#might delete this later if i get nervous hehe

[f1nalboys]

hi guys; i feel like i owe a little bit of an explanation as to where i’ve disappeared off to!

things have been not all that great recently with both my mental and physical health as well as stuff happening around me. i’ve been extremely stressed and it’s been hard to focus on anything long enough to try and write. my anxiety has gotten super super super worse over the last two months to the point where i haven’t left my house except for 2 times, both because i had to. on top of that, my dads wedding is in a few days (and i’m extremely anxious about it,) my mom and step mom need surgery, and my grandma was recently diagnosed with cancer, so, all in all, i’ve just been so completely drained lol. i check in every once in a while but i realized that i haven’t had the energy to respond to anyone and i should at least let you guys know why i’m currently inactive

i love this website (mostly hehe) and i love you all sooooo much, so i really am sorry for fuckikg off like that :( i don’t want to rush myself into coming back, but i just wanted to give u guys an update on where i am so no one thinks i’m ignoring them; it’s just super hard for me to answer people and asks and stuff rn

anyways, i love you guys a lot and i hope you all stick around bc i will come back eventually and write some more disgusting porn about these freaks 🙏🙏 i lvoe u guys sm ❤️

[yeagerfate]

big spoon or little spoon?

characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

warnings: none lol

notes: i didn’t proofread this because i’m exhausted from a bunch of irl stuff, so i’ll come check this out later and see if i need to fix anything. don’t really like how this went at all but i need something to post so oh well <3 might delete this later kinda depends. also i got my first writing request which i am very excited about hehe

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you’ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

Pavitr is very enthusiastic about all types of physical affection, and that includes cuddling. He is a big spoon, though he doesn’t mind trading places at all. While you’re cuddling, he loves to tell you about how his day went. If you know that he’s spider-man, he’ll tell you all about the adventures he went on with his friends. Sometimes, he’ll even rant about Miguel, which is very amusing. However, if you don’t know that he’s spider-man, Pavitr will take a much different approach. Instead, he’ll ask you to tell him about your day. He asks you if you saw anything you liked at the stores nearby, or if you tried any new food. He likes to take note of these revelations because they make for great gifts. Pavitr is a very talkative cuddler, but on tiring days, he’ll be out like a light after 5 minutes. It all depends on how his day went.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So not gonna give much context but I am actually working on a ”choose your own adventure” fic. Here is some thoughts I have working on it:

- The way I have set it up is ”if you want this to happen, go to chapter x. If you instead want this to happen, go to chapter y.” - this however have caused me to create more and more chapters for all the outcomes and choices, and I get slightly overwhelmed by the amount. However, I wanted to have a lot of different options, because I had several ideas.

- Having ”too many chapters” was the thing that made me never finish this type of fic before, despite wanting to make it for several years. So I decided to push through it, and now I think it goes pretty well.

- It has also helped that I later realize, several options can lead to the same chapter. I have like three different options that all lead to ”chapter 39” for example. This saves some chapters and I don’t have to write essentially the same thing several times.

- Some times I have an idea and then when I write it, I’m like ”oh no wait I don’t know if I like this…”. But when I have written so far, deleting it might fuck up some other chapters. So I have solved it by either have it be an abrupt ending, or I have decided to change the plot a little bit. This has also happened for paths that are very similar. There is two different paths when the main character goes into the city with another character, the only difference is who the other character is. Otherwise it’s the same options of what they’d do in town. So I spiced it up by letting different stuff happens when you pick those options. With one character, if you go shopping, you have a wholesome day. But if you go shopping with the other character you might end up dead (/hj)

- I’m so afraid that readers will dissect the fic of being ”unlogical” with some options. To give a vague description, going to school in a certain order of options will make the school burn down. But if you go to school choosing some other options, you’ll have a totally normal day. And I’m afraid people would be like ”but why doesn’t the school burn down when you pick this?! It doesn’t make sense!!!!” And I know no one would do that. But I’m still afraid someone will. The only explanation I will give to why the school randomly burns down was because I didn’t want it to be too repetitive when picking similar sounding options.

- I also want the readers to be able to choose if they wanna read something wholesome or get more violent. So someone might not want to have the school burn down or commit murder (there’s an option to do that hehe), and instead they just wanna live a wholesome fluffy day with friends. That is why the day might be uneventful sometimes and completely off the rails other times despite it starting more or less the same.

- Some endings are gonna be super weird, and I think it’s part of the fun. But I’m also like ”oh no, people will judge me if I write this”. Which again, I know no one will. Especially knowing my own audience. They won’t.

- I guess I’m nervous because I don’t know how I can pull it off. I’ve never done a fic like this before. Maybe it will be too confusing for people jumping through chapters like that. But also, if it doesn’t work, I can always try doing it another way another time.

- I do not look forward beta-reading this and making sure I’ve written the correct chapters for every option, so that no one will be misdirected….

[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

---

Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

---

He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

---

It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

-

LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

thanks for reading and uhm come join my taglist if you liked this little chapter? I'm definitely looking forward to writing this one.

do tell me what you think about this, lovelies! i'm kinda excited to see where this goes

-haney

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[blushinggray]

Free! The Final Stroke screeching/reaction (spoilers)

AHHHHH I JUST WATCHED THE FINAL STROKE MOVIE TODAY IN THEATERS ON PREMIER DAY AND IT WAS LAKSJDFOAIFJWOEI to summarize it all, it was Very Gay, which was to be expected but they DID NOT have to get so freaking extra with it 😩😩😩

much screaming and many spoilers ahead

FIRST OF ALL, KIRISHIMA NATSUYA: HE WAS SO FUCKING HANDSOME DAFKJOIEFJOSIDJF. SO HANDSOME. SO HANDSOME AND STUPID AND OVERLY FRIENDLY AS WE LOVE HIM TO BE ALKDSJFOAIEW.

he was in the film for a total of maybe 5 minutes altogether, which was kind of a lot bc the film kind of was just putting all the characters back in for the sake of putting them in imo? for the fans, lol. so everyone could see their faves. and in these five minutes that he appeared, our mans:

bragged about his little brother he's so proud of

got laughed at by nao for being natsuya (aka dumb and straightforward) as usual

trained with sousuke (he was hanging out in the same pool with him, nao, and makoto to train and aid in sousuke's rehab training)

got a call from ikuya after the international swimming competition in sydney!!!! in that same cafe he's always at!!!! and he was with nao at the time he got the call. casual and cool as always, being the cool big brother or whatever. he ended the call with a curt, "you got it. see you. don't catch a cold."

HE WAS HANGING OUT AT CAFE MARON WHILE THEY WAITED FOR THE SYDNEY COMPETITORS TO COME BACK TO JAPAN. HE WAS BEHIND THE COUNTER WITH ASAHI (WHO WAS HOLDING BABY TSUKIMI IN A CARRIER ON HIS CHEST!!!!!) AND HE THREW HIS ARM AROUND ASAHI AND WAS GETTING SO CLOSE LIKE ALKSDJFAOIEJAOEI. I have absolutely no clue what he was saying at the time bc i was too busy freaking out and trying to hold in the sounds bc the theater was so quiet. but his GODDAMN FACE. HE WAS SMIRKING. SO HANDSOME 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

and of fucking course, they were all out together at a restaurant when the sydney competitors came back, and he was like, "wth no one else is drinking alcohol tonight?" and nao was like "ofc not haha" AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

HE FUCKING FALLS ASLEEP AT THE TABLE AFTER DRINKING AND EVERYONE IS SURROUNDING HIM AND PATTING HIM LIKE "dude..." and ikuya is sitting there like, omg can't believe this mess is my brother....

i thought that just might be his last scene in the film but then we show back up to the kirishima household and natsuya is eating some sort of luxury holiday(?) bento and ikuya is like "aren't you gonna save any for me?" and natsuya's like "of course not. this is for me, you gotta wait until next year xD" and then ikuya just fucking SNATCHES up several different foods and stuffs his face with all of them and natsuya starts arguing with him over them laskjdfoawiefjao where was this brotherly affection all this time?????

and then cut to a few seconds later, natsuya's bumming in his room on the floor like in s3 when ikuya comes in and tells him about his new future goals and alskdjfaoei brothers sharing their ambitions together 😩😩 WHAT IS GOING ON. EVERYONE GETS ALONG SO WELL NOW???

NEXT: we'll go back to the beginning i guess lmfao but they're preparing for some sort of university festival

we start off with an easily misunderstandable shoujo-style situation where asahi is talking to ikuya like, "i know it's your first time... you don't have to be nervous. i know you can do it." and ikuya's like "no! i can't 😣" like the tsun he is backed up against the wall. and then it turns out they're trying to make a mille feuille cake.... but everything he's made so far looked like crepes

and for some damn reason, KISUMI comes outta nowhere into the kitchen and is like "ooooh what's this? a mille feuille cake? although they all look kinda like crepes haha ^^" and then ikuya RUNS THE FUCK OUT OF THE KITCHEN, yelling, "i told you i couldn't do it!!!" like the fucking tsun he is... and asahi is yelling at kisumi like "why did you just say that!!!" and starts rubbing his knuckles into kisumi's head and kisumi's just laughing like, "oh did i do that hehe"

and for some reason... seijuurou is working at the booth in his speedo and swim team jacket. i mean i'm not complaining but sir.... PLS TAKE MY MONEY AND GIVE ME YOUR FAT OCTOPUS BALLS. (he literally started a batter mixing competition with hoshikawa inside the booth, like what are they even doing in the same booth???)

then rin and sousuke show up to ikuya, asahi, and hiyori(?)'s booth, and they're offering them the crepes and then they get into a conversation about smth that leads into them showing the embarrassing photos they have of each other?????? like ikuya has a pic of rin in his maid costume for some reason??? (tho it isn't shown) and rin shows an embarrassing pic of ikuya he has in his phone that he got from natsuya???????????? and then ikuya starts chasing after rin yelling at him to delete it lasdkjfoaei

and then haru is off to the side selling ugly ass bird mascots again lmfao. bc ofc he is. love that weirdo

BUT THE REAL KICKER HERE IS KINJOU!!!!!!!!!!!

APPARENTLY, HIS VILLAIN BACKSTORY COMES FROM HIS CHILDHOOD CRUSH (/exaggerated) ON HIYORI ALSKDJFOAIE WHAAAT. apparently he was that annoying kid in the playground who would go up to hiyori and bother him bc he wanted a friend. bb hiyori was literally like "why are you even talking to me so much?" in his sandbox. and bb kinjou is like, "well there's gotta be smth you like, right? what is it?" and hiyori's like "well i feel kinda happy when i'm swimming... :)" as images of ikuya flash into his mind, that gay ass

BUT KINJOU'S GAY ASS EYES START SPARKLING TOO AND THEN HE'S LIKE "I GOTTA LEARN WHAT THE BIG DEAL ABOUT SWIMMING IS" and he runs home, begs his brother to take him to the pool. but next time he brings his swimming stuff with him to the playground, hiyori isn't there anymore and apparently he left for america at that time (or smth). so poor baby basically got ghosted

but hiyori still knows him when they're older!!!! kinjou shows up when they're throwing out the trash after the uni festival and calls out to hiyori to taught him (which is where that bullying preview scene came from i guess) and alkfjeoiaejoaifj omfg it's like that estranged childhood friends (sorta) trope but it'll never go kinjou's way bc hiyori is and will always be in love with ikuya 😔

kinjou would make such a good yandere tho!!!! he has a feral expression on a few times throughout the movie, and during a race he gets super competitive mid-race and... ngl he was kinda sexy 😳 i'm actually kind of surprised by how taken i was with him in this movie. doesn't help that he's unfairly handsome and his hair looks fucking amazing. i MAY OR MAY NOT be exploring this man in the future..................

i also found the ending with haru pretty interesting!!!! it kind of hints at neurodivergence? smth along the lines of disassociation or multiple personalities? (guess 50% off was kinda right on that end lmfao).

he gets obsessed with beating albert wahlander, which is the most fired up i've ever seen him (to the point of almost hurting himself) and then the shadow or whatever effect albert has on haru kind of just overtakes him and pushes haru out of his own body in a way... it doesn't make sense to describe it this way, i know, but haru is literally watching himself say hurtful things to his friends while being overtaken by this... albert obsessed persona?

it's so interesting to see haru being the one obsessing over someone instead of the other way around for once!!! at the end of the movie (after all the credits) haru says the same thing he once said at the beginning of season 1? about how "at age 5, you're a prodigy. at age 15, you're a genius. at age 20(?), you're average." and this is def gonna be explored/concluded in the second part of the final stroke movie so i'm excited for that!!!! april 2022 come at me!!!!

there were SOOOOO many other things going on, plot wise and fanservice wise, and ofc kyoto animation was fucking TOP TIER SHIT. all the water effects... there was a shot where haru was looking at his reflection in the water and they make a drop fall and spread and shake his reflection in the waves and it was lafkjsefoiaeja fucking glorious. the soundtrack was lovely too. there was a RADWIMPS-esque beginning song and a sexy ass electric guitar buildup for kinjou (which may or may not be contributing to my growing obsession with him...)

AHHHH!!!! it was so good and everyone was so cute and handsome and gay and funny. we literally see every single character we've met before in some way, shape, or form lmfao. i might just go back to the theater and watch it again on one of the upcoming holidays this week.... SO GOOD. SO GOOD.

I LOVE ALL THESE GAY SWIMMING BOYS SO MUCH 😩😩😩

[ranposlittle]

Hii I'm a big fan of your writing(●♡∀♡)!!!! May I request a scenario with Kunikida which broke up with his S/O, and then he regrets about it plus his S/O hurt sm? Hope this won't bother you and thankss🤍🤍

Genre: SFW, Angst

Tags: Break up, I used the F-word once im sorry ;w;

A/N: Thank you for appreciating my writing, you anonymous bunny~ thank you for requesting this, too. I enjoyed writing this! Please listen to THIS SONG for maximum angst (stan day6) and I hope this will make you hurt inside, in a good way hehe enjoooy~ ٩(๑>◡<๑)۶

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The office chair creaked beneath Kunikida's weight as he stretched his arms up after doing the day's work. His back feels heavy and his muscles sore from doing nothing but sitting and typing this week's report.

Putting his attention back to his computer and the afternoon sun reflecting on the screen, Kunikida squinted to check the time; he still have thirty minutes. While everybody else was rustling about and getting ready to head home, Kunikida decided to check his files and clean up some space on his drive. While doing so, he realized that he can't remember the last time he tidied up his files and quickly scolded himself for being so unorganized. With slender fingers, he clicked on every folders within folders, rummaging its contents and hitting the small button on his keyboard to delete the old items. With each unneeded gunk out of his system, he felt lighter as if his stress was being relieved along with his computer's storage.

Kunikida's eyes never left the screen even if his favorite eye-sore asked him if he's planning to sleep on his desk because he's too afraid to be late for tomorrow, in which he just replied with a deadpanned answer and demanded the man to leave him alone before he hangs him using the very same bandages covering the man's body.

Left in serene silence now, he was able to focus more on his work and in no time, he was almost done with it. The click of the mouse echoed in the empty office as Kunikida went on the folder for videos. He doesn't even know why he bothered since he knows for sure that he doesn't keep such things on his work computer but there it is; a file with a name composed of series of random numbers and letters stared at him from the opposite side of the screen. Kunikida's mind raced as to what the video might be and how it ended up on his computer in the first place. The pointer slowly made its way to the file, he clicked on it twice and the screen turned dark as the video player loaded its contents.

The ocean. The strong blows of wind muffled the sounds of the waves crashing into the shore and the birds cawing around. The camera panned throughout the entire beach, catching some people playing about under the hot sun. Kunikida's memory has started to piece together the beautiful scenery when suddenly, a voice in the video called out his name. The camera quickly turned to the source of the voice and when the lenses focused, his heart stopped. It's you. It's been so long since he has seen your face but yet, you still manage to steal his breath away with just your silhouette.

You waved cheerfully at the camera and he heard himself chuckle lowly. A bright smile plastered across your face as another wave rippled on your sandy feet. It's your first vacation. He remembered it now. He purchased the camera especially for this occasion.

"Aren't you going to swim?" You shouted at him, your face crinkled from the sun's harsh beam underneath your straw hat.

"Maybe later," his own voice boomed in reply. "It's still too hot, you'll get sunburned. Come sit here with me for a moment."

You ran towards him and the shade of the beach umbrella he was under. The sound of your giggles rang on the speakers of his monitor and clenched up on his chest. Your face moved closer to the camera and got out of frame, followed by a snappy sound. A kiss, he reckoned. He can actually almost feel the warmth of your lips as it closed in on his like you always do before and a jolt of pain stabbed in his chest. He wanted to look away, to pause the video and just delete it, but his fingers are frozen in place and his eyes are locked in on the scene in front of him as you moved back into frame with that sweet smile of yours that he fell for.

Kunikida kept on watching as the scene cut off to a view of the sunset. The sound shuffled as he flipped the camera to get the two of you in frame as you shared a kiss. In spite of the pain in his chest, he smiled as he recalled the memory of you.

He remembered how happy the both of you were this time. Even though Kunikida dreaded missing a day of work, he remembered being nothing but excited as he waited for the day of your vacation to come. He remembered how much his heart raced whenever he would see you, his mind clouded with the thought of wanting to be with you every second of the day. He remembered how much you loved him, how you would always whisper those sweet words to him in the most unexpected times, disturbing the butterflies in his stomach. He remembered all the times where he'll get out of the comforting warmth of the bed when you share a night together as he starts a new day. How you, despite being barely out of your dream state, would always wake up before he heads to the door to remind him once more of your love for him and wishes him to enjoy the day ahead. He remembered how those words being the only thing that got him through the day alright no matter what challenge he has to face. He felt like an idiot. An idiot for not saying those words back enough, for not appreciating how good you were to him, for breaking your heart.

Kunikida smashed the space bar, pausing the video to the image of the two of you embracing. His fists balled up as the ache in his heart grew and droplets of tears trickled down his cheeks. Kunikida cursed quietly, wiping the unwanted tears away and looked up to his screen once again. Why? Why is he hurting this way? He's the one who broke up with you. So, why?

He remember that time, too. He entered the room with a heavy heart but he has made up his mind about it. He's been thinking about breaking it up to you for weeks now and he figured that it's time to just face the fact that he's no longer in love with you. He remembered the look on your face when you've processed his words. The tears, the pleading, the quiet sobs– he remember it all.

"Stay," you repeatedly asked him as if you're praying to a deity for a miracle. But he didn't hear you. His foot stepped in front of the other without hesitation as he walked out of your room and your life. Admittedly, he was hurting back then, too. He did had some nights of crying himself to sleep but he knew that it's what was needed to be done.

Kunikida exited the video, shut down his computer and stood up from his chair. It's just a memory, he thought to himself, just an old memory romanticized by nostalgia. He'll get over it once he occupied himself with other important things, he convinced himself.

But by the next few days, he's still thinking about you. He's distracted everyday as the prickling pain on his chest never left him, no matter how much he drowns himself in his work. He was feeling more frustrated everyday as his mind nagged him to see you, to talk to you. He knew it'll probably make things worse but he couldn't think of any other way to settle his feelings. So, here he is, on the corner of Cafe Uzumaki, away from prying eyes and invasive ears. His cellphone on one shaky hand as he hesitantly call you. His thumb moved swiftly across the number pad, his muscles remembering the pattern with all the times he dialed the same set of numbers to hear your voice on the other line. Kunikida gulped thickly as he once again argued with his own logic. He clicked his tongue in defeat and pressed the call button.

He heard the first ring. Then, the second. You usually pick up around the fifth ring so he waited. Third ring. Does he really want to—

"Hello?"

Kunikida's heart beat painfully loud on his chest and his mind panicked upon hearing the familiarity of your voice. His hand shook harder and his throat tightened up as he felt so nervous, he could throw up.

"Hello? Who is this?" You asked once again.

With a couple puffs of shallow breath, Kunikida raised his phone up to his ear and forced his own voice out of his dry throat.

"H-Hi," he said timidly. "It's me. It's... Kunikida."

Footfall echoes as people come and go in Cafe Uzumaki, Kunikida's slim finger rubbed at the porcelain handle of his cup. His coffee has gone cold and his thoughts are too occupied with things to say and imaginary scenarios of how this meeting will go to demand for a refill. He was in the middle of another imaginary conversation with you when a voice softly called out his name.

"Kunikida-kun?" It sounded too real to just be in his head this time.

He caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of him through his peripheral and his emerald eyes slowly lifted up from your frame, stopping at the sight of your smiling face. You're beautiful. You always have been. He keep trying to forget but you're just as beautiful as the day he first loved you.

When he didn't said anything and just stared at you, you took it upon yourself to sit yourself down across from him on the booth. A kimono-clad lady came by shortly, asking for your order. Mocha latte, you said politely. A drink you've always been fond of, just like before, Kunikida thought.

"So," you said coldly, breaking off the silence, "are you just going to stare at me or what?"

His face contorted into a mixture of shock and a concerned frown. Of course you're still angry at him, what was he even expecting? That you'll just run towards him and wrap him in a tight embrace like he didn't shattered your trust and crushed your heart?

Then all of a sudden, you brightly laughed at him. "I was just kidding, Kunikida-kun. You're always so easy to tease."

He stuttered in surprise, weren't you mad at him? Through his disbelief, Kunikida's face soften as he continue to stare at your giggling form. A small smile made its way to his lips as he feel warm inside. He have always had a weak spot for your smile and laughter. Just seeing you happy like this made him forget that things are different now.

"It's been, what," you mused after calming down from your jesting, "two years since we've seen each other? I feel so old now."

The waitress came back with your order in hand and you bowed politely in gratitude. You mirrored Kunikida's earlier actions as you fiddled with the handle of your cup, took a few sips of your drink and waited for him to return the conversation.

"I'm sorry for making you come here. I just, uh, I saw our old video. Our first vacation. Do you remember that?" Kunikida finally said, eyes falling back down on his cold coffee. It's been so long since he has to say his feelings out loud, it feels suffocating and liberating at the same time.

"It was on my computer. I don't even remember how it got there but," he continued, not really waiting for your answer as he unravel his thoughts. "I just can't stop thinking about you since then. About us."

A gloomy cloud descended on your booth as you realized Kunikida's sentiment. The atmosphere around you began to feel heavy, nostalgic and sad. You said nothing but your heart ached inside your ribcages as flashes of memories– the good and the bad– played in your head like a movie.

"I think I made a mistake, (Y/N)." Kunikida said in almost a whisper, "I made a mistake."

"Kunikida-kun, I—"

"I want you back, (Y/N). I want us back. We were happy, you know? We were so happy together and we had it all. You loved me more than anyone ever did and I— I threw it all away. I don't even know why I just had to fuck it all up." Kunikida groaned and buried his face on one hand as he tried to conceal the tears that his eyes can't hold back anymore. He cursed under his breath as he failed to compose himself despite feeling like an absolute fool for crying in front of you like this. But he just can't stop. His chest felt like it's going to burst from all the emotions he was repressing. He just can't stop his heart from hurting, no matter what his logical brain is telling him.

You let him crumble down in front of you. To say that you were heartbroken when he left you is an understatement but you never harbored any ill will towards Kunikida. You took no pleasure in hearing his regretful words and watching him hurt like this. You knew that the both of you are just victims of the circumstances; victims of fate and wrong timings. Neither one of you is at fault. It just wasn't meant to be.

"Listen, Kunikida-kun," you took his free hand and held it firmly on both of yours. "You are one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. You are one of the greatest men I've ever met. You're right, we were so happy back then and sometimes, I still wonder if I can ever have that again."

Kunikida looked up at you, the tightness in his chest still making it hard for him to breath. His eyes are swollen and the tears still wouldn't stop from dropping down his face but the feeling of your hand on his is such a comforting feeling. For a brief moment, he remembered how you used to hold him like this when he's upset, your loving voice calming him down from any nightmares and just you staying by his side until he was alright is his remedy for any traumatic experience he obtained from saving lives. How amazing it is that you still have that effect on him after all this time.

"But what happened to us also taught me a great lesson about life, and love, and about myself. I could say that I'm a better person now because of that experience. I regret nothing, Kunikida-kun. I don't want you to, as well. Don't think of me and feel regrets about the what-if and the what-could've-been. I want you to feel happy. Be happy that it happened," you continued and Kunikida's eyes flickered as more tears came down. "We got to experience something that other people would spend their whole lives seeking. We got to share something so special that we will carry it with us through the rest of our lives. I'm glad, you know. I'm just really glad that I get to do that with you. I'm glad that it was you, Kunikida-kun."

Your voice broke off as you say his name, tears of unknown reason started to run down your face as well in spite of the kind smile you have. Kunikida's eyes widen for a second, understanding what your wise words mean. It means he's not getting you back. It means his chance had passed and no matter what he does, he knows that things will just stay the way they are. No amount of apology or regret will bring you both back at the time where your love for each other is as bright as the sun that was shining on that one vacation day.

His jaw clenched as another stabbing pain jolted on his chest. "I understand," he said and managing to muster a smile. "I understand," he repeated although it was more to himself this time.

"Thank you for calling me," you said, rubbing your thumbs against his skin. "I'm really happy to see you again. I'm glad we got to talk."

"Yeah. Me too," Kunikida gave you a half-hearted smile. He wanted to say more but there's nothing he can say to change what's already on your mind. He just have to accept it. If there's anything that he can do for you right now, it's to let you be happy even if that doesn't include him.

"Anyway, I've got to go," you said, patting his hand gently before letting go. You stood up from your chair, left some money for your drink on the table and slinged your bag on your shoulder. "Take care, Kunikida-kun."

His eyes met yours one last time, an expression of a certain kind of fondness can be seen on both of your eyes. A silent agreement was made in that moment as you lingered on his presence; an agreement to part but to still cherish the other deep in your hearts for as long as you live. Kunikida stood up from his seat, gingerly walked towards you and gave you a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered softly. You placed a hand on his back and returned his embrace, rubbing it in comfort.

Kunikida loosened his arms around you and let you go. He let you go as he also freed himself from you. He watched as you smiled, turned around and walked away. He envisioned himself that one night, when he turned and walked away from you too despite your cries for him to stay with you. Kunikida can't help but scoffed at the irony of it all.

He sat back down when you disappeared out of the door. He doesn't know if he'll ever have the courage to heal from all this and call to see you again without hurting anymore. He looked outside at the evening sky, his surroundings looked different as hues of purple and pink tinted the whole city. Kunikida exhaled, thanking that he can see the big picture now, it's just a shame that he had to move so far back to the point that he can't go back just to see how perfect it was.

[hypmic-writings]

Hello! I really like how you write!!! aaaand~ I was wondering if you could write something about Ramuda dating a famous s/o, but they hode their relationship. Then, Ramuda works with s/o in a project. Idk what im requesting for but i hope u get it hdjfbdhkebcdjms im really bad at elaborating stuff ¶_¶

No worries, anon, I think I understand! Doing this in headcanons because it’s a bit cleaner. Hope it’s what you wanted! If not, feel free to request again~

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you’re a young, newly famous singer straight out of Shibuya

your singing style is unique and everyone loves to see what you’ll be coming out with next

so you quickly become a household name

you first meet Ramuda at an after-party of an awards show

you won for ‘Best Song in an Animated Movie’

and Ramuda won for ‘Best Costume Design’

right off the bat, the two of you hit it off

Ramuda is all smiles as he goes on about how you’re a phenomenal singer and that he wishes he could sing like you

you, in turn, remark about his well known fashion designs around Shibuya

“You’re amazing!”

“What? No way, you’re ten times more amazing!”

he’s quite touchy throughout the night and you might have been nervous at first

but when you see him act the same way with others

you quickly realize that this is just the way his personality is

but you agree to exchange numbers at the end of the night

at his behest

and you think that’s the end of it

but alas, when Ramuda wants something...he tends to get it

so he ends up texting you throughout the week about random things

“Look at how cute this dress is!”

“I think this color would look great on you, Y/N-chan!”

“Do you think this color combination would be okay?”

you delight in the conversations, and you find yourself looking forward to his texts (and occasional calls)

one day, he asks if you want to come over to his place for dinner

and as nervous as you are, you immediately say yes

so that night you go over to his place 

and the two of you spend the whole night chatting and learning about each other

and doing some other things too

you dismiss it as a one time thing, but then Ramuda asks if you want to come over again a few days later

and his voice is just so cheerful and bright, you simply can’t say no

not that you would ever want to

this happens a few more times before one day, when you’re just practicing some songs in the studio

Ramuda texts you

“Hey! Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

And you almost choke on your water and you quickly delete his text for fear that someone would see it

because the producers in the sound booth are very confused

but you text him that you would love to be his girlfriend and the two of you being to date

however, Ramuda is wary of the way people gossip 

and he doesn’t want to harm your career either

so the two of you keep your relationship hidden

which makes for lots of fun, sneaky activities

like the time Ramuda pulled you into a closet at a fashion show and only let you out moments before he had to walk out on the runway for the final bow

and the time the two of you fell asleep together in a make-shift fort in one of your practice rooms at the studio

sometimes you get frustrated because you want to be able to go on dates like normal couples

but Ramuda would just happily shake his head

and say that was a ‘big no-no’ and that it was better like this

“Ramuda...do you think we’ll ever be able to date normally?”

“Hehe, of course, silly! Just not right now, okay?”

so you keep going in secret

and for about a year things seem to be going very well

BUT THEN

the day comes when your manager announces that you will be going on tour across Japan

and that your team has brought on a new stylist to make all of the costumes for the show

and who else is it, other than

YOUR BOYFRIEND

Rmauda feigns innocence but you’re fairly certain he played more than a small role in coming onto your tour

but you don’t mind it so much because now you get to spend more time with him

unfortunately, word travels fast that the famous Shibuya fashion designer is going to making all of the clothes for the famous Shibuya singer’s tour

so all of the talk shows and the evening shows begin to ask for you both to come on

and talk about what the experience will be like

you’re nervous about it, but Ramuda just smiles and reassures you that it’ll be okay

then, the first night of the talk show 

you and Ramuda talk about your respective talents 

with Ramuda heaping praise onto you and going on about how great your singing voice is and how cute you are

when the host asks about your relationship, you begin to dance around the topic

when Ramuda cuts you off and 

ADMITS THAT YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP

“Oh so have you two worked together in the past?”

“Ah, yes...um we met one time before at - ”

“Yup! For sure! She’s actually my cute girlfriend, you know! We’ve been dating for about a year now!” 

And everything explodes

The newscaster would immediately begin to ask you questions about your relationship

meanwhile, magazines and blogs will begin to post articles about you and Ramuda

some claiming they knew it all along while others claiming it’s a publicity stunt

after the show you pull Ramuda aside and ask why he did that

Ramuda keeps a smile as he tells you that he loves you 

and that he didn’t want anyone else thinking they could have you

he also says that this will help your career not only for publicity and sales

but because people will want to support your relationship with him

and once they hear your music, they’ll love you for your talent

“And what about the crazy, stalker fans?” 

“I’ll beat them all up for you so don’t worry about them, okay?”

you would be nervous and scared

but Ramuda would assure you that the tour was going to be a success 

and that the two of you had nothing to worry about

and he happily kisses you on the cheek 

before going into detail about all of the fun things you can do now that the two of you have gone public

[3norachas]

irremediable • lee know (III)

« irremediable - not able to be repaired or corrected »

pair: lee know x reader

genre: maleficent au, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, mentions of death

warning: horrible description because I’m tired and tumblr was a bitch and deleted the first draft of this shit so I have to repeat the whole thing and it’s 3 am so I couldn’t proof read it so bare with my unedited shit and I’m feeling sad vibes so have a sad ending hehe ily

PART 1, PART 2, PART 4, PART 5

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“Happy birthday, our little baby! Well not so little anymore,” Felix trailed at the end with a pout. The other fairies laugh at his sad face.

“Thank you, Lix,” you giggled, hugging the saddened fairy.

“Happy sixteenth birthday, Y/n,” Seungmin places a flower crown on your head decorated with different type of flowers, “Ah, you’re growing up too fast.”

“Too fast…” he trailed, his eyes saddening and a bitter smile on his face. He couldn’t believe it was time already and he was scared, he can loose you anytime but you couldn’t stop it either. It hurt him that he has to watch you smile for only a few hours on this day, on your birthday.

This didn’t went unnoticed by the young lady.

“Min? What’s wrong?”

Seungmin shook his head, letting our a bitter laugh as he pats your head, “Don’t mind me, you should enjoy your birthday.”

“Seungmin,” Hyunjin sent the younger a look and they conversed through their eyes. Seungmin knew it was time. Amidst of all this, Felix took a hold of the your hand with a comforting smile.

“She deserves to know, hyung.”

“To know what?” you was confused, ypur eyes look at theirs with a look that ask for an explanation.

“Do you remember what we told you about your parents?”

You raised an eyebrow. What did this have to do with your parents? All you knew about them was that they died in a fire. You nod, still not satisfied and wonders where would this conversation take.

Seungmin inhales a shaky breath, nervous to whatever you might react to them.

It’s now or never.

✧ ———— ❋ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ❋ ———— ✧

The forest was noisy. Pixies were flying everywhere, water fairies were sending big waves across the lakes, the birds were flying like crazy, everything was going wild.

Even the mind of a certain wizard.

Minho stares at his reflection in the water, his heart beating fast and a scary thought on his head.

Jisung watches, worried.

He knew for a fact that the wizard knew what day it was. So why didn’t he went to yours to greet you?

Minho didn’t want to look at you right now. He knew that sooner or later, you’d fall into a deep sleep in which you will never wake up. Unless you have met your true love.

“True love doesn’t exist…”

He cursed you that way because Minho knew for a fact that true love never existed. If you ever met someone, you would have told him already. It didn’t help that you were close to him already. He let you in and that caused his walls to break down, now that you were about to face a fate that you don’t deserve and it was all his fault.

“I can still save her…”

Jisung shakes his head. He knew it was impossible. He knew what would happen if he tried.

“Minho-”

“I can still do something, it’s not dusk yet,” Minho stood up from the ground and started to walk back and fort, rambling nonsense about how he can still save you. “I can still save her… I just have to buy her some time, I-I can keep her out of reach from the castle and- or keep her unconscious with a spell or something-”

“Minho stop!”

Jisung holds the said man’s shoulder. He frowns at the man’s shaky eyes.

Minho was breathing heavily, his eyes were shaky, and his hands were trembling from fear.

“The least that we can do is to make sure that she spends her birthday with a smile.”

“How are you calm right now?” Jisung scoffs, “I’m not… I’m scared, too.”

But he couldn’t show it to Minho. He knew one of them has to keep the other stable. He was scared, he raised you too after all, but he hasn’t seen Minho this scared before.

“We can’t just stand here and do nothing. Take a deep breath.” Minho did as told, his eyes closing shut as he pushes the tears away.

Just as he was about to open them, he heard your voice calling out. You sounded so urgent and out of breath. He takes a shaky breath and turned to face you.

You huff, eyes filled with tears and hair disheveled from the running you did.

Jisung felt like he knew what was going to happen.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your guardians?”

Jisung keeps a smile on his face. Minho couldn’t speak.

He was scared.

One look at your eyes and he knew what was coming. He had a feeling it would happen soon, he just didn’t knew it would be right now.

“Is it true?”

You’re voice was shaky.

“What is?”

“That I was cursed?”

There’s the question Minho feared. His voice got caught in his throat and he suddenly couldn’t look at you in the eyes. Basing on his reaction, your heart thumped harder at the next question.

“Was it you?”

Minho can feel his knees weakening. His hands were in a fist, his eyes shutting close at your cries, “Please say something.”

“It’s true.”

Your breath hitched. Still, you waited for him to look at you, for him to tell you that this was all a lie, that it was just to prank you for your birthday. It was hopeless no matter how much you beg for it to be fake.

"Why did you lied to me!?"

With a last cry, you turned around, running to where you came from.

Minho’s heart shattered as he watch you go.

❀~~~~~~~~~~✶~��~✶~~~~~~~~~~❀

The kingdom was hustling with soldiers. The king knew it was time and he knew for a fact that Minho would appear some day to make sure he was miserable. He prepared his soldiers for a catch and doubled the security in the castle.

All of it went crumbling as he stares at you.

He knew it was you the moment he saw your eyes. The eyes that has the same glint as his wife, your mother. He smiled at the sad thought. Your mother died in the middle of all of this terrible years.

But he can’t celebrate your coming today.

“You’re too early.”

He caress your cheeks, smiling at the look in your eyes.

“I know it’s going to take a while but you need to hide, you can’t be out right now.”

With that, you found yourself locked in a room.

Hearing the noises of metal meeting metal, the voices of soldiers and hustling of people scared you. You weren’t used to having a lot going on around you, being raised in a quiet place by three fairies.

“Y/n.”

Your head turns to the door. Something was calling out to you and it felt as if you needed to approach whatever it is. Your feet moved on its own, leading you to a wall covered with curtains. It was as if you knew where everything was and your feet leads you to the deepest part of the castle.

Meanwhile, Minho can feel everything.

He can hear the voice calling your name.

He whips his head to direction of the castle. Without thinking, he turns Jisung into a horse.

“To the castle Jisung, hurry!” He can feel the adrenaline in his veins. He can feel the fear growing and the voice in his head got louder. The castle was a little far away and he hoped that something will block you away from coming close to the deepest part of the castle.

“Please let me make it to her.” He has to, he couldn’t let you go like this. Not when he has fallen deep for you. It scares him to fall in love with a human that he denied his emotions for sixteen years.

He was scared that whatever happened to his parents would repeat itself, and now it’s you. He has fallen too deep to let it happen to you, so he stop himself. He knew for a fact that you wouldn’t love him once you found out about him.

And even though you probably hate him right now, he still hoped that he could save you.

But it was hopeless.

The voice got louder and louder. You were nearing the end.

He can feel the tears in his eyes ready to fall and his heart thump in his chest.

“Please…”

But then he felt it. The emptiness. His breath hitched as he felt your pain. His tears fell down, meeting the wind.

He leaned his body on Jisung, his breathing getting shaky and eyes shutting close. The action caused Jisung to run faster with a loud neigh.

It was already too late.

[misssophiachase]

Cristy, I N E E D a drabble, where they are holding hands, where Caroline takes his hand and Klaus is all shook pleaseee pretty please! slay me with your beautiful words

Thanks Madina! Love this prompt, know exactly what inspired it hehe. Consider this my take on the way I want this episode to go. I don’t watch the Originals (yet) and haven’t read any spoilers so this is just something I made up. Hope you like it, luv!. 

When theSaints Go Marching In

She isnervous. She taps her feet on the floor at a rapid pace and attempts to calmherself. Is she really here? Is she really doing this? Will he be happy to seeher?

Yes, she’sextremely nervous. But she’s also something else.

CarolineForbes is hopeful. For the first time in her thirty-something life. And it is all because of himand the fact he never gave up on her. On them. 

“However longit takes,” he’d murmured before placing a chaste kiss on her cheek after graduation. His solemnbut slightly optimistic look telling her he meant every uttered word. Years later, and after everything they’d experienced in their own lives and briefly together, it’s those observations that were bringing her back. Back to him.  

Afterstepping off the plane at Louis Armstrong Airport and making her way via cab tothe French Quarter she is buoyed. The fact that Mardi Gras is well and trulyunderway; flashes of green, purple and gold rushing past the car window in alltheir brilliance only adds to her current mood.

Her cellrings, Caroline noting the caller ID and rolling her eyes. “Finally.” Shemutters while connecting. “Take your sweet time, Rebekah, it’s okay I have nothing better to do today.”

“No surprises there. And not that it’s your business but I’m busy doing my nails,” she drawls, her tone icy as usual. “So sue me, Caroline.” This was the very same person that begged her to save Klaus all those weeks back. How quickly she forgot the gratitude she showered on Caroline as early as last week? 

“She’slying,” another voice interrupts. “She’s been sitting on her lazy ass andcomplaining all afternoon as usual, darling.” Caroline rolls her eyes, the Mikaelsonsibling circus in all its Original family glory.

“How manytimes have I told you not to eavesdrop on my conversations, Kol?” She hisses.Caroline can visualise the scene playing out between them without any difficulty. If he wasn’t an Originalvampire, she is certain Kol would be a hot pile of ash right now.

“I have nointerest in your pathetic and mundane conversations, Rebekah, but it’scertainly no fault of mine that your phone is on speaker and…”

“My nailsare still wet…” 

“And Icouldn’t help but hear Klaus’ lady friend on the line. Let’s just say myinterest is piqued.” Lady friend? Caroline wants to argue that particular point but she’s on a deadline and her control freak tendencies won’t allow her to deviate from the plan.

“Or I canjust disconnect and you can keep squabbling.” Caroline is frustrated. If she could arrive quietly she would have but she needs to know where he is and unfortunately these two are her only hope. Sad state of affairs in Caroline’s view. “You just enoy hearing your own voices, don’t you?”  

“Well, Kol certainly does,” Rebekah scoffs. Caroline hears the sounds of a physical altercation wondering who has attacked whom and whether Rebekah’s nails have survived the ordeal. Hopefully the one currently standing can give her the information she needs. 

“Where is Klaus?” She growls in desperation.

“And what do you want with him exactly?”

“To kill him and then dismember the body and bury it in the woods, Rebekah,” she bites out sarcastically knowing that scenario isn’t possible while also unable to control her frustration. The cab driver is now looking at her in the rearview mirror in a mixture of disbelief and shock.  

“Now that I would pay to see,” Kol chuckles, she rolls her eyes thinking she’d rather kill those two instead if she could for withholding precious and much needed information. 

“Oh, for the love of God just tell me or I’ll text Klaus myself and tell him how difficult you are being.” Yes, she’s obviously desperate but if he loves her as much as he says, then this manoeuvre might be successful. They are both eerily silent, Caroline can tell they are holding a conversation with their eyes. At the same time she has this weird allegiance to smooth things over, they may be related one day after all. “Fine, I’ll give you all the gossip afterwards. I promise.”

“If Niklaus cries, I expect to be the first person you tell.” 

Turns out his siblings were Klaroline shippers all along, something she would find out in detail later.   

Meanwhile…..

Klaus ismorose, his shoulders hunched as he nurses a whiskey while people celebratearound him at the bar. Even with his impressive, supernatural hearing he’s tuned out their cheering. Klaus enjoys Mardi Gras usually, the city comes alive and theatmosphere electric. This year he isn’t feeling it.    

He wants to share it with them. 

Both of them. 

His daughter. 

And the love of his life. 

They’re both in Mystic Falls.  One due to a horrible curse and the other because she isn’t ready to accept his proposal. Maybe she never will? It is something that haunts him daily. 

“However long it takes,” he’d offered, knowing that she was in a different place than him at the time. He’d accepted it of course. That’s what love and devotion was all about. Klaus would wait for her forever and for some reason that was okay back then. Now, he is hopelessly lost and doesn’t know how to move forward. No enemy could scare him as much as the thought of an emotionally desolate future without them.  

“So, what’sa girl got to do to get a drink around here?” 

Klaus stills, assuming his innermost thoughts have been hacked by some annoyingly, drunk patron. He turns slightly in disbelief, his eyes drinking in her appearance. Clad head to toe in black and sending him one of her insistent Caroline Forbes stares, he knows he’s not dreaming. 

She smells heavenly, a mixture of Chanel No 5 and soap. Her golden waves are fanned out over her shoulders as she takes the neighbouring stool. She is breathtaking, and given his supernatural status that is saying something. But why is she here, in his city of all places?

“I think this is where you order me a drink,” she presses. Klaus breaks from his Caroline Forbes trance and signals the bartender.   

“You’ll excuse me for being a little surprised by your appearance,” he murmurs, watching as she downs the whiskey in one go. Klaus feels comforted that she seems equally as nervous.

“I hear Mardi Gras is the place to be.” Her gaze is focused straight ahead, her demeanour giving nothing away. For now. 

“It is,” he smiles, gesturing to the barman for another round of dutch courage. “But after we last spoke in Mystic Falls I thought…”

“I was rattled yes,” she admits, throwing back the second glass. “And it was wrong to take it out on you but…” He interrupts, if there is something Klaus hates seeing is Caroline upset and all he wants is the truth before too much alcohol is consumed. 

“How about a tour of the Quarter?” She regards him curiously, relinquishing the glass. “It’s the least I owe since I promised to show you everything New Orleans has to offer years ago.”

“Did you?” She asks, her left eyebrow cocked. 

“You deleted my voice mail?” His tone is higher pitched than he expects. Klaus is hurt his gesture was so callously erased. 

“I’m standing in one of my favourite places, surrounded by food, music, art and culture and all I can think about is how much I want to show it to you…” She recites, Klaus freezes not expecting her to have committed his message to memory. But she has and he isn’t quite sure how to respond. 

“And then you say…” she’s teasing him now, a wicked grin on her face in an attempt to relieve the tension. 

“Maybe one day you’ll let me,” he finishes, his voice barely audible above a whisper. This is the moment he’s dreamed about since he first laid eyes on Caroline Forbes and he’s elated.    

“As you can tell my expectations of your tour guide abilities are very high,” she grins, her blue eyes dancing happily. 

They leave, Klaus feels dizzy in her presence but he’s not about to let this moment pass. They walk the busy streets, he’s drunk. Not on the whiskey but on the feeling that maybe this is finally it. Maybe the evil and tortured hybrid may get a happy ending?

“So, generally tour guides talk a bit more,” she offers playfully. Klaus gives her a look before steering her towards a local artist, one of his favourites as she discovers later. His hand squeezes her arm and he leaves it there unable to extract. She doesn’t seem bothered, in fact she is leaning into him. Klaus has never felt so much happiness than at this moment. 

“George is a visual storyteller,” he explains. She looks at him curiously, a smile gracing those tempting, pink lips. “While other artists paint the local scenery, he asks about favourite memories. Then he paints people’s lives and their stories for future posterity.”

The confusion is evident on her face before he leads her towards his artwork that has been obscured so far. She is moved, the scene he’s portrayed in front of her eerily familiar. “The night of the Mikaelson Ball,” she manages to get out but just barely. 

“If you only knew,” he murmurs. The picture is perfectly reminiscent of that evening, Caroline standing in front of his painting, perfectly stunning in that blue dress Klaus had gifted her. “This picture sums up everything for me, which is why I asked George to capture this exact moment.”

Her interest is piqued, her blue eyes boring into his earnestly now. “Why?”

“Art is one of my greatest loves, has been for over a thousand years,” he admits. “I love the way it captures my imagination, the way it evokes feelings, the way it makes me feel better even if I’m full of anger and torment. On that very night I was surrounded by all that artistic beauty but all I could stare at was you, love.”

She’s struggling to speak now, his words may scare her but at the same time he senses that this is the right time to share those particular feelings. 

“So, why now and here?”

“Our journey has come full circle,” he says, his hand now tracing her arm slowly with his thumb. “I was looking at art that inspired me then and today I am looking at art that inspires me now because you are my muse, Caroline Forbes.”

Her eyes are closed now but her mouth curves into a happy but knowing smile. “You knew I was here, didn't you? That surprise act earlier was truly Oscar worthy. Is there anything your minions don’t know about my whereabouts?”

“No,” he smiles. “But I sensed your presence as soon as you landed.”

“Stalker much?”

“Are you complaining, love?” He chuckles, his arm finding its way around her back comfortingly.

“I’ll let you know,” she replies gruffly, melting into him and Klaus is suddenly wishing the street wasn’t filled with so many people. 

“So, you came back just to tease me?” He murmurs, running his hands through her golden waves. 

“No,” she answers simply, confusing him briefly. “I have a surprise for you actually.” Before he can reply, her hand threads through his and she pulls him away mysteriously. 

“Where are we going?”

“I thought you might like to see someone you’ve been missing a while, consider it my gift for taking so long to come to my senses,” she jokes. 

This was the day father and daughter finally reunited (Klaus amazed that she’d managed to sneak in Hope without his minions’ knowledge). It was also the day his dreams finally came true. Always and Forever.    

On FF HERE

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All the text meme thingy hehe

TEXT MEME » NOT ACCEPTING  

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☮ for an apologetic text

blond giant 💕 » listen i know i shouldn’t have... had so many drinksblond giant 💕 » and i’m sorry for getting kicked out of that bar... and for punching that grosse creepy guyblond giant 💕 » and i’m sorry you had to carry me homeblond giant 💕 » and for falling asleep on your bedblond giant 💕 » and for sleeping in your shirtblond giant 💕 » you’re not mad... right?

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text

blond giant 💕 » ANAKIN SKYWALKER DID YOU JUST...?blond giant 💕 » i checked it, yes you didblond giant 💕 » i’m about to board a 14 hour flight and then i’m not back for like another 2 weeks...blond giant 💕 » how am i supposed to be able to endure this long flight now?blond giant 💕 » well i’m keeping that picture, it’s niceblond giant 💕 » as revenge i’m going to send a picture backblond giant 💕 » only you have to wait for more than 14 hours to receive itblond giant 💕 » you just wait, your giant, two can play this game

❋ for a hopeful text

blond giant 💕 » i spoke to mum... she and dad totally want to meet you and said you’re welcome to stay next time i go see them...  blond giant 💕 » i mean only if you want! i know we haven’t been seeing each other for a long timeblond giant 💕 » and that manila’s half way around the worldblond giant 💕 » but we’ve been friends for a while and i think we’d have a good timeblond giant 💕 » ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSEblond giant 💕 » jfc i’m babbling

☯ for an adoring text

blond giant 💕 » do you know how much i adore you??blond giant 💕 » because i do, i just cant stop thinking about you and your smileblond giant 💕 » it’s like you’ve taken over my head and i don’t careblond giant 💕 » you’ve turned me into the biggest romantic sapblond giant 💕 » i’m a heartbeat away from writing mr anakin skywalker in my diary... jk i already did before we were together, is that weird? DELETEDblond giant 💕 » i just want to find you and smother you with kissesblond giant 💕 » dammit giant, LOOK WHAT YOU’VE TURNED ME INTOblond giant 💕 » love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 

ღ for a friend-crush text

blond giant 💕 » so... do you have plans for the night??blond giant 💕 » because i got free tickets to this movieblond giant 💕 » idk if it’s any good but it free... eh?blond giant 💕 » anyways, what i’m saying is... or wait no, askingblond giant 💕 » is if you’d like to go see the movie with me???blond giant 💕 » there’s no one else i’d rather go with DELETEDblond giant 💕 » bc showing up alone is no fun... i’ll even buy you dinnerblond giant 💕 » what do you say??

❤ for an affectionate text

blond giant 💕 » i know you hate lectures and that it’s freezing out there blond giant 💕 » and you are such a gem for taking notes for me while i’m sick with fever ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » i love you so much ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » i promise to make it up to you, okay ???blond giant 💕 » well after i’m bed-ridden, now i can’t function

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

blond giant 💕 » ani? i heard about what happened and i’m sorryblond giant 💕 » but please don’t ignore my calls... or just text me to me that you’re okayblond giant 💕 » it’s 3am and and i’m worried sickblond giant 💕 » i can’t sleep... please tell me you’re okay? please talk to me... i love you, i’m here for you blond giant 💕 » if you’re not here in an hour i’m going out to look for you

☺ for a complimentary text

blond giant 💕 » you know you’re so cute when you’re tired and whinyblond giant 💕 » because you look all sleepy, and have the cutest pout, and your hair’s all messy and all i wanna do is smooch you all overblond giant 💕 » it’s a blessingblond giant 💕 » you’re a blessing DELETED

❂ for a text about another character (specify other)

blond giant 💕 » what do i even wear????blond giant 💕 » i’ve never done the whole meet the parent thing before and i’m nervous...blond giant 💕 » i’m so nervous... please tell me everything will be ok again, please?? ❤️

✳ for a holiday text

blond giant 💕 » listen we’re all ditching lectures tomorrow to drive out in the middle of nowhere to a christmas tree farm bc they have student discounts and then back home to decorate itblond giant 💕 » don’t you dare say no... because you always complain about going to lectures and we can be huddled up in the backseat with hot chocolate... and decorate the tree together  blond giant 💕 » also i’m making you gingerbread cookies... am i not the best girlfriend in the world?blond giant 💕 » the only right answer is yes

♆ for a sext

blond giant 💕 » i’m in my roomblond giant 💕 » wearing your tshirtblond giant 💕 » only your tshirt 👀❤️blond giant 💕 » it smells like you too...blond giant 💕 » now if you don’t hurry from grocery shopping then i’ll get started... early...blond giant 💕 » i am in no way responsible for whatever you walk in on

☼ for a joking text

blond giant 💕 » so lithium and sodium sit in a bar and gold walks inblond giant 💕 » and lithium goes “AU what’re you doing here?”blond giant 💕 » get it????? 😂😂😂blond giant 💕 » if uni doesn’t work out i could be a comedian 

↔ for a bitching text

blond giant 💕 » i got an f???blond giant 💕 » i failed ??? wtf i rarely get a b let alone FAIL... blond giant 💕 » how do i deal i’m in the girls’ toilets cryingblond giant 💕 » it’s not fair i stayed up till early morning studying and i get an f???blond giant 💕 » i want to quit uni this is so not fair !!!!!

♣ for a gossipy text

blond giant 💕 » LISTEN blond giant 💕 » ANIblond giant 💕 » ARE YOU LISTENING BC I’VE GOT SUMMIT TO TELL YOUblond giant 💕 » I JUST SAW THE DEAN AT THIS CLUBblond giant 💕 » HE’S DANCING ON A TABLE SUPER DRUNK IT’S PRECIOUSblond giant 💕 » YOU SHOULD GET HERE ASAP

$ for a lying text

blond giant 💕 » sorry i can’t come to lunch i already have plans... im sorryblond giant 💕 » but i might see you later???blond giant 💕 » i hate pretending that i’ve forgotten your birthday... but you just wait until you see what i planned for you DELETED

☆ for a longing text

blond giant 💕 » as much as i love being back with my family it feels empty without you ❤️blond giant 💕 » i miss you so so so much, i’m at their beach house on this beautiful island and i wish i could experience it with you ❤️blond giant 💕 » anyways i’ll be home in like 2 hours if you want to skype ❤️❤️❤️

♬ for a fangirl/boy gushing text

blond giant 💕 » listen i just found these cute totally spy tshirts online !!! blond giant 💕 » i bought you a clover one and me an alex one ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » so we can match !!!

★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text

blond giant 💕 » istfg if i don’t get that grade i deserveblond giant 💕 » ima use AGGRESSIVE NEGOTIATIONS blond giant 💕 » jfc you giant you’re a bad influence ❤️

♘ for a questioning text

blond giant 💕 » so hypothetically...blond giant 💕 » what if i said i found the perfect flat, near town, right by campus?blond giant 💕 » fit for two...blond giant 💕 » how would you feel about... getting our own place?blond giant 💕 » it’s fine if it’s too soon... but i thought i’d ask ❤️

♬ for a music rec or lyric text move rec

blond giant 💕 » there’s a totally spies movie of how the spies METblond giant 💕 » if we don’t watch this tonight i won’t kiss you for a week

☽ for a sleepy text

blond giant 💕 » ani... as much as i’d love to get ready and take an overpriced über to whatever dive bar you all ended up at...blond giant 💕 » i’m just too tired rn ❤️ all i need is bedblond giant 💕 » i love you though and i hope you have fun ❤️blond giant 💕 » ps. your drunk giant self is welcome to crash in my bed and wake me up with snuggles though ❤️❤️❤️

☢ for a snarky text

blond giant 💕 » i’m at the café waiting for you jsyk ❤️blond giant 💕 » and don’t get your hopes up i brought course lit, lecture notes and my laptop... it’s a study dateblond giant 💕 » but dw for every chapter we finish, i’ll give you a kiss ❤️❤️❤️blond giant 💕 » if we don’t get anything done then no kisses 😈