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teklarn · 3 years

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hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia)

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst.

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk

word count: 3,859

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !)

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part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally.

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’?

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day.

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders.

his leg was bouncing eagerly.

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else.

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn...

“y/n! come look at this!”

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over.

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone.

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku?

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!”

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you.

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?”

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look.

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?”

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.”

“holy—”

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking.

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article.

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!”

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?”

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped.

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them.

his eyes bore into yours.

“did you...need something?”

your voice broke his trance.

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.”

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?”

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?”

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me.

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting.

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was.

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.)

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up.

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.”

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother.

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you.

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped.

“shitty hair, let go of me.”

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?”

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato.

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped.

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries.

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together.

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms.

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh.

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.”

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.”

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.”

denki sighed, slumping back.

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds.

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head.

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.”

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned.

the brunette grinned. “great!”

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name.

“bakugou.”

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find...

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground.

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent.

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called.

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure.

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him.

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks.

you laughed. “what?”

“shut up.”

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.”

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?”

so you had heard him!

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

gosh he loved that about you.

bakugou caught his thought in the air.

ahem...gosh he hated that about you.

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first.

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it.

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache.

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body.

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back.

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t.

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either.

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky.

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out.

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent.

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so...

you stood over him, hands on your hips.

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile.

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain.

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels.

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.”

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back.

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on.

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room?

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard.

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.”

you barely grunted in response.

“don’t ignore me.”

“i heard you, mom.”

“the hell did you call me?”

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive.

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back.

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened.

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you.

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in.

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.”

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?”

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—”

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving.

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly.

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?”

“you’re annoying.”

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it.

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body.

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds.

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you.

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason.

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion.

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions.

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes.

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen.

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back.

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face.

“fight me again,” he demanded.

“excuse me?”

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.”

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.”

“you’re being stubborn.”

“i’m being reasonable. back off.”

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou.

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.”

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?”

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away.

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself.

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?”

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.”

“dude...that sounds really weird.”

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.”

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again.

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong.

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great?

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear.

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right?

what was so...amazing about deku?

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these.

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent.

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you.

you were the only person to be able to do this to him.

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head.

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.”

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga.

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.)

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?”

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not.

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here.

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.”

“okay? is that it?”

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him?

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”

“...what?”

gosh dammit, as friends?

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side.

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor.

this earned a snicker from you.

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.”

your eyes flew wide. “...what?”

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.”

he swallowed.

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.”

he leaned closer. “yes?”

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.”

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal.

“oh, alright.”

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode.

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything.

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right?

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you.

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alecxaheart · 3 years

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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eydi-andrius · 4 years

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The Beginning after the Finale

Pairing: Yoonbum x Foreigner Detective Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: Idk I used my notes for this. :/

Warnings: May or may not continue this one.

- Also, this is my first published fic cuz' I'm a coward so there will be many grammatical errors but I did try to proofread it. I SWEAR!

- Lastly, I'm a new user of tumblr.

- Oh yeah! ALWAYS WEAR YOUR SEATBELT and I did wrote some curse words...

Summary: A childhood acquaintance of Yoonbum came back to find out that her first case in South Korea will include Yoonbum as a victim.

(I'm always looking for fics about after KS but found a little so I created one for myself.)

The story starts after the chapter ending of Killing Stalking.

You just came back to your hometown after studying and working a bit in US. You never really want to stay there in the first place but your parents doesn't like you staying alone in South Korea. You can't really argue with that. A 16 year old highschool student alone and living on a "not so safe neighborhood where a renter uncle beat the shit out of his nephew while his grandmother watch the whole ordeal afraid of his son putting his anger on her."

You can't help but sigh after remembering what happened to your childhood friend whose name you can't remember.

Him, his uncle and grandmother rents a house your parents owned. The rent was cheap because your parents doesn't really care about the money. At that time they just want a good neighbor to live next to the house where their daughter lived alone.

The uncle appeared to be friendly, caring and kind when he applied for the house. Having his mother lived with him was a plus to your parents because at least someone old will took care of you for sure. However, after his nephew's parents died on a tragic accident, the uncle became aggressive and unreasonably hit his nephew and blame him for what happened.

Of course when your parent's found out your mother's hystericlly ordered you to go lived with them abroad. At that time, you flat out refused them but after hearing their second angry suggestion of kicking out the renter, you just decided to go and obey them afraid of making it worse for the nephew.

"The nephew hmnnm..." you murmur as you try to recall that nephew's name and face. It's been too long and you only remember bits of information about him. Like how feminine his stature was. The way he look shyly when you greeted and passed by him on the streets while walking to school. How his face powdered with red whenever you saw him and smiled widely at him. However despite all those memories, his face and identity remained a mystery. His face was blurry, same with his name.

You huffed angrily as you drum your fingers on the steering wheel. You're annoyed to yourself for forgetting the most important information. Nostalgia seeped through you whenever you think about him. Maybe because you thought he was unique and had an honest air around him. You liked that and you'd like to see him again. And deeply you hoped that he was doing fine.

"DEATH PENALTY FOR THAT BASTARD PSYCHOPATH!" You got spooked after hearing a loud booming voice from a megaphone. It was a quiet day and a shout like that can be heard throughout this town. Luckily the traffic light blared red and so you've got a chance to observe what is happening outside.

Lots of people are yelling with placards on hand in front of Jonggan Hospital. Young and old were gathered outside. Looking and shouting angrily to put a certain someone named "Sangwoo" to jail until he die or punished him with death penalty. You frowned. Death penalty isn't a thing in South Korea anymore right? This person probably did something horrendous to get a suggestion like that from old and young folks.

"Good heavens! What happened to this small town?" You questioned as you shake your head then look at the countdown for a greenlight ready to go forward. Two seconds more. You said on your head.

One last look on the crowd and you decided to drove off when a scrawny boy decided to run when the greenlight was on. You stopped before you run over him but your car still bumped his body. Making him fall over the pedestrian lane.

"Fuck!" You yelled shocked and angrily from the unexpected accident. Hurriedly, you got out your car to see if the man was okay.

You heard the loud beeping noise of horns behind your car when you got out furious at you for stopping so suddenly. However, you are more concerned to the man you almost run over with your car.

"Are you okay!? Do you know how dangerous running on a pedestrian lane with greenlight on!?" You yelled worriedly as you crouched down to check if he was okay.

The guys seemed shocked about what happened and continued to look down on the cement. And so you decided to touch both of his cheeks with your hands and forced his face to look at you. Your eyes went wide as you recognize the face infront of you.

"I'm sorr-"

"Yoonbum!" You interrupted the guy's apology as he spoke when you recognized that small and scrawny face of your childhood neighbor. The nephew you're thinking about just earlier.

Yoonbum blinked when you yelled out his name in surprise.

"Do I k-know you?" Yoonbum stuttered as he frowned questioningly at you.

"Oh my gosh! It's really you! This is me, [Y/N]. You look thinner than you do when we were younger." You beamed as slowly all of your memories of him came flooding back. That scrawny, shy and honest boy you knew is right in front of you.

"[Y/N]? I-" The angry noises of car horns stopped Yoonbum from talking and you realized where the two of you at the moment.

"I'm glad that I got to see you again but the road is not a place for our little reunion. C'mon!" You smiled as you offer your hand and help him to get into your car.

You repeatedly look at the rearview mirror to confirm if the guy you just saw and almost run over was really Yoonbum. Feeling your eyes at him, he looked at the rearview mirror too and your eyes meet. He immediately look away while an obvious blush painted his cheeks.

"I really can't believe this. I was just thinking about you earlier you know. And pondering over what's your name and how do you look but then I run over you. I mean, almost." You chuckled as you slightly looked at him while driving.

You wet your lips and continue talking. "I'm so happy to finally meet you again, Yoonbum." Smiling slightly while looking at the rearview mirror. This time, your eyes meet again but he didn't look away.

"Uhmmm.." You heard Yoonbum uttered softly so you glance his way. You saw him twiddling his thumbs.

"Go on." You nod while looking at the road to encourage him to say whatever he had in mind.

"Do I know you?" Surprised, you stopped and your car screeched loudly. You heard a loud thud beside you.

"Awwww...."

You gasped in horror when you saw Yoonbum's bloody forehead. You immediately grab some tissues on the back sit and dabbed softly on his open wound. That's when you realized that all this time he was not wearing his seatbelt. You cursed under your breathe and muttered a silent sorry to Yoonbum for driving carelessly. You just didn't expect him not to know you when he voluntarily rode your car and listen to your ramblings about him.

Luckily you're on your way to the hospital parking lot. You were really worried about Yoonbum earlier that you decided to bring him to the hospital to be checked by the doctors if he had any injuries from the almost accident.

You got out of the car immediately and guide him to the emergency entrance. On your way there, you saw a police in uniform narrowed his eyes on your direction and jogged angrily where the two of you are. You felt Yoonbum's grip tighten on your hand.

When the police was just two steps away from you and Yoonbum. You hid him fast and pushed the officer away.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What do you think you are doing? You are scaring my friend, officer." You said sarcastically as you shoved the glaring guy in front of you.

The police officer eyebrows knitted into one. "Ma'am, I mean no harm to you and your friend. But I need to talk to him." He emphasized the word friend as he tried to look behind you. You felt Yoonbum cowers in fear. You hold tightens on his hands. Clearly, there was really something wrong here. However, even though you want to fight the man in uniform, Yoonbum needs his wound treated.

"I'd like to let you, good sir but my friend's head is bleeding and he needs immediate care."

You didn't wait for his reply and you brought Yoonbum to the nearest nurse to help him with his wound.

From your peripheral vision, you saw the officer followed the two of you. When the nurse finally assisted your friend, you immediately stop the officer from interrogating Yoonbum further.

"You know, I don't have any clue about what you need from Yoonbum but can you stop? He almost got into an accident today and by the way his body responds to you, you were making things harder for him. So can you please stop." You glared daggers at the officer who just replied on your statement with a frown.

"Ma'am-"

"[L/N], [Y/N] [L/N]" You interrupted him which made his frown into a scowl.

"Okay, Ms. [L/N]. By the way you look, you're probably just got here and don't know what happened. Your friend there, Mr. Yoon was a victim of a serial killer. Him being out is not good for he was still suspected to be an accomplice even though the court already ordered his innocence." He nonchantly explained as he pointed his hand to Yoonbum who's being tended by a nurse.

He left your mouth agape with his revelation and walked pass you to sit beside the now patched Yoonbum. You followed and immediately hugged Yoonbum protectively from the officer who didn't even tell his name yet.

Then you remembered that Yoonbum doesn't remember you still and so you dropped your arms and just crouched in front of him to look into his eyes. You hold his hands and help him remember you.

"Yoonbum. This is me [Y/N]. The ow-"

"Owner of the house my uncle rented for us." You smiled when Yoonbum continued your sentence. He smiled back with that boyish innocent smile you remembered before but with eyes full with uncertainty and sadness.

"Sorry for interrupting your little reunion but didn't I told you Mr. Yoon to not go out alone to Jonngang Hospital?" The officer glared at Yoonbum who was trying to look and move away.

You bit your lips and stand up to fight the officer for being rude to the obvious scared Yoonbum.

"You nasty off-"

"Seungbae. Officer Seungbae for you Ms. [Y/N]" He interrupted looking at you. As if telling you to fight him.

"Okay, Officer Seungbae. I do understand that you're just trying to protect Yoonbum but can you please stop being nasty and rude to him. He was obviously shooked from what happened to him earlier-"

"And if you don't know Ms. [Y/N], the foreigner. In Jonggang Hospital lies the culprit who broke your friend's legs and forced him to do nasty things for months. And if the people caught him there, the people might become more hostile and believed further that he was an accomplice. Just letting you know in case you don't know" Your jaw clenched at the sneering statement of the officer. You're not annoyed by the fact that you know nothing on Yoonbum's case but the fact that this officer was basically putting all of his anger at you and making you look like a fool.

Instead of continuing the banter with him, you looked at Yoonbum's eyes again who continued to look away.

You have these cases in the US when you're still working there as a detective. Some serial killer let a victim alive to break them and make them believe that they were just like them. Cases abroad are nastier than in here but after hearing that your friend had suffered directly from a psycopath made your heart wrenched in sadness for him. It will take some time to heal them but knowing the person who suffered made you want to help them more wholeheartedly.

"Yoonbum please look at me" You placed both of your hands upon his cheek guiding his face to look at you.

"I don't know what happened and do not know the real reason why you still want to see him despite what he did to you. Maybe to see him suffer or whatever but I believe that you're innocent. Maybe he ordered you to do nasty things to make you crazy or make you believe that you're just like him but I still do believe in your innocence because you are a victim of him too. Whatever you have in mind, I'll listen to you and guide you through the process. Trust me." You looked at him with your heart out to let him know your sincerity to help him despite the years you hadn't been with him.

Yoonbum looked at you for sometime and then nod squeezing your wrists near his cheeks.

You smiled at him.

You admire how strong he was despite all the struggles he suffered through his lifetime. You promised to yourself that you will help him this time and will not runaway because its dangerous or whatsoever.

You squeezed his hands tight and nod at him happily.

P.S. Notes are highly appreciated. Thank you so much!

#yoonbumxreader #killing stalking #fanfic #afterks #yang seungbae #yoonbum #seungbae x reader #idk how to tag lmao #idk how to tag anymore #idk how to tag stuff #idk how to use tumblr #idk how to tag lol

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parrlyn-4life · 4 years

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Freeze Your Brain

(Credit to the person who came up with the Six-Heathers crossover! I don’t know who they are but if they come across this, I hope you like it!)

(Ok, so, basically, it’s May 19. The day Anne Boleyn was exicuted. The queens were worried for Anne but she just stayed her usual self. Until they went to a 7-Eleven. Also, this is in college. I had a thought that ‘Anne’ is short for something. So, Anne’s full name is Annette. Don’t ask how the fork I came up with this. I don’t remember if I saw that hc somewhere but if you guys did, let me know if there’s that hc somewhere on Tumblr.)

Nicknames for the three Catherine’s/Katherine’s:

Aragon- Lina

Parr- Cathy

Howard-Kitty

TW: Swearing, mentions of scars, and mentions of cutting

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“Ok, what are the rules again?” Lina asked.

The queens recited the rules for the fourth time this morning. Today was May 19. Anne’s deathday. They did the same thing every deathday: Recite rules until they remember the rules. They were all friends since kindergarten. Well, Lina, Cathy, and Anna were friends since kindergarten. They met Jane in first grade. Then Kitty in third. Kitty was in first grade when she met them. They took her under their wing. And then Anne in fifth. When they met Anne, it was sort of an accident. Cathy was helping the office with letters. She was told to bring a letter to a Boleyn. She didn’t know which Boleyn, since there were two in the school. They had combined the Elementary and Middle schools together but in different wings. Cathy went to Anne’s classroom, thinking the letter was hers. Cathy had asked for Anne. The teacher said there was no Anne in her class. Only an Annette.

Anne had stood up and said, “My nickname is Anne. My full name is Annette.” Cathy turned around and looked at her. She gave her the letter and got out of the classroom, going back to her own. She had to admit, Anne was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Back to the present, everyone started to have breakfast. Finally, Anne had woke up. Everyone looked at her.

“Morning, babe,” Cathy said to her girlfriend. Anne smiled. No tear tracks, she made an effort to get ready, and there was no redness around her neck like when it was Kitty’s deathday... Did Anne even know what day it was?

“Do you know what tod-” Jane was about to say before she saw Anna glaring at her. “I mean... Do you know what you want for breakfast, Anne?” Jane ended up saying.

“I’ll have a strawberry smoothie, Jane!” Anne said while sitting down at the counter.

“So, what are you guys doing today?” Kitty asked.

“I’m going for a walk in the park with Lina!” Jane said, smiling at Lina. Lina smiled back.

“I’m going to watch a couple of movies with Kitty,” Anna said. Kitty cheered.

“And I’m staying with Anne,” Cathy said, looking at Anne. Anne winced.

“Sorry, babe... I’m spending my day at 7-Eleven...” Anne said, looking back at Cathy.

“Anne, you always go to 7-Eleven on this day for the past three years!” Anna said. It was true. The queens had been reincarnated in the year 2017. Now it was 2020.

“I know... But a tradition is a tradition! So I say, I’m going!” Anne said with determination in her eyes.

“Mind if we tag along?” Kitty asked, knowing the rule: If someone were to go out on their deathday, the others would have to go with them so that they won’t do anything stupid. Anne smiled.

“Sure!” She said.

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“WE’RE ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY! TOO MANY YEARS, LOST IN HIS STORY!” Everyone screamed sang. They were on their way to the 7-Eleven near their college. They had put on an audio of their song and sang. Loudly. “WE’RE FREE TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY! FOR TWO MORE MINUTES... WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH, WE’RE SIX! WOAH, OH, OH! WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH!” They sang.

“FOR FIVE,” Anna sang.

“FOUR,” Kitty sang.

“THREE,” Anne sang.

“TWO,” Lina sang.

“ONE MORE MINUTE,” Cathy sang. They all started to make up dance moves for the music break.

“WE’RE SIX!” They all sang. Once the song finished, they were already at 7-Eleven. They were laughing as they got out of the car. It was at this time that Jane noticed that Anne was wearing a jacket... The weather was 83 degrees. Why would she be wearing a jacket in this heat?

“Anne, aren’t you a bit hot in that jacket?” Jane asked as they walked into the 7-Eleven, which was empty, except for the people working at the registers.

“Nope!” Anne said before practically running to the slurpee machines. The others went after her. When they got there, Anne was already getting her slushy.

“Anne, can I ask you a question?” Kitty asked. Anne nodded at her cousin as she finished getting her slushy.

“What is it?” Anne asked. Kitty looked at the others.

“I’m sorry...” Kitty whispered before looking at Anne again. “You came here two days ago and now you’re back here... Why?” Kitty asked. The others looked at Kitty and Anne. Anne sighed and looked at Kitty.

“Two days ago. 1536,” Anne said. They were confused. “Think about it!” Anne screamed before storming off, paying for the slurpee, and walking outside. The others got slurpees’ as well. They walked outside to where Anne was. She was sitting on the curb and sipping on her slurpee rather quickly.

“Annette Boleyn, don’t drink so fast! You’re going to get a brain freeze!” Jane said. Anne pulled away from the straw and shrugged.

“That’s, like, the whole point I wanted to come here,” Anne said.

“Annette, why are you being such a mega bitch?” Anna asked. Anne sighed.

“I’ve been through three deathdays... They start to get blurry,” Anne said. The queens looked at her. Anne looked at Kitty. “You really wanna know why I came here two days ago?” Then, Anne looked at the others. “Do you guys want to know why I’ve come here for the past three years on two seperate days?”

“You don’t have to tell us, babe,” Cathy said. Anne shook her head.

“No... I want to,” Anne said. The queens all looked at each other. Now the Anne they knew and loved was gone. They had never seen Anne this serious about anything. “Well... You guys know how I was accused of... Many things when I got beheaded?”

“Yeah...” Lina said.

“What does that have to do with this?” Anna asked. The others kept on asking questions, interupting Anne everytime she tried to answer a question.

“Well, if you all would just shut up and listen, it would help me a lot,” Anne snapped. They fell silent. None of them had been this scared of her before. “And you know how my brother was pulled into all of that, right?” Anne said, looking down at the pavement and taking a long sip of her slurpee. The queens thought for a moment before realizing.

“George’s deathday was two days ago...” Cathy said.

“Bingo,” Anne said, still looking at the pavement. They all fell silent. All they could hear was the slurping of them drinking their slurpee’s. “All I can trust is this concrete oasis. It seems every time I’m about to despair, there’s a 7-Eleven right there...” Anne said, breaking the silence.

“What’s so special about this place, anyways?” Kitty asked, looking at the building behind her. Anne chuckled.

“Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in... I pray at my altar of slush,” Anne said. The others looked at her weirdly. She laughed. “Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush!”

“So... You come here for the slushies?” Anna asked, lifting up her slurpee cup and pointing at it. Anne nodded.

“Freeze your brain... Swim in the ice, get lost in the pain. Shut your eyes tight till you vanish from sight. Let nothing remain!” Anne said before slurping her straw quickly.

“Annette, you’re going to get a brain freeze!” Lina said. Anne didn’t listen.

“Just let her do it, Lina...” Jane said to her girlfriend. Lina sighed and nodded. At the same time, Anne pulled off the straw quickly and grasped her head with her other hand.

“Annie?” Cathy asked. Anne gave her a satisfactory smile.

“Freeze your brain... Shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain. Forget who you are, unburden your load. Forget in a day, you'll be back on the stage. When the voice in your head says you're better off dead...” Anne stopped herself before continuing. “Don't open a vein...” Anne whispered.

“Anne?” Kitty asked. Anne didn’t hear her. She took off her jacket, revealing multiple scars on her arms.

“Oh my gosh, Annie...” Cathy whispered. Anne let tears go down her face but kept a fake smile on her face.

“Just freeze your brain... Freeze your brain... Go on and freeze your brain...” Anne said before looking at the others. “Does anyone have any makeup remover?” Anne asked. Kitty passed her a wipe. She took it and wiped her neck. It took the others a second that Anne had put makeup on her neck. Why? To hide the redness around where her scar is.

“My god...” Anna said. Anne looked at all of them and pointed to her head.

“Try it,” Was all she said. They all took a long sip of their slushies.

“Oh shit, there it is,” Cathy said while gripping her head. Everyone laughed but stopped immediately, having a brain freeze as well.

#six the musical #fanfic #may 19th #parrlyn

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zippers-flowers-and-wine · 4 years

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Hello! With the soft sentence starters, can I please request Bruno with the sentence "Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?" 👉👈

Pulling at the wetsuit, you glance nervously at your diving guide as the woman loudly goes back over basic diving safety. Giving your own gear a quick once over, you sit back and internally lament your current predicament. After you had blown them off for nearly a week straight, your friends had roped manipulated you into this madness. You couldn't muster up a good argument against their incessant whining that you never hung out anymore, and that they missed you a bunch.

It made you feel like the worst kind of person when they had you recall the last time you hung out with them, and all you could think of was the office party last month...

"Dude, I hope we see some dolphins or something!"

Speak of the devil.

Not noticing your startled jump, one of your female friends throws her arms around your waist and leans all of her weight into you as she squeals, "Oooh!! What if we see a merperson!? Gosh, wouldn't that be so exciting!" A few of the other divers shift, flashing her annoyed glances even as your other two friends, both guys, burst into excited murmurs.

Forcing your anxious look off of your face, you grin and nod excitedly as you try to match their enthusiasm. "100% dude!" Her eyes flick up, scrutinizing you and in an attempt to keep her from noticing the cold sweat that has appeared across the nape of your neck, you blurt, "I'm surprised you managed to land us a spot with this instructor."

"Yeah, Bon." It's the taller of your two male friends, Medsus, who chimes in. "Everywhere I looked was booked, so how did you manage that?"

Bonnie huffs, flicking her long ponytail to the side as she flashes the dark skinned man a smirk. "Oh Meddy, you know I have my ways."

"Guys, I think we might wanna pay attention." Narco is the one to chime in now. Blinking, all three of you face the instructor... Who is staring you down with an icy glare.

"Thank you for finally paying attention." She gripes, turning back to the group as a whole. "Now, I've heard some of you voice your concerns about the merfolk that may be in the area." Bonnie is the only one who makes an excited noise; everyone else is too busy shuffling their feet, or staring apprehensively at the surface of the water like a fully grown shark mer is going to leap out at them. Chuckling a little, the instructor walks to the back of the boat, sitting on one of the steps with her feet in the water.

"You don't need to worry about that then. Any and all merfolk you will see around here will be harmless dolphin merfolk, or fur seal merfolk." As if to prove her point, a head and torso pops up above the waves and settles on her lap, clicking at you all. Everyone bursts into startles gasps, and excited squeals which quickly fade into whispers. Chuckling, the instructor slips into the water, twisting to face all of you. "Well then? Are you coming?"

Bonnie is the first to squeal, "Yes!" while hopping up and down. The dolphin at the instructors side clicks and mimics her hopping by bobbing in the water a bit faster.

Smirking, the instructor motions her forward with one, slim finger. "Okay, Ms. Enthusiasm. Hop on in." The brunette is damn near vibrating with her excitement, pulling her goggles on and pulling her flipper fully on. And, like the weirdo she is, Bonnie doesn't go down the steps like the instructor did, nope.

Instead she leaps over the side of the boat, surfacing with a dazzling grin. Chuckling at her, the instructor swims over with the dolphin mer, who looks positively thrilled to get closer. "Since we are in open waters, this cluster of dolphin mers has offered to accompany us. It will be a buddy system so that no stray sharks or anything will get brave and decide to take a bite."

Now, with Bonnie yelling at the instructor do something, Medsus telling her to calm down, and Narco yelling for you to keep calm, you wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Hell, it was a fucking miracle you hadn't dissolved into pure panic by now.

Then again, you muse while twisting to keep the 12 foot leopard seal mer in sight, the worst thing you can do is panic in front of a wild animal.

He's pretty despite the danger he possesses, you'll give him that much. Leopard seals were already rather gorgeous, with the short, silvery fur contrasted by the gray and black spots that were it's namesake. This merman was no exception, his human skin less of a healthy tan and more silver-gray in hue, with his human chest covered in sleek black marks that remind you of some racy undergarments you have at home.

He circles you slowly, occasionally dipping closer and then shifting away when you kick your flippered feet at him. The dolphin mer that had been your partner is circling outside of the leopard seals radius, too worried about making him feel threatened to try for a rescue.

"(Y/N), I need you to follow everything that I say, okay?" Not taking your eyes off of the blurry silhouette, you raise one of your wrinkly hands to flash her a quick thumbs up. "Alright, I want you to try and swim out of his circling, can you do that for me?"

"Are you fucking crazy! He'll attack her!" Bonnie shrills, her assigned mer reaching up to shush her.

You don't hear what the instructors says in response, because the next thing you know, a pair of hands have grabbed each of your ankles and your given .2 seconds to suck in a deep breath before being yanked under.

(I physically cannot finish this. Everytime I close out of this draft after adding to it and saving the damn thing, it deletes whole ass paragraphs. I'm done trying to write on Tumblr directly. I've had to redo this 4 times now.

What was going to happen was Bruno was going to toy with you, spinning you around a bunch, nearly drowning you twice before your dolphin buddy dives in, and you book it. Enjoy.)

#mmr soft sentences #merman bruno

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15x19 Promo Photos

Alright. Let’s just jump right into it, since I’m doing so many in a row today lol.

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JKFSJ:LDFS THIS PICTURE OH MY GOD!! You know what it reminds me of?? That scene, in 12x21 (check episode number) where they’re sitting against the wall talking about their legacy while they’re locked in the Bunker ‘cause of Ketch. This right here? This is a bro talk picture. This is a “what does our future look like” picture. This is a “what do we do next” picture. This. Is a “we can do this...together” picture. And that makes me very excited to hear the dialogue. <3 <3 <3

MICHAEL! Okay yeah, that makes a lot of sense. I bet that’s the “something out there” that Jack was talking about in the promo. Now I feel kind of silly for being scared lol. Yay Michael! Help us take down your dad! (Also, side note: I saw this theory that suggests there’s a chance that Lucifer might be back to help with the final fight, but, like, I’m really not sure how that would happen, or, more importantly, why, so...I’m not buying it. Let’s stick with Michael.)

OOOH!! ANOTHER SHOT OF THE BOUND TO BE AWESOME SCENE!! Gosh, Dean looks such a great combination of pissed and scared in that picture, and that makes me nervous and sad, but I really do have faith in our boys. <3 <3

That’s an Impala shot. I can see the blurry steering wheel. Sam looks...worried? But a little bit of...determination is in there too, I think. And maybe hope? That’s kind of a hard expression to read, but it doesn’t look terrible or gut-wrenching, so I’m gonna call that a positive!

OOP! That’s a planning picture. They are scheming with Michael. I like it. (Also, Jensen is hot. <3 <3)

BABY!!! MY BOYS!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Also Jack looks so cute in that little jacket, because it’s just a little too big for him. Headcanon--without even watching the episode--that that jacket is either Sam or Dean’s and they gave it to him, because of course they did. <3

Oooh...Michael looks...mad. I hope it’s at God and not at our boys. :( (Also that’s a really good shot of Jake Abel. <3)

Welp. Normally, I would love a shot like that, because it would be our full Team Free Will 2.0, planning and back in action. However, since there’s one key member missing from that group, it stings my heart, because Michael is not anywhere near a replacement for Cas. Yes, I’m sure he’ll be very helpful, but in that particular picture...god it stings. :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( :’( That said, that is definitely a planning shot, which gives me hope that they have some way to bring everyone back (...except Cas… :’( :’( )

Another planning shot! What are those circles on the map? And OH! God’s book!! Maybe Michael can figure out how to open it?? So we can read it?? Cause man, that would be helpful. Or...would reading it be bad? Would that make it a self-fulfilling prophecy, but in a bad way? “If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen” kind of thing? (Thanks Marvel.) Huh...I guess we’ll find out?

Welp.

The only question that actually answered was that the “something out there” is probably Michael, which makes me think that the promo only covered, like, the first ten minutes of the episode.

Beyond that, I have no idea what’s going to happen in this episode. Obviously, Dean has to tell Sam and Jack about Cas, and we’re bound to get some emotional trauma over that. Plus, that bro-ment that I was talking about between Sam and Dean is bound to bring some tears to eyes if it’s anything like that Season 12 scene--especially being so close to the actual end.

All in all, this is bound to be an intense episode, both emotionally and story-wise. I’m honestly not sure what to expect.

I saw some posts on Tumblr talking about how Buckleming will be writing this episode, and while that makes me a little nervous, knowing their track record, I also know that this is the second-to-last episode, and there’s no way that they’re going to be able to get away with putting something crappy out there. Not with all of the people that are trying to make this final season--these final episodes--the best it can be. So, I’m optimistic.

I think this is gonna be a good episode, and I really, really, really hope we don’t lose anyone else… (although, I’m probably gonna be disappointed…)

T minus 3 hours to 15x19!

#spn spoilers #spn promotional material #spn promo photos #spn photos #15x19 #15x19 promo photos #spn season 15 #supernatural #my reactions #spn reactions

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84: Time to get this show back on the road.

I share this reaction, but in a less vulgar manner. Oh my gosh. @w@ Not that I am repulsed by the notion of Jake and Jane hooking up. It’s just... drunken dalliances of this sort can often lead to unfortunate results/consequences.

I continue to be astounded and intrigued by Jake’s sense of taste. I am indeed very curious as to what has Jake so intent on rejecting Jane, by the way. Mind you, a guy can be attracted/interested in whoever he wants. It’s just that he seems very against the idea, here, and I wonder why the impulse to reject the possibility is so strong.

This was her plan all along. To give him a boner. And he... got one. But in all seriousness, I continue to be very intrigued and appreciative, regarding the characters’ textual descriptions, and it is honestly quite nice to see her described in such favorable terms~ (This is to say, Jane is often potrayed in a somewhat portly manner, and this seems to be supported by the official art that I have seen promulgated for Pesterquest, and though it is entirely possible that she’s changed over the years, it is also possibly an endorsement of the idea that chubby people can be beautiful.)

Well, the narration suggested you were in fact not unfamiliar with the occasional frivolous fling, but I guess that could be true if you mean “relationships.” Her telling him to lighten up is not exactly the best thing to do, considering she’d just said she wanted to have his children before this, by the way~

I, admittedly, don’t know what those mean, other than honky tonky, and sadly am not willing to look up specifics. Even so, it is nice to see Jane so cheerful, I suppose. I don’t remember ever actually seeing her pronounce the “Hoo hoo hoo!” laugh that Nanna/Nannasprite is so well-known for in my mind, so that aspect is also incredibly interesting. O-o

Oh... oh dear. That is quite compromising, indeed. I do hope that if anything is to happen while they are sober, she actually asks for his consent. I do not want to see the story go down that sort of dark path, beyond the very flirtatious moves she’s making right now.

Jimminy Christmas, that’s not quite-- erm, well, that’s a level of detail I honestly almost worry over publishing! Even if it is still technically all implicit, regarding what literally went on during things.

***nods, nods*** A very awkward situation to be in, for sure. I do hope that Jake can hopefully help her understand just a little bit. It’s got to be rather horrible for both of them, right now. v.v

Not saying no is not the same as saying yes! (And argh...! You dirty, rotten narrator, taking advantage of his overwhelming emotional moment of weakness! Whoever you are, this was a cruel, poorly-mannered thing to do! [Clearly, Jake was not feeling anywhere near the kind of mood to suddenly reverse himself, even if he felt agony at seeing her disappointment. Oh, what horrors this might beget...!]) ~~~ Buuuut... I guess this is the end of things for now! We’ll just have to see how things work out in the future! (It’s looking like quite a few couples are going to be having children in the near future, whether biologically or through adoption. Hmm.) Oh, and sorry that some of these images are a bit blurry or weird. Tumblr didn’t want me to post, for some reason, so I copy-pasted everything, and here we are.

#Homestuck Spoilers #homestuck epilogue #Homestuck Liveblog #Candy Epilogue #Jake and Jane

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meissaantares replied to your photoset: Deadgrass Isle

I love this! <33 Can I ask you how do you take such good quality pics? c:

Oh my gosh, first off thank you so much for the kind compliments the last few days!! They really mean a lot to me, and encourage me to keep posting my scenery pics.

Second, I don’t use any kind of HQ mod. I have been using reshade lately, just testing it out and learning about it. I think why they end up looking HQ is because I keep the size of the image relatively high I think those are 1000x800. Also, when I save an image in photoshop for tumblr I do File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy). I honestly have no idea if that makes a difference or not, but it seems to help with tumblr not degrading/making my pictures blurry on the dash.

#meissaantares #replies

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9.20 thoughts! this got very long, just as an fyi.

not even a minute in and some guys sold a teenage girl a gun. oh boy.

on the plus side: i remember which episode this is now! it’s the one with the gun that somehow has a connection to lots of five-0 members’ lives!

the banter between those two cops was really fun (and not as stilted as it sometimes is when a random Cop Or Security Duo shows up!) and then one of them got shot and something like that kind of HAD to happen but i’m still sad

OKAY so the first connection is that junior is friends with one of the guys who sold the gun and the guy shows up at HQ and i was like, oh no, but then he tells junior what he did!!! that’s so good!!! i’m weirdly proud of this very minor side character who did a very bad thing

DANNY. THERE’S DANNY. i technically knew he had to be in this episode somewhere because i’ve seen photographical evidence of it here on tumblr, but THERE HE IS. YAY. i mean, i love almost all of the main cast, but i think part of the reason why it took me a month to watch the previous episode was because danny wasn’t in it. it still just doesn’t feel right. it’s like there’s something missing. and here that something is!

junior and his buddy leave and steve and danny are alone in the office and steve said something case-related directly to danny and i’m weirdly excited about that, too!! my bars are literally so low.

BABY STEVE. baby steve is watching inspector gadget, oh my gosh, aw.

i love how doris is supposed to be there and she picks up the phone and tells mini steve to turn down the tv, but we never see any part of her except a hand and some hair because they didn’t hire the actress for this episode. so subtle.

i am... so conflicted about this scene. on the one hand, mini steve is super cute. on the other, we’re probably supposed to like young john here and think he’s a Good Dad but i just... kind of low key hate everything he does. he looks annoyed when doris tells him the call is for him, like she’s bugging him somehow after being the one who picked up the phone in the first place, and the whole “i have to go to work. take care of your mom while i’m gone, okay?” that he says to steve is so bad, omfg. steve is what, five? i know the “man of the house” thing is very common in media but it’s! so! stupid! doris is a grown woman and steve is a tiny little boy - doris has to (and can!) take care of steve, not the other way around, god. /rant

oh! we do get a full body shot of doris but it’s blurry doris! and she’s SUPER PREGNANT which makes the fact that john let her get up to answer the phone in the first place kind of bad too, actually, oh boy.

doris: “john, if something was wrong you’d tell me, right?” john: “i’m not gonna lie to you, i don’t know. just lock the door behind me, i’ll try to call you as soon as i get this straightened out.” OMG WHAT. okay a) this is hilarious knowing as we do that doris was actually a highly trained cia agent/assassin and probably way more skilled than john and outranks him by far, fjdkfd, and b) i’ll give john a little credit for being somewhat honest and not just going with “no, everything’s totally fine, don’t worry”, but the answer he does give is almost worse because it’s so incredibly vague, holy shit. he says “i’m not gonna lie to you” and he doesn’t, but he also doesn’t tell doris who called or what they said or why he’s suddenly leaving for work in the middle of the night or why he thinks she needs to lock the door.

i’m only six minutes in at this point. i’m talking too much oh gosh

WAIT WAIT WAIT. john is offering himself up as a hostage, alone and unarmed and without backup, and THAT’s the “oh, i don’t know if there’s something wrong honey” situation he was leaving for? john. the fuck. now the “i’m not gonna lie” was definitely a lie after all.

the guy with the gun: “you’re such a good boy, john.” i respectfully disagree, my man.

the guy with the gun apparently killed his business partner and john arrested him (of course) and he and john have a talk about it where the guy is like “i shouldn’t have gone to prison!” and john is like “you got off lightly!” and it’s okay but. john is so smug about it and i hate that. he’s probably supposed to look bad ass and cool but i just. i just really dislike it. it’s this macho man thing and i’m not into it at all.

guy with gun, talking about his son: “you made sure he grew up without a father.” this, um, kind of made me laugh, because apparently that’s one of john’s specialties - for this guy’s kid by sending him (probably deservedly) to prison, sure, but later also his own kids by sending them away, fdjfkd. wow.

ooohhhh the gun guy said “steve, right?” and the frame kind of flipped to present day steve and that was very cool! i loved that.

2010 danny! and he’s talking to grace on the phone!!! already love it.

i also love that they gave him a baseball cap, presumably to hide the kind of obvious difference in hair that nine years brought.

danny kind of snubs the local food and it’s very 2010!him, but oh danny. it’s not the poor shop owner’s fault that your ex dragged you there against your will.

oh BOY. the shop gets robbed and the owner shot (which was expected, of course, when a main character wanders in there at night), and then danny asks the random woman shopping there to keep pressure on the owner’s wound until the ambulance gets there (which... he hasn’t called, and he also hasn’t told her to call for one, so that, uh, might take a long, long while) and then he takes the shop owner’s shotgun and RUNS AFTER THE SHOOTER. which is very heroic of him but also makes every single complaint he has in season 1 about steve’s daredevil approach to law enforcement VERY IRONIC.

oh, danny loses the guy and NOW he calls it in, fjdkfkd.

jerry is doing some smart tracking thing on the computer and it’s pretty regular h50 stuff but there’s an email adress on the screen that’s literally “gunlover[bunch of numbers]” and i’m screaming oh gosh

they already found the girl! but her dad is understandably not that jazzed about letting his daughter be investigated for murder. but good job on tracking her down so quickly!

2015 tani at a party!!! aww.

ohhh gosh koa is target shooting with the gun, which probably means he’s going to end up getting framed for something, oh no.

oh boy, tani has the same concerns so she confronts her boyfriend about it but she also knows her boyfriend’s in a gang and then the police comes knocking at his door about a murder, so that’s not going to end well.

ooh, 2015 tani was a police informant! and she’s talking to a pretty cool female detective and i appreciate that, even though you’d have to squint to count this scene as passing the bechdell test because almost every sentence references tani’s boyfriend, the boyfriend’s gang or tani’s brother.

steve and danny are interrogating a suspect together!! i might be completely wrong, but i feel like we haven’t seen that in a while.

suspect: “i don’t know if either of you guys are married, but even if it goes south, you can’t shut down some of those feelings, you know? like the ones that go right down into the core.” HMMM. INTERESTING. the camera is literally on danny’s face for a good portion of this, gosh.

they close their main case and i thought for a moment there was going to be some big twist because the episode isn’t near over yet, but instead they realize that this gun was used for a whole bunch of other crimes. it’s a “community gun”! i love that term, wow. how nice and cooperative of them all, sharing this one piece between them.

danny recognizes his case from the ones on the screen!!! and he tells the rest of them that he went to get a bite to eat on his first night in hawaii and that the store was robbed, and i’m kind of glad that at least the team seems to recognize that this is extraordinarily bad luck, ha.

also, steve barely reacts to danny’s story, so i’m taking that to mean that he definitely already knows it. which would make total sense! this seems like the kind of thing danny would rant about at some point during one of his “why i hate hawaii” tirades in season 1, but still, i like that. they know each other.

fjdkfjdk i LOVE how the whole team is standing there and piecing together the fact that they have connections to a ridiculous number of the crimes committed with this one gun, and jerry keeps commenting about how freaky it all is. this is so much fun, awww.

young john gets shot but of course he was wearing a vest, because he can’t die yet, because he needs to save that for a moment much later when he’s scarred his kids more and when he can die horribly on the phone with his son.

OKAY BUT “d. lukela”!!!! i’ve been watching the john bits very sceptically at this point but THIS I DID NOT SEE COMING and i ADORE IT.

john: “listen, duke, i’m not gonna lie to you man...” WHY do you keep saying that john, omfg. at least this time you’re telling the truth about not lying, i suppose. 50% not lying about not lying isn’t much, but it’s a start.

steve!! remembers!! that night!! and it’s because he was six and really scared because he knew something was wrong oh nooo

danny and tani talking in the car is super nice!!! and danny gets to drive the camaro for once which, wow, that’s pretty shocking

ahhhhh, the only thing this danny+car scene was missing was steve and then he CALLS. very good.

i just. listen. i just love danny. the way he keeps butting into the tense conversation between tani and this guy she used to know who she put in prison? it’s both hilarious and secretly very kind, because it’s making the moment so much more bearable for tani.

danny and tani find the guy from the convenience store robbery and he just turns around and puts his hands on his back to be cuffed when they ask him to! he doesn’t pull out a gun from somewhere or even try to run away! holy shit!

duke and steve are in california rounding off steve’s dad’s case and of course they get shot at before even knocking on the door and then the suspect runs for it, too. maybe it’s just steve. maybe their work would be a lot easier if steve’s presence didn’t magically make all the suspects shoot and run.

and the gun gets put away in a box in evidence storage, closing the case(s). aww. that’s a nice end.

okay, so, as much as i complain about john mcgarrett, i did really enjoy this episode very much! it was a really fun idea to have this gun travel around the island and use it to show little parts of characters’ backstories and i liked the execution of it too, plus the pacing was good and it had some funny moments and it had (very importantly) danny in it. and tani’s background!!! i think that was the one that surprised me most, because danny being a good cop with bad luck and steve having a not-so-great dad are a bit of a given at this point (though i still enjoyed seeing that, too!), but we knew precious little about tani’s life before five-0, and apparently there’s a huge story there. knowing what this episode showed us, i kind of want her to have a conversation with kamekona at some point - they both had a youth where they (almost) went the wrong direction, and they both got out of that in part for the sake of their brothers, and then they both ended up in the five-ohana somehow, which is probably not a place they ever saw themselves. i don’t know, i just love the idea of this unexpected friendship/understanding between two characters who don’t seem to have a lot in common at first glance.

also, more general comment: the funny thing is, until i watched this episode i hadn’t realized how much i missed this silly show and its silly characters over the past month. i totally did that not-watching-it thing to myself (not even intentionally, but still) and clearly it was more of a mistake than i realized because oh my god it felt good to see them all on my screen again, gosh. :D

#9.20 #h50 #this!! this is the kind of thing i want more of #*

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neonhelper · 5 years

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do you know why some gif pack suddenly have tiny gifs? like your cierra one? it's happened to a few people and idk if it's tumblr or what

Oh my gosh what?? I just checked and I did notice my two gifs on my GT post for Cierra are tiny for some reason, but it seems to only be tiny when I go to my blog! So when I go to the tags and see the post there, they’re normal size! And most importantly, I checked through my gif pages and all the gifs are normal sized like they’re supposed to be, which is good! So I have no idea why they’re appearing small on my blog, especially because it seems to happen at random? Like just took a stroll down my gif pack tag and the majority of the packs on my first page have tiny gifs, but then the next few pages are all regular sized like they’re supposed to be, it’s very weird. Scrolled through some other gif pack makers blogs as well, see the same trend on some people’s packs, while others don’t have any tiny gifs at all, so strange. It does seem to be a tumblr thing, because I just checked my rp account and one of my replies has a tiny gif on the blog, but the rest don’t, even though the gif itself isn’t tiny. It’s very weird, very much seems to be a tumblr flaw to me.

EDIT: Returning to this again because I still have no idea why this is happening, but it seems to have gotten worse? like legit, gifsets I posted within the last 24 hours that looked fine when I posted, now are blurry both on desktop and mobile on the dash, and I’ve got absolutely no idea why! I have like eight gifsets in my drafts right now to accompany the release of a gif pack, and it’s only the two recent ones I have for Rachael & Billie that both are just straight blurry, can barely make them out unless you click on them and then they sharpen. I’ve been scanning edit tags for different fandoms and noticed it seems to be a problem for smaller gifsets? Like 245(or 256 whatever the new dimension is) and smaller, every now and then I’ll see a set and it’ll be blurry, but big gifs are totally fine. It’s bizarre, and I’m a bit concerned now because now I don’t want to post anything new until they fix this shit because this wasn’t a thing literally 24 hours ago and now it is? IDK, if anyone knows anything about it, let me know please! I don’t believe it’s a coding thing or a dimensions thing because while some of my recent gifsets went blurry, ones before that aren’t and they’re all the same size (for ex. three out of my four recent Billie sets went blurry, but all my Billie sets before those three are still fine and sharp, in fact it’s weird bc my Billie sets for eps 3, 5, and 6 are blurry, but the set for ep 4 is just fine! so weird!), so idk why this just randomly happened, but I’m not a fan. I’m hoping it’ll fix itself.

#ask #tumblr help #gpntalk #gifs #tumblr #anonymous #this is weird i dont like it #i wasnt concerned when it was just gifposts but now my gifsets are compromised and I DONT LIKE IT

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pnf-lover98 · 6 years

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Cars 3 - Here For You

Hey, there!

I'm proud to show you my first Cars fanfiction!

I got the idea for this fanfiction after reading Whipplefilter's haiku seasons fict, on Tumblr.

I tried to balance everything, the heavier/more emotional scenes with the light and cute ones.

Hope you'll like it

Sally Carrera has never been much of a believer. Actually, she's barely got any religious faith at all. But there she is, parked in the waiting area next to the surgery rooms in one of Los Angeles' hospitals. Crying.

“Please, don't take him away!”, she prays, whispering over and over.

Mater calls her on the phone. It's already the fourth time the tow truck does so. He and the rest of the crew are staying together, just outside the race track stadium, and they're all as worried as Sally is.

“Sal! You know something yet?” the young man asks, to which Sally replies with a no.

The woman hesitates. “...Mater?”

“Yes?”

“I'm...scared” the blue car confesses.

Hearing this via speakerphone, Guido and Luigi glance at each other. “Bad sign”, the Fiat whispers; Sally's rarely scared of anything! Fillmore tries to calm everyone down; ”Don't worry! He's going to make it”, the bus says, loud enough so that the Porsche car can hear him on the other end of the phone.

Mater tells the woman to warn them when she will have some news, then the tow truck hangs up.

All Sally know is she doesn't know; she's never seen a car crash that bad, she can't tell how severe Lightning's injuries are...All she knows is that when doctors move around frantically is not a good sign, and that her whole world would break down without her beloved boyfriend.

The woman spends the next few hours recalling the events of that afternoon. The crowded stadium, a race like many others, and then Storm getting the first place, that rushed pit-stop, the crash, her heart stopping....And she prays, hoping everything will go well.

Eventually, one of the doctors drives up to her and tells her that the operation went well, but that Lightning has a pretty bad head trauma, so he'll be unconscious for a while. It shouldn't have any permanent consequence, though, the doctor reassures her. Sally lets out a relieved sigh, glad that her Stickers is alive.

From the very moment doctors allow her to, the woman stays by Lightning's side as much time as she can. That very evening, even though she's tired, she remains at the hospital for one more hour, until Mater relieves her. The next morning, Sally loses herself in her thoughts as she stares at the race car resting in his coma. The silence in the room is broken only by the regular beeping of the heartbeat monitor.

McQueen's friends come to visit him, too; some times it's Mater, sone others Cal and Bobby, one time it's Luigi... But Sally is the one who stays the most. And she talks to Lightning, telling him all the little daily things she can think of, she tells him about the sweet get-well-soon messages his fans from all over the world are publishing online.

As time goes on, after the first few days, Sally's patience starts to run out; all that uncertainty is killing her. She doesn't know how much longer Lightning will be asleep, and the only thing she and her friends can do is wait.

The morning of the eight day after the accident, Sally breaks down. “Please, wake up!” she whispers to Lightning, her front tire close to his. “It's been a week...and I miss you so much! I want to hear your voice again...”

She leans softly against him. The night before she barely slept at all, nightmares kept her up for most of the time, and the hospital room is so silent, with the soft light coming in through the window, and so she dozes off.

McQueen's slightest movement, and the dim noise of his engine starting to buzz interrupt her light sleep. Startled, the woman jolts awake, only to find that Lightning's eyes are slowly opening. In a flash, Sally shifts from surprise to cheer.

“Oh my gosh! Lightning, you're awake!” her eyes are damp with tears of joy.The other car takes a confused look around the hospital room. “Good morning, honey” Sally says with a soft smile. “How do you feel?”

“Sore” McQueen replies, with a pained look on his face. After a short silence, the car calls the other: “...Sal?”

“Yes?”

“What happened?”, Lightning asks. “My mind is all blurry!”

“You...crashed during last week's race” his girlfriend explains. “You were brought to the ER, doctors fixed you...and then you stayed in a coma for a whole week”

“Woah...” Lightning just stares, in a loss of words. What Sally just said is a lot of information to deal with.

“Well I...I'll go and call the nurse now, to warn her that you woke up” the woman says.

When she's almost out of the door, her boyfriend calls her back in; “Sally, wait...!”

The Porsche turns around to face him.

“I...I love you” McQueen says.

“I love you too”, the woman replies with a fond smile.

An hour later it's Mater's turn to visit the race car. The tow truck bursts inthe room, all excited to finally be able to talk with his best friend. “McQueen!!”

“Mater!”

“Dude, I'm so happy you're finally awake! We missed ya so much!”

“...you did?”

“Of course! We were all so worried! You had to see it; the whole stadium froze when they saw you crash” the tow truck tells his friend. “Guido and Luigi panicked; I was about to, but good ol' Fillmore knew how to calm us down. Poor Sally followed the ambulance all the way to here, and she waited for doctors to fix you”

Seeing McQueen's eyes darken, Mater immediately adds “But hey, now everything is over. You're here, you're gonna be fine, and this is all that matters”

When the visit time is over, and Lightning is left alone in his hospital room, he starts to lose himself in his thoughts. He survived what everyone described to be a terrible crash, and he just woke up from a coma. He could have died. But what stuns him the most are mater's words.

“We missed ya so much”

After spending his whole youth surrounded by people that didn't care about him (or even worse, that he didn't care about), that pretended to love him just because his name was getting famous around the racing world, hence a youth spent feeling alone amongst fake relationships... he finally found something real. Real friends, who were genuinely nice with him, and a real love story with a woman he loved whole-hartedly.

It's not like McQueen to get this emotional, but these thoughts, together with the events he's just gone through, make him feel thankful, and warm him on the inside.

* * * * *

It's the third week since McQueen's crash. The race car now is starting to heal and recover; he's back in Radiator Springs, among his friends and the familiar landscapes.

He can barely move, though. Mater has to carry him around most of the time, and this is both frustrating and humiliating, to Lightning's eyes. So, he prefers to move as little as he can.

Sally has been providing Lightning with whatever he may need, and she's there to watch over his therapy exercises. Some times she has to slow him down when he wants to go beyond the doctor's orders, some other times she has to convince him to follow them in the first flace.

This is one of the latter days.

“Come on, Stickers, come outside!” Sally calls for her boyfriend. Next to her there are Mater and Red.

“No, thanks. I'm fine like this” Lightning replies.

“You need a shower, Stinky!” the Porsche says. “Come out, so that we can help you wash”

“Stinky?” McQueen asks surprised. “Wasn't I Stickers?”

“Not as long as you won't let Red do his job” his girlfriend replies with a chuckle. “Now, come out”

When the race care replies with another “no”, Sally decides to opt for plan B; threats. “Don't make me go and call Sarge!” the woman frowns.

Sighing, Lightning gives in and slowly starts rolling toward the doors of the garage.

“Buddy! You're doing great!” Mater says, cheerful as usual.

McQueen comes to a stop, wincing. “Yeah, it's really awesome!” the car replies sarcastic, “I managed to drive for a whole car body lenght before this stinging pain came back!”

Sally lets out a sigh. Her boyfriend has been in a constant bad mood, lately. She can understand him, though. He's used to drive for very long times, he loves to run fast, and now all this forced rest is annoying him.

Once the cleaning process is over, Lightning slowly rolls back in the garage, and Mater and Red leave the other two cars alone.

“A whole body lenght is still a lot more than what you could do two days ago”, Sally reassures Lightning.

“What if...I'll never be able to run again?” the race car asks, his voice low. “I mean, not even at a racing level, just...running in general. What if I'll always be able to move this little?”. He's never been so unsure about his future.

Sally gives him a sympathetic smile. “Stickers, you have to give yourself time; you're only starting to recover! Everything will be fine” the blue car drives by her boyfriend's side. “Soon you'll be back pacing along the town's roads with the rest of us” Sally says, leaning against Lightning. “And then some day you'll train again on Willy's Butte track, and you'll have once again those sparkles in your eyes that running always gives you”. This thought makes her smile.

Picturing what his girlfriend says makes the other car smile too, but only for a moment. He's still not convinced.

“But in the mean time, we have to face this hard moment. And we'll get through it, together” Sally continues, bringing both of them back to the present time.

“Do you promise?” Lightning asks.

“I do, Stickers”

#lightning mcqueen #sally carrera #fanfiction #my ficts #pixar cars #salqueen #cars 3

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papervelvet · 7 years

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midnight rain

Well… I don’t know if you see this, @disarmingly , cause god knows what tumblr sometimes does with the tagging and everything, but if you do… I’ll keep this short ( ◞･౪･).

I don’t know how you’re doing, I wish I knew and I wish for every shooting star I load up with my desire to send some good energy to the people who need it reaches you in one way or another. It’s a long way, but they’re shooting stars after all ( •⌄• ू )✧.

Posting this makes me really anxious, because 1) it’s not the first time I wrote something close to a story in English, but the first time I’m actually posting it and 2) it’s supposed to make you feel… something.

I started writing this out of the blue last Wednesday, cause I was thinking about your stories a lot and therefore I was thinking about you and therefore I was really sad, because the only thing I can do to show how much your words and you mean to me is with much too long and much too unpersonal asks and maybe maybe this is a small increase in giving you the appreciation you deserve..

It’s nothing big, it’s pretty much the shortest thing I ever wrote and for some it might be the most meaningless piece of writing ever contributed to the fandom, but it’s Yoonkook, it’s a warm and blooming falling-in-love-moment in an environment that we’re all much too familiar with and it’s somehow here because of you and your ability to inspire.

AHH I’m scared of clicking post— but the more I reread it, the more mistakes I notice….. (sorry for every error and mistake btw)

((short summary: Yoongi has to audition for a job as a pianist in Hong Kong and nothing’s going well. When Jungkook shows up, the night’s filled with sparks and raindrops.))

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“Good evening.“

Yoongi gets startled so bad his fingers loose hold of the lighter and the cigarette, and he watches both collide with the ground. The lighter lands close to a black shoe that’s not his own and the cigarette turns into a muddy gray within seconds - the asphalt being drowned in a layer of rainwater that reflects the throbbing city lights.

“I’m sorry, I-” The owner of the black shoes turns out to be the source of the greeting and while Yoongi has trouble biting back a surge of words, he also feels stupid and embarrassed and so, so incapable. But before he can pick up his lighter a hand reaches out to him, presenting the white plastic and a new cigarette, completely fine and dry.

That’s when he looks up for the first time. “I didn’t mean to… Do that.” The gentle words come with a smile that lets all the dizzying street lights and roaring cars fade into the background, muting every shrill sound and soothing down Yoongi’s hasty anger so easily it makes him even more insecure.

“Yeah, no, it’s- It’s okay.” Yoongi tries to smile back and it’s an expression he became so unfamiliar with that it feels weird; even more so because it’s genuine and warm, his muscles submitting to his heart with almost no resistance.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he settles on taking the objects out of the stranger’s hand, just to fill in the quietness with an awkward and carefully thought out move.

“It’s really cold,” the boy states and observes his own breath as he speaks, the sentence visible in the form of instantly fading clouds. Yoongi’s a little overwhelmed by the childish wonder that comes with the soft tone of the stranger’s voice and he nearly forgets to put the lighter and the cigarette back into his pocket.

“Oh… You’re not gonna smoke? I mean- You’re allowed to, really, I wasn’t-” “Nah…,” Yoongi draws out, half a smile on his face, whole of a too loud heartbeat in his chest.

“It’s really cold,” he repeats, rubbing his hands together, and he beams a little, because there’s a tranquil shyness hovering over the boy’s face as he doesn’t break their eye contact once.

“Good evening, by the way,” Yoongi says. It’ s like a big realization that enters the stranger’s mind, and Yoongi almost chuckles. “Sorry, I- Gosh. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to ask if you’ re- okay.”

It’s hard for Yoongi to process the words, but after a while he understands and he feels – again – nothing but lost. October feels too dark and Hong Kong like too far away from home. Busy cities and lonely nights have their way of crushing down your soul, making it taste like hopelessness and turning it into a dead weight inside of your body.

Yoongi recalls the last 12 hours. How his hands kept going and going, kept hurting and being anything but obedient. Big rooms with red silk chairs and a stage and in the middle of it a piano so foreign to him that he tried to introduce himself to it, hoping to get a handle of the thick keys and a connection to the howling sounds it spat out, but he only heard a tune where he needed to feel a story.

“Do you want to talk? I mean, I saw you leaving the building and you looked really- It just felt wrong letting you pass…” Yoongi has trouble accepting that a stranger can have an effect similar to a tender song, so prudent and grounding that it’s hard to see how this offer’s just words, this invitation just a smiling face, framed in neatly cut bangs and adorned with eyes that seem to have no ground or end whatsoever, just the gleaming spark of youth and openness Yoongi misses in every corner of this world.

“Yeah. To be honest, I… Yeah, I want to talk.” It’ s such a relief he doesn’t really feel the raindrops hit his cheeks with new intensity, just notices how something inside of the boy lights up, turns from hope into confidence and makes itself known in the way he signals Yoongi to come with him.

“I’m Jungkook,” he tells him over the weather building up around them, transforming into actual noise that’s accompanied by wind and water and shouldn’t feel this liberating, this special, when it was just rain, just that and nothing else.

“Yoongi.” It feels more like an answer than a statement and Yoongi grabs onto anything – the harsh fast-slow-fast-fast cadence of the wind beating against his chapped lips, the subtle, obvious sureness with which Jungkook starts to walk, looking at Yoongi to check if he’s following – trying to hide his humming, jumping heartbeat with hurried steps until he’s next to him.

“Where are we going?” Yoongi asks. To give this situation some sort of definite, justified, tangible feeling.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook says, but his blinding features, his carefully careless smile say otherwise.

“Not back into there,” he adds and Yoongi’s gaze lands on Jungkook’s pointed finger before it focuses on the huge illuminated facade of the opera, showing its teeth in the form of complex architecture and a subliminal perfectionism that Yoongi just wants to escape from.

“Not back into there,” Yoongi confirms and how words can feel like a solution, how a night sky can fix your sadness and guide a new found golden trust to the right parts of your heart, how the sounds of shoes hitting asphalt can break misery and loneliness so nondescript, has him hearing Jungkook’s chuckle in the way one perceives the sweet tone of a moonlit field.

The corner of his vision shows Yoongi two blurry reflections of bodies in the vivid, color-splashed window surfaces of Hong Kong’s streets. Walking through the rain, leaving but arriving.

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(Hey ummm… It’s butterfly anon :)

#Yoonkook #Sugakookie #fic #angsty but lighthearted #heavy fast breathless love #first fic #so... a debut lol #bts

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angelalpha16 · 7 years

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MC waking up to the reality

This will be the first time for me to write a mysme fic because Zen came to my dreams last night and it's... well... just read if you want to know what happened. I am quite sad that I need to accept Zen isn’t real. :(

It was 12:00am and I was waiting for another chat to pop. It's my 10th day and I have repeated playing this game a hundred times just to keep him alive in my life. He was my first route and I locked myself to him alone. I played all the DLCs just to get to him. Just to keep receiving his call, chat, text. I was in love with him like how I repeat this game to believe myself that he loves me and fill that loneliness I had been experiencing for a while. The April fools DLC Normal end struck me and now, I somehow slightly believe that he is somewhere out there loving me. For me, that was enough.

"Hey, Cheonsa. Are you free tomorrow? I need a runner for this wedding."

Meo yeon, my coworker texted me asking for assistance at a wedding event tomorrow.

"Sure." I replied.

I went back reading fics on tumblr and chuckled at every Zen headcannons I read. I checked the time. WHAT?! It's 2am already.

Alright. I need to control myself just as Zen can control his beast. I need to sleep now for tomorrow's work.

I kissed my phone's lockscreen goodnight. (It was Zen's CG on the other dimension, trapped)

"Hey Cheonsa. Thanks for coming. Can you please make sure the bridemaids are all ready at 10 o'clock?"

"Okay will check."

I knocked at a room filled with ladies. All of them are chuckling teasing the bride about how lucky she is for marrying a handsome man.

"You really are the luckiest woman on earth. I am really really jealous of you to be honest."

"Me too. Marrying this very handsome guy, gosh. You have to make a lot of kids!"

"Of course he'll end up marrying me. I knew my ways into him!"

"Oh my gosh. What do you mean?"

"I just have to get silver hearts!"

"Excuse me. Good morning. We'll pick up the bridesmaids at 10 o'clock. I hope you're ready."

"Cheonsa, you don't need to come to the church. Make sure everything on the reception is on place now. Especially that photobooth! They weren't responding this morning."

"Alright. I got you, Meo Yeon."

I came to the reception with sparkling eyes as I see how grandeur this wedding is. It was a garden setting with lovely flowers all around. There were hanging lights with elegant vines from the tent ceiling. The floor is filled with petals and crawling ornamental plants. It is a fairy tale kind of wedding.

I marveled at all the details that fascinated me, even the chairs and tables have these elegant-looking vines crawling at their feet.

Then my eyes came to the bride and groom's lair. It is the center of this astonishing venue. The arch was filled with white amaryllis above it. Vines flow from the arch with the magnificent little blooms. The flowers reminded me of Zen. It seems like he was as pretty as the venue.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" one of the assitants interfered with my fascnitation. "I bet a lot of thousand dollars have been burned to wed famous people with this."

"Famous?"

"A famous musical actor is to wed a daughter of a rich politician man. A cliche pair."

"What a coincidence."

"What is?"

"Nothing."

It was weird that I was thinking of Zen when I heard that the groom was also a famous musical actor. I was too busy running different errands today to even know who's going to wed.

"Back to work." I told myself.

Hmmm... band - check. Host - check. The photobooth...

Oh. they're setting up now.

"Cheonsa! Omg. You won't believe this!" one of the assistants came running to me.

"What is it?"

"The groom! He's a famous musical actor!"

"Oh. well, yeah. I heard."

"He's that handsome man from that game you're playing!"

The game? My coworkers know I've been obsessed playing Mystic Messenger. I've told them my standards of an ideal man. And of course, it is Zen.

"Game...?"

"Yeah! That one you're chatting with the whole day!"

"You- you mean Zen?"

"Yes! It's Zen!"

I laughed. "Does he have a long pony-tailed silver hair too?"

"Of course! It's really Zen!"

I laughed it off and resumed working.

I am confused. But I thought it was funny. I know no musical actor from where I come from. So the groom might be similar to Zen. I was quite excited about that.

The reception is about to start. He really is famous. The venue was packed with celebrity faces. Some are famous businessmen. Some are actors and actresses who really are known.

But why. I don't know who the bride and the groom is. It was strange that I've been working all day without knowing their names.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let us all welcome-" The host began. "The newly weds. Mr. and Mrs. Ryu!"

Ryu? My heart was racing this time. I feel like everything became so weird now that I heard the couple's last name. I anxiously turned to face the door as it welcomed the couple.

The April fools DLC normal ending 2 played in my mind.

Zen was real. He knows I am in a different dimension. His words made me cry my heart out as he promised to find me. I don't expect for it to be real but it did leave a scar in my heart.

"I'll always be here so you could come see me whenever you want... use me. Don't hesitate to come find me. If someone in that dimension gives you a hard time, just think of me. When you're bored and missed me too."

"At first, I couldn't stand the fact that you're in another dimension but now, I'm okay with it. Do you know why? I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions. Even if I can never touch you, I know that the feelings we have towards each other can't be trapped in any dimension. That, let's me endure... all the waiting I have to do. Even when your eyes turn away from me and return to your real life, I'll be sending my love across all the dimensions.

I'm sure you think of me from time to time during your day. When you do, just remember, that's the moment my love's done the impossible to cross dimensions and reach you."

"I love you, Cheonsa. Let's be forever"

Zen's lines had my tears falling. I felt so unloved I've been relying to the love this character has given me. I was comforted. I feel content.

Then I thought. You are just a game. A lot of us have been playing this game. There are a lot of MCs in this world who are obsessed with you.

You might enter this dimension and find out that we are all the MCs you're looking for.

It made me cry even more. It hurts to think you weren't even real.

But I let it go.

I want to believe your love for me.

I let my selfish fantasies to live.

I let you live inside my heart.

The bride and groom happily waved at the crowd while holding hands. The crowd cheered more except me.

The groom is wearing a white tuxedo with a white amaryllis on its pocket. He has a long silver hair pony-tailed to his back. His ruby eyes express glee as he smiled to everyone in the room and then, to his now wife. When I saw his face, I felt like I was stabbed. My heart suddenly stopped. He is not just any man who is similar to Zen, or looks like Zen. He is Zen. For real. He is really so handsome I can feel my breath taken away. My knees weaken and my eyes became blurry.

"Zen?" I murmured as I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Everyone came rushing to my aid when I half-opened my eyes.

"Cheonsa? Babe are you okay? Wake up my princess!" The voice sounded familiar.

I saw a blurry silver hair in front of me.

ZEN!

I forced to open my eyes and got up. I thought my strength was back but I was still weak. The blurry face is now a clear face of Meo Yeon.

"Cheonsa, can you hear me? Let's take her out."

I looked to where Zen is.

His worried eyes looking into the commotion I caused.

But that was it.

The man I used to be obsessed with is a real person. I can't understand how it happened. I don't understand why it felt strange. I thought he was a fictional character.

I've been taken away from the scene.

I was the wedding assistant who passed out on his wedding day. He would definitely remember me.

But I will definitely remember him as the character I fell in love with.

A character I never thought can break my heart for real.

He came to this world to look for MC.

But that MC... is not me.

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