#Yes I'm still giddy about it one year later. I did the thing. I did the thing and then the thing was proven to be a good thing. Eeeeeee

[dbphantom]

Me when I'm at the old parking garage by the abandoned mall taking selfies on film

#I literally can't draw the biohazard symbol to save my life but anyway imagine that's there instead of the black circles of void #Caleb might not show it 100% but he is easily embarrassed #In case you're wondering what Cord's hybrid outfit is it's a cartoony thief getup to match his magic #That is to say his magic is cartoon physics (in the protection sense) #WHICH HE DID IN FACT HAVE BEFORE G5 DROPPED. JUST TO MAKE IT KNOWN. #Yes I'm still giddy about it one year later. I did the thing. I did the thing and then the thing was proven to be a good thing. Eeeeeee #Anyway. Caleb's magic is being able to enter and exit screens like they're portals #And also control connected electronics while he's doing it #Caleb is the reason you do not want an internet of things. #But in veneer-verse everything is suuuuper over tech-ified and so he is like. One of the most op characters lol #Shhhh #Listen. He's my favorite let me have this one #But yeah I think the main point is to be like. Look at all this cool stuff. Look how helpful it could be. Now look at how corrupted it is #By this megacorporation playing god. Let's kill and eat the ceo!!!! #Oh I didn't explain the thief part of cords outfit. He stole a LOT of stuff from that megacorp while he worked there #In prep of screwing them over. Hence the cartoony thief outfit. He even stole two prototypes of his own stuff. #Because like. *he's* the one who built the wings and the first portal device #But because he was working under crestfall when he made them they're legally not his. So he stole them by taking them back #''stole'' ... you know. #Veneer #Caleb Oroitz #Cord Motus #Btw if you're wondering why specifically physical selfies... Because in universe every photo taken on a recently made device is uploaded to #A mega cloud owned by crestfall where every photo/video/document is stored. So the gang all take physical photos and share them around :) #No information given to crestfall (and therefore the government) about them vibing in the abandoned industrial district #Because they don't need to know they're there. And they ESPECIALLY don't need to know where Caleb ran off to. #Or that Cord is actually alive. #Jerric helped Cord fake his death and got him a job as a physics professor... It's a whole thing. #Caleb was essentially being held hostage by them 4 20 years (nice) until Bing and Chase broke him out to help their friend Sarah DiAngelo #Anyway it's almost 5am and I REALLY should be sleeping good night sorry for the oc posting it will happen again

[desperate-gay]

mearps, "i can't believe after 3 years together this is the first time i'm ever learning this", kitchen at home

Family Recipe

Mary Earps x fem!reader

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’” Mary’s booming voice startles you, making you jump and almost drop the sharp knife you’re using to slice the food. “I scared ya didn’t I?” The taller girl chuckles, placing her hands on your hips and a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, yes you did.” You huff in fake annoyance while playfully giving her a scolding look.

“Awe you’re so adorable all pouty.” Mary moves in a baby voice as one of her big hands reaches up and squeezes your cheeks. You quickly smack her hand away and mumble something under your breath as you turn your body back to the food.

“How was training?” The goalkeeper sighs, leaning against the counter while watching you do your thing.

“Exhausting, annoying, smelly, and any other adjectives I have missed. Besides that what are you stirring up over there, love?” Your girlfriend quirks an eyebrow and attempts to look over your shoulder only for her sight to still be blocked.

“I am starting to make my uncle’s signature pasta sauce so we can have some tonight.” You say, smiling at her giddy state when she starts clapping her hands in excitement.

At every family function your uncle brings his homemade pasta along with his sauce. Mary is always the first to get a plate and the first to get seconds. Nobody in the family knows the recipe besides your uncle, you, and your mom which makes Mary very jealous when you won’t share it with her.

The taller girl reappears behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hugging you along with placing random kisses either on your shoulders, head, or cheek. You smile at her clingy behavior, enjoying being close to her after not seeing each other for most of the week.

“Y’know what?” You ask, turning around to face her.

“What?”

“Do you want to help me cook?” Mary looks even more confused considering she doesn’t know anything about how the dish is made.

“I can’t help because I don’t know how.” Your girlfriend huffs while crossing her arms, annoyed that you’re basically rubbing it in her face.

“I think it’s time I can teach you.” You let out a big squeal when the goalkeeper’s arms lift you up into the air and spin you around in glee. “Okay okay, calm down there, cowboy. I gotta be conscious to do so.” You tease which the other girl doesn’t notice from being too caught up putting on an apron she jokingly got for you one day.

“Chef Mary reporting for duty.” She stands tall while fake saluting, making you giggle at her determination and silly nature.

“Alright you goof, you can start by cutting those tomatoes over there.” You point over to the free area with the knife.

“I can’t believe after 3 years together, this is the first time I’m ever learning this.” The taller girl speaks with a certain eagerness and reaches for the veggie and fruit bowl.

“Mary, those are apples.”

A little while later all the ingredients are already in the pot and formed into the signature sauce. You scoop up a little with the wooden spoon and hold her hand under it in case anything spills while blowing to cool it off.

“Time for the final test. Try and see if it’s good.” You hold up the spoon, gesturing for her to open her mouth. Once she does, you angle it up into her mouth in an attempt to make it all in but some drips down the corner of your lips.

“God, that’s so delicious I’ll never get over it.” She groans at the taste immediately wanting more.

“You got a little something right there.” You smile while wiping the remains of the dressing off her chin. While trying to gather it off her face, you don’t notice the loving expression she has while staring down at you. “There you go, my love.” You say, sucking it off your thumb before you swiftly get pulled in for a time-stopping kiss.

The kiss is so unbelievably tender and sweet that you almost faint. You can tell how much love is being poured into it just by the feeling of her lips and her hand cradling your face. Once air becomes a problem, you pull away reluctantly while staring at each other in awe.

“Wow.” You whisper, placing your hands over hers that still rest on your face.

“I love ya. I love ya so so so much.” She finalizes her statement with another big kiss on your lips. In your head, you know that this is forever. No one besides family can know the secret recipes and now she’s your family.

#mary earps x reader #mary earps #woso x reader #woso fic #woso imagine #woso

[so-mordor-itis]

Eye on You

“give peace a chance, let the fear you have fall away, i’ve got my eye on you. say yes to heaven, say yes to me.

if you go, I’ll stay.. you come back, I’ll be right here. like a barge at sea, in the storm I stay clear, cause I’ve got my mind on you”

I told you I'd write a drabble but uhhhhh this ain't no drabble- @unhealthy-leon-brainrot

1998.

Leon loved differently back then. He loved in a way a 21 year old man freshly graduated from college could. He was giddy whenever the person in his interest would smile at him, would give him any time of day. His hands would become clammy, and his heart would race as if he were still a teenager. Sometimes, he truly felt like one at heart. That his soul was trapped in that time period, and it wouldn't ever leave.

It's why when he met you for the first time, and when you smiled at him as if nothing could go wrong, his face burned, and his heart almost burst right then and there. You were a brilliant flame, and he felt like a small candle stick awaiting to be lit.

He asked you out in a sputter of words, hating himself immediately after listening to them tumble. Leon didn't want his nervousness to show. He had been practicing for weeks in front of bathroom mirrors and sometimes in the Officer's Academy shower, hoping nobody overheard him. He wanted it to be perfect because that's what you deserved.

You giggled, and somehow, his heart both fluttered and sank. Your eyes glittered with an emotion that made him slightly hopeful. "You want to take me out on a date?"

"Yeah," he replied, all too quickly. "If you'd like to that is--only if you'd like to." He wished he could stop himself from talking, but he couldn't.

You smiled at him, and dammit there went the last of his coherent thoughts. "You know what? Sure. I don't have anything interesting going on." You laughed again, looking away shyly. "I can't say no when you're looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Leon asked, though he fully knew what you were talking about.

"Like I'm the only thing on your mind," you responded. You were fidgeting with your shirt, and Leon wanted nothing more than to grab your hands and hold them.

You weren't incorrect, either. You were on his mind a frightening amount. This affection for you was a buzz in the back of his mind, a throb in his chest.

You still said yes.

"So it's a date?"

"Yes, it's a date."

He swore he grinned from ear to ear, and he saw you return it.

--

The day he was supposed to pick you up, he never did. You were more worried than disappointed. Leon didn't seem like the type of guy you ask you out, gazing at you as if you created the sky and the stars, and then drop you like a hat. Despite the bitter part of you wanting to think he ditched you, the rational part knew better.

He called you hours later, apologetic and broken. "I'm so sorry. Something... something came up."

"Forget the date," you quickly muttered, surprised at how swift the words left your mouth. "Are you okay?"

He was silent for a bit. "Not really."

"Where are you? I'm coming to you."

"No, wait," Leon called your name almost in a plea. "I don't want you to drag yourself into this."

You weren't backing down without a little bit of a fight. "Leon, please."

He paused before stating he was in a hospital outside of Raccoon City.

--

Leon knew he loved you after that. He never admitted to himself until he was sure, but he couldn't prevent that innocent crush from growing into something more powerful.

You became a firework, blazing in his lonely, starless sky. You had always been.

2004.

He liked to believe he still loved the same. Wanted to love the same as he did all those years ago. His heart pounding and his palms becoming clammy, blue eyes full of innocent love.

He knew he didn't.

Leon was reserved now, awkward with his affection, hesitant with his touches yet still craved it. He hated that you had to watch him develop--no, perhaps devolve was the better word here--this trauma response. This training, this work, it all collapsed on top of him, and sometimes he felt as if it would eventually crush him.

Yet, some part of you still saw his old self. That stupid, lovesick boy who craved your attention the way a puppy would a scrap of food. You still gave him love, still kissed his scars, still told him sweet nothings when he broke down crying because the pressure was too much.

He once asked you if you were okay with all of this still, okay with him. You gave him your usual smile, the one that made him weak and touched that lovesick boy deep down. "You're stuck with me, Leon. I gave myself to you the day you asked me out. I'm staying. No matter what happens, I'm here."

He kissed you hard that day. Harder than he ever had. Placing a promise against your lips that he would always come back to you. No matter what.

--

You often wondered what he would do without you. If he would crash and burn the moment you turned around, if the night terrors would claw at his throat and suffocate him.

It was hard, watching him suffer mentally when all you could do was give him words of affirmation. Reassure him that the nightmares weren't real and that you were truly there with him and not bloodied up and dead.

Those moments made the good ones feel like precious gifts. Not just for you, but also for him. You carried them in your heart and held on to those when the bad days would storm over his head.

You remembered one of those good days so clearly, so vividly it never failed to make you smile. One day, while looking over some files, Leon had fallen asleep. His glasses--the ones he usually only used whenever he was reading important work files--were scrunched against his face, pushing up against the bridge of his nose. You remembered walking into his office, snickering a little at the sight. You sighed, shaking your head. "What am I going to do with you?"

You approached him quietly, as if the smallest movement would ruin his peaceful slumber. You grabbed the rims of his glasses carefully, pulling them off his face so he'd be more comfortable. As you did, you caught a feel of his soft locks and couldn't help but lightly smooth between your fingers. You took note of his facial features; his cheekbones were more rigid, and the shadows of his eyes were sunken in. His hair was even a bit darker, looking dirtier blond than it had when you first met. Still handsome, that would never change.

The urge to kiss his forehead had you twitching, but you didn’t want to disturb him. Especially since he had probably been staring at documented words for who knows how long.

You moved to quietly nudge yourself away before his sleepy voice mumbled. "Gonna go so soon?"

You blinked, looking down to see his eyes were now open. Still hazy from his rest. You practically beamed at him. "Didn't wanna wake you."

Leon sat up, stretching a little before putting his glasses back on. "Guess I must've passed out. These reports practically put me to sleep. I can't believe this is part of what they pay me for."

You attempted to catch a glimpse of whatever was on the document, but he placed them flat on the table when he caught you.

Leon snickered. "Classified. Sorry, baby."

You pouted a little. "Can't I help my boyfriend out a little?"

He stood up and stretched more, popping his back. "Not if it means you getting in trouble by seeing the reports. I'd also get in trouble, and we definitely wouldn't want that."

"Man, and here I thought I'd be able to see the famous missions Leon Kennedy goes on," you teased.

Leon just rolled his eyes as if you two had had this discussion before. You have. You just like to see him smile. Distract him as much as you could.

"Become an agent, then we'll talk." He took off his glasses and put them back on his desk. He placed his gaze upon you, and you could feel the adoration in his eyes. He still looked at you as if you had created the sky, the moon, the stars. As if you were his sun and he orbited around you and only you. You would never get over it.

Leon mimicked the action you were doing earlier and parted your hair from your cheeks so he could kiss your forehead.

His work phone rang loud, interrupting the moment. Leon sighed and kissed you quickly against the lips before the obligation to his duty forced him to go answer it.

"Kennedy. Yes, sir."

You observed his body language as he discussed with his superior. His shoulders went rigid, his eyes focused as if he were already on the field. He was prepared for whatever they were about to tell him because he had to be.

He hung up after a minute of giving affirming hums and a variety of yeses. Leon plopped his phone on the documentations and gave you an apologetic look.

"Don't worry about it." You shook your head. You knew what he was about to say. He didn't even need to tell you anything out loud. His eyes told the whole story.

"I really don't deserve you," he mumbled. "Makes me wonder how you do it."

"Because I love you." You said simply. "I'm here to stay, remember?"

--

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[heeseung-min]

Hii can I request for the backstory of the riki fic 12:14 😦😦

🤠🤠your wish is my command, before that if you want to understand better you guys can read this first [12:14]

[22:06]

9th December 2013, it was the first time Riki fell in love at the first sight. He was still 13 years old yet he was very sure that you, the one he saw on that day are his true love.

He told about it to his family but everyone keep laughing and said it was just a mere crush and teenagers around his age act like that. But, Riki didn't care about that. His mind only full of you.

"You must be Jungwon's friend. Come inside. He will be back in few minutes."

Riki didn't know what to do. He was astonished looking at you standing in front of him.

"You....don't want to come in?"

You awkwardly asked the short boy since he's been standing for few minutes and still not saying anything.

"Ah- yes yes I'm sorry." Riki blinked his eyes aggresively trying to focus back before entering the house. He sat on the couch and then looked at the show you were watching. He smiled at the sight of familiar cartoon. Crayon Shin Chan.

"Do you want anything?"

"No- it's okay."

"Well, I'll be in my room if you need me."

That's the first time Riki knew what love means.

14th February 2017, Riki planned something. He was smiling widely at the bouquet he bought. It has your favourite flowers. How did he know? He might "accidentally" came to your room while you were out.

He looked at his surrounding and it full of couples having fun with each other. He hoped he can feel like them too.

"You are so sweet buying these flowers. I'm sure your girlfriend must really love it."

His cheeks flushing red at the words. Will you accept him as a boyfriend?

"Um, we are not dating yet. But, I'm planning to confess today."

"Awhh, I'm sure you will get her young man."

"You think so?"

"Of course!!!"

The owner words somehow boosted Riki's confidence. With giddy feelings, he walked to your house and asked you to come out.

"Oh, Riki! What are you doing here? It's night already."

You asked him. Riki became taller as years go by. He was shorter than you but now you were the one that was shorter than him.

"Noona, I've been liking and loving you since the first time we met. I was thinking about confessing to you these years but now I finally have courage to do it. Noona, will you be my girlfriend?"

He expected you will be shocked by the sudden confession but he didn't expected you will reject him.

"Riki...umm you are really good boy. But, to me you are just like my brother. I'm sorry if my acts towards you lead you to something else. Plus, you are still young. I'm sure your feeling just like a mere crush. It will go away later. Again, I'm really sorry."

Instead of saying anything, Riki walked away leaving you outside the house. The bouquet he bought already thrown into a garbage bin. Riki only saw red at that time. He went to the flower shop and looking for the owner. It was close already but he eventually got inside and saw the owner was cleaning the store.

"Uh, young man? You should not be in here."

The woman was a bit worried. Riki rolled his eyes and attacked her by choking her neck.

"You said she will accept me. But, WHY INSTEAD SHE APOLOGIZED AND REJECTED ME?!!! YOU SAID SHE WILL LIKE THE FLOWERS!!!"

"Let- let me...I'm sorry."

"Huh, sorry? Yeah, you should be sorry. You ruined my life so you should face the consequence."

Riki took a scissor near him and stabbed the woman on her eyes and her body many times until she died.

Somehow, he didn't feel guilty doing that at all. Instead, he felt good that he is able to let out his anger.

Since that day, Riki is not smiley like he used to be anymore. He even cut his friendship with everyone include Jungwon. Most important thing, he started to stalk you every single day.

He even installed a camera inside your room just to watch every movement you do. Sometimes, when there is no one at the home, he will break in and stole some of your items. He loves to see you getting frustrated looking for it.

One day, when Riki was enjoying his time alone on the school rooftop? Jungwon came and stood beside him. He glared at Jungwon who looked scared to say anything.

"What do you want?"

"I've heard about your confession towards noona and I'm sorry that you got rejected. But, Riki you don't need to unfriend me too. We can still be friends."

"Shut up. You don't know anything."

"I know you are still hoping for my sister. But, she has a boyfriend and is planning to move in with him. You need to let it go."

Riki clenched his fists tightly. Is your boyfriend became the cause you rejected him? And you even planned to run away from him?

He turned to face Jungwon who was waiting for a response. He looked on Jungwon's back that near with the end of the roof.

"You are right. I should move on."

"Yes! We are still young anyway. Let's focus on something else than these things."

Jungwon said with big smile on his face. He was happy to finally get to talk with Riki. He missed his friend so much.

Sadly, Jungwon didn't realized he was already at the end of the building. He became shocked when Riki suddenly pushed him off the rooftop. The boy landed on the hard ground with pooling out from his head.

"You should just stay away and don't disturb me. You cause this to yourself."

22nd June 2020, Riki started to follow you when you were finally finished your work. Since Jungwon's death three years ago, you moved from the house and sold it to other people. He came to your brother's funeral and felt so happy when you hugged him. He didn't care about the funeral to be honest. He came just to see you.

You moved to a city to find a job and you stayed with your boyfriend, Sangwon. Both of you were working hard to pay the bills. Sangwon is a good guy. A very good guy. He takes care of you and always make sure you will be okay.

And that's what make Riki mad.

He is the one that supposed to do that.

He is the one that need to take care of you.

Not that bastard.

Riki watched as you entered your house. He calmed himself when he saw you were hugging and kissing your boyfriend. He knew you actually love him. He knew that. He will take you back. He will make sure he will get you back in his arms.

"Y/n, go take shower. I'll be cooking and we eat together okay?"

"Thank you, honey."

Sangwon kissed your forehead before let you to shower. He didn't realized at that time the back door was opened when he got into the kitchen. Without thinking too much, he just closed the door and started to cook.

When he wanted to cut vegetables, he noticed the knife is gone. He went to search for it until he heard a voice.

"Looking for this?"

Sangwon turned to that unfamiliar voice. He felt the panic building up inside him looking at the stranger inside the house.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, me? I am Y/n's boyfriend."

"No, I am her boyfriend. Leave our house right now before I called the police."

Riki scoffed while twisting the knife on his hand. Your boyfriend really had an audacity to do that. He moved fastly and stabbed Sangwon's neck before pulled it out and stabbed on his stomach.

"Can you call the police now? I bet nah."

He giggled when blood coming out from Sangwon's mouth when he wanted to say something.

"Awh poor you can't even shout for help. That's what you got when you took away Y/n from me."

Creak!

He turned back and found you standing feets away from him. You were holding your phone and stepped back when Riki started to walk closer.

"Stay away from me!"

"Noona...do you know how much I miss you?"

He wanted to hug you but you started throwing things towards him.

"Get away from me, you freak!"

"Freak??!! FREAK?!! I DID THIS FOR YOU NOONA. FOR US."

"NO! I TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU RIKI YOU SHOULD MOVE ON ALREADY."

"Why can't you understand? Noona, we are perfect for each other. I knew you love me."

"I will not love a murderer. You killed my boyfriend, Riki. You will get caught by police."

"You sure? Cause I did the same thing three years ago."

You became confused at what he said and Riki smirking showing his creepiness.

"To your brother."

You lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Riki started to laugh loudly like he just told you the funniest thing ever.

"I had to remove him, noona. Your brother is disturbance to us."

"POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!"

Riki became confuse at the sudden noise. He turned to you who still in daze and grabbed your phone. The boy cursed when it shows a call between you and the emergency hotline. You must have been did that before he noticed you at the kitchen.

One of the polices shot him when he tried to run away. They quickly ran to hold him down and cuffed him.

"Miss, are you okay?"

You looked at your surrounding and felt better when you heard a siren. You turned to Riki who started to walk from you.

"I will fucking find you, noona. You can't escape from me."

That's the last sentence he said before the polices pushed him into the car.

"You are safe now, Miss."

-----

Man, it was hard to do with my headache🤕🤕 but thankfully i can finish it. Anyways this is flashback to [12:14] so what you read here is the past while the [12:14] is the future when Riki finally escape from jail and looked for y/n. Hope you guys understand.

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[jamesunderwater]

For Prongsfoot:

“ truth is that i'm so damn in love with you i don't know what to do with myself. “

Thank you!! <3

thank youuuu for sending this!!! (also I'm a fckn liar, and when I said 400 words I evidently meant 800. on the dot.)

Prongsfoot: "truth is that i'm so damn in love with you i don't know what to do with myself."

He should have said it. He should have said it in fourth year, when he noticed his groin twitching at the sight of James changing out of his uniform after a quidditch match. He should have said it in fifth year, when they snuck up to the astronomy tower to watch a comet shower, and James rested his hand atop his, distracting him from anything the night sky could have to offer. He should have said it the summer after sixth year, when James held him through his sobs and slept close beside him his first three nights at the Potters’, their feet touching all night long. He should have said it in seventh year, when his hand shook as he slapped James’ shoulder and told him his first date with Evans would be great, then almost threw up as soon as James left.

He had so many chances to say it, but every time the words were held back by an image of James pulling away from him, a look of disgust on his face. 

So of course, in the end, it took the volatile combination of near-death and intoxication for the words to finally break loose. 

The safe house, with its deteriorating walls, one bed, and pathetic assortment of canned foods, at least had the decency to contain a full bottle of whiskey. Finding this much more appealing than food after nearly being blown to bits, they curled up on the bed together, passing the bottle back and forth between them. Silenced at first by the weight of what they’d just escaped, after enough stinging gulps of liquor, their energy slid into light-heartedness, teasing, laughter, all the things that came most easily to them. Even drunk, though, he felt the heat of every touch, his mind giving half its attention to the joke, the other half to the feeling of James’ legs tangled in his. 

It wasn’t the first time they found themselves lying on their sides facing one another, only a few centimeters between them, their limbs in a constant state of movement and fresh touches. He was suddenly so aware, though, that there were no promises of ‘next time’ while in a war. He watched as James laughed loudly at his own joke, and made no attempt to smile and laugh along. Instead, he let himself take in every detail of James Potter mid-laugh from this divinely short distance: exactly how hard he squeezed his eyes shut, where his cheekbones rose to, every movement of his lips as they transitioned from open-mouthed to pressed back together, a smirk still idling in the right corner.

“What?” James asked him, jolly slipping into concern at the serious expression on his friend’s face. 

His stomach flipped, as it so often did, but he noticed a difference this time – a fortitude in his gut alongside the nerves. “You don’t want to know,” he answered, mind buzzing with alcohol and possibility. 

James narrowed his eyes. “Of course I want to know – out with it!”

He hated the way James’ teasing tone made him grin, no matter the circumstance. The way he still felt giddy in these moments of opportunity, all these years later. “It’s a secret,” he said, biting his lip.

He watched James’ eyes travel to his mouth, his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. James lifted an eyebrow. “A secret? Well now I have to know.” When he didn’t answer right away, James stared at him firmly. “Oi, Marauders don’t keep secrets.”

His mouth had gone completely dry. His insides were churning, his temperature surely spiking. “You want to know the truth?” He said the word truth with his mouth, but as his grey eyes met hazel, they translated exactly what truth meant in this moment. James blinked, something like an acceptance of the message he was about to receive. 

“Yes,” James breathed, voice suddenly quiet. The sound of both their hearts pounding filled the air.

He thought this is the bravest thing I’ve ever done, as he stared into the eyes of his best friend and said, “Truth is…I’m –” His throat locked. He swallowed. James didn’t move a muscle. He took a breath and exhaled the rest, “I’m so damn in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself.”

He waited – for James to pull away, to scoff at him, to yell that he was disgusting, that they were brothers. James seemed to wait, too, though he remained completely still as the moments passed. 

“Fucking hell, James, say something,” he groaned, beginning to pull his legs out from their entanglement. 

But James squeezed his thigh muscles, not letting him go. 

“Sirius,” he croaked, eyes wandering his friend’s face, and there was no disgust, there was no hatred, there was not even surprise in his tone. 

There was possibility.

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[acciocriativity]

Worth the pain - Part of the Soulmate series

Pairing: soulmate! Harry Potter x soulmate! reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of insecurities, a lot of physical pain and Cedric's death; Umbridge

WC: 4,3 k

Harry Potter Masterlist

Flower Shower - George Weasley - part of the Soulmate series

There was only a single thing Umbridge couldn't taint with her evil reign, and she did not appreciate that one bit.

Our class was full of students with brand-new soulmate marks, with a few yet to complete 15 years and get theirs. Of course, we couldn't talk about it during class as much as every other topic, but the glow, the giddiness, the small smile on the lucky one's face must have been too much for her. It was getting to much for me.

In the middle of our useless lesson, when everyone was quiet reading or pretending to do so, she suddenly stood up and cleared her throat.

"I see that some of you now have your soulmate mark, so I offer you a generous advice", she said with her forced happy smile.

Silence.

I bet not a single soul here believes she has something useful to say.

"I bet she doesn't even have one", I hear a small whisper behind me.

I straightened my back.

There were venom in those words, like she doesn't deserve a soulmate being the evil witch she truly is.

But then, why don't I have one?

I throw that thought under the others, much sadder ones. It was not place nor time for this.

"Something as useless as a soulmate mark should not get in the way of your studies. Your OWLS are coming, and I won't tolerate a poor performance in this class, is that understood?"

Again, silence.

"Good, you may keep with your reading", she said, and started to walk through our tables.

Right after Umbridge passed by my side, a note slid inside my unrolled parchment, and I knew it was from the girl, who was quietly working by my side.

This was one of the few classes I had with her, as a Ravenclaw. Still, we were on the same year, and we have known each other since the first DADA class.

As soon as we got out, she tapped my shoulder and waited by the corridor, where her other fellow Gryffindor friends were waiting.

"What was in the note?", I asked her.

"An invitation", a known voice spoke behind me.

"What kind of invitation?", I turned to speak to him, Harry Potter.

In all honesty, he wasn't as impressive as people made him to be all those years back. His presence wasn't particularly striking nor intimidating. What he did in those few years, that was quite impressive, yes.

As I looked at him at that moment, I concluded again that there was no way he was lying about Cedric. He carried that pain in his eyes, even when he was smiling, like now.

"The details are in there, but if you don't wish to participate, give it back to me at dinner", Hermione whispered to me.

Trouble.

When it wasn't with this trio? The interesting part however, it was the first time I was ever included, and it was intriguing to say the least.

They were unapproachable together, it was easy to just talk to Hermione or even Ron occasionally, but I've never seen Harry alone.

"Alright, I'm going to consider it", I said with a small smile and left them there.

A secret chamber and a secret reunion. I was curious, and I couldn't lie to myself, it was flattering to be included in their group.

Still, the amount of trouble this simple invitation could cause...

When dinner time came, and I didn't give it back, they knew my answer. So when I went to the 7th floor, Hermione was already waiting for me, alone, in the corridor.

"Sign your name here", she gave me a paper and a feather ready to be used.

We trained in pairs that night, one attacking and the other blocking. Sometimes I wasn't fast enough, still, when I laid in bed hours later, I barely felt my arms, legs and feet, the dull pain was numbing.

Did Umbridge do such a good job that I forgot how to make such simple spells? Am I that out of shape?

It was an odd kind of pain, sometimes it was too much I couldn't stand, other times, I could barely feel it, like it was about to disappear any moment.

It wasn't the first time I felt that way, but it was the first time it was that bad.

I thought it would be better soon, if I could just get a good night of sleep... Of course, I couldn't, for days I couldn't.

Is this some sort of sick prank?

I thought about it in the middle of the night. The answer was a headache. That specific spot on the right side of my temple kept me awake.

It reminded me of my birthday, only a few days ago. I also couldn't sleep that day, too excited to receive my soulmate mark. I didn't even notice the sunrise, wide awake and disappointed, because the only thing I received was a dull pain in my wrist.

The letter my mother sent was still between my books. She was so excited to hear about my soulmate mark and my thoughts of who it could be. I didn't dare to send an answer.

Suddenly the room was too heavy for me, too dark and too cold. I needed to get out of there, and so I did.

I tiptoed to the empty Common Room, and I felt like the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw was judging me from across the room. Yeah, she had it worse, didn't even meet her soulmate and her daughter was murdered, everyone knew that. Her story was what everyone wanted to avoid at all costs, and I was getting too close for comfort.

I eyed the main door for a moment. I already broke so many rules tonight, what was the problem in breaking one more just for today? As I saw Rowena's statue one more time, I made up my mind and quietly got out.

It was stupid to stay still in the corridor, but it was what I did for a bit.

Where could I go? The monitors could catch me anywhere, or the nosy paintings could snitch on me anytime.

I got chills as I walked carefully through the cold corridors. The windows were all open, and I was thankful to live so high up for the first time ever since I arrived at Hogwarts, because then I felt something else than self-pity and pure pain.

They warned me tonight, this room just ever appeared to one who truly needed it, and it wasn't wise to search for it, as it wouldn't be there anymore. It changed locations. Still, I couldn't go back to bed and endure the pain alone again. I couldn't. I needed some comfort for once, was that to much too ask?

As I turned left to reach the stairs, a strange woody door appeared in the wall and I held in a squeal. I looked around, my breath the only thing I could listen to. So I got in and the warmth made some tears appear in the corner of my eyes.

It was perfect inside.

The room wasn't big. There was a lit fireplace in the corner and two big red chairs in a safe distance from it. The rest of the room was heavily decorated with brown bookcases, a comfy cream carpet and many paintings in a gold frame. I looked through each of them. Some were families in a bunch of different places, others were mountains and other pretty landscapes, places I didn't even know existed. It was so perfect, it looked like real photographs.

This time, I didn't feel the need to hold in and cried, free and with no shame of myself. It was good, it felt relieving. I could express myself in there and no one would ever know. I didn't feel weak or less than, so I took my time.

It wasn't just the soulmate thing, it wasn't just the hell we had to deal with because of Umbridge, it wasn't just the potential threat of Voldemort, it wasn't just the loneliness. I was every single reason that I felt it was too little to cry about, and I held in, because that's what good kids do.

There wasn't a clock in there, nor a window. How does time even work in this place? I didn't know. I didn't know how much time I spent on the floor. But I got up. And I grabbed a book. And I read. Because that's the only thing that could distract me from the happy family on the walls.

Then, the door cracked open and my heart stopped.

This is it. I was caught. I'll be punished and then expelled and my pa-

There was nothing, like some sort of wind just opened the door. Then I saw the tip of a shoe. Then hands and then Harry.

I didn't say a thing, and neither did he. He looked at me as shocked as I looked at him.

Harry's the first one to move. He closed the door and cleaned his throat, an awkward chuckle leaving his lips.

"Do you mind if I stay? Also, can you not tell anyone about this?", he said in a low tone and raised that cape higher.

I nodded.

"Take a sit, maybe there was an extra chair for a reason", I whispered.

I regretted saying anything. If he didn't notice my puffy eyes, then he realized that I've been crying at that moment.

But he didn't comment anything on it and took up on the offer. As he walked closer, the room started to change slightly. The mainly red, cream and brown decoration faltered to a light blue on the walls and black wood instead of brown. I noticed some of the paintings also changed too.

"Did you know that this could happen?", I asked, still focused on the new paintings.

"No, I also didn't expect anyone else in here today", he whispered back, and I felt his eyes on me.

It took me a moment to understand. He could only get in if he's intentions matched mines, like the secret reunion. Only if he also needed some comfort and didn't have a place to go. He knew, and I knew we weren't okay.

"I'm sorry there's not a lot of entertainment for you, just books", I said with the page I was in still opened in my lap.

"This is enough, you can... keep reading, I wouldn't interrupt you", he said and gestured for me to keep going.

"Sure?"

He hummed.

I thought it would be so awkward. My first instinct in any situation like this would be just leave or make conversation. Still, I didn't do any of those, hoping to just focus on the book at hand. I also couldn't do that.

It was calming to be in this position, just beside him in silence, appreciating the feeling of comfort, as it wasn't easy to have it these days and for him, it must have been impossible since forever. It was almost comforting to know someone felt the same, even if the reasons were different, and not have to explain it.

I still tried to read, even though my mind was running with completely different thoughts.

"Thank you for inviting me", I took the courage to whisper to him.

My eyes were focused on the book, but I could see him finally move in his seat and look at me.

"It must have been a big risk to ask me, since I'm not really close to any of you", I kept going, since he didn't answer me.

I started to feel a bit nervous and self-conscious of my ridiculous pajamas as his eyes were focused on me.

"You were only one of the few who believed it", he said, and looked over to the fireplace again.

He didn't explain, and it wasn't needed.

"They believed, at least the majority of people I've seen, but they were too scared to admit that to themselves", I let it slip without thinking, and I caught his eyes again.

I've seen how much he suffered with this, and I've been meaning to say that for many months now, but never got the chance.

I saw a small smile on his lips. "Thanks, it's good to hear that I'm not the crazy one for once".

"But being honest, I don't understand how you are not crazy yet, I respect you for not going completely insane at this point", I said, and he chuckled.

I never felt that good in my life. It was the type of laughter that made his eyes so little it almost disappear, and I felt my heart melt at the sight.

He relaxed more after this, and we talked about more happy topics, and we laughed for I don't know how long. Time could stop and circle forever, but that wouldn't be possible.

But we had to leave when he suddenly remembered he had to go back, so he could wake up Ron, or he would be late for class. Not because he had to sleep, or he would be in trouble if he was the one late, no, because he had this habit of waking Ron up every day.

"That's sweet, you are very sweet Harry", I said and he was clearly caught off guard.

He looked down to the cape and maybe was the fire, but I saw a tint of red on his cheeks.

"I can drop you off if you want", he said when he was already by the door, cape on his shoulder.

I couldn't stop staring at his half invisible body. I didn't comment anything before, but it was so intriguing how that was even possible or how he had it in the first place.

"I don't want to bother", I said and smiled.

It's quite crazy how we went from acquaintances that would only nod to each other to friends that would stop to talk. Some hours and a hard situation really brings people together.

"You wouldn't, I promise", he said, and gave one side of the cape to me.

It was nerve racking to walk so slow and quiet to make sure we wouldn't be caught. Or maybe it was the fact he was so close to me all of a sudden. Or the little whispers he would say from time to time close to my ear. Whatever it was, I was glad it ended, because I couldn't take it anymore.

He left me in front of the door, waved and left, as promised. So why the fuck did I get so sad?

I felt heartbroken as I went to my room, like that comfort was ripped away, even though I was fine when we left. I wasn't the type to dwell on negative feelings, still, I couldn't just let it go. It was like a piece of my heart stayed behind with him.

This is because you didn't find your soulmate yet. This is just loneliness. This is going to pass.

It was what I repeated myself to sleep that night.

First thing in the morning, I wake up feeling hands shaking me.

"Oh my, are you okay? You scared me", a voice said beside me, and I struggled to open my eyes.

"Wha-"

"You started to scream out of nowhere", my roommate huffed and took a step back, helping me get up. "I didn't know you had nightmares."

"I don't, I don't eve-"

I stopped myself. The sunlight was intense through the curtains, which meant...

"What time is it?", I got up, and it took me some seconds to realize I didn't feel any pain, like the other times too.

She was already dressed up, I noticed next. The other girls were already out as I took in my surroundings.

The lack of sleep was affecting me more than I thought.

I didn't wait for an answer and ran to get my uniform and straight to the bathroom.

I spent the whole day waiting for the pain to return, and then the next one, and the one after that. It was unsettling. I knew it was bound to happen again at some point. I barely enjoyed the changes in my new-made friendships, since I now became a bit closer to Hermione and Ron too, as we spent more time talking in-between classes.

But besides that, I still had those weird intense emotions to figure it out. For everytime I felt heartbroken when Harry was away from me, I felt complete when he was near.

But why? Why now? Why suddenly?

Like now, he wasn't in the Gryffindor Common Room and I felt scared, lonely and... defeated?

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?", Hermione's voice brought me back to reality.

She held my arm with care and pulled me away to an emptier and quieter part of the Common Room.

"I do not want to be indelicate, but you're the only one I'm yet to ask, and you do n—"

"You can just ask, I won't take offend, Hermione", I whispered, but it was enough to cut her rambling.

She took a deep breath and leaned in.

"Have you had a different experience with your soulmate mark, like, something uncommon or unheard of?", she analyzed my face while speaking.

"Did you?"

I was hopeful, I couldn't deny it.

Maybe it was that I didn't have a soulmate then, maybe it was an error? Errors can happen, right?

"A friend of mine, the soulmate mark didn't appear, but I can't find anything in any book about it", she leaned back and huffed. "You know, everyone has one, even if a soulmate dies before the other, it appears, so it has to be-"

She was talking to herself more than talking to me at this point. It could almost see her brain working overtime.

"So, what happened to your soulmate mark?", she changed the topic so fast it caught me off guard.

"I don't have one, apparently, the only thing I earned after my birthday was pain."

"What do you mean, pain? Like back pain? Haven't you went to see Mrs. Pomfrey? She'd know how to help you", she patted my arm. "Let's go, I want to see you beat Ron on Wizard Chess."

"I'm not that sure anymore, it's going to be a hard game", I said as we walked back to the sofas.

"It's nice to see that my fame speaks for itself, but I wish you the best of luck", Ron said to me as the board was set.

"It's too early to brag, the results may be surprising", I said as I smiled after taking my seat.

I was indeed a hard game since the start. I lost track of my surroundings a good while ago, the only thing in my head was the next 5 moves Ron could possibly be planning.

Then it hit me. The burning pain on my wrist.

I took a deep breath to conceal the screaming I almost let out. I felt tears flooding my eyes.

"Hey, what happened? I know it is a har—"

"Shut it, Ron."

I heard them, but I couldn't move. My back straight and my head low. I clenched my hands, both hands.

"Hey, is this the pain you talked about?", Hermione kneeled in front of me, her hands on my knees. "Come on, help me carry her to the Hospital Wing."

I couldn't focus on what was going on. It was different this time, it was so much more intense, and I was sure it had to be on my skin this time. It wasn't just a ghost pain anymore.

They helped me stand up, and then it was too much. My legs couldn't hold me up and my eyes were too heavy.

I heard them before I could see them.

"... her?", it was Ron's voice.

"We'll wait for you in the Common Room", Hermione said, and I heard their steps walk away.

The door closed.

I opened my eyes and blinked twice, slowly. The curtains were around the bed, and it was too dark to see anything.

Then I heard his steps closer, it had to be him. My heart pick up the pace, it was a common thing these past few days.

I saw the light on the tip of his wand first and his face later. I expected at least a smile, but his expression was so stoic.

"What's wrong?", I whispered, my throat too dry to speak louder. "What happened?"

I tried to find his eyes, but he wasn't looking at me, so I got up with some effort and gave him some space to seat on the bed with me, but he kept standing by the side of the bed.

"Harry, what wa-"

"I'm sorry", he cut me off.

He took my hand and lift my sleeve, I couldn't see it clearly, but there was a fading scar there. Still, that was the last thing on my mind when his hand was touching me so tenderly.

He caressed the fading scar, his touch light on my skin, as if he was scared to hurt me.

"It doesn't hurt."

It was true. I only felt tingles on my wrist, the pain has been washed away somehow, like it always does.

"They said you fainted."

"It's not you-"

"It is, it's my fault", he released my hand and lift his own sleeve.

The letters were hard to read for me at that moment, but it was clear what it was and, specially, who had caused it.

My heart dropped. It was pretty bad, no, it was worse than that. There was a bit of dry blood on some of the letters.

"Still stings too much?", I held his hand without thinking twice, but I didn't dare to touch it.

"Hermione made me have a healing potion this time", I heard a smile while he spoke, but I didn't look it up to him.

"Have you heard of a connection like this before?", I held his hand tighter.

I wouldn't dare to call a soulmate mark or something like that yet, nonetheless, if it was one, what a fucking cruel soulmate mark to have.

"Hermione found some information about it, but we didn't think it was the case, because you never made me feel pain", he said, and his hands were loose around mine, but he didn't try to let go yet.

"I know what are you thinking, Harry. It's not your fault that's our soulmate mark and I don't blame you"

He said nothing.

I knew it wasn't enough for him to change his mind and he would keep blaming himself the rest of the night at best. But not on my watch.

I held him in my arms. My head against his chest and arms around his waist. He stood still for a while, his breathing uneven, until he was hugging me back.

It wasn't the ideal position, but it was perfect at the moment, and we stayed like that for a good while.

I thought the Room of Requirement was comforting, and it was because it reminded me of him, without me even realizing that. I felt like I arrived at a home I've never known. He fit right, like he was supposed to be in this position, with me, right now.

The door suddenly cracked open. The light revealing Mrs. Pomfrey. He moved away from me and I caught a glimpse of red on his cheeks.

"Potter, go to your Common Room", she said, and her firm voice echoed through the empty walls.

"Meet me later at the Gryffindor Common Room, please?", he whispered, his eyes were shining and I could never say no.

I nodded, and he left, fast enough to not get scolded even more.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, may I ask a question?", I asked as she came to evaluate me.

"What is it, child?"

"What do you know about felling pain as a soulmate mark? Someone must have been through it before."

"Someone did, a student. It was painful for her, a Quidditch player was her soulmate, poor girl was always here with him, side by side", she looked over at some beds to the right, as if she could envision them there.

I took a deep breath.

So I have the chosen one, the trouble magnet one and the Quidditch player as my soulmate, all at once.

"But that's a common misconception", she said, and that caught my attention again. "Can you turn your wrist?", she kept going with the little evaluation, and I only nodded. "She didn't feel only pain, but every single emotion her soulmate also felt after finding him."

"Every emotion? But I've never..."

"You are alright, go to your room and rest for the rest of the night", she cut me off, and I left as soon as possible.

I couldn't possibly feel everything, could I? So how do I now if it's my emotion or his?

I started to get anxious as I got closer and closer to the Gryffindor Common Room.

So that's me or him? Why would he be anxious to see me?

As soon as I got to the corridor, I felt a big rush of excitement, anxiety and... worry? But I wasn't worried, no. I just wanted to go up there and hug Harry until he barely could breathe.

So that's it? That's how it feels?

I remember how sometimes my emotions got out of hand these past few days. I was so worried, so confused, which I was, but maybe, we both were.

Does he know how much I care about him then?

As I was about to give the new passcode to the Fat Lady, the door opened and a second later, two arms held me in a big hug.

"I couldn't wait", he whispered, and I got goosebumps.

"Do you feel my love for you?", I whispered back, my face hidden on his shoulder.

He's silent for a moment, and I'm not sure if he even heard it.

"It's the best feeling in the world", his arms held me tighter, and I could feel some tears dropping on my clothes.

"Every single time in pain was worth it because now I get to hold you, don't blame yourself, never, understand? ", I said, and pecked his left cheek.

I didn't comment on my wet shirt, nor on his teary eyes after he released me. The only thing that mattered for me that night and for the rest of them, was to remind Harry Potter he was worthy.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

Hi. So something happened in my life and I need a bit of advice. I hope you don't mind. Also it's a long story so if you don't wanna know, it's cool.

I had a crush on my best friend for like 2 years. I never confessed last year coz she was in a relationship with my other "friend"(who was a toxic bitch and a really shitty friend to me. We dont talk anymore and thr friendship is no more there). They broke up and I didn't say anything about my feelings because I knew she wasn't over her ex. Then this year starts. We were friends before but this year we jumped to the best friend train and became really close. At one point, last year, I had tried to confess, but when I was going to do it, she told me of the crush she had developed on one of our classmates. So I had buried my feelings six feet under. This year, we had become closer, and idk the relationship kind of shifted. We flirted once. I kept dropping hints this year. But she is a sort of person who doesn't really express their real emotions and what is going on in their head. Then my other best friend confronted me about my feelings for my crush (at this point I don't wanna confuse you so let's call her S.) She tried to convince me to confess to S but i didn't do it because one I was scared two I didn't wanna get rejected. Also, S dropped news on us that she was gonna leave the school next year and go to another school. Now, that was another clusterfuck of a problem and another reason why I decided to not tell her. Because we only ever met at school. Texted, yes but outside of school we didn't meet. Now, our exams are next week. So we got a study leave from beginning of February as this exam is pretty important. So obviously we didn't meet. We didn't text each other for a week or so but then I texted her about something and the ice broke. Then on we kept texting everyday about small mundane things.

Yesterday,i forwarded her a reel and then we got talking and idk somehow we started flirting,and the entire convo was toeing the line between flirting and light sexting. She jokingly said that it was now proved she could flirt well and me being the idiot I am, asked her did you just flirt with me to prove you could flirt well? Kinda sounded accusatory but she answered she flirted with me because she liked it (incoherent screaming)

And then she asked me if I liked her more than a friend. And i just freaked out because it was kind of known to my friends that i liked her so i just idk blanked out what to say. I regained my senses and asked her if I answered the question, what would happen? What would she do? She said if I didn't like her then it's fine and everything would go on as before. If I liked her, then well, there was a chance of her reciprocating. Anyways, to cut things short now, she also had a crush on me. It was a case of they fell first, other fell later (yes I know it's fell harder but I don't really know that.) So we confessed and we talked for a long time about what we liked in each other, when did we like each other and all. It was very nice. I mean, I was called hot and said to have a cool and hot personality by my crush, I was in heaven.

Even though I'm giddy af and very very elated, there is still the fact that she's moving school. And I don't wanna do online dating. Firstly, because I'm not into it and second there is a risk of us being outed. I told her as such and even she had similar thoughts.

Now I'm confused. What should we do? I like her a lot and want to be in a relationship but its not possible (i know you're thinking she could just decide to not change schools but that also can't happen. It could happen if we were in any other grade but for the next grade, we need to take admission in our school again. It's a thing in India for God knows what reason. And the deadline for taking admission in our school has passed and she didn't take admission so it's not possible) Being in the same school would be the easiest and safest way to be in a relationship. I don't know how to move forward now. I mean we talked today as well about our feelings and other stuff, but how long can we do it? I'm just so confused. I can't just ghost her neither can we not talk about us liking each other. she's already heartbroken at all this. I'm so fucking angry and sad at this situation.

So, this was the story. I know i kind of bombarded you with my personal life but i can't talk to anyone about this. Also, you're very wise, so i would appreciate some advice. Also, life is so fucking unfair. When I said I wanted my life to be like a fanfiction, I meant a fluffy fanfic. Not an angsty one. Serves me right for loving angst. Idk if you managed to reach till here, but if you did, thank you for listening. Even if you don't have any great advice or whatever, I would like a reaction. Because even with the clusterfuck, this is still a happy moment in my life and I'm ecstatic too. I just wanted to share my thoughts with someone.

Again,apologies for the long ask

Hello, love. Thank you for trusting me with this 🧡

Some thoughts about this under the cut:

First off, congrats on finally finding out that your crush likes you back! That's awesome news!

It's totally understandable to feel a bit overwhelmed with everything going on, especially considering the whole school change situation. That's a tough spot to be in.

I’m not sure if the new school is far away. But sometimes it doesn’t matter because I reckon at your age you don’t always have the luxury of meeting up with friends  any time you want (in terms independence/finance etc as adults do) 

It sounds like you both have some real feelings for each other, which is fantastic! But it's also totally okay to feel uncertain about what to do next. It’s so good to know that you are already having honest conversations about what this means for the two of you. That’s a good place to start tbh. Communication is key, as cliche as it sounds.

To be very honest with you, I would never recommend someone, especially a young person, to make decisions about education/work based on your dating life. So, try not to put too much pressure on your friend about changing schools (Even if it is not possible, let’s not get guilt involved here) because the whole this or that is not a decision she should have to make.

If I were in your situation, I would try not to lose hope just yet. I know things would  be so much easier and more fun if you went to the same school, but that doesn’t things are going to be awful now. They’re just going to be different. Online dating (with some meetings every now and then when possible) is not all that bad or difficult - not with all the cools things you can do with technology now - including have movie dates etc. 

But first, I want you to think about whether this is something you want to do. You said you don’t want long distance, so think about how certain you are of that. If you think this is a hard limit, then you need to communicate that to your friend. Maybe the two of you pick this up once you are done with school. It could happen - if you want it to. 

But if you feel like you want to give it a try, I would totally recommend you to do that. This is still a very new relationship and you are still getting to know each other (romantically) so try to not to immediately decide whether this is going to work or not. 

I think most people get stuck with “oh but this isn’t going to work out” and give up before it begins. I personally don’t believe in that. It’s not always easy to find someone you like who likes you back - someone who is a friend too. So, I wouldn’t worry too much about whether it will work or how it will work out. I’ll just give it a shot, enjoy it while lasts, and take it from there. 

It is really that simple - at least from my perspective. 

In summary, try not to put too much pressure on yourselves to have all the answers right away. Sometimes, things have a way of working themselves out in unexpected ways.

Hope you both get through the exams! Sending love! 💖

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[camaro-and-smokes]

Surprise - Harringrove oneshot

Warnings: So much syrupy fluff that even I feel nauseous. Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield Tags: FLUFF, just fluff, did I say fluff?, boys kissing Words: 1504

Summary: Steve has a surprise of a lifetime for Billy

Author notes: I don't know where the hell this came from last night. I don't usually even like reading plain fluff, even less writing it. And of all, for these two. Sorrynotsorry though.

Steve knocked on the trailer door. Max opened it and rolled her eyes.

"Why did you sent him here for the night? He's been in the bathroom the last half an hour. I don't know where you're taking him, but it seems to be a big deal."

Steve smiled. If Max only knew. "I had to make some arrangements and I didn't want him to know about them, I'm sorry. I know how he gets when he's excited. But if you're not in a hurry, please let him finish. It's easier for me later."

”Well, you're welcome,” Max huffed.

Fifteen minutes later Billy finally opened the bathroom door. He was still a bit conscious about Steve around Max and Susan, even after all these years, and tried to take his giddiness down a notch, still trying to act out the manly man thing. Steve however could see that he was bursting from his seams. His very own, gorgeous firecracker.

"Hi, babe. Ready to go?" Steve asked smiling.

Billy nodded excitedly.

"I'll drive," Steve said when they stepped out.

Billy frowned. "You didn't come here on the beemer?"

"Nope. Taxi. Now, give me the keys."

Billy looked at Steve, then at the keys in his hand, then the Camaro and then back at Steve. "Do you remember how to drive it?" he asked concerned, not willing to let his precious Camaro be given into the hands of anyone else just like that.

Billy had taught Steve how to drive his beloved muscle car with its odd gears and giving extra gas and all, but it was usually easier if Billy drove no matter the car they were using because he tended to drive from the passenger seat quite a bit.

Steve was adamant. This was the one time he wouldn't give in to Billy. "Yes, I do. You don't know where we're going. Keys?"

"So, where are we going?" Billy asked when they sat in and Steve started the car.

"You'll see, babe," Steve said.

Billy rubbed his hands on his thighs in anticipation when Steve took the car out from the park and on the road.

"Hey aren't we going to the centre?" Billy asked when Steve turned the car towards city limits.

"Nope. Now stop that," Steve said and put his hand on Billy's on his thigh. "You're not making my driving any easier if you keep that up," he laughed.

"Why won't you tell me then what this is about?" Billy groaned and leaned his head on the headrest.

Steve wasn't going to give any hint to Billy of what they were about to do, so he just smiled. "You'll see," he repeated.

The day was bright and the sun was shining. Billy took his sunglasses from the glove box and put them on. Then he checked himself in the mirror, looking in from different angles, making sure the curl of hair dropped on his forehead just so, pursing his lips.

Steve glanced at Billy doing his thing and couldn't help feeling like his chest was bursting. He loved Billy, and all that came with it. He wouldn't have it any other way. He knew that Billy would love what he had found. He couldn't get them there soon enough.

A few miles before the city limit Steve slowed down and turned on a side road.

"Wow. I haven't been here since...well, I think since we started dating," Billy said.

"I know," Steve replied. "You told me."

After taking two more turns, Steve stopped the car on the side of the street. "You have to close your eyes now, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them."

Billy groaned. "C'mon! You're killing me here!"

Steve laughed. "We're almost there! It won't be a surprise if you see it too soon. I want to surprise you. Could you give me that, oh my dearest?" Steve asked, took Billy's hand and kissed his knuckles. "You look lovely, by the way," he continued, making Billy smile and look down bashfully. ”And I love it when you wear mascara.”

”Yeah?”

Steve kissed the palm of Billy's hand. "Yes. Now, please, close those pretty eyes of yours."

Billy sighed closing his eyes, and Steve drove on.

Finally Steve parked and turned the Camaro off.

"Keep them closed just a moment longer! I'll open the door for you," Steve said and got up.

He opened Billy's door and helped him out.

He hugged Billy from behind and leaned his head on his shoulder. "Open your eyes, babe."

Billy opened his eyes. In front of him opened a small front yard and a small yellow, two story house.

"It needs some work, painting and such, but nothing that needs doing immediately. Babe, it could be ours. If you want to."

Billy turned to look at Steve, eyes wide. "They're willing to sell it? To us?"

It hadn't been easy to try to find a seller who would sell a house to a couple like them. It was just the world worked, maybe it would change some day. But Steve had finally found one through his dad's network.

Steve nodded. "It's ours, babe, if you just want it."

Billy pulled Steve into a kiss right there, out in the open, not caring at all if anyone saw them. "I love you," he whispered when he let go.

"Come, I'll show you inside," Steve said grinning and took Billy's hand.

Steve opened the door and let Billy walk in. A small living room was on the right, and a dining nook with a kitchen in the back, leaving a small toilet and stairs to the second floor in between. As Billy walked to the kitchen, and saw the back yard in full autumn colours, he could feel a lump gathering in his throat. He tried to swallow it away, desperately.

"Come, let's go upstairs,” Steve said taking Billy's hand again and lead him to the stairs.

There was a small bathroom, and two rooms.

”I was thinking that this bigger one would be our bedroom. Look, these two windows open over the forest. You'll see the stars and the moon in the evening and the bright blue sky in the morning, if you put the bed here," Steve said trying to draw the place for a bed in the air in front of the windows.

"Steve, you don't have to sell this to me,” Billy sighed, happily.

”Wait!” Steve said and walked out of the room. He was so excited that he hadn't registered Billy's words. ”Look, here's the smaller room. I was thinking, that it could be yours.”

”Mine?”

”You know, a wardrobe kind of thing. Your clothes, your make-up table, your dumbbells... We could have that full heigh mirror for you that you kept glancing yourself in every time we passed it when we went to get those small drawers from the furniture shop, remember? Or whatever you want to keep here. Car parts for the Camaro. Except a bed, that I won't allow,” Steve said grinning. ”It would be just yours. I can't offer much but I was thinking this would make up for the rest of the...”

Steve didn't have a chance to end his sentence, when Billy pushed him against the wall. ”Steve, you don't have to sell this to me any more. I love it,” he said and kissed Steve.

Then he pulled back, and a concerned expression spread on his face. "But can we afford this? I want to pay my part of it, you know that."

When Steve saw the worry on Billy's face he hugged him. "Yes, we do. The savings we have, and I agreed with mom...”

Billy clenched his jaw and pulled away again. ”We talked about this! I don't want your parents involved in any way!”

”Billy, calm down. The money is from the savings accounts my parents had set up for me when I was born. I was supposed to get the money when I turned 25. They agreed to close the accounts and I'll get the money now instead. With our savings it's enough for the down payment. The money is mine.”

Billy pursed his lips. ”Is that a promise?”

”Yes. Absolutely. Though, even though the monthly payment is not too high, it wouldn't be fancy living. But it would be ours. Really ours and not a rental.”

”Ok then,” Billy said quietly. Then he looked around again and couldn't help a smile creeping back on his face.

Then Steve took Billy's hand, and he kneeled on one knee. ”So, would you marry me Billy Hargrove?”

Billy looked at Steve and his face went blank. Then he frowned. ”What are you saying? We can't...”

”I know I can't really marry you, and I so much would like to, but I thought a joint mortgage would be the closest thing. Would it?” Steve asked with a goofy grin.

”So, this would be ours? As in both of our names as owners? For sure?”

”Yes, of course!”

Billy felt his cheeks hurting, he had been smiling so much over the last however long they had been in the house. ”Then, yes, I'll marry you, Steve Harrington.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove redemption #stranger things fanfiction #fluff #stranger things au #billy x steve #steve x billy #joe keery #dacre montgomery #stranger things #Finney13 writes #Suometar writes

[avelera]

Hi, saw that you posted ch 7 of Giving Sanctuary and figuratively sprinted to ao3 to read. I love how soft everything is and between Hob and Dream. And! I'm noticing that Dream is slipping more about himself, lol. He literally says "waking world" or the redundancy in sleeping to enter his own realm. Which. Hob doesn't seem to really pick up on??? Ah well, he had other things - or a singular being - to focus on.

And Lucienne mention! Love Dream's description of her _strong_ urging for a "centuries overdue holiday" for him. Would love to be the fly on the wall for that exchange between them. Lucienne must have been so surprised then thrilled for workaholic Dream-my-purpose-is-my-function-and-I-can't-change-this to ask her if he could take more time in the waking world! To. Visit. A. FRIEND. A FRIEND. Also would love to be a fly on the wall for the ensuing gossip between the Dream folk (or at least between Lucienne and Jessamy) about Dream’s Friend and how Dream is willingly taking time off his work to spend time with this Friend (for more than once a century meet-ups).

And that moment when Hob changed in front of Dream and Dream.exe stopped functioning while Hob is going on as usual. Dream had no idea what Hob was talking about, huh? I laughed. I’m still laughing. I will continue to laugh.

Anyways, reading this chapter made me feel very giddy. Thank you for writing it!

Aaah, thank you so much! Apologies for not replying sooner, I wanted to wait a day to not spoil the story quite as much!

As for Hob picking up on stuff like "the waking world" - Understand I'm actually very excitedly "yes, and..!" ing you when I say, if you knew nothing about Endless lore... how the fuck would you interpret shit like that?? Like, Hob has already accepted that Dream is some sort of weird wizard or sorcerer of some kind, someone with a realm, someone whose name is "Dream" and his sister is "Death" and he's got a weird house and has lived for thousands of years. He know Dream isn't one of the Four Horsemen.

Unlike Hob from pretty much any other era, he is very much not pushing for more right now because Dream has done so much for him already, he's content to let it lie in pretty much every situation except not having a name to call Dream and being scared shitless that he, Hob, might accidentally usher in Armageddon as some sort of proxy for humanity being asked by one of the Four Horsemen if he wishes to live every century. Anything less than that? He's not gonna pry.

I only say this cuz I promise, I really did think about it! But the Endless and the Sandman universe borrows from mythology but it also gets just about everything just a liiiittle bit off when it comes to the mythological Morpheus or Oneiros, and Hob isn't as well read in the 1600s as he might be later. I genuinely wracked my brain for if he'd have any context to even start guessing Greek gods, much less get on the trail of who and what Dream is. Even the idea of a god of dreams would be pretty foreign. He might guess a Faerie creature, except Dream said he's not in Faerie.

So all of the weird shit Dream is saying is certainly weird, Hob is building up context clues to try to build a picture of who or what Dream is, but he's nowhere near guessing "the god of dreams" or figuring out what an Endless is. He could theoretically put together the name "Dream" and "my realm" and "I don't sleep" but that would again, require interrogating Dream to fill in missing pieces, which 1689 Hob is just not going to do. Sorry this essay got away from me but I was very excited at the prospect of talking about why this fic hasn't been heavier on Hob figuring out who Dream is on his own (unlike say, CLWM Hob who has more leverage because he's doing Dream a favor in return and he has an inquisitive mind and a lot less feeling of being beholden to Dream).

I admit, your comment about those conversations kinda makes me want to give a flash of what Dream's side of that chapter was like XD - Suffice to say, poor guy is going through a wild time right now emotionally, lol. And Lucienne is OVERJOYED that maybe Dream will have some help on his mental health before the whole Dreaming, where she unfortunately lives, collapses. If she ever met Hob she would surely shake his hand lol.

Anyway, I'm so glad you're enjoying, thank you for this lovely comment!

#giving sanctuary #giving sanctuary spoilers #giving sanctuary bts #1689 fic #fic reactions

[derireo-galge]

The Right Choice | 1k | yoonmin✍🏼

Where Jimin and Yoongi are getting a little cozy in the car on the way to pre-recording.

established relationship | kissing

Yoongi and Jimin got inside the car in a balance of all too well known rush of giddiness and leveled calmness.

They headed out even earlier than they should. Just in case, Yoongi said.

Jimin went along - he, uncharacteristically, was ready even before his hyung. Most of the time though, be it their work or personal things, his beloved was more organized and thought every little thing through.

Husband material, Jimin's mind supplied instantly and his heart sang with joy.

The car was just driving past the gates of their complex when Yoongi stretched forward and leaned to speak to their driver. Some moments later the vehicle took a subtle turn. Jimin was so excited by the prospect of getting back to their familiar schedules, their so much loved rush of comeback, it took him a couple of minutes to realize that they weren't driving past the streets they should.

- Hyung, - his voice cracked suddenly, - What's happening?

He moved really close to the producer and was now clutching his forearm with both hands.

- Where are we going, hyung, this isn't the way to go?

Yoongi put his other hand over Jimin's fingers and rubbed them reassuringly. He did it so fast the dancer didn't get to register it.

- Scared, baby? - His voice was spilling out of him like honey, - Don't be, it was me who asked the driver to take the longer route, - Yoongi explained, smiling softly.

He leaned again and pressed the button to raise the partition between them and the front seats. Now it was just them two.

There was so much of mature confidence in his words, his gestures and the way he spoke, Jimin couldn't help but find it really attractive.

With every year the love of his life seems to better like a fine wine.

He adored him in past, present and future.

Yes, a thirty year old Yoongi was something else entirely.

The dancer took his bucket hat off, fluffing his dark hair and leaned in to land a peck on the elder's cheek.

Giving his thoughts not longer than a couple of seconds more he carefully threw his leg over the other's lap in such confined space and sat on soft thighs eagerly. Yoongi raised his eyebrows at that but his eyes were smiling.

- Hyung - he whined cutely, - I thought we were being kidnapped for a minute!

His husband only chuckled and said:

- I wouldn't let it happen. "To you".

It was left unsaid but between the two of them there were so many things that didn't have to be spoken aloud.

So many things he wanted to scream about but there was no need, as long as they were one. Yoongi's large hands lightly squeezed the younger’s shoulders, travelled along the still tense muscles on his back and enveloped his dainty waist.

Jimin sighed in content. Yoongi held him closer and started rubbing his shoulders and back, doing a gods' job with his strong skilled fingers.

- Mm, - the younger was lost in the blissful sensation, - Hyung, go out with me?

The other stopped for a moment before continuing his ministrations.

He only huffed almost breathlessly but when Jimin opened his eyes to cast a glance on his face his cheeks were of a pretty pink hue.

- Why, so suddenly! Waah, so easy Park Jiminie, I only have to rub you in some places.

That earned him a playful swat on his shoulder.

- Not so fast, Min PD. I only asked you out.

Jimin moved close to his hyung’s earrings and whispered:

- Want to take you out on a date, ddung-ah.

He felt Yoongi shiver.

The elder shifted in his seat and they moved so close, almost molded together to perfection.

- Want to treat you to a delicious meal in some posh place I'm sure you'll love, - he continued, - Want to sip expensive whiskey and have you in front of me, all dressed up in brands, shining like diamonds never could.

He felt more than heard Yoongi's breath stutter.

The strong hands were now roaming freely on every part of the body they could reach.

- Want to talk to you about anything, want to listen to you quietly or just sit in silence admiring you, hyung.

Jimins arms were around the elder's neck, holding him close, nose and chin rubbing at sensitive spots and lips lightly touching his temple.

- Let's do that, - Yoongi's voice sounded strained.

He turned his head and found the warm plump lips that were invitingly half open for him

They shared some soft open mouthed kisses first, then they turned into more thorough ones, with tentative licks of the tongues.

Yoongi's hands went to grab Jimin's full behind and squeezed the globes, appreciatively humming into the kiss.

- A-ah, hyung, not so hard, - the dancer giggled.

- But it is, - There came a straightforward movement of his hyung’s hips. - Wish we had more time, Minnie. But there's...

- I understand, hyung, - he was planting gentle kisses along Yoongi's jawline before he stopped and sighed, - This is nice too.

- Yeah?

- Love it, hyung, - Jimin looked in his eyes full of fire, - Love you.

- Love you too, - came a response without any hesitation.

They cuddled for a bit more before the car turned back onto the familiar route.

Before the arrival, Yoongi squeezed the smaller hand, almost enveloping it fully.

- Can't wait for that date, darling. I'll be expecting it with passion.

And he gave the dancer his precious gummy smile.

He looked dazzling and simmering with happiness. Yoongi was proving time and time again that he was it for Jimin.

The only way was to fall deeper and deeper for him, his right person.

Just before they had to get out and proceed with their schedule Jimin thought yet again, he's made the right choice.

~end

#ai-ee au #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin #yoonmin #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au

[renjibozo]

episode 8 has finally dropped (1/3)

its time !!!! ill be referencing this post quite a lot since it's my prediction post

(part 2 for things that weren't mentioned here) (part 3 for more things that weren't mentioned)

everything under the cut for spoiler avoiders!

THE TIME HAS COME. and i'm extremely giddy despite sobbing my eyes out for today's episode

let's debunk or confirm the things that i said/predicted when the trailer dropped

kazuki and miri are preparing but i'm still not sure if they're preparing for rei's birthday because putting kazurei's conversation aside, it should be related to the episode still like the previous trailer for episode 7

since miri's zoo trip is over and the rainy season was shown in episode 7, and kazurei talked about the summer weather, i can only guess that it really is gonna be a rei birthday thing because no way is it miri's birthday bc hers is in november, and her acquisition was in christmas eve

rei bday might be somewhere between june to september

i will cry if i get this correct

I WAS CORRECT. I CALLED IT!!!! the episode is set in the summer, august (specific date is august 10th)

you can hear extremely loud cicadas, and this ties in pretty well with kazurei's conversation about summer during the trailer!

not only that, today (in the anime) is rei's birthday and that IS what miri and kazuki are preparing for

now we have all of their birthdays........... wow

the suwa manor i assume??

yes it's the suwa manor. we could see similar architecture on the outside compared to episode 3's flashback scene

a little bit of benefit of the doubt for those windows because it has been some time since episode 3's flashback to current timeline

this implies that despite kyutaro once looking at rei saying he knows the consequences of betraying the organization the most, he is in contact with his boss (father)

unfortunately, despite that line, he didn't betray the organization. he also wasn't in contact with his boss the entire time he was gone

did he have an escape attempt once? is this episode going to elaborate on that? this seems more of a rei backstory episode after kazuki's backstory episode

the episode does end up elaborating! though he never had an escape attempt. his boss was fully aware of him leaving the manor for elsewhere and made an oath to return

if kazuki's wife died five years ago and rei left the suwa manor (and by extension, the organization) three years ago, that means there's a two year gap between them meeting... curious as to what happened during then

im willing to bet kazuki's the one who did her hairstyle because i feel like rei would just accidentally tug on her hair every few seconds but i might be proven wrong or they never show us

THEY DIDNT SHOW !!! but it's definitely kazuki because rei's outside of the house, small win

favorite child and unfavorite child face off? they have similar facial structures and hair strand placement the color contrasts is screeching into my face as well

absolutely nothing like that !!!! a little sad to report that,

this man wasn't rei's sibling, but rather, rei's mentor who taught him how to use weaponry for assassination

now why is this man here

he's here as rei's uber driver and someone who shares things without being asked for it /LH

he also asked for kaji's last words but we'll get into that a bit later or maybe in a part 2

i really do wonder what sort of conversation they're having in the midst of a gunfight inside a ship maybe the organization found out about miri and them taking in miri?

they were talking about rei leaving the organization, a little bit of their history, complete with a debate between someone who follows the organization's rules to the letter and someone who strayed from the path for something they wanted to protect

this definitely resonates with rei because

he never tells ogino the last words he saw kaji mouthing while he fell to his death despite knowing what they are

he also found two someones to protect (i'll never forget this scene where his voice sounded really panicked)

NOW WHAT IS THIS !!!! HELLO !!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT HAPPENED LITTLE CRINGEMAN he's showing too much emotion so i'm convinced that there was a threat made to miri and kazuki by favorite poster suwa child

WE FINALLY GET CONFIRMATION! this face was due to this scene right here

he seemed startled at how accepting his mentor was at dying when his wife? girlfriend? fiance? died

it didn't even look like he wanted to drop the guy off the balcony on purpose because why would he run over to try and catch him somehow

and for the last part of the prediction post that i want to tackle,

hopefully rei does get back home safe and sound even if he gets a wound or two, manifesting!!

he does come back home! thankfully.

he only has one wound on his arm that he hopefully did take care of when he finished eating some of the birthday food laid out on the table for him

now onto things that weren't tackled on my prediction post, but in a part 2 to have some form of organization :DD

#i love this episode so much #time to make a part 2 immediately #buddy daddies spoilers #buddy daddies

[lovemesomesurveys]

When’s the last time you ate bread? I'm about to eat a sandwich.

What’s the last movie you watched on your own? I watched Mrs. Doubtfire earlier and now Freaky Friday is on.

What about the last movie you watched with another person? My mom and I watched some of Avengers: Endgame last night before bed.

How many coats do you own? I have a few. I kinda feel ready to go through my clothes again and try to get rid of some more.

What about shoes? I have 6 pairs of shoes.

One word to describe your most recent ex? Funny.

Where, in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? I'm honestly not sure. I know I don't want to stay here forever. I'd love to move in the very near future, but that probably won't happen.

Do you like snow? Yes.

Do you like sheer clothing? No.

Have you ever seen anyone famous in the street? When I first saw the Jonas Brothers early on I did actually see Joe and Kevin behind the building near their tour bus. I acted like the awkward weirdo I am and waved at them like a giddy idiot, ha. I was too nervous to actually go over there, though. Trust me, I kicked myself forever after that for not going up to meet them and getting a picture. It was the perfect opportunity.

Are you hungry right now? I am, so I'm gonna take a break from this and eat my sandwich.

Are you regularly tired? Yes. In fact, after I ate my sandwich I ended up taking like a 3 hour "nap." So, this is now being done much later, ha.

What was the last thing to upset you? I've been been extra irritable and sensitive again lately, which is something that I actually felt my depression med I started taking last year was helping with. I was also prescribed Rexulti in additon to what I'm taking, but I haven't taken it as consistently for different reasons and I'm wondering if that has something to do with it. I'm also on an anti-anxiety med, which had been helping with that as well so I don't know. And I already know I won't be able to get an increase in the dosage for any of those. Sigh.

How’s the weather been today? I didn't go out at all, but according to the weather app it was like 93 F today. Not fall weather at all that's for sure.

What was the first tattoo you got or what would be the first tattoo you’ll get? I don't have any, but since I was a teenager I've wanted to get 'free bird'.

What was the last store you went into and did you buy anything? It's this store called Daiso, which is kinda like a Japanese Dollar Store or a little more. It's got a lot of cute stuff. I always get a little carried away whenever I go in there.

Have you ever been late for school or work? Yeah. I hate being late so it wasn't a common occurrence. I used to be really anal about that.

Do you prefer to shower in the morning or at night? Always at night.

What is your favourite kind of fruit cobbler? Not a fruit cobbler kind of person.

Is there a basement in your house? If so, what is it used for? No.

Have you driven a car today? I don't drive.

Do you have a small, medium or large bedroom? It's too small. I've definitely outgrown it. Or maybe I have too much stuff but no it's just small okay shhh

Where was your first job and how old were you? I haven't had a job, yet.

Have you eaten soup this week? No. That doesn't sound appealing still it still feels very much like summer and I hate it.

Are you a fan of The Office? I just couldn't get into it.

When was the last time you started a new medication? A couple months ago.

What is your favourite type of nut? I very rarely eat nuts, it's been quite awhile since I've had any like I don't even remember. But anyway, that being said I do like a few like peanuts, cashews, pistachios, and season (not plain) almonds.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? Yeah.

Have you put your phone on silent today? No. The only time I do that is when I'm at the theater, and admittedly not always then. Not like my phone is blowing up with notifications.

Can you name all 50 US state capital cities? No, but I can name all 50 states in alphabetical order.

Do you read John Green novels? I only read a few.

Have you ever been to Universal Studios? I went once when I was like 7 and don't remember a whole lot to be honest. We also went to Disneyland after that and that I definitely remember.

Can you tie balloons? I can, but it can be hard sometimes.

When was the last time you were at a pet store? It's been a long time.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[ggoneun]

the thing about the show reminding you that youth is fleeting and people may not be in your life forever is very true but at the same time, people /can/ still be in your life after years, decades etc, but you have to work to keep those relationships. i get sometimes life takes people elsewhere but it would've been nice to see older heedo still keep in touch, esp when these people were her first real friends and formed a deep bond with them? like where was yurim? do they even talk? its almost as if they didn't either cause how she didn't have any contact with yijin anymore. i feel out of the group she would've kept contact with yurim and yijin the most. the way they left each other wasn't toxic that you'd want no ties with them in your life. (my ex on the other hand… i can see never talking to them again. i honestly relayed a lot of my feelings on this before but a love like theirs, theres no way they would've never spoke again meanwhile my ex who was toxic af towards me, we were basically the whole "all too well" video, it makes sense for me not to ever speak to him again). but what you said: "or realise that you can't simply revisit a time or place in your life and feel the same as you once did." ah that one hit me hard 🥺

this is my first time rewatching it since the show ended. it feels.. weird cause i was avoiding it for the longest, but now that i'm getting back into the characters and show, it feels almost as i did the first time. giddy that they're just meeting, keep bumping into each other, forming a deeper relationship. also need to yell real quick cause watching THE GYM SCENE AGAIN STILL GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES 🥰 i love that scene so much cause yijin came by cute af giving her milk, heedo in her element and yijin seeing a different more serious side of her. WHEN SHE PUTS ON THE UNIFORM FOR HIM GOD I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH AGAIN. the way he told her he wished he wasn't afraid of failing like she was and maybe that's why he misses her when he feels weak 😭 the way he won against their little match and being cute afterwards, the way he told her she gave him hope and wants more for her… LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT GOD. when he walked her home and they were just standing there for the longest cause they didn't want to leave. her giving him the sword only for her to win her match the next day but he's gone but he painted it and left it there for 'NATIONAL TEAM MEMBER NA HEE DO' (and i cry cause fucking heedo used this for her daughter's ballet shoes -- she totally never moved on, in this essay i will--)

YES YES YES you're so right. I think we all agree the show wrapped up things very poorly. And i hate that because is such a good drama in many ways, not only in the romantic aspect. They could at least have mentioned the rest of the gang, giving us some hints that they are still part of Heedo's life in some capacity. Many people say this story is first and foremost about Heedo, and that's right. It's about Heedo and fencing, Heedo and her mom, and I love we got to see her having a healthy, loving relationship with her mom in the present. But it was also about these friendships Heedo made along the way that forged her into who she eventually become, a bonding so strong and deep, something not many of us experience really at 18/19. Yijin wasn't just a boyfriend, he was her support system for years even prior dating. And yeah maybe it could have been weird showing baekdo as friends years later (which is debatable tbh) but in the case of Yurim what's the excuse really? Ugh they fucked it up, worst part is that i feel so robbed of seeing the adult version of Yijin 😭😭😭

OMG I LOVE THE GYM SCENE SO MUCH, i think that's the first scene that made me realise i was gonna die on this hill lol when he walks out wearing the fencing uniform....... it truly changed the trajectory of my life. And it is such an intimate scene too, the lighting just focusing on their faces, him telling her all these tender things about being more like her or how he misses her when feeling weak, or that he wants more for her PLEASEEEEE 😭😭😭 i sob a little just by remember it. And then the thing with the sword, he found the time to paint it and write on it GODDD baek yijin what a man for real, if i was Heedo of course i would've never move on past him in my life.

#very sorry for the late reply :( #now i kinda want to do a rewatch👀 #idk if it is a good idea or nah yet #baekdo #25 21 #twenty five twenty one

[zhongrin]

i have yet another confession to make. sometimes the jealousy gets so bad that i just... straight up lose interest in that particular character cause everytime i try to consume content of them they happen to be part of a popular ship. do i filter things? yes. is this a 100% foolproof solution, though? absolutely not. some people tag it differently, or just straight up don't tag it at all sometimes. sighs.

anywho, can i tell you about my horrendous luck in getting anemo men? like, i love them to bits, but the only guy who has come home to me without me losing a 50/50 is scaramouche. and even then it was like. at hard pity 💀

when kazuha's first banner came around, i was smitten, but his pulls were--and still are--by far, the absolute worst i've ever done (like 'it was the first and last time i whaled because i had to hit hard pity twice' worst) , followed closely by heizou who also first appeared in none other than the former's rerun.

long story short, i now have c1 kazuha from trying to get the detective at c0.

this uh, pissed me off so bad that despite having him in almost all my team comps, i never actually felt giddy or said things to him (yes i pretend to talk and coo at my favourites,,, don't perceive me) whenever i'm using him.

at least, not until 1.5 years later where it hit me at full force and all of a sudden i am back to being utterly in love. it hit me when i started saying damn 'i kinda miss kazuha' when he's not on screen.

anw i just realized how long this was ajscobwoanndaw i'm sorry for rambling??? i kinda have no one else to talk to about these things... i hope this doesn't bother you. if it does, lmk, and i'll refrain from doing this in the future :'))

wishing you a good day/evening!

-🪶anon

yeah unfortunately there's not gonna be a foolproof solution to that ;;; the most foolproof solution would be to 'toughen' yourself so you won't get affected as much but i know it's a tall order. i've gotten much better at tolerating it now, although i still don't like seeing them, so the filters are working overtime and i just scroll past the post as fast as possible whenever i see them.

oomph yeah i think it's the same for me for kazuha. i really liked him ever since i tried him on my brother's account so i was hellbent on getting him because his reruns are apparently super rare. had to tap into my wallet and i think he came home hard pity after i lose my 50/50 too lol

valid feeling tho. i mean, al haitham really ruffled my feathers his last rerun because he did the same thing to me after spoiling me with his c0 back in january (1 pity, 50/50 win) lol

dw about rambling! i love hearing back and interacting with people <3 have a good day/evening too <3

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: anon 💟 #🪶anon

[lizzieblabbers]

hello?

hi tumblr im not feeling well today, in fact im feeling worst uGH but if not today, when would i have the time to write a summary post for january, right?

OKAY SO

january has beeeeeen so long and

i cant do this maybe tomorrow huhu sorry

HOLA TODAY IS FEBRUARY 2ND, AND I FINALLY HAD THE TIME (no i just forced myself to do this because if not now, then when, right?)

so anyway, as i have mentioned, january has beeeeeen long. the other day felt like january nth, and i was sick so i guess it was not a good month-ender but maybe that's what happens when you are in hell week and you drank more coffee than you usually drink in a week, and that you slept less than five hours each day

ANYWAY ENOUGH OF THESE RANTS

january was an eventful month, honestly, because just as I was going down the holiday high, booOOgsh birthday here, birthday there, birthday everywhere!

january is my birthmonth, and it has been 20 years since i've graced the world with my weirdness.

turning twenty had me thinking about some aspects of life i've only thought of once or twice before. i guess, more than three weeks later, it's still not sinking in because as far as i'm concerned, i'm still a seventeen-year-old something who bullshits her way everyday.

it still doesn't change a thing--i just try my best each waking day, and show up. i guess that's what life is all about, no? just . . . showing up.

anyhoo enough of these dramatic crap wHO am i kidding i love celebrating my birthday because it is a day when i am allowed to make everything about me. well, i do it occasionally but for me... wala it just makes me happy

ugh can i have birthdays but not grow a year older?

so enough of me--i guess i have blabbered about this on my other social media accounts (yes for the first month of the year i've decided to once again involve the people who love me in the rollercoaster ride called my life)

january was full of celebrations of life and it made me happy to see old faces, new friends, family members. i felt like myself again--the bubbly, talkative, happy person i was.

ALSO as a bonus i got a gift from my parents and its a most awaited one so that made me really giddy

see sabi ko enough of me pero puro ako pinagsasabi ko ugh why am i like this

all in all, january has been tiring yet satisfying. alam mo yun, feeling ko naman i did good with my studies because i really tried my best to do good, not just because of the grades but because i really want to learn about what im studying about and its tiring but fun at the same time

and that i have not yet written anything this year (ASIDE FROM FREAKING ESSAYS AND SCHOOL PAPERS) but i promise to do something during the semester break.. i have to continue my wips or else they'll haunt me on my sleep

okay i think that basically sums up my january. i'll be back for a few check-ins but i guess for now bABYE

ciao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#january 2023 #lizzie talks a lot #lizzie is alive thank god #MY MONTH

[quinncupine]

Of Roofs and Rings

Part One: The Notebook

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya x Fem Reader

Word count: 6569

Main Masterlist

Summary: When his plan fails, what's a hero to do? Make a new and improved plan of course! But, a plan never survives first contact. If anyone is able to adapt, it's our freckled hero and he's quite determined, especially when it involves the one he loves and a ring.

Notes: Well, well, well. Here we are, half a year later. I decided on a whim to do a second chapter! I hope you enjoy!😊

Izuku stared at the ceiling, twirling a pen around his fingers as he contemplated his next move. His private office was quiet, save for the constant clacking of his pen on the desk and the soft murmurs of his sidekicks milling around outside. He had a mountain of paperwork that sat in front of him, untouched. Though he couldn't fathom starting it, not after the disaster that was last night. The little black notebook that sat on top of the paperwork flipped open to his twenty-three step plan. Most of it was scribbled out and in a fit of frustration, he took his pen and scribbled out the rest. The entire plan ruined.

He'd been so prepared too. Everything had been planned out to the tee. Izuku had spent weeks thinking and rethinking the perfect plan, all to go to shambles in the end. The pen slipped from his fingers and he dropped his head onto the notebook with a thud.

Nerves still tingled down his spine whenever he thought about starting a new plan because what if something went wrong with that one too. Or worse, what if you said no? He wasn't sure his heart could take that kind of rejection.

A quick knock on the half-open door and Iida poked his head in. "Izuku, sorry to drop by unannounced…are you busy?"

"Yes," he mumbled, face still buried in his notebook. "…no."

"Yes, well," Iida said and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. "How did last night go? I haven't heard from you yet."

"It didn't go." Izuku refused to lift his head.

"I see." He sat down in the chair across from Izuku's desk. "So she said no."

"No." Izuku turned his head to look at his friend, though he was slow to reply. "I didn't ask her."

Iida leaned forward, confused. "I thought we went over your plan. Did you follow it exactly? It was very detailed. I know you tend to go off script sometimes, but-"

"Yes, I followed it, but-"

Another knock interrupted them and Ochaco burst through the door with a grin. "You were supposed to call us after you asked!" She crashed into the chair next to Iida, giddy as a schoolgirl. "I wanna hear all about it!"

Izuku finally lifted his head, a paper stuck to his cheek, and looked between his friends, a small pout on his face.

When he didn't answer, Iida spoke up for him. "He didn't ask."

She lost her smile and cocked her head. "What? What happened?"

"Villians happened," he sighed, burying his face in his hands. "Why is it always villains? Can't we have one peaceful day for once or does the universe really hate me that much?"

"Villains?" They both yelled.

Iida waved his hands. "I heard nothing about a villain attack last night."

"Small-time." Izuku leaned back into the chair, grabbing the pen to tap against the desk. "Two criminals with a grudge who had nothing better to do than wreck a shop along the pier. It got a bit out of hand and they ended up destroying the end of the wharf."

"Oh," Ochaco frowned. "I'm sorry Izuku, that's terrible."

"Yes, I'm sorry to hear that." Iida nodded along. "Would you like help to make a new plan? I have quite a few ideas." He supplied helpfully.

"I don't know anymore," he shrugged, twisting the pen so tight it was a wonder the poor thing didn't break. "I want it to be perfect for her, but I’m not good at that. I somehow always seem to mess things up. I don't want to mess this up so maybe I should wait-"

"No!" Ochaco jumped up, slamming her hands on his desk, startling the poor hero. "I mean," she took a deep breath and stared down at him, "come on Izuku. She's amazing and we all know how much you two care for each other. If anyone deserves a happy ending, it's you."

He blinked, a slow smile creeping its way onto his face, along with a heavy blush. "I just want it to be right. She deserves that much."

"It'll be right because it's you, Izuku." Satisfied, she sat down, a confident grin on her face.

"Ochaco is right my friend," Iida mirrored her smile, "you're the perfect match. I have full confidence in you. But if you need a new plan, I have a few ideas."

After a moment, he looked between them and picked up the notebook.

A week passed since the boardwalk incident. The entire thing had ruined your evening with Izuku. No one got hurt besides a few shops and the boardwalk itself, but Izuku seemed truly upset about it. Your fun outing had to end abruptly. Izuku was the initial hero on the scene, which meant he had to wait with the detained criminals until the police arrived. It was not what you'd call an enjoyable experience as they had quite a sailor's tongue.

The whole way home, Izuku was sullen and withdrawn. You were worried there was something more at play. The night had been going well, even if he did seem more jittery and nervous than usual. Could something have happened in his job…or maybe something worse? The criminals were two-bit, and Izuku had stopped them easily with no casualties. He should've been happy about it, even if it did wreck your plans.

Izuku had elected to turn in early that night with the excuse of work the next day. That in itself was quite odd considering the man hardly ever slept. It worried you that there was something big you were missing.

But those worries would have to wait until after work. It had been an absolute madhouse in the office. Your boss had decided to shoulder you with a huge project that involved a new client this morning. A project that had at least a week's worth of work that needed to finished the end of the day. The insane amount of work sat piled on your desk looking more and more intimidating by the minute. You thought you might combust just thinking about how to get it done in time.

There wasn't even time to eat, even if you hadn't forgotten your lunch at home. There was simply too much to do and not enough time. Luckily, the breakroom had a vending machine and one quick trip rewarded you with a bag of pretzels. You were just happy that you had your own office to enjoy the snack in peace as you slaved through the notes. This new client, Mr. Bixby, would be here soon. You needed to know everything about him and the project before he arrived. But your eyes were having trouble even reading the words on the page. After the fourth read-through of the same paragraph, your eyes glazed over. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to rest your eyes for a moment.

In the peaceful silence of your office, you found the pile of paper actually made quite a nice pillow. A few deep breaths and you drifted off, thoughts wandering to the far corners of your mind to find a nice place to rest.

A sudden buzz in your jacket pocket jolted you back to reality. You opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) and pulled your phone up. Glancing at the screen, you prayed it wasn't your boss calling for an update because that would be- Izuku. The mere words perked you up and with a tiny smile, you sat up and straightened your jacket.

"Hey Zu," you sighed, pulling a stray paperclip off your cheek. "What's up?"

"You sound sad." His tinny voice was a bit hard to hear over the wind. It sounded like he was flying. Izuku would still be on patrol this time of day.

Spinning the chair around to the wall of windows that lined your office, you admired the skyline. Your office had a perfect view of the city. On occasion, you would catch the little green sparks that flew between buildings when he patrolled his sector. Sadly, you saw no sparks this time.

"Is it because you forgot your lunch?"

You blinked. Of course he would know that. The man seemed to have an intuition that boarded on the supernatural. Though he did sound in better spirits than earlier this week. That was good, you were starting to get worried about him.

Poking the plastic bag with puckered lips, you shrugged. "It's alright, I've got it covered."

"I'm not sure Red Riot O's are a good substitute for a proper meal. It's important to eat a balanced lunch, ya know."

"Yeah well, I didn't exactly-" hold on a second. Narrowing your eyes, you scanned the room. "How the heck did you know that?" His accuracy was getting scary at this point.

"You should really call the window cleaner. Someone left fingerprints out here."

"What?" Then you swiveled around to the windows again, only to come eye to eye with a familiar freckled face. "Izuku!"

The pro hero was currently floating outside the window, flowers in hand, and a bright smile on his windswept face. Your office sat thirty stories high and those poor flowers were getting demolished by the sheer force of the wind. He casually waved at your dumbstruck form and pointed up.

"Meet me on the roof!" With that, he shot upwards, leaving you standing there stunned.

Were you hallucinating or was he really just floating outside your window? Stepping closer, you saw his fingerprints still on the glass and grinned. He was supposed to be on patrol in the southeast sector all day. That was halfway across the city. Did he really come all this way just to see you?

Well, you certainly weren't going to keep him waiting.

Abandoning the paperwork on your desk, you took off through the door, startling a few coworkers as you charged past them. A smile danced across your face as you came to the elevators. After a few impatient moments of rapidly pressing the up button, you decided the stairs would be quicker. Two flights later, you burst through the door to the roof.

The sun hit you first, blazing across the space like fire. It was a beautiful day, but the brightness gave false warmth. The gusty wind chilled you to the core under your light jacket in an instant. The gravelly rooftop was empty, save for the stacks of ventilation units. Until you saw those familiar green curls.

Izuku sat on the ledge, one foot tucked beneath him, the other dangeled over the edge as he tried to fix the bouquet of flowers. Though it looked like nothing short of a miracle could fix those poor things. When he spotted you, he jumped up, beaming.

"What are you doing here?" You called across the rooftop, shielding your eyes as you made your way over.

"I wanted to see you." Izuku shrugged a bit shyly, holding out the crippled flowers. "These were much fuller when I bought them. I guess I didn't account for the wind." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry."

They were beautiful, at least what was left of the large colored petals. "What were they?"

"Ambrosia flowers." A petal fluttered off the stem and he caught it before it could blow away. "At least that's what the florist told me. But they were pretty, well, before I got to them anyway."

"They still are." You accepted the flowers and wrapped your arm around his neck to pull him in for a quick kiss. "I love it. Thank you." Pulling away, you cocked your head. "But did you come all this way just to give me flowers?"

"Yeah," he said and pulled a large bento out of the backpack slung over his shoulder. "And I thought you might be hungry."

"Food!" You cried, nearly abandoning the flowers as he held it up. He really was your hero. "Oh, you're the best!" Kissing his cheek, you grabbed the bento and opened it to find a variety of all your favorites.

"There's two in there." He pointed to the second layer. "Thought we could eat lunch together today?"

"I wish Izuku, but I have a meeting to get to," you sighed and glanced at your watch. "One I'm already late to. My next client should be here any minute. I have to get back down there."

Instead of a frown like you were expecting, his smile only doubled. "What if your next client was already here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I may have called your boss and scheduled you for the rest of the day." Izuku rocked on his heels, waiting for your reaction.

It took you a moment before it dawned on you. "Wait, you're Mr. Clyde Bixby?"

He smirked and bowed slightly. "The one and only."

A sudden relief swept through you as you realized that your day just freed up. Well at least in terms of actual work. "And what would Mr. Bixby need my services for?"

"I was thinking a lunch date for a start."

"On the roof?" you asked, glancing around at the grimy stacks adorning the top.

"Not exactly." With that, he lifted you into a bridal carry. "Hold on tight!"

"Wait, you're not goi-" he launched into the air, leaving your lungs waiting on the roof. "-oh my god!"

The transition happened so quickly, the strong winds stole your yelp. Izuku would never drop you, but you couldn't help but bury your face into his chest as you rose higher and higher, picking up speed. This wasn't the first time he'd taken you somewhere by air and probably wouldn't be the last. Even though you enjoyed the feeling of flying, nothing ever prepared you for that sudden leap.

Once your stomach settled enough to avoid a riot, you peeked over his muscled arm. People milled about below, no bigger than ants as they went about their day none the wiser. Flying in Izuku's arms was both an exhilarating and terrifying experience all rolled into one.

In no time, the two of you finally landed on a different, much shorter building. This one was, to your surprise, one you actually recognized. It was the roof of his agency.

"Is there a reason we didn't go through the front door…" you trailed off when you spotted a wooden pergola standing in the center of the roof. White curtains tied back on each post gently swayed in the calm wind. Inside the squared platform was a table adorned with a white cloth and two table settings. A small ice tub with chilled wine sat in the center.

"You set this up?" You breathed out and turned to catch his blushing smile. "Oh, Izuku, it's- it's beautiful"

He excitedly lead you by your shoulders over to one of the chairs and pulled out a seat. You gingerly sat down in a daze admiring the fairy lights that seemed to sparkle and jolt across the wooden bars along the top. It must've taken a lot of work to set this entire thing up. Izuku never did anything half-assed, that was for sure.

"I love this, but what's all this for?" A smile stretched across your lips before you froze, eyes widening. "Wait, did I forget an anniversary or something?"

"No," Izuku laughed and sat down across from you. He popped the cork to the wine but you noticed his hands were trembling a bit as he poured the two glasses. "I wanted to make it up to you. For last week."

"You know," you gave him a sly smirk and rested your chin on your hands, "if you keep doing things like this, I might just fall in love."

He paused and looked up at you. Those giant green eyes of his that you adored so much searched your own. It didn't take a keen observer to notice how tense he seemed. All week, he'd been acting quite jittery, but this seemed a different kind of nervousness.

"Oh wait, too late." Winking, you took the glass from his still outstretched hand.

That seemed to break whatever tension he was holding and a laugh bubbled out. "Well, if you love this, wait till you try the food." He pulled the bento out and quickly plated the food. It took a lot of convincing for Kacchan to give up his Katsudon recipe. Well, technically he didn't give it up, but he did help me make it."

"Katsuki helped you? Our Katsuki? The ferociously territorial one, like to the point of mouth-frothing. That Katsuki Bakugo?" You cocked your head, staring at the food. "How on Earth did you achieve such a feat?"

"A lot of begging." Izuku grinned and handed you a pair of chopsticks. "A few deals. He also said it would be a travesty to subject you to my atrocious cooking and torture would make a better meal. But I think he wanted to help…uh deep, deep down."

You laughed at the thought of those two working together in the kitchen. It was a nightmare enough when they went off on missions together. The kitchen had probably turned into a warzone with their competitive natures clashing heads. On rare occasions though, Katsuki did make himself useful for the benefit of others. Even as hard as he tried to keep up that prickly appearance, he did have a heart.

"What sort of deals?" That had you curious. "Katsuki and compromise go together about as well as peanut butter and mayonnaise." Though you had to admit, the food was absolutely delicious. Whatever Izuku promised, it was definitely worth the meal.

"I agreed to do his paperwork for the rest of the month." He chuckled, picking at the food. "He really hates paperwork. More than compromises."

"Mmm, and what a good friend you are," you raised your glass, "and an amazing boyfriend."

He shyly clinked your glass with his and took a small sip. The cup lingered at his lips as a small frown took its place. "About that," he murmured so quietly you weren't sure you heard correctly. He had a laser focus on his glass, staring into the bubbly liquid. There was that nervousness again. It made your own nerves spark, wondering what could possibly make him so anxious.

"Izuku, are you okay?" you set your glass down, waiting for him to break out of his thoughts and look back at you.

"What?" He startled. "Oh, yeah, I uh, yes!" Red splotches spattered across his cheeks as he continued to ramble. "I umm, well you see…oh boy," he sighed, rubbing his heated face. "This is harder than I thought."

A rumble vibrated the wine in your glass, drawing your attention. Izuku paused, looking almost relieved to find something to distract you. A few seconds later, another rumble and the wine splashed up the side. An earthquake?

"Um…" before you could even finish, a large jolt shook the building, and nearly threw you out of your chair.

One of the beams cracked above you with a vicious snap and came crashing down. Izuku was by your side in an instant, tugging you safely away from the pergola. The beam hit the table, cracked the wine glasses, and spilled the alcohol everywhere. Where you were previously sitting, the beam now rested in your place. The entire rooftop shook and you squeezed his arm to find some balance.

"You okay?" He asked hands on your shoulders. "You're not hurt?"

"No, no I'm fine," you whispered, staring at your now ruined lunch date. "Earthquake?"

Another longer tremor struck the building and the two of you kneeled to keep steady. Izuku tucked you close and watched the surrounding structures for another minute. What was left of the glasses shook off the table and shattered against the platform. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

"I hate earthquakes," you muttered, letting Izuku help you back to your feet.

Car alarms floated up to the roof and so did the raising volume of the people below. You had no idea how far this earthquake hit or had bad it was below. Of course, an earthquake just had to strike on the one day you could actually enjoy yourself.

"I need to go help them," Izuku said, hand in yours as he walked to the ledge. "An aftershock might hit at any moment. Come on, I'll take you down."

"Okay," you deflated, taking in the chaos below.

The street had cracked in a few places. A car must've run over the upturned road and smashed into a street light. Smoke drifted out of the smashed engine, but the women inside seemed to be fine, if a bit shook up. People walked around in a daze, helping each other up or calling over the heros. Sidekicks from Izuku's agency were already on the scene, setting up a relief site. 

There's no telling what kind of structural damage the nearby buildings had suffered. At least Izuku's agency had been built to withstand much more than an earthquake. Deku was needed here and as much as you wanted to help you'd only get in the way of rescue efforts. So much for your evening plans.

Gathering you in his arms, he lifted you up and stepped over the ledge to float down to the ground. Heroes were herding those with injuries into the open area of the nearby square. The quake hadn't been too terrible, but it sure was shocking. Most of the injuries were just scrapes and bruises.

As you moved towards the relief station, another tremor rolled through the street. Izuku pulled you in close to steady you as the ground shook again. He was awfully protective whenever something remotely threatening happened. A fact you didn't mind. Despite the startling convulsions beneath your feet, it was nice to have him wrapped around your form so defensively.

The little smile forming on your face quickly disappeared as an echo of a snap resounded between the buildings. A balcony of an old apartment building cracked under the stress. Concrete rained down in large chunks unbeknownst to the few people standing below.

Izuku was gone from your side in an instant. He sped through the crowd, nabbing the few people in the danger zone with a flash of green lightning. He even managed to catch the biggest pieces of the debris with Blackwhip. He set the debris down safely away from the civillians. The few people he'd saved stared at the broken concrete that used to be a balcony, horror-stricken. After he assessed them for obvious external injuries, he lead them over to the relief station. They finally broke from their shock and profusely thanked him.

Blinking yourself out of your own state of shock, you hurried after him. Izuku handed the citizens off to another hero manning the station and turned around to find you, though you weren't far behind.

"Listen, there will most likely be more aftershocks. I need to help with evacuations. You'll be safe here." He lead you to the fountain that the relief station was set up around and sat you down on the low wall. "I'm sorry to leave you like this."

"Don't be sorry," you grasped his hand tightly with a smile. "There are other people who need your attention a lot more than me right now. Go on."

With a quick kiss to your cheek, he rushed off to take charge of the scene. The police arrived soon after and two more aftershocks struck the city. It took hours before they deemed the area and the buildings safe to return to. After a thorough foundational examination and inspection you were allowed into the agency.

One of Izuku's sidekicks let you into his office. You dropped yourself into his big desk chair and stared out the large window. Street crews helped with the cleanup below. The stress over the last few hours had exhausted you. You swiveled back and forth in his chair as you waited. The rocking motion soon lulled you into a relaxing trance.

A soft hand on your cheek woke you up. Startled, you sat up and nearly smacked heads with Izuku, who leaned back at the last second. "Sorry!" he whispered, sitting back on his desk. "I didn't want to wake you, but I figured you wanted to go home. I guess I sort of stranded you here, didn’t I?"

"I wanted to wait for you anyway." With a stifled yawn, you stretched your arms above your head. "Was anyone seriously hurt?"

"No. The only major damage was some property closer to the epicenter." Izuku glanced out the window as he recalled the day. "Luckily, it was localized to a small area. Now there's just cleanup to handle." Then he turned his attention back to you. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Yeah," you groaned as you stood up, your back protesting falling asleep in a chair. "Oh wow, the sun's nearly set."

"I'm sorry. I wanted this day to be perfect." He took your hand and the two of you left the office. "Are you still hungry? We never got to finish our lunch."

It wasn't the first thing on your mind, but now that you thought about it, your stomach did rumble at the thought of its food. Boy would Katsuki be angry if he knew his food went to waste.

"We can just get something on the way home." As the two of you said goodnight to the rest of his staff, he wrapped his arm around you. You nestled your head against his shoulder and got comfy for the walk out. "I'm sure you must be starving after all that heroing. That was some impressive work out there."

He stretched his fingers around yours, heat blossoming across his freckled cheeks. "It wasn't really that much."

"What are you talking about? You saved those people!" Lifting your head, you stared at him. "Izuku, you're amazing and you shouldn't doubt that. I never do." Then you nuzzled your face into his arm.

Izuku was silent as he mulled over your words. The sun had set low into a golden glow that bathed the street in warm light, despite the slight chill in the air. It was amazing how quickly the street crews repaired the damage but dealing with powerhouses like Izuku, the city would need a good cleanup crew.

Halfway there, he slowed to a stop. "Hey, do you wanna go for a drive?"

"A drive? To where?"

"Away, " he said vaguely once you reached the car and opened the door for you.

"Hmm," you grinned, leaning against the frame. "I suppose our day doesn't have to end yet. Why not, let's go."

Izuku kissed your cheek and closed the door once you were inside. He walked around to the back and took a deep breath. Patting his jacket pocket, he smiled when he felt the box. Maybe this day could be salvaged yet.

The traffic was a bit busy as you made your way to the city limits. It seemed everyone and their brother were out after the quake. But once you left the city, the roads opened up and soon you were cruising through a forested path. Another half-hour and Izuku pulled up to a small shack on the side of the road. A shack you recognized.

"Archies?" you asked, craning your neck to get a better view.

"So you remember this place?" He parked the car and leaned against the steering wheel. "I wasn't sure if you would."

"Of course, I remember this place!" you laughed. "How could I not after that whole exploding hot dog incident!"

He glanced at you. "Think they still serve them?"

"Only one way to find out!" You yelled, jumping out of the car with Izuku close behind.

A few minutes later, the two of you left with an armful of food. Izuku had everything ordered to go but still refused to tell you where the 'go' was. Back on the road, you tossed around guesses that he only ever returned with a silent smile.

As the sky grew red, he turned onto a small dirt road. The car bobbled along the path until you passed a sign. "Kai lake?"

"It doesn't look too busy." He said as the quaint little lake came into view.

Kai lake was a small lake nestled into a meadow underneath a small mountain peak. The lake was mainly used as a fishing dock with a few spots for natural camping. If you didn't know to look for the small dirt path that lead to it, you'd pass it right up. It was the perfect getaway place.

Even the two of you discovered it by accident. You were heading to a cabin in the mountains for a vacation a few years ago. But after someone forgot the chargers at home, you quickly found yourselves lost after your phones inevitably died. Driving in the direction Izuku thought was the right way back to town (it was not) , you discovered the little lake in the middle of nowhere.

A kindly fisherman had lent his solar charger while you figured out the right way to town. It took hours for the phones to charge, but neither of you minded, and instead set up a picnic at the lake and enjoyed yourselves.

So, he'd remembered that day after all this time.

"I love this place," Izuku whispered, hand in hand, as you both walked down the pier.

Me too."

The honey gold water glittered and rippled along the surface. A small, rickety pier extended out over the water which gave you the best views of the lake and surrounding copsewood. No one else was here today, most likely deterred by the brisk weather.

Making yourselves comfortable at the end of the pier, Izuku spread the food out over the blanket. It was no secret-recipe Katsudon, but you still loved it all the same. This entire trip seemed to be chock-full of nostalgia from those days before Izuku had opened his own agency. It was just the two of you making ends meet in a little apartment downtown, only able to afford to eat out at places like Archies. Time had aged those memories well.

"So," you said, chewing the end of a fry with your feet dangling over the edge. "What made you want to come here?"

Izuku stared down at his own basket of fries, half-heartedly picking at them. "I don't know. It just came to mind." He set the basket down and leaned back on his hands, swinging his legs over the edge to join yours. "This place isn't anything special…or grand, but whenever I think about it, I always picture your face."

"Um…" you cocked your head. "Thanks?"

"What?" He blinked before he sat up and waved his arms apologetically. "That's not what I meant! I was just- uh, I meant to say…" He grabbed his face and shook his head before taking a deep breath. "Do you remember the first time we stopped here?"

"Oh, you mean when you got us lost?" Bumping shoulders with him, you managed to draw a chuckle from him.

"Just so you know, I always carry two extra chargers in my car now." He relaxed a bit, fiddling with his fingers. "But yeah, it's my favorite memory with you."

"Really?"

"We sat here, at the end of the pier, just like this and spent that whole afternoon talking. Just the two of us. I felt like I could've spent the rest of my life sitting here with you." He whispered, gazing out at the sparkling lake.

A family of ducks pewtered about the water. The ducklings swam close behind their mother, imitating her every move. They drifted towards the pier, probably in search of delicious-smelling food. The mother moved between your feet, pecking at the water while one of the babies curiously inspected Izuku's bright red shoes. You giggled as a little duckling experimentally nibbled the sole before its mother quacked and swam off with all eight of them in tow.

"I knew it for a long time." He said watching the ducks swim away. "But that day, sitting on the end of this pier, I realized just how much."

"Knew what?" You turned your focus back on him.

"How much I loved you." He kept his gaze on the water, but that small smile on his face only grew as he continued. "To think there could ever be a day you're not in my life…well, I can't even imagine it. I don't want to imagine it." Then he finally turned to you, slipped his hand into yours, and gently caressed your palm with his calloused thumb. "I've been trying- and failing- to tell you for a while now that I want to spend every day for the rest of my life with you."

Adrenaline spiked through your veins as you comprehended his words. The implications of where this was headed dawned on you and your breath hitched. Was that why he'd been acting so nervous lately? How adorable.

Those big green eyes of his that always seemed to bore his soul to the world turned misty. Or at least you thought they did. It was kind of hard to see through your own blurry vision. But there was no missing his next question.

"Do…do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

How could you possibly say no? Years of loving and living through life with your best friend? The one man who could make you feel so special with just a hint of a smile. The one man who could warm you up with a simple touch. The one man who you felt completely safe in. What more could you want?

"Yes," you whispered, squeezing his trembling hands in affirmation. "That's all I've ever wanted."

He brightened at your acceptance, but you didn't give him a chance to say anything else as you tackled him onto the dock with a deep kiss. He smiled through it and kissed you back just as passionately, only to break it off with a hearty laugh. As you laid on top of him, you pressed your forehead into his, staring into his rosy face for a blissful moment before he suddenly sat up, keeping you in his arms.

"The ring!" Frantically, he patted his pockets. "I forgot to give you the ring!"

Izuku finally found the little black box and pulled It out. His still shaky fingers fumbled with it before it slipped from his grasp. The box bounced off the wood and took a swan dive right into the frigid water. He yelped and scrambled to save it before it drowned, only to be pulled right over the edge by his own momentum. You were, unfortunately, still tangled in his arms and had the bad fortune of being dragged in with him.

The splash scared the ducks out of the lake; quacking angrily as they disappeared into the underbrush. It was so much colder than you were expecting as the two of you dunked into frigid waters. You popped back up a moment later with a gasp before breaking out in a mixed fit laughter and chattering teeth. Izuku surfaced next to you, flapping around wildly until his hand found yours, eyes wide.

"You okay?" He pulled you close, feet finding purchase in the mud beneath him. His hair stuck to his forehead, little water droplets forming on the end of his dark green locks.

"Yeah," you shivered treading the water next to him. He was taller than you so you clung to him to stay above the surface.

"Good," he sighed and pulled the box out from the water, flipping it open. "Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" You leaped into his arms, splashing the both of you in the process, and found his lips with a deep kiss.

The cold drained away as you found yourself enveloped in Izuku's warmth that he returned in a tight hug. You couldn't imagine spending this moment or any other with anyone else. This day or for the rest of your lives.

BONUS:

With the heat on full blast, you snuggled closer to Izuku in the backseat. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the last lingering rays of light scattered through what was left of the clouds. Izuku wrapped the blanket around the both of you, staving off the freezing air and keeping you warm through your wet clothes. That little dip in the water had frozen you to the core. You didn't mind all that much, not when you got to cuddle with your new fiancée.

For the umpteenth time since leaving the lake, you pulled your hand out from the blanket and admired the ring now fit snugly on your finger. It was beautiful. The clever analyst he was, he knew exactly the type of ring you'd love.

"Oh," Izuku pulled out his phone, somehow saved from a watery grave, and pulled up his contacts, "I need to call Iida and Ochaco. I promised I'd call once I asked."

"So, everyone knew huh?" you grinned, nuzzling your face further into his chest.

"Sort of. I had a whole plan. Well, a few plans but they kept getting ruined by villains and natural disasters." He smiled, adjusting himself underneath you. "I even had a whole notebook dedicated to it."

"A notebook?" you glanced up at him. "A little black one?"

"…Yeah," he said slowly. "How did you know?"

"I found it...and sort of read it." You confessed and he went bright red. "I'm sorry, I was intrigued. I've read all your notebooks before and when I saw one I didn't recognize, I may have gotten a bit curious." When he still didn't say anything, you pushed up on your elbows to face him. "I thought it was cute. How long have you had it?"

"Since our first date." He managed to say. "Wait, you read all of it?"

"No, I only got to the first few pages." Shrugging, you scooted closer with a sly smirk. "Why? Did you write the more spicer stuff in the back?"

He achieved a stark red you didn't think was possible and awkardly laughed as he stammered out an answer. "What?! No, I- I didn't, it wasn't that." He pulled the blanket over his face and took a few breaths. "I wrote my plans out to propose. I wanted it to be perfect for you."

"Well, it was," you tugged the blanket down to kiss his nose before moving down to his lips, placing a soft sweet kiss. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. "Even the part where we fall into the lake?"

"I don't think it would be a very Izuku proposal otherwise." you plucked his phone from his hands and pulled up the keypad. "Who to call first?"

He leaned back, running his light fingers over your back as the phone rang over the speaker. A second later Ochaco picked up.

"Hey Izuku, after the day we had I hope you have good news!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, we have good news." You grinned, locking eyes with Izuku. "Very good news.

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