#[ooc: gosh these two really do step around things and i love them]

[neuvistar]

MARYSE IM SONASORRY BUT MINOR SPOILERS IN THE BLUE LOCK MANGA !!

there was this one momeny where isagi was abt to be kicked by a particular guy and then he was kinda saved by chigiri, and bachira came n started cracking his knuckles n he was probs abt to beef w the dude cuzzz 😍😍 like he was like “if you wanna go, i’m down” LIKEEEE 😍😍😍 he’s soooo..

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MINOR SPOILERS EVERYONE <33 oh my days. i’ve started the manga a few days ago n yk continued on from where i finished in the anime n now i’m very far into it LMFAO so so fast! i think i know what you mean, it was with shidou right?? I THINK I SAW THAT. I WAS FREAKING OUT HE WAS RLLY GETTIN READY LMFAOO <33 he’s so cute, he deserves a writing from me! here you go 🍨 anon, didnt even request for it but it’s fine i love my anons!

maryse from the future ^.^ — MY OTHER BELOVED ANONS I SQEAR ILL FINISH OTHER WORKS I SWEAR I APOLOGIZE

FOR YOU AND YOU ONLY.

— featuring . meguru bachira x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . sfw. cringe warning cringe warning waha!! bachira bein there for you how sweet of him, a lil bit of she/her pronouns, perhaps reader is hinted to be a lil shorter in height, hints of violence but i promise it’s not that bad ૮꒰⸝⸝´ᜊ ˋ⸝⸝꒱ა, um kinda ooc maybe?? IDK i gave up halfway and this may be a lil short n terrible but oh well it’s ALRIGHT i’m tired overall sfw content, not much warnings woohoo !! tell me if I should add / missed a few things ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

ੈ‧₊˚ “i’ll be willing to do anything to protect you”

✦ MEGURU . BACHIRA

frustrated. bachira was frustrated at the sound of chuckles and loud chattering from the men he was a few feet across from, gosh.. do they have to be this loud? it was just a few minutes after his game ended, he was exhausted and these two people weren’t helping at all, he grew more frustrated by the second. he glanced at the two for a good two minutes, cocking a brow. now hang on.. those were the guys that were speaking ill about you!

“the lady that gave him the bottled water? she’s his girlfriend?! quite the taste meguru bachira has.”

“nuh uh quit lying to yourself, she doesn’t look too pleasing. if anything, i’ve seen better looking women. see now, i don’t even know why bachira picked someone unattractive like her, i thought he’d have a better taste when it comes to women.”

“well it appears he doesn’t”

bachira’s heart dropped to his stomach, just what the hell were they on about? he bit the inside of his cheek, running his fingers through his hair before crossing his arms clearly upset at what the two guys had to say about you. he was getting even more and more frustrated by the second, who are they to tell him if his partner looks attractive or not, that isn’t their decision to make! fuck.. he couldn’t take it anymore. bachira stood up, making his way over to the two boys talking ill about you. “ahem.” the duo looked at each other then back at him, letting out a few laughs here and there. he’s basically told everyone around him about you, so much even people know about you both but these two guys don’t seem to get it. bachira knew how sensitive you were, he knew how quick you can take insults to heart, he wants to take matters in his own hands at times and protect you.

“to me, it seems as if you both seem to have the guts to talk ill about someone you don’t even know personally, thinking i wouldn’t hear what was running in your mouths.” he glared at the two, taking a step forward towards them.

“shit dude why are you so angry, can’t take a joke?”

“yeah, we were just joking. you’re getting all aggressive n defensive for nothing”

bachira’s body tensed, clenching his fists. did they really have to edge him on even longer? he was losing his patience, he wanted to tell these boys to scram already. unfortunately, the duo did not speak my further, attempting to walk out only to be stopped by bachira himself. “listen here, if i ever hear you both run your mouths about her once more, i’ll show you how aggressive and defensive i can get” “trying to sound all tough are ya? what are you going to do huh?” he smirked, cracking his knuckles. “guess we’ll have to find out.”

— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

“meguru!” you ran up to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as your nose picked up his scent, lips curving into a smile. “missed you so much, y’know that?” he grinned, hands resting on your hips, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. you’re too sweet.. even though his mood changed when he saw you, he still can’t help but repeat whatever those guys said about you in his head, he exhaled lowly and grabbed your hand, kissing it before holding it tightly against his own. tilting your head and looking up in curiosity, you couldn’t help but sense something unusual about your boyfriend, “something the matter, meguru?” bachira tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“ah. . nono it’s nothing, how about we go cool down with some ice cream? it’s kinda hot, isn’t it?” “of course, let’s go” deep inside of his heart, he couldn’t help but feel upset for you. who do those people think they are? they think they can just walk in and talk ill about someone as sweet as you are? most people have no human decency, he thought. he cant let you know about anything, he was willing to block all kinds of negative things from you, protect you from anything that tries to harm you in any way.

“if i’m being honest i never expected her to even get together with bachira, she doesn’t really suit him.” a voice can be heard from the opposite direction from where you and him were walking, he sighed to himself. if only he could protect you from everything, but sometimes he can’t always be your knight in shining armour, and that’s frustrating to him. if only he was always there by your side, he wanted to be by your side, he wanted to always be there for you but he is aware he can’t always be there beside you, someday he knows that you’ll overhear something from others.. someday and somehow. but regardless of anything, bachira is willing to prevent you from hearing ill things about you, he is willing to do anything to protect you, for you and you only.

This is so rushed omg i’m so sorry it’s late at night i’m losing my mind ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა — Maryse

[kanene-yaaay]

Chasing Laughter

Kanene's Notes: Heyaa! Gosh, it's been a long time since I've been able to write and finish AND post a fic. But! I've got a new fandom >:D uytredrtyuidfg So, at first I didn't know a lot about Fit but GOSH, now he is one of my faves. Like, a guy that is trapped in a experiment controlled by a gigantic force that is not above torturing, experimenting and doing awful thing just to keep the control and yet this is the happier he had ever been? Because he has a wonderful son and friends? Because here, different from the world filled with war he came before, he at least knows a bit of peace? And he would do anything to still have this love, happiness and family he found? B r u h I am on the FLOOR Although, I still haven't watched a LOT of him so probably this is kind of OOC but yeah it is what it is dfghujuygtfrftgy

Warnings: None. This is pure flluff and plyaful tickles. Ticklish!Ramón and Ler!Fit. Around 1.000 words. General warning: this is a tickle fic

[~*~]

Ramón took off running.

It felt almost natural, now. He learned to run for his life a long time ago, nowadays being able to deal much better with all the thoughts his mind had to attend to. Where he should step, when he should keep going or try to hide, how far was his pursuer, what could he do to get just a few more seconds before help came… 

At first, it wasn’t supposed to be a game, running away from someone more than often isn’t in his daily life. Not with the place that they lived. The island.

But, well… 

The wind ruffled his hair and the adrenaline raced in his veins, heartbeat going in sync with his footsteps, painting in firm strokes and nimble steps determination in every turn and dodge. The voice that followed him on his path only served as a reminder that it was just a fun chase.

It was hard to not have fun when his father was involved. 

“Ramooon, where are you? You can’t run forever, my baby boy.”

All of this was Dapper’s fault, really. He was a menace and immature and the one who didn’t know when to admit that he had lost the wrestling match and so decided to change to cheating so he could win. And no. It didn’t matter that technically Ramón had also cheated by sneaking up behind his twin and starting the play fight when the other was busy building. That is not cheating. This is being tactical and having a strategy . Cheating is resorting to unfair methods like throwing all your weapons and tools to the ground, shoving your hands under the enemy’s chestplate and squeezing their sides non stop.

Tickling isn’t even allowed in a real fight! Dapper doesn’t even expect the big storm that is coming to him, Ramón also has a lot of a very kind of giggly, tickly blackmail about his brother that he is more than happy to share with his uncle Bad.

He just needed to survive this chase first.

With the potato gun in his hand he turned around, firing. None of them hit the target, it was hard when both of them were moving so fast and inconsistently, full of zig zags, circles and jumps on the usual irregular soil.

“Ops, almost got me there, Ramon, but you can’t escape your father.”

Ramón almost laughed, almost cursed and almost tried to shoot another round of potatoes on his dad for being so embarrassing.

“You know I will always find you. Come here, my boy!”

In the end, he ended up stumbling.

His body didn’t even had the chance to fall on the grass before two hands, warm and kind. larger than life, full of scars that contained brave stories and strong enough to hold him dangling in the air in what his Tío Foolish liked to call the “Air Prison”, got him from behind.

“Oh! Oh!! I got you, I got youuuu, my beautiful, beautiful baby boy! Look what I have right in my hands, a cute little sneaker who thought that he could outrun his old man, huh? You love to see it.”

Ramón struggled on the hold, kicking and feeling his cheeks light up in flames at his father’s usual baby voice, trying to ignore with his entire might all the giggles crawling up his throat and the gigantic smile that fought to take over his mouth. 

He was NOT going to lose this time! No matter how much embarrassing praises and unfair baby voices his own father attempted to pull against him, he would keep himself strong and simply not break!

(He always did. No matter how long they’ve played this game of hide and seek and chase, or how often his father’s eyes glinted in pure happiness when he saw him awake or even how the pride took over his words and gestures every time Ramón showed him his newer project. Everyday Ramon tried to keep his composure, his mature self in front of him as a shield and a preparation. Yet,  every single day his dad came and let him act and feel like he was… like he could be just a child in front of him.)

All his thoughts came to a halt and got scrambled when suddenly he was thrown upwards and spun in the air, no time to get the grappling hook to escape the situation before Fit caught him again, now with both of them being able to face each other. 

His father’s grin was as mischievous as big. Ramón huffed and squinted at him and did not pout at his destiny. 

A couple of fingers sneaking under his armpits and digging there quickly made his grumpy demeanor melt in a loud squeak.

"Ohoho, what is this? Is that a smile that I am seeing right there? A big, bright and starry five stars smile, indeed."

Ramón shook his head, entire body shaking with the struggle of keeping the laughter inside. His hands attempted to push his father's hold away, but it would be much easier to try to move a mountain. 

The fingers began crawling downwards, giving each rib a few quick, nimble scribble before focusing entirely on squeezing his sides, not being even slightly discouraged by the smaller’s tactic of trying to become a defensive ball, a couple of quiet yelps escaping when the scratching found a sweet spot right where his sides and ribs connected.

"I think someone's barrier is about to crack.~" Fit playful taunted.

A couple of giggles ran away without permission from his mouth, his smile growing from one ear to another as each tickle seemed to send a tingly, funny kind of adrenaline in his veins.

It took only single scribble on his stomach for everything, every squeal, giggly snort, squeaky wheeze and crackling to come trembling down from his mouth, filling the air with a loud, energetic laughter and a quiet, amused chuckle that danced together amidst the wind and the trees.

For a few moments that was all that existed, the silly, playful, tickly moment and genuine laughter. It lasted a couple of minutes before Fit decided they both already had their fun and that Ramón could use some of benefits of taking big, uninterrupted gulps of air.

"Okay, okay, enough. I don't want to take it too far." His father's movements weren't exactly gentle , still roughed in the edges by the life he had before the island, but he was the most careful as he let him on the ground and discreet enough to not snicker too loud when Ramón wobbled a bit on the same spot, left over sniggers still escaping and making his nose scrunch up. "Are you alright, Ramón?"

The kid just quietly wiped the beginnings of tears that formed in the corner of his eyes before, in a flash, grabbing his sword and quickly hitting his dad with a clear swing before jumping away.

"Wh- wha- what! Hey!" His voice was the perfect mix of amused and exasperated. Not a single drop of regret in it as the flames danced on his armor, barely even affecting him. "Now, come on…"

He stepped closer to the smaller one, only for Ramón to jump away once more and pull his spyglass, squinting at him in a clear show of protest.

(Of course both realized how the corner of his mouth was still up in a remain of a happy smile, how the swing was totally non harmful and how he would never, ever, truly run away from his father.)

"OK, OK, you're right, that was unfair of me." Ramón slightly bent his knees, hand still close to his sword, waiting for more. "What if we go clear that dungeon you mentioned earlier? Think you could forgive me then?"

The kid quickly put away his spyglass, stepping closer and nodding pleased. His father was smart. He knew he would stop being silly and see the reason, eventually.

Fit watched as his kid led the way, a pep on his step and a joyful hum in the tip of his tongue. His chest filled with warmth, realizing (not for the first or last time) how lucky he was to have all of this in his life.

He will do anything to keep this happiness, to keep them, alive.

[~*~]

Ramón may or may not strategically try to get his revenge in the future in front of a very curious and mischievous Brazilian (Pac really needed a Second to Breath when he heard Fit giggling for the first time, and, really, how could he just NOT help his sobrinho, ya know?) and ever since their life (and bit by bit the life of everyone in the island because rumors fly like crazy and not a single one in there isn't prone to some mischief) got filled with much more laughter and sillyness Just wanted to write some light-hearted fun

[lollipop1141]

Jingle bells jingle bells jingle bells HI~! (Please imagine im singing this… and in a good voice(‘cuz mine really sucks))

Greetings to you my dear children, it is I Your DCMK secret santa, sliding trough the chimney of your ask box to salute you in this fine evening (morning or night too? here its evening but depending on where you are you can choose the time of the day of that phrase 😅)

So Hi! How are you? How was this week? I hope everything has been great!

Here its raining roasted ducks! It is so hot! And my office doesn’t have ac 😅💔, but everything is going well aside from that! I have been working on your gift and i hope it turns out nice! I really hope you’ll like it.

Also! After reading your favorite ships and tropes i got really exited because we share a lot of interest so i have two questions for you!

1) Did you perhaps write the fanfic about Shinichi and Aoko as ladybug and chat noir?

2) Do you have a list of your favorite fics? (If you do i would also love if you can share it and tell what you like about them too i enjoy reading that sort of things and it will also give me some ideas for your gift)

I hope you have a nice upcoming week and that you don’t freeze to death (tbh i would love to be freezing so i envy you a little rn 😅)

With much love ✨

Your DCMK secret FlipflopsTropical Santa🤶🏻🔥☀️

Hiii Santa!! I wish i could bring you some of the coldness here and we can switch 😆😅

Woohoo I'm excited for my gift!! Sadly, I did not write the fic where Shinichi and Aoko are Ladybug and Chat Noir 😅 but I did write a crossover fic where Conan met up with Adrien and helped out with the akuma (all the while freaking out as to why magic and superheroes are real lmaoo)

2. Omgg why do this to mee I can't choose!!

Okay here goes:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27446839 : so this is a fic of the Conan/Shinichi-Detective Boys dynamic and I've always loved how Shinichi is protective of the kids and how much they love each other and seriously, I just want to see them all have a happy ending post canon 🥺🥹

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13969899?view_adult=true : florist au. Need I say more? Yes. Gosh Kaito and Hakuba's back and forth of spite is so funny and I love Kaito teasing Aoko and then being all jelly and Aoko just so clueless about it 🤣

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26132257 : THISSSS!!! UNREQUITED LOVE! SLOW BURN! SHARED LIVING SPACE! GOSH

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12507012/1/Who-s-that-Guy : Heiji being his clueless self is just *chef's kiss* and add some kendo there and gosh yes!!

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11167430/1/That-Little-Traitor : Conan being a brat and getting "Heiji nii-chan" in trouble will never grow old 🤣🤣

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7617082/1/Somewhere-Green : this is on my top 3 most favorite Heizuha fics and it just shows how much Heiji really cares for Kazuha and shows an interesting "what if" on a different couple

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/2905018/1/30-Hugs-Heiji-and-Kazuha : this series!!! I love it!!! Especially the last fic (tho some parts are pretty ooc) but the hurt/comfort is so satisfying

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12175204/1/One-step-at-a-time : this one will never grow old on me 🤣 just their banter is so hilarious and their comfortable distance which Kazuha is oblivious about while Heiji is just 🌟 suffering 🌟

The fics are in no particular order 😆 I just save them randomly in ao3 and ff. As you can see there's little to no Shinran cuz I have yet to warm up to fanfics of the two ((also, Shnichi is just soo sappy i can't--I think I'd survive better with canon material and fanart cuz we've plenty of those around 🤣))

I hope your hot Christmas gets a little cooler!! Looking forward to hearing from you!!

For the meantime, have some snow ❄️❄️❄️

[lovysmtalks]

He Only Has Himself To Blame

Summary: Felix joins the akuma class, he's seeking revenge and wants to demask the sunshine persona Adrien has put on

OR

Marinette is lost after getting her heart broken, bullied and dehumanised by her old friends, so she finds comfort in a certain blonde boy who joins her class

This will be a short series that I decided to make after reading soap_lady's "he can only blame himself" fanfic on ao3

The characters are in 11th grade meaning most of them are 17-18

Marinette has been MDC ever since she was 14 and Gabriel's business is going down due to him getting too into the villain act, I'm trying really hard to not make Mari seem too ooc or a Mary Sue

Chapter One.

To say Felix hated school, it would be an understatement.

He DESPISED school. The place is full of gold diggers left and right, people who would throw you out in a split second

Felix transferred to Françoise DuPont during his third year of high school. His mother was having a business trip to Paris for some time and since Felix didn’t have friends in New York, she signed him up for this school until he finishes his lycée

Once he set foot on the school, people looked at him weirdly, well...maybe it was his questionable clothes, they clearly showed rich boy and that he wasn’t from this school.

He could hear the annoyingly loud “whispers” as he walked to the principal’s office

‘He looks like a model, do you think he is one?’

‘He looks like he has money, maybe we should try and befriend him!’

‘He looks like Adrien, oh my gosh I’m going to faint if we have two handsome models at our school, it’s like we hit jackpot!’

He sighed as he finally reached the school’s principal’s office.

Around 45 minutes of not important information later

Felix finally walked upstairs to his class, his head hurting from the goody-two-shoes principal, his way of lecturing teen-agers was in such a way it felt like he was in kindergarten again. To be fair it kinda was the same, he was in a strange place full of people he could sense had bad intentions, so he just rubbed his temples and opened the door to see a very loud class split in two parts.

The front side, he spotted the other blonde guy the whispers were about, Adrien Agreste, his cousin.

Oh boy, did that not just make this whole thing even more irritating.

The front side had much more people in comparison with the back side, the back side was formed of five people.

A girl with a strong pink hair in some loose pig tails who was making a hand gesture to what the front side was listening to

Felix wanted to laugh at that, as he caught a split second of what the girl with brown hair on the front side was rambling about, it was something about how she’s his uncle’s muse or some crap like that, nothing more than a fairy tale she could only dream of.

He remained silent and analysed the other people in the small group

There was a guy with bright red hair who looked like he was barely containing himself from bursting out laughing at what the pink haired girl was doing

The second guy in the group wore a red sweater and had a washed out kinda blonde hair that was spiked up, he was giggling at what the pink haired girl was doing, while having a hand on her shoulder.

The third guy, wore a cap with some black glasses, he looked kind of sad at the front group but his sad frown moved to a half smile as he sat down next to the second girl-

‘What the actual – NO WAY THAT’S HER’ Felix panicked as he remembered who the second girl was.

‘The “I-love-you” girl, what a coincidence to be in the same class as you’ he thought, not noticing the fact that he was staring

But someone did notice him stare, it was the actual girl herself.

She had the same shock on her face as Felix did, probably was not expecting to see him ever again after the stunt at his cousin’s house two years ago.

‘Great, this couldn’t be more awkward’ he sighed as he moved to step in the class, hearing someone was close to the door.

“Oh! You must be the transferred student, come on! My class is probably dying to meet you.” The ginger teacher said loud enough for Felix to shiver at how loud she was

Oh, he was sure the class of idiots was dying to meet him.

He could practically see the hearts sparkling in the sausage haired girl's eyes who moved to the second line of seats, behind his cousin.

The girl with two shades of colours in her hair was staring at him as she was whispering something to her seatmate’s ear.

Him and the teacher walked in the class as she was basically dragging him to the front desk.

"Good morning class! This is Felix, Felix uh…-" the teacher looked at him for an answer about his last name

He sighed and said "Graham de Vanily. Felix Graham de Vanily."

"Ah, yes! Class, he is a transferred student from New York, treat him kindly and make him feel at home. You can go sit uhm…in the back! With Marinette." She put a hand on his shoulder, making him shiver at the contact

'Oh great.' he caught a glimpse at his cousin's face, it was priceless

He looked angry then disappointed then it went back to normal.

'Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all' Felix thought trying to retain the smirk his face desperately wanted to make.

He reached Marrinete's and his seat.

He could see that she was avoiding his gaze, so he had the genius idea to put his hand on hers

She shot him a deadly glare, in which Felix responded by "smiling" warmingly at her

"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily

"I wanted to get your attention since you were clearly avoiding my gaze. I know you most definitely think of me as a son of a bitch, but i want to get revenge on my cousin, I know you won't help me since I saw your confession on his phone back to a year ago, but it was worth a shot for me to ask for your help." He whispered, it wasn't exactly a lie, it was mostly to make his cousin jealous. But what he didn't think of nor plan, was his heart skipping a beat once her gaze finally met his.

Marinette's face had a confused look on it, probably processing what he just said

What he did not expect, was for her to giggle.

"Let me get this straight, angel, you want to hang out with me to piss lil' ol' Agreste off, because you want revenge, you still want revenge after two years ago, you pretended to be him, try and kiss a superhero, then blame it on getting akumatized." She covered her giggles with her hand to hide the snorts begging to come out.

Felix thought she looked so pretty for whatever reason. He bit back a smile, then it clicked.

'Kiss a hero? How does she know about that?!' he thought. Felix was 100+% sure that no one saw when he tried to do that.

Oh.

OH.

'What a silly mistake you just did Mlle. Dupain-Cheng' he looked back at her to see she closed her eyes while trying not to laugh out loud.

He smiled. (Not gonna say someone's dying, but the world's at it's end if he smiles)

'You're such an idiot to not realize what you could have had, Agreste.' Assuming she was laughing was a sign her and Adrien weren't together, maybe if he was lucky, not on good terms either, seeing that she did call Adrien Agreste and not just Adrien

"Well yes. He's not the person who everyone sees him to be, that's the reason I did what I did last time. I tried to show everyone how he really was, he called it a prank, I call it wanting the truth to get out, I do however realize that there were other things I could have done to show that but can't change the past now, can't I?" He whispered

Marinette opened her eyes with a thoughtful look on her face

"I know Agreste isn't who he stands to be, I'm more than aware he isn't this sunshine price in shinning armour mostly everyone belives him to be." She said in a serious tone, with a blank expression on her face

Felix was in deep thought, millions of questions running through his mind.

He decided not to press forward and just nod at her statement.

After some minutes of pretty awkward silence for Felix at least, Marinette finally looked at their hands who were still connected, with her hand being underneath his

Her smile passed Felix's eyes as he was looking through some papers on his part of the table

Marinette put her other hand on his, getting closer to his ear then whispered

"I'm in, I'll help you get your revenge." She backed down from his personal space then dragged their hands Infront of her

Felix was processing what she just told him, he was about to say something but then noticed she was holding his hand tightly between hers as she had a petty smirk on her face

The boy's cheeks got warm, to a concerning state, he just took his hand and turned the other way, covering his mouth and cheeks with the other hand as he avoided Marinette's gaze

In response to the sudden outburst, Marinette just laughed and went back to paying attention to the class

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

What neither of the teens knew, was that Marinette's out of character (for most people) affection was caught on by Lila, who looked like she was fuming as she looked back at the two.

"Girl, you ok? Your face looks red and swallowed, are you having an allergic reaction?" A concerned Alya asked looking as her bestie

Lila swallowed HARD as she realized she was staring at the pair behind them

"A-ah…y-yes I am alright, just, don't you think Marinette would bully Felix too right?... She's been invalidating his personal space ever since he got to the back…" Lila said in a shaky tone, trying to make it sound as real as possible

'No way I'm letting Mari-brat take my key to success, Gabriel's business has been going down in fame since people are boycotting the brand for whatever reason. The Graham de Vanily family has a better reputation than the Agrestes ever could even dream of!' she thought angrily

"Lila, girl, you don't think she would, would she? I told you what Felix did last time he was here. If something he would be the one making fun of her, he's a bigger jerk than Marinette!" Alya whispered

'Oh, now you're taking her side?' Lila thought unfazed at her "friend's" stupidity

"Felix looks like a sweetheart! (Yea right) time changes people Alya, Marinette is a perfect example of that!" Lila whispered, trying to get her friend to understand what she meant.

"Hmm… you're right, after class we're confronting Marinette on her bullying, the poor boy just got here! How could she be so cruel…" Alya said angrily

"Oh Alya, I don't know…" Lila said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder comfortingly

[feiiizhu]

Anonymous asked: what does opal think about her family? like, each of the members in them?

// Oh gosh, I mean-- Opal is probably close to a lot of her family members. They seem to be a rather tight knit group and I love that about them. Pre-book 4 she is often worried about upsetting her mom for leaving to train with the other airbenders and leaving home, so its safe to say that Su has a somewhat tight leash on the kids when it comes to leaving home-- which is kinda weird because Toph gave Su and Lin a lot of freedom  and I would assume that Su would do the same for her kids. But perhaps since Su got in trouble with the law and had that big turn around she wants her kids to be safe and make good choices.  

Opal is always happy to see Su and Baatar, which I’m really happy she has such a good relationship with her parents (RotE not included. Because in that Opal is very ooc and often picks fights with Su throughout it. I mean, it’s understandable but it could have been written a lot better.) Baatar Jr. I feel like him and Opal would probably be fairly close because they’re the only two out of the kids that aren’t benders until book 3, and god I always have this feeling like Opal is like “oh... I somehow got bending and I’m leaving Jr. behind...” Like, Jr. has his own things that he thrives in! He’s a well written character! But I feel like it might have been strained faintly when she got bending and he still doesn’t have bending, ya know??? I love that in book 4 after Jr. has a change of heart after Kuvira almost kills the main team that Jr. is concerned for Opal and was like “aw shit. she was right all along. I gotta apologize to her.” which is just wholesome af. We need more of that. With Huan I feel like Opal is quite supportive of his art and fun style choices. Tbh I feel like she would also be like “Oh you’re dying your hair? Can you do mine???” and after she kinda comes out of her shell in book 3-book 4 and finds her own voice she probably is more willing to be part of his hobbies and interests. The twins! omg. She’s probably always looking out for them. And they’re always looking out for her. always concerned when she gets hurt and I love how much they care for her. It makes my heart happy. She probably helps keep score of their disc games and I could see her even joining in them when she gets better with her bending. She probably spars with them now and helps them to train and vice versa. Oh boy. Kuvira. So... This relationship I have talked about many times on my Opal blogs-- past and present. In my headcanons, they are STEP-SIBLINGS. Which just makes sense since Kuvira came to live with the Beifongs at such a young age and Kuvira grew up with them under Su and Baatar’s roof. and when people ship Opal and Kuvira it just makes my skin CRAWL. Like-- how can you not see them as siblings and if you do and you still ship them. Fuck. Get off my blog.  But as a kid, Opal tried to be Kuvira’s friend/sister and Kuvira was like “nah” I believe??? because I think they changed it when RotE came around and Opal was straight up rude to Kuvira and vice versa. Anyways! I feel like their relationship was always strained and even more during book 4 when when Kuvira was trying to fix the earth kingdom and then announced her engagement to Jr. Like-- ughhhh gnfdnbg no thanks. anyway. Kuvira tried to injure and kill Opal /the beifongs many times through book 4, and you can’t really forgive someone for doing that. She will never forgive her for that. (and honestly. rote can go away because they completely erased all that pain and I am NOT HERE FOR IT.) I’m gonna go on a huge rant if I keep going. I have made many other posts about this, feel free to look for them in my hc posts? I think they would be in there.

[anamujiji]

Lip Balm

Genre: Fluff 

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X Reader 

Warning: OOC Deku, Fluff

Summary: After Shoto loses in the sports festival his SO comes to check on him 

Word count: 1.1k

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first fanfic and I’m really nervous about posting this but I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I did writing about this. I also tried to keep it as gender-neutral and POC friendly as possible as I myself Am a POC and know how frustrating it can be sometimes to not feel like your apart of the fandom. Although I Identify as a female (And Majority of fanfics are targeted towards females ) I know there might be some males or people on the gender spectrum out there who want to read fanfic about there fav characters just as much as the rest of us. That being said I am still new to this and although I tried to include as many people as possible I’m still new to writing so I am open to criticism. I hope you enjoy!

You quickly paced towards the infirmary, after seeing Todoroki's fight with Bakugou you couldn't help but sigh as you thought about how banged up he looked. You knew he would push himself, but not this much. As you were nearing the room you found yourself stopping, contemplating going in. "Does he need space right now?"

"Or does he want someone there with him?"

"Does he even want to see me?" 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden thud as the door in front of you slammed open. You jumped, startled by whoever it was that interrupted your slight overthinking. "Oh, hey Y/N! You're here to see Todoroki right?" The green-haired boy in front of you said as a small smile formed on his lips. "How did you know?" "Come on, you guys are dating, of course, you're here to see Todoroki" A toothy grin began to draw on your face as your ears began to get slightly warmer than usual. You're still not used to people mentioning that you two were together, still, your flustered state seemed to amuse the boy in front of you as his smile grew wider, he took a step closer to you before stopping dangerously close "He's waiting for you." 

Your ears were on fire at this point, you were trying to keep your cool but failed miserably with the shocked expression and utter nonsense that was coming out of your mouth. Deku heartedly laughed at your reaction and went on his way leaving you as a complete mess. You'd have to kill him for this later. But a part of you was thankful as your thoughts from earlier were answered. You quickly pulled yourself together before pushing the door open. 

You entered the room noticing that todoroki was sitting on the bed, his hands on his head as he looked down at seemingly nothing. He seemed to be deep in thought not noticing you had entered the room yet. You stepped forward, slowly setting yourself down on the edge of the bed. “Shoto” you softly spoke, barely above a whisper. He flinched at the sound of your voice as he slowly lifted his head. He relaxed a bit when he saw it was you “I was waiting for you my love, although I guess midoriya already told you that” He pushed his hair back, a warm smile already on his face as he took in your horrified expression. He had heard the whole thing. Now you Really had to kill  Deku. “I-uh...well” You quickly looked down avoiding eye contact as the heat from your cheeks was getting dangerously warm. 

He snickered at you, a smirk beginning to form as he scooted closer to you. “God, you’re adorable when you get so shy.” He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re awfully warm right now Y/N,” deciding you’d be Ignoring his witty remark. You silently stared down at him, mouth slightly open since you weren’t expecting him to pull such a bold move. Slowly lifting your arms from your side you held him close, seeming to fit perfectly in his arms. You looked up at him, the bright golden sun on his face with that gosh darn smile that caused you to melt on the inside. God was he perfect.

 You, however, didn’t notice that Shoto had sneaked his hands up to cup your face, his face just inches away. “The more I see you the more beautiful you seem to get” “Sho I’m seriously gonna explode one day if you keep saying such lovely things” He laughed with his eyes, his laughter was sweet and soft and his voice was honey to your ears. His eyes lingering down to your lips hovering over them, he looked up at you as if asking for permission. You were breathing in each other’s breath at this point,  you could feel the heat from your body quickly returning and those stupid butterflies that you have come well acquaintanced with were flapping around way too much for your liking. Shoto hesitantly leaned forward, still silently asking for permission. Then in an instant, his lips were on yours The Kiss was soft and gentle, yet short-lived as Shoto pulled away just as quickly. Eyebrows slightly furrowed down as he repeatedly licked his lips "Lemon?" He muttered looking up at you slightly tilting his head. "I can explain!" You quickly blurted out with your hands out in a defensive manner. "Enlighten me"  

You slowly put your hands down reaching into your back pocket to pull out a small metal mint box. It was about the size of a quarter with a fairly simple floral texture popping out, you looked up at Shoto who looked even more confused than before. "Mint?" He whispered, looking up at you for answers. You took a deep breath before slowly speaking "Ok. So. I was in the kitchen when my mom asked me if I wanted lemon in my soup, but then I spotted my lip balm on the counter and realized that I've never seen a lemon-flavored lip balm." "Y/N my sister has lemon flavored lip balm I just think you're not very observant" a silence fell over the room as you glared into Shotos eyes, a challenging smile on his face "Shoto…. Shut up!" You said in a dead tone before Shoto snorted at your reaction. 

He looked down at the mint box pressing down on the pattern a bit before opening it, the smell of lemon completely filling his nose. "So you ended up making your own lip balm, and putting actual lemon in it." He smiled down at the liquid in the box, your attempt at making a lip balm. "No! That took so many attempts to make, why did it have to be so hot today" you pouted looking down at the box before a finger had sunk into the box, swirling the liquid around. "Shoto what are you doing?" Shoto was trying his best to apply the lip balm,  it proved very difficult though as it just kept dripping. He gazed at you before reaching up with the same finger and slightly caressing your lips. “You know what Y/N” “What?” “Out of all of the lip balms you’ve worn” Shoto paused for a bit before reaching out and softly connecting his lips with yours. You’re breath hitched, and the butterflies made another return. Shoto cupped your face his cold yet comforting hands pulling you closer and deepening the kiss, sending shivers down your spine. At the touch of his lips, you were under a spell and For a moment you forgot about the reason you had come in the first place. But it didn’t matter because at this moment it was just you and the half and half boy that you adore so much. You both pulled away smiling like the lovesick fools you were. “I think this might be my favorite flavor”  

[yukikorogashi]

-hockey slapshots these into the box an nervously skates away- 💞💖💘💕

Positivity meme (No Longer Accepting)

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   “When ah first arrived ‘ere, ah rea-leh wasn’ sure what ta expect, y’know?” Sure, she was young, but Itsuki had seen far more than anyone her age ever should have. And that most certainly included PREJUDICE, by the likes of those that had never crossed paths with one such as her. “Durin’ mah first few days, ah did ‘ave a couple folks jus’ wavin’ me off lahk ah hadn’t bathed in weeks, ehehe...” She would of course try to play it off as if it was no big deal, but eventually her eyes would slowly drift down towards her feet in a silent sigh, “... and then thar were a couple dat... weren’t much nicer... BUT!” A little too suddenly, Itsuki would raise her head and puff up her chest, as well as her cheeks, in an upset little pout, “Ah didn’ let em’ push me around!” Before it all deflated like a ballon, “Though... it did get a lil’ tirin’ dealin’ wit’ dat sorta thing... well, dat was until ah met em’.”

   A WARM SMILE would begin to form upon her lips then, as Itsuki would lift her eyes back up. Almost as if she was thanking the heavens themselves then, as her little hands clasped themselves together in pleasant reminiscence. “ARTHUR BRO was so nice ta me, when we first met. Worryin’ ‘bout me, an’ makin’ sure he dropped me off somewhere safer, before he headed on off to deal wit’ his own thing... But then, ahhhh... got ta meet his FAMILY. Well, they call it a GANG, but ah mean-- if ya saw ‘ow erry one treats one anothah, y’ll know what ah mean. An’ uhf heard-a ‘bout what their gang does... they are this land’s ISHIKAWA GOEMON, ain’t they? An’ dat’s so awesome! Takin’ frum da rich... but only so they could help those in need!” 

   Itsuki would give a little CLAP then, as her smile would only continue to grow, “When ah finally got ta see the camp, oh-- JOHN BRO... ehehe, ah thought those two were BROTHERS!” A titter would escape her then, as she remembered the few times she had seen those two interact with one another. How those two fully grown men would at times act like they were around the same age as she was. “But, jus’ lahk ARTHUR BRO... JOHN BRO was so quick to welcome me in, an’ even treat me lahk ah was his very own. He has a BEAUTIFUL WIFE, an’ da SWEETEST SON, who is jus’ so dang smart! An’ uhf always loved gettin’ ta hang wit’ them when ah could... An’ again, it... rea-leh felt lahk ah belonged, y’know? Lahk ah rea-leh was a part of it all... ‘specially when JOHN BRO was always thar ta watch o’er me.” As subtle as he would try to stay at times so not to make her nervous, Itsuki had noticed when he had begun to keep her away from certain folks, especially within their own camp, “Uhm jus’... so grateful, rea-leh. Gettin’ ta meet with such GOOD FOLKS lahk dem, aftah erry thin’... rea-leh reminds me dat if ya look hard enough, thar’s ALWAYS gonna be GEMS lahk him an’ da others around.”

Send 💖 and my muses will say something nice about you, the mun

   FROM THE VERY MOMENT he had entered her line of sight, so would he be greeted with the MOST POWERFUL EMBRACE that she could possibly muster. The little one jumping with so much joy, that one could have sworn that she had known him for all her life, “Hiya, CHASE BRO! It’s so nice ta finalleh meetcha!” She would pull back then, and perhaps offer a much too vigorous handshake-- with both her hands. “Yer a mighty strong fella, ain’t cha? Dem photos don’t do ya aneh justice, dat’s fer sure, ehehe!!! Ah bet ya can lift 20 BALES A HAY if ya wanted ta! ... ‘Fact, ya should put dat to da test one-a these days an’ drop by our lil’ village, whadya say, bro?”

   With that said, Itsuki would gesture for the bro to take a walk with her. A little skip in her own step, as she continued to take in every little detail about him, instead of looking down towards the road ahead of them, “Da sis says yer one-a da NICEST DANG FOLKS she’d evah met, in a good long time. An’ ah thank ya... fer treatin’ her as kindleh as ya ‘ave, bro! Ohhh, ah can see it m’self! Ehehe, ah know these kinda things, y’know? An’ uhf gotta GREAT FEELIN’ ‘bout ya, too! Yer jus’ lahk mah other bros. All cool an’ tough lookin’ on the outside, but reeaaal sweet an’ selfless to those in yer life... Yer a wonderful soul, bro. An’ uhm gonna make sure ah let mah GODDESS know dat yer deserve all da BLESSINGS!”

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   MR MARSTON...? The pleasure’s all mine, sir. And, oh my goodness-- lemme tell you, getting to interact with you over these past months really takes me back. It really does. I remembered when I had first played Red Dead Redemption 1 (Grabbed my brother’s copy when he wasn’t looking, and most definitely didn’t regret it, hehe!), and goodness what an experience it all was! Ehehe, I just love your ATTITUDE, John. How you go from being a gentleman (Don’t you think I haven’t see the mannerly way you speak to MS MACFARLANE, good sir!) to how firmly you stand your ground and effectively RETURN FIRE, when it comes to those jerks that are dumb enough to even mess with you. And of course, I know that’s putting it way too nicely, when considering just how much you had to go through. You’re a badass, to say the least. And it’s honestly thanks to you that I started addressing even strangers by “Friend” as well. Only because you just made it so effortlessly cool of course, haha! 

   Say hi to your wife and son for me, alright? And Uncle too, of course! Haha! Truly, after all you have been through? You guys deserve a happy and peaceful life... We’ve all made mistakes in our lives, some worst than others, of course... But there’s no denying what a GOOD MAN you are, Mr Marston. Especially with how hard you are trying to make things right, and the fact that you only want to look out now for the ones that you love.

Send 💕 and the mun will say something nice about you, the mun

   This section is the toughest one for me, but ONLY because we have already been PELTING ONE ANOTHER with all the compliments in the world and then some. But, here goes, and I hope you don’t mind the same record starting to play through here, ahaha! But seriously, Chase. As you have said to me, meeting and befriending you was one of the major highlights of 2020. You are just such an INCREDIBLY WARM, SWEET AND FRIENDLY SOUL, and honestly it wasn’t surprising just how easily we hit it off, from that very first interaction we got to have with one another. It only took me a moment to follow you (And it only took longer simply because I was trying to tidy up my own blog so that you wouldn’t get turned off, LOL!), because I was so quickly won over by what I saw from you IC and OOC. It’s so clear how much thought you put in everything that you do, and that also includes making sure your writing partners know how enthusiastic you are about your threads with them, as well as offering up that priceless HAND IN FRIENDSHIP to them. 

   You have honestly blown me away, so, so many times with your kindness. Besides donating to me several times, I can’t tell you how much it means to me when it comes to how considerate, understanding and caring you are as well towards me. With how sickly I am, I feel absolutely awful that it only allows me 5% of my energy and time getting to hang out and chill with friends... even though I wish I could do so, so much for that. So you constantly being so KIND AND UNDERSTANDING when I had to reschedule means so much to me, and the fact that you have just been so excited to call me too, like... oh gosh. ;; And of course, that first call we had was a blast! Personally I was the one worried that I would come off super low energy, with very little to contribute-- but wow, we ended up talking till 4am, didn’t we? And I know we will have so many other things to discuss and fanboy/fangirl about in due time!

   Just... wow, Chase. You truly amaze me, okay? With all that you have been through in life as well, those things have never stopped you from continuing to be the sweet and wonderful dude that you are today. And I can’t thank you enough, for offering me your hand in friendship, that very day. You have truly done so much for me, that I don’t think I will ever find the perfect way to thank you all for it, but I sure as heck am gonna try, lol! But truly.... thank you, bud. Thank you for being your incredible self, okay? MUACK!!!

[veinereastath]

hi there again (I'm the anon from the Eredin age ask, btw, thank you for the answer!! I like your theory). i wanted to ask one more thing - how did you play around with pairing aen elle with a human? not that I have something against it, hell naw, but I'm wondering whether making Rhan a human was somehow important for your plot, or did you just decide it for no bigger reason?

I like your questions, Nonny! I really do~

~ Also, sorry in advance - this is a long answer. I wanted to make it short, but.. I guess I usually go to far with asks, probably because I’m just too excited, duh.

Okay, first things first - pairing Aen Elle with a human is sick. :”) To some extent, I presume. I would never go for it if not for the canon Lara Dorren x Cregennan of Lod story, because that gives some mild suggestion that, technically, such a relationship is possible. Even more interesting, the romance between them was more bothering for humans than elves, so it’s also a little point for my evil little abomination that I created.

About how it started - I created Rhan (or, actually, loose concept of her) in late 2015 / early 2016 [I started my journey with this universe in September 2015 where I played Witcher 3, and after finishing it I swallowed the whole saga by Sapkowski in less than two weeks]. Fun fact - she was an elf at this point, Aen Elle, actually, with a totally different backstory than what we have now. But me, being me, always digging human x elf / demon / whatever the hell you can come out with relationships - it wouldn’t work, it was too boring for me, so I scrapped that early concept and started nibbling, slowly and lazily, at something new. I think that the first ideas that are actually what Rhan is today started appearing in my head during summer vacations in 2016 (gosh, why am I giving so many pointless details, sorry anon).

Let’s get back on the grid - the main problem I have with Eredin is that he’s one of that characters that doesn’t have much screenbooktime. The whole Tir na Lia plot takes about 40 pages I think, and Eredin has maybe 15 pages in total. It’s not much when we have 5 books + about a dozen or so smaller stories [and Season of Storms, but it came out much, much later]. But what I could pick up was that:

Aen Elle are a fucked up race, and that’s a fact, but, honestly  - 90% of the Witcher universe is either genocidal, racist, or both, or worse,

Eredin is genocidal and racist, and, even more... complicating, the whole "Ciri in Tir na Lia” plot puts Eredin, Avallac’h and Auberon in position of rapists, because putting a woman in someone else’s bed without her permission is rape,

he’s that lovely, dark and highly intelligent manipulative type. :”)

It’s quite a feat, because everyday I get around 3-4 new little ideas for their story, but only 1 at best makes it to the “next step”, because there are many things I have to consider - first is, 98% of soft and fluffly things just won’t work with Eredin. They just won’t, but somehow I’m fine with that, I was never a fluffly-tropes kind of person. Second is, Rhan x Eredin relationship is difficult on every level: the race difference is obvious, but there is also age, for example, and all the time I have this little devil in the back of my head reminding me of the “the old, kinda supernatural being falls in love with a young woman” trope: *cough* Twilight *cough*. The worst thing that could happen is making Eredin OOC somehow. But that’s always the biggest fear when shipping OC x canon, I presume.

So, in order to make myself feel better, in nearly every piece of story with them I write I put that huge doubt, mostly on Rhan’s side, how the hell this could work and her little panic when after some time she realizes where her feelings are going, because while Aen Elle x human might have indeed a chance of happening again, even after Lara Dorren x Cregennan, it’s still wrong on nearly every level. When that Aen Elle is Eredin, it’s even worse.

The very definition of “falling in love” itself also kinda feels weird when Eredin is taken into consideration, imo, so that’s another thing I have to live with every day (but hey, I love suffering, so it’s all good, right).

Moving on - I decided that if this is supposed to work, Rhan should probably be as most non-human human as I can, while still somehow keeping that “humanity” in her, because... If I wanted to de-human her entirely, why not just make her an elf and be done with it? That’s why I decided that while yes, she was born on Skellige and is 100% human, I will put her in Brokilon, make her live and learn from the dryads, and then put her right in the middle of Scoia’tael to give her the deep understanding of elven culture and way of life. The final effect is that while Rhan is human in terms of how she looks like (no diamond-cutting cheekbones in her, baby~) and tends to show a more fiery side of her temperament here and there, she behaves like an elf in about 85% of the case - to make it more “real” I added small headcanon things that could potentially fit elves, at least Aen Seidhe, the way the greet each other, thank eatch other for help, share their emotions etc., so after just a few days Eredin realizes “well, she’s human, but she does not behave like one, and does not move or fight like one”. It’s barely a deal for him at this point, but it’s the first, microscopic step towards moving their relationship onto some normal ground.

Another thing - this relationship could not happen fast. While Rhan is a sorceress and, indeed, has an increased lifespan thanks to magic, she is still a human and the biggest human thing in her is that she perceives time like humans do - every minute, hour, week is important to her, while Aen Elle can wait decades and not be too much bothered by it. So something long and lazy from Rhan’s perspective would be a blink of an eye for Eredin, especially since I stick to that headcanon that he must be at least 300 years old - at this age elves are pretty much done with everything, they’ve seen nearly everything, and they just don’t care that much about time, and they get quite bored with each other (sex-wise, as Avallac'h said to Geralt in Tower of The Swallow).

Though, on the side note, the books heavily suggest that Eredin is, indeed, impatient; something that kinda costed the Aen Elle losing the Elder Blood and Auberon at the same time, because he would probably live if not for Eredin’s hasty attempt to speed things up.

Huh, what else could I say... Ah, right, time. I wanted to mention that I made their relationship take a long time to just go from “you’re just a trophy” to “you’re tolerable” to “alright, I consider you to be a living being and slightly appreciate what you’re doing to Aen Seidhe elves in your world” to “I respect you” to “I would not die for you, but I would kill for you”. I’m still not entirely sure how much time I want it to take, but one decade is an absolute bare fricking minimum. Recently I’m kind of going more into putting it into a span of 20-25 years, actually. And it’s still not that much for Aen Elle elf.

What else... Ah, to figure out how the hell would Eredin even consider taking her alive, instead of killing her on the spot after she got trapped in Tir na Lia for the second time (in case you don’t know - I gave Rhan a highly unstable magic; she can’t create portals, because they always throw her to the place that is full of powerful magic, and doesn’t care for worlds barriers - and Tir na Lia is literally full of it), I went with the very long and tiring chase sequence; Rhan was able to run away for 5 days before she got captured, with barely any sleep available at that time, to kinda give this whole thing a vibe of an exciting (for Eredin, that is) chase, that is something new and interesting after the routine that is unicorn hunting / raiding human villages. The Raven Haired Bastard managed to be slightly, just sliiightly impressed by how long she was able to play this game, slipping from his riders by mere inches. Slightly. But that’s already some kind of a start to make it at least somehow believable. At least for my mind and my imagination.

And yes, I know he chased Ciri as well, but in her case it was a matter of life and death, because Eredin needed her blood, it was a matter of survival of the whole race, not chase for fun. In case of Rhan, it's more of a free-time challenge, a hunt for a difficult, but not that important prey. Aaand I don't like Cirilla, but that's another thing, yikes

... God, it was not supposed to be this long, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t make it shorter. And there are still probably things that I would like to mention, but just can’t think about them right now.

 

Moral of the story is - I dig complicated, dark and difficult relationships. I always go for them. Well, in 99% of the case.

[curealkira]

Birthday Special for Laur (one-shot)

A special little one-shot story for my special sister-friend, @iluvsexyvoltageguys(aka Laur). The story is set in Be My Princess universe (Otome game owned by Voltage Inc). As a disclaimer, I do not own anything...I mean...yeah...I don’t..except for...myself...lol. This is honestly the first time I made a story as a B-day gift for a friend so I hope this story is good enough for her n_n…..I mean I really hope I depicted her properly in this story. If not and she ends up being OOC…..forgive me my friend n_nU...I tried my best >_<. Happy (belated) Birthday Laur, my special, silly friend who I love and want to be possessive towards for laughs ;3. 

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Laura: “Oh my god! You actually made all this, Kittah!? How were you able to make such a shape!”

Kittah: “Psshh, girl you know I enjoy trying new things with my creations. Plus I wanted to be the first to make you something for your special day. No one, and I mean no one, should beat me in being the first afterall.~”

At present, both of us, for special reasons, are currently residing at Liberty Manse. It was the day before my birthday, February 16th. As usual, my friend, Kittah, always works hard to make various things for me for my birthday. Mainly on the lines of sweets. This year she made lion face cookies. It was a little sloppy but I could tell she put in a lot of effort for me. Though the oddest thing was that she normally gives me my gift first thing in the morning right when I wake up. But knowing her, if I ask she just brushes it off with her amused-cryptic expression. Learning from my time with her, the best thing to do is just to not bother asking. 

Laura: “Can I try one now?” Kittah: “Why ya asking me? Eat when you want. It’s yours.” 

Fair enough. Tasting one,...just oh my gosh! It's soft and not too sweet! She really got this flavor down!

Laura: “Kittah! You are a baking expert!!!” Kittah: “Nah. I ain’t. But seeing ya being all smiley smiley is good enough for me~.” Laura: “Awww! I love ya!! I really love this early birthday gift!”

Kittah: “Heheh. Yes yes I know girl. I know~” I couldn’t help but give her a really big hug. 

During this time, I wasn’t aware of being seen from afar by two people, one of whom had his pair of emerald green eyes stare sharply at the scene. 

------------------------------------------The next day--------------------------------------------

 How did I get myself into this?

I am currently sitting in a helicopter next to Prince Keith. It was dark outside like late evening. Neither Luke nor Kittah was with us. Part of me was confused since Keith hasn’t said anything, but at the same time I had little hope that if this has anything to do with my birthday. 

Thinking about the events from a few hours ago...it was quite something for a morning. 

It was only about 3 hours since I woke up. Of course, as per usual, Kittah wished me Happy Birthday again when I just woke up. And then few of the butlers and maids, as well as Cathy and Luke, wished me happy birthday with a few gifts. Heck, even the princes from the other kingdom, as well as Nobel Michel and Zain, gave me wishes. However, there was one who has yet to do so. I found out that Keith had some important businesses to take care of and would not be back until evening time. It was disheartening but I mean I understand since he’s the prince and all but still...I thought we got close enough for him to wish me early. Well, there’s still hope for the evening. 

Hours went by and I was being kept company by Cathy and Kittah for the majority of the day. We were all in the middle of having evening tea until my phone started ringing, which was off given the time. And when seeing who was calling, I answered immediately. 

Laura: “Hello?” Keith: “Be ready in 15 minutes. Wear something warm. Come to the main gates.” Laura: “Wait wha-?” Beep. Beep. Beep. Typical. I should be used to this already but still. Kittah: “Better hurry and get ready, Laur.” Laura: “Huh?”

Kittah: “You don’t want to keep Brat Boy waiting, now don't ya?”

Cathy: “Hehe, she’s right. Hurry and go get ready!” Both of them knew who was on the phone and gave me amused grins. I swear these two really can read me sometimes. Feeling touched by their thoughtful consideration, I immediately head back to my room to get ready into something warm as he stated. Not too long afterward, I was waiting outside wearing a simple long sleeve white blouse, denim jeans, and a sweater.

But where on earth is he? It’s already been 15 minutes like he said. 

Laura: “Really now. He’s the one who told me to come out here and yet he’s the one late.”

Just as I was about to consider giving him a text, suddenly a burst of wind followed by a loud sound coming from above was heard.

And I couldn’t even believe what I was seeing.

Laura: “What the he-“

???: “Took you long enough! Get up! We don’t have time!”

Well, how unsurprising. It was none other than Keith himself shouting down at me from above...in a helicopter….

Laura: “You gotta be kidding me…”

Ideally, I should be gobsmacked...but somehow I can’t help but be unsurprised by this extravagant entrance as the helicopter slowly descended. Knowing him, he’s gonna get annoyed if I delay any further, so just shrugged it off and got myself in the helicopter with his help.

And now here we are at present times. I still have no clue where he is taking me. He refused to budge and tell me. 

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Keith: “We’re here.” And where is here exactly? But of course, I naturally wouldn’t get my answer. Knowing that I was helped down from the helicopter...before I got...blindfolded!? Laura: “W-what the hell!?”

Keith: “Quiet. Just shut up and follow.” Not wasting any time, contrasting to the sound of his voice, he took my hand gently as he was leading me to who knows where. Keith: “We are almost there.” Laura: “Almost whe-” Suddenly I hear the sound of crashing salty-smelling water and crunching sound with each step I take. Are we at a beach..?

Keith: “Stay here. And don’t remove that blindfold until I tell you. Got it?” Placing me somewhere...who knows where...he said that before he walked off without even letting me say anything. Typical. But what the heck is going on?

A few moments later, I hear his footsteps approach me from behind with each crunching footsteps until he stood right behind me. 

Laura: “Hey. Can you please tell me what’s going on-” Keith: “Quiet.”

Immediately after saying that, the blindfold was removed...and at the same time...I heard loud booms in the sky...and it was a sight I didn’t expect. 

Fireworks, one by one and at the same time, rocketing into the sky and bursting into shimmers of colors and shapes...It was breath-taking.

Keith: “And now for the finale…” Laura: “Huh? What do you-..” Keith: “Don’t turn. Look.”

Having both sides of my head motioned back up in the sky...I could not believe what I saw. It was touching enough that I nearly got emotional. 

Afterall….the last sets of fireworks spelled out…             

                                    “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA”

Laura: “Keith, this is..”

I turned around to be surprised again with a bouquet of roses held right out in front of me. There was so much, it practically covered my view of his face...but I swear I could see a small hint of red on his cheeks. 

Keith: “What are you waiting for?? Just take the damn roses already…...no….I mean...It’s your birthday and all...and well...You...like roses...walking on the beach and that kind of stuff...right?”

Laura: “How did you kno-” Keith: “Who do you think I am!? You think I wouldn’t know!? Just take the roses already.” He shoved the roses to me in my hands before looking away, with his ears red. Keith: “And...Happy Birthday…”

He said that before pulling me into a tight embrace.

I never felt happier than I am now. This is truly a birthday that I will never forget for my entire life. 

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End I am so sorry this took me a week, Laur. But I still hope you enjoyed this fluffy story. 

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너의 그 사랑만이 멈춰있던 날 다시 뛰게 해.

[ Only your love could make the me who was stuck run again. ]

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↪ member: Yoon Dowoon

↪ genre: idk its not really fluff either, (IM SORRY ANON IT GETS VERY FLUFFY AT THE END) but its 90 percent angst free LOL ??? this story is too out of the ordinary to categorise lol ☀️

↪ request: hey admin n! can i have a fluffy day6 dowoon scenario where he cheers you up from a bad day in school? thank you!

↪ A/N: I really wanted to write something for Dowoon, thank you so much, anon who requested this!! I somehow thought of the spiritual love I receive everyday from God (I'm christian to all of y'all who dk, haha) so I think this story will hold a special place in my heart!!! also, the story plot is largely inspired by the story by 九把刀 - 等一个人咖啡，so if u understand Chinese please give it a read, its a nice story uwuwuwuuwwu

edit i am SO SORRY THIS WAS WAY LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE the word count will probably be like idk 8000 by the time i finished this when u requested for a scenario lolz i got way too invested I apologise...I wrote almost everyday for a whole week I regret getting carried away oh my gosh, but I hope you enjoy this, I really worked very hard on this!!!

ps im sorry if jihyo is ooc, never written nor know twice well but id say I'm a fan of their music hehe

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It was about 7AM in the morning when all of your batch gathered around at the assembly place in your school, and between occasional yawns that slipped off your mouth (thanks, end of year exams), you and your friends were talking about the happenings of yesterday as you walked there, laughter often breaking out in your little group when there were bits of humour in the story.

You all made your way down the stairs and into the assembly grounds, resembling a large, aquamarine blue quilt that took up an obnoxious part of the school-where the netball competitions and other important events were held.

Seemingly following suit with the shade of blue on the ground, the lack of sun in the morning painted everything with a small hint of lighter, sky blue itself, such that it all looked like one entity but distinctive in its own individual colours.

Realising this with your own dark ringed, half opened eyes, you couldn't help but feel the ends of your lips angle up slowly-the world was so beautiful, you couldn't help but think as you knelt down to sit onto the rugged surface of the big, enveloping area-whoever had created it for all its small but still amazing features was exceptionally genius.

As your eyes scattered around the place, still immersed in a world of your own-a shrill screech of a whistle pulled you back to the boredom of school life, and with a slight, but petty annoyance you shifted your back to face the PE teacher who had just walked over, and subsequently, so did the other students around you.

He stood in front of your whole batch, clad in a black, torso hugging sports shirt and fluorescent pink shorts-which immediately, triggered a few giggles for your batch, but the spoilsport of a whistle just had to ruin the fun again, motioning for everyone else to shut up.

You sighed when you saw the creases in his forehead, and the unmistakeable hint of a frown on his tan, oval face-this was not going to be too good of a day.

You just hoped that he wasn't going to make all of you do 4 rounds around the school today. Running, needlessly to say really was not something a person like you liked to do-sweat all over your face, springing pimples on your face, grasping for breath and literally collapsing in front of the whole class like a dead fish because of how energy deprived you were? You were going to pass, thanks.

"Now, class!" his low baritone rasped out to the class, carrying a strong sense of dominance in it like he was speaking to a platoon in the army, "We have a group of alumni today, coming back to visit and help all of you train for your Physical Education Examinations next year." At that, his outstretched wrists flicked backwards loosely, gesturing for the alumni to come, and he continued again, "They are alumni that were our top students from last year, and did exceptionally well. They have all took time out of their 4 month break after examinations to train all of you, so please be nice, and don't be so unruly."

As soon as he had said that, the class started breaking out into applause as the five students stepped into everyone's field of vision.

Your eyes widened when you saw the bones, standing out like rocks in the their toned, fit arm and leg muscles-even the girls' thighs that was supposedly, the most unattractive part of everyone's body had 'walls' lining their lean, hourglass figure. Confident smiles were plastered to most of their faces, with a few tired exceptions-heck, one even had a smirk playing on their face as he scanned the class below him.

Inwardly, as you heard the laughs of the alumni that had aroused from the awing of their juniors below them, you couldn't help but shudder inside-there was no, freaking way that you were going to look like that after training with them.

You didn't want to, anyway-that meant rigorous hours of training and stitches 'basking' under the unhelpful, boiling cover of the sun.

Just then, as you were contemplating the choices of schools you were going to transfer to to abstain from the torture that was soon to come, the guy with the playful smirk on his face had already grabbed a microphone, and was preparing to speak. Translucent frames for glasses hid his small, almost demure but yet somehow condescending eyes-you weren't getting that great of a vibe from him.

"Hello, Class 3D9, I am your senior, Park Jaehyung, and I'm here to train all of you for the exams, since all of you don't seem that excited for it, judging by your expressions." His features softened considerably from a look of mirth to one of gaiety as he started to speak in a 'half air half voice' kind of way-rasping yet not quite, and you rolled your eyes.

It wasn't really that you disliked him much, but you could already picture him being the heartthrob of the girls in class-the gleam in their previously irritant, but now smitten eyes was so undeniably revolting.

They all nodded furiously at the last sentence, and he began to laugh a bit (attracting more squeals from the girls, much to your dismay) before speaking again, this time with the narrow of an eyebrow and a more serious, raised voice. "I know all of you might be thinking that this is very pointless, and stupid. I know. None of you really want to be an athlete in the future, and I understand. But I really hope all of you can treat this seriously, because health in the long run is really very important, and I want all of you to take not only the PE finals but the entrance exam to college confidently, and healthily. Are all of you with me?"

Like how any motivational speaker would have done, there was an applied pressure at the last line, and soon, a long, unenthusiastic 'yes' drawled out of everyone's barely parted mouth.

You snickered a bit at the frown on Jaehyung's face when he heard it-he really should have known beforehand, that encouraging a class didn't consist of just one pathetic speech, and you started to doubt if he had really been from this school.

Let's face it, motivation really wasn't this generation's thing.

"Are all of you with me!" he rasped again, this time yelling into the microphone obnoxiously and poking a hole in your eardrums.

"YES!" the class shouted with increased volume to appease him.

Just please, don't shout into the microphone again, you whimpered inwardly.

At this, Jaehyung looked more or less satisfied (thank God), and with the small hint of a smile, he passed over the microphone to another guy, whose eyes first caught your own. They were delicately angled into the eyes of a fox, emanating a half elegant aura that still seemed to hint 'Let's have fun, everyone!' They fell into small crescents when he started to laugh at Jaehyung's incapabilities to lead the class, and the circles in his lean, rosy cheek bones spelt attractiveness at its finest.

With a sweet smile on his face, he held up the microphone to his mouth and started to talk. "Morning, class! Sorry if Jaehyung sounds like a bit of a drag. I know he has that student leader aura, but you can't blame him, he's always been burying his face in a book during recess-HEY!" The class, including him, started to erupt into waves of giggles when Jaehyung flicked his forehead, a faux anger playing on his arched eyebrows and widened, now not so small eyes. "FINE, fine, I'll stop! Anyway, hello Class 3D9, this is your cooler senior, Kang Younghyun, and I hope to train all of you to success in the exams. Thank you!" Younghyun proceeded to bow with the shy lift of his eyebrows, and everyone clapped.

"His real name is actually Brian, please ignore him." Jaehyung added in with a wink, earning a loud slap on the shoulder from Younghyun (with a subsequent yelp from himself) and more laughter from the juniors, yourself included. Your seniors seemed pretty chill and friendly, not like how you thought they would be.

But sadly, as they were supposedly goofing around too much, the PE teacher blew that stupid, ear-wrenching whistle of his, causing you to jump up in shock again. "Okay boys, lets finish this up quickly." he said curtly, strict gaze fleeting past the two boys and causing their playful charm to melt like ice in front of him.

As Jaehyung and Younghyun simultaneously did a long, 90 degree bow, mouthing 'sorry' repeatedly, you and quite a good majority of your other classmates sighed, inwardly feeling a tad deflated-looks like the rest of the introduction wasn't going to be that fun after all.

The introduction seemed to move past like rusted cogs, at least for just one part of it-the first girl who had greeted all of you sported two round, neat buns at the sides of her hair, complimenting her big, double lidded eyes and her elegantly curved, brightly smiling lips. The corners of her eyes bore a small fragment of the brighter sky above her, gleaming with confidence as she bowed politely, introducing herself to everyone in a more reserved way than the other two. Her name was Park Jihyo, and she had been in dance-which was quite a great feat, since dance was a niche co-curricular activity in your school, but not surprising at the same time, looking at her beautiful figure and slender, well toned arms.

As she talked, she slipped a few jokes there and then mid-conversation, not too much that the PE teacher had to cut in, but attempting to keep the class' attention on her afloat. Jihyo had an unmistakeable pleasant aura that seemed to infect everyone with her laugh, and from the bottom of your heart, you really wanted to befriend her-someone approachable and easy to talk to.

There was another girl next to her who was called Chaewon, with demure, yet youthful brown eyes and a serene smile. Similarly, she too was very friendly and talked with a very laid-back tone-but the problem was, that she talked a lot.

You didn't really mind it much when people talked a lot, but when they overdid it, it got kind of...boring.

Seemingly one hour later, your eyes struggled to remain parted mid-sentence as she went into a trite monologue about how grateful she was to stand here. By the time she was done you felt fatigue wrap around your head like a snake, till a deeper voice was suddenly amplified into the mic.

"H-Hello, I'm Yoon Dowoon, and-"

"I ate ants as a kindergartener." Jaehyung's unmistakeable airy voice cut in annoyingly, causing Dowoon's face to flush a big, rosy red whilst all of you chortled with a louder, more extreme laughter than before-and instantly, you became alive again as the mental image of a small boy swallowing the poor insect with the brightest smile sent you rolling onto the floor.

"He even gave a whole box to his teacher." came a rather unhelpful snicker from Younghyun, further fuelling the laughter and the blush on Dowoon's face.

You couldn't help but admit, that he was sort of cute when he was embarrassed, though-Dowoon had the small, but believing eyes of a child, with two pretty, but not 'big enough that it protruded' kind of bags attached below them delicately. The gentle up curve of the sides of his big button nose was really attractive, and he had semi-big lips that pouted out like the small petals of a daisy.

Seeing Jaehyung's joking, almost condescending smirk resurface onto his face and look down onto Dowoon's expressionless eyes, which now refused to concentrate on anywhere but the floor was maybe, just maybe-sort of sad.

Unlike Jihyo, you couldn't see even a small fragment of the sky in his eyes-it was as if someone had just painted his eyes brown and decided it would stay that way for the rest of the day.

Dowoon was too embarrassed to do anything else, and without even looking up, he passed the microphone to the PE teacher, whose nonchalant expressions didn't seem to care much either.

Inside, a pang of guilt rose up to your chest, and you unconsciously started to frown along with him as you noticed how uncomfortable his hardened features had looked, amongst all the giggles thrusting through his gentle heart.

Being known by 'the guy who ate ants as a kindergartener' to everyone, instead of who he really was mustn't have been a very nice feeling, especially to his juniors-who was supposed to look at him as a superior and a leader figure.

Just as you were debating on whether or not to ask them to stop, a scream broke out through the assembly grounds, shutting everyone up with a magic swipe of its hand.

Of course, it had to be the stupid whistle.

"Are we here to joke, or train? Get up, all of you! We're going to run today." the PE teacher's obnoxiously booming, demanding voice rang into everyone's ears unpleasantly, the catalyst to the small groans of dismay breaking out amidst the class that was already preparing to stand and walk to the field.

"Can you believe he actually did that?" your friends approached you in a fit of giggles as all of you approached the running track, with a new topic to revolve your conversation around.

Just that, this time, you didn't really want to join in.

It wasn't the best of days after all, you thought with a small hang up in the side of your chest. Out of all things, after seeing a poor boy getting bullied by his own friends, you had to do the stupid 4 rounds that all of you did practically every week.

As you braced yourself painfully for the sweating and fatigue that was to come, taking your rightful place behind the white tape attached to the floor marking the starting point- an unusually low cough brushed by your ears briefly, and instinctively, you whirled around.

You saw the big, believing eyes of a child again as you did so-it was Dowoon, and to your surprise, those eyes noticed your gaze and looked back.

Crap, he's really, very cute. you could feel your head lose some of its gravity and your heartbeat accelerating as he proceeded to smile after, the lift of his plump, daisy lips showing off his round, marshmallow-like cheeks.

"You okay?" his deep voice asked you gently, and you nodded with a small laugh, realising how much of a mess you must have looked in front of him for him to ask such a question.

"I should be the one asking you that. I'm sorry for laughing at you earlier."

With that, his smile angled further into a laugh of his own, and Dowoon replied, "It's okay. I'm used to it already."

You could already feel your forehead crease in slight disbelief, as you stared at the sheepish falter in his smile and recalled how unhappy he was earlier on.

"That's not true-"

BEEP!

The PE teacher's whistle had already gone off, and Dowoon, much to a top runner's expectations, was already speeding far ahead of you with a steady, confident pace as his brown curls bounced gently under the force of his movements.

Looking at nowhere but the front, he looked determined to finish what he had started-something you could probably only dream of having.

"What's taking you so long? Hurry up!" the PE teacher yelled at you, averting your attention away from your senior and back to your miserable plight.

You sighed with a slightly defeated energy, giving him a perfunctory nod as you too, began to move towards the finish line.

That is, if you could even make it.

As you ran, you made a mental note to never use that stupid whistle ever again.

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31st December, 2018.

"Se-second place in class? No way, you must have heard wrongly. Second place girls-wise, maybe..." you insisted disbelievingly, feeling the air brush against your throat as you inhaled sharply, hardly able to fathom the news that had just been broken to you.

Contrary to what your stubborn mentality refused to accept, your deskmate Sungjin just nodded again, the smile on his face laced with a small hint of amusement-he too, probably foresaw that you wouldn't believe such a thing.

"I'm serious, man. It came as a shock to everyone yesterday as well." he said, hiding a gentle, but knowing giggle in 'serious'. "You really have Dowoon to thank, look at you go."

You stared at the suggestive crease in Sungjin's big, pretty eyes, not bothering to hide the sarcasm dripping from your smile (very well knowing that someone like Sungjin was capable of playing such pranks on you).

"And where can I get more reliable information?" you demanded, refusing to tear away your gaze from his, and noticing the added pressure in 'reliable', Sungjin couldn't help but break into a more relaxed smile as he lifted his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, go see for yourself, just don't hit me, please."

He pointed a finger at the notice board, littered with numerous sheets of construction paper from all the projects your class had been assigned this year, almost like a peacock's feathers unfolding.

However, there was one paper that stood out from the rest, dull, white and boring-but maybe not so, once the truth was revealed.

In big, bold letters, it spelt:

PHYSICAL EDUCATION EXAMINATION RESULTS: CLASS 3D9.

The thought of knowing your results had thrown all thoughts of replying to Sungjin out of the window as you could hear the squeak of your shoe soles speed across the classroom towards the notice board.

Frantically, as the long table of students revealed a clearer picture of itself to you, you decided on looking at all the names from the bottom to the top-no better way to set yourself up for disappointment than to face it sooner.

It had been a while of panning up, and your squatting legs were getting tired; though knowing full well that you looked the part of an idiot while doing all this. You couldn't find your name anywhere on the board, and as your legs slowly broke its position to ascend further, the anxiety in your chest seemed to rise along with it-what if you had done so bad a job, you couldn't even get a position?

What if Dowoon had seen it and would never talk to you ever again? What would your parents say when they knew...

Just as your imagination was trailing all the way off from your real goal, the truth imprinted in cold, black ink debunked all of the scenarios in your head.

Your name was right next to the position, second place.

"So you weren't lying!" was the first thing you did as you shouted out of instinct from the opposite position of the classroom. As many other students turned their heads to you in slight frustration, you could hear Sungjin's sniggers direct back at you in response, which was yeah, albeit sort of annoying-but nothing could really smother the joy you were feeling at this moment.

Your eyes lingered for a long time onto the placing that you had gotten, and you recalled all of Dowoon's practice sessions with you-how he had drawn out almost 90% of his 4 month break just to train with you after school, how you had nearly tripped over a hurdle on the running track and causing both of you to laugh, how he had made you draw out a meal plan for him to monitor your food intake everyday-you'd never thought you'd say this, but you really, really missed it.

As you thought back to the believing eyes of a small child, looking up at the boundless sea of a sky-the clouds floating past resembling well his sweat glazed cheeks, you realised-how much you'd miss his presence that pushed forward, reaching out to the you who couldn't be bothered with most things, his care that reached out to the you who didn't care for yourself-not necessarily in a romantic way.

The thought of getting Dowoon's number had very stupidly, slipped off your mind amidst all the joy he had brought you, and your good mood was surprisingly diminished by a small tinge of guilt as you returned to your desk.

You regretted it. A lot.

"All those training sessions with her partner must have helped a lot, huh? The one who ate ants in kindergarten, I have to laugh." Suddenly, the silent, but tangible hiss of a group of girls fluttered past your ears, and without thinking, a small sense of anger blazed up in your heart as you stood up with a jolt.

How dare they say such a thing about such an amazing person.

Your chair did a loud, ugly screech against the floor as it happened, and the girls looked to you, slightly perplexed-that was, until you grabbed onto their wrists, and locked eyes with them-with a fire in your eyes that you yourself hadn't recognised.

"Don't talk about your senior like that." you deadpanned, with the motivation of anger that had backed you up well.

Just then, you noticed the arch of your eyebrows, and the anger in your movements reflected in their cowardly gazes, and for a second, you wondered-if the you that was acting like this, was really you.

"Sorry." was all they could manage awkwardly, a sheepish, yet somehow insincere smile dripping from their lips as they slipped away to their own desks-people nowadays just loved to talk about others behind their backs, and you sighed.

Only your love could make the me who was stuck in a rut run again.

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"You got second place in the finals? Okay. Well, good for you, but I don't think you'd come to me just for that." the PE teacher slurred his words sharply, suddenly looking up at you from the bend of his glasses with a dull expression in his eyes. He seemed way more fascinated in the papers lulled over by his wrists than your dumb questions, and in all honesty, it was getting sort of annoying.

The lazy whirr of the fan spun over your head, fitting perfectly into the awkward silence between you and the teacher as you twiddled your thumbs awkwardly, trying to figure out a way to paraphrase such a stupid request-not daring to meet his steely gaze that somehow, stubbornly refused to tear away from yours.

He was right, however; the last thing you'd ever do was to go into the lion's den without an ulterior motive.

No one really dared to talk to the PE teacher about anything else besides school.

Plus, you could already imagine all the worst case scenarios if he was in a particularly bad mood today, and...let's just say that detention would potentially be the second best option.

He really wasn't the best person to talk to.

But in this case...

You looked up at the spinning blades of the fan again, and felt the swirl of cool air blow through your hair gently.

Maybe he was.

At such a comforting touch, you tried your best to ignore the pounding headache dragging you down; and with painstakingly mustered courage, you spoke.

"T-Teacher, do you have Dowoon's number? Like, the one who was our senior?"

Regret kicked in the second you had spoke of Dowoon's name, and you could literally feel your temples and limbs lose all sense of gravity as your reputation crashed to the floor. You could feel your heartbeat go into allegro, pounding onto every organ in your body as the PE teacher looked up with the most unreadable expression on his face.

Sweat emitted disgustingly from your scalp as your chest rose and fell back in waves, failing terribly to compose yourself. This is it, you dreaded your indelible fate that was to come as the PE teacher raised his eyebrows-you were barely standing up already, and you could feel your kneecaps wobble unhelpfully under the tendrils of anxiety.

I'm doomed for life, Dowoon's gonna think I'm a stalker, and-

"Hahahaha."

Laughter rolled out in the depth of that intimidating voice, like coffee spilt over a cleanly lacquered table.

You felt your eyes widen as you looked up at the teacher again, still grasping for breath as your heart refused to stop beating-after all, collapsing on the spot seemed like the best path in such an awkward situation.

Especially when he looked at you with amusement twinkling in the corners of his slit-shaped eyes.

"So, what next? You're asking, me? To help you with your half baked attempt of asking a senior out on a date?" he snarled sarcastically, getting out of his seat and approaching you. The corners of his mouth tugged at a smirk, baring his set of sharp teeth; the jaws of a wolf, that spelt warning at its finest, and in all your shock, you recoiled back.

You didn't think this was how it would end up; no, not like this.

Just then, you felt a hand arrest your wrists tightly, digging holes in your skin.

The pain from the wolf's claws amplified your vocal cords as you screamed, causing all the other teachers out there to look at you from their desks, and inside, you wanted to cry; you had never been humiliated so bad in your entire life.

"In your dreams."

Just like that, with the help of a brute force you were mercilessly thrown out of the staff room, and before you could even put a foot on the floor to stabilise yourself you heard a loud bang behind you-followed by the even more painful sound of the lock seizing the entrance of it.

You got up, slightly blank, slightly hollow, slightly lost-as you walked a bit further, heart feeling heavy with all the baggage in your chest-before the feelings got hold of your throat, and tumbled out through your eyes unashamedly.

You were way too sad to hide any further.

Pathetically, to do all you could to mask the feelings that had crept up onto you, through the not so fair play of fate; you held a wrist to your face as you sprinted back to class, with a scar zipped across it, just as it had done for your broken heart.

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"I'm sorry for what happened today...but I'm happy that senior was able to bring you so far." he barely managed, with his smooth, soft voice that seemed to skim lightly over the atmosphere of the café; just like the soft cream that had been drizzled meticulously over the cup of coffee on the table.

You weren't taking it, the coffee that he had made for you not too long ago. Not really that you had anything against him, no-definitely not your caring, gentle coworker, but you didn't really have the mood to drink anything as of now...You sighed briefly, dusting your apron to keep yourself preoccupied, but still not managing to let off all the steam in your body.

The incident had very admittedly, left you scarred; very literally and mentally. Leftover embarrassment was still tugging at the corners of your heart, begging to be attended to while you tried your best to shrug it off, and walked to the counter to unlock the cashier; the cheery ring of the bell above the door had struck at a rather unconventional time, and a customer was already walking in.

It wasn't very fair that they'd have to put up with your emotional baggage when they were here to get a drink, maybe even to destress and wind down for the day.

"Pil-ah, it's okay, I don't really want a drink as of now." you played it off as calmly as you could, slotting the key into the box and letting it slide open with a click. "You can drink it or something, you don't look too energised yourself."

A disappointed whine echoed back in response to your lousy excuse; there was no way Wonpil was going to believe such a stupid reply, and you could already anticipate his nagging voice as he opened his mouth.

"Heyyyyy, come on...don't be like this, I've known you for so long already. You've got to take care of yourself, even when you're sad."

The last line got you hard, and as you saw the customer's eyes widen in judgement behind her mop of ashy bangs, you couldn't help but glare back at him.

"Wonpil, I said I was okay." you deadpanned with added pressure, however, subsequently feeling guilt crawling onto your nerves after realising how mean that had sounded. His features had softened considerably, with a slightly hurt look in his big, innocent eyes, and you didn't really want to hurt anyone else when you yourself had been hurt enough.

"I'm sorry, just-I'm tired from today." you sighed helplessly, having been pushed into a corner, and being his understanding self, Wonpil nodded back with concern laced in his seemingly nonchalant smile.

After making sure everything was more or less alright, you hastily attended back to the customer, who was looking slightly frustrated with how long you were taking-and after she had ordered her iced americano, she looked a little more satisfied as she took a seat by the table nearest to the window.

It wasn't surprising; the weather today was warm. Lances of golden sunlight had dropped by the café, gracing its interior in its crisp, evening glow, and very miserably, laughing at your bad mood that contrasted with it.

"Are you okay now?"

You turned around to see Wonpil, eyebrows raised, hands rested in the pockets of his apron; and a rare, but serious look in his eyes as he prepared to listen to you.

As much as you didn't want him to worry over you, you knew how stubbornly insistent he was with getting things off your chest, so nevertheless, you opened your mouth-wondering what you had done to deserve his grace at the back of your mind.

"I-It's nothing really, it's just-" you exhaled, breaking into a nervous box smile as you ran a hand through your hair, barely having the right state of mind to continue, "I really wanted to thank him for his kindness and how he cared for my growth so selflessly, but apart from being so embarrassed by the teacher, not being able to do that anymore-it makes me feel so, so bad, knowing that I was never able to do anything for him, because I really, really miss him, and-"

"Don't say anymore. I understand."

You felt Wonpil's hand descend onto your back, like the touch of a small, but pretty little butterfly as it fluttered over the expanse of your spine, caressing it gently and hushing your shaking nerves.

All the thoughts had miserably, coaxed your feelings forward, and without knowing, you had started to cry again as you held your palms to your face-trying your best not to cry too loudly as you let out small, uncontrollable sobs.

"T-Thank you so much." you choked awkwardly, not knowing any better way to express your gratitude, and even in the darkness of your closed eyes, you could already picture Wonpil's relaxed, comforting smile playing on the sides of his face as he chuckled softly.

Just then, a cough cut in, putting a halt to your sobs and causing both of you to turn to the customer.

"Um...I'm sorry to interrupt this moment, but can I have three iced lattes? Please?" he said, carrying a half air, half voice tone-and with the guidance of your instinct your head immediately shot up from your palms.

There was only one person you knew with such a voice-the one you heard when you had first met the school alumni.

"P-Park Jaehyung?" you yelled instinctively, and your own eyes revealed the truth to you quickly-lean, rosy cheeks, big lips, small, droopy eyes, that were now widened into large circles as they stared back at you, with equally as much surprise in his gaze.

"Ohhhhh my! Y-You're the junior that trained with Dowoon a lot, right?" In his hearty voice, he exclaimed almost disbelievingly, but causing you to blush furiously; it was rather weird being so closely associated with him. "And hey, don't be rude-how dare you call a senior by their full name." he added on teasingly, and both of you laughed.

"I think I'll make the drinks for today-you definitely need to catch up with him, someone might be there waiting for you." Wonpil's voice said behind you understandingly, and you said a quick thank you with a smile before walking over to Jaehyung's seat.

"Oh, sorry for my impoliteness, Your Highness, Park Jaehyung, my queen-does this make it better now?" you retorted quickly, with a cheeky smirk on your face and triggering a gasp from him.

"Excuse me? Your audacity? Oh, and by that guy's sound, you sound like you're only here to see Dowoon, how sad-he isn't here, because I'm the most significant out of everyone there." he snickered back, laughing even harder when you stuck out your tongue back at him pettily-but to your surprise, it didn't last very long.

"Jaehyungie-hyung, don't be so mean! I'm here, hi! I haven't seen you in so long, are you doing okay?" a deep voice exclaimed, causing your jaw to drop even further, if that was even possible-and your feelings seemed to arrest all the air in your chest, just for a second-when you once again, saw the big, believing eyes of a child and his kind, untainted smile.

It was the boy that had spent countless hours under the sun, pushing you towards your goals endlessly.

It wasn't just any person, a random school alumni that had came to their transit stop for a while to leave again-it was Dowoon, Yoon Dowoon, of all people that you could have seen on that miserable day of yours.

It seemed almost intangible, yet so palpable as you ran to him, calling his name, as your hands managed to even hug his taller figure again-you could have nearly cried when you felt his bigger palm crash against your back with sincerity, and while you heard Dowoon's deep voice roll out a long string of laughter, commenting jokingly, "Man, I never knew a girl would miss me so much," you sort of wanted to smack him-yet was definitely in awe of the fact that you could hear that laughter again.

You'd never think that you would have heard it ever again.

"Shut up, I'm just here because you got me a second place position in running, loser." you giggled it off coolly, but failing terribly to hide the happiness stupidly written all over your face as Dowoon's smile angled up further, wearing his pride proudly on his sleeve as he gave you a high five.

"Really? Oh my gosh, that's so amazing! I'm so proud of my student." he laughed, childlike eyes widening in happiness and amplifying his innocence. "You deserve it man, you trained so hard for the test-definitely more commitment than I think you would have had."

"Ow, thanks a lot for the last comment, jeez, alright, I know I suck." you jutted out your lips in faux sadness, clutching your heart to your chest-but quickly remembering why you were so happy to see him again, you hastily added, "But thanks anyway, for guiding me. Couldn't have done it without you, taking so much time off your break."

There. I finally said it, you thought happily, allowing yourself a small grin when Dowoon rejected your praises quickly, hurriedly saying, "No, no, I didn't really do anything," and starting to ramble on about how you had done so much more to deserve it-his eyes got even bigger when he was in slight shock, and he looked the part of a small, innocent child more than ever.

"And oh, right." Dowoon suddenly spoke up amidst the topic of running, grabbing your attention. You couldn't help but giggle when he was about to open his mouth to speak, but instead-shut it again and started tugging the edges of his hair, mouthing things to himself with eyes squeezed together tightly-probably a long string of Jaehyung's 'motivational quotes.

A part of your heart fluttered at the purity his very being exuded-he was really, very cute.

But in all your mirth, you couldn't help it-you absolutely had to smack him.

"Yoon Dowoon, hurry up!" you snapped quickly, however with a cheeky smile that showed your real intentions. Dowoon was momentarily taken aback-but his features quickly softened after, when he realised you were joking.

"Sorry for being such a big mess, it's just..." he barely smiled softly, breaking out into further nervous laughter when Jaehyung and Younghyun started to beat his back repeatedly.

"Do you want to go out with us today? We're going to my place further out from the city, and uh...we're setting off fireworks and having a picnic around there and playing our instruments and stuff-" There was probably going to be no end to his rambling if Younghyun hadn't gave him a loud slap on his back-at this point, the creases in his eyes and sheepish box smile showed it all; he was incredibly, incredibly flustered, and to your dismay-also incredibly endearing.

But still, you couldn't miss grabbing the opportunity to tease him. You lifted your lips into a smirk, rocking your shoes against the foot of the table as you cooed, "Aww, is my senior asking me out on a date? I'd love to go with you, aww, Dowoonie..." Everyone in the place, yes, including that grumpy female customer; broke into fits of giggles, raising the atmosphere of the previously still, 'cultured' public place as you chased after Dowoon, who was currently running away from you and ducked his head to hide under the table.

"Haha, why are you genuinely scared? I was only joking, you're so adorable." you grinned cheekily as you saw the blush dancing above his round, squishy cheeks and the embarrassment in his semi opened eyes, "I'll come with you. It's quite timely as well, since I've had quite a bad day at school...You know what, I'll say later. I gotta finish my shift first, Wonpil can't possibly do everything for me." you quickly added when you saw his eyebrows widen in slight concern, and with a good-natured, outstretched wrist you helped Dowoon up from the table; who was quick to stick out his tongue when he saw that Jaehyung and Younghyun were still unable to contain the mirth written across their faces.

"So, I'll see you at 7 then?" he smiled awkwardly, trying his best to ignore them, and you nodded back eagerly as you walked him out of the shop, and into the embrace of the outdoors again.

It seemed so coincidental, that even as Jaehyung and Younghyun had simultaneously tagged along behind the two of you and out into the open, the sun was only blazing through the gaps in Dowoon's curls-girdling the ridges of his shoulders, slicing through the sides of his face and oozing into the crevices of his warm, faith-filled eyes.

You smiled.

The world was so beautiful.

"See you later! Don't miss me too much!" you yelled out to Dowoon jokingly, as he and the other boys got into the small scooters they shared-and after he had yelled back with equal gusto, "Back at you!", the three scooters sped in the other direction; hopefully, anticipating the time where they came back the other way again, because you sure were.

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unknown: It's 7 lol have you ended your shift yet?

you: Yeah I have! Are you Dowoon or...?

unknown: No I'm Brian #sike

unknown: Please ignore that, Jaehyungie-hyung took my phone, I don't know what he's doing with his weird hashtags again TTTTTTTTT

you: HAHAHAHA TELL HIM HE SUCKS

you: It's nice to have your number though...it sucked not being able to contact you :( How did you get it anyway?

Dowoon: Yeah hhhh Wonpil told me earlier :) I didn't think you would mind...so

you: Haha of course not! Anyway, are you on the way?

Dowoon: Wouldn't dare to be late, I'm already here hehe ^^

Your head shot up with excitement, nearly screaming as you saw three headlights blaze at you, from the curtain of darkness that had shrouded the city not too long ago. It was around autumn right about now, and you were rather sensitive to the cold-so seeing their warm presence was quite comforting.

Noticing that you were already hanging up your apron and practically bouncing to the kitchen to clean up, Wonpil couldn't help but throw a good-natured laugh at you. "Someone's excited for their first date." he remarked suggestively, cleaning the used table under the illumination of the light bulb hanging above him, and if it wasn't for the distance between both of you you would have probably kicked him in response.

"Shut uuuuup, there's literally 2 other boys goiiiiing." you whined, taking one of the leftover plates scattered across the sink and soaping it,"-The chances of you and I dating just about now is probably way higher than Dowoon...well, at least, I've known you for about a year plus right now, and him, 6 months at most." Wonpil couldn't help but giggle again at the uncertainty in your voice, and pettily, you stamped your feet on the floor.

"There's no way my future partner will be someone as mean as you, I take all my words back." you pouted jokingly, and subsequently, starting to laugh at yourself too-this conversation was going absolutely nowhere.

"Hey, but in all seriousness, I think you should just go. Don't make them wait too long, after all, one of them is your future boyfriend. I'll take care of wrapping up." Wonpil spoke up again, approaching you as he hung the cloth by the arch of the sink, and took the plate from your hand kindly-gesturing for you to wash your hands as he pointed to the tap.

With unmasked gratitude you smiled back at him, washing your hands briefly before taking your phone from the counter, "Thanks again, Pil-ah; and one more freaking thing, before I have to repeat it a second time, there is no way Dowoon is going to be my boyfriend." you remarked strictly, taking your school bag from the seat close to the door and slinging it over your shoulder excitedly-the events of tonight sounded incredibly fun.

"Thank me by inviting me to your future wedding!" Wonpil screamed in his high pitched voice when you opened the door, with the silvery chime of the bell above it-and this time, you really, really wanted to kick him, because outside, in the cold of the night Jaehyung was literally having the time of his life laughing at you and nodding back to Wonpil in agreement (one of the rare times where he actually sided him).

"Boys suck." you groaned pettily as Dowoon, with unmistakeable redness on his face gestured for you to get onto the back of his scooter, and Younghyun laughed.

"Doesn't seem that way with our Dowoonie, am I right?" his unmistakeable fox eyes shot you a small wink, which was sort of annoying-till he yelled smugly, "Good luck on being the first there with extra baggage! Not like anyone ever manages to triumph me anyway."

With that, Younghyun's scooter whizzed off, black coat and black locks fluttering behind him care freely, like how his very personality was-and soon, Jaehyung's scooter whizzed off too, the only thing behind him being his screams of "I'm GONNA BEAT YOU THIS TIME, BRIAN!", and you couldn't help but giggle a bit-the antics of those two were always so stupidly humouring.

"Sorry, they can be a bit of a public embarrassment." Dowoon laughed helplessly, shaking his head, and with a small smile you too shook your head; you were totally fine with them, and you'd even say that having them around was enjoyable. "-Jihyo and Chaewon are actually joining us later, but they weren't comfortable on the scooter, and we need someone to drive our instruments."

He paused for a bit to catch his breath, expelling a small puff of white before explaining, "I hope you're okay with it too-the scooter can feel very unbalanced at first, but I think you can handle it. This sounds incredibly awkward, but you gotta hold onto my waist, or you'll probably fall off within a second of me accelerating. Alright? Don't want to be responsible for your medical fees." Dowoon ended off with a joking crease in his smirk before he tossed you a neon yellow helmet from the basket of the scooter, and you nodded before putting it on.

He thrusted the key into the slot rather vigorously, and soon there was a dull roar from the engine behind you, and at his command, you awkwardly positioned your hands at his waist area. Admittedly, it felt pretty good, however-the coat that hugged his waist was made of soft, thick brown fabric, and it reminded you of your honey scented sheets back at home.

"Ready to ride?" he suddenly piped up, happiness laced in his deep, comforting voice, and you shot him a thumbs up sign.

"Always ready." you answered eagerly, and with a louder roar from the engine than before, both of you sped out towards the moon, that lay on the horizon of the shimmering sea.

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You felt like you were riding on the brim of a cloud as the wind zipped through your hair and your jacket, starting to take flight and flutter violently behind you like kites in the sky. The feeling of being so close to land, yet so far up into the sky was so indescribable-gravity accelerated the thrill in your heart as Dowoon let out a long, unceremonious scream, cheering for the destination that wasn't too far from where you were.

"We're almost here!" he broke into a small gummy smile beneath the mop of his fluttering curls-they seemed to run across the border of his forehead, like running waves crashing beautifully onto the shore of a beach.

However, contrary to your imagination, the river that surrounded all of you in its big embrace was especially quiet-only letting small dribbles of light from the lighthouse float gently above the surface of the waves as both of you moved past, like bioluminescent lily pads that had descended from the glow of the moon. Mountains foreshadowed the road ahead mysteriously, painted in a darker shade of navy than the star speckled-sky above both of you, and the road to the picnic area was long and windy, snaking out into a canopy of trees relaxedly.

"You'd never get anything like this in the city." you said in slight awe, hands slowly finding themselves crawling up to Dowoon's broad shoulders as you dared to hoist yourself up, breaking up from your posture a tad bit, and as you felt one of his curls brush past your wrists, he laughed his slow, deep laugh in response.

"You're cute. I had a friend that didn't live in Busan as a kid, and he lived in the more country area-he would probably protest if he heard what you just said..." His deep voice trailed off softly, seeming to follow the snaking nature of the concrete road ahead of you. "-Nevertheless, I'm happy we're here. It's nice to ride out here with someone."

His eyes, which had now stopped displaying the light of the sun to catch the glow of the moon, was still as warm as ever in the cold weather. With undeniable faith tinting the light that ringed his eyes, half opened submissively and bringing out the semi rosy tint in his bags, the carefree smile on his lips and the uplift of his cheeks resembling floating clouds didn't fail to bring you back in awe again; it was as if all laws of astronomy tailed after his presence, and followed in the footsteps of his unbreakable belief.

"You're really very beautiful." the words left your lips through an airy whisper, and you were too busy staring at him again to even notice what you said until Dowoon spoke up again.

"U-Um...Me? R-Really? Thanks, I guess..." his eyes bore a different spark to it as they drooped shyly, like a mimosa recoiling at someone's touch-and as the truth dawned onto you slowly, mixed feelings of embarrassment and self-blame kicked in a little too fast-you really, really wanted to kick yourself for saying that.

Trying to salvage the situation, you quickly spoke up upon seeing his tilted eyebrows and the embarrassment written on his face. "I-I didn't mean that in a weird way, I'm sorry, not that I don't love your looks-or not that I don't love you any less, i-it's just-" you stuttered awkwardly, brain stupidly failing you at this crucial moment-but being a nice guy, Dowoon just shook his head briefly.

With a small smile breaking onto his face, not fully suggestive; yet not fully chaste, he responded in awe, big eyes widening with more faith than before.

"No, no, please don't apologise, because..." Dowoon spoke with the smile of reuniting with someone again, overly excited to articulate his words properly, "B-Because, I-"

"Dowoon! What's taking you so long, can you drive faster? You're almost there already, hurry up!" Jaehyung's voice suddenly broke through the world that only both of you shared, halting the climax of the story. He and Younghyun were on a higher end of a cliff, where the destination was, and you could already see their hands waving vigorously in your direction. Jihyo and Chaewon had arrived too-you could see two figures with long hair sit on a big red mat.

"What was that you were going to say?" you asked, as the scooter started to move again; both of you had been so immersed in conversation that you hadn't even realised that Dowoon stopped the vehicle to talk.

However, contrary to what you thought he was going to say, Dowoon shook his head almost nonchalantly, losing a bit of the faith in his gaze as he looked down with baggy eyes of dejection.

He squeezed his lips into a textbook version of a smile and talked at a slower pace, this time more scarily composed than before. "I-It's nothing. I don't know if I'll have the courage to tell you again."

The entire trip to the cliff went downhill in a veil of awkward silence, both of you knowing full well in your hearts why such a thing had happened. Wind rocketed past your ears silently, blowing against your ears and hitting against your hair-as if coaxing you to speak, but right now, you didn't know if you had the courage to say anything to him when you had made him sad.

In less than a minute, the scooter had surfaced up the flatter parts of the cliff, and you decided that this was the best moment to speak up.

"I'm sorry if I made you sad or anything." you mumbled awkwardly, stepping out of the scooter and nearly losing your balance-having your feet on the ground after 2 whole hours seemed like a foreign concept to your legs right about now.

Dowoon shook a hand at you almost instantly. "You've made me more happy than I could ever imagine." he said unhesitantly, and this time, smiled at you with a more genuine smile. For a second, you could see the faith of the crescent moon resurface back on the ring of his eyes as he continued, "Just have fun tonight, that's all I ask for."

You nodded back, returning his smile; and with a new, strangely fluttering feeling in your heart you followed Dowoon to the picnic mat, where Jihyo and Chaewon were sitting, dressed in casual clothing-you felt slightly out of place, decked out in your sloppy, mud-speckled school uniform as you greeted them shyly, sitting yourself onto the mat. But thankfully, the girls initiated conversations well-definitely way better than you did, and within seconds, you hadn't even realised that Dowoon had slipped away to somewhere else.

"So, how's life after finals?" Jihyo asked cheerily, or rather, the way she usually talked; it wasn't rare to see that consistent, bright smile of hers plastered on her doll like face.

You didn't exactly know how to answer. "I don't really know. After school today I have that 4 month break that most have, so what happened after your break?" You started to laugh as you realised how you had redirected the topic back to them, and both of them started doing the same.

"Hmm-hahaha-I'd say that college life is still manageable, I've been doing it for about 2 months plus." Jihyo answered, failing to contain her laughter at one point as she squeezed her eyes together endearingly. "Chaewon is entering a polytechnic, so she has about 2 months more to break, same with Dowoon, Jaehyung and Younghyun want to go to a uni, so they're going to college too, but I don't know...like. I really don't know what I want in life yet..."

Her voice trailed off awkwardly, with the fading smear of her chirpy voice, and you couldn't help but relate. Sure, you had a subject combination and you had did pretty good in finals, but you didn't have a certain passion you would shirk everything to chase; not like many of the people in your class, who were already able to aim their arrows towards their target.

"It's okay. I'm sure you'll find it soon when the time arrives, I'm looking for what I want too." you said with empathy, and in response Jihyo nodded politely.

"I suppose."

All of you talked for a while longer, on less serious topics-occasionally breaking out in laughter when Jihyo came up with one of her silly, yet timely antics, and going soft hours when Chaewon showed all of you pictures of her labrador-it was a he, with a slender, healthy body and adorable marble eyes.

After a while of staring, you had only come to realise that the mahogany, soft brown shade of his fur was the same colour you saw, inked intricately in the depths of Dowoon's eyes.

Just then, there was a very coincidental, but hesitant tap on your shoulders.

"Can you come with me?" a low voice spoke up amidst the cooing over the dog, and you looked up, despite already recognising who it was.

This time, his gaze looked a little different; you couldn't help but feel slightly excited as you noticed the enigmatic sparkle that stood out amidst his gentle, brown eyes, taking his outstretched hand and standing up.

"Yoon Dowoon, I'm warning you, if you don't bring her back safely, we will tail after you with bats and split your head open." Jihyo suddenly spoke up with a glint in her big, doll eyes, voice cracking menacingly at the last line-and again, both of you laughed at her antics.

"Don't worry, I won't." he laughed awkwardly, voice faltering at the last line. You couldn't help but notice that Dowoon's cheeks were starting to heat up, but quickly ignored it when he gestured at you to follow him.

Contrary to what you thought it would be, the walk to the destination wasn't very long, unlike earlier on. From the angle of the picnic mat, a loudspeaker in the distance was clearly visible. Next to it were two other figures, Younghyun and Jaehyung-with a bass and electric guitar slung around their chests respectively.

Needlessly to say, you were shocked. "They can play those?" you exclaimed, and with a small nod, Dowoon chuckled gleefully, "Look to your left."

Without a moment of thought, you turned your head.

Cymbals, glinting on the cusp of its dully golden surface like the rings of Saturn, with two smaller drums and a large bass drum positioned at the bottom-it seemed like you were exaggerating, but...

"Dowoon, you can play that? " you cried out, faltering a little at the last word, but unlike how you had reacted, he just smiled like it wasn't that great of a feat to play the drums.

"Not just that, I'm going to play you a song." he responded triumphantly, as he approached the spinning chair behind it and sat down. A smug smile remained on his face unwaveringly as he bent down to pick up his drumsticks, humming a gentle tune between his lips-and you couldn't help but smile, wondering if that was the very song they were about to play.

"This is all for you by the way," Younghyun cut in, a malicious smirk playing on the sides of his lips as you turned to him, "-We have a school recital tomorrow, and we've practically practiced this song till we could play it with closed eyes-but our naughty youngest absolutely insisted on playing this instead of anything else, just because of his-"

"OKAY, OKAY, I think that's about enough." Dowoon shouted obnoxiously, with a slightly annoyed, slightly red look on his face, and everyone started to laugh.

"Take it away then, drummer boy." you said enthusiastically, remaining rooted to the ground in anticipation.

You definitely weren't ready for the moment he started to position those drumsticks of his.

As the guitar kicked off the song, while layered by the low consistency of the bass, you smiled unconsciously as you let the melody hum in your voice softly. It was in A major, a nice, steady rhythm; and more so when a string of clashes echoed from the cymbals, not too far away from where you were-before there was another silvery tap, followed up by what sounded like the rustle of leaves.

Then, as the melody descended down a few keys, Jaehyung rasped gently into the mic, like the soft blow of the night breeze surrounding you.

Every day I lived like I was dead But you

Became the reason For me to get up Once more You made me wanna open my eyes

In sync with the bass, your heart thumped against your chest-and you stared at Dowoon, who gave you a small smile, before going into a rapid flurry of beats yet again.

Just your smile alone Makes me breathe Because of you, I'm Better better Better baby Only your love Makes the frozen me Start to run again Higher higher Higher baby

The reason for all this looked back at you knowingly, with the same spark of faith spinning confidently in his eyes; as if he understood what he meant to you, and then, the night sky seemed to tear down from the face of the earth, and enclasp itself in the centre of his eyes.

I used to never wait for tomorrow But you Became the reason For me to take one more step Not too far ahead You held out your hand to me

Just your smile alone Makes me breathe Because of you, I'm Better better Better baby Only your love Makes the frozen me Start to run again Higher higher Higher baby The bass suddenly made no more sound, and soon, the music stopped with your heart.

"You must be confused now." Dowoon's low voice suddenly whispered at a distance awfully near where you were standing, and startling you; yet resonating so comfortingly in your ears while he spoke.

As he locked eyes with yours, the light promisingly dancing on the sides of his pupils held the lights of the stars in them-still the ones of a child, maybe even believing more than ever; and in all your awe you began to speak hastily, not knowing what to do.

"I-I don't know, I'm happy-and these words are what I've been meaning to say to you for the longest time, you mean a lot to me, and heck, I don't even know if I could have survived running without you, there's no way you could have known-"

"These words are the words I want to say to you too."

Your eyes widened as he said those words hopefully, taking your wrists-and all the signs of red surfacing across his cheeks, with the smiles that only he could have made you smile with; to the unsure, dull gaze you had seen at your first meeting, to the beautiful, starry sky you could barely fathom in the depth of his big, believing eyes.

"I wanted to drop by your school to visit, but I heard from your friends that you were hurting a lot today, so I didn’t end up going." he said quietly, now holding up the wrist with the thin, ugly scar zipped across it and kissing it; at that moment, you could barely believe the warmth that was withheld between every fibre in the soft, pillowy surface as Dowoon looked up at you again. "And I don't want to leave you like that again. Thank you for understanding me with that kind heart of yours, when I could barely have the willpower to train the batch, and bringing me so much happiness."

He paused for a bit, and as if his voice was a conductor, your breath halted simultaneously-before he opened his mouth again, and eagerly said the words that would change your life forever.

"I want to run with you forever."

You could barely contain yourself from crying again when the feelings gushed to your head, came raining down from your eyes as tears, and through all your emotions, you nodded vigorously.

"I want to do the same, Dowoon," you sniffed, barely stabilising yourself as you felt his callused hands land on your shoulders gently, holding you close to his chest, rising and falling in waves-he too, was crying; and you never wanted to leave that place again.

Just your smile alone Makes me breathe Because of you, I'm Better better Better baby Only your love Makes the frozen me Start to run again Higher higher Higher baby

From that day on, both of you ran not only across the running track in your school, but in the race of life, hand in hand-smiles being the breath in each other's lungs, and love being the reason to keep going.

Only your love could make the me who was stuck run again.

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HECK THIS WAS SO CRINGEY AND CORNY IM SORRY ILL EDIT IT WHEN I HAVE TIME LOL!!! ugh I had sm fun tho lol Dowoon is really so precious and amazing aaaa ;;; also, I feel like I was only able to write this so well because of God, who plays the character of Dowoon and way more than that in my life-being the breath in my lungs and the reason to keep going, so really, all the glory be to Him, I have never wrote with such understanding of a concept like love and He really is so omnipresent and amazing in even everything I write even if I don't mention Him directly!!!

hehe I really like this story uwu its not the best and its way too long than it should have been but it will hold a special place in my heart!! to the anon that requested this I'm sorry if u expected a short read with a much more light hearted topic to 'cheering you up after a bad day at school' JHDSJKFHS HAHAHAHA gosh anyway I hope y'all enjoyed this if you even finished it, thanks for your support!! I'm writing this on my birthday so I gotta go sleep now, happy 2019 to everyone!

[fairy-writes]

WISH ROCK  __________________________________________________________________________ 

 Word: Serendipity 

Color: Red 

Requester: @cipherwheeldecoder 

Fandom: BBC Sherlock 

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader 

 Oh gosh I love Sherlock so much but he’s such a character to write. Let’s hope I get this right! 

Possible slight OOCness ahead? __________________________________________________________________________ 

 Sherlock honestly didn’t know how he got to the position he was in now. He sat on the bank of a river and watched his girlfriend rummage around, up to her knees and elbows in water. His girlfriend, you, his Y/N. Your hair was carefully pinned out of your face and you had clothes on that you didn’t mind getting dirty, an old stained shirt and a pair of cut off shorts. Not the most attractive thing in the world but still, you were beautiful. He had long accepted the fact that he was indeed in love with you but it was John who pushed the both of you towards the next step. 

 “Sherly are you sure you don’t want to get in? The water isn’t that cold!” You called from the middle of a river, straightening to look over at the Brit. He shook his head, 

“It’s not a matter of whether it’s cold or not. Which it is, you're nearly shivering. I just don’t want to get in the water. It’s filthy.” He commented back and closed his eyes against the water you oh so lovingly splashed against his face. 

“Fine be a grumpy butt. I’m not getting out though, just so you know.”

 It was silent before Sherlock initiated a conversation this time. “What are you doing.” Not a question, more of a statement really. 

“Looking for wish rocks obviously!” 

“Obviously.” He said dryly and with that the conversation cut off, leaving you to your ‘wish rocks’ and him to his thoughts, dissolving the moment into a silence of serendipity. 

 As the detective watched you, he couldn’t imagine you not in his life. Well, he could, but that wasn’t the point. You always seemed to be there, from the moment he moved into 221B, you were the girl who lived in the apartment above him 221A. For the first few years, the two of you never spoke. You would leave early to head to work and whenever the two of you bumped into each other, you smiled and said hello. Something he never returned. It wasn’t until John entered his life that you entered as well. The doctor had introduced himself to you when he first moved in and the conversation had ended with you inviting the two of them over for a meal to welcome him into the building. 

 It took several years after that of John attempting to set the both of you up on a date before it actually worked. Sherlock had always found a way to weasel himself out of going and when asked why he would always play it off as indifference. But in reality, you made him nervous. You. A baker girl who lived above him made him nervous. 

You turned him into an uncharacteristically shy man; making his cheeks flush red whenever you smiled. You made his stomach twist and his heart do jumping jacks in his chest whenever John made you laugh. It took him awhile but he realized he wanted to be the one who made you laugh. He wanted to be the one who made you happy. But as clever as he was, he didn’t know how to do it. So he ran away from the feeling in his chest when he saw you. 

 “HA! I found some!” Your overjoyed voice cut through his daydreaming and he looked to see you holding something in your hands. 

“You found what?” 

“A wish rock! Sherlock come look!” He got up to help you step out of the river before returning to his spot with you now at his side. True to your word, you held two black stones in your hands. The stones had a white stripe around the middle of them, the white looking almost like a ring of sorts. 

“What’s the big deal about these wish stones?” You rolled your eyes and huffed. 

“For someone so smart, you are really stupid when it comes to fun things like these.” 

“Y/N, they’re rocks. They’re not that fun.” You gave a dramatic gasp when he said that and smacked his arm, not that it did anything. 

 “Sherlock!” 

“What.” 

“You- oh whatever I guess I’ll explain. Wishing rocks are special, to me anyway. Because if you find one you get to make a wish and it’ll come true!” You dropped one of the stones into his hand. 

“So I’m going to make you make a wish!” “And how will you do that?” He asked and you pursed your lips, thinking before a pretty smile crossed your face and you clasped your hands under your chin, batting your eyelashes. 

“Pretty please?” There you went again, making him fidgety and nervous. He felt his cheeks heating up and he looked away. 

 “Sherlooooock, make a wish!” You latched your arms around his waist, the water having dried by now so he didn’t get wet. 

“I don’t have to.” He said and you stopped, peeking over his shoulder to look at him while leaning your cheek on his shoulder. 

“And why not?” The feeling in his chest felt like butterflies. 

“Because everything I wish for is right here.” 

 You blinked several times before your smile widened and his heart beat faster. 

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard you say! Aw Sherlock!” 

“Get off.” 

“No! That’s so cute! Say it again!” 

“No.” “Sherlock come on pleeeaaase!” 

“Y/N, no.” 

 As you tackled him in a hug, the wish rocks fell out of your hands and lay forgotten on the grass. But that didn’t matter as you connected your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Maybe someday he’d get the courage to use the little black box stowed away in his pocket. Maybe that’s what he’d wish for. Courage to ask you to marry him.

[kleinmemes]

Ours (Connor Murphy x Reader)

HOOO BOI,, it took me a long time to finish this but here it is!! an adorable anon requested “Connor x reader with 'Am I scaring you?' :))) thank youuuu”, and i was happy to do it. enjoy, anon and everyone <3 :^D

Summary: One day, (Y/N) is assigned to be partners with Connor Murphy for a history project. What at first seemed like a nightmare come true for them eventually becomes a close friendship for both, and blossoms into something else later on. 

Warnings: Swearing, a shitty huge time skip, possibly OOC Connor

Words: 2929 ((oh wow my biggest work just yet aha))

*Note: Text in italic corresponds to the Reader’s thoughts*

(Y/N) hurried their step. History class was about to start, and Mrs. Goldsmith had a zero tolerance policy for late students. Looking through the classroom door, they let out a relieved smile upon noticing the strict teacher hadn’t started the lesson yet. Hurriedly walking to the nearest free seat, the student let down their backpack and started unloading the materials on the desk. After finishing, they started to lazily stare around the classroom until Mrs. Goldsmith decided to start teaching the daily lesson. Eventually, their eyes landed on the kid sitting a few chairs from them. Hunched over the table, wearing an oversized black hoodie, dark locks falling all over his face, he quietly picked at his chipped nail polish. What was his name again..., they thought, Connor... something? Gosh, I just can’t remember. They had heard some... things about the boy. How he was an insane drug addict. And how he beat up a guy who accidentally bumped at him once. Or how he was caught trying to sell his sister on eBay to get more money to buy crack. That kind of stuff. Admittedly, he wasn’t the most popular guy around. (Y/N) honestly doubted those rumors, they thought Connor just didn’t seem like he’d do those things. But, again, they’ve never even talked before. The teen was shook out of their thoughts by the high pitched voice belonging to the history teacher beginning the daily lecture.

“As you know, in this class you’ll be required to do a project that’s worth 35% of your final grade.” She announced, and a few students could be heard groaning. “I know, I know, not an activity you are all fond of, but rules are rules. Now, you’ll be required to do this in pairs, which I will be assigning shortly.”

(Y/N) stifled a cry of protest. None of their friends had this class with them, and pairing up with any of their classmates sounded like an absolute nightmare. They nervously fidgeted with a mechanic pencil on their desk while Mrs. Goldsmith finished explaining what the project would consist on, and started announcing the pairs for the class to hear.

“Kevin Johnson and Martha Dean... Phillip Smith and Dennis Brown... Samantha Riley and Jane Madison... (Y/N) (L/N) and Connor Murphy...” she continued to announce the names, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Connor Murphy! Oh, so that was his name.Oh. Wait.

(Y/N) finally realized just what that new acquired information meant. Connor Murphy. Connor Murphy. They were assigned to make a project with Connor Murphy. The alleged drug addict, classmate beating, sister selling Connor Murphy.

“Poor (Y/N)... Wouldn’t want to be in their place. Sucks to be them.” They heard a classmate say.

“Word. That Connor guy is seriously creepy.” Other agreed.

It couldn’t be that bad. They are just exaggerating... right?

“Yeah... I heard that the last dude to make a group project with him ended up in the hospital after Connor beat him up for getting a bad grade.”

Shit.

Ok, (Y/N), calm down. These are just rumors. You can say anything about anyone, doesn’t mean that it’s true.

... But what if this is?

“Ok, everyone.” The teacher called out. “While I write the details for the project on the board, you may sit with your assigned pair and start discussing what you’ll do for it.”

Fuck. Ok. (Y/N), you gotta do this. Get up and walk over to Connor Murphy’s desk. Nothing bad will happen. It’s not like he can murder you right now, there’s tons of people here. Right?

They got up from their seat and nervously walked towards Connor’s. Picking up an empty chair and sliding it next to him, they cleared their throat.

“Uhh, hey. I’m (Y/N). We’re doing this project together, it seems...” They tried to start up a conversation.

Connor only grunted in response.

“Cool, so... I was thinking... W-we could... uhh...” They stammered, nervous with the boy’s presence. “M-maybe... meet up a-at my place? T-tomorrow? Gotta get started as soon as possible, yeah?”

Connor suddenly straightened his posture.

“What makes you think I’m going to waste my Saturday doing this stupid fucking project with you?” He growled.

“Umm... b-because... it’s worth 35% of your final grade? T-that’s almost 40%... which is almost 50%...” they rambled. “W-which means this project is b-basically worth 50% of your f-final grade...”

Connor scoffed.

“Now you’re just rambling nonsense.”

“I-it’s n-not nonsense!”

“Do you always stammer this much around people?”

“M-maybe...”

He suddenly slammed his hands on the table, successfully startling the student before him.

“I knew it.” He smiled bitterly.

“K-knew what?”

“Am I scaring you?” He got closer to them.

“Y-you... I-I...”

“I knew it.” He laughed dryly and got up, picking up his bag.

“H-hey, Connor, wait a second...”

“Mr. Murphy, where are you going?” Mrs. Goldsmith asked, seeing the boy walk away.

He didn’t even answer her while walking through the door.

———

Connor ran his hands through his hair, walking down the empty school hallways. He never talked to (Y/N) before, but they always struck him as... different. They never gave him dirty looks whenever he passed by, or took part in any of the gossip people spread about him. But in the end, they were just like anyone else. The boy couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed.

He was jerked away from his thoughts by the noise of someone hurriedly running down after him. He wanted to peek a look at whoever was there, but decided against it, increasing the speed of his steps.

“H-hey, Connor! Wait up!” He heard the person say.

... (Y/N)?

Against his better judgement, the boy froze. Even though all his brain cells were telling him to ignore his classmate and keep walking, he turned around in their direction. The student had just got next to him, catching their breath from running down the hallway.

“What do you even want?” Connor spat, rather rudely.

(Y/N) stood up straight.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“You... what?”

“I... wanted to apologize. For... being afraid... of you? I mean...” The student stammered.

Wow. Were they really apologizing for their behavior? That was nice. And people being nice to Connor was new.

“It’s just... I’ve heard these rumors about you...”

Nope, there it was. Same bullshit as always.

“... but I should know better.”

Connor raised and eyebrow. Well, that was new, after all.

“They’re just... There’s no way to know if they’re true, they’re just rumors, after all. And I should at least give you a chance to prove them wrong.” (Y/N) explained.

Connor stared at his classmate, mouth slightly agape.

“I personally don’t even believe they’re true... I mean, what kind of person would try to sell his sister on eBay?” They laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Welp, that was basically the only true rumor about him there was. Half-true, since he did try to sell Zoe on eBay once. But as a joke, not in an attempt to get money to buy crack. But yeah, the sister selling thing was basically real.

He averted his gaze.

“Anyways, bottom line is... I’m sorry. I let all the whispering and gossiping get to my head when I shouldn’t have let that happen. Can you forgive me?” They pleaded.

The tall boy stared at his classmate, conflicted. They really were being nice to him. No one was ever nice to him. Maybe they were different, after all.

“Oh, what the hell. I do forgive you, kid.” He said after a moment, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Really?” They beamed. “Oh, that’s great! I’m so glad. Thank you sooo much!”

Connor suppressed a smile. That was adorable. And he couldn’t believe he just thought that.

“Well... since that’s settled, can you give me your number? So I can text you the details for the project tomorrow.” (Y/N) asked.

“Sure.” He smiled.

———

Ever since that history project, Connor and (Y/N) only grew closer. Upon working together on it, the two found out how much they had in common, and in no time the tall boy found himself having someone to call a friend. A good, awesome friend, no other feelings involved. Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

The truth is, he fell for his classmate. Ever since that day where they showed so much sympathy, and treated him like he was someone, he couldn’t help but take interest in them. After some time, the fascination became a huge crush that Connor was not willing to admit was real. He kept saying to himself this was all just because of his extreme lack of human relations, that these feelings were made up by how much he craved a normal relationship with anyone, that he just fell what he did because (Y/N) was kind to him once. But, deep down, he knew his feelings were genuine. He loved his friend.

He really loved everything about them. The way they always tucked their hair behind their ears whenever they were embarrassed or nervous. How they bit their lip and frowned whenever the teacher said something they didn’t quite understand. The large smile they always gave to Connor whenever they se each other. How soft their hair looked, and how good they always smelled. Every little thing, every little habit they had mesmerized Connor like nothing else ever did. And he knew these feelings were dangerous, because in his head, there was no way someone like (Y/N) would ever want him.

The bell rung, signaling the end of the daily classes. Connor slowly packed up his stuff, thoughts about his classmate and friend filling his head, no matter how hard he tried to push those away.

“Hey, Con!”

Speaking of the devil.

“‘Sup, (Y/N/N).” He answered, not looking them in the eye, shoving his pencil case in his bag.

“I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me today and... hang out for a bit, y’know? If you wanted to?” They smiled.

“... I’d really like that, actually.” He couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile too.

“Good! I’ll be waiting for you by the entrance, then. See you!” They waved him goodbye, skipping their way out of the classroom.

Connor slumped against his chair, letting out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t let these feelings get any stronger than they already were. It would just damage what was his first friendship in ages, and strain his relationship with the only person who was always open to listen him and try to help. Rubbing his face with his hands, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache with the simple thought of not being able to have them near anymore, even as a friend.

“I’d rather have them as friends than not have them at all.” He muttered, shoving the rest of his material in his bag. "Better suppress those feelings for the sake of the friendship, I guess.”

Slowly, he got up and threw his bag over his shoulder. Not much time had passed since the bell rang, but school grounds were now significantly emptier. He dragged his steps towards the front of the school, where (Y/N) said they’d be meeting, crossing the huge glass doors. But he stopped dead on his tracks when he heard voices not that far away.

“He’s sooooo creepy.” One of them said.

“I disagree. Honestly? You should give him a chance. Connor’s a really sweet guy.” That was... (Y/N).

He felt guilty for eavesdropping, but he couldn’t help but hear what the object of his affections was saying about him.

“Yeah, right.” The other person scoffed. “I bet he’s just trying to gain your trust. Then he’ll kidnap you and sell you on those deep web sites when you least expect it.”

“Shut it, Samantha. You don’t know him like I do.” They almost sounded angry.

“Uhh, you’ve known him for months, tops.” The girl replied.

“Enough to know Connor would never do something like that. He couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to.” They sighed. “You guys seriously need to stop these pointless rumors and try to know him better.”

“Whatever, keep defending your little school-shooter boyfriend. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when shit hits the fan. Toodles!”

“H-he’s not—! Ugh, nevermind.“

There it was. The definitive, concrete proof that he didn’t have even a slight chance of (Y/N) seeing him as anything more than a friend. Connor couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten. He really was hung up on them, wasn’t he? Shaking his head, he made his way to his friend when he thought it was safe to come out of his “hiding”.

“Hey, Con! You’re finally here!” They grabbed his hand. “Let’s go! Movie marathon awaits!”

“Yeah, can’t wait. Let’s.” He muttered, only focusing on the warmth of their hand in his.

———

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be stupid, stay away from the kitchen! The killer’s obviously hiding there!” (Y/N) muttered, stuffing popcorn into their mouth.

They and Connor were currently sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some trashy old horror movie the boy found on the internet.

“... annnnnd there it is. Boom, dead.” Connor laughed.

“God, how could anyone be this stupid?” (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh.

“Hey, pause it for a bit, gotta make a bathroom run.”

“Done. Have a good time there.”

“I will, thank you.”

As the boy left the room, (Y/N) picked their phone up and began checking their texts to pass the time. After some time, Connor returned.

“Hey, who you talking to? Is it your secret lover?” He joked.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “It’s just Samantha pestering me again. Nothing important.”

“Samantha, huh...” The boy still remembered the conversation between her and his friend he ovearheard earlier.

“Yeah, what about her?”

Connor let out a sigh.

“I’m going to be honest. I may or may not have accidentally overheard she talking to you after school today.”

“Y’know, saying ‘may or may not’ does not really classify as being honest.”

“I’m trying to be serious here, (Y/N).” He ran his hands through his hair. “It’s just... are you sure you’re not... y’know... afraid of being seen hanging with me?”

“Why would I be?”

“The whole ‘Connor Murphy is a drug addict who tried to sell his sister on eBay to buy crack’ thing sounds like a pretty good reason. It could ruin your chances of making any new friends at that school.”

They grabbed his hands.

“Con, listen. I don’t care about what other people think. Who I hang out with is none of their business.” They squeezed his hands lightly. “And if people aren’t going to be friends with me because they’re being prejudiced against a friend of mine who they don’t even know, I don’t think I’m not losing anything big, really.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

They smiled softly at each other, (Y/N) getting closer and hugging the boy tightly. God, they were so close to him right now. The scent of their shampoo intoxicated him, the warmth of their body pressed to his was driving him crazy. He was so in love with his best — and only — friend. They pulled away slowly, and Connor took the time to examine their features. The shape of their face, the way their hair framed it, their beautiful eyes staring at him, their soft, kissable lips...

Next thing he knew, he was pressing his lips to theirs.

“Connor—!”

He suddenly realized what he just did.

He just kissed the person he was in love with.

He just kissed his best friend.

He just kissed his only friend.

He started to panic.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I— I don’t know what came over me, I just...”

“Connor...”

“It’s just... you’re so... God, you’re wonderful, and beautiful, and nice, and one of the best people I know.”

“Connor.”

“And everything about you is so perfect, and — God, I love you. So much. There, I said it. I love you, (Y/N). I’m sorry.”

“Connor!”

“I know it’s never gonna happen because you’re... well, you. And I’m me. I don’t deserve you. Plus, people would stare, and judge, and...”

“CONNOR!”

He finally stopped talking and looked at the one he loved, sitting right in front of him. (Y/N)’s face was redder than the couch they were sitting on at that moment. But they were smiling.

“I love you too.”

“You... what?”

“I have for some time now. But I didn’t want to tell you.” They looked down, averting the boy’s gaze. “I thought that what you needed most right now was a friend, not a romantic partner. So I kept my mouth shut and bottled it all inside me.”

He stared at them, in stunned silence. After some time, he let out a small smile.

“I can’t belive this.”

“But it’s true. Aren’t... Aren’t you happy?”

“I’m... really happy right now. So fucking happy.”

Taking their face in his hands, he pressed their lips together once more. This time, they kissed back, tangling their hands in his dark locks. He stroked their cheek with his thumb, they kiss passionate but still chaste and sweet. He broke it up after some time, resting his forehead against theirs.

“You really want this? Be with me, I mean?”

“Of course I do.”

“Dating me is a whole other level than being just friends. You sure you’re up for it?”

“Who cares what other people think?” They pecked his lips sweetly. “ No one else matters. This love is ours.”

me @ me: haha nice old taylor swift song reference you piece of shit  ayyy thats it, i hope y’all enjoyed it!! sorry for any mistakes btw :^P anyway, ✨ friendly reminder i take requests for DEH and BMC  ✨have a nice life y’all

[kitten1618x]

So Many Spoilers And Yet, Jonsa Is Still Endgame

Okay my loves. Everyone close your eyes and take a deep, calming breath. Better? No? Well then, let's continue ...

It seems that no matter where you turn, the internet has been brimming with GoT spoilers. Some seem plausible, some utterly ridiculous, others written like straight up fanfiction. Since then, my inbox has been flooded with nervous Jonsa shippers, and while I would love to answer each one of you individually, I'm only one person. That doesn't mean you should stop sending me asks -at the risk of repeating myself, I've just decided to compile all of my current thoughts here.

Here's your warning right now that this post contains SPOILERS. Whether or not they are factual spoilers, remains to be seen.

Something smells funny

The whole way this leaks situation has unfurled is quite ...odd. Supposed spoilers of the whole season have been available on Reddit for months now, and yet HBO was mum about the whole thing until just a few days ago. Now they are claiming to have been hacked (which I actually do believe), yet they only confirm that episode 4's script was hacked. I've seen it, and it seems plausible -yet it was only one scene (is the entire episode going to be just one scene??). Why they still haven't spoken about the rest of the alleged leaks seems silly to me -especially since so far they have lined up with the show we've seen -minus context, of course. It would be so simple (especially in light of the recent hack job) to just release a public statement -"yeah, we fucked up but we're stepping up security." WHY WON'T THEY ADDRESS THE LEAKS? We all know they know that they're out there. Just something for you to marinate on.

Boatbang

So I'm not going to mince words. I've already stated on several occasions that I'm 97% sure that boatbang is going to happen (although the percentage varies, I'm still pretty positive it's inevitable). I know it's disheartening for Jonsa shippers, because on some level we feel like Jon is being unfaithful to Sansa, but in reality he's not. Sansa is his half-sister. We know it to be otherwise, but the characters do not. Until that little nugget drops, prepare for this ship to go submarine mode -as in humming just under the water's surface (torpedoes armed and ready to sink the SS Targcest).  

Why Jon, why?

There are several things to consider here. Dany is an attractive woman, and Jon is not blind -she's also not his sister. Yes, yes, we know she's his aunt -but again, he doesn't. If he's injured and she saves his life (depending on what leaks you believe, I suppose -yes, several versions are floating around) -he may feel gratitude to her -or sympathy if she lost one of her "dragon children" saving his life. There's also the Targ connection which might be mistaken for something deeper than just familial, and that whole pesky incest gene working against him.

My personal opinion is it will be good old fashioned lust. So here's this lovely woman, with powerful Dragons who agrees to help him in his cause. They just got their asses kicked and are facing some pretty grim odds here -he very well may die, poor boys been fighting all his damn life, now he's getting squicky strange urgings for his own "sister", and he's only been laid once in his life! Hell, I'd fuck her too! Especially if I wouldn't be breaking my little "no bastards" vow, and the girl claimed to be barren from a witches curse.

One argument I keep hearing is that it would be so ooc for Jon to do this. Sure, I guess it would. Now take everything I just mentioned above and apply it here. Makes for a better argument, huh? I refuse to fault Jon for having a sexual tryst when he's essentially a free man and could very well just be starved for some simple human affection. If you would hold this against him, it's really just silly.

The bastard who's actually a Prince

Supposedly, the scene of Rhaegar and Lyanna's "legitimate" wedding is going to play immediately after the boatbang concludes -much like the reveal of Jon's true parentage immediately following the Jonsa ramparts scene. You remember, the one where Jon kisses Sansa's forehead for like 20 minutes and then glances down at her lips like he wants to suck her face off? Yeah, that scene that screamed !siblings! 

Now, I've seen people speculating (ahem, the other ship) this is meant to show the audience how J/D are star-crossed lovers, and they're meant to be (and if I shipped them, I'd try to convince myself this as well). But really, it's showing that Jon, the TRUE heir to the Iron Throne has just become his Auntie D's rival, not lover.

Come on, you all know some sort of Targbowl is on the horizon. Through all her loss and heartache, what has kept Dany going? Her claim to the IT. She was born to rule the 7k's ("and she will"). Do you think she'll let Jon and his little pecker stand in the way?

Drogo was her one true love. Remember Dany's visions when she was in the House of the Undying? Of the snowy IT in the destroyed throne room, that was just out of reach, and then of Drogo and Rhaego on the other side of the wall? It makes me feel like Dany will die on the other side of the wall, and that's when she'll be reunited with her family -in the meantime, they wait in purgatory. But, that's a meta for another day.

But I feel like this (below) -the words the witch spoke to her, has something to do with the Long Night and being reunited with Drogo again, in death (the afterlife).

"When the sun rises in the west, sets in the east, when the seas go dry. When the mountains blow in the wind like leaves".

The wall falling? The snow and ice from the mountain would blow in the wind like leaves .... But again, another day for that -back to the topic at hand.

Who's the REAL red herring?

On one hand, we have a very rushed "romance" between two virtual strangers. One of them is currently holding the other against their will ...gosh, this is soooo romantic!  If that was my ship, I'd be kinda pissed. Yeah, they're going to get a sex scene -let them have it. We have endgame.

On the other hand, we have a very slow burn romance simmering in the background. We have ALL the subtle beauty of season 6, and that belligerent sexual tension at the start of this season. If you're shipping them, it's obvious you've seen it too, so I really don't have to list it all -but my GOD, romance tropes GALORE! Slip in all the Ned/Cat parallels, and the exquisite beauty that was the crypt scene with LF ...I mean, come on guys? Do I really have to break this all down for you?

Need more examples? Okay, how about the Tyrion convo in the last episode? Totally appropriate for him to ask Jon about Sansa's wellbeing -so what do we make of the whole "sham and unconsummated" bit that was completely unnecessary if all they wanted to establish to the GA is that Sansa is clever. I sound like a broken record, but if anyone can explain to me how that furthers the narrative in any way, I'm all ears and my inbox is open.

To put it quite simply -it doesn't! But, you can try ....as I said, my inbox is open.

It was solely to remind us of the crypt scene, and Jon's odd behavior concerning Sansa. Just as her cloak on his shoulders -the cloak that he wasn't wearing when he arrived on Dragonstone (nor was he or Davos carrying it) miraculously appeared when he was brooding on the cliffs about what a fool he was. A cookie for anyone who guesses who he was thinking about -maybe the one who told him this was a trap? As he's trapped there now, since Dany took his boat.

And if we didn't already know that Jon will bring Sansa up with Theon next ep., I would have told you that she would come up -as she will when Jon meets the Hound as well. Why? Because the writers want to remind us not to forget about her. They want us to know that she's in the back of Jon's mind through all of this. I wouldn't be surprised if we hear her speak of him more as well. Of course, we never really know what's going on with Sansa, because the people who release the leaks are all closeted J/D shippers.

But let's remember that a red herring is something BLATANT. Ya know, like a rushed romance that's RIGHT IN YOUR FACE -not a submarine simmering under the waves.

Sansa is not Jon's second choice

I'm really tired of hearing this, tbh. If you can't see that these Ned/Cat parallels are meant to show that Sansa and Jon already have that established love and trust factor that Ned and Cat built, then you're willfully blind.

Could a political marriage be what initially puts them together -sure. But with all the clues you've been given from the writers, do you think that they don't already feel the stirrings of love for each other? I mean, it's awkward and odd, but it's there. Clearly, we've only really been shown this through Jon so far, but I'm willing to bet we'll start getting some clues from Sansa by early next season (or maybe even late this season). Remember Bran has not revealed Jon's parentage to anyone, yet. If they were just going to throw them together politically and loveless, then there would be no reason for them to waste precious time (as we're coming to the end and every little bit we see matters) laying the groundwork for a romantic subplot -they'd just do it.

It kind of blows my mind that the same people who say that Jon would never sleep with someone he didn't have some sort of feelings for, thinks he'd enter into a loveless marriage -to sleep with someone he doesn't have feelings for? They'll need heirs after all. You see what I just did there?  ;)

Come on guys, this is Jon

How do you think he's going to react when he finds out he slipped one in his aunt? Probably about as shitty and ashamed as he feels right now, harboring unnatural feelings for his "sister". He's not going to be like -ahh fuck it, I'm half Targ. No biggie! This is Jon-motherfucking-Snow!! He may not be Ned's son, but Stark blood runs through his veins, and he is indeed, a Stark.

Jonsa is endgame. We all know what we saw. There's millions of words worth of metas floating all around Tumblr about it. Casual viewers have seen it. People who don't ship it, have seen it. My husband (who hates it), has seen it. Reviewers have seen it.

It's intentionally subtle, but it's there.

REMEMBER THAT LEAKS LACK ACTUAL CONTEXT!!!

I think I've covered everything, but EVERYONE, please reblog and add your own supporting evidence.

RELAX. Take that collective chill I keep talking about, and find your zen. Enjoy the show. Remember why you started watching it in the first place -it wasn't for Jonsa. Find the silver lining and enjoy Kit's naked bits (because ffs I intend to)!!

Oh, and if I haven't made myself perfectly clear ...Jonsa is endgame, it is known, spread the word. ❤️

[bloodstained-porcelain-doll]

Sugar and Spice, ch 6

Summary: Your sugar daddy Richard takes you to another concert, and Rob is truly sick of you now. Word count: 1490 Warnings: OOC!Rob, Asshole!Rob (this is the last asshole chapter, I swear) A/N: Beta’d by @pepperwoodatnight The reader insert link still doesn’t fucking work D: 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6: The rage of Rob Benedict

A week had passed since you and Rich confessed your feelings to each other, and during that week you had met several times. But now you were home, having lunch when someone knocked on your door. You grimaced and opened. “Delivery for Y/N,” the man at the door said, holding up a big box. “Sign here please.” You looked confused but signed the paper and closed the door after taking the box. You put it on your table and opened it, then sighed and grinned when you saw a note laying on something silvery.

For my sweetie. Wear this on Friday. The note said, and you shook your head, pulling up the silver and black dress that Rich had seen you look at on your phone.

“That wonderful shit,” you mumbled, but took the note and held it to your chest, smiling happily. Just as you wondered what’s on Friday, your phone rang. “Hey!” you said when you picked up. “Hey sweetie, did you get my package?” Rich asked and you could hear a smile on his voice. “Yes, I told you you didn't have to,” you said and smiled too, the note still clutched tightly. “And I said I wanted to.” “It's beautiful. Thank you. What's on Friday?” “Another concert.” “With Rob?” “Yes. You can decline, but-” “No, it's cool, I'll go.” “I'll be with you all the time this time,” he promised and grinned. “Alright, my brave hero.” “I'll pick you up at eight.” “Okay.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

The dress fit you perfectly. You spun around a few times in front of the mirror and smiled happily. You wondered what Rob would think, and you wondered what he would have thought if he didn't think you were hot. Or if you were a few years older. Or if you didn't dress up the way you did. You pursed your lips when you thought about him, and shook your head. You'd prove it to him eventually, you'd prove you were worthy of his best friend.

On Friday, you slipped into the dress, got ready and waited for Rich to pick you up. You'd bought yourself a clutch to match the dress, and you truly felt like one of those movie girls, holding it while waiting for your man. He pulled up by your driveway and exited the car, looking you over. You smiled coyly and danced up to him happily.

“Hi sweetie,” he said and grabbed your hips, pulling you close. “Hi baby,” you replied and kissed his lips, letting him taste your cherry lip balm. He smacked his lips and let out a “hm!” when you broke the kiss. You walked around him to get into the passenger seat, and he gave your ass a pat, making you grin to yourself.

“I told Rob not to pull any crap with you tonight,” Rich said on your way into the bar where they were playing. “Oh, did you now?” you teased and cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, he said ‘fine’ angrily.” “Ohhh man he hates me,” you sighed. Richard nodded. “He won't when he realises how great you really are.” “Let’s hope so.” You stroked Rich's palm with the pad of your thumb when he took your hand in his and walked up to the bar desk.

“You liked Irish coffee, right?” he asked and grimaced, trying to remember if that was what you ordered on the first concert he took you to. “I do,” you said with a grin as he ordered for you. “I like a man who'll take the initiative and order for their girlfriend.” “Yeah? You don't think it's rude or… too macho-manly? I know some women who do.” “Well, no. Only if you'd like… take me to a restaurant and order me a salad when I really wanted a steak or something.” “Oh, gosh, I’d never do that!” “Good,” you said and kissed him just as-

“Hey guys! Rich, Y/N,” Rob announced his presence, making your heart sink. You pulled away from Rich and spun around on your stool to look at Rob. To your surprise, he hugged you, a bit too tightly, but you patted his back. Then he hugged Rich, more genuinely of course.

“How are you guys?” he asked and motioned for the bartender to give him the same as Rich was having. He looked at you intently. “Well I’m good,” you said and grinned. “I have a job interview tomorrow,” you lied. “Oh really!” he exclaimed. “Where?” “Local café.” “I wish you all the luck,” he said and bore his icy blue eyes into yours. “Thank you,” you said whole heartedly. The three of you chatted for a while longer before Rob bounced backstage to get ready.

“I think he's coming around,” Rich said and seemed hopeful, but you raised your eyebrows at him. “I don't think so.” Richard shrugged and put his arm around your shoulders. “What matters is what I think of you, and I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time.” You nodded and smiled, agreeing.

After the show - which was fantastic - you and Rich went backstage with the band. The other guys in the band were super nice to you, and you hit it off quite well with them while Rich and Rob were talking a bit away. Some time later, Rich left to use the bathroom, you went to get another drink, and Rob followed you, pushing you into the wall with your face to him.

“What the fuck!?” you burst out. “Get off me!” “I can pay you too, I can pay you more than he does, would you like that?” Rob stared at you with hard eyes. “No! Get away from me, what the fuck is your problem!?” you shouted at him. “Isn't that obvious? You're my problem! I told you to stop and you didn't fucking listen, I told you to-” “IF YOU WOULD PULL YOUR THICK HEAD OUT OF YOUR BUTTHOLE FOR A FEW MINUTES AND LISTEN TO ME, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!” you screamed and shoved him off of you. “Yes, he's my sugar daddy-”

“I knew it!” Rob interrupted you instantly. “Shut up, I'm not done. Yes he's my sugar daddy, yes he pays my rent and buys me pretty clothes, and no there wasn't supposed to be any feelings involved. But shit happened, and he loves m-”

“I KNOW HE FUCKING LOVES YOU! That's why I hate you, because you're going to break his heart! I know your type-” “I'm not a type! You don't know me, because you never gave me a chance! You're a prejudiced asshole who judges everyone because of what one person did! Yeah, he told me about his ex wife. He told me what she did to him, right before he said he loved me, and I said it back because, yeah, I love him. I fucking love him, and I'll never be what she was to him, I will do right by him. And if you'd have given me a chance, you'd have seen that from the start.”

Rob had backed away a step by now and just stared at you with empty eyes. He didn't say a word, but stormed off as soon as Richard came running out to you.

“What the fuck happened?” he demanded, looked after Rob and then back to you, your face flushed and your fists clenched. “Nothing,” you mumbled. “You okay?” Rich stroked your hair and you nodded. “Yeah. But he's not,” you said bitterly. “Never mind him, I'll talk to him later. Come on, let's go home. To my place.” You nodded again and let Rich kiss your temple before walking ahead of him to the car.

It was an unusually quiet and therefore awkward car ride. You figured Rich was a bit torn at the moment, between his best friend and his girlfriend. When you reached his house, he poured you both some wine and sat down on the couch. You remained standing awkwardly a bit away, fidgeting with your glass.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled. “You don't have to… ah, I don't know. Maybe you shouldn't have gone off on him like that, but on the other hand… he shouldn't treat you like that, I don't know what happened exactly and I don't need to. I'm just… not gonna keep you two in the same building,” he said and grinned sheepishly. You chuckled bitterly and set your glass down. “That's not a long-term solution,” you said and straddled him, kissing him softly. “Hmm…” he kissed back before pulling away. “But what should I do then?” “I don't know. Treat everything like normal and maybe he'll get it eventually. We'll see.” “We'll see? That's your solution?” he asked with a smile and raised his eyebrows. “I can take him on,” you said and mimicked a boxer, to which Richard laughed. “Oh, sweetie…”

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[vieuxnoyesrp]

Mel, the role of Rogan Jones has been a highly anticipated addition to our cast of active characters since the plot of Arcane society has been introduced. Being the head of a faction leading the psychics makes Rogan one of the bigger pieces on the chess board. For that reason we wanted to be certain that the role would be prized by someone who would succinctly capture his aptitude for business, leadership, and an uncanny skill of malicious manipulation. His particular thirst for power showed through in your para sample--demonstrating the fact that the more we chase a sense of control, the more likely we are to lose it and act in a way that isn't necessarily wise for our position. Yet, all the same, you managed to also give us a picture of what this big boss man is like when he lets loose a little through your head cannons, and his penchant for applying strategical thinking to a fault. That coupled with your ambitions for the soon to be revealed lost relics plot and the unraveling circumstances of his domestic life give us the reassurance that you're the right fit for this role.

Mel, thank you very much for applying. As for Rogan…

                ⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

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⚜ Roleplayer: 

⤜ Name/alias: Mel ⤜ Pronouns: she/her ⤜ Age: 21 ⤜ Timezone: MST ⤜ Activity: My activity could be best rated at a 7. I am going into my fourth (but not final) year of University so I will be in classes and be working on assignments. However, I make an effort to keep up with the OOC and dash at all times as to not miss anything, as well as am always available for plotting (except when sleeping). ⤜ Best form of contact: Here on Tumblr works best for contact. I have the Tumblr app and keep logged in so I can check for messages between classes ⤜ Any Triggers? Anorexia and cutting. It’s just something I have blacklisted, so as long as it’s tagged I’ll be fine! ⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés?: The absolutely wonderful Kitty introduced me to this roleplay and encouraged me to apply. ⤜ What drew you to the RP? I have to be honest, I’ve only watched Season One of the Originals and nothing of Teen Wolf. However, I’ve been in various roleplays that have dealt with the supernatural in various forms. I myself have written vampires, humans, and werewolves with experience writing against them as well. What really drew me to Vieux Noyes was the idea of a more mature roleplay focused on furthering writing skills and plots.

⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? The hunter’s plot sounds just… fascinating. The idea of a once strong society becoming nothing more than background characters but rising again is just thrilling. I’m very interested in seeing what they do with one of the Lost Relics and how the other factions will deal with the repercussions.

⚜ Desired Character: Rogan Jones

⤜ Why do you want this character?

I am a sucker for characters in power. Despite having been thrust into power than seeking it, Rogan has the natural leadership abilities and keeps him in power. Yet more than just his leadership, I want to explore that makes him who he is. 

⤜ What are your future plans for this character?

I’d like him to come to realize how his work is pulling him away from his wife and ultimately destroying his marriage. That being said, no matter how much he loves it I don’t believe his life will allow him to step back and just be with her. I plan to explore that struggle between love and dedication to his wife and obligation to the Society.

I plan to have Rogan delve deeper into the secrets of the Lost Relics. He will, of course, say that he’s doing it for the good of the people he’s protecting. However, there is a large part of them that is drawn to the power they could have and if he doesn’t become aware of that, the obsession may destroy his marriage completely.

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time? 

He wakes to his alarm going off. He quickly quiets it so Evelyn can get her rest, while he rises and gets rest. He leaves just as the first morning rays are touching onto the city. He arrives at Hotel Royal to discuss a deal over breakfast. Next, he visits his family’s detective agency to ensure that the problem of the Arcane Society has been properly… dealt with. He’ll mean to stop in and buy his wife something to brighten her day, but there are always meetings to attend and it slips his mind as he rushes from one location to another. At 4 pm he’ll arrive at the Headquarters of the Arcane Society and sit at the desk overlooking the city before beginning the pile of work on his desk. It isn’t until he looks up to see the sunset long gone and night set over the city that he will head home to the outskirts of the French District and collapse into bed exhausted.

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

Drinking Phobia. He’s self-conscious when it comes to drinking. He doesn’t have any beverage around anybody unless it was bought for him or given to him. It stems from a fear at a young age that he would miss his mouth, or spill and make a fool of himself. Now it’s become a hard habit. He does, however, drink around Evelyn.

The Night. The night he proposed. Rogan had thought about it for months, planning exactly what he would say to Evelyn. The ring burned a hole in his underwear drawer for longer then he would hope. It was never a doubt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, he just wanted to ensure it was as perfect as he believed she was. Finally he proposed to her in her art studio, her covered in paint and him on one knee staring at the love of his life. It’s not a night he thinks about often.

Board Game Nights. Unbelievable as it may be, Rogan was once a young man. In University, Rogan was introduced to the Board Game Club through an acquaintance in his classes. From the first game he played, he was hooked. His personal favorites are games that cater towards strategy, and he’s particularly good at Risk. He hasn’t had the opportunity to play ever since University ended and although he misses it, he finds himself much too busy to bother trying.

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character?

While reading Evelyn’s bio, I saw in the last paragraph she’s pregnant. I don’t know if this has been addressed yet as the character is taken, but I am so wanting to plot that. I’d have to discuss details with the mun, but Evelyn and Rogan’s relationship is one I want to delve into.

As well, I’d like to plot with Rogan and the witches. Rogan does not enjoy mystery and while supernatural power runs in his family, he can at least understand that. The witches power is a mystery to them and I imagine it as the faction he has the least amount of connection with. It’s a puzzle he has yet to solve and one that keeps him up many nights while his wife sleeps beside him.

There are two plots I’m incredibly interested in exploring. One would be what would happen if Rogan felt his power and authority was being questioned or taken away from him. Despite having been forced into his role it is something that he has become extremely competent in. I don’t see him reacting well to the idea of losing it all, but gosh golly if that’s not something I want to plot out.

I’m also incredibly interested in the idea of Rogan as the protector. With his marriage vows, he has included that role to Evelyn of him as a protector. But I’m really interested to plot out what would happen if he had to take on that role for somebody else, rather it is a deal or a decision he has to make in a snap moment.

⤜ Para sample:

(Retained for privacy).

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Yes, Kate Argent

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Read and ready to flex my creative muscles

⤜ Anything else? A big thing I love is critique on my writing, so if you have anything you found awkward or could be better in my writing, please let me know! I’m always seeking to better my writing.

Also, I am just…. so excited about this RP. The amount of work and care you’ve put into it is astounding.

[princepercyschreave]

Random Fic

ooc: I figured I should do something since I apparently made Princess Lillian’s birthday today (or yesterday now haha) 😂 and I just made up random dates but whatever. Also, this one’s for the Charcy shippers 😉

mentions @charlotte-bane​ obviously, and @princeevanschreave​ (but idk if i even need to mention that since it’s me)

Mom’s birthday party is held in one of the main ballrooms, but it’s a pretty sad affair. She said she didn’t want any of the Selected to be there, since they “had nothing to do with her.” But that meant we had to keep the whole party a secret from all the girls in the Selection. Which is hard, because they’re kind of all over the palace right now.

So the main ballroom, which is meant to hold a thousand or more people, was filled with the five of us in my immediate family, Dom, Alina, Aunt Eleanora, Uncle Jameson, and Mom’s family who we don’t really see as often. Mom’s only sister, Aunt Jenna, never had any kids, but she and her husband came to the party along with my grandparents, who, again, we almost never see. All together, we were a small bunch of about 20 people, nowhere near as many as should fit in this ballroom.

I do have to admit it’s decorated pretty nicely, though. There are fake, ancient-looking pillars all around the room, and the waitstaff are all wearing togas--which is actually pretty entertaining to watch. The decorators tried to go with an Ancient Greece theme, since Mom and Dad are both so obsessed with that time period--if my name and the names of my siblings haven’t clued you into that, then I’m not sure what else you need.

I stand in the corner of the room, trying my hardest not to make eye contact so I can slip out as soon as possible. It’s not that I don’t want to support my mom, I just don’t think we need this elegant of a party for such a small group. And we’ve been here all day already. It started with breakfast, which was the same as always with all the Selected, then all the royals slipped away into the ballroom as soon as the Selected started to head back to their rooms or the Women’s Room. I just barely managed to catch up with Aricia before she disappeared so I could tell her to meet up with me some time soon. Then I made my way into the ballroom. We gave our presents and sang Happy Birthday, and then it was time for lunch. We had this huge, completely unnecessary, meal for just the small group of us, and we didn’t even come close to finishing all that food. A waste, if you ask me. Now everyone’s been sitting at the dining table they set up, just talking and catching up for the last hour. I see no reason for me to be here. I have better things I could be doing.

I notice that no one has looked my way in a while, and I figure this is as good a time as any to leave. So I quickly back out of the room and shut the door quietly behind me. I only manage to take a few steps before I hear someone exit the ballroom behind me.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Evan’s deep voice asks.

I turn around slowly. “Just... getting some air, of course.”

Evan sighs. “Come on, Percy. It’s Mom’s birthday. At least show a little respect.”

“I did show my respect. I don’t know why we have to “show our respects” all day! There aren’t enough of us to carry that much conversation. It’s boring.”

“Oh, and you have such better plans to go to? What are you going to do? Go flirt with every single girl in the Selection some more? Honestly, show a little class.”

“Oh, like you’re so much better! I saw you leaving the palace with Kat the other night!” I yell.

Evan’s face flushes. “That’s different. I’m not trying to pursue her or anything. We were just surfing.”

“Well, maybe I’m not “pursuing” any of them, either! Maybe we were just talking!” I can’t believe he’s bringing this up like he’s so much better than me. He’s not better than me just because he’s so boring and follows rules that haven’t even been set yet. So I like to have fun? Sue me.

“I’m pretty sure no one believes that,” Evan responds, crossing his arms over his chest.

Whatever. I’m so done with this. “Fine. I’m leaving. Bye.” I don’t wait for his response as I turn and storm down the hall back toward my room.

As I’m walking back to my room, I just turn and punch the wall. I’m so sick and tired of Evan bossing me around about everything. He’s not better than me, we’re just different. Why can’t he see that I’m doing just fine on my own?

I’m too wound up to just go back to my room, but I can’t go back to Mom’s party now. Everyone would know I’d left and I’d have to come up with some kind of excuse. I start walking and let my feet take me where they will.

I stop in front of a door. I know whose door this is, but I’m hesitant to knock. I really want to knock, but I’m worried about her response. But when have I ever let nerves stop me from doing something? I knock on the door.

“Just a sec!” She calls from inside her room, and I smile at the sound of her voice. I hear her feet as she runs over to the door and opens it. Her face, that had been smiling for those few breaths before she recognizes, falls into a frown. “Oh,” she says.

“What? You’re not happy to see me?” I ask, putting a hand on my chest sarcastically. “I’m so hurt.”

“Just surprised is all,” she says. She leans her head out of her door and looks around. “Why are you here, exactly?”

I hesitate. “I just... wanted to see you, is that a problem?”

“Um, n-no it’s not. You wanted to see me?” She asks like she can’t even believe it’s a possibility. If she only knew.

I smile at her confusion. “Yeah, I did. I just... haven’t had the best day and needed to see a pretty face.” I take a little look into her room. “Can I come in?” I ask hesitantly.

I fully expect her to refuse, but she has an odd look on her face and says “Sure.” She motions for me to come inside and I do. She closes the door as I sit down in one of the chairs. “What happened?” She asks.

I sigh. “Evan’s just been stressing me out all day,” I begin. I tell her all my grievances and complaints about Evan and everything he does to try to show that he’s better than me. I can’t believe how patient and caring she is as she sits and listens to me rant. Finally, I realize that I really didn’t want to come to Charlotte’s room just to talk about Evan.

“Whatever. Let’s not talk about this sad stuff anymore. Let’s talk about something fun,” I finally say, changing the subject.

“Are you sure?” Char asks me, looking like she’s trying to make sure I’m really okay.

I smile. “Absolutely.”

She smiles back at me, and it lights up the room. “Alright, what counts as fun?”

“How about the awesome date I’m working on for you?” I smirk.

“Awesome date? Yeah, okay, Percy.” She laughs.

“Oh, it’ll blow any other date you ever go on way out of the water. Which reminds me, do you want the spectacular date before or after your boring date with Dom?”

“Oh gosh, the options. How will I ever choose? How about never; I’d like to not be killed, thanks.”

“Well, the date will be to ‘die for,’” I smile at my own joke.

“Do I get any hints?” She asks.

I think about it. “Well, we won’t be leaving the palace grounds like Evan and his stupid secret date.”

Char rolls her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?”

“Whilst failing to give me a helpful hint, you also managed to insult your brother in the process.”

I laugh. “I’m great at multitasking,” I say as I wink.

She laughs back. “Clearly. What else are you good at?”

“I think the better question is what aren’t I good at?”

“Being humble, to answer your question.”

I smirk at her cleverness. “Touché.”

“Well, it is what I do best.”

“What? Being gorgeous and amazing at the same time? Seems we’re both good multitaskers.” I wink at her again.

She looks like she’s barely containing a laugh. “You, my dear, are a senseless flirt. Is this what you say to all the ladies here?”

I pause like I’m thinking about it. “Mmm, not all of them. You’re pretty special, angel.”

Char’s face seems to sober up a little. “You know close to nothing about me, Perseus.”

I lean closer to her so she sees I’m being serious. “I know enough, and I’d like to know more if you’ll give me a chance.”

“Here’s your chance. Ask me anything. And I’ll ask you something in return.”

“Why don’t you seem to want to give me a real chance?” I ask.

“Um... I don’t know. Why do you want one?”

I try to find the words to best make her understand. “I don’t know. You just... intrigue me. I mean... ok, well you may have heard me say that I plan to travel the globe in a year or two and just... see everything. Enjoy myself. You seem like the type of person who would enjoy that as much as me and I’d... like someone like that to come with me. And maybe as... more than just a friend.”

Charlotte hesitates, like she’s not sure how to respond at first. “You’ve mentioned before that Dom gave consent to this--taking to the Selection. Does that still stand?”

I feel a burst of hope rise in my chest, and I fight to keep it down so I don’t get hurt. “As far as I know,” I manage to get out.

“Okay. Then... where? Where in the world?”

I smile, though I’m still not sure she’s fully accepted the offer yet. “Everywhere, I guess. There have been a few places, especially around Europe, that I’ve been before and I’d like to go back, but I’ve never been to New Asia, so I’d like to go there. And Africa, too. And I don’t know where else, I just want to see it all and have fun doing it.”

Charlotte smiles. “I like that idea. I haven’t done a lot, really anything at all in life.”

I feel like standing up and dancing around the room, but I know she’ll look at me crazy and probably change her mind if I do. “You seem like you need a bit of an adventure.”

“I’d agree to that. What kind of adventure, though?”

“Whatever kind you want, angel.” I just still can’t believe she’s agreeing to go with me.

Char laughs, and I’m starting to love the sound of it. “Oh, the possibilities! You really like adventure, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” I say breathlessly. “So... about that date...”

“Yes... that date.”

I take a breath. “Is it... I mean... are you okay with it?” I know she agreed to go traveling with me, but that could still be as friends. It doesn’t necessarily mean she wants to... date me.

Char purses her lips. “Why not?”

I’m happy she’s agreeing, but I wish she were more excited about it. “So... before or after your ‘date’ with Dom?”

“Umm... before? That sounds reasonable.”

“Alright, I’ll start finishing up the arrangements then. I guess I’d better go... unless you’ll allow me to stay?” I give a hopeful smile, but I hope I’m not pushing things too far.

“Stay in what way, dear lord.”

“Just that it’s getting late, and it’s SUCH a far walk back to my room...” I grin, so she knows I’m joking.

“Exercise is healthy, dear,” she smiles back.

“So you are kicking me out?”

“Do you need an escort?”

“Hmm, you know I think I might.”

“Should I call a guard?”

I sigh. I knew she wasn’t actually going to walk with me. “No. I’ll... see you later, Charlotte?”

“Sure... later. Unless you would like me to walk with you?”

“Only if you want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Sweet sentiment, but I’d love to escort you. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

I grin jokingly. “It’s good to know you care.”

“I’m sure. Shall we?”

She extends her hand, just for me to hold, I’m sure, but I lift it to my lips and place a chaste kiss before lowering our joined hands to our sides.

“Let’s go,” I say, smiling at the blush forming on her cheeks.

Her eyes widen, but she only says, “Alright then, let’s.”

I smile as we walk back to my room. I guess this wasn’t such a bad day, after all.