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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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am i warm enough for you?

➳ tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelings™, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessions

➳ wc ;; 5.6k..

➳ plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.

bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.

➳ a/n ;; i wasn’t even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3

this was originally posted on 4/20 but im reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags dskjds

It’s hazy.

A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you can’t describe. It’s a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till it’s soft and cradling your skull. It’s soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.

It’s a pleasant feeling, that’s all. Almost cozy but there’s a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that you’re afraid to reach out. You’re 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You can’t remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but there’s a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.

It’s a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.

And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like it’s drowning you. It’s the first time you’ve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you don’t know and can’t remember.

Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you don’t know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesn’t do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you don’t know how to answer them, and you’re still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.

Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but they’re not towards you. It’s him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them it’s an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.

Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.

Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, you’re experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.

It’s not enough to know them or who they are, it’s like know everything about them except the things that matter

Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.

MEETING 1:

The room is white. When you blink, colors flash in order - red, pale yellow, orange, forest green and you know. You blink a few more times, stretching your hands out in front of yourself. Curling your hands into fist then into stretched palms, you lean forward and stretch. You wriggle your toes - notice you're wearing shoes. Clothes from your closet. Strange.

You take a look around the room but there isn't much to see. There’s a wall in front of you with a glass divider and a mirrored empty room. The room across from yours has spiky decor littered against the walls. An orange dresser, plastic grenades and play guns. You know who it is without a second warning - and a foggy part in the back of your head tells you that it’s him, again but with more force. You don’t see anything in your room, but you figure he might. All of it is confusing to you.

Before you can blink, there’s a loud thud coming from the other side of the glass. It’s a silhouette, the outline of a face - but nothing clear. Dream logic dictates you can’t know a face you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know his outline. Spiky, he’s spiky everywhere.

“Hello?,” you call out, overly tentative. The figure pauses, seems to take in whatever they must be seeing. You’re not sure what response you’re expecting, really. There’s no expectations at all.

“...Who the fuck are you?,” says a pitchy, male voice. He sounds like he’s your same age, a highschool boy. His throat is rough, yet not overly deep. It’s almost scratchy.

“Uhm,”

You’re not sure how to reply. You can see him through the glass, but not really. Still, you take note of his shadows like they’re going to tell you anything more. You shove your hands in your pockets, messing around with something inside.

“Uh.. your soulmate, I think,” you reply.

Scratching the back of your neck as an awkward silence settles, you take a few minutes to try and figure what more to say.

“We met when we were kids once too,” you explain awkwardly. He must know, has too - this soulmate thing is a two way thing, but his silence is deafening. You just want to feel this space. Is it always this awkward?

“Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Forest Green,” you repeat, like a mantra. You hear him take in a sharp breath, and freeze. For some reason, you’d like to avoid upsetting him. He doesn’t seem like he’s taking to the information too well.

“I don’t have time for this damn bullshit… whatever quirk you’ve got to mimic this - cut it the fuck out,”

Hostile.

You pause, not sure how to feel. Half of you is offended, the other half is confused - had you done something to upset him? You can feel how he feels - but you don’t understand it. You sit with your mouth agape, like a fish out of water. Unsure of how to proceed, you scoff a little.

“Woah.. this isn’t a quirk thing. We’re.. soulmates? That’s already a thing,”

More silence. You’ve.. he doesn’t seem upset, but you can tell he’s not all that keen to the idea. It’s a bare minimum improvement that you find yourself valuing, without your consent. He breathes again, throat even more hoarse than before. His voice is angry but it doesn’t fit his responses, his feelings - so you don’t pay attention to his madness. Something is off.

“... I’m not supposed to have a soulmate. No fucking way I have a soulmate,” he grits. You step back, stumbling. You didn’t have any expectations.. but this wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. You feel uneasy, sick. It must be a shared feeling if the way he leans against a wall counts for anything.

A beat of silence passes before you open your mouth to speak.

“... I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to that,” you admit. He scoffs.

“Nothing you damn extra. Leave me the fuck alone,”

You don’t reply, too stunned. This was your soulmate? This.. asshole? Not that you were a peach entirely either, but this was supposedly the person that the universe had decided for you?

You shake your head. Maybe you’re just being rash? He could be a nice guy behind all the chaos. You try your best to hold onto that, that this was literally someone chosen for you before you gave up all hope. You sigh, cracking your neck.

“You can say whatever you want but.. we’re here, you know? It’s more productive to just go with it.. isn’t it?,”

“Go fuck yourself,”

“After meeting you, I’m not exactly over the fucking moon about it either. It is what is,”

“You’re not my fucking.. soulmate or whatever the fuck. Leave me alone,”

Your heart both aches with anger and sadness. You don’t know what to do. What does this shit-head know about you, anyway? You know he’s been through some shit, same as you - what makes him so entitled? You swallow the lump in your throat. It hurts. It pierces. Stupid soulmate bonds.

“Yeah? Alright. Fuck you too,”

You see him pace around for a longer before he disappears in a cloud of smoke. You didn’t even catch his name, and you’re not sure you wanted too. It must be morning, but at least you're away from him. It feels lonely, but it must just be you.

Your eyes flutter open but your heart is heavy with regret. You don’t know who it belongs to, but you’ve got class in an hour and not enough time to think about it. If he doesn’t want to meet you that’s fine.

It’s fine. Not like you wanted to meet your soulmate anyway.

You don’t have another meeting with your soulmate for months. Lately your dreams have little if anything to do with him or where he is, how he’s been. You have some of those split screen ones, where you know he’s there but neither of you acknowledge each other, even in spirit, like how you did before. When you wake up feeling angsty, you don’t know how to distinguish the feeling but you don’t try.

You wonder idly if he can feel your apathy, if he cares enough too. Maybe he also mistakes it for his own? It seems likely.

It’s a weekday where you’re getting ready for remedial classes at your school. First year advanced courses were no joke, and you find yourself regretting your choice to participate in them.

Still you get dressed anyway, put your uniform on and brush your teeth - wash your face with your eyes half open and look presentable. No one's home in the morning, the house is empty of any life but you. Food becomes a last minute priority, so you make an egg sandwich with cheese and eat it on the way to the train station.

You stare down at your feet as you step outside, music drowning out the noise of your surroundings aptly. The walk to the station is long and the ride is longer, but the streets are packed edge to edge. Musutafu is busy this time of year - the U.A. Sports Festival is taking place today and everything seems to reflect that. You barely manage to squeeze past all the strangers on the subway - clearly on their way to see it.

When you get to school, you're greeted by a mostly empty classroom with a teacher. These classes were straightforward as always, do the work you need to correct, have it approved and leave. It repeats until your finished with all the assignments and you get to be done. You give a respectful nod to your teacher before grabbing your work from your bag.

It goes on and on - occasionally, you hear an excited gasp and quiet chatter from classmates. It’s about the festival, the happenings - but you’re too caught up in completing your work that day and trying to get the fuck out of their as soon as possible.

Shit like that didn’t matter to you, anyways. It’s just a festival.

You leave around the same time the festival seems to have ended, the streets flooded with people - you miss the first station and wander towards an electronics store a block away from your highschool.

It’s the winners on TV. A guy with split hair - Shouto Todoroki, Endeavors son. A guy with a bird head, and a blonde with red eyes - muzzled to the pole.

When you see them, your heart stops. You can feel anger, an unfamiliar rage and humiliation building in your chest. It feels the word has stopped as you watch from afar, through screens. Your soulmate seems upset about something, but you wouldn’t know what.

And that blonde on TV, you wonder if you know him from somewhere.

MEETING 2:

Red.Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red.

You feel him before you even know what’s happening - and it catches you completely off-guard. You haven’t had a proper soulmate dream in two years. Smoke clouds your lungs, the taste of sugar burning your tongue as you cough yourself into awareness. This time, you’re not in a room but it’s a campground. In the middle of the space is a bonfire, burning warmly. This one feels more vivid, more real.

But you know it’s not, your body feel unusually light and your hands can’t hold anything for too long. You know it’s a dream, but you sit in the chair anyway. It feels like you're floating. You feel oddly warm. Dread builds in the pit of your stomach. Even though it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to your soulmate - you can’t forget the terrible first encounter. It sticks to the roof of your mouth - a bitter memory that fills you with unexplainable, irrational resentment.

But it’s not like you hadn’t been seeing him, to an extent. You’ve seen all his memories in bits and pieces - all of them tragic and painful. This time, you see people but they come in the form of small scraps. Spiky Red. Electricity. Tape. Pink with Horns. Music. Green. So much green and red - like Christmas, you’ve called it. You’ve seen disappearances, fear, anguish - so much anguish.

In the weeks after All Might’s fall, you were in so much pain - you couldn’t stop crying for days. It’s been enough time to know what feelings were yours and which were his - and these ones felt so much like him. It went on for nearly a year - you’d almost got accustomed to it. If tears showed up to blot the ink of your lecture notes, you didn’t think twice about it. You tried to keep yourself calm, steady - in hopes you could lend your soothing to him. Even if he hated your guts, you could barely believe so much sadness could exist in one person. You didn’t know what happened but whatever it was - it must’ve been terrible. At the very least, you felt sympathy.

Sympathy was enough to get by for a long time. A neutral, level-headed sympathy that helped soothe some of your own hurt.

All that said, you were hardly expecting to see him again - especially not this soon. You don’t remember the last time you thought about him in anything other than passing - actively. It’s one thing to know what's happening - you’ve felt him passively everyday for damn near two years.

But it’s another thing to see him in front of you, force yourself to acknowledge him as your soulmate even if he insists on not doing the same.

You squirm in your chair, noticing that you’re wearing PJ’s instead of clothes. Just a hoodie and sweats, none of which fit you quite right. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fiddling with the stray strand of thread loose.

“What the fuck is this shit?,”

Your stomach drops. Unsure of what to say, you opt to say nothing at all. Just let him be, sit quietly in your dreams and mind your business. Maybe he’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over.

You can’t see him from the corner of your vision but you can hear him shuffle. The way he touches things, noticing how they make noise but don’t feel quite right in his hands. How it feels real but doesn’t, how it is real and isn’t. Surely, he’s noticed you by now. The lingering silence makes you squirm.

“...It’s you,”

You flinch, lifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but it’s different from before. In a fleeting moment, something occurs to you.

You can see him. What he looks like. Blonde with red eyes, and a sharp chin and thin waist. You know it must mean you’ve seen him before - perhaps you’d even seen each other, but for your life you can’t remember where you’ve seen his face. It’s right there, on the edge of your mind, but you’re stumped.

“Hello?,”

“Oh,” your reply comes short, strained. Your eyes flutter as you press your lips into a flat line. “Uh, hi,”

The blonde sits in the chair, slumping down. His eyes go towards the flickering flames without another word and you decide it’s best not to engage. It stays like that for a while, a beat of silence - not awkward but not comfortable, passing by without another thought. It all feels real, present - not like normal dreams. This must be the special kind of soulmate thing you find yourself feeling resentful towards.

His eyes are heavy. Relief is overwhelming him, with an iron grip and he’s worried you can feel it. If you can, you don’t say a word.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he admits.

The words sound tender passing through his mouth, unmistakably so - but you don’t get your hopes up. Instead, you give him a placating laugh, leaning forward towards the fire and mirroring him.

“I didn’t think so either,”

When it falls silent, it feels comfortable. It’s not like either of you have anything to say to each other right now, with no manual on how this was supposed to go. If he even wanted to go there.

“I can.. see you,” you start. He squints.

“You couldn’t before?,”

This takes you by surprise. You shake your head.

“No..Could you? See me, I mean?,”

Bakugo feels heat rise to his skin. Oh. Huh.

“Yeah,” he replies, a sharp inhale leaving his lungs “I can see you,”

There’s something tense in the air. It’s a strange sensation - to know the deepest and most intimate parts of someone without even knowing their name proper, or where they went to school, or what they normally eat for breakfast. All that connects you are these mutual feelings, shared grief that holds you two to the title of soulmates. This odd bond.

“..d’ya still think I’m a quirk wielding villain?,” you laugh, or try too - you’re doing your best to cut the tension. He can feel your hurt all the way from your sit, so deep in his gut - it’s been haunting him for years. How many nights of sleep he’s lost knowing there are soft and helpless tears coming from these suppressed feelings. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He’s changed a lot in two years - but not enough to be good at this.

“No, I don’t,”

“Oh,”

He smiles, just a little. It’s gentle, casts shadow on his face from the light of the fire. It’s warm, everything feels warm and better and invigorating. When you look at him and his uneasy expression - you know he feels it too.

“By the way, uhm - what’s your name? Ka.. something? Right?,”

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He nods a little.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replies, expectantly. You seem surprised that he wants to know yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” comes your reply.

“Nice to meet you,” says him, Bakugo - your soulmate.

“Nice to meet you too,”

Getting to know Bakugo is unusually easy. You get the feeling it wouldn’t be, in the case that you were anything but soulmates - but Bakugo has never known being this intimate with someone other than you. Despite himself, how much he hates himself - you never seem too. Even though you feel and see all the ugliest parts of him - have since he was small enough to still be innocent, you always treat him the same.

Your conversations are short, and shallow. Regardless, he’s not used to talking so much about himself. But you’re always curious, so much so Bakugo doesn’t have the heart to see your countless questions go unanswered.

You keep a little notebook of all of your encounters. You remember them by heart but write them down too, just in case you miss something. You ask about his friends - Spiky Red and Soft Green, referring to them that way even after you’ve known their names. You ask about his work - the life of a dangerous hero, and if he ever gets nervous flying through the air.

Admittedly, he’s mean to you. He teases you so frequently, he’s lost count of all the times you’ve huffed and puffed at his sarcastic remarks. Still, you never turn away from him. You stand with your foot down and your arms crossed over your chest - insistent on making him feel flustered too. And it works, somehow - because you know all too much about Bakugou and always gets him right where he’s most conscious about. You don’t have to tease him about his feelings since you know them like the palms of your hand.

But these shallow conversations always mean a little more to him that he knows how to verbalize, and half the time he doesn’t need to do that at all. You’ve learned the masterful of working around him quietly, making all the parts of that feel too big to love - something small and fragile. Somehow, you’ve made being with him, even as friends - feel like less of an impossible feat but a dream.

Katsuki Bakugo has been in love with you since he was 6 years old. There must be some feelings we cannot share with our soulmates, because he has no idea if you feel it or not. He just knows he does, somewhere deep in the cavern of his heart, he loves you.

You never cross the barrier of romance with him, though. A paralyzing fear seems to settle in your bones when you breach too close to love and intimacy - and Bakugo understands those feelings, even if he doesn’t know exactly why they’re there. It’s not something you’ve decided to tell him yet, but he feels it in the same way he feels your loneliness. You may be kind but you’re more guarded than he is, and not fearless but reckless.

But he still finds himself aching to love and be loved by you, no matter how much he hates it. The yearning still manages to swallow him, even late into the night.

MEETING 3:

It’s been a while since your last meeting with Bakugo but not long. You were 21 now, but your dream visits were frequent. When you weren't speaking or seeing him through dreams - you were watching him on TV. You’d been yet to meet with him in real life but to you, that was okay. Seeing him like this had been more than enough.

Today was different. Normally, that bonfire was always a back-drop to these little encounters but it was a field today - a filed with rolling hills and hundreds of flowers and tall grass that made you feel itchy. The sun was permanently stuck right before it set but it was so warm everywhere. When you get there, there’s a blanket on the top of one of the hills. You sit on it cautiously and watch the wind pass. Everything is tinged orange, and red - you know he’s there with you before he appears.

When he does, he seems different. You glance over at him as he stumbles towards you in a stupor, and when he does finally sit - you get a whiff of alcohol coming from his neck and mouth. It’s strong enough to make a little dizzy. Blinking owlishly, he sits crisscross besides you, staring a little at the surroundings.

“..the fuck?,” he slurs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh. He nearly falls over, body swaying so you bring his head down to your shoulder wordlessly, a furious heat running all over your skin. Even though you can’t feel him, the gesture makes you feel something in your belly.

“Why’re you so drunk?,”

“Birthday,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen in surprise. Bakugo is seemingly unfazed, eyes drooping with tiredness. He’s completely inebriated.

You feel yourself grow tender. You’d have to wake up and remember the days date. Despite all the times you’ve met, you had no clue about his birthday or how he celebrated. You feel your heart ache at the idea you’ve spent the latter half of it together, in your own way.

“Happy Birthday, Bakugo.”

“Bakugo this, Bakugo that,” he growls, a little incoherent “We’re supposed to be fucking soulmates and you still call me by that.. damn name.”

He hiccups a little as you sit there stunned. You blink.

“.. You think of us as soulmates?,”

“Are you some kind of moron?,”

You scowl, flicking his forehead with your thumb and forefinger. He makes a noise of indignance.

“Well, how would I know? When we first met, you didn’t seem enthused about it,”

Bakugo sighs tiredly.

“I was 15 and an asshole - clearly I don’t fuckin’ feel that anymore,”

You seem surprised again.

“..You don’t?,”

Instead of swearing at you, he closes his eyes and gets closer to you. The liquor runs through his system like liquid courage and he nods a little.

“Not at all,”

“What do you..”

“What do you think I mean?,” he barks a laugh. You feel your pulse under your skin, drumming against your chest like a hammer. You can’t even breathe.

You’ve had feelings for Bakugo from the second proper meeting you’d had with him. It was clear as a day that he was your soulmate for good reason, that inexplicable draw that kept your heart from ever belonging to anyone else. You tried to - tried to go on dates and see other opportunities through but he was always so one of a kind.

Yet, you’d given up all hope that it would mean anything to harbor these feelings, convinced that Bakugo simply wasn’t interested in you In doing any of this. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want - so you kept your distance with hope that he’d still be in your life. It was enough, or you’d wanted it to be.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t started thinking about it more and more as the days pass. What it would be like to see him, touch him and love him and be with him for real - these passive daydreams gone vivid. If he could see your dreams, he must know about them. But you didn’t know how to approach it - how to approach love at all.

That’s the thing with soulmates. You’re told that you’ll just have the answers, destiny will do the hard work but that’s far from true. Because even now, with Bakugo leaning on your shoulder with this confession lingering in the air - you don’t know what to do.

“Stop being so nervous,” he mumbles. You stumble a little over yourself.

“Sorry,”

He chuckles.

“You really need me to say it, huh?,” he sighs. He picks himself. If he’s drunk and reckless, then fuck it - he’s gonna take it all the way. He drops his head onto your lap with a tired sigh.

“I think you’re my soulmate, you fuckin’ idiot,” he admits.

And it’s hard to say, because feelings don’t come easy for Bakugo Katsuki - but it’s the least he can do. All Bakugo Katsuki has ever known is to be lonely. It’s a loneliness that he’d forced on himself. Bottling up all the anger and sadness and swallowing it. It’s long since sunk it’s claws into him. That overwhelming, all consuming ugly feeling that lingers underneath that superiority complex.

That no one would ever, could ever love the ugliness that lingers in him. That no one who knew him for what he truly is, could care for him. Deku was the first of many disbeliefs and not much had changed.

Except for when it did. Except for when he met you - in a dream, and you were real and beautiful even at 15. That the universe hadn’t been playing some sick joke on him when he kept seeing you in his dreams, so soothing to his teenage loneliness. You were real and that was so fucking scary.

But you loved him anyway. Looked out for him when he was at his lowest - the soothing beat of your heart in the days after All Mights end . When he cried himself into sleep and dreamed of you. God, how he dreamed of you. Not especially romantic dreams, but dreams of how you made breakfast. How you watched cartoons on Sunday and read manga in your classes instead of the assigned work. How you fell asleep on the train station and always ate icecream after big tests. How you were especially mundane and how he got to be apart of that everyday routine.

After all, you see dreams of each other, but Bakugo has no clue what your dreams of him look like. His have always looked like you though.

When he was worthless and empty and unable to give you anything meaningful, to apologize or put his pride away - you had loved him anyway. Felt for him with clumsy hands and held on, not letting go. Even when he was begging for you to leave him alone, in fear of this all being nothing more than a cruel dream - you held on tightly to him. With your silly notebook questions and dumb names.

Bakugo Katsuki has never known what it means to love someone who isn’t you. Even if you found someone else and there was someone better than you for him, he would grit his teeth and bear it. He wonders if he’ll ever believe he deserves you. He wants to believe you’re his soulmate - to believe you wont ever leave. To believe that he did something right enough that the universe could give him someone like you.

And he wishes he could say all this, but he can’t - he just closes his eyes and hopes you can feel it.

“You’re so mean,”

“Isn’t that why you like me?,” he grins.

And you can feel his sincerity. He should feels yours too.

“I love you, actually,”

He gasps, a sharp breath that stabs his lungs. He feels sober from the confession.

His voice is gravelly when he speaks.

“Yeah, shit - me too,”

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. The address is correct, it has to be with the way this place looks. Only a hero could live here, with the floors that lead up to skies. He lives on 3rd floor, so you swallow your fear. You give yourself a thumbs up in the glass window pane of the building before entering through the doors.

When you get there, a box sits. You press the button next to his place, bouncing on the balls of your feet until you answer.

“Hello?,”

His voice feels different in real life. You cough.

“Uh, hi,” you greet awkwardly “I’m here,”

“Oh,” he says. You hear something buzz and then him again. “Come on up,”

And you do. The elevator ride feels like it stretches mild, classic piano echoing against the empty walls. You feel yourself feel sick but you’re not sure it’s from the movement. All you can do is fidget and wait.

When the doors open, you peak your head out into the hallway. He’s the first one on the left, just as promised. You can see a welcome mat - forest green, and something in you knows that it’s the right one.

You step up and knock, three times precisely. Your heart is all the way in your ears and everything in you is filled with unease and excitement.

When the door swings open, the world stops. You gape like a fish out of water in disbelief. He’s tall and big like he promised he’d be, but you’re unprepared. His chin is scruffy, eyes full of sleep. Strong chest and arms that seem to crowd your vision, you don’t know what do.

His expression is full to the brim with feelings you’ve never seen. He steps aside with his head ducked down.

“Come in,”

“Ah.. right,”

You take your shoes off and place them in the slippers meant for you - they fit you just right, and it can’t be a coincidence. Your heart swells up a little as you take your coat off, hanging it on the rack. You can feel his eyes as they linger on your silhouette.

“So -,”

Before you can get a word out, you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist. His scruff brushes against the skin of your neck as he holds you tightly too him. The warmth of his breath lingers on your neck - and he hiccups, a sob stored in his rib cages let out with a howl. The tears blur your vision too. You can feel his drip onto your shoulder as you snivel into his neck. Your legs feel weak, but he holds you up at the door - the only thing keeping you standing.

You cling around him tightly, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. It’s him, your soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. He’s real and holding you - and he smells like leather and sugar and a fireplace. He’s warm and strong and overwhelming and your crying into his shoulder with so much feeling you don’t know what to do. You hit him weakly, unsure of what do with yourself and he laughs.

“Damn you, shitty woman - makin’ me fucking cry,” but his voice is strained. It’s like something connected, how you feel each other so intimately in that moment. Not only because you’re soulmates, but because you love each other so deeply. Your heart feels heavy.

When you pull away, you manage to give him a warbly smile.

Your hands cradle his face - so handsome and wonderful. You lean forward, emboldened, and peck him. He melts into your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. It makes you grin.

Maybe you don’t realize that he had.

He’d been waiting for you all this time.

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thedeviltohisangel · 3 years

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The Only Good I’ve Ever Done

During the five years he was blipped away, he thought about the snippets of his life that he would miss the most. The moments that he never appreciated enough. The moments that were so fleeting that he never got to expound upon. Plenty of them involved his family. Times on the fishing boat that he didn’t realize would keep him alive in his adult years. Holding his nephews for the first time and learning there was so much more to life and legacy. But so many also involved her.

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There were a few things about Louisiana that Sam knew would never change. They would always have the best seafood. His sister and nephews would always be there. And he would always hold his breath waiting to run into Leila.

They kept in contact while he was deployed. Spotty phone calls and fuzzy video calls sustained them but Sam cherished the letters she sent him more than anything. It was as if each stroke of her pen captured a bit of her heart that she sent away to be with him. Everyone teased him about how he was whipped for this girl. Asked him why he came out to this hellscape if he had such a beautiful woman at home waiting for him. He never answered because he didn’t think they would get it. He was here because he had a lot to prove. Prove to his parents that he could be responsible and mature. Prove to Leila and her family that he could keep her safe and provide for her. Prove to himself he deserved her.

When he was selected for the Falcon program, their communication slowed and slowed until it stopped altogether. He was pulling long hours and participating in highly classified missions and he didn’t know how to balance it. Leila still sent him letters even though he stopped writing back. He read them and felt numb. After so long, she stopped writing too. Every stroke of her pen broke her heart. She didn’t have anything left to give. She stopped visiting his sister and parents. Stopped looking at the houses for sale in the paper. Stopped looking at the bridal magazines in the waiting area of the doctor’s office. Her mom told her that sometimes people grow apart. Tried to help her rationalize Sam’s sudden disinterest. Her father told her that he had been right all along. That Sam was just some boy, not ready to be a man. That she deserved better. Leila held onto the hope that when he came back, she could look him in the eyes and talk to him and everything would be better. That they just needed to see each other again and it would all be okay. He would be hers again.

But his end date came and went. She heard nothing from him. Didn’t see him around town. When she found the courage to ask Sarah, she broke the news Sam wasn’t moving back to Louisiana. And she felt the nail in the coffin go right through her chest.

Sam thought about her when he watched Riley fall from the sky. Thought about her when he jumped out of the building in DC. Thought about her when he was locked in a cell on the Raft. He thought of her when he was snapped away and when he was snapped back and he had never known just how temporary life was than he did in those five years.

And now he stood on a dock in Louisiana and there were seagulls and old friends and she was there. She was smiling and laughing and he didn’t even know how to say hello to her.

She had heard Sam was back in town. She had been actively avoiding anywhere she thought he might be but there he was. A part of her could have guessed this was where they would ultimately cross paths. His family had so much history here. If there was anywhere for him to feel grounded, it would be at this dock.

It was also very clear that he was not going to come up and talk to her. At least not anytime soon. And if she wanted to have a conversation with him, after the years without one, she would have to be the one to initiate it.

“Hi, Sam Wilson.” There was no use in being nervous about it. No use in beating around the bush or pretending that they didn’t have the history that they did. She no longer held any resentment towards him. There had been too many years since then and too many astronomical events for him to hold her hostage. Since the last time she heard from him, she had loved others and lost others and learned how to grieve and how to cope and why her mother always told her the most important thing to be is resilient.

“Hey. I saw you over there and I was gonna-”

“You weren’t. That’s why I did,” she said with a smile. He was different. She could tell in just the handful of words they had exchanged. But he was still Sam. Maybe just a little rougher around the edges.

“If I didn’t know how to be with you Leila, I certainly don’t know how to be around you now.” He figured she deserved honesty after all these years. Besides, he had lost his chance with her long ago. There was no use in trying to save face or act suaver than he was.

“Well, if you’re here long enough we can try to figure it out. Try to find our inner second graders and go back to the simpler times,” she teased. Sam smiled and felt warm at the thought. Sometimes, people were meant to be in your life. You don’t always know how or why but you know you can’t live fully without them. She was one of those people to him. He was one of those people to her. It’d be worth the awkwardness to find some sense of rhythm and belonging again.

“Okay then let’s start simple. I’m here to work on the boat and brought some stuff for dinner if you have the time.” It sounded easy enough. Harmless enough. Two people catching up. There was a lot of that going around since they all had been snapped back. “Unless there’s someone in your life and doing that would be weird cause all the ladies here would certainly spread that around town.” She looked down at her shoes with a sad smile.

“There is but there isn’t. It’s a long story,” she replied.

“I have a lot of long stories too,” he shared. Without thinking, he reached for her hand and she met him halfway. Just the simple act made her feel safe and secure. Made her feel more protected than she had in years. Like she didn’t need to look over her shoulder in fear because he would be behind her. “Come on.”

She followed him to the old Wilson family boat and stood still for a moment once her feet landed on deck. It had been so long since she had stepped foot on the vessel, years of memories rushing back at her. She found her way down into the galley and smiled as she thought about the times with Sam where they had taken full advantage of the privacy being below deck brought them. As kids they had pretended it was pirate ship. As teenagers it was place to steal kisses and exploring touches. As young adults it had been sharing beers and learning about physical intimacy. “During those five years, Sarah let displaced persons live here. The marina felt like a real community again. Like it did back when we were little.” Leila paused at the corkboard with pictures and let her fingers brush the polaroid of her that was pinned there.

“She hasn’t mentioned that to me,” Sam replied as he emptied the paper bag of food onto the tiny table tucked into the corner.

“I’m sure you’ve both had more than enough to catch up on.” She slid into the chair he pulled out for her and took a nervous sip of a water bottle. “Thanks for the food,” she said with a smile as she popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth.

“It’s your favorite place. It’d be sacrilege to eat it without you.”

“It’s weird. The things you still remember about someone after time apart. The things you didn’t know you remembered until you saw them again.” She avoided his gaze when she looked up and saw how soft his eyes were as they landed on her. He had caused her nothing but pain and heartbreak since she had seen him last. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness. Didn’t deserve a second chance with her heart. Didn’t deserve to look at her like he loved her.

“You said there was someone,” Sam asked, clearing his throat. He couldn’t spend another second with her, falling in love all over again, if there was someone waiting for her at home.

“I was engaged. Pre-blip. He...dusted while we were on vacation. Everyone else came back…” she paused and wiped a tear from her cheek. “I assume he’s happier wherever he is and doesn’t want to come back to me.” In her eyes, it was exactly what Sam had done. Gotten a taste of life without her and decided it was the one he preferred to live. Sam reached for her hand across the table but she pulled it out of his reach.

“I’m sorry.” For what he did or her fiance did, he wasn’t sure.

“Don’t be. I’m tired of everyone feeling sorry for me. I should be used to being alone by now.” She dropped her head into her hands with a sad chuckle. “I didn’t take you up on your offer to be snarky or rehash the past. I’m sorry.”

Now it was his turn. “Don’t be. What I did all those years ago. Not writing you back. Not calling when I got to DC-”

“I can’t relive it, Sam.” It was still too raw. Too real. Too ever present in the back of her mind that she barely survived it the first time, let alone talking it out with him a second time.

“I was scared. Scared of the fact that we had a real future together and real plans and a real chance of making it in this world. I was scared back then and I can’t be scared now. Not anymore.” If he didn’t say what he needed to, wanted to, he would never be able to live with himself. Not with all the loss he had suffered. “And when I watched my partner fall from the sky I was even more scared of not having those things. Of depriving you of your chance to have them. I knew I was committed to a life of service and that there’d be times when I had to put you second and I didn’t want to make that choice.”

“It wasn’t your choice to make. You took that choice away from me,” she responded with a new fire residing inside of her. She had never got the chance to have this fight with Sam. Her spirit had been waiting long enough.

“You’re right. I made the choice to give us a clean break-”

“Clean? Were you high on gunpowder over there?” She slid off the chair angrily and grabbed her purse from where she had tossed it. Her appetite was gone. Her elation at sharing a meal with Sam Wilson was gone.

“Don’t walk away from this. We owe it to ourselves to have this out. End things for good!” he called after her as he followed her onto the deck of the boat.

“I hate you, Sam! I hated you everyday for years and even when others came along I hated you for making it impossible to move on! I hate you for being you and I hate myself even more for still loving you!” she jabbed her finger in his direction then promptly deflated.

“I never hated you, Leila. I never stopped being in love with you.” He wanted to kiss her. Crush her against him and never let her go. Promise her that he was ready to settle down and give her the life they had dreamt about together all those years ago. He took a step and she held up a hand to stop him.

“If you take another step, you have to understand what it means.” Sam grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. Kissed the tip of every finger and held it to his chest.

“It means I will never break another promise to you. Means you’re my forever and you have my heart for the rest of time. It means I will never put you second ever again and will spend the rest of my days earning your trust and forgiveness.” She stepped forward but kept her hand right where it was.

“Kiss me,” she whispered. And he did. It was softer than the reunion kisses of his dreams. His fingers were threaded in her hair, her eyelashes brushing against the top of his cheekbones as she leaned against him to try and get closer, closer, closer. Her hands were softer against his cheeks than he thinks he deserves. They held him with care. A delicate nature that had been removed from his life since the last time he held her like this. Leila’s toes stretched her upwards until Sam read her cue and gripped her thighs so she could jump and be his height. “Keep your hands above my waist.”

“What?” he asked dizzily as he pulled away but nipped at her jaw.

“You still have a lot of trust and forgiveness to earn,” she teased as she unhooked her legs from his waist and landed on her own two feet.

“Damn do you know how to wrap a man around your finger.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss. But he couldn’t help his mind wandering to her fiance. The man who abandoned her in some far corner of the world. Sam wanted to find him and...and maybe his anger at himself now had a different target after all these years. “Do you have a ride home?” he asked tenderly as he swayed with her in his arms.

“Are you offering to fly me back?” she asked jokingly but also seriously. She’d say yes if he offered.

“No. I wish I could but the men in camo don’t trust me outside the base.” She pouted and it punched him in the gut. “Soon. I’ll make it work, figure something out.” The following moment of peaceful silence and companionship was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket.

“Real work or superhero work?” she asked as he looked at it with a furrowed brow.

“Both. Just need a minute and then...then…” It kept ringing and ringing, he couldn’t get a thought out.

“I’ll go clean downstairs. Don’t take too long.” She kissed his cheek, dragging her hand down his arm before twining their fingers briefly, Sam not letting her escape his grasp until she got too far away to hold onto. He knew he kept putting this on his plate. His normal missions as Falcon. The Flag Smashers. The house and the boat. All of them felt like a weight on his soul but Leila...Leila felt like she lifted it. When she was around, he felt like he could breathe again. He was doing his best to juggle everything and he hoped, and prayed, none of them fell from his grasp. Not again. Not this time.

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toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

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Hello! I am new to tumblr and I would like to know if you can do jealous! bede x reader PD: I'm from a Spanish speaking country and that's why I put everything I wanted to ask you in the translator: v

Es un placer~

Bede had invited you over for tea with him to spend some time together.

The two of you had been so busy with each of your own duties, that a simple get together for tea seemed as amazing and pleasant as a fancy date out in the town.

You had insisted on bringing over a box of small cakes from a popular pastry shoppe in Wydon to pair with the tea to come.

The said box was being carefully held in your hands as you walked through Ballonlea. Your Sylveon carrying your bag happily behind you.

You noticed that some people had started to stare and point at you. The two kids were jumping up and down, tugging at their parent's pants and insisting on walking over there to talk to you.

Being a champion wasnt easy in privacy sense. Anytime you went out in populated cities you were recognized and stopped, asked for autographs, pictures, and even handshakes alike.

You sighed, not in annoyance, but in acceptance. You gave the children a smile and beckoned them with a hand. "You all can come over if you'd like to. It won't be a bother."

The parent's expressions seemed hesitant at first but the kids were already running quickly over to you. One insisted on a autograph, while the other asked over and over to pet your Sylveon.

A few other people gathered around, a small but cramped group forming around you.

More questions, more voices, and more hands were around you.

"Champion! Can I ask what led to your success?"

"Does Sylveon know how to use Misty Terrain? Can it do it now?:

"Let's take a selfie!"

"It's so amazing to finally meet the champion!"

"Whats your Pokebook url? Can we be friends?"

The flashes from phones and zooming around of Rotom phones blinding you. Even Sylveon was having trouble staying calm and collected like usual.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed, your hand then getting tired from the handshakes, autographs, and poses you were seemingly forced to do to saite the growing group around you and your pokemon.

"Guys... I'm really sorry, but I have to go, I'm only here to visit someone." You muttered out, hoping someone would hear you.

This only caused the voices to increase.

"Who are you visiting Champion?"

"Is it someone you're dating?"

"Who are you dating Champion?"

"Is it Bede?"

You felt like you were about to combust into flames when you began to see the crowd look behind them and a pathway quickly being made as a familiar figure appeared in front of you.

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Bede!"

Violet eyes met your e/c ones. He was huffing loudly, his chest rising and falling quickly. "Y/N..."

A young girl piped up. "Are you two dating?"

This caused the crowd to go from silent into a almost frenzy.

You cursed under your breath. And were about to reply when you saw a flash of light.

Bede had called out his Rapidash and it appeared in front of them, tall and elegant. Taller than the rest of the crowd.

This caused the crowd's attention to go to his Rapidash as Bede took your hand and quickly led you out and away from the crowd.

Your Sylveon had wrapped one of her feelers around your other hand. And had escaped with you.

You were quiet until the two of you had gotten to his and Opals' home. With the door shut behind you, you immediatly sank to your knees.

"Thank you sweetie, I never would havee gotten away from them without you." you thanked your boyfriend with a small laugh as he only scoffed softly, his arms crossing over his chest.

"You were taking forever. So I figured you were being overly nice and letting your fans take up your time." He replied, not meeting your gaze.

You heard Opal come into the room, her cane added a extra tap to her feet. Her soft blue eyes met yours and she chuckled. "Oh that wasn't the reason dear. His act wasn't only to save you from your adoring fans." She said aloud, her gaze at Bede now.

You looked at Bede, who in return flashed his eyes towards you for only a spit second before it landed on anything except you. His cheeks becoming more red, a frown on his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

This caused Opal to laugh loudly, slapping her hand on her cane as she took a seat at the table. Sylveon took your box of cakes and placed them on the table next to her.

"What...?" You responded and Opal placed a hand on the box of cakes. Smoothing her finger over it she undid the clasp on the lid and opened it.

"That poor boy was in every sense of the word jealous!" She finally replied, after picking out which cake she wanted.

You looked to Bede again who was smoothing back his hair slowly, still not looking at you. You noticed his shoulder seemed more tight.

Opal pushed the box to the centre of the table and turned in her seat towards you both. "He watched you continuously sign autographs and take pictures, and with each minute he paced back and forth until he couldn't take it anymore and rushed out the door himself. Never seen him run so fast in my life, he almost ran as fast as his Rapidash!"

You glanced towards Bede one final time as you could have sworn his head couldn't get any redder. He finally met your gaze and you saw him swallow before speaking up.

"First of all! Not jealous! Second!" He paused before leaning down to give you a quick kiss on the lips. "Learn to say no when you've got plans with someone else."

You placed your head on his shoulder. "I gotcha."

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harryhandstan · 3 years

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there are posts that go around asking for love letters and i want to write a love letter and i love u and i think i want to write a love letter for you even if i can’t write to save my life and even if i fumble over my words in real life and am so clumsy my fingers stumble over a simple four word text. i want to tell you i love you because i do love you i love you just for being you i love you because you are alive because you are breathing because you made it through another day. i wish more than anything in the whole wide world that you could understand how loved you are how many people adore you and appreciate you and wonder each day how they possibly could have lived without you before they met you. i wish you could understand how much i love you. i want you to understand to know to realize that you are so wonderful and good and amazing it makes me smile just to hear your name or feel the thought of you cross my mind and every time i see something that reminds me of you - your url, your pfp, the name sterling - i think of you and everything you’ve said and every word we’ve exchanged and a little bit of happiness just flows from my head to my toes and i love you so so much. and i understand if you don’t understand it i get it i get it i get it but i thought i’d type it out because it’s true and i only wish you could understand everything i feel about you everything the people you know feel about you. and i understand if you won’t post this if you think it’s too long if you think im lying (im not). i just want you to see this and want you to read it or skim it and maybe smile a little bit. or maybe you’ll see it and it’s too long and you’ll ignore it and delete it and that’s okay i just want to write it out because if there’s a slim chance you’ll read it if there’s a slim chance you’ll understand just for a moment how much i love you how much you are loved it’s worth it it’s worth it it’s so worth it. i love you lindsey i love you so much and you’re so loved and i’m so happy you’re alive.

I'm putting this all under a keep reading cause I just..there's so much to unpack and respond to here I can't even believe your kindness 🥺

first of all, I feel the need to apologize for the late response but I read this last night and I genuinely was so overwhelmed with love and you took the time to put thought into what you wrote to me so I wanted to do the same for you. I don't want you to take my late reply as a sign that I would just ignore or delete something like this or take it lightly because I promise you I never would.

I want you to know I read this once when you sent it through. I read it again out loud to my sister. I took screenshots of it and sent it to my friend and posted it on twitter cause I was just in absolute shock that someone like me would have such an impact on you like this. It's saved on my phone now and I promise you it will NEVER be deleted. I'll always keep it there and go back and read over it when I need it. I'm crying again reading it now and trying to wrap my brain around so much love in one message. I keep especially reading over the part about how you wonder how others could have lived without me just...wow. WOW.

I may not understand just in a way that again sometimes I find it very hard to find love for myself and it's not that I don't believe you cause I do and just because things have been hard for me lately it doesn't make me appreciate your words any less. if anything it makes me appreciate them more because you may or may not have seen me talk about how bad things have gotten for me lately but either way knowing you care about me and love me this much means so much.

it makes me SO happy that you even see my icon or my name or just think of me or a small character in my fics and that brings you joy? you say we've exchanged words before and knowing anything I've rambled on about in any interaction would help or bring you to feel that way enough to send this to me just makes me feel so special and loved I can never tell you how much.

Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU. I can't say it enough, thank you. I love you so much. I genuinely love each and every interaction I get here and love being friends with everyone and this is hands down one of my favorite, most overwhelmingly kind interactions in the best way. Please message me off anon so we can be friends or come back and I'll give you an emoji. I would LOVE to interact more. I hope life treats you with all the love and kindness in the world cause you deserve it and more!!!!

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#ask me stuff #anon #answered

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loveisbraveandwild · 5 years

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Hi! This is my “how i met taylor swift” story! i’ll never be able to express how much the privilege of being invited by taylor herself into her home to hear the lover album early, eat her rice krispy treats, and tell her i’m proud of her means to me, but here’s my attempt at least telling the story. it’s a long story so if you hate reading click here to watch the video i made about it!

At 5:30pm on July 21st, I was sitting in my bed on tumblr and a message pops up on my screen that says “Taylor Nation CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE.” Me, not trusting anyone on this site, clicked it thinking it was fake there’s no frickin way i got the dm. I read the url and the message about four times until i finally sat up out of my bed and immediately text sam, my best friend in the whole world. she texts me back in all caps, as a real friend does, and then she facetimes me. I missed what she first said but i will never forget her saying “i got mine on twitter.” After talking to her on the phone, i finally reply to tn.

monday and tuesday go by and nothing happens. on wednesday at 2:54pm I text sam “tn forgot about us” then at 2:57 my long live ringtone started blaring and i pick up and this guy is like “is this grace ----” and im like yes and he says “this is x with taylor nation.” ive never jumped up and screeched louder in my life. he tells me our conversation is confidential, confirms where i’m from, and then asks me if i can go to rhode island. here’s my reaction to my phone call.

on friday, whilst in target, having saved taylor nation’s number in my phone, i get another phone call from them. they tell me the original location has been leaked and ask me if i can get to nashville. i’ll never be able to emphasize how grateful and privileged i feel to not only be able to have gone to sessions but to be able to say yes without needing to confirm anything with my parents and to be able to change my plans, after having booked a flight to RI (don’t worry i got a full refund!)

the following saturday i woke up at 3::30am to catch a flight to nashville. sam and my flight got in 4 minutes apart from each other. the rest of the day is a story for another time but basically i freaked out because i met about 2 dozen other swifties that i’ve been friends with for a long time. i had lunch and dinner with them, we went to the taylor swift education center, and we hung out in the hotel together. the day ended with me meeting emma, someone who i hardly interacted with but admired so much because of her blog.

sunday morning we woke up and freaked out and spent the morning trying to stomach food and getting ready. then we went to the hotel and got to the meet up spot at 3:15ish. there were so many people i knew there and it was the craziest experience ever. at 4 a woman from tn comes up and gets us and steals our phones, etc. an hour later they bring us out to the buses and that’s when i started to get really, really overwhelmed and start crying. i would have fallen to my knees if sam hadn’t caught me.

i’m the last person off the second bus and we round the corner and once again, i start crying. fast forward and we’re in line for food (which i did not eat) and i see these adorable little labels for the food that look like taylor’s handwriting, once again, sobbing. i turn to sam and say “she loves us so much.” even if she didn’t write those cards, someone took the time to sit down and hand write them and even the smallest act went the longest way for me.

we get in line to enter the room and about 30 minutes later they open the doors. five minutes later she jumped out and says “hey guys!” she looked the exact same as she does on my computer screen, fake. her hair was perfect, she was tall (not as tall as i imagined though), smiling, beautiful, gorgeous, all the good things. she then tells us not to share anything that happens in this room and when taylor looks you in the eye and tells you to do something you do it.

half way through we take a little break and sam and i are in line for the bathroom when i see people coming back in the session room i immediately tell sam to sit down and we do, not moving an inch. front. row. seats. two feet away from her chair is probably an overstatement. i don’t know how it happened but we were two frickin feet away from where she was sitting. she comes back and plays the rest of the album.

then they take the minors first and then the ~adults alphabetically. my last name starts with a B but i still didn’t meet her until about 1:30am on august 5th. when they open the door and call me in i see her reflection and she’s like dancing? i look to my laugh and there she is, im crying writing this, like real tears.

i want to keep most of our conversation private but she immediately said “Hi Gracie!” when i talked in. i heard stories than when you hug taylor swift she never lets go first, this is indeed true. i told her i loved her in her ear while we were hugging and she said it back. then she told me she knew a selfie i had posted but she had never liked and i freaked out. i told her i’m studying political science and gender studies and i want to run for office one day and she was so excited and proud of me. i thanked her for my first notice when she put me on her story and told her why my favorite taylor song is my favorite taylor song. we talked a little bit about the album and she told me she was proud of me twice and i told her i was proud of her twice. we took our picture and she let me make sure i liked it and the only thing i remember is seeing my smile and being like “thats it” because i looked had never smiled so big.

the next day taylor posted a picture wearing the bracelet i gave her when told her i was bi and thanked her for her allyship and i just about passed out. i spent the day in nashville and got to open my picture at!!! the!! bluebird!! cafe!!! click here for some soft video content of it!

this entire experience was a whirlwind from start to finish and i wouldnt change a second of it. taylor, on the off chance that you see this, and on the bigger off chance that you read this, thank you. being able to look you in the eyes and tell you how proud i am of you is something i’ve dreamt about since i was about ten years old. i never thought i would be able to do it. thank you for inviting me into one of your most intimate spaces, entrusting me with your art, and ranting about politics and gender studies with me. thank you for baking for me and for introducing me to my best friends. i wouldnt be nearly as confident, stable, happy, or supported without you and the people you’ve brought into my life. i love you so much!

#theloversecretsessions

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villainrps · 5 years

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Hi everyone! You may know me as NEETU/NAV/NINA/MINA/NIA, or just by my URL, @villainrps. I had the real displeasure of having to read some shit the last few days, and I’m here to tell you that I’m not happy about it, it wasn’t okay, and here’s why! I had someone who I had never spoken to before and who I, honestly, was not consciously following confront me and admit to having stalked me over a course of several years before finally coming forward and accusing me of plagiarism. This claim has no basis in reality or fact, which I told her to her face privately before she made the decision to block me before I could reply further. I feel no great shame or even hesitation mention this person’s name or URL as they’ve threatened to write a PSA about me for something I know I haven’t done, despite what an overinflated ego believes and might have you believe, so I thought I’d beat her to the punch and “expose” myself rather than give someone else the satisfaction. Read on below to find out all about this rather unpleasant encounter with Sarah, @marvolo ( previously @lilys and @aangs ).

As I’ve already said, I’ll begin with acknowledging that I was, apparently, at one time following Sarah. We never met or spoke, if we were ever in a roleplay together it’s not something I was aware of, and her most recent old URL wasn’t even one that I recognized. I believe that I began following her when she was @aangs, and I found her blog through a friend of mine ( @herorps ) who was likely following Sarah for her RP resources.

I also want to touch on the fact that Sarah states she has been playing the character in question -- a canon character, Lily Luna Potter -- since 2012. I have also been playing Lily Luna since 2012, and I’m sure there are a good number of other people who have been playing her for at least three years, if not the seven that Sarah and I both have. I also want to state that I have never seen Sarah’s portrayal of Lily Luna out in the wild, so to speak, at least to my own conscious knowledge as, despite the fact that she’s apparently been keeping tabs on me, I’ve not been keeping tabs on her. I want to make very clear that I have never plagiarised from anyone, for a number of reasons: a) it’s morally wrong, b) especially in the case of roleplay, it’s not a concept I could ever wrap my head around as writing someone else’s character in any capacity for any length of time isn’t sustainable, and c) I don’t need to. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m an incredibly confident person; I’m secure in my own abilities, I would and have never felt the need to bolster my own skills using the labor of someone else.

Before Sarah took the immense courtesy of very brusquely messaging me with this accusation herself, she decided to present a massive compilation of evidence to the admins of a group that I’m currently in, collected -- again, by her own admission -- over the course of several years without my knowledge of, to put it bluntly, any idea who she even was. You’ll find screenshots of all of these conversations below, but I just want to make it very clear before continuing that this kind of behavior is a plague in our community, and nothing ever makes it okay to literally stalk a complete stranger for years, not even taking into account how calmly and easily she admitted it to a third party, another stranger, as if it’s something rational and normal to do.

Now, regarding the things she’s accusing me of stealing from her portrayal of Lily Luna -- face claim, occupation, house, personality traits, and a few headcanons that I believe to be very generic not only for this specific character but just as far as headcanons go in general -- obviously, yes, I’m as a whole denying all of it. It’s just not true. You’re more than welcome to believe whatever you want about me, but I’m saying now, for the record, that this is not true, and what prompted me to write my own PSA is to call attention to this absolutely reprehensible behavior, as it was total bullshit to me, but also as I’ve heard in asking around that Sarah has a history of making these kinds of accusations against people.

Find first the screenshots of the Google Doc she sent to the admins of a group that I’m in; the Google Doc itself is now defunct, but the admins can attest that these screenshots are complete and unaltered.

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You'll see on the first page, she admits to having stalked me for "many years," and also posts that her biography has gone through several changes over the years, as well as the fact that she has people who can vouch for her who have been in previous groups with her. I, also, have people who I've known since 2012 who can vouch for me. She also says on the second page that she softblocked me at some point, rather than saying absolutely anything about any of this, despite having kept tabs on me for years and having said or done God knows what to other people about a situation that I had no knowledge of. Also on the second page she vows to "hold [the admins] accountable for the irresponsible way they handled the situation," which apparently just means they read this massive document and decided they didn't agree with her, so obviously they're wrong and at fault here as well. I really have nothing to say about these biosheet/introduction comparisons. I've run the similarities by half a dozen people now, and none of us can see how they're "too similar to be a coincidence," as Sarah says to me later, in our conversation. These are all fairly generic traits and headcanons; talking about Gryffindor traits, about her canonical family, about a headcanon of not being able to cook?, and another that literally just describes some basic Gryffindor aesthetics that you can find right away in a five second Pinterest search. None of these are unique to either one of our portrayals. This is a canon character with an established fanon. I'm sure you could find at LEAST a dozen other people who play Lily as a headstrong Gryffindor who has Harry's eyes and is afraid of losing her family. Towards the end of all this, she also mentions two similar character URLs -- mine, daughterofheroes, isn't even something I came up with myself, it was given to me by a friend that used to play Lily Luna. Additionally, she mentions some similar tags that we both use; "out of the ashes" was based on a really specific RPG event from a group that I ran years ago, and I don't think that I have to say that "lionheart" is about as generic as it gets for a Gryffindor. Then, out of nowhere, she accuses me of changing my introduction for Lily for MinistryHQ, a group that I co-adminned and she apparently briefly thought about joining, to avoid "[being] caught in the act." Remember how she's said her Lily biography has gone through many changes over the years? Apparently, when she does it, it's natural evolution and it's valid, but when I do it, it's obviously because I'm a vicious sneak thief and I don't want anyone to notice. Which, if I didn't want her to "detect" me in my own group, would I not have simply... blocked her? Softblocked her like she did to me? ANYWAY. It then details her conversation with the admins of the group I'm in, where she accuses me of plagiarism to them, but asks that I not be told about them at all, which -- I don't know, maybe I'm being unreasonable, but that's incredibly insensitive to the admins and the position that’s putting them in ( hey, kick this person out but you're not allowed to tell them why! ), not to mention still being weirdly stealthy about stalking me for this long?? Not only accusing me of plagiarism to them, then, but completely reaching up your ass and deciding that the reason you've kept all this a secret is because you think I'm going to harass you?? So now I'm not only a thief, I'm a bully too?? And, again, WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN. In my opinion, the admins are exactly on point, telling her that the only person doing the harassment is you -- I have no idea how this can be seen as anything but, deciding you don't want a total stranger to have access to your blog despite the fact you've NEVER allotted them the courtesy of knowing you have an issue with them to begin with, despite the fact that you're helping yourself to having kept tabs on them for a span of YEARS -- and saying, like what I've just said, that neither of our Lily portrayals are particularly unique. I'll own up to that lol. But Sarah's not quite ready to do that, as you'll see in this next set of screenshots.

Next you can find the screenshots of Sarah finally taking the time to message me about her perceived grievance with me, finally after being quite literally forced to after her encounter with the admins of the group I’m in.

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A lot of the things I have to say I've already said directly to Sarah. Before I was blocked, that is. I'm a very-upfront person, and my tone in these IMs is not gonna be any different from my tone in this PSA lol. But let's still pick through for any important things. This is probably a little petty to point out, but I really need to mention that she says she's "[tried] to just let this go" and I really wanna ask you, reading this: does any of this so far seem like the actions or mental space of a person who's trying to let this go? Because that's not how it reads to me! But anyway, like I say to her, the tone of this message is incredibly abrasive; I don't think it's at all fair that she's been letting this anger and resentment stew for literal years, only to come at me with this message and act like she's tried to address it to me before and this is her last warning before putting me on blast as a last straw. Again, like I say to her, I just really think this whole accusation is incredibly ego-based coming from a place of thinking that she has a singular claim to what is just a very generic portrayal of this popular canon character, thinking that anyone who plays this character in a similar way to her must, logically, be copying her because there’s no other explanation for two similar ideas other than the fact that someone is jealous of her, etc. Much of this speaks for itself, but at the end of this conversation you can see us talking about the fact that the basis for my Lily Luna is a completely different canon character from an entirely different fandom. Even when I mention that and link her the application from four years ago, she still insists that that biography, now, was even plagiarized from her Lily Luna, despite how little sense that makes. If I wanted to rip someone's biography for Canon Character A, I would rip someone's biography that was also written for Canon Character A, not stumble upon a biography for a completely unrelated Canon Character B and copy that. This one in particular just really. Blows my mind. She ends the conversation by saying that it's "ridiculous" that I won't "cop" to something that I did not do; what I find ridiculous is that she's now had three people tell her her characterization just ain't that special and instead she's choosing to fall back on this narcissistic tirade that she's apparently been on against me for years without my knowledge. Well, you know what, Sarah? I had no reason to care about you then, and I still have no reason to care about you now. But you know what, honey? If this helps you sleep better at night, stalking and harassing random strangers on the internet to feed your ego, then you just go on believing that I’m the bad guy and everyone’s out to get you. Clearly that’s what you need to make it through the day, so who am I to take that away from you?

In conclusion, this whole thing really just caught me off guard rather than having the intimidating effect that was intended. I know I didn’t steal from anyone, which is why I feel comfortable enough posting all this, but I think that this has really gone on long enough and some people in this community really just need to be held accountable for getting off on shit like this. Some people here are too scared of confrontation to call shit like this out, but I’m not one of them.

If you’ve read this far and your brain is still intact, congratulations! Because I was feeling really fried after experiencing all of this first hand. This is ridiculous, considering I thought we left this sort of rpc drama back in 2015. Also, for reference to these proofs that were collected by Sarah, please see below for most of the screenshots, as the google doc is not available to me any longer.

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#rpc #rp psa #psa #signal boost #rph

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femaleboysblog · 5 years

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♥ super(hero) love ♥

| hwang hyunjin x superhero!reader | sorry for any mistakes! english is not my first language!

part i | part ii (final)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: tumblr!au, fanfic writer!reader x fan!hyunjin, enemies to lovers, fluff!!!, minor violence cause u know superhero stuff yadda yadda, some cursing here and there, (1) alcohol mention,

A/N: just rewriting some old stuff :) | gender neutral reader (if you consider dude a gender neutral term lol)

“ Hi y/n! I’m sorry if i’m bothering you, but i just came by to say that i’ve read your last chapter last night and i can’t help but fall in love with your writing, you never disappoint! You’re always so creative when it comes to making stories and putting them into words, it’s almost like you’ve lived them! haha. So i just wanted to ask, where do you get your ideas? What are your inspirations? With love, Genie ;)”

Damn it. I stared at the ask i just received for a few long and tortuous minutes, definitely more than it was actually necessary. But hey, don't blame me for that, i mean, how in the hell i'm supposed to answer that? I can’t just go and say "Hi again Genie! Thank you for all the love, i really appreciate it! I get all my inspiration on my day-to-day life as a superhero. You probably have heard about me, i'm that one person with white clothes that shows all the time - if not every single day, in the morning news for saving and helping the city and their beloved citizens. Most people just call me 'the light hero' even though they know the right name for the supervillains, in special, Scarlet Devil - my arch enemy. In case you don't know my superhero name either, i go by Starlight. Kinda lame, i know. But it fits with the backstory of how i got my powers. Since it's a situation i went through, of course i'm going to know all the details in full experience and in first person, even that one where the protagonist rips his pants in the middle of a fight in the street and in front of everyone, only to reveal his red underwear constrasting the rest of the outfit, that is something i will never be able to forget, sadly. Hope i didn't disappoint you!" Let's be real, i could. Kinda. But i won't be doing that for obvious reasons, i don't want even more people after my back because of this, the police is more than enough.

I sighed, pushing my chair closer to the desk and cracking my fingers so i could write something in return that didn't sound suspicious at all. "Hi Genie," i started, already struggling a little,"I really appreciate asks like this and i'm also happy to know that at least one person likes the lame things i write! :) I get all my inspiration from.." No, stop, stop. I can just go all in like that, i have to be subtle. Normal writers usually get their inspirations in a lot of differents things and ideas, if i say something like that there is a chance that it would come out weird. I think. "I get most of my inspiration in, well, superheros, of course. I read a lot of comics, books and i really like watching movies and animations with any types of heros. :)" Sent. That actually went a little better than expected. "Genie" whoever it was, sent another ask only a seconds after, i clicked on it already starting to feel anxious again. "That's so cool! I suppose you are into superheros in real life too. If so, are you fan of any of them?" Why did they had to send questions that are so hard and complicated to answer like that? The only superhero i know well enough to pretend that i am a fan of is Jeongin, you probably know him by Spark. But he also reads my blog and wouldn't let me live if i ever said i'm his fan, another thing i'm not really found of. Another superhero i'm really close with would be, well me, of course.

"Actually, i do. I'm a big fan of Starlight for some time, what about you?" I answered, my choice of words trying to be as lowkey and casual as possible, putting the right amount of weight in them. This person, whoever they were, seemed to be nosy sometimes like a shy high-schooler wanting to keep the conversation going with someone with that they liked and in a way, that was most likely the situation. They’re the only person who follows my blog for some time that i remember constantly sending me messages and checking up on me but the one thing that was different this time was that the person, my fellow readers, forgot to put the ‘anon’ option on this time, their blog url shined brightly and effortlessly on my computer screen.

This time, Genie took a while to answer, so i took that as a chance to take a look at their blog. Clicking on their url, i started scrolling down their posts. I couldn't help but cringe really hard when i started noticing that most of their posts was reblogs from fyeahscarletdevil and others fansites with cheesy compliments in the tags, they seemed to be a really big fan of the supervillain, my supervillain. The one who puts kittens in really high places where they can't come down anymore, the one who sets fire in close neighbourhoods backyards and gardens to ruin their grass and flowers they worked so hard on, the one who sets dogs out of their leashes suddenly creating an army of dogs or anything that would cause disturbance in the peace of those around him in the world. I want to say i am starting to see red out of anger but in all honesty, that would make me even more pissed. Red is his color, just like white is mine. Unclenching and relaxing my jaw, - bad habit, i know - i hadn’t even noticed Genie had answered. “Oh really? I’m a major fan of Scarlet Devil!” No shit, Sherlock. Duh. “I think he’s a great dude who fits perfectly in the whole ‘model’ supervillain concept! Especially when it comes to Starlight too! They both are made for each other and have a perfect chemistry, they would be nothing without one another like soulmates. I probably sound like a total nerd now, but thats what i think lol wbu? - Genie” They signed in the end, even though it was obvious it was them. Not only did this person ship me with my arch enemy, they were also a big giant nerd and a huge fanboy of the red devil. Rubbing my forehead, i prepared myself to write back a long and sharp reply arguing against everything they said, ready to win and probably lose one of my readers in the process. Or more than one, you never know how many creeps who are his fans are lurking on this website.

Turns out Genie, was a very cute boy called Hwang Hyunjin who lived close by the neighbourhood i lived at, he was tall and acted very shy when he wasn’t talking about things that he liked very much, such as supervillains, dancing and comics. After our argument that day about which one was better - Starlight and the one who shall not be named, we got extremely close to the point i couldn’t go one day without texting him and in some nights we’re one of us couldn’t sleep, we would call the other and talk for hours. Since today, we both had the day free, he suggested that we met in person for the first time and the weather being intensely hot and stuffy right now, we settled in the shopping, going for a walk and eating ice scream while getting to know each other more and maybe even watching a movie together. But if that’s not obvious enough already, i have a major, gigantic, mega, blast, huge, enormous crush on him. From the way he softly laughed when he talked about this new move he learned with his group of friends who danced too, from the way he asked me how my day went and actually listened to me talking about it carefully showing he actually did care, the way he blushed at every compliment i gave him. I could feel my heart beat faster with the thought of seeing his cute moles in person and of even having an opportunity to hold his hands. But, was this a date? Does he even like me back? Would he stop talking to me if he found out i am Starlight? Would he start liking me only because he found out i am Starlight? No, i should worry about all of this later. I took a deep breath in hope to calm myself down, looking at my phone. I’m not going to bring it with me this time, what if Jeongin calls me for an emergency or him being a trickster and ruining the moment? I shook my head. Y/N, you can’t think like that. As much as Nini can be a little shit sometimes, he’s still your baby brother and you need to be there for him when he gets into trouble with your uniform, fists and powers ready to help him. Grabbing my phone, i ran by the door hoping i would be able to get there in time.

I checked my phone. And then, checked again. No calls or texts from spark boy and most importantly, Hyunjin. I sighed in frustration, am i about to be stood up by my crush in our first time meeting in person? Is it bad that i’m getting ice scream before he shows up? Too many questions, calm down, ok? You’re the city’s biggest hero, you got this. - Hyunjin, Jin, Jinn-i said out loud to myself to distract from my anxiousness as i paid the lady for the ice scream but my line of thoughts were interrupted by well, another voice. A soothing voice. - Genie. Did you call me? You have three wishes. - he replied jokingly with a sweet smile in his lips and holding three fingers up. I just stared at him, amazed, not sure of what to do. It was like an angel had just spoke to me. - W-What? - he asked softly, his cheeks getting red out of embarassment. - Nothing, i just...I can’t believe you’re really here... - I trailed off while hugging him tightly. The way he hunched a bit to put his chin on my shoulder making my heart beat faster inside my chest. Get it together, Y/N. - Wait, - he stood back a little, to look at my face properly - You didn’t think i would leave you hanging, did you? - Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Nothing personal. - i said, trying to laugh it off. - Then you’ve been going out to dates with the wrong guys. If i couldn’t come, i would’ve called you or still had came here to let you know we can’t spend the day togethe- - D-Date? - i gasped quietly but he was still able to hear, his face getting a tad more redder. - Ye-yeah, i mean, if yo-you want to, i’m okay with that with thi-this being a date. Yeah.- he shrugged, looking down while visibly embarassed. - Yeah, i want that. It’s a date then! - i added confidently after he nodded, acting like it was no big deal for me. - Is it okay that i got ice scream without you? Sorry, it’s just that it’s so hot today, i couldn’t help myself. We can go back to the line if you want to! - No, it’s okay. Shall we? - he offered his arm which i accepted, his boyish eye smile making it even harder for me to control the butterflies in my stomach. I was falling for his charms, indeed. After a few minutes walking side by side and commenting on the things we saw on the windows of the stores, i decided i should finally take initiative. - So, what did you do today? Besides coming here, of course. - i asked with an interested smile before turning to my ice scream, the cold on my tongue seeming to help me deal with the hot weather better. God, why is it so hot today? What’s going on with the weather? - I slept really late before waking up and coming here, i almost lost track of the time. - he laughed lightly. - Oh, same. - i replied in a flat tone. Right, cause i totally didn’t take two hours to get ready for Miss ‘I woke up like this’ right here. - Unless for the time part. Did you stay up praticing your moves? - Something physical like that, yeah. - he said, serious. - Did you stay up last night too? - Yeah, actually. - i agreed, regretting instantly. I stayed up all night because Jeongin had trouble sleeping, nightmares which made him cause a blackout in the whole neighbourhood by accident. Me, being the good older sibling, brought him to the energy station of the city and helped him bring all the power back before tucking him into bed and waiting for him to sleep again. If only had it been that easy., tsk tsk. On my way to dragging my sleepy little brother back home, i was met face to face with my arch-enemy straying through the city’s street during the night, his shameless bad-boy persona flirting with me while showing off his dark jacket and threatning to set my shoes on fire making my blood boil again. The reminder that i shot his hand for touching me, leaving a lightburn mark. My brand. - Are you okay? - My date’s voice cut me off. I shook my thoughts away, i already spend too much time thinking about that damned boy who liked setting my life on fire. Sometimes too literally. - Yeah, i just have too much on my mind, i guess. I stayed up most part of the night because my brother couldn’t sleep..I had to hold him until he fell back sleep so he wouldn’t have nightmares. - Oh, i didn’t knew you had a brother! - he looked surprised, rolling his sleeves up while guiding us to sit somewhere more reserved. - He’s not really my brother, he’s like a....consideration brother, if that makes sense. It’s complicated. - In fact, it really isn’t. I really do consider Jeongin my brother, i take care of him at any and all times especially at matters that his parents couldn’t understand, his powers. But i can’t just explain that to any normal person. - I see. I have a brother too, actually. Older. His name is Chan. - he replied brightly. Frostkiller. No. Not every Chan you know is the frosty meanie who happens to be partner with the Scarlet Devil, i’m sure there’s a lot of Chan’s all there, in the world. Far away from here. I smiled back, making him laugh lightly, his eye smile showing up again and making my heart skip beats. He had his chin propped on the palm of his hand, his eyes looking down shyly, his pink lips pressed together in a small smile. - Aren’t you hot? I mean, i feel like i’m melting here even though there’s AC here. I don’t know what’s going on today with the weather. - Oh really? I don’t feel anything, i even thought today was a bit chilly, actually. - What? - i gasped loudly, stretching to touch his forehead with the back of my hand - Are you okay? You aren’t sick, are you? - Don’t. - he stated coldly, closing his hands around my wrist to stop me, his warm fingers digging on my skin. But it was a bit too late, my fingertips touching his forehead already, i flinched taking my hand back, fearing it would burn my skin. - Hyunjin, oh my god! You’re on fire! Aren’t you with fever, shouldn’t we head to a hospita- - No. I’m okay, really. Don’t worry about me, okay? I guess i’m just that hot, pun intended. - he opened a sweet smile, winking - I’m going to buy us something to eat, sit still. - i stared at him, mouth open, still on shock. What does he even mean with ‘i’m okay’? I felt like i just had touched a heated oven or fire. Pure fire. I stared at his back, confused. I have enough experience to know something was definitely up, something not common. My area of expertise. I opened my lips, about to argue back but something caught my eye as i analised his back. Red. I got up from the table, charging at his direction with my fists closed and ready to feed him his own teeth. - What do you want- Oh! - he turned around, his face flushing and his eyes getting a bit bigger because of our proximity. - Give me your hand. - i demanded in a stern manner while stretching out my own hand. - W-What? - he gasped innocently, not affecting me now that i know he’s not so innocent anymore. I pulled on his wrist, turning and examining his forearm and instantly finding exactly what i was looking for. - What’s this? - i questioned, trying to hold back the poison on my tone. He looked down, biting his lips nervously. - Ok, you got me. I stayed up last night cause i was partying with my team colleagues and one of them was so drunk he started playing with fire and i tried helping him before things got worse but he ended setting my sleeve on fire and burning me. I didn’t tell you cause i was scared of what you would think about me, i don’t want you to have the wrong impression. - I bit the inside of cheek, thoughtful. - It doesn’t look like a fire burn though? - he gasped like a fish out of water, i didn’t care about our surroundings and if we looked like a couple arguing, i let his arm go ready to throw my second accusation at him. - What’s this the- Before i could finish and stick my hand behind his back snatch the evidence from his pocket, i was interrupted. Dance the night away, let’s dance the night away! Ooh! I sighed loudly, taking my phone out of my pocket. and turning my back to him. - This is not over yet. - Hey, Y/N. Could you- the voice in the other side of the line said quickly but i cut him off. - No. I’m in the middle of a date as we are speaking, ok? I told you that earlier! I really like this guy and something sketchy came up, i can’t do my light thing right now. - i whispered the last part. -Bu-But, Y/N! - Here we go, the whining - I’m about to have my ass frostbitten! You need to help me! I’m your brother! Are you really just gonna leave your little brother freezing here? - Jeongin whined loudly, hissing noises echoing in the background. I flinched, already picturing the mess on the street with tall buildings half-frozen and snow covering the sidewalks and cars. - Is the grumpy old dude there? - Yes! And very much gladly, Scarlet Devil isn’t here yet. Lucky you. - Can’t you just tell him to calm down? I’m sure he won’t hurt you if you do that, he loves you just as much as he loves his penguins on North Pole. - Very funny, ha. Just come here, you firefly. - Fine! Let me make up an excuse then. - Thank you, Y/N! - he replied in a singing voice. - You own me a pizza. - i said flatly before hanging up. Turning around, my date boy scratched his neck, his cheeks visibly red and hyperventilating. He looked like he would melt away at any moment out of embarassment. - I gotta go. - Yeah, me too. My room mate texted me and he needs help with the, hm, - he coughed before continuing - Caking a bake,i-i mea-an, Baking a cake, yeah.. - Sure. - i nodded at him briefly and in an awkward way before leaving. - Bye. - Wait! - He reached for my arm - I can still text you, right? - he questioned shyly. - Not if you’re gonna keep lying like this to me, Hyunjin. - i see. - he nodded back after giving me a hurt puppy look and letting of of my arm. I felt my heart clench at the sight, i just wanted to hug him and give him a chance to explain himself but i needed to talk with someone first. I gave him a weak smile before going my way, knowing i had broken his heart. Maybe Changbin was right, i had a bad taste on guys.

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destinysthralls · 5 years

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[prompto voice] i want to rp with my friends all day!

follow forever ! (sorry to everyone i missed by accident)

chocobos : people i haven’t interacted with much/at all, but really really want to!

moogles: people who i’ve interacted with and LOVED interacting with!

@sinnhelmingr: LIGHT OF MY LIFE. supporter of all my muses, all five hundred of them lmfao. u are the most talented writer i have ever met, and i constantly feel my heart leap up into my chest when i see you’ve written me a starter or a reply. i love ur brain!

@marurisen: you were my FIRST NEW FRIEND on this blog, and the first person who really GAVE ME A CHANCE. i was so surprised when you followed me back bc u seemed so amazing and cool and i was like WOWWWWWW so impressed with u, and u followed me back and i was like so pleased with myself lol. ur kind and smart and funny and i LOVE all our characters relationships, especially jester/gladio, the crossover ship that stole my heart!

@divinarcsa: my WIFE!!!! i love u so much. you inspire me to be better, to work harder, to make my prose more prosey and my outlook more rosey! you’re such a wonderful person, inside and out, with so much to offer the world in terms of art and personality. you are truly beautiful my love! <3

@incoronare: every day i think about how lucky i am that you took interest in this lil ol blog of mine! i mean it when i say u make my childhood dreams come true, of peach being cute and bi and ready to cry but also ready to KICK ASS. she’s so fuckin perfect and SO ARE YOU. ur writing blows me away, and ur such a sweetheart!

@thefatalmarksman: U SHOULD KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU BY NOW BUT I THINK UR THE TOTAL PACKAGE, i get COMEDY i get THE MOST DIVINE feelings, i get to hc jam with u, we can be SILLY and SERIOUS and cute and fun and everything i want in a roleplay partner and then some!!! ur amazing!!!!

@x-purpose: i’m SO EXCITED YOU’RE BACK bc u have the most insane theories and ideas, and i’ve never seen someone so devoted to their muse without projecting literally anything on them? you just love your muses and their potential wholeheartedly to the end and thats it and i love that.... you’re SO creative and smart and intuitive and i love the way our muses and plots click into place! can’t wait to rp with you more!

@mettleforged: we haven’t talked much but i think u and all ur blogs and muses are so fuckin excellent and you have THE BEST OF THE BEST OF FFX OPINIONS. i can’t wait to interact more!

@khresme: you are such an INTENSE & BRILLIANT person with so many ideas for how to make final fantasy ten dramatic and excellent, giving it the meaning and symbolism that somehow got lost on the cutting room floor. i love how deep you make luna and noctis, and i’m fascinated with all your hcs for both of them! thank you for making me think of luna in a brand new way!

@chosenbythecrystal: you are an EXCELLENT WRITER, definitely one of the best in the fandom BY FAR and you are one of my FAVORITE people to write with. i love your ideas for noctis and how easy you are to plot with in aus. you’re a very giving partner and i feel like i can build whole universes with you and i love that!

@tridentfaith: you are truly just such a nice person and so easy to talk to! i can’t wait to interact with your other blog!

@gunsandpuppies & @bladesandkittens: while you are both excellent writers and seem so nice and funny, i have to say, my favorite part of following you both is definitely seeing your ABSOLUTELY #BESTFRIENDGOALS everyday. like i log in and i see you guys interacting and it just puts the biggest smile on my face! i’m glad wholesome platonic soul mates like you two can exist in this world!

@holdonescards: corey, i really feel u are like the big brother i never had tbh! tho idek if you’re older than me. i appreciate your maturity and frankness so, so much, but also now that i understand you better, i want to PROTECT YOU FROM THE WORLD. i hope that we get SO MANY MORE platonic/found family ships in the future, and i appreciate and am grateful for your unique outlook on life, your BEAUTIFUL art, and fantastic friendship <3 thank u so much for being a part of my life!

@moonlitsummoner: I STAN!!! YOU!!!! #stanyoona. you give SUCH LIFE to yuna, you make her feel so real and vibrant, like i’m talking right to her through the screen, and it’s just such an AMAZING feeling to see all these scenes i wish were in the game through your eyes. PLEASE NEVER STOP INTERACTING WITH MY FFX MUSES LMAO. they love ur yunie so much! (and your writing? shall we say... magnifique....)

@dawnryse : okay so i’ll admit we definitely got off on the wrong foot in the ffxv server (through no fault of our own really, just big misunderstandings as far as the eye can look), but you’ve given me a real appreciation for platonic relationships. i know we haven’t meshed together perfectly on any one plot, but i really appreciate you reaching out to me so much with the GIFT of your friendship, and i really appreciate every conversation we have bc ur so funny and nice and u have such great ideas!

@dawnled : you realize i will stan you until the day i die? i am TRULY YOUR BIGGEST FAN. LOVE THAT STELLA. your writing is soooo gorgeous and i love the depth you give riku and ALL his relationships even when canon won’t. your ideas for aus are so brilliant, and just seeing you interact with other people on the dash makes me smile so much. you are so, so loved by ALL of us. and you better be---because you’re the shining light in this fandom that gives us all so much inspiration and happiness.

@nymphatragicae : you KNOW i love your aqua! i’m so happy you’re back and i’m LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT GOOD GOOD XEMQUA CONTENT. ur aqua is soooo fuckin good and i love her forever rip in pieces

@alnaari & @pcisoner : HONESTLY LBR YOU TWO ARE A PACKAGE DEAL. i really feel Seen by u two and ur writing. u both Get Me on an aesthetic level, you understand the feeling that i want to portray in my writing, and you portray the same feeling. i stan the both of you, you’re so talented, i stalk all your threads, and TREASURE YOUR FRIENDSHIP!

@guiltscorched: i LOVE all your muses, even the ones i don’t know, and speaking as someone who plays ignis.... i think you just GET ignis. you like understand him so fucking well, and i can HEAR HIM in your replies, and it’s just like WROW. amazing. ur amazing!!! ur writing is so beautiful and delicate and i just want to swim in it like a big pool full of quality writing.

@whosyourcultdaddy : I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU STILL FOLLOW ME AFTER ALL THE BLASPHEMY I POST BUT LISTEN. I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. YOU’RE SO FUNNY AND SO FUCKING TALENTED. PLEASE NEVER CHANGE HOW WEIRD AND AMAZING YOU ARE OKAY. UR ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE BLOGS OF ALL TIME (on every single one of your blogs) and i’ll FOLLOW U INTO THE ABYSS

@dearlybelovedhearts : I ALMOST FORGOT YOU EVEN THO WE’RE LITERALLY TALKING RIGHT NOW OMG. i love how much thought you put into your charactesr and your plots! your docs are SCARY GOOD LOOKIN. ur so true to ur characters and their hearts, and i LOVE talking to you even tho we BASICALLY just met lol.

@invertxgo: we’re not as close as we used to be, but that’s okay! i still think the WORLD of you and all your characters. our friendship is evolving just like my blog is, and i hope we get to have lots of good good interactions on this blog! thanks for refollowing me bro!

#follow forever for ts #long post cw #positivity cw #not rp #ooc

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sabazio · 5 years

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I kind of had something planned for this post but it ended up falling through at the last minute.

Regardless! August 3rd marks my 7th anniversary on this account and I’m feeling a bit sentimental. I made this account fresh out of high school on a whim at like 5am after talking to eva-cybele because she had a mitsuru. I was nihilfists back then. Now I’m out of college, technically graduated. It’s honestly wild. Catch me still here after a decade.... (if tungler lasts that long lmao.)

I often ask myself why I’m even still here but despite it all I keep coming back no matter how much time has passed. I’ve tried a few other muses but in the end I keep coming back to him and this dumb as rocks community. I’ve met some of my best friends through here, some of them I still talk to, or have met irl. I’m so grateful.

I feel like I’ve missed people but so many people have changed urls or moved on I really can’t keep track anymore. Just know, that if we’ve written together, interacted ic or ooc, then: thank you for taking the time. I love you, sincerely.

@dolgelo : This summer I felt like I was finally really able to bond with you---which is something I’ve always wanted to do but was never quite able to for whatever reason. One of my biggest wishes on this blog was to find a mitsuru who was not only passionate about the character and lore, but who loved akimitsu as much as I did. I just wanted someone to have such a pure love for the character, and be on the same level and I finally found her in you. (You’re the asami to my fukki. you’re a sunflower blooooming out of season.) Writing with you is honestly a dream come true. I love reading your thoughts and metas on her, plotting with you, your twitter content, and watching and talking about stage plays and audio dramas. Thank you for sharing so much with me, and for all you do. You’re such a joy clio, don’t let anyone say otherwise. Thank you for spending time with me! Thank you for being my friend!

@crossxskulled / @valorxdrive @jououpansa @zenkofu @rainylotus @qiedaji : I mean, you guys are The Squad. We haven’t felt as close lately, but everyone’s out busy with their lives and that’s okay! I think about you guys every day and I hope you’re doing well. I just can’t tell you how grateful I am that you guys picked me up, of all people, to come hang with you on your silly discord. I’ve never met a group of people I meshed with so nicely without incident, and our chemistry always felt unmatched. It’s kind of silly, but I’ve always wanted a group chat and like we have, and I found it in you guys. The hours of fun I’ve had with you were some of the happiest times of my life. It’s going to be our one year anniversary very soon, actually! I hope it can continue for more.

@cast-r : It feels strange to be writing this for you because I don’t even know you that well! But you feel like a cryptid in this community, HAHA. When you come around there’s just hushed whispers in my DMs of ‘cast-r’s back!!!’. Your writing is simply some of the best, and I hang on every word. I love your grounded, no-nonsense take on Shinji and I always will. You’ve been with us for so long it just feels wrong when you’re not. I... remember when you were going through grad school. I’m glad you’re like me in that you just can’t stay away, haha. (I look forward to seeing more of your Raidou.)

@miskick : My dear konapop you’re the other I just can’t see this community without. One of the only OCs I’ve ever truly cared about (sorry! lol) I love Karin and our characters have such playful chemistry. Her crush on him is endearing and I’ve always thought it was cute. You just put so much love, care, and effort into everything you do and to see your journey has been so inspiring. Your art especially!! Like?? Everyone go check out her art it’s so incredible! I just adore you kona keep it up!!! I believe in you!!! It’s also crazy that we only live an hour apart now... I hope we can hang out sometime.

@transiens : You’re not even HERE anymore but you’ve been with me since the very beginning--- and yet we’ve never done an actual thread with akihiko and makoto. You’re a friend though that I feel like I’ll always have. I have a lot of interests in common with you and I think that’s what keeps us together. I love talking FF with you, jojo, DMC there’s just so much... I miss your writing. I miss your makoto... and I miss our dantebayos... :(

@gamenu / @gooselullaby : meimei!!! The other forever constant in my life who I couldn’t do without. Akihiko found a little sister in the both of your muses, and they both make him miserable for vastly different reasons LAUGHS. The sheer amount of prompts you’ve sent over on Nanako were so many I’ve hoarded them all in my asks for when I could give them proper replies and never ended up getting around to them. But that kind of generosity thought and care is something I feel like I owe you 10x over. I love writing with Nanako. It’s one of the few threads where I feel Akihiko is truly, truly happy and I enjoy being able to write that side of him with you since none of my threads are ever able to attain that kind of purity. You’re not afraid to write the mundane, or the innocent that people seem to avoid. I just really love writing with you, even though you reply so fast I get whiplash. You’re incredible. Keep writing like the wind!!!

@enshijou @fukukaichc @adievs : You’re all three honorable mentions because I’ve just gotten the pleasure of meeting you recently (with the exception of fukukaichc) and I might not have anything spectacular to say and no paragraphs to personally sing your praises but know that I’m just so taken with you guys. Your writing is so wonderful. Enshijou I love your Ryoji, I love his charm and sweetness, I love the mystery beneath him. I love your aesthetic and I love the friendliness of the mun. Your threads with Clio are some of my favorites. Fukukaichc you’re another sweet mun. Writing novellas with our petty, stubborn emperors is honestly so fun. Turning the dash into a mess with not-so-crack is on of my favorite memories. I never thought I’d have so much fun writing with a persona npc. You breathe such life into him. Adievs I hardly know you but you’re a sweetheart and I wish nothing but the best for you. Your sense of humor is so funny, thanks for birthing clownsuru into this world so I can suffer. I hope we can continue our thread sometime because Akihiko interacting with Haru is something I never knew I needed. If Mitsuru is queen, then Haru is a princess.

You’ve been with me for what feels like forever.

@bleachblondbeefcake @maikoyaki @finalhxaven @succubischaos @tacitusauxilium : Exactly what it says on the tin. You guys have been here with me forever and I just wanted to formally thank you for sticking around for so long. I love you! I’m just glad you’e still here. Seeing you reminds me of the good ol days ;___;

I miss you :/

cheerfulfool windsaffinity p-a-p-i-l-i-o-n imperiousqueen crimsonxheadphones textsfromkatsuragi waning-atonement jokyoukou shoscarred ... and to all the junpeis and kens that have come and gone... bls. come back.

#;ooc #im feeling sentimental :(#this is long...#i tried getting it out before midnight but it feels only natural to post it at the dark hour jgdshjfffg #it's still the 3rd somewhere though #im fuckkgignhn OLD my GOOD DUDES

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multifandombitxh · 5 years

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Title: Come Over Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Genre: Angst & Fluff Warnings: Strong language A/N: Hi I love making up plot on the spot ayyyy I should do improv Basic premise: Reader used to work for SHIELD, gave Frank a lot of info and got really close with him. Yay! 01/24/19 Edit: I’m re-uploading this after someone informed me the “read more” on the original doesn’t work after my URL change.

“You know Frank, I’m starting to think you actually are dead,” you said, eyes lowered to the concrete. You shifted your weight and pulled your jacket tighter around your torso with your free arm. The cold night air rushed over you and you shivered once.

Frank scoffed from his end of the phone and sighed. You couldn’t even see him and you knew he had that stupid smirk on his face and was shaking his head.

“I know it’s been a long time,” he said, “And I’m gonna make up for it, I promise. But right now… it’s better if I keep my distance.”

“Right,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Because everyone will see you coming. Not like I’ve been dead this whole time too or anything like that. Everyone’s out looking for a dead person. Makes sense.”

Frank stayed quiet and another gust of wind nearly knocked you off your feet. “Look, Frank. One dead bastard to another, I miss you. Being dead sucks. You’re the first person I’ve reached out to since I went into hiding and all I get is to hear your voice.”

It felt strange, telling the truth for once. Frank knew about everything you’d done; from betraying SHIELD to faking your own death to keep the people you loved safe. It was almost too similar to his story, which helped him to understand better. How Frank Castle ended up being the person you first revealed yourself to was a mystery to the both of you. You’d met a few times before, seeing as it was your job to help catch him and put him behind bars. In a strange turn of events, you actually took his side in the end. After finding him and listening to him explain his story, you changed your mind. You decided to help him any way you could, and sometimes that meant offering emotional support or keeping his head on straight.

Sometimes, you just need to get shit done on your own. That’s what he was doing, and you weren’t about to stop him.

That, and he could kick your ass without even trying.

Dude was kinda scary.

“I’m sorry,” Frank said softly, “Just a little longer, okay? I’ll see you again, you hear me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sighing. “I hear you.”

“Good,” he said, “Thanks for the intel you gave me, I really appreciate that. I’ll be in touch.”

The line went dead and you let your shoulders slump. In an act of frustration, you slammed the payphone back into place and stormed away, your cheeks still burning from the cold. Shoving your hands into your pockets you made your way back home, thoughts of your warm apartment driving you to get there fast.

On your brief walk home, you thought back to the time you spent with Frank, listening to his story and trying to understand. You’d call him your friend, after all the shit he’d helped you with, and the shit you’d done in return. Regardless of how short the time was you had to see him before he disappeared, you’d gotten close to him in a way you couldn’t understand.

Maybe that made you crazy, feeling like you could call The Punisher your friend. With all of the things they said about him in the papers, most considered him an animal; a lunatic who murders people for shits and giggles. You were glad that you knew otherwise.

After carefully unlocking the door to your apartment- the shivering made it pretty difficult- you rushed inside and let out a huge puff of air. You felt your chest loosen up and you shut your eyes. They burned and watered from the cold so you rubbed at them, removed your jacket, and slowly made your way to your couch.

You all but flopped down into the cushions and sighed heavily, rubbing your temples with your fingertips and starting to wind down. Your mind was still racing from the conversation with Frank and you couldn’t seem to shut it up. As you were about to reach for the TV remote, the floorboards behind you creaked. Without blinking an eye you grabbed the handgun you had hidden under a couch pillow and swung around, but when you saw who it was, you stopped yourself before you could pull the trigger.

“Frank, you asshole!” you shouted, standing up from the couch, “I almost killed you, you stupid fuck!”

“Nice to see you, too,” he laughed, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You are such a dick!” you made your way over and shoved him, his back hitting the wall behind him. “What is wrong with you!”

“Hey, come on, calm down,” he replied, holding his hands up in defense. You shoved him back again.

“How did you get in here?” you demanded.

Frank laughed and looked anywhere but at you. “Followed you here a long time ago, sweetheart. I’ve known where you’ve been for a while.”

“God dammit,” you sighed.

“You done pushin’ me around yet?” he asked, his tone lighthearted.

You rolled your eyes and backed up, turned away, and clasped your hands behind your head. “You’re a piece of work, Frank Castle.”

“Yeah, well, tell me somethin’ I don’t know,” he said nonchalantly, following after you.

“I thought you needed more time,” you asked, whipping back around. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Believe it or not kid, I missed you too,” he explained. His voice was soft, almost timid. He wasn’t looking you in the eye again. In fact, his eyes were all over the room, but never landed on you. “I wanted to see you.”

“So what, you decided to drop in, say hi, ask for a favor and go?”

“What? No, why would I-”

“Because that was how it always is, Frank. Or at least that’s how it was.”

Frank sighed heavily and ran his hand over the top of his head. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? What else do you want me to say, huh? That I was heartbroken because I couldn’t see you anymore? That I got all ‘woe is me’ when I heard you died? I wasn’t. I have more important shit to do than making sure you don’t get your feelings hurt.”

You shook your head at him. “If you came here to make me feel like shit, congrats. You got what you wanted. Now get out.”

When he simply stared at you instead of responding, you scoffed and moved past him, letting your shoulder clip his on the way. “Goodnight, Frank.”

“Hey, don’t you do that,” he called after you, “Come on, don’t walk away from me again.”

You stopped in your tracks and bowed your head. Your heart ached in your chest and it felt like it was about to burst. “You should go.”

As you resumed walking down the hallway to your bedroom, Frank was almost immediately in tow, grabbing your wrist and stopping you again. His grip was firm; when you tried to pull away and couldn’t, you turned and shot him a warning look.

“Let go.”

Frank shook his head. “Not happenin’.”

You attempted to pull away again and failed, but you continued to struggle against him anyway. He only pulled you in closer, hushing you as you began to protest with very strong words. You all but begged him to let go of you but still he refused, yanking on your arm until you were close enough for him to wrap his arms around you completely.

“I’m not letting you go,” he said, his tone haunted and gruff. “Not again. I won’t.”

As hard as you’d fought to get away from him, you eventually gave up and melted into his embrace. You had no idea how long it had been but you missed it, letting Frank hold you and the sense of security that came with it.

“I’m sorry,” Frank whispered, “I’m sorry for everything. I should’ve just come to see you instead of calling you. I shouldn’t have said I didn’t care when I heard you died. I did… I cared a lot. I lost one of the people I trust the most. I lost someone I wanted to protect, someone I cared about. Some days I would beat myself up for not trying harder, y’know, I thought, if I’d been there to protect you maybe I could’ve saved you. You’re more to me than just a source of information… Even if that’s all you were when I first met you.”

You laughed gently and wrapped your arms around his waist, fully accepting the vulnerability of the moment and savoring it. “Thanks.”

“I care about you, you got that?” Frank asked, grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you in the eye. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

A sense of bravery washed over you and, without even thinking, you leaned in and connected your lips to his in a hesitant, soft kiss. It lasted barely two seconds and when your eyes met again, Frank grabbed your waist and kissed you again, this time letting it last, and making it meaningful. Your toes curled inside your shoes and you felt light as air, like you’d float away if you weren’t careful. Luckily, Frank was there to keep you grounded.

When the kiss ended you both laughed and Frank’s hand came to stroke the side of your face. The rest of the night was spent over several cups of coffee, the both of you sitting on your kitchen floor side-by-side and catching up. You talked about the good things, the bad things, and the rolling-on-the-floor-tears-in-your-eyes-laughing things. You shared several more kisses but neither of you wanted to ruin the sentimental value by taking it any further than that.

Sooner than you’d expected, the sun began to rise. You both knew it was time for him to leave, even though neither of you wanted it. Frank stood at the front door and slipped on his coat, put on his beanie, and pulled the hood on his jacket up over his head. He looked like someone you’d want to avoid if you were walking alone at night, if you didn’t know any better.

You were leaned back against the couch, watching him with tired eyes. When he was done layering up, he turned to you, a fond look in his eyes. He smiled, you smiled back, then he reached out with one hand and let it rest on the left side of your face. You looked into each other eyes for a moment, but eventually Frank’s eyes wandered downward to your lips. Instead of kissing them, he settled for your cheek, his lips lingering.

“I’ll come back,” he whispered into your ear, “I promise.”

You nodded and watched as he slowly made his way outside, bracing the cold and gently closing your front door behind him. The smirk he shot you as he shut the door was just reassurance that he would keep his promise.

#this was a good one #hope you all like it!#frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #the punisher #frank castle #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #mywriting

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paradisobound · 5 years

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I Want It, I Got It: Chapter 3

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie staring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Word Count: 1.6k (this chapter)

Warnings: Occasional swearing

Rating: Mature (for right now)

Updates will be every Wednesday at 4pm est and Sunday at 1pm EST

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Phil didn’t realize how exhausted he actually would be.

When he said his goodbyes to PJ and headed for the tube station, he made a quick stop to a Nando’s and picked up some lunch before he caught the tube and headed home.

As soon as he was through the door, he saw Martyn sitting on his couch with Spike sleeping on his lap. He was watching some Netflix nature documentary on Phil’s TV and eating some sort of a half-made sandwich that Phil figured he scrounged together after going through his fridge.

“How was Spike?” Phil asked, distracting Martyn away from the documentary.

Martyn picked up the remote and paused the documentary. “Mostly just slept.”

At the sound of his name, Spike had already perked up and was ready to jump down from Martyn’s lap and run over to Phil. He jumped down on his tiny paws and patted his way over and Phil bent down, petting his gently on his back.

“How was the set, famous actor?”

“Shut it, Martyn. I was only there because the BBC required me to be.” Phil said as he sat down beside Martyn on the couch and began to unpack his Nando’s bag. He fished out his chicken wrap began to undo the packaging as Spike sat at his feet and hoped to be fed as well.

“Do you get to see the famous Daniel Howell?” Martyn asks, reaching into his bag and stealing a chip.

“Yeah, actually. We shared a quick moment.” Phil answered as he took a bite of his wrap and then broke off a piece of chicken and gave it to Spike.

“What happened?” Martyn asked, stealing another chip.

“We met eye to eye and then he smiled at me.”

“Oh damn. When’s the wedding?”

“You’re an ass.” Phil swatted at Martyn’s arm. Martyn just laughed. “I know it doesn’t really mean anything but the way he stared at me was just...something else. And that smile he flashed at me was like no other smile I’ve seen.”

“Phil,” Martyn punctuated. “You’re acting like a love sick teenager. He’s a celebrity. He probably flashes that smile at everyone.”

“But...”

“You’re really about to argue this?” Martyn laughed. “Lad has you ready to go to bed and you’ve never even spoke.”

Phil rolled his eyes and finished his wrap, throwing the container into the bag. He pulled out his chips and groaned when he saw Martyn had ate almost all of them.

“I don’t know, Martyn. It was different.”

And Phil still stood by that even into the afternoon as he found himself suddenly wanting to look Daniel up on social media. He started with Twitter first and he went through and saw all of his tweets―or rather lack there of. Daniel didn’t tweet all that much. But when he did it was often kind of comical. He liked talking about memes which was different than what he was expecting.

From his Twitter, he ended up going on Instagram. Phil had to admit that Daniel’s Instagram photos were near flawless. It was no wondering he had nearly 20 million followers on there and received about 5 million likes a photo. It was kind of amazing compared to Phil’s measly two thousand followers that he’s gotten over the years.

He went through the photos and he reads through some of the comments on them. Most people talk about how much they love him and some even get replies back from him if they’re lucky.

He scrolls back up Daniel’s profile to the picture of him and the dog and he looks it over, smiling. There was something about Daniel and Phil thought he was finally understanding the hype behind Daniel. The reason why People Magazine called him one of the sexiest men alive. Because Daniel was attractive. He was actually stunning.

And just like that, with a defeated sigh, Phil realizes he’s developing a stupid crush on him and there is nothing he can do. He’ll probably never see Daniel again.

***

Turns out never seeing Daniel again was completely false. He got an email from the BBC two days later asking if he could go to the BBC and help out. Phil didn’t know what they meant by help out but he still reported to the BBC anyway on the day that they asked.

Arriving at near seven in the morning with a Gregg’s coffee in hand, Phil arrived to the BBC once more with a crowd of people waiting outside. He could hear scenes being shot in the distance somewhere in the building and he really did not know what he was supposed to be doing.

The same woman from before met up with him, this time introducing herself as Mabel. “So we loved you as a background extra in the scene before so we decide to bring you back for another scene. That is of course if we still have your full consent for it.”

Phil nodded slowly. “What am I going to be doing?”

“So it’ll be a scene with Daniel. There will be no words or anything. You’ll be standing in the coffee room with a group of other background actors, Daniel will come in, stand beside you, grab a coffee, and then that’s it.”

Phil furrowed his brows. “Is that all?” He asked. “Why me specifically for this scene?”

Mabel smirks at him. “Daniel requested you.”

Phil sputtered, nearly dropping his coffee cup on the ground. “He doesn’t know me?”

“Well, he asked for the ‘black haired male from the scene before’ and we kind of figured out he meant you.” She said.

Phil felt flustered. There was so much he could unpack in that moment but instead, he was being rushed off to the set of the coffee scene. Mabel took his coffee off the side and then instructed him on how the scene was going to go. Phil felt somewhat reassured to know that Mabel wasn’t positive if the scene would be in the final cut but he still was intrigued being a background extra.

Who knew that the BBC telling him he had to report here worked in his benefit?

He got into place with all of the other actors and they all got ready for whatever was going to happen.

Then Daniel walked in and it was like a different dimension again. His smile that he flashed to those he walked by and that perfectly styled hair. Once again, Phil got it. He got why so many people are infatuated with Dan because he’s infatuated too. He’s never been like this with someone before. It’s weird. It’s strange. He doesn’t know how to react...for fucks sake Daniel asked for him to come back just for this scene. Isn’t that a bit unusual?

“Hey mate.”

And now Daniel was talking to him? He felt his palms sweat and his heart beat through his chest.

“Hey.”

He’s trying so hard to keep his cool but he’s losing it fast. He turns and looks at Dan, all dressed up in that business attire they had him dressed in. Phil’s not even entirely sure what this movie is about but he could care less if it meant he was now being stood in the same scene.

“I feel like this is probably awkward,” Dan says, bringing his lips into a tight line. “But they were asking me who I wanted in this scene and I don’t know, I just thought you did really well in the scene from a few days ago. You were like natural?”

Phil blushed, his skin flushing red. “Oh thank you. I did the multimedia and film masters program at the University of York.”

Dan cocked an eyebrow and nodded. “Could have fooled me.” He said. “Never would have thought you had experience in this field.”

Phil felt his stomach drop a little bit because he wasn’t entirely sure what Dan meant by that. But this was Dan. This was the biggest celebrity in Hollywood right now. He needs to remember this.

The director started and he did exactly what Mabel had explained to him. Within just a few moments, the director was yelling cut again and then it was over. The scene was done. The director said that they got their shot and then they were all leaving the set.

He’s leaving the BBC when he hears someone come up behind him. He half thinks that maybe he left something at the set but he’s quickly mistaken. The person behind him is wearing a baggy black sweatshirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

Phil can’t figure out who this person is until his eyes focus on the face covered by the hood and he realizes that this is Daniel Howell standing there, coming after him. Daniel Howell...wants to catch up with him?

“Hey!” Daniel called. “Can I get your name? You seem like a super nice person and not like a totally crazed fan girl.”

“Oh! Yeah.” Phil stumbles awkwardly. “It’s Phil Lester.”

“Do you have a Twitter or an Instagram?” Dan asks, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“You can find me under the url amazingphil.”

“Amazingphil?” Dan snickers. “That’s kind of amazing actually. Where did you come up with that?”

“It was a university thing.” Phil said, blushing. “It just kind of stuck.”

“I wish I had a cool nickname like that.” Dan muttered to himself. “But sadly, I...”

“Dan! You’re wanted on set in twenty minutes and Kirsten is requesting you in hair and make up.”

Dan shoots Phil an apologetic glance and then flashes a smile to him again. “I’ll see you around!”

And then he’s gone. He’s walking back towards the people who called for him.

And really, Phil is left standing there, completely awestruck. He’s not even sure that what just happened was even real. Was any of this real? He couldn’t tell.

He pinched his thigh. He definitely felt it. So no, he wasn’t dreaming.

He actually just had a semi-successful conversation with the Daniel Howell.

He might actually faint.

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blueheartedmayor · 5 years

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briingmayflowers

TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO LOVE AND CHERISH YOUR FRIENDS (ACCEPTING!!!)

Warning! Mun might be slightly giddy atm too so everything may be a little “!!!”

I cannot BELIEVE this is my first one anon you are super wonderful.

OKAY BUCKOS. LISTEN UP.

@briingmayflowers is a familiar url around all my blogs. As long as I’ve been in the indie RP community, Amy has always been there. I’m not joking. When I set up my Jack blog back in 2013, her Oogie was one of the first ten blogs to follow me. And if you’ve ever had that moment where you’re basically faced with a legend in the field, that was me. Except, like, I was utterly CLUELESS at the time. I had been in the safety of a private rp group, but some of them had their muses on indie blogs and they had been telling me about this, literal legend. And then to discover she followed me first? And then to discover our writing styles matched up really well?? And THEN to realise we actually got along OOC????

Man, I was utterly blown away. I literally pinched myself at one point in the early days.

We had one job. Just one job. Encourage the rivalry/hatred between Jack and Oogie. And we failed. Miserably. An absolute disaster. You couldn’t have done worse if you tried. They’re now BFFs who are almost like brothers after a LOT of trial and error.

And really? Amy is one of my closest friends too. I don’t think I say that enough.

Because she is.

When days were good and bad, she was always there for me, and I tried my best to be there for her. Any new muse I’ve taken on she’s jumped at the chance to do stuff with (and after all this time we finally have a ship xD). We used to throw replies back and forth at each other when we were both stuck in college, or attempt to talk about normal things and have muses join in the chat.

I’ve watched her develop worlds from simple dust. Settings and escapades come to life with practical ease. Her muses are all so well thought of and perfectly rounded. There’s a reason to love every single one she’s written. Everything she does is fuelled with passion and love for it. Not only that, she’s had infinite patience with the scatterbrained Karp who might forget to reply to a super important role reversal au for several weeks (among other things), or hop from one thing to another without any warning. I have no idea how she keeps track of me.

And this isn’t even mentioning her herself. Amy is literally the most precious cinnamon roll I have ever met. Bar one poopy thing, there’s never been any drama, any conflict, and as far as I’m aware we’ve never argued over anything. She’s, like, the most unproblematic person you’ll ever meet. She’s like Damien in that way - she wants the best for everyone. Even when work is literally beating her over the head with a plank of wood, she’s still smiling, still trying to do good. It’s really inspiring.

I’ve been super lucky to have been able to meet her twice in person over the last twelve months. She’s someone I know I can talk to if I’m feeling down, and that’s something that has gone both ways. We’ve stuck with each other through thick and thin, and I really don’t think that’s going to change any time soon.

It’s funny. I’ve written all this, and part of me still doesn’t feel like it’s enough to express how much Amy means to me, and how much love she really deserves. Her OC May is a precious little witch who wants to make new friends (especially if they’re magic users!!!). If a muse of yours needs a literal ray of sunshine in your life, May’s your girl.

So to wrap up. I love Amy with all my heart. She’s one of my dearest friends on this site and I would literally die for her. I still don’t say that enough tbh.

#(disclaimer... Any future ones won't be this long. Amy is the super duper exception here)#Anonymous

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thepencilnerd · 5 years

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- 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 3

➳ Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

➳ Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

➳ Summary: AU! After taking a gap year from college to pay for your tuition, you felt like your life was finally back on track- until you met him. What happens when life doesn’t go the way you intended it to? What happens when you find out that your anchor is just as broken as you are?

➳ Genre: AU, fluff, angst, friends to lovers

➳ Word Count: 2k

➳ Warnings: Swearing

♪ Paper Love- Allie X

a/n: Masterlist & links to other parts can be found @ my main URL

The first few weeks of the semester were always hectic. From the freshman scattering around campus trying to find the right room to dealing with teachers who refused to budge about grade curves, everything was a flurry of sheer panic or utter insanity. However, that could only be assumed as a given, especially since it was two and a half weeks before finals.

Studying in the library was a mistake, I thought to myself. There were at least a hundred students filed on the first floor and waiting to book empty study rooms, and the librarians were a fraction of a second away from tearing their already-grey hair out.

Nestled on the third floor of the library, it was relatively quiet considering it was reserved for juniors only. I counted about 15 other people sharing the level with me, and I was grateful that I reserved a spot two weeks prior. Any later? Pure chaos would have ensued amongst the hundreds of students who would have surely tried to pay their way onto this floor.

Being one of the few students from a lower-class family in a school of upper-class kids, it wasn’t necessarily easy to find friends around here. It didn’t take a keen eye to see that people categorized you by grade, social class, looks, and scholarship status. Even though the number of scholarship students had increased drastically over the years and snobby students were scattered few and far between grades, the once traditional social caste still existed but was blurred into a smudged line.

That didn’t mean that I had any friends; I was still utterly and completely alone—and I was fine with that.

Skimming over my notes for British literature, my brain felt like it was stuffed to the brim with information that I was definitely going to forget after I graduated. Unable to hunch over my desk for another second, I stretched my arms out and cracked a few knuckles here and there.

The clock read 7:26 p.m., reminding me that I had to leave soon so that I could make it to my evening class. Shaking my head and forcing myself awake, I realized that I hadn’t actually been processing any of what I had crammed in the last five minutes. Huffing in disappointment and slight frustration, I gathered my papers and looked at the juniors who had fallen asleep on their desks, half-dribbling on their notes and struggling to reopen their eyes.

Holding back a small laugh with a muted cough, I jogged down the stairs and out of the library. As soon as I walked outside, a cold gust of air had slapped me across my bare face, making me audibly gasp and jump up and down while exhaling harshly; I made a mental note to myself to wear at least 3 layers and a scarf tomorrow and to maybe throw in a beanie for good measure.

“Shit,” I swore under my breath. It was nearing the middle of November and the weather was already freezing cold, but not cold enough for it to snow, apparently. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I quietly hexed my English teacher for holding her class in the farthest building across campus and began walking. Shouldn’t it be a crime of humanity to still hold night classes in 40-degree weather?

Just as I was beginning to get warm from my brisk pace, I felt a tug on my hoodie as it was pulled off my head.

“What the fuck?!” I yelped. Startled at the sudden hostile action, I prepared to throw a punch and turned around, until the figure caught my fist.

“Bonjour, mon amour,” Jaebum greeted, expression transitioning into a big smile while still holding my clenched fist. I quickly tore it away from his grasp a little too harshly.

“Sorry. I didn’t—” I apologized before stopping myself and told him off. “Why am I the one apologizing? I thought you were going to mug me! You don’t do that to someone!”

“Should I have literally swept you off of your feet then, Y/N?” Jaebum chuckled, my name rolling off of his tongue ever-so-smoothly as he flashed his immaculate smile.

Goddamn him and his perfect pearly white teeth.

Scoffing at his impish nature, I wondered why he was suddenly pretending to be best friends with me.

“You’re going to English, right?” he asked out of the blue. “What a coincidence; I was just walking there too.”

“You take evening classes, too?” I asked reflexively.

The edges of his mouth curled into a grin as he nodded. “What do you think I was doing out on the field that night?”

I simply shrugged. “Not my business or my problem.” Ignoring my response as if he hadn’t even asked the question, he lowered his head so that he was eye-level with me.

“Your lips are purple—” he squinted, trying to get a better view in the dim lighting. “Want me to warm them up for you?”

Ignoring his predictable nature, I turned away and tried to resume my way to class. I say ‘try’ because as soon as I shifted my shoulders, Jaebum slung his arm over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him, then proceeded to walk and drag me alongside him like dead weight.

I stayed behind him for a split second and took the opportunity to duck under his arm, effectively releasing me from his hold. “Listen—”

He raised an eyebrow, his arm motionless as it lay frozen in the same position it was when it was slung over my shoulders.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I told you—I’m not messing around, and I have no interest in messing around. I’m flattered, really, but you’ll have better luck if you go find some other girl to bother.” Putting my hoodie back on and balling my fists into my pockets, I resumed my pace.

Jaebum was able to trail quickly behind me, however, his long legs and tall frame giving him an advantage. “Why do you assume that I’m just talking to you to get into your pants?” he asked, voice now coated with a serious tone.

I sighed and stood still. “Honest answer or the one that’ll make you feel better?”

“Honest answer,” he replied immediately, his eyes unwavering and staring directly into mine.

Feeling slightly intimidated by his stare, I glanced down at my feet before meeting his gaze again, which had still not left mine. “Okay. I think you’re a player," I stated bluntly.

“You’re attractive, seem pretty popular, and you have the whole ‘bad boy’ vibe every girl in school just drools at. You have no idea who I am, let alone what kind of person I am, and you probably singled me out from a group of other mildly attractive girls because I’m the only one you haven’t slept with yet, right?”

His expression remained the same, which made me cock my head in confusion. Normally when I used this line on other assholes who wouldn’t back off, they’d scurry away like rats, then try to defend their actions with a tornado of words and excuses that didn’t mean anything; because they never did.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds before his voice broke the silence.

“If I defended myself and said that you had it all wrong, you’d probably think even less of me and pair me with the other assholes you’ve met, right?” he asked.

Relaxing my stern face at his change of demeanor and at the fact that he had quite literally read my mind, I nodded slightly.

“Then I’ll be honest too—” he began. “Yes, I’m aware that I’m considered attractive and therefore could be classified as a player. No, I’m not popular, and the whole ‘bad boy’ vibe you say that I have? I get that a lot. I know who you are, but you’re right when you say that I have no idea what kind of person you are, and I singled you out of a group of other people that I found particularly interesting. That group currently consists of one single person—which would be you.”

I couldn’t speak. The only thing that occupied my mind was how exposed I felt. It felt like someone had read my diary and publicized all of the pages onto magazines and newspapers.

“Why me?” I somehow managed to find words that mildly fit the given situation.

“Because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that always leaves me guessing,” Jaebum responded instantly again, shaking my intuition once more. Up until this point, I had never met anyone as honest as him, let alone this open in the first few minutes of conversation and couple introductory phrases.

“You being gone for a year made me realize that—as cheesy and disgustingly overused this is—you’re really not like the other girls I’ve had the complete displeasure of meeting,” he continued. “You’re not fake, you don’t try hard to be anything or anyone other than yourself, and above all of that, you despise the people who fall into that category.”

My heart began to beat faster. The more words he spoke, the more vulnerable I began to feel. How did some stranger know me better than my own parents?

“What do you want from me, Jaebum?” At this point, my own honesty was scaring me. “We don’t know each other and we’re not friends. We’ve never formally spoken to each other except once in freshman year, and I’m pretty sure if you knew who I was, you’d want absolutely nothing to do with me, so why are you interested all of a sudden? What do you want?”

Jaebum’s expression suddenly changed. His eyebrows that were knitted in a tense frown earlier had now relaxed.

He had me figured out.

“Give me six months.”

I frowned, taken aback at the sudden time frame he blurted out. “What?”

“There are only six more months left in the semester, so give me until then. Give me four months to prove to you that I’m not a player or an asshole who’s messing around. To prove to you that I want to know you for who you are, not to just get into your pants. Four months for us to get to know each other and to show you that we’re exactly alike, even more so than you try to trick yourself into thinking that we’re not.”

My face remained unchanged until it broke into a scoff. “You’re joking, right? Do you realize how stupid—”

“If your opinion of me hasn’t changed by then, I’ll leave you alone,” he cut off. “We’re juniors. You can forget anything and everything that has to do with me, and you can even hate me for all I care but give me a chance.”

“You haven’t answered my question, but here’s another one,” I chuckled dryly. “Why should I give you a chance?”

This time, he paused before replying. “Because I think we’d be good friends. People tell me that I have a habit of shutting them out because I don’t want to get hurt, but that’s not really the case."

Feeling my shoulders tense and throat close up at the sentence, I didn’t dare move.

Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.

“I do it because I don’t want to hurt them,” he shrugged matter-of-factly. “Something about you makes me think you feel the same way. Am I wrong?”

“What are you, a psychic or something?” I muttered while looking at the ground.

“Please give me a chance,” he pleaded, ignoring my redundant question because he probably knew it wasn’t directed towards him.

Jaebum was right—he was different. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was completely different, but he was somehow. What did I have to lose in this bet? Feelings? Didn’t have any of those. Time? It’d be his to lose. Patience? I had plenty. It’s not like he had any capability of ‘fixing’ me, so I was up to the challenge.

I let out another nasal scoff before locking eyes with him and answering. “Good luck.”

His eyes suddenly lit up at my comment, but I dismissed his beaming smile before strolling away. “That wasn’t a no, right?” he shouted, barely audible as he was now far behind me.

“I do it because I don’t want to hurt them.”

“Give me a chance.”

“Good luck.”

The words continued to echo loud and clear in my head.

You’re going to need it.

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Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 33)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+ Small spoilers for Day 10 of Jumin’s route, mostly regarding his third Bad End.

A/N: Allllrighty, after another long break I have more EP chapters for you! I’ve already written the next few chapters, too, so look forward to it :) Thanks so much for the people who come back to read this! I recognize a lot of your URLs and it makes me happy seeing your tags/comments/likes on all the chapters. I always love feedback, so feel free to drop me an ask! (or even just write “AHHHHH” in the tags or something lol)

Un-beta’d because my beta is currently busy - I might look for someone to do the next couple of chapters, if anyone’s up for it. Let me know!

“I’m sorry for the trouble my friend has caused you.” V sits across from you in Jumin’s company car. Though night is falling, he’s still wearing sunglasses and you can’t help but wonder what Jumin meant when he asked V about his eyes earlier.

“No, no, it’s not his fault, really. I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t mean to make such a big fuss, and I’m sorry you had to come out here to get me yourself…” You flip your phone over in your hands. “And um, I guess I didn’t really say this while we were at Jumin’s, but it’s nice to finally meet you, V.” Surprisingly enough, you really mean it; this is the first time you’ve met V in person. He’s a bit taller than you’d imagined, and his hair really is as blue as it seems in his profile picture. He’s also got a calming sort of presence you hadn’t expected, especially given how suspicious you’d seen him acting.

“Yes, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances. I’d hoped to meet you at the party.”

You really doubt there will be a party; not when you’ve screwed up things this badly. In fact, you’d been quite surprised that you woke up in Jumin’s apartment this morning, having gone to sleep completely convinced you were going to be reset soon. Between Elizabeth the 3rd’s disappearance, Jumin’s disastrous mental state, and whatever had happened on Yoosung and Seven’s road trip, almost nothing seemed to be going the way you had hoped. At least nothing bad had happened to V on the fifth day like it had so many times before…

“By the way, V… Seven was looking for you earlier. He seemed pretty distressed. Do you know what’s bothering him?”

You wonder if you see him twitch slightly at the question. “Luciel is… I’m sure he’ll be himself again soon. I’ve had some difficulties with my phone recently but I’ll get in contact with him when I can.”

‘Difficulties with his phone’ huh…

Should you ask him the other questions? Will it just reset? Does it matter if it resets now when this day is probably already a lost cause? But what if you’re wrong and it doesn’t reset tonight, but if you ask V the wrong thing you’ll get kicked out of this loop before you can find out what’s after today? It is the tenth day, after all. Just one more day and it’s possible you’ll be free of this loop… not likely, but possible.

Well… if you must, you’ll probably be able to get to this point again and make a different decision. But for now, you need to know. “You know more about Mint Eye than you’re telling us. Why would a cult like that be after us? And who is their hacker?”

V doesn’t reply immediately. It’s hard to read his expression in this lighting, especially with his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” he says slowly. “I’m afraid I can’t answer them all now. If you’re worried about the party, everything will go smoothly. I’d like to solve this problem without troubling you and the other RFA members too much.”

You already were bothered, though. How selfish of him to think he could try to solve everything on his own. “V—” you start, but he cuts you off as the car slows to a stop beside a building.

“We’ve arrived,” he says. “I’m sorry I can’t go to Rika’s apartment with you. I hope you’ll be safe finding your way back from here.”

“I…” You look out the window and see the familiar grand entrance to C&R’s offices, then glance back at V. “I’ll be fine,” you say, “but V—”

“I’ll see you at the party tomorrow. Please leave everything to me and finish preparing.”

You hesitate, but eventually open the car door and climb out. “Goodbye, V.”

You watch the car pull out of C&R’s driveway and merge back into traffic before walking towards your bus stop. Well, that was useless. V didn’t tell you anything you don't already know.

Does he think he's somehow protecting the RFA by keeping secrets from them? Why? Whatever the problem is, surely they can figure out a solution together. Jumin certainly has the resources, and Seven's hacking can get them the information they need.

Seven... you recall how he left the last chatroom seeming quite unlike himself. You'd tried to call him afterwards, but he hadn't picked up. Just what had happened to make him like that?

Your bus pulls up to the stop and you get on, pulling out your phone when you sit down. You find Seven's name in your contacts and dial his number.

It rings for a long time and you pull your phone away from your ear, disappointed, when suddenly there's a click. "... Seven?"

"Haa..." He breathes a sigh in your ear. "Hello..." he says after a pause. "It's you..."

"Yes, I called because I was worried. Are you... are you alright...?"

He laughs, or maybe he's crying – it sounds like an odd combination of the two. Seven, crying? "No, I’m not…” he says. “My heart’s crumbled into bread crumbs… So sad... my poor bread crumbs..."

Bread... crumbs? "Seven?" You hesitate. "Seven, you went to Mint Eye with Yoosung... didn't you? What happened?"

"Haha..." He laughs again, but his voice sounds like something inside him is breaking. "You don't really care about me though... you worry about everyone else... I'm nothing..."

He thinks you don't care about him? It's true you don't always understand his sense of humor, and you haven't really spent time with him in any of the loops the way you have with, say, Zen and Jaehee, but you never realized how much you relied on his quirky jokes and amusing chatroom antics until that was gone. You stare at your reflection in the window of the bus as the city zooms by outside. "I do care, Seven. You saw something there, didn't you? Help me understand."

He sighs loudly and doesn't speak right away. "The person who hacked the RFA app... the one who led you to the apartment. They're the same person." “Who is he? He was there, wasn’t he? You said you met someone.” Does he know Unknown? If you could just find out who he is…!

“He wasn’t supposed to be there…”

“What did he look like?” Your heartbeat thumps loudly in your ears. “Seven, is his hair bleached? With mint eyes?”

Seven is quiet and you realize your hands are shaking hard enough to drop your phone. You tighten your grip and press it closer to your ear. “Who is he? How do you know him?”

He’s not saying anything. Why is he so quiet? Say something, dammit! Does Seven know who Unknown is? Does he know why Mint Eye is after the RFA? What did they see at Mint Eye? What is Seven not telling you?

“Who is he, Luciel?”

“I can’t tell you… no one was supposed to know…”

“Seven, please.” You lower your voice. “Who is he? Why do you know him? And why is he attacking the RFA?”

There’s a faint beeping sound and the line goes dead silent. You pull the phone away from your ear. Call Ended, 2:23.

No, no, no. You’re this close to finding out who Unknown is. This close to answers, this close to maybe making it out of the loop. What happened during that road trip? Would Yoosung tell you? Does Seven just not trust you enough? Did you make another mistake?

You click the button to signal your stop to the bus driver and manage to get off and start walking back to Rika’s apartment.

You’ve made a mistake somewhere; you must have. Will you be able to do this loop again? But where are you going wrong? When Elizabeth escaped? Dealing with Sarah? Going back to Rika’s apartment while Jumin was in such a state had to be wrong, too… but why?

The familiar paranoia sets in as you step into the elevator to ascend to the 14th floor. But… Seven said he took care of whatever was happening at Mint Eye… so it should be okay… right?

You punch in the code to unlock the apartment door and quickly lock it behind you. All the lights are off. ...Did you turn the kitchen light off when you left?

Still standing by the door, you feel along the wall to flip the switch on. You’re just… being paranoid, probably…

Your fingers find the switch. Flick.

“You’re finally here.”

That voice.

No…

“It’s you.” You wish your voice wasn’t so shaky.

He’s standing in the corner of the room, making no motion to move towards you. Almost like he knows you won’t run away. His jacket hangs off one of his shoulders, giving you a clear view of the tattoo of an eye on his arm.

You let your hand fall to your side. In his hand… is a switch. Your breath leaves your lips in a puff and you can feel your heart sinking into your stomach. “Who are you?” You can’t bring yourself to look at his face, your gaze fixated on that stupid switch in his hand…

“I’m the angel who’s come to take you to paradise~” His voice has a somewhat playful tone to it. He’s not… teasing you, is he? Is this a game to him?

“You say that, but I know what that switch does.” You tear your eyes away from it to look him in the eye. “Don’t lie to me. Who is Seven to you?”

His mouth twists into a grimace. “Your precious redhead… is nothing but an annoyance. A vile bug meant to be squashed.” He looks at the switch in his hand. “He might have gotten us this time… but I plan to have the last word. Everyone went on a trip to find a new Magenta. Except me… since I have to take responsibility for everything and be here. I don’t deserve to be happy.

“I wanted to take revenge on him myself… but I still haven’t figured out the security at his house.” He clenches his fingers into a fist. “But there is one thing my saviour left for me. This switch… I’ll use it to give everyone a new beginning.” He glances in your direction, then looks away again. “I wanted to talk to you… but it’s too late, now. I messed up.”

You’re starting to question if he understands what the switch actually does. You take a slow step forward and his eyes snap to yours. He holds out the switch threateningly.

“Wait!” you say, holding up your hands. “Don’t press it yet. I won’t move.”

His brow furrows and he stares at you intently. You can see sweat beads on his forehead. Is he… nervous? “Tell me your name,” you say. Give me something, anything to go on…

His eyes widen, then narrow in suspicion. “Why don’t you ask your hacker,” he says, and drops his gaze to the object in his hand, his mouth set in a grim line.

Click.

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Bzzt bzzt.

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