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SPINNING INTO LOVE ꧂

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➵ synopsis: just months before the grand prix final your dearest partner, nanami kento, somehow someway injures his leg, leaving you stranded and partnerless. of course, with the help of your coach, you’re inevitably assigned a new partner but alas, it just so happens to be the rising star of the singles division; the cocky and rather flirtatious satoru gojo.

➵ pairing: figure skating au; singles skater!gojo x pairs skater!reader (f)

➵ warnings/tags: fem!reader, fluff, angst (if you squint?), a little bit of crack

➵ word count: 7.1k

a/n: this lowkey took so long for me to start even though i had the idea in my head forever (i just couldn’t figure out how to start it LOL) also, uh, i’m not a figure skater so pls don’t take this super seriously

⌦ m.list

Mondays were always the most dreaded day of the week. Something always went wrong whether it be stumbling out of bed late to a blaring alarm, spilling coffee across the cold kitchen tiles, or even packing the wrong socks to practice. Yet nothing ever prepared you for the news that slapped you across the face the moment you strode into the ice rink. After all, something was bound to happen with the way everything was going so perfectly that morning.

Initially, you thought nothing of it. First you woke up on time, actually, a few minutes before your alarm. Then your coffee brewed itself almost impeccably, the sweetness and bitterness the perfect amount. And finally, you hadn’t forgotten a single thing in your apartment (which you usually did, it was quite a common occurrence actually). Hell, you even managed to snag a parking spot right in front of the entrance, cutting your walk to the rink down by a few minutes.

And that’s when it finally hit you.

Something was going to happen.

“You what?!”

“Broke my leg.”

Nanami Kento, your beloved partner of many years, leans against a pair of crutches, his muscular leg wrapped up in an obnoxiously bright orange cast with “Itadori Yuji!!!” written across it. “How… Literally how?” You breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance. Just as the blonde parts his lips to speak, your coach, Masamichi Yaga, strides out of his office with his lucky pen tucked behind his ear and a clipboard firmly in hand. “So, what now?” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest as you await his answer. “I’m assuming we’re pulling out of the Grand Prix Final?”

“No,” Yaga replies firmly, his gaze shifting between you and Nanami. “We’re three, three months away from competing.”

You blink, surprise flashing across your face. “With all due respect Coach, I’d love to compete––really I would––but I don’t have a partner and I’m not exactly fit to skate any of my––our––programs in singles.”

“You won’t be skating in singles,” The older male reassures, his calm tone cutting through your doubts. A look of confusion flickers between you and Nanami. “I’ve pulled a few strings and assigned you a new partner. We can start blocking the program out today and––” Yaga’s voice fades into the background as a blur of white streaks by. Before you can fully process what’s even happening, the Satoru Gojo himself––rising star in the men’s singles division, two-time World Champion, and going for his second Grand Prix Final win––stands before you, grinning like he had just won Olympic gold.

Heat floods your cheeks as he towers over you, his tall frame casually leaning against the rink walls. His blue eyes glimmer with unmistakable mischief. “Nanami was right––you are cute.” He practically purrs, his smirk deepening with every word.

“I did not say such things,” Your partner quickly corrects, a resigned sigh leaving his lips. “I suggested Suguru, but apparently, Yaga had other plans…” Nanami then turns to you, his expression tinged with regret. “I’m sorry,” he mouths silently. You offer him a small smile, your hand reaching out to gently squeeze his arm in reassurance. “It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice soft before you reluctantly step away.

Turning toward Satoru and Yaga, who are already deep in discussion, you approach cautiously. “You have three months to perfect this program,” Yaga begins, his tone firm. “But don’t get cocky. It’s hard––challenging––and let's not forget, it’s been years since you’ve set foot in pairs.” His grumbling words hang heavy in the air as his sharp gaze cuts through Satoru. “I know, I know,” your new partner drawls out, his tone dripping with nonchalance. He shoots you a cocky grin, his blue eyes sparkling with confidence as he glances your way. “You underestimate me, Coach. I’ve got this.”

You watch as Satoru commands the ice with effortless jumps, spins, and twirls exuding an air of confidence that seems to belong to him and him alone. As you lace up your skates, the sharp tap of crutches against the floor pulls your attention. “Hey,” Nanami greets as he hobbles over, stubbornly ignoring the wheelchair Shoko insisted he use. “How are you feeling?”

A heavy sigh escapes you as you focus on your laces, tightening them with a little too much force. “Not good,” you admit quietly. “We had a real shot at gold. Now? I don’t even know.” You pause, your frustration spilling out into your words. “Yeah, he’s good––amazing even––but that’s in singles. Pairs isn’t singles, and besides…” You hesitate, your voice softening. “He’s not you, Ken. It’s not the same.”

A low chuckle escapes Nanami’s lips as he carefully lowers himself onto the bench beside you, his gaze softening. “Yeah, he’s not me,” he hums, a warm, knowing smile spreading across his face. “But you still have a real shot at gold. Sure, I might’ve suggested Suguru because I think his technique is better, but Satoru’s good too. He’ll do whatever it takes to get you that gold. I mean it. If I can’t do it this season, he will.”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you think.” Turning toward him, you decide to change the subject. “So, what are you gonna do with all this free time now?” You tease, playfully nudging Nanami’s shoulder as you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Help our junior’s on their senior division programs,” he replies, gaze flickering over to the smaller rink where Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi are in the middle of a lively argument, each trying to claim the rink to run their routine. “Someone’s got to keep those kids in line.”

Eventually, Nanami is dragged away by an eager Yuji, who’s basically bouncing off the walls to show him his program. “You ready to blow these judges away, cutie?” Satoru calls out, his voice deep and confident, echoing through the facility as he effortlessly glides towards you.

You step onto the ice, biting back the urge to roll your eyes. Suguru, content with his role as an observer for your first practice with your new partner, hovers near the speakers, watching intently. “I’ll teach you the baseline choreography first, then we can block it out if needed, and after that, we’ll work on lifts,” you suggest, sliding past Satoru with ease as you glide towards the center of the ice. The rhythm of your skates is steady, the cold air sharp around you as you prepare to dive into the work ahead.

“Sure thing, sweets,” Satoru replies as he immediately follows after you, practically bounding across the ice like an eager pup. “I’ve been told I’m a very quick learner.” He positions himself at your right, claiming the space with a wide grin as he awaits your instruction. With a nod to Suguru, the familiar notes of the classical piece you and Nanami had chosen months ago for your program began to fill the air. The music swirls around you, setting the tone as you move slowly across the ice.

You watch closely as Satoru mirrors your movements, every step and turn precise, even down to the tiniest of details. He’s hot (though you’d never admit it aloud), successful with a handful of titles under his belt, and quick to learn.

What more could you want in a partner?

You couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement by the awareness that this dynamic could just work. Things were going smoothly, the rhythm of the routine flowing effortlessly, until you both approached the first lift. Humming softly, Satoru reaches out, circling around you with practiced ease, his large hands settling a little above your waist. With a soft grunt, he hoists you into the air, poised to toss you into a smooth rotation. But then, without warning, your skate snags the fabric of his clothing while his own blade stutters across the ice.

The next thing you know, you’re both crumpling to the cold in a tangled heap of limbs. With a shake of your head, you push yourself back onto your feet, ignoring the dull ache that lingers in your body. You reach out, grabbing Satoru’s hands to help him up, your grip steady as you pull him back into the rhythm. “It’s okay,” you say softly, your chest heaving from the impact. “Let’s just try the other ones.” You offer him a reassuring smile, determined to keep things moving forward despite the brief stumble.

But time and time again, you and Satoru find yourselves sprawled out across the ice, each fall more bruising than the last. The impact was relentless, and soon, patches of purple began to bloom across your flesh, a visible reminder of the constant missteps. “What are we doing wrong…” you grumble, hands planted firmly atop your hips as glide slowly across the ice, catching your breath and trying to sort out your bearings.

You glance over at Satoru, hoping for some kind of breakthrough, that he’d have the answers to your problems, but all you see is the same frustration mirrored on his face. Suguru glides over with ease, his calm presence a contrast to the frustration in the air. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he says, a warm smile on his lips as he motions for you and Satoru to resume your practice. “It’s your first time working together, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” Satoru puffs out, still hunched over his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “We’ll get the rhythm down.” With a determined nod, he straightens up, the lingering frustration in his posture now replaced by a spark of resolve. He glides over to you, grinning from ear to ear as his confidence already starts to return. “Try not to worry that little head of yours, sweets. I’ll get you that gold, I mean it.” He winks, then reaches out to gently tap the tip of your nose with the pad of his index finger.

The simple gesture sends a jolt through you, your eyes widening in surprise as your heart picks up its pace, slamming against your chest. “Sure…” you grumble, quickly turning away to hide the flush that’s now coloring your cheeks, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your pulse races.

For days on end, you and Satoru tirelessly practice every lift, but each attempt ends the same way: with the two of you crumpled into a heap of limbs on the cold ice. The bruises are starting to accumulate and the Grand Prix Final looms closer with each passing day. Determination fuels your efforts, each fall met with gritted teeth and the resolve to try again. But eventually, the cracks begin to show, frustration seeping through as exhaustion and pressure bubble over.

“You’re doing it wrong!” you angrily exclaim, tugging at your hair in frustration. “You’re not supposed to throw me like some fucking ragdoll!” Your hands wave around wildly, mimicking the rough way he tosses you up into the air. “Well, how else am I supposed to do it then, huh?!” Satoru snaps back, his patience thinning as the heat of the moment takes over. “I don’t know! Figure it out!” You shoot back, already turning away to resume your previous position. “How the hell am I supposed to know the answer when you don’t?!” he protests, his hands running through his white locks in pure annoyance.

The tension between you both is thick, each of you feeling the pressure to make it work, but neither sure how to make it happen.

After a sharp scolding from Yaga, you and Satoru silently retreat to opposite ends of the rink, each taking a moment to cool off. “We can’t even get a single lift down,” you mumble, your anger clear as you glide over to the rink walls. Grabbing your water bottle from Nanami, you take a quick sip, trying to cease the heat of irritation bubbling under your skin.

Ever the steady presence, Nanami watches you with a calm expression. “You know, it’s not about getting it perfect on the first try,” he offers, his tone gentle yet firm. “It’s about building the trust to make it work.” You bite back the urge to roll your eyes, the frustration rising to the surface. “How are we gonna make it work when we can’t even build trust?” you snap, a sharp edge to your voice as you scoff and fold your arms tightly across your chest. “He says everything I’m doing is wrong when it’s literally him! He shouldn’t even be competing in pairs, Ken. I mean, no wonder he switched to singles! He’s just horrible, horrible. His technique? Lackluster. His partner work? Horrendous.”

“Relax,” Nanami retorts, his tone calm but firm, his steady gaze cutting through your irritation. “You’re letting your emotions take over––don’t. You have two months left. Go out there, perfect those lifts, and get that gold you’ve been working for.” He pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing, “I told you Satoru would get you that gold, and he’s going to. You just have to trust him.”

Letting out a sigh, you nod, your shoulders slumping as the fight drains from you. His words hit their mark, a stark reminder of the bigger picture––the goal that’s driven you this far. As much as you want to argue, there’s no denying the truth behind Nanami’s reasoning. Trust is the missing piece, and without it, everything else crumbles. You glance behind you, catching sight of Satoru as he meticulously runs through each step of the routine from beginning to end. His usual cocky demeanor is absent, replaced by a rare focus that makes you pause.

Taking a deep breath, you let the tension in your shoulders ease away. “Alright,” you murmur, more to yourself than anyone else. “Let’s try again.”

You hesitantly make your way over to Satoru, your skates cutting softly across the ice. The moment he notices you, he pauses mid-movement. His usual confidence seems to falter, and for a moment, he stares at you like a wide-eyed deer caught in headlights. He shifts awkwardly, clearly searching for the right words. Finally, Satoru exhales and says, “Listen, I’m sorry.” His voice is quieter than usual, laced with an earnestness that catches you off guard. “I’m not used to all this partner work,” he continues, glancing away briefly as though embarrassed to admit it. “And… I’ve been blaming my faults on you when it’s… it’s not even your fault. That’s on me.”

His sincerity hangs in the air, surprising you. This wasn’t the Satoru Gojo you were used to—the cocky, larger-than-life figure. This was someone trying to own up to his mistakes, and it stirs something unexpected within you. You shake your head, offering him a small but genuine smile. “I’m at fault too, you know,” you reply, your tone softening. “We’re partners. Not everything’s just on you.”

The weight of the tension begins to lift, and for the first time in days, weeks even, you feel the spark of something resembling teamwork. The air between you lightens, and in that moment, you both realize that trust isn’t something to be built alone—it’s a joint effort.

Taking Satoru’s hands, you both position yourselves at the center of the rink, ready to give the program another go. The familiar notes of music begin to fill the air, echoing through the rink and setting the rhythm into motion. This time as you glide across the ice together, the movements feel different––more fluid, more in sync. The tension, now replaced by a quiet yet determined focus, fuels every step and every turn. Each movement flows just a little more smoothly than before, guiding you both through the routine with a newfound confidence.

Approaching the first lift, Satoru moves into position, circling you like usual. His hands settle firmly upon your waist, and as he hoists you up, his blue eyes meet yours. A silent conversation passes between you––an unspoken understanding that feels almost like a promise. With a fluid motion, he tosses you out, and the world blurs around you as you spin in the air.

You spin and spin before landing on your blade, causing a look of surprise to spread across your features. The music swells, and for a moment, everything feels like it’s falling into place. Then, you land—perfectly, your blade digging into the ice with a solid, controlled grace. You catch yourself before the motion can spiral, and a look of surprise flashes across your features. It’s not just the success of the lift, but the realization that, for the first time, it actually felt right.

Satoru’s laughter rings out, bright and carefree, and you can’t help but join in. It’s a sound that fills the air, raising your spirits as you both move seamlessly through the routine. Each lift, each spin, is executed with newfound precision, the synchronization between you both growing stronger with every passing moment. It feels like everything is coming together—like you’re finally in the flow.

As you approach the final lift, there’s a moment of hope, a glimmer that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

But as it’s executed, everything unravels.

The familiar crash of limbs on ice rings out again. Once more, you both land in a tangled heap, the last lift slipping through your fingers like it always does.

To your surprise, you find yourself sprawled across Satoru’s chest, the coolness of the ice replaced by the warmth of his body beneath you. His large frame shields yours, and his hand instinctively curls around the back of your head, a gesture so surprisingly tender that it momentarily stills the frustration welling up inside you.

For a brief moment, the world feels still, the chaos of the fall fading into the background as you meet his gaze. There’s a quiet, unspoken understanding between you both—this wasn’t the outcome either of you wanted, but at least you managed to land the previous lifts. The sense of progress, even with the setback, lingers in the air.

Satoru’s hand gently strokes your head, and a small, rueful smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Guess we’re getting better at this, huh, sweets,” he murmurs, his voice low but warm, a hint of amusement hiding beneath the words. You return his smile, your own laughter filling the air as you lean forward, pressing your forehead gently to his chest. The warmth of his presence unexpectedly calms you, grounding you in the moment. “Yeah, yeah we are,” you reply, your voice lighter, the frustration having faded into a quiet sense of relief that neither of you, especially your new partner, hadn’t been injured.

Soon enough, days began to morph into weeks, and before you knew it, the clock had ticked down to the final month before the Grand Prix Final.

You and Satoru had made significant progress with the routine. Each step sequence, turn, and every lift had been perfected––all but the final one. “Maybe we should just take it out,” you propose, your hands deftly lacing up your skates with practiced ease. Your gaze flickers upward to Satoru, who stands before you, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable. The two of you are the only souls in the rink, the quiet stillness of the early morning wrapping around you both like a comforting blanket.

Satoru runs a hand through his white locks––a tell-tale sign of his frustration, one you had quickly picked up on in the short time you’d spent with him. “We’re a month away from the finals,” he begins, his tone laced with a mix of determination and exasperation. “If we wanted to take it out, we should’ve done it two months ago.” Your lips press into a tight line. Satoru was right––if you wanted to take the lift out, it was far too late. Removing it now would mean scrambling to improvise, and that wasn’t a risk either of you could afford to take.

“Well,” you say, rising to your feet with a determined glint in your eye. “Guess we’ll just have to keep trying, huh?” Your words earn a bright grin from Satoru, his usual confidence shining through as he immediately joins you on the ice, ready to tackle the routine with a renewed determination. You and Satoru practiced the lift over and over again, only to end up with one or both of you toppling to the ice each time. “Fuck,” your partner groans, his frustration evident as the two of you skid across the rink, tangled together after yet another fall. As usual, Satoru shields your body with his own, absorbing the brunt of the impact. The action causes your heart to flutter in your chest.

Ever since month two, Satoru has become unusually sweet with you. Sure, he always treated you kindly, but on top of the endearing pet names, he’d bring you small pastries from the nearby bakery during breaks, help you warm up before your shared practice sessions, and would even walk you to your car if practice ran late. “You okay?” Satoru questions, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts as he gazes down at you with concern. You raise your head, blinking as you process his words. Parting your lips, you prepare to speak when, unexpectedly, his hand reaches out, gently brushing away a stray lock of hair that clings to your skin. “Yeah…” you breathily reply, offering the male a warm, reassuring smile. “I’m okay.”

The two of you remain seated atop the ice, entangled in one another’s embrace while listening to the gentle whir of the facility’s air conditioning and the soft rhythm of each other’s breathing. Your head lays atop Satoru’s broad shoulder, basking in the warmth that radiates from his body as your gaze fixes onto the nearby windows, the morning sun pouring in.

Satoru’s hand absentmindedly caresses your hair, his gaze momentarily lingering on your features. “We should… probably try that left again.” He murmurs, hand sliding down to trace the line of your jaw. You raise your head from his shoulder, turning to face him, completely aware of the little distance between you both. “Yeah… we should.” You reply, watching as his blue eyes flicker from your eyes and down to your lips.

The air between you thickens, charged with something more––something unspoken, but undeniable.

You can feel the beat of your heart quicken, the atmosphere shifting as the distance between you both seems to shrink with each passing second. Satoru’s gaze lingers on your lips, his expression soft yet intense, as though searching for a sign, a cue, a signal.

Just as your lips brush against his, the doors to the rink suddenly swing open with a loud creak and in strides the rest of your company’s skaters, their voices cutting through the air. The moment is shattered in an instant. Both of you scramble apart, hurriedly placing space between each other, cheeks now flushed with sudden embarrassment.

The atmosphere, once thick with unspoken tension, is now replaced by the bustle of the others––Nanami still in his crutches, Suguru, and the juniors––entering. You quickly look away, trying to regain some composure, while Satoru casually leans against the rink walls, his face clearly flushed. “Looks like practice is starting again,” he says with a slight, awkward chuckle, running a hand through his soft white tufts.

You nod quickly, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as you adjust your posture, still trying to shake off the lingering warmth from the rather heated moment. “Yeah, looks like it.” You reply, your voice quieter than usual, betraying the unease swirling inside you. Satoru, still leaning against the wall, catches your eye again, his earlier awkwardness now replaced by a mischievous smile, though there’s a softness to his expression. “Don’t worry, we can continue what we started later,” he teases, though the flicker of something unspoken still lingers.

Just as you whip your head around to shoot back a snarky remark, Nanami calls your name, snagging your attention. You turn quickly, gratefully for the distance, and catch the blonde’s blue eyes as he waves you over. His expression is neutral as always, but you can sense a hint of curiosity in his gaze. “Suguru was about to start drills,” he says, his tone carrying the same authoritative edge he always uses when it’s time to focus. “You two joining? I know you’ve been practicing all morning.”

You nod with a smile. “I could use a break,” you say, giving Nanami a playful nudge on the shoulder as you step off the main rink, heading toward the smaller one together. Your Coach and former partner watch the blur of skaters glide by with sharp, analytical eyes, offering critiques on each one’s technique as if there were no tomorrow. “Put more height into that Satoru!” Yaga snaps, his pen tapping furiously against the rink walls. “I’ve seen a cat jump higher than you, boy.”

Meanwhile, off to the side, you, Nobara, and Yuji, are fully immersed in perfecting your spins, blissfully ignoring Nanami’s calls to focus on your jumps. Eventually, Yaga’s persistent calls of your name pull you away, the sound impossible to ignore as he beacons you back to the main rink. “Let’s run the program from the beginning. I want to see how things have been going,” he says, gesturing to Nanami, who’s already cueing up the music.

“Sure thing, boss.” Satoru cheerfully responds, motioning for you to join him as he glides toward the center of the ice. You follow suit, taking your starting positions. “This is going to suck…” you mutter, gaze fixed on the spot where the judges would typically be seated.

“Hey, hey, hey, none of that attitude on my ice, sweet cheeks.” Satoru teases, flashing you his signature grin. You playfully roll your eyes. “Sweet cheeks? That’s a new one.” But before he can reply, the familiar notes fill the air, and the two of you are swept into motion.

It was almost a flawless run.

Every step sequence, spin, twist, jump, and lift had been performed to perfection. Hell, you almost landed that final lift––the one that had been a thorn in your side for months––but unfortunately, you spun out, falling flat on your ass before recovering and striking your ending pose with as much grace as you could muster.

God the moment was messy––so messy––but it was progress. Progress that felt so damn good because, to date, that had been your most flawless run. The kind of run that made all those painful falls worth it, and gave you the kind of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d actually win gold at the Grand Prix Final.

Satoru’s breathy laughter reaches your ears as he makes his way over to you, arms already winding around your frame and pulling you into a warm embrace. “You killed that, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and filled with admiration, loud enough only for you to hear. “Thanks…” you reply, chest heaving with exertion. The adrenaline still lingers in your veins as you and Satoru stand there, frozen in place, both of you taking a moment to process the run.

Soon enough the lingering heat of the embrace fades, replaced by a quiet satisfaction. After a beat, you pull away, feeling a rush of energy as you bound towards the edge of the rink where Nanami patiently awaits, ready to analyze every inch of your performance. Nobara and Yuji crowd around your former partner, both of them eagerly chatting about your near flawless performance. Their voices overlap in excitement, pointing out the lifts, the spins, and every small detail that went right.

You can’t help but smile at their infectious enthusiasm, the energy in the air raising your spirits. “You were incredible out there,” Nanami says, his warm smile brightening as he pulls you into the warmest embrace he can manage, his crutches obnoxiously getting in the way. “Gold-worthy, if I do say so myself.”

You shake your head, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “I’ll take the compliments once we actually nail that last lift without either of us eating shit.” You retort, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes drift to the juniors––Yuji, Nobara, and even the usually reserved Megumi––joining in on Satoru’s over-the-top on-ice celebration, happily swinging Suguru around in an impromptu victory dance.

“By the way,” you blurt out, turning to Nanami as a question pops into mind. “When are you supposed to get out of the cast?” He glances down at the neon orange wrapping, covered in everyone’s signatures, before meeting your gaze. “Tomorrow, actually,” he replies with a shrug. “But I’ll be in a boot for a little while after that.”

Pushing off the rink walls, you glide effortlessly across the ice, gearing up to return to practice. “Hey, at least you’ll be outta that thing sooner rather than later.” You flash Nanami a smile before skating off to the opposite end of the rink where Yaga currently waits, ready to give you and Satoru feedback from your earlier performance. “Beautiful run you two,” he starts, voice steady. “I thought it was fantastic. The emotion was there, the technique––everything––but that last piece that just seems to be holding you both back.”

You and Satoru exchange a glance, nodding in agreement before bouncing a few ideas off Yaga about how to properly execute the move. As you prepare to try again, you immediately shake your head. “Nope, nope, nope,” you chant, and Satoru lowers you back to the ice with a confused look. “What?” he asks, furrowing his brows. “You’re gripping my ribs, Satoru,” you reply, motioning to his hands that currently engulf your sides.

He slowly blinks, trying to process his mistake. “Am I… not supposed to hold you there?” You crane your gaze over your shoulder, staring at him like he had started spouting water from his head. “No…? You’re squeezing my ribs…”

The two of you stare at one another, sharing a silent moment of realization before trying again, this time with his hands resting on your waist.

To your surprise, it works. Aside from Satoru’s complaints of his wrists aching, you actually managed to land it. “Let’s try it again,” you command, turning back to face the male who’s already reaching for you, ready to go again.

This time, his hands slide down to your hips, an unexpected heat rushing to your cheeks. “Isn’t this… a little low?” you stammer, your breath casting as he pulls you into position.

“Hm? No, I think it’s better, easier grip.” Without missing a beat, Satoru hoists you up again with a grunt, releasing you with practiced precision. You land perfectly in your ending post, not a single inch of movement betraying your control. A soft breath escapes your lips, and for the first time in weeks, you feel a sense of victory.

The two of you take a brief moment to savor the realization that you had finally nailed the last lift––the one that had tested your patience for months. Satoru’s gaze meets yours, an unspoken understanding passing between you. Without warning, he’s charging toward you, sweeping you off your feeting and spinning you both effortlessly across the ice, the exhilaration of the moment propelling you in a whirlwind of triumph and joy.

As time flies by, the clock seems to race ahead, and before you know it, you and Satoru are a day away from competing at the Grand Prix Final.

You and Satoru had finally managed to land the final lift, but not enough times to trust its consistency. Deciding to take a break from the ice that evening, you and your partner head to the nearby café, settling into a cozy corner with steaming mugs of coffee in hand. The warmth of the drinks matches the ease between you, as you chat effortlessly about anything and everything, the weight of training and the pressure of competition momentarily forgotten.

That day you learned many things about Satoru.

Besides the fact he was a huge Digimon nerd and often spent hours upon hours scrolling through TikTok, you discovered a different, more intimate side to the male. You learned of his goal to win Olympic gold, his dream of eventually settling down and starting a family, and even his fear of not leaving a meaningful mark on the sport.

Satoru, too, took the time to learn about you in ways that went beyond surface-level details like your favorite color or passion for skating. He got to understand the real you––the person beneath the routines and the ice.

“Well, this is me,” you murmur, clutching your drink tightly as if it might steady the fluttering in your chest. Standing beside your car, you glance up at Satoru, his soft smile easing some of the tension in the air. With an easy motion, he reaches out to open the door for you. “Get home safe, sweets,” he says, his voice warm with a touch of affection that lingers in the quiet night. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nod, sliding into the driver’s seat with a soft smile. “See you tomorrow,” you echo, your voice carrying the same tender warmth he had shown you. As you settle in, your gaze lingers, catching the way Satoru hesitates for a moment, his eyes holding yours with quiet intensity as though he’s debating something unspoken. Then, with a subtle smile, he turns on his heel and heads toward his car parked a few rows away. His silhouette, bathed in the soft glow of the street lights, lingers in your mind, leaving your chest feeling unexpectedly light.

As the night drew to a close, you nestled beneath the blankets, a contented warmth wrapping around you. Your mind wandered through the memories of every practice with Satoru, each moment replaying like a cherished highlight reel, reminding you of the journey that had brought you to this point.

In what feels like the blink of an eye, you find yourself nervously standing at the edge of an unfamiliar rink in a bustling venue, anticipation coursing through your veins as you await your turn to perform your long-anticipated program. The air hums with energy, every seat filled with friends, family, and fans, all eager to cheer on their favorite skaters.

“Hey.” Satoru’s gentle voice cuts through the whirlwind of your thoughts, grounding you. His hands slide up your arms, rubbing them softly in a comforting rhythm meant to steady your nerves. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his tone warm and reassuring.

You release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your eyes flickering from the jumbotron displaying the current scores to the stands. There, Nanami, Suguru, Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi are all on their feet, cheering like madmen, their energy practically radiating across the arena. It’s contagious, and for a brief moment, it settles you. “Nervous. Scared, even,” you admit, your lips pressing into a tight line.

Satoru hums, his hands continuing their soothing motions as he follows your gaze. A grin slowly spreads across his lips as he pauses, waving at your friends and teammates in the stands. “Remember what I told you when we first started skating together, sweets?” he asks, tone light and teasing. You raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. “How I look like a duck in my sit spin?”

Satoru nearly chokes on his own spit, shaking his head in disbelief. “What? No!” he protests with a laugh. “I said I’d get you that gold––and I mean it. You and me? We’re topping that podium.” With a shared smile, the two of you pull apart, exchanging gentle high-fives and soft fist-bumps––your little pre-ice ritual that’s become second nature. Then, with one last, meaningful glance, you both glide onto the ice, your bright smiles spreading across your faces as you’re greeted by the roaring cheers of the audience.

Taking your positions at the center of the ice, you and Satoru strike your opening pose, locking eyes in a quiet moment of understanding. You both inhale deeply, synchronizing your breath before you whisper, “I trust you.” A warm smile spreads across your face as you meet his gaze. Satoru’s smile mirrors yours, his eyes soft but confident. “I trust you too, sweetheart,” he replies, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze before returning to his stance.

The venue seems to hold its breath as the delicate notes of the chosen classical piece drift through the air, filling the space with an almost tangible anticipation.

As if guided by instinct, you and Satoru glide effortlessly across the ice, moving in perfect harmony. Each step, jump, spin, and lift blends together seamlessly, the months of practice manifesting into flawless execution that earn soft cheers from your teammates and a proud fist pump from your coach waiting from the sidelines.

With the final notes of the music approaching, you and Satoru brace for the last and final lift.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses your face, but it’s quickly replaced by focus as you glide into position with grace, Satoru circling you with a quiet intensity. A wordless understanding passes between you, and in an instant, he grips your hips, raising you up into the air before tossing you with a steady precision.

The world seems to pause as you spin, the faces of the crowd merging into a swirling blur. With a graceful flourish, you raise your arms high above your head, movements sharp and precise. The spin slows, culminating in a powerful finish as you strike your ending pose, your toepick firmly anchored into the ice.

Your chest rises and falls with each labored breath as you take in the stunned expressions of your friends, family, teammates, and coach. For a brief moment, the venue is wrapped in a blanket of silence, the air heavy with anticipation––then it erupts into a thunderous wave of cheers and applause, the sound crashing over you like a tidal wave.

Your gaze immediately snaps to the jumbotron, heart pounding as you watch your and Satoru’s names soar to the top of the leaderboard. A stunned laugh escapes your lips, and you instinctively turn to share the moment with your partner––but he’s already one step ahead. Before you can react, Satoru’s hands fly up to cradle your face, his touch firm yet tender, and then his lips are cashing onto yours in a kiss filled with fiery intensity and raw emotion.

“I told you I’d get you that gold,” Satoru murmurs against your mouth, his voice a low, playful rumble laced with a soft chuckle. A soft laugh escapes you as your hands slide up to rest on his wrists. “Correction,” you tease, your voice barely above a whisper, “I got you that gold.” Before he can counter, you close the distance again, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

After a moment of shamelessly losing yourselves in each other, completely ignoring the cameras and family members watching from the stands, the two of you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed. Satoru’s hands shift, cradling your face as he tilts your head gently, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. The soft, intimate gesture sends a rush of warmth through you, leaving your heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with the routine you’d just performed.

Fingers intertwined with yours, he gives your hand a light squeeze before spinning you in a graceful twirl. The fabric of your dress flutters like a whisper in the air, catching the light as the two of you come together once more, bowing deeply to the judges and the roaring crowd.

With a steady hand at the small of your back, Satoru guides you off the ice, but before you can fully process the moment, the two of you are enveloped in a crushing hug from your teary-eyed coach. “I knew you two would do it!” he exclaims, his voice cracking with emotion as he practically bounces on his feet like an overjoyed child on Christmas morning.

The medal presentation feels like a blur, a whirlwind of applause, flowers, and the weight of gold settling around your neck. Before you know it, you and Satoru are seated under a sea of flashing cameras, reporters eagerly vying for answers about your future in the sport.

“Mr. Gojo, many are wondering if this victory marks your permanent return to pairs. Will you continue competing in singles as well?” a bright-eyed reporter asks, leaving forward and thrusting a microphone toward him. Satoru chuckles, leaning back slightly as he adjusts the device. “Well,” he begins, his tone playful yet sincere as he turns toward you, his eyes softening with a tender warmth that steals your breath. “I can’t exactly leave my girlfriend now can I?”

The room buzzes with activity––murmurs spreading like wildfire, fingers flying across keyboards, and pens scratching feverishly against notepads. Yet none of it registers. All that matters is Satoru’s words, echoing in your mind, sending your heart soaring higher than it ever has before.

Satoru Gojo was nothing if not a man of his word.

From that day forward, he never left your side––on or off the ice. True to his promise (and with his usual flair), he helped you win gold after gold after gold, solidifying your reign as an unstoppable pair. Season after season, you both dominated, your partnership becoming the stuff of legends.

Now, as you stand together atop the Olympic podium, the world watches in awe. Grins stretch across your faces and you hold your gleaming medals high for the cameras. With a gentle, familiar grip––one that mirrors the trust you share in your lifts––Satoru helps you down from the podium and guides you back onto the ice.

With your attention focused on waving to roaring fans, you don’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere as the cameras pan over to Satoru, who, with a carefully measured smile, lowers himself onto one knee. He digs around in his costume pocket, pulling out a small black box that catches the light.

“Sweets?” he calls, his voice drawing your attention.

You turn, still beaming, and meet his gaze. “Yeah, what’s up, Toru?”

His grin widens as he presents the box, revealing a gleaming gold band with a sparkling rock nestled at its center. “I promised I’d get you gold,” he begins, his eyes glinting with excitement as he watches your face shift from surprise to shock. “Now… will you do me the honor of promising me mine?”

You can’t help but laugh at his infectious happiness, but even so, you nod, gliding forward with a heart full of emotion. Gently, you cup his face between your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms. “I’d love to do the honor of promising you your gold,” you whisper, your voice barely a breath as the moment swells in meaning.

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ink4blotches · 2 years ago

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Pavitr x reader angst please 🙏🙏

Everyone Loves Heroes(Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader)

I gotchu anon ;))

Got a little confused halfway with this one, so it's a bit confusing to read but bear with me because it's 1am and I'm running on Coca Cola and sour straws :D

Synopsis/Feels: Basically Y/N is this worlds Gwen Stacey, famous for a bit at the end because idk, imagine that press scene from ITSV when MJ was talking to the city after Blond Peter died, reader dies(obv), angst y ag but that's what they wanted, reader is a girl, yeah yeah you get it.

Word Ct.: 885

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It was just a normal day. Fighting thugs, feeding stray dogs, eating vada pav, hanging out with the rare, the elusive, the literally famous, singer Y/N Singh, yknow. The norm for Spider-Man: India.

Everything was going normally. A little boring, but normally. Nobody was in a huge amount of danger, and Y/N had worn a lovely outfit, which showed she was in a good mood.

He wanted to spend the entire day with her, to not leave her side. But alas, his duties as Spider-Man prevented him from doing so.

He should've been more careful. He should've stopped and wondered why his Spidey-Sense had been going crazy all day.

But no, he made what seemed to be a tiny mistake leaving her alone.

5 hours later, he's saving a bus from falling off the bridge connecting two cities, after it unfortunately collapsed. Struggling and he can only balance one thing, since even Spider-Man can't balance a bus with one hand.

He thought everyone had gotten away. That everyone on the bridge was safe.

"Hey, look out!"

That's when his heart absolutely shattered. He'd recognize that voice from a billion miles away. It was Y/N Singh. HIS Y/N Singh.

And she was there.

He could barely keep the bus up as he tried desperately to get a look at where his love was.

"It's okay...here, I'll carry you." He watched helplessly, his arms aching from holding a bus up alone, and his eyes stinging from the wind blowing through his cracked lens.

As Y/N grabbed the kid's hand, she seemed to notice the same thing Pav did.

She didn't have enough time to carry that kid away.

So she turned, giving Pavitr a quick glance. And despite not knowing the Spider hero, she put her faith in him to save the kid.

And so, a split second before the bridge collapsed, Y/N Singh tossed the kid, then falling the the streets below.

And Pav was helpless to do anything.

•

Pavitr tapped one of the microphones once, then a second time, causing the feedback to ring throughout the ginormous speakers set up around town hall.

"Sorry- I've never done anything like this before. And I don't have anything prepared to say..." Pav trails off, glancing at all of the cameras and eyes on him.

Mumbattan had just lost it's most beloved singer, who was well known to be dating Pavitr Prabhakar. It was an absolute bomb dropped on the poor city.

So right now, they needed someone to tell them it was gonna be okay. That, with time, everything would go back to normal. And they would rely on her boyfriend to tell them that.

But alas, Pavitr had also lost a piece of himself. He wanted to go home and cry, maybe even beat himself up for failing to save her.

The only reason he's here is because Gayatri and Inspector Singh expressly asked him to be. So he took a big breath before just...speaking his mind.

"I'll be honest. Y/N and I have been dating for 4 years, as most of you know. And in those 4 years, I found myself more than I had in my entire life before I knew her. I was lucky to know her on such a personal level, and it's...hard. Knowing she's gone. At times she would go on tour for months, but I knew she'd be back. Now...she's gone. Forever." Pavitr paused, sniffing in to stop his nose from running.

"Y/N was an amazing person. She was an inspiration to many, a light in the darkness to some, a friend to all, as well as a daughter to Mr.Singh, and sister to Gayatri Singh. And, at the end of her life, she was a hero.."

Pav thought for a moment. He shouldn't say the next part, he really shouldn't.

But he did.

"But she was also my girlfriend. And I hate that the world took her away from me so soon. As much as it pains me to say it, I can't lie. I hate that she had to be the hero that saved that boy. We all love heroes, and we're all sad when they pass away. And that sadness passes in a few weeks for most. But to me, Gayatri, and Inspector Singh, we can't just turn off the channel and pretend it didn't happen."

Pav knew he should've just stopped there, and everyone else did too.

But in a way he was talking to Y/N as well, hoping that his message would get to her no matter where she was.

"In the end, everyone loves heroes. Until they're the people close to them. Then it's a completely different story."

Pav knew he was condescending himself. He knew he wasn't making any sense. He saw poor Gayatri burst into tears less than 10 feet away from him.

But he had to keep going.

"I just wish Y/N could've been selfish for once in her life. Prioritized herself over a kid she didn't even know so she could stay with me. But she couldn't. It wasn't like her."

Pav took a deep breath, leaning closer into the microphone for his final word.

"And that's what I loved about her."

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar #actsv #across the spiderverse #pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n

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windsfavored · 3 months ago

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@marchingasone &&. said... there's not a single word as the 11th harbinger drapes himself over a comfortable chair, reclining sideways as if it's the most comfortable bed. downtime is rare, but even childe will take a break when needed. it doesn't matter if it's scaramouche's office, nor does it matter if scaramouche is already in said chair. childe is comfortable. "you're too busy," childe utters quietly. "it's no fun when i'm constantly having to chase after you."

the scratch of a pen; the steady ticking of a clock. all sounds the balladeer equates with productivity. though it's true the position he occupies is oft equated with being a terrifying force on the battlefield, the existence of a harbinger just as often dabbles in matters of POLITICS and its associated pitfalls. most prominently, paperwork — of which kunikuzushi frequently spends the time an ordinary person would WASTE on sleep tearing through with mechanical efficiency. sign this, read this, reject this. it's tedious work; by this time of the night, his chair begins to feel more like a PRISON — though he rejects the urge in favor of pushing himself even harder. the balladeer isn't a person, after all; he's closer to an object, a tool, a weapon to be wielded. his body experiences no fatigue — it's only his mind that festers with weakness.

but alas, the words are blurring together now. kunikuzushi puts his pen down and pinches the bridge of his nose, groaning softly. just a minute, he thinks. unfortunately, just a minute is all FATE needs to drop a massive distraction in his lap — quite literally.

❝ ... and you're irritating. ❞ are the first words out of his mouth — evidently the sixth's equivalent of a GREETING. he drags his hand slowly down his face. it's a bit awkward sharing the chair like this; childe appears sprawled out like a gangly, orange cat. talk about undignified. ( frustratingly, there's a part of kunikuzushi that isn't exactly UNHAPPY to see him. ) ❝ perhaps you haven't realized it yet, but i'm not here to entertain you. ❞ he wrinkles his nose; a look of disdain that would appear far more intimidating on less GENTLER features — though the balladeer does try his very best with the face his creator burdened him with. even so, even despite the ( surface level ) frosty reception, it's quite telling that he doesn't shove him away immediately. ❝ don't you have your own obligations to worry about? ❞ tragically it seems as long as the eleventh feels inclined to BOTHER HIM, kunikuzushi simply cannot tend to his own.

... well, he could try. but truth be told, he's feeling awfully BORED himself — and childe gives him an excuse to blame someone else for his lack of productivity.

deciding he may as well see where this takes him, the balladeer asks, ❝ you found me — so what do you ACTUALLY want? ❞ hopefully something the slightest bit interesting.

#marchingasone #( scara pretending to act annoyed & exasperated while fooling no one smh JDSVKS )

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silksosoft · 10 months ago

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Reading - KinnPorsche#2

A different game by CorvusCloudburst (4.2k) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40148862 A post episode 13 storyline. Kim goes violent because he is too worried for Chay, literally kidnapping him.

A Guide to Living, Laughing, and Loving for the Corporeally Challenged by bisexualbard (14.3k) https://archiveofourown.org/works/50550718 Kim disappears and comes as a ghost to haunt Chay, who doesn't like the way Kim is. Little bit of mystery

Checkmate (series) by majestictortoise (105k in total) https://archiveofourown.org/series/3041331 It's a series of 7 stories in total, each concentrating on one of the characters, yet the rest are also always there. Though the series makes up a cross-cutting, yet - alas! - unfinished plot, every story is finished in itself. Loved every one of them, as all the characters are well thought-out and the relationships are as healthy as they could be with all the mafia-thing involved. The setting is after the end of the original show. I'd say it's a kind of a fix-it in the sense that the author tries to bridge the gap between the story we had in the original show and the story it could have been if the creators had been more logical and hadn't left so many question unanswered. One more thing that I like is that all characters don't exist in the story as if there's nobody around - they keep their ties, (mock)hate those they (mock)hate, and love those who they fall for, and brothers are bothers not just because we are told so.

Machine Gun Kick - mainly Porsche's pov. He learns about the video of the fight at the Yok's bar, tries to talk to Chay and from this point the story rolls on. It's all confusing shades of grey, as Porsche puts it. He is reasonable and caring, I have to admit - it's the version of Porsche I do like most.

Counterpunch - While Vegas is recovering at hospital, Pete is getting adjusted to his new role in the family, still cared for by Khun, relied on by Macao and Korn becoming an issue and a threat. So it's time for everyone to choose their side.

Kotov Syndrome - In a nutshell, the summary tells it all - Kim ruins some of his father's plans, talks about his feelings, totally doesn't cry, and finally gets to kiss a cute boy.

Trigger Creep - Now it's Kinn's turn to keep the story going. Kim finally tells his brothers about his investigation, and from that point it's getting more and more intense - involving trust issues, kidnapping, and old sins coming for the revenge

S.I.N.G. - It's Chay's turn to be kidnapped, right from the compound. The opponents make themselves clear about their actions and reasons - nothing nice and nothing new - so teamwork is what they need for survival.

Middlegame - Macao spends time under Khun's protection while Chay is kidnapped. They bicker, share some dirty family secrets and eat ice-cream

Enhanced Interrogation - Vegas doesn't know what to do with his life, has some regrets, questions and doubts and puts into action some plans that he believes he may not survive

#kinnporsche #me reading #Reading - KinnPorsche #kinnporsche the series #review #kinnporche the series

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mybiasisexo · 2 years ago

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Entangled - Part 7 Snippet

I feel soooo bad for the delayed update 😭. I want the next chapter out as much as y’all do, but this chapter is hard bro 😭. I’ve literally rewritten it like 6 times and even still I’m not satisfied with it 😪. So, here is a little treat!! Will this be in the final cut?? Shoot, idk tbh 🤷🏾‍♀️. But alas, for your patience ✊🏾😔. Appreciate y’all real bad!!! 💕💕💕

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asks. It takes you out of your hyperfocused stare and you blink up at him, catching the way he grins. He must know what he’s doing.

You clear your throat and start taking off your heels before walking over to him. He remains standing stalk still, his breaths controlled as you slowly prowl over to him.

You watch the way his irises blow out, darkening in a way you haven’t seen in years, but know all too well. When you’re about a foot away, you abruptly turn and sit on the edge of his bed.

He takes a deep grounding breath, running a hand over his face as he lets out a tortured groan before falling onto the chair holding his jacket.

A silence falls over you, but it’s not awkward like it had been in the elevator. If anything, it’s heavy with the weight of your attraction you both have for each other. That attraction is somber though, with the pain you both carry as well. With him so near after so long, the pain in your chest feels ten times heavier. You aren’t sure if you’re going to burst into tears, or maul him–you’re sure either option would lead you to regret. So instead, you stare at your lap, where your hands knot almost painfully into each other. He’s not making matters worse. If anything, you’re getting more self conscious with the way you can feel his heavy gaze. You find it a bit exasperating.

“Can you stop that?”

“Stop what?” He asks in confusion. The way his voice has deepened doesn’t pass you.

“Staring,” you clarify, lifting your gaze up to him. Once your eyes lock, he turns away shyly.

“I can’t help it,” he reveals quietly. “I just… can’t believe you’re really here. That….” He pulls gently on his earlobe, face turning pink. “That you’re in my hotel room. I feel like I’ll blink and you’ll be gone.”

He sounds so sweet, so sincere, so…heartbroken. That constant push and pull you’ve been feeling towards him this past few days hit you simultaneously. Part of you wants to dismiss him and try to deflect, but another part–that’s a lot bigger than you’d be honest about–wants to fall into his arms. You’re reminded again of last night, of how close you were to giving into him completely. If it hadn’t been for Yerim….

No, no. You can’t go there right now, not with you alone with him in such small quarters.

Time to change the subject.

“Why did you invite me here?” You ask.

“I wanted to apologize,” he reveals.

“For what?”

“There’s a lot to apologize for, I’m sure,” he begins, sinking more into his chair and leaning his head back so that he can stare up at the ceiling. “But I think the biggest thing right now is for last night.”

“You remember?” You ask skeptically. He was really drunk and, well, a lot happened in a short amount of time. A lot that you both need to unpack to be able to do…whatever it is you’re trying to do. You aren’t really sure. Closure, definitely. But what after that? You guess you’d just cross that bridge when you got to it.

“Trust me, the boys refused to let me forget,” he grumbles. That brings out your first grin since the wedding. They really are Team You, and are incredibly insufferable with it. You can only imagine the things Sehun said to him. Damn, maybe you should apologize as well.

“I don’t remember everything,” he says. “But they let me know how I made a complete fool of myself. That I…that I kissed you?”

The tips of his yoda ears turn an endearing shade of red, letting you know that he does indeed feel embarrassed over what the others told him he did. You wonder if he knows what he said to you. How he was practically begging you to take him back.

“You did,” you confirm.

#exo scenarios #chanyeol scenario #entangled #tbh I don’t feel like tagging lmao idc #will tag ppl that I feel would be interested later cause I’m working rn #but enjoy!! again so so soooo sorry for taking forever #😭😭

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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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Dark Angel Reaction: Rising

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[Oh, shit, is it this one? I think it might be. Ack]

🤔🤔🤔 Phantom sensation??? But he got it right!? Each time!?

Bitch you almost transfused all o’ it! You went and fell asleep

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Ack. Ackkk!

[Y'all, why have you not learned proper transfusion protocolsssss; y'all need other witnessessss! To make sure you don’t pass out! She legit took field med courses at Manticore. I know this because Alec mentions it later. How does she not know proper triage?!!??!]

These. Bastards. Do NOT. HAVE A CANDLE. LIKE IT’S A DINNER DATE. [Yes they do]

“I’M READY” tf?

Ack

WHAT TF [I think this is the same group of people from the Bruno episode] ack

Hunters funeral minus the death FIRST! ACK! BRUTAL [They don't feel it tho] ANDDDDDDD??? [True]

[Apparently the weird monologues are contagious] They areeee tho

But alas, she will

[NOO HIS ACCENT] I knowwww! Herbal. Your woman’s an idiot

[That poor dude! I loved that episode, but he didn't deserve it lakdsjf] I KNOWWWWW

WHY HE REACH FOR SKETCH’S… pencil… LIKE THAT???

[DUDE I WANNA KNOW HOW TO WHISTLE LIKE THAT]

Don’t do it man! They gon burn you at the stake!

Ack still tho! [The table did not deserve that] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Gotta love random suspicious white dudes with buzz cuts and black trenchcoats; y'all ain't conspicuous at all]

OHHHH NOOOO

WELL DAMN! THAT WAS QUITE RUDE! [THEY KILL A DUDE… AND YOU TAKE ISSUE WITH THEM BEING. RUDE.] ☠️☠️☠️ I was calling them rude for killing him [I KNOW! YOU PROVE THE POINT!]

Sweeet lord [Apparently this whole episode is about people losing the stuff that makes them unique; Herbal lost his accent, and OC took a job that is literally so formulaic they're making her memorize a script.] Oooof 😦

Ye she’s gonna be done with this place soon

He gonna have a spinning fetus in his cornea now [Noooo]

Ouch [tbf, buddy did kinda bite off more than he could chew with that... It's like in *The Princess Bride*, when Westley jiggles his head and is like "yeah, that ain't gonna do us much good", except it's backwards, and Logan was like "ah, yes, let me stand upright on legs that haven't been used in months after having twitched an inch" ] Exactly

… Welp.

Ew. Ewwww! Why Kendra??? Whyyyyy????

[Max is a bit slow; the dude *is* Mr. Multiples] KENDRA WHYYYYY??? BLECh

Not a disfiguring accide- BOTH LEGS AND BOTH ARMS? WHAT IS THIS???

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Gon back and apologize to Normal ma’am [She kinda needed to not burn that bridge. It always annoys me when characters do that] Right?! [George did that in Dead Like Me; changed jobs, pissed off her boss in the process, and then hated the new job and had to go back. I get they don't like Normal, but he's also very lax about a lot of stuff]

Oh noo! Rainy window scene

☠️☠️☠️☠️

I love herrrrr

“I want his ass to stay crippled so he needs me” [This is healthy, Max. Bravo.] And normal.

That’s commission jobs for you [Once again, btw: Normal's employment situation is wayyy better. Like, it might not be great, but at least it's better] Yeasss

[Also, at least Cindy didn't get attacked because they were looking for Max adlkfj]

Runnnnnnn Max Runnnnnnnnnnnn

Blech [REBAR] BLECHHHHHHHHHHH

SHES LIKE WTF

[This is proof: Dean could've made it off- I mean what] ☠️☠️☠️☠️ [This Red dude had a full-fledged pipe about four centimeters across through him; the rebar was only one centimeter at most]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Blech! Ew!

Squeak

Ack

[Didn't- didn't they tell her this already? I swear they told her that outright in the Bruno ep]

Logan is like nooooo she my blood bank now [Nah, he's not that bad]

If they don’t get tf out of his neck imma pass out [You: Get tf out of his neck… Them: Oh, show you the neck? Okay!]

BLECHHH

[Maybe don't piss off your supersoldiers, dude] RIGHT?!? [They're way stronger than you]

Who is he?? The actor I mean? [Idk. I know him --- both of them --- but haven't looked him up.] CRIMINAL MINDS! That was it!

– – –

Jezebel: Aight sooo… so far we have learned that a.) post apocalyptic drs are as dumb as doctors in the real world… “oh you say you can feel this. You can move your toe. But that shouldn’t be possible so nah you’re wrong I'm right… 10000$ pls”

Wench: I don’t think he did actually move while there, but the point still stands

Jezebel: Two: Herbal without the accent makes me so sad! His girlfriend doesn’t deserve him!

Wench: I KNOWWWW. This is trueeee!

Jezebel: And tres: this has been the gahdamn bloodiest episode thus far and I do not appreciate it… 🤢🤢🤢🤢

– – –

I love OC so muchhhh [Me tooo]

Runnnnn boo!!! [I take back what I said about OC not getting attacked for Max's shite] 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ma’am better take out her own insurance

[I love he- OH SHIT IT'S *THIS* ONE] Aaaaaaahck! Neck shit

Blech

[tbf, she pulls off the bleeding eyes. Though the physical acting in this scene leaves much to be desired]

Welp now OC is gonna know [Yup] Tbf if I was max I’d be like look here woman!! I told you this already

“Do you see blood?” ye lots of it

[So much for Max's "too bad he's getting the use of his legs back"; his mobility is saving her life]

Blechhhhh

Aaachhkkkkkk

I’m over here dying; my husband’s laughing… Blech [Ma'am, it's stage blood and rubber skin]

Seizure stopped

I feel ya OC I FEEL YA

Blechhhh

["The truth" Ma'am, you tried that once already] ☠️☠️☠️ I think she’ll believe her this time tho ☠️☠️☠️

["I thought about telling you a million times" BRO SHE DID TELL YOU] And then she goes you ain’t gotta lie max.

Ooooop new ship unlocked 🤣🤣🤣 [I mean- OC does have a high degree of Respect for Max] Y’all just kiss and make up… sheeesh [OC is one of the first to act like Max is the leader despite her having 0 deserving traits] Awwwww… Think maybe this is why tho? [Yeah, I'm thinking… It's been something I wondered for a while]

Y'all, this scene is. SiStErLy fRiEnDsHiP

[Okay but can we talk about Normal following up his rant about her slacking off with "get some eye drops"??? That's vaguely sweet] This is very true

Oh, Normal, the smugness… I love it [ONCE AGAIN. Don't burn bridges until you're sure about stuff.]

[tbf, I think OC is a goddess, actually] SHE ISSS 😭😭

I LOVE THEMMMMM [HERBAL IS BACK! The real Herbal! The one who’s not pretending to be someone else!]

He’s gonna tickle her with his new moving toes

[Okay, that was a really weird shot, just saying] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [I swear, all of these episodes end with Max/Logan scenes…] Hmmm maybe… Just maybe… Cause they are the main characters ☠️🤣🤣🤣 [ Waits not so patiently for s2]

And now it works soo-

Oh ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Circlesssssssss

– – –

Jezebel: And another one bites the dust! One step closer to Bennnnnn!

Wench: :))) FINALLY! I have been waiting!

Jezebel: That’s gonna be quite the unhinged episode review…

Wench: IT WILL! *acts like a reporter and shoves a microphone at you* Got any thoughts before we get there?

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m nervous! Mainly because I know how it ends

Wench: Oh nooo

Jezebel: And ya girls not readyyyy! Imma be over here crying; my husband will be laughing (again) and you’ll be trying to remind me Alec is only a few eps away… It’s gonna be a mess

Wench: It's the best ep of s1! Take the best episode you've seen and make it wayyy better!

Jezebel: 🙂 And for that I’m excited. Soooo like Nervocited? Pretty sure that’s on MLP ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: We still have so many episodessss (but I think the episode with Ishim is coming up too, and I remember liking that one. It was my favorite of the pre-Jackles eps)

Jezebel: Oooo 🙂

Wench: Okay, BUT. That's for the future, so… Endpoint thoughts?

Jezebel: I’m glad OC is in the loop now! Even though technicallyyyyy she always has been… she just didn’t know it 🤣 Wish the writers would have thought of that. It would have been cute banter… But alas they are stoopid 🤣 kidding… kinda

Wench: This is true!

Jezebel: The scene with Logan standing did in fact look weird.. would have been better to have him stand off screen and take a step into view

Wench: THANK YOU

Jezebel: I like Logan’s friend, but, as always my faves are still Jam Pony!

Wench: See, going back to the thing earlier… That's what kinda causes me a bit of issue with the OC/Max bit. Like, do I think it's a possibility? Definitely. But I'm not sure I want it to be? Max is a highly questionable character now, and she gets worse in s2, and I love OC, so I really want her to have a decent ending

Jezebel: Is there any OC/Max stuff out there? There has to be lol! And this is very trueee!

Wench: idk, you know me and my mostly-not-reading-fic. I read some of @witchy-writer-lady’s works, but that was basically the extent of my Dark Angel fandom involvement. (It was before I got access to the show and was curious about the plot with no other way of figuring out what was going on, so I peeked at the non-smut Alec fics on AO3)

Jezebel: But like maybe OC can change herrrr 👀☠️☠️

Wench: alsadflkjsf THIS IS TRUE! And also, I do sometimes do the thing where I'm like "Well, I don't like them, but if they make Favored Person happy, I guess it's okay..."

Jezebel: Fairrr… And! BLECCHHHHH! the blooooodddddygorrinesssssss!! I’m not ok! Neither are the dudes, tbf, but me most

Wench: This is fair… I think it's the goriest we get

Jezebel: I was like oh surely it won’t be— oh. It is— OH ITS BAD! ACK!

Wench: Deepest apologies! It was not the episode I thought it was, and I'd forgotten it existed! I couldn't have warned you if I wanted to :] There's an episode with Big Drama about the wheelchair thing

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺

Wench: That’s the episode I thought it was, and it was not! But anyway, that’s upcoming.

Jezebel: 😤😤😤 With that I think my last thought is… ACK

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e12 #rising #max guevara #logan cale #normal #original cindy #herbal thought #sketchy #jezebel (pr)

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starrgaziinggg · 2 years ago

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get to know me

Thankyou so much to @cursed-mars-bars for tagging me in this!! I adore you and you have the best commentary analysis of friends with benefits ever!! I loved reading yours and I hope you like mine too 🫶🏻

Favourite colour (s):

my all time favourite colour is blue, but I like pink and green a lot too. blue takes the cake though, specifically this sunset blue colour

Currently reading:

basically i was reading books off that illegal website before it got shut down cause im super poor and now that its shut down i am gutted but i was reading The Divinci Code and a poem book called Mouthful of Forevers. the last fanfiction I read was @cb97percent ‘s Maniac’s collection, specifically Chan and Minho’s and oh my god they’re amazing, highly recommend.

my favourite series would have to be the bridge kingdom (totally underrated, if you like acotar/shatter me/cruel Prince you’ll love this)

Last Song:

My fave album rn is Searow’s new album and its absolutely beautiful i really recomend if you like tranquil music to give it a listen, my last kpop song i listened to was probably impurities by le sserafim because that song is a masterpiece and the best song to drive to

Here’s a link to my Spotify incase any of you want to see what I listen to hehe -> MY SPOTIFY ACCOUNT

Last Series:

im currently watching f4 thialand (it may or may not be because dew is in it and he is probably the finest man alive, but also win is an absolute gem) and im enjoying it so much. i watched meteor garden (the chinese version) years ago and i remembered loving it so i thought id give f4 thialand a try and its so good so far. its literally had me lolling so much i cba. the last series i finished watching was the new series of fate the winx saga (i grew up watching winx so it has a special place in my heart dont judge) BUT ITS BEEN FUCKING CANCELLED IM NOT OKAY i left a series of furious comments on the netflix page but alas no bueno. I also started watching extracurricular (kdrama) but I haven’t had time to finish it yet, as well as your name

Last Movie:

I WATCHED ‘BETTER DAYS (2019)’ LAST NIGHT I AM AN EMOTIONAL MESS I AM IN BITS WHAT THE FUCK WHY WAS IT THE BEST MOVIE I HAVE EVER WATCHED it has become my favourite for life and i dont even want to go to uni tpday so i can watch it again if anyone has watched it pls talk to me about it because i cant handle myself. Update: I’m currently watching spirited away while I write my uni assignment because it’s my comfort movie also I didn’t go to uni because I couldn’t be arsed 🫶🏻

Currently working on:

god so much ahhaha obviously begin again and friends with benefits are in the works, begin again is so close to being finished !! and friends with benefits is coming along nicely i love writing that story. i also started doing the fake texts and i (and you guys) love them sm so ill try and get all the members done this week but bear with me because i have an assignment due. i also have started two felix fics hhehrheheh but i sat down last night to write my ideas for the members down and i came up with some good ideas for seungmin and jeongin (i hardly see anyone write about them so i want to focus on making proper fics for them) so give me your thoughts as to what youd want to see after fwb and begin again are finished!!!

Here’s some potential titles hehe no promises tho !!

-> Hit me with your best shot - Seungmin (college baseball seungmin x studious reader, frenemies to lovers)

-> From someone you know - Felix (good boy turned bad Felix x best friend reader)

-> Summer loving - Felix (childhood best friends to lovers, takes place over the course of one week - readers dad’s wedding)

-> Wherefore art thou Romeo? - Jeongin (theatre/music students Jeongin x theatre student reader, friends to lovers)

Im so ambitious hahahaha I just love coming up with ideas lol so let me know if any of these tickle your fancy

Thanks for reading!! Hope this helped you get to know me better

I’d like to tag @sstarryreads @gibbysupremeacyisreal @mal-lunar-28 and honestly anyone else who’d like to do this!! Don’t feel pressured to answer the tag, this is all just for fun 🫶🏻

#bang chan #changbin #felix lee #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #jeongin #hyunjin imagines #lee know #hyunjin x reader

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xiv-wolfram · 2 years ago

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Blame - Comic Script

Patch 2.55

Wolfram has a moment for reflection after the Bloody Banquet.

Catch up on my WoL Comics (Chronological List)

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number. Numbers indicate frame number. A or B followed by ) is for a split frame.

TW: alcoholism, depression

They're back in Dragonhead. Wolf passed out on a bed. Alphi leaning against the wall looking miserable. Thought - "It's all my fault…how could I have been so naïve."

Wolf wakes with a start and yells angrily - "LEAVE HIM ALONE ILBERD!"

A) Wolf looking around B) annoyed, covers eyes with hand - "Godsdamnit".

Alphi shocked - "... W-Welcome back. How are you feeling? You took quite a blow to the head."

Wolf confused "I did? …I remember Rau's son finding us. The rest is a blur."

Alphi looks uncomfortable - "Well you um… you refused to leave. You bade me continue on. Then you drew your weapon and started back towards Ul'dah, ranting about how you were going to start an arms collection…were you referring to weaponry?"

Wolf furrows brow - "I was likely being literal. How did I come to be here? What news of the other Scions."

Alphi looks away, turning red - "We still have no word on our friends. As for you - Flame Marshall Tarupin leapt up and knocked you out with his sword hilt then drug you into the carriage. He said to calm you down once you woke and that he would find out where General Raubahn is being held. Then we met Cid, who delivered us here."

Wolf turning red and looking away, embarrassed - "Seven hells…" Thought - 'I finally meet the lad and end up making a fool of myself. Impressive feat though.'

Alphi confused "Pardon me?!" Thought - 'He doesn't seem quite himself…'

Wolf embarrassed, holding his hand to his head - "I had just pictured meeting Pipin under different circumstances is all." Dark Thought - 'It doesn't matter what he thinks of you. You're just a friend of his father's and lower rank officer in the Flames. What matters is massacring Ilberd, the Crystal Braves, the Brass Blades, and the Monetarists. In fact - do away with all of that wretched city. I'd be happy to help. Perhaps then he'll forgive you for failing him like that? Before I take his other arm, that is!'

Wolf hangs his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking worried - "Alphinaud, I need a stiff drink. I've heard the Ishgardians like their brandy - would you see if Haurchefant has a bottle and bring it here?" Dark Thought - 'Aw, you've tired of me so soon?'

Alphi concerned - "Is that wise right now." Thought - 'He's only just regained consciousness after several hours.'

Wolf grins bitterly - "It matters not, we have you if 'wisdom' is required, don't we?" Dark Thought - 'How cruel! You can't wound Ilberd so you sting this poor lad with your words!'

A) Alphinaud looks shocked and wounded. B) Alphi looks away sadly - "I suppose I deserved that."

Alphi leaving room.

Wolf leans back against the headboard, looking sad. Thought - 'That was indeed unkind. I don't know what came over me.' Dark Thought - 'I do. That was typical Wolfram - you cause a big mess and want to blame everyone but yourself for it. Almost twenty years later and you haven’t changed a bit.'

Wolf stares at the ceiling looking miserable eyes tearing - "It is my fault isn't it?" Dark thought - "After all, whose advice did Raubahn ask for? Who was it that brought Ilberd back into his life?"

Wolf covering mouth, looking at wall, eyes wide, a few tears fall. Dark Thought - 'Who sensed something was off about him yet said nothing? You knew how angry he was. You brushed it off as wanting vengeance for Ala Mhigo. You squandered your empathic gift when it would have saved them. Instead of focusing on how Ilberd's emotions changed near Raubahn to determine the cause, you were panicking when you sensed how Raubahn felt about him. Letting your mind run like a jealous fool.' ' Wolf - "I did this… I did this…"

Tears fall down Wolf's face. Dark Thought - 'You had so many opportunities to stop it all. The Scions value your opinion for some reason. You could have voiced your concerns. Instead you wanted to encourage Alphinaud. Why? Because he reminds you of your poor dead brother? Pathetic.'

Wolf brings his knees up to his chest and covers his face with a hand. Dark Thought - 'You ignored the warnings. You were too slow to save the Sultana. You abandoned Raubahn to fight off Ilberd alone. You let all your friends sacrifice themselves just to get you out. What are the chances they survived? Lolorito would have taken your beloved General alive to keep the Flames in line, but clearly he wants the Scions out of the picture.'

Wolf leans forward, burying his head in his arms crossed resting on his knees. Dark Thought - 'You reunited with the love of your life, gained his friendship, then got him horribly maimed. He'll never forgive you for this. If the Scions live they'll blame you as well. If they keep you around it will be simply as their weapon. Still more than you deserve. You found a new family and got them killed just like the first one.' Wolf - "Please just stop…please…" Sobbing noises.

Wolf sobbing noises. Alphi returns with a bottle. Concerned - "W-Wolfram? Are you alright? Does your head hurt that badly?"

Wolf looks at Alphi, tears falling down his face, smiling sadly - "Aye, the bloody thing is killing me. This should help though." Dark Thought - 'Farewell for now. I'll see you in your dreams.'

*Glug noises* Focus on Alphi, worried face - "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I'm terribly worried about everyone as well."

Wolf wipes his mouth while looking at Alphi apologetically - "No lad, it wasn't your fault. *hic* I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. The blame is now back where it belongs."

Alphi confused - "Well, we can discuss blame later I suppose... For now Ser Haurchefant would like a word with us. Are you feeling up to meeting with him?" Wolf grins - "Aye, my head is much better. Perhaps he'll have a lead on the location of our friends. *hic*"

Catch up on my WoL Comics (Chronological List)

#WoLComic #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #oc wolfram #ffxiv oc #hyur highlander #hyur #wolbahn #raubahn #raubahn aldynn #Alphinaud #WolframBlog

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davidmann95 · 3 years ago

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here we go here we go here we go

* I want you all to know I had the Square Enix Youtube page loaded up and I went to that first thing in the morning, and then physically blocked the screen with my hands and slowly uncovered it one calculated sliver at a time until I saw a runtime on a video that seemed right and looked to see it was indeed 'Kingdom Hearts 20th Anniversary Announcement Trailer' without seeing any potential individual trailers, so I got to go into this totally cold. Even up until the last second I didn't know if it was gonna pull a fast one and technically be some kind of interquel.

* Damn this is crisp, especially since it's running on Unreal Engine 4 when the finished product will be 5.

* "Your options are endless" suggests this could go well beyond Quadratum, but I hope they commit (at least on Sora's end) to this being a full-fledged open world game.

* That does indeed look like a Star Wars AT-AT foot! That'd make that gorgeous landscape Endor, and I do like to think of Sora escaping Quadratum, thinking "oh thank god it's funny animals and generic bad guys, the world makes sense again", and then a dad is trying to murder his son with a sword while a spooky old freak cackles in the background and Sora just breaks down. With the franchise's degree of influence on Nomura I'd be fascinated to see how this plays out, and also being extremely real Kingdom Hearts > Star Wars so I'd be happy to see the material elevated.

* I thought using The Caribbean's style engine in the Yozora fight was a very deliberate choice, and following that up here by giving Sora a relatively realistic 'do rather than his classic Goku hair is tripling down on that.

* I bet I would be extremely excited about Strelitzia if I had played the mobile games.

* Someone immediately doxxed Sora and apparently the flat he's in is $1.2 million in the real world, our boy's living in style. If he has a permanent living space in this game, might there be a day-night cycle ala Final Fantasy XV? Jesus, would rather than camping out like Noctis' crew the lost boy in the city with no way home literally have to sleep under bridges or on benches if he can't make it back to the apartment safe haven?

* THE REAL WORLD IS KINGDOM HEARTS HELL

* This thing seems to have as much in common with the Invisibles or to my eye even the Dark Inferno as much as the old Darksides.

* The little shot of the guy falling out of his car is the bit that truly brings it home for me as 'holy crap, this is basically the real world'; I had wondered why they put Big Hero 6 in the game before this when it'd potentially undercut the impact, but the contrast is a stark one.

* Getting a full look at it in motion, while it can't beat the iconic power of II, this might be my favorite look for Sora after that - that was the peak of what it was doing, this is the next step in an entirely new direction that III only started on the road towards. Pour one out though, I now assume Sora injured his feet as a kid and slowly gained courage throughout his adventures to tone down the padding:

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* I don't read many Kingdom Hearts fanfic these days, but I'm still following @kitsoa's IV[or]y Wall, and the beginning of the trailer so closely mirrored the opening of that that I legitimately wondered for a second if Sora wouldn't be able to summon his Keyblade.

* I only recently started paying attention to Yoko Taro's work - one of the mandatory multiple playthroughs of Nier Automata, and watching one of the Drakengard endings - but that's enough to see he's had influence on Nomura, especially with Quadratum. In that regard, the fight on the freeway and especially this Heartless seemingly draining most color from its surroundings (pay attention to the cars it's hefting) definitely gave me Copied City vibes.

* Crushed that the move to a new saga isn't met with the restoration of the Command Deck, but apparently the last COMMAND option below items is now 'Build'?

* A lot of Sora's moves here are clearly previz fakery in the same way as the reveal trailer for III, but that this is even suggestive of what they have in mind is pretty stunning.

* I know it's a drill which I understand has some Gureren Lagann vibes (another show I want to watch someday), but let it not be overlooked that before it forms Sora fully does a Kamehameha.

* Even just that pan up the building emphasizes how different the visual storytelling is here than anything we've seen in Kingdom Hearts before.

* New logo slick, and the triumphant horns accompanying it? Magnifique.

* Glad to see the boys and glad to hear the sound effect to emphasize that there's at least a slice of this that still plays by the old rules; their destination makes sense but boy, they really gonna bring James Woods back again?

* If Kairi is not journeying with Donald and Goofy I will be incensed.

* I have spent 13 years (13, damn you Nomura) obsessed with the vibe of this old fanmade Kingdom Hearts IV boxart, and it is shockingly close to the vibe here.

* There have been different translations/interpretations regarding a key comment: one that Nomura chose between making Kingdom Hearts IV or a Verum Rex game first and chose IV because folks were worried about Sora, the other which I find more plausible is that the debate was which of those two to name this game and he chose IV out of concern that players wouldn't associate it as a mainline Sora game otherwise (and presumably because Disney wouldn't be having any of that) - I've seen other comments supposedly from him elaborating on both, one saying he didn't want to develop two games at once, the other that they still call this Verum Rex around the office, but barring a crash course in Japanese I'm pretty sure which take I believe for now. In any case, that they considered naming this after their Final Fantasy self-parody if not in fact literally making that is beautiful to me.

* I assume I will be in my 30s by the time this comes out but that it won't be a 6 year wait like last time.

* I was worried that the success of III would lead to Disney clamping down on Nomura, but instead they seem to have really decided to let the mad freak to whatever he wants, and I couldn't be happier.

#Kingdom Hearts IV #Kingdom Hearts #Sora #Analysis #Opinion #Youtube

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atsukashii · 4 years ago

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Hi is it ok if I request y/n x kuroo & she/her & ☀️ & pink please?

smooth like butter, like a criminal undercover gon' pop like trouble breaking into your heart like that

✘ hey google: how do you tell if a guy is flirting with you?

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: aged up characters, bookshop au

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

“I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.”

Closing your work locker, you raise an eyebrow at the familiar six foot, raven haired guy, who smirks down at you as if he just won first prize. In cringe worthy pick up lines? Yeah he can take that medal.

“Are you calling me a snack?” You ask, adjusting the strap of your bag.

“Will you go out with me if I say yes?” Kuroo asks again, wagging his eyebrows at you teasingly, and you immediately know he’s messing with you.

“Not a chance.” Offering him a scathing glare, you spin on your heels and slip out the front door of the shop. When you’d first gotten the job at the small bookshop near your house, you'd have been ecstatic. Although you’d been less ecstatic about your new colleague who you’d never met before in your life, but had been slipping you cheesy and corny pick up lines every day for months.

You didn’t even know that there were that many ways to flirt with someone, but alas, Kuroo proved you wrong every shift. At first, you’d been a flustered bumbling mess trying to come up with a response, but as you caught on to how his hazel eyes glinted with untamed mischief, you’d decided that Kuroo wasn’t your favourite person.

That wasn’t to say that you by any means hated the guy, there was no way you could when he was literally one of the nicest people you’d ever come across in your life. He held doors open for you, and would volunteer to carry the new boxes of stock out back because they were heavy - although you had an inkling that was partly to show off. In the end, Kuroo is sweet, kind, and hilarious. But he thinks that hitting on you every day, and asking you out as a joke is also hilarious.

And it’s hilariously pissing you off.

Because somewhere down along the way, between the angel references and calling you a ‘cute-cumber’ you’d found yourself smiling at the lines. You found yourself anticipating getting to work shifts with him, just to see him and for the chance to witness the familiar rogue smile and the pure giddiness that emits from his very being.

But to him, it was a joke. And that left more than a bad taste in your mouth.

Adjusting your bag once more, you try to slide the store door closed behind you to keep the aircon inside - a stark contrast to the summer heat bearing down on you. Before it can close completely, a hand rolls the glass door to a stop and you find yourself once again looking up into hazel eyes.

“Not finished?” You snipe back, having reached your quota of fake flirting for the day. Kuroo doesn’t flinch at your tone, or maybe he just chooses not to notice judging by the smile that graces his face. Maybe, just maybe you could eventually get over him. It’s not going to go anywhere, if it was going to, he wouldn’t have waited literal months to make a move. So maybe, you can let him go.

“Oh I have plenty more for you princess, but I just thought you might want this first.” In his hand is a copy of the book you’d been reading behind the counter of your shifts. Blinking twice, you realise it’s got similar dog eared pages and a crinkled spine from continuous use - that's your book. Instinctively you peer into your bag on your shoulder, and alas, it's empty. With an empty mind, you take the item from Kuroo’s outstretched hand, and offer him a quick thanks as you try to swallow the emotion in your throat.

“You’re most welcome. Walk home safe, I'll see you tomorrow princess.” Kuroo responds with a rogue wink that has you flushing from head to toe. His knowing grin proves that was the response he was looking for, so you quickly shove the book in your back and practically run from your work - swearing that you can feel his gaze on you the whole way home.

Yeah, there’s no chance you’re going to get over him.

This is cemented on your next night shift. You stand behind the counter, your eyes glancing up from the book you’re reading to the group of teenage girls giggling amongst the young adult isle. Really, it should be an actual law for people to be as quiet in bookstores as they are in libraries.

The door opens once more, and you begin to groan internally at the thought of even more rowdy teenagers coming in, but instead Kuroo slinks through the door in all his six foot two glory. Dressed in his work shirt, some black jeans and his usual sneakers, he looks good and the bastard knows it from the raised eyebrows he shoots you when he catches you looking. You don’t reply, but instead turn back to your book, ignoring him and the gaggling teenagers who suddenly shut up as he walks past them to go to the back room. You can’t blame them as their eyes stay glued to his every movement. Kuroo walks like he was meant to carry the world on his shoulders, but instead spins it like a basketball on one finger. As if the most difficult things for him are effortless. Like a god amongst men. Okay, let's not go that far. If he ever heard that, his ego would asphyxiate everyone from here to the south pole.

“Do you like my shirt?” Kuroo’s question has you turning around before you can stop yourself, but you’re all levels of confused as he holds the hem of his shirt in pinched fingers away from his body. His shirt? It’s his work shirt…

“Uh it’s your work shirt…” You manage to mumble out, brows still furrowed, completely baffled.

“Yeah but its made of a different material.” He points out, moving closer to you, only looking up from his shirt and to you when he’s standing only a few feet away. “Boyfriend material.” His grin is actually blinding, so you’re not sure if you’re squinting from that, or from the way you scrunch up your nose in distaste at his line.

“I hate you.” You grumble, turning away and looking down at your book once more, letting your hair fall over your cheeks to hide the flush splashed brightly across them.

“Hate me? Why must you hurt me so princess?” Kuroo jokes, and you find yourself getting more and more disappointed as he grows quiet and begins to start on his own work for the shift. It’s not until you both notice the gaggling girls practically drooling on the floor at him that you decide you need to take your break.

Closing your book loud enough to startle the group of girls and the guy flicking aimlessly through a volleyball magazine at your side. “I’m going for my ten.” You offer in explanation as you try to move out back. You don’t get to even make it past the counter before there's a warm hand wrapping around your own. Kuroo’s hand completely engulfs yours in the best ways and you can’t help but gape at it as it pulls your walk to a stop.

“Are you alright?” He asks, drawing your eyes reluctantly from your entwined hands to his face, and once you spot genuine concern there, you hesitate with your response. How do you say that no, you’re not okay because would you be if the person that you liked jokingly asked you out on a daily basis for months on repeat? But never meant it?

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Kuroo doesn’t let go just yet, but instead scratches the back of his neck with his other hand nervously.

“You know, if I'm honestly bothering you, please tell me. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable y/n,” He offers, shame and hurt flashing brightly in his eyes - and it shocks you stupid for a few seconds. It takes you an added moment that he’s talking about his teasing. Wait, he thinks he’s bothering me? Is he?

“Kuroo, if it was bothering me I would have told you alright?” You say softly, your gaze drifting back to your hand. “I mean sure sometimes it can be a bit much but that's mainly because I'm an idiot.” Not expecting those words, Kuroo’s nerves bleed into a confused frown that has you wanting to reach up and thumb away the line between his pinched brows.

“An idiot? Princess, if what I'm saying is bothering you-”

“It’s not what you’re saying that’s bothering me, it’s the joking.” The second the words leave your mouth, you wish you could reach out, grab them, and shove them back down your throat, because the way Kuroo drops your hand as if it burnt him hurts more than you thought it would.

“Joking?” His tone is utterly perplexed, and this time, you’re the one looking back at him with confusion. A loud laugh barks from his chest and you immediately feel embarrassed for absolutely nothing. Kuroo is laughing so hard and obnoxiously that tears actually crest the corner of his eyes, and at this rate you’re ready to just walk out the door if it means you don’t have to deal with this embarrassment for another second.

“You mean to tell me, that all this time you thought I was joking?” Kuroo gets out between laughs, and you feel your stomach drop at his words. What does he mean did you think he was joking? Was he not?

Your silence is answer enough because he runs a hand through his thick dark hair and leans back on the counter behind him.

“Jesus Christ Y/n!”

“You would laugh at me after you said them!” You defend, pointing an accusing finger in his way. How could you not think he was joking when he’d laugh at you, his whole being the very embodiment of mischief when he would say his lines.

“Because your face would go red and you’d tell me I was an idiot under your breath, because it was cute!” Kuroo rebuts right back, trying once more not to laugh, and you can’t help but groan. You cannot believe that this entire time, he was actually trying to ask you out on a date. Well, you can’t fault his perseverance and tenacity.

“Kuroo,” you grumble, bridging your fingers and pressing them to your forehead in thought, just trying to calm your raging heart at the fact that this is happening.

“Y/n,” he grins right back, and you can feel him closing in on your position before you can even see him. But once you open your eyes again, letting your hands fall from your face, Kuroo’s stunning features are right up close and more beautiful than you’d thought.

“Does this mean that you’ll go out with me when I ask this time?” You really do try for your pride's sake to not flush at his words, but heat still crawls up your neck and Kuroo’s growing smile tells you that your mental attempt to stop it isn’t working.

“Yes, I will.” You say, letting the smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

“Good, I'll remember that for my new line tomorrow.”

✘ A/N: more fluffy kurro for ya day, y'all i am l i v i n g for this man rn

#special event 🧚‍♀️✨#lols writes #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo fluff #kuroo imagine

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eirikaanemo · 4 years ago

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Heavy Is The Crown

Warnings: None

Venti x GN!Minstrel!Reader

3.1k Words

Venti's a servant boy at the palace that you fall in love with... right?

You’re the apprentice of the renowned Minstrel Chapman of the Riverside Performers Company. And recently your company was invited to go perform at the palace for the royal family of Mondstadt. It’s understandable really, they probably need some joy and relaxation in their lives considering the difficult war that is waging on. Of course, you’re one of the few to see it that way.

“People are dying on the battlefield every day, and the King and Queen want to make merry?” Archibald scoffed. “Peace, Archibald,” Grisela soothed. “This war is difficult for them as well.” Archibald scoffed again but chose not to respond further. These sorts of discussions were common now-a-days, and a gap of misunderstanding and hurt is starting to grow between the rulers and their people.

This really concerned you because you’d once known the son of a Baron and he had explained these sorts of difficulties to you. Your goal was to try and help bridge the gap. Since Master Chapman has charged you to write a song yourself for the royal performance, you have decided to write a song that could help with that. But the problem is that you have no idea what to write! And you’re running out of time.

When your company reaches the palace the next day, you are no closer to having written the song than you were before. Thankfully you all had arrived at the palace a couple days early, so you still had some time to come up with your song. However, you were feeling so nervous that you couldn’t even focus on trying to compose it at all.

So you decided to take a break and wander around the palace grounds, as you and your company had been invited to do when you arrived. As you did so, admiring the beautiful flowers and bushes of the garden, you ended up running into someone. Literally as in one moment you were standing up, and the next you were sitting on the ground clutching your head.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” someone apologized to you. “I should’ve been better about looking where I was going. Are you okay?” Peeking up, you see a servant boy with black hair in braids with teal tips and a flower tucked behind his ear. “Yes, I’m fine,” you assure him. “A little stunned, but I’ll be alright in a minute.”

“Are you sure?” He asks worriedly. When you nod he breathes a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear, Head Maid Maribel would have my head if I hurt a guest.” You smile and laugh a little. “Well we can’t have that,” you tease. “I’m sure you look much nicer when you have your head on your shoulders.” He stills for a moment from his fiddling from a moment before, a blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

Spluttering some, he manages to squeak out, “Oh, um, thanks?” You look at him oddly. “Don’t tell me no one’s ever teased you like that before,” you say. “I, um, won’t tell you then.” He jokes, calming down some. You smile some and give him a wink, “Well, I’m honored to be the first then.”

“Oh!” He exclaims. “I need to be pruning some bushes right now.” Your smile drops a bit, you’d been hoping to spend some more time with him. Noticing that, he adds on, “Would you like to come along? We could talk more while I prune.” You easily agree, “I’d like that very much, thank you.”

More confident now that he had something to focus on, he continued to make small talk with you. You introduce yourself and the two of you get to know each other better; he is ecstatic to know that you’re a minstrel and play the lyre. “I’m learning to play the lyre too!” He declares. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two.” You smile at him, happy to know that you have that in common.

“I would like that! But,” you admit, “unfortunately, I’m afraid I don’t have the time right now. My master has told me to write a song and I’m struggling to get it out. With the war going on, I want to write a song to help bridge the gap between the royals and the commoners. From my experiences with the son of a Baron I knew, this war is just as hard for them as it is for us.”

He pauses from snipping away at the bush he’s working on. “You know, I’m glad you see it that way,” he tells you with an oddly grateful look in his eyes. “My p- Their majesties have really been struggling recently, especially with the loss of support from the people. For all the life of nobility looks wonderful, it comes at a cost. You lose freedom, always have to put others before yourself, can’t show any weakness, and bear the weight of every death on your shoulders.”

The odd phrasing and sudden correction go straight over your head as your muse suddenly rears its head. “I think I’ve got it now,” you blurt out. He blinks and tilts his head, confused. “Well I’m not sure what I did or said to help,” he replies, “but I’m glad I could help.”

You give him a big hug. “Really, you helped a lot,” you admit. “I need to go get started composing! But, uh, do you think I could see you again later?” He returns the hug. “Sure thing,” he murmurs in your ear. “I should be out here for the rest of today and all of tomorrow, but you’ll need to find me.”

“I think I can do that,” you murmur back and pull away from the hug. “See you tomorrow,” you call out to him as you start heading back to your Company. He watches you until you’re out of sight, before he goes back to pruning. “Well, that was fun,” he cheerfully tells himself. “I hope they do come back tomorrow. It’s not everyday I get to talk to someone like that.”

Composing the song was child’s play once you pick your lyre back up and get to work. The boy’s words repeat over and over in your head as you plan out lyrics and try different tunes. Master Chapman was thrilled when you played your song for him and assured you that the royals would love it. “It’s a wonderful tribute to all they do for us. And it helps us understand them and makes them more relatable to us,” he confirms. “I’m sure it will help you achieve your goal of helping bridge the gap between commoners and royals.”

When you find the boy the next day, you’re nearly vibrating in excitement. “Hey you,” you call. “Guess what?” His head turns to see you mid-snip and the branch lands on his head. You run over to make sure he’s okay. “Are you alright?” You ask him. “Yeah,” he responds sheepishly. “I guess this time it’s you who has to worry about getting me hurt.”

“Well that’s good,” you state, pouting at his teasing. “Oh! I realized yesterday that I don’t know your name!” He rubs the back of his head, embarrassed. “Ehe, sorry, I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Venti, it’s nice to officially meet you!”

“That’s a wonderful name,” you reply. “I like it a lot.” He smiles wide, “Thanks!” As the day continues you continue to talk with each other. Eventually he ropes you in to helping him with his chores. Thanks to that he gets done early and, after reporting back about finishing, he’s able to just spend the rest of the day with you.

After a certain point you’re able to admit to yourself that you’re falling for him. He’s cute, free-spirited, and makes you laugh. And maybe it’s just your imagination, but he seems to enjoy your time together too. The days left leading up to the performance are spent practicing and spending time with him. He’s tried to get you to play the song for him, but you insist that he wait for the performance to see.

The day of the performance comes very quickly, too quickly in your opinion. For all the compliments everyone who has heard your song gives you, and all the minds it has changed, you’re still incredibly nervous to perform it. What if they don’t like it? Will they find it presumptuous for you to write such a thing? When the time comes, will you mess up?

But the moment it’s your turn you take a deep breath, remind yourself that this is what you’re training for, and take your place on stage. Looking at the audience, you see the King and Queen, but, oddly enough, Prince Barbatos did not seem to be present. You strum your lyre and introduce yourself and your song. The audience seems intrigued that you would write such a song, so you take courage and start singing.

The stars are very beautiful, above the palace walls,

They shine with equal splendour, still above far humbler halls.

I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow,

Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago.

Although I am the head of state, in truth I am the least,

The true royal knows their people fed, before they sit to feast.

The good royal knows their people safe, before they takes their rest,

Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before they make request.

These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears a royal can't shed,

The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my soldiers dead.

Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry—

And if you have compassion—let me send no more to die!

(See: The Cost of the Crown by Mercedes Lackey, Debra F. Sanders)

As the last note fades the crowd stands with roaring applause. You feel a warmth spread across your cheeks as you bow deeply and return to your place standing with your company. Those standing around you congratulate you quietly as the next member steps up to perform.

Soon the performance is over and your Company is preparing to leave. Surprisingly many members of the Company had changed their minds about royals and the Company Head, Ferdinand, approached you to pass on the gratitude and appreciation from the King and Queen themselves. Venti showed up one last time, and Master Chapman allowed you to go speak with him as a treat for a job well done.

“That was amazing!” Venti shouts. “Did I really help you write that? I was hiding behind some curtains to listen and it was so amazing that I cried.” He grins so bright that you almost have to close your eyes. “I’m glad you liked it!” You say as you smile back. His happiness was contagious, and it didn’t help that you were completely smitten with him at this point. But alas, it was not meant to be.

Master Chapman called your name, letting you know that the Company would be leaving soon and that you’d have to come back within the next minute or two if you didn’t want to be left behind. Venti’s smile dims. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” He inquires. “Yes,” you sigh. “But who knows? Maybe I’ll see you again some day. But until then…” You trail off. He looks at you curiously, tilting his head again. Quickly, so as to not chicken out, you peck his check and run back to the Company.

“Until then!” You call out to him. The Company leaves as soon as you get there, so you’re not able to look back to see him. But if you could have, you would have seen him blushing as red as a rose, with a hand on his cheek where you kissed him. “Until then,” he whispers quietly. “I’ll make sure I’ll see you again.”

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Years pass, and your apprenticeship ends. You make quite the name for yourself, and your song has worked wonders to heal the relationship between the people and their rules. Of course you write many more songs, but your first is always your favorite. Because he helped you write it. Many people have asked to court you, but you have turned them all down. Even after all these years, Venti the servant boy still holds your heart.

One day a messenger comes to speak with Ferdinand, bringing both good and bad news. Ferdinand calls the whole company together to share it. “Good friends, I’m sad to say that the King has passed away.” He announces, and the Company breaks into whispers and conversation. You think you may have even seen Gwenivere crying. “However, we have been invited to perform at Prince Barbatos’ coronation!”

This was wonderful news! Perhaps you could take this chance to see Venti again! You’d missed him dearly. But the more you thought about it, the more worried you became. Maybe he’d moved on and married someone else already. Would he still remember you? Will he want anything to do with you now? What if you didn’t like you and is upset about the kiss you gave him before you left?

You shake those thoughts out of your head and take a deep breath to calm yourself. Then you feel a hand clamp down on your shoulder and you must’ve jumped several feet in the air in your surprise because the person behind you burst into laughter. Embarrassed, you turn around to see Ferdinand, now laughing so hard that he was having trouble standing up.

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumble at him, good naturedly. “I’m sure startling me was very funny.” Finally calming down, Ferdinand gave you a great big smile. “It most certainly was,” he assured you. “But I didn’t come to you with the intention to startle you.” You raise an eyebrow as you continues. “I wanted to let you know that you were actually mentioned by name, so you may want to prepare something special.

Your jaw dropped. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for someone to be specifically named, but this was from the Prince himself! Still stunned, you nodded. “I’ll write the best song I can,” you promised him. “I’m sure you will,” he replied confidently. He didn’t stay long after that, just letting you know the basics of when the Company would be leaving and how soon the coronation would be.

As you travel you do your best to compose a song. However, you soon find yourself stuck. Your muse is gone again, just like it was the last time you went to the palace. Oh well, perhaps Venti could help you again. It would be wonderful to spend more time with him anyway, so you don’t worry too much about it.

The Company reaches the palace after a week of travel. You look for Venti in the gardens all day, but can’t find him anywhere. ‘Perhaps he got moved to working in the castle?’ You wonder to yourself. But either way, that meant he wouldn’t be able to help you write your song. So you sat down that night and did your best to compose.

It wasn’t really working, but you did your best. The next morning was chaotic, as the Company had been informed that the Prince himself would be coming out to welcome you all. You hurriedly joined in making the company camp look presentable and changed into your best clothing before going out to stand with everyone else.

The Prince was announced before the palace doors opened to reveal… Venti. Your eyes went wide and your jaw must have dropped to the ground. Those who were in the company before very carefully didn’t turn to look at you, though the newbies couldn’t help but look at you, confused. You quickly composed yourself as he scanned the crowd, though the smiles of some of his guards told you that your reaction did not go unnoticed.

It was very much him. The same dark hair with teal tipped braids. His eyes brightened as they met yours. He strode forward and the crowd parted before him. You were about to move as well until he stopped before you, fell to one knee, took one of your hands, and gently kissed it. Your face warmed again in a way that it hadn’t since you last saw him.

His eyes sparkled with mirth as he saw the look on your face. “Hello again,” he said gently. “Hi,” you squeaked. “It’s, uh, it’s good to see you again?” He laughed, “It’s good to see you again too. I know I kept my status a secret before, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth then, but could I ask you a question?”

“O-of course,” you respond. He smiles charmingly. “Will you marry me?” That’s it. You must’ve died and gone to heaven. Or maybe someone had put something in your breakfast. Or maybe he had the wrong person. You looked side to side to see if there was anyone else he could be talking to before you point to yourself. “M-me?” You ask, hesitantly. “You,” he says confidently. “I fell in love with you all those years ago, and I could never imagine myself with someone else.

“Though I would understand if you’re with someone else. It’s been so long and you’re so wonderful that you must have received many invitations to courtship.” A shy smile spreads across your face. “I have received many offers,” you admit, and his face falls a bit. “But I’ve turned them all down. My heart was taken years ago by my dear Venti the servant boy.”

You get down on your knees and kiss the hand that is holding yours. “I would love to marry you, if you’ll have me.” He smiles brighter than the sun. “Nothing would make me happier,” he declares, and he pulls you in for a kiss. You pull away for air and nuzzle your nose against his. “I do have one request though,” you continue. “Anything, my love,” he swears. “Court me properly first, please,” you request.

“I can do that,” he laughs as he pulls you in for a hug. “How about we start with having lunch together,” he whispers in your ear. “That sounds like a great plan,” you agree. He gives you another quick kiss before standing up, pulling you to your feet, and leading you back to the palace.

You ignore the whistles and applause of your Company as you follow him, grateful for their support but wanting to give your suitor all your attention. This was the first day of the rest of your life, and you wanted to appreciate every minute of it. And every minute was just as wonderful as you’d ever imagined.

As queen, you were able to bring the kingdom together and closer than ever before. The people loved their rulers because they knew their rulers dedicated themselves to them. And the rulers responded in kind. The war ended, peace prevailed, and you got your perfect happily ever after.

#eirika writes #venti #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin impact x reader #royalty au

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dangermousie · 4 years ago

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2020 End of Year Post - kdrama edition

You can find my 2020 cdrama post here: dangermousie.tumblr.com/post/638449659546845184/2020-end-of-year-post-cdrama-edition

This is only going to cover kdramas that aired in 2020; if it originally aired another year, it’s not on this list.

It’s been a pretty lackluster kdrama year. There are probably only 5 kdramas I truly loved and only three of them I was really obsessed over. Better luck in 2021!

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

42 Born Again - so bad, so incoherent, so insane, I have no idea why the leads signed up for it (and unlike some of the other watchers, I think it was awful from the very start.) There is literally nothing about this drama that makes sense.

41 Love with Flaws - a bunch of people who should be tried under the Geneva Convention.

40 Sweet Munchies - Jung Il Woo proves his inability to pick a functional script.

39 Meow the Secret Boy - if you ever wanted to bang a cat, this drama is for you. Not being a furry, however...

38 Do Do Sol Sol La Sol - I lost braincells just typing out this title.

37 When I Was the Most Beautiful - the only way it’s not the dumbest, most pointless melo of 2020 is because Born Again considerately came out the same year.

36 Woman of 9.9 Billion - if you want to watch an artsy French movie about miserable people, but only badly made, boy do I have a drama for you.

35 Lies after Lies - screams after screams.

34 Backstreet Rookie - people were up in arms about various problematic plots. I am a survivor of many plots much more problematic but even I couldn’t survive how utterly boring and annoying this drama was and how utterly irritating the leads were. This has taken Ji Chang Wook off my top favorites into “should I even check his latest Lovestruck in the City? Probably not” territory almost single-handedly (Melt Me helped, to be fair.)

33 Men Are Men - boring is boring.

32 Dinner Mate - two beautiful boring people eat out a lot.

31 Was It Love - no it wasn’t.

30 Alice - Joo Won in the shower can make up for a multitude of sins but not plot nonsense of such magnitude. When you find yourself thinking it would be better if he hooked up with the alternate universe version of his mother because at least then something entertaining would happen, you know it’s bad.

29 More than Friends - started out OK, then made me hate basically everyone and kept going.

28 Start-Up - honestly, it’s probably more decent than its place here, but the toxic and batshit fandom for it (the worst this year) made me feel like breaking out in hives any time it’s even mentioned.

27 The Spies who Loved Me - how to take a good cast and waste it.

26 Private Lives - it was good but it never took off with its concept and spent more time on the incoherent plot than the OTP which was its one strength. It’s a decent drama but coming after Heartless City and My Beautiful Bride from the same writer, it’s a disappointment.

25 Record of Youth - as high as it is due to Park Bo Gum hard carrying this entire awful drama on his shoulders and doing it so well I finished it. Alas, while he is in one drama (and that drama is great), the rest of the characters and the entirety of the script are a pointless useless mess.

24 Do You Like Brahms - excellent first third, mediocre middle, and terrible last third. I don’t know what musical term applies to this? Diminuendo, I think.

23 I’ll Go to You When the Weather is Nice - nice and mellow but nothing much happens.

22 Forest - mainly for Park Hae Jin’s excellent and frequently naked bod.

21 The Ballot - I didn’t love it as much as everyone did but it was well-made.

20 Hyena - more romance and less weird law stuff would make it better.

19 365 Repeat the Year - surprisingly solid.

18 The Game Towards Zero - see 365.

17 When My Love Blooms - very old fashioned, very lovely.

16 Chocolate - also very old fashioned and very lovely but also with Yoon Kye Sang performing medical procedures bleeding and shirtless. MMM.

15 (tie) Secret Royal Inspector - a fun if run of the mill sageuk.

15 Find Me In Your Memory - best melo this year.

14 Mystic Pop Up Bar - surprisingly good even though I wasn’t planning to check it out.

13 Where Your Eyes Linger - came out of nowhere but was tender and hopeful and lovely.

12 Itaewon Class - Park Seo Joon hard carries a drama that is already excellent. Love it.

11 Psychopath Diary - Yoon Shi Yoon is such a treat in a hilarious, cynical, dark comedy.

10 Kairos - more like ouroboros.

9 Queen Love and War - in a year where sageuks are very rare, this was solid and surprisingly moving and shippy.

8 The King Eternal Monarch - people didn’t like it but I did. It’s no masterpiece and both the leads and the writers have better dramas, but it was a lovely romantic fairy tale for me.

7 Mr. Queen - sharp, hilarious, and some of my favorite actors.

6 Psycho But It’s OK - healing, sharp cinematography and even sharper chemistry.

5 Crash Landing on You - the last ep pissed me off so much this drama is dead to me but I loved it so much until then I can’t place it lower in good conscience.

4 Train - who knew I would go this hard for an OCN drama or that OCN would do romance so well? But this time-travel mystery romance is just incredible and I shipped the OTP and rooted for the characters and loved every last bit of it.

3 Run On - this is the drama Record of Youth wanted to be but failed. Smart and lived in, you feel like you are peeking at real people, but also even four episodes in, I am so invested in the main characters separately and together, and care for them so much, it’s a little frightening.

1 (tie) Tale of the Nine Tailed - my perfect fantasy romance. I liked it better than Goblin, yeah I said it.

1 Flower of Evil - all the tropes I love in one incredible package. I would rewatch episodes waiting for new ones trying to puzzle the story and to stay withdrawal but it works just as well on rewatch. Lee Jun Ki brings his trademark tortured intensity and for once, both his leading lady and his script back him up and are worthy of that. It’s perfect.

FAVORITE DRAMA

It’s a tie between Tale of the Nine Tailed and Flower of Evil but if I had to pick just one, FoE, because it had me seriously obsessed and guessing about the protagonist and gave me the narrative tropes I love so much and an OTP that statisfied all my hurt/comfort kinks and then some.

WORST DRAMA

Born Again - honestly, this is so bonkers it almost becomes good but alas...

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Do Hyun Soo/Baek Hee Sung, Flower of Evil - he is so messed up, so on edge, so traumatized. Yet capable of so much warmth and caring even as he himself doesn’t realize his humanity. FoE is basically a story of a man pushed and punished by the world for his entire life who, because of one woman, finds a safe place and peace and slowly comes to life without realizing it, and watching his desperation to keep this small bit of normalcy is so heartbreaking and exciting all at once. Plus, you start the drama thinking he’s a psychopathic serial killer and end it (if you are me) thinking he must be protected at all costs and if anyone even looks at him wrong they must suffer, and that’s quite a change!

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Nam Ji Ah, Tale of the Nine Tailed - she is so funny and tough and smart and loving and amazing that I will totally buy that a literal demi-god will do anything and everything for her and love her for literal eternity.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Dad in Record of Youth - yes in a year with serial killers and supernatural demons, I picked a normal character from a mediocre drama. It’s his everyday awfulness to his family that hits so hard and I am sad he never got his comeuppance.

FAVORITE SHIP

Ji Ah x Yeon - a fearless reporter and an immortal demi-god who’s been hoping for his human beloved to reincarnate. A really rare set-up where the OTP is equally ride or die, so compatible and completely BAMF. I got why he waited for her for that long and then fell in love with her all over again. Perfection.

Runner up: Flower of Evil - he is so messed up he literally does not believe he is capable of love or empathy, but he falls in love with her anyway and so utterly she permeates his entire life. She is tough as nails and only believes what she sees and is the sole person who believes in him against the world. She loves him but he needs her. She needs him but he loves her. They are amazing.

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Seo Dan x Gu Seung Jun, Crash Landing on You, North Korean x Conman were so good I shipped them harder than the main OTP and the end of that storyline pissed me off so much I dumped the drama and didn’t finish it for months (and it’s still dead to me.)

NOTP

Record of Youth - it started out and they didn’t have much chemistry but the dialogues were interesting and I thought the chemistry would grow. It didn’t and deteriorated, their dialogues became boring and relationship had zero development (about as much as the supposed female lead.) I think we were supposed to feel bad they broke up and they were going for a bittersweet open ending, instead I found myself happy about the break up of two incompatible, chemistry-less people and hoping for the love of God they never get back together.

FAVORITE SCENE

Yeon and the bridge of knives, Tale of the Nine Tailed - Yeon choosing to undergo the creeptastic bridge of knives for a chance to save Ji Ah, who at that point he is not aware is the reincarnation of his Joseon love because, as he says, he doesn’t care if she is or isn’t, it just would be more horrible to have her die than to undergo the horrific torture he is undergoing, and then the sequence with his catching her, her weeping over him and the fact that she is the original Joseon girl revealed and all the bandaging and his watching her sleep and all that loveliness, is everything for yours truly.

Runner up: Hyun Soo having that break-down at the cliff at the end of ep 15 of Flower of Evil as Ji Won desperately tries to convince him she is alive and he finally stumbles to her.

Runner runner up (it’s my list, I will do what I want): Do Won preparing to blow his brains out to give a chance to Seo Kyung to live in Train.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Seon-Gyeom, Run On. Yeah, I know. Im Siwan is tiny, delicate featured and has a runner’s build, none of which are things that normally appeal to me. But his character is so odd, so honest, so unflinching in pursuing what he thinks is right, so incapable of self-pity despite plenty of reasons for it, and so ridiculously attractive when he smiles, I don’t even care.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Kim Bum, TotNT - I started out being annoyed by him and ended up looking forward to his scenes and being distraught by his ending.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

Honestly, none. I was fine with all the endings. I wouldn’t mind seeing post-end life of Tale of the Nine Tailed characters or the OTP settling into their literal new world in Train, but I am good.

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Time jump that solves all the problems off screen or alternatively years pass and everyone is frozen - something that kdramas need to learn and need to learn badly. See Record of Youth, Brahms and Start Up.

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

Men who are ride or die for their OTP - this was a great year for this - the male leads of four of my five dramas were beyond anything on that scale (only exception is Run On because it’s still too early to tell there.) Yes PLEASE.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

This was a banner year for that what with Start Up, Do You Like Brahms, Record of Youth, and Private Lives all starting out well and nosediving off the cliff but winner is Crash Landing on You. I loved it so much for bulk of its run but the last episode pissed me off so much I deleted all my files and called it a day.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

Flower of Evil - I had no expectations of this drama and wasn’t even planning on watching it despite liking both the lead actors because yet another “look at evil serial killer be evil” drama with no romance was not my thing. Luckily someone convinced me there might be some romance and I peeked curiously. Honestly, their promo campaign was the most misleading and dumbest thing ever.

Runner up Psycho but it’s OK - I have never liked Kim Soo Hyun in anything before and the drama premise seemed WTF but it was shockingly good and KSH totally blew me away.

Hardest Working Lead

Yoon Shi Yoon - he starred in two (!!!) dramas in 2020 playing three characters and not only were both these dramas awesome in a lackluster year, but if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew it was the same actor and the fact that the characters shared a face, I would have never believed that they were played by the same actor. So good!

2020 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

None. Covid Year gave me PLENTY of time

BEST NON-2020 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2020

My Beautiful Bride and Deserving of the Name - I was obsessed with both of them and honestly, they were much better than the bulk of 2020 kdramas I watched.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2021

The Moon That Rises in the Day, Hong Chun Gi, Joseon Exorcist, Island, Frightening Cohabitation, Snowdrop.

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himbo-kuto · 4 years ago

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i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!

genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language

okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing

you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!

at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room

HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean

whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁 or just Grunt in response

you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(

but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation

“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”

“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”

he gave you the finger for that one

but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!

you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano

why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????

but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them

and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men--

and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn

and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance

“are you okay?”

you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!)

at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37

he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????

but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to

it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏) and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis

mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..

but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!!

you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on

aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail

literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up

that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy

aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe

one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground”

HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS

but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!!

not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities

one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries

he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room

you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store

he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!

you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?

he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now

him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!!

so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle

you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????

but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)

you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai

there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy

it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you

he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place

but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk

there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside

you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass

the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink

you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment

you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you

you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations

“do they have a name?” 🥺

“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)

you thought your heart exploded before?????????????

oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!

“did futakuchi name them?”

“no i did…”

you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH

but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice

“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”

you could not have said yes faster to this man

he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you

he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground

HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all

he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo

ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down

and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)

you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner

as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part

so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours

you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red

at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile

all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man

and just as you relaxed into this position

FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS

at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position

but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o

you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand

if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces

but alas, you could not..

so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN

from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!

“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”

“mm.”

“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”

“mm.”

“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”

“mm.”

many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them

he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged

at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”

you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you

although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq imagines #aone takanobu #aone headcanons #aone x reader #headcanon #im simping for this man know that rn AHAHAH

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escapewithbts · 4 years ago

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Secrets in a Foreign Language - Jungkook (Part One)

So I’m not entirely sure if this is going to be just a couple parts or a small series, I kind of just came up with it randomly! I also couldn’t think of a better title so bear with me please haha nevertheless I hope you enjoy! I loved writing this beginning so far!

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You fiddled with the keys in your hand, searching for the one you marked for this particular unit. Finally, you found the correct one, pushing it into the lock and opening the front door with a click. It looked like pretty much every other apartment in the building, modern with a large living space, open concept kitchen with stainless steel appliances, large windows that looked over the city of Seoul. Just another multi-million dollar home you could only ever afford in your dreams.

Yet here you were, entering the home of an individual who could afford such a space in their reality... because it was your job to clean it. Yes, you were a housekeeper for the company who owned this apartment building; one of the most expensive places to live in all of South Korea.

You had moved here to Seoul from your home country abroad in search of change. A new adventure? Something to push you out of your comfort zone? Really you were just extremely bored back home; sick of the same routines, the same people, the career you didn’t enjoy. So, before you could talk yourself out of it, you contacted a job agency based in Seoul, South Korea whose mission was to find jobs for foreigners who spoke little to no Korean (aka you). And that is approximately how you landed this gig. Only a few months in and your Korean had significantly improved (requiring basic necessities like, you know, food and toilet paper, forced you to learn how to acquire said items in this new language) and you weren’t hating this job at all. You were alone most of the time, cleaning wasn’t too difficult since you have been doing it your whole life, and because it was for such a wealthy company the pay wasn’t bad either. Was it what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? Probably not. But it paid the bills and still left some income for exploration of your new home country.

And honestly, the most difficult part of it all was the scheduling. Sometimes you had limited time to clean a home based on the person’s day, sometimes you had an excessive number of units to clean in one day and wondered how exactly you were going to finish them all. But once you came into a routine that stuck you quickly found a pace for yourself that worked perfectly.

And since you were entering the homes of some of Korea’s wealthiest and most famous, the contract and background check for the position were quite lengthy. For example, you couldn’t touch anything unnecessary in their homes, couldn’t snoop around (obviously, you wouldn’t do that for a “regular” person anyway?), you weren’t even allowed to use their bathroom if you had to. The company had contacted all your previous employers, colleagues, some friends, even randomly requested internet browsing history a couple times! (I guess they wanted to make sure you weren’t a crazy stalker “fan” some K-pop groups you had heard about having, or a spy for another company’s CEO). The process was rather insane in your opinion, but alas, you passed, and honestly, the fact that you were a foreigner who didn’t speak much Korean probably helped your case. And to be fair, you really didn’t care about whose house you were in, you were just thankful to have acquired a job after your decision to move across the world that happened on a whim.

This particular unit was actually decorated quite nicely. It was more minimal style, with modern furniture that still felt warm and inviting. You figured it must be the home of someone younger, probably mid-twenties like you, but you also got the feeling they didn’t spend much time here. It was already in fairly immaculate shape (thankfully, it was your last job of the day, so you knew it was going to be quick) and didn’t seem very lived in in general. You couldn’t help but notice what looked like speakers and recording equipment shoved into the corner of the room. This place must belong to a musician or producer of some sort, you thought. You shrugged and turned back to where you had entered, lugging your cleaning supplies in through the front door. Then you put in your wireless headphones, pulled on your rubber gloves, and began by dusting around the surfaces of the living room.

Not long after you had started, you were in the bathroom off the guestroom wiping down the sink. A sudden sound of what you thought was the loud slam of a door shutting startled you. Your head shot up and you stopped what you were doing to remove an earphone from one of your ears. Immediately you heard the raised voice of a young woman coming from down the hall, followed by a quieter one from a man. Your heart started racing. Were you in the wrong unit? Had you read the schedule incorrectly? Did you get the address mixed up? You frantically pulled your phone from your back pocket to check the schedule that came directly from management. Yes, the date matched, it was Tuesday. Yes, the time matched, 2 in the afternoon. And the address was correct, too. So why were there people suddenly in the home? Did they know you were here? This had never happened before in the short time you had been doing this job, so you had no idea what to do. Continue working like you didn’t realize they were here? Make your presence known so you don’t seem like you’re being suspicious? Were you going to get in trouble with the company? Certainly not if you were just following the schedule, right? Your mind was going a mile a minute.

Then before you could quite make up your mind, the voices sounded even closer, and you could only make out a little bit of what they were saying, especially since your Korean wasn’t great yet.

“Why didn’t you go with me?... What were you thinking?” you heard the woman’s voice say (or something like that so you thought?) She sounded angry.

“I don’t know…” the man replied, followed by something else you couldn’t comprehend. He was still a lot quieter than her.

She spoke again.

“What are people going to say, Jungkook?”

You froze.

Jungkook.

Jungkook? Of BTS?

Okay, so you weren’t a crazy stalker fan or anything, but it was impossible to avoid knowing about the K-pop group BTS. They were literally everywhere around Seoul. Commercials on tv, billboards all over the city, posters on the subway trains… their faces even appeared on the coffee drink you had every morning for goodness sake! Since you kept seeing them, after you had gotten the job, you researched them a little bit. Their music was good, they seemed like genuine people, but never did you think you would be in one of their houses. There were hundreds of Korean businessmen, executives, celebrities, and only 7 members of BTS. Honestly, what were the chances?

Pretty good apparently. Fuck.

“I’m your girlfriend, Jungkook,” she continued annoyingly.

Ah, that’s right. In your brief research you had read he was seeing another idol. What was her name again?

“No, Cho-hee,” Jungkook replied.

Oh right. Kim Cho-hee. You remember now.

“You’re my pretend girlfriend.”

Your heart stopped.

Oh fuck! You definitely weren’t supposed to hear that. You had to show yourself now. That’s it, your decision was made for the sake of your career.

You quietly walked out of the room and found the two of them in the hallway with their backs turned to you. Just as Cho-hee was opening her mouth to respond you cleared your throat.

They both whipped around at your sudden sound. Yep, it was them alright. You recognized them immediately. They stared at you stunned for a second before Cho-hee spoke up.

“Who are you?!” she practically barked in Korean, taking a few steps towards you with her long slim legs, her large brown eyes wide, her dark hair whipping around her shoulders, her pale skin painted with a red hue.

“I, uh, I’m…” you stuttered, attempting to find the correct Korean words but failing miserably from being put on the spot.

Jungkook calmly put his hand around Cho-hee’s arm and pulled her back slightly.

“She the housekeeper,” he answered in Korean for you. Yes, that was the word you were looking for. “I don’t think she speaks Korean.”

Not well, anyway, thanks Jungkook.

He turned toward you, his dark brown eyes finding yours. Your stomach flipped from nervousness.

“You speak English?” he asked timidly in your native tongue.

All you could do was nod.

He let out a sigh of relief and said something you didn’t understand to Cho-hee, causing her to step back and a look of relief to wash over her face, too.

It was then that you realized they probably thought you didn’t understand their conversation. That you didn’t know the meaning of any of it. Should you come clean and tell them you understood? Particularly the “pretend girlfriend” stuff?

Cho-hee turned back toward the main room and beckoned at Jungkook.

“Come on, let the help continue working.”

Oof. ‘The help’. You definitely understood that. You knew cleaning the homes of rich people meant you may run into some entitlement, but dang, you didn’t think someone would make it so obvious, language barrier or not.

You winced.

Jungkook cocked his head, a confused look on his face. But then he shook it off.

“I think…” he said hesitantly in English, then shook his head to correct himself, “Ah um no, I thought you were here on Wednesday?”

You shook your head.

“No, um, my schedule says Tuesday. So, unless it’s wrong then…”

Jungkook put two fingers to the bridge of his nose in thought.

“Aiishh, no you are right, I’m sorry. I’m not here very often so I never can remember which day.”

You began taking off your gloves.

“It’s-it’s okay, I can go, come back at a better time…”

He waved his hands in front of him in protest.

“No, no, stay, continue, please. I don’t want to be an... interrupt... interruption? That’s the right word?” a blush formed on his face as he chuckled at himself.

You smiled. Cute.

“Yes, that’s right. Thank you. I’m almost done, I promise.”

He smiled at you again and nodded.

“Jungkook-ah!” Cho-hee yelled from the kitchen.

Jungkook then bowed to you and whispered a quick “thank you” before disappearing into the other room.

You hadn’t realized how tense your body had become until you they were out of your sight and you released your muscles with a deep breath.

You quickly decided to keep their conversation to yourself; no point in letting them know you accidentally heard every word and understood, right? You wouldn’t tell anyone, after all it wasn’t your business. Still, there was that thing you felt for not speaking up right away. What was this feeling again? Oh yeah. Guilt. You tried to shake it off and just continued scrubbing.

There were, thankfully, no more loud conversations between the two of them while you cleaned, but just as you were finishing up in the last room of the home you heard the front door open and close. Were you by yourself again? You listened for noises. Silence. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief.

However, upon stumbling back into the kitchen with all your cleaning supplies you noticed Jungkook sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. He was scrolling through his phone and eating a bowl of cereal. He jumped when he saw you, clutching his tattoo covered hand to his chest.

“Holy shit, I forgot you were here,” he stated breathlessly.

Your face turned hot.

“Sorry, I’m... sorry for startling you. And again, for being here while you’re here; the, um, schedule mix up, I’m, uh, not sure what happened…” you stumbled over your words. Real smooth.

He waved his hand while shoving another spoonful of cereal and milk into his mouth.

“No, no, really, it’s my fault. I forget the schedule sometimes.”

You shrugged and nodded.

“Yes, well, I imagine you’re pretty busy most of the time.”

Shit. The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them. Weren’t you not supposed to know who he was? You mentally smacked yourself in the forehead.

He didn’t seem bothered though, he just replied with a nod and a small “mhmm”, as if to say, ‘you’re not wrong’.

You started walking towards the front door to leave (before you could get yourself in even more trouble), but right as you did so Jungkook lifted the cereal box up from its place on the counter, looked at you and asked, “Want some?”

You stopped in your tracks and hesitated.

“Umm… I’m not sure… I’m allowed?”

You felt silly for saying this as you were a grown ass adult, but you knew it was true. There were so many rules put in place with this job, and they hadn’t quite gotten to the clause about eating the client’s cereal.

Jungkook stood up and walked around to the cupboard, pulling a bowl down from the shelf and grabbing a spoon from the drawer.

He placed them at the spot across from him and gave you a small smile before sitting back down.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Your secret is safe with me.”

He ran his fingers along his lips like a zipper which made you both laugh.

“That is my favorite cereal…” you admitted, putting your things on the floor and walking over to the stool.

As you were sitting down, Jungkook began pouring the milk into your bowl. You stared at it confusingly, caught off guard for a second. Not cereal first? He read your expression immediately.

“I know, I am weird, I put milk first, okay?”

You put your hands up and laughed, a blush on both your faces.

“I didn’t say anything,” you retaliated.

Jungkook jokingly narrowed his eyes at you as he poured in the cereal, a grin still across his lips.

“I saw it in your face.”

You chuckled nervously and looked down at your now full bowl, taking a spoonful up to your mouth.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook suddenly asked.

You swallowed before answering.

“(y/n).”

There was a pause.

“What’s… yours?” you asked coyly, wondering if you could get away with pretend naivety.

Jungkook cocked his head and let a breathy giggle out his nose as he chewed, it scrunching and creating wrinkles.

“Hmm... my name is… Park Jimin.”

You snorted, thankful that no milk shot out your nose.

He laughed at that, his perfect teeth on display.

Clearly, he was testing you. Two could play at that game.

“Oh yeah? Well then it’s nice to meet you, Jimin.”

He didn’t break eye contact with you as he took another bite.

“You too, (y/n).”

You smiled and shook your head, looking down to fill your spoon once more.

The two of you continued eating, just causally chatting, mostly about you and your move to Korea and your life back in your home country. Jungkook seemed so shy and sweet, the complete counterpart to his “pretend” girlfriend.

Your stomach flipped at the memory of the conversation you had overheard. You had almost forgot about it by now, wrapped up in the random moment of eating cereal with Jungkook. The guilty feeling returned. You knew you had to let him know, especially after how kind he has been to you. He could hate you, that was okay, it’s not like you had anything to lose.

Oh, except your job.

You dropped your spoon into the now empty bowl and took a deep breath.

“Umm... I have to tell you something…” you began before you could chicken out from this awkward conversation you were about to have with basically a stranger.

He put his bowl to his lips and slurped the milk while simultaneously looking up at you, waiting for you to continue.

“I speak some Korean. And I heard your conversation earlier… with, um, Cho-hee, and I understood… well, most of it,” he slowly placed his bowl back on the counter in front of him and stared at you with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted open, “But I-I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure what to do, and I-I swear I will keep it to myself and never mention it ever again; I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear anything, okay? Seriously. I promise.”

He didn’t say anything, and you couldn’t read the expression on his face. He stared off into space for a minute, then stood up and grabbed the empty bowls, walking them over to the sink and placing them inside. His back was to you as he hunched over, his hands supporting him on either side. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, your hands getting sweaty as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I really am sorry,” you whimpered softly, “Please, please don’t have me fired.”

He turned back to you, a surprised look on his face, his doe eyes wide.

“What? Why would I do that?”

You looked down.

“I don’t know… for not telling you I heard right away. For listening. For… being here while you’re here.”

Jungkook sighed and ran a hand through his long black hair, then shut his eyes tightly.

“I’m not worried you tell anyone, it’s okay. I have been thinking about… trying to end it anyway.”

He opened his eyes again and suddenly looked tired and worried. But you didn’t want to pry. It really wasn’t your place.

“Okay.”

Was all you could come up with to respond.

He glanced at you briefly and gave you a shy side smile.

“So, I don’t tell anyone you ate with me, you don’t tell I have a fake girlfriend?” he said jokingly, knowing he was the one who persuaded you to eat with him in the first place.

You chuckled and stuck out your hand.

“Yeah. Deal?”

He put his hand in yours. It was warm and felt so strong against your small one.

“Deal.”

You were so thankful he didn’t seem upset about the whole thing. In fact, he almost seemed relieved that someone else knew now. In this short time spent with him you knew you were leaving with only high praises and positive thoughts of Jeon Jungkook.

“Well, I better get going,” you said, standing up from the stool. You grabbed all your supplies and looked back up him.

“Thank you, um, for the cereal and being so understanding about everything.”

He nodded at you.

“I will remember your schedule next time and not disturb you by being here, okay?”

You smiled.

“You didn’t disturb me, but okay.”

“Tuesdays at…umm what time do you get here?” he put his fingers between his brows in thought again.

“2pm.”

He grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“Okay! Okay okay! I got it! Let’s get it!”

You laughed and he chuckled embarrassingly.

“Well it was nice to meet you, Jungkook. Take care.”

You gave him a little wave as you went to the front door, opening it and stepping out.

“You too, (y/n),” he called after you, “I’ll see you around.”

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