#omg I just realized something another memory I forgot she once put like a little ask out/confession note in my locker coz I was like

[romantically-yours]

Thinking about that time in 6th when me and my friend at the time were just casually talking about how oh when we grow up we should just move to the French countryside together

[bitchassbucky]

Ｂａｃｋ Ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ (Ｓａｍ Ｗｉｌｓｏｎ ｘ Ｆ!Ｒｅａｄｅｒ)

📎Word Count: 1.5k

📎Warning/s: some heckin’ words. Bucky’s in this, he’s a bit annoying (affectionately) <3 MINORS DNI.

📎A/N: omg my first Sam fic! i wanna thank my boo @babyboibucky for enabling me hsakjdhak ily! this is for you, bee!

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

📎 Follow the story: Back To You, Dimples, Inked

“Are you even listening to me?” Bucky says, annoyed that Sam has been looking down on his phone, remotely giving attention to their conversation.

Sam grins, fingers dancing over the keyboard on the screen, “Yeah, yeah. Something about motel rooms—or beds.”

“I said that they gave us two beds in one room,” the former spots their door number, quickly walking to it. The tactical bag swinging over his cybernetic arm freely.

The night was warm, the air blew the ocean mist towards the town. The parking lot is empty save for a black sedan that’s already been through a lot. They chose to stay low instead of getting a room at a decent hotel close by–something about them not likening the crowd.

Once inside, both men cleared the room in 30 seconds flat. The window opens out, the door stays closed and locked. The TV has to be on but kept on low volume. The beds are made, it’s clean; beats the flat beds on the plane.

Sam throws his bag over to the bed closest to the window, calling dibs. “Hey, you got headphones?” He asks.

“No,” Bucky answers, settling his things below the foot of the bed, “why?” He catches Sam again smiling giddily over something, “what you got a girl there or something?” 

“It’s none of your business,” Sam retorts, quirking his eyebrow upwards, “well? Do you have headphones?”

“If you listened to me, you would’ve heard me say ‘no.’”

Bucky should’ve had brought headphones. Sam has been droning on and on with a ‘friend’ over on a video call.

Not that he’s eavesdropping and nosy but he saw how Sam lit up when a voice came in from his phone.

“Hey, Sammy! I finally get to see your face.” You say, your voice crackling over Sam’s speakers, “am I on speaker right now?”

Sam smiles, focusing on your background and seeing pictures and posters plastered on the wall, “oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot my earphones somewhere.”

“What? Old man Barnes rubbing off on you?” You laugh, your glasses reflecting your laptop’s screen. Your joke sending Sam into a laughing fit.

“You know he’s in the room, right?” Sam clarifies as he turns the camera to Bucky, much to the former’s dismay. But despite himself, Bucky waves to the camera.

“Heard a lot about you, Barnes! Hope you’re ready for frequent bathroom trips from this one.”

Sam faces you again, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes, “Shut up or I’m gonna drop the call.”

You quickly send him an emoji via text, Sam rolling his eyes as you giggle. “Anyway, since you can’t join in on the fun, you’ll be my audience tonight.”

Sam gives you a confused look, a hint of crease appearing between his brows. “Tonight? What’s tonight?”

A fake gasp and an overdramatic show of hurt had him chuckling, “You already forgot the karaoke night you promised me, didn’t you?”

He grins apologetically and looks at the camera, as if looking into your eyes, “I’m sorry. Been busy these past few weeks.”

You smile softly, the imagery giving Sam a burst of butterflies in his tummy, “it’s okay. I was just being dramatic. I got that from you, you know.”

You are not a good singer. But you confidently belt out the highest of notes like one. Complete with hand gestures, you hold out the last note of the song.

“Thank you,” you bow down to your imaginary crowd off-camera, “I’ll be here all night.”

“On god, please don’t,” Sam interjects with a tender smile and soft eyes.

“Sammy!” Your eyes glazing over your screen, a deep pang of homesickness hitting you, “I missed this. I missed you.”

He nods, his lips pressed tightly as he tries to find the words to respond, “I missed you too, bub.” 

A soft note of a love song sounds over your speaker, traveling to his, “you love this song.”

Sam nods, reminiscing the moments he had with you during college. The one time you almost kissed—where are these memories and feelings coming from?! “Yeah, and---”

The doorbell rings on your end. Your eyes glinting as you stand up. Food delivery!

“Hold that thought, Sammy. My food’s here,” you say, your voice faint as you’re practically halfway through the door.

“She is a god-awful singer,” Bucky expresses, “but you love her, don’t you?”

“What?” Sam quickly taps a button on his screen—stupid Bucky and his stupid mouth. He covers his phone’s mouthpiece as if that could help, “shut the hell up.”

Sam’s changed demeanor confirms Bucky’s growing suspicion, “so you do love her!”

The latter glances at the empty screen, hoping you didn’t hear anything. Or maybe, he does?

The only sign of life from your end is the sound of various utensils cluttering and a metal bowl falling to the floor, making both men wince at the sudden noise.

Sam lowers the volume of his phone, facing Bucky from their respective beds.

“Shit,” Sam exclaims, running a hand over his handsome face, “maybe I do.”

This time, he finally lets himself go through the memories you made together before he left for the military.

The coffee dates, the late-night calls, the breakfast hangouts, the study sessions. You light up even the most boring of things. The texture of your skin, the sound of your laugh, the twinkle in your eyes bring Sam into a warm place.

You make him feel enough. You see him through and through.

Oh shit, he is in love with you.

Bucky just looks at him, boring holes in his face, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You really just realized, just now?” Sam’s not sure if it’s a rhetorical question.

“The way you talk about her. The way you talk to her. You see her and the things she like everywhere we go and you realize it just now?” So, it is a rhetorical question.

The revelation leaves Sam amused but unable to form words, “I… Do–I do love her. I’m in love with my best friend.”

A silent beat drops in the room—save for the faint hello? coming from Sam’s phone.

Ah, fuck.

Bucky put on his jacket planning to head out (to the motel’s ice machine) to give you two privacy. He bids Sam good luck and you a good night before walking towards the door.

As soon as the door shuts, Sam increases the volume on his phone again.

“Sam?” You call out, “I can’t see you, your cam’s off.”

In panic, he realizes that he tapped the wrong button—maybe Old Man Barnes had rubbed off on him.

You smile and sat up a little bit straighter when his face lights up your screen again.

“So… how much did you hear about the whole thing?” Sam wants to tread carefully around the subject, the first time he feels uncomfortable opening up to you.

He fully expects you to dismiss the topic, turn in for the night, and leave him lamenting about his feelings. And he’s somehow okay with it.

“Kinda, everything.” You confess, there’s nothing holding you back now, “I, you know-- I’m glad you got ‘round it. Even if it took you years.”

Another pin drops inside Sam’s head, “what do you mean?”

“Look, I confessed to you before we graduated but you never acknowledged it. So, I never brought it up again.” Even miles apart, Sam’s presence was around you. The bracelet he gave you during junior year, his favorite mug you borrowed from him, a ton of his shirts and hoodies that he gave to you before moving out after graduation. 

“You confessed to me? When?” Sam racks his brain for the smallest of details, for the quietest of whispers.

“I wrote you a letter. Remember? I slipped it under your door after finals week.”

After all these years, Sam never quite found out who wrote him that letter, “you never signed it.”

Sam didn’t expect you to laugh, to double over such a serious conversation, “dude, I did, I signed it. Why would I send you a deep proclamation of love without signing it?”

“It was written on pink paper, right? I still have it. You wanna bet that you don’t have your name on it?”

Your eyes widen in embarrassment, heat creeping up your cheeks, “oh my god, are you serious? I didn’t sign it?”

Sam laughs softly, his eyes crinkling the same way. There are lines decorating his eyes but he was still your Sam.

“No, ma’am.” He declares, the air somehow lighter now, “if you did, I would’ve said something.”

A hum escapes your lips, curling into a gentle smile, “good to know.”

The comfortable silence envelops the room, years of yearning and pining finally coming to end.

“Hey, after this mission - I was thinking if you want to go out. Catch up and you know, finally, talk in person.” Sam asks, there’s still a tiny voice inside his head not believing the talk that had transpired.

“I’d love that, Sam.”

The sentiment crashes and closes in on itself as Bucky barges into the room, holding a bucket of ice in one hand and a pack of beer in the other, “congratulations, idiots.”

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (5)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: cursing, mom being a dick :/, accidental peeping eyes, jealous draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: omg, i had to rewrite this WHOLE THING again. but now i know to write things in my google docs first

(gif cred)

Everyone at the table was silent. Your mother sat processing what had just occurred moments ago. I practice, too. You always wondered why your brother never talked too much about her whenever you were on long phone calls with him. He was pretty vague about Stephanie, and now you knew why.

Actually, it made complete sense as to why he didn't tell your mom about Stephanie being a practicing witch, but you? That was what really confused you.

“So,” you decided to break the silence, “how long have you practiced?”

Stephanie had an excited glimmer in her eyes when you asked. “I'm still a baby, I started earlier this year.” Something about her aura was soothing and pure. You scooted your chair closer to her and continued your conversation. “So you’re a Wiccan? Or do you practice something else?”

“I practice Gardnerian Wicca,” she declared. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your mother holding back a scoff. Surely she was thinking Why the hell is she encouraging this?

The ding of the oven sounded like church bells to her as it gave her an excuse to leave the room and focus on anything else. The situation was quite hysterical. But questions were in order. As Stephanie left to use your bathroom, you pulled your brother aside. “Dude, why the hell didn’t you tell me anything?”

He flinched away from your hand and started massaging the pain away from your grip, “I didn’t think it was my business to tell.”

“But you told her about me?” You asked with crossed arms. Your brother’s logic was lacking. “It… might’ve slipped, but I only told her after she told me that she’s a witch. I don’t go around campus saying ‘Hey, I’m Y/B/N Y/L/N. I’m a communications major and y’know what? My sister’s a witch.’” You weren’t upset that he told his girlfriend about you. You weren’t ashamed at all. And you weren’t really upset that he didn’t talk to you about her. Because, in a sense, he’s right.

But you like being dramatic, so you figured that while you've got your brother in your house you’d act like a petty sister. “Whatever, man. But you could’ve told Mom beforehand,” you scolded with your arms crossed. He had a scoff in his laugh, “Tell Mom? We’re thinking of the same person, right? You know she would freak.”

“She’s freaking out right now! I’d have rather her freak out earlier before she made my house look like some stupid picture in a Martha Stewart kitchen advertisement,” you whisper yelled. To think that your house could have looked as it normally did annoyed you. Grandma’s tapestry you whined internally.

Stephanie found you two in your hallway and froze in an awkward stance, “Is everything okay?” You and your brother put on your best smiles. “Yeah, just wanted to see how my baby bro is doing,” you reached up to pinch his cheeks to which he swatted you hand away. It started a playful fight that made your guest laugh in amusement. The sound of your mother announcing that dinner was ready brought the little fight to a halt. “I’ll beat your ass later,” you challenged him, fingers doing an ‘I’ve got my eyes on you’ movement.

—

He couldn't believe it.

Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini stood at his doorstep with their bags. Theo had his wand pointed out with confetti spurting out the tip. “Surprise!” he yelled.

Draco pulled them in quickly and nearly sprained his neck as he looked around to make sure no one saw his friend. “What part of 'muggle neighbors’ did you not understand” he scolded.

“Oh shit, sorry mate. I forgot.” Theo scratched the back of his head. He then glared at Blaise knowing that with his brilliant memory, he let Theo make a big mess of things. Theoretically and literally. An enchanted broom swept up the confetti on the floor.

“What are you guys doing here, I wasn’t expecting you two for another week?” Draco asked as he pulled each wizard in for a welcoming hug.

“Merlin, mate. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re disappointed to see us,” Blaise teased.

“That's not what I meant and you know that. I’m happy… just surprised.” The blond wasn't isn't used to showing this kind of side to himself. “What brings you two here early?”

“Have you ever known Theo to be patient for anything? Bloody git nearly dragged me out in the middle of work,” Blaise expressed. The Slytherin trio laughed as the two friends followed Draco through his new home. “Well, here’s the guest room. Set your things down and I’ll grab some drinks.”

For the first time since getting his phone and learning about take-out, Draco had ordered a couple pizzas to be delivered. Blaise and Theo were genuinely impressed by the whole thing. “Muggles sure do think of everything,” Theo observed.

“Almost shocked that Malfoy here adapted pretty well to them,” Blaise had a smirk on his lips before stuffing his mouth with his first ever slice. “Salazar, this is amazing.” Draco raised his eyebrows in agreement. The three men sat in the living room eating and caught up with each other.

The night was filled with laughter and tipsy hiccups. It was arguably Draco’s best night since he first moved to America. He hadn’t realized how much he missed their shenanigans since Hogwarts before it all went to shit thanks to a certain Dark Lord. He was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for them to meet his new friends.

In the middle of their laughter, Theo was seen squinting his eyes in a direction, “Oi mate, who’s that?” The two others followed his eyes which looked out a window. Sort of blurry due to the alcohol, Draco leaned forward to focus on what it was Theo was talking about.

When his vision cleared, he saw some heads moving around. And… arms flinging about? The sight was strange to say the least. Draco didn't exactly know what was going on, he watched as you stood in your living room in front of who he recognized as your mother. Sitting on your couch was some woman, and in between you and your mother was some guy.

“Is that the muggle neighbor you told me about?” Blaise observed.

“Yeah, and her mum. Don’t know the others, though.” Draco stated. He shrugged his shoulders and sat in a comfortable position. Blaise continued to look at the weird scene next door. The only pieces he could put together was that you definitely weren’t happy and neither was your mother. “She’s kinda fit, don’t you think?”

“No,” Draco didn’t hesitate to answer. His irritated voice was indication enough to not press on the matter more. And seeing as it was their first night in America, Blaise didn’t want to risk getting hexed before bed.

Draco looked at the clock on the wall which read 10:57 pm. “Shit,” he whispered. “I’m turning in. I have a meeting in the morning.” Theo was already passed out on the soft couch and Blaise walked himself to the guest room to claim the bigger bed. Once in his room, Draco chugged a bottle of water that was on his nightstand and went to sleep.

—

She finally went home. After the huge fight that broke out after dinner, your mother grabbed her things and left. Poor Stephanie had witnessed the mess and regretted coming. As much as she was glad to finally meet a fellow practicing witch, she underestimated your mother entirely.

It actually surprised you that your mother acted in such ways. Growing up, your mom never really made too much of a fuss of your Craft. But just out of nowhere, she’s making comments of this and making complaints of that. You wanted to forget Thanksgiving night all together.

Currently, you were pacing in your kitchen debating on whether or not to call Stephanie and make sure she was alright. She was nothing but sweet and kind. Didn't deserve to come home with your brother and have some woman blow up. Your mother hit some random nerve in the middle of your conversation that you carried on about what Steph’s practice consisted of and yelled about her whole family getting full of ‘damn weirdos’.

The best thing to come out of it was that you were able to bring back all your original decorations and stored all the stuff your mother bought in the garage.

Thinking about it started to give you a migraine. You walked to your bathroom and started to fill the tub with the hottest water you could take. As it filled, you went to the comfort of your room and undressed. You opted out on bath salts and oils; just the warmth of the water would be enough to settle your nerves.

Before you could remove your bra, you felt a weird shiver up your spine. Something in the air made you feel tense. You wanted to assume that it was negative energy that your mother left behind, but it felt different than that. No, you felt a presence in your home. Or worse, from somewhere else.

You turned around and widened your eyes in horror. A man that you didn’t know nor have ever seen before looks at you from the window of your neighbor, Draco’s room. As soon as it processed to him that you were looking back, he quickly shut the curtains again. At that moment, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you forgot to shut your blinds.

You sat in your bathtub still shocked that a complete stranger almost saw you naked. Had you even gone further a couple seconds or ignored your instincts, he could have seen everything. You dunk your head into the water and scream under it. This day can’t get worse you thought.

But oh, how it can. You performed your house cleansing spell and as soon as you set the censor dish down, the doorbell rang. You opened the door and was face to face with the same man who saw you. “Hello,’ he said. You recognized the accent, how it sounded like Draco’s.

Shyly, you nodded your head and said a soft ‘hi’.

“Listen, I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for… for what happened,” presumably Draco’s friend apologized.You stood there a bit shocked and flustered. “I swear I’m not a bloody pervert. Mate doesn't have any light in his room so I’d thought I’d do him a favor. Guess that didn't turn out so well,” he sheepishly chuckled. It made you laugh as well. It was decided that it was just an honest mistake.

“It’s okay. I should’ve closed my curtains so I guess it goes both ways,” a blush was spread across your cheeks. The more you looked at him, the more you studied his gorgeous features. “I’m Y/N. You must be Draco’s friend,” you extended your hand out for him to shake. He took it in his and you nearly melted into his smooth skin.

“Yes, I am. I’m Blaise.”

—

Draco returned home with a pounding headache and stiff neck. He had never felt more tired than he did in this moment. He saw Theo sitting on his couch reading the Daily Prophet with one hand and holding a cup of tea in the other. It was funny to Draco because he explicitly remembers Theo promising that he would never become his father who did this exact thing.

Looking around his surroundings, he noticed how his other best friend wasn’t around. “Where’s Zabini?”

“I think he went out for a walk,” Theo guessed. “Think he’s been gone for about an hour now that I think about it.” He put his paper down and mirrored the look of curiosity that was also on Draco’s face. Seconds later, the devil himself walked into Draco’s home. The look on his face was the same he had back in Hogwarts. A look Draco and Theo knew all too well.

“How? Actually no, scratch that. Who?” Theo pressed on instantly. Draco was also interested as to how Blaise somehow seduced a woman a day into his vacation in the foreign country. “You gits really want to know who?” They both nodded. He stood hesitantly but kept the smirk on his face, “Your muggle neighbor, Y/N.”

Theo stood up and gave Blaise a high-five, “You still got the magic touch I see.”

“Please never say that again,” Blaise sighed. He went on to explain everything that just happened, how he accidentally saw you, how he went over and how you invited him in for coffee and talked for about an hour. Well, mainly flirted. Then he talked about how he acted coy and wanted to know whatever was nice in town and when you told him about a French restaurant uptown, he used it as a way to ask you on a date.

Blaise was explaining everything, but it all sounded quiet to Draco. He couldn’t hear a word out of his friends mouth after he said your name.

“Mate, you alright? You look pale,” Blaise looked concerned.

Draco snapped out of it and lied through his teeth, “I’m fine. Just tired and slightly hungover is all.” Lie? Why would I be lying about this? Wait… why am I lying about this?

“Oh, well I can make the thing my mum makes for hangovers if you’d like,” Theo offered.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just get some rest.” Draco walked to his bedroom and removed the necktie around his collar. As he walked in, he saw how his curtain wasn’t fully closed. He opened it slightly and as he looked across, he saw you sitting in a chair in your bedroom. You seemed to have been in a haze before you looked up and met your eyes with his. You waved gently and Draco, as he always does now, nodded his head and closed the curtains.

This can’t be real.

—

next chp

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[hajimeow-archived]

Yo Hajime talk abt ur kin mems

since there were no specifications on which ones i am going to start from the beginning and go where my brain takes me from there. they're all gonna be for hajime bc i physically cannot think about my other memories anymore jsyk

also! this ended up being so long i had to put a cut. i will not be apologizing because i feel no remorse.

so first the basic stuff, i remember having a med skin tone and a FUCK ton of freckles like those motherfuckers were everywhere i had skin. also i was 5'7 i think?? or 5'6. i still can't remember exactly but it's something like that. i was also alloaro, some form of mlm, unfortunately cis, and autistic and probably had some other stuff like adhd or depression or whatever but i forgot. also i was kinda muscle-y but also chubby at the same time. and i had light green eyes. basically i was fanon hajime JSJSKDJDKS

and i was going over the wiki recently and my personality was EXACTLY how they described it like i'm genuinely surprised they got it so accurate

i don't remember much pre-game and post game, most of my memories are in game but i do remember pre game chiaki really well, honestly i rly miss her :( she would always reassure me that i didn't need a talent and i never even cared when she beat me in games cus just simply playing them with her was so fun .,.,,;:,,...,,!:&:&:jsjdjskskck</3

anyways. in game. ok. i'm gonna skip over memories where i just know feelings and not specific things like strong feelings or ppl saying stuff or else this would be so long. also obvious sdr2 spoilers

so i remember the party & blackout in the beginning of the game pretty clearly. i was mostly just standing alone in the corner and watching everyone have fun, but it was really freeing to see the others able to enjoy themselves in such pressing circumstances. then the blackout-- it was kinda like all that happiness going away and the dread and denial immediately setting in .

anyways i remember like panicking and wanting to cry when i lifted the table cloth cus i really liked twogami. i'm p sure i did end up crying cus i really liked them for their realism and leadership skills, and the realization that one of us killed them and that the killing game was actually real etc etc

anyway i don't remember much from the investigation or trial besides being really freaked out when nagito basically admitted to being the killer n stuff, and pretty much all the body discoveries after that (besides ch 5) we're just like "ah shit here we go again" but i do remember mikans trial really freaking me out when she just straight up shifted completely, and i also remember being really proud of fuyuhiko for putting his walls down a bit and deciding to help everyone out while the despair disease was going around

anyway enough of the boring stuff, i spent basically all my free time with komaeda, chiaki and mikan (in order of frequency) and with mikan i mostly listened to her talk about medical stuff and i comforted her when she needed to vent, but i didn't hang out with her much because the constant apologizing n stuff started to bother me since i really liked seeing her happy. chiaki i would mostly play games with and we wouldn't talk much, but she gave me a really strong sense of familiarity like when we played games together it gave me a shit ton of deja vu

AND i've already talked a lot about komaeda but idc i'm doing it again. so we started talking cus of him waking me up on the beach obvs and i was pretty attached right off the bat, but i stopped talking to him for awhile because the way he acted in the first trial REALLY scared me so i just got a pit in my stomach even being around him

but he was the one who started approaching me first, i'm guessing since he couldn't rly sense anything was wrong he just kinda picked things up where they left off and started talking w me at breakfast n stuff and it was pretty weird at first, but i wanted to give him a chance and didn't wanna be rude so i accepted offers to hang out in his cottage n stuff

i remember he has surgery scars tho and i'm rly mad ppl don't draw him with any!! i think he had about 5 and i don't remember all of them but i know one was a skin graft on his leg and the one on his side/stomach that i touched wassssss for appendix removal maybe???? mmmm i'm not too sure about that one tho

also !!!! his death. hoooooly shit. ok so yunno the despair that junko always talks about ?????? yeah <3!! i remember like once i saw his body and took the reality in i just. straight up could NOT stand i like fell to my knees and jsut . cried. like i had no thoughts my head was so full that it was empty i just kinda sat there and silent cried while chiaki stood next to me it was so awful dude

later while investigating n stuff i felt really bad ab how i treated him and thought about him, and i thought a lot about our last interaction. it was the first time i had ever approached him myself cus usually he'd come to me. i was gonna hang out with chiaki but i wanted to check up on him first, so i did and he told me to go hang out with the others and i just. knew something terrible was about to happen.

OH AND THE FUNHOUSE OMG ok i literally. i usually didn't mind being around komaeda like he was chill most of the time when he wasn't ranting about hope but when he was acting like such a bitch in the funhouse i wanted to punch his stupid twink ass so bad like...... what BUSINESS does this dude have being such an asshole. he doesn't even know what face wash is. what the fuck. which is another fun fact! komaeda did shower every so often which is why he didn't smell that bad but his skin was always so dry cus he didn't know how to actually wash right and do proper skincare so he just washed his face w soap and left it like that

also he didn't need to cut his nails cus they were so brittle they would just break off on their own <3 plus he had a nail biting habit so they just never grew ever

OH AND THIS IS THE SADDEST THING i remember feeling so bad for this man bc i would like put my hand on his shoulder and he would lean into it. i mean i'd tap his shoulder for a SECOND and girl when i let go hed be lowkey so sad i could just sense it like??????dude he needed a hug SSO BAD like when i hugged him in my cuddling memory he was like holding on for dear life but also was like "u dOnT hAvE tO tOuCh TrAsH LiKe mE hAjImE" like dude it was the saddest shit. i want to hug him forever. like what the fuck what the fuck!!!!!!!!!

also a thing hed do when he started ranting ab hope n shit like he would just go on and on and yunno that one sprite where he's hugging himself yeah he literally did that shit. also sometimes hed just stare dead at me and start backing me into a corner ((ish-- we were usually sitting somewhere but he mostly just got super close to me) and it was the scariest shit i. bro if i saw him like that on the streets i'd return him to the mental hospital like i can remember it somewhat vividly and that shit was TERRIFYING i mean obvs after i shoved him away and told him to cool it he'd apologize and go back to the way he was but jeez dude ....

also a little fun fact the only reason i really kept hanging out with him (i had a few ofc but this was the most prominent) is cus he was hot in my stupid monkey brain. yes that's it. like that's literally pretty much it. i hate admitting it but this post is SO fucking long i doubt anyone's gonna read it anyway so i'm admitting it now lol

anyway i hope u enjoyed :) i'm glad u asked btw! i'm sure you regret it though!

[ladylillianrose]

Thoughts on Episode 11 (take 2):

SPOILERS BELOW!!

Alright I’ll get this out there right now…OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! AHHHHHHHH!!! ASDFGHJKL!!!

I haven’t fangirl squeed like this since the Max/Zoey moments in Episode 12 (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist)!!

*deep breaths* okay I’m calm….for the moment.

I’ll go into everything else before I touch on Serkan and Eda.

I really really really hate how Selin treats Ferit, he deserves better, someone who truly loves him. Honestly I’m kind of hoping he will decide to leave Selin at the altar. A man can only be ignored for another man so many times before he’s done!

Ayfer’s reaction to the contract is a bit over the top, granted she didn’t have all the facts, but still it’s not as though they eloped and are actually married. Especially because she is now deceiving Eda with the scholarship money, which we all know Eda will find out the truth about.

Aydan’s talk with Eda is not terribly surprising all things considered. Yes they’ve grown close and Eda has helped them all, but Aydan is not a woman who embraces change. Selin is the model wife for Serkan, she will listen to whatever Aydan says and wants (something Eda does not do), and because Serkan is not in love with Selin their marriage should ve “safe” from heartaches. Aydan wants to keep her only child close and to protect him from the world, even at the cost of losing the woman he loves.

I’m glad all the girls know the truth now, it was hard for Eda to deceive everyone, though in the end she wasn’t acting anymore, she does love Serkan. But it was causing a strain on the friendship so I’m pleased that they all made up.

I love Eda and Leyla’s relationship. Eda has helped Leyla grow and Leyla has gotten easier and I’m 100% here for sassy/snarky Leyla!

I really do love Engin, he’s just so sweet but clueless when it comes to the women in his life.

So I realized writing my last post that Engin is in a similar situation to Sekan with the two women in his life. On the one hand there is the woman who they’ve known, worked with a d been friends with for years, who has feelings for them (Piril/Selin). And on the other you have the newcomer who helps pull them out of their shell, gets to know the real them outside of work (Engin claims to have a life outside of work, but we have yet to see proof if it), and they are so different from the other women in their lives like a breath of fresh air (Ceren/Eda).

I hope that Engin forgives Ceren because I like them together, they’re adorable and sweet together.

Alptekin’s bombshell, wow, I mean WOW! It definitely sheds light onto why Eda doesn’t want her grandmother’s money. They say the money is Eda’s by right, which it would be since she lost both her parents. It would also explain why Eda and her grandmother do not speak, Eda would see taking the money as a betrayal to her parent’s memories. If Alptekin covered it all up, he would have paid an exorbitant amount of money to the family to keep it from being investigated or in the news (something neither family would want as it would be unseemly). Eda views the money as blood/hush money, gotten at the cost of her parent’s lives, so she wants no part of it. I think this will make the fact that Ayfer went to her mother for the money for Eda, a bigger issue for Eda, with Ayfer going behind her back against her wishes.

The way Ayfer insists that Eda have nothing to do with any of the Bolat’s makes me wonder if she knows that the holding is responsible for the death of Eda’s parents and that Alptekin is the one who arranged to have it covered up.

Now onto our favorite couple!!

The interlocked hands and cheek kiss in front of Selin and Ferit were just so natural, they both forgot that they were just playing parts.🥰🥰

Telling Serkan’s fortune with the song? Oh yes most assuredly, and of course now we have the reason for the show name (apparently it is also Piril’s actress doing the singing, which is lovely and awesome)

I love Ceren and Engin offering advice and the parallel shots/dialogue. Engin is really trying to get Serkan to realise that Eda does love him!

Ugh and the sleeping on “their” sides of the bed with the picture and guitar pick?😭😭😭 Also I love that the picture is from when they had to “make up” after a “fight” on the balcony while the girls listened in. You know Melo was the one to take the picture, print it out and give it to him (I love her and Serkan’s relationship!)

Lmao at the watch coming back! Always beeping around Eda, despite his claims that the watch is broken he still wears it 🤣🤣😉

The doctor’s rose house and story were so lovely and beautiful. That is totally going to be their home together, he had her designing the house and gardens to what she would want. She even said she would want to live in a house like that (so would I!). He could use it once it’s all fixed as the place to truly propose!🥰🥰🥰

Serkan desperately trying to keep Eda at his side in the office. He’s just so sure that she wants to get away from him because she doesn’t like him. 🥺🥺🥺

Bless Seyfi for always looking out for team Edser! He knows who and what Serkan needs! (If this was Shakespeare, Seyfi would be Robin Goodfellow/Puck bringingnour lovers together). And Eda dropping everything to be at his side.

Also Eda telling Selin she would stay with him, despite Selin saying that Serkan likes to be alone when he is sick. Selin may have known him for longer, but she only knows the facade that Serkan puts up to keep people at a distance. Eda knows the real Serkan, he trusts her and is open with her in a way he isn’t with anyone else.

Telling one another’s fortunes with pages from The Little Prince was so sweet (made me want to go back and read it again since it’s been at least 20 years since I last read it).

Serkan’s painful memories 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺. My heart aches for him so. I feel for the whole family, but he was so young and he needed love and support, but instead was sent away. It sheds light on why he’s so reserved with his emotions and trust, and I hope he will be able to share the whole story with Eda (and us) someday.

“Eda do not leave me.” “I’ll go too. Wherever you want.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰 Serkan is so vulnerable here. And of course he doesn’t remember any of it until it’s almost too late!!!

Eda telling Selin the truth, ugh my heart 💔💔💔. And then looking like she might faint from the stress and heartbreak of it (though she’s fainted less and less with Serkan around to help with her anxiety/stress, though he has caused his fair share too!)

I was wondering when we would get to see Sirius again! Sweet boy just wants Mom and Dad to be happy together. And Serkan trying to use Sirius as an excuse to see Eda again😭😭😭

Serkan giving us a heart attack calling Selin to meet him. I don’t think he ever intended to say yes to Selin, he was just stalling for more time till he could come up with a different solution. I certainly hope Selin gets a bit of a backbone after this realizing that she needs to stop dropping everything for Serkan (even when it isn’t him doing the calling/asking).

Serkan making the taxi pullover, declaring that Eda is his bride, and taking charge!😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥 Serkan is always hot, but there is something about him taking control that is just 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵

Asking about packing flip flops in her suitcase because it is so light 🤣🤣🤣. Serkan mark my words she will get you in a pair of flip flops someday!

The confession🥰🥰🥰 so complete them, arguing, talking about how Serkan can’t get her out of his head! ❤❤

And finally a real kiss!!! All their other almost kisses (and the first kiss) are so charged with UST (which I love), but this one was so sweet, loving and romantic!😍😍😍😍

Now I’m off to watch the end of the episode and the fragman for 12 on repeat until next Wednesday!!

Alright I think that was everything I had written before. If not I’m sure I’ll add some random posts later lol.

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravendy and Lin whittle the time away. @lettersnorth

Cravendy Hound sits on the balcony with an assortment of knick knacks spread around her. All kinds of wood, with and without bark, as well as knives of different sizes and shapes. She takes in a deep breath as she leans back against the railing, practically melting in the warm sun. But no matter how relaxing this might be, little worries spring up like weeds in the back of her mind...will Lin join her today? Did she get her note, and will she know how to get here?

Cravendy Hound groans. Brain, hurry up and remember how to loosen up.

Aislinn North It had taken Aislinn a moment to work out Cravendy's note, particularly in regards to where she would be setting up. This balcony at the back of Heartwood's grounds was tucked away and unless a person frequented the spot it was easy to remember it existed at all. Barring that, the woman also had been juggling a lot recently, both in mind and body. Though things with Cravendy had smoothed out somewhat, 1/2

Aislinn North she held an inkling of nervous energy as she made her way out to the balcony. If anything, this should take her mind off other matters for a time. "Alright, then?" she asked as she arrived. "Almost forgot this existed." 2/2

Cravendy Hound jumps slightly on Lin’s approach, and then turns to watch as she steps up the ladder and onto the balcony. She blinks - what is there to be so cautious about? They’re here to enjoy the daylight and carve some wood, simple as that. Cravs nods to herself, and then tries to smile at the other woman. It looks more like she’s baring her fangs.

Cravendy Hound: “Nice place. Secluded, and the view is ‘ard to beat, though if the wind becomes too much we oughta pack up our things and move indoors. But it’s good right now.” She picks up a rod of wood and a knife, and begins to scrape away ribbons without a moment's hesitation. Then she remembers why Lin came. “......Oh, right. ‘Ere, let me show ye.”

Cravendy Hound hands Lin a piece of wood. “It’s pretty simple. Carve away from yer ‘ands, and go with or across the grain. Why don’t ye give it a shot?”

Aislinn North At Cravendy's insistence she leaned down and took the block of wood being offered. After a quick study of the tools the Seawolf had spread out, Aislinn picked up one of the work worn carving knives. It was obviously a well-used tool and therefore likely to be a good one by Aislinn's thinking. She watched Cravendy a moment and then, ever the mockingbird, began to emulate her. Needless to say, Cravendy made it look much easier than it was. 1/2

Aislinn North Aislinn's knife kept snagging but she was nothing if not patient. "What sort of things do you carve?" asked idly as she hacked away at her poor block of wood. 2/2

Cravendy Hound: “Mostly small figures, like birds. Sometimes eatin’ utensils, if I feel like makin’ somethin’ that’ll be of some use. I don’t really think about it until I’m ‘olding the wood and knife in my hand.” Cravs carefully digs into her piece again, whittling another curl of material away. So far, she was lacking in inspiration, but it was satisfying regardless.

Cravendy Hound eyes what Lin is doing to her block with a grimace, but doesn’t comment on it...directly. “Maybe ye can start with somethin’ simple. A spoon, or a ‘air pin?”

Aislinn North Aislinn paused, glancing at Cravendy over the rim of her glasses. "So you don't actually know what you're going to carve until you're already carving?" For someone like Lin, the idea that there were no blueprints, no schematics, no advanced planning was almost an anathema. In her experience going along with her intuition and acting in the moment only got her into trouble.

Aislinn North Better that everything be carefully thought out and planned for. The exception being, in the heat of a fight, of course. Even then a good strategist should be able to foresee most possibilities and plan for them.

Cravendy Hound: “Yeah,” she answers nonchalantly. It, of course, sometimes led to her sharpening the wood into a simple spike or creating something equally unplanned, but for her, the point was to go with the flow. Cravs looks at her half-carved piece of wood with a hum.

Cravendy Hound shrugs. “No right or wrong way about it. I wouldn’t think too ‘ard about it...and if ye mess up, the wood shavings make good firestarter.”

Aislinn North Right. Aislinn gamely continued on in her endeavor but it was clear the woman was better with a firearm than a blade. And as much as Cravendy said not to think too hard about it, Aislinn had already decided what would be the best course of action. "A spoon can't be too hard, right?" she murmured, almost to herself as she concentrated on trying to steer the knife smoothly down the block. A comfortable sort of quiet settled between the women as they worked.

(Cravendy Hound) fdskjlf for some reason...I'm imagining Lin's spoon to be dual purpose in some way )) (Cravendy Hound) spoon end, and...stabby end is a thought xD )) (Aislinn North) ((She'll end up inventing the spork in Eorzea)) (Cravendy Hound) omg yES ))

Cravendy Hound lifts her work-in-progress up to the light. The curves cut out from it remind her of a fish, and she decides to keep going with it. Without realizing it, she begins to sing - a whisper of a song that is almost lost in the wind. It starts and ends without ever registering in her memory, and afterwards she grins at Lin.

Cravendy Hound: “The woods are nice when they aren’t sendin’ bees or other nasty buggers yer way. Feels...too nice, sometimes. A salty old dog like me is used to a lot worse.”

Aislinn North Her head bent over her work, Aislinn is lost in the minute details of blade against wood until Cravendy's lilting song quietly fills the air. Blinking, she lifted her head in surprise. She never pegged the woman as the type to sing. Though now she wasn't exactly sure why that would be. Sailors sang all the time, didn't they? But what Cravendy said seemed to flummox her even more. "The woods sent bees after you?" she halted as the realization came to her. 1/2

Aislinn North "Ohh. The Shroud. Aye, it can be touchy." she ran a jerky blade down her block of wood once more. "What did you do? I mean, to annoy it?" she clarified. 2/2

Cravendy Hound sucks in air through gritted teeth, and a light blush spreads over her face. “Oh, I don’t know...ye know. The Elementals are very, uh, mysterious.” She then slices away at her wood and, flustered, accidentally takes off a large chunk of the fish’s tail. Damnit. It’s starting to look more like an eel.

Cravendy Hound: “Okay, I’ll come clean. Ye know ‘ow I was practicin’ my aim, but I kept ‘ittin’ the trees instead of the target? I kept doin’ that and...I mean, that could be it.” She presses her lips tightly together. “Maybe.”

Aislinn North: The roundabout answer had Aislinn suppressing a small smile. It sounded as though Cravendy knew exactly what she had done. Aislinn wasn't going to press the issue but she didn't have to, either. Her face lit with silent laughter in the light of Cravendy's confession. 1/2

Aislinn North "Aye, I may have done that once or twice. Learned my lesson though. If I'm going out there in the wilds and not to the range, I'll pack my stunning ammo and a little target node instead. Seems to annoy the Shroud less that way. Or. ..at least I haven't got chased out since doing it that way." she paused in her work and looked Cravendy over. "Glad to see you don't look any worse for wear though. Looks like it was just a polite warning." 2/2

Cravendy Hound grimaces further as she recalls the swarm of bugs and plants that chased her from Peacegarden all the way to Hrystmill. “To be ‘onest, I probably would’ve been carried off by the buggers and thrown into the sun if it weren’t for..er. What was ‘is name...” Cravs waves her knife around, as if the physical motion of twisting her wrist would get the cogs in her head going. “Uhh, some mailman who goes by ‘Windy’ or somethin’. He got the worst of it off my back.”

Cravendy Hound: “Stun ammo...I’ll ‘ave to find some for myself. Don’t want a repeat incident.”

Aislinn North Aislinn had to stop her carving. If she hadn't she was liable to slip and make a bloody mess of one of her fingers. Her shoulders shook from the effort to keep her laughter quiet and contained. "So. ..let me make sure I understand. You were chased off your target practice by a swarm of bees. And then. ..saved by a mailman named 'Windy'. Out in the wilds of the Shroud. A mailman." she could do little more than shake her head. 1/2

Aislinn North "You do seem to end up in the oddest situations, Cravendy." 2/2

(Cravendy Hound) aaahahha xD )) (Cravendy Hound) it's gonna be hilarious when everything snaps into place )) (Aislinn North) ((assuming it ever does. But yes! xD)) (Cravendy Hound) it will!!! I'll make sure of it xD ))

Cravendy Hound nibbles the bottom of her lip. It was...an approximately accurate retelling of what had happened. Ridiculous, but maybe the bees in her hair had rattled her brain and shuffled her memory around. Swiving elementals. “Guy was as stiff as a board, but would say wild things with such ease. Claimed that ‘e could outrun a chocobo. Funny bastard, ‘ope I find ‘im again.”

Cravendy Hound is done carving her fish...eel...thing. Looking at it, you can’t quite tell what it is, though the swirling lines criss crossing over the wood are pleasing enough. She puts it down with a sigh. “I’m a fish out of water ‘ere, but it beats bein’ in Limsa or Ul'dah by a long shot.”

Aislinn North "Snorted "Supposin' if he could, he'd be the kind of mailman you'd want." she glanced down at Cravendy's work. She couldn't rightly say what it was but it was malms ahead of whatever she herself was doing. She looked down at her lap and picked up the block again. "I'm not gonna argue with you about Ul'dah. Neither one of us needs to step foot there. And Limsa. ..I can see why you might be avoiding it." she paused briefly. 1/2

Aislinn North Her block was beginning to resemble some sort of rudimentary spatula of some sort. Perhaps one drawn by a child. "Gridania just takes some getting used to, is all. It's...different." she shook her head. "It's not my favorite place either but there's good things about it." 2/2

Cravendy Hound looks over at Lin’s work, and then searches the array of tools scattered on the deck for one that has a small, curved blade at the tip. She picks it up and offers it to Lin. “This one is better for carvin’ out a ‘ole...so yer spoon is more spoon, and less spatula.”

Cravendy Hound then returns to crossing her arms, looking into the distance with a scowl on her face. She tells herself that by avoiding Limsa, she does everyone else a favor. With everything that had happened...No one wanted to itch that wound open again. But the truth is that she’s scared of what she’ll find. She’s not ready, not yet. But back to Gridania. “......The drinks’re good ‘ere, and that’s all I can ask for.”

Aislinn North She set aside her knife and took the proffered tool. "Right." she eyed the curve of the blade and then set to work. "And you know. ..when the bees aren't chasing you it can be downright pleasant." there may have been a facetious note to Aislinn's voice. She looked over at Cravendy with a brief smile. "Today's not a bad day, anyroads." she waved her tool out over the view the balcony provided, the sound of the wide river rushing below them. 1/2

Aislinn North "But I know what you mean. The forest can feel. ..confining. Closed in. It's not the wide ocean and it certainly isn't Gyr Abania." 2/2

Cravendy Hound: “I’m not pleasant, I’m...” Cravs trails off, her fire blowing out as quickly as it had flared up. Her days as a rough and tumble pirate were long behind her, despite it feeling like it was just yesterday. She snorts. “Bah.”

Cravendy Hound: “Never been to Gyr Abania.” She peers over at Lin, an assumption hanging in the air. She was Ala Mhigan, she probably went there all the time, right? But then again, Cravs was a Sea Wolf avoiding Limsa like the plague. “It seems...dry?”

Aislinn North "Ahh." Aislinn thought she understood now. "Well, the Shroud isn't exactly pleasant either. It has it's moments. That's all. Can still turn on you if you're not careful." She set down her knife. Maybe she'd ought to take stock and pause for a moment. "Dry's a good word for it." she nodded. "Though I haven't been back for..." she paused. Not since going to see the monks. She glanced away as a sadness seemed to settle over her, one she took an effort to shake off. 1/2

Aislinn North "Well, it's been more than a few moons. There's rivers and such but still. ..it's a dry, hard, beautiful place." 2/2

Aislinn North: "Maybe we wander that way one day. Just for a change of scenery."

Cravendy Hound fidgets with the fish-eel figure in her hands. Was that sadness, or perhaps longing in Lin’s voice? She wasn’t sure, except for the fact that there was -something-. But as the sun sets over the mountains, Cravs decides that it’s time to head back in, where they could continue whittling the time away in comfortable silence by warm fires and a well-stocked kitchen.

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 23

I’m so sorry for missing last week! I forgot - honest mistake! You guys have been wanting to know what’s been inside (Y/N)’s package for so long, so I won’t keep you waiting any longer! I hope you enjoy chapter 23!

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(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

Out with the old and in with the new.

I think it’s time to redecorate my room and throw some things away. I haven’t really taken down any photos of me and Joel since the whole breakup but it’s been a long time coming.

I feel like I could hear his name now and no longer feel the need to cry. Yes, it still hurts, but it’s gotten easier for the simple fact that I haven’t seen him in months.

I know he’s sorry for what he did, but it still doesn’t change what happened. We’ve got our own lives to live and he’s obviously way too busy to be with someone. Besides, Johann has been a good friend to me in helping me get over him. It’s better this way… right?

Mi abuela once told me that if I can’t get someone out of my head, then maybe it’s because they’re supposed to be there. My heart still reaches out for him, but my head tells me to just let it go already.

Why must I be stuck in this dilemma?

I went straight to my closet and looked through clothes and shoes I didn’t want anymore. I need a wardrobe change anyways, so I’ll just buy something new next time I go out shopping. I folded them up and put them inside a box I had on top of my bed.

Victoria has been really hesitant to talk to me about Chris since he’s friends with Joel, but I keep telling her not to worry about me and that she can tell me anything and everything about the two of them.

Little by little, she’ll open up and tell me all about their late night talks and the things he has planned for them when he comes back home from tour.

It makes my heart smile at the thought of one of my best friends finding love in an unexpected place. It makes me wish that Joel and I were still together and on good terms, but I know that can’t happen.

I’m happy she found someone and I just hope that he’ll love her right.

I walked over to my little vanity and grabbed a spray bottle, watering the flowers Johann had brought to my house recently. Ever since my birthday, he’s been coming by with all sorts of gifts and new flowers every few weeks.

It’s sweet of him to do that and bring more pop of color into my home, but I don’t need flowers to know that he cares. I leaned down and took a whiff of the beautiful scent, bringing a small smile onto my face as I pulled away. They’re gorgeous.

I sighed and grabbed some old trinkets of mine and tossed them into the box. When I’m done clearing out the things I don’t want, I’ll just send these off to Goodwill. Someone out there will have a better use for it then I will.

I grabbed picture frames and laid them on the bed, getting ready to replace them with new and updated photos of me and my friends but I stopped once I saw a photo of me and Joel when we were at the carnival together.

I frowned and traced his face with my fingertip as I thought back to all of the good times we’ve had together.

None of it was fake for me. Nothing was just for pretend or some sort of game. It was real. My feelings for him were real. I shook my head and took out the photo.

The quicker I get rid of this, the quicker it will be to get over him.

I got down on my knees and reached under my bed for a box I keep all my photos in, but was surprised when I took out something I haven’t seen in a few months. “Oh.. hello there..” I mumbled to myself. “I completely forgot about you..”

It was the random package I got for my birthday earlier this year, still unopened. I looked around my room, debating if I should open it now and see what lies inside this mystery box.

I mean… it couldn’t hurt to peek, right? It was sent to me afterall. I looked down at the package in front of me and slid my hand across the top, collecting itty bitty dust bunnies. It’s been a few months.. I think it’s about time I see what’s inside. The weird message still lay on top.

‘Only meant for your eyes’?

What kind of surprises lie for me in there?

I stood up and went to grab a pair of scissors and sat back down on my floor, bringing the package on top of my thighs and slowly tearing open the tape on top.

What’s so special about this gift anyway?

“C’mon (Y/N), it can’t be that  bad…” I lifted up the lid of the box and found smaller boxes inside. “Hmm… it doesn’t look dangerous, so that’s a plus.” I placed the package down next to me and reached inside, lifted one of the boxes up to my chest and opened it.  

I softly gasped as I looked at the small photos of me and Joel that were hung up on a string, displayed so simple and perfectly.

It showed pictures of when we were making silly faces at his camera when we were under the willow tree. When we went bowling together and I completely destroyed his ass and won… one where we went mini golfing and we were in his element… our carnival date… and random ones he took of me when I wasn’t even looking at him.

I was reminded why I fell in love with him just looking back at these memories he had printed for me. It’s sweet, but he really shouldn’t have done this. It’s like he’s roping me back in. I glanced down and lifted up some of the little notes that were written for me and read them out loud.

“I love your smile. It’s the brightest and cutest thing on this earth. Please don’t stop smiling because of my mistakes…”

“Memory: When we went bowling and you “cheated” so you could win was when I knew I started to fall in love with you. I met someone who was as competitive as me. I met my match… ”

“Memory: When we kissed for the first time, I swear to you, it felt like time had stopped. It was just us two and nothing else mattered in that moment but you… ”

“I love how you’re a little old school. Drive - In movie theatres, bowling, mini golfing.. you made love easy. Next thing I knew, I was head over heels about you. I was a fool to let that go… ”

I could feel my face getting warmer as tears started to well up in my eyes. No, it’s not fair. He can’t do that to me once I’m starting to get over him. I read through a few more until I reached something small and hard on the very bottom. “What’s this?” I mumbled to myself.

I lifted it up and was confused when I found a USB Flash Drive in my hands. I sniffled and looked around my room for my laptop and turned it on once I found it.

“C’mon, the one time I need you to hurry the fuck up, you’re taking forver..” I mumbled at my laptop as I grabbed the USB and plugged it in on the side, waiting a couple more seconds before a document popped up on my screen.

“Dear (Y/N)” is what he named it. I stopped for a moment and sighed, clicking on the document as a video of Joel’s face popped up on my screen. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes for a second.

If I watch this, then this might change everything. I don’t know if I want to see or hear what he has to say. I’m trying to get over you, Joel and I was doing perfectly fine without you in the picture.

Do I really wanna watch this video just so he could try to change my mind?

I sighed and thought for a few more moments. Yes… the answer is yes. I moved my mouse up to press play and waited for him to come onto the screen. Maybe this is a bad idea…

“Oh God.. I hope this is working..” he mumbled and fixed up his curly locks. “Um… hi. It’s me, Joel. Listen, before you go off and turn this off or throw this package away, please just hear me out. I’m just asking for a couple minutes of your time..”

I covered my mouth with my hand and felt tears welling up in my eyes once again as he continued.

“I know you probably still don’t want anything to do with me anymore and want me to leave you alone, but I can’t for the love of everything holy get you out of my head. I never knew that I could ever feel like this for anyone.”

He sighed and leaned down a bit, covering his face and sniffled. He cleared his throat and looked back up at the camera.

“I fucked up. I lost one of the best things to ever happen to me and I have no one else to blame but myself. It was the stupidest thing I ever did… I wanted to come clean after I realized that what we have.. what we had was something more. It was starting to feel like those cliché romance movies. It was becoming real.”

He smiled for a moment before he frowned again. I felt tears slowly sliding down my cheeks as I hastily wiped them away. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m crying. Why do I have to be emotional? Why do I still feel something for him?

“You deserve better… but.. I would like to be that person for you, if you’ll have me. (Y/N), you are not a second choice and I’m so sorry that I made you feel like that. You know.. I actually can’t bring myself to delete the photos of you I have in my phone. I guess there’s a part of me that still wants to believe that I can somehow fix this.”

He looked down at his hands and I noticed that he was holding a small heart shaped box and I wondered what could be inside.

“I waited as long as I could at the airport for you..”

Wait… what did he say? I leaned in close to my laptop screen as he continued talking.

“I waited and it almost ended up with me missing our flight. I couldn’t wait any longer because I was actually physically dragged away and onto the plane. I prayed that you would be there before I left so I could at least see your face.. but, you didn’t show and I got your message right then and there that it was over..”

“No, Joel! You’re wrong! I was there! I got there and Johann told me that you didn’t bother to wait. That you just left without saying goodbye and hopped on without - … ”

Wait a second… no, that can’t be true. Johann wouldn’t.. lie to me, right? He knows how I feel about Joel and how I was willing to just.. omg...

“Despite everything, I want to give us another chance. I want us to start over and fall in love again. I uh..” He cleared his throat and held up the heart shaped box in his hands. “I got you something. Well, a few things. You can pause the video to open them up if you haven’t already..”

I pressed pause and reached into the package, taking out another small box and placing it down on my lap. I feel all discombobulated now. There’s so many mixed emotions going through my mind.

I slowly opened up the box and felt my chest tighten slightly.

I bit my lip and slipped both accessories onto my body, playing with the butterfly dangling from my wrist. I reached for the last box, noticing it was the same small heart shaped one Joel was holding in the video.

“It’s beautiful…” I mumbled to myself as I slipped it onto my finger, admiring the way how it looked on me. It’s a perfect fit. I looked at the pieces of jewelry he gave me and realized that they all match. They’re all butterflies. “Oh Joel… ” I frowned, reaching down to press play.

“Butterflies are known to be a sign of good luck and hope, but for me… well, you know that saying of getting butterflies in your stomach when you’re around someone you love? It’s the same feeling I get whenever I’m around you. It’s another cliché thing, I know but I don’t care. It’s how I feel.” He smiled while looking down at the ring in his hands.

“I love it, Joel. I really do.” I spoke to my laptop screen, as if he could hear me.

“I figured I should get you a set and have them all matching. I know it’s not much, but I saw them and thought of you. (Y/N), over the next few months, I’m gonna be sending you flowers, letters, and treats that I think you’ll like from the places I’ve been to. I’m doing this kind of.. anonymously, almost.” He shook his head and bit his lip.

I looked up at the flowers that were on top of my vanity and my mouth agape. These couldn’t possibly be from Joel, can they?

“Look, I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but a guy can still hope, right? But, if this all turns out to be a flop and that I’ve been wasting time and money for someone who doesn’t want me anymore… I’ll stop.”

I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat. Stop…?

“I’ll stop sending you ‘I’m sorry’ gifts and leave you alone for good. I won’t bother you anymore and you can be free of me. I wouldn’t be surprised after what I did. This is my last shot. After this… I don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to find a way to get you out of my mind and let you go.”

I shook my head and softly cried. “No, Joel.. no please don’t.. I want you. I want you back..”

“I know this is kind of a long shot, but I want you to come and visit me sometime during the tour. I’ll be sending you flowers randomly over the next few months. I’ll be leaving small messages inside with the time and place we can meet up in each state I’m going to. I have a busy schedule, but I’m making time just for you. If I don’t see you or hear from you within the few months, I completely understand.. ”

“Joel! C’mon, we gotta go!”

“Alright! I’m coming!” He looked up at the person calling his name and then back to the camera. “I gotta go, duty calls.” He gave me one last small smile and sniffled.

“One last thing…” He leaned in and spoke. “Please don’t tell anyone but your friends. Let’s just keep this a secret between us, yeah? I’ll explain more if I see you..”

Why keep this a secret? Does he not want anyone to know about me? If it goes wrong, nobody knows about it but us, is that right? Is that why?

“Joel!”

“Ya me voy!” He sighed and shook his head. “I really gotta go…” He got up and held up the camera to his face. “Happy birthday, (Y/N)... I hope you had a good one.. bye..”

And with that, the video ended and I was left sitting on my bed with a tear stained face. I honestly don’t know what to say..

I bet I look like a fucking mess right now.

I got up and wiped my tears away, going straight for the flowers on top of my vanity and looked for any sort of message or note inside the bouquet.

Nothing.

There’s nothing there.

“Of course..” I mumbled to myself and moved a strand of hair away from my face. Joel has been sending me flowers and this whole time I thought it was Johann. Well, to be fair, he has been coming by with them in his hands. Told me they were “just because” flowers.

Does he know something about this though? Could he have taken out the messages inside and claimed them as his own? Well whatever the reason, I know one thing for certain.

The next time I get flowers from “Johann”, I need to find and read that message. I am not going to miss my flight this time around.

I’m coming, Joel. Just wait a little longer…

Next Chapter

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[jaeminlore]

bard!taeil ^_^

commissioned by @warmau luv u thank you for giving me free reign i’m sorry i used it all on world building

words: 5k+

a/n: sorry this is a bit late ! also for any mistakes !

okay first thought when given free reign of a story is PRINCE or ROYAL bc that is where my mind is for every story i love a good castle moment

i just think they’re neat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but yknow i was thinking about bards and also my skyrim game and how annoying yet precious the bards are in the inn. and if that is not taeil i will eat my own foot,,,,, like omg i forgot his name i think it’s mikael?? he’s at the inn in riften!!! i beat him up to preserve the honor of some lady and now we’re best friends ^_^ anyways he’s lovable and it makes me think of taeil

i miss taeil i read a post about how precious he is and it made me feel some type of way ,,,,, my favorite taeil era was cherry bomb bc the CHOKER and the EYELINER and he just felt like the embodiment of that tiktok sparkly filter

okay now that that’s over

this story is set in a lone kingdom called intima,,,, intima is a word meaning the heart of something and it’s where the word intimacy comes from and it makes me feel warm and happy so i assume it will make the people of intima happy too !!!!! it’s an island centered around the sun — and YOU my dear reader are the eldest princess, the first before six younger siblings !!!

as the oldest, the throne is in your future, and you are set to be the reigning queen WHICH you are quite excited about this isn’t one of those aus where you hate your kingdom and your job and serving,, you LOVE your people and your culture and you genuinely can’t wait to become queen

i’m going to set the world!!!! bc world-building gives me endorphins >.>

intima is a HEAVILY floral-filled island. the clivia (or bush lily) is the capitol flower, often associated with patriotism or pride for intima as an island!!! it’s the flower people pin to their chest during coronations or royal festivals!! and the yellow/orange/coral shades are often what you and your siblings wear to represent yourselves and your island.

intima is a land of equality!!! bc i said so!! and also because the culture is purely built on gratitude and kindness ,,,,, i like to think the spirituality or “religion” in the culture is the worship of the sun and the warmth it brings,,,, a sort of serving the thing that shines a path for the hopeless!!!! there are hundreds of poems and legends and songs about the sun and who she once was and why she blesses intima with her harvests and all kinds of other things and i do have the time to get into it but i know all of you do not

intima also believes that art is hard work!!! and it’s one of the most respected jobs there are!!! like a busker or a street painter are often praised and it’s expected of islanders to tip them and stay to praise them a bit!!! and usually they’ll sell their art (if that’s what they made) afterwards!!!! and poets will read for the children and adults alike and they’ll sell their services to like,,, people who struggle to put their words down on paper and it’s all very helpful and lovely

farmers and fishermen are well respected as well!!!! ofc they bring the food in and the vendors at the marketplace sell them while the artists keep entertainment going. it’s a lovely system and often as the seasons change people will shift their jobs so a vendor will decide to create for a season or a fisherman may decide he wants to sell wares,,, it’s a system so that people can enjoy where they are as well as express they’re creativity properly

and the wealth is distributed equally so that no one goes hungry!!! everyone helps each other out to find a job that fits them!!! and not many people take advantage of the system because it’s quite shameful to refuse helping your fellow neighbor

so yes!!! kindness and helping each other out is not only expected but it is often an indicator of how respected you are as a member of society

ungrateful people get the shame cone >:(

the island is HUGE and set in a sort of jagged star shape, with villages and markets surrounding the castle itself!!! and there’s a moat surrounding the castle made from the streams that trail in from the sea ,,,, and the harbors are quite beautiful if you stand atop the castle walls you can see the ships come and go and it is just *chef’s kiss* immaculate

and the moat is so beautiful i can just imagine the ferns!! like palm brush ferns and tiger lilies and birds of paradise just lining either side of the moat,,, so pretty :( and the moat isn’t to keep people out!!! it’s actually a natural pool for the villagers when it gets too hot :)!! but otherwise the drawbridge is always down so people can come and go throughout the courtyards

similarly, the castle walls run down the island as main roads, leading to the actual castle where the main courtyard sits.

you and your siblings are very personal with your subjects, and it’s not uncommon for the princes and princesses to walk hand in hand with those of a lower class than them,,,, esp bc there isn’t really a class system in place. since wealth is evenly distributed,,,, it’s evenly distributed to the royals as well, and everyone lives comfortably. the only added expense are gifts!!! so if there’s a birthday or something more wealth might be offered to the recipients by default

the courtyards!!! are so beautiful!!! there are four in total but the one i want to focus on is the coronation courtyard!!! this is the courtyard where the coronations and celebrations are held!!!

but when there aren’t any coronations, it’s where people hang out to have picnics or sell their wares or tell stories!!!

and this is where we see taeil!!!!

every day our hero brings his life and ~sings~ a different story to whoever happens to be walking by. he’s actually hugely popular with many of intima’s people,,,, mostly because his voice is like HONEY and his smile reminds everyone of home

he has like,,,,, kind big brother who only comes home for thanksgiving but each time is more memory-filled than the last energy ,,,,, anyways

you don’t actually notice him at first!!! because usually he isn’t in the coronation courtyard.

also you’re too busy planning your OWN coronation

#queenshit and all you know the vibes

it actually isn’t until yuta points out that there is a “very tiny man singing about how beautiful you are” in the courtyard that you’re actually like,,,, okay,,,,,, interesting..?

and at first you’re like shut up yuta i’m trying to work on seating placements you know ten from iacto can’t sit beside donghyuck from stella or they’ll start a prank war during MY coronation

also there are a lot of people who write songs about you and your siblings that’s just how the vibes are !!!!!

you and your siblings are known for your beauty and kindness, so many creatives often use y’all as muses

so you just brush it off

and go back to your planning

which actually consists of you begging your advisors to make little goodie bags for everyone on the entire island (they WILL eventually agree because who doesn’t want a small bee charm necklace or some cleansing crystals)

but i digress

it’s not until you visit the courtyard to finalize the seating arrangements that you actually see the man your brother was talking about

at first you don’t even realize it’s the same person

sure, this man is short, but he is nothing like the unattractie picture you painted in your mind. not that short men are unattractive, but most men who hit on you are often uhhhh creepy and old bc intima is a beautiful place but men are still a disease

this man is, dare you say it, handsome.

like prettily handsome

his hair is a warm chestnut that falls over his eyebrows in loose curls. strands curl and bend around his ears and his eyes are lined with what seems like kohl

his lips are pursed, and he’s too far away for you to hear him, but he seems to be singing

you tear your eyes away from his coral-colored jerkin and try to focus on the seating arrangements

in the end, you leave the work to your advisors, choosing to break away and listen to the lonesome bard

and just IMAGINE for a moment taeil singing like real people do by hozier

just taeil singing any hozier song i cannot get over the thought of it >_>

those are the vibes for this story

taeil a sexy irish bog man

not really but i’ll bookmark the idea for later !!!!

okay so imagine him singing real people do or sunshine and it’s so gentle and warm coming from his mouth that you’re entranced at the very start of it,,,, you’ve heard tales of sirens luring sailors into the sea,,, and they’ve always sounded quite far fetched but now that you’re hearing taeil’s voice you’re like,,,,,, maybe it’s possible

you sidle up to another listener and ask for his name

“taeil moon”

it’s a befitting name. you run it over your tongue for a good while until it feels familiar,,, and when the song is finally over, you clap and shout a few praises, thinking your voice would get caught in the crowd

but taeil catches your gaze, and he strums a sour note on his lute. it’s a swift apology and an even swifter exit as he leaves the courtyard.

you watch him go, unsure as to why he seemed so uncomfortable knowing you were there. “is he alright?” you ask the same listener who told you taeil’s name. they answer, “he’s never left a set before. perhaps you frightened him, princess.”

you DID frighten him. moving into taeil’s point of view, the man has been declaring his infatuation with you for months now and you’ve never come to listen. he suddenly feels naked and vulnerable,,, the one person he chose to write songs about is the future queen and he could very well be executed for such unauthorized poetry

(as if executing is something intima didn’t outlaw ages ago)

so taeil is just a tiny bit dramatic, and he clings to the honest hope that you came to his show late and didn’t hear his declaration. his “all my love songs of now and forever after are for the princess y/n” that he starts every set with. he feels like a fool, so he finds himself hiding in the royal gardens, far behind the brush and hedges, where a lone forgotten fountain rusts. still water bubbles out of the spout, but there isn’t enough for the fountain to actually flow, so it just makes an incredibly awkward gurgling sound as taeil strums his lute and tries to collect his thoughts

taeil doesn’t just like you because you’re the princess. it goes so much deeper than that; he has one faint memory of his graduation out of bards college (it’s a thing in skyrim so it’s a thing in my au) and it consists of you meeting with all of the graduates and giving them each a bush lily from your own personal garden,,,,,,, you also wrote everyone a handwritten letter addressing them by name !!!!!!!!!

and it’s not much to go by at all, and taeil would feel incredibly foolish even bringing up the memory, or the fact that he keeps the card in his memeriy box,,,,, because it’s obvious that you don’t remember him from it, but he can still remember the color of your eyes up close, and he knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of your smile,, and just the memory of your fingers grazing his when you handed him the flower and card makes his cheeks warm with childlike fondness

he’s a fool, he knows. he’s also a coward, because he ran at the very sight of you

“you ran off before i could tell you how lovely your voice is.”

taeil falls into the rusting fountain as soon as you round the hedge. he has no idea how you managed to find him, but he can’t really think much about it because he’s soon coughing and shivering from the cold and dirty water he’s just fallen into. he mourns his lute,,,,,, just floating in the shallow water ,,,,,, it’s not dead it’s just wet :/

“oh dear i’m so sorry!” you grab his hand and help him out of the fountain, wincing at the way his clothes cling to his body. (Wait. wait. taeil’s lil baby tummy.... through the sheer shirt,,,,,,, like after he takes off his jerkin to dry it out :(((( omg he’s so cute) “i just wanted to compliment you.”

“thank you, princess,” taeil manages to get out. he paints a smile on his face even though he feels like he’s never been put in a more awkward situation. “it means a lot, honestly.” he decides to avoid the topic of having a crush on you, because he thinks he has experienced plenty of embarrassing moments today, thank you very much. so he changes the topic completely. “good luck, uh, on your coronation. i’m looking forward to it.”

you lower yourself into a mock curtsy. “why thank you. save me a dance during the after party, won’t you?”

taeil nods, not trusting himself to speak, and you bid him goodbye

y’all know taeil’s face where he’s just cheesin. like :D

that’s his face for the rest of the day. and every day up until the coronation !!!!!!

and you visit him!!!! when you can !!!!!!!!

taeil has a very easygoing personality i feel like after the initial awkwardness he’d actually be the one to initiate a friendship!!! like sometimes he leaves you letters by the old fountain !!!!!! :((((

and taeil’s letters are very friendly but every once in awhile he’ll slip in song lyrics that make your heart flutter!!!! just imagine your favorite love song or folk song written out by taeil to you because he learned it and it made him think of you :(( i’m crying and i know you’re crying

one day you have a picnic!!!!!!!!! and it’s just the two of you and taeil thinks he should be nervous but he genuinely does enjoy your company,,,,, and he kinda sort of slowly starts to think of you less as a muse and more as a friend,,,,,, or even maybe a potential ,,,,,,,,, l o v e r oooohhhhhhhh,,,, omg it’s so cute tho he lays out a blanket in front of the fountain and the two of you eat sandwiches and apple juice and :(( eventually the sun makes you both a lil tired so you fall asleep side by side

and you get kind of flustered when you wake up beside taeil like oh 😳 okay 😳 now 😳

the two of you hang around each other in secret. not because it’s against the law or it would be publicized or anything like that,,,, intima is a very casual island and no one would bother the two of you too much,,,,,,,,, but taeil feels like a little secret you aren’t sure you want to share ,,, also your brothers and sisters would tease you relentlessly for giving your time to someone KNOWN for singing love songs about you

your friendship w taeil feels a bit like a bird feather on a windy day,,,,,,, like one hesitant breath could blow him away,,,,,,,, but taeil is so FUNNY and warm and gentle and COMFORTABLE that you slowly start to feel yourself fall for him.

taeil is a story-telling bard in the way that the songs he sings often tell stories of his life or the life of someone famous, installed in their hearts from the moment they were all in elementary school. like imagine him singing a tale about the greek gods or norse mythology or perhaps he goes and bit more fairytale and songs of thumbalina or sleeping beauty

he’s an amazing storyteller, so much so that when the two of you hang out, he often recites some form of verse to you, especially if it’s a legend you love dearly (SIRENS) ,,,,,, but the one thing that kind of irritates you is that he has yet to sing you one of his legendary songs that are “supposedly” for you

you’re not trying to be prideful, but this is the lovely singer everyone has told you about, and you still haven’t heard any of his original songs. or at least, his original songs dedicated to you. you’re very curious to see what you look like in taeil’s eyes, even though it might make you feel horribly vulnerable.

and taeil is like :) obviously :) i’m not going to sing love songs :) about my crush :) to my crush :)

but it’s whatever.

what i want to talk about is the coronation babey !!!!!!!!!!!

it’s very public,,, in the middle of the courtyard,,, and all the market stalls are up selling their wares to the large crowd!!!!! and kids are playing in the moat !!!!! sort of a summer festival and you’re the main event lol. like some people will gather and watch the coronation and some people will be off dancing on the other side of the courtyard but everyone is celebrating the same thing!!

and this is a high fantasy setting so there aren’t any modern things like microphones or speakers aside from a copper horn or smth ,,, but it’s all very fun and festive!!!!

merchants are selling banners of orange and gold,,, yellow roses and tiger lilies,,,,,,, flower crowns and faux scepters for the little kids!!!!!! and there’s lively music for people to dance and celebrate to,,,,,, and can you guess who is in charge of the music !!!!?! TAEIL

he’s got an entire band leading the courtyard and it’s all traditional songs for the most part of taeil is able to slip in a few love songs now and again. and ofc everyone loves them bc they know taeil and OBV it’s hard to hate taeil

but :( you aren’t really focusing on the music since it’s such a big day for you but if you were you’d know that taeil is singing his original songs :((( all the love songs about you,,,,,,,,,,

and i SWEAR i can imagine taeil singing hozier-esque songs..... omg or like mystery of love ,,,,, imagine him singing mystery of love on one side of the courtyard while you’re getting crowned queen on the other side

that image is something that can be so personal to me ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

:(((( and you’re dressed in a tan and peach maiden dress,,,, cloaked in golden silk with day lilies tucked in your hair,,,,,,,,, omg or BRAIDED into your hair,,,,,, you just look like a sun goddess okay golden by harry styles are the vibes ALRIGHT babes,,,, and there’s a speech to be made and someone made cake for the masses,,, so you get a bit caught up it everything

taeil isn’t really in the crowd for the coronation as i already stated before ,,,,, but he can kind of hear everything that’s happening and it makes him just smile to himself as he messes with his lute :((( omg if you guys haven’t heard you are gold by the national parks THATS the song taeil sings as the celebrations are dying down

and all the street lanterns are lit and people are quieting down and eating or chatting or rounding up their kids for bedtime !! omg little kids racing past and giggling, their flower crowns askew as they shout about becoming a queen one day :( that’s so cute esp to imagine taeil watching them fondling and waving at them as they pass

and there are fireflies all around!!!! lighting the pathway!!! it’s just so cute and soft and lovely think tangled at last i see the light scene OKAY except it’s not on water it’s a festival and it’s beautiful every seems to be glowing in the light

this au is partially inspired by tangled,,, or the kingdom of corona (lol) so

anyways back to you are gold

the chorus is as so: “you are gold / you are all i see / you are aurum scarce and meant for kings / and i will wait if it’s time you need / what i see in you i hope you find in me.”

and can’t you just SEE taeil singing that absentmindedly not really knowing that you’re making your way to him and then he just looks up during the final chords and he just,,,,,,, fumbles the music and his voice cracks a little (but how COULDNT it bc you’re so beautiful and angelic and taeil could easily picture the stars against your skin and in the shade of your eyes)

“h-hi,” he stutters. “you look. nice.” :D

i think taeil is pretty confident with his feelings but i also feel like he can be quite clumsy with them as well. if that makes sense. but on the other hand confessing to the now-queen of your island is a bit much and taeil isn’t really ready to be rejected on a regal level.

“thank you,” you say. AND!!! you can feel your cheeks get hot because taeil is quite handsome and you DEFINITELY heard the last few lyrics of the song and it ignited feelings inside of you that you weren’t sure you’ve felt much of before.

you kind of just want to take his hand and go spend some ~ alone time ~ with him ^_^

“you know,” you sit down beside him and wrap your cloak around yourself. “everyone has been telling me that you’re quite famous for dedicating your love songs to me. how come i haven’t heard such declarations?”

taeil’s ears turn red and he smiles down at the lute in his lap. “isn’t it a bit disrespectful to make you listen to all the songs i write for you?”

“i want to hear them!! genuinely!!”

can you just IMAGINE taeil holding eye contact and singing sunshine by hozier >:( or like ANY song by ray montangue for today we’re pretending taeil wrote all of these

hold you in my arms by ray montangue YOO :((

just taeil strumming and singing sort of under his breath because he doesn’t really want anyone else to share this lil moment with you. and he’s so sweet like i imagine after he sings he doesn’t expect any praise and he certainly doesn’t expect you to confess your love or anything like that

bc taeil is a respectful future king

LIKE JUST IMAGINE kind of grabbing his face and just giving him a lil kiss,,,,, a lil smooch,,,,, if you will

taeil is probably rlly pretty just after being kissed like his eyelashes would flutter so prettily and it would be so soft like he’d just press his forehead against yours and then omg a FOREHEAD KISS like a really gentle one

you would be so important to taeil like i think he would just be so gentle with you in every way

the relationship is a slower one,,,,,, you have queenly duties and he’s still working as a busker,,,,, getting ready to help the merchants in the winter,,,,,,,

but the two of you make time. it’s similar to before, you just set up picnics, or sometimes you watch him sing, and he’ll write you love songs and send them to you through a letter,, stamping with purple wax,,,

and taeil is always so sweet :( i think he’s more of a casual lover in the sense that he doesn’t need pda or loud declarations in order to make you feel loved flashback to him dedicating every love song to you in the middle of the square but he’d be the type to just hold your hand around the courtyard,, or he’d just send you soft smiles from the other side of the marketplace

he’s the time to buy you a basket of your favorite fruits and deliver them personally to your door

everyone in the castle just lets taeil into the chambers section at this point

the two of you will swim in the moat and play hopscotch with the village children or go shopping together or take naps beneath the afternoon sun and with taeil by your side it’s all so fond and precious and some times you’ll go days or weeks without seeing him just because of schedules but it’s never awkward when the two of you get back together

and it’s actually not until some of your very own villagers are coming up to you like hey,,,,, why haven’t you made taeil your partner yet?? he’s so precious and sweet and he would look lovely in a crown 👀👀

and uhhh who are you to argue with that lmao

so you buy taeil a ring

a pearl !!!! encased in silver <3333 i like to think that the tales he sang to you about sirens often slides to a pearl of some sorts,, so you make sure it’s the rock you place on the ring

and you take him back to that rusty old creaky old ugly old fountain :)

and you just,,,,,, ask him to marry you ,,,,,,,,,,

ofc taeil says yes, a bit frozen because the two of you have talked about marriage but only briefly,,, and he wasn’t sure you’d ever take that step so he didn’t want to pressure you

taeil ofc has always been ready,,, his soul is more open than yours if that makes sense !!! which isn’t a bad thing but he has definitely been ready for a lifetime with you for a long time now

and it’s a long-ish engagement i feel like

not that it really matters but it’s more of a betrothement !!!! so the two of you are technically already married even before the ceremony if that makes sense??? like everyone alludes to taeil as the consort and the two of you live together and receive gifts of betrothement and !!! it’s quite sweet and it’s the way they do things in intima

also you guys aren’t in a big hurry for another ceremony esp bc yuta’s coronation is coming up and you don’t want to take any of his spotlight

king!yuta hold up

but yeah taeil is a wonderful consort !! doesn’t do much yet politically bc he isn’t especially versed in politics but he’s learning!!! he’s really good at keeping a good energy in the room even if two ambassadors are fighting taeil will just be vibing like :-D and it often calms tensions

he’s just a GREAT person and a helpful ruler even tho he really doesn’t even have to be,,,, he’s just a consort,,,, but he still takes the effort to learn genuine laws and help guide the people

the people are obviously obsessed with him,,, they wouldn’t ask for another consort because he’s so kind with all of them

still sings in the courtyard as his job ,,, and the people love it just as much ^_^ esp because now all the songs are openly for you and about you and it makes people more fond of you as well

taeil creates y/n propaganda pass it on

but he works in the castle too,, and he’s a fast learner especially when it comes to settling arguements within the village or even within the court,,,, he also sets up festivals !! he’s wonderful at it !! genuinely !! taeil as an interior designer i can just see it man him designing flower arrangements and the setlist and just !! being a wonderful host

and tbh you’re very thankful because it’s nice to rule with siblings but it’s even nicer to rule with a soulmate

and taeil feels just like that — a soulmate, a missing piece of the puzzle,,,,,

and if intima is the sun , if you who rules it is the sun, then taeil is the moon,, and it’s quite obvious that the two of you were made for each other

perhaps in the future the two of you will have kids or adopt

or you guys get a puppy!!! i can see you w a puppy and taeil with a kitten and the two lil pets just follow you guys around omg

the two of you fix up the old fountain so it isn’t rusty or squeaky anymore

you guys find rocks out on the shore and create a new bed at the bottom of the fountain

and guess what!!!! you guys write little wishes on the rocks and invite everyone else to do the same with the idea that once the fountain is filled with wishes, you’ll hold a festival where you put the wishes back into the sea to be completed

omg how cute would that be like a yearly thing where the fountain would be filled with rocks and everyone gets a handful to take down to the beach and throw into the sea

it’s where lovers write their names and people confess to their crushes and anniversaries and birthdays are celebrated and it’s where artists write pictures and poets write verses and people write prayers to the sun

and it’s where you and taeil announce your first pregnancy >.<

and it’s really soft

the place between the sea and the sun is where your love lies

where your family lives

omg taeil singing lullabies to his baby :( HES be such a sweet dad

i feel like taeil already has a family just by his vibes yknow

but say it’s a daughter he’d teach her how to play the lute and he’d buy her her own

he’d let her express herself in any way and identify however she’d want and love whoever she wanted

he’d be an AMAZING father and husband and king

ANYWAYS to conclude

this was fun to write and i hope it made sense i know it’s all over the place but in conclusion taeil is sexy and deserves to be loved

[girls-scenarios]

Surround Me With Purple

Idol: Irene (Red Velvet)

Prompt: Is your ask box still open *checks* OMG YES I really really want you to do Irene from red velvet one shot. In her birthday she once confessed that purple is her favorite color because of a special girl(u can check on YouTube) I was wondering if you could do a one shot. Where they meet again in fan meeting or any other way and start dating. This story is true

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Huh, that’s gay. I was a little confused about this scenario, but I ended up making the special girl the reader and I hope that’s kind of what you wanted? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

Irene figured that she probably should have seen this coming. After all, she was famous now, and everything she said spread like wildfire. She’d kind of expected you to hear about it somehow. Still, she couldn’t help but be nervous when, only a little while after she’d revealed the reason behind her favorite color, you’d called her asking if the two of you could hang out.

She tried to convince herself that it was normal. After all, the two of you had been close during school and had only lost contact after she became an idol. It was normal for high school friends to want to see each other. But her heart beat a little harder every time she thought about you seeing her confession and wanting to talk to her about it.

“My favorite color is purple because of a very special girl.” What had she been thinking? She gave so much description about how the two of you had met. Of course you would know it was you as soon as you saw it. And she’d made it so obvious that she’d had a crush on you. Part of her wanted to run away or pretend she hadn’t seen your message. But the rest of her really wanted to see you, and she knew she could never ignore you. She still liked you too much to do that.

So she agreed to meet up with you and picked a time, her heart pounding in anticipation the entire time. What would happen? And how would you react if you knew the truth?

-

When the morning of her meeting with you finally came, she was up bright and early. She’d hardly been able to sleep the night before, and had woken up long before her alarm went of, anxious to start the day. To calm herself down, she drank some water and nibbled on an energy bar, looking at her closet. She had to look perfect.

After going through her closet twice and making so much noise that she woke the rest of the girls up, she finally settled on an outfit. She paired a cozy light purple sweater with a pair of flattering jeans, a white beret, a white jacket, and tall boots. When she finally walked out, showing the outfit to the group of tired girls in the living room and declaring it the one, they clapped, relieved that she would finally stop making so much noise. The makeup was actually the easy part (she never wore that much on her days off) so soon enough she was ready to go, waving goodbye to her members as she put on her jacket.

“Have fun and don’t trip up!” Called Wendy with a grin, and Irene laughed.

“Thanks, I’ll try not to!”

The two of you had decided to meet up at a small, secluded local cafe where people wouldn’t be likely to spot the two of you.

“Just a casual meet up,” you’d said over the phone as the two of you worked out your plans. “Maybe afterwards we can go down to the record shop nearby and just look around. It’s up to you.” There had been a smile in your voice as you spoke, and Irene could only hope that meant you weren’t upset with her.

As she approached the cafe, she took a deep breath and readied herself, straightening her shoulders and willing her heart to stop pounding. She’d performed on stages without getting nervous like this, but now that she was seeing you, her hands were shaking. Why was this happening?

As she ascended the stairs, she remembered how in love with you she’d been. All throughout high school, she’d pined for you, trying her best to make you like her too, and to make you happy. The memories were almost bitter-sweet. Her heart had hurt so much back then, and yet she’d been happy just to be by your side. The two of you were close friends, after all, and did everything together. It was weird to remember the conflicting feelings that now felt so foreign, and she couldn’t help but wonder if you were feeling the same way.

The cafe was cute and modern, with a bookshelf lining one wall and a huge mural lining the other, and as Irene stepped in, she breathed in the mouthwatering smell of coffee, tea, and cakes. It wasn’t a large cafe, and she spotted you as soon as she walked in. Despite her nervousness, a smile spread over her face. You still looked just as pretty as she remembered.

“Long time no see,” she said as she walked over the your table near the bookshelf, where you’d been looking at the titles. You jumped a bit, then smiled widely, standing from your chair and opening your arms wide.

“Irene! It’s been forever, I’ve missed you!” You wrapped her in a quick hug before pulling away and looking her over. “You look amazing. Has the idol life been treating you well?”

“As well as possible,” she said with a soft laugh. “You look amazing yourself. Have you been doing well?”

“I have. I’ve been working really hard on my career and life,” you said, sitting down and motioning for her to do the same. “So I really needed a break to talk to my old best friend. When I saw that birthday stream, I couldn’t help but feel bad that I forgot yet another birthday.” You held up a small bag. “Happy late birthday, Irene.”

Irene let out a small gasp and brought a hand up to her mouth, her eyes widening. Her heart skipped a beat as she tried to think of what to say. “(Y/N), you didn’t have to do that!”

“But I wanted to. I’ve missed one too many birthdays since high school.”

“But so have I. Just seeing you is enough of a present for me.”

You blushed sightly as you placed the bag on her side of the table. “I’m flattered, but I still wanted to get you something.”

“Then let me get lunch,” Irene insisted, accepting the bag. “As my late birthday present to you.”

You thought about it for a moment, then laughed, giving in. “I know there’s no point in arguing with you, so I’ll give you this one. But next time it’s on me.”

Irene’s heart jumped again at the mention of a “next time” but she tried not to show it as she smiled at you. “Did you already order?”

“Just a water. I was waiting for you to get here first. Do you still want a couple minutes or should I call the waitress over?”

“Sure!”

-

The two of you sat, ate, and talked for a while, catching up on everything that had happened since the last time the two of you had talked. To Irene’s relief, you didn’t mention anything about her confession, and she relaxed, happy to be with you again. Somehow, even though the two of you hadn’t seen each other in ages, it was still so easy to talk to you. Her old feelings resurfaced, but she tried to push them down and focus on catching up with you instead.

Eventually, the two of you decided to get out of the cafe and do some walking around, ending up in a cute plant shop just down the road. It was there, just as Irene was bending over to look at a cactus, that you took a deep breath and asked the question.

“Hey, Irene. I wanted to ask you something. About your favorite color.”

Irene barely avoided pricking her finger in her panic. Her heart began to pound again as she slowly stood up, inspecting her finger so that she didn’t have to look directly at you. “Yeah, what is it?”

“You said that you like purple because of a special girl. Was that special girl... me?”

For a second, she froze, trying to think. She could lie. She could try and cover it up with a laugh as she made up something on the spot. She could make up some sort of excuse. She could run away. But her entire body felt stuck, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to lie. Not to you. So she sucked in a breath and nodded.

“Yeah. It was.” She paused, then dared to look at you. There was a blush on your cheeks, but she wasn’t sure what that meant. “I’m sorry if that made you feel weird.”

“No!” You waved your hand, then bit your lip, like you were thinking about what to say next. “I’m not upset or anything. I was just surprised when I saw it. The way you talked about me was so fond....”

“Yeah.” Well, she might as well tell you now. “I had a crush on you back then. You were really special to me.”

You opened your mouth, breathing out an “oh” as your blush deepened. Irene was about to apologize again, but you started speaking instead. “Wow. I never realized.”

“You were always a little dense,” she said truthfully, making you laugh.

“I guess so. Because all these years, I thought I was the one with the one-sided crush.”

It took a moment for her to process what you said. Then, her face started to heat up and her heart once again started to pound. Was she dreaming? “Wait, you had a crush on me too?”

“Yep. But I hid it because I thought you just thought of me as a friend.” You let out another laugh and ran your fingers through your hair, a nervous habit that she remembered from high school. “When I heard what you said about purple.... I just had to know.”

“That’s.... That’s so crazy.” Irene blinked at you. “So what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean....” She swallowed, nervous all over again. “Should we try and start over? Because I know my feelings never left.”

A slow smile moved over your features. “You know, mine never left either. My heart has been yours for all these years, Irene. But I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“So is that a yes?” The nervousness turned to giddiness as she started to smile, butterflies forming in her stomach. Her body was warm and fuzzy, like she was wrapped in her favorite purple blanket, the one you’d gotten her as a graduation present. She felt like she was right back in high school where it all started, except now, she was more confident in herself. And her crush didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

“If I say yes to starting over, will you say yes to a date with me?”

“Of course I will.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 122: What a Friendly Wall

Previously on BnHA: All Might filled Kacchan in on everything related to OFA and AFO and the like. Kacchan and Deku kicked off version 2.0 of their rivalry which looks to be much healthier and more productive than before. All Might talked Aizawa down from ripping both boys a new one, but he still put them both under house arrest and made them clean up the dorms. Kacchan gave Deku awkward rival advice to demonstrate how their relationship has grown and I was on cloud nine. Back at U.A., the kids (sans Kacchan and Deku) interacted with class B (who all passed their license exams) and, interestingly, Shinsou. Rat Principal conducted the opening ceremony, and All Might flashed back to his initial U.A. job interview, during which RP recommended a particular U.A. student (not Deku) as a potential successor to One for All. Presumably we’ll meet this mysterious person soon.

Today on BnHA: The opening ceremony concludes and classes resume. The kids ask Aizawa about the internships mentioned in the ceremony. Aizawa explains that they’re kind of like the work studies the kids previously did, but with the training wheels taken off. They’re also long-term and not arranged by the school but rather undertaken by the students in their free time. First year students normally do not participate, but with the rise in villain activity, the school is now considering it. Later that evening at the fanfic dorms, Deku takes out the trash and meets a disembodied face just chilling out in the wall near the garbage dump. Three days later, Deku is allowed to rejoin class, and Aizawa introduces the three top-ranked students at U.A. -- known as the Big Three -- to formally talk about the internships.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 151 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

OH MY GOD

have we really not gotten her bio before?? wow someone was really asleep on the job there

“you can’t deny that she’s almost becoming too powerful” I will not deny it, no

interesting that she has a weakness to cold environments. I wonder if her suit could be upgraded with a heater to counteract that. Todoroki had something similar I think

but. I do want to see sleepy Winter Tsuyu saying that she’s sleepy over and over again though

and her hairstyle is fucking mysterious. that has nothing to do with her being a frog girl. that’s all her

OH MY GOD IT’S THE GUY EVERYONE’S SCARED OF, HOUNDDOG SENSEI. I read your bio too early as well, sir. so I already know I love you

what the shit

I can why he is feared by children. for sure

lol Vlad King is translating

apparently Hounddog was spilling all the tea about Deku and Kacchan’s fight

everyone’s going to be so weirded out when they realize Deku and Kacchan are actually acting civilly around each other now. (or really, once they realize that Kacchan is behaving civilly toward Deku; let’s not pretend this wasn’t by and large very one-sided)

this makes three eventful things that have involved Bakugou within the last month. first the kidnapping, then him failing the exam, and now this secret nighttime fight. gossip for days. I’m really glad he’s starting to get his confidence now, he’s gonna need it to brush all of that off

so now the students are being dismissed back to their classrooms

some girl is asking another student whether he knows which first years got into a fight. but he seems to be ignoring her, and laughing almost ominously??

is this still the kid from the end of the last chapter? the would-be successor? Neville Longbottom? I don’t see any wings, though

so now class A is back in their homeroom and Aizawa’s telling them the new semester is gonna be even tougher than the last

Mina’s whispering to Tsuyu, “guess he’s not gonna say anything about it”

about what? the fight or the exam?? too much has happened recently, be more specific

now Tsuyu’s raising her hand to ask Aizawa a question

oh, she’s asking about the internships. forgot those were mentioned

the other kids are also curious

and Aizawa’s explaining they’re just like a more formalized version of the internships they did earlier

now Ochako is fucking LEAPING OUT OF HER SEAT AND SCREAMING “THEN WHY DID WE HAVE THE DAMN SPORTS FESTIVAL”

DEKU-KUN’S ARMS DIED FOR THIS!!!

and Iida’s agreeing that if they were gonna have internships anyway then why would it matter if they got scouted

wouldn’t they intern at the same places where they did the field training?

ah, Aizawa says that the internships are managed by the students themselves, so that’s why it was important for them to make some connections with agencies following the festival

I imagine this would be much harder for normal first year students who weren’t the stars of their first sports festival. they did say that it was usually the third year kids who got the most focus. they must really be desperate if they hadn’t been scouted by that point

apparently the hero agencies used to do their own recruiting in the past, but they would all fight over who got the U.A. students, so that’s why the system was changed

Aizawa says that now that they have their provisional licenses (except poor Todoroki), they’re eligible to participate in more formal, longer-term hero activities

so when exactly are these internships gonna take place then? he said he wasn’t planning to tell them about this until later. and apparently this used to only be something they did with the second and third year students, but given recent events, they’re now giving serious thought to letting the first years get some experience as well

and now first period is starting and Mic’s walking in lol. and Aizawa’s walking off

(ETA: oooh, this is a good opportunity to ask a question I’ve had for a while, which is: does anyone know what subject Aizawa actually teaches? because Mic here has now been established as their English teacher, and I’m just curious what Aizawa does. if I had to guess I’d go with hero law or something. but actually it would be really funny if it was like. art)

and we’re cutting back to the dorms yaaay

and Deku’s room

he’s working out and apparently his arm is feeling better

I guess he strained it a bit with that punch earlier?

and he’s remembering what the doctor said about him permanently damaging his arms if he keeps pushing it

the previous night he let his emotions get the better of him, and he’s thinking that even though he was being careful, he should probably restrain himself in future situations

now we’re cutting to evening and the other kids are giving Deku and Kacchan a hard time, which frankly I would be disappointed if they did not

BAKUGOU WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT ISN’T HIS DUST, HE DID A GOOD JOB CLEANING, UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE

I imagine that Bakugou actually is pretty good at cleaning, since he’s probably gotten his fair share of similar punishments in the past

(ETA: yeah I’m pretty sure the Bakugou household is spotless and Kacchan is a god at any and all domestic chores for this exact reason)

Satou and Kirishima are talking about Mic’s class earlier, and Jirou, Ojiro, and Hagakure are talking about the internships while Deku listens curiously

I’m surprised that the house arrest involved them missing all of their classes tbh

oh my god even Iida is dragging Deku

MISTER HOUSE ARREST

wow, apparently they were forbidden from talking about class to either him or Bakugou

I take it back, this is probably the best punishment they could come up with for either of them. they’ll never pull something like this again as long as they live

(well, maybe not for a couple of weeks. they’re still stupid and have short memories)

and as long as the teachers make sure they’re able to catch up (which shouldn’t be too hard given that these two were almost at the top of the class to start with), there isn’t really much harm done

anyway, Iida says he’s mad at Deku, and that he and Bakugou are getting their just desserts

so now Deku’s hauling out the trash and sulking about being left behind

it’s so perfect, because we know how obsessed Deku is with taking notes about everything. and we know how hyper-competitive Bakugou is. so yeah, they’d really be feeling it. and this is only the first day

anyways hey what the fuck is this

lol. :’D should I be getting ready to scream here

>:D hey there fella

oh okay, thanks

what a friendly wall

LMAO that’s exactly the interaction that takes place though, oh shit I can’t

JUST HERO SCHOOL THINGS

SKJDSLAK NOW HE’S ON THE GROUND

HE’S ASKING IF HE SURPRISED DEKU. YEAH BUD. YOU DID

WOW WHAT A WEIRD LITTLE FACEMAN

HOW PECULIAR

he says he’s sure Deku will know all about him soon enough! :)

in any case, what’s important is you keep your spirits up! :)

he says “there’s some sort of rumor going around” so Deku needs to have his wits about him :)

and now he’s disappeared again

gooooooood question. whatever it was it was amazing

and now we’re fast forwarding to three days later (so Kacchan is still on his last day of house arrest lol, BUT YOU DID START IT BUSTER)

and Deku is screaming apologies at everyone, and he’s fucking FIRED UP

looooool

so Aizawa says that now that Deku is back they’re gonna talk formally about the internships

I guess they don’t need to wait for Bakugou because he doesn’t have his license yet anyway. how fucking awkward is all of this for Shouto though, damn

Aizawa’s beckoning someone inside, and he says they’re going to hear about the internships firsthand from someone with personal experience

oh! it’s some third years!

woooooow omg

Horikoshi has mentioned Belgian comics before (as part of Monoma’s “likes” I think. of all people), so I guess it’s not that much of a surprise that he went and gave somebody a Tintin face

now I’m starting to think this isn’t the wings guy. is this still the successor that RP was going to recommend to All Might though? the hair’s the same so I’m thinking yes

imagine this guy with One for All powers. frankly I love him, so. it wouldn’t have been the worst thing

the girl is really pretty but also nondescript enough that I’m coming short when it comes to nicknames. PLEASE GET SOME CHARACTER TRAITS OR A NAME SOON SO I DON’T HAVE TO FLAIL AROUND

this other guy is basically Messy Uchiha Sasuke. like, Sasuke if he just didn’t give any fucks

(ETA: or Sasuke if he had elf ears and crippling anxiety)

so that’s the end of the chapter! is this next arc gonna be internships then. what will Bakugou and Todoroki do omg I’m gonna miss them

(ETA: I’m not even gonna comment sob)

 BONUS:

 the bonus page for this one was the hound dog guy. just a reminder that everyone is terrified of him and he is A Distinguished Man on Campus and he likes drinks with his dinner

[ryouverua]

The Final Lab

.......... is really, really weird.

just what I’d expect from someone who may or may not have set up the love key system tbh

Is it weird to consider this the Mastermind’s Lab? .... Maybe?

Oh. Oh, that’s what you meant. Also, damn - does it spread out as far across as the AV room too?

Sure they are. Yup. They’re definitely here. Oh, hiding? ....... I don’t know if I’d go that far.

OH THE MUSIC CHANGE

I did think it was weird that the music hadn’t changed when we walked in there!

.... this is so oddly conspicuous.

OH IS THAT WHERE THAT THING FROM THE JUNKO-SCENE WAS THIS WHOLE TIME

Wait, what? We were supposed to find this room???

.......

The, uh. The what now.

I... guess there’s no denying that this is connected to the old games then. Btw, totally random, but I like that little ‘tinny’ filter they have on Monokuma’s voice. It’s a nice touch.

- says Sweetcheeks, to the giant Monokuma head

I mean, I know he means ‘are you the Monokuma that’s been in charge of everything this whole time or are you a separate entity’ but it just sounds kinda funny that’s all. 8′D

Anyway, it confirms that but goes on -

.... IS THIS YOUR WAY OF TRYING TO DIVERT MY ATTENTION FROM THAT WHOLE ‘WE HAVE TO PROTECT OUR REAL MOTHER’ FROM CHAPTER 4. 8/ I’M NOT BUYING THAT THIS IS THE MOTHER YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT.

Though with that said, uh, what’s with the sudden ‘maternal’ imagery???

I wonder if the Monokubs were made there too... they’re separate from Monokuma, but they were obviously replaced. Also, that... doesn’t... look like a machine that could make new Monokuma, but I’m going to choose to believe this for now only because it’s something that was brought up in Chapter 1 too. I can’t think of a reason why this could be untrue...

That’s a good point. I mean, unless there’s a hidden area behind there that have pre-made Monokumas that just need to be activated or something? That would make more sense...

“Duh-doi.”

That’s true. This is... weird. I’m just - I’m just getting a weird vibe in general.

WHY WOULD YOU ASK HIM TO DO THAT WHEN THERE IS LITERALLY A ‘MONOKUMA ET ALL VS STUDENTS’ WAR RIGHT NOW

S T O P

ASDL;KFJASDF okay I actually laughed

also thank god, honestly

oh god it has a good point

DUDE DON’T SAY IT LIKE THAT THAT’S WEIRD

What is happening right now are we trying to call his bluff but what if it isn’t a bluff WHAT IF IT ISN’T A BLUFF -

GUYS PLEASE STOP SAYING THAT THAT’S REALLY CREEPY

But at the same time, why would it lie now? What if the deadline had come way back in Chapter 1 and there wasn’t any firepower to back it up? There... had to have been a way to back up that threat. .... Right? Right? oh god please don’t say Kaede killed for nothing -

“THIS IS WHY WE KEEP GETTING BLOWN UP BY K1-B0, SHUICHI!”

Wait, what? That’s a Monopad? I couldn’t tell from the original angle. ..... A Monopad with blood on it??? And is that a handprint....

WHAT

W H A T

Wait, I’m trying to remember... didn’t he have a Monopad on him when he died? We talked about this already, right? So he started the game with two? hey rantaro why does monokuma let you have two monopads -

ahaha lol bye necklace!perk theory

.... Wait, if it has his handprint on it, isn’t that the one he was holding in the picture?

WHAT HE GETS AN ENHANCED MAP THAT’S CHEATI - oh I guess that’s part of the perk. But still. Still.....

.... Man this would have been so helpful to have from the beginning. 8′/

But there it is - the reason Rantaro knew the exact location of the library door. It was literally laid out for him. The mastermind really did lure him there...

Oh my god this literally spells out what memory he’ll learn next. The mastermind’s moves. Literally everything that would perfectly position him to the perfect spot - this almost seems like it was designed that way! To prey on his paranoia from his missing memories! This wasn’t a hint, this was a fucking set-up from the start!

.... And yet, it was written by him. But it had to have been approved by the mastermind, right? Or at the very least, the mastermind knew about it...

HONESTLY I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF WITHOUT IT

Man, past!Rantaro screwed over future!Rantaro really well.

I’m so fired up at how unfair this all was for him ffff he was set up to fail under the guise of it being a perk what the hell, he wasn’t even given a fighting chance at all - ?!

JUSTICE!!! JUSTICE FOR RANTARO!!!!

.... I-I mean, I have no idea who it could belong to.

Oh, he knows. He 100% knows. This is him just living by ‘measure twice, cut once’, a proverb I wholeheartedly subscribe to btw.

And she knows it too.

MAN literally the moment anything Kokichi-related comes up she is up and running to it. It’s a shame she hasn’t been able to shake that ‘KILL THE MASTERMIND!!!’ attitude that caused all the problems in the first place, but at least she seems incredibly determined to make it up to Kokichi’s memory personally...? 8′D or am I reading too much into it again

insert laugh track

INTROVERT BUDDIES :D

I’m sorry WHAT -

what - ?!

It’s just... laying here? In the trash, with nothing else? Another thing we’re supposed to find???

Is that from Kaede’s sweater?

This... is a continuation of the set-up? Just, just leaving this shotput ball here like Kaede just ~has~ to be lurking around here - ??

It... has to be Tsumugi. Between her ‘finding’ the cold room, Kaede’s profile, Kaede’s ‘twin’, just leaving Rantaro’s Monopad out here for us to find, Motherkuma handing out convenient clues and ‘evidence’ of her living in here... it’s all too convenient?

... No, this is a set-up. She’s trying to set up Kaede as the mastermind. And she even had Kaede’s clothes at one point, didn’t she??? For the cospox scene? Did - did Shuichi just realize it was Tsumugi too, then?

...

omg I just remembered Tsumugi being incredibly pissed at Rantaro when he basically made her third-wheel in the nailpolishing scene that was totally going to be the Kaemugi Magnum Opus and telling him to, what was it? ‘Backflip into a landmine and die?’ shinjaeba - it was right there. it was the first comparison I made in my head. I should’ve known in that moment.

That is so darkly hilarious in hindsight, though I still wonder how she knew to count on Kaede’s plan. What if Shuichi hadn’t found the door? Wait, if the Survivor’s Perk ended up here after Kaede’s trap was triggered, does that mean she darted out and nabbed the Survivor’s Perk afterwards??? But... how did she get past everyone in the first place......... Maybe with Monokuma lying in wait in this room, then? If she had an extra in here and Rantaro had opened the door anyway, it would be easy enough... maybe...???

I HAVE A LOT OF QUESTIONS...

oh Tsumugi is encouraging me to continue looking around too

YOU LEFT MORE CLUES TO POINT A FINGER AT THE THEORETICAL MASTERMIND!KAEDE, DIDN’T YOU

So as long as you were quick enough, you could dart in and out of the room via the automatic door to... say... grab a Survivor’s Perk. Got it.

So you mean... it might not matter if you happened to put the receipt signed tape dust on the reader if the mastermind had already gotten in the room, so there’s potentially a chance that it was accessed if Shuichi’s timing/luck was bad?

H-Himiko plz

C-Can we also talk about how while Mother Monokuma is confirming that this is the ‘Remnants of Despair’ room, Tsumugi is the one that keeps pushing for that comparison... she’s, uh, way too hyped about them. I’m just sayin’.

“Well, they are now - oh, crap. Uh. Um. Just. Forget I said that.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘NO’ WE PRACTICED THIS - I MEAN -”

I know the context is inaccurate but seeing Tsumugi sweating like this right here is making me lol - and I think I can stop saying ‘assuming I’m right’, because... I’m... starting to feel pretty confident tbh.

I feel like Motherkuma’s attitude is a bit different than Monokuma’s? Or am I just imagining things? It seems a lot more relaxed about the mysteries of everything than the other one, and certainly the Monokubs. They literally almost blew the students up for trying to get in here!

IT HAS TO BE LOOPING, THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD SAY THAT IF IT WASN’T LOOPING IN SOME FASHION

Because it would have to end if there were only two people left, but clearly it wouldn’t if there was! And Rantaro is proof that it didn’t end with him, either!

The question is, why is it looping????

HOW MANY MORE CAN THERE BE

oh god they really are getting faster i barely captured anything from this

WAIT WHERE IS EVERYONE ELSE

So... Monokuma is still a recognized figure.

It would have been before Shuichi’s time though, yeah? And of course it would have been recorded as a significant event. I was curious so I looked up what our real life ‘most watched’ events in TV history were and they’re mostly positive, tbh - but not all of them. There were some significant funerals. Anything planned, basically.

'Like they usually do?!’ Okay, they are seriously emphasizing the ‘this game is looping’ angle here - and apparently Shuichi should be aware of this fact? Monokuma’s explaining it all, but it sounds like it’s more of a recap than anything!

He recaps it conveniently for us:

Gofer Project, the state of the world, that they’re the last survivors, their promise to be friends...

Was it like this with the original class? It looks like Shuichi was the last one to be woken up, too. I wonder if that’s significant...?

Wait, but hadn’t they not met each other before this? Or I guess they just forgot their ‘first’ meeting and that was enough...

“Well tbh I was hoping you would monologue about your evil plans for a bit in case I conveniently remembered these memories later, but fine.”

...What a great name for the light. right right shouldn’t be giving the murder-bear props for anything, sorry -

With that said, the flashback in the helmets still bother me -unless that was supposed to be them losing their talents in the first place. .... I’m not... entirely convinced of that, though. I don’t think that image has been confirmed to be associated to the talent-loss, so I’m not going to write it off as that yet.

“That’s oddly specific and is giving me a different set of high school flashbacks - can you get rid of those memories too while you’re at it oh shIT -”

tell me you don’t see sweetcheeks getting shoved into a locker at some point in his life though

Are you sure??? Are you sure?

Again, mass-induced memories - but unlike the ones in the pod room, they didn’t seem to be triggered by anything specifically. I wonder, actually - did the others get that memory as well? Tsumugi apparently did, but -

That’s not your fault!!

aaaaaw she wants to find a clue too 8′D

LMAO you, uh, weren’t ready for the responsibility yet, huh. She wears her anxiety on her sleeve. 8′D

ATTAGIRL!!!

You’ve got this, Himiko! You don’t know this yet, but the meta is on your side! You’ll definitely find something!

Ah, the rare serious Himiko..

So, interesting. We’re splitting up again - Maki’s ahead, Himiko’s behind, and we’re still with Tsumugi. Why are all signs pointing to her so much right now??? Am I going crazy here??? I mean, she’s also the least developed out of everyone left which isn’t helping and we still haven’t seen her cosplay yet (outside of potential!Junko) so....??? So, my girl? Will we ever get to see the power of EVA foam in your capable hands?

[writing-anomaly]

Torn

Fandom:  Jojolion

Summary: Yasuho’s life is tearing at the seams. The volatile Rokakaka trade is catching up to them and when Josuke unravels, Yasuho  is pushed to her limit. She’s left more vulnerable than ever as she struggles to protect two men who barely know her.

This a story in which the protected must become the protector.

Chapter 6

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Trigger Warning: References of suicide in this chapter.

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"Excuse me. I'm looking for Kaito Yamada."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No. I'm his....daughter."

Yasuho practically choked on the words. She made a note to bleach her mouth out later; she needed to purify herself from uttering such a blasphemous statement.

She walked the short distance to the hospital for the sake of appeasing her mother. The building was midway on her route to class so she passed by there regularly. For her own sanity, she usually preferred to walk on the opposite side of the street from the medical facility.

Focusing on the birds singing amongst cherry blossoms helped to keep her mind from reliving memories she'd rather forget. Yasuho had been a patient there only once that she could remember.

..When she'd tried to commit suicide as a child, after her dad left home.

The divorce had wreaked havoc on her heart. During the separation process, her father tried to visit regularly in an effort to maintain her a sense of normalcy. Her heart lit up every time he came. But when he left...her fire would die down into a pile of ash.

So every time he came, Yasuho did her best to make it a special occasion.

Dressing up was a must.

On one of her school outings she even bought an expensive hair clip, hoping to earn one of her father's compliments. It was beautiful cast of gold with pink crystals near the center. Yasuho was sure he'd love it. Everyday she wore it in anticipation of her father's arrival only to suffer mental attacks from what she later realized to be a Rock Animal disguise. The memory of that occasion burned her soul like a block of dry ice.

When Yasuho closed her eyes,

she could see her father seated at the dining room table with his usual cup of tea. The bright morning sun made him glow like the savior she always knew him to be. The hero who would save her from her unruly mother; her sadness; herself. After she finished checking herself in the mirror, she ran to greet him. With every step she could feel his strong arms embracing her, holding her in place when every other aspect of her life was falling apart faster than a pillar of sand.

But, before she could open her mouth, he turned to her with a smile that broke her heart as he said, "I can't see you anymore. I have a new family now."

Strangely, any feeling of safety or wholeness began to disintegrate along with her father's image. His love, his security, became nothing but specs of dust, drifting within a fleeting breeze.

The whole ordeal had been a stand attack, of course, but she didn't know it at the time. Her hair clip was a Rock Animal, and it had defiled the only refuge she had ever known.

Yasuho's thirteen year-old mind was unable bear the weight of his rejection.

It broke her.

Numbness had taken over when she made the decision to slit her wrists. She carefully laid herself in a half-filled bathtub to make the clean up easier for whoever found her. It ended up being her mother who rushed her to the hospital she was currently standing in.

The University Hospital of Morioh.

Yasuho turned her attention back to the elderly woman behind the help desk.

She was currently on the phone trying to fact check her claim of being Kaito's child. The woman seemed skeptical as she squinted up at her from behind the black marble countertop, scratching at the coarse black hair, stuck awkwardly on the left side of her wrinkly chin.

After a few moments the younger worker sitting next to her whispered, "Yamada-san mentioned he had eloped recently. This must be his new step-daughter.

Yasuho interjected. "I just need to drop something off for him. He forgot his key."

The elder woman's expression lightened, "Ah, I see. Well, Dr. Yamada is currently tending to a patient but you may sit in his office until he returns. I'll just need a copy of your photo I.D."

The woman accepted Yasuho's card with a shaky hand, printing off a guest pass before handing both items to her. "He's located on the 6th floor, near the back end of the ICU. Have a nice day!"

Yasuho returned the woman's smile with one of her own and a curt bow, before making her way toward Kaito's office. The complimentary surgical mask she put on did nothing to protect her nose from being filled with the strong smell of alcohol and ammonia. White walls, white floors, white lights; it was a visually sterile environment. Not much personality or color to speak of.

... and another reason why Yasuho hated this place.

The halls were crowded with patients, doctors, and visitors alike. All consumed in their own little worlds, bumping into others without much care. Wanting to avoid the masses of people, Yasuho clung to the walls and away from the center of the walkways. After passing through a security check at the entrance of the intensive care unit, she was directed to the end of the hall where she found a door labeled, Dr. Kaito Yamada.

She knocked, as a curtesy.

When no one answered, she quietly let herself in and closed the door behind her.

His private office was white like the halls and moderately sized; big enough to easily fit four people comfortably. Mounted on the walls were shelves filled with a wide assortment of medical publications as well as anatomical books. A life-sized skeletal model was propped up on a stand near the far corner of the room. The exam table, she assumed, was for sleeping on; it was unusual for a doctor to invite a patient into one's private office.

Yasuho plopped onto a stool she pulled from under his computer desk, spinning in it like a hyped up toddler. Yasuho giggled, taking pleasure in the dizziness that made her head feel like a cloud. It was an immature act, but the privacy of Kaito's office allowed her to be indulgent. Settling into a quieter state of mind, she listened to the muted sounds of life going on beyond the closed door. Her ears twitched to the hurried shuffling of feet, fragments of a serious conversation, and the soothing sounds of a soft purr.

"The radiator must be old." Yasuho thought aloud.

After ten minutes, her inquisitive nature took control and she began to snoop around Kaito's belongings. His black bomber hung on a hook, mounted on the door.

"Bingo!"

A small smirk appeared on Yasuho's face as she dug his wallet out of the coat pocket. She had no intention of swiping cash, she simply wanted to know more about him, for her mother's sake.

Thumbing through its contents, she found his practicing license.

Kaito Yamada

Tokyo University

Specialization: Neurological Surgery

"Hmm..ok, Mr. Big shot.." Yasuho softly mocked.

At least he hadn't lied about his job..

If there was one thing her mother couldn't stand, it was a broke liar.

Next, she reached the album section of his wallet which held three photos. The first image was of his graduation from medical school. Kaito stood alone, no family or friends with whom to celebrate the occasion were present. Regardless, his face held a familiar glee that said he was ready to conquer the world.

Next, was a couple's photo of him and her mom taking a selfie on the beach. They looked genuinely happy as her mother laid down next to Kaito's sand covered body. She had tastefully sculpted him a set of boobs from the sand.

Reluctantly, small giggle escaped Yasuho's lips.

Her eyes widened as she recognized the girl in the last photo.

"She really gave him my picture..." She couldn't decided on whether to feel flattered or livid. Neutral is where she stayed, considering her mother didn't try to keep her a secret prior to the elopement.

Sighing, she placed the wallet and all its contents back into its appropriate pocket.

Click!

Yasuho panicked when she heard a loud sound behind her.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what it looks like!" She pleaded, afraid of being caught red handed, snooping in the doctor's coat.

After a moment, Yasuho paused.

The only entrance to the room was the door on which the coat hung. She had been facing it the whole time, and it hadn't moved at all from what she could tell.

"What is going on?" The words that escaped her lips were hushed by the fear of an answer. Yasuho, felt something big nudge into the small of her back and push her chest into the wooden door.

She screamed.

The surprise of having her body pinned made her tears fall in full panic.

Is this a stand attack?!

Another deep voiced purr emanated from whatever creature had caught her in its grips, sending a soul-shaking chill to the very core of her being. Her body trembled violently as she felt a hot breath work its way up and down her spine.

Unable to turn around, Yasuho activated her stand.

"Paisely Park!" She commanded from where her cheek was smashed against the door.

What appeared to be Yasuho's shadow sprouted from underneath her, taking on a 3 Dimensional body as it lifted from the wall. Its form was as curvaceous as hers and adorned with markings patterned after the map of Morioh. Her stand intersected her body, overlapping it within a pink luminescent mist as it recorded what Yasuho was unable to see.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her connection to her stand.

She saw what it saw.

Felt what it felt.

Expecting the worse, Yasuho inwardly prayed to whatever God was out there that she'd be able to make it out alive. Then she opened her mind's eye to solidify the connection.

What she saw was indeed something one would expect to purr.

A large cat-like creature was rubbing its head into her back. Its anthropomorphic form, built like a bodybuilder, was as tall as her chest even when crouched on all fours. Every sinewy muscle, rippled with just a minor movement of its powerful limbs.

"Omg, its a stand!" She squeaked in a voice she hope was quiet enough not to alarm the large beast. She winced as its large, leather-gloved, hands gripped her ankles; its sharp claws pierced in to her soft skin with ease. The cold trickle of blood gliding into her white socks made her woozy.

Yasuho closed her eyes again, in an effort to calm her pounding heart. Gathering her resolve, she stretched a hand back as far as it would go, extending her finger tips to catch a hold of the back of its hairless head.

She scratched.

Lightly, of course.

Yasuho bit her lip, peaking one eye open to check if she had just sealed her fate.

To her relief, the creature let go of her legs, its head leaning more toward her hand which was scratching it with as much affection as she could muster. Turning around slowly, she saw that it was a perfect mix between cat and human. Its large ears, which protruded from the top of its head, twitched playfully along with her fingers.

She suppressed a fearful giggle. Cuteness ended at the point of being able to tear a man in half. Yasuho knew better than to be a cause of alarm.

Caution was key.

The strange stand continued to purr enthusiastically, until her tired hand stopped scratching.

Its angular eyes shot open to regard her every movement with the intensity of a fearsome lion. Thin pupils were fully exposed, calculating in a way that made Yasuho gulp reflexively.

She then decided her fingers were, in fact, not too tired to keep on scratching.

The whole situation was unsettling to her.

If a stand was here, where was its user?

She could not shake the feeling that something was very wrong here.

From its appearance, Yasuho could feel the overwhelming power rolling off its form in waves which meant it was most likely a close range stand. Its owner had to be within a radius of 10 meters.

Slowly, Yasuho kneeled until she was face to face with the creature.

"Are you Kaito's?" She asked softly.

Her body fell back against the door, as it bared its fangs, closing in on her small form. It growled ferociously caging her body into place when it straddled her in a crouched position, never touching her, but not backing away either.

She took it as a 'no.'

Yasuho looked up at her at her own stand, willing it to dive into the computer system on her step father's desk. It may not be Kaito's stand but he had to know something about it.

She could feel her consciousness merge with Paisley Park, yet again as she began to free fall within the virtual world. The hospital's security system was top notch, but Paisley Park was made for infiltration. Energy surged through her body with each security level she breached. Neon blue tracks lined the walls like hieroglyphs scaling down a seemingly endless pit.

Countless doors appeared before her.

There wasn't a need to open any at random, she knew intuitively what they led to. Insurance records, bills, blood tests, Yasuho was aware of them all. It was the closest to being omniscient, that she could imagine; the ability of knowing everything, all at once, and being able to sort through it all. She was limited only by the range of the computer's network.

Before she knew it, she had reached the end of Kaito's files, disappointed when nothing stuck out to her. She flipped her body so that she landed feet first on the hard surface of the virtual floor. A wide circular wall encompassed her space. Yasuho looked up at the countless levels of doors and data she broke through to get to her current location.

"There has to be something in here.." Yasuho took in the last level of files. These doors held Kaito's personal information; his family registry, internal training results..

"No good." There was nothing out of the ordinary from what she could tell. Maybe if she could get a closer look at the lines of circuitry on the walls.

She took a step toward the wall, surprised when she felt a strong draft push her body backwards slightly. Unprepared, Yasuho lost her footing and hit the ground hard.

That's never happened before..

Curious, she squinted her eye to get a closer look at what had assaulted her. Barely visible, in the crease between the wall and the floor, was a vent. Hissing sounds emanated from it, as it pushed red embers into the air. She reached a finger, tentatively, to a glowing light that flew in front of her face, dancing like a fire fly on a summer's night. While other lights died, this one remained.

It held a warmth to it that drew her in.

When it landed on her index finger it, popped. Sparks flew in every direction, causing her to guard her face with her forearms reflexively from the wave of unexpected energy.

When she peaked her eye open, text floated in front of her like a phantom.

Human

That was odd. She hadn't asked for any information. Usually, her data grabbing powers only worked when she actively sought to penetrate an archive..

Yasuho touched another ember, this time prepared for the small explosion that came with it. Again, more abstract information floated in front of her.

Age: 29

"It's a trail.." Determined, Yasuho made her way to the source of the embers. Pushing past the onslaught of exploding embers, information was thrown at her like balls of hail in a thunderstorm.

Marine Surgeon

Male

There was no way to guard herself completely as she felt sharp stings on her legs, arms, and abdomen. It was the best she could do to guard her face. Every step she took was met with resistance. Crouching to lower her center of gravity, Yasuho practically crawled, digging her fingers into cracks in the floor in order to stop herself from being thrown back.

"So close.."

Her limbs were beginning to ache. She'd never been met with so much resistance...which meant the vent was exactly where she needed to be. It was obvious that wherever it led to, was not a place she was wanted.

When she became close enough, she thrust her fingers between the metal dividers within the vent to lock herself in place. Turning her head did nothing to stop the embers from flying into her face. Each pop emitted a light that might as well have been a solar flare. She dug her feet into the ground and spread them as she crouched.

Reaffirming her grip on the vent, she pulled with all her might.

It didn't budge.

A certain knowing washed over Yasuho and she relinquished control of Paisley Park's form. Suddenly, her fingertips sprouted like roots from her hand, delving into the depths beyond the metal shades of the vent. She wasn't sure what her stand was searching for, until a growing light leaked from the the gaps.

The image of a young man began to materialize in her mind. Dark wavy hair, complimented by full lips and a delicate, almost feminine nose that made Yasuho's heart skip a beat. There was something familiar about the person she saw. It was only a glimpse and she couldn't see his eyes, but even Paisley Park seemed drawn in by him as her fingers dug more desperately, prodding for any lock that would break the barrier between Yasuho and this peculiar man.

"O-ouch!"

A burning sensation singed her fingertips.

But Yasuho knew the pain was not in vain when the vent lifted from the floor.

Gauging the hole, she was just small enough to...

A loud siren went off.

Before she could react, she was hit in the chest with a force strong enough to split her consciousness from her stand.

Yasuho opened her eyes in a state of shock.

All the colors of kaito's fluorescent light split apart in a circular wave of rainbow swirls.

Her head hurt.

Her legs hurt.

Her face hurt.

Everything hurt.

Yasuho leaned heavily against the back of the office door as she caught her bearings. Red blotches covered her pale body like a case of measles; some were blisters. That explained why her body felt like she had been doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

Yasuho's eyes shot up as she remembered the dangerous situation she was in.

Where was that cat stand?

To her relief, only Paisley Park's form crouched over her, it's large singular eye blinking, like a child in need of direction.

Yasuho cupped her stand's cheek affectionately.

She felt a tinge of sorrow as she realized its body was just as damaged as her own. To be honest, she was surprised to feel so much pain, through her stands body. Damage taken by long range stands weren't supposed to affect the user's physical body.

She'd have to be more careful in the future..

"Well, we tried.." It felt like she was speaking to a daughter, as its form closely resembled her. It even had her signature ponytails and decorative barrettes.

Nodding, Paisley Park stood up and pointed to the back wall of the office, where the cat-like stand creature was scratching. It looked as if half the wall had slid two inches to the right and opened a portal within the time/space continuum.

A bit dramatic?

Yes.

But the whole situation was disorienting for her. Yasuho felt like she was starring in an episode of her favorite mystery cartoon, Scooby Doo. She'd stumbled upon a trail of clues that seemed to lead toward something important.

Back in the computer's main frame she felt something break. Looking at the faint blinking light beyond the wall, she was beginning to realize what it was.

Yasuho retracted her stand, not paying any mind to it fading out of existence as she walked passed it. Whatever was behind the wall held the key to what Kaito was hiding. There was no other choice, but to investigate.

Fear escaped her as she boldly approached the wall at the back of Kaito's office. Her eyes were fixated on what laid behind the barrier. She ran a hand lightly along the head of the cat-stand, which drew back onto its hind legs to look at her expectantly.

This must have been what it wanted all along..

Whatever was waiting for her had to be related to the man she saw in the virtual plane. The information she downloaded came rushing back like a waterfall, taking over her vision as all the text reappeared before her eyes.

29 years.

Human male.

She gripped the opening of the wall.

Blood Type: O

Yasuho pushed all her strength into the opening, not surprised when it slid open as if lubricated with butter.

Stand user

A small amount of light spilled over from the main room into the opening.

Killer Queen

The cat-like stand scurried past her to a bed stationed near the back end of the hidden room, just out of reach of the light.

She followed.

Her heart pounded in her ears, as she watched the cat creature jump onto the bed and nuzzle into someone who had no reaction.

She could hear a series of machines; swooshing, beeping, grinding in an orchestra of mechanical rhythm. An IV lay to the side of the bed, filled with an unnamable yellow liquid being fed through a venous line straight into his arm.

Fear caressed her heart as the he last word of her data dive appeared before her...

Deceased.

..because the body in front of her was still breathing.

Her breaths became labored with uncontrolled emotions as the gravity of the situation took full effect. Strength drained from her legs and she collapsed at the foot of the bed.

Yasuho barley suppressed a sob.

After a few moments, she wiped the blurriness from her vision.

Swallowing nervously, she reached for the small strip of paper tied to the man's toe by a string of elastic.

In small black text, she read the name.

Yoshikage Kira

To be continued...

[shadowdianne]

SQ prompt: late night deep conversations. (Think childhoods, struggles, what kind of funeral would they like, laughing at stupid simple things. That wholesome sort of thing.) leading to a first kiss. It's a humble request, I'm bad at describing prompts but I LOVE your writing so much omg

Thank you so much for your compliment. I hopeyou like my take on your prompt. It’s not as lighthearted as I think you had inmind but Emma wasn’t feeling like cooperating with me. I need to do somecharacter study with her after not writing her for quite some time…

Also, some time ago I said I was going toslowly write in my own headcanon of the possibility of Emma divorcing Hookafter the finale. Even if I had already mentioned that a couple of times before, this prompt was the first one to showcase some details on how. Consider thisanother snippet on that reality 😉

“This timeis a little more than a couple of boxes, uh?”

Emma lookedup from the spot she had been staring to for the last couple of minutes, theaforementioned boxes surrounding her and taking up the space of what had been aliving room until that very morning. Now moonlight was beginning to sip throughcurtain-less windows and she needed to blink twice as Regina approached herfrom the doorframe she had been leaning in, hands falling limply at her sideand looking way too refreshed for having been an entire day helping her pack.

Lights fromthe kitchen came on, pooling at Regina’s feet, creating a contract of gold andsilver that helped her see each wrinkle on the brunette’s clothes that betrayedthat apparent perfection.

“The firsttime you moved.” Regina’s words were gentle as she tilted her head to thegeneral direction of where Snow’s first and only flat for so many years stood,the building invisible from where the house stood but the memory strong enoughfor Emma to figure out what the other woman was talking about. “I think yourmother was quite surprised by that.”

“Oh.” Emmanodded slowly as she uttered the word, the fuzzy image of that second night atStorybrooke coming back to her through the thick clouds that seemed to havetaken a hold on her brain lately. “Yes,” she added tiredly while turning backto look at the boxes and dusty corners of the room. “there are more than acouple of boxes.”

Reginahummed, taking another couple of steps towards the blonde while doing so. Shehad seen the skittish movements during the day, the way Emma’s fingerstrembled, sometimes shimmering with dirty white magic whenever the blonde waspressed by either David or Snow with questions she wasn’t ready to answer. Caged. The word had been true for theyounger woman for so long Regina felt her lips dry as she licked them, staringat the blonde’s profile on the silver-hued -almost grey- light the moonlightlet on. She didn’t want to be the one making her jump.

Clearingher throat, she reached for her own magic; sparks of purple energy covering thepads of her fingers as two glasses appeared out of thin air. Liquid alreadysloshing inside of them, the glass was cold to the touch due to the two cubesof ice that came with it, reflecting the purple magic for a moment as itdissolved away.

“Cider?”She offered as Emma turned to look at her, her green eyes reflecting the magicthat wasn’t there anymore.

For amoment, they stood facing each other in the middle of an already abandonedmansion. One that hadn’t once suited Emma if Regina had a said on it. Then, aswhite sparks broke free from Emma’s flesh, the blonde nodded and grabbed oneglass looking at the liquid quickly as she took a step away from Regina, her calveshitting momentarily one of the boxes, the soft thud filling up the space of thesilence they seem to be submerged in.

“I thoughtthis was going to be the last time.” Emma’s admission came with the slidingsound of her sitting down, back on one of the boxes.  One that, according to the neat calligraphythat was displayed on its surface, had been one of the ones filled by Regina.The brunette herself waited for a moment before looking at the floor, theslight discomfort on her eyes a glow that disappeared quickly as she mimickedEmma’s movements. However, unlike the blonde whose hands dangled from her kneeswhere she had her wrists pressing the bony angles, Regina sat as proper asever; back straight and one hand firmly grasping the glass Emma had hangingfrom both her thumb and forefinger. “The… boxes, the packing.”

Emma’swords filled the space as Regina took a sip of the drink, half-wishing to magicup a couch the two of them could use and already knowing that it wasn’t thatwhat the blonde wanted.

Draggingout a slow, sad smile, Emma sighed and looked at the liquid inside the glass,her features darkened from the angle the light came in from the uncovered windows.

“It seemsyou were right.” Her voice was eroded, tired, and Regina narrowed her eyesslightly as she heard the following words that came from the blonde’s mouthbefore the woman took her own first sip of the cider. “I’m a runner.”

“Youaren’t.” Regina’s voice was still soft, somehow hoarse though after hours oftalking to Snow, trying to make her understand that no, Emma didn’t know tothink about whether some piece of furniture would make the moving. Not yet atleast. “You aren’t anymore.”

“That’s notwhat he said.”

Letting outa dry, small chuckle, Regina replied at that with a simple “Then it’s good wedon’t need to listen to him anymore, isn’t it?”

Emmagrowled at that but said nothing, a small smile -lighter this time- breakingthrough that grave exterior. Him.Regina hated that title; it sounded far too ominous for a simple pirate. Onethat had still tried to insult Emma and beat her down the night the blonde hadcalled Regina, whispering a quick “I needyou.” Regina had answered without a second thought, not caring a bit ofZelena’s chuckle and mumbled words she had tried very hard to forget about.

They satthere, in the corner of the room, for a few more minutes accompanied by thedistant ticking sound of a clock they had forgotten to take the batteries ofbefore putting it inside a box. Far from unsettling her, Regina found herselflistening to the sound, focusing on it as well as on Emma’s breathing and magicpulse. A pulse she had sensed growing more and more unsteady the weeks priorher decision, sparks crackling and blazing the air around her before she hadsaid words Regina felt that they should have been said way before.

“Tell me asecret.” She suddenly said, the words escaping her mouth as she took a swing ofthe cider. The boldness didn’t quite come from the “her” she had ended up beingbut she embraced it when Emma stared at her, surprise being written on everyinch of her face. Smiling, she shrugged very much like Roni would have done andwaited for Emma to pick the bait. “Anything. We will worry about the boxestomorrow, not tonight.”

For asecond, the brunette feared Emma would said what she had already heard fromZelena more than a dozen of times already. That this wasn’t like hers. Thewords carried with it the weight that yes, they were true and each day itpassed the more Regina felt as if someone had broken a toy and had stitched itback having only vague notions of how to do it. Feeling her muscles alreadybeginning to clench to that unsaid question, she was met with a soft smirk -onecloser to the Emma she remembered- and a nod.

“I hateyour new title.” A wince quickly followed the statement as Regina blinked,utterly surprised and only being able to mutter out a “what?” that was almostswallowed with Emma’s “Not like that!” cry.

“I lovethat they have realized you are a good queen. I’ve been telling them that foryears.” Emma’s words came out rushed as she moved her free hand towardsRegina’s forearm, the pleasant warmth her fingers left on the brunette’s bodyenough to make Regina laugh, lips upturned into a smirk.

“Even if Iinsist you to fill all forms?”

“Even withthat.” They had barely eaten that day and Regina begun to wonder if it had beena good idea to magic the two glasses as she felt slightly giddier than sheshould feel from just a couple of sips to it. The boyish smile Emma made as sheanswered, however, made her forgot that worry for the time being. “But I thinkthat there could be better titles for you. The Good Queen? It’s bland.”

Rolling hereyes, Regina shrugged and decided that, eaten or not eaten, she wanted thecider. Taking a sip, she sucked through her teeth as the ice hit them.

“Yourmother is a lot of things but not very imaginative, dear.”

“So, that’smy secret. What’s yours?”

For amoment, a second or even less than that as the ticking of the clock never onceseemed to arrive, Regina wondered if it was time to say something else and stopthe game she seemingly had decided they were going to play. A game juvenileenough to make probably both Henrys roll their eyes at them.

No, shewasn’t she anymore, was she? The question made her shoulders fall slightly butshe shook her head and kept going, looking at Emma who, still holding herselfas if she was about to break, seemed looser and more confident on her posture.Magic feeling like a bubbling liquid inside of her, Regina took another sip ofher drink, groaning as she realized she was close to finish it all.

“I don’thate that jacket of yours… that much.”

Emmalaughed at the words, the boyish smirk returning.

“That’s nota secret! I knew that!”

Reginashook her head and chuckled but remained firm as Emma pressed, magic beginningto drip from her fingers, pooling at the floor before disappearing, leavingbehind a faint buzzing on the air.

“What elseyou know then?” She finally turned to faze Emma just as the blonde finallyscooted closer, pupils slightly blown and lower lip hanging on the shadow of apout.

Pout thatdisappeared just as quickly as Emma moved away enough for Regina to notice howclose they had been. It was she then who blinked owlishly as Emma glanced ather, her free hand raising, fingertips tapping her chin as she thought.

“I know youdon’t hate my bug as much as you say.”

“Utterlyand completely false. That thing is a hazard.”

Shesmirked, thinking she had won the round until she felt something on Emma’smagic, the power shimmering and trembling until it steady itself, ticklingRegina’s senses as it did so.

“I know Iwant to kiss you now.”

Thatstopped the two of them, the light air they have been creating not quiteshattered but changed as Regina made a soft -almost strangled- noise.

In anyother circumstance, perhaps during daytime, perhaps without cider running hersystem, perhaps if she had a second to think this twice, Regina would say no.However, what came out of her as time seemed to elongate, magic pricking herlungs as she did so was a resounding…

“Kiss methen.”

And Emmadid.

[sunshinechii-scenarios]

Rainy Night

I felt really soft after watching their Grow Up M/V. Those lyrics hit me deep and I started crying omg im a looossseeerrr but seriously guys please take your time with what you’re doing. Don’t let your negative thought cloud over your positive ones and remember there’s always people to talk to! I’m always available to talk to anyone! - Chii

✿ Stray Kids’ Jisung x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ College!AU ✿ 2k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii

Background info: Jisung and you have been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school. You both are in your 3rd year of college and you both go to the same one! You are a full-time college student and part-time worker at retail. Jisung is also a full-time college student and does music gigs with his band SK (wow what could that mean)

I made the following divider so please don't take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii

      It was just your luck when the RA of your dorm taped up the 'OUT OF SERVICE' paper on the elevator as soon as you walked through the front doors. He apologized to you and went back to his office, leaving you there. You took out your phone to text Jisung.

Y/N: I’ll be up in a bit. I keep the spare key at the bottom of the mailbox.

Jisung: Okay 😊 I’ll see you soon!!! 😚

You sighed as you walked up the flights of stairs to the 9th floor. Your shoes felt like they were made out of lead but in reality, they were waterlogged. The clanking of the contents inside your bag echoed in the hallway. The yellowish lights tainted the cream walls. At one point, you had to hold onto the green railing to catch your breath. Eventually, you got to your room. You come to a stop when you stood outside the dark wood door. Looking down at your rain soaked shoes, you made an effort to get as much rain as you could off of them before you walked in. You lightly stomp your feet on the Welcome Mat and shook them off. There was a green post it on your door.

“I won’t be coming back until tomorrow in the afternoon, overnight study group! I’ll see you in class.”

Your roommate’s note sparked your memory of the final in your English class tomorrow that you completely forgot to study for. The things in your bag moved around some more as you pulled out the silver keys from your damp pocket to unlock the door. You sigh at the warmth of your dorm as you stepped inside. Jisung probably turned the heat on for you seeing that it was pouring outside. You let your bag slide off your back and hit the floor. This got Jisung’s attention that you were finally home from working at the on-campus bakery.

"Welcome back." He said as he made a midnight snack of Oreos that he took from your hidden stash in your desk.

You made a soft hum to let him know you heard him. You took off your shoes and haphazardly hung the wet jacket on the coat rack behind the door. You watched the drops of rain hit the floor. You left it alone, it was going to dry anyway and no one was going to enter or leave the dorm after you came back. Jisung peeked out his head from the mini fridge in search of milk to catch sight of you fully. Your face was dull and down while your body looked like it was about to fall at any moment. He set down the blue and white packaged box as his eyes followed you to your bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he stood by the small coffee table he had just put the Oreos on. You didn't turn on the lamp that was on top of the nightstand that was sandwiched in between your roommate’s bed and yours. 

"Mh." You mumble out. Not wanting to talk about it, you took off your wet socks and threw them in the laundry basket that was next to your desk. You pulled your shirt over your head causing Jisung to quickly look away and find sudden interest at the time on the clock. It was 1:33 AM.

"Why are you back so late? I was getting impatient, the bed was getting cold." He said jokingly and smiled but the dark room made it impossible to make out from your sight. 

"The overnight shift girl was late and that made me late for the bus back here." You spit at him. Your words were unknowingly cold and harsh. You were irritated and annoyed. Jisung immediately knew something was off and got worried. Anyone would be annoyed at walking almost 20 minutes from the bakery to the dorm in the pouring rain but there was more than that.

"Hey, wait. Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern for you but you just needed to hop into the shower right now and talking to him was pushing it back. 

"Obviously not! Does it look like I'm okay?" You turned to him and shouted. He was shocked. You realized how you sounded and turned away from him. 

"I-I'm sorry. I'm going to go take a shower. Don't wait up for me." You gather your things while Jisung's eyes were still on you up until you closed the door to the bathroom.

        You let yourself strip down from your underwear that stuck to your body uncomfortably. The rain really soaked through everything. You wasted no time in turning the hot water on and letting your tense muscles loosen. Jisung, on the other hand, was digging in duffle bag he bought for the night for something specific. Once he found it, he took off his sleeping shirt and threw on the sweater. He went to look for the thermos he prepared before he left his shared dorm with Seungmin. It was some calming tea that he knew you liked to drink on rainy days. You mentioned that you ran out of it and hadn’t been able to go to the store to buy some more. He decided to pick it up after his band practice with the boys before it started raining heavily that day. He gripped his hand around the silver bottle to see if it was warm and then opened the top to let some of the heat out. He left the bottle to cool on the coffee table while he went to your bed and fluffed up the pillows just in time for you to walk out. Your eyes landed on Jisung's pose on the bed. His body was parallel to the metal bed frame while his elbow was up and supporting his head. His knee was up while the other was rested straight.

"Hey there, cutie." Jisung saw you in one of his oversized shirts he gave you and sleeping shorts. He had to hold himself back with how cute you looked. 

"Jisung, not tonight." After that hot shower you just wanted to sleep the night away until you had to go to class the next morning. 

"Come on, I bought out your favorite sweatshirt of mine." You observed the gray fabric on his body and looked for the Champion® logo. 

"I'll get it wet." You said as you frowned, you bought the sweater for him as a gift and the last thing you wanted to do was get it wet. 

"Wow, my arms sure do feel empty right now." Jisung said as he grabbed a pillow and held it in his arms. He closed his eyes and gripped onto it. One eye opened when he heard your giggling. 

"I'm coming you loser hold on." Jisung smiled happily as you tried to get as much water as you could out of your hair before draping the towel on a rack behind the bathroom door. You happily jumped into the bed and sat on your knees by Jisung’s side.

“Oh! Hold on!” His cheeks raised as he went to get the thermos from the coffee table. The weight on the bed shift as the springs creaked. He walked back and sat at the edge of the bed. You felt the weight shift again. The scent of its contents filled your senses.

“Jisung, is that what I think it is?” You said a little too excitedly. Jisung laughed at your overly excited attitude. His light laughter filled the room.

“Yeah! I picked it up today! It’s still pretty hot and I wouldn’t want you burning your tongue.” He said as he set it down on the nightstand on your roommates side. You waited for him to turn back around to you. You threw your arms around his shoulders and rested your head at the base of his neck.

“You’re too good for me. I’m sorry about earlier.” You said as you stayed in the position. Jisung sighed and bought his arms around your waist. 

"Talk to me Y/N. You’ll feel a lot better once you get it all out.” He said as he moved around so you two could be in a more comfortable position to talk.

“You really are the best.” You said after you had placed a quick kiss on his chubby cheek. You sighed and got ready to unleash all your emotions and events throughout the day. Jisung reached his arm over to grab the thermos and fully unscrew the cap.

“I was about to leave since my shift ended but the manager said the night shift employee wasn’t here yet. I stupidly agreed to stay until she came but it’s not like I couldn’t say no, she's my boss.” You took the cap from Jisung and took a sip of the tea before setting it back on the table. 

“That was also the last bus. While walking home bus my shoes got wet! You would think that people would be more cautious while driving in the rain and go slower but no! That was the last thing I needed today.” The bus you usually took back to the dorm already left by the time you stepped foot outside the bakery. You went on to continue talking about the second half of your day. Your classes were fine, lessons went well and you had a really good lunch. Everything turned bad when you stepped into the bakery.

“There was a bunch of rude students who demanded their orders even though their food cards had a balance of $0.00! It makes sense of check your card before ordering and trying to pay with it right?” You finished your sentence to look up at him. He smiled and kissed your temple softly.

“Mh-mh.” Jisung hummed to agree while he kept you in his arms. His thumb running across the knuckles on your hand that he was holding.

“Then the manager ended up blaming me for being rude to the customer even though she didn’t listen that they were broke as a college student could be. They got their free meal and I got an annoying earful.” You took another sip of tea, it was cooler now so you ended up gulping it down. When you coughed, Jisung got startled and grabbed the tissue box on the nightstand and took some out for you.

“Thanks, I think I need to stop drinking tea like that.” You wiped your mouth and chin area before balling it up and tossing it into the waste bin. 

“Great shot babe!” Jisung let go of your hand to hi-five and then immediately went back to holding your hand.

“Were you able to take any breaks?” Jisung said. You sighed and nodded left to right. 

“No. I didn’t get to eat dinner either because the food stand in school already closed.”

“I wish I knew, I would have picked something up.”

“It's alright, I'll wake up early and get something to eat before my morning class starts,” you paused and then groaned.

“Speaking of class, there was a wonderful exam in the afternoon.

”“You'll do well on it, trust me. English isn't as bad as you think it is! Just don't over think the questions and you'll do great like you always do.”

“Thanks,” Jisung waited for you to say something but you pressed your head against the sweater. Your head was to his heart and hearing the rhythmical beating of it.

 "Why is it so hard for me?" You desperately didn’t want to wet it with your tears but you couldn’t help it.

"Hey, listen to me." You felt his hand cup your face to look up at him. 

"You did really well today. You're doing good. If it gets hard, don't worry. It's alright. You had a bad day and everyone has those. I'll be by your side, Kay?” You hummed and let yourself enjoy his home-like warmth. You two laughed soon after his stomach growled, “oh my gosh. Moment ruined.” 

“You know, Felix found a 24/7 Asian fusion restaurant that delivers right to the dorm door.” Jisung said as he fished his phone out from his sweatpant pocket.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You two smiled and giggled at the hour of 2 am.

Bruh Ive had this as a wip for like 2 weeks. I finished this the April 16th but bc I schedule my stuff you'll see this much later. I WAS EDITING THIS AND I JUST REALIZED!!! NO JISUNG DIDN'T WANNA DO THE DO™ HE WANTED TO CUDDLE IDK IF SOME OF Y'ALL MIGHT GET THE WRONG IDEA BUT NO HE'S A SOFT BOI and underaged ya nasty. A gentle reminder to not sexualize minors. Legit felix was like “I’m still a minor” soooooo chill yourselves. No shade bc idk anyone who writes like SK nasty stuff but thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

[theartofbeinganerd]

Hi you should make a lil ficlet for tony starks birthday tomorrow (May 29) if u have time hahaha you’ll never kno who I am

everything I thought I lost before (make me whole once more)

HAYLEY. Omg I know that’s you, and omg you are lucky that I’m such a giving person and that I managed to find the inspiration for this. You better enjoy this for how much I slaved over it (lmao really it only took like an hour, but still). Honestly. ;D ♥

Titled is based on the song Pieces by Red

*Set post IW, with A4 speculation

(Ao3)

-

Ever since his first birthday after hisparents had died, which he had spent alone for the very first time in his life,Tony had begun having bigger and bigger birthday parties to celebrate the occasion.He’d never wanted to feel that way again, had never wanted to spend anotherlonely birthday in a big empty house with only the memories of past celebrationswith his family to fill the void. And so, the very next year, he’d started thetradition of filling his big empty house with people to get drunk and forgetabout everything with, even if he’d more often than not had no idea who half ofthem even were.

But, if Tony had thought that thatbirthday he spent by himself was lonely, he was now coming to realize that itcouldn’t even compare to the feeling of being isolated on an alien planet,having just watched half a dozen people simply turn to dust right before his eyes (he still had the kid’s dust, his ash, on his palms, still had the words “I don’t want to go” ringing in hisears). It was worse – much worse.

However, this time he didn’t find himselfwanting to solve it like he had as a kid, he didn’t want to surround himselfwith people, or to drink himself into a stupor so that he could forget aboutall of it for just a little while.

No, Tony just wanted…he wanted Pepper,and Happy, and Rhodey, and…and Peter, that was it.

And it was then that he realized; he didn’teven know if…what if they’d all turned to dust too? What if he actually was all alone again?

The simple thought was too much for himto bear, and so Tony forced himself to push it aside immediately, or else itmight pull him down into the depths of a despair that he hadn’t felt in a longtime, and this time, he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to pull himself out ofit. Not alone.

Instead, he focused on putting all of hisenergy into getting himself and the android girl (Nebula, he thought her namewas) back to Earth, and back to whoever was left there. If he was beingproductive, if he was doing somethingwith his hands, with his mind, he wouldn’t break. He could hold together aslong as he had something to hold together for.

And, just as soon as this mess had beenhandled, and just as soon as Thanos’s giant purple ass had been kicked and theuniverse had been avenged…the first thing that Tony was going to do was officiallycancel his birthday, due to happen in just a week’s time now. After all, nomatter who he found still alive back on Earth, with who he knew was truly gone and with what they’d lost…itcould simply never be enough.

-

As he stepped out onto one of thebalconies off the Avengers compound, Tony could still hear the slightly dullednoise of the party inside, of those celebrating the ultimate defeat of Thanosand the return of their lost friends and allies (though, it was still slightlylow-key as far as parties went, some of them still in mourning for those whosedeaths hadn’t been reversed with their victory). He assumed that he would bemissed by the others eventually, but he just had to take a moment by himselfbefore he went back in there and had to put his playboy party animal image backon, before he had to make it seem as though he was just as unfazed by all ofthis as he was everything else.

He hadn’t been out there very long at all,however, when he heard, “I had a feeling that I’d find you out here.”

Though he didn’t turn to face her, asmall smile ticked Tony’s lips up at the corners, and he replied with his usualdry wit, “Yeah, had to take a break from the Guardians before my eyes startedwatering – what, are there no showers in space?”

A hand slid along his bicep then, and heimmediately relaxed into her touch, briefly closing his eyes and letting out asmall, content sigh. “Tony,” shemurmured, knowingly, but with a note of concern in her tone.

“I’m just still…processing,” he assuredher, brushing her worries off gently. “Don’t worry about it.”

Pepper gave a short scoff at that. “Askingme not to worry about you is like asking the Hulk not to be angry, or askingThor not to be so good-looking.”

At first, Tony just nodded absently alongwith her words, but then he arched his eyebrows and finally turned to look ather, catching sight of her smirk even in the dim light spilling out from theparty inside. “Wait, what?”

Ignoring him, as she was wont to do fromtime to time, though, Pepper went on, “I know that you’re going to need sometime, and I’ll give you all of the space you need, Tony, but, I’m here.”

Even though Tony didn’t need thereminder, he was grateful for it – of course, Pepper had always been there(except when she wasn’t, but he tried his best not to think of that time), andshe understood him so easily, so effortlessly, in a way that few other peoplein his life did. He reached up to fit his hand over hers, giving it a smallsqueeze to show her his gratitude.

Aloud, however, he pressed, “So, what isthis about Thor being ‘good-looking’?I mean, hello, gorgeous fiancé standingright here.”

In response, she shot him that sly smirkagain, then caught his hand within hers, twisting his wrist gently so that shecould see his watch. After a beat, she leaned in and pressed a lingering kissto his cheek, murmuring, “Happy Birthday, Tony.” Surprised, he threw a glanceof his own down at his watch, and she added, “It’s past midnight now.”

“Hey, I forgot your birthday was comingup!”

At the sound of the new voice, they bothturned simultaneously, finding Peter just slipping through the door and outonto the balcony with them.

With an apologetic little grimace, Peterrushed to explain, “With everything going on, it just completely slipped mymind. So, uh…can I give you a raincheck on your present?” Then, his frowndeepened, and he asked, “Um…is there anything you need, by the way? Maybewithin the twenty dollar range? Or maybe ten – May cut my allowance aspunishment for sneaking off on a spaceship without telling her. I mean, you’rea billionaire, so you probably have everything you need, but…” He paused,briefly, then snapped his fingers and muttered to himself, “Never enough coffeemugs.”

For amoment, both Tony and Pepper were quiet, but then Tony asked bluntly, “It’smidnight – isn’t it past your bedtime, kid? It’s a school night.”

Peter gapedat him, waving a hand back toward the party as he insisted, “But it’s an Avengersparty, and I’m an Avenger now!”

Pepper tooka half-step forward then, resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder as she said warmlybut firmly, leaving no room for argument, “I’ll let Happy know to be ready todrive you home in ten minutes.”

Peter’slips turned down and his shoulders sagged slightly, but he still agreed lowly, “Yeah,okay, thanks Pepper.” Then, in a moment, he perked back up slightly andstarted, “Oh, Mr. Stark –”

Cutting himoff abruptly, Tony told him flatly, “Do notask me how old I am.”

Holding uphis hands and widening his eyes, Peter quickly shook his head. “No, I wasn’tgoing to! I just wanted to say Happy Birthday!”

“Oh.” Tonyarched his eyebrows, then added, “Well, thanks, kid.”

“Hey, areyou gonna have one of your big, famous parties this year? Can I come?” Peterasked hopefully, his eyes lighting up at the prospect.

Before Tonycould answer, though, Pepper pointed out, “Peter, I really don’t think that Maywould approve of that.”

“But I’d beon my best behavior! And I’d makesure to be home before midnight!”

“No, I don’tthink so,” Tony interrupted the conversation, his tone speculative. Peterturned to him with his eyebrows raised in clear surprise, and Pepper evenlooked a bit taken aback. However, Tony glanced first through the glass doorsof the balcony at all of his friends mingling and laughing and drinkingtogether inside the compound, and then to Pepper and Peter there beside him,then told them, “We’ve already got a party going right here – all it needs is acake and an ice sculpture of me and we’re all set.”

Pepperrolled her eyes fondly at his words, even as she found his hand with hers oncemore and twined their fingers together. As her thumb began to lightly strokethe back of his hand, he knew that she understand without him ever having tosay a word that he couldn’t possibly ask for a better party than this one.

After all,why would he want to wait to celebrate his birthday with a couple hundredstrangers when he could celebrate with everyone that he cared about right now?

“What?”Peter cried, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Now this is your birthdayparty too? If I ask May, can I stay alittle longer? Just another hour?”

“I’ll talkto her,” Pepper offered warmly, “and I’ll see if I can swing twelve-thirty atleast.”

As Peterbegan to thank her profusely, Tony just stood back for a moment and listened tothem talking, heard Pepper’s soft laugh catching on the light spring breeze asshe squeezed his hand gently, and caught the flash of Peter’s excited grin ashe clasped his hands together eagerly. Even though he was still trying his bestto get over the crushing feeling of watching people turn to dust right beforehim and being able to do nothing to help them, of thinking that half theuniverse was gone forever and he was all alone again, even though most nightshe still woke up in a sweat, unable to breathe properly, staring at his handsand still seeing them coated in ash…

Well, he still couldn’thave asked for a better birthday than this one.

[taexual]

EXO / They realize they’re in love with you

Request: Can you please write an Exo reaction 'realizing they're falling in love with you'? Like after dating for a while or being friends you know stuff like that? Thank you and have a nice day!            

this was so much fun to write omg thank you for requesting this, hope you enjoy!! 🖤

OTHER VERSIONS OF THIS REQUEST: GOT7 / BTS

Xiumin

Ever since you and Minseok started dating, you two decided that no matter how busy you both were, you had to spend Friday nights together. And in order to make that possible, both of you pissed off a lot of friends who wanted to hang out with you. So, in return, they constantly teased you both about being whipped, despite only being together for two months.

This was another one of those Friday nights, when the two of you were cuddling on your couch, watching Harry Potter movies, while your phones were turned off.

“You know,” Minseok said while Harry and Ron flew into the Whomping Willow on the TV. “This is my favorite part of the week.”

“Watching Harry Potter?” you asked teasingly.

He smiled. “No. Being with you.”

Your smile widened as you turned your head to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Well, you’re my favorite part of the day. Every day.”

He laughed at this. “Do you always have to beat me in everything?”

You nodded, still smiling.

Minseok’s heart almost started to beat out of his chest because of the sudden warmth that spread through his body when he realized that there was no place in the world where he’d rather be right now. He’d never leave this couch and your teasing smile even if someone offered him a free ticket to Hawaii or the moon.

“I love you,” he said, not able to hold it in any longer. “Beat this.”

Your eyes opened wider and your heart started to beat faster immediately after he said it. Not replying anything just yet, you leaned in to kiss his lips, putting everything you felt into the kiss that was warm and soft but still left you both breathless.

Then you pulled away and looked at him with the widest smile possible, ready to one-up him again. “I love you more.”

Suho

Junmyeon has been working the whole day with barely any breaks. He was exhausted but he didn’t want to go home before he finished doing everything that he started when he first came to the studio this morning.

Suddenly, his phone started to ring. He could have sworn he had put it on silent and yet it was still ringing. He picked it up, annoyed until he saw your name as the caller’s ID and that forced his heart to warm up instantly.

“Yeah, Y/n?” he picked up the call.

“I’m outside your door right now,” you said. “I brought you food but I’m freezing my ass out here and no one is letting me in, so I assume you’re the only one still awake. Please, come unlock the door.”

He checked the clock on the wall in front of him. It was 1:35am, and you brought him food, fighting the risk of catching a cold in this weather or worse, being attacked by some lunatic.

“I’ll be right there,” Junmyeon said, his voice suddenly quiet.

He tried to gather himself together as he flew down the stairs to the front door. The sight he saw through the glass door – you waiting for him, with paper bags filled with food, in the middle of the night – forced him to stop for a moment due to an overwhelming amount of thoughts running through his head. The memory that it was freezing cold outside, however, forced him to start walking again a second later.

He opened the door finally, ushering you inside quickly.

“I should have worn a warmer coat,” you said, visibly shaking. “Anyway, I’m sorry I disturbed your work but I knew you’ve been locked up in the studio the whole day and you always forget to eat when you do that, so I—”

“I’m going to marry you.”

“—brought you food. What did you just say?”

“I said I’m going to marry you,” Junmyeon repeated a lot more confidently. “Not right this moment, of course. But one day in the future, I promise you that.”

“I’m…” you tried to say something but you were too flushed and overcome with emotion that you couldn’t form sentences anymore. “Where did this come from?”

“It just did,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I realize that I don’t want anyone else. You’re the one for me and I’m not letting you go. Now, come on. Let’s warm you up, I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Lay

He was halfway across the world from you and seemed to always forget the time difference. And yet, you always answered whenever he called you. Which is why, it was 3am on a school night, and instead of sleeping, you were on the phone with him.

“—and then he told me I was annoying him. Me! How could I ever annoy anyone?” Yixing finished telling you a story about a rude stage manager that he encountered in Shanghai.

“I honestly don’t know,” you answered and then tried to cover up a yawn, but failed.

“Am I—oh shit, what time is it there for you?” he asked, suddenly realizing.

“It’s, uh, a little after three,” you said, awkwardly.

“3 PM?”

You stayed quiet for a moment before answering, knowing he’ll freak out once you do. “No. 3 AM.”

“Oh my God,” Yixing gasped. “I’m so sorry. I woke you up, didn’t I? Why didn’t you turn off your phone when you went to bed?”

“Because I knew you’d call,” you said before you realized how it sounded.

He stayed quiet on the other end and you started to regret being this honest.

“Y-you don’t turn off your phone because you’re waiting for me to call?” he asked, slowly, still not fully understanding what you had just told him.

“Yeah,” you answered simply. “We don’t see each other when you’re away, so talking on the phone is the only way for me to hear your voice.”

You heard him swallow on the other end and another moment of silence followed. Yixing couldn’t decipher his thoughts and couldn’t seem to find the right words to express what he was feeling right now. He has never been with anyone this dedicated, and consequently, he realized that he has never felt these feelings before, either.

“I’m flying home tomorrow,” he said suddenly.

“What?” you asked, confused. “But your tour isn’t over for two more weeks.”

“Y/n,” Yixing said. “I’m flying home to tell you that I love you.”

Baekhyun

You and Baekhyun have been friends for almost five years. He treasured you like you were the most important person in his life, and he always thought that you meant so much to him because he knew you for such a long time. But then he realized that he never felt the same way about the other members. Or any other friend he had. Sure, he loved them. But not in the same way.

It took him long enough to finally put the name on the feelings he had for you, but once he did, he got scared of them. He didn’t know if he should tell you because this way, he’d risk ruining your friendship and he couldn’t bear to lose you. Just the thought of losing touch with you was breaking his heart.

So, he started to show you his real feelings in subtle ways to see how you’ll react.

One night, after you returned from a movie night at the cinema that Baekhyun had invited you to, you got ready to head to sleep but saw your phone ringing. You picked it up but frowned in confusion when you saw that the caller’s ID read “BAE(khyun)”. Slowly, you picked the call up.

“Um,” you started. “Did you change your contact name on my phone?”

“I don’t understand the question,” Baekhyun answered.

“You do realize that the ‘Bae’ in your name doesn’t sound the same as the actual word ‘bae’, right?” you asked.

Baekhyun didn’t pay attention to anything you said. Instead, he focused on the fact that you didn’t protest about the name change too much. And although this was a small sign, this gave him hope. He took in a deep breath and decided to do something that would cause irreparable damage to your friendship.

“I called because I wanted to offer you to do something crazy this weekend,” he said, ignoring your question.

“Crazy sounds interesting. What do you have in mind?” you asked, suddenly curious.

“Go on a date with me.”

You forgot to breathe for a good minute. “That does sound crazy.”

“Oh,” Baekhyun started to panic. “How about we do another crazy thing and play a game where we forget I ever asked this?”

“How would I say yes to the date if we’re supposed to forget you asked?”

“How would—wait what?” he perked up. “You’re saying yes?”

“Depends,” you were teasing him now. “Which crazy thing are you proposing – the date or the ‘let’s forget this’ game?”

“The date. Definitely the date.”

“Then I’m saying yes,” you shrugged your shoulders. “And, for future reference, it’s not even that crazy.”

“It’s not?”  Baekhyun asked, desperately trying not to crush his phone from excitement.

“Chanyeol told me that you had feelings for me,” you admitted. “So, that gave me time to sort my own feelings out. And I do want to go on a date with you.”

“I’m so glad,” he replied, still smiling, although his eye was starting to twitch. “Now would you excuse me? I have to go murder a certain tall person who can’t keep his mouth shut. But I’ll call you after.”

Chen

He was doing the third (and final, thankfully) interview of the day, answering the same questions over and over again, and still trying to smile and look alive.

Thankfully, the interview wasn’t live, so he had time to complain to you via text messages during short breaks. You always knew what to say to cheer him up, and he had no idea what he would have been doing if it weren’t for you.

“Let’s analyze this situation,” Jongdae heard Baekhyun’s voice and raised his head from his phone to look at him in confusion. “Jongdae has his phone in his hand. He’s texting. There’s a smile on his face. Sorry, but I can only come up with one conclusion. You’re texting Y/n, aren’t you?”

Jongdae couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face at the mention of your name.

“Behold, our next Sherlock Holmes,” he said, making Baekhyun smile triumphantly.

“You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure this out,” he told Jongdae. “Ever since your first date you never stopped smiling whenever she texts you. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Okay, shut up,” Jongdae shot back, still smiling. “Go be jealous somewhere else.”

Baekhyun smirked at this but walked away, leaving Jongdae alone.

Once all of them returned to their seats in front of the cameras and the interviewer proceeded to ask them even more repetitive questions, the thoughts of you were the only thing that kept Jongdae from losing his mind.

“I’m not going to ask you about relationships,” the interviewer said. “But I do want to know if there’s any of you who have crushes on anyone. Could you raise your hands?”

A few members raised their hands. Jongdae considered to do it, too, but then he stopped himself. He realized he didn’t have a crush on you. He was way past crushing on you.

The sudden realization about the depth of his feelings for you forced him to breathe in sharply. Baekhyun, who sat next to him, was the only one who noticed this and he smirked teasingly again. Jongdae punched him in the shoulder, wordlessly telling him to stop making that face.

“Oh, what’s going on there?” the interviewer noticed the two of them. “A secret crush that one of you don’t feel like admitting?”

“Not exactly,” Baekhyun said. “I just think if you asked which ones of us were in love, different people would have raised their hands.”

The boys all laughed at this, sharing an inside joke that left Jongdae blushing. Thankfully, the interviewer didn’t push this matter further, or Jongdae would have been forced to confess his love to you on national television before talking to you about it.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol had a deadline but he just couldn’t come up with any lyrics, let alone the melody for a song. Sighing in defeat, he got his phone out to send you a quick text.

           “This sucks. I can’t write anymore. Miss you. ❤️”

He put his phone down and stared at a wall until you replied.

           “You can do this! Sending you kisses. P.S. Write about your feelings. It’s the easiest way.”

He stared at your text for a few minutes, re-reading it over and over again before he finally put his phone down and tried to follow your advice.

Writing about his feelings only sounded cool in theory, however. When he tried to actually put his feelings into words, he ended up hitting a wall in his mind. Chanyeol couldn’t understand where this writer’s block came from but it was frustrating him.

Finally, he placed his guitar on the floor, and covered his face with his hands, trying to calm down and relax.

His mind started to wander. He remembered your first date. He remembered how hard you were laughing when you saw him slip on ice on his way to see you. He wasn’t even mad at you for not asking if he was okay because he would have fallen a hundred more times just to hear your laugh again. He remembered your first kiss and the sleepless night that followed because he just couldn’t fall asleep when the kiss kept replaying in his mind.

Suddenly, fueled by these memories, Chanyeol's hands grabbed a pencil and slowly started to write words. He didn’t even think of what he was writing and yet he could see the song slowly start to come together as he recalled his favorite moments with you.

Thirty minutes later, he had finished writing. Having never written a song faster before, he re-read everything he wrote multiple times, just to make sure the lyrics actually made sense. And they did because they were about you and him. And nothing made sense more than your relationship did.

The only thing left was the melody of the song because he had already thought of the title.

Grabbing a pencil, he wrote in capital letters at the top of the page, “I LOVE YOU.”

D.O.

He knew it as soon as you slammed the dorm room door closed, leaving him alone in the hallway. He knew you took his heart out with you when you left and he could never tell you this because it was too late. He ruined it all because he was too blind to see how in love with you he was.

Punching a wall in anger, he returned to his bedroom, passing Jongin on the way.

“Whoa,” Jongin noticed Kyungsoo’s anger right away. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what I am anymore,” Kyungsoo answered, not stopping until he reached his bedroom and lied face-down on his bed.

Jongin entered the room after him. “What happened? Did Y/n leave?”

“She did,” he confirmed. “And I don’t think she’s coming back.

“What? Why not?” Jongin continued to ask questions but Kyungsoo didn’t want to talk about it, so he stayed quiet. Jongin, however, wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Kyungsoo, come on. Tell me what happened, maybe I can help.

Kyungsoo raised his head from the pillow. “No one can help. I messed it all up. It’s too late.”

“It’s never too late if you love her,” Jongin said, earning a confused look from Kyungsoo. “Don’t look at me like that. I think you and Y/n are the only ones who can’t see how in love you are.”

Kyungsoo looked down, thinking about this.

“What do I do?” he asked Jongin then, desperation evident in his voice. “I told her a lot of things that I regret. God, the look on her face, when I said it… I wish I could take everything back but it’s too late. She left.”

“Go after her,” Jongin said, simply.

“I-I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t? Get your ass up and go. Let her know how you feel. Make her hear you.”

Kyungsoo swallowed, sitting up in his bed, suddenly feeling hopeful. “You really think it’s possible for her to forgive me?”

“Of course!”

“Okay,” Kyungsoo nodded, standing up from the bed, adrenaline flowing through his veins already. “I’m going to her house. I’ll talk to her. I’ll beg for her forgiveness if I have to because I just don’t have any shame left.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jongin cheered him on. “When you get back together with her, though, don’t forget that I’m your number one shipper.”

Kyungsoo stopped by the door and looked at him in confusion. “Our number one what?”

“Nevermind,” Jongin dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “Just go get your girl back.”

Kyungsoo smiled then, feeling a lot more confident. “I’m going to get my girl back.”

Kai

He’s been on tour for two months. That’s two months he spent without you. That’s half of your guys’ relationship. He couldn’t wait to get home and finally spend time with you to redeem all of the time that you lost.

“Looking for someone?” Sehun asked as the two of them walked down the airport because he had noticed Jongin’s eyes follow every single passerby.

“Not at all,” Jongin lied. “I’m just…”

His words got caught in his throat when he saw what he was looking for.

You were standing in the waiting area, looking around shyly. You were very uncomfortable in large crowds of people, and yet despite that, you still came to the airport to see him. As he watched your eyes reflect the airport lights, he realized that he never wanted to spend another two months without you. Actually, he didn’t want to spend a single day without you.

This realization forced him to feel like a puppy who hasn’t seen his owner in years. He turned to look at Junmyeon, who was walking on his left.

“Go to her,” Junmyeon said, understanding Jongin’s question without him having to voice it.

Nodding excitedly, Jongin started to flee away from his groupmates and closer to you.

Since you had expected him to come from a different direction, you only saw his smiling face right before he engulfed you in the tightest hug possible.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered as you hugged him back, feeling a smile spread onto your face.

“I missed you more,” you told him, surprised to feel tears in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

“Me neither,” he said, still holding you in his arms, ignorant of his surroundings now that he finally saw you again. “I’m never leaving you for this long again.”

“I’m not letting you leave me for this long again,” you said, making him laugh softly and tighten his grip on you.

You stayed like this for so long that you lost track of time. And although Jongin never managed to gather the courage to tell you he loved you outright, the fact that he couldn’t stop hugging you – no matter how many people loudly complained that you were blocking their way – told you more than enough.

Sehun

At the beginning of your relationship with Sehun, you were in the middle of your exams. You barely had time for him but he understood and patiently waited until you finished studying and were free to spend time with him.

Which is why it took him four months of dating to finally get you to come to his concert. And once you texted him that you were at the venue, he realized he was never this nervous before any show he’s ever done in the past.

“Hyung,” he complained to Junmyeon for the tenth time that night. “I can’t do this. I feel like throwing up.”

“Calm down, Sehun,” Junmyeon said, suddenly seriously concerned. “You’ll perform just fine. Y/n will love it.”

“Right, but what if she won’t? What if she’ll think I’m absolutely horrible and will break up with me?”

“Then she’s very shallow and she doesn’t deserve you. But this doesn’t sound like Y/n at all,” Junmyeon said. “Now breathe. The concert will be great.”

Sehun nodded and took a deep breath, hoping he’ll calm down before he has to go on stage.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the first song with no mistakes. The only thing that caused him to panic slightly was the fact that he couldn’t find you in the crowd of people. He waved at fans, giving them small smiles, but his eyes scanned the crowds for your face.

And then he saw you.

You were standing close to the stage, talking to a couple of girls who had taken a break from fangirling. He saw you agree to take a picture of them in front of the stage. And then, as you were showing the two girls the picture you took, he realized you wore EXO merch. The black t-shirt with his name on the back looked so good on you that he felt his heart start to beat faster.

Once the two girls walked away and you were left alone, you finally looked up at the stage and your eyes met. You waved excitedly, but Sehun stood there frozen, with a huge grin on his face. He found you. He found the love of his life.

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