#i forgot that after i did all my tags so not i gotta redo | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tryingmydarndest · 3 years

Text

Thank You (Luka Couffaine x Reader)

Summary (Part 1/probably 3): The author goes on a bit of a tangent about how Y/N goes on a bit of a tangent about Viperion. Who may just have a little, big ol' crush on them?

Tags: -not enough actual relationship -fluff -but like, a weird sprinkling of angst that I didn't plan on right at the end???

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by this fic by @seriously-sirius-black <3. Luka? OOC? Idk, probably, I don’t write fanfic. But I am actually kinda proud of how well Alya turned out. Writing this made me realize how much of a mom friend I apparently headcanon her as. I wrote this gender-and-as-everything-else-neutral as I can make it (lemme know if you see ways I can improve, tho idk how much more fanfic I'll even be writing). Also, I freakin' RAMBLE and overuse italics, but ya get what ya get and ya don't gotta fret. Ooh, important note for future parts (if i write them) - this is a kinda!au where the miraculous users keep their miraculous. also if I had a nickel for every time I get awkwardly specific about the placement of both of a character’s hands I’d have TWO nickels. Happy reading!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Part I - Paris's Cutiest Heroes

The look currently on Marinette’s face as she sputtered out a response was priceless, “Cat Noir? Cat Noir!? What makes you think I’d find Cat Noir attractive at all? And- and- HIM- the cutest superhero! Ridiculous!”

“Utterly ridiculous?”

“Nice one, Alya”

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” you gave Alya a high five on your way to your seat next to Juleka and Rose on the couch facing Marinette and Alya. A sunny Friday after school was the perfect place for Kitty Section and their entourage to hang out. Unfortunately without Ivan and Mylène, seeing as their anniversary called for a private celebration. After pushing a couple couches onto the deck of The Liberty, Alya had predictably started talking about Paris's resident hero team. Today, she chose to ask everyone who they deemed the cutest, and she made sure to jump on Marinette's... interesting response, “And girl, he has the same silky golden hair and dreamy emerald eyes as Adrien Agreste. What’s utterly ridiculous is you freaking out and dodging every time we bring up superheroes!”

The designated snack-boy, Luka, walked out precariously carrying three bowls of goodies for everyone, “Alright, I got more popcorn. Sorry, but looks like we’re out of cheese flavoring, Y/N”

“Oh... that’s fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting it since I forgot to ask,” your free hand not reaching for the bowl rubbed the back of your neck, “but thanks for remembering.”

“Oh, um yeah- Always," is it creepy to remember something so specific? Someone as nice as Y/N wouldn't be interested in some creep. Ugh. Luka took a seat with his own bowl after passing Alya and Marinette theirs. He ended up next to you on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch, dangerously close to touching your legs.

Rose reached for the popcorn as she interjected, “You know, Alya does have a point. So Marinette, why don’t you just tell us who you think the cutest superhero is, if you don’t like us guessing?”

Somehow Marinette’s face went even paler as she spoke, “What- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t thought- Wha- what about Y/N? Why aren’t you interrogating them?”

Alya crossed her arms, “Because Y/N says the same thing about the same hero every day. Just watch. Ahem, Y/N, care to weigh in on the cuteness level of our lovely Parisian superheroes?”

You looked up from the bowl you had stolen back from Rose with wide eyes, "Hey! Okay, no, that is not fair! Besides, what is our criteria for 'cute'? I mean... Are we going just by physical characteristics? Is costume a factor? What about the animal they're representing, could our opinion of that make this whole thing unfair? And cuteness is so subjective anyway... Why are we even reducing these amazing and honorable superheroes to just their looks? I mean we could be talking about skill, or their powers or power lev-"

"-And your answer would be exactly the same. Seriously, are you done trying- and might I add, failing- to talk yourself out of this one yet? Or should I just read the article you wrote for the Ladyblog?"

"You said you deleted that!"

Luka had perked his head up at your initial fumbling response and turned to you when he spoke, "You wrote an article? That's pretty cool."

You rubbed your face to try and distract yourself from the burning embarrassment, "Umm, yeah. But it was terrible and extremely not. worth. publishing." You hoped the glare you sent the girl in question was enough to scare her into deleting it on the spot, or to at least lie about it, "So Alya kindly deleted it, right?"

Sitting up with a smug look and crossed arms severely lowered your faith that she'd keep quiet. "A good journalist archives everything. Especially something as juicy as one of her besties going on for five thousand words about how dreamy the great Viperion is," dramatically fake-fainting into Marinette's lap, Alya could barely finish before bursting out in laughter. Of course, quickly followed by the others joining in to varying degrees. Juleka and Rose happily giggled to themselves, Marinette looked more relieved that the heat was off her, and Luka seemed to be shocked, or maybe just holding back to see how you were taking this.

Horribly. Horribly embarrassed would describe how you were taking this conversation. You sat there stock-still as you hoped that none of the others could hear your heart's desperate attempts to pound its way out of your chest. That's certainly all you could hear, at least until Alya's voice brought you out of it, "Hey, it's fine," she made her way over to sit next to you as she continued, "We all have our little hero crushes. That's why I bring it up all the time, to show you that it's totally normal! I mean, we all know how I could go on about Carapace for days," Alya gestured for the others to continue, and used her other hand to try and comfort you.

"Well, I find Ladybug to be just absolutely adorable and so kind.... oh it just makes me so happy knowing she's keeping all of Paris safe," Rose added softly.

Juleka brushed a strand of hair aside as she spoke, "Rena Rouge is super mysterious, pretty rad in my opinion."

Alya was rubbing your back like the mom friend she is to try and help encourage you, "See? Super normal, so go ahead and release all this pent up Viperion energy that I know you have. Maybe it'll encourage Marinette here to finally join in the fun!" Alya stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who responded promptly by smashing her face into a pillow.

You just sighed, "I mean- it’s- it can't just-'' were you supposed to just get over it all just like that? Well, at least the embarrassment was wearing off, maybe you could just entertain her for a bit, "Well- um, you see.... HisHairJustLooksReallySoftAnd- you know what. Nope. Can't do anymore of this. Yep- that's all you're getting out of me!" This time when everyone started giggling, you were able to comfortably join them. It was a nice feeling.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A nice evening chilling out with your friends was always welcome, especially with the rising number of akumatizations making that less possible. But the night had come to a close. Alya and Marinette went home, Juleka was walking Rose back herself, and Luka and you had volunteered to clean up. Luka stopped drying the cup in his hand for a minute as he looked at you, “Um, I know it might not be my place, but I want you to know that you don’t have to be embarrassed about the whole... Viperion thing.” God, how am I supposed to take the news that MY crush has a crush on.... Sort of me? Am I supposed to count it as me at all?

“Oh, um. Yeah, thanks. I think I’m over the embarrassment now that it’s out. I don’t know, it’s just that a lot of people think it’s weird since he’s kind of a new hero,” how are you supposed to explain this to him? That you kept such a non-issue secret from him, especially without getting suspiciously defensive about it. “And then people use that to try and say that I only like him for his looks..... And that’s not it! I don’t know, it’s kind of.... A lot? To explain, that is.” This was not going well.

“Oh... Well, what is it? That you like about him, I guess.”

This was so not going well. But he was waiting for a response so... “Uh, well I guess it did kinda start..... that way.... but then I started doing research. I learned about his power and saw videos of his fights. He’s really good! Especially for being so new, which kinda goes into why his power makes me like him so much.” Shit. Rambling, I’m just talking and talking and I need to stop. But how am I supposed to change the subject now? And now Luka’s sitting down, and he seems so invested. Why does this have to happen to me?

“What do you mean by that?”

Luka’s voice kindly shuts your little thought-spiral in its tracks. What were you saying? Oh, Viperion’s powers! You can talk about this, you know this. Just keep talking, at least he seems interested in it, “Well, you know how he can go back and redo the last couple of minutes?” Luka nodded, “Well, we always see the time that worked out. Us civilians get to keep going from the one time it all went right. Just imagine all the times he failed, all the times he couldn’t get it right. It could be dozens, maybe even hundreds of times! He must get so discouraged at some point, I mean I know I would.... I guess I didn’t really think about it at first, but.... but, I doubt I could keep that determination, and I’m so glad Paris has a hero who can, and does.”

Silence. Why was it so quiet? Oh no, he thinks I’m weird. He must think-

“All of this from ‘his hair looks soft’?”

“Hey! You can’t tell me not to be embarrassed, then make fun of me! That’s against the rules!”

Luka chuckled as he said, “Against what rules, exactly?”

“The Rules Of Best Friendship, duh!”

“And who exactly said you were my best friend?”

“Well... your loss, I guess. Now you won’t get an invitation when I plan Rose and Juleka’s wedding,” you brushed off his offended glare as you took the seat next to him.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’d take my side.”

I’d take your side, too. I will always take your side. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

A/N the sequel: I am super bad at finishing things, but I really wanna keep motivated to finish this (like I have a full, probably 3 part, plan for this). If you guys want to help, shoot me a message and I'll send you a link to the google doc I'm writing this on. Feel free to leave a little comment (pls be kind, obviously) and see my writing process! Idk, would any of you guys be interested in that? Would you just get annoyed at having already read the thing before I post it?

#luka couffaine x reader #luka couffaine #mircaulous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculous luka #miraculous lb #the tales of ladybug and cat noir #luka couffaine fanfic #luka couffaine imagine #im gonna hate seeing this show up when i search luka x reader #but imma have to deal with it #mmmmmmm #we love anxiety here #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

252 notes · View notes

notalwaysthevillian · 3 years

Text

My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.2k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 2: Best Room Contest

Dinner had been delicious, with hardly anyone taking because we were busy stuffing our faces. I got sandwiched between Kirishima and Mina, the latter of which was chatting about how awesome dorm life would be.

“The girls can take clean up duty.” Mina declared as soon as everyone was finished.

The boys didn’t argue, heading into the common room to hang out without another word.

“Mina, I’m sure we could’ve convinced some of them to clean up.” Jirou huffed as she leaned back against the kitchen counter.

Mina shrugged as she started filling the sink with soapy water. “Yeah, probably, but now we can have some girl time. Plus I wanted to ask Nami about her quirk, aren’t you curious?!”

Holding back a smile, I activated my quirk. There were a few gasps as the water followed my hand motions, starting to rinse the dishes.

“Ooooh, that’s so cool!” Thankfully Hagakure talked with her hands a lot, so I knew it was her.

“Sooooo, I have a fun idea.” We had to wait a moment for Mina to continue as she scrubbed a particularly crusted dish. “What if we had a room contest? To see who has the coolest room?”

“You just want to see the boys’ rooms.” I teased, poking her in the side.

She flung her hands in the air, sending soapy water everywhere. “Well, duh!”

“Ew!” Uraraka shrieked as the water soaked her.

Flicking my wrist, I pulled the water out of her clothes and put it back in the sink. “My quirk can come in really handy with dishes.”

“Can you shoot water from your hands?” Tsu had a finger on her chin. “Or do you pull it from the air?”

“More of the second one.” I gestured to the open air around us. “There’s almost always water in the air, or the potential to make water. So I pull the molecules around to create it, and then I can manipulate it. As long as something is mostly water I can control it, but it has to be like…95% water. I wouldn’t be able to control soup, but I could control sweat. Maybe? I’m not really sure, I haven’t tried.”

“You’ll have to tell Deku about your quirk.” Uraraka leaned against one of the chairs. “He takes notes on all of our quirks and keeps them in this notebook that he carries around. He’ll want all the details.”

“I wish I knew everything about it. There’s still a lot I’m figuring out.”

She gave me a smile. “We all are! Mr. Aizawa is a great teacher, he’ll help you learn everything!”

“So??” Mina interrupted, having finished the last dish. “Are we gonna have a competition or what?”

“Can I change into something else first?”

“Hagakure, no one can see you.”

“Still!”

“Okay, okay.” Yao-Momo held up her hands, silencing everyone. “Why don’t we all change and then go ask the boys? If they don’t want to participate, we shouldn’t force them.”

The girls departed, each of us slipping into sleepwear. I threw on some shorts and one of my comfy band t-shirts before meeting the girls downstairs.

Mina and Hagakure lead the way, darting into the common area.

“So the girls and I have been taking and-”

“We have a great idea!”

“Let’s see who has the coolest room!”

Midoriya started panicking, but I realized that a few people were missing.

“Hey, Uraraka,” I nudged her, keeping my voice low. “Where’s Tsu?”

“She didn’t feel good, so she’s resting.”

“Oh, I hope she feels better by tomorrow.”

Tsu seemed cool, and she’d been fine when we were doing dishes, but I didn’t want to pry. Maybe it was some frog thing that happened at night that I didn’t know about.

I realized that everyone had headed upstairs and they were looking around Deku’s room. Uraraka disappeared from my side to look around.

“You’re such a fan boy!”

Glancing in I saw a lot of posters of All Might. He had been the number one hero until recently, with the incident in Kamino Ward. He was a cool hero, but he’d never been my all time favorite.

“You know, Deku’s smart. This will all be worth a lot someday.” I caught the look on Deku’s face and laughed. “If you can part with it.”

“Does this mean they’re judging our rooms too?” I heard Kaminari ask from the doorway.

I put one arm on his shoulder, standing on tiptoe to try and get closer to his height. “Well yeah, I gotta judge where I’m gonna be spending most of my time.”

His face flamed immediately, making me, Kirishima, and Sero laugh.

“You’re really cool, Nami. I’ve never seen a girl flirt back so hard.” Sero said through his laughter.

Kaminari shifted so he could get an arm over my shoulders. “Anything for you, princess.”

The nickname sent a shockwave through me, or was that his quirk. I tensed immediately, feeling my control slip as memories flooded my brain.

“Woah, hey.” Kaminari’s voice was softer now, and he pulled me away from the crowd. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean-”

“It’s not your fault.” I managed to get out, cringing as I heard my voice crack. “I just - I - please don’t call me princess.”

“I won’t do it again.” He held up a hand as though swearing an oath. “Future boyfriend’s honor.”

That broke the tension, getting a small smile from me. “Thanks.”

“We’re missing Tokoyami’s room.” He gently guided me to the open doorway. “Woah.”

“Honestly, I could nap in here.”

The room was pretty dark, with glowing purple accents around the place.

We continued on, with Aoyama’s room looking exactly as I’d pictured, and all of us agreeing to skip Mineta’s room.

“So, the third floor then?” Uraraka asked, the other girls agreeing immediately.

“Hey, why are only the boys getting picked on?” Mineta’s voice rang out down the hall. “Nami’s room is on this floor too, I don’t see you ripping her door open.”

Everyone looked at me, and I shrugged. “It’s just a room, go ahead. A few of you have already seen it anyway.”

“What? Before me?” Kaminari darted over and opened my door. “Woah, super chill vibes.”

Mina glanced around. “You really like the color blue, don’t you?”

“Says Miss Pink!”

“You might be able to get Mr. Aizawa to let you have some fish in this fountain.” Koda swished the water around a little. “The water is the perfect temperature.”

“We used to have a Koi pond at home, do you think he’d be cool with that?”

Koda’s eyes lit up. “We should ask!”

“There’s a lot of benefits to having a koi pond.” Iida started going off with facts. Most people headed to the next floor, but I listened to a few more. “It would have a good calming effect. Koda could practice his quirk.”

“I could practice mine too.” I cut in.

Iida looked at me. “Apologies, I hadn’t asked what your quirk is.”

“No big deal! I call it Wave. I can essentially create water particles out of the air? I’m sure there’s a better scientific explanation, but I don’t know all the specifics.”

“That’s interesting. Perhaps we could go over it some other time? The others are eager to move on, and my room is on the next floor.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he ran up the stairs.

I joined in time to see Ojiro looking disappointed. His room looked pretty plain, so I shuffled into the rest of the group to see the next room.

“Wow, it looks like a library in here!” Ochaco said as we walked in.

Iida was happy to show off his room, including the rows of glasses he had in case they broke in training.

Kaminari’s room was next, with all of the girls insulting it immediately. He sighed as they moved on, looking really down.

“I think it looks cozy.”

He flashed me a quick smile. “You really are perfect.”

“I’m really not -”

“Perfect for me.”

That comment had me blushing, as much as I tried to hold it back. I put a hand on his face, shoving him backwards. “Come on, there’s still plenty of rooms to see.”

“Do any of the rest of them matter now that you’ve seen mine?”

“Koda has a bunny!” I heard one of the other girls squeal.

I darted off to join them, hearing Kaminari whine. “No fair, we don’t get pets!”

We moved on to the next floor, avoiding Bakugo’s room since he was sleeping. Kirishima yawned, making Mina run off to his room next.

“You can sleep after!”

Kirishima’s room looked more like a gym than a bedroom, and Shoji’s barely had anything at all.

“We’ll finish the boys’ rooms, and then move onto the girls’. Next floor!”

Sero’s room had more of an exotic feel to it, which none of us had been expecting. Todoroki had somehow managed to redo some of the doors even, turning it into a Japanese getaway.

“How did you remodel this entire room in just one day?!” Mineta threw his hands in the air.

“With hard work.”

“Shit, Todoroki.” I leaned in the doorframe. “I’m calling you to remodel.”

“Last up is Sato!”

“Something smells good.” Ojiro sniffed the air.

Sato gasped. “Oh I forgot! I finished unpacking early and started making a cake! Did you guys want some?”

“Yes!” All of us girls chimed in, the promise of sugar flooding our brains.

“No fair, he’s bribing the judges.” Kaminari complained, crossing his arms.

I took some cake from Sato, offering him thanks, before holding up a piece to Kaminari. “I take bribes. What are you offering?”

He grinned, grabbing the piece I held out and popping it into his mouth. “That depends. How much of a bribe do I need?”

“You’ve gotta beat this delicious cake.”

One of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling us nose to nose. “I can think of a sweeter bribe.”

“Kaminari leave her alone!”

I giggled as Kaminari pecked my forehead. “Mina, it’s fine, I really don’t mind. He’s cute.”

“Aw, come on, just cute?”

“Let’s go, it’s the girls’ turn!” Mineta cried out, heading over to the elevator. “Back to the third floor, we already saw Nami’s.”

Jirou showed off her room a little hesitantly.

I gasped after she opened the door. “It looks like a recording studio!”

Everyone got really excited over her room, but Jirou was hunched over the whole time.

“Who’s next?” I called out.

Hagakure excitedly ran over to her room, which I realized was above mine.

Jirou nudged my shoulder. “Thanks.”

“No problem, it looked like you were getting overwhelmed.”

It looked like someone had thrown up pink all over Hagakure’s room, whereas Mina’s had more of a black and pink vibe.

Ochaco showed us hers, rubbing the back of her neck. “Not very interesting, I know.”

“Aww, I love the picture of you and your parents.” I gestured to the frame on her desk. “That’s adorable.”

“Thanks! We take one every year, but I love that one. I was two.”

“You were so cute!” Reaching out, I pinched her cheek. “You still are.”

“Aw, thank you!”

We skipped over Tsu’s room, with Ochaco explaining that she wasn’t feeling good, and headed to Yao-Momo’s room.

“How did you even fit that in here?”

Her bed was gigantic, barely fitting in the room. Jirou poked my shoulder, whispering, “Momo’s rich, so she brought her stuff from home. I saw some people building it in here because it wouldn’t fit through the door. They had to take it apart.”

“That’s everyone! Let’s go downstairs and vote!”

Mina led us all to the common area, handing out little scraps of paper.

“When did she make these?” Kirishima asked, before covering up a yawn.

I couldn’t help but yawn in response. “I have no clue.”

We all put our votes in, and Mina gathered them up and counted them.

“Alright everybody! Here are the winners of the first Best Room competition…minus Bakugo and Tsu. With five votes, the winner of this contest is: Rikido Sato!” Mina announced. “By the way, most of the girls voted for you. That cake was delicious!”

Mineta and Kaminari immediately went in on Sato, yelling at him for bribing the judges.

“Wait, who didn’t vote for him?” Kaminari pulled away from yelling at Sato for a second.

I raised my hand. “I wasn’t bribed by cake so much as I was a bunny. I voted for Koda.”

“Aww, come on babe!” He threw himself backwards, laying across my lap. “I voted for you!”

“Because my room is obviously better.”

“Could you two just ask each other out? You obviously like each other!” Hagakure shouted, causing everyone to look at us.

Kirishima waved a hand over us. “You’ve been flirting with each other since you met.”

Kaminari started stammering, but I shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my boyfriend. You’re already way more energetic than my last one, I could use a change.”

“I - what?”

Rolling my eyes, I yanked Kaminari up to look him in the eye. “Do you want to date me?”

“Y-yeah, obviously.” He flushed as a few people “aw”d. “Is asking someone out that easy?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” I got up from the couch, stretching my arms over my head. “I’m exhausted. Good night guys!”

“Good night!”

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari/oc #kaminari x oc

4 notes · View notes

shipping-receiving · 5 years

Text

Fictober 2019 Day 28: “Enough! I heard enough.”

Rating: T | Word Count: 1477 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones Relationship: Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth Tags: Alternate Universe – High School

(read on AO3)

//////

Brienne doesn’t think it’s very difficult to understand the concept of keeping your voice down in a library. It’s really just the considerate thing to do. People need some peace and quiet to read and write and study. She’s understood this concept since she was four years old. She’s sixteen now, and she expects the other students at this high school to understand this concept too.

And yet she is standing in an aisle, barely able to remember the title of the book she was looking for, because of a very distracting conversation happening in the next aisle over. They’re trying to whisper, but it’s the pointless kind of whispering that’s so harsh they’d probably be better off just talking at a normal volume.

“How many girls have asked you already?”

Of course it’s a conversation about prom. Prom is this Saturday. Everyone is talking about prom.

“Nine. Or possibly twelve? Some of them were so nervous about it I couldn’t tell if they were actually asking me.”

Oh. It’s Jaime Lannister. Jaime is the most popular boy in school. Jaime might also, somehow, be her friend. Her. Brienne Tarth. She still has no clue how that even happened. He started off insulting her appearance, which was all old news to her even at fourteen-going-on-fifteen. By the second week of it she’d gotten this feeling he was almost performing those insults for his friends or something. It sounds like he’s talking to Addam, though—Addam’s cool.

“Twelve. You know how lucky you are, Jaime?”

Brienne is still trying to focus on looking for her book, trying not to listen in on Jaime’s conversation, which is really quite difficult when her mind was already on Jaime anyway. She finds that she thinks about Jaime a lot of the time. They had a couple classes together last year—she skipped a year, he had to redo those subjects—and suddenly she found herself helping him with schoolwork. And then they became friends, she thinks? But the real reason she’s been thinking about him a lot of the time is that recently he’s been saying weird things like, “You know, Tarth, you’re very good at sports.” Or, “You have really nice handwriting.” Okay? She knows this? She doesn’t need Jaime Lannister to tell her things she already knows. Especially not if he still insists on calling her by her last name.

“I don’t feel very lucky, Addam.”

Hells. Of course he doesn’t. Twelve girls have asked him to prom and he isn’t pleased? Maybe he isn’t satisfied. Maybe he’ll only be satisfied with thirty.

Brienne is very happy to notice that she’s found the book she’s looking for, at the exact same point in time that she’s desperately wanting to be very far away from this conversation. Unfortunately, in order to get very far away and borrow this book in the process, she also has to walk by that very same aisle where Jaime and Addam are pointlessly whispering about prom. She strides past the aisle in one step—thank the Gods for her the length of her legs—but she hears Jaime say, “Was that Tarth?”

She walks even faster.

Once she’s made her escape, she heads straight for her regular spot, a forgotten table and bench at some secluded but surprisingly well-lit corner of the school. It’s her next best option after the library for some quiet reading time, with no one to bother her.

Except she forgot that she used to bring Jaime here back when she was helping him with his assignments.

He’s walking over to her right now.

When he arrives at her side, he greets her with: “Tarth.”

She returns his greeting with: “Jaime.”

He sits himself down beside her, back leaning against the table. “Did I see you in the library earlier?

“No,” she lies.

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I saw a very tall girl with hair the exact colour of yours walk by.” He tilts his head to look at the cover of her book. “Also, you’re reading a library book.”

She slams it shut and shoves it in her bag. “Okay. I might have been in the library.”

“Why didn’t you say hi then?”

“Do I have to say hi every single time I see you?” she replies, a little too harshly.

“That’s social convention, yes.”

“Well, I’ve never been conventional, have I?”

“I suppose you haven’t. But you were just in the next aisle, weren’t you? And we hadn’t seen each other all day today.” He nudges her lightly as he says this, and Brienne instinctively brings her arms closer into herself.

“You were busy,” she replies, firmly. “I didn’t want to intrude.”

“It was just Addam.”

“You were busy with Addam, then.”

“It wasn’t that important.”

“Really? I thought you’d care a bit more about prom.”

Oh hells.

“Ha!” He turns sharply towards her. “So you were eavesdropping.”

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t eavesdropping,” Brienne hisses. “I was looking for a book in the aisle next to yours and you weren’t keeping your voices down, like you’re supposed to do in a library.”

“So, how much did you hear?”

“I just said I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

“How much did you hear, Tarth?” Why is he leaning in so close?

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Jaime is very close. “Are you absolutely sure about that, Brienne?”

Why is he even more annoying when he calls me by my first name?

“Enough!” Brienne shoots back, and grabs her bag so she can sandwich it between them. “I heard enough.”

“And what exactly is ‘enough’?” Jaime drawls.

“You’re—you’re in very high demand for prom,” she replies. She’s determined not to engage beyond that point.

He’s taking her bag now and putting it behind him where she can’t reach it. “That’s it?”

“That isn’t enough? Personally, I think it is. I don’t find it all that interesting.”

Brienne winces inwardly at the tone of her voice. She has never been very good at affecting nonchalance.

“I think you missed the most interesting part of the conversation,” Jaime says.

“Oh really? So you do know who you’re taking to prom then?” Why is she asking him this? She doesn’t want to know this. And yet— “Pray tell, I’m so very interested.”

“I know who I’d like to take to prom.” Jaime props one of his elbows on the table, rests his head on it and looks at her. “But I haven’t asked her yet.”

Brienne swings her legs over the bench and stands up. “Gods, haven’t enough of them put their name in the running?”

Jaime stands up too, tries to block her from getting her bag. “I’ve said no to all of them.”

“Oh gods, please tell me you’re not bringing your sister.” She really wouldn’t put it past the Lannister twins to do something like that, if Cersei gets that idea in her head.

“I’m not—hells, Brienne. Will you stop for a second?”

His hand is on her arm. Why is his hand on her arm? “Why does this whole conversation even concern me?”

“Because I’m trying to ask you, you idiot.”

Is this a joke? Brienne shrugs her arm out of his hand. “You’re the idiot.” She’s really more eloquent than this, usually. “And no you’re not.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure I am,” Jaime insists.

“You can’t be.”

“‘Will you go to prom with me, Brienne?’ There, I just did.” He folds his arms and smirks at her. This is a joke.

“If this is a joke, Jaime, I’m punching you in the face right now.”

Jaime’s smirk turns into alarm. “It’s not a joke, and I’d like to not go to prom with a bruise on my face, thank you. I’d like to go with you.”

Brienne stops, takes a breath, closes her eyes. Very slowly, she says: “You’re absolutely, one-hundred-percent, swear-on-the-Lannister-family-name serious?”

“Yes. Brienne.” Again with the first name. “I’m serious.”

“Okay then.” She opens her eyes, looks straight into his. “Fine.” If this is a joke, she can still punch him in the face later, and then some.

“Fine?”

“Fine.”

“Great. I’ll be at your house at 6.”

“Fine.”

“Wear blue. I’ll wear blue.”

“Fine.” She’d have clocked him on the head for daring to dictate their colour scheme, if he hadn’t already told her before that blue goes well with her eyes. One of the weird things he’s been saying recently. Or maybe not so weird, in light of even more recent events.

“Okay then.” Jaime rubs the back of his head, shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Gotta go to class.”

“Fine.” She brushes past him to get her bag.

“See you later, Brienne.”

Brienne.

Before she knows it, Jaime’s gone. She looks down the hallway, sees him just turn the corner.

Fine. So she’s going to prom with Jaime Lannister.

Fine. This is fine.

Everything is going to be fine.

#fictober19 #jaime x brienne #braime #my fic #i DID get this done in 2 hours #holy shit!

56 notes · View notes

bambyeol · 6 years

Text

Unlocked (final)

pairing/s : neighbor! park jihoon x OC genre: fluff, domestic characters : Park Jihoon, oc (Bae Riseul), Kang Daniel, Lai Guanlin, Park Woojin, Ong Seongwoo

prompt: your apartment is next to mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops. One day turns to one week and then months, and I haven’t seen you smile in forever.. please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes now. (credit goes to: au prompts list)

masterlist for other fanfics

note: so I had this ready to be posted since last monday, but Tumblr was being a bitch and no matter what I do, it just doesn’t appear on the new posts/ searches/ tags and I had exams so I said i’ll just post this again when I have time to fix whatever glitch happened to my account. That said, here you go and sorry for being late (ಥ﹏ಥ)

super important note : pls. pls. PLEASE. you’ve gotta read the first part of this. the story wouldn’t make sense otherwise ! ! UNLOCKED (part 1)

other fics : (if you’re interested + i don’t have any masterlist yet since I’m still piling this up)

Downpour: PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 (Hanahaki) summary of Downpour : when one breakup leads to the blooming of your feelings for your best friend (Park Jihoon) and .... flowers .

song inspiration : 갖고 싶어 (I Wanna Have) by Wanna One

It was a lazy afternoon with their respective day-offs being spent in video games in their cozy pajamas, Riseul plopped on Jihoon’s thigh which is surprisingly a little squishy possibly from the gym membership that went to waste when he got too lazy to continue after having a taste of muscle spasms.

“We’re a team ! Why are you even pushing me off the cliff?” Jihoon drops the remote after the 5th time that he has died, and the 5th time they needed to redo the whole map because they didn’t reach the checkpoint zone. “I told you, I don’t know. You know yourself that this is not the most user-friendly game out there, right?” Riseul replies exasperated as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re just a noob,” Jihoon mutters under his breath and opts to try again. “Shoot is L1, reload is R1. No more, no less,” he commands as the game loads and transports them back to the map. The doorbell rings, and Riseul presses the pause button and wiggles her body, rolling away from Jihoon’s thigh before pushing herself up from the floor. She hears Jihoon groan as she walks towards the door because he told her he badly wanted to finish that game today.

“I’ll check the door,” forgetting that it was Jihoon’s apartment. She peers through the peephole and sees three men. Riseul shifts nervously, “ I think they’re your friends.” Jihoon rises immediately and checks before the look of confusion mixed with growing annoyance settled in.

“What the fuck?” Jihoon checks his phone and sees 17 messages and 12 missed calls from Seongwoo, Woojin and Daniel. “What are they on about now?” He dials the number of Seongwoo and Riseul panics silently.

Why is she even panicking?

“Why are you outside my apartment?” Jihoon asks suspiciously with a low grumble, eyes on the peephole.

“Friendly visit. Come on, open the door, we could hear your voice from here, you know. And don’t speak like you want to murder us, it’s funny,” Seongwoo’s voice echoes in the hallway, and he waves in front of the peephole with his charming smile.

Jihoon sighs and slowly opens the door. “Surprise!” The three chimes, and Jihoon plants his hands on his face in agony.

The three sees Riseul and looks at one another when Seongwoo opens his palm with a triumphant smirk. Daniel and Woojin flaps their wallet and takes 10 000 won each. “I told you so.”

Riseul finds herself retreating behind Jihoon, cheeks red and head down. Jihoon holds her arm, and sends her a reassuring smile.

They’re not dating. They’re not dating. They’re not dating.

He motions for the three to come in, and they greet Riseul warmly. She doesn’t miss how Daniel whistles after greeting her, and Jihoon smacks his head. Seongwoo and Woojin laughs in the distance, jabbing Daniel’s shoulder lightly.

But they definitely think she’s dating Jihoon...

She follows behind slowly while thinking of ways to come clean while remaining emotionally unscathed. She sighs, feeling her head aching. How is she going to deal with such a rowdy crowd?

Woojin kicks Jihoon’s back with a knowing grin as Riseul was preparing food. He turns around to find Seongwoo wriggling his eyebrows playfully and Daniel’s eyes close to nothing because of his smile.

“What now?” Jihoon whispers harshly swatting off Woojin’s foot resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“Oh don’t be such a sour patch. You’re acting like a ten year old. Did we interrupt you video games and chill?” Seongwoo comments and waves at Riseul when she places one of the dishes before proceeding back into the kitchen.

“So... you and her now huh?” Woojin asks softly with excitement

Jihoon sighs, and shakes his head. “We’re not dating so stop that. You’re making her uncomfortable.”

“Someone’s concerned!” Seongwoo turns his head and raises his voice a little in the direction of Riseul, and Jihoon grabs his mouth in annoyance before planting Seongwoo’s face in the deepest reaches of the sofa. “Mmph,” he struggles to break free and Daniel laughs upon seeing his body sink into the sofa.

“You evil bastard. Bet she doesn’t even know you have this side of you,” Seongwoo feigns tears as he rubbed his mouth that was reddish because of Jihoon’s hold.

“For the last time, we’re not dating.” He leaves the trio but before he manages to, “ Oh, but you wish you were.” Seongwoo comments lowly, and Jihoon catches it.

Jihoon shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t reply.

Jihoon sends the trio off after he manages to convince them to return to their own apartments after 2 hours of wrecking his house. Riseul is beyond exhausted, but happy still. She finally had the chance to meet his friends, and honestly they were handsome and fun to be with. She then understood why the local veterinary was always teeming with people.

Though the trio didn’t touch the dating topic (which she believes to be due to Jihoon’s interference of some sort), they kept sending her assessing glances, and she couldn’t help but feel insecure. Were they comparing her to his ex-girlfriend?

But she remembered Seongwoo. “Thank you for tolerating our and his childishness. We’ll visit again. He winks at her perhaps to imitate Jihoon before Jihoon barks at Seongwoo to move faster and to stop pestering her.

She laughs and waves the three of them goodbye before deciding to wash the dishes while waiting for Jihoon, but before she even gets to fully immerse herself in the washing, the doorbells rings and thinking that it was Jihoon, Riseul opens the door immediately.

“You’re back so fast, Ji..” but it isn’t a figure of a man that stood in front of her. It is Jihoon’s ex-girlfriend. They both couldn’t contain their surprise to themselves as they stared at each other until his ex-girlfriend bows politely. “I thought it was his day-off today, so I...” she explains.

“Oh.. uhm,” Riseul scratches her neck, feeling the sweat pooling in her palms.

“May I go in?” she asks kindly, and really who was Riseul to shoo her away? She steps aside and bids her to enter.

The key inside her pocket felt a thousand times heavier.

“Uhm should I text him?” Riseul offers trying to break the icy silence that penetrated inside the apartment. His ex-girlfriend shakes her head, continuing to sip on the instead.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be here for a while. Besides, I already told him yesterday about it,” she informs Riseul, and the silence returns leaving with nothing to keep her from overthinking.

Yesterday. Yesterday.

The time Jihoon was late because he got sidetracked. The time Jihoon kept on clinging to her in his drunken stupor. She should have known from the key.

Jihoon didn’t own two keys.

So that’s why - a heavy pang descends. Of course, those word weren’t meant for her at all. Even the key, she realizes now.

He wanted to give it to her

Because out of all the times that they drank (mind you they were plenty) and he turned into a sobbing mess, never had he become like that.

Really, why did she even think that maybe it was because he liked her?

“Did Jihoon even tell you why we broke up?” she sets her cup on the table, resting her hands on the table - her words cutting Riseul’s brooding.

“He’s not the type to think too much about the past. That’s why he didn’t tell you. I think...” she trails off as if trying to console Riseul, and Riseul sends her a smile as if she is denying all the suspicions thrown her way.

“We’re just friends.” His ex-girlfriend raises her eyebrow oh so subtly but quickly lowers it down. “I don’t want to be the cause of his sadness. We’re long over, almost a year now, Riseul-ssi.”

Oh. but he likes you. All this time. She wanted to tell her that, but the words remained to roam freely inside her head and not her mouth.

“Anyway...” Riseul stops the thoughts, clenching her shirt underneath the table to prevent her hands from shaking further from dread.

“Back then... We got too used with the happiness. It was a perfect ride. Every day was fun, but not knowing sadness in a relationship is as toxic as not knowing any happiness too, you know. So it wasn’t surprising that we broke up.” She closes her eyes but instantly opens it to reveals slight dampness on her eyes

“I just returned to get one last thing that I forgot here. Maybe after that...” she cuts off her own sentence and heads to a drawer where she pulls a necklace with a ring in it.

“He likes you,” Riseul rises from her chair dramatically. Why is she hindering two people who were still in love? His ex-girlfriend shakes her head and places the necklace into her pocket.

“Riseul-ssi. Longing is not the same as love,” touching Riseul’s shoulder gently like a big sister.

“I hope you continue taking care of him,” she smiles though Riseul felt her hand shaking. She heads to the doorway and Riseul didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh.. and one last thing,” she stops by the doorway.

“Please don’t tell him about this. Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t see him. And I’ve already changed my number and deleted his. Thank you for your hospitality,” she bids Riseul goodbye. As the door closes, she turns one last time and buries all the memories that were formed inside.

Jihoon returns and finds Riseul sitting deep in thought, unaware that the boiler is whirring. It unnerves him.

Is it because of his friends?

He approaches her nervously and she hasn’t even registered that he has arrived. He gently places his palm on top of her head, and Riseul bolts, switfly craning her neck as if she has seen a ghost.

“Oh. you’re back..”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Riseul tilts her head confused, mouth agape. “They were rowdy and made you feel uncomfortable..” he explains, his hands fidgeting

“No. They were fun and hmmmmm good-looking?” Riseul rubs her chind and laughs in embarrassment. Jihoon’s face darkens a little but quickly regains his composure.

“Birds of a feather flock together.” He grins and Riseul flicks his forehead. “You’re embarrassing. I’m heading back now,”

“I’m just being honest.”

“If you say so, wink boy.”

“How is Jeju?” Jihoon texted her and Riseul tightens her scarf to shield her nape from the horrendous winter and grips the hot compress on her side pocket. “Cold ＼(º □ º l|l)/” “Don’t dragons breath fire? Go make some |ʘ‿ʘ)╯” “Shut up, piglet ヽ( ˋ(00)´ )ノ” “Dragon is upset. Incoming fire 〣( ºΔº )〣”

After the whole ordeal with Jihoon’s ex, Riseul received a text from her mother that her grandfather collapsed and was hospitalized. Being close to her grandfather, she immediately bought the earliest flight for Jeju, but it turns out that it was merely a false alarm and just her mother overreacting when she arrives to find her grandfather back at their house.

Nevertheless, her grandfather urged her to stay, so she took a week-long vacation from work. Also, she needed time to manage her emotions and being away from Jihoon is giving her some clarity.

“Riseul!” a voice calls out from behind, and he throws himself into her arms, and she does the same, excitedly wrapping her arms into his lean body.

“Guanlin?!” she greets with a smile from ear to ear.

“Jihoon’s pissed,” Woojin informs Daniel and Seongwoo as he enters the room adjacent to the receiving area of the veterinary. “So don’t pull any dumb moves today if you don’t want to die.”

“What happened?” Daniel leans back and stretches his neck to see Woojin who was busy teaching Sengwoo how to grind coffee. Woojin shrugs and looks up in heavy thought. “Oh, but he did ask me a weird question.” Seongwoo interjects and tries the coffee made by Woojin.

His face contorts to ugliness with the bitter taste of the coffee, and shoots Woojin a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re both learning here.” He sets the coffee on the table. Woojin tries it out, bu is met with the same bitter taste. He sticks his tongue out, body shuddering. Immediately, he drinks a glass of water, and pours the coffee in the sink.

“He asked me what did it mean if someone changed their Line picture to that of a man and woman.Told him it meant they’re dating.”

Woojin claps his hand with realization. “That’s it! He kept looking at his phone awhile ago.” He notices the cheshire-like grin found in Seongwoo and Daniel’s face.

“Jihoon will kill you, I swear,”

“We will not die in vain,” Daniel and Seongwoo cross their fists with understanding, trouble brewing in their eyes.

“Hey, Daniel. Did you see a heart lying around here?” Seongwoo starts grinning. Jihoon rolls his eyes and doesn’t mind them. He taps on Riseul’s profile picture again, and closes it and sighs before repeating his action.

The man had jet black combed hair, angular jaw and smooth pale skin. His wire-rimmed glasses drooped lowly as he leaned on Riseul’s shoulders who in the picture was laughing as she looked at his direction, her hands midway to reaching his face possibly to fix his glasses.

Irritation sets in again.

“Must be in Jeju,” Danie replies and Jihoon twitches a bit.

“Speaking of Jeju.. Been there before. Beautiful scenery, beautiful people. Beautiful place to date.” It distracts Jihoon, and Seongwoo uses the chance to peek at his phone to get a clear view of the man.

“Oh! Isn’t he?” Seongwoo looks at Daniel with worry. “You mean that guy you saw at the airport before she left?” It reels Jihoon in.

“You met Riseul?”

Seongwoo nods. “I sent my sister off and I saw her there but she was with a guy. I thought you knew about it so I didn’t really bother sharing it.”

Jihoon mumbles an ‘oh’ before he looks at the picture one last time - hurt and jealousy settling in.

Riseul finally arrives to Seoul after being delayed for 3 hours due to the weather. She turns her phone on and notices the accumulated messages from Jihoon.

“Where are you?” was the last text. “Just arrived. I’ll be home in an hour,” she replies as she boards the taxi where she immediately dozes off.

Stepping out of the taxi, Riseul notices Jihoon standing outside of the apartment complex. “Whaa. What are you doing here?” she asks, her concern visible when she touches his face feeling the coldness of his skin.

“I was waiting for you,” he smiles cheekily, his breath a hazy white due to the cold temperature. Riseul frowns.

“Don’t be stupid. The weather’s frigid”

“Well, yeah. I just..” Jihoon trails off, and Riseul looks at him straight in the eye. “Before that, I forgot to..” she takes out a key from her pocket.

Jihoon looks at her with confusion. “Your apartment key,” Riseul says with a soft smile and grabs Jihoon’s hand to firmly plant the key there. “I wanted to give it back before, but I left for Jeju. You gave it to me when you were drunk before,”

“I don’t need it.” He tries to return it to her. “ I don’t need it too.” She places her hands inside the pockets of her black coat. “I mean, my apartment is right next to yours, Jihoon-ssi” there was a certain distant feeling that Riseul projects with her voice.

Jihoon frowns and looks at the key on his hand. “Is it because... you’re dating someone?”

Riseul’s eyebrows knit together. “I’m dating someone?” she laughs for a couple of seconds, smacking his chest but he does not feel the urge to laugh. Instead, Jihoon remains standing, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Where did you even get that idea huh? You’re strange.”

“Yeah, I am. Because you suddenly changed your Line picture, and I asked Seongwoo what that meant even if I knew what it meant,”

“I changed my Line picture?” she asks and checks her phone only to be met with the picture of her together with Guanlin. “That little rascal.. I swear, I’ll punch him,”

Jihoon crosses his arms that seemed to be some non-verbal cue for Riseul to explain herself. Riseul stares at him for a while.

“Look, I have no idea about this Line picture. This guy in here is Guanlin, my childhood friend, and for the record, let me just...” she scrolls through the Line profiles and clicks Guanlin to reveal him with another girl. “He has a girlfriend for like 6 years now who happens to be my best friend and also the only reason that I think he’d change my Line profile picture was because of... Oh wait... No, never mind that,”

But Jihoon doesn’t seem to take ‘no never mind’ for an answer because his gaze is filled with anticipation.

“Riseul, do you like this guy?” Guanlin points to Jihoon’s profile in side view while he wore a black apron over his striped sweater. It was a picture she took without his permission when he forced her to not help him during cooking, and it was a picture she has forgotten to delete ( not that she wanted to but Jihoon often pries into her phone )

“What? No. Stop that, you little..” she blushes and Guanlin just smiles and nods. “Well, he’s cooking for you in here, so I think he likes you too.”

“That’s just our agreement,” she dismisses.

“Then, I’ll help you know about it,” he leans into her shoulder, and Riseul was about to smack him jokingly for the sudden physical affection when he snaps the picture, “Smile!”

Guanline and her best friend sends her off in the airport. Before bidding their farewells, Guanlin steps in and whispers, “If he gets angry and asks if you’re dating someone, that’s a green light, Riseul. That means he likes you.” Before she even got to ask what it meant, her flight gets called.

“You changed your Line picture because?”

“Because I wanted to confirm something..” Riseul states with resolution. “Now my turn to ask. Why were you waiting for me and even interested if I’m dating someone?”

“Because I love you,” he spills truthfully, his cheeks becoming flushed with the color of red. Riseul blinks for a couple of seconds before she covers her face. Her hands slowly run down to reveal her eyes wide with shock.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Jihoon looks at her incredulously. “Why would you jump to that conclusion?”

“Because...” she stammers. “Because you wouldn’t be saying that to me at all. You should be saying that to her!” her hands moving so animatedly in an effort to explain her raging emotions.

“Her?”

“Your ex! I mean.. You still like her, right?”

“Where the hell did you get the idea that I still like her?” he shakes his head with disbelief.

“Because that night when you were drunk.. You gave me your key, you acted so clingy like wanting to call my name affectionately and asking me to do the same, and then,” she tears up. Her tears heating up her cheeks. Jihoon steps closer in an attempt to wipe away her tears but she raises her arm forwards to maintain the distance. “Stay there, Park Jihoon. I’m not done yet.”

“And then I met her the day after, and she told me that she met you before we drank in the restaurant and that’s when I realized that she’s the only reason why you would have acted that way. I mean,” she fans her face and Jihoon listened carefully taking in everything. “Because you wanted to say those words to her right?” Riseul finishes out of breath, and she wipes the tears away.

God. She was so resolute in giving the key back and moving from her stupid little love, but here he is offering her his heart and she doesn’t have the courage to even believe it.

“Listen. For the past 6 months, I haven’t thought about her at all.. And that day, she went to the store and asked permission to get the necklace which was a family heirloom by the way. It wasn’t some little treasure of our love. She’s just messing with you. She has that bad habit of making things much more dramatic than they seem. We’re both over with each other. And that day, she pointed it out to me.”

“Pointed out what?”

“That I was in love with you,” he stares at her straight into the eye, and smiles. A smile so endearing and devastating.. The smile he once gave her. It was hers now..

“And the only reason I was late that day was because I was so distracted about that realization that I missed the right station, and all those drunken stupor? I don’t remember them, but yeah. They’re true.”

“I really want to call you by your name, and I hate it when you call me formally. And for the record, at this moment,” he steps in closer disregarding how RIseul wanted to get away until they were mere inches apart. Then to centimeters. Riseul closes her eyes shut in panic and her body tightens as Jihoon stops and breathes a small laugh. Caught with surprise, she slowly opens her eyes only to be greeted by Jihoon’s face up-close.

“I’m not drunk at all,” he stoops down to close the final centimeters before Riseul even had the chance to register everything. He kisses her tenderly, his hands moving to her waist to pull her closer and slowly up to her cheeks before they pull back, their shared breath visible under the winter sky.

He sweeps of the snow that fell on top of her head, and seemingly unsatisfied with the kiss they shared, he kisses her forehead, her cheeks, nose and back to her lips.

“God, I love you,” he laughs and hugs her tightly. “Riseul. Riseul. Riseul. Feels nice to remove the formality. Riseul, Riseul, Riseul,” his voice tickles her ears and electrifies her whole body . Riseul punches his stomach lightly to push him away to hide her embarrassment, but she hugs him back feeling their fastened heartbeats.

She likes it there. In the comfort of his arms, and the tickling sensation of his voice when he speaks. If it wasn’t for the snow, she wouldn’t even try to break free.

“One last thing..” he mumbles but it registers clearly on Riseul’s ears because of their proximity. “Remind me that I need to kill Seongwoo and Daniel...”

Fin.

note: Unlocked is now complete (and I still have exams and still haven’t started any new fic on my computer ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ) ) but rest assured I’ll be posting a new one either this weekend or Monday (I’ve got tons of prompts and plots sitting in my computer yasss)

I’m going to write fics starring other members once exams are over (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Thank you for reading Unlocked and hope you continue supporting me ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc) Feel free to leave your feedback or message me (yes let’s all be friends (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) )

masterlist for other fanfics

195 notes · View notes

spiritcc · 6 years

Text

2017

Every time I try writing a post of this sort here, it always ended being depressive at best, and the previous year was obvs so shit that I decided not to even bother.

TODAY IM HERE YALL

I don’t know about you all, but dang boy, for me, this was a hilarious year, and a definite improvement over the last year. Tumblr-wise especially.

Like obviously last year my blog was barely alive and I myself was barely alive and all, but I had a feeling that 2017 would be hilarious and I had no fucking idea this would kick off not even like two days into the new year.

THE ICONIC FUCKING SHERLOCK BBC S4 CRASHED INTO SHIT SO HARD IT DESTROYED THE FANDOM FOREVER AND TURNED PEOPLE AWAY TO THE SOVIET HOLMES SERIES AND LIKEWISE.

You cannot fathom HOW MUCH I enjoy this event even after almost a year of this iconic murder, the most annoying part of tunglr died overnight AND resurrected the interest in my Holmes segment, and you gotta admit this is a piece of shit of an abandoned Holmes segment, so I was ECSTATIC over that newborn interest of everyone to the shit I love, and it brought my blog, and the activity, and everything back to life, and I felt so alive, so happy, and motivated, and it was magical, and honestly, just,,,,, it was an incredible time. Russian Holmes is always alive, and needed, and that is all I always wanted to know.

That is until I realised what was the actual reason of all BBC fans switching to the Soviet series in particular, and I’m still unsure whether the adventurous adventure into the shitcauldron of johnlock was another iconic experience of this year, or a complete curse over all my senses. I think I do always tend to be clear about my actually clinically tested and proven allergy to johnlock, and today will be no exception: enjoy the ship fuck all as much as you want, honestly, but stay the fuck away from all my shows if you’re only after a replacement of the bbc ship and literally nothing else. It’s still a fascinating topic and I’m a big fan, yos.

So the hype was still alive when another amazing event happened and nitefise-art proposed to redo all the NRH subs, which to me is still one of the biggest, if not the biggest, highlight of the entire year. The show is now 100% watchable, and great, and properly researched, and beautifully subtitled, and fixed, and everything and everyone. Nite did more for NRH than I ever managed to do, the show, honestly, never experienced such a spike in popularity as it did this year, and all thanks to nite’s aggressive advertising and love for the show. I don’t even need to explain why I think it was such a great event for me, nrh deserves it all. The hype was further fueled by diogenes deciding to stream the show for all the pals and gals, which is again, GR8 SHIT 10/10, I’m always in for breaking my ass if it means getting any of the shows my blog is about the attention they deserve.

I also completely forgot about it, but I marathoned all the Holmes shit I claim to stan, since I’m such a guru and the bad bitch but I’ve only seen nrh twice, and same for the Soviet series, in my entire lifetime. I’ve rewatched all the shows, movies, cartoons, and even re-played some of the games, and made a tag for all the reviews I did after that, plz read like and subscribe. So apparently I’m up to date with all the opinions, I suppose? I guess there was a reason why I forgot I even did a marathon.

ALSO, we have finally subtitled the Blue Carbuncle which is by god my most favorite Russian Holmes movie ever. I also finally played the Devil’s Daughter, that was bad. Also, My Dearly Beloved Detective got blocked on youtube and I became so fucking salty over that I did a stream of the movie for 24 hours the following day. Jesus, good times. It is still on google docs, of course, but ffs I wish these youtube assholes would just fucking chill.

This year was also huge since it gave birth to all this streaming hysteria, which started innocently with me kinda playing the Cthulhu Holmes game one evening, then doing a devil’s daughter stream on 1st of April, and then doing that fateful stream on my birthday of the Soviet Mary Poppins. That was so impactful it gave birth to the Soviet Movie Club(tm), then the Soviet Series Club(tm) that are still going, it all escalated to all the nrh streams, and granada streams, and radio streams, and currently I’ve been streaming ace attorney games both on twitch and rabbit EVERY SINGLE EVENING OF THE WEEK on top of that, for at least 3 months at this point, so it is a proper hysteria I’m talking about. And I’ve been enjoying all that as shit.

These streams acquainted people with the Soviet Holmes series, NRH, My Dearly Beloved Detective, my fave Blue Carbuncle, and they gave me an idea of what people actually think of these as honestly nobody is ever vocal about the shows here. But more importantly, all these Soviet movies and series, man. Ho boy. This was definitely the year of Soviet cinematography for me, by gods can nothing ever top that.

Obviously, in the past months the actual Holmes activity deteriorated, but that’s just a given I suppose, every blog has its own weird spikes of activity.

So, this year went great, definitely greater than 2016 by a good margin. I genuinely had fun, and discovered so much, and experienced so much. Definitely something to remember, although my memory is already hazy, as expected.

25 notes · View notes