#but sometimes I'm still wondering what'll happen after that

[furshrimps]

Sometimes I'm wondering if I'll ever have another cat or dog after the ones I'm living with now have passed. I'd definitely like to! My dream still is a Papirunners puppy. Or if not that specifically, definitely a Papillon from another responsible breeder. But if a dog is not possible for health and/ or financial reasons, maybe I'd like to share my life with a cat again? Ideally I'd maybe love to have both so they're not all alone if I have to leave the apartment for xyz reasons. But I wonder?

[marcspectorstannie]

۞◌I can't love you◌۞Marc Spector x reader

Summary: Marc has loved the reader for a while but is scared to tell you✶

Warnings: Slightly cursing,friends to lovers type best but not really lovers, some long paragraphs, mentions of "y/n" a couple of times

A/n:this isn't really proofread 😭written at 3am I'm tired I had a burst of inspiration

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Marc has always had a thing for you. After being friends for a while he's slowly started to grow feelings for you. He's always pushed away those feelings of course, thinking he wasn't ready to be in a relationship like that, especially with his best friend. He never wants to destroy his bond with you so he keeps those feelings hidden and away from you. But sometimes they slip out after constant inducing.

You were both lounging in your apartment on the couch, enjoying the time with each other aside from his moon knight duties. You were looking at some movie that was on, unsure of what it really was. Suddenly you spew out a random question. "Hey Marc, you ever think about what'll happen with us in the future?" Marc turned his head to you and raised his eyebrows a little. "You know, like when we have our own lives and families and shit." He felt his heart drop a little when you mentioned families. He's thought about having a potential family with you in the future, maybe no kids but definitely you and him being together.

"Oh.. Um, yea actually. I've had a couple of thoughts like that." Marc said semi-casually "why, you got your eye on someone? " he tried to joke, pushing away his thoughts. You giggled and shoved his arm lightly. "Not exactlyyy.I was just wondering. You never talk about your future or anything like that. A little weird for you to look like that good and not have thousands of girls all over you." Marc's eyes shifted away from you and looked back at the television. He's had some girls hit on him once in a while sure but he was never interested. They weren't you. He chuckled a shook his head, "I've had my share of interactions...They just aren't my type."

"So what is your type, hm?" You questioned, changing your position on the couch to get closer to him. Marc felt his body get hot as you moved closer to him. He wanted to say 'you're my type, you always were' but of course, he kept that to himself in his head. "Well I don't think that's any of your business,now is it?" He said teasingly. You rolled you're eyes and threw your head on his shoulder. "Come onnn Marc, I know you have somebody you're crushing on. You have to." Marc was containing himself all he could from freaking out and just admitting his feelings on the spot. "You can tell me, I promise." You held up your pinkie and wrapped it around his quickly. You continued to pester him to say something, shaking his arm and pushing yourself against him.

Suddenly Marc jumped off the couch and ripped his hand away from yours. He walked away into the kitchen angrily with his hands in his hair. "The hell was that about? You ok, Marc?" You asked, cautiously getting up and following him. You found him standing in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and pacing back and forth. "Marc if you wanted me to stop you could have just said it..." So many thoughts were racing in his head at the moment. He's about to admit everything and ruin the entire relationship he has with his only friend.

"Y/n you're my only friend, you know that right?" Marc asked, still pacing the kitchen. You nodded and watched him from afar. "I'm gonna fuck this up, dammit. " He mumbled. "Marc tell me what's going on! I'm so incredibly confused right now and I need you to sit down and start talking." You hear him sigh, watch him run his hand through his hair and sit down at the table. "Y/n,I don't.. I don't know how much longer I can keep just staying friends with you. It's too much on me to sit back and watch you live normally with no care and I have to live with totally different feelings." You felt your heart drop and heard a slight ringing in your ear, "What are you saying? Are you trying to break up our friendship, Marc?" "Friendship, yea" Marc scoffed and shifted his body in the chair "that's the problem. You want to keep this just a friendship but I can't live with that anymore!...I don't see you as a friend anymore, I haven't for a year now..." You sat back as you listened to him rant. He really didn't want to be friends with you anymore? After all these years? "Was in not a good enough friend for you? What more did you want me to do I don-" Marc got out of his chair quickly, cutting you off. He turned his back to you and faced the sink. "We can't just be friends, y/n,isn't it obvious! I'll always see you more than that and I'll just have to live with it.The person I have my eyes on was you! It's always been you." Marc slowly turned around to finally face your starstruck expression. "You're all I have, y/n, and I'm sorry I have to loose you over something that I can't control anymore."

You sat there speechless. It was all so much thrown at you in such little time to take it all in.You slowly got up and made your way over to Marc. You stood face to face with him, looking at his ruffled hair, red face and glossy eyes. "Marc... This is all so much I can't.. I can't give you a answer right now I'm so sorry... " He bit his tongue and looked away from you, nodding. "I understand, I'll let you have your time to think. Just, please know, that you are the best thing that's every happened to me. Friend or not I'll always be grateful for this bond we have." He shook his head and chucked dryly. "Unlike me to say that I know, finally having some sort of feelings and I mess it up. But I'll let you think." You gave a sad smile and cupped his cheeks in your hands "Marc..I wish I had a answer for you." He closed his eyes tightly and slowly removed your hands off him, shaking his head slowly. He'll miss your touch too much and will just fall deeper in the hole of love he dug himself thinking about you. "Tell me when you're ready. I know you, you'll be knocking at my door soon to ramble about something you saw on television or a new book you read in a few days." Marc walked over to the door, grabbed his jacket and opened the door.

"Promise me, if this messes up our friendship.. You'll at least smile at me on the street if I see you." He gave a small smile, holding up is pinkie for you, like you always did. You bit your lip and held your pinkie up in return from the kitchen, and watched Marc leave.

And just like that, you were left standing alone in the kitchen thinking, and Marc walking home wiping his tears and kicking anything in his path.

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Pt 2? >:)

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Good morning! Or afternoon! Or evening!

Do you have other fics planned after misD? I actually really love your Vox stories and was wondering if you would write a long fic for Vox or Lucifer. I love MisD but I also re-read many of your Vox stories too. No pressure! I'm sorry if this isn't related to the lore drop 😔

No worries- I hadn't actually expected to trigger a massive lore dropping event? I'm... I'm not sure what happened and I'm sitting here crying over a mountain of asks lmao

So- I have a long dark Vox fic planned that's going to run connected to @redvexillum's upcomin Alastor fic, set in the same universe with some soulmate tones, some ABO tones, some sugar baby tones.

more below the cut..

I've got a Luci sex pollen fic to complete my collection with that troup.

I've got four fics planned for a lightly interconnected merman AU hitting Al, Luci, Vox and... all three at once. The return of the MerDicking.

I got two anon hate fics, one set with Vox in hell and one set with Al in life.

I've got a Al cucking his microphone which holds the soul of his assistant in life... with Micy's wife...

I've got a meeting smut with Vox...

I got a package delivery smut with Vox.

I got Al in rut.

I got Al with a sugar baby

I got soft Al smut

I got a smutty part two to Home with Vox

I got *a lot* of requests including a Luci selfcest, Vox loving pasta a little too much, Vox and reader in a movie theater, A Charlie x Val cursed one and many others.

I've also got a few Loki one shots for Marvel to do, in theory for Marvel I'll finish the second book for Dust sometime before I die.

And for Hiddleston I still got the second book for Sunflower.

Please send help. And coffee... What'll give out first, my fingers or my laptop?

[walkman-cat]

hands up tell me abt Your star trek au right now!! on the double bro. what are the tensions it all looks too kind & magical i don’t trust it yet

(if it is literally kind & wonderful i am grateful i am thankful i am honored i’d just like to hear more)

-@jack-kellys

i'm ngl my star trek au au is mostly running on vibes wbwbwb so it is pretty kind and happy and warm (i just really like how much everyone in the enterprise's crew has such a respect and care for each other yknow. found family and all that innit).

that being said, here are some funky things about the characters ive been thinking about lately (under a cut because i'm incapable of being concise):

the stars were essentially jack's santa fe. he grew up surrounded by stories of starship captains and space and it became his lifelong dream and ambition to captain a starship, something which he dropped everything to attain. now he is captain of a starship– one of the youngest in starfleet's history– and it's wonderful and fantastic and he's never felt more alive! but there's always something gnawing at the back of his mind (he's based his entire life up until this point around this moment, it was a driving force and a beacon to look up to when times were tough. what if the experience is nothing like his dreams and he ends up disappointed? what happens when the mission's over? what'll become of him?).

also starfleet's assigned him a galaxy-class starship with families onboard and he's having a Time because of it (what if they get hurt under his watch. what if he gives the wrong order and a child dies. starfleet officers know the risks of space travel and are aware of this but the families. the children). other than that he's having a great time !!

kath's half-betazoid on her mother's side, but she never knew her mother nor has she ever been to betazoid (i really went woe! being mixed and only connected to one of your cultures but still being unable to fit in even there because of the fact that you're mixed be upon ye!). she's trying real hard to learn more about betazoid and who her mother is even though she knows she won't really feel like she "belongs" in betazoid either. she's working on understanding and using her empathic/telepathic powers more.

oh also!! pulitzer is a notorious and not-well liked admiral, when kath joined the acedmy she officially had her name changed to plumber and has since told no-one that they're related (this surely won't backfire terribly on her in the future)

also because this is the spot (cat) show, kath loves spot (cat) and wants to babysit her and play with her but alas. she is allergic to cats

race cannot catch a break– he's got a massive losing streak at senior officer poker night, spot (cat) hates him, he can't grow a beard but every time theres an impostor/clone/mirror universe situation the other version of him always has a beard (this is half in jest but also it amuses me wbwb)

jokes aside, i've been having a whole bunch of race as first officer thoughts (and a lot of riker and race parallel thoughts but. that's another story). i don’t really know how to explain it other than the way riker acts in the last episode of tng season two (yes, the riker montage episode) when facing death (joking around and keeping up the appearance of flippancy and courage in the face of agonising death because he’s first officer and there are people who look up to him and he has to set an example) seemed very race and very kony to me, in a way. (youve got this to blame for riker beard race. im not sorry)

race is also one of the first people to advocate for les becoming acting ensign. he makes it very clear that he's in les' corner and makes himself responsible for his studies and sometimes his training (and he teaches him poker).

OH ALSO! sarah and davey didnt know les ws going to be onboard and only found out about his presence after they'd set off. did he sneak onboard?? mayyyybeee (he just really wants to be a starfleet officer). after the initial shock (and notifying their parents) sarah and davey start the Let Les on the Bridge campaign (letting him watch the bridge from the turbolift, helping out in sciences and engineering, etc etc) the that eventually leads to les becoming acting ensign. it reaches a point where most of jack's senior officers would probably mutiny all for this kid.

there's more stuff but i'll stop rambling now because, again, i have a problem with being concise wbwbw. thankyou soso much for the ask rizz once again i love your star trek au so much and am always eager to hear more wbwbw!!! :D

[grandlovescheme]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @luthien-under-bough, thank you! I love talking about fics and the process of how I write them, so this was fun to put together :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

459,900

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Now exclusively House of the Dragon, specifically Daemyra

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High Hopes

Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

The Dominoes Cascaded in a Line

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to always respond, even if the comment is to an older fic. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed or don't even know what to say when someone's being way too kind to me lol, but I always want to let people know I see them and appreciate them so much.

The only time I don't... is when I see someone's binging my whole fic, so then I only respond to the last comment, once they're all caught up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is easy, as I only have one fic without a happy ending - All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You. I love daemyra too much to not give them HEA as much as possible

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard to pick... Because all of my fics, apart from that one, end teeth rootingly sweet 😂 Perhaps Dominoes. Or perhaps fighter!au, which you guys haven't read yet but it's very fucking happy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Though it is much much better now that I disabled anon asks.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! What kind I write... Hmm, tbf I think I write pretty vanilla stuff, even if I do try to explore some kinks here and there when it fits the story and the characters. I guess my kind is focusing on the feelings most of the time, and the emotional connection.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, or at least I haven't yet. We'll see if muse ever strikes this way!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times in a different fandom

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet, but I'm definitely open to the idea. I definitely wrote a bunch of stuff based on my fandom friends' crazy ideas and prompts with their help, so that's halfway there, I guess

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

No couple had ever taken over my life and thoughts the way Daemyra did, so, the answer is clear!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Soulmates AU? I was once so excited for it, wrote a bunch of notes and even the first two chapters, but now I'm kinda... not feeling it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I spent the longest on this question. I think it's the emotions I try to convey in my fics, good or bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Now this is much easier. Plot! Intrigue! If you guys haven't noticed yet lol, I write fics heavily focused on romance only, and the development of Daemyra's relationship, because I just can't pull off anything more than that.

I'll probably never write a fic where people will wonder what'll happen next, what that and this means, what this person's motivations are... Because I'm unfortunately not wired that way. But I learned to accept that, and I have fun writing my silly romances with no real plot <3

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it myself a few times and I like to see it in other fics, too. Especially in HV it's delicious to see in the canon-verse. Though I always struggle with how to write the translation - right next to it, in cursive, in brackets, in the final notes?? That's always a head scratcher

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, probably Twilight? I don't remember writing anything before that, so must be it

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably still High Hopes, even after all this time 🤍

This was fun! I'm tagging some of my writer friends if they wanna join and haven't yet, @ar-feyniel, @eschercaine, @calenlily, @fiora-miriel and anyone else who wants to! :)

[anonofseasons]

When the boys are adults, will having been children so long affect their personalities? You've said Bee can be absent-minded and somewhat selfish as an adult, which says somewhat childish' to me. Do El and Howie have similar problems?

Oooh, this is such a fun question! Thank you for this ask! I think each boy will be impacted at least a little bit in his own way. For El, he's already an introvert, but he's been isolated for so long that his idea of friendship is all pieced together from books. He's stuffed his head so deep in fiction, he's a bit like Bee but doesn't use dolls to play out his stories. (In fact, he's quite embarrassed by the self-insert fanfics he writes in his head. Poor baby needs an AO3 in his world! And, er, internet for that matter.) Also this whole thing is the reason it was easier for Vivian to gaslight him with "Sophie's your imaginary friend"--not that Vivian knew this at the time. El's sacrificial "big brother" nature also comes from being so lonely for those years that--without the experience around peers--he'll probably be too oblivious at first to people taking advantage of that. He'll think he's aware because he read fiction with those themes, only to discover that it's harder to detect in reality. But the decades of him being an only child and young at that... it definitely is responsible for that. Howie is the one least affected. That might sound surprising, since he started as the main voice of this story. His personality--that insatiable curiosity--will benefit him in the long run. He's the only one who really stood up to the system at first (El followed because of a combination of the Sophie ordeal and finding out Vivian used his magic against Howie). He's been self-aware of what aspects of him might be seen as childish, and he was even consciously trying to seem more mature at times. Buuuut... Alright, so I had to snip out some superfluous bits of the story a while back, and there are some parts that showed he was more willing to be childish. But I honestly wouldn't see it as childish, just something society does, to have that curious wonderment. I love Howie for having it, honestly. Now Bee... He's complicated, but since I posted ch 40, I think I can now admit that yes, he doesn't want to grow up at all. He likes being five. He's had years to learn more than the average child his age, but his brain is still the same as a five-year-old's. And it has stagnated there for approximately 183 years. He knew he wasn't aging after a while, but did he have a problem? Did he question it? No. He loves toys and has normalized a lot of unhealthy shit. He's somewhat selfish and fickle and probably will reject vegetables his entire life. Not even telling him he can eat whatever he wants when he grows up is enough to sway him. And the shaving part? That does distress him! Bee doesn't handle growing up well at all. Not after all those years of being so little and being babied for so long. If I go further into it, I will spoil the epilogue, but this one has a journey to go through, and... yeah, I can't even vaguely mention what'll happen or I'll spoil it. But I hope that can sate your curiosity for a bit? :) And apologies I cannot tell you how far you have to wait for the epilogue to find out more about Bee... I'm still writing this monster. I hope sometime soon I'll know how many chapters are left. :') Thank you again for this question, it's something I have a lot of fun thinking about when I'm supposed to be sleeping (oops) and it's nice to share these bits with others!

[dangerous-advantage]

top 5 fav colours secondary question what colour would u eat ^.,.^

i could just answer this like a normal person or whatever, BUT INSTEAD, i am not, so here's my "in-depth" analysis for ranking my top favorite colors by overall aesthetic and implied taste.

before we start, honorable mention goes to Rosso Corsa (#cc0000) for being very candy-like and vibrant and just all-around good in general.

5. cornsilk (#f6eccb)

only a few shades away from floral white [#fcf9ee] and medium champagne [#fodfa8], this shade of off-white may seem a little boring at first, but i assure you. this is no "eggshell white." no. no no no, this is a whole shade darker.

this is for every bland, minimalistic room -- white and tan and black with that one fuckin’ accent color. sometimes they’ll switch it up, say, “let’s do something exotic!” and then they’ll exchange their normal white for off-white. but they’re never interested in cornsilk. it’s too “yellow.” but could you really tell? if I used this shade instead of ivory or alabaster or bone, a “cultured” shade of off-white, would you even notice?? would you ever? or would it bug you. how your perfect, pristine off-white wall is just a little too off-white.

i think it would have the consistency of frosting, but just a bit thicker. very creamy, very smooth. the taste? half-and-half or coffee creamer, but with just an edge of some indiscernible yet unmistakable flavor. so subtle, yet just enough to clue you in that something’s… off.

4. oxford blue (#00173d)

so distinguished, yet so uptight. the definition of a blue-collar academic professional. it believed you when you told it playing by the rules would bring it security and simplicity, the comfort of mundanity and impersonal excellence. it followed all the steps. went to school, got good grades, got a college education -- check, check, check.

recently, though, it's been fraying. losing threads around the edges. glasses smudges, white-button-up not done up correctly. dark circles under the eyes. little things, innocuous things. it's been falling behind and staying up late.

close acquaintances start to whisper. "something's wrong." they don't know what. because it's still like it always was, but it's more superficial now. something's churning in the deep. what'll happen when it breaks the surface, i wonder.

it tastes all right. nothing special. cereal and milk, i'm thinking. routine -- maybe honey bunches of almonds?? but they changed the recipe recently, and you're still deciding whether you like it or not.

3. dark green (#001d11)

this is old-growth forests and deep, mossy caves. vines dripping to the jungle floor. it's an old swing in a shaded clearing deep in the woods, where the ropes have been swallowed by the bark. a set of stairs leading nowhere. places that imply stories and memories, now forgotten. monuments to the past that now only hold echoes of lost things.

this is a good color to get lost in. there's a lot of detail here, and lost to explore. it's calming and omniscient, but not intrusive. you just kinda wanna be here, y'know? tracing bark and fissures of moss through stone with your fingers. it's not safe, but it's forgiving.

some kind of baked good or pastry. when you bite into it, it's spongy like cake. it's deceptive -- it's not quite what you expect. a brownie, but somewhat more bitter. dark chocolate, or even fudge -- it's very rich, kinda earthy. you can't eat too much of it at one time.

2. rosewood (#66000a)

i prefer shades of this that are more red-purple, but this isn't a bad representation. i couldn't find the exact color i was looking for, which i'd describe as overripe raspberries. but i do like shades of crimson.

this isn't warning bells and fresh blood. it's after the fact when the thrill of adrenaline has washed away and now you're left with a fresh wound to pick. reassurance that came just a second too late. injuries left to fester.

in fall, when the first snow of the year falls and all the red leaves are still clinging to the maples, sometimes they'll drift down on top of the snow. the contrast is very stark. you want to imprint it into your memory somehow because it stands out in the moment.

this one probably tastes the best to me out of all of the stuff on this list. it has a texture akin to caramel, slow and melty, and sticky. if you've ever read "little house on the prairie," it reminds me of where they make sweets by drizzling fresh maple syrup in the snow. it would be less sugary, though, and more... natural? raspberry jam is a good example.

1. russian violet (#362b4f)

purple -- specific shades of purple of this kind -- has been my favorite color for a long time. i like both the lighter, lavender-blush tints and the more "gunmetal" purples. it's like... december rain, or storm clouds at dusk. out of all of these colors, it stands out to me the most as having a specific smell. kind of like men's cologne, but frostier and stringent? it's not a bad smell, once you get used to it.

there's a certain sense of violence in this shade specifically. you know how the very end of the day turns that shade of blue? this is the equivalent to that. it's presagious, the final warning before night falls. not bruises, it's too cold for that. in winter, when shadows fall on the snow, this color is a pretty good representation.

compared to the other colors on this list, i think it's the quietest, but it holds a lot of gravity, too. eyes on the back of your neck, but when you look around, nothing's there. it doesn't pose any real threat, but you don't know that. it works as a reminder: don't get too comfortable.

paranoia. that's a good representation. it's too dull to be fear and too dark to be anxiety.

taste-wise, texture-wise?? it makes me think of a popsicle or something else cold. definitely fruit. i want to say huckleberry ice cream, but that seems too sweet. maybe unsweetened huckleberry? when we'd go huckleberry picking in the fall, they would stain our fingers red and purple. they're a good balance of sour and sweet. i think that's it.

[pandemellia]

Ugly thoughts #1: Your suffering is the ✨highlight✨of my day

On Monday, my ex's partner that he cheated on me with and left me for in March tweeted about how upset they were with getting dislikes on a video they posted on Youtube.

And for those that may have stumbled onto this post and don't know my story:

It's in my carrd in my pinned post and If you don't wanna read that; long story short, when I tried to kindly warn them about how my ex cheated on me, they just blocked me. Therefore, that means they knew he was in a relationship with me when they participated in the emotional affair. I know cheaters in these situations should get most of the blame, but you're also a horrible person if you're like this. I absolutely loathe anyone who supports cheaters, are homewreckers, those who jump into one relationship to another way too fast, or rebounds who are aware their partner just got out of a relationship. So I think I have good enough reason to hate this waste of space bitch. I don't personally know them, but them blocking me when I tried to tell them the truth is all I need to know about them.

Back to this rant, they also bitched about this on Instagram where let's say the likes to dislikes ratio wasn't going in their favor. They said they were happy they got so many views on it, but the dislikes made their self esteem plummet. Now I'd like to think that I'm a decent person. I try not to hate on people for no reason. I don't go out of my way to hurt people, and I keep to myself in real life. However, situations like these really make me wonder if I'm just a horrible person who fakes kindness. Because when I read this, I felt so great. Like, wooww you're upset that something you worked hard on was received poorly? HA! That's how I felt when I tried my hardest not to be consumed with resentment for my ex cheating on me. I really wanted to save the relationship, and not throw 4 years down the drain. I tried my best to suppress my jealousy, and get over what he did was quickly as possible. And what was he doing? He never once reassured me that it wouldn't happen again. Instead, he lead me on for two months on a "break", where he essentially ignored me and started an emotional affair with your useless ass. He even had the audacity to use me for sex less than a week after he broke up with me, and then made it "official" with you a few days later. Aww you really thought you found your "oNe tWu lUv"? Bitch, he wanted to fuck me; and when I refused, he ran to your easy desperate ass. You really thought you were special.💀 Your self esteem plummeted? I felt fucking worthless when I found out he shared nudes/suggestive pictures of some hoes (including YOURS) on Discord and exchanged nudes with people. My self esteem went to a whole new level of low when he used me for sex, only to find out he left me for YOU. That's why no bitch can tell me that getting mad that your partner liking another girl's pictures is "iNsEcUrE" or "cOnTrOlLiNg". Fuck that, because this is what'll happen when these assholes do shit like that. And fuck your self esteem. I hope it falls so fucking low, the self-loathing will get to a point where you think the world would thrive with out you. 🌺 Because that's how I felt (sometimes still do) when he abandoned me. And you'd best believe that neither you nor him would survive the pain for long, not at the intensity that I'm suffering. I hate when people play the oppression Olympics, but I think I could win a gold medal on this one. The pain you felt the feedback on whatever shitty video you made ISN'T EVEN A FRACTION of the unbearable pain both of you worthless idiots have caused me. Doesn't even compare to the suicidal, thoughts of self harm, and depression I've had as a result of this. But you know what? You being upset was the motherfucking highlight of my day. ✨ Any fucking pain you feel just gives me a boost of happiness. The more severe, the better. 💖 As mentioned before, I question whether I'm a good person or not for feeling this way; but on the other hand, the satisfaction I get from seeing people who've hurt me suffer feels so great. Sometimes I feel guilty for this, but then I remind myself that these people CHOSE to be the scum of the Earth. They deserve any horrible shit that comes to them.💙

[ariendiel]

When do you think the LIs fell in love with MC when on their route? Or when do you think they realised they were in love with MC?

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Star anon! Sorry for taking so long (I've been enjoying my holidays and have had to do some irl work), but I'm here now, and thank you so so much for this ask. Love it! ✨

When did the LIs fall in love with MC?

Bobby – Pretty much immediately. Even if you're not really on his route, Bobby always has eyes for MC only and that's pretty much straight from the start. Sure, it started as a crush only, but he very soon realises he's falling quickly.

Carl – Definitely already has feelings when MC enters CA, however he only really falls in love as he gets to know her and how wonderful she is in person.

Gary – I think Gary fell in love with MC during one of the days before CA, but that it took him a bit longer to take it more seriously. Like, he's used to being into girls, so he doesn't recognise that's he's in love love with MC until closer to the end, maybe the prom when he sees her in her new dress.

Henrik – I think Henrik is the kind of guy who doesn't really know himself when he's falling in love, it just sort of happens to him? Like, one day after CA he just wakes up and looks at MC, and thinks 'wow, she's amazing' and that's it for him.

Ibrahim – I think when both Shannon and Jo are trying to woo him and fight over him, that's when he realises that he's actually in love with MC. Sure, it's right after he's fucked up badly, but sometimes that's what it takes to make us realise how we truly feel!

Lucas – Right after CA, when he sees MC come back alone and realises what a fool he's been. And when she shows vulnerability and forgiveness? Yeah, definitely what'll make him fall for her completely.

Marisol – I think she fell slowly, and tried to resist it for a good while (hence her behaviour during CA and the whole Graham nonsense). However, she realises how she's falling in love with MC right before they get to couple up.

Noah – After the kiss during Operation Nope. It shouldn't have meant so much, but it was a big 'Oh' moment to him. Of course, he tried to guard his feelings and found it all so overwhelming he messed up bad during and right after CA, but still, that's when he fell... hard.

These are the ones I feel comfortable and familiar with enough to answer, but to everyone: please reblog and add your own thoughts!

[rphelperblog]

Vampire Academy Rp Meme

“Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.”

“Do you think I'm pretty?

I think you're beautiful

Beautiful?

You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”

“The only thing better than imagining him carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.”

“The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.”

“If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." 

“If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.”

“Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life.

I walked away.”

“I'm really not good with impulse control.”

“I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.” 

“the battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.”

“I find more peace with you.”

“You see something you like?”

“That was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.”

“Don’t go to sleep on me yet.”

"Now get back to your room—if you can manage it without throwing yourself at someone else.”

"Is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?”

“She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.” 

“How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.” 

“What are you? An after school special?”

“Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.”

“It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.” 

“I was crushing on my mentor. Crushing on my older mentor. “

“I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats”

“wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time.”

“She accused me of wearing pants from the salvation army."

"Rose, your pants ARE from the salvation army."

"That's SO not the point!” 

,” welcome back. Still breaking hearts?”

“I had no reason to get all goofy, just because the man was too good-looking for his own good.” 

“You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes.“

“I had a standing agreement with god. I'd agree to believe in him, barely, so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.”

“I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.” 

“You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.”

“Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.”

“There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.” 

“I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony” 

“Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream. ” “I set off, off to kill the man I love.” 

"Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?”

“He has no right to threaten my boyfriends. I'm eighteen. An adult. I don't need his help. I can threaten my boyfriends myself.”

“Takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection. Well, except for my parents. They got it on the first try.”

"Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date.”

"Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.” 

“Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?” 

“If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.” 

"You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.”

“I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.”

“Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.”

“Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill...” 

“An idiot. makes me look like an upstanding member of society.”

“And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.” 

“You’re beautiful in battle.”

"Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.”

"I hate when you're the sane one. That's my job."

“I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports.”

“I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?”

“wait, you think I’m gonna die- thats why you slept with me?”

“Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time.”

“Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.”

“Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.”

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.”

“Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.”

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.”

"I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.” 

“Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.” 

“Yeah, that's exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back.”

“I'm really not good with impulse control.”

"Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.” 

“We need to get inside. I think my hair gel’s frozen.” 

“You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.” 

“Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all.” 

“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.” 

“Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.” 

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I'm I the only one disappointed by Bakugou's behavior in 335? After Bakugou's apology and Izuku seeming withdrawn the last time we saw them, I was hoping we'd finally see Izuku lay out his feelings about forgiving Bakugou, but right after the S&S arc was another "Izuku says something, Bakugou has a screaming fit and threatens him, Izuku flinches into silence" bit. Exactly like before Izuku left and Bakugou apologized. Before the war even. Sato even points out Bakugou hasn't really changed anything. At least he didn't throw anything at Izuku's head this time.

I know that Bakugou was probably responding to Izuku indirectly exposing his "caring" side by mentioning the training, but this still feels like another regression. Bakugou is still using reflexive intimidation on Izuku and the latter does nothing, in full view of everyone else, who barely comment on it. Status quo reinstated. It makes it feel like the apology was a complete wash.

Granted that conversation could still happen if we actually see the two of them training, but I can't get my hopes up. I know the idea is Izuku is willing to put himself through anything it takes to bring out the good in someone, that's what'll save the day in the end, but it increasingly feels like Izuku will genuinely never have anything more to say on Bakugou's behavior and holds no more conflicted feelings on him, and that is insane to me. If Izuku literally has nothing to add or say and everything goes back to normal, what the hell was the point of the apology? I am just being impatient?

This whole chapter was a slap from Horikoshi, a friendly reminder that things don't change that easily. They've been a long way, but there's so much to come.

Life is made of tiny moments and decisions. If they want to reform the hero system, one big fight or act won't be enough. In bnha, people doesn't change that easily, which is another thing I love about the story.

Endeavor doesn't become a good father out of sudden. Bakugou doesn't solve all his anger issues. All Might is not the perfect man out of sudden. Even the UA kids are still slowly changing, the citizens are doing that too.

In mangas, characters often change after some battle or talk. In bnha, communication is not a single act, but a collection of acts and decisions.

We, as readers, are meant to feel frustrated and question the point of it all, as you're right now doing. Because it is part of the tension Horikoshi is building. He wants us to doubt, to feel unsafe and unsure, to wonder. Are the villains too far gone? Is All Might cruel? Is Bakugou not getting better?

But hey, a warning. Just because the story is over, it doesn't mean all the issues are going to get solved. So Horikoshi could imply in the end that many things are going to keep slowly improving.

What I'm saying is that things don't change just like that. Sometimes they do, if the author wants it, if the genre allows it, if the theme requires it. But Horikoshi decided to show a different side. And I'm glad he did. I like when fiction shows how frustrating is improving or getting better. We sometimes go back to our old ways, we have bad days, we make bad decisions. This defends the idea that the villains won't become perfect heroes immediately. But not because things are slow and hard, these people doesn't deserve the chance to get better, or the help to improve.

[roseabelle21]

No. 1

Requested by: @mirukobecomingbothered​

I might have gotten carried away with the headcanon, I'm sorry! 🥺🥺 I added a few twists of my own and I hope it reached your expectations. I hope you like it! ♥️♥️♥️

Pairings: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Status: Unedited

Genre: Fluff with a tiny weeny bit of angst.

Quick Background:

An outcast because of a 'villainous' quirk? Check.

Do you have friends? Not sure if you can call them your friends when they are all blithering idiots who want to mess with the spirits.

Does everyone think that you will be a villain someday? Every time.

Is everyone afraid of you because you look like you've been dead for the past five years but still walking above ground? Absolutely!

When do people see your cat do they automatically think that you are a witch? Yes, but more like a demon in disguise.

You shrugged them off, your quirk might be on the freaky and terrifying side but it is powerful.

Contrary to popular belief, ghosts are nice, most of the time. Maybe a bit clingy and attention seeker towards you since you are the only one who can see and hear them.

They are a nice company to be around. Most of them.

There was a time you used to hate your quirk, there never seems to be a privacy when you see those supernatural things.

You see things you wish you couldn't, things that can go beyond your imagination.

Everyone thinks the worst in you, and there are days when they get to you.

When that happens, the ghosts always have your back.

You try your best to prove them wrong, and when you got into UA and placed top 5 in the sports festival, some perspective changed, and some called you a freak.

Though they are all wimps since they can't say it directly in your face or around your friends, especially your boyfriend.

Lord knows what'll happen when someone talks shit about you around them.

They probably met Jesus soon after.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Straight off the bat, your favourite date, past time, and other couple activities are sleeping.

Him catching up on his well-deserved sleep and you calm your mind from everything.

Nothing in between.

Naps in the couch, beside the window, your rooms, maybe beside the window in the common room after stargazing.

You have to pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands.

This sleepy boi understands the pain and suffering you go through the best, especially since he's been there.

Both of you start as acquaintances.

You met him when your cat decided to give you a heart attack by running off to who knows where and not coming back for h o u r s.

It freaked you out since staying out late is unlikely of your lazy ass cat.

Despite your fatigue from training, you rushed outside to find them.

You didn't have to look for too long, you found them at the park accompanied by an Einstein inspired purple-haired guy with a UA uniform.

You let out a breath of relief, it didn't last long as anger bubbled up in your chest.

Yelling out their name that startled not only your cat and the guy, but the rest of the people at the park as well.

Shinso stared at you scolding your cat whilst bringing them in your arms.

Amused and curious at the same time.

Thinking that you took that TikTok meme "I'm alive but I'm dead" a little too far.

A chuckle that left his lips and your glare started a long interesting talk.

Both of you started eating lunch together at school with the Dekusquad.

A few teasing looks from Uraraka when he sat down beside you and greeted you before anyone else.

They started inviting him to your hangouts outside of the school and study dates.

It happened almost every day once he transferred from class 1-A.

A month after that Uraraka and Kaminari started teasing the both of you.

It confused you when they made a big deal about you and Shinsou spending more time with each other than the rest of the class.

It only confused you further when Shinsou started blushing every time you look at him or even go anywhere near him.

He finally confessed to you when both of you got stuck in the closet playing 7 Minutes In Heaven.

It was hard to listen to him because of the endless teasing of your ghost friends.

They approved of him the moment he talked and looked at you like a normal human being.

Shinsou as a friend was protective of you, knowing all of the nasty looks and what people say about you because of something uncontrollable.

And now that you're his girlfriend? Oh boy, haters can run but they can't hide.

He is the most chill person you will ever meet.

But once you decided to talk shit about his girl, just pray my dude.

Or beg for mercy.

If they are one in a million lucky ones, it might work.

But they're not so.

Not even Aizawa can stop him, cause he will turn blind eye.

Nobody talks shit to any of his children students and stay alive to tell the tale.

The both of you are his prodigies, they know nothing of the hard work you both put in your training with him.

You and your boyfriend are the best in stealth missions and gathering information.

You use your friends to gather information undetectable and Shinsou tricking the villains to brainwash them.

In short, you guys are the power couple of Class 1-A and everyone agrees.

A force to be reckoned with.

Besides, no one can pull off the cosplay of Morticia and Gomez Addams better than both of you can.

You rely on each other when times get rough and needed reassurance.

Being each other's rock to hold on and find comfort in.

Shinsou will wrap his arms around you as you spill everything to him.

Reassuring you that you are his hero, muttering sweet things in your ear, stroking your hair to calm you down, and humming you to sleep.

He knows what it feels like to hate something that is apart of you.

And he tries his best to make you see the best in the worst you think of yourself.

Everything about you is beautiful, nothing that is apart of you is worth hating.

Honestly, you couldn't wish for anyone better to be your significant other.

They can call you anything they want, but you will always be an angel in his eyes.

All of them can keep talking, and he finds great pleasure once they see your true power and find themselves speechless.

"That's my girl."

Bakugou Katsuki:

Not gonna lie, he will probably think that you are a zombie or somewhat related to them.

From the moment you walked through the door, slouched back, droopy red eyes, panda-like eye bags underneath, paper white skin that is unhealthy to look at, he was certain that you are going to collapse at any given moment. 

He scoffed, wondering how the hell you managed to get into UA, let alone the Hero class.

Were you even in the right class or are you just that tired to not see that huge ass sign at the door?

Either way, he didn't care.

So long as you don't stand in his way from being the best, which is highly unlikely to happen in his eyes.

So imagine his shock when you managed to score higher than him in the Physical Assessment Test.

What in the hell?

"Hey, freak bitch! How the hell did you score higher than me?! What are you playing at?!"

Kirishima immediately held him back and apologized profusely to you. 

Bakugou's anger at you only increased when you only stared at him blankly before rolling your eyes and walked away. 

Throughout the rest of the day, whenever he tries to call you or even go near you, he finds himself tripping over nothing or his things randomly dropping.

To say it freaks him out will be an understatement.  

However, that didn't stop him from pestering you. 

Constantly asking yelling- at you demanding your quirk and challenging you for a fight.

You're nonchalant response and sassy remarks only ticked him off.

The two on two activity was useless since you did nothing and Todoroki handled the rest. 

Cue the USJ incident and he is finally satisfied when he saw your quirk at first hand. 

Skeletons rising from the ground and villains mysteriously flying away from you when they get too close to you. 

He immediately put everything together and he is ecstatic. 

An unusual quirk but powerful nonetheless. 

Katsuki finds himself watching you in the classroom and during training. 

Finding your quirk nothing short of weird and curiosity of finding out how you use it is eating him alive.

Sometimes, he catches you talking to yourself and it only makes him more curious. 

And think that you are crazy.

The moment you agreed to challenge him was the beginning of your friendship.

He overheard a few girls that you went to school with talking about your hideous appearance and quirk when walking towards the school for training.

A slight twinge in his heart when he saw you, although your face didn't reveal anything, your eyes sure did. 

He dragged you by the arm to go faster and reassured you in his blunt way.

After that training with Bakugou became a routine.

The Bakusquad saw you both walking out of the park.

You declined their offer of going out saying that you have something to do and Bakugou just saying that he's not interested in going. 

So the teasing of when both of you will make it official happens every. Single. Day.

Be it weekends or weekdays. 

They will not stop their teasing even if they are on the verge of death.

Your bond with Katsuki strengthened when you came to rescue him from the villains and when he failed the Provisional License exams.

You were the first one to notice his change and the first and only one to confront him. 

He was shocked.

He thought he had it hidden well but not to you. 

At first, he was hesitant to tell you anything. But one hug from you and his walls came crashing down.

After that incident, you came to each other to open up.

You told him how you hate your quirk sometimes. Seeing things that gives you nightmares and paranoia.

In a short but somewhat sweet way, he told you about how those fears make you a stronger person. Physically and mentally.

He's by your side no matter what happens, he won't let you go through this alone.

To further emphasize it, he gave you a one arm hug.

He asked you out a few weeks later, quietly and all blushy face which was the first for him. 

Of course you said yes.

You both agreed to keep your relationship a secret from everyone until Halloween where - much to everyone's surprise- he joined in.

The real icing on the cake was when they saw you both in a cliche couple, Harley Quinn and Joker.

Mina and Kirishima were the first ones to realize and Denki being the last.

You are practically inseparable after you relieved your relationship. 

Anyone who talks badly about you and your quirk won't last long in the face of the earth.

Katsuki Bakugou is already explosive enough as he is, and you decided to talk shit about the love of his life?

Girl/Boy bye.

I hope you crossed everything off your bucket list cause the last thing you will see and hear is the sound of his explosions.

He once asked you about what your spirits think of him.

You were silent for a while before you replied, "I don't think you wanna know."

You know he won't stop there, he kept pestering you, again and again, every chance he gets to ask. 

Annoyed you told him.

"They think you are a crusty pomeranian and they find you amusing since it's a miracle that you still have your voice after al those yelling."

They like annoying him, whenever you both are alone, they whisper things to you that'll get you to giggle and he'll angrily question what they were talking about.

Making his things fall or mess with his hair. 

They like him for you.

As long as he keeps you safe and happy, they'll keep him safe and sound.

From the villains and the bad spirits. 

Random:

You have the perfect quirk to scare the living hell of your friends and family during Halloween season.

Who are you to deny the advantages of it. 😏😏😏

Various crosses and other blessed items by the priest litter around your room to keep the spirits away.

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (3/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff — college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

BEOMGYU | Beauty and The Beast (2.2k)

“Careful with the hair!”

You hiss when Jinsung, your classmate and stylist for tonight, slaps your hand away after attempting to touch your hair.

“If I even see a single hair strand out of place, so help me I will shave your entire head.” He warns, tapping your shoulder with his brush. “Now go out there and get us some customers. The others said they'll have the food ready on time.”

“Alright.” You try to smile at him and he returns your smile with a sour look.

Your department was throwing a Beauty and the Beast style buffet right in front of your building. Canopies were set up, clothed tables lined around the vicinity, and classy decorations covered the area to add to the whole atmosphere. The dishes to be served are supposed to mimic the food found throughout the movie, with the servers dressed up as some of the minor characters. By some odd stroke of luck, you ended up being chosen as Belle and you were pretty sure some guy named Yeonjun from the other class was supposed to dress up as the Beast.

You got up from your seat and fetch the flyers from the table. The plan was to head up to where the crowds are and advertise your event there. You were all set to go, the only thing left missing being your partner.

Out of nowhere, a group of guys dressed as dwarfs appear. You can't make out what or who it was that they're carrying, but they were surely in a hurry, not caring a bit about their surroundings as they zoom past you, causing you to stumble back. Your heel catches the end of your gown and you start to fall backwards. Closing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for an awkward fall, you were pleasantly surprised when your back hit something soft instead— definitely not the concrete below— someone's chest you presume, their arms quickly wrapping around you protectively.

“Careful.” You hear the person say as they slowly help you on your feet. “Jinsung might throw a fit if you ruin your hair.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to his face.

You turn around and nearly got a scare when you're faced with the face of a beast, quite literally. Turns out your partner hadn't planned on being late after all. “Yeonjun, right?” You haven't actually met the guy but you've heard a few people talk about him. They say he had died his hair pink recently but you couldn't really see behind the terrifying full head mask he had on. You wonder how well he could breathe inside that thing.

“Uh, yeah.” The Beast replies, seeming somehow unsure of his own name. “I'm Yeonjun.”

“Nice meeting you then. I'm Y/N.” You don't bother offering him a handshake, knowing that you two barely had time to chat. “Let's get going. It's almost time.”

Beomgyu stays a few feet away from you as you handed out flyers to a bunch of costume clad strangers. Both of you were pretty busy right now, but he still manages to steal a few glances at you, admiring how beautiful you looked in that Belle costume. He almost wishes he could see you dressed like that everyday. Impractical, sure, but it was just a passing thought anyway. Thank heavens the costume had small peeping holes, otherwise you'd have caught him dead in the act of staring at you every few minutes or so.

“Try our buffet!” He greets two of the students passing by, handing them a flyer.

“What do you think, Soojin?” The student holding a tray of candied apples asks the other.

“I think not. We still have to visit that guy in the infirmary.” The friend replies. One of them gives Beomgyu an apologetic look before they leave.

Beomgyu watches the crowd pass by, his eyes naturally wandering to your side. He finds himself smiling when he saw you all focused on attracting customers, even going as far as to give them brief reenactments of their favorite scenes. Beomgyu loved that he was able to spend this time with you. He only wished that you knew it was actually him inside the costume and not Yeonjun, but he couldn't even find the courage to bring it up. He's not even sure why.

Yeonjun had asked him earlier today to be his substitute in handing flyers. Beomgyu had initially declined, but after hearing that you were going to be his partner for tonight— You, the student from across the hall that he'd been crushing on since freshman year— he was more than ecstatic to accept. This was his chance to actually interact with you without making things awkward.

“Why the fuck did I even say I was Yeonjun?” He huffs, only now had he found his costume stuffy. He really could have just told you before you started on your work, but he panicked and told you a lie instead. Great.

An hour had passed and Rina, one of your classmates, had come to inform you two that a lot of people were now dining at the buffet, and that you were allowed to rest for half an hour before your final wave of work.

You spot a bench nearby and walk over to Yeonjun. “Hey, let's take a rest over there.” You point at the bench. Yeonjun merely nods and follows you as you made your way to it. You take notice that he barely talked to you the entire time you were together. People said he was a chatterbox but apparently not tonight.

Just as you two sat down, Rina came back— this time, looking for someone. “Hey, have any of you seen Beomgyu?”

Hearing the name made you pause and blink. “Beomgyu?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

You glance at Yeonjun who kept shaking his head.

“Haven't seen him.”

Weird, you think. He was purposefully changing the pitch of his voice as he spoke to your classmate. You figure his throat was probably just dry from all the advertising he did earlier.

Rina turns to you, eyebrows raised with a smirk plastered on her face. “How about you, Y/N? I'm sure you've seen him.”

Eyes wide, you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Rina knew about your obvious crush on Beomgyu. The entire class knew. A few jokes were made, like how when someone from his class is looking for him, they'd ask if your Beomgyu radar was up and running. That joke was brought upon by your own little ability to somehow spot him easily within a crowd. That however, proved useless tonight. You hadn't seen him at all.

You spare Yeonjun a look. This was not a good time for Rina to be teasing you. He and Beomgyu are classmates and if he found out that you had a crush on the guy then who knows what'll happen. You didn't want him to think you were crazy when Rina ends up saying something stupid and overly exaggerated— you hope she won't. Your crush on Beomgyu wasn't even that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes you'd find your heart fluttering when you spot him laughing from the other side of the hallway, and maybe sometimes you'd wished you could just come up to him and pinch his cheeks but you've barely even spoken to the guy so—

“What are you talking about?” You laugh it off, patting Rina on the side while slipping in a few stink eyes. “I haven't seen him at all.”

“Is that so?” Rina sighs. For a second, you thought she would just let it go when she turned her back on you but the devil in her was in the mood to play. “Tell me when your Beomgyu radar picks him up then! We need him to help in the kitchen.”

Yeonjun turns to to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

You shrink in your seat.

Was Beomgyu hearing right? Did your classmate just ask you something about a Beomgyu radar? Your Beomgyu radar? Did she normally joke like that or was it intentional? Perhaps she knew he was the one in the costume and not Yeonjun, but he highly doubted that. Could you perhaps?

Beomgyu turns to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

Your face shifted into a mix of emotions that Beomgyu had trouble deciphering. “D-Don't mind her.” You stammer, waving your hands at him. “She's just joking as always. Ah, Rina, such an asshol— assertive joker.” You laugh.

“Right.” Beomgyu laughs along. He felt disappointed, thinking that he was probably just reading too much into it. “What are the odds of you crushing on Beomgyu, right?”

“Exactly!” Your reply was quick. Too quick for Beomgyu's liking. He observes your reaction and notices how red your ears were. Were you embarrassed? Was the idea of crushing on him too much for you? Did you not find him attractive in the least? At this point, he knows he was overthinking but couldn't help but succumb to it.

“Yeah..” He sighs, slumping his back on the bench. “He's probably not your type.”

You flinch. “What?”

“There's not really much to like about him.” Beomgyu shrugs.

“You're wrong.”

He sees you cross your arms, a frown present on your face. “I haven't really met him yet but from what I've seen in the past few years, I can say that there's a whole list of things one could like about him.”

Oh? Beomgyu certainly didn't expect this. “Like what?”

“He's one of the most considerate people I know.” You smile. “Sometimes I'd see him cleaning up after others, giving up seats on the bus, and going out of his way to help anyone in need. He even helped me out that one time I was late for our finals.” You chuckle at the fond memory. It was the day you made up your mind about him.

“It was pretty embarrassing though. I was running through the gates and tripped. I sprained my ankle and no one else was around except for Beomgyu. Turns out he was also running late but didn't even stop to think twice about helping me. He carried me to the nurse's office and stayed there until my friends arrived. I couldn't even thank him properly after that since I was pretty disoriented. In the end, we both had to take the finals at another time.”

Beomgyu blinks. He can't believe you still remembered that day, especially when it was the very day he himself started crushing on you. Though, he'd always thought you didn't know who he was when that happened. “Oh..” He couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

“You know what?”

Beomgyu turns to you.

You smile. “He's exactly my type.”

Beomgyu didn't know what to feel. His cheeks heat up and he's sure it wasn't just the mask making him that way. You talked about that moment so fondly that it almost made him think that maybe— just maybe his feelings for you weren't all that one-sided after all.

He chuckles. He's about to do something stupid.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you perhaps..”

“Like him?” Beomgyu watches silently as you take the time to think.

This was probably too much. What if you didn't like him after all? Could he live knowing that he tricked you into answering that, thinking he was someone else. His thoughts come to a halt when you nod.

“I do.” You chuckle. “No use in hiding that now, huh?”

Beomgyu gulps. “Then..” Then what?

“Hm?”

“What if I say Beomgyu liked you too?”

Your furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

Beomgyu grips the end of his mask. “I like you.”

“Yeonjun, you're not making any—”

He doesn't let you finish, yanking the mask off his face and revealing his disheveled look underneath.

“Beomgyu?!” You jump in surprise, and he stands up, following you. “How—”

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu says, no longer caring about the consequences that'll follow after. “I really like you. I have for a long time now.”

You stare at him, speechless. “I.. haha.” You cover your face in your hands, laughing. “This is a joke right?”

“I wish it was.” Beomgyu awkwardly shifts in his spot. “But it's not. I'm being honest. I really like you.”

You move your hands away, now looking at him. “You know, as much as I want to hit you right now for tricking me into thinking you were Yeonjun all this time and basically had me going off about how much I appreciate you,” You pause. “I just can't.” You say, your cheeks reddening.

“Y/N, I—”

“There you are!”

Before either of you could react, Rina appears out of nowhere and grabs Beomgyu by the arm, practically dragging him way from you. “We've been looking for you all night! Jin wants you in the kitchen asap.”

Rina flashes you a thumbs up and you couldn't do anything but smile. “Good to see that your Beomgyu radar's still working!”

Judging by the way he was being mercilessly dragged away from you, it looks like Beomgyu had his hands tied with no escape. He waves his free arm at you. And you get the message. You're gonna have to talk about this soon.

You look down at the flyers on your hands and couldn't help but blush. He likes you too.

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 9

3rd Person POV

Hermione, who had come back with (Y/n) the day before term had started, takes a different view of things. She is torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row - "If Filch had caught you!" - and disappointment that he hadn't, at least found out how Nicholas Flamel was.

(Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something, but Fred and George had darted across the Common Room and dragged her away and towards Oliver Wood, her three friends staring after her, and catching her apologetic gaze before Oliver snaps at her to pay attention.

Oliver seems to be working the Quidditch team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood is becoming a fanatic, but Harry and (Y/n) are on Wood's side. If they win their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the House Championship for the first time in seven years. Quite apart from wanting to win, they find that they has fewer nightmares when they're tired after training.

Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Oliver Wood gives the team a bit of bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall of their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around!" Wood orders. "That's exactly what'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

George Weasley really did fall off his broom at the words.

"Snape's refereeing?" he splutters through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going go be fair if me might overtake Slytherin."

The rest of team - besides (Y/n) - land next to George to complain, too.

"It's not my fault," says Wood. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."

Which is all well, thinks (Y/n), but I don't need a repeat of what happened last time, whoever did it.

The rest of the team hangs back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry and (Y/n) sprint straight back up to the Gryffindor common room, where they find Hermione and Ron playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron though was good for her.

"Don't talk to me for a moment," says Ron when Harry sits down beside him and Hermione shifts to make room for (Y/n).

Then Hermione catches sight of (Y/n)'s face. "What's wrong?" she asks, a worried look on her face and Ron looks over at (Y/n).

Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry tells the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't play," says Hermione at once.

"Say you're ill," Ron offers.

"Pretend to break you leg," Hermione says.

"Really break your leg," at Ron's words, everyone turns to him.

"I can't," says (Y/n), then she signs. "There isn't a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can't play at all."

At that moment Neville topples into the Common Room. How he had managed to climb through was anyone's guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognized at once as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor Tower.

Everyone but (Y/n) and Hermione laugh, and (Y/n) leaps up an performs the countercurse. Neville's legs spring apart and he gets to his feet, trembling.

"What happened?" (Y/n) asks him, leading him over to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Malfoy," says Neville shakily. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urges Neville.

"Report him!" (Y/n) agrees with the brunette.

Neville shakes his head. "I don't want more trouble," he mumbles.

"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" Harry says.

"He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier," Ron says.

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that," Neville chokes out.

(Y/n) feels around in the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulls out a chocolate frog. She gives it to Neville, who looks as though he is about to cry.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," (Y/n) says.

"The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin?" Harry finishes.

"Thanks, (Y/n), Harry ... I think I'll go to bed ... D'you want the card (Y/n), you collect them don't you?"

As Neville walks away, (Y/n) looks at the Famous Wizard card.

(Y/n), reading the card, smacks herself in the face and everyone turns to her. "I found him!" (Y/n) hands the card to Hermione and she sprints upstairs and grabs a alchemy book from her nightstand.

"I never thought to look in here," (Y/n) says, sprinting back downstairs and over to her friends. "Snape gave me this a few weeks ago to read."

(Y/n) opens the book and flips through the pages. "Nicholas Flamel is the only know maker of the Sorcerer's Stone."

This doesn't have the effect she had expected.

"The what?" ask Harry and Ron.

"Honestly, don't you read?" Hermione asks.

"The Sorcerer's Stone," (Y/n) begins pacing back and forth, her friends watching, "it was a legend, but I guess now it's true." (Y/n) runs a hand through her (H/C) hair. "It can transform any metal into pure gold and can produce the Elixir of Life, which makes the drinker immortal. If I remember correctly, Flamel just turned six hundred and sixty-five."

"The dog must be guarding the Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry begins.

"I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone removed out of Gringotts!" Hermione finishes.

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!" exclaims Harry. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it!"

At Harry's mention of Snape, (Y/n)'s mouth spreads into a frown.

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry," says Ron. "He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he?"

. . .

The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron are still discussing what they'd do with a Sorcerer's Stone if they had one. It wasn't until Ron said he'd buy his own Quidditch team that (Y/n) remembers about Snape and the coming match.

"I'm going to play," she tells the other five. "If I don't we'll be behind in the cup. If we win, I'll show them ... it'll really wipe the smiles off their faces."

"Just as long as we're not wiping you off the field," Ron comments and (Y/n) shoots him a incredulous look.

As the match grows closer, however, (Y/n) becomes more and more nervous, whatever she told her friends and sister. The rest of the team isn't very calm, either. The idea of overtaking Slytherin in the House Championship was wonderful, no one had done it in seven years, but would they be allowed to, with such a biased referee?

Harry doesn't know whether he is imagining it or not, but he seems to keep running into Snape wherever he goes. At times, he wonders if Snape is following him, trying to catch him on his own. Potions lessons are turning into a sort of weekly torture for Harry, Snape seemingly getting worse in each class. Harry didn't see how he could - yet sometimes he had to horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.

(Y/n) knew, when they had wished her and Harry good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that Ron and Hermione were wondering whether they'd ever see her alive again. (Y/n) hardly hears a word of Oliver's pep talk as she pulls on her Quidditch robes and picks up her Nimbus Two Thousand.

Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did (Y/n) know that her friends had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They had gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any signs of wanting to hurt (Y/n).

Back in the locker room, Oliver Wood had taken (Y/n) aside.

"Don't want to pressure you, (Y/n), but if we ever need an early capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game before Snape can favor Hufflepuff too much."

(Y/n) nods, a determined look on the Seeker's face.

"The whole school's out there!" says Fred, peering out of the door. "Even - blimey - Dumbledore's come to watch!"

Harry and (Y/n) exchange looks. "Dumbledore?" Harry asks, dashing to the door to make sure. Fred is right, there's no mistaking that silver beard.

Harry could have laughed out loud with relief. (Y/n) was safe. There was simply no way that Snape would dare hurt (Y/n) if Dumbledore was watching, Harry thinks. Maybe that's why Snape is looking so angry as the teams march onto the field, Harry thinks, which Ron notices as well.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean," the ginger tells the other girls. "Look - they're off. Ouch!" Malfoy had poked Ron in the back of the head.

"Oh, sorry Weasley, didn't see you there," Malfoy grins at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long (L/n)'s going to stay on her broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

Ron doesn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, is squinting fixedly up at (Y/n), who is circling the came like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

"You know how I think they chose people for the Gryffindor team?" says Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awards Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter and (L/n), who've got no family, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

Neville goes bright red but turns in his seat to face Malfoy. "I'm worth twelve of you Malfoy," he stammers.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howl with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ron's nerves are already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about (Y/n), "I'm warning you, Malfoy - one more word -"

"Ron!" says Hermione suddenly, "(Y/n) - !"

"What?! Where?!"

(Y/n) had suddenly gone into a spectacular dive, which draws gasps and cheers from the crowd. Hermione stands up, her crossed fingers in her mouth, as (Y/n) streaks towards the ground like a bullet.

"You're in luck, Weasley, (L/N)'s obviously spotted some money on the ground!" says Malfoy.

Ron snaps. Before Malfoy knows what's happening, Ron is on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitates, then clambers over the back of his seat to help.

"Come on, (Y/n)!" Hermione screams, leaping onto her seat to watch as (Y/n) speeds straight at Snape - she didn't even notice Malfoy and Ron rolling around under her seat, or the scuffles and yelps coming from the whirl of fists that was Neville, Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione watches to see Snape turning on his broomstick to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches - the next second, (Y/n) had pulled out of the dive, her arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in her hand.

The stands erupt; it had to be a record, no one could remember the Snitch being caught so quickly.

"Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over! (Y/n)'s won! We've won! Gryffindor's in the lead," shrieks Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging a beaming Pavarti Patil in front of her.

(Y/n) jumps off her broom, a foot from the ground. She couldn't believe it. She had done it - the game was over; it had barely lasted five minutes. As Gryffindors come spilling onto the field, Harry sees Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped. Harry lands beside (Y/n) and they feel a hand on their shoulder and they look up into Dumbledore's smiling face.

"Well done," says Dumbledore quietly, so that only Harry and (Y/n) could hear.

The Gryffindors run to lift (Y/n) onto their shoulder; Ron and Hermione in the distance, jumping up and down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.

Harry leaves the locker room alone some time later, to take his Nimbus Two Thousand back to the broomshed. He leans against the wooden door and looks up at Hogwarts, with its windows glowing red in the setting sun. Gryffindor in the lead. (Y/n) had done it, she'd shown Snape. . . .

And speaking of Snape . . .

A hooded figure comes swiftly down the front steps of the castle. Clearly not wanting to be seen, it walks as fast as possible toward the forbidden forest. Harry recognizes the figure's prowling walk. Snape, sneaking into the forest while everyone else was at dinner — what was going on?

Harry jumps back on his Nimbus Two Thousand and took off. Gliding silently over the castle he sees Snape enter the forest at a run; he follows.

The trees are so thick he couldn't see where Snape had gone. He flew in circles, lower and lower, brushing the top branches of trees until he hears voices. He glides toward them and lands noiselessly in a towering beech tree.

He climbs carefully along one of the branches, holding tight to his broomstick, trying to see through the leaves. Below, in a shadowy clearing, stands Snape, but he isn't alone. Quirrell is there, too. Harry can't make out the look on his face, but he is stuttering worse than ever. Harry strains to catch what they are saying.

". . . d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus . . ."

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," replies Snape, his voice icy. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone, after all."

Harry leans forward. Quirrell is mumbling something, but Snape interrupts him.

"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I —"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," says Snape, taking a step towards him.

"I-I don't know what you —"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hoots loudly, and Harry nearly falls out of the tree. He steadies himself in time to hear Snape say, "— your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting."

"B-but I d-d-don't —"

"Very well," Snape cuts in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."He throws his cloak over his head and strides out of the clearing. It is almost dark now, but Harry can see Quirrell, standing quite still, as though he was petrified.

. . .

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione squeaks.

"We won! (Y/n) won! We won!" shouted Ron, thumping (Y/n) on the back."And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right — talk about showing Slytherin!"

"Everyone's waiting for you and (Y/n) in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens," Ron continues.

"Never mind that now," says Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'til you hear this. . . ."

He made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door behind them, then he told them what he'd seen and heard.

"So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy — and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus-pocus'— I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through -"

"So you man the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" asks Hermione in alarm, (Y/n) shifting thoughtfully on the desk she was sitting onto of.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," says Ron.

Hermione glances over at (Y/n), who is sitting silently, a thoughtful expression on her face. "What is it?" (Y/n) asks.

"The thing about the loyalty confuses me," (Y/n) says, jumping off the desk. "Who would Quirrell need to prove his loyalties lie to? Dumbledore right, what if Quirrell is trying to get the stone? What if that whole stuttering thing is an act? I've never been a hundred percent about him myself."

Ron shrugs her off, "It must be Snape."

"Not necessarily, not to be rude or anything, but I'm his favorite student," the others nod in agreement. Then (Y/n) turns to Hermione. "Who was sitting behind Snape at the first Quidditch match?"

"Quirrell," Hermione says.

"My point exactly," (Y/n) says but Ron and Harry shrug her off again.

"It's definitely Snape," Harry says and (Y/n) shakes her head and walks back to the Gryffindor Common Room alone.

Despite herself, she grins when she portrait whole swings open and the Common Room erupts into cheers as she steps through. Oliver and Fred come over and lift (Y/n) up onto their shoulder and everyone begins to cheer:

"(Y/n)!"

"(Y/n)!"

"(Y/n)!"

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[iamyoursinblog]

Find you

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x Reader x Im Jaebeom

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3,1 k

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 POV Jinyoung

"Run to the library quickly. You've got three seconds!" he hissed into the tube and passed out. He hid behind the book row, looking out the side of the window.

He went to the library to give the book away. Turning to the exit, girl in a red sweater catch his attention, who sitting on a table near the window. He didn't immediately believe his eyes. But it was definitely you! It was their chance with Jaebeom to meet you. So he's acting like he's in a spy movie right now. He got amused because he was acting like a teenager. A minute later, Jaebeom appeared in the doorway, breathing heavily. He ran to the door and grabbed Jaebeom for jacket dragged to the place where he was hiding before.

"What a jerk? What are you doing? Why such urgency?" Jaebeom wanted to keep talking, but Jinyoung covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shut up already!" whispered Jinyoung

He pointed with his finger on the window where you was sitting. Jaebeom turned his head and froze when he saw you. He almost laughed with Jaebeom's reaction. You really act on them just as much. He turned his eyes to you. You sat and read the book. You were wearing reading glasses, and your fingers were playing with strands of your hair. How can someone look so depraved just by reading a book in a library. He rested his forehead in Jaebeom's shoulder. How can he handle it?

"She definitely loves red," Jaebeom said, looking at you.

"Was she also in red when you first saw her? When I met her she was wearing a red dress." he replied

"When I met her, she was wearing a red suit, " said Jaebeom

"We have to approach her," he said, though he lacked the courage to do so.

"Yes, come on," Jaebeom replied. But a few minutes passed, and none of them budged. They looked at each other and giggled. They were arguing over who should go first, turning their heads, they saw that your place was empty. They ran out into the middle of the hall looking around.

"Damn, it's all your fault" Jinyoung slammed Jaebeom on the shoulder.

They ran out into the hallway. "There" Jinyoung pointed to the end of the corridor where you turned the corner. They ran there. Turning the corner, Jaebeom abruptly stopped. Jinyoung crashed into Jaebeom, causing them to fall.

"Why the hell did you stop so abruptly?" Jinyoung said shoving Jaebeom. But Jaebeom did not react at all, looking at the wall. He turned his head and sat down again on the floor, losing his balance. You stood near the wall with your arms folded on your chest, and you watched them on top of your glasses. You squatted, looking at them.

"So that's who was staring at me in the library. I think I've seen you before." "And you too" you pointed your finger at Jaebeom. "Too many coincidences to be an accident," you said before getting up.

"We liked your coffee shop. So we decided to meet each other," said Jaebeom, and got to his feet, giving Jinyoung's hand.

"And you go by promo of 1+1. Meet one, the other as a gift?" you chuckled.

"Yes, and you are against it? I think the offer is very profitable." replied Jinyoung.

"I'm sure you won't regret it" added Jaebeom

"Sorry, but we have to go, miss" the guy in the black suit appeared next to you.

"Yes, let's go," you told to the guy. "It was nice to meet them, 1+1" you looked at them from head to toe, before turning and going to the exit.

"I think we just screwed up," he laughed as he continued to look at you. He looked out the window watching you get in the car before getting out of sight. He turned and saw that Jaebeom was still looking out the window.

"But she remembered us, even though we came separately," Jaebeom turned his eyes to him. "So there's a chance."

"You don't think we've been playing in 'good guys' for too long..." he said, moving away from the window, "Come on, Mark is waiting for us."

They went to the restaurant where Mark was waiting for them. They said hello and made an order.

"Mark, remember that coffee shop you told me to go to?" asked Jaebeom.

"Yes, I thought you'd like it there, they've got a lot of interesting books." answered Mark

"Books are the only reason why you told me to go there." asked Jinyoung

"Yes, and what? You can't just get there. Nobody knows about them, only those who have been told about this by a person who has already been there can come there."

"Do you know the girl in red who works there in the second hall?" asked Jinyoung.

"I know" laughed Mark "But only she is not an employee, she is the owner."

"Tell us about her" asked Jinyoung

"Forget about it. She's not in our league. I'm even afraid to turn to her once again when she's at the bar. I've never met anyone like her. I heard that if you post on the Internet about this coffee shop, it's gone in a minute. She seems to have too much power. Even the two guys who work there, they're not bartenders, they're security guards."

"I've only seen one guy," Jaebeom said

'Me too' confirmed Jinyoung

"The second guy is on sick leave. One of the new customers recently got drunk and threw a glass in her direction, but the bartender stood in front of her and the glass crashed against his head. Usually in such cases there is began a panic, even me feel uncomfortable, but she looked like she saw it every day. A minute later, the customer was entered by security, and she calmly pulled shards of glass from his wound until an ambulance arrived." Mark shook his head "I have to go, see you later" he said, looking at his watch.

"Yes, see you" replied Jaebeom

'She's really something,' he thought to himself. And how do they deal with that. If he had the idea of hiring someone to find out more about her, now he realizes that it could be dangerous.

"Can we hire someone to find out who she is?" asked Jaebeom when Mark left.

"I've thought about it too, but now I'm not sure it's a good idea. Judging by what Mark said about her, she learns that she is being watched for 5 minutes, and in next five will know who exactly do it".

"Why don't we go to the coffee shop tomorrow?" asked Jaebeom.

"She certainly won't communicate with us there. It seems that she often visits the library, it is necessary to meet with her in neutral territory"

"It feels like we're discussing a takeover of a company, not an acquaintance with a girl." laughed Jaebeom

They came home with the hope that they could meet you again.

POV You

You were sitting in your office, the day was too busy. You smiled remembering those two guys outside the library. They seemed too innocent. You picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"My goodness. I never thought I'd be able to hear your beautiful voice again." answered male voice

"Too much sarcasm, from someone like you" you answered

"I just thought you were on the side of the angels now. Although it's safer for them if you're on their side."

"You've forgotten, I'm always on my side" you grinned.

"Closer to the point, baby. I don't think you called to find out how I was doing. Who should be found?"

"I sent pictures to your mail." You selected some screenshots from the surveillance camera in the coffee shops and clicked send.

"Ok. Will you come to see me sometime?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm kind of on the side of the angels," you said, and hung up.

A few days later you were sitting in a car looking at the pictures. 'They're really 1+1,' you thought. Always together, live together, even their families are friends. You read the name of the companies that their families own, they seemed too familiar. You took out your phone and opened your mother's letter, which had blind dating candidates. After scrolling through the list, you found two familiar names. 'Best in everything' you grinned. You kept looking at the photo, from home, from the car, from the workout, from the restaurants. You stopped at the last photo "This is more interesting" you said and laughed. You put the last photo in the envelope and put it in your bag. "Get rid of it" you passed the rest of the photos to the driver.

"Yes, Miss"

"I'll be on my own for a few days. I want to check something."

"Okay, miss. I'll be in the coffee shop. Drive your car from home?"

"My father didn't burn it after I refused to be part of the family business?"

He smiled, "He's probably still hoping that in a few years you'll change your mind. As far as I know there were no restrictions on your account"

"A couple of years? Hmm, maybe I'll change my mind" you got out of the car and went towards the library.

You've never been in a crowded place, unnecessarily. You felt like someone was looking at you all the time. When you went out and turned the corner, you heard quick steps in your direction. You wondered who might have been chasing you, so you decided to stop and see. But you didn't expect it to be your clients. You barely kept a smile when they fell in front of you. It's been a long time since you've been entertained. You've decided to see what'll happens.

You went into the library and sat down at your favorite place by the big window. You opened the book and started reading, it always calmed you down. It was a little escape to a made-up world. That's why you opened this coffee shop for those who wanted a break from the outside world.

"Excuse me, can I meet with you?" You looked away from the book and turned to the sound source. There was a nice guy in his 20s, standing in front of you, with a bright smile, holding out a drink for you. Apparently your look was too dissatisfied because you were distract from reading. That's why the guy apologized a few times and putting the drink next to you disappeared from view. You looked closely at the drink before you went back to your book. You heard laughter at the next table. Turned your head you saw two students who giggled and whispered, looking in your direction. Apparently today you will not be allowed to read quietly. You took a deep breath trying not to kill these girls mentally. You were too annoyed by the people who were discussing you behind your back, you could have seen us differently before. But as you were reminded recently, you're on the side of the angels. 'Devil pretends an angel' you laughed at the thought. After looking at the hall, you made sure that those you wanted to see were not here. You got up from your seat and went between the book rows to get the book back in place. You turned on your heels and headed for the exit. When you went into the library, you noticed a coffee shop, you decided to wait for your car there. You were hoping there wouldn't be too many people there at that time. When you got to the place, you went inside, and was happy because only a few tables were occupied. You sit on a table by the window from which you can see the parking lot, and you made an order. You feeling the vibration and picked up the phone.

"Your car will be in half an hour"

You smiled that your wait wouldn't last long.

POV Jaebeom

He was reaching the entrance to the library when he saw Jinyoung standing in front of the entrance.

"Well, what went in search?" said Jinyoung, when Jaebeom came closer.

"People already think we live in the library," he laughed. They were walking past the coffee shop when the red clothes in the window caught his attention. He didn't believe his eyes right away. You were wearing a red smock ruffle blouse and short black shorts that were naked on your beautiful legs. He stopped, but Jinyoung continued to walk towards the library. Grabbing Jinyoung by the collar he drew to himself.

"Hey, what are you doing?" said Jinyoung, stepping back.

"I think our plans have changed. Let's go and take some coffee."

"What? What coffee? Aren't we..." Jinyoung didn’t finish when he saw you in the window. "Coffee? Great idea, I really want to drink a coffee"

They went inside and quickly made an order. The hall was half empty, you were sitting on the couch at a table near the window and something looked at on the phone, with not very happy look. But then she smiled broadly, and from your smile a wave of trembling passed through his body. I think it's the first time he's seen your sincere smile. They took their order and went to your table.

"Is it not occupied?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, they sat down on the couch opposite you.

You looked up from the phone and first looked at Jaebeom and then at Jinyoung. "You really are 1+1! But usually people wait for the answer to the question they asked before you take further action." you raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure it's not occupied here," Jinyoung said.

"Then absolutely loses the meaning of your question, if you were sure that the place is free" you turned your eyes again to your phone.

He just loved what you said. I always left the last word behind me. He laughed.

"I think we started the wrong way," he said with a smile. "Hi. How are you?"

"Great" you answered without even looking at them.

"Isn't it customary to ask in response 'how are you' from the interlocutor" said Jinyoung, taking a sip of coffee

"Even if I'm not really interested?" you asked, finally looking at them.

"Even if you're not interested", Jaebeom smiled.

"How are you?" You fake smiled for a second

"We're great too, thank you for asking," Jinyoung replied, smiling broadly.

"We not introduced each other last time," Jaebeom said.

"Are you talking about the time when you both were lying at my feet" you grinned

"Yes, about that time" replied Jinyoung

"I know yours names"

"You know?" asked Jaebeom

"Yes, I do. 1+1!" You sent a stinging smile to them, and goosebumps ran over his skin. 'What a cute devil' he thought to himself.

Jinyoung laughed loudly, "If you like it, you can call us like that. But for help my name is Jinyoung, and this is my best friend Jaebeom"

"What's your name?" asked Jaebeom

"Why are you trying so hard to meet me?" you asked, taking the phone in your bag and completely switching your attention to them.

"We like you, " calmly replied Jinyoung

"Do you like me? Are you two?"

"Yes. Did you forget, after all, you called us 1 + 1" smiled Jaebeom

"Very interesting couple" you said your thought in loud. You looked intently first at him and then at Jinyoung.

Every time you looked at him with that glance, he seemed to fall in love more and more. "In that case, I have a couple of questions."

"Of course, ask everything you're interested in," Jinyoung replied.

"Are you gay?"

"No" they answered at the same time, and you chuckled. "We like girls. And now we like you," Jaebeom added.

"Are you bisexual?"

"No" they answered and looked at each other

"This time the answer was less confident. Perhaps you yourself do not know the exact answer to it." you said carefully watching their every move. "Have you kissed?" you asked, pointing your finger at them

"No" they answered again together. He heard the vibration of your phone before you took it out of your bag. You picked up the phone, but you didn't produce a word, you just looked out the window and nodded. He looked out the window, too, and saw a guy in a black suit, the same guy they saw in the library hallway.

"Then the last question. Did you want to kiss each other?" your view has changed, now he would have called it piercing through.

"No" they almost responded together, and he was glad that his answer coincided with Jinyoung's response.

You smirked and got out of your seat. So without saying anything, you're gone.

"See you " said Jinyoung to you after

For a few minutes they sat in silence, watching you leave the window. He still felt a tremor in his body from your gaze. Each time your presence caused indescribable emotions. He turned his eyes to Jinyoung and saw all the same emotions on his face as he was experiencing himself.

"I wonder if it's progress?" he said, "She spoke to us, but we still not knew her name."

Jinyoung laughed at his words. "I think it can definitely be called progress"

They had coffee and headed for the exit.

"Sorry" to them spoke the girl behind the bar. "Before going out, the girl you were sitting with asked to pass it on to you" she held out a white envelope and he took it

"Thank you" smiled Jinyoung

He turned the envelope over and saw the inscription in beautiful handwriting:

"Are you sure the answer to the last question is 'no'?"

He opened the envelope and the cold walked through his veins, chaining his whole body in a tight knot when he saw a photograph. It was a screenshot from a surveillance camera. In the pictures, he pressed Jinyoung against a wall in a dark corridor, and their faces were only a few centimetres apart.

"We seem to be in trouble," he said, handing over an envelope with a photo of Jinyoung.

'It's time to stop playing honestly,' he thought. He glanced again at the photograph which jinyoung held with trembling hands, and his face was an unreadable mask.

"Let's go" he put his arms around Jinyoung's shoulders, and headed for the exit. "I think we've been at the club in a long time ago" 

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In Time Things Grow

A fic inspired by my gardening today as well as a few childhood memories. Hope you like it 😘

In this fic you have a few thoughts about plants.

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You never had a green thumb. Your father had been able to grow and take care of anything, and from what you had heard from your father was that your mother had been a skilled florist. Sure, it could've been expected that you would have been a natural gardener, but you tended to kill everything you touched. It explained why your backyard had become a wasteland fit only for rocks and crabgrass. “It would've broken my dad's heart if he saw this.” you confessed as you looked over your yard which had at one point been full of the best blooms on this side of the county.

“None of this is y-your fault.”

“Of course it is. All that time my dad tried to teach me and how it all worked, I had allowed it to slip past my head in favor of my video games. This is the consequence of my negligence and incompetence.”

“Y-you kept the lilies alive.” he encouraged, pointing towards the random bloom in the leftmost corner of the yard. “It's only because they're the hard to kill hybrid you made. Face it,” you sighed, kicking a rock out of the way. “I'm not fit to be called a master gardeners daughter, and neither am I worthy of stepping into your conservatory.”

“D-don't say that.”

“I know I shouldn't, but I sometimes mourn for what used to be here. Probably not the best thing to do, but I can't help it because I know it's true.”

Wrapping an arm about your waist, he said softly. “It's never t-t-too late to learn. I can teach you if you'd like.”

“You tried to before. What'll make this time different? The timing? The urgency?”

“I'm not entirely sure,” he admitted. “but I-I know one thing: that y-you want to. And that m-mi corazón is the first step.”

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Zeta-7 had demonstrated how to cut crossover branches and hangover branches before, but instead of doing what you had been taught, you in turn destroyed, almost desecrated the perfect loveliness of a once overgrown rosemary bush, mutilated a hibiscus, and hacked away at some English ivy. He had been patient, and puttered around, checking on you every so often, but when you realized that the pile of cuttings all over the floor had been your doing, you dropped the pruning shears and apologized. “I'm so sorry. I can't believe I cut all that. Why didn't you stop me?”

Setting down his watering can, he confessed with a warm, sincere fondness, “You - you looked almost entranced. I didn't want t-to interrupt.”

It hadn't necessarily felt that way, but you did feel a certain freedom as well as responsibility when you cut away stems and branches, and they would fall around you. “I don't know, but I haven't killed them have I?”

“N-no, they'll be fine. You see, all of these are easy t-to grow from cuttings. So, in a-a sense, you did me a favor because I'll have more plants to care for soon. Isn't that neat?”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Like, y-you see this? The rosemary had become woody, but now it should - should be alright. It'll have a chance t-t-to thrive again and won't be bitter. This particular hibiscus needed t-t-to be cut back in order to encourage blooming and new growth. And well, the English ivy needed t-t-to be repotted since it had outgrown its current container. Good job princess,” Zeta-7 complimented as he pressed a sweet kiss on your temple. “I'm - I'm proud of you.”

“Rick, you really are too forgiving. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing or that I'd ever know. Maybe this was a mistake.”

“Gosh, it wasn't a mistake, but a-a happy accident. I know you'll get a feel for it. I can see it in your eyes how much y-you really want to understand. I ugh - I remember a time when everything I took care of would die.”

With this, a far off look came over him and reminiscence took place. Happy, sorrowful, and resigned thoughts, as well as flutters of acceptance, passed over him as he took your hand in his and lead you over towards the couch. He took a seat, and so did you. After a few minutes of silence, he explained. “As a-a kid, I used to get cuttings from around town and I-I had a little corner of the yard dedicated to my personal, childish garden. One of my issues was overwatering, and another was forgetting t-to water, but with practice, I got better. I grew beans, pigeon peas and whatever I-I could get my hands on. I had to do plenty of research when there was something I-I didn't understand and y-y-you can't believe how much trial and error it took before I could keep seedlings alive, but it - I wouldn't have all this today if I-I-I-I never gave it a try. Currently, all this is still a-a work in progress and so am I, but it makes me happy, just like you do.”

“But you're a genius. I find it hard to believe that you'd have any trouble.”

“I'm glad y-you think so, but I'm - there are still many things I-I don't know, but that's only half the fun: the learning part. I hope t-t-to keep learning as much as I can so that one day all of this will be ours and,” he blushed, his voice almost a whisper. “to our family.”

You said nothing after this, but you nodded and helped him pick up all the cuttings. Some of it went towards the compost pile, and other pieces he either stuck into some pots or into jars full of water. You noticed that there were jars with herbs, which were growing without an issue, and others which had labels with dates on them. One of them was dated a few weeks ago, but the cutting in that jar didn't look any different or appeared to have any growth. You wondered what had happened with this one, but Zeta-7 answered before you could ask. “Sometimes, it ugh - it takes a little time. It could take days, and other times it could take months, but it'll grow.”

Hmm, perhaps it would, and one day you would too. Although it'll take some time, you weren't going to give up, because you knew Rick wouldn't. And turning round to face him, you smiled up at the face which gave you hope. “So it will,” you softened. “and I can't wait.”

Fin