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craftypeaceturtle · 3 years
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Distanced, part 1
Summary: A group chat fic! How shall these useless students cope with daily life.
Note: This is my first attempt at anything even remotely like this! I have no idea how this will turn out so feedback is greatly appreciated! Intrulogical. 
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MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)
Tuesday, 16:15
Hello. This is Logan Sanders from Prof. Smith’s seminar. Do you have any suggestions for how we should go about completing the upcoming assessment?
Remus Prince: who dis
I literally just stated it. Logan Sanders.
I wear the tie.
Remus Prince: OHHH
Remus Prince: Well 1stly
Remus Prince: What’s the best planet in the solar system?
Pardon?
Remus Prince: i LitERaLlY JuSt stAtED iT
That has nothing to do with anything, we just need to get through this project.
Remus Prince: if u want to work then u have to answer
Jupiter. 
Remus Prince: cool.
Remus Prince: You’ll do.
Remus Prince: My name is Remus.
I know. We did actually swap phone numbers. We in fact discussed which topic we would be doing for over fifteen minutes in the seminar. So we have indeed met. If you continue to be obnoxious then this will be a easier project. 
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MESSAGES: To Remus Sanders (Presentation)
Tuesday, 16:22
Why did you ask that question?
 Remus Prince: I asked my brother that question and he answered earth
Remus Prince: I’ve had trust issues ever since
Roman’s favourite planet is Earth? 
 Remus Prince: HAH
Remus Prince: ye he’s an idiot
Remus Prince: I’ve gotta test everyone now.
Remus Prince: You passed btw
Remus Prince: WAIT!
Remus Prince: Do u know Ro?
Yes, he is my friend and roommate. 
Remus Prince: What was ur name again????????
You can literally scroll up and reread it. I refuse. You got into university for a reason and so you can manage my name.
Remus Prince: jk
Okay then. Do you want to discuss how we should go about creating this powerpoint?
Remus Prince: what’s there to ‘discuss’?
We can separately conduct our research however it is regrettably better to meet up in person to practise not only giving the presentation but also the construction of the presentation itself.
Remus Prince: man you just love sending essays huh
I have written out longer messages. I don’t understand the point of sending a sentence at a time and risk getting interrupted. Plus at least my texting doesn’t seem all like an assault of constant notifications. 
Remus Prince: fair
Shall we say that we should aim to get our presentation research finished by two weeks (15th). That leaves us another two weeks to construct the powerpoint, gather more research if necessary, then practise presenting. 
Remus Prince: k
GROUPCHAT: Goths, Emos, and Remus
Tuesday, 16:26
Octopussy: can I vent for a sec
Octopussy: So! I’m just sitting here. Y’know. Vibing. 
Octopussy: Then out of nowhere the nerd from my class starts messaging me about the group project that’s due a month away
Octopussy: like wtf
Octopussy: nice to know the nerd thing isn’t just appearance
Vigilant: help
Octopussy: he made a big deal about meeting up as well to do this!
Octopussy: No one in the class even cares!
Octopussy: No one is even remotely
Octopussy: Not even close
Octopussy: To thinking about that project right now!
Octopussy: We’ve got ages!
Vigilant: oh sweet jesus
Octopussy: Like! We’ve got a month!
Octopussy: AN ENTIRE MONTH
Octopussy: Like he also wants to meet up as well to practise
Octopus: Like ew.
Top-Hat-Gay: Are you done?
Octopussy: ye
Octopussy: he’s a dick
Vigilant: oh thank god
Top-Hat-Gay: Ha, as if you believe in god.
Vigilant: If it stops Re from not spamming us then I’ll believe whatever. 
Octopussy: rude
Vigilant: bitch
Top-Hat-Gay: On an actually important note, which one of you last used my nail bag?
Octopussy: me!
Octopussy: you need more green 
Top-Hat-Gay: No I fucking don’t!
Top-Hat-Gay: There was an entirely new bottle in there!
Octopussy: I said what I said.
Top-Hat-Gay: I hate you. 
Octopussy: Thank bby
Octopussy: ALSO!
Octopussy: I found out the nerd also lives with Ro.
Top-Hat-Gay: So?
Vigilant: hE’S FORBIDDEN
Top-Hat-Gay: Wait so the nerd is Logan?
Octopussy: He is!
Octopussy: not that it seems to be having any effect on Ro. he’s as dense as a brick.
Top-Hat-Gay: I saw him today going into Remy’s. 
Vigilant: Why are we even talking about him
Vigilant: Like who gives a shit.
Octopussy: dunno
Octopussy: just thought it was weird
Top-Hat-Gay: Maybe you should switch partners. Especially if he wants to meet up at some point.
Octopussy: nah
Octopussy: not worth it
Top-Hat-Gay: A teacher wouldn’t care. They only want to see good grades. They won’t mind moving stuff around for you.
Octopussy: He seems harmless. 
Vigilant: you literally called him a dick after one conversation.
Octopussy: he is a dick
Octopussy: he seems stuffy but just a nerd through and through. He’s not going to be a prick or anything.
Vigilant: This isn’t really about him. He already got you talking about you know who in your first ever conversation. Maybe you shouldn’t hang around him.
Octopussy: I just thought it was interesting
Octopussy: It doesn’t mean jack shit
Octopussy: Not everything I talk about has some grand meaning.
Octopussy: I just thought it was weird that this nerd I share my classes with also lives with my bro. 
Top-Hat-Gay: And that’s perfectly fine Re.
Octopussy: soz V
Octopussy: didn’t mean to blow up in your face
Octopussy: just annoying to feel psycho-analysed 
Vigilant: soz
Octopussy: okay! 
Octopussy: that’s proof enough!
Octopussy: we can behave to each other so ice cream plz!!!!!!!!!!!
Top-Hat-Gay: JESUS CHRIST I SAID THAT AS A JOKE LAST YEAR
Octopussy: I will eat V’s posters unless you give us reward good boy icecream
Vigilant: chocolate pls
Top-Hat-Gay: jesus do you lot know how long it takes for me to put on my cape to go shopping
Vigilant: yes
Vigilant: we are precisely aware of exactly how long it takes
Vigilant: that’s why we don’t go shopping with you
GROUPCHAT: THE FAM ILY
Tuesday, 16:38
Pat-on-the-back: Heya guys, are we all in for dinner tonight?
Logan.S: I am.
YourHopesandDreams: I will be in at 7. If you could be so compassionate to push your meal back until then, I would be truly indebted to you.
Pat-on-the-back:  Fine by me!
Logan.S: I am agreeable.
Pat-on-the-back: Also Lo! Are you finished with your work?
Logan.S: I have finished my to-do list so I am available if I’m needed. 
Pat-on-the-back: No, you’re all good! I just wanted to check. It sounded like you were doing work for like four hours straight.
Logan.S: It took three hours thank you very much. 
Logan.S: So what are we doing for dinner?
Pat-on-the-back: I was thinking lasagne! 
Pat-on-the-back: also! Don’t think I’ll notice that change in topic!
Pat-on-the-back: I thought we all agreed on two hour stretches of work with a 15 min break at least. I mean... it’s even written on our calendar! There’s no way you forgot, did you Mister! 
Logan.S: It’s fine Pat.
Logan.S: Just let it go
Logan.S: I needed to get it done
Logan.S: I don’t need to be babied. 
Logan.S: I’m taking a break now. I’m okay.
Pat-on-the-back: I know, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure. As long as you feel okay then everything’s alright! How was your work anyway?
Logan.S: Fairly ordinary actually. I had to go through some of my notes and rewrite a couple of pages then I had to organise a group project due the 2nd of March. 
Pat-on-the-back: Sounds productive!
Logan.S: Thank you.
YourHopesandDreams: Ew. Group project. Who’s your partner?
Logan.S: We are in entirely different courses, why do you think you would know them?
YourHopesandDreams: Everyone knows the drama students know everyone. 
Logan.S: I’m working with Remus.
YourHopesandDreams: You should ask to swap partners. 
Logan.S: I won’t do so unless I have a genuine reason. I’ve not had any interactions with him previously and while he did seem half-hearted and obnoxious in his messages, he seems harmless. If he messes everything around then I will but I won’t make a fuss unless I have reason to.
Pat-on-the-back: That’s fair but please make sure to tell us if he pulls anything.
YourHopesandDreams: Your loss. 
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MESSAGES: To Nerd
Wednesday, 3:02
hey u awake
Nerd: What on earth are you doing up at 3am? 
Oh
Soz
Wrong number.
MESSAGES: To Nerd
Wednesday, 3:12
Nerd: What is your favourite planet?
wha
Nerd: I figured it would be fair to ask your test to you. For all I know you could be as uncultured as your brother.
can we not talk about him
I dunno really
I wanna say pluto because they deserve it
but I kinda like saturn best.
Nerd: Any reason why?
Just kinda interesting
Big, lots a moons, ring. 
It’s just a cool planet. 
Nerd: Fair enough.
Do you have a reason to like jupiter?
Nerd: If I’m being honest, my science teacher absolutely adored Jupiter. I don’t know why but that memory of him ranting about how cool it was just really stuck with me. I was only about 8 years old. But I found myself agreeing with him. Back then my fascination was a lot more childish. I thought it was fascinating that since Jupiter was a gas planet it hadn’t been blown away yet. I grew up from that view but the interest never left.
ew that was almost cute.
Nerd: I concur that was very unprofessional.
WAIT
WAIT
HOLD ON
Why hasn’t Jupiter blown away!?!?!?!?!??
Nerd: Excuse me?
8YR OLD YOU IS A GENUIS 
Nerd: There’s no atmosphere in space!
But there’s pressure and junk isn’t there? 
Nerd: The pressure is pulling the mass into the centre which keeps the planet whole.
Do you think we could step on Jupiter?
Nerd: I don’t know.
I thought you knew space!
Nerd: I do biology! To get into a biology degree, I did a bunch of biology based subjects! Why would I know anything about space?
I dunno.
I guess if you look like a nerd people just presume.
Nerd: I’ve personally found it’s the confidence. If you act confident enough then everyone presumes you know exactly what you’re doing and you’re in control, no matter how out of place you look. 
I’ll drink to that!
Wait, in what situation would you have learnt this!?!
Nerd: I have a bad habit of accidentally going to the wrong class and just going along with it rather than anything else. Although I should say I did fantastic in that architectural history class. But this habit has caused some awkward situations. I have also impersonated a store manager to explain why me and my friend were there when really he ran into the warehouse searching for a kitten. 
HAH
That’s brilliant
Using your nerdy powers to overthrow society.
Does this mean you’re a liar?
Nerd: I call it ‘managing life’. 
HAH
Sounds about right.
Why are you awake at this time?
Nerd: I could ask you that.
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dudeandduchess · 3 years
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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: We and Us [TEASER] (Fluff, Time Travel AU, SFW Scenario)
Summary: (Y/n) takes a vacation to Japan with her best friend and prays to meet her soulmate, only fate gives her a mile instead of an inch and she meets Rengoku Kyōjurō— the Flame Hashira in the manga that she had been reading. Right before his last mission, no less, so it’s up to her to save him.
Note: This is a mix of isekai and time travel. I’ll try to explain things as best as I can within the story, but please take everything at face value. Enjoy, bbys!
(Y/n) will be the usual, but (F/n) will stand for Friend’s Name.
Also, please let me know if y’all like it so far and if I should continue writing it. 😂 Thank you, bbys.
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It was the same dream again; the very same one that had kept on plaguing (Y/n) ever since she had landed in Tokyo with her best friend.
She had only ever seen the scene in the Kimetsu no Yaiba manga, but it all looked so vivid in her mind. Too vivid, in fact, that it had unsettled her enough to have her sitting up in the double bed in the hotel room that she and (F/n) shared.
For the third night in a row, the dream— no, the nightmare— had managed to reduce her to tears again.
Maybe she was crazy for feeling so much for someone who wasn’t real, but she couldn’t help her reaction. When she had opened her eyes, her face was already wet with tears— and no matter how hard she tried to wipe them away, they wouldn’t cease falling.
And, for once, she wanted to wake (F/n) up so she could get one of her comforting hugs— but she didn’t want to put a damper on such a momentous vacation for them. After all, they had saved up so much money just to afford going to Tokyo in the first place.
She wouldn’t ruin the next day with something that would fade away into nothingness later on.
But she would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt to watch Rengoku Kyōjurō die over and over again— even if it was only in her dreams.
All she could do, however, was lay back down and curl into a ball to clutch one of her pillows close to her chest; burrowing her face into the fresh-smelling linen and trying to will away the haunting images that kept playing in her mind.
Her heart felt like it was breaking a million times over, yet she couldn’t exactly explain why that was. So, she closed her eyes and started counting— if only to get her racing mind to calm down.
Thankfully, sleep finally caught up to her; albeit restless and unfulfilling.
‘Don’t worry about me dying here.’
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“You seem really off today, is something wrong, (Y/n)?” (F/n) asked as she nudged her best friend with her elbow, sending the other woman jumping a little in surprise; as if she had been suddenly shaken from some deep and all-consuming thought.
In response, (Y/n) forced a smile on her face and shook her head. She really did feel so drained, especially with a constant heaviness weighing down on her shoulders. Especially when she had stepped onto the small tram that would lead them to Setagaya; it was as if her chest had gotten so tight at some unknown factor that plagued her every waking move.
Not even the pretty hydrangeas that lined either side of the tracks were enough to make her feel better. And it felt like such a waste to be there, as the hydrangeas were what she had wanted to see the most.
“I just had a really weird dream last night. It was of Kyō dying…” (Y/n) admitted with a slight huff of a laugh, trying to make light of the situation with some humor— but she couldn’t say anything more as she felt her best friend’s arms wrap around her tightly.
(Y/n) had to admit that it was a little surprising, but she wasn’t entirely opposed to it; as it felt so warm and comforting, especially with rain outside making the world look dreary and cold.
And slowly, she found herself grinning as she tried to push (F/n) off; before bursting out into a tiny fit of giggles when the arms around her only got tighter.
“Okay, okay, I feel better now. You can let go of me.”
With a laugh, (F/n) stepped back and patted the top of (Y/n)’s head, making the latter curl her upper lip at how playfully condescending that was. But it did its job in taking her mind off of her nightmare, which was all that mattered.
And so, with much a brighter mood, (Y/n) looked out of the tram window and giddily waited for their stop— so she could get a feel of what Kyōjurō’s hometown would have been like. After all, the databook had mentioned him living in Setagawa; so it was ticking off two nocks in one move, with her hydrangea sightseeing, as well as touring Setagawa.
When they got to their station, both women wasted no time in walking to the nearby temple— Tsurumaki Jisso-in. It was a really quaint place, but it felt so tranquil to step into; as if they were being transported through time.
Every step that (Y/n) took, she could feel her emotions beginning to bubble to the surface— feeling so light and heavy at the same time, like some part of her was being welcomed back to the place.
But that wasn’t the most unsettling instance for her; that was when she was deep in prayer already— thanking the gods for bringing her to Japan with her best friend, and for giving her such good fortune up to that day.
After all, she knew that she was luckier than most for just having the opportunity to have a roof above her head and three (or more) meals a day. Let alone the fact that she could have saved up to afford a very expensive trip.
If that wasn’t worth thanking the gods for, then she didn’t know what was.
“All I’m asking for now… is someone to spend the rest of my life with. Someone who’s the other half of my soul…” She prayed under her breath, bowing her head even further as a sign of humility, before adding, “Someone who will love me wholeheartedly forever.”
Shivers raced up her spine as soon as she uttered her wish, with some unseen force beckoning her to look up. And when she gave in to the urge to do so, the sight of a blond waiting a few paces away from her— with his hand stretched out towards her— made her absolutely breathless.
The vision didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, but she was sure that she just saw Rengoku Kyōjurō in front of her.
“It can’t be. I’m going crazy,” The young woman whispered to herself; bowing down once more, before strolling off to the side to admire the little stone statues that dotted the vicinity.
However, the heavy feeling on her shoulders had returned along with a headache. So, she decided that a short stroll around the area would do her some good.
With one last look behind her— to see that (F/n) was still engrossed in whatever prayer she had— (Y/n) deigned to just send her a text to let her know that she was going for a walk before finally taking the first few steps to get her around the place.
She couldn’t even hear the buzz of the town around them. No horns, or car engines, or even the sound of people filled the gaps of silence between the short gusts of wind that rustled the leaves of the plants around her.
If she were to be honest, she would say that it was relaxing; enough for a nap, even.
But she couldn’t do that when she and (F/n) still had so many places to go for the rest of the day. And, figuring that she’d been gone for long enough, she circled back to the pagoda— where, lo and behold, her best friend was nowhere to be found.
“I told her to wait for me here, tsk,” She uttered under her breath, huffing a little as she tried to fight back the heaviness and the headache that were only getting worse. “(F/n), you dumbass.”
She must have circled the entire vicinity of the temple thrice already, but her best friend was still nowhere to be found. And, around the second time that she had gotten back to the pagoda, she had pulled her phone out to call her— only to curse under her breath when she saw that it was dead.
It wouldn’t have been a problem at all, since she had her backpack with her— but when she checked the contents of it, she didn’t find the power bank that she was sure that she had packed in there that morning.
So, she circled the area once more— getting more frustrated at the pseudo cat and mouse game that she assumed (F/n) was playing with her— until she decided to check outside the temple gates.
Only, she couldn’t quite believe her eyes when an entirely different scene greeted her.
Instead of the asphalt road that she had walked on earlier, there was only a dirt road; which had her chest tightening with panic. Because she couldn’t have been on one of those prank shows she always watched.
But that was the only answer that she was coming up with, as her eyes took in the sight of the busy road in front of her. People were even wearing much older clothes; as opposed to the jeans, button down, and ankle boots combo that she was wearing.
“No, I swear to everything holy… (F/n), if you signed me up for a prank…” She hissed under her breath, swallowing thickly as she frantically looked at all of the people who were going on about their day.
A few gazes were aimed at her, but no one dared to approach her. And it wasn’t like she could simply stroll up to someone and ask them what had happened to the road— because, as it was, she only knew the basics of basic Japanese.
She would sooner make a mistake and ask someone where a gong was, instead of where the road had gone.
It was also at that moment that she realized that she shouldn’t have goofed off while learning Japanese; instead of telling (F/n) that she sucks tiny dicks, she could have used that time to learn some more useful sentences.
Panic was steadily beginning to set in, causing tears to spring up in her eyes as she clutched her useless phone in one hand. She couldn’t even muster up the strength to move from where she stood— the need to cry getting stronger with every passing second.
(Y/n) swore that she would wring her best friend’s neck if all of that ended up as a really unfunny prank. But it seemed that it wasn’t a prank at all, as no one yelled ‘cut’ and not one camera person stepped out to capture the sight of her tears beginning to fall down her face.
Slowly, her panic began to really set in, as she gripped her phone even tighter in her hand— pushing herself to turn on her heel to march back into the temple and try to look for (F/n) in every shrub possible; only, the breath was knocked out of her when she ran smack dab into something.
Or rather, someone.
Red-tinted irises flickered down at the peculiar woman, lingering on her tear-stained face, before they took in the strange clothes that she was wearing.
The strange woman’s clothes weren’t what had the Flame Hashira’s curiosity piquing, however…
It was when her eyes widened with what seemed like fear and genuine shock, before she whispered, “Kyōjurō?”
All that, before promptly passing out— thankfully, in his arms. Otherwise, she would have suffered a painful bump to the head.
“Ani-ue? Do you know her?” Kyōjurō readjusted his hold on the woman in his arms, then looked down at his side to answer his brother with a smile.
“I don’t, Senjurō, but she knows me.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Take her home,” The Hashira’s answer sounded so simple, as if it didn’t have to do with taking a virtual stranger home— one that looked so weird, with a glossy and flat brick at her feet. Because really, his curiosity was really piqued; especially with how he felt his heart skip a beat when she mentioned his name.
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smolbeandrabbles · 3 years
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When The Wine Wears Off - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)
‘Direct’ Sequel to Sugar... I might have skipped a scene or two
@wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​
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Author’s Note: Oh my gosh, okay. Okay. The thing I’m most worried about... and why it’s taken me more than a year after finishing it to post it is that it detracts from Sugar.  I don’t want it to do that. But I also talked to my girl, my partner in crime ms. @mandy23b​ extensively about this and we came to the conclusion that I should post it.  Sugar is the 4th most popular fic on my blog. And every time I get a note on it I get a shot of serotonin. I know how much it means to you. I would like to tell you, have no fear, there’s a third part.
@alotofrandomfangirling​ - as you are the original brain behind Sugar, I just wanted to personally thank you (again!) for all the joy Sugar has brought to me and others 💕 
Disclaimer: RPO & associated characters nothing to do with me / I literally cannot not make everything I do have some kind of angsty twist to it and really someone should stop me / gifs not mine / lyrics not mine / completely tonally different from its predecessor. 
Premise: You know the exact 3 word phrase that Nolan Sorrento wants to hear, but saying it will end up more trouble than it’s worth...
Words: 5013
Warnings: Angst/hurt / swearing / a massive misunderstanding & twisted viewpoint. / sexual connotations
______ The keys are still hanging in the front door You're hanging all over me And in between kisses I hear you whisper something 'bout loving me There's a half a glass sitting on the table The other half spilled on the bed I'm halfway believing you're really meaning Every sweet word you just said Or is it just that bottle of red When the wine wears off And the buzz is gone When the room starts spinning around and 'round Will you still be holding on Have we lost our minds Or is your kiss that strong Tell me will you still be mine Baby when the wine wears off When I wake up in the morning Will you be in my arms When the sun starts shining through those blinds Will you mean what you said in the dark Or will I have a headache and a broken heart I don't want you to stop kissing me now Keep on loving me laying me down I close my eyes and hide from these doubts Do my best to not worry about When the wine wears off ---
Nolan grabbed another bottle - one you were too busy kissing him to find out the year or place of - and carried you from his office. That tub of ice-cream was long finished, but you were still feeling the after affects; he was careful down the stairs and out onto IOI plaza. You'd both hastily re-dressed - but also knew there was no way that you were making it back to his apartment. Luckily, Nolan had his own (barely used one) on the plaza that offered the same kind of comfort. Hell; would it have mattered as long as it had a bed?
He pushed you up against the glass of the elevator, your legs around his waist and you sighing his name - it slowed for the floor both too quick and not quick enough. You already knew a multitude of bruises would be present along your neck and shoulders tomorrow. Nolan was only too content to add to them.
You reached his apartment and he finally put you down; but you were already loosening his tie again - Nolan chuckled, recapturing your lips, and pulled you into the kitchen. Setting the bottle down he collected two glasses, and poured as you teased his neck yourself - sliding your hands under his shirt as you undid the buttons; leading to you raking your nails across his skin. You liked the groan that rose in his chest to match the shiver that ran through him and into you at your close contact. You were sure you’d be drawing plenty of those from him before the night was through…
The wine was just as good, if not better than his 1999 bottle. But this one was clearly not designed to be drunk as slow. Or he simply didn't care; Nolan had downed the glass and was pouring another by the time you reached the bedroom, and you had a distinct feeling that it was the after effects of the first bottle calling the shots here. You were determined to keep up with his glasses though; so maybe it was all going to your head too fast... Dragging him down onto the bed you relieved him of his clothing far quicker than you had in his office - and soon enough you were one again. (This time ice cream not included.)
This was heaven and, with your hands in Nolan’s hair and him sighing your name just as often as you were moaning his, you knew you were exactly where you wanted to be. Probably for the rest of your life. And you had to tell him that... Kissing him you had to tell him that. NOW. Right now. No other time would possibly be more perfect. And you sighed it, about as romantic and blissful as you thought you could get, and every word the truth: "Nolan, I love you...”
He almost snapped out of it right then, almost a little confused. Nolan’s heart began to race but he swallowed hard to keep that feeling at bay. You were just saying what he wanted to hear... That was all, nothing more to it than that... But you'd never said it before. He didn't ask you to. Because that wasn't the relationship you shared. You were tipsy, hell, maybe you were completely drunk by now. But... I love you? There was no way you were saying that and meaning it. It just felt right to say it in that moment, he got that. He felt that too. But he fought the elation that made him feel - after all, how could a girl like you possibly love a man like him?
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 When Nolan awoke he had a pounding headache, and cursed himself. He knew he'd wasted a pretty good bottle of wine; and half of it was probably spilled around this apartment...
He rubbed his eyes, aware you were still there tangled up with him. Nolan turned with a gentle smile, you were good to him, and exactly what he wanted and needed when he needed it. You'd come into his life at a good time... Maybe the perfect time... He tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear to frame your face. And that made him smile even more. You stirred momentarily, mumbling something in your sleep, but didn't wake. Which was probably good, considering you'd have as much of a splitting headache as he did.
Nolan slipped from your embrace and crossed to the closet. He supposed that the board might call him in for a meeting today about Parzival and the big scoreboard... He cursed under his breath; this would all still work out. He had to believe that it would. He selected his suit, tie and shirt - dressing quickly he left you to wake up naturally, and decided the only thing for his headache was about as many aspirin as he thought he could handle! Nolan waited up for you, but as he did bits and pieces of the night previous flashed in his head, and that ‘confession’ of yours came around, and around, and around again… And he couldn’t shake it, or suppress it, no matter how much he tried.
His bedroom door closed, and you were already dressed and ready for the day, another flatteringly short black dress. Nolan smirked at that, shaking his head before turning back to his computer as he caught up on all the latest business news. “Morning…” But you still had that sweet as sugar voice. And ‘I Love You’ resounded in his head once more. “Morning.” His reply was almost too short, and his glance to you was wary. “…Are you okay?” “Yes.” Again – Nolan was playing too short. And you thought he knew it as much as you did. “Are you sure?” You took a step forward, unsure yourself. “Uh…” He looked around his apartment, anywhere but at you, and he took several deep breaths; most of which evoked sighs “Uh, I…” Nolan realised he might have to ask you about it, because you were getting close and closer and he couldn’t not answer you now. “Y/N… L-Last night you…” You weren’t sure where this was going to go, and part of you flushed because there wasn’t a lot you remembered, was he about to tell you something really embarrassing?! “…You told me… that you loved me.”
You stopped your walk, opening your mouth without a sound. Did you? Maybe that was accidental… but you couldn’t deny that was how you felt. But why did Nolan look so nervous about it? Did he think it wasn’t the truth? Was he worried it wasn’t the truth? “If I did, I meant it.” His face scrunched for a moment in confusion, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you, “What?” but there was something seriously wrong with the tone of his voice, and the clarity that rose in his eyes – that you didn’t notice until it was too late. “I do, I love you.” You only wanted to give him assurance. To turn that confused frown into a smile, to make Nolan feel like you knew he wanted to feel. That man was starved of touch and love… And you were quite prepared to stand here and admit that you could step up and give him both.
It was a fatal mistake. “Don’t.” “Nolan… Wh…” “Stop it!” That confusion across his face was quickly turning to anger. “Why? Don’t you want me to… didn’t you hear what I…? I love you-!” You didn’t understand, why would he act like this over something he wanted so bad? He grabbed your wrist, and it was tight and painful, making you gasp. "N-Nolan-!" "Shut up! SHUT UP! I told you to shut up!!" You didn't think you'd ever seen him so mad, and that look in his eyes made you scared. "But I..." Your voice was meek against his tirade, "Nolan I lo-" "STOP IT! STOP-! DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT AGAIN!!" Apparently, that vice grip could get tighter, and when he was satisfied that you weren't about to open your mouth again, he yanked you out of the apartment. Nolan didn't once let you go, nor look at you, or talk to you. And you were on the verge of tears.
So this was the truth; that you would be just like everyone else. That you would tell him something like that to mock him in the cruellest way. Nolan might have been used to this, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less when it happened. But he wouldn’t have thought that you would be one of them; taking advantage of the fact that Nolan wanted to hear it more than anything. That you would make him believe it – just to make him weak and vulnerable, so he would say ‘I love you’ back heart bleeding just for you to flash a smirk, and laugh, and say ‘I’m joking. Who could love you?’. Well this time he wasn’t about to stand for it. Everything he loved always left. Nolan was beginning to think it wasn’t even worth considering, let alone waiting for. That he would every truly be loved by anyone. His behaviour right now was a trigger response, something he found uncontrollable because he was so afraid of those closest to him leaving. What it created in Nolan was a person angry and volatile, violent, unforgiving. A heartless man.
 ***
 You entered the IOI HQ and his walking pace picked up. "Nolan-!" You tried again, hoping the panic was present in your voice and would let him know how scared you were, "Nolan-! Please-!" To no avail, he just kept dragging you.
Your eyes widened when you realised what floor he was taking you to. LOYALTY. Now you were desperate; you would do anything to fix this. You would do anything to fix it anyway - maybe you'd said it too soon. Maybe he didn't feel the same - and didn't want to feel the same. But to you that was okay. You could go back to what it was - why couldn't he let you apologise and go back?! "Nolan, I'm sorry---!!!" Your wail and pull against his grip didn't even make him turn around. He stopped, finally, outside a room and pushed the door open. "In here." "Nolan... I'm sorry... Let me fix this... Baby, I-" "DON'T." He raised his voice again, and like yours was shaking in panic, his was shaking in anger. "Don't make me say it again." He turned those horrifyingly cold blue eyes on you, "And I'm not your baby."
You stepped into a grey room, with tables and chairs - and a single window looking out onto the loyalty centre blocks. He slammed the door behind you and disappeared. You bit your lip and tried to take a deep breath; nothing helped as you rubbed your wrist - now red, and indented with his fingers. The tears started running. You couldn't go back here... Surely he wouldn't make you go back to loyalty over this? It was three little words. It didn't even have to mean anything no matter how serious you were about it. Nolan wasn't taking it well, and maybe he needed a minute to calm down... Maybe he just needed a minute... And you could talk it out, he could tell you there was no love between you and there never would be love between you. And that was fine with you, if that's what he wanted. If you got to be close to him that would have to do. You sat, body shaking, and covered your face with your hands.
Nolan please... Anywhere but loyalty again...
 **
F'Nale almost looked at him in disbelief. "No." "No-!? Why not- I cannot go back in there-!" She folded her arms; "You made your bed Nolan, you can go lie in it now. I didn't drag her down to loyalty. I'm damn well not putting her back in the box." She jabbed her finger at him, "If you want her back in the loyalty centre, put her there yourself." "I can't." He looked away from her momentarily and bit his lip. "Then get her out!" F'Nale almost couldn't see the problem here, and she also kinda liked you. You seemed to do good things for Nolan that put him in a good mood - which made him so much easier to deal with. But, no, apparently now he wanted to be an idiot. Though she wasn't exactly sure what about, and wasn't about to ask at the way he was being so vague about it. He gave her a dark look. That was a no too.
She sighed, exasperated: "Nolan. You cannot keep her in holding. Either get her out, or put her back in loyalty. But if you put her in loyalty - you're dragging her to that box yourself and turning the system on. I'm having nothing to do with this. Last time I arrested her and put here in there YOU were the one that got her out!" "I know." He gritted his teeth, "And I shouldn't have." Oh. F'Nale hoped her face was stoic enough. This wasn't good.
 **
 When he returned and opened the door you had stopped crying. Nolan stepped back from the door, "Ms. L/N, please step out." "Nolan-" "Come with me." Even now he wouldn't look at you, or let you finish any sentences. But you were determined to show him you would do exactly as he said; nothing less. Damn her! He could tell as his eyes flicked to your face that you'd been crying. And that sent a shot of pain straight to his heart that he couldn't ignore.
‘Nolan, use your head. She's lying to you. A girl like that would never love a man like you. She's telling you things to get something from you. Who is she working for, who does she see and contact when you aren't around...? Remember what she's here for in the first place. And you know this is the right thing to do...’
 He walked you down the rows of blocks, and you wondered where exactly he was taking you. You knew that the stairs at the end of the room would lead up a couple of floors to the War Room, and then his office, because you'd been escorted there by an employee when Nolan had given you his original proposal. Maybe he'd rather have this conversation there. That would make sense - it might be a screaming match of both of you trying to get your points across, even though you'd hope not. But he stopped suddenly, and turned to you. "Get in." You weren't sure he was serious at first, searching his face, with those hard grey-blue staring eyes. For once there was no getting passed that look."Nol-" He indicated to the tiny cell again. And you recognised the number immediately. It had been the one you'd been placed in originally. "No...NO, no, no, no!" His name became panic and refusal; "Nolan, please don't do this--!" "Don't make me pick you up and throw you in there, Y/N..." "Nolan what did I do-!? Please let me fix this...!" Why could he see how you felt about him? Why wouldn't he believe you? He was breaking your heart - couldn't he even see that?! "Begging won't save you now..." Nolan shook his head, and there was almost amusement to his voice. And you realised; he didn't believe a word you said. He thought that ‘I Love You’ was messing with him. That you couldn't possibly just say that for any reason other than wanting information that you might give to a clan... Maybe even this Parzival guy. Was that really what he thought of you?
But you were desperate: "Nolan, whatever you think of me, I swear I haven't done anything! I would NEVER do anything to hurt you... Nolan, please, I mean it... I-" He placed his hands either side of you, forcing you through the open door of the box, "Nolan, I love you." "Don't you DARE fucking say that lie again." He spat it. And you realise exactly what you'd done wrong. "Nolan-" "Don't even say my name again." "But, I-" He pushed you backwards, hard, and you tripped, slamming into the back of the glass structure hard. Ow-! Was about the last thing on your mind as the doors began to close on him. "NO!" You screamed it, running for the opening but all too late. "NOLAN PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!! NOLAN!!!" You slammed your hands against the glass, "Nolan! PLEASE!!!! I WANT TO FIX THIS!!! PLEASE!!!!" Anything but Loyalty. You knew what happened, people died here… And you knew your debts were about to increase tenfold.
Nolan Sorrento took one step at a time backwards, shaking his head. But he looked at you, he could hold your eyes. He could see how afraid you looked, how upset, how heart broken. And somehow all he could think was that you deserved it. He kept walking like this, when he could still see you hitting the glass but couldn't hear your voice... And eventually had to turn away. His heart was breaking too; but how else were you going to learn? The last thing you saw, even when you vision was blurry with your tears running, was his back as Nolan walked back up those stairs to his office. And you knew it was over.
You would be just another girl stuck in the system; and you'd never get to love Nolan again.
 ***
It felt like the easiest thing to calmly, coldly, walk away from you.  He didn’t even feel the need to look back, and as he climbed those stairs out of loyalty and to his office, he was already planning to get rid of every trace of you from his apartment. It would take him no time at all and he would feel nothing. Nolan was done with you, and now you were back in loyalty, he’d more than just dealt with it.
It didn’t take long for his feelings to fine tune themselves and hit him full force – at first Nolan was incensed. Your lying to him had broken his heart, he could have had you with him forever had you not betrayed him in such a way. So anything he needed his loyalty workers to do that sounded hardest, he made sure went on your roster. And there was no shame in that. He wanted to make you pay. “Sounds hard?” “Probably, Sir…” Then he gave that spiteful nod that F’Nale was starting to hate seeing: “…Send it to 25-N.” He didn’t even use your name anymore. You were nothing but a number on a glass box to him now. She couldn’t say she cared all that much for you, besides improving Nolan’s mood - except now any mention of you did the exact opposite. But she had seen you, and she thought some of these more physical tasks would put way too much strain on your body. Nolan didn’t care; and F’Nale thought if she pointed it out, he’d only give you more. You were being physically exhausted, for emotionally breaking him. "Mr.Sorrento..." He pressed the button on his comlink; since that first Key things had gone from bad to worse. Parzival and his little gang of friends now had two Keys each. Nolan thought he had Wade Watts dealt with – but that plan had also obviously failed. And although the Sixers were getting keys themselves, it was still a high score system. They would have to crack that third clue quickly if he wanted any chance of taking over the OASIS... "What is it?" Nolan snapped; he had no time for this. "There's a problem down in loyalty." "Well, why isn't F'Nale reporting to me on it then-!?" "Well - she told me to contact you, Sir." "OH." Why!? "What is it?" "There's a medical emergency going on down here." "What kind of medical emergency?" With one of the people stuck down there? Why should he care? Come to think of it - why was he asking? He wasn't interested. "One of the women here has collapsed. She's unconscious but still breathing... We're administering care right now." He raised an eyebrow - why would F'Nale… "SHIT!" He yelled out loud, and panic hit him, "Which capsule!?" "25-N Sir..." Y/N-! "I'M ON MY WAY!"
 *** He nigh on sprinted down to loyalty and took those stairs two at a time. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! What had he done-?! At what cost had he been so hateful? Even Nolan realised why he was running. It had haunted him for a while, but it was his decision, and he would own that decision. And he would keep you there to prove himself right. Still, that didn’t stop him from lying awake at night, or endlessly dreaming about your body wrapped around his… Awaking to hope this was all a bad dream and you would still be there. You never were. Nolan knew right then he was wrong, you never had any reason to lie to him. When he woke up like that all he wanted to tell you was that he felt the same about you too. But it wasn’t like you were out there living your life and he could call you up, and cry down the phone, and beg for you to come back because of how wrong he was. No. You were in Loyalty. And Nolan Sorrento had put you there himself – and now he’d damn well almost killed you…
But he knew, now more than anything, what he wanted. He wanted love, he always wanted love… but running faster than he probably had in his life, Nolan also knew this: he only wanted your love.
When he reached your block, you were crowded by a number of loyalty workers and Nolan’s own employees, including F’Nale and a medic. “MOVE!” He fought his way to you and everyone else stepped back. Those in Loyalty knowing better than to stick around whilst the CEO was in the room. You were breathing, barely conscious but Nolan didn’t care – and would ignore the medics protests to gather you in his arms. “Y/N?! Y/N, oh God… I’m sorry, Y/N…” “No…lan…?” Your brain was a little bit fuzzy and your vision blurry as you opened your eyes. Last thing you remembered you were in the OASIS, strength waning. And you weren’t anymore… Anyway, it couldn’t have been Sorrento, he never wanted to see you again and he’d put you here. But everything cleared, and you felt his familiar warmth and breathed him in. And then you were screaming at him. “YOU---! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!” You tore yourself from his arms, taking a few steps back, a little steadier on your feet than you expected considering your head was still spinning, “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” Nolan drew himself to height from his knees, in silence. Looking to F’Nale and the rest around you, he gave a signal for them to back off.
Whatever you were about to do, you both thought he deserved. So you went for him; nails at his face, fists to his arms and chest, as you screamed god-knows-what at him. “YOU BASTARD!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU COME DOWN HERE!!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU PRETEND THAT YOU FUCKING CARE ABOUT ME!!” Nolan took every blow you dealt him without much resistance. You weren’t exactly at full strength either; so both of you were also wishing that they hit harder. But you had enough power to scream at him like this. And those words echoed around the complex. And yes, Nolan though he deserved that too. “You better not think I’m gonna fucking THANK you for this! What, does rescuing me make you fucking feel better?! Asshole!” You spat, taking steps that he conceded. “At least you have the balls to look me in the fucking face…” And Nolan was; because he wanted to punish himself just as much – look at what exactly he had done to you, so that he could burn this into his mind forever. Just to show himself what a fucking idiot he was.
You backed away from him because he still hadn’t said a word, and you were just as furious with him for that. Because you wanted a screaming match – so you could watch him misstep all the way through it. “YOU BROKE MY FUCKING HEART, NOLAN SORRENTO. DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE?!” Then you snapped, “Don’t answer that, I know the answer. You’re here for your own selfish reasons. Wouldn’t let the girl you used to fuck die – huh?! Couldn’t have that linger on your conscience with all the shit I know you do in the name of this company!?” There was a slight flicker of emotion across his face, but he held firm on his silence. You wanted to break him. But even you weren’t sure you knew how you break a man who was already broken.
You shook your head, and felt your tears start to run; “…Do you even know how to love Nolan? Do you know how to feel!?” There was more emotion here, and his mouth opened, chest contracting. “Whoever hurt you did a damn good job…” You let your tears drip; you weren’t about to hide this from him. He’d made this. “…I don’t think you can know how to love – else you wouldn’t run from it. You would have just loved me back. How can someone who wants it so badly turn it away?” You took steps towards him again, “What kind of man are you!?”
It was the first time his eyes had lowered from yours. And still there was silence. Nolan didn’t know if he looked like he felt nothing, but it felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. Numb and hollow and all his fault. His heart was broken too, and he’d done that to himself. ‘You have no one else to blame. How can you even stand to let yourself look at her…? Do you know what you’ve done? Do you REALISE what you’ve done, Nolan?’
That didn’t help either. Because you wanted him to look at you and see what he’d done. And you wanted words. No matter what he was going to tell you. If Nolan was going to pathetically apologise then fine; even though you’d laugh in his face about it. Those beautiful blue eyes raised to you again – you hated yourself for even thinking that - and suddenly he was once again stoic, his eyes just a little wider. You gave that silence 10 more seconds, to see if he would even attempt to say something pitiful. He didn’t.
You folded your arms, shaking your head at him and how unbelievable his whole attitude was; "Aren't you even going to say anything!?" Nolan Sorrento blinked, and swallowed thickly. He might as well be swallowing sand. Everything was ringing in his ears, and the silence was deafening. He felt void of everything save one emotion, and that look in your eyes. So he took that deep breath he should have taken before… "I love you too." The silence that hung over the room this time was much more awkward. Nolan wasn’t sure exactly what he expected from you, he knew you probably weren’t about to give him some kind of fairytale ending. To run those steps back to him, take him in your arms, kiss him and it all be forgiven – not after what he’d done to you, not after what you’d just screamed at him. But you didn’t give Nolan an emotional response at all. Your face wasn’t even shocked to hear it, there was simply nothing there. But the silence kept hanging, and he almost wanted to ask you the same thing – to beg you for a response. How could he? Nolan knew he had no right.
Instead you took another step back, the shake of your head steady and slow. You might have still pitied him, even if you hated him right now. But you couldn’t give him what he sought. “That’s just, way too little way too late, Nolan.” You swallowed, “That isn’t an apology. That’s almost worse than an apology.” Was he thinking you’d just accept his love now? That any of his actions - from your confession of how much he really meant to you to this one - showed any act of love from him whatsoever. Quite the opposite; a quest to make you pay for your ‘trickery’. Your eyes flashed as they hardened; “I know this is wishful thinking, but GOD I hope I never have to see your face again!” You shook your head once more, he had to know. Nolan had to know he couldn’t do this to people. That even the all-powerful CEO of IOI couldn’t make people bounce back. The only way Nolan would ever learn was if you walked away – and you prayed whoever the next girl was, that he treated her better.
You began walking, knowing exactly where the exit was; time to test his mettle. Test that ‘love’ he apparently felt. There was a murmur from the onlookers and security began moving to stop you, to haul you back to your little pod. Nolan was still watching you in silence, numb… heart broken. Deservedly so. But he stopped them, hand out. “Let her go.” “Sir!?!” “Just…” Nolan held, realising how much he was struggling to breathe. Lump caught in his throat. Maybe he’d cry; in fact he probably should. “…let her go.” And so he watched you leave, he didn’t know where you would go, or who you’d go to, but he knew they deserved you a damn sight more than he did – he watched you walk out of his life. And as he did Nolan Sorrento really wished that he couldn’t feel a damn thing.
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Fluffy Kittens ~ Jumin Han x Katrina, Elizabeth the 3rd x Delilah
(( This is a birthday gift for my bestie who got me into JoJo and Obey Me, and even fangirled with me over Mystic Messenger, and since Jumin was her fave, more or less because of how cute Elizabeth the 3rd was, while I was all over Saeyoung and Zen...This goes without saying...
Buuuuut, since I wanted to make this extra cute and fluffy, and also make it more intriguing, while also adding Delilah playing and cuddling with Elly...This is gonna be pretty personal for the both of us.
Happy Birthday, Deli, even though you hate it, I’m wishing you all the best, and I’m super happy that we’ve been friends for...5 years? Or so? And even though we don’t talk regularly, I’m always happy to spend time with you IRL and sing silly things, watch Osomatsu-san, do JoJo poses and voice act again <3
As well as that, I’m sure you’ll ace the Graduation exams, because you’re a smart bby, even though you undervalue yourself so much, and you’ll DEFINITELY get yourself into Vet Uni and we will see each other more often <3
Also, thank goodness, you literally look like the MC from MysMes, this makes it so much easier since I didn’t get the time to draw the You x Levi thingy I’ve had in mind for half a year ^^” ))
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Katrina and Delilah, two Veterinary Medicine students, were walking towards the park, as they found it very relaxing to study together, outside, on a nice bench, while also looking at the dogs playing around.
However, today was much different, for they found a phone on the ground, and the chestnut haired girl picked it up, examining it, then turned to the older girl with a confused expression.
“What should we do about it?” she asked, handing her the phone. “This looks rather new, almost brand new. Let’s see what contacts it has, maybe we can call someone and tell them about the missed phone. If not...Let’s just leave it here or something, it’s not really my problem.” she shrugged, rushing to sit on the nearest bench, as she unlocked the phone. “It has no password?!” Delilah sat down next to her, hugging her arm and leaning on her side as she peered into the phone’s screen. “Well, I don’t have either, but I’m not a careless airhead...This looks brand new, it has no contacts...” the red haired girl muttered in confusions, frowning slightly. “Look, there’s this app installed, RFA. Maybe it’s like a Messenger or something?” she proposed, as her friend nodded. “Okay, let’s see...Ah, look, there are some people here. Jumin Han, Zen, Jaehee Kang, Yoosung and 707. I guess it’s worth a shot.” Katrina said, opening the chatroom option, only for the the screen to start looking glitchy, and a man called Unknown to message them instead.  “What’s going on...?” Deli asked with uncertainty, getting creeped out. “I say we throw this away, this is getting sketchy as hell.” Katrina frowned, leaning back on the bench, as the third party was giving them an address to give the phone to. “We shouldn’t. Who knows what could happen.” the red head shook her head. “But the person’s phone...This address is a pretty nice residential area, lots of young people live here. I even have University colleagues living there. What could go wrong?” Delilah convinced her friend, as she could only sigh, nod, and start walking in that direction. “If we live through this mess, I’m getting drunk.” Katrina chuckled, as she input the code and got inside the apartment.
The place was a little dusty, but it seemed pretty cozy, despite being a bit small. Even so, as soon as they stepped in, the glitchy background disappeared, and a long chat conversation that revealed all the chat members mentioned above...Until they realised we were there too.
Everyone was suspicious of us, and rightfully so, I’d say, but we were just as confused as they were.
Katrina: Look, so, uh...We don’t know who this ‘Rika’ person is, and frankly, we don’t care either. We found this phone on the ground and this RFA app was the only one installed. We wanted to call someone so we could return the device to the rightful owner, and my friend didn’t want to go to the police unless necessary. Well, I would’ve left it on the ground...But she’s an angel, anyway. To put it lightly, we’re as confused, if not, more confused than you are. Anyhow, we got messages to return this phone to this address, so there is that.
Somehow, Yoosung and Zen started talking besides the point, while Jumin tried to get them back on track and 707 was trying to hack and find out our identity.
Katrina: If it helps, we can send a selfie to show you that we are real people or something. On the other hand, if I guessed correctly, the pictures next to your names are your actual selfies.
Katrina: Ah, my friend wants to speak as well. I will write in Italics, while she’ll write in bold, to make things easier to differentiate.
Zen: Are you a woman?!
Yoosung: OMG! I guess only the picture will tell!
707: Zen. Be more serious, plz?
707: And wait a sec on the woman thing.
707: Looking it up.
Katrina: Wait no more. Lo’ and behold, the beauty and grace of a Devil and an Angel.
Urging Delilah to get closer, Katrina extended her arm out to take a selfie. She smirked mischievously, as her friend smiled softly, offering a peace sign.
Katrina: Satisfied your curiosities?
Then, they started introducing each other one by one, more or less forced by the other, and it was clear that this party was rather...Unique.
When Yoosung introduced himself, Delilah gasped and took the phone from her friend’s hand.
Katrina: Omg, Yoosung, I know you! You are in the same University as me! You are 2 years younger than me, but I saw you around! My name is Delilah, but I understand if you haven’t seen me, I’m not the most flashy around. Katrina also finished Vet Uni just last year, and she has been working at this super high tech clinic for a few years now!
Katrina: Woaw, Deli, fate sure fools around in mysterious ways. Oh well, Yoosung is still young, but you must be very hard-working and diligent if you got yourself in such a difficult University. I wish you luck for the years to come. 
Yoosung: O M G ! ! ! That’s SO cool! Maybe we can hang around some time! Or eat together at the cafeteria, if our schedules have some common breaks!
Zen: LOLOL Yoosung, you lucky guy.
707: I can confirm, they’re real cuties!
Katrina: Haha, thanks.
Seeing that this conversation eased the others a bit, Seven posted a picture of Jumin with his cat, and...
Katrina: OHMYGOD THAT CAT IS GORGEOUS OMG!!!!!
Jumin Han: Finally, someone who can appreciate beauty around this place.
Katrina: You should see Delilah, she’s gushing and squealing over how adorable Elizabeth is.
Katrina: Well, I have to agree anyway, she is very pretty.
Katrina: CAN I PLEASE PLAY WITH HER ONE DAY?!
Jumin Han: I wouldn’t let a stranger get anywhere close to my precious Elizabeth the 3rd.
Katrina: :C Okay...
Jumin Han: If you prove yourself to be a person of trust, and respect Elizabeth, unlike these guys here, then I may consider it.
Katrina: !!! Thanks, Jumin, you’re the best!
Katrina: Graciously spoken.
Katrina: Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell us what to do from now on, since we sincerely have no idea what to do. We would like to go back to the park and continue studying, but, uh...You don’t sound like bad people, so we wouldn’t want to inconvenience you either. We can’t remain to this place for too long, obviously.
As soon as Katrina wrote that, they started talking about this ‘V’ person, or the person in control of this RFA organisation, and while at it, Seven hacked into their social medias and said they were cute, while the others seemed shocked they were girls.
Then, V convinced the girls to help them host this charity party, and thinking it wouldn’t be too bad, at least for their CV, they agreed. What was rather sketchy for them was the address reveal...So they decided to stray away from that part, and not talk about it again.
Jumin Han: So, Katrina, Delilah, I will follow V’s decision. Will you join RFA?
Katrina: Sure. We don’t have anything to lose. We just have to respond and convince some guests to attend, and one the day of the party, be free the whole time and attend. You can count on us.
Katrina: It sounds like it would be fun!
It was all nice and dandy, unless they started talking about relationships, which made the red haired girl groan, roll her eyes and throw the phone on the desk, while slumping in the chair and leaning way back.
Katrina: I don’t get why you’re so upset over relationships. It’s no big deal, after all. It’s much better to cuddle cats anyway ^^
Katrina: I second that. Relationships are a drag, and humans are even worse. And selfish. I’m married to my work. Dating life ain’t for me, it seems. *shrug*
Zen: That...Sounds so sad ;;;
Jumin Han: I believe that’s rather sensible.
Zen: Shut up, you’re always fawned over by women!
Jumin Han: Women who only want me for my money.
Katrina: LOLOL, you’re sugar daddy material or what?
Zen: Lolololol Katrina you’re funny.
Yoosung: Jumin is the CEO of one of the wealthiest companies in Korea.
Katrina: Oh, great. Good for you.
707: Lololol this is funny. It’s like we’re talking to a female version of Jumin lololol.
Zen: Oh, God, no.
Katrina: I...Don’t know how I should react. Should I take it as a compliment?
Jumin Han: Yes.
Katrina: Very well then.
Katrina: Oh my God, imagine how happy Elizabeth is! Jumin has so much money to pamper and spoil her! What a happy baby!
707: Lololol yes, Elly is defo a happy cat!
Karina: I wish I could pamper Tsuki like you pamper Elizabeth too, Jumin ;;
Katrina: ...Same with I and Fifi, to be fair.
707: OMG YOU HAVE CATS TOO?!
Katrina: Yes, I do! Her name is Tsuki, she’s a British Shorthair, and she’s soooo cuteeee!!
Katrina:
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Katrina: I agree. She’s adorable. And her meows are so high pitched and cute...
Katrina: Omg, Katrina made such a cute cat smile just now-
Katrina: DELILAH!!! >:C
Katrina: Hahaha so cute ^^
Katrina: Ahem. Well, as for my Fifi, she’s a dog. Bichon Havanese. Spoiled little baby. But, uh...I don’t think it matters much, seeing that you seem more interested in cats, which I can understand. Elizabeth and Tsuki are gorgeous.
Zen: I want to see something other than cats, please.
Katrina: Consider it done.
Katrina:
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Katrina: She’s more photogenic than I’ll ever be lolol.
Katrina: Mood.
707: Omg I wanna play with both of them, at the same time!!
Jumin Han: Great, new animals for the abuser.
Zen: Fifi is so cute! Just like her owner~. *wink sticker*
Katrina: Haha, thanks, Zen. Likewise.
Yoosung: Zen is allergic to cats, and Jumin keeps talking about Elizabeth, so...It’s a mess.
Katrina: Lolol poor Zen. Better not get close to the clinic I work at, then.
Katrina: Awww, that’s so sad, Zen! Look!
Katrina:
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Katrina: LOLOL DELILAH THAT’S EVIL HAHA-
Katrina : Hihi ^^ Everyone loves kitty toe beans!
Zen: I can already feel a sneeze-spree happening again.
Katrina: C’est la vie. Not everyone can enjoy the beauty of the world, unfortunately.
Jumin Han: 
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Katrina: LOLOLOL Jumin, you’re so savage!
Jumin Han: Glad I could amuse you, Katrina.
Zen: Why are you all so evil...
Katrina: Yo, I’ve a question. 
Katrina: I know we don’t really know each other, but y’all seem like really nice people, so uhh...
Katrina: Even though you don’t trust us, I would like to go out to a pub with all of you.
Katrina: Maybe after the party, so you won’t be suspicious of us, or something.
Katrina: With so many unique personalities, it’s bound to be quite a successful hangout.
Katrina: That, and we don’t really have too many friends to hang out with lolol.
Katrina: ...That too. *shrug*
Yoosung: That’d be so cool! I’m in!
Zen: Omg, Katrina, so cute! I agree, it should be fun.
707: An opportunity to leave the house! Yes!
Jumin Han: Assistant Kang, make sure you keep that in our schedule.
Jaehee Kang: Very well...I agree it would be interesting, but...
Jaehee Kang: Can we really trust them so easily?
Jumin Han: Only time will tell.
Katrina: Well, it was nice talking/getting to know you all, but we have to go now. I’ve work tomorrow and Delilah has upcoming exams. Tschüss.
Katrina: Talk to you later! 
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A few days after the whole chaos with the new phone, during one chill evening when the girls were watching a movie together, they saw Seven, Yoosung and Jumin chatting, so they decided to see what the talk was all about.
Jumin Han: Elizabeth the 3rd hasn’t been eating anything since she came back from Assistan Kang’s place.
Jumin Han: I have to call her.
Yoosung: Why don’t you call her rather than going online?
707: Since he can take care of things without hearing her voice?
Katrina: Jumin, if I may, perhaps Jaehee fed her too much. If you want, however, I have a few years of experience working in the clinic, I could check on her briefly, if you film her for me, or something.
Katrina: Although I would understand your skepticism if you don’t agree. It may be akin to home privacy invasion, since bits of the home may get captured in the video.
Jumin Han: You are very thorough in thinking of different possibilities.
707: Omg I’m jealous, I want a private video chat session with Elly too!
Jumin Han: Her name is Elizabeth the 3rd.
Jumin Han: Very well, Katrina, I will trust V’s judgement that you are safe. 
Katrina: Thank you for trusting me enough to allow such a thing.
Katrina: And omg, your chat bubble is a cat, that’s so cute! Can Seven do that for us too?!
707: I’ll see what I can do!
Katrina: Sweet, thanks. Jumin, call me when you’re free.
Jumin Han: Very well.
It wasn’t long after the chat that Katrina received a call from Jumin, and they both activated the video option, and from one end, a huge, beautiful, modern bedroom, and on huge bed, Jumin was holding Elizabeth in his lap.
On the other end of the video, a cozy little bedroom was shown, as Delilah was holding the phone, while Katrina was nowhere to be seen, which confused the man.
“Where is Katrina?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. “She went to get the laptop and cable, so we would see the video better. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here, but Katrina thought it would be educational to see her ask about the anamnesis and checking up parts, as I’m going to start volunteering at the clinic at the end of this University year too.” Delilah explained, a smile on her face as she saw the fluffy cat. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Educating yourself is never bad.” Jumin nodded, as Katrina came in the picture and propped the phone on the laptop, so Jumin would see them, while they were looking at the laptop screen.
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“Can you see us well, Jumin? We can see you perfectly.” Katrina asked, almost too professionally, as she fumbled with the laptop video settings. “Yes, it’s well enough.” he nodded simply. “Okay, all good. I will begin the anamnesis, which is asking the pet owner what they saw unusual, if they saw anything. That includes eating habits, dejections, unusual fur shedding, odd behaviours, unusual bad breath, odd eye movements, whining, crying, tail movements, if they seem exhausted or depressed, if their abdomen is flexed and so on.” Katrina explained, leaning closer to the screen to look at the cat. “Nothing unusual, except she hasn’t eaten since she came home from Assistant Kang. I even counted the hairs she shed, and it’s not unusual” Jumin explained, which made the red haired girl widen her eyes. “Damn, you’re the most diligent and attentive pet owner I’ve ever met in my life, including myself. You’re a wonder to work with. Well, the fur seems luscious, the claws look fine, so the keratin levels are good, her eyes are wide and nice, she seems to be following the toy perfectly, she has great reflexes, seems pretty playful, her nose is wet, her ears are up, her abdomen isn’t flexed...That only means one thing. Deli, can you guess?” Katrina looked at her friend with a warm smile. “She...Ate too much? That’s the only thing that I can think of.” she asked shyly, which earned a bright grin from her friend. “That’s exactly it! Jumin, as far as I understood from you, you’re treating Elizabeth with extremely strict measures, which means strict food portions, and only food that specialists deem is the best for her. Jaehee doesn’t have all that, so she gives her, for example, 2 cans of food, instead of 1 and a half, which means her stomach is fuller than usual, so her satiety levels are above the usual levels. Basically, she’s so full she can’t eat until everything is properly digested and she’s had her sport done.” Katrina explained everything thoroughly, as if it was one of Hercule Poirot’s detective novels. “Ohhh, that makes sense! That was pretty exciting!” Delilah clapped her hands excitedly. “I see, so it is as I suspected. Thank you for confirming my theory. Sorry for taking your time with this.” Jumin said, making the girl raise her eyebrows in surprise. “I always have time for friends.” Katrina blurted without realising. “Friends...Huh? I thought people called their peers ‘Friends’ when they realised they can fully trust them.” Jumin asked, almost as if he was interrogating. “...I, uh...I see everyone from the RFA as friends. That’s just that, don’t think too much about it.” Katrina dismissed it quickly. “Very well, I won’t. The party is in 4 days, are you ready for it?” he asked, making both of them widen their eyes in shock. “...I think we are. Just...We need to look for an outfit.” Delilah scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “We’ve been so busy with work and exams, and the party was announced so suddenly...Well, we were kinda put on the spot. We’ll go look around tomorrow. Hope we find something nice and cheap enough to afford.” Katrina shrugged, looking away from the phone, as if there was something much more interesting she was seeing. “It’s good to be prepared in advance, but I can see why you’d have difficulty with things like this, considering your positions.” he nodded, understandingly. “We appreciate that. Well...Even if we haven’t been around for long, we truly hope we can help make this party great. We are aware that it won’t be as successful or grandiose as the ones with Rika were, but...We will try our best to get close to that.” Katrina spoke again. “Were you trained in diplomatic speech? Because I can sense that. Not many people can do that.” Jumin asked again, as Elizabeth jumped off from his lap, to roll around on the bed. “Awwww, she’s so cute!” Delilah gushed over the adorable creature. “I can’t say I was trained, I just picked it up. Add that to the fact that I have to be polite with everyone, and there you have it. Is this what you call a professional defect?” Kat snorted in mock amusement. “Perhaps it is. Some tend to call me snobby for always being formal.” Jumin said as a matter of fact. “What a coincidence...People hate me for being cold and formal too. Que drôle.”  she smirked, speaking in a softer, almost self-deprecating tone. “That’s how people can be. They must always hate on something. I suppose that’s why Zen hates me.” Jumin spoke in a low voice. “Sorry, Jumin, but not everyone can be a patrician like you. Most of us are plebeians working our way up.” Katrina laughed softly at her stupid joke. “Every vassal can become a Lord.” Jumin pointed out, making the red head snap her head to him, with a challenging smirk. “Said the monarch.” she shot back with ease. “I wouldn’t say I’m a Monarch, that would be the president. I would, however, be a Lord, I believe.” Jumin retorted just as well. “And I would be nothing more than an unfree slave, working her way to buy her freedom.” she spoke with a smug expression. “And what would that imply?” he asked, almost with piqued curiosity. “Building our own clinic. It’s been our dream for a long time. To be in the same University, to work together, to own a clinic together and just...Live our life and be happy. If we achieve that, we will be free.” she explained, a much softer expression on her face. “I see. It’s always refreshing hearing other people speak about their ambitions and dreams of the future. Much better than the usual lies business people throw at you. Thank you for today Katrina, Delilah, I must go for now. Have a nice evening.” Jumin thanked them with a small smile, as he hung up. “...Thanks for today too, Jumin. Take care.” Katrina murmured, despite the call already having ended. “He likes you. At least, more than some others. And you’re kinda alike in some ways, I mean...I think he and you are constantly facepalming whenever you’re talking to idiots, and now both of you finally managed to run into a person with the same kind of maturity and intelligence as the other.” Delilah explained, making her friend become slightly flustered and confused. “You think so? Well, I wouldn’t mind. Jumin seems smart and level-headed enough...But I don’t know. I don’t think...Uh...We’ll see at the party, I guess. It should be fun. If anything happens, you get custody of Elly the 3rd.” Kat chuckled nervously at her friend’s teasing, before winking at her. “Oh, yes!” she cheered in glee.
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Two days later, however, the girls couldn’t go dress-shopping, as an emergency that nobody could ever even think to expect happened, which made the red haired girl’s whole life collapse on her, crushing her.
As she was ready to go to work for the morning shift, Fifi, her dog, was in a corner, barely moving, looking terrible and there were bits of blood on the ground around her.
Panicking, Katrina ordered the first Uber and rushed to the clinic, as they have amazing equipment, so she could examine her dog, only to find that she has a lymphoma and a tumour on her spleen, which made the girl curse herself for not realising sooner.
She ran to the clinic’s owner, begging her to let her operate on her dog and have someone assist and help her...
Only for her to refuse, unless she gets a tremendous amount of money to compensate, the same amount of money that any customer is forced to pay...
Why couldn’t they just let her do it?!
She was pissed off.
She was desperate.
She went back to the operation room, hugging her dog, and taking out her phone, she took a deep breath and called the only person who could be able to help her.
“Hello? Katrina, what is it, did you need anything?” Jumin asked in the same passive voice as usual. “Jumin, I...I...I need your help. I know, it’s going to sound horrible, and I don’t want you to think that I want to use you or anything, but...But I need some money to perform surgery on Fifi. I begged the clinic’s head to let me do it, that I would pay for it over time...I-I even told her that she could give me no salary for as long as I pay my debt, but she wouldn’t agree. I...I don’t know what to do, Jumin. I have some money that I managed to save, but this...This is more than I could dream of sparing. And if I somehow manage to scrape the money from God knows where, I won’t be able to pay the rent or help Delilah with University pays and...And I...I don’t know what to do...” Katrina slid down one of the cabinets in the surgery room, looking at her dog on the surgery table, that looked back at her, crying. “...I understand this is a difficult situation to be in, but you have to understand that, even though V trusts you, I can’t just throw around so much money to a total stranger that I have never met, especially if it’s the company’s money and it will have to be justified.” Jumin sighed, speaking in a low, almost business-like voice. “JUMIN, I’M BEGGING YOU, I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS! If you want to see me in person, I will give you the clinic’s address, if you want me to pay you back, I’ll resign from the clinic and work for you 24/7 until I pay my debt, I-I-I...I don’t know, I will do anything you want, ANYTHING, just PLEASE, help me out, fast, because she has cancer and a spleen tumour and if I don’t operate today, and start chemotherapy. I don’t know how long she’ll have.” Katrina started crying on the phone, and her dog started whining softly in front of her. “Don’t cry on the phone, it’s hard to understand what you’re saying. Text me the address and I’ll come examine the situation, and only then I will debate whether to give you the money or not, is that fair?” he asked, making the girl grin and clutch her blouse. “Yes, Gods, yes, it’s perfect! More than perfect! Thank you so much, Jumin, I owe you my life forever. I just texted you the address, I will be waiting for you. Please, please, PLEASE come as soon as you can.” she begged him once again. “Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t given you the money yet.” Jumin spoke, a bit unsure of his words. “Doesn’t matter. You’re willing to go out of your way to help, and that’s more than enough. I truly appreciate it, Jumin. I’ll go try to beg the chief again. See you.” she hung up, standing up and kissing Fifi on her head softly. “I’ll save you today, baby. I promise.”
The girl jolted on her feet, going to the head of the clinic to try to beg her again, hoping to persuade her, at least until Jumin arrives, but she wasn’t able to stop the river of tears going down her face.
“Why can’t you just let me do it?! I’m not going to disappear without paying you, but it’s an enormous sum of money, I can’t just come up with it by snapping my fingers, and she’ll die if I don’t start acting soon! Do you really care so little for an animal’s life?!” she tried her best not scream her frustrations away, but the chief had none of it. “This is a business, not a charity party, Katrina! We need money to continue this place, every little coin matters!” the boss tried to defend herself. “But I’ve been your employee for years and I said I’ll give you back all the money! Hell, I told you to stop paying me until I’ve repaid the debt! What more can I do to let me save my dog?!” she cried out, feeling her heart drop, not hearing the door opening. “That’s exactly why! You’re just a mere employee, not THE boss! I AM the boss, I AM the rule here, and I’m telling you that if you still wish to have a place to work at, then shut your mouth and use the little money you have to put down your dog. Just a piece of advice.” the woman in front of her talked so harshly, that it made the girl’s jaw hit the floor in disbelief. “I don’t believe that’s how a proper employer should speak to her employees.” a low, judging voice came from the door of the clinic, revealing the brunet man walking inside, like a guardian angel. “J-Jumin...!” Katrina could only stare at him, wide-eyed from shock and emotions, as her emerald green eyes were swimming in a pool of mixed feelings and frustration. “By how the situation unfolded in front of me, I can see that your emotions were genuine on the phone, Katrina. I’m glad I put money on this card, it’s obvious that your employer is subpar to you in every way possible, and it’s a pity that you have to downgrade your skills to somehow like this...” Jumin shook his head, taking out a blue card, making the girl’s bottom lip quiver and throwing herself at him, hugging him with all the strength she had in her little body. “Thank you so much, Jumin. I owe you everything. I owe you my life. You’re a literal angel, Thank you so much for saving Fifi’s life.” her fingers were clutching the back of his blazer, which made the man get stunned for a few seconds from the unexpected action. “If you’re going to perform surgery right away, I’d like to watch. I want to see what happens with my money.” he cleared his throat, trying to make the girl stop being overly emotional. “If he gets in the operation room with you, I’m not giving you another assistant.” the boss snatched the credit card, snapping her head to the side. “Oh, screw you, you heartless bitch!” Katrina growled, shoving aside the woman in front of her and dragging Jumin tot he operation room. “It’s fine...I can do it. I can do it on my own. It’s not that hard. I can do it.” she muttered to herself, taking a few deep breaths before prepping for the surgery. “You’ve never done it before, have you?” Jumin took off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt and leaning on the wall to get a good look at the whining dog. “...I’ve only ever assisted a few times, but at least I know what has to be done.” she ruffled her hair a bit, before putting it in a high ponytail and putting the dog hooked to anaesthesis. “She’s going to fire you when you’re done here.” Jumin said as a matter of fact as the girl started the surgery. “...I’d have resigned anyway, as soon as I found another place that would hire me. There’s one thing to compromise and stomp on your pride to maintain a job or gain a benefit...But there’s another to go completely against your principles and convictions and let someone humiliate you like that. I’m a human, not a martyr and I have no reason to accept being treated that way. No amount of money or benefits can buy me.” she ranted a bit irritated from the previous encounter, as she focused on removing the tumour. “That’s admirable, if true. Not many people can say that. Trust me, if you work in the same field as me, you’d be more aware of that.” Jumin replied after a few minutes. “If you came here, I think you know I’m speaking the truth, and you just needed confirmation. Rational people are like that. They need proof to back up their reasoning.” she shot back, carefully putting the tumour on a plate and beginning to sew the incision, only for the anaesthesia levels to go down, and the breathing and pulse rates were going down, which freaked out the girl, who dropped the utensils to start fumbling with the tech and getting some medicine to keep up the rates to a normal level. “Should I call for-...” Jumin got up, trying to help, but the girl was much faster. “Yes, you can help. Get here and make sure the numbers here are between parameters. I will finish this up so no more damage will take place.” she dragged the man, instructing him quickly, but well explained, as she worked around the incision, getting rid of the additional bleeding and finally successfully sewing up the wound. “Are you sure you don’t wanna be a doctor or something? You have great reactions and don’t panic under pressure. You were amazing, Jumin.” she took off her mask, throwing away the gloves and slid down the cabinet, looking exhausted after the long procedure. “You explained well what I should do. A great leader makes the followers perform well. You will be great when you open your clinic, and I’m sure Delilah is going to learn a lot from you.” he said, sitting down next to her. “Thank you, Jumin. Your words mean the world for me. Thank you for saving Fifi...I owe you the world...Because she is my world.” Kat rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. “If you want to owe me, how about you become Elizabeth’s private doctor. I’m sure Delilah would be happy to have an excuse to stay around her more often.” Jumin chuckled, as the girl raised her head, cocking an eyebrow up in shock. “I’ve already wasted enough of your money, I couldn’t possibly impose so much on you and have you pay me or something. Besides, I...Uh...I don’t want to end up for you the same as Jaehee. I enjoy your company and our interactions...I wouldn’t want that to change in a more professional way or something, so bad that you can’t listen to my voice or try to avoid or run away from me.” the girl sighed, hanging her head. “You said you don’t want to be an unfree slave anymore and that you’re going to work your way up. If you want to get rid of the title of Vassal, then you could become a Lord’s Lady and-” Jumin started talking, but he was quickly cut off again. “No. If you want me to be your girlfriend, I won’t refuse, but that means that I will never take money from you. It’s either romantic or professional, you choose. But if you’re that confident in my skills as a doctor, then you should know that both I and Delilah are going to treat her anyway, so you won’t really need a private doctor or anything.” she spoke a bit colder than usual, not even realising. “I see. You said you won’t be bought, and you stay true to your words...Maybe a bit too much. It’s rather unusual for me to meet a woman like you, who’s not, as Luciel would call, a...Gold digger. But I’m glad I met you. You are a strong and sensible woman with a gentle heart and a fire passion to do what’s right and save as many lives as humanely possible, and I admire that about you.” he turned his head to her, who could only look in surprise at him. “...Nobody I’ve dated...Or met...Ever said such nice things about me. Katrina, you’re so cold, Katrina, you’re so heartless, Katrina, why do you act like a hedgehog around me, Katrina, why do you never have time for me, Katrina, why do you love those animals more than me. Katrina, Katrina, Katrina, you’re such a goddamn failure as a girlfriend. You say this is unusual for you, but this is equally unusual for me as well.” she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, looking away. “Then I suppose we can figure this out together, if you want. I believe we have quite a few misconceptions to clear out for each other.” he smiled softly, putting his arm around her, bringing her closer to his side. “Wanna go for a quick coffee or something? There’s this pretty nice cafe close to my home. Nothing extravagant or expensive...Just a small, little vintage cafe with a nice and calming atmosphere.” leaning in, she cuddled to him, having a tranquil smile as well. “Doesn’t sound too bad.” Jumin nodded softly. “Oh, and...I’m paying. No arguing here.” she said firmly, making the man chuckle, agreeing nonethless.
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A year passed, they had other RFA charity parties, they hung out a lot of times, all of them, together, Delilah became Elizabeth’s private doctor, which obviously meant that her and Tsuki would hang around Jumin’s place for play dates with Elly under ‘professional’ pretextes, much to Katrina’s annoyance, Jumin made sure to gather fund for her dream clinic so both girls could pursue their dreams, and made sure to include animal charities and animal-saving related guests to all the RFA parties, and things overall seemed so much simpler and balanced than ever before.
One beautiful Saturday, Jumin and Kat were cuddled together in bed, both of them doing some light reading, as the door was opened and Delilah’s gentle smile greeted them.
“Hello, Doctor Delilah.” Jumin greeted the girl playfully, as she blushed lightly from happiness. “Hello, Jumin!...Awww, Elly, you’re cuddled with your toy, you’re so cute!!” the girl cooed at the adorable white feline. “I’m really happy that her love for cats got her to pursue her dreams and get to this point where she’s surrounded by cats everywhere she looks.” Kat looked over to her friend with a side smile. 
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  “I and Katrina are going to leave next week on a business trip. I think it will be no problem if Elizabeth was to stay over at yours, am I right?” he asked, and seeing as the girl’s eyes started sparkling with glee. “Any time! She’s a wonder to have over, and Tsuki is always happy to play with her!” she replied, hugging the cat, as Elly put her paw on her nose softly, melting the girl’s heart. “Great to hear. And you, Doctor Kat? What are meow going to do with Fifi?” Jumin nudged her with his usual subtle playfulness. “I’d do anything to hear you meow more often, it’s adorable. Maybe purr a bit too...I’ll leave Fifi to Jaehee. She doesn’t shed hair like Elizabeth does, and Jaehee needs some leisure walks too.” the red haired girl teased as she started softly scratched him under the chin. “Meow.” Jumin did a cute cat and small cat smile, burying his face in the crook of her neck, purring softly. “I was right...Meow are adorable.” the girl giggled in amusement, cuddling closer to him, “As are you.”
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Order from Lovely NC,
Hello~ I said I would come back, so here I am~ My order is a Dalgona Matchup Latte. My mbt is ISFJ and I think my enneagram is The Giver. My personality is being extremely shy and awkward with new people, but I’m kind and lovable to my very close friends. My friends would describe me as cute and caring (because I always act cute towards them). I’m a 5’2 Asian girl who wears those aesthetic metal glasses because my vision sucks lmao. I am also about to graduate college (hawyee 😔✊🏼) so I spend most of my time studying and I love photography and journaling in my free time. I’m really into kpop like nct and gfriend (and many more) but I also like lofi hip hop music. I hate people who are rude to others for no reason and I dislike confrontation because of my shy/sensitive personality (I’m a cancer lololol) but i will atacc if someone is mean to my friends or family.
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➞ the moment i finished reading your submission, bokuto just popped up in my mind and said “hey, hey, hey” so at that moment, i knew it was meant to be
➞ your guy’s relationship would be quite similar to the cliché ‘jock heartthrob falls madly in love with the shy cutie’
➞ obviously he was the first one to make a move, he didn’t even hesitate; he was just so… curious? like you’re so cute when you’re with friends and he can hear your adorable giggles, but with your other classmates you’re just quiet and shy… where’d the giggles and smiles go? 🥺
➞ so he thought ‘if i become her friend, then does that mean that i’ll also get to hear her laugh and see her cute smile?!’ and so that he did; boom, babie fell madly in love with your cuteself, and of course, he confessed to you.. kinda? well it went kind of like this:
“ah, ice cream tastes a 100 times better after practice!”
“haha, yes, bo, i agree. i love ice cream so much, it’s one of my favorites.”
“i love you, too!”
“…”
“…”
“…what?”
“oh, was i too quiet? sorry, i said i love you, too! you said you love ice cream so i thought i should talk about something i also lo—”
➞ tells you he loves you every minute of the day literally; he’s just like a puppy, okie? he just loves you so much, so he needs to say it to you at all times, ‘cause gosh forbid you’ll think he doesn’t love you anymore after he just told you he did 10 mins ago…
➞ oh, and lots and lots… did i already say lots? of innocent kisses! i’m lowkey jealous but that’s not the point— he literally bought a bunch of scented chapsticks because he was worried that you hated it when he peppered your face with kisses, and so to solve that he thought you’d like it if you ended up smelling like strawberries and cupcakes afterwards i— kyupid is now too soft to funtion.exe
➞ if you end up taking photos of him, and he catches you do so, he will asks you so many questions, but uh, babie can be a lil’ handful sometimes…
“honey, should i hug the tree or maybe i should climb on top of it—”
“bo, no! get down right now!”
“ooh, maybe we could use that duck as a prop! hold on, let me just catch—”
“baby, no!”
*cue the screams from both of you while getting chased by the duck* 
➞ when you’re studying, he’ll either hug you from the back like a koala, sit on your lap like a child would with santa (lmaooo, but then he’ll remember that you’re so small compared to him, so he’ll jump off and start saying sorry in pout while kissing your cheek several times)
➞ piggybacks are a must, he’ll pester you to get on his back every hour of the day, literally just straight up crouch in front of you and say, “hug my back, please!” and just scoop you up; and if you decline, bby owl will get very pouty
➞ the fukurodani vbc will always have you around during practices; they even make you a lil’ cubby to study in (if you needed to) daily, because they just know that bo becomes a very happy bby when you’re around
➞ let me tell you, if you ever need someone to dance with you while jamming to kpop, bokuto kotarou is your man; i won’t even lie, unless you’re a true dancer, man will probably grill your dancing, like he’s just too good help—
➞ prefers to dance to twice (bro, just imagine this rn, just close your eyes imagine this beautiful scenery) but his all time favorite song to dance to is boss by nct which is so different from his usual pick of cute dances; i headcanon that you get hella nosebleeds since he gets all serious and sexy when dancing this song i— sis, tell me i’m wrong, i dare you
➞ bo is such a cute puppy around you, so it scares you so much when he becomes so serious if someone ever messes with you (honestly, he attracts lots of girls, so maybe one of those) or someone you care for; but don’t worry! once his focus is on you again, his usual imaginary tail will wag and he’ll have the brightest smile on his face as if he didn’t sport the death look just seconds ago
➞ y’know how 99% of relationships have that first stage of all lovey-dovey (honeymoon-ish phase) then it just disperses, well guess what? you’re relationship with bokuto is stuck in that phase forever! you both will have everyone else jealous around you, especially other couples, since how can y’all be like that even if it’s already been 15 years since you got married!?
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Kyupid hopes that you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s a lil’ snippet of your lasting puppy-love relationship with Bokuto: when I push you into Bokuto since your shyself keeps on denying that he does in fact have feelings for you 😠 (yes, I added myself there, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it); he loves it when you treat him like that during his ‘emo modes’ it just makes his heart flutter and he’s immediately recharged once you kiss him after hearing a much-needed pep talk from you (akaashi who? nah, we only bo’s one and only girl in this household); he still gets shy initiating handholding (lmao, but this man kisses you without a care in the world) so he does exactly what’s happening in the gif; the way you two walk to school, or just anywhere really, except Bo’s more giddy (because he’s holding your hand, and you’re right next to him, and he loves you so much—) so there’s a lil’ more jump to his steps; there are times when bo just looks at you at the most random moments where he realizes that he’s the luckiest man on earth to have you, and during those times, he just has the softest smile on his lips as he quietly embraces and whispers the most genuine “I love you” — but you’re just like “bro… nani!?” because he does it at the most random times (but you now know that he loves you so deeply, so it don’t matter where it happens)!
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Thank you so much for being such a dear customer; I really hope to see you again in the near future! Have a fantastic day, babie ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*
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an: you’re the sweetest lil’ cutie, thank you so much for interacting with me 🥺 i hope you liked your order, and pls give my bby bokuto all the love he asks for. btw, i’m also a cancer, bby!
skdksksk i also struggled to spell quietly for a whole ass minute, no joke, kyupid just be dumb sometimes. if you see anything wrong with your order (gif doesn't work, no colored letters) message me, okie?
bo is the cutest. all fax, no printer.
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doingitforbokuto · 4 years
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tagged by @dorkyhaikyu, thanks bby 😚 ❤️ 💞
1) What do you prefer to be called named wise??
Ivana
2) When is your birthday??
👀 wouldn‘t you like to know, weather boy
3) Where do you live??
Germany
4) Three things you are doing right now??
Listening to music, writing this post, thinking about whether I should write, read or do homework
5) Four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now??
I usually just focus on one fandom at a time, so Haikyuu!!
6) How the pandemic treating you??
I still get paid and everything so it‘s not that bad but quarantine has been a lil harsh on me - but I‘m going back to work next week so it‘ll be okay
7) A song you can’t stop listening right now??
like the whole album Sunshine Kitty by Tove Lo, her music is just soo good and I feel like she’s super underrated (also hey you got drugs from her last album)
8) Recommend a movie??
Dead Poets Socitey
9) How old are you??
19
10) School, university, occupation, other??
I‘m studying tax law for the federal government in an integrated degree program which means that I have phases where I go to university and then I have phases where I go to work and learn how to apply the things I learned, then go back to university etc. etc.
11) Do you prefer hot or cold??
Both suck but I‘d probably pick hot
12) Name one fact others may not know about you.
I never invite friends over. Most of my friends have never been at my place.
13) Are you shy??
When I meet new people, yes, but I try not to show it and still strike up a conversation as best as I can
14) Do you have any preferred pronouns??
she/her
15) Any pet peeves??
when people mock me in those super sarcastic voices; when people don‘t plan out things enough after I asked them to; when people ignore me; people who don‘t take other people‘s thoughts and feelings into consideration because they are too short sighted or self-centered; generally people who are overly selfish - I can understand being selfish to a certain degree as I can be selfish too but there is a line you shouldn‘t cross
16) What’s your favorite “dere” type??
don‘t have one
17) Rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.
If I look at my whole life I‘d probably say like a 5? maybe a 6
18) What’s your main blog??
@ilostmylovetopoetry but this is the one I‘m most active on
19) List your side blogs and what they are used for??
this one and @fan-fic-reblogs. I use it for Marvel, Naruto, political stuff or just generally every post that I like that doesn‘t fit this or my main blog‘s theme. It‘s a mess tbh 😅
20) There is anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you??
I‘m not an easy person to deal with all the time, I‘m really secretive and won‘t really tell you what is going on in my life. I oftentimes avoid conversations I don‘t want to have, most of the time it takes me hours or days to answer (at least on WhatsApp, on tumblr not so much). I like to think of myself as a tsundere, so there‘s that too. But I always try and be there for my friends and help them if they have a problem, I try and be a supportive friend. Also: I‘m very honest and don‘t like sugar coating things. You can be sure to always get an honest answer from me, but I will always tell you when I think that you‘re doing something wrong. That doesn‘t mean that I hate you or anything, even if imy opinion may come off as very harsh.
tagging: @kashika @shibayamababie @mistermrbee 💜
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onlystylesangels · 5 years
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After the Dodgeball Game
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Anon: Hiiiii can you do a blurb based on the dodgeball episode where y/n on michelle’s team and harry and y/n hit it off pretty well
Pairing: Harry x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, slight smut, getting hit in the groin?
Word Count: 6k+
A/N: Hi bby! Here is the dodgeball blurb that you requested! I enjoyed writing this (especially towards the end!) I hope you enjoy, lovies. Feedback is much appreciated. Much Love!💓❤💞💕💞💓
Come talk to me about it!
It was a regular day for Y/N. She was shooting some photographs for an upcoming publishing author for her first book.
Y/N was praised for her magnificent work and always was asked if she could take pictures for projects such as these. There were times that she was asked to do album photoshoots with music artists and if she was being honest, she actually enjoyed doing those than any other job offer she was asked to do. Either way, she enjoyed her job very much. It paid the rent back home and she was happy with what she earned from each photo session.
Currently, after she did a photoshoot with the publishing author she came straight home and relaxed for a bit, taking away all that stress that she started to get when she received a call from James Corden himself as he spoke about a television special.
**//**
“Wait, so you want me to play dodgeball with Michelle Obama? The Michelle Obama?” Y/N questioned as her eyes widen from hearing James actually tell her that she was going to be in some sort of team with the First Lady.
“Yes! Are you still in? Or should I call someone else to come?” James asked as his voice sounded more convincing.
Y/N thought about it for a bit. She didn’t have any other jobs to do the next two weeks, so she was totally free. What could one dodgeball game hurt? Plus, she was finally going to meet Michelle Obama, the woman that has inspired her so much.
“I’ll do it, James! It’s going to be in London or in Los Angeles?”
“Los Angeles. I’ll make sure to let my team to send the extra information, yeah? Is that good?”
Y/N had a big smile now, she couldn’t contain the nerves that she had right now. She knew she still had two weeks before even meeting Michelle Obama, but she was so excited to be asked to be in this.
“Uh, yeah! Yeah, I understand. Thank you for giving me a call, James.” Y/N says as she hangs up once they both say goodbye.
If someone would have asked her if she was fine, she would probably lie to you and tell you that she was fine. But being called because you were going to be playing alongside Michelle Obama would have probably made your insides turn with excitement and nervousness. Boy, was she excited for those two weeks to pass by quickly so she could go to L.A. and play a couple of matches.
**//**
Two Weeks Later
Y/N was on her way to the airport since she didn’t live close by California. She had everything ready for the flight. Once she arrived at the airport she made sure to contact James and his team that she was on her way to California in a couple of hours.
In the meantime, Y/N took out a book that she has been enjoying very much recently as the pilot announced that they were going to head out pretty soon.
As soon as she arrived in L.A. She called an UBER and they drove to the CBS studios. The ride was pretty short so Y/N didn’t have a chance to finish up the rest of the book she brought along with her.
**//**
Y/N finally arrived at the studio and was taken to James and the rest of the team
The team took in her two suitcases inside the entrance. James walked out of the studio and walked towards Y/N and brought her in.
“Y/N! How was your flight?”
Y/N smiled and hugged James back.
“It was great, James.” Y/N gave him a pat on the shoulder as they walked beside each other as James arm draped over her shoulders.
“We are going to pre-record tomorrow morning and practice. Do you think you can beat team U.K. with dodgeball, Y/N?” A smirk on his face as Y/N looked at him with a smolder.
“You really think team U.S.A. is not going to win?”
“I mean… yeah. I already know we’re going to win because I'm the captain of the team, so we’re definitely winning.” James says as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Keep dreaming, James. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.” Y/N says as she stares intently at James hooded eyes. They have a stare off both displaying serious faces. Seconds later they burst out laughing.
“You’re something else, Y/N. Can’t wait for tomorrow, love.” James compliments as he focuses his attention to someone in the studio team.
“Y/N, I almost forgot. You have a room assigned to you for the night. Please follow me, love.”
“A room? I was just going to pay for a hotel room for the two days, are you sure?”
“Y/N. You came here in short notice, it’s the least I could do and arrange a room for you.” James added as Y/N smiled at him and remained quiet. She wanted to thank him. She hugged him as he was explaining the day for tomorrow.
“Thank you so much, James.”
“No need, Y/N. I’m just very glad you are going to spend it with us.” James smiled and rubbed her head.
**//**
And so the rest of the day Y/N, James and the rest of the Late Late show crew all hung out and had dinner before going to bed.
The next day Y/N woke up with a smile on her face. Why was she so happy you ask? Well, she was going to meet Michelle Obama and she was excited playing dodgeball with the rest of the players that she will soon meet.
After Y/N finished eating breakfast and took a little break before getting into a car as they drove her and the amazing women that she was surrounded with to the designated gym they were going to play.
Y/N stared at the tall woman that was talking with someone that had a little headband in his hair. From behind she could see his left arm was filled with tattoos, and tall, he was very tall. She wanted to approach Michelle and this guy, but she stayed behind so they could continue their conversation.
“Y/N. Come here, we have to practice for a bit.” Mila Kunis said as she touched Y/N’s shoulder.
“That’s Michelle Obama.” Y/N whispered to Mila.
“Yeah, it is. She’ll come in a bit, but come practice with us.” She smiled as she looked behind her at the group of women throwing balls at each other.
So Y/N walked towards the group of women and began practicing with them. On the other side of the gym, the young man that Y/N saw a while ago was now with his team as he stared at the mysterious woman that he had no clue who she was.
“Who’s that?” Harry asked Reggie who was the only one practicing with him as the other guys were talking about the tea and cakes they’re going to have later.
“I think that’s Y/N Y/L/N. She’s a photographer, a really good one too.” Reggie adds as he smiles towards Y/N and back at Harry.
“I’ve never seen her before. Is she on the tellie most of the time, or-,”
“She doesn’t like being on the television a lot, she prefers to have her life private, but she is great friends with James.” Reggie said as he started bending down stretching out his limbs and arms.
Harry kept quiet the entire time they were practicing. He couldn’t help his curiosity, he was so enchanted with this woman that always had a smile on her face while she was practicing with her teammates. How could a person be so happy the entire time and not at least have a serious face while training? Would it feel weird to continue staring at a woman for this long, Harry thought. Would it hurt to introduce yourself to someone you really want to know more about? No, it wouldn’t. And he was right.
**//**
The game was about to start. Michelle Obama was giving her team a pep talk before the match and Y/N stared at her with beaming eyes of admiration. She listened to every word she said and saw the passion behind every single word she said.
After Michelle’s encouraging speech, Y/N got up from her seat and asked Michelle Obama if she could sign a copy of her Becoming book. Michelle gladly signs it for her and gives her a tight hug.
“It’s so nice to meet you Y/N. I’ve seen your work, and can I say how beautiful each photograph of yours is. It’s amazing what you’re doing, sweetheart.” Michelle smiled, as she patted Y/N’s shoulder.
“You’ve seen my work?”
“Of course! It would be hard to miss.”
She has seen Y/N’s work? Y/N always thought that her photographs were just shared throughout her clients’ families. Y/N didn’t have an active social media that she posted her pictures, she always kept her work private. But obviously her work wasn’t always going to be private, and that was a good thing they weren’t, she was getting new clients after all.
“I’m happy you like my work, Mrs. Obama.” Y/N declared as she sent her a smile and Michelle returned it back.
And finally it was time, the dodgeball game that the public have been waiting for and Y/N waiting patiently to play for the longest since her stay here in the studio. She has dreamed about it and now it was finally going to happen.
**//**
As soon as the referee whistled the game to begin, both players from each team ran towards the red balls. But Y/N didn’t get to the middle on time, she was just about to touch a ball and grasp it in her hand, but a guy with the tattooed arm grabbed it before her. There was a soft look that was on his features leaving behind the serious, and furrowed brows behind. He was going to give her the ball, but then he thought again, it’s just a game.
Or so that’s what he thought.
During the first round of the game it was only the tall, good looking green-eyed man standing. Y/N had a ball in her hand ready to aim it towards the man that she started to gain a liking in him. Not in a romantic way, but more of a friendly kind of way. The man had a strong grip on the ball that he was holding, he was also ready to throw it towards Y/N. Before he could even throw the ball, Y/N moved a little closer and threw the ball, her intentions were to hit Harry’s thigh, but he jumped up at the wrong time as the ball hit his groin.
Y/N stood standing with her hands covering her mouth in shock and guilt that she just hit this man in the groin. She stared at the man pounding on the floor as he was on his knees and head staring down at the ground. But her team cheered her on and gave her an assuring pat on the shoulder and on the back. What the hell? What the fuck did she just do?
After round one was finished, Y/N was speaking with Michelle and how she felt bad about hitting Harry in the groin, oh how she regrets it.
“I feel so bad, Mrs. Obama. I didn’t mean to hit him there. I jus- I was aiming at his leg not… down there.” Y/N reasons, as she sees a smile forming on Michelle’s face when she looks away from Y/N.
“Hi, can you sign this book for me?” A deep british voice asked as Y/N turned around and made eye contact with the guy that she hit.
Shit.
Should she apologize right now or should she wait until the end of the dodgeball game? Wait or ask right now? She was going to wait after he gets his book signed and then she’ll apologize.
Harry was now walking towards his team’s side of the gym and sat down on the bench and started to read the first page of his copy of the Becoming book.
Y/N took this as an opportunity to apologize to him. She felt guilty that she hit him down there and hope she can get some peace by apologizing.
“Hi.” She squeaked, as she almost face-palmed from how awkward she must’ve sounded.
Harry looked up from his book and smiled at her as she stared down at him.
“Umm, hi.” He replied back as he set the book down next to him on the bench. He scooted a bit to the right so Y/N could sit down next to him.
“Thanks. I just came here to apologize for, you know- hitting you in the groin.” Y/N murmured as she almost looked at his pelvis but looked right up at his eyes before he could notice.
“‘S fine, love. It didn’t hurt as much as a basketball.” He smiled. “I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Y/N.” Harry nodded and continued showing that beautiful smile of his that showed off his dimples.
“I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” Harry greeted as he put his hand in front of him for her to shake.
They shook hands and smiled at each other. Harry was about to tell her something else, but before he could let it out, the referee blew his whistle signaling that the game was about to start.
**//**
The second game Team U.K. tied up the game. During the beginning of the second match, Harry ran to get the ball, but he tossed it towards the other side, giving it to Y/N. He had no ball and waited until the opposing team threw a ball. Y/N took the ball and aimed it towards James, quickly kicking him out of the match. The last and final round went the same. Harry grabbed the ball and softly tossed it towards Y/N’s way. Harry luckily took the ball that Mila was about to grab and ran backwards and hit Melissa before almost getting hit in the face with the ball that Allison threw his way. He fell down, ass on the ground. While he was on the ground he got hit with a ball and he was out of the game now. Y/N looked over at Harry and felt empathy towards him, but she has to continue and finish the game. So she threw the ball and hit James, then she caught the ball that Reggie threw towards her and out was the “windmill”. Benedict was the last one standing as Y/N, Lena, and Allison all threw their balls towards Benedict. And game three was called and team U.S.A. won the trophy.
Team U.K. hung their heads low and their shoulders slumped. They all looked sad. They were broken physically and bruised emotionally.
Y/N went with her team and took pictures with the big trophy as team U.K. was on the floor still disappointed about their loss. After pictures, both teams went to the lockers and changed into their clothes before they started the game.
**//**
Back at the studio everyone gathered together as they took pictures with each other as a big group. Y/N out of habit took her camera and began taking pictures with everyone. As she was taking a picture of James and Michelle, she felt a tap on her shoulder after she took the photo.
“Hey.” Harry smiled, those dimples appearing once again.
“Hi, Harry.” Y/N beamed as she put her camera down.
“Will it cost me to get my photo taken?” He glanced down at the camera hanging from Y/N’s neck.
“No. But depends what kind of picture you want to take.” Y/N giggled as Harry’s face reddened a bit.
“Didn’t know you took those types of pictures.” Harry nudged her arm and smirked down at her.
Y/N furrowed her brows, finally realizing what he meant.
“I didn’t mean that and you know it.” Y/N said as she looked away from him as she focused on the group formed ahead of her.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get ya mad, ‘m sorry, love." He apologized as he tapped Y/N's shoulder again and saw her brows still furrowed and her non-existent smile.
"It's fine. I just got... a little bothered by it."
"I apologise again, I didn't mean to make you feel bothered." He apologized as he ran a hand through his messy curls and slid the white headband out of his hair.
She glanced up at him and smiled. She looked back down at her camera hanging from her neck and grabbed it, "Do you still want a picture?"
**//**
"Didn't know you were such a great photographer." Harry teased as Y/N looked at him as if she was hurt.
"Wow. It's nice to hear that from the 'sign of the crimes' lad. Harry Styles, the most clumsiest person on stage." Y/N giggled after saying what she said.
"Heeeeyyyyy!" Harry slurred. His brows furrowed and eyes narrowed.
"Had to be honest, right?"
"That hurt a bit. But I will be honest, that is quite true, love." He smirked as he got up from sitting on the couch and lied down on the carpeted floor. He patted the spot next to him motioning for Y/N to join him.
After the game, Harry and Y/N started to talk more to each other and they started to like each other's company as well. So Y/N invited Harry if he wanted to hang around at her little room. He accepted her offer and now here they were lying on the floor as they stared up at the nicely painted ceilings.
"You're really great with that camera of yours, Y/N. Probably gonna have to ask ya to be my second photographer during my shows." Y/N stared at him if he was serious about it but nothing on his face showed if he was serious or not.
"Are you serious? You want me to be your new photographer?"
"I mean… if you want to." Harry muttered under his breath making it hard for Y/N to hear. He didn't look at her when he told her that, but probably it was nothing.
"I mean, yeah. I just- I just have to check my schedule if I'm free while you're on tour. When are you on tour exactly?"
"Oh love. I didn't think you wanted to. I was just saying it in the moment because I love your work, but if you want I can send you upcoming tour dates. Just don't show them to anybody, I haven't told the fans yet. They don't even know the second album is finished, I'm just waiting after a couple of weeks and I'm going to surprise them as I always do." He said as he flips his imaginary hair.
"Really nice of you, Harry."
"I'm not being mean! They probably already know about the album. There's a matter of time that news is going to spread before I even announce it."
"And how do you announce it?"
"I post three blank pictures on Instagram. Their reactions is what gets me each time. Their guessing is so overwhelming sometimes, but I love it."
"Hmm, interesting. You're such a beauty aren't you?" Y/N softly punched him on the arm. As Harry sent her a glare and quickly changed his demeanor to a cute smiling mess.
**//**
Time started to pass by as Y/N and Harry both lied on the floor. It was getting late, Y/N and Harry snuck a bit of yawns here and there while they were talking, but neither of them mentioned their tiredness.
Y/N was staring up at the ceiling as her hands were folded on top of her tummy. She almost drifted off to sleep, but Harry shook her shoulder.
“Love! Am I boring you? Do you want me to let you rest?” He asked as he was now on his side facing her.
Y/N rubbed her eyes a bit to get rid of the gloominess out of them.
“I’m sorry, Harry. I was just drifting to sleep for a bit.” Y/N murmured, as she faced Harry with her droopy eyes.
“I think I’m gonna leave, love. It is getting late,-”
“No. Don’t leave just yet, Harry. Can you stay for a bit longer, if only you want to.”
She held onto his arm as he looked down at her hand and looked back at her.
Harry was going to leave, but something in him doesn’t want to leave just yet. He knows that it is late and that he has to get back to his hotel so he can pack up because the next day he was going back home. But this, he couldn’t leave just yet. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
“Okay.”
Was all he could say. He lay back down on the floor next to Y/N and they started to talk about their favorite foods. They really did start to enjoy being together as friends. They both weren’t expecting to meet each other, but they were so glad that they met and that right now they were bonding and laughing at whatever terrible jokes Harry was telling and Y/N hiding her red face from all the laughter she shared with Harry.
One could say that they hit it off really well, but for now they were friends and they were okay with that. So yeah, for now they were okay with it.
**//**
For the next two hours, Y/N and Harry continued staring at the ceiling laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. They even got a bit closer to each other as Harry invited Y/N to lie her head on his outstretched arm. They didn’t know what time it was so they never knew when they both fell asleep. Both were comfortable lying on the floor and they were cozied up to each other so they could be warm enough.
Harry never ended up leaving. Their conversations were just too contagious which made him stay and not leave. So he stayed on the floor with her and kept her close to his chest as he smelled her hair and smiled to himself whenever she would get closer to him in her sleep. Talking to her was as if they were friends for a long time ago, as if they haven’t seen and talked to each other in years. He felt comfortable with Y/N and he couldn’t really explain why he felt this strong connection with her when they met just yesterday, but he felt that, and he was sure that she felt it as well. It was weird how they were brought together, but Harry and Y/N were glad they met and they both knew it in themselves that they were never going to regret meeting during that game of dodgeball.
*1 Month Later*
It was a month later and there were some big news for both Y/N and Harry. For Y/N, she was given so many jobs that she even had to reschedule whenever she had a new client and she found herself being super busy with appointments with her clients. As for Harry, he was on every channel. Well… not on every channel but channels that interviewed people. Harry finally released his second album this month and he was crazy about it, (I mean, who wouldn’t?) He announced new tour dates and he teased about merch currently being made. Boy was he a tease.
Anyways, Y/N and Harry were both talking to each other after the dodgeball game. Harry texted and called her a couple times a week, but Y/N didn’t because she was worried if she did, Harry was probably at another interview or just getting ready for his future tours. So, she didn’t really want to pester him by calling him or texting him. Harry was alright with it, he even encouraged her to call and text him and that she shouldn’t worry about him not answering right away, because he even knew how busy he got especially with this new album out.
**//**
*Hours Later*
Right now Y/N was lying down on her couch as she had the television on just for a distraction. She wasn’t really watching it, because she was focused editing a couple of pictures she took earlier today. She didn’t know what was going on the channel that she left the television on, but a certain someone caught her attention as she looked up to see Harry on the television as he was on another interview.
“So, Harry, we heard there’s a particular song dedicated to someone you met during a special event at ‘The Late Late Show with James Corden’. Is this true?” The man interviewing Harry asked, as he had no expression on his face at all.
“I mean it was an amazing experience writing and producing the album and I had a great time at the secret studios I was at, so that was fun.”
The man smiled and looked a bit annoyed. Probably because he didn’t quite get the answer he wanted. “But there’s a song in this second album that is about a certain someone. Can you tell me anything about that song and why you wrote it about that particular person?”
“There are so many songs on the album, so I think all of the songs are about things that personally impacted me. So yeah? There are some songs about certain people. There is one song about someone that has a talent with cameras and loves photographing the beautiful bits of life, so yeah. It was fun creating it.” Harry explained as he smiled towards the man.
“Does this person have a name, Harry?” The man narrowed his eyes at Harry as he hoped to get the answer now, hopefully.
Harry sips his coffee as he looks at the interviewer with that famous dimpled smile.
“Let’s move on.” He simply replied back.
Y/N continued watching the exclusive interview of the iconic second album of Harry’s. She already knew what the interviewer wanted to hear. That one song that Harry dedicated a song to her. She didn’t know why he wrote it, but he did tell her about writing a song about her. She was quite confused why he wrote it, but when she heard the song she understood why. He fell in love with her admiration of cameras which is something Y/N loves. He fell in love with how much spirit she had and how free she portrays herself, something that he wished he could feel at times. He also wrote it because he didn’t know how to tell her how special she was to him when they first met, but writing it in a song was much easier and in his opinion more beautiful and complimentary. Y/N agreed, it was a song that never left it’s rhythmic melodies from her head. The song was honest, and poetic lyrics that sounded like they came out of the mouth of Shakespeare.
Y/N loved the song and it was the only song that she always kept on repeat. She was probably being narcissistic, but she loved the song, she loved ‘her song’.
Harry and Y/N began dating four months later. Harry actually asked her through a skype call. He knew it wasn’t romantic and he wished to ask her properly with a nice dinner and lastly lying down on the grass and looking up at the stars. But he really wished he was with her right now. Y/N said ‘yes’ right away when he asked her and she really did wish that she was with him during that skype call. How she wished she was enveloped in his arms right now. She wished that she could feel his curious hands wandering over her bare skin and feeling herself shiver from the cold material of his rings. But she knew about his current circumstances where he was at and she understood that he had to be present for his shows.
Y/N wished she could cancel every appointment with her clients, but she knew she was going to feel guilty from canceling.
*1 Month ago*
“I want you here, love. Do you think you can stay for the second half of the tour?” Harry asked. His face looked so cute from the pout appearing on his soft features. She wished she could kiss him, but the only thing she would be kissing was the screen of her laptop. She just couldn’t resist that cute face of his.
“I don’t know, Harry.”
“Do you have customers for the next three months?” He asked.
“You know I do, Harry.” Y/N sighed. She looked down at her book that had all the future appointments. “Wait, I think I have some free after this month.”
Y/N checked the dates for the next appointments she will have and they are all this upcoming week. She was going to be busy, but it was going to be worth it, she was finally taking some time off for vacation.
“I think I can go, Harry! I think I can make it through the next couple months, babe!” Y/N exclaimed as Harry smiled and looked genuinely happy for her and of course he was happy that she was going to be able to come along.
“I’m happy, love. See you soon darlin’, I have to get back to the dressing room and get ready. I’ll call you after the show, yeah?”
“Okay, bub. I love you Harry.”
“I love you too darlin’.” Harry waved as he puckered his lips making his kissy face.
**//**
And they both hung up. It was like that for the rest of the week. Calling, texting before or after his shows. So the next month Y/N and Harry were together in England where Harry had a couple shows to perform. Last week Harry went to Y/N’s apartment and surprised her by him being there so they could go together to the airport and head to England. He was already in London, but he wanted to see Y/N and he loved the idea of being with her during the flight.
Everything went well. During rehearsals and after the concert, everything went to plan. Harry had the time of his life as always seeing his incredible, and beautiful fans dancing and singing along with him. He felt even more happy which would be understandable because Y/N was there, but there was something else that made him happy, he was home.
**//**
That night, Harry drove Y/N and himself to his rented house. They didn’t have any plans for the night, but just watch some romcoms before going to sleep. But that didn’t quite happen. They made out on the couch as the television was on as Y/N and Harry were busy kissing each other’s lips and trying so hard to yank each other’s clothes off. It’s been so long since their last time and tonight they deserved it, it’s been so long.
Harry carried Y/N to his bedroom and lay her down on the mattress as he peppered kisses along her jawline and down her collar bone. Y/N started to shiver from the wet kisses that he left on her soft, and delicate skin. Harry, and his kisses were just so overwhelming.
“God, Y/N. You’re so gorgeous.” Harry muttered after every little kiss he tattooed onto her skin. “Such a beauty.” He slid off the straps of her tank top and kissed her shoulders and finally went to kiss her lips as Y/N was already a moaning mess.
Harry slid down and separated Y/N’s legs and landed kisses in the insides of her thighs and brought her pajama shorts down to her ankles and taking them off completely only leaving her with her panties. Harry ran his hands along her thighs and stopped on her core. He moved her panties to the side so he could stick a finger inside her opening.
“You’re already wet fo’ me, love.” He looked at Y/N as she tilted her head back as he licked one long swipe and stuck one finger in. “You missed me that much, hmm?” He hummed as he was eating Y/N out, causing her to let out a moan of ecstasy.
He kept pumping his finger in and out and now inserting two and then three fingers inside of her. Y/N was a moaning mess as she had her hands tangled in Harry’s hair as he moaned each time Y/N pulled harder and harder on his hair. Each time Harry pushed his fingers in Y/N grabbed a chunk of the comforter and turning her head so she could bite the pillow behind her head.
“Harry-, I’m gonna cum Har-,” Y/N panted out. Her breaths becoming a bit uneven.
“Cum, darlin’. Cum for me.” Harry dared. His eyes filled with lust.
Harry kept pushing and pulling out his fingers faster and faster as Y/N kept pulling his hair and balling her fists from the severe pleasure she continued to feel.
“Baby- Harry, please. I need you.” She panted as she bit Harry’s earlobe once he faced her.
“Cum fo’ me first, darlin’.” Harry smirked as he kept pumping his fingers inside of her as he kept his sights on her glossy eyes.
With each push Y/N became vulnerable and kept biting Harry’s earlobe and kissed him as a distraction from the pleasure she was feeling. Harry pushed his three fingers in for the last time and Y/N came undone, Harry’s fingers covered with her as he kissed her shoulders and kissed along her jawline. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean and kissed Y/N’s lips as he caressed her soft cheeks.
And so the rest of the evening Y/N and Harry made love for a couple of hours before they finally got too tired to continue.
Y/N was on her back as Harry was beside her, his chest going up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
“Harry?” Y/N whispered as Harry had his eyes closed and sweat on his forehead.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
Y/N scoots closer to him as Harry wraps his left arm around her and kisses her forehead.
“I missed you. I missed you so much, Harry.”
Harry smiled, “I missed you too, darlin’. But at least you have that song to listen to, hmm? You’ll always have my voice to listen to, baby.” Harry murmured to her as he cupped her face and kissed her luscious lips. Y/N leaned into his touch and giggled while they shared that intimate kiss of theirs.
“I love you so much, Harry.” Y/N mused. She poked Harry’s two big dimples on his cheeks and giggled when he wrapped both of his arms around her and flipped her so she could straddle his lap.
“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied and kissed her, and lastly booped her nose as Y/N giggled from his cuteness.
Harry looked beside him and grabbed Y/N’s camera that was sitting on the nightstand as he got the camera ready to take a picture as he admired Y/N’s beautiful naked body in front of him. Her body shimmering from the moon’s light shining on her glowing skin.
“Now, can I take that picture of you?”
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Amphibia Christmas Gift
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Snow.
 It had been 1 whole year (sort of, she was still trying to understand just how much time had passed) since she had gone to Amphibia .
 Since she had made her first real friend.
 Since she found a family.
 And…
 Anne Boonchuy, decked out in a frog themed Christmas sweater, tapping her foot nervously, was unsure if the first person she should come out to was her beloved and endearingly over protective Hop Poppy.
 But considering her… Let’s say it nicely, shit parents, it seemed like he was really the only choice.
 Sighing, she glanced out the window again.
 Snow had once been a danger, due to its once a year appearance in Amphibia. Snow forced the frogs into hibernation and near death (thank GOODNESS for interior heating!).
 Anne had protected them from it once. And while it was touch and go (the small business of Polly nearly dying), she had succeeded!
 In fact, Anne Boonchuy was very different from the girl she was when she first stumbled onto the magical other dimension.
 What once was selfish was now thoughtful.
 What once was subservient was now independent.
 What once was impulsive was… Well, actually, that sort of stayed.
 And what was once straight as a rail in her mind was so gay it made Elsa look straight!
 So why was it so hard to tell him about this?
 “…Anne, you’ve been sitting there for about 5 minutes narrating. Just tell me the problem so I can return to making angsty AMV’s of “Suspicion Island”!”
 Anne couldn’t help but chuckle at that statement, and at the frog who sat before her.
 His thin grey tufts of hair were now covered with a Santa hat (whom he was still wary of. “Breaking and entering is nothing to be proud of, unless of course you’re doing it to Monroe”), his cane was colored like a candy cane (Anne could have sworn she heard a drum snare from Marcy’s room) and his sweater was appropriately ugly, asking people to “honk if you’ve adopted a bby recently”.
 For a once so rigid and traditional frog, Hop Pop Plantar had truly given his best efforts to the transition to the human world.
 In fact, as Anne shuffled her feet and sighed, he had done more than anyone would have expected.
 After a disastrous dinner revealed that Anne’s parents were… Shit, Hop Pop had gone on a 8 hour long rant, dissing them so inappropriately that Polly hadn’t needed Anne to learn all the swear words in existence.
 If it wasn’t for Sprig ripping the chained pen off because it looked “Yummy”, Anne would have been adopted way faster.
 It was flashbacks like these that made Anne wonder how could she possibly think he wouldn’t accept her.
 After all they’ve been through, Hop Pop truly loved her.
 Which meant…
 Anne took a deep breath and stood up, deciding to face it head on.
 “I’ve got a bit of a… Hard confession to make.”
 Anne then smiled softly as Hop Pop seemed to take on a knowing look.
 “But I know that you’ll accept me for who I am, and I shouldn’t be afraid.”
 “Oh, you should! Grime has been walking around the house decking anyone who plays “Frosty The Snowman”. Says that little bastard “should have melted the moment he knew about thermomaters, even though he really shouldn’t know”.”
 Anne giggled and Hop Pop smiled warmly. “But seriously, Anne… You can tell me anything.”
 Anne beamed at this and Hop Pop remembered why he was still alive as she began to explain.
 “Well… You see, Hop Pop, ol’ buddy ol’ pal… Have you ever felt like you want to kiss someone, but society thinks it’s wrong?”
 “Why, all the time! I keep telling them that Cacti are softer than they seem but no one listens!”, Hop Pop said, removing a cactus and kissing it.
 “Oh wait, never mind. My tongue wants to die now.”
 Anne shook her head, laughing. “No, dummy! I mean… Say there’s 2 someone’s you like…”
 Anne’s mouth suddenly got very dry. She wasn’t sure she could do this.
 Even if Hop Pop was open… Who was to say that Sasha “GOD THAT SCAR MAKES HER HOTTER” Prince and Marcy “HOW CAN SOMEONE SO SARCASTIC BE SO MOE” Drosselmeyer would be interested in something so… Bizarre?
 Anne was starting to panic again. She wasn’t some badass warrior or hilarious kawaii girl (well, she was, but she doesn’t listen to me).
 She was just Anne “I can make  a decent omlette” Boonchouy.
 Sure, she helped destroy an ancient monster and she helped make peace between frogs and toads, but anyone could have done that!
 Why would Sasha and Marcy want… Her?
 Nerves at their limits, Anne decided to go for a distraction.
 “HEY HOP POP!”, she suddenly called out, mad look in her eyes. “WANNA FIND OUT HOW MANY JELLYFISH I CAN JUGGLE?”
 As she began to juggle and yelp from the pain, Hop Pop tried to stop her with logic. “ANNE! Only Polly can do that!”
 Meanwhile…
 “I don’t understand this stupid human holiday! First we watch some ridiculous children’s cartoons, then we take a tree and force it to get dressed, and now you’re telling me that you need to make some sort of “like, earth shattering” confession? I thought this “Christmas” was fun!”
 Formerly Captain now Dad Grime was very confused by the day he had been through. He’d had to endure many odd customs, and outside of drinking dangerous amounts of Egg Nog (what was IN that stuff?!), he had not seen any reason to be jolly or merry.
 Why, he hadn’t had a chance to be senselessly violent in hours!
 And now his beloved daughter Sasha had some sort of confession to make.
 “Great. Now I get to know where all my strawberry lip gloss has been going.”, he grumbled as Sasha stood next to a screen.
 Clearing her throat, the former soldier seemed less confident than usual.
 Giant anime sweat bead, feet shuffling cards, shaking more than the jell-o he DEFINITELY didn’t steal for himself…
 She was hiding something.
 He could feel it.
 That, and she had said “I’ve been hiding something” just 38 seconds ago, so…
 SCORE!
 “Get on with it, Sasha!”, Grime ordered, impatient. “I’ve got other things to do, like go back and complain about having to do all these things!”
 Sasha laughed nervously and picked up a remote. “Well, Grimesy, in order to properly explain my confession, I have arranged a powerpoint presentation…”
 Even on Amphibia, people knew that powerpoint was sad.
 Grime moaned and leaned into his hand, depressed. This was going to be worse than the time he almost died.
 “Just finish with it, before the alcohol receads and I get enough sense to leave the room.”
 Sasha gulped again, very nervous of her frog father’s reaction. While he too adopted her from terrible parents, he was less affectionate, more of a fun dad who took you to bear baiting matches and taught you how to survive torture.
 You know, fun things all children should know!
 The emotional stuff? He was less qualified.
 Why, once she told him she was feeling sad and he said to just beat it senseless until it stopped working.
 And when she had homework she couldn’t figure out, he actually spared with the words.
 And when she was having a period…
 Well, the less said about the “boxing match with god” the better.
 So, this was going to be a piece of fucking cake, right?
 Sasha continued to hyperventilate as Grime read the title, which was accompanied with an audio book version read by Samuel L. Jackson.
 “Shit, I CAN Haz Girlfriends?: The Day I Never Stopped Worrying And Learned That Women Are Hotter Than Men!”
 Sasha face palmed. “I REALLY need to get a better editor.”
 “Come on, Darling! That title is marvelous and so much better than “AAAAAAAAAAAAA HOW DO I EXPLAIN THAT ME AM GAY?!”, Sprig, with spectacles, turned around and commented.
 Meanwhile…
 “So I’m gay for Sasha and Anne and I want to date both of them. Is that weird?”, Marcy asked, while playing a snare drum for Anne’s unintentional candy cane pun.
 “Oh, it’s totally normal! Give them a whirl, girl!”, Valerina said, not phased for a moment.
 “Great! Can we T-Pose now and headbang to “Megalovania”?”, Marcy asked, setting up her boom box.
 “That’s why I adopted you!”
 Marcy and Valerina then started to aggressively T-Pose and headbang.
 “I hope this conversation is easy for Anne and Sasha, who clearly have the hots for me!”, Marcy said as she danced.
    “Anne, I can’t believe that of all things, you were hurt by tripping on a box of wiener dogs!”
 Hop Pop was applying another Hello Kitty band aid as Anne sighed morosely.
 “I’m sorry, Hop Pop! I just… I… I’m very nervous!”
 Hop Pop sighed affectionately and patted his girl’s back. “Anne, my darling… I’d NEVER judge you. And even if I did, I would be in the wrong for that.”
 Hop Pop smiled as he made a promise with his eyes. “Whatever you have to say is who you are. If your friends or your family can’t accept that, then, well, they’re pretty darn lousy at their jobs, I reckon!”
 Anne shed a tear while smiling, her real father as ever making her feel valid. Real.
 Once she was so afraid of expressing her true self.
 Now, she felt like she could sing it out loud.
 Not that she would; Musical theatre was a pale imitation of vaudeville, according to Hop Pop.
 Taking a deep breath, Anne confessed her secret.
 “Hop Pop… I tried to understand this for a while, and for a while I wasn’t sure if it was true, but…”
 “I know that you have the crushy crush on Sasha at least, that’s for sure.”, Hop Pop commented, scratching his chin.
 Anne’s eyes were now very buggy. “HOW IN TARNATION DO YOU KNOW THAT?”
 Hop Pop was too busy thinking something else. “I’ve never said tarnation, where’d you pick that up?”
 “Doesn’t matter! How do you know that I like Sasha?”, Anne asked in disbelief. What had given her away?
 “Anne, you’d need to be blind not to know! Also, you once forced me to marry you and your Sasha cardboard cutout in a lavish ceremony.”
 Anne blushed wildly. “I do crazy things when I drink too much cocoa…”
 Hop Pop chuckled warmly and observed Anne with sparkling eyes. “Well? I assume there’s a part 2…”
 Anne laughed as well and admitted that “Marcy’s pretty fine too!”
 Anne then got shy again. “I know that it’s customary to only like one person, but I really li…Lo…”
 Anne swallowed her spit and resolved herself.
 “I REALLY love both of them.”
 Anne sighed again. “I know it’s weird, but it’s who I am.”
 She looked up, scared again. “Do you… Do you see me any different?”
 There are moments in life where one has to prove to one’s kids just how much he/she loves them.
 In that moment, Hop Pop aced so hard no one would ever get close.
 “Do you know what I see, Anne?”, he asked, and as she shook her head, he sat next to her.
 “What I see is a beautiful, smart, strong, brave, independent young woman with a kind heart and a lovely soul.”
 He continued. “I see an amazing friend and an incredible daughter.”
 He nearly choked up for a moment. “I see someone who has grown so much, but hasn’t lost that innate goodness that was there from day 1.”
 He then embraced her. “You know what I see?”
 He whispered. “I see someone I am PROUD to call my daughter.”
 He retracted from the hug to wipe away her tears. “And if these two girls make you happy, then, well, I see no problem in you getting together with them.”
 Anne, who was feeling all the feels, gripped her Hop Poppy and said “Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!”
 “Of course, Anne. Of course.”
 Anne hiccupped for a moment and softly smiled. “I… I… Thank you for letting me be me.”
 She kissed his forehead and as she ran off, she called out “Love you, Dad!”
 Hop Pop shook his head softly as she left. “Kids…”
     Meanwhile meanwhile (revenge of the meanwhile)…
 “And that’s is why I want to kiss two girls under the mistletoe today, so you better understand, motherfucker, before I stick my hand up your ass and make it talk like a puppet to give me validity!”
 As the powerpoint finally skidded to a halt, Sasha wished that she could erase all the bar graphs and pie charts on how “lit” lesbian OT3’s were.
 In fact, Sasha had cringed really hard for the entire presentation, and as she finally opened her eyes and laid them on a very quiet Grime, who had uncharacteristically said nothing the entire time.
 Sasha was getting REALLY nervous now. What was going to happen?
 Would Grime get angry? Would he fire her from being his daughter?
 Would…
 Would he hate her?
 Sasha already knew that Grime wasn’t exactly the softest and most understanding person in the world.
 So what would he be like with this?
 Tentatively, her fingers shaking, Sasha asked a cautious question.
 “Well… What do you think, Grimesy?”
 Grime scratched his chin in thought, before turning to Sasha with an odd expression.
 “Let me see if I understand: You love that Anne girl, and that Marcy girl?”
 Sasha nodded, depressed.
 Grime chose his words carefully. “All right… If I may ask…”
 He tilted his head. “Why are you asking me if it’s ok?”
 Sasha blinked, surprised. “I… Uh… Huh?”
 Grime cleared his throat, hoping to make himself clear to Sasha. “I may not understand human customs, but I don’t think that loving someone is wrong, at least, under certain conditions.”
 He attempted a soft smile as he grabbed hold of her hand. “The way I see it, if it’s not illegal, it’s ok. And, well… I may seem like a real grouch, but when it comes to you, all I need is a smile, soldier, and I’m in approval.”
 Sasha never liked showing such strong emotions, least of all next to Grime, but she couldn’t help but squeeze him once he finished.
 “Ok, ok…”, he said, but his enjoyment of the hug was obvious.
 Patting her back, he saluted her. “Report me of your success once the conquest is over!”
 She saluted back, grinning. “Aye-Aye, Dad!”
 None noticed that that was the first time Sasha had called him dad, but Grime would later feel his heart grow 3 sizes once he realized what she had said.
        Later that evening, Anne, Sasha and Marcy found themselves underneath the mistletoe, all a little confused and VERY flustered.
 “So… We all had the same idea and crushes?”, Sasha asked, very embarrassed. Pink was not a color frequently seen on her cheeks, but today it was dominant.
 “I guess so.”, Anne said, feeling very shy. Was all her worrying really for nothing?
 “Cool cool cool cool. When do I get to be gay?”, Marcy asked, wearing a rainbow hoodie over a shirt that said “Go to the YMCA? I AM THE YMCA!” and shoes that played “Girls Like Girls” by Hayley Kiyoko.
 Anne, Sasha and Marcy all looked at each other, and realized that sometimes, all the worrying really IS for nothing.
 Here they all were, very much in love with each other and willing to take the next step.
 So…
 Why not just do it?
 For Anne Boonchuy, Christmas had once been most magical when she opened her presents under the tree.
 But this year, it was when she kissed her two girlfriends at the same time.
     Finishing the story, SpongeGuy looked at his words and hoped they were enough.
 As ever, the lesson he tried to impart had a harder time reaching him.
 The words stood on the screen, daunting.
 Teasing.
 Were they enough for such an angel?
 Were they enough for such a blessing?
 Stepping into the room, SpongeGuy could see his sister/brother/BroSis Kamino sleep peacefully in a bed. An adorable beanie sat on the cute short hair cut and her eyes, despite being closed, sparkled with wonder, that made him want to be so excited.
 Hands shook as he clutched the manuscript and wondered again: Was it good enough?
 She had given him so much in so little time.
 Had he deserved any of it?
 Could he ever justify his existence?
 Floating in from another room was a frequent visitor.
 Cold hands sent a shiver down SpongeGuy’s spine and he didn’t need to turn to know it was the reaper.
 “You seem awfully ready to go. I haven’t sensed such resignation in a while from you.”
 SpongeGuy tried to say something but the words stuck in his throat.
 “…You haven’t even come close to succeeding in your mission. Are you ready to call it quits? It’s not like you ever deserved to succeed.”
 But SpongeGuy shakes his head. “Maybe I don’t deserve it…”
 He put down the manuscript next to Kamino’s head.
 “But they do. Every single one of them needs a hero.”
 SpongeGuy turns defiantly. “If it means fighting for years without a smile, then I will do so.”
 “…What makes you so sure that you’ll ever be happy?”
 SpongeGuy turns and sees a miracle in front of him.
 “…Just a hunch.”
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rosesisupposes · 5 years
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If your still doing the protective prompts: “They don’t deserve you.” Logan to Patton with logicality???
An actually short prompt response (for once) feat. Patton as my perfect nonbinary bby
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word count: 847
pairing: Logicality
warnings: transphobia, nonbinary-phobia, bullying, f slur, hurt/comfort
reader tags: @residentanchor​ @royally-anxious​ @bewarethegrammarpolice​ @jemthebookworm​ @arandompasserby​  @sparkly-rainbow-salt​ @astral-eclipse​​ @thelowlysatsuma​ @adorably-angsty​
“What the fuck is that,” a jeer sounded through the hallway. Patton balls their fist in their skirt. They’d been feeling so confident this morning when they’d put it on - the blue complemented their lilac hair clips and they’d felt so pretty. But the whispered comments have been sounding in the background all morning and it was eroding their confidence, little by little. And now the whispers are louder, unable to ignore. They lift their head and tried to walk tall, but their hands are shaking.
It hadn’t been as bad before today. The slow introduction of pastels into their wardrobe, followed by blouses, those had gone relatively unnoticed. But today, they’ve worn a skirt. Buying it had been so exciting - feeling the smooth fabric, watching it twirl as they spun in front of the mirror, feeling a bubbly, giddy sensation as they looked at their reflection and saw Patton. And they’d been hopeful that the other students at school would react well, or even just accept it without comment.
Perhaps Logan was right, and they couldn’t always afford to see the best in people. Perhaps they should have prepared themself more for the likelihood of hurtful comments.
The jeers grow closer. “Look at Patsy over there. What is he even doing?”
The pronoun makes them wince, yet another pin stabbed into their ego and confidence.
“Where’d you steal that from, Claire’s?” another voice asks mockingly. “Are you trying to play dress-up or some shit?”
They keep walking, refusing to look back or even acknowledge the teasing. If they don’t react, maybe the bullies won’t think it’s worth. Maybe they won’t seem as much like a target. They realize that’s impossible as hands grab their shirt and spin them around.
“Stop ignoring me, you fucking cross-dresser! Who do you think you are?” David sneers, getting into Patton’s face. He’s big, at least half a foot taller than Patton and much broader, too.
“Please don’t touch me,” Patton responds softly, edging away.
“Like anyone would want to touch you, fag. What, is this the only way you could think of to get a boyfriend? Pretending to be a girl?”
“I asked you to step back,” Patton insists, but there’s no vigor to their voice. Their heart is hammering in their chest, all they want to do is run, but turning their back to David and the friends who stand with him will only make them more vulnerable. They can feel their eyes starting to brim with tears and look at the floor, not wanting their vulnerability to be any more obvious.
Suddenly, a new person moves into their field of vision, getting in between them and their tormentors.
Logan, who ‘s known for always keeping such a cool head, is standing in the way, face like a stormcloud. He looks like he’s about to smite David and company if they don’t go away right this second.
Patton escapes into an nearby empty classroom leans against the wall, fighting to suppress their tears, trying to cry quietly.
Logan follows him. He’s a little unsure of how to be most comforting, but sits against the wall too, as close as possible, to let Patton decide how much comfort they’d like.
Patton sniffles. “Why do they have to be so cruel, Lo? Is it really so wrong to be the way I am, to dress this way? They’ve always been friendly before, when I was closeted. Am I a freak?”
Logan turns, and Pat can see the crackling anger of before rising again in his eyes. “No, Patton. There is nothing wrong with you. You are exactly who you are meant to be. Those bigots are just too small-minded and cruel to realize that the same Patton who’s been the star of every bake sale is the one who they’re tearing down now.” His expression softens as he wraps an arm around Patton’s shoulders. “You’re the same Patton who’s had band-aids for their scraped knees on the playground, who’s been a shoulder to cry on, who’s been there with a joke and a distraction when things are past crying. You’re the best person I know, Pat. No matter your gender or your presentation. In fact, ever since you’ve come out to me and your friends, you have been all that and more, because I have never seen you so happy. And if David and his friends can’t see that- then they don’t deserve you.”
Patton leans into Logan’s arm, and hugs back. Logan holds them gently, but starts to get worried as he feels them shaking in his arms.
“Pat? Have I upset you? I’m sorry…”
“No, no,” Patton says, sitting up and wiping tears from their eyes. “It’s just… thank you. For being my friend. For reminding me that I’m valid, no matter what they say. I needed to hear that.”
“It’s the truth. I’ll always be here to remind you, whenever you need it, okay?”
Patton gives Logan a watery smile. “Thank you so much, Logan. I love you.”
Logan flushes, hugging his datemate close. “I love you, too.”
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chiseki · 5 years
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Figured I’d make this an intro post, since I’m pretty much using this alternate url as an “out” url compared to my usual vagueness.
I’m Joshua. Yes, that matches the sidebar, so it’s not really surprising here.
And that would surprise an entire two people following my main blog that know me irl because the rest were previously informed. Maybe three people, I forget if the last one is on tumblr or not.
Which is, by the way, ““““““““fun”““““““““
Yup, having like three local friend circles that had relations to each other outside of myself, and only one of them being in the know is fun.
You can basically stop reading at this point, because from here on out is just gonna be a massive time rewind to.....jeez, fuck if I know when, my childhood? I promise there will be time skips, we don’t need that mess played at normal tempo. (Also some funny stories after the giant gap in the text, if you want to scroll for that).
Most of this story is actually located in college, but the only real indicator (aside from having a general dislike of dresses) was way back when I was in all of second grade--apparently I was so damn insulted I burned all these facts into my memory--and an older kid was brought into the classroom, gave us this cool sales pitch about do we want to learn to shoot a bow, go camping, build campfires, etc
and then was like “OH YEAH THIS IS THE BOY SCOUTS IT’S BOYS ONLY”
I was so hyped lol.
Wound up being in a mediocre girl scout troop later, and my brother obviously got directed into boy scouts. At which point I got to find out that their camping trips were mostly getting rained on and finding black windows and getting taught woodworking by a dude missing a chunk of finger.
So more suffering than child me would have expected, but they still got to build fires and go REAL camping and shoot bows and rifles and shit.
Meanwhile, in girl scouts, we went to this one set of cabins every year. We never stayed in the damn cabins, because someone would find A Bug in there, or a spider, and then someone ELSE would have the same issue, and no one wanted to be in a cabin alone let alone be the only one in the cabins at all, and we always wound up sleeping in the air conditioned lodge that was visible from the damn cabins.
Except the one year where we went to a different camp, stayed in the legendary caboose, and there was a bat sleeping on the outside of the window so no one wanted to sleep there except me.
My scout group was weak.
I miss the cookies, though.
Anyway, due to not being forced into gender-targeted toys and getting to play with whatever the fuck I wanted, I also have jack shit for anything resembling an early warning sign aside from the above.
Actually, scratch that, I was not really a fan of dresses. I mean, this was fair in general, since they were usually scratchy, didn’t fit my arms/shoulders right, were designs I had no say in, and everyone would get on my case if the dress might get even a LITTLE dirty. Had some skirts I liked in middle school, but even that was a mess of having to wear tights because my genes have never resulted in anything resembling a thigh gap.
And I was like, constantly trying to play with the guys in grade school. And they’d periodically get that “NYEHHHHHHH GUYS ONLYYYYYY” shit going on. That was never not infuriating tbh.
Flash forward to high school, still basically left to my own devices. Only indicator here was that I was just tickled fucking pink whenever I heard that I either passed at cons or was at least tossed in the “maybe.......?” zone.
Flash forward to college. I honestly don’t remember what set me off on thinking about it, but started eyeballing my gender with a microscope. Unfortunately I couldn’t apply a litmus test like sexuality, so there was a lot of “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuck” going on.
Actually, I think part of it was that on the forum I hung out on, a lot of the old regulars had assumed I was a dude until a childhood friend had dropped a pronoun several times in succession & asserted its correctness, which then led to a discussion along the lines of “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat”.
But yeah, started testing the waters.
Also tried going to a LGBT+ club like, once. With the gal I was either dating at the time or was about to be dating, my memory is shit tbh. “HEY SO HOW ABOUT WE ALL JUST COME OUT TO EACH OTHER, A BUNCH OF STRANGERS <33333333″ still freaks me out, honestly. I get why it’s generally done, but like, no thanks. But I was horrendously obvious in ducking about the gender question and she totally called me out on it later in private lol. Also got me my first binder, but I digress.
Anyway, basically spilled on “I’m.....probably..............? a dude...........? jsyk??????” to my immediate friends, which was met with a lot of “.....YEAH ACTUALLY THAT MAKES SENSE” and a “hang on I need a dictionary........ok I get it”
I think I was the least smooth part of anything resembling a coming-out just due to like, me not wanting to have to tell people to do things for me? It’s something I find extremely awkward, like I know it’s that horribly stereotypical dating thing of “what’s wrong, bby, what do I have to do” “I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO” but.
And that’s an entire digression about how my relationship with my mother often included me saying a lot of shit I had to say convincingly, but didn’t mean at all, and probably led to me having fuckall faith in what people say, most especially when under a forced prompt. I could do an essay on that, but not here.
Which, admittedly, I’m gonna rewind here because I think it’s funny in hindsight, but it means the dictionary reaction went like “SO...........I’M.............TRANS?” “What?” [thinking this is pushback on the idea] [PANIC MODE] “UH” “Like, literally, what does that word mean, I've never heard it in my life.” “OH. WELL. Heh. Uh. That internal reaction I had was embarrassing then, oops.”
Anyway.
Then the collective action was, “well, have you picked a name what do you MEAN you haven’t picked a name, we can’t just run about calling you by your deadname after all that”
And I tossed some names out, that I’m not going to list, because they were just fucking awful. So I got interventioned and the method became throwing names at me until they stuck.
Adam? Nah I knew an Adam and I can’t unassociate with that
Noah? Violin teacher’s third kid was named Noah. Same issue with Gabriel and Caleb.
Benjamin? I fucking grew up with a Benjamin he would kill me.
you get the idea.
And those were like, actual reasonable rejections. At least half the time I was just like “I DON’T LIKE HOW IT SOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDS.” Take, for example, Josh. I 1) knew one in high school and he was a piece of work and 2) I just, inexplicably, don’t like how the word sounds.
Which is part irony and part masochism that JoshUA stuck.
I mean, that name had pre-existing connotations for me. I had played..........a game.........in high school. And given that my options were pretty shafted to Stereotypical White Boy Names if I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb, some positive(?) pre-existing connotations were going to be needed.
Incidentally, I had a v. sweet trans girl offer me her deadname, which was a cool name, but just, like, didn’t fit me in particular so. She also picked her name by RNG tournament, with the top 10 baby names for her year being the competitors. Which was neat and worked well for her, but I know I would have just re-run the fucking tourney if I didn’t like the winner lol.
But anyway, continuing on to a less flowery story. I’ll add some blank lines so it’s skippable. No need to set off every other person with gender issues here.
Decided to come out to my family. Apparently time fuzzed down my memories of being devoured by mosquitos outside while my parents were trying to decipher that their kid was holding hands with a girl in the back of the van and that girl had been planned to sleep over that night, and despite the fact that booth teens wouldn’t be jumping to sex that fast nor had the equipment to make a kid between them....it was Reason For Concern like a straight couple sharing a bed.
I mean, my mom was convinced that anything touching the nether regions was SEX and PREMARITAL SEX was EVIL. But I digress.....again.
So. I tell them. And the reaction ranged from “well ok I mean you’ve always been weird” (thanks, bro) to “uh I guess my last name’s odds of getting inherited just doubled........?” to “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME”
Yeah. That last one was word for word. Some stuff was thrown, lots of crying (”I CAN’T EVEN DO MY MAKEUP AND IT’S YOUR FAULT”)--both of which were not my doing, though I got shocked(?) into my own set of tears iirc.
I think I set a speed record for climbing back into the closet. Like, a week later, everyone was pretending it never happened. I sorta emotionally cut ties with my mom at that point--kept it civil, but Did Not Want to discuss my life or friends at all with her or in any way that would get back to her.
So obviously, no one in my family knows I go by Joshua. If they asked, I would tell them, but lo and behold, zero questions, they never brought it up again, etc. And I’ve been very careful about not letting that knowledge spread, not putting it on the internet in a way that connects back to my legal name, being primed at any point to pretend “Joshua” is a mutual friend and to not respond to that name if someone accidentally calls me by it.
Incidentally, during Yet Another Family Counseling that was at least performed at an individual level this time, my mom apparently told the counselor that she thought she handled that well. Last I checked, making the situation about yourself and doing the whole “woe is me, the mother, with a child like this” shpeal was not “well”.
And I mean the WHOLE shpeal. If you’ve ever had the misfortune to see the posts by parents of trans kids that wax soliloquy about losing their child and mourning their “death” (especially the ones that aren’t all “but I got a new kid!”) like, the ones especially cut from the same cloth that would be like “my child is autistic but ~I~ am the inspiration for waking up in the morning” like no, your kid is the inspiration for dealing with you.
And if anyone is wondering, this is basically the Midwest Stereotype for....LGBT, interracial dating, etc rejection imo. Seemingly ok with it, but NO WAIT HANG ON, NOT MY CHILD. Like, I legit had trans kids explained to me (albeit without terms for it) at a relatively young age by my mother and yet. “X exists but not in our good christian neighborhood” attitude. Ugh.
So where was I? Hmm, yes, funny Joshua stories. Ok I have like ONE story. One of my friends that was in the know finally got me to play Trails in the Sky. Now, this sucker has a chunk of text lead-in with a ~mysterious~ boy that young Estelle’s father has brought home, and the whole discussion skips his name, ending on “my name is....”. Then it time-skips to present day, finally casually dropping this dude’s name, which, obviously, is Joshua.
My friend did not tell me this.
No warning, nada. Only Estelle had really come up in conversation.
And then we collectively dragged another friend into the abyss with us, except he wasn’t in the know. We also had him streaming his playing sessions when our schedules coincided, which led to--because of a shitty accuracy stat--him yelling (as we did) “JOSHUA!” frequently in combat.
I debated on just responding “Yes?” randomly one day in the most casual closet-exit possible. Then procrastinated by deciding to just be out with it at the end of the first game since he’d also played twewy.
Some of you have probably started to eye my avatars with judgement in your hearts. That’s fair.
Anyway, we had forgotten about another character that practically had his name, so at least I had someone to share my weird feelings with.
And then, he started the second game, and I didn’t hold back on responding “yes?” every time “Joshua” was used as an interjection.
Also because of that one post about biblical names, I will respond to any use of “Jesus”.
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HP and the Birthday Weekend: HBP Reaction
So I’ve been doing reactions for Freeform’s HP marathon. Freeform is skipping OotP, so here’s HBP (stupid Freeform). If you don’t want spoilers, don’t read.
Poor Harry. He looks so sad while his picture’s being taken. Poor kid needs a break.
I’ve always found it weird that the Death Eaters can fly without brooms. In the books, only Voldy and Snape can do it. Here it seems like they just add it for flashy effects.
Lol Dumbles is like “Forget the pretty girl and take my arm.”
Slughorn is so damn Extra. He fucking destroyed the place so that it looks like he’s already attacked. What a drama queen.
“I do love knitting patterns” Dumbledore is the embodiment of gay stereotypes and I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
YASSS the twins’ joke shop!
“How much is this?” “Five galleons” “How much for me?” “Five galleons” “I’m your brother” “Ten galleons” I LOVE THESE TWo
When Fenrir Greyback almost saw the trio spying on the Malfoys in Borgin&Burkes, I got literal CHILLS
GINNY’S SO CUTE WITH HER PYGMY PUFF
Honestly,  I don’t understand why Romione (especially Ron) don’t think Malfoy is a death eater. After all the animosity between them and Malfoy, I think they’d be a little suspicious Malfoy.
DRACO STOP BEING A BITCH
Lo Flitwick is being petty af 
Luna’s great. “No but I’ve done several toes. How different can they be, really?”
Hermione gets mad at Ron for eating while  Harry’s missing, but honestly I would be too. It’d be more like stress eating, but still.
Draco looks so depressed my poor bby
Minnie ain’t got time for that slacking off shit lmao. Also, I feel so bad for Ron. People always sideline him for Harry
OMGS SEAMUS IS StILL BLOWING UP SHIT
Okay, but the potions lesson scene is the one time where Hermione’s hair is as frizzy as should be. Smh
Ugh, NO DUMBLES. Harmione is NOT a thing. It’s all about Hinny and Romione.
I really wish they’d shown more of Voldy’s memories. They were really important plot points.
Whose decision was it to make Draco consistently have a green apple? Not that it’s bad but I’d just like to know which department instigated the Drapple fandom.
“SHUT IT” The one part where Movie Ginny acted like she was SUPPOSED TO
Why you little snitch Ron. Harry’s relationship with his book is very intimate and personal (Jk I love Ron.)
Ron jfc. Ginny can snog whoever she wants to
“What if she saw you here snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave?” Hermione you sly mofo.
Aww look at Hermione wrapping her arms around her boys
Katie NUUUUUU
“Why is it when something happens, it is always you three?”  Because they’re protagonists and shit must always hit the fan around them
“How grand it must be to be the chosen one” Would you like some fries with that salt, Sev?
“She’s got nice skin” YES SKIN THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO KISS
“Hermione’s got nice skin” Lol they’re both WHIPPED
Belby devouring his desert like a caveman is my aesthetic and mood whenever ice cream is in the vicinity
Good job Harry just abruptly stand up and making A HUNDRED TIMES MORE AWKWARD
Ron why are you acting all condescending?! She low-key asked you to the dinner party!
Have I mentioned how much I LOVE Luna’s lion hat?
YAS GINNY YOU FLY THAT BROOM LIKE A BAMF
Damn the Weasleys are on fire today
“You didn’t put it in. Ron only thought you did” Yes because Harry is slick af and also Slytherdor af.
“I think this room’s taken” Yes now gtfo. Also, I hate how Lavender was black but they made her white when she had any huge significance to the story
“But I am the chosen one” *slap* Come on Hermione let the boy have some confidence. Hitting him is a bit abusive
LOL when Cormac threw up on Snape’s shoes I was like, “Boi you’re fucked.”
Wow Lavender is so extra. She has good writing on foggy windows skills, tho. Mine usually turn out really ugly
I wish she’d (Ginny) fed him a canary cake and then he turned into a canary. And ugh Ron is such a cockblock.
Ugh they fucked up all of the ships in this movie? All of the Hinny scenes were awkward as hell and Ronks wasn’t even canon during that burrow scene.
Speaking of the Burrow scene, I think it’s cool, but they could’ve taken it out to include scenes like Voldy’s other memories, Hinny scenes that aren’t bullshit, tc.
Also, Ginny wouldn’t have just been STANDING there letting Harry defend her. She’d’ve hexed those Death Eaters into next week!
“Excuse me while I go and vomit” I’d wanna vomit too Mione
Oh gods here comes the scene where Harry is so unbelievably not smooth about asking Slughorn for the memory. Prepare for a massive cringe attavk.
“Is that what you told Tom Riddle, sir?” WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN IDIOT HARRY???? LIKE FUCK
“The map’s wrong” THE MAP NEVER LIES HERMIONE
“They [the cauldron cakes] were lying on your bed. I thought I’d try one.” Oh Ron your love for food is gonna be the death of you.
Rupert’s acting like he’s wasted is spot on. OMGS when he hugs Slughorn, tho!!!
Gods Slughorn is such an incompetent teacher. DON’T JUST STAND THERE DO SOMETHING GOSH DAMMIT
“And for the record, I’ve always found him interesting” We know Mione we know.
Ugh wonderful the Sectumsempra scene is close. Harry does so many things that give me second-hand embarrassment in this movie.
What I don’t get is how Lav is at a different table when she’s in Gryffindor. They could’ve had her sit at the Gryffindor table for the trio’s in sync judging stare
OH NO THE SCENE’S COMING
NO HARRY DON’T DO IT YOU BLOODY IDIOT
UGHHHHHHHHHHH
“Did you and Ginny do it then?” “What?” “Hide the book?” *wiggles eyebrows* They did more than that
Ugh why did he drink the whole damn bottle of liquid luck? He was supposed to save it for Ginny and the trio!
On the other hand, Harry being high and cocky af is the best thing!
“How on earth did you get out of the castle?” “Through the front door”
“Harry!” “Sir!”
Aww Hagrid bby don’t cry #ProtectHagrid2k17
Wow Slughorn and Hagrid are so fucking drunk.
Hey at least they included the fish story! That was super cute and feels destroying. Damn this scene tugs at my heart strings. 
WHY WOULD A FORBIDDEN SUBJECT BE FOR HYPOTHETICAL USE???? (I mean unless you’re writing a book, but that doesn’t apply here) I love Slughorn and think he’s an interesting character, but fuck he’s so dense
YES THEY ACTUALLY EXPLAINED THAT THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT ISN’T ON THE MAP. They should’ve included it on the DVD! This would’ve made Ron’s line about Mione saying that in DHpt2 make so much more sense. Ugh this movie has so many plot holes it physically hurts
“Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don’t want to do this anymore?” For once I agree with Snape. Dumbles is a manipulative asshole.
Okay, so in the books when Sumbles and Harry get to the cliff they swim across the sea or ocean or whatever to get to the cave. And I guess they skipped that part, but still had it happen? So how tf did they swim across it here? The water is way too strong? Apparition maybe?
THAT BOAT LOOKS HEAVY. Why make Harry pull it out all by himself?! You’re a wizard, Dumbledick! Use magic!
Dumbledore yelling that it’s his fault breaks my heart now that I know the context. Like, yeah, he’s an asshole, but poor guy. It’s so tragic.
“Don’t worry, sir. We’re almost there.”  “I’m not worried, Harry. I’m with you.” Oh the fucking irony.
The added choir scene is so haunting
NO DRACO DON’T DO IT DON’T LET THEM IN
The way Snape walked in gave me GOOSEBUMPS. And “Severus...please.” UGH MY HEART
Nooooo! Hagrid’s cabin! What about Fang?!
So Harry just walked in Dumbledore’s office and ARE THOSE LEMON DROPS ON DUMBLEDORE’S DESK??? FTW!
Ugh I hate how Ron’s in the background for most of the last scene. He’s a part of the trio too!
Aww Fawkes don’t make me cry! Great now I’m emotional.
So overall HBP is my least favorite movie adaption because of how sloppy it is. But damn that ending scene got to me.
I’ve had loads of fun doing these. I guess I’ll both DH movies tomorrow and then OotP on Monday. Later!
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zoesrhees · 7 years
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somehow i ended up w six characters again :// i’d love some more plots so under the read more you can learn about zoe, true, ruby, bruno, marisol & rocio come plot w me!! i’m gonna try & work on replies before passing out so if u like this post i will come to u tomorrow!
zoe [arden cho fc] 20, kappa gamma vp, cheerleader, virgo, poli-sci & pre-law major;
flighty and forgetful af sticks her foot in her mouth bunches
ally mcbeal & elle woods are her heroes wants to be just like them; at the very least somewhat like them
is a little ridiculous and over the top sometimes, stupidly dramatic in the most nonsensical of ways, will probably drag herself on the floor and weep if she hasn’t eaten in three hours just a huge idiot that makes a fuss out of the littlest of things
grew up in san antonio, tx and her and her fam moved to pennsylvannia right before she started high school
zoe’s dad is in sports medicine he used to be a trainer for the san antonio spurs & now works for the 76ers so she’s huge into sports especially basketball
she wears short skirts she’s cheer captain & she’s also on the bleachers!!!
no really she really likes short skirts???
very very self conscious and has a lot of self doubt doesn’t think she can be successful worries and stresses over everything wants to make her parents proud
lowkey a hoe but like in the sense that she’s a HUGE hopeless romantic and just hopes that one day she’ll have her hollywood style romance
can be selfish, stubborn and extremely shallow at times
the sort of person that will get roasted and then think of a comeback hours later
will literally RUN AWAY in an uncomfortable situation like g2g :///
just a big giant walking awkward meme honestly
true [ ricky whittle fc] 25, epsilon kappa tau, pres, taurus, pre-med major;
took some time off after high school before coming to college to travel and explore
lived most of the time with his aunt in paris and worked in a little deli could have probably lived and gone to school there
met the love of his life there, had all sorts of adventures and this was probably the most lighthearted and content and blissful he was
stayed in paris and got into a pretty bad accident that really destroyed his left leg, walks with a cane now, hooked on pain pills, some of it is psychosomatic
grumpy old man 999% of the time though he’s gotten a lot better he still makes a lot of deprecating jokes about being a cripple etc etc etc
v fashioned after dr. house tbh
completely out of touch with technology had a flip phone until about six months ago and now all he knows how to do is swipe to unlock
has probably asked siri a bunch of stupid questions
family man through and through though there are some very big shoes to fill in his fam
doesn’t get a lot of the things “the kids” are into honestly
ruby [marie avgeropoulos fc] 20, kappa gamma kappa, gymnastics co-cap, cancer, marine biology major
the definition of that old expression sweet summer child
gentle, sweet, honest, caring, humble
super into gymnastics, could hve made the australian olympic team at some point
super worrisome, self-blaming, self-deprecating, would literally give anyone the shirt off her back, too trusting for her own good
hasn’t had the best experiences though she tries to push that away barely talks about it with anyone but her older brother because he’s seen some horrors himself
loves to snorkel and dive would one hundred percent live off the grid if she could
huGe science dork but admittedly not the best student in the world
obsesses over everything that could go wrong, cries a lot, has a vehement need to be liked and validated
loves openly and fiercely and perhaps a little too easily
kindest little soul v pure
marisol [cierra ramirez fc] 20, omega alpha chi, scorpio, photojournalism major, newspaper & some other stuff i put her in
miami raised, marisol is LOUD as hell, loves good music, good food and having a good time
mexican & columbian aka mexilumbian aka the best of both worlds v v proud of her heritage
EXTRA ™
semi internet famous she has a good following on instagram and twitter and is honestly known for her posts feat other people where she boasts and heart eyes over them
a huge believer in boosting other people’s confidence will go out of her way to compliment another girl just because even if its something as small as i like your top
bi visibility advocate 
she is maya’s half sister maya was adopted out and marisol literally STALKED her on facebook until she found out what university she was going to and lo and behold here she is!!!
she just doesn’t know how to TELL maya she’s her sister so she’s gonna pretend to admire her from a far
bruno [jarod joseph fc] 21, psi delta, pisces, graphic design major
raised between aus & ny he was born in sydney and was taken in by the fairchild fam after his parents died because they were close friends
looks like he could kill you and is actually a cinnamon roll. meme
really really sensitive, wears his heart on his sleeve an open book
always smiling
very passionate about mashed potatoes!!!
friend to all, bruno is super chill and really nice, really supportive, honestly all he wants to do is get high and eat food 
likes graffiti pretty good at it
idenitifies a lot with troy barnes from community
probably has the most adorable and dorkiest laugh ever
video game NERD
family is REALLY important to him and he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place over the forgiveness of his oldest adoptive brother for leaving
bby  has abandoment issues
misses his parents
rocio [diane guerrero] 21, tau alpha zeta, fine arts major, a bunch of clubs and shit i haven’t decided
her parents were basically travelling hippies who worked with a circus and literally went all over the world
she’s lived in all sorts of places most notably, puerto rico, australia and berlin
was going to be a tight rope walker but she changed her mind
changes her mind A LOt very very fleeting and ephemeral interests
but she’s developed a ton of hobbies and talents because of it
good singer, good tap dancer, can juggle, make ballon animals just a general jack of all trades
very chill, very laid back, really silly 
sells homemade jewelry for extra money
and flower crowns
don’t forget about the flower crowns
never sleeps, currently denying rumors that she’s a vampire
she’s a pacifist, doesn’t fight, doesn’t argue, doesn’t get involved in business that isn’t hers 
jokes about being born out of time a lot and thinks she’s should have lived during the summer of love
her name means dewdrops
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dudeandduchess · 4 years
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“when were you going to tell me?” For The flame boi plz
Ooh, hello, bby. Hope you like it! :D
I know this is like my second Cheating Kyōjurō fic in two days, but there’s just something so outlandish yet so spicy about him cheating. I do not condone cheating irl; so please stay faithful, bbys!  You just know he won’t do it in the canon-verse, but yeah
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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: “When were you going to tell me?” (SFW Scenario):
Warnings: Angst, More Angst, So Much Angst
“Kyōjurō? I think it’s time that we talked...”
The Flame Hashira’s heart began to race in his chest, as he entered the immaculately clean living room of his and his wife’s home.
Everything was in its usual place, which was why his gaze immediately gravitated towards the stack of neatly packed trunks and personal items, which were tucked against one corner of the room.
“Are we going somewhere?” Kyōjurō asked in his usual jovial tone, but it was evident in his eyes that he knew what was transpiring between him and (Y/n).
They weren’t going somewhere; she was. Just her.
And, if he were to be completely honest, that felt like a backhanded slap to his face.
However, (Y/n) didn’t answer him. Instead, she merely sat down at the table, then gestured to the empty space across from her. “Sit down.”
Her actions were making the Hashira nervous, as she acted so calm and indifferent; while he was a right mess inside. He had known that getting involved with someone else when he had a wife was wrong, but he loved the thrill of it— the secrecy it entailed.
That, and he had figured that he’d lost his love for his wife long ago. Because his heart didn’t pound like it used to when they were recently married, and his soul didn’t make him want to scream at the top of his lungs with how happy he was.
The spark between them was gone, so he had moved on to another.
As if to prolong his discomfort, (Y/n) quietly set about to making tea. Her motions were exact and unfaltering, as Kyōjurō stewed in his own emotions of guilt.
And once his cup was done, she set it down in front of him with so much grace and poise that it made him sweat. She seemed so unfazed that it was scaring him.
What he didn’t know was that (Y/n) was only calm because she had already cried out all the tears she needed to shed. The sole emotion that was burning inside her was hatred; hatred towards her husband, and hatred towards the hussy who had accepted him.
She wanted to rage and destroy their home just to spite him, but she knew that she would achieve nothing in doing so.
(Y/n) knew that to get even with him, she needed to hit him where it hurt the most.
And to hit him where it mattered, she had to give him something he’d always wanted, and take it away from his hands completely. Not only for her peace of mind, but to also avoid raising her unborn child with a father who might also lose interest in them.
Just like how Kyōjurō had lost interest in her.
“When were you going to tell me?” (Y/n) asked softly, before taking a sip of her own tea. It was perfect, much unlike the situation she was in.
Kyōjurō feigned innocence, which grated even more on her nerves. “Tell you what?”
“That you were having an affair. What else?”
That brought pause to the Hashira’s breaths. His eyes widened a fraction of an inch, as his mouth opened and closed— as if he was a fish out of water. But, no matter how hard he tried to search his brain for an answer, nothing came to him.
“Speechless? I was too, when I first found out.” (Y/n) spat vehemently. She couldn’t help it, her anger was leaking into her words, just as tears of frustration pricked her eyes. “Did you have fun? Was she that good in bed? Tell me, Kyōjurō. Answer me!”
She screamed the last part at him, and even brought her right hand down on the table between them— which knocked their tea cups aside, causing the tea to spill all over the wooden surface.
For all her bravado, (Y/n) couldn’t help but break down into another crying fit. She tried to stop herself from doing so— so as not to seem weak in front of her husband— but her tears had poured forth and kept falling from her eyes at a rapid pace.
It seemed to her that she wasn’t done crying over the man in front of her. She wasn’t done shedding tears over all the hurt and pain he’d dealt to her heart.
“(Y/n), I’m sorry...” Kyōjurō managed to whisper through his own feelings of guilt. “It just... happened.”
“It doesn’t just ‘happen’! I’m not an idiot!” The young woman shouted, as she slapped the Hashira’s hand away from her own. “You should have just told me that you didn’t want me anymore. Maybe then... maybe then it wouldn’t hurt this much.”
Silence reigned between the couple, until (Y/n) continued, “Because despite all of the things you’ve done... I still love you.”
That did it for Kyōjurō. It was the proverbial nail to the coffin that he needed to make him realize just what exactly he was losing. He had traded his perfect life for temporary bliss, and he was a damn idiot for doing so.
And he realized it then and there that, while he thought that he’d lost his love for (Y/n), it appeared that he never did. Because if he didn’t, then his heart wouldn’t feel like it was being torn out of his chest.
He wouldn’t even be fighting the urge to break down in tears, if he didn’t love her at all.
It was only when he was on the verge of losing everything that he knew... his heart didn’t race like it used to, and his soul didn’t make him want to scream like before because, somewhere along the way, they had found solace in (Y/n)’s love.
She calmed the raging emotions inside him, and that was one thing he wasn’t used to feeling. Yet, he’d wasted all of that in one fell swoop.
“(Y/n)... please, I love you.”
“No! You don’t get to do this! I-” Her voice was frantic as she scrambled up to her feet and headed towards her things in the corner. She didn’t even know how she was going to get all of her things out of there, but she knew she had to do it soon— before she gave in and took him back.
Lo and behold, she wasn’t wrong. Because she immediately felt her husband’s arms wrap tightly around her from behind. “Please, please, (Y/n). I can change. Don’t leave me. We can be the way we were. Just please...”
“No. All this time...” She choked on a sob, but pushed to continue. “I stayed because I knew that it was what was best for you. But now I’m going to do what’s best for me... and the baby.”
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inmywiring · 3 years
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@sebastianshaw​ said: "Must we do this now? I've got nine kaiseki courses in me already and I was hoping for three more."
inbox request/ ty <3
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"Mister, big head over there was bragging about poisoning your dishes, but if you're cool with getting loopy and signing away your fortune to AIM, I'm frosty." Shrugging, she picked up her glass and started flagging a waiter. "Probably should send a text saying my ride is getting me home late, right? That's a thing people do in healthy relationships?"
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