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Of course it’s her, was all Chat could think as his months-long search for his fated partner came to an end with a dizzying crash. Of fucking course it was her.

He was starting to suspect divine intervention. Or witchcraft.

Because every single time he thought he was moving on from his hopeless crush, every time he thought he’d finally be able to stop swallowing that bitter pill when she smiled like that at anyone else, finally be able to stop stumbling over his words when she smiled like that at him, every single time…

It ended up being her.

Girl that had him blushing all night at his first masquerade ball? Marinette.

Person he ended up exchanging notes with during his computer class through all of his last year of collége? Marinette.

Super awesome superhero who was protecting Paris actual real live supervillains like it was a piece of cake while he ran himself ragged trying to catch a few common muggers? It was Marinette.

Falling in love with your best friend was hard.

It was hard and nobody understood.

Especially not said best friend, who was now dangling them both from some conveniently-placed overhang in her yo-yo line, her adorably ferocious glare melting away into shock.

“Adrien?!” Ladybug whisper-hissed, shocked and horrified.

Yep. That was him.

“What are you doing here?” she half screeched, like a pet owner who’d come home to find her house ruined.

Chat could relate.

Not getting over you, obviously, he did not say.

(Fuck his life.)

“Well,” he sighed, letting go of his momentary betrayal and helplessness on the breath, “I was trying to catch a mugger.”

“A mugger,” she repeated flatly.

“I think he got away,” Chat confessed, craning his neck to look at the street below them.

“Adrien…” Ladybug started, and then stopped. “…You know, everyone in Paris thinks you’re some kind of… destructo cat-burglar.”

Chat twitched.

“I know.”

I thought you were some destructo cat-burglar.”

Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

He gave her an arch look. “I don’t believe you.”

Ladybug breathed deep, a millimeter away from an exasperated sigh. Then, in a comically robotic voice: “You’re Chat Noir. I can’t believe it.”

He managed to hold onto the look for only a few seconds longer, and then burst into snickers. “Sailor Moon and a meme. Nice.”

“Only because I love you,” she said, easy as breathing, and it took everything in Chat not to catch his breath, to keep laughing like nothing of note had just happened.

Of course.

Of course it was her.

Midnight Masquerade - Part 10

Originally posted by fairybcby

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Vampire!AU

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi

Word count: 2808

Warnings: None (at least I don’t think?)

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Here it finally is after a while! The series is almost coming to an end, I plan that there might only be one more part? Possibly two ^_^ As always, please please do leave feedback, what do you think? I’m unsure if this turned out okay, please let me know!!)


Time seemed to slow down, the world halting around you, and you stared down the man - your father supposedly - in front of you, scrutinising his face with every dart of your eyes. He seemed to do the same, and the two of you remained in this position for what seemed like an eternity, before you finally broke the silence.

“Are you really my father?” You questioned him, watching the conflicted look in his eyes, Yoongi standing cautiously near you, watching the interaction take place and ready to step in, in case anything was to happen. You never took your eyes off your father, vague memories resurfacing in your mind. Swinging, laughing, the warm smile of your father, albeit younger looking. His loving gaze as he watched you run off with young Yoongi, the two of you giggling and running as fast as your small legs could carry you. The chuckles coming from him as he sat back and watched, sitting by Yoongi’s father.

Piece by piece, the puzzle of your memories, your childhood, was slowly being completed with every encounter, and it was frustrating you. You wanted the full picture instantly, and yet you were scrambling to locate the missing pieces of your childhood, the picture still incomplete.

“Yes…” He finally spoke, his voice velvety smooth and deep, and yet even more memories began to flood back at the strangely familiar sound. Your mother remained trapped in the chair, and yet you could only seem to focus on the man in front of you, even with Yoongi’s father becoming visibly impatient, Yoongi himself still watching cautiously. “I want you to know that I didn’t want it to come to this…”

Didn’t want it to come to this… his words echoed through your head, and you shook your head, feeling the simmering pit of frustration in your stomach bubbling up again, and your eyes remained glowing gold, surges of light every now and then due to the pure frustration at your situation.

“How can you say that? You have my mother literally tied up to a chair, a woman who you must’ve once loved, how could you do that?” You shook your head repeatedly, clasping your ears, feeling yourself beginning to slip, to lose control over your emotions, over your new state. You felt your teeth beginning to elongate once again, your eyes burning even brighter somehow, and Yoongi slowly stepped closer, sensing your heightened distress.

This isn’t going to end well, Yoongi thought to himself, his hand subconsciously resting above his heart, where he strangely felt your anger, your frustration, your sadness. He winced at the sight; it truly hurt him to see you in such a state. Yoongi often came off as cold to strangers, or others who didn’t know him well enough, when in reality, he reserved his care and kindness to those he truly cared about, those he shared a connection with of some sort. He felt a connection to you, a link, a string of fate tying your hearts together, and he sensed your emotions as if they were his own. He felt an overwhelming need to protect you, to wrap his arms around you and let you lean against his chest; your own personal bubble where no-one could hurt the two of you. And yet, here he stood, watching anxiously as you began to grow angry once again.

“It was for the best, (Y/N),” your father pleaded, slightly fearful at the pure fire burning in your eyes. “It was beneficial for the future of our two families,” he said, looking over at Yoongi’s father. “If we didn’t bring the two of you together, not only would it have affected the family, but the two of you as well, the connection is too strong at this point.”

You gritted your teeth, your fangs pressing into your lips, and you said, “Don’t give me that bullshit, there were better ways to go about this than literally kidnapping my mother, and forcing me into this… what was your plan? You were going to force me to stay here? Just for the good of the family? Some family this turned out to be.”

Yoongi’s father had been pacing from side to side throughout your entire encounter, his eyes slowly darkening to murky pools of crimson, and he stepped forward, standing in between you and your father, causing you to glare up at him with a murderous glare.

“Why are you in my way?” You asked, growls coming through in your voice, and he stood his ground, glaring right back at you.

“That’s enough of this, enough talk, I couldn’t care less about your reunion moment, but unless you cooperate, mother over there isn’t going to come out of this unscathed.” He cocked his eyebrow, almost daring you to respond, to fight back… and you complied.

You felt power surging through your body, channelled by the anger he had just increased in you, and your arms subconsciously pushed him backwards, the sheer force knocking him back into the wall, his head drooping as he fell unconscious.

Breathing and panting heavily in a mixture of panic and anger, your eyes darted around, body heaving, your mother’s eyes wide from the chair she was still tied to. Yoongi stepped forward at the sight, standing in front of you, and despite what you had done to his father, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you in any way. Your expression made it clear to him that you had lost control of your body, still unable to cope with the very physiology of your body changing, powered by the anger. Yoongi completely disagreed with what his father had done, and yet there was still a pang of concern as he glanced over at his father’s unconscious body, his chest slowly rising and falling as he began to stir ever so slightly.

Yoongi’s eyes softened as he met your gaze, and you felt your mind returning, as you stared at him, your heart wrenching in many different ways. Carefully and cautiously, he took your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, and the contact caused sparks to fly, your eyes slowly but surely fading to their original colour, your heart slowing in pace. You felt a strange urge to throw your arms around him, nuzzle your face into his neck, take in his sweet scent, and yet you had to remember your mother still tied up, muffled by the cloth around her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you mouthed to Yoongi, tearing your hands away from his, rushing over to your mother to free her. Yoongi simply nodded, his heart pounding against his ribcage, wrenching and tearing itself apart. He watched your father stare helplessly, as he allowed you to finally let your mother go, her arms flying around you as you let out the tears you had kept suppressed.

You took your mother by the hand, shooting a melancholic smile in Yoongi’s direction, and you ran out, away from the mansion, away from his father, away from him. It took every ounce of strength in Yoongi’s body to not go after you, to make sure you were okay, and yet he knew you would be safe. A strange instinct in his body told him you would be okay, and you would make it back. And yet, it dawned on him that his father wasn’t going to give up just yet, he was going to pursue you for as long as it took and Yoongi realised you wouldn’t be safe in your own home.

His heart began to quicken in pace, and he glanced around at the room, at your father helping his father up, the scowl his father shot in Yoongi’s direction. He had to keep you and your mother safe, somehow, he’d have to move you elsewhere away from your own home. Slinking out of the room, he pulled out his phone, dialling Mina’s number, his finger shaking ever so slightly as he pressed on his screen, and he waited, the phone ringing, ringing, ringing, until she finally picked up.

“Hello?” Mina asked from over the phone, sitting cross-legged on her bed in her small apartment.

“Mina, I need you to take care of (Y/N) for a while, I’ll explain everything later. Meet at her house and…” Yoongi continued to give Mina instructions on where she was likely to find you, and what to do next, and she complied, hanging up and leaving Yoongi slumped in a chair. He sighed, brushing his black fringe out of his eyes, recalling the sensation of your warm hand, reaching up awkwardly to brush the strands away, the way you looked at him and he looked at you.

He felt resentment towards his father for tearing through your life in such a way, and as he sat there, and he felt afraid. Afraid that you would in turn resent him, and reject him completely because of what his father had done. For what he himself had done even, that night at the masquerade ball when he had so carelessly sunk his teeth into your neck, and he exhaled in frustration. Nevertheless, he vowed to watch over you, and delay his father’s advances as far as he could while he devised a plan for the two of you, for the two of you to finally be safe and happy.

He made a second phone call, anxiously chewing on his lip as the phone rang.

“Namjoon? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to help me with something…”

**

You finally made it home, having chased down a taxi to make your way back, and you glanced over at your mother who was leaning up against the wall, sighing as you noticed how tired she seemed. It was then that you noticed Mina approaching, her eyes widening in relief when she saw you, and she scrambled towards you, throwing her arms around you in a hug.

“I’m so glad to hear you’re okay, what the hell happened back there? Yoongi didn’t give me the full story, but he told me that you need to stay with me for while, at my place… he said that was the only way you would be safe, that way his father couldn’t try to bring you back again…” She rambled speedily, and you exhaled in relief, gently prying her arms off your shoulders, a tired smile appearing on your face.

“Trust me, I’m so happy to see someone that I at least know I can trust…” You pushed your hair back, looking back at your mother who was now approaching the two of you, nodding at Mina with a small smile.  

“(Y/N)…” Your mother spoke out softly, and you turned to face her, your heart filling with concern for her, and you shook your head, tears quickly brimming up, and yet you held back. “I’m going to need you to go with Mina, I’m going to stay here, in our home… “

You stared at her, scrutinizing her face, and you shook your head again, the tears close to brimming over once again. “I can’t do that, I can’t, I can’t just leave you here alone…”

She rested her hands on your shoulders in reassurance, a melancholic smile on her face as she said, “I’ll be fine, it’s not me he wants, trust me when I say it’ll be better for everyone if you go with Mina.”

Rubbing your shoulder, she continued, “Yoongi is a good person (Y/N), I think he has a plan, he’s not going to hurt you in any way… and if he does, come running to me and I’ll see to it that he gets what he deserves okay?”

Nodding, you looked down at the ground, realising that this was likely the best thing you could all do. You wrapped your arms around your mother in a hug, before finally letting go, Mina waiting patiently, an ache in her own heart as she watched the interaction between you and your mother.

“I’ll make sure I send your things over, you’ll be there a while, you’ll be fine,” your mother added, waving sadly as she entered the house, Mina gently tugging at your sleeve to signal that you had to leave. You climbed into her small car, staring wistfully out of the window as you drove off, your thoughts becoming scrambled once again.

Days passed, and you spent your nights tossing and turning in the bed, Mina having gave up her bedroom for you, opting to sleep in the living room. You occasionally paced around the room at night, or you sat there, clutching a pillow to your chest, almost becoming an insomniac. You still attended uni, and yet made sure to keep your wits around you, Yoongi looking out for you also. The two of you spent more and more time together during the day, and you felt your connection deepening further, the string of fate thickening, becoming stronger. You often caught him gazing at you during lectures, and you’d shake your head at him with a small smile, signalling at him to pay attention, and yet you couldn’t ignore how it made your heart flutter.

Occasionally, during the nights while you rocked back and forth on the bed, your head spinning with emotions, you heard a tapping on the door of the balcony. Peering through the glass window, you noticed Yoongi standing there in wait, and your heart leaped, your worry finally calming down at the sight of his smiling face, and you beckoned him in.

“Yah, I make all this effort to come see you, and it’s tiring too, and you leave me waiting outside?” He complained at you, and you giggled, muffling his mouth gently, warning him that Mina was likely fast asleep in the other room.

“Does your father know you’re here?” Your voice dropped, a slight element of worry coming through in the tone.

“It’s okay (Y/N), he doesn’t know, the other boys found a way to cover for me,” he smiled, and you relaxed finally, your mood lifting at his presence.

Your lips curled up into a smile, and as you reached up to brush his fringe out of his eyes, you recalled the young Yoongi you had once fell for, your memories of him finally intact, and you smiled, knowing that he was recalling the same memories of you, the time he fell for you as a child. He grinned, his ever charming gummy smile, and you spent the night wrapped gently in his arms, your hearts beating as one.

You groaned at the loss of contact in the morning, the warmth of his arms replaced with the cold morning air, and you noticed a note lying by your bedside. It was in scribbled handwriting, and it read,

“I had to leave before you woke up before my dad realises I’m gone, but don’t miss me too much, I’ll see you at uni.”

You chuckled, popping your head into the living room to wake Mina, and she groaned as she woke up disheveled.

“Why are you so happy?” She eyed you suspiciously, the realisation creeping into her mind. “Wait, has Yoongi been visiting at night? Is that the sound I keep hearing? Girl, what did you two get up to, hm?” She fired questions at you, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly despite her tired state, and you hit her shoulder, shaking your head and chuckling at her thoughts.

Ever since that day, Yoongi spent nights frequently with you, and despite Mina’s comments, the two of you spent the nights talking and simply resting in each other’s arms. He had noticed your increasing blood lust, and had helped you to keep it under control, ignoring the questioning looks you gave him when he provided you with a container of the murky, crimson liquid. Everything was going as planned, and yet the looming feeling in Yoongi’s mind remained, taunting him and urging him to take action.

He, along with the other boys, had been holding off his father for as long as possible, but his father was growing frustrated, a need for power beginning to consume him. And so, Yoongi, with help, had begun to devise a plan for the two of you, a plan to leave, away from the city of Daegu and instead run away to Seoul. To create a new life for the two of you, where you could continue your studies, and Yoongi could finally pursue what he had always wanted, rather than what his father had wanted him to do.

On one of his night visits, he sat beside you on the bed, and you rambled on about your day, your hair flying into your face occasionally as you moved around, and he sighed, gently touching your shoulder to urge you to pause.

“(Y/N)… I have a plan for us.”

Love is... a concerto in A Major - K622

By: @thegirlfromoverthepond

My deepest thanks to @titaniasfics for her help in betaing this story :) thank you so much, lady :)

the awesome art is done by the so gifted @akai-echo.

She comes every Friday afternoon, taking the girl with curly hair to her flute lesson.

Every Friday I watch as she passes before the windows of my class, talking to her daughter, laughing.

One day in September, I heard her laughter through the now-open windows, and I swear, i’ve never heard music so pure.

I know it’s pitiful. I know that i shouldn’t be completely infatuated with the mother of one of the kids we teach to, but I can’t help it.

Her husband is the luckiest man alive.

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Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, Episode 1

Why Go! Child Music Is So Hecking Good: An Analysis

Not only are the songs extremely well written, nice sounding, and have amazingly pleasing vocals 110% of the time, but there is something about Go! Child’s music that makes it really great that most listeners might not catch the first few times.

Let’s take a look at your typical modern pop music that the vast majority of Americans hear on the radio or whatever. What are those songs about? Let’s see…. As far as I can tell, a lot of them are about romance, sex, breakups, and drama. Which I don’t deny happen, but like. I personally can’t relate. So while they may cause some emotion in me, it’s not particularly significant.

Now let’s check out the magic that is Go! Child. When you analyze the meanings of the songs @knittinggiantbeanies and @chongoblog write, you find 1) really nice advanced vocabulary, which always appeals to me, and 2) messages that aren’t specific to certain situations. There are songs about feeling sad or confused or frustrated, but they’re written in such a way that the context of this sadness or confusion or frustration is kind of up to interpretation a lot of the time. And there also is a lot of finding peace and support and love from people who care about you. The thing about these themes is that they can really apply to anyone regardless of what the situation is. They’re a lot more relatable and realistic to the majority of listeners compared to our society’s (in my opinion) overrated songs about overdramatic breakups and crap like that.

I just was thinking about this the other day and thought I’d share. Don’t know if this really has any meaning. But I do think it’s why I like their songs so much more than anything else. May also be why I never liked pop music to begin with was because I couldn’t relate to it. Who knows? Anyways. Thanks for reading if you did.

(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

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M O N D A Y

“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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JULIAROLEPLAYS MASTERLIST: Event Ideas for Roleplays Set in High School

It seems like a number of high school based roleplays I’ve been in have always done dances or house parties, but there are a ton of different kinds of events that you can hold. So, under the cut you will find 40 event ideas for roleplays set in high school. A few of these suggestions would probably work best as a chatzy/neatchat, but I tried to come up with things that could easily be held on the dash for a week or so in order to help accommodate as many people/time zones as possible.

Many of these events could also work for college or town roleplays as well, just adjust them as needed! 

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