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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hiii ! could you write something about harry stalking y/n's Instagram but her account is private, so he sends a request and she accepts and she follows him back, and harry likes her pics (which aren't many) and tries to find out if she do you have a boyfriend or something?

this might be quite short but i hope this is alright for you;

“What’s the correct reaction I should use when Harry Styles requests to follow me?”

You asked your best friend, Heather, as you were both lounging on your bed. She was sat up against the headboard and you lay the opposite way around, holding you phone to the ceiling.

It was just another simple day for the two of you. You’d worked a long shift at the local supermarket and Heather had worker her long shift at the cat shelter, both of you now just having some down time to relax and regroup your thoughts before you even thought to start on dinner. Heather, your best friend and roommate, was an absolute tyrant in the kitchen which meant you were often the one to cook dinner. Tonight was shrimp risotto, if you could be bothered to get out of bed to actually make it. However you were no grounded to your bed more than ever, shocked with the current notification staring you square in the eyes.

“Why?” Heather laughed at you, not noticing your heavily serious face to your question, “you having your daily dreams over the man again?”

Okay, you didn’t have daily dreams… Nightly dreams, maybe. You had liked Harry for a while actually, perhaps since he had cut his hair for a movie he had done. You weren’t a huge fan of his and listened to his music occasionally - like when you were folding laundry or on a long train ride - but you weren’t dedicated to him. He was cute and his voice sounded really lovely. He was definitely the face you used in your nighttime scenarios, but you would never admit that out loud.

“No,” you briefly paused to find the right words to say, “because Harry Styles just requested to follow me.”

“You— What!” Heather sprung up from her position on the bed, but you stayed still and eyes fixed to your phone.

“Appropriate reaction?” You asked again, handing her your phone so she could see for herself.

“Um, ascending into heaven, I don’t know do I? The really question is why the fuck haven’t you accepted it?” She was quick to answer your question and even quicker to ask hers, looking at you as if you’d just told her you were born with only one tit.

“Maybe because it’s Harry Styles!” You exclaimed, sitting up and looking at her now the same way she had just done you.

“Babe, honey, that’s exactly why you need to accept him.” Tossing you back your phone you caught it as you looked to her. God, what was happening? You’d been stacking shelves at a supermarket 3 hours ago and now you were about to accept a follow request from Harry Styles - like the same man who you think about every night before bed and yet know barely anything about.

“Oh fuck it.” You clicked accept and then followed him back, switching your phone off and throwing it down onto the bed.

“Did you..”

“Yeah.”

“So…”

“Yeah.”

Then you started to freak.

It hit you that Harry Styles could see all of your instagram photos - even the ones you were tagged in. Then you questioned whether he would even bother to stalk you? Was he that kind of person? How did he even find you in the first place? You had 489 followers to his near 50 million, so it’s not exactly like he just saw you appear in his notifications - you didn’t even follow him until 30 seconds ago. Let’s say he did see your photos, what would he see? For starters there’s the photos of you and your parents dogs and then just your parents. There’s you on the beach and you in the snow. There’s you with friends and still some posted of people you didn’t like anymore. It was okay.

“Do you think he’s wanking off to that picture of you in your lingerie?” Heather broke the silence.

“What?” You looked at her baffled by such a question.

“You know? The one you just posted like two days ago because it was body positivity week at the gym?”

Fuck.

You’d completely forgotten about that photo and you scrambled quick for your phone. God, you couldn’t let Harry see you like that. You’d felt really, really, good when you’d posted it, dressed in your black lingerie from Victorias Secret, but now you were insecure that Harry could’ve looked at the photo and… well, vomited maybe?

“Oh no, no, no.” You repeated as you went back onto Instagram, only to freeze. “Holy fuck balls.”

If your mother heard the tone of your tongue from the past 5 minutes, she would have you strung up on her washing line by your toes. Okay not literally, but something similar.

“What? What’s happened?” Heather pressed, nosy to the current situation.

“He liked the photo.”

“He what?” Heather shouted, a shit eating grin on her face.

“Oh my fuck he liked the photo.” You put the phone on the bed and got up off to stand up, pacing whilst your rubbed your hands over your stressed temples. “He liked the look.” You repeated to yourself, trying to convince yourself that this was actually happening.

Harry Styles had seen a photo of you in your lingerie. That is not something you’d ever thought you’d ever say, but there’s the fact. Like he’d seen you - your body. You paced the length of your bedroom, completely in your own head wondering where you’d go in your life past this moment. Crawling under a heavy rock to live forever sounded pretty good right now though.

“Have you done freaking out yet?” Heather asked sarcastically, watching you pace with your phone in her hands.

“No. Yes. Maybe. Is this an acceptable reaction?” You stressed your hands through your hair and cupped your hand over your mouth in shock that this was genuinely happening.

“So I shouldn’t tell you that he’s also sent a direct message?” She asked rhetorically, making you stop wearing a track into your carpet.

“He…”

“Yeah.”

“Saying?”

“Do you want to sit down first or…” Heather asked, clearly concerned you weren’t handling this all very well.

“No. I’d rather just collapse afterwards.” You nodded your head, egging her to continue.

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes and returned her eyes to the screen to start reading out the message. “Y/N—”

“Oh jesus.” You interrupted, clutching onto your desk chair as your legs went weak and you had to sit down. Heather laughed at you before continuing, her eyes lighting up as she skim read the message.

“I hope you’re having a lovely day. I hope you don’t find my follow request or liking of your photos too creepy or forward, it’s just I think you’re really beautiful and ever since I heard about you I just had to know who you were. If you don’t want to reply, that’s alright I understand, but if you would like to know me a bit more as I would like to get to know you then feel free to call me or just message back. If, however, you are already seeing someone I apologise for this message to both you and your partner. Wishing you all the best, H. x”

Breathe check. Yes, still breathing.

“Y/N?” Heather asked, noticing you were struck still.

“Okay…” You let out a shaky breathe, doing some internal meditation to try and calm the buzzing of nerves that were rushing throughout your entire body.

“Y/N?” Heather snapped you out of your attempt of peace. “What do you want to do now?”

“He called me beautiful.” You smiled at her she smiled back, happy that you were happy.

“He also said he had heard about you from somewhere?” Heather asked, having picked up on that important bit of information.

“And he wants to get to know me.”

“Yes, okay lover-woman, let’s focus here.”

“Right, yes. Focus.” You nodded your head, still in a dreamy daze.

“Should we call him?” Heather asked.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You threw your hands up in the air, which shocked you both. “Woah, sorry. Do you seriously think he’s going to want to listen to me paralysed at the lips? No.”

“So, text?”

“Text, yes.” You sighed, coming to sit on the bed next to her and draft a message back to the man who was about to change your life.

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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Headcanons about how the side characters (brothers too if you want) act when you want to go for a walk late at night in the dark in the Devildom with them, but it might not be entirely safe since you're human.

Hey, anon! This is a CUTE!!!!! prompt! Nice and soft <3 Thanks for the request!

Lucifer

Was about to go out for a walk anyways. He really needed to cool off after dealing with the shenanigans in the kitchen regarding Beel and Levi.

He’s sort of glad you wanted to go for a walk too, but he’s not so foolish enough to think that it’s anything more than a mere coincidence.

The walk with him is quiet, but every now and then either of you will strike up a conversation. Mostly him. It’s usually about his brothers, or your time here in the Devildom.

After your walk together, he feels rejuvenated. He doesn’t try to show it too much, but he enjoys his time spent with you. He starts to ask you to go on walks with him from time to time now.

Mammon

Walk yourself! Damn human...

That’s what he says, but he obviously comes running out after you. You didn’t give a damn; you were getting out of that house one way or another. Whatever happens, happens.

That’s what you told Mammon, and he nearly smacked you over the head for it. Be glad you’re a weakling human. The GREAT Mammon is now your bodyguard while you have your stupid little walk...

He doesn’t stop talking the entire time, though. Stupid human this, dumb brothers that... It almost makes you wonder why you asked him to tag along. Your eyes meet for a moment and for a moment he stuttered to a stop, blushing. Oh yeah. That’s why.

Leviathan

Ew, working out? Are you on drugs?

Well, that was a little harsh... but still. Walking is for normies. And Beel. Though I guess he sorta... jogs. Is there even any difference? GRAAAH! Fine. I need a break from this level anyways, it’s been kicking my ass for the past hour!

That’s all he says, before he’s out the door with you. He’s very protective of you on the walk, and when other demons are walking by, he wraps his tail around your waist possessively. You think it’s pretty cute.

What isn’t so cute is how exhausted he is so quickly. It astonishes you, honestly. The walk to RAD is longer than the distance you two have walked so far. I guess that’s probably why he doesn’t show up there often.

Satan

Oh, that sounds lovely. He eagerly complies with you, ready to get out of the house at the drop of a hat.

He’s not ashamed to show it either. He would rather you come to him first when you’re excited for new scenery, so a walk sounds like a perfect way to ease into all of that.

He’s the one walking you, though. You’re dragged all over the Devildom with him, when you wanted “a peaceful stroll under the constant watchful gaze of the moon.”

He stops and looks at you. “That was very poetic.” He doesn’t mind showing how impressed by your eloquence. He decides soon after though, that you’re right. You DO seem pretty tired, so he’s taking you home. Enjoy the long walk back!

Asmodeus

Of course darling! Just as long as it’s a short stroll. Maybe you two can get some pretty Devilgram photos by that rose bush near RAD too?

He does not like walking for too long. Doesn’t want to break out into a single sweat and oh! People walk their dogs there, be careful of poop on the ground, will you?

A good portion of the walk is him talking about himself, or talking about a party happening around the way. While tempting, you were no where near dressed for the occasion.

Well don’t you worry, Asmo always comes prepared! He has a change of clothes in his bag for you, and you’d fit it too! Congrats! You’re now stuck at a party, when all you wanted was a quick outing!

Beelzebub

Oh, sure! He loves going for walks. Or jogs. Or runs. Usually runs, because more calories are burned. But if you want to go on a walk, a walk is fine too. Just don’t be surprised when you only burn half as much as-

You’re already walking ahead of him. It’s not like you didn’t care- well not that much if you’re being honest- but you just wanted to get away from the house. Being in a house where chaos is right around the corner (literally) puts you on edge sometimes.

Beel can appreciate the quiet of your walks together. He assumes you wanted it to be as peaceful as possible, but something about him always makes you feel uneasy. Like he’s hiding something heavy on his conscious. At some point he even whispers, “You’re still here.” Whatever that means.

You decide to keep walking with him from time to time. You’re curious to see if he’ll ever open up to you, or if you’ll just have to be that “annoyingly curious” (Mammon’s words, not Beels) human that you seem to be so well.

Belphegor

No. That’s too much effort. Going places???? But why though.

In the same fashion as Mammon, though, he comes after you when you leave the gates. Like HELL is he going to let you off on your own.

He complains part of the time while out, but figures you aren’t listening that much. Most of the walk is quiet after that, and he almost feels awkward, having complained so much at first.

He almost wants to speak up. Have a heart to heart with you. He still feels guilty for what he’s done, but there’s a nervousness scratching at his throat. He decides against it. Next time, he thinks.

Diavolo

Oh a walk sounds fun! He knows a few pretty spots to walk on. Or maybe his private beach would be better suited?

He gets on his running shoes and more comfortable clothes and is out the door. He’ll be back... eventually!

Oh, you meant the two of you? Well, er... that’s fine too! His point still stands. It’s dangerous for you to go alone anyways.

The walk is peaceful, but filled with chatter. Much less about your time in the Devildom, and more out your very different way of life in the human world. He wants you to be the one to talk, and for him to listen for a change.

Barbatos

A walk sounds delightful.

He would be happy to accompany you on a quick stroll to relax your mind. He is silent the entire way, however, speaking when spoken to.

It isn’t much, but it’s enough for you. He’s grateful for that. Occasionally he will ask if you would like a quick break, or to stop in this or that place for a treat.

He’s grateful that you wished to take him away from his responsibilities, even for a brief moment. It shows character in you. That you really do see him as more than a butler, for some reason. He wouldn’t mind more walks with you in the future.

Simeon

Oh a walk sounds fun! We should probably bring Luke with us right?

Yeah, probably not. People would confuse him for our child together! Wouldn’t that be funny, though?

Walks with an angel sounds pleasant, and that’s exactly what it is. Its filled with fun chatter about life, about RAD, about this exchange program. The entire time, he’s assuring you that no matter what, he’ll always lend an ear to listen.

Will always walk you back to the gates, and wave goodbye. You usually feel like you could walk for longer with him, but he figures you might be tired. Ever considerate, he let’s you go before you talk each others ears off.

Luke

Isn’t it always nighttime here...? Either way-

Sure! He knows this nice little cafe you and he could go to for a pit stop!

There’s also this nice little animal park you two could visit afterwards, where the pets run with their leashes off. Maybe you’ll get lucky and pet one or two?!

He secretly doesn’t know why you asked him to walk with you. Could it be because you feel safe with him around!? Is it because you needed a break from those nasty and mean demons? ESPECIALLY Lucifer!? He gets it! Wholeheartedly! He’ll protect you, MC!

Solomon

:)))

He’s glad you asked him. A nice walk in hell with your local sorcerer sounds crazy, but it’s anything but. At least for now.

He probably does drag you into something crazy, like suggesting potions for you to try for this or that.

He might take you to Hocus Pocus without you even realizing it. Never mind it, you probably should have just stayed home! Still though... that sorcerer does have a pretty smile. it might be worth the long trip to Hocus Pocus after all...

#obey me #obey me headcanons #om!#om! hcs #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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thatsthetriick · 3 years

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Jjba characters in a coming of age movie with their s/o

Summary: What if you and (insert jjba character) are in a coming of age movie? What would happen in the movie, how would you interact? Header photo: Haruiro astronaut Pairings: Joestars x s/o

Jonathan Joestar ── Bleachers ♡ You’ll probably be in a boarding school in the 1960s in england. ♡ He is the star student and you’re probably just a normie and you wouldn’t want to associate yourself with him and you just want to live a peaceful life ♡ You’ll be asked to assist the rugby team in exchange for some grades and you couldn’t deny it so you agreed with your teacher and you two had a deal. Your job is simple, all you need to do is just to be in charge of the attendance and be the coach’s spokesman if he’s busy and it wasn’t that bad. ♡ You are also a supervisor whenever the coach is not around and you overall just support everyone just like an assistant. They need water? you’ll get some for the whole team, etc. ♡ Jonathan will honestly start developing feelings for you, and you to him, he starts helping you with your homework on the bleachers and you two will go anywhere together, and you’ll mostly be the one to rebel and sneak out at night to hang out with him and he’d usually feel scared to skip but he didnt let his fear take over him and he just followed you. ♡ The conflict is probably the fact that you witnessed a girl confessing to him near a fountain within school grounds, it kinda broke your heart and lost your motivation to assist the team yet you still continued. ♡ Your ending is probably depressing because he really likes this girl who confessed to him(probably Erina) so you’re left in the shadow and moreover it’s hard to skip and rebel with him when he prioritizes his girlfriend all the time. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably him helping you on the bleachers. Joseph Joestar ──Coward ♡ It’ll be 2000s in america as well probably and this movie will be a enemies to lovers thing huehue. ♡ You and Joseph hate each other and the whole school knew that and no one ever knew why, maybe because the first day you went to school you accidentally bumped to him and made your food go over him which made him held a grudge on you but at the same time flirt with you? Or make odd statements which just annoys you. ♡ You don’t take him seriously, you take him as a playboy so his flirts wouldn’t affect you at all and it’s not like you’ll take the praises that came out of that brunette’s mouth. ♡ It all changed when obviously you two got assigned in a project that requires the both of you to go to each other’s houses and at first you two argued a lot but you two started thinking that maybe it’s not that bad. ♡ The conflict is probably the fact that this guy likes another girl and you start getting confused with your emotions everytime he interacts with his girl crush, you really feel jealous but you’re still in denial. ♡ He also has feelings for you honestly but since he knew you practically hated so he knew he had NO chance which is why he just shooed his feelings away for you even though he genuinely really liked you. ♡ You get into a rivalary with the girl he liked which led to the two of you arguing publicly and you probably got embarrassed since she revealed to everyone that you liked Joseph. ♡ Joseph actually felt really happy to hear this and the movie ends with the two of you dating but being really good friends as well. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is both of you lying down on his bed while looking at the ceiling and talking about stories you two experienced. Jotaro Kujo ──Not that necessary ♡ The setting would probably be somewhere in the 1990s in america in a tiny town somewhere. ♡ Jotaro never really had a permanent home and by this he constantly moved town to town, which means he never really got close with anyone else in his schools and he’d prefer it that way that he wont just get close to anyone ♡ Though he continues being in arguments and physical fights and one of the fights got him in detention with you, now you in the other hand always get in detention for your little pranks to the teachers or skipping and getting caught, let’s just say that in this movie you’re not really the best student and you didn’t really care moreover mind, but when you saw Jotaro you got a vibe you two will get along. ♡ Since you two were the only ones in the classroom you whisper him to follow you as you two escape the window, he’ll probably groan or grunt at you at first but he’ll eventually follow you to get out of detention without using the front door. ♡ You two escape outside the window and run to a forest nearby probably, he’s not much of a talker so you did the talking for him most of the time, you two will do a lot of things in this movie, such as climbing rooftops of houses or going to playgrounds while talking or just bike around the neighbourhood, getting ice cream. ♡ The conflict here is that he’ll be moving soon and it’s hard for the both of you to be separated, since he doesnt’ want you to get hurt his immature 17 year old self would probably tell you that he doesn’t want to be friends or something that hurts, like “I never liked you as a friend anyways”, “ I just used you.” ♡ You would be heartbroken and deep inside you didn’t know why he would randomly tell these things to you and you would distance yourself from him and school generally that’s how much it affected your friendship. ♡ The ending would probably be upsetting and sad with you being left in the town and with Jotaro leaving, he really thought that he could make you leave him by insulting you but it just made you sad instead of being mad at him honestly. ♡ Though the epilogue would probably give the audiences hope since you two will bump to each other 8 years later as adults. ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably walking to the forest and you doing the talking for him. Josuke Higashikata ──It started at the Diner ♡ The setting would probably be in the 50s in a 50s diner in america. ♡ You were a teenage regular customer there probably a loner and perfect student who’s got everything and is technically bored of life ♡ Everything changed when a bunch of deliquents sat on a table across yours and one of them got your attention the most, he probably saw you staring and you would feel embarrassed honestly and you will hesitate talking to him. ♡ You’ll only probably meet him there but you’ll eventually find him in the town and encounter him everywhere but you still hesitate to talk to him but you two started to talk and there was instant connection. ♡ The iconic scenes you would have with him is probably talking to him in a diner. ♡ The movie would probably also show about your boring life becoming more interesting as you rebel with him, the movie will show the message that teenagers should have fun while they can especially when they are still in their childhood, and that you should never miss the opportunity of meeting new people. ♡ The conflict in the movie is probably your school and your parents and their expectations and the fear that Josuke will be bored of you the more you focus on your education than friends and that he’ll eventually leave you, and how simple things in your life can easily block you from hanging out with him. ♡ The ending would probably be sweet and happy with the two of you spending your whole school year and summer bonding with each other, probably a open ending for the audience to decide. Giorno Giovanna ──Oh to see without my eyes ♡ Two of you are two teenagers in nothern italy which means you’re in a more grassy parts of italy, and you are in a wealthy family. The setting is 80s-90s italy ♡ He honestly goes to the same highschool as you and he was the new student probably. Your movie with him is probably wholesome and calming and peaceful. ♡ You always like going on the waters and beaches and he would just watch splashing water around and swimming. You two enjoy hanging out at nighttime the most, you would run around the town laughing and biking around near the forest and you would have midnight picnics where you would make snacks for the both of you. ♡ It’s instant connection, the day you met you two were already connected and already friends and it stayed until this day. You two eventually also get feelings for each other honestly as you guys hangout everyday to entertain yourselves. He was kind and polite moreover a gentleman ♡ The conflict is that he has a dream, that he wants to becoming a don of a mafia and you couldn’t stop him and instead you just wholeheartedly supported him till he eventually had to leave you to persue his dream, he went missing and missed a lot of school days because of this. ♡ The ending is sad you two never saw each other again and he intentionally did this because he didnt want you to be in danger ♡ Your iconic scene with him is probably you walking on the shore of the ocean with him by your side as you two talk away as you feel the cold touch of the water touching your bare feet as he stays dry on the sand.

Sorry dudes I’m still in part 5 :”DD, srry for typos im tryna speedrun this xD, might do the jobros and jofoes next >:DD

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apiratewhopines · 3 years

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Thanks again to @teamhook for the artwork and being the muse for this one! You wanted a movie fic and I did my best 🙂

Midnight

Chapter 7 — The Slipper

Summary: In which our heroine resets the clock

Chapter 7 on AO3 (That’s all folks!!)

“You’ll never know

How many dreams I dreamed about you”

-It’s Been a Long, Long Time, Bing Crosby

It was receiving the invitation to Arthur and Guinevere’s second wedding that did it. Emma’s fairy godfather stayed in touch after their weekend in the country, offering investment advice for her windfall and acting for all the world like her adopted brother. She knew he felt guilty for finding his happy ending at her expense. Despite her reassurances she messed up her chances hours before he came on the scene, maybe months if she were really honest.

Three months ago, she left the estate a little more scarred, a little less hopeful, and much more wealthy. She paid back the money stolen from Granny but couldn’t bring herself to buy a place in the city like she originally planned. Instead, she took the remainder and invested it per Arthur’s overbearing instruction. She doubled it in a week and tripled that figure by the end of the month.

She still wasn’t satisfied, though. Dreams of a certain blue-eyed man haunted her, his last words whispering through her mind like a mantra and a curse. So she found Neal’s trail again and spent the next couple of weeks looking for him in the shadows and muck. She found him mooching off his mother of all people.

All the hate, anger, and embarrassment she buried deeply at the end of their relationship dissipated the moment she saw him. Why had she given him so much real estate in her mind, allowed the ghost of him to rob her of her sanity and potential happiness?

It was with satisfaction at a job well done rather than his impeding downfall that she turned him over to the local authorities and headed back to the east coast.

By the time she arrived, she was richer and even more lonely.

She was listless and finding no reason to stay, Emma accepted Arthur’s latest proposition that she needed to see the world. Using his numerous estates as a guide, she flitted across the globe, experiencing all the world had to offer and looking. Always looking.

It took her longer than it should have to realize she wouldn’t find what she was missing in the new people she met or the natural wonders she explored. The whole time her mind and soul were calling out for a more familiar setting and a dearer face.

Lancelot was right. She was running scared, and the only thing it was going to get her was absolutely nothing.

The handsome, almost homewrecker had not attempted to reach out since their quiet conversation on the beach, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what he was up to. After calling it quits, he realized the US hadn’t been the best place for him. He returned with great fanfare to France, where he took on the daily running of the family business. He was said to have the Midas touch, working with the locals to improve the processes and products they offered. His vineyard was becoming the trendiest tourist destination in the country.

Not even a month after his departure, the press reported on the fairytale romance of the champagne millionaire and his widowed neighbor, Belle French. The pair’s engagement announcement ran in every major newspaper in the world.

It was quick work, even for Lancelot du Lac. She couldn’t begrudge him, though. He was never truly a bad man, just a regular one who made bad decisions. She could certainly relate.

Cutting her trip short, she returned to the city where it all started, to a tiny loft apartment she rented on a month-by-month basis above Granny’s diner. There didn’t seem to be much point in seeing the world when the only world she was interested in was centered about four hours away.

The news of Killian was more challenging to come by than the other people involved in her charade, but that only made it more precious. A charity fundraiser here, a life saved there, the ever-present and never changing picture on the hospital website she checked so often it was now saved as her homepage. She thought glimpses and scraps were all she was entitled to at first. However, the longer she tried to resist his pull, the more she started to think maybe she did deserve a chance.

Maybe she wasn’t too late.

Staring at the thick cream-colored invitation with scrolling words waxing romance, dates, and times, she came to a decision and packed her bags.

—

It wasn’t hard to find the exact location of their meeting. It was burned into Emma’s memory. Their initial encounter cemented as one of those moments that seem routine when they happen but take root in your fate and grow, threading through every aspect of your life until all traces of happiness are tied to one serendipitous second in time.

After departing from Arthur’s estate in a chauffeured car all those months ago, she had returned to this spot and found her Bug right where she left it. Someone, probably the Prince Charming she was determined to break, had filled the tank with gas. So, she bid adieu to Arthur’s employee and drove off into the sunset all alone. Like she did everything.

Nothing had changed about the place in the intervening months. It was thirty minutes to midnight. The dark sky was clear, stars twinkling from space and the moon a tiny thumbnail above the evergreens. She would wait all night if she had to, but sooner or later, she would catch her quarry.

Emma Swan always got her man.

Unfortunately, she didn’t always get him on her first try. She waited for a couple hours the first night, but no black BMW could be seen cresting the hill. Admitting defeat, she went back to her hotel and vowed to try again.

She knew she could have sprung an unannounced visit on him at his job. After all, it wasn’t difficult to pick out his dark sedan in the parking lot when she cruised by the hospital several times a day. Nor would it have been difficult to track down his address and ambush him one evening when he returned home. The idea had a lot of appeal since his place lived in a variety of fantasies involving oversized shirts and pancakes.

Deep down, she knew after she had robbed him of his choice so many times in their brief acquaintance, it would be wrong to show up and act like nothing happened. She needed to allow him to invite her back in or send her away.

God, she hoped he invited her in.

It took three nights, but eventually, she saw headlights. Smoothing down the hem of her black tank top over her skinny jeans, she took a cleansing breath and stepped out into the middle of the road.

She had no doubt it was him, the cautious pace slicing through the night at exactly the same time as before. She could even tell the precise moment he spotted her in the bright lights of his high beams, the luxury car swerving slightly into the other lane. It was less than a minute later he rolled to a stop about ten feet away.

Then, nothing. The silence of a door not opening was deafening.

Maybe this was her answer.

She wished she could see past the glare and through the windshield. Look into his eyes at least once more and tell him everything she figured out over the past couple of months. The same things he had tried to say to her before he left.

Finally, a lifetime later, she heard the door open. She felt every footfall in the far reaches of her heart, each measured step in time with the rapid beating in her chest. She was lightheaded with longing, her eyes frantically trying to adjust between light and dark and make out Killian’s beloved form in the nighttime.

“Fancy meeting you here, Captain.”

There was another long pause and then he stepped into the narrow, car-sized area of light. He was even more handsome than she remembered. The static, professionally staged photo on the website never did him justice in the first place. “Emma, when did you get back?”

She heard the question for what it really was, ‘Emma, why are you here?’

Smiling past her nerves, she took a step closer. He looked like the proverbial deer in the highlights, like any sudden movement would cause him to turn tail and run. She did this to him. It was her fault her cocky Prince Charming looked spooked. “A couple of days ago. I need a ride to Misthaven. I’m late for an appointment.”

“An appointment? It’s almost midnight. I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu.”

“You see, there’s a man. He’s actually the best thing that ever happened to me. But I felt like I didn’t deserve him, like I didn’t deserve anyone, really, so I ran. Several times. And even though I pushed him away and ruined everything, I need to let him know that he was never nothing. His feelings were never nothing. As a matter of fact, he’s come to mean everything to me, and I wanted to tell him I was sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Taking a step forward, he stood nearly toe to toe with her. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, his face twisted in thought, hands hanging in fists at his side. “Is that so?”

Reaching out, she placed her hands on his shoulders and she looked up into his eyes, whispering, “I’ve loved you since you let me have all the bites with whipped cream. I was just too scared to admit it.”

She waited when all she wanted to do was pull him closer and bury her face in his neck, inhale his intoxicating scent again and taste his skin. She had said what she needed to say, but it didn’t give her the right to waltz back into his life if that wasn’t what he wanted. “Killian, I—“

Her words were cut off by his abrupt kiss. He grabbed her like he was drowning and she was the only thing that could save him. His chest heaving and lips brutal in their quest. He hitched her up slightly, settling her against the hood of his car. He half leaned over her as he continued to explore every neglected inch of her mouth, every lonely corner of her soul. When he finally broke off his passionate embrace, his breathing was ragged and his voice harsh with emotion. “I have big plans for you and whipped cream, love.”

Laughter filled the inches between them, his forehead resting against hers. Peppering his face with soft kisses, her fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, she teased, “Prove it.”

—

The trail of clothes leading to the bedroom remained untouched for days. They survived the early days of their relationship on pancakes, whipped cream, and borrowed shirts.

Over the years, people asked her when she knew Killian Jones was the one. Her answer was always the same.

At the stroke of midnight.

Every night for the rest of their lives.

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cherrywoes · 3 years

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002 | CONTROL

002.

Strong language, some sexual references.

YOU DIDN'T SEE USHIJIMA for over a month after that particular incident. Between your various promotions in Brazil, Paris, and Venice by Akaashi's requests, you had no time for homebound work much less returning to Tokyo for a brief siesta with the man who was plaguing your dreams. He was a menace even when he wasn't there with you—not that you were necessarily complaining. Just the thought of him got you off faster than anything else you could have produced in the heat of the moment, and it surprised you every time the aftershocks wore off and you were trying to catch your breath.

If it were anyone else, you would have been ashamed every time thoughts of that photoshoot kept you awake until three in the morning or blindsided you in the middle of company meetings while Akaashi was briefing you on how you should do your runway turns and pauses for the crowd to show off the ridiculous slits in the gowns he'd designed for a summer collection.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a different breed of man entirely, you'd give him that much.

Gnawing on the cap of your pen, you tapped your fingers on the corner of your desk and eyed the reference photos Akaashi had sent you so you would know how you would be appearing on the runway. A lot of them were primarily focused on shoulders, knees, calves, and hips, with an unusual emphasis on the curvature of your neck. You scribbled down a note to start your neck exercises to make sure the skin was taut and smooth before the show and, as an afterthought, sadly crossed out sugar from your diet plan.

Sometimes you hated your dietitian's planners. Your meals were planned out from morning to noon, with small snacks in between usually of protein shakes and fruit with a limited amount. While you sometimes cheated and drank soda or ate oatmeal with enough sugar to sink a battleship, you usually stuck to your diet even if it was something you didn't like—you eyed the plate of asparagus, spinach, and salmon sitting on your desk that you'd poked around at but had yet to eat. You'd most likely skip the meal entirely and replace it with something else later.

Before you could close your laptop for the night and squirm out of the designer shirt and pants you wore, the gaping slash from neck to navel leaving you chilly, a facetime call popped up on your screen, reading 'Annoying Ass Cat' or, simply, Kuroo.

You answered without a second thought. You hadn't had time to see either him or Kenma like you had wanted besides intercepting their bills and paying them yourself, even though the gamer was cautiously making his way back into the scene much to his fans delight. You would pop in the chats whenever you had the time, the time zone difference manageable for you. While it was 2PM in Tokyo, it was 6AM in Venice, right as you were waking up and eating breakfast, so you'd watch and interact with Kenma while you got ready for the day. Kuroo was there sometimes or was at work depending on the day, but you were happy to see your boys were okay even if it was through a gaming stream.

"[Name]!" Kuroo exclaimed as the screen came up, revealing your bare face and the backdrop of nighttime over Venice in the window behind you. He was sitting somewhere in the kitchen and you could see Kenma poke his head from around a corner when he shouted your name. "How's Venice? No, how was Paris? Your Instagram was full of pictures there especially."

You laughed and set your pen down on a notepad. "It's really beautiful here, I promise. I prefer Venice over Paris though, there's a tranquility here that Paris just doesn't have. But I only have one more show before Akaashi's letting me fly home for a while."

"That's good, me and Kenma miss you," he said with a wide grin. You watched the shorter male nod in agreement behind him and add,"I miss playing COD with you and ignoring Kuroo."

"Hey!" said male gasped, offended.

"I miss you guys too." You smiled and leaned back in your chair, picking the pen back up and twirling it between your fingers. "Kenma, have you gotten rid of your… uh… worm problem?"

He scowled at you briefly when you snorted at your little joke. "Yes, I have. The doctors said I should be perfectly healthy by next week."

"Finally," Kuroo guffawed. "I'm tired of thinking they're gone and then have them come right back and you get sick again."

Kenma just shrugged. You laughed lightly and opened your mouth to comment on the new clothes Kuroo was wearing since they were from Akaashi's collection when your phone pinged with a message.

"Who's that?" Kuroo asked when you reached over to pick up your phone, flipping the screen face up to scan the contact name. He watched your eyes slowly widen and a dark blush creep up your face, darker than he'd ever seen it in normal lighting, and a strangled squeak force its way past your lips. "[Name]?"

You worried at your bottom lip, glancing at the name 'Ushijima' sitting innocently in your notifications and then back to Kuroo and Kenma, who were both silently waiting for your answer to who it was. You could tell them, of course, and you would feel guilty for it—because Ushijima was your best kept fantasy, as much as you'd deny it, and the incident at the beach wasn't something you wanted to share with either of them. They were your best friends, but you had to draw the line in the sand somewhere…

And you were drawing it at Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"Akaashi has a dress he wants me to model," you choked out, ignoring Ushijima's text and opening up Akaashi's contact to pull up the risque dress he'd sent you when you landed in Venice. It didn't bother you but you needed an excuse for the flush on your face; Kuroo wouldn't know the difference. It was a bright orange number, more akin to two banners of silk wrapped around your throat and taped to cover your breasts and angle between your legs, held together by a heavy jeweled belt. You held your phone up to the laptop camera and heard Kenma let out a surprised grunt. "I know. It's not his usual work, but he wanted something for summer and… well. That's summer."

Kuroo seemed appeased by your answer, at least. "I think you could pull it off. I'll have to watch the show when it airs."

You felt relief too soon. If there was anything you didn't want either of them to do it was watch this particular show, filled with more skin and silk and nudity than you'd ever show them in polite company, your current shirt aside. It was almost like showing yourself to two overtly awkward boyfriends and expecting them to ignore you, which they wouldn't, and try not to evoke certain reactions, which they would. But you couldn't exactly tell them that, now could you?

"Way to inspire anxiety," you said, instead, fingers hovering over Ushijima's unread text. You sorely wanted to read it, but you couldn't in front of them. It felt too secret, too intimate, even though you hadn't exchanged another word with the man besides the text he'd sent you as you had left the shoot that day. "If I trip and fall it's your fault."

Kuroo grinned rakishly. "I'd bet on it."

You spent a few more moments talking to them before excusing yourself for bed. It was midnight where you were and you were getting drowsy, but the thought of Ushijima's text was enough to get you going. You would probably crash later, but your curiosity was killing you.

With a few air kisses to them both, you ended the call and stared at your phone lying on your desk, as if such a simple piece of technology didn't have the capability of turning your emotions upside down.

"Here goes nothing," you mumbled and opened the text, holding your breath and your hand over your mouth.

'Congratulations.'

Underneath he'd attached an image, and it took you a few minutes to realize what you were looking at. The main piece, which he was referring to, was a glossy magazine cover with you plastered on the front in Akaashi's lingerie line, where you'd been seated on a throne, given a scepter, and a crown that was tastefully askew on your head. You had the same photo printed and framed in Akaashi's office, one of his favorites, and your first front cover for this magazine. The magazine was laying in his lap, legs spread in what looked like an expensive leather chair, and you just barely made out the toe of his shoes and the pinstripes in his pants. You did see Nox's ear in the top corner, making you giggle just a bit.

You felt just a little pathetic at analyzing every facet of the innocent photo, but you assured yourself that you were just curious and you could learn a lot from how someone took photos.

'Thank you,' you typed back, then pulled your lip between your teeth. What else to add? 'I didn't think you'd see that, haha.'

Too nervous to watch him potentially reply, you tossed your phone on your hotel bed and pulled on your pajamas, ignoring the ping of his text back while you pulled your t-shirt over your head. When you were comfortable and felt somewhat more calm, you burrowed underneath the heavy hotel sheets and opened the text.

'Why wouldn't I?' He'd written. 'You're very eye catching, [Name]. Although that isn't what I texted you for.'

Anxiety hit you like a truck.

'Then what did you need?'

You gnawed on your nail, careful not to leave marks on the filed tips, and watched as three little periods popped up as he typed his reply. He took his time, that was for certain, and you were expecting a paragraph by the time he'd finished, but to your surprise—your heart fluttered and dropped down to your belly when you read it—it was just one simple word.

'You.'

You never regretted falling asleep more in your life. Somehow you'd gotten too comfortable and your eyes had slipped closed against your will. You'd slept until your alarm woke you and you'd sworn it was just a dream, except you nearly spit out your black coffee when you went back to the texts that morning. You felt bad about not replying, but soon it left your mind in a flurry of silks, chiffon, and lace and the chaos that was Akaashi's fashion show.

The next time you thought about those texts, it was on your flight home to Tokyo. You'd had a few glasses of champagne to celebrate not tripping on the runway, much to Kuroo's disappointment, and had typed a reply without a thought to the consequences of replying over a week later.

'Why me?' It was simple but you'd lost the nerve to type anything more. You'd have to have more to drink to type up anything more than that. Surprisingly, he was awake so early in the morning: a glance at the clock revealed it was 2 A.M. What was he doing awake so late?

'Why not you?' Was his reply, as if that explained anything.

Frustrated, you downed the rest of your champagne and requested for something stronger from the flight attendant. She blinked at you in surprise, but went to retrieve a bottle of whiskey like you'd asked while you typed up another alcohol fueled reply.

'You don't even know me,' you typed, nails clacking against the screen,'and other than nearly cumming on your leg in front of fifteen photographers, I don't know you either.'

With a huff, you slammed your phone down right as the flight attendant returned with a bottle of high grade whiskey. You drank straight from the bottle instead of using a glass, praising the perks of flying first class, and watched as Ushijima's response lit up your phone.

'I know more about you than you think, [Name].'

Eyebrows furrowing, you sat back in your seat and stared at the screen, dumbfounded and a little buzzed.

'What the hell does that mean?'

He never answered you after that. You pounded back the rest of the bottle in less than an hour and curled up on the couch near the back, knowing fully well that you'd wake up nursing the worst hangover known to man. You never did handle alcohol well, or at all. But you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was an infuriatingly handsome enigma wrapped up in a quiet, stern package with a dash of mischief that seemed rare and unseen. You wanted to unwrap this mystery and with every interaction he just seemed to add more layers, more mystery to himself, so much so that you couldn't help but wonder who he really was, or what he wanted with you.

By the time you got back to Tokyo, it was six in the morning. The airport was unusually empty and besides the paparazzi catching you and snapping a few photos of your "airport outfit"—a loose Gucci Oxford button up (which was Akaashi's and somehow made it into your bag, probably after he'd given it to you when you spilled tea all over yourself last week) half tucked and draped over a pair of leggings with tasteful ladders cut into the thighs and knees—and shouted several questions at you even though your hangover made you want to beat the hell out of your skull.

"[Name], you look awful." Ayano greeted you at the exit, wearing designer everything from head to toe and looking exceptionally glamorous for it. You could faintly smell men's cologne on her and automatically assumed she had been on a date—or was just finishing up a hookup, judging by how she'd tried to fix her makeup and failed. "Don't you have breakfast plans with that famous dietitian?"

"Who?" You squinted into the dawn sunlight and fumbled for a pair of sunglasses in your purse, slapping them on your face with a grimace. "You mean Iwaizumi Hajime? One, he's a sports dietitian, and two, I'm only doing it to track down where the hell Oikawa went so I can wring his pretty little neck."

"That sounds like an unexplored kink," Ayano teased. She snickered when you slapped her lightheartedly; she seemed much better off being able to go home earlier than you had. "I'm joking. I don't know where exactly in Argentina he went. I'm sure if anyone knows it's Iwaizumi."

You hummed in agreement. "Which is why I need you to figure out his schedule so I can jump in on his breakfast or lunch."

She sighed. "I knew there was something you weren't telling me."

"But you love me," you grinned, blowing her a kiss and hopping in the passenger seat with renewed gusto despite your pounding headache.

Ayano stepped into the driver's seat a moment later with an even more exaggerated sigh. "Unfortunately."

Thirty minutes and a few well placed bribes later, you had a printout of Iwaizumi's schedule from Monday to Sunday, with even fine details written in the margins. You flicked the paper out and pushed your sunglasses up, holding it up against the sunlight so you could read and block it at the same time.

"Breakfast at Onigiri Miya," you read slowly, eyebrows raising. "Orders the plain Onigiri and soy sauce with water to drink; later has a twenty milligram protein shake and salmon patties for a snack. Who wrote this, a superfan disguised as a pseudo secretary?"

Ayano groaned and turned the music down at your observation. "Are you going to go or not? Because we're here."

Your gaze darted forward to look around. "Where?"

She gestured to the small building she'd parked outside. "Onigiri Miya."

It was a cozy little shop, you'd give that. Ayano had allowed you to change before dropping you off, so now you wore a pair of Louboutins, a stylish pair of washed jeans, and the same button up but tucked in tight underneath a plain Chanel belt. A few of the morning customers eyed you as you walked in, but to your surprise no one was at the counter.

You spotted Iwaizumi Hajime out of the corner of your eye while you waited, completely oblivious to your presence and enjoying his Onigiri and soy sauce. The schedule had been right after all. You pursed your lips and turned your head back to face the menu, except there was now a man standing in front of you—and judging by the way he was looking at you, he recognized you, his eyes slightly wide.

"I—Uh—How can I help you?" He blustered, running a hand through his yellow hair. His nametag read 'Miya Atsumu' and underneath, scrawled in permanent marker, was an angry 'Part-Timer'. "Would you like to know the specials for today?"

"No thank you. I'll take the plain Onigiri, please, and water." You smiled and took pleasure in the way he blushed all the way to the roots of his hair. He was a handsome man, you had to say, if a little awkward.

"Sure thing!" Atsumu put in your order and you paid with your card. When he went to the back, he said,"Switch!"

You tapped your fingernails against the counter and observed the scratches in the cheap tile. When you looked up again, a bored grin on your face, you felt your stomach shrivel up and try to escape to the floor at the familiar face before you.

"Terushima Yuuji," you said sourly, grin fading to a harsh line. "What a surprise."

"[Name]?" He had the balls to look surprised to see you standing there—and really, he should be. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of you since you'd ended things with him when he cheated on you several months ago. "Wow. You look… good."

"Of course I do." You scowled and held out your hand. "My change?"

"Oh. Uh… Here. Three sixty." He dropped it into your waiting palm. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Am I not allowed to be here?" You questioned, your voice acidic. Your plan to ambush Iwaizumi was put on the back burner so you could rip Terushima a new one. Seeing his face after all this time made you want to beat him to a bloody pulp. "Whatever. Give me my Onigiri and I'll leave."

"But—"

"Goodbye." You twirled on your heel and headed for the door to sit outside where you weren't in the same room as him.

What you weren't expecting was the warmth of soup being tossed at the back of your head, or the feeling of hands clawing into your hair.

Six years of Taijutsu training kicked in and before you knew it, you had a girl sprawled out on the floor, her nose streaming vermillion rivers and her lip swelling up to concerning proportions. Your knuckles burned with the force and before you could nudge her body away, Yuuji leaped forward to check on the girl with panicked eyes.

"Babe?" He shook her, only receiving a groan in reply. "Answer me!"

Oh, this day just couldn't have gotten any worse could it? And it was all Oikawa's fault.

003.

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weekend - fmdverification self para.

date: summer 2021. character(s) involved: mentions of maverick & the dogs. about: full writing verification for weekend by @fmdjiah. while reading through comments on his instagram while sitting in his uncle’s and aunt’s café, he reads fans saying that duri “can do whatever he wants.” so, with that inspiration (among the other inspiration of the café itself), duri writes a carefree song about doing the things that you want to do on the weekend. the song doesn’t make it on his album, but he’s really, really excited about it going to a really good friend. trigger warnings: n/a. notes: another saga of duri writing in random places. thank u anna for letting duri write weekend <3. i wrote this whole thing while blasting weekend in my ears,, taeyeon inspo queen. word count: 2,325.

he had gotten up that morning, it being one of his free days to really just do whatever. maverick was doing what they had to do for the day, so they were both doing separate things for a little bit during the day. instead of being at home, duri had decided to leave the house to really just hang around on his own for a bit. he grabs one of his notebooks, just incase, before he heads out the door, and does his usual routine of popping in earbuds, before going on his way of finding something to do. simply, he really looked forward to having some relaxation after a lot of working. truly, he wondered what it was that he wanted to do, and he knew he could do as he wanted today, which he planned on doing. after a while, he had decided that he wanted to visit his uncle’s and aunt’s café - one of his favorite places to be. sat on a corner of an itaewon street, decorated so nicely outside and instead, with an aura and atmosphere that was so sweet. he had entered, greeting everyone, before holding a slice of cheesecake and getting an iced coffee. it was a rather warm day, so he had wanted to switch up his usual order. he took his things, before he’d sat down by the window. he takes pictures, before posting it on his instagram, making sure to make a suitable caption, and waited for comments to roll in. simply, it had always felt a bit odd with how this would go, and he still wasn’t sure if it was something that he was used to. but, he liked sharing things with his fans, so he was more than okay with it. however, as comments rolled in, there seemed to be a lot of complaints about café photos. however, a few of the comments had stuck out - much like a sore thumb, but in a good way. “he’s duri, he can do whatever he wants.”

it’s weird how inspiration strikes, isn’t it?

he grabs his notebook and pen, opening it up to a fresh page. the atmosphere of his uncle’s and aunt’s café, the instagram comments, what he had gotten today, and looking outside the window had seemingly hit duri with inspiration. he starts with some things that he likes, like going to the beach, or watching movies at home, under the guise of having his theatre. truth be told, it had always felt like that in a way. here, he starts the song off talking about how he can do whatever it is that he likes. simply, duri was going to really just use his current day as an inspiration for the song, it seemed like a rather good idea to him. most mornings, maverick and duri have to have an alarm going to make sure they get out of bed - even if they didn’t have much sleep or they were awake anyways, they always had to make sure they were on time. so, he includes that in the lyrics, as well as the sound of the alarm in the form of spoken beeps. he mentions how it lingers in the ears, but this morning was one where he didn’t have a wakeup call that rushed him - a worry he didn’t have on a free day. he liked that part of the song, deciding it was time to move onto the next.

his eyes look over the table that he’s sat at by the window, seeing the things that he ordered. he sees how he’s taken a bite out of cheesecake and have an ice coffee sat there, sweating a bit. he picked it up, taking a sip, and placing it back down. his hand gets back to writing, where he uses his spread of things as inspiration. he talks about the bite of cheesecake, as well as a full glass of coffee. he decides to talk about having it iced and how it’s something that’s relaxing. iced coffee was rather comfortable in summer, even if he was more of a hot coffee type of person. but, it seemingly made sense for the song. he moves to talk about how it’s suddenly tweleve o’clock when looking at the clock, however it’s okay because he isn’t in a rush today. it is a few day after all, he has nowhere to go, nowhere to be. he was doing what he wanted that day. he goes back to that morning, about how he yawned and stretched, as well as how he was thinking about what he was doing that day. truth be told, the possibilities were endless and he hopes people get that when listening to the song.

his eyes look out of the window as he feels himself stuck on what to say next. sunlight is seemingly pouring into the window, warming him up from the cold air conditioning of the café. that’s when the next part hits him, deciding to talk about looking at the window, seeing past the season of summer, as well as the sunlight knocking on his heart, with a breeze taking him a way - as today held a small breeze. it made sense, considering sunlight is seemingly one of duri’s favorite things. not to mention, it made sense, as it was all about this free day, nonetheless. on the side of the page, however, duri writes notes about the clouds, as well as the atmosphere of the café, and the pretty clothes of people walking by. those were things he wasn’t using yet, as it didn’t seem to make sense yet - but, he wanted to remember those items. he moves onto what he believes to be the chorus, already having something in his mind. duri decides to refer to the free day as being a “weekend” as that seemed to make the most sense to him in the long run. so, he takes that idea to begin writing it. he talks about wanting to leave when the weekend (aka a free day) comes around and how on that day, he’s able to do what he wants - whatever his mind comes up with. he looks back at the note that he wrote down, transferring into actual words in this part, talking about being free as they move along. he decides to include the beginning of the song into the next few lines - something that he would come back to a few times, as it fit rather well. he references going on a drive - it’s something that he wouldn’t personally do, but how else do you get to the beach, right? however, he references his walk over. saying it’s okay to go on a walk, leaving everything to where his feet takes him. that was how he got here in the first place, wasn’t it? with that, he finishes the first verse and the chorus.

his pen taps the table softly, making sure he isn’t disturbing anyone around him with it. he was doing it to put his mind into working gears, to come up with something else for the song. writing after the chorus was always a bit of a trouble, so he goes over what he already wrote to help him out. that’s when he starts writing again, this time being more about how he’s ignoring the stories of the world for just this one day because he’s doing what he wants and how he’s pulling his own day together. then he talks about there being no stress on the “weekend” and that he’s not going to worry about it anymore for the time being, it’s something that he’s moving over to the right, left, and right. it was a fun little part with the words, something that made him giggle a bit. he’s talks of going a new way, but saying he doesn’t need a map when he’s rolling the streets - to be fair, he did grow up in seoul, so he really knows where he’s going, even if he’s going somewhere that he hasn’t really been before or really explored. however, he continues to go because it’s fun, he’s continuing on up - however, he writes that in more of a fun way.

his eyes shoot to look outside again, eyes watching the flowers across the way, with a bench nearby. that had always been a really nice sight, and seeming, it seemed to fit in after the part that he just wrote. so, he decided to write about taking a break from the sunlight, to sit on the bench for a little bit, after looking at flowers that he didn’t know - to be quite honest, he doesn’t believe he’s ever seen them before. that, or he wasn’t able to put his finger on what they were. nonetheless, it made for really nice inspiration that he was sure to use. he looked at them for a while, being sure to include that in the song itself. duri then mentions steps getting slower on the adventure, trying to catch his own shadow - showing off a bit of a playfulness, something that was probably really just lingered deep in the song. however, he keeps this pace as he walks with the sun - the star that’s really his friend in a way, whom would soon move into his nighttime friend of the moon, something that he wants to upkeep - something that he writes down. he takes the first part of the chorus, writing it down again - as it seemed like the right time to start a new chorus.

duri takes a short break for more cheesecake and coffee - as he focused more on writing the song, rather than the things that he paid for, even when his uncle and aunt wished he wouldn’t pay for things. there’s a short time that he talks to his aunt, as she checked up on him, before the busy café whisked her away. but, before she had left to attend to duties, she leaves a tall glass of lemonade when duri doesn’t notice - she had to give her something free, just because that always made her feel better - even when duri wanted to pay for everything. he placed the empty plate that once held cheesecake to the side, as well as the empty cup that contained iced coffee. the ice cubes seemingly just melting in the sunlight. he moved the lemonade closer, before getting back to work. it was something he would sip on while working.

when thinking about plans, he really realized that there were no actual plans for the day. but, that was something that made it perfect. so, he wrote it down to start off the next part. he then talks about a secret place that he discovered, keeping his bags there to stay in the exciting place for the weekend. however, the bags are simply small, considering it was a small trip - something that he didn’t get often. he thinks upon the alley behind the café, where he talks about how something pleasant waits for him there and he’ll meet that and excitement. oddly enough, the back alley was always a place that he liked as a child, so he wanted to relate his childhood excitement into the song. not to mention, at the end of the alley has always sat an ice cream shop, so, to him, it had always been exciting. he makes a mention of his heart pounding all day, as having no plans for the “weekend” was rather exciting. his eyes look back to his notes, where he reads over what he wrote there. he decided this was time to talk about the nutty aroma in the café that day - but, instead, referencing it as a coffee shop, as it sounded better in the song. he mentions the pretty clothes that caught his eye. next, duri moves onto writing the chorus once again, the beginning of the song itself, as well as another part of the chorus.

however, when he read it over again, something was missing from the last pre-chorus itself. which would take him a bit to think about. so, he sits back in the chair, taking sips of the icy lemonade as he thinks. then, he writes down a line “do it for the weekend,” which he writes twice. then he goes onto a next part, thinking about something. however, he realizes that he has always been the type of person to hesitate to do what he wants. so, he writes about not wanting to hesitate to do the things that he likes anymore. with that, duri was finished. so, he takes that and transfers it to somewhere cleaner, to fix any mistakes that he made, and making it cleaner. it took a bit, fixing grammar, and everything like that. but, it had finally been finished and he was happy that he took his free day, or as he was saying in the song “weekend”, to write the song. at the top, he titles the song “weekend.”

he closes the notebook itself, and makes his way with his dishes to the kitchen, where he’d clean them. it was something that he always did. upon doing that, he’d talk with his uncle and aunt for a bit, before saying goodbyes. he’d let his feet take him somewhere else, much like the song that he just wrote.

weekend is a song that he shows to bc entertainment. however, they decide it’s something that wouldn’t go on duri’s next album. however, bc entertainment takes it and gives it to jiah - which duri is incredibly excited about, as it’s a fun song that he really likes going to a good friend. he was incredibly happy that it was being used, especially since he doesn’t tend to do a lot of fun, carefree songs in general.

#fmdverification #⌜ self para. ⌝

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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Do you have any tan lines? Nope. Have you ever wished you could stop time? Yes. I’ve also wished I could speed it up. Is there any pictures on the wall you're in? Yeah, there’s several. Who was the last person who called you? My mom. Did you make any money today? No.

Have you ever fallen and twisted your ankle? No. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I haven’t jumped from anywhere. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? No. Ever been so unfortunate to slip on wet rocks? Nope. When was the last time you got completely soaked by rain? It’s been a long time. One of the times that comes to mind is when my mom, aunt, a former friend, and I were at an outdoor festival and we got caught in an unexpected rain storm. It just started pouring down hard and we were not prepared at all. We had to run back to our car, which was parked a good distance away and yeah we were absolutely soaked.

Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I’d love to be able to book a beach vacation getaway. Would you ever consider culinary school? No. I’m not a cook and have no interest in trying to become one. Do you ever watch the clouds, to see if they look like objects/animals etc? I did when I was a kid sometimes. When was the last time you didn't want to get out of bed? That’s me everyday. It’s a real struggle. Are you excited for anything coming up in the near future? No. My foreseeable future consists of more doctors and appointments and struggles and spending most of my time in bed. Speaking of dancing, do you know any real dance moves? I know them, but I can’t do them. Do you save cards from your birthday/x-mas, etc? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? A shirt. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? One of my favorite covers is Adele’s cover of George Michael’s “Fast Love” that she preformed at an award show in honor of him after he died. I can only describe it as hauntingly beautiful. I really wish she would have released a studio version of it. When was the last time you printed something off? I don’t recall; it’s been awhile. Are you one of those people who can learn music/songs by ear? No, I wish. There was a guy in my piano class I took my senior year in high school that could do that. It was really cool. Has the power gone out recently? No, but I have a feeling it will happen soon. It always does when we have a lot of triple digit degree weather, which is what this week has consisted of. Do you like driving at night? I don’t drive, but I like nighttime drives. Like, whenever I travel I love leaving really early when it’s still dark out. It’s a different experience. Does seeing roadkill make you sad, or just grossed out? Both. Does wearing heels make you feel sexier? I don’t wear heels. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? The piano can sound that way. What day do you go back to school (if you're in school)? I’m forever done with school. When was the last time you've gone shopping with a friend? It’s been a few years. Do you ever go out to dinner with your Mom? We haven’t physically gone out to eat for dinner in quite a long time. What is your favorite kind of salad dressing? Ranch. Have you ever bought fireworks? Not me personlly, but my dad and brother do every 4th of July. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Sometimes, but I ultimately decide if I want to see it or not. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Sure. Who was the last person/website to send you an email? I don’t feel like checking. Has your phone ever rang and scared you? Yeah. I’m such a jumpy person anyway. If you have a cat, does it ever "converse" with you? I don’t have a cat. If given the chance, would you ever fly in a fighter plane like the F-16? No. Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? Uh, YES. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? No. Do you support the funds designed to protect endangered animals? (Like WWF). I haven’t done much myself to support them, but I’m glad they exist. What type of a drunk are you? (Obnoxious, calm, emotional, violent, etc) I was a chatty drunk. I feel like I was annoying, ha. I was also the sad drunk. Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? I love the name Alexander. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? Uhh, depends. If you're not already, when do you plan on getting married? I don’t want to get married. Can you tolerate the smell of cigarette smoke? Nooo. It honestly makes me sick, like I get lightheaded and dizzy, I get nauseous, and I get a really bad headache. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? I sometimes tap my fingers and hands. Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? No. Was there something that "made your day" today? It literally just turned midnight, so today is just now starting. Do you have a favorite kind of chocolate bar? White chocolate. Are you happy that it's summer? Ugh, no. It’s hot and miserable. Is there anything that you should be doing right now? I’m about to make my nightly bowl of ramen. Has anyone had expectations that you just couldn't live up to? (finishing this a couple hours later...) That’s how I’ve been feeling. Are you currently in a relationship? If so, how long have you been dating? Nope. Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? Nah. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Wow, this question makes it seem like they’re so futuristic and rare lol. Yes, I use electric toothbrushes. Are you or anyone you know devoted to "being green"? Not overly so, no. When it comes election time, do you vote (if you're old enough)? Yes. What was the last movie you watched that was on TV? I watched Fear 1994 on Netflix recently if that counts. How long have you had an account on bzoink? I don’t have an account on bzoink. Do strapless bras work for you? I don’t like them. I only wear them if I have to, like with a dress. Do you have a favorite hair elastic that you use almost always? No. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/ were planning on it/etc? No. When you were younger, did you have a yoyo? I did. I couldn’t do any tricks, though. What was the last video game you played, if any? Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Has anyone ever called you nerdy? Yeah. Have you ever had to call 911? Yes. Has there ever been a tornado near where you live? No, fortunately. Are you a rollercoaster addict? Noo. I’m a big scardy cat. Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? No. I’m very self-conscious about my legs. About my body in general, really. If you have iTunes, do you find the Genius recommendations helpful? I don’t even recall what that is; I haven’t used iTunes in almost 10 years. Are you quick at looking up numbers in phonebooks/ words in dictionaries? Phonebooks, wow. I haven’t used a phonebook or actual dictionary in yearsssss thanks to the Internet/Google. Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) Lucille Ball. Out of Biology, Chemistry and Physics, which are you the best at? None of those. Is there a friend you can always talk to about anything? I don’t have any friends. Can you stand spicy foods? Not anymore. :( It’s gotta have like barely anything like McDonald’s or Taco Bell mild hot sauce type of stuff. It’s wild because I used to be obSESSED with spicy food. I put hot sauce on everything and had a high spicy tolerance. Then a few years ago I developed a sensitivity and I can’t even have red pepper flakes now. It sucks. What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? Hey, do what you want. I’ll admit the really stretched out lobes freak me out, though. Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? To me they can be either one, it just depends. What is your school mascot? -- Do you find black and white photos to be pretty? Yeah. Food you make doesn't taste as good as food made by others, true? Sometimes. Especially foods like sandwiches for some reason. I think they’re way better when my mom or a deli makes them. Is there a certain color that doesn't look good on you? I don’t think I look good in anything, so. Have you ever heard anything interesting about Nova Scotia, Canada? Not that I can recall. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No, thankfully. Do you know when you will get to see your significant other next? I’m single. What's the book you're currently reading? ”Such a Good Girl” by Willow Rose. Is your room currently a disaster? No. If going to a concert, do you prefer it to be outside or in a stadium? Definitely in a stadium.

Do you have a case for your camera? I use the camera on my phone, which I do have a case for. Can your cellphone take a beating? I’ve dropped it a few times and so far so good. Is there a month you prefer over others? October and December. Do you ever buy lottery tickets? Just a couple of times. Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? A Clockwork Orange is one. Are you more of a tape or a glue person? Tape. Of course, it does depend on what I’m doing. In some cases, glue is the better option. Has anyone you know gotten mono? Not that I know of. What is/or was your graduating year? I graduated UC in 2015. Have you had a weird dream lately? All my dreams are weird. Have you ever gotten an autograph from someone famous? Yes. Do you own a pair of slippers? No. Do you ever watch VHS movies anymore? No. I don’t even recall the last time. Has your computer ever decided to completely erase itself? No, but I’ve lost stuff because of viruses back in the day. :(

Only when the power goes out do we realize how much we rely on it, true? It definitely becomes quite apparent quite quickly. Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? No. Can you say yes / no in different languages? ”Si” and “No”, ha. Are you good at styling your own hair? No. Especially not anymore since I just don’t have the motivation or energy to do anything with my hair, which is why it was always up in a bun. I finally just cut it really short and have been wearing a cute wig if I go somewhere cause that’s all I can to do right now. I am sad, though. It was so long. Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? The Scarlett Witch and Iron Man. What color is the shirt you're wearing right now? Black. Have you ever been lost? Physically and figuratively, yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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solennitawrites · 3 years

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The Voice in the Silence, Part II

The pandemic has really been getting to me. I’ve been hearing a voice in the silence, and it wants to hurt me.

It’s me again, Emilia. It looks like my first post did go through but...I lost a week. Yes, an entire week.

The last thing I remember is the voice, calling my name in a thundering whisper that drowned out every other sound in the world. It was like...like a pull, like it wanted me to come with it, and I didn't want to but I couldn't resist it. I can't describe the voice in any other way but evil. Except...there was a spark of familiarity in it. Something in the voice felt like I knew it, somehow?

I'm sitting in my car in an empty parking lot right now. It's around 3am and I have no idea how I got here. According to Maps, I'm hours away from my house, from my beach, from my parents. I can't even imagine how scared and, honestly, furious they are at me. I can't bring myself to respond to any of their thousand messages or calls because...what would I even say? Hola mami, papi, sorry for disappearing for a week--I'm fine, just a few hundred miles away and no idea what happened to me in the last week, los quiero!

Yeah, I don't think so...

I don't have any outgoing messages or calls from my phone in the last week, so I don't have any clues or leads on who I might have spoken to. This lot is part of what seems to be a long-abandoned strip mall, and I really can't imagine what I came here for. The only thing somewhat familiar is that I'm near the city my grandparents used to live in. I guess, technically, I lived here too for a time when I was really young. My mom says her parents took me in for a few years when her and my dad were getting the restaurant running, just until things were stable enough for them to be able to properly raise a child. I don't remember this at all, to be honest, and though I always felt really close to my grandparents and attributed this to that time, they were always a bit more reserved with me. Or probably just reserved in general. My family isn't exactly warm.

I can't find anything in my car that might help me figure out what happened--no food wrappers, gas receipts, nothing. Did I even eat? Am I hungry right now? I honestly can't even think about food yet. All I feel is a horrible knot in my stomach and lump in my throat.

Thinking there must be something to go off of on my phone, I check out my camera roll. Okay--okay, here is something. There seems to be a two minute video as my last saved. The thumbnail is black. My phone is already plugged into the car, so I turn the car's volume up and hit play.

...

Nothing. 30 seconds and...still nothing. Just black screen and the vague sound of a car engine. Like the video just shot off while I was driving or something.

Nothing?? It can't be nothing--there has to be something here to tell me what happened. Frustrated, I stop the video. What the hell happened?

I'm wearing the same clothes as I was when I was at the beach a week ago and...okay, yeah. I smell pretty bad. So no shower, cleary, between then and now. I check the pockets of my jeans and my jacket, but there's nothing in any of them. This isn't helping with the panic and I feel myself start to get overheated. Blasting the AC, I take my jacket off and rest my head for a moment on my hands, gripping the steering wheel.

Okay. That is weird. That is actually really fucking terrifying.

My arms. My arms are covered in...in what? **Bruises? They look like dark red splotches with these dark, almost black, striations running through them. As if someone was sketching a picture with pen and then filled it in with a horrible mix of watercolors. And...oh, god...the lines seem to be moving? Like they're trying to make their way up my arms but--I have to be imagining that. That has to be the delirium speaking.

I snap a bunch of photos just in case--I have no idea what this is or where it came from, so I need to be able to see if anything changes. Back in my camera roll, I decide to go back to the video again. Maybe there will be something at the end or something? Anything that will help me recover the lost time.

Black screen...car engine...no change--oh, wait. Wait. Okay, just about past a minute and a half? It seems like the car has stopped. There's movement--the camera is facing out and I can see out the car's windshield that it's nighttime. The camera flashes past the rearview mirror and I catch a glimpse of my face in it.

Oh my god. I pause and zoom in. It's me, definitely me, but it's like there is something else. In my eyes, normally a plain, dark brown, there's like a glint of red in them. Maybe the reflection from a stoplight? That makes sense.

I zoom in more. But there--there in the rearview mirror, behind me. There is definitely something there. Oh god, is that a person? Is that a face? It looks dark, like a shadow, with vague hints of detail hidden by the shitty camera quality. It could be a face but there's something so wrong about it. It reminds me of the voice--evil, but familiar at the same time? I can't make sense of it. I zoom back out and keep playing.

The camera moves past the windshield and I have a better view of the outside--but, weirdly, no traffic light. I'm by a lake or something? It's just a grassy bank and water in front of the car. The camera flips to selfie view and I almost drop my phone in shock.

The red light is still in my eyes, definitely there, and my face looks contorted--as if it's in pain, as if I'm fightingsomething. The camera moves and I see my arms and--oh my god--the shadow thing, person, whatever--it's wrapped around them like a fog. I can sort of see dark lines beneath the fog, running through my arms. Could that be these striations? The camera moves back to my face and I feel the sweat start trickling down the back of my neck. The shadow thing has moved to cover my mouth, and my eyes look terrified. I think I hear me? Maybe? Grunting or something, like an attempt to scream? And then...

Let. Go.

The voice--unmistakably. My face looks even more strained than before in the camera. Camera-me shuts my eyes, tightly, and there's what seems like a skip in the video or something, because then it's just me looking at the camera with my normal eyes and no shadow thing, and the video stops.

I pause on that final frame, zooming in to try and see what was going on. Okay, so my eyes weren't totally normal--there was still a faint red glow, but it looked dimmer. And--I braced myself for this--yep, there was still a shadow just behind me in the corner of the screen, just no longer covering my mouth anymore.

I exit the video and open the car door to throw up. Looks like I haven't been eating...

I have no memory of the video, or of any of my lost days, but at the same time I do. It's like the memory is just so far back in my mind, I can't access it, but there's a recognition there. Almost like when you try to remember a dream and it just slips away. And with this recognition comes the horrifying realization that I do remember, at least part of what happened. The voice belongs to this shadow. The voice was controlling me, or trying to. It wanted me to drive into the lake. It wanted me to drown.

I realize I'm crying now, but I honestly just feel numb. How did I get out of this? Why did this thing want to hurt me? And why, why, why do I feel like I know it?

Emiliaaaa....

No--no, please--no. The voice. It's here, it's back. It feels like it's in the car with me--I can't hear the air conditioning anymore, or the engine, or anything. I just hear a complete and deafening silence until...

Emiiiiiiiiliaaaaa...

It calls my name again... And--oh my god--the marks on my arms...the striations are moving and it's like they're taking over me again. I can't risk losing control before this gets out. Please, someone out there has to help me.

#writblr #writing #short stories #short story #scary story #spooky story #horror #creepy story #writer #author #new story post #write #mine #first person pov

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ikeservant · 4 years

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Hehe back again!! Can I get hc for Kenshin, Ieyasu, and Mitsunari, being introduced to smartphones? lol let's say MC had those solar portable battery charger so her phone is still alive in Sengoku era (lmao things I come up with). I guess phone can only do so much without internet tho like playing music and taking photos, idk lol. TYSM I love your stuff!!

OH MY GOODNESS I WAS ABOUT TO DO A PROMPT JUST LIKE THIS! What a great coincidence holy smokes! Thank u \^u^/. This was fun to write!

Setup: Sasuke found a way to charge smartphones by generating power from acidic fruit and a magnetic/metal conductive device (Apparently oranges can do this. Ya learn something new every day) and made this for MC to charge her phone.

Kenshin: “Is this advanced weaponry from the future?” “You could bonk someone on the head with it but no, it’s used for many things. In the future if you had a device like this you could instantly message and talk to others.” Wishes cellphones were invented 500 years ago for 2 reasons: 1) Easy contact of battle updates and keeping track of where different army troops are 2) so he could keep tabs on MC and hear her lovely voice when he was apart from her. Although a lot of features couldn’t be used, she showed and taught him the three most notable things the smartphone could do: take/save pictures and videos and play music. MC showed him photos of her and her friends and her family, letting Kenshin get to know her more and her life in her future and feel closer. Liked the hard rock music, most definitely has AC/DC playing in his head when he’s cutting down opponents. MC lets him borrow the phone whenever he wants and he promises to NOT kill it, no matter how many times it buffers or shuts off. MC noticed one day that there was a private photo album that she didn’t remember that had recent photos. The first five photos were horribly blurry or a thumb covering the lens so she figured Kenshin was just trying to figure out how to take pictures, but the next photos was of her petting the bunnies, one of her smiling and waving , and one of her passed out on the futon in the morning. “Hey Kenshin, are you trying to take candid pics of me?” she asked, slightly embarrassed. “You told me the reason people take photos are to commemorate things and let you see and remember things precious to you. There’s nothing more I want to recall and look at than you.” Cue MC taking a picture of Kenshin for that same reason.

Ieyasu: Is like an old man fumbling around with the smartphone. He drops the “I don’t care” attitude because he’s genuinely fascinated and wants to learn more about these futuristic, seemingly fantasy-sounding powers the phone has. MC shows him how to take pictures and shows him her photos of life in the future. Almost chokes and turns red when photos of MC with shorts or short sleeve shirts appear and would probably blank out if there’s any beach/pool photos of MC(Too scandalous for the 1500s >///<). Would be an internal softie and sentimental of MC’s memories and stories of the past, happy to learn more about her and putting faces to the names of people MC held dear to her that she told him about. Would play jazz music or something with good beats to play in the background as he’s working on grinding herbs or organizing his medicine cabinet and might tap his foot or finger to it without noticing (it’s adorable but don’t tell him that). When he finally figured out how to take videos his first video was of Mitsunari tripping and falling flat on his face (he watches it every once in a while on a bad day to cheer himself up). When MC had to leave for a couple nights with Nobunga and Hideyoshi pretending to be an Oda princess in order to help form an alliance, she left her phone for him to entertain himself with while she was gone. When it was nighttime he already missed her warmth and her goofy smile. He hesitantly pulled the phone into bed with him and pulled up some pictures he took of her smiling at him and making funny faces as well as a short video of her laughing to tears, making him feel better but also missing her even more. MC came home early the second night and was going to surprise Ieyasu but as she was creeping up behind him she saw a glimpse of his longing face looking at a picture of her, “I can make that face right now if you want.” *cue Ieyasu jumping up before hugging MC to hide his blushing face*

Mitsunari: Would be soaking up all the information like a sponge. Would be asking MC all sorts of questions over how smartphones work and the technology as a whole (slow down, sweetie. MC didn’t invent the smartphone). Would be looking through everything and asking what everything meant, even all of the settings and the terms and agreements section (prayers for MC). Would learn all there is to know about the smartphone and although boy can’t even make tea he sure can work a smartphone. Just make sure he’s using it sitting down on a stable surface or else accidents may happen. Loves learning about MC’s life through her pictures, ingraining them into his memory like he does with his books. Would be asking so many questions about the clothing and the architecture and everything in the picture that is not like his time period. He wouldn’t want to forget a thing when it comes to the love of his life and her lifestyle in her time. He’s a total nerd with the smartphone, testing taking pictures and videos. Would use it to record messages to go back to when he’s formulating battle strategies. Would be putting on some smooth jazz when doing tasks because it gets him in the zone to read and strategize. When MC had to leave for a small political trip with Nobunga and Hideyoshi without him, she told him the phone was his while she was gone and could do whatever he wanted with it. When she asked for it back she immediately realized her lock screen and homescreen were of her petting Kitty and of her excitedly talking. “When did you take these pictures of me?” “I’m sorry you just looked so cute I just had to take a picture. When you told me I could customize the phone while you were gone I wanted to make the wallpaper something I could look at as much as my books. It let me admire you even if you physically weren’t in front of me.” he’d answer with an angelic smile. “But now that you’re here I can admire you in more ways a mere picture.” he added, with a blush and a deep gaze. (MC almost choked and spit all over the smartphone)

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen headcanon #ikesen hc #ikesen kenshin #ikesen ieyasu #ikesen mitsunari

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primetimewritings · 4 years

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sweet rory aka @verorax tagged sage from my upcoming uni au, bright young things for the character profile tag! here’s your first look at my ofc sage wilder ahead of telling her story. hope to share it soon!

rules: choose a few favorite photos/aesthetics of your tagged character, answer the questions below from their point of view, and tag some characters/authors you would love to see answer next!

1. How do you display affection? What’s your love language?

i’d like to think it’s through my sense of touch. maybe it’s from sharing a space and genes with my twin brother, but i have no sense of personal space. I value hugs, hands grazing an arm, an arm wrapped around my shoulders, head on my shoulder, you name it, i’ll eat it up. i must long for that closeness and feeling like i can rely on someone else to hold me up for once.

2. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i wish i was less stubborn, more laid back. i sometimes lack empathy with those i love because i can be too concerned with what i want. i can be like an ostrich with her head in the sand, oblivious to others’ opinions or words. i wish i had half of harry’s compassion and empathy.

3. What is your ideal Saturday morning?

the usual morning at glazed doughnuts with harry, niall, and arlie, my roommate. we veg out on doughnuts and recap from the school week (as if we didn’t already spend those five days around each other). then i’ll usually go see my mom, maybe help her with the wedding plans (if she makes me), go out on the boat when it’s warm enough, and by nighttime, i’m ready to hit the bars or party at home.

4. What is your drink of choice? Nonalcoholic? Alcoholic?

i’ll take a gin & tonic any day. i’m never without one in a bar, but i’ll drink a beer if it’s the only thing available. like really, is there anything else to drink around here? i’m also in a serious relationship with iced coffee.

5. How competitive are you?

extremely. very. always. blame it on being an identical twin. i don’t think i’ve stopped competing in existing with my twin brother, ellis, ever since i was born after him (see? i was losing at birth already). because of our complicated relationship, I’m always on edge ready to defend myself or come to bat for those i love or care about.

6. When did you last have sex? Feel free to describe if you feel comfortable.

*insert guy blinking gif here* i have no idea the last time i hooked up with a guy. since school started and my mom’s tried to help me plan her wedding, on top of dealing with harry, another boy trying to win me over, and dealing with my own drama, hook ups are far down my list. go ask arlie, she’s better with this question

7. What is your idea of a perfect date?

watching the sunset on the beach. preferably with rose from the co-op that we picked up on the way. the sound of the waves sliding up the sand with the birds talking in the sky and the breeze caressing the dunes, i can’t think of a better spot. or sitting at a restaurant by the water, where my date will find it hard to concentrate on me or the view...and yet, i’m the view.

8. What is your most treasured possession?

i’d like to think i have a couple for different reasons. there’s the thin gold chain I had locked onto my wrist from a trip to new york city with my dad when i was eighteen. it was a gift from him and everytime i look at it, i think of him and how i can never take it off, which means i’ll never forget about him, even when he lives in florida. there’s also the family photo i have in my room back home of my parents, my twin brother and i in palm springs when we were eight. it was one of my favorite trips i remember from my childhood and how happy i was in california, a feeling i’ve never forgotten.

9. Would you ever get a tattoo? Do you have any?

i have several small ones! I’ve usually gotten them with harry in the wake of his latest wild hair to get a new one. we have matching ones on our ankles after our first semester of college. i have a pineapple inside my arm near my elbow too. i keep them small and inconspicuous, unlike my best friend harry.

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? Have you experienced it?

i think it sounds like a fantasy. i don’t believe in love at first sight but i believe in true love that’s built and created, a process that can be beautiful and disastrous all at once, but that’s life too, isn’t it? i haven’t experienced it myself and frankly, i don’t know if i ever will after how my parents’ divorce crushed the idea of falling in love and staying in love for me.

#byt au #sage #yay heres some insight into sage!!#ive had her in my head for like two years #i love her #okay enjoy thank u

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imaginingsoftly · 4 years

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time Pt. 3 - Morgan Rielly

Type: roommates to lovers, Y/N insert shorts

Requested: No

Warnings: mentions of CPS, anxiety, insomnia

(Y/N = Your name, no POV change this chapter. It’s all in Y/N POV)

AN: I was planning on putting out a chapter every week, but I just finished this one and I was pretty excited about it. Enjoy!

It had been almost a week since Morgan had moved in, and they were fine. He spent most of his days training or with the guys, and Y/N was busy with teaching and finishing her Masters. They hadn’t spoken much, other than general greetings or a quick text about picking something up from the store, and Y/N was fine with that. She didn’t know how his search for a more permanent place to stay was going, and honestly she was considering letting him stay for the season if he wanted to. He wasn’t loud, and he was pretty clean. Of course it helped that she wasn’t even sure the guy knew how to turn on a stove, let alone cook anything, so he was pretty much never in the kitchen. He was always coming home with takeout or going to get dinner with the guys.

Everything would have been great if it wasn’t for her insomnia choosing now to flare it’s ugly head. It had started her junior year of college; as the courses got harder and real life fast approached, Y/N found herself spending more nights than not awake and anxious. The doctor said it was stress-induced, and that it wouldn’t be permanent, and she was right; it would come for two or three weeks and then she was sleeping fine again. It was the weeks where it flared up that day and night blended together and she found herself making increasingly stupid mistakes. Y/N had always assumed that she would leave the insomnia behind in college, but it had followed her and gotten increasingly worse. Like tonight. She was holed up in her room trying to remember how to breathe as the walls felt like they were closing in around her. It had always been like this on the really bad nights, and the only thing that helped her relax was driving.

Y/N struggled up from her spot on the floor in her room, grabbing her keys and phone with a shaky hand. A trip to the beach. That’s what she needed. She threw on a sweatshirt, her Sox hat, and took a deep breath. Morgan was sitting on the couch watching something, and she tried to sneak past him, to no avail. “Are you going to get food by any chance?”, the giant on her coach asked. Y/N shook her head. “Nah. I’m headed out to the beach.” Morgan paused his movie, turning to face her fully. “The beach? It’s like three hours away.” She smiled slightly, shaking her head. “It’s a little under two, and I need to put my feet in the water. You can come if you’d like,” she said, shocking herself. No one ever came with her on these nighttime beach trips, not even Kat when they lived together. It was her alone time to recharge and just let the ocean air take away all of her problems.

Morgan looked at her face for a moment, almost like he could see the panic she was trying to hide. His eyebrows creased together and his blue eyes met hers searchingly before he stood. Morgan turned off the TV and stepped towards his room, asking, “Am I going to need a jacket?” Y/N nodded. “You might. It can get a little chilly, depending on how strong the wind is. There’s a hurricane off the coast right now, so it might be a little cooler than normal.” He grabbed a sweatshirt from his room quickly along with some shoes, and followed Y/N out the door. Morgan beat her to the door and held it open as she exited, holding out his hand for the keys to lock the door. “Thanks,” she mumbled. He smiled gently at her. “So tell me: what beach are we going to? Do you go there a lot?” He was distracting her, and she knew it. Somehow he knew that she was anxious, and he was trying to help. “We’re going to Wrightsville Beach. It’s about ten minutes from where I went to college, and the beaches are really nice. It’s where I took most of the photos in the apartment.” Morgan hummed in acknowledgment, and they were silent the rest of the trip down to her car.

Y/N’s black Jeep was new and she was beyond proud of it, five years of incoming car payments and all. It was her first “adult” purchase, after the car her parents had given her had died outside of Philly, halfway home from Boston earlier that summer. She had taken the roof and doors off at the beginning of the summer and refused to put them back on, just out of excitement, and it was perfect for the night air. Morgan smiled when he saw her car, nodding at it. “I wondered who this belonged to. I love Jeeps.” Y/N smiled at him. “Yeah, me too. When my old car died recently, I decided to splurge and get myself the car I really wanted. I figured I’m gonna have it until it dies, so I might as well, right?” She jumped into the driver’s side as she spoke, and didn’t miss the frown Morgan threw at her Bruins lanyard as he handed her keys back to her.

“So I’ve gotta ask,” he began as she started the car, “why Boston?” Y/N smiled as she backed out of her parking spot. “I was born up there, and it’s where my parents are from. I grew up a fan of Boston sports.” She tossed Morgan her phone as she spoke. “Pick a playlist to listen to.” He scrolled through her Spotify, silent as he looked. “Is Carolina your second team?” Y/N laughed a little. “Actually, I was raised to hate them. My dad still calls you guys the Whalers, and he hated them when they were still in Hartford. I don’t hate them so much now, and they’re fun to watch, but I hate the announcers, so I don’t usually watch the games unless I’m gonna watch them on mute.”

Morgan snorted at her. “They can’t possibly be that bad.” He clicked on a playlist, scrolling through the songs as she responded. “Trust me. They’re worse than listening to Doc on NBCSN. It’s painful.” Y/N turned onto the highway as she spoke, and it was like a huge weight was lifted off her chest as the wind whipped through her ponytail and pulled some of the hair from under her hat. This was why she drove so much when she couldn’t sleep. The air loosened the tightness in her chest and the driving felt like freedom from all of her problems.

He finally settled on a playlist, and the opening notes of Silver Springs floated through her speakers. “Good choice,” Y/N said, and Morgan smiled. “Looking at your choice in playlists makes me very curious about you as a person. Who listens to broadway, Louis Armstrong, country, Dropkick Murphys, and movie songs?” Movie songs? “You mean film scores?” you asked confusedly. “I listen to those when I need to really concentrate.” You could feel Morgan looking at you as you focused on the road, and you spared a glance at him as you got onto the exit that would take you to I-40. He didn’t look satisfied. “ I grew up with a diverse music interest. Why? What do you listen to?” Morgan shrugged. “Honestly, most of the time I’m listening to whatever the guys are playing in the locker room. It’s usually some kind of rap or something upbeat, so I like it a little more chill at home.”

They drove in peaceful silence for most of the ride, only speaking for her to request a song change or for Morgan to ask a random question about Wilmington or crack a joke. It was nice, a pleasant change from her usual drives alone. The drive was fast, mostly due to a general lack of traffic, though that was probably because it was almost one in the morning and most people were in bed or at a bar. About halfway through the drive they switched over to country, and Morgan made her laugh with an exaggerated country accent as he sang along. Listening to a canadian try to imitate a southern accent was almost as bad as listening to a southerner do a Boston accent, and Y/N tried convincing him to never do that again.

They hit Wilmington suddenly, and Y/N was shocked at how quickly the drive had gone by. She took on the tone of a tour guide as they drove along the familiar WIlmington streets, pointing out places that meant a lot to her during her four years in the town. “I wish we had come a little bit earlier. There’s this taco place I loved that I haven’t had in forever. I used to eat there almost every week. The queso is incredible.” Morgan jumped in before she could say anything else. “I thought you said you were lactose intolerant?” Y/N smiled, taking a deep breath as they drove over the bridge onto Wrightsville Beach. “I am, but Islands is so worth it.” The smell of salty ocean filled the air as they drove past the condos and vacation rentals that made up a majority of that side of the island.

They hit the tip of the island quickly, and Y/N smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of her favorite beach access. She had barely put the car in park before she was jumping out, shoes left in the floorboard. Morgan caught up with her at the waterline, where her feet were already in the surf and she was taking deep breaths of the ocean air. “You weren’t kidding when you said you like the ocean, eh?” Y/N smiled at him, shaking her head. “This is my go-to escape. There’s nothing quite like the ocean air.” She turned and began walking along the water, the waves hitting halfway up her shins. Morgan followed alongside her, and their shoulders bumped occasionally. “There’s a spot at the very end of the island up here that’s absolutely beautiful. When the tide comes in, it sits about 2 inches deep on this one part of the beach before it just totally drops off. If we get lucky, we might get to see some bioluminescent plankton.” She could see Morgan looking at her confused, so she explained before he could ask. “They’re these things in the water that glow in the dark. It’s wicked cool, and you can only see them at the two tips of the island.” He nodded.

They made it to the tip of the island after about 20 minutes of walking, and it was one of the most fun beach trips she’d made in a while. It was nice to come alone and enjoy the silence, but she’d forgotten how nice it was to walk and have someone to talk to. Morgan had asked her questions about her life, and her time in Wilmington, and just about everything else. In return, she’d learned a little bit more about him. It was one of the most effortless conversations she could remember having in a long time.

“So we’re working baseball, and one of my coworkers knows basically nothing. It starts when she says ‘sweep’. We were all like Sam, no! So then, a little while later, she says ‘guys I’m feeling extras today,’” Y/N retold animatedly. “No!” Morgan exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with disbelief. “Yes! And then we go to fourteen innings and lose!” She laughed. “We never let her live that down. We were still telling new hires about it two years later when I graduated. They might still be telling people, honestly.” Morgan laughed as she spoke, listening intently to every word. “So did you like your job?” Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I mean I got paid to do physical labor and watch sports. It was the ideal college job, honestly.” Morgan nodded in agreement.

Y/N reached into the water with her hand, shaking it quickly to splash the water around. Bits of glowing blue appeared around her hand, and she looked up to see Morgan looking down in amazement. “These are the bioluminescent plankton.” He pulled out his phone quickly, recording the flashing blue surrounding her hand. “Are they harmful?” He asked. “No,” she responded, standing and drying off her hand. “They’re just really cool ocean creatures.”

They moved up the beach together, out of the surf and into dry sand. Y/N flopped down, laying back to look at the stars. It was dark enough here to see some of the constellations, and she smiled up at them contentedly. Morgan sank down next to her, laying back with his hands behind his head. “This is nice,” he said quietly. “Thanks for letting me join you.” Y/N held out a fist for him to bump. “Thanks for joining me. It’s been fun.” Morgan touched his fist with hers and then draped his arm across his chest. “So I noticed you fist bump a lot. There any reason for that?”

“I’m a hugger,” Y/N explained, chuckling softly. “I know most people aren’t, so I get the physical contact through fist bumps, which most people don’t mind.” Morgan turned his head from the stars to her face, searching it. “If you need a hug, you just need to ask. I like hugs.” She smiled at him, starting to nod until she felt the sand scratch her cheek. “Thanks, Morgan. I appreciate that.” They stayed like that for a while, alternating between looking at each other and the stars as they talked about nothing until Morgan checked his phone. “It’s almost six am,” he said, sounding surprised. Y/N sat up slightly, squinting at the phone screen he was displaying for her. “Well damn,” she said, standing. “You don’t have morning skate, do you?” Morgan followed suit, dusting off his legs as he responded. “No, we have the day off. We travel to Nashville tomorrow morning.” They began walking back in the direction they came. Two and a half hours. They had laid there and talked for almost two and a half hours.

“So I’ve been wanting to ask, and feel free to not answer this if it feels too personal, but do you get really anxious like earlier a lot?” Y/N could tell that he didn’t ask out of anything but concern, and it confirmed what she’d already suspected; he’d read her like a book. “Only when I get really stressed out. I have these periods of insomnia that are sometimes marked by enough anxiety that I need to drive to calm down. I usually go for drives around the city, but sometimes I drive out here if it’s really bad.” Morgan stopped her with a hand on her arm, looking into her eyes seriously. “Did I trigger this round? Is having me in your apartment too stressful?” Y/N grabbed his free hand tightly. “No! No, it’s not your fault. I just have a lot going on in my classroom, and I’m almost finished with my Masters. It felt like too much this week, but you’re fine. You definitely aren’t part of the problem.” Morgan looked into her eyes for another few seconds, and was apparently satisfied with whatever he saw there. “Do you want to talk about what’s going on in your classroom?”

She sighed and began to walk again. “I can’t tell you much, just because it’s about my students, but I’ve had to call CPS a few times already regarding one of my students and they’re basically just ignoring my concerns. If it was a minor issue I wouldn’t be so stressed, but I’m seriously concerned about the safety of this student and I can’t do anything but keep making reports.” Morgan listened intently to everything she said, nodding along. “That sucks, Y/N,” he said, gently throwing an arm across your shoulders. She sunk into the half-hug, allowing him to support some of her weight as they walked along the beach. “I’m hoping they’ll have to respond if I make enough reports, but I’m not holding my breath.” She took a deep breath, and tried to push the issue from her brain for now. That was an issue for Monday. “So since it’s already almost six, do you want to get breakfast at this local coffee chain when they open? They open at six, and they have great coffee and even better breakfast sandwiches.” Morgan nodded, distracted by something on the skyline. The sun was coming up, and the line right along the water was already a brilliant orange.

They walked in silence for a little while, watching the sun slowly rise over the water. Morgan was still quiet when they made it to Port City Java, and he only spoke again when he had taken his first sip of coffee. “How do you do it?” He asked suddenly. Y/N put down her sandwich, lifting an eyebrow at him confusedly. “Do what?” He gestured out into the distance. “Teach kids. Watch them get hurt and only be able to make reports. Hamilton told me about the school that you teach at. How do you teach those kids and know that a lot of them won’t graduate, won’t go to college?” Y/N paused to think about her response before she spoke. “I do it because I look at those kids and I see a lot of hope. They want to learn. A lot of them come to school already behind because they don’t have access to preschool, and the state has already given up on them because they’re in public school, but they still care. They still try unbelievably hard to catch up. My coworkers and I joke that North Carolina hates teachers, but really?” She gestured with her hands, pointing at everything and nothing. “They just hate public education. They put their kids in private and charter schools. They don’t care what happens to the kids in public ed as long as the press doesn’t say anything.” Y/N sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “I love those kids. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, but it kills me to see the system working against them. I know the statistics. I know what will happen to most of them, but I can’t help but hope that I can help at least one of them beat what the stats say.” Morgan stared at her as she finished talking, long enough that she started to feel a little uncomfortable. Finally he reached out a hand, gripping one of hers. “I think you’ve definitely found the right profession.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

#morgan rielly imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #good idea ml

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serrj215 · 4 years

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Moving on

This was it, almost everything else was packed away. Raven still couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her room was completely empty save for the bed, a few boxes and the nightstand. She kept looking around. This was her sanctuary, the place where she once felt the most comfortable, was now alien to her. Stripped of all her furniture, missing the familiar sights of her bookshelves and belongings the place felt cold and almost sterile, nothing left but blank walls and impressions in the carpet.

Yet it was time, this wasn't home anymore. Things had changed, and she had to change with them. Raven saw no point in procrastinating further. The last thing to pack was the nightstand. An empty box sat with her on the bed.

The first drawer was where the "nighttime supplies" were kept. For some reason Beast Boy always felt more comfortable using terms like that. There was nothing too unusual. There were few scented T-lights candles for when they wanted to set a mood. She remembered nights when the room was alive with their flicker. There was some oil that warmed when rubbed into the skin and half a box of condoms, a left over from before she went on the pill.

The memories of their first time rushed in, the awkward fumbling, all passion and no skill, and Beast Boy asking her "Are you ok?" and "how do you feel?" at least a dozen times during the whole thing. But despite them both being in uncharted waters, and their blood running hot, he was so gentle with her. Like she was made of glass. Afterward he held her like he was afraid that she would disappear into the air like smoke.

There were also the fur-lined handcuffs. They were a stupid almost gag gift. They were cheap plastic, and between both their abilities they really had no ability to restrain them. Still it was enjoyable to pretend to take or surrender control. Raven quickly threw them in the box before the memory of the first time they tried that rose to the surface. The box would never get filled if she started to remember all that green skin exposed and open to her every whim.

The second drawer was more personal, sentimental. There was the photo album Beast boy gave to her for their first Anniversary. It was dark blue plastic that flipped open showing a few pictures a page. He wanted photographic proof that She actually enjoyed spending time with him. He understood that Raven didn’t enjoy digital photos as much. Raven disliked the idea that if she wanted to relive a memory she would need something with a battery. It was the same thing with her books, as much as an e-reader made sense she liked feeling the weight of knowledge in her hands, and the texture of paper, and not having to hunt for a charging cord.

She fought down nostalgia and put the photo album in the box. Even without opening it the images surfaced in her mind. The pictures from the beach trip where they took a picture right at sunset. The time they went camping in Colorado where it rained the whole time. All the times they "borrowed" the T-Car to go stargazing at the national forest. There must have been a dozen pics of just her driving with the stars being seen through the window. It seemed like every time they went out on there own Beast Boy had his phone in his hand to take a picture.

Then there was the collection. In a small box there was the most random scraps of paper one could encounter. Envelopes, receipts, napkins each one covered with barely legible handwriting. For month's before Raven and Beast Boy had gotten together he had gotten into an odd habit of writing her notes. All the feelings, and all the things he couldn’t say to her face, every desire explicit and innocent was there. Of course Beast boy would try to get rid of the notes as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t be found out. Also of course it was up to Raven to retrieve them. They were just enough, just enough to let her get used to being loved.

The drawers were empty, it was over. This wasn't Raven's room anymore. The thought sent a wave of cold though her body.

"Hey Mama! I got eggrolls!" Beast Boy said proudly holding up the bag of Chinese takeout as he entered the room. "and I called the moving company the truck will be here at 10."

Raven just looked at him standing there next to the stacks of boxes. Her face was sullen, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Beast Boy could almost smell something was wrong. "Rae, you okay?"

She said nothing and just walked over and fiercely hugged him nearly knocking him over.

"Wow, if I knew you liked Chinese that much I would have ordered it more often" He said trying to keep himself and the bag of food in balance. "What's wrong love?" His free arm wrapped around her.

"This is just" she squeezed a little tighter

"Big?"

"Yes."

"You say the word, I will open these boxes and start putting your stuff bac-"

"No!" Raven said sternly. She raised her head from his shoulder. "Cyborg is going to need the space for the new recruits."

"Cyborg would make them sleep in bunk beds on the roof, if you asked to keep this room."

A small smile broke across Raven's face. "We are moving in together." She stated for both Beast Boy and herself. "It's time to move on."

"You know we're just moving across town, not Bucharest right?"

"I am aware."

He kissed her forehead. "We will be back here a lot, Cyborg is going to need help keeping the kids in line."

"He-" That’s when Raven's stomach made a very audible growl. She had spent the whole day packing neglecting lunch and her regular breakfast of hot tea and toast only took her so far.

"Let sit down and eat, before your honey garlic chicken gets cold? And you stomach decides to attack us"

Raven nodded and they walked to the kitchen holding hands.

The only constant in the universe is change. Raven knew that this was not going to be the last time they moved, not the last time she would have to say goodbye to a home, friends, family. But she knew just as strongly that this green, pointed ear, messy haired boy would be there. To love her, care for her, and to make up crazy stuff when he opens fortune cookies.

"The microfilm is hidden in the fried rice!" He said holding the slip of paper.

All to make her smile. Home is where the heart is they say. Her home was with him.

Well this one has been sitting in my draft folder for 3 1/2 years. Summer of 2016. Been tinkering with my old stuff lately and trying to get it out there. Have half a mind to just put everything I got out there and see if you all can do anything with the scraps.

I tied this story in with another called Notes https://serrj215.tumblr.com/post/156974770179/notes and its sequel Caught https://serrj215.tumblr.com/post/158499596174/caught If that collection that Raven had rings any bells.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #serrj215 original

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thenovelartist · 5 years

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Kitty’s Key, set 4

<Previous Next> 10. Victorian AU

“What are you making there, princess?”

Marinette sighed. “Remind me, why do I still let you in my room if the contest has been over for two weeks now?”

He smirked at her from his place lounging on the chaise. “Because you love me.”

“Love is a strong word, Chat.”

“Well, that’s the only explanation you leave your hatch open.”

He had her there.

“So, what are you making?”

“A costume piece,” Marinette said. “There’s an online contest hosted by a big-name theater director and so I entered. It was open to everyone, but there were different categories. I’m in the student category.”

“You should have gone for the professional.”

“No, I couldn’t do that.”

“Yeah, you could have,” Chat said, “But too late now, I guess. Anyway, you still haven’t answered what that pretty pink thing is on your mannequin.”

She sighed. “It’s a Victorian Era dress.”

“Oh?”

“For a princess.”

Chat smirked. “So, does it get to be worn by a princess?”

“What do you think?” she deadpanned.

“So you’re not gonna wear it?”

Wide-eyed, she stared at him. His smirk widened as he waggled his eyebrows. “You’d look stunning in it, princess.”

At that, Marinette blushed red and turned her back to him. “Stupid cat.”

He chuckled. “By the way, princess,” he purred. “You never did tell me why you didn’t confess to prince charming.”

Marinette froze.

“Because I heard from him that the date went really well,” Chat pressed.

“It did,” she admitted. That was the truth. She didn’t stutter too much and managed to keep her composure most of the night. Adrien looked as handsome as ever. And she was going to confess.

Until he dropped a cat pun.

He looked at her with this dorky grin and she knew… knew her heart was no longer settled on him. It was torn between him,

And a stupid superhero in black leather.

11. Mask Ball

For the life of him, he was determined to get the answer. She’d shut him down time and time again and now Adrien had had enough. He was going to find out once and for all why Marinette never admitted her crush.

“Chat,” she whined, looking at him from her skylight. “It’s late.”

“It’s nine. Tell me you aren’t usually up way later than that.”

She just glared at him.

“So,” he said. “I have a proposition.”

“A proposition?” she deadpanned.

“Yup,” he said with a smirk. “You are going to put on that dress you’ve been working on for the past week. And then I’m going to take you out dancing.”

She did not look amused.

Which… he expected, if he was honest. “And what I’m going to do is take pictures of you to submit—”

“No,” she quickly said. “It looks fine on the mannequin.”

“But mannequins don’t show how things move,” he argued.

She opened her mouth to argue but slowly shut it.

“Come on, princess,” he said, knowing he was close to winning.

She stared at him a moment longer. “It’s nighttime.”

“I know a place with killer lighting.”

“At nighttime,” she asked, skeptically.

“Yup.” It wasn’t like he’d just spent the last hour hauling mass amounts of lighting equipment up to an empty rooftop.

She pursed her lips.

His grin widened.

“If you’re lying,” she said. “I am never letting you in again.”

“Good thing I’m not lying.”

With a sigh, Marinette began ducking back down to her room. “No peeking!” she warned, right before the hatch slammed shut.

He would say he wouldn’t dream of it…

But…

He’d fallen for a really beautiful woman. Maybe one day he wouldn’t demand such self-control. You know, after rings and vows were exchanged.

Would she be okay if he wore a white suit? Maybe at a beach wedding? He loved the thought of a beach wedding. Sometime in the summer. She was probably more of a spring bride, but would she be okay with a summer wedding? And if he could convince her to have it at the beach, he’d definitely want to wear a white suit. Because he loved black and could pull it off, but there was something about a white suit—

“Okay.”

Chat startled at her voice and turned around—

Only for all the air to leave his lungs.

She shrugged, a dusting of pink covering her cheeks. “I… need help lacing up the back.”

He cleared his throat, hoping his ability to speak returned. “Of course, Marinette.”

He was going to die. A woman with a cute little blush was not allowed to ask him to lace up the back of a soft pink dress that highlighted her skin tone perfectly and expect Chat to survive. But, he was a professional. He could swallow his discomfort.

Of course, all the skin at her neckline being exposed as it was made things really difficult. Why? Because he really wanted to put his lips to her perfectly soft skin right at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Why now? All of a sudden.

His guess was as good as any.

Mind barely functioning, he was able to pull the laces tight to her form, one that seemed smaller than usual. “Done.”

She took a step to reach the gloves he didn’t remember her setting on her patio chair, then slid them up her arms to just past her elbows. Now, clothed in the full ensemble, she spun for him. “Well, what do you think?”

He thought he was going to keel over any second because hot damn, Marinette could pull off Victorian Era well. But he just couldn’t help but notice the way her waist was cinched in, and the way her breasts were rounded above the lower neckline of the dress … “You’re in a corset, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she sighed, tossing her head up to the sky in irritation. “And it’s not comfortable but it’s period accurate. How could you tell?”

He would take that reason to his grave. “Just a guess. Now, are you ready princess?”

She opened her mouth, but then snapped it shut as her eyes got wide. “No,” she whined. “I forgot the mask.”

“You made a mask?”

She nodded. “And it’s on my desk, but do you know how hard it is to move around in this thing?”

“I got it,” Chat said with a smile. “Be back up in a second.”

He slipped down into her room without any struggle and easily found the mask she was talking about. One that was as pink as her dress decorated with a ribbon and large, white feather.

However, considering he didn’t sneeze once on the way back up to her, it had to be synthetic. Thankfully.

When he got back up to the balcony, she wasn’t paying attention and instead looking out into the Parisian night. So, he decided to surprise her, coming up behind her and putting the mask over her eyes.

She gasped but quickly settled, letting him tie the mask off behind her head. “Is that too tight?”

“No,” she said, her voice whispery.

“Then, shall we go, princess?”

She gave him a smile that was going to knock him to his knees if he wasn’t careful. She looked like she was about to walk into a masquerade, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one escorting her. “We shall.”

…

Chat had an entire studio set up for her.

“How the heck did you get all this up here? No. How did you get any of this, period? This is high quality stuff.”

“My secret, princess.” With that, he pulled up a camera and snapped a photo before she was ready. “However,” he said, lowering the camera to reveal a smug smirk, “I’d happily divulge if a certain someone tells me why she didn’t confess to Adrien.”

She frowned, her cheeks heating up.

He smirked. “A secret for a secret,” he sang-songed before taking another picture of her.

“Chat, let me, like, pose or something.”

“Ah, but I’m here to capture your candid beauty,” he purred.

She snorted. “Stop it!”

“Never!”

It took a while for them to calm down and become serious, but eventually, Chat began actually posing her.

“Now, look in that direction, and stand confidently. Channel your inner Ladybug.”

She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Oh, if he only knew. “My inner Ladybug?”

“Exude confidence, Ma Minette.”

She whipped her head back towards him, her heart full out missing a beat at the nickname. “T-that’s new,” she stuttered.

Chat looked like that cat that got the cream. “I like it. I’m using it.”

She really didn’t know how to respond.

Eventually, Chat claimed he had enough pictures. “We’ll put them on your computer and you can see how much you like them all.”

“Hopefully, you’re half as good a photographer as you are a director.”

“Trust me, Ma Minette,” he said with a wink and making her heart miss another beat. “I know my way around a camera.”

She shook her head. “Well, it was all very kind of you, Chat. Do you need any help cleaning up?”

“Oh? You think the night is over?”

Marinette quirked her head at that. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t think I’m going to let you go without dancing with you, do you? You look like you could be the belle of a ball. I’ve already stolen you away and can do what I want with you. And I want a dance.”

Be still her heart. What on earth happened to her dork of a partner because there was a very suave young man in skin-tight black leather standing before her, words as sweet as honey falling off his tongue. “W-well,” she stuttered. “I… I suppose you can have once dance.”

His smile was wide and sweet and happy. Oh, so happy. She loved that grin and the soft look in his eyes that joy caused. “One is all I ask for.”

12. Post-Reveal (actually, more of a ‘Reveal’ instead of ‘Post-Reveal, but you guys aren’t gonna complain. XD)

There was soft music playing from a speaker he’d brought with him. He’d selected the song carefully, having mulled it over all day. Now, she was in his arms, swaying to the slow melody.

He had to assure her that they didn’t have to waltz. She’d been adamant on her inability to dance even though he knew it was a lie. However, he much preferred the closeness of simply being together, swaying to the music.

She’d taken off her mask halfway through the photoshoot, allowing him now to see her face clearly. Once again, he was struck by just how beautiful of a woman she was, and how lucky he was that she was in love with him.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you never told Adrien you had a crush on him?”

She groaned. “Why are you so persistent?”

“Because you had the perfect opportunity to tell the love of your life that you had a crush on him, but you didn’t. Why? I’m very confused. I set it up for you and everything.”

She sighed, remaining silent for several notes before speaking. “I was scared.”

“You chickened out? Really?”

“Yes… and no,” she said. “Not… like that.”

“You are making no sense,” he said, feeling more lost than ever.

“It doesn’t make sense to me either,” she whined. “Because I love Adrien. He’s just… so amazing. But when he—” She abruptly stopped.

Chat stopped dancing, taking a step back so he could see her face. Her lip was between her teeth and she looked downright embarrassed.

“But then,” she continued. “I was reminded of… of another guy. One I swore I wouldn’t fall for… and… I don’t know. Kinda… fell for a little anyway.”

Adrien’s heart clenched. What was his luck that he had to fall for two girls who were in love with other men better than him? He pretended his heart wasn’t being crushed into pieces. “And… you didn’t tell Adrien… because there’s another guy.”

She looked at him, her eyes locking on his. Next thing he knew, she was tearing up.

“Princess.” He quickly pulled her into his arms, cocooning her against his chest and rubbing her back. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m so confused,” she said between the tears.

He was, too. Mostly because he was struggling to weed through what the selfish part of him wanted to say and what the logical thing to say was. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay, Marinette.”

“No, it’s not,” she whined.

He sighed but continued rubbing her back while she choked out a few tears.

“Listen,” he said, once she’d stopped crying and he’d had a moment to collect his thoughts. “I know it’s hard, but you should make a choice and go for it. It sounds like this new guy caught you off guard.”

“He did,” she said. “We were supposed to be just friends.”

“But you fell for him anyway?”

She nodded against his shoulder. “And the worst part,” she continued, “is that I know he loves me. He’s said so for years, and I’ve just kept brushing him off because we’re friends and that’s all, and now I have the chance to be with the guy I’ve crushed on for years, and I can’t help it but think of him.”

Well, crap. Adrien really didn’t stand a chance now, did he?

“Then you should go to that guy,” Chat said, even though his heart was breaking up at the prospect of loosing both girls he’d ever fallen for. What crappy luck. “And tell him. From the sounds of it, if he’d been confessing for a while, the guy will probably fly to the moon and back on happiness.”

She sniffed, wiping her eyes and smearing the little make-up she had on. “I’m nervous to, though.”

“Why?” Chat challenged. “You have a guy who you know loves you and won’t reject you waiting for you to return his affections. All you have to do is say ‘hey, I actually like you, too’ and boom! Done. Easy as cake. You don’t have to face any rejection like you would have with Adrien with you sticking your neck out on the line. He did the hard part, and now you just have to press the big, fat ‘accept’ button and you’re golden. You’re the luckiest fricking girl on the planet.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with something.

And that was the moment he realized he was getting a little too passionate. He took a breath to steady himself. “Sorry,” he said. “Maybe I… was—”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It… it sounds like… like I hit a nerve with that.”

He took a breath. “Maybe a little,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

She wrapped her arms up over his shoulders. “Don’t be,” she assured. “You have every right to be angry about that.”

“No, I don’t,” he said. “As much as I want to. She has the right to fall in love with who she wants to. And if she doesn’t want me… then honestly good for her.”

Her grip tightened. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m obviously an unlucky cat,” he said. “I trust that she would find a fantastic guy, and if she sees him more as marriage material than me, then good for her.”

“That’s not true, mon minou, don’t you dare—”

And that’s when each of them froze. Marinette went rigid in his arms, but Chat…

Chat’s heart was racing a mile a minute.

No. No way. No. It’s coincidence she called me Mon Minou. No. She can’t be. I’m not that lucky. I’m not…

“My Lady?”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #marichat may 2019 #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #fluff #budding romance

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30 day self-care challenge I’m starting today

I’m starting a self-made 30 day self-care challenge. I will update you on my Snapchat about my journey: @aristocratebabe (well, everyday except day 4, see bellow).

Day 1 - get glamed up and take a hot selfie

Make yourself feel glowed up. Put the nicest outfit on, do your makeup, do your hair and take that selfie. Or find someone to take your photos, even better.

Day 2 - get 8 hours of sleep and wake up by 9 am

As a person who got used to waking up at noon, I feel like I’m done with this. I love nighttime, but I feel so guilty when I wake up late. So join me in this challenge and wake up by 9 am if your sleep schedule is crushed like mine or 1 hour earlier if you already wake up at 9 am. Just make sure to get 9 hours of sleep.

Day 3 - go for a hike/swim/run/speed walk with friend/s

Do some fitness activity outdoors, but make sure to so it with a friend or two. Why? If you’re an overthinker and you want to start taking care of yourself, socializing will help you so much. And also, taking a good workout will help you get the dopamine boost and you’ll get one step closer to your healthier self.

Day 4 - don’t go on social media for a full day

Social media isn’t the root of all evil, but it can be the root of envy and comparison. Today do not check your social media at all. Remember, it’s just one day, you’ll be back at it tomorrow. Tell your friends and family to text you on Whatsapp or other messaging app or simply call you, because you won’t be available on it this particular day. Extra challenge: at the end of a day, journal how you feel without Facebook, insta or tiktok. Is there a difference in your day? What did you do instead of checking SM?

Day 5 - Meditate & visualize

Do this challenge right after your previous challenge. Why? Social media might make you think that you want some things that you actually don’t want. When you visualize your life, you should visualize what YOU want, not what a random person in your hometown wants. This is YOUR life. Live it for yourself. And meditate before you visualize to ground yourself better.

Day 6 - Reach out to someone new in your field

Go to Linkedin or somewhere where professionals you want to be like reside, and reach out to them. Whether is it an e-mail or a Linkedin message. Do this. Tell them you’d like to be in their position once and if they could give you any advice. Try this with someone who seems active online.

Day 7 - Invite someone for coffee with whom you’d really like to meet

Maybe you already know this person, maybe not. But today you will invite someone you’d be wanting to become friends with or simply engage in conversation with. If you already have someone in mind, keep them and do it.

Day 8 - Make dinner for friends or family

Today you will connect better with your friends or family by making a special dinner. Or if you really don’t know how to cook, take them out and put the bill on yourself.

Day 9 - Make a gratitude list

Something easier than a few previous days, but today make a gratitude list. Write down everything you’re grateful for. It can be the birds in the sky or having a home to live in. Or it can be something more, anything you want, write it down!

Day 10 - Ask someone who seems “out of your league” on a date

I’m pretty sure everybody has that someone with whom they’d like to go on a date with. But maybe they are too scared that they are “out of your league”. First of all, if you’re a woman who takes care of herself (and by this day, you really are), no man is out of your league! Same goes for men and everyone else. If you’re taking care of yourself, loving yourself and getting your vibes up, no one is out of your league. Text them!

Day 11 - Read a book with topic that is unfamiliar to you

Knowledge is power. And it really is. Read any book (non-fiction) which is centered around a theme which is quiet unfamiliar to you. For this, I will go for a finance book. Because I definitely need to work on my money management!

Day 12 - Eat super clean

You need a detox. I’m pretty sure. On this day, you have to cut out all processed foods, added salt, sugar or saturated fats. You’re going on a detox. If you’re a smoker, you can’t smoke today. Just one day. I’m a smoker, too, so I completely understand the difficult this challenge might present, but that is what challenges are for.

Day 13 - Share this challenge with a friend or someone you know

Nobody likes to feel alone. You don’t have to keep this challenge a secret, you’re already on day 13. Tell someone you’re doing it and ask them to join you. Tell them how much your life has changed since doing this challenge.

Day 14 - No complaints

“But how am I gonna do this? I’m complaining all the time.” - stop it, sweetie. I know you’re complaining a lot and where did all these complaints lead you to? You were miserable, let’s see what’s gonna happen after this “no complaints” day ends.

Day 15 - Apply for a job position you dream of

I desire to be a model for example. But I have never felt eligible to apply for a modeling job before. I’m sure there’s a job position which you have been dreaming of for a while, but you didn’t even dare to apply. Today, you have to.

Day 16 - Do something creative

Pretend you’re an artist, musician, singer, photographer or other arts professional. Make a music video, take great photos, paint a full picture, write a short story. Today you will explore your artistic abilities.

Day 17 - Visit a place in your town where you usually don’t go

Choose a different coffee shop, place or a restaurant which you usually don’t visit in your area. Explore new places.

Day 18 - Do a brain dump

Write every idea, thought, memory, regret etc. that is on your mind. Get clarity and get inspired.

Day 19 - Track everything you did today

Track every activity you do this day and at which time. This can feel obsessive, but is extremly effective for your time management.

Day 20 - Write down your bucket list

The craziest, most exciting and thrilling things you will achieve in your life will be written here. Write about places you want to go to, activities you want to experience, romantic pleasures, financial goals... this is an extended brain dump.

Day 21 - Flirt with a stranger you find attractive

If this isn’t on your bucket list, i don’t know what is. Maybe you’re dating that person from day 10, if so, flirt with them and make them feel like they’re living in a movie. Dress up nicely, move like a siren, and talk seductively. Find your flirting style this way. Do something similar with an attractive stranger in your grocery store.

Day 22 - Plan your day so the majority of it you spend outside

Try not to stay so much inside your home today. If you’re working or going to school/University, after those, don’t go home. Go to a park, sit by the beach or anywhere to be outside. Invite a collegue with you. Or grab coffee with them. Just try to be outside more than inside today.

Day 23 - Do something out of your comfort zone at work/school/University today

During a lecture, answer to professor’s question or ask him something in front of everyone. At work, think of something you want to do so badly, but didn’t have the guts to make it. Today you have.

Day 24 - Join a class where you can learn a new and valuable skill

Whether it’s a dancing, yoga, improv, digital marketing, language or any other class where you can learn a new skill. Do it. And I know it’s corona happening now, but try to do it where you can be connected with other attendees. If it’s done on Zoom, make sure it’s a public class and nothing private. You want to be around people. This could also mean joining a gym.

Day 25 - Get a tattoo or a piercing you’ve been wanting to have for a long time

It’s important to get out of your comfort zone and make things happen in this self-care challenge. If you’ve been wanting to get a tattoo, but you delayed it because you didn’t know which one, brainstorm today and make an appointment. Same thing for piercing. If you don’t want this, dress the way you have always wanted to dress today. Treat yourself with style of your choice.

Day 26 - Do not use any technology

On day 4, you didn’t use social media, today you won’t be using your phone, laptop, tablet, play station, TV or any other tech device. Be analog and vintage. Let’s see how it goes. Note: announce this to your friends, family, partner.

Day 27 - Plan a country you will absolutely visit in the near future

If corona is stopping you at this, do this the next year. Plan a vacation for a foreign country that you absolutely will visit in the near future. You don’t have to have the whole itinerary planned, but set the date.

Day 28 - Learn an easy dance

Imagine when you go to the next party and show your friends those new moves! Learn some simple dance today, take an hour out of your day and broaden your experience.

Day 29 - Make a vision board

In the past 28 days, you have challenged yourself enough to get the idea of where your life should go. You stepped out of your comfort zone and took care of yourself. Maybe some of these habits remained with you. So today make a vision board. Vision boards are awesome because they help you focus on what lifestyle suits you and your goals. And the more you see it, the more your subconcious will think you already have it, and that is the key to manifesting goals.

Day 30 - Challenge your beliefs

For the last day of this challenge, take initiative and do something yourself. When you wake up today, ask yourself: “if I could do anything today, what would I do?” Find the closest possible solution to that problem and do something different today. Something which is very specific for you situation.

And there they are! My 30-day challenge is done. It’s a mix of self-care, productivity, and social challenges. All essentials for one’s growth and happiness.

Check my Snapchat: @aristocratebabe where I will update my progress!

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