still treating me like a child.”

The idea of Joan looming over the seven-foot hero made you smile again, “She just wants what’s best, I’m sure.” You offered as he closed the applications on the tablets and turned off the screen, facing you again.

“More like what’s best for the brand.” He scoffed before peering out of the office. It was a one-way glass, but he swore Joan’s piercing eyes were glaring at him. Yagi shuddered in his seat and scooted to the side a little, avoiding her gaze by hiding behind your form.

Your laugh made him smile. The hero watched you laugh, despite the injuries you had thanks to his carelessness, and felt his own smile grow again. The weights on his shoulders seemed to ease a little. He spent so much time around heroes that speaking to a normal person was enlightening.

“How about…” His phone on the table buzzed violently with urgency, his ringtone an embarrassing urgent voice. Yagi coughed and pulled the phone towards himself. Joan. He slid open the call and pressed the phone to his ear.

“If you are finished with your wooing, Mister Might, may I suggest you attend to your half past four appointment?” The line went dead as he opened his mouth. His grumbled, brows furrowed before he reached for his tie and pulled up his collar, sliding the red tie under the stiff material before swiftly doing it up in a knot messily, “I’m sorry to cut this short, but as Joan said, I have a meeting at half past with the chief of police.”

You raised a hand, “Don’t worry about it. I understand. You’re the number one hero.” He moved to put the lid back on the cookies, “Keep them. They’re for you. Share them with the Chief. Maybe it will win him over for you?” You teased before you moved to put your satchel back on your shoulder.

“Don’t forget your tea!” Yagi’s fingers brushed your own as he handed you the plastic cup, “Let me at least walk you to the door.”

He led you to the sliding door, tie askew, and you laughed as he opened it up for you, “Thank you for meeting me…”

“Don’t start scraping again, I told you, its what I do…But I do appreciate the cookies. They’re delicious. It reminds me of the states.” He laughed, hand holding the sliding door open, stopping it moving back into place as you stood in the doorway.

“Goodbye Mister Might.” You spoke formally as you dipped at the waist, “Thank you again.”

“Thank you for coming.” He offered with a smile as you headed past Joan’s desk, tea in hand, back towards the lift.

Yagi watched you leave with a smile, mulling over your words as his next appointment stood from the waiting area, briefcase in hand.

“All Might, its fabulous to finally meet in person.” He offered his hand to shake.

Yagi laughed, loud as always, before shaking the man’s hand, “The same goes to you. I hear you have a new pitch for patrol routes?” He let the man into his office with a sharp glare aimed at Joan as she squinted at his new schedule, rolling her eyes.

“Sir.” She quipped at his back, “Make sure you have those papers finished before I go home. They need them in finance.”

“Loud and clear, Joan.” All Might snarked as he slid the office door closed. His assistant smiled over her cup of coffee as she approved his new schedule.

“Who made the cookies?” The chief asked as he placed his brief case aside, fingers already in the cookie tin.

All Might smiled, “Just a friend.” Before sitting down, his arms pressed to the tabletop.

The chief of police scoffed, “A friend? Seems like something more to me, Toshinori.” The hero shook his head with a laugh at the man pulled out a map with the new route pencilled onto it.

The subway was crowded. You peered down at your phone calendar and smiled at the appointment. Tea with All Might. You pulled open your internet browser and hummed as you started searching for teas that relieved stress for your next meeting. The tea in your grasp was delicious and you smiled as you gazed at the little duck logo and the pearls rattling around in the bottom of the cup. All Might liked bubble tea and peanut butter cookies.

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elodie-adams · 4 years

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Full Name: Elodie Meredith Adams

Reason for name: Her mother wanted something that sounded sophisticated and her father wanted to name her Melody. Her middle name is after her grandmother. Nickname(s): El, Ellie, Sunflower Date of Birth: 17 February 1995 Age: 25 Gender + Pronouns: female | She/her Place of birth: Roswell, New Mexico Parents: Trisha and Troy Adams. High school sweethearts who had Elodie when they were in high school. Siblings: None Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Fairly close, she lived with them until a few years ago. Pets: None, yet.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′8 Build: very thin but with a more hourglass waistline.

Nationality: American Ethnicity: Swedish and German, but knows very little about it. Distinguishing Facial Features: Bright blue eyes. Hair Color: blonde Usual Hair Style: long and messy, sometimes in a messy bun. Eye Color: blue Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): clear skin, pale Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): None that she has been diagnosed with, though she does have bouts of depression and tries very hard to hide it. What do they consider their best feature?: Her eyes or her smile. Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?:Tons of minor injuries like sprained joints and scrapes growing up. Once fell off the roof of her trailer and broke her arm.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: She loves fashion so there are a number of different outfits she loves but she’s usually in ripped black skinny jeans, a cut up band t-shirt and either her leather jacket or a flannel shirt that is too big for her. She can also be found in anything too short, too ripped, and too black to be considered acceptable. Glasses? Contacts?: Occasionally wears reading glasses but not often. Personal Hygiene: Showers enough not to smell and is known to take some plants in the shower with her for the humidity. Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: Has a necklace from her grandmother she wears, a few tattoos but wants more, ear piercings and nipples. What does their voice sound like?: On the higher pitched side while being slightly raspy from smoking. Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Louder than most, speaks quite quickly. Accent?: Not really, fairly standard American accent. Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Plays with the ends of her hair, bites at the skin around her nails. Left handed or right?: right handed. Do they work out/exercise?: Not really. She likes to walk but has been blessed with a high metabolism.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English and a small amount of French. Zodiac: Aquarius Gifts/talents: Great eye for detail and design, green thumb, has very good rhythm and pitch. Political stance: liberal leaning but sometimes unsure. Pet peeves: People who are unreasonably rude, when people don’t take care of their plants/flowers, mansplaining Optimist or pessimist: generally an optimist. Extrovert or introvert: Bit of both. She has extroverted tendencies, but likes her alone time.

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Single technically. Sexual orientation: bisexual Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Someone who can make her laugh, someone open and loving, great in bed. Ever been in love?: When she was younger What’s their love language?: Physical touch and words of affirmation Most important person in their life?: It was her grandmother but now is probably her parents or Ryan.

VOCATION:

Level of education: Certificate in floral design Profession: Business owner and florist Past occupations: Worked at the bowling alley Dream occupation: She’s doing it! Passions: Flowers and plants, design, music. Attitude towards current job: Absolutely loves her job. Spender or Saver? Why?: Good balance, she likes to spend when she can but knows better than to blow her money because she grew up with very little. Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves.

SECRETS:

Phobias: Atychiphobia- fear of failure, Escalaphobia- fear of escalators Life goals: See her business grow, have a family of her own, own her own home. Greatest fears: Being alone forever, her business failing. Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Got a wicked nose bleed while giving her first blowjob as a teenager, didn’t realize what was happening until her at the time boyfriend looked down and started screaming. Other than that she’s pretty hard to embarrass. Something they’ve never told anyone: Despite her appearance, she regularly listens to pop music. Oh and she might be a little bit in love with Ryan Biggest regret: Not spending more time with her grandmother. Compulsions: Reorganizing her flower fridge. Compulsively checks the water levels on flowers and plants. Police/Criminal/Legal record: The occasional run in for underaged drinking and partying. Has shoplifted but has no criminal record.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: playing guitar, singing, reading, propagating plants, floral arrangement. Favorite color: black Favorite smell: Vanilla, or fresh flowers, bleach. Favorite food: Hot dogs from over a camp fire. Favorite book: Dear Mr. You by Mary-Louise Parker Favorite movie: Matilda, Silence of the Lambs Favorite song: I Bet That You Look Good On The Dance Floor- Arctic Monkeys or R U Mine- Arctic Monkeys Coffee or tea?: Usually tea but she’ll drink coffee black sometimes. Favorite type of weather: Spring, when new things start to bloom. Most prized possession: Her shop or her antique music box given to her by her grandmother when she was little. Most used word or phrase?: “Don’t forget to trim off about an inch from the stem and put it in a solution of water with about 1/4 teaspoon of bleach, maybe a little less depending on your vase.” or “Right then.”

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The Nobel Prize–winning poet Eugenio Montale entered the Italian poetry scene with trumpets blaring, “the golden horns of sunlight” pelting their songs. These “golden horns” are lemons, the subject of one of the first poems of Montale’s first book, in which he announces his intention to speak in a humble language of humble things (including the lemon trees of his native Liguria): “Listen to me, the poets laureate / move only among plants / with rare names: boxwood, privet and acanthus. / But I like roads that lead to grassy / ditches where boys / scoop up a few starved / eels out of half-dry puddles.” So begins the first section of Ossi di seppia (Cuttlefish Bones), published in 1925, here in a translation by Jonathan Galassi. In a later section, which shares the book’s title, Montale addresses yet another plant known for its vibrant yellowness.

from “Cuttlefish Bones”

Bring me the sunflower, let me plant it in my field parched by the salt sea wind, and let it show the blue reflecting sky the yearning of its yellow face all day. Dark things tend to brightness, bodies die out in a flood of colors, colors in music. So disappearing is the destiny of destinies. Bring me the plant that leads the way to where blond transparencies rise, and life as essence turns to haze; bring me the sunflower crazed with light. translated by Jonathan Galassi