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sarcastic-bubble · 5 years ago

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More Colourful With You

Paring: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: none

Request: Ahh! I loved your newest Cal x reader writing! I was wondering if you write another with the Mantis crew having a day off? So Cal decides to take the reader out on a date? Tysm! Have a great day! - Anon

A/N: It is now my personal goal to go to India where they total celebrate this festival in the spring called Holi. Like the whole point is throwing paint at people and eating sweets? Sign me up. (I’m sure there is some deeper meaning but I didn’t research that far into it for this fic, pls don’t judge me)

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The crew of the Mantis were looking forward to their day off. Just the night before you had landed on a lush forest planet. Far enough from the nearest settlement that no one would notice your presence but close enough that those who wished to visit could. You sat at the dining table and picked at your breakfast and listened to Cere and Greez discuss their plans for the day. There were a few errands Cere wanted to run while they were close to civilization, even on days off there were things to do, and Greez was going on about the local cantinas and cuisine. Your plans for the day were quite simple, you planned on doing absolutely nothing. Days off were rare and you planned on enjoying it cozied up in a soft blanket with a hot drink in hand and finishing that terrible romance novel you had started ages ago.

You cleaned your dishes and then made your way to your room to grab the few things you would need for the day. You were then stopped by a grinning Cal, “Hey, (Y/N)! excited for our day off?” You could see BD-1 climbing up his back as he spoke. He trilled in a happy greet once on Cal’s shoulder.

You took a moment to pat the droids head before you answered, “Oh it’s going to be great to finally be able to do nothing all day!”

“So, you don’t have any plans for the day?” he asked cocking his head to the side.

“Nope, not really I guess,” you replied with a shrug.

“Great!” His excitement caught you off guard. You certainly thought it was great, but you were getting a funny feeling he was excited about your lack of plans for an entirely different reason. His grin only got bigger as he began to speak again, “Cere was telling me about this festival they hold today in the nearby settlement every year. She didn’t remember much about it except that it’s a festival of colour!” He stopped talking again and a light blush rose on his cheeks, “I have, uh, a few spare credits and um, we should… I mean I was wonder if you’d like to go check it out with me.” His blush only got worse becoming a shade much closer to that of his hair. You and Cal had become fast friends when he joined the crew of the Mantis so it wasn’t odd for you to spend your free time together, but the way he was acting was just a little odd. It almost seemed like he was asking you on a date.

An involuntary blush covered your face and you sorted everything out in your mind, “like a date?”

Cal slowly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to hide how flushed he was, “Um... Yeah, like a date.”

Your other plans or lack of were immediately forgotten. You’ve had feelings for Cal for about as long as you had been friends but had kept them to yourself for a few reasons. One of them being the fact that telling anyone that you were in love with them can be a terrifying thing and the other being you didn’t want to risk your friendship if he didn’t feel the same. Yet here he was asking you on a date, you swore this was like a dream you had once. How could you say no? “Can you give me twenty minutes to get ready?”

“Yeah,” he replied grinning like an absolute fool. Cal stepped to the side letting you past him and then watched you disappear into your room. BD-1 trilled next to his ear excitedly saying something along the lines of “I told you so.” Cal looked over his shoulder at the small droid, “Yeah, you did buddy, guess I shouldn’t have been so nervous after all.”

----- Cal waited outside of the Mantis, the breeze was cool but not cold and the sun was bright warming everything in its light. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the sky his expression peaceful. He looked almost meditative when you stepped out of the starship. A gentle tap to his should was all it took to get his attention. “Ready to go?” he asked with his usual goofy smile.

You took his hand and held it down by his side. “Of course! I just hope you know where we're going because I don’t.”

Cal was worried he was going to implode when your handheld his but once he took his eyes from the sky and looked at you, he knew he would. You looked much like you always did but the way the red lipstick accentuated your lips caused his breath to catch in his throat. He took a moment to try and regain his composure. “You look nice,” he said slowly.

“You really think so?” You looked down at your feet in an attempt to hide your blush but also the giant and quite a dorky grin that had been caused by his simple compliment. “I thought it might be nice to dress up a little, it turns out the only nice thing I had was some makeup I bought at a market ages ago mostly on a whim. I probably look ridiculous and you’re just too nice to say anything.” You reached up to wipe the lipstick off with the back of your hand, but Cal was quick to stop you but taking the hand with his.

“You’re beautiful,” he reassured, “Now let’s get going before we miss all the fun.”

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You could hear the sounds of cheering and laughing long before you could actually see your destination. With each passing moment, you found yourself more and more excited. What would a festival of colour entail? What sort of food would be there? What exactly was causing the locals' laughter to echo through the forest?

When you arrived in the small town you were not disappointed. The streets were lined with vendors selling anything and everything. All of the space not filled by vendors were easily filled by the sheer amount of people that had gathered together for the festival. You saw Cal eye a vendor selling various colourful drinks. “Wait here,” he said quickly before approaching the stall.

You felt something hit your arm, it didn’t hurt but it did grab your attention. You glanced down quickly and saw a green powder covering the point of impact and some of the surrounding skin. Off to the side, you noticed to youngling giggling and pointing at you. They were covered from head to toe in various different coloured powered. You slowly approached them and crouched down to their height, they were still laughing but looked as if they were getting ready to run. “Do you two think you can answer a question for me?�� you asked in a soft voice. The younglings looked at each other for a moment before nodding eagerly. “I’m not from around here and I was wonder why you two are so colourful?” you asked.

“The colour festival!” the younger of the two chimed.

You looked to the older child for a slightly better explanation. “It’s a game we all play,” said the child slowly, trying to formulate the words to properly answer your question. “Everyone throws dye powder at everyone else. It’s lots of fun! The guy over there sells the best colours!” The youngling quickly gestured to a vendor a little further down the street.

You thanked the younglings and then promptly ran off to find their next victims. You glanced over your shoulder at Cal, he seemed to be intently listening to the vendor talk about his different products. You reached into your pocket and felt the few credits that were in there. You didn’t find much but how much could a fistful of colourful powder cost.

------ The dye powder had turned out to be surprisingly cheap so you had bought as much as you could carry. This particular vendor packed the powder into soft balls that were meant to burst upon contact. You returned to the spot Cal had left you, it seemed like he was finally making a decision. You watched him pay the man and grab to of the small cups filled with a lavender liquid. “I didn’t realize drinks were so complicated,” he said with a small laugh as he returned to you.

Before he could offer you your drink you put your evil plan into action. You threw the soft dye ball you had been hiding in your hand at his face. Cal stared blankly at you for a second, it didn’t look like it had hurt him, he just looked confused. He coughed quietly when he accidentally inhaled some of the bright blue powder that covered the right side of his face. You doubled over in laughter.

Cal, on the other hand, was just very confused. What had you thrown at him? Whatever it had been you found it pretty funny. He looked around and then noticed the entire crowd was covered in a mess of different colours, including you. He saw a clear bag filled with various coloured dyes sticking out of your pocket. He began to laugh too as the realization hit. “Do you have more dye?” He asked grinning mischievously. You nodded and pulled the bag from your pocket matching his. He handed you the drink he bought for you and you both downed it one gulp. Cal’s entire face scrunched up at the taste of the liquid and you let out a rather loud cough you shuddered violently. “What was in that?” You asked grimacing at the after taste.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t even tell what language the vendor was speaking, Now hand over some of that dye, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun.” ----- “Truce!” you shouted, and you rounded a corner. You had run out of the dye you had purchased hours ago, and you had just used the last of the loose powder some locals had given you.

“No truces!” shouted Cal in response. You could hear getting closer, so you began to run again. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it very far until you felt a strong body tackle you to the grass. You wriggled underneath Cal, trying to escape. He used your current position to his advantage and dumped his last fistful of dye on your face finally getting revenge for you stunt earlier. “Well, I guess a truce wouldn’t be so bad,” he said with a cheeky smile. He rolled onto his back next to you.

You only shot him a playful glare. You both lay there silent trying to catch your breath from the last few hours of near-constant running. You couldn’t help but be impressed by the quality of the dye though. Despite the sweat, you were both covered in a rainbow of colours. You shifted around so you were facing Cal, he was watching you intently, yet he seemed deep in thought. His gaze moved to meet yours, “can I kiss you?”

The question caught you off guard. The thought of him kissing you was far from unwelcome; it was something you had wanted for so long. You just hadn’t expected it. “Yes,” you answer quietly.

His hand gently cupped your cheek and he placed a tentative kiss against your lips. He waited a moment and kissed you again, firmer this time, more confident. When he ended the kiss, his lips were tinted red from what was left of your lipstick and curled into an absolutely infectious smile. You spent the rest of the evening grinning at each other like love-struck fools.

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #jedi: fallen order #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #cal x reader

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heejayy · 5 years ago

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Late Night Chats

╰ Pairing: Joshua Hong x reader

╰ Genre&Theme: fluff, Crack (if you squint you’ll find something funny)

╰ Word count: 564

Synopsis: y/n and Joshua on FaceTime when Y/n falls asleep in the middle of it. Joshua decides to let them sleep since y/n had a long day and they love how cute y/n looks while sleeping.

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You were doing your nightly routine getting ready for bed. You had a really tiring day at work, your boss wouldn't leave you alone every time it looked like you were taking a break she'd call you in her office to go run an errand.

You had you hair tied up and ready to dive into bed when you heard your phone ringing. You tried following the sound but still couldn't find it. You snatched your covers off your bed and shook them till your ringing phone fell out.

You looked at the ID name and it was your loving boyfriend Joshua who you missed so much.

"Hey baby" you answered breathless cutting off the over head lights and getting in bed. The only thing the was illuminating the room was your little lamp.

"Hi babe... why share you breathing so hard?" He questions worried.

"I turned my room upside down looking for my phone" you heard his soft giggle on the other end.

"Ahh anyway how was your day my love" he ran his hand through his hair laying down on his bed too.

"Horrible. My feet are aching, I'm bloated, and I feel like satan is stabbing me in the stomach!" he laughed at you being so over dramatic.

"Awee I wish I was there with my little love bug so I could cuddle you and make you feel better. I miss you so much" You smiled at him being so soft.

"Awe I miss you too babe. Anyways how was your day?" you got tired off holding your phone so you propped it up on your pillow.

"Me and the boys practiced for our next concert in Singapore, and is it possible for men to get periods because I swear Soonyoung is on his he was so moody” he rolled his eyes recalling how soonyoung was acting, you let out a loud laugh.

"Oh- oh my god what was he doing?" you asked calming down from laughing too hard.

"Being extra but like more extra than he usually is" he rolled his eyes. You heard a door open and then screaming.

“PUT IT DOWN SEOKMIN THAT IS NOT A TOY!” you let out the ugliest snort.

“Was that—Woozi?” You struggled to get out.

“Yes—”

“Hey y/n!! I miss you!” Chan said popping his head in the camera frame. You smiled waving “hi cutie I miss you too!”

“Don’t call him thaaat” Joshua whined getting a little jealous.

“Oh be quite you know you’re the only one for me” he gave you a goofy smile letting you know he was satisfied with your words.

“So what else happened today?” You asked yawning you felt your eyelids getting heavier but you forced them to stay open.

“Nothing much just us fooling around in the studio trying to get work done, afterwards we went to the practice room for a few hours, then took showers, ate and now we’re settling down to go to sleep or well at least trying and that’s it oh and-” before you knew it your eyes were closed and you were out like a light. Joshua noticed and stopped his ranting.

“Goodnight beautiful, I love you” he just watched as you slept peacefully and soon after he drifted off to sleep too.

#going seventeen #seventeen #kpop #minghao imagines #joshua hong #dino seventeen #pledis svt #mingyu imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #seungkwan imagines #seungcheol #vernon imagines #세븐틴 #세븐틴 호시 #soonyoung #svt crack #poc kpop #bts

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blizzardfluffykpop · 6 years ago

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Cats, Flowers, and Snakes

Summary: Art class with tattoo artist! Yugyeom.

Yugyeom X Reader

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Who would ever believe that a man with a face of stone is an utter fluff ball? No one, that is exactly how I thought of Kim Yugyeom. He seemed like he could kill you with no remorse, not because of his tattoos, I have a few of those myself. So I don’t hold a stigma towards that, it’s his constant glare is what unnerves me. He sits across from in Art, he draws snakes with peonies. He has a lot of flash art in his portfolio which I admire, far away of course. Every time he interacts with people he looks as if he wants it done and over, as soon as possible. Not that he looks uncomfortable, but like he is analyzing them from the core out. When he doesn��t find what he is looking for, he pushes them away when they try to get close.

So when I found out he works as a volunteer at the animal rescue shelter two cities away. Having this gleeful smile on his face as he greets a little kid, and helps them hold a little black lab. I was a shock to say the least, I thought he was stone cold and shrewd, not wanting to be in contact with anyone. I was looking to get another cat, an older one, because I know they are not taken in as often. I looking through the little cages, reading the tags seeing only dogs which was odd three weeks ago they were packed--someone taps me on the shoulder, I flinch. I look over my shoulder, and it’s Yugyeom, “Have an animal in specific you’re looking for?” “Ah yeah an older cat?” He scrunches his nose up in thought, moving swiftly to the last of the cages, scratching the back of his neck, “Well, the only one we did,... I sold her to this sweet little elderly woman…” I sigh, I nod my shoulders slump, I should have bought that fat little orange tabby cat three weeks ago with credit… Before I hear him snap his fingers, “Would you want to come to the back with me?” I raise my eyebrows, “Huh, why?” “Well, I do have this one cat, but her paw got ran over so she’s getting transported to the vets in an hour, and maybe you would like her?” I grin at him, nodding furiously, wanting to see the little girl.

He lead me into the back where there was a bird that in recovery, a dog with a cone on trying desperately to scratch his face. I grinned at the little guys, he brings me over to the biggest cage, and this fat orange tabby, it was the one I was looking at three weeks ago, “She got hurt?” I say kneeling next to her cage, “Uh… yeah?” “Oh, I uh wanted to buy her a few weeks ago, and I can’t believe she got hurt…” He kneels down next to me, “Well she needs a good home,” “I’ll buy her-but how did she get hurt?” “Mark was opening the backdoor while a customer came in, this little girl was holding on her a little loosely, and she Usain bolted right out between Mark’s legs, and into the street.” I laugh, “Man she sounds like a little rascal, does she claw up furniture or whatnot?” “Nah, she is runner though, don’t let her old age fool you, she’ll run at loud sounds. I mean I don’t blame her, I would too…” I let out a little laugh at his remark, “So is it an easy break?” “That I’m not exactly sure about, but once she is all healed, you can come pick her up!” His grin was infectious and I couldn’t help but grin right back.

He gets up, holding out his hand for me to grab, I accept it, he pulls me up, “So how much for her?” “Let me go ask Jinyoung!” I follow him to the counter and he goes into another backroom. I stand there pondering if my baby (C/n) will like their new friend. I’m trapped in thought as Yugyeom comes up to me, with this big gorgeous smile. I could get used to seeing that, “She will be forty dollars, and with a cute smile I can make it thirty-nine and fifty cents?” I put my fingers to my cheeks and make a goofy smile, “So she’ll be thirty-nine and fifty cents!” I laugh, “That was the little baby's actual price, wasn’t it?” He nods as I pull out fifty cents, from my pocket. I take out my wallet as he looks me up in the computer system, after all I got my first kitten here. “I thought I recognized you! You’re the girl who sits across from me in art class, and does a lot of oil pastel works!” I nod, “That’s me” “Well, let me officially introduce myself, I’m Kim Yugyeom” Holding out his hand to shake, “I’m L/n Y/n, it’s been a pleasure meeting you” “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you” I chuckle, and pull out forty, and he rings it up, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

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Class with him got easier every time he sees me he gives me a small wave, I give him a smile, and get to work. Although, I wonder what I’m going to name the fast little furball, speaking of which. Cheeto is normal, but I feel like Killer is too, hmm, maybe Yugyeom has an idea. I look up, locking eyes with him, with a cough, and ask him, “What do you think is a good name for her?” “How about Goldilocks?” I raise an eyebrow at him, “Um she's orange though?” he pouts in thought.

“But…” I grin at him, “Don't worry I think it's cute,... I think I'll name her that.” He grins at me, and we continue to talk about Goldilocks, how she's healing up. How he's ready for her to have a good home, and a sweet caregiver. He smiles at me, “I wish I could see her again, after you adopt her” His pout coming out again, if this is his way of persuading people, he has got me wrapped around his finger. “Well, if you want to visit her so much, I guess you’ll just have to ask” I say trying to keep myself from smiling, and failing miserably. He grins and we go back to doing our art.

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The time flew fast to the day I brought Goldilocks home. My cat and Goldie, Goldilocks’ nickname, had an instant connection and played around, before getting tuckered out and falling asleep in my cats bed. Funny enough, (C/n) doesn’t like to share often, I guess they liked Goldie that much, they just offered it to the her. My heart felt at ease, I worried about them getting along together. It’s nice to know that things are going smoothly between the two of them.

I went to bed with ease, waking up to utter chaos was not what I expected. It seems they plotted against me with the toilet paper being ripped up and across the bathroom. My toothbrush in the sink, and the toothpaste wide open and most of it on the counter. I sigh, I find the two scoundrels with blue toothpaste matting their fur.

I’m glad I woke up forty minutes earlier than I usually do. It’s because of a dream that had me waking straight up, so much so, I fell out of my bed. I thought washing one cat was rough, I was in for a surprise, but Goldie likes baths at least, the water didn't bother her, I think waiting to be dry bothered her. Because I had her in my arms as she shivered, she just looked at me before jumping out of my arms, and like a dog, she shakes off all the water, and stands over the heater, with a smug look. That cat, is going to be the death of me, least my cat likes cuddling with me while they dry. I clean off the sink, after bandaging up my arms because (C/n) is feisty. I’ve watched millions of tutorials on how to wash cats to get them used to it, and that one refuses every trick, so I suck it up. And just deal with the scratches as long as (C/n) is clean. I clean up the toilet paper, and look at the clock on my phone. I have ten minutes to get ready, well, what was a way to start a Monday. I rush around, making myself look presentable for the day. Brushing my teeth after thoroughly washing the toothbrush, and what little toothpaste I had left. I bid my cats goodbye, and make a mental reminder to get some toilet paper as I lock the door and sprint to art.

I make it in a minute in before the professor, who has a policy of marking you late if you are not inside the classroom before they are. Which sucks, but hey I made it before them, “Man, you look out of sorts…” I sigh, not even looking at Yugyeom as I rustle through my supplies, after I pull out my project. I, finally, look up at him, seeing he has two coffees in front of him. “Two coffees?” “Well, I figured I’d get you one, I had this feeling you’d have a weird day…” I thank him, “Are you psychic or just that good at guessing?” He gives me a small smile, “Maybe a bit of both” I shake my head as I drink my coffee, “Also, you texted me if you don’t remember that you had a bad morning. I was next to the coffee shop so I uh, thought you’d like a pick-me-up.” My mouth forms a ‘o’ shape, I completely forgot about that. “You’re too sweet, you know that. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you in my life” His eyes squint as he smiles at me, “Just lucky, I guess” I let out a small laugh, and take a sip of my coffee, relaxing into my seat from the comfort.

“Are you going to tell me what happened? I mean it’s cool if you don’t want to, you just made me a little curious is all.” I lean my head back, shaking it in disbelief, telling him the whole story, making him laugh. Like music to my ears, that laugh of his. “It seems like your two cats teamed up on you” I roll my eyes, “I guessed that much” I roll my eyes going back to my oil pastel work, “At least Goldie is settling in well” He tells me, I nod, “I’m glad too” I ask about his gig at the tattoo shop he was trying so desperately to get into. “They said they want to see my portfolio tomorrow and they’ll start teaching me the ropes, but I won’t be working on a human canvas for at least three years.” I look up at him with a huge grin, “I’m so proud, you make such cool art that is perfect for tattooing, and I hope they want to give you an apprenticeship!” His grin matches mine, “Ahh! I’m so nervous, but I have this gut feeling they will give it to me” “I know they will!”

I go back to thinking as I work my piece out to perfection, “When you get your license I think you should give me a tattoo of your design” He looks at me a soft blush on my face, “I don’t even know if I’m getting the job yet-” “Have you seen your artwork?” His blush evident, “I-uh…” “Come on! I would totally love a snake and peony design on my thigh” With his redden cheeks he looks down, and tells me softly, “Okay” I grin at him, and go back to my oil pastel, sipping away at my coffee.

Before I can get into it, I’m interrupted by Yugyeom asking, “When do I get to see the two babies?” I shrug my shoulders, “When the two start behaving” “I guess I’ll never get to come over” He pouts, why does he keep doing this to me? He must know I fall for it, and here I go, “How about you come over this weekend?” His pout turns to a grin in seconds flat, and he tells me how excited he is to see Goldie after all this time.

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Time flies fast till Saturday hits, Yugyeom and me becoming more talkative, sort of neglecting our pieces in the process. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, if I get to talk to him for that whole time. I brought him a cookie on Wednesday, because I remembered to make them on Tuesday. Mostly because he made my day feel better with that coffee. So I wanted to repay him as a thank you, for that act of kindness.

I cleaned up my apartment over the week, and by the time we got to Saturday all I had to do was wash the dishes from last night. Thankfully, the two babies haven’t destroyed any more toilet paper, although they did figure out how to get into their food bags. Which led to me putting a rubber band over the two cabinet doors, to prevent them from getting in again. I hear a soft knock on my door, rushing over I peek through the peephole. To see, you guessed it, Yugyeom.

My two cats run over to see who is intruding in their sacred land. As I shut the door, Goldie goes and snuggles up to Yugyeom. My cat following in suit, “Jeez got catnip on you or something?” I ask sardonically. He laughs, “Maybe~” I shake my head, “I hope not” He chuckles, as I make my way over to the refrigerator and ask him if he wants anything to drink, “Um a water, I guess?” I pull out two, gesturing for him to sit on my couch.

The two babies following his lead and hopping up, my cat, still loves me it seems. As they come over and plop themselves onto my lap, while Goldie snuggles up to Yugyeom. It felt like an old couple with two cats, basking in each other’s company. If I were to be truthful with myself, I didn’t ever want this moment to end. I just wanted to stay in his comforting presence, with my two cats. Well, I guess in the scenario I was playing out in my head it would be, our two cats. Laying in our laps, as we talk about nonsense.

“I’m so glad Goldilocks has (C/n) and you to live with. She seems to be at ease in this little apartment” I smile over at Yugyeom, “I’m glad she’s finding comfort at this old age, I just want her to be happy” I tell him softly, leaning my head back against the couch, turning on the t.v. I look through the channels, finally, settling on the Disney’s classic of Hercules. “You like this movie?” He asks making a face, “Uh yeah? Like who doesn’t like this movie. It’s about a god falling in love with a commoner-” “Yeah that commoner made deals with Hades for an old love, and moves on from them to the god-” “People move on, especially since that old love cheated on them.” My cat raises their head up at me, as if to say, please don’t get into it. I look down at them, and then at Yugyeom, as he tells me, “Yeah isn’t that sad though, you trade your soul for someone that doesn’t even love you. Then you fall for the right one, and your soul has already been thrown away?” Am I really fighting over a Disney movie? Yes I am, and I’m gonna win. “But think about this way, you have to get over the old one, and once that part that loved them has left, you can move on and love someone else. Love conquers all y’know?” “Yeah but it’s sad, it doesn’t happen like that” I squint my eyes at him for a second, before saying, “At the end they end up with each other, because they were meant to be, he would do anything for her. And she would do anything for him, that’s what love’s all about-” “Yeah and what do you know about love?” “Obviously a whole lot more than you do-” “Really? The last lover I had, I thought was the one, cheated on me behind my back, and I would have done anything for them. But they wouldn’t even reciprocate half that. I thought I was going to marry them. Then I find out from my best friend, that they’re cheating on me. I didn’t want to believe it but the evidence was plain as I could see when I got off of work earlier than usually. But here I am still thinking about what we could have had.” “Does that make you, Meg?” He looks at me like I just twisted his whole story, wrapped it up in wrapping paper, and tied it off with a bow.

“I guess so,...” “Are you still in love with them?” He sighs, looking down at Goldie, and scratching her under her chin, “I’m not sure, it hurts every time I think about them. Maybe that’s why this movie hurts so much. I don’t even know if you’ve ever been in love, I’m just throwing my problems at you. I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that. I’ll-I’ll… um… I’m going to get going.” I place my hand on his shoulder, “Wait-” He locks eyes with me, “-What if I’m Hercules?” He scoffs at me, “As if-” “Just hear me out,” he relaxes back into his seat, “what if I show you how someone should be loved, never cheat on you, and give you my whole world in exchange for apart of yours?” He looks at me, before sighing, “I haven’t believed in love since they left me…” I look at him sincerely, “I think I can make you believe in it, just give me a day” He gives me a look, “Starting now” I tell him before I make (C/n) get off of me and I offer him my hand, and Goldie gets off of Yugyeom to follow (C/n).

I turn on my music, and fittingly enough, Prince’s song I Wanna Be Your Lover comes on. I spin him around, and sway with him to the music. Making him laugh, “You think this is going to make me fall for you?” I sigh, “Maybe not, but I’ll put my whole heart into it” He shakes his head at me, but not in a judgmental way, but like I can’t believe they are going to try this hard. “I’ve known you for three weeks, but I know you love to dance, so why don’t you show off your moves” I tell him, crossing my arms. He gets shy, nervously laughing, he shimmies a little, and makes a few little moves.

I pout, and he instantly decides to bring me in and spin the both of us, and we laugh, and we twist together just dancing around. Irritating my cats, but all in good fun, I beckon him to get his shoes and coat. After we get our shoes and coats on I take him out to the park. We sit on the swings, and we just start talking about everything. Instead of talking about Goldie like we usually do in art, we just start talking about everything.

“What inspired you to become a tattoo artist?” I ask him softly, in wonder, “Well, when I was younger I used to draw on the walls, and my parents never reprimanded me for it. And coincidentally they put me in timeout one time, and I had this red pen and I just went and made this giraffe. I feel in love with art slowly after that, making more and more intricate designs every time I had a piece of paper in my hands. My parents started buying me sketchbooks, and I wanted to find out where I could go with it… and I stumbled on flash art and well the rest is history.” He swings a little, before looking at me, “You never said what you wanted to be” I look down at my hands, fiddling with me, “I want to be an art teacher, I know how hard it can be to get a job, especially with schools killing off the course… I’ve had this is awe-inspiring art teacher that when I was in high school, and I will never forget him. He would always encourage my art, and he always brought a smile to my face, and I made so many great friends some of who are art majors as well. That art teacher brought me out of my shell and I wanted to be as amazing as him if not more. I always wanted to pursue something in the art field and I didn’t know what until my junior year of high school.” He smiles at me and we swing for a while and I ask him what’s his zodiac sign, and he pulls out his phone, “Sweetie, I got a whole natal chart ready” I giggle whipping out my phone and pulling up my natal chart.

“I didn’t expect you to be into astrology-” “I’m an art major…” He tells me with a deadpan look, as we look over each other’s natal chart. I focus mostly on his Venus, because that tells you, how they love. Capricorn in Venus, huh? They are soft, but won’t let you know it I see. But also goal-oriented, okay I can work with this. I grin at him as I give him his phone back and he gives me mine. I grin at him, and I turn in the swing, and he asks me before I can even get any words about his natal chart out, “You said you had tattoos before, can I see them, or?”

My shyness flying out the window, and I lift up my shirt to show an abdomen piece, a bouquet of bouvardia pink flowers. Which represent more than enthusiasm, they’ve been known to mean zest for life, or pink luck. I didn’t even have to say the words before he lists of the meanings to me, but then he goes and asks, “What does it mean to you?” I give him a small smile, letting my shirt drop back down, “There was times where I wasn’t as happy as I am today, and I searched for something to give me luck. To make me feel fulfilled, loved, and show some enthusiasm to everything I do. I want to put effort into everything I do. I don’t wanna just give up before I start, I wanna be courageous and live, that’s why I live life in one day, because tomorrow might not exist. I’m over waiting for tomorrow, life happens now.” He grabs my hand, “Is that why you made the bet, that you could make me fall in love with you in a day?” I look at our hands before shyly looking up, “Yeah is it working?” He winks at me, “We’ll see”

We sit there on the swings just basking in each other’s presence before we hear an ice cream truck starting to go by. I look at him, and I get up, and he looks at me like I’m nuts, “Come on, don’t you want ice cream from an ice cream truck!” He shakes his head before looking up at me with a bright smile, he gets up and starts running with me, before he lets go, “Whoever gets there last is a rotten egg!” I start sprinting, he was already ahead of me, but I won’t let that deter me. While Yugyeom runs around the dog I just completely jump over it. And I’ve finally caught up to him again, because that dog slowed him down. As the ice cream truck stops at the entrance at the park. Kids lining up, slows me down so I don’t run them over, it doesn’t slow Yugyeom down though, seeing as he has already reached the end of the line and he’s grinning like a three year old, getting ice cream. I pout, “I’m not a rotten egg” He ruffles up my hair, “Yes, you are” I cross my arms over my chest and my pout deepens and he laughs. Before I grin at him, joining in on the laughter. It takes a few minutes till we are in the 1st in line, we already exchanged our favorite flavors. I love the chocolate shortcake popsicle, while he’s much more of an ice cream sandwich person. We order ours and I pay for them, and he looks at me, “I could have bought mine…” I give him a pointed look as we move out of the way of the line, “Yeah, but I made this plan, I gotta treat my date” He rolls his eyes, but begrudgingly opens his ice cream sandwich and takes a bite out of it.

Instead of sitting on swings like we were earlier, we just end up walking up the street before finding a bench. Settling on it and just eating our ice cream in peace. I throw away my wrapper and his, in a conveniently placed trash can next to the bench. I ask him, “Well, what’s one of your tattoos” He pulls up his shirt to reveal a dandelion, “Just like you I got a flower tattoo on my ribs,...” ”But yours is to represent that you are rolling with the punches, and are happy and are growing through It seems like it represents more than just than that on you,...”

He turns to look at me, “I got this right after my big breakup… and I made a promise to myself that I’ll grow from that. That I’ll rise above the challenges that I face, that no matter how hard I’m pushed I will pull through, and come out swinging. That I’m not going to sink between the cracks, I’m going to grow up through them, no matter how many people look down at me for it. I’ll still be able to say, that I did it my own way, and I will shine through the rest of my life with a brave smile. That even if my happiness doesn’t always show on the outside it will internally. That I’ll heal from all that emotional plunder... It was probably stupid to get it right after a hard hitter. I could have really regretted it. It’s my favorite tattoo on my body actually. I wanted to focus on keeping myself happy, and finding my inner peace when I got this. I cried getting this tattoo, not because I was in pain, but because I was still fresh from the break up, after they cheated on me. My buddy Jaebum, was working on the tattoo, and actually had to stop tattooing me for thirty minutes at a time because I would start shaking from how bad I was crying. He helped me through my breakup, but I’m still bitter about it. And I don’t wanna be, so I gotta work on that.” I nod grabbing his hand softly, playing with his fingers as he spoke. Once he finished his tattoo story, I kiss his wrist, then his palm.

I lay my head in his lap, when I hear his stomach growl, “Do you wanna go out to dinner? Or just get ramen at a convenience store?” He grabs my hand and pushes me up from his lap, and walks with me, across the street on the crosswalk to a convenient store, “It seems it's settled then” I laugh, and he gives me a small grin and we grab some ramen, I pay for it, and we go over the microwaves. He heats them up while I go, and buy us both drinks, unlike our coffee he gave brought us last week, it's just soft drinks. We sit at the counter near a window. The worker looks half asleep, and I get that especially with midterms coming in a few weeks. I tilt my head at him, he mimics my actions.

I tilt my head the other way, finishing a chopstick full bite. He follows tilting my head to the other, he follows along, and we keep doing it together. I almost choke on my noodles, but I get them down before I end up cackling. And his laugh sounds like an angel's laugh, maybe he is. I wouldn't be surprised, I tentatively reach over and grab his hand. He rubs his thumb over the top of my hand. I ask him, as I open my drink with one hand. “What's something you've always wanted to do on a date… but haven't yet?” He stares off, out the window, thinking about his answer before he suddenly stares at me, eyes locked on my with full attention.

“I've never people watched with someone… I do it all the time in my head, I'll think so and so is a secret assassin, but has a sweet little mom they vow to protect.” I look at his deep pools of brown eyes as his thumb rubbing circles on my hand, “Let’s do it then”

I nod as I point out an older lady, “What do you bet she got away with murdering her husband but doesn't want regular people to know. So she goes around wearing plain clothes, but then you see those rings… she probably has a whole mansion from that murder.” He looks over at the old lady with the golden rings sparkling on her fingers, but her attire looks rather muted. “Nah, she's probably a stripper at night” I raise my eyebrow at him, “What! Old people need strippers too, that are much more their speed.” I shake my head, “Maybe” Before he sees a man in his twenties, walking his dogs, with a pissed expression, “I think that man is going to break up with his girlfriend and giving her, her dogs back” “Have prior experience or something?” I laugh at his gawking expression at me, like how could you accuse me of such a thing, “He’s probably mad at his boss, and is ready to throw hands, but his shift doesn’t start for another two hours, and he’s preparing for his proclamation speech” He locks eyes with me, “Have prior experience with this or something” He says in mocking tone, “Yes,” I pout, “My first job, was a florist, I loved every day of it, until we got a new boss. We just didn’t jive together, like his vibe just made me want to throw him. He finally pushed his limit, and I did exactly what that guy was doing. Rehearsing my lines, and to say the least I was fired but I said I quit. I mean it wasn’t a victory but...” He laughs, “You proved your point to that fucker, that’s what matters” I look at him, “Since you make little stories for everyone you see, what did you think of me?” He tilts his head in thought, wracking his brain for my supposed backstory.

Before he tells me my story he starts off with, “Only if you tell me what you thought of me.” “Deal!” I start making little circles on the top of his hand, he looks me dead in the eye, “I thought you were sweet but had a tongue full of malice. That you secretly owned snakes or cats, something that seems cold on the outside but is really sweet on the inside. That you never had a chance on love, but desperately wanted to find out what it was like…” He trails off, no longer looking at my eyes but to the side in a kind of inward tangent. He comes back to Earth and looks at me, and I confess my thoughts of him, how I thought he was cold at first, that he is scared to get close but utterly hates being alone. That he would push me away if I even tried to talk to him, with how he brushed people off in art class. That his tattoos drew me in, and I wanted to know about them, but was too afraid to ask with his stone-like features. That he was over everything everyone says, before they even said anything. I look in his eyes, before looking back down at my lap, and I softly explain, that when I saw him at the animal rescue shelter, I saw that he cares so much, but everyone he has met cares so little about him. So he worries, and pushes people away because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. He loves with his whole heart, and that shows true when he talks to little kids or looks at animals, it’s like he feels they reciprocate his feelings. I feel his hand take over rubbing circles before he interlocks our hands, and I look up at him before finishing up. That I wanted to get to know you, regardless, and pull you into my arms and hold you, and tell you everything is going to be okay.

He pulls my chin up with his other hand, “You know you’re right, about everything, I put on a cold facade so people don’t talk to me, because I’m scared of getting close. But I love company,...” I look at him, “You were mostly right about everything in your assumptions, because I used to own a snake. You wanna go somewhere else?” He nods, “My turn to pick! And you owned a snake?” I nod to both of his ideas, as he leads me down the street. He turns down a few alleys, before we’re standing in front of an arcade. I grin at him, and he pulls me in, and instead of heading for the arcade games, he brings me into the back where the light is traveling through stained glass. It’s a pool room, with foosball table, and skee ball. He pulls me over to skee ball, “I’ll have you know I’m one of the best skee ball players, but I’ll let you go first.”

I look at him and push in a few quarters that I had to spare. And I roll it right into the 100 points hole twice, and I smirk at him. He exchanges the look, and with my confidence all the way up I think I can do it with ease, and I go for it, with too much force it misses it completely, and goes right into the ten. I pout, he laughs, and I kept trying my best at the game using up all the ten off my shots. I earn a score of 230, and he looks at me and puts in a few quarters.

I watch as he keeps rolling them up into the one hundred hole, he misses once, and his ball rolls in to the ten points hole. I laugh at him, till he winks at me, with that he picks up two balls, and at the same time he throws them into the opposite one hundred holes. He gets the perfect score plus ten of 1,010, I just give him a look, and he ruffles up my hair, “Trick of the trade~” I shake my head, “No, that’s what we call cheating-” “You’re just a sore loser” “That too” He laughs, and we spend a few more hours just playing different games, including the actual arcade games. Which I did beat him at three of them, the racing one, Pacman, and Foosball. If we were earning more than just points on a screen, I’d have enough tickets to buy a golden scepter.

We tire ourselves out, but nonetheless him and I walk out the door, and we get some dessert. Donuts at eleven at night, we eat our Krispy Kreme Doughnuts in peace, and he wipes the custard off my lip, and eats it, “Nasty” I say scrunching up my nose, he laughs, “Still tasted sweet, I don’t see why you’re complaining” I pout, “Because that was my custard” “Want it back” “Ew, no thank you”

I laugh with him, and we look outside to find it’s raining cats and dogs outside. I drift closer to him, as we walk out of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Before he grabs my hand, and makes us run out into the rain. I spin him around, before we stop, just looking each other in the eyes, something complies in that moment just to kiss. I lean in, and he touches my lips, my hands weaving their way through his hair. His arms bringing me closer into his chest. His warm embrace makes me melt into him. I can’t get enough of his lips, the way they feel against mine, the soft velvet of his lips against mine.

We break apart just to look each other in the eyes, and I pull him in for another kiss. In the heavy pouring rain, here we are kissing each other, at this point I guess we can call it making out. When he pulls away this time, “Fuck… I think you got me to fall for you, Hercules” My lips curl into a small smile, “I’m glad, Meg” Before he pulls me back into him, and we sway with each other, like we’re dancing again. We pull away, and I whisper, “Let’s get to our apartments before we get sick”

I walk him back to his apartment, before I leave I grab his hands and turn him to look at me. “Does this mean I get to call you mine?” I say looking in eyes, searching for something, the lights twinkling in his eyes as he smiles his eyes squint. He looks at me, “Does this answer your question?” “Does wh-” He plants his lips on mine, and I reciprocate by kissing back. Our hands intertwining, I pull back for a second, staring into his eyes in a slight daze. “I guess you answered my question” He giggles before pulling me back into another kiss. I could get used to this, I think to myself as I kiss him.

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It’s been a three years since then, and Yugyeom got the apprenticeship a day after we started dating, he told me ‘no wonder you have the tattoo of bouvardia, you're my pink luck.’ I laughed at that, kissing his cheek. We celebrated by watching Hercules and eating ice cream.

Yeah there's been ups and downs in our relationship… we've had a fair amount of fights. But after we had both cooked off we'd sit on either of our couches and just talk it out. Our sophomore year of college we didn't have art together, without seeing each other as often it sort of left a rift. And he was worried about me cheating, which lead to us not talking for weeks. That ripped me up, before I came over to his house. And we fought about it for a few hours.

I slammed the door, and walked out of his apartment. How could he think I would stoop so low? And before I could even reach the elevator I heard fast approaching foot falls. I turned around, to see Yugyeom sprinting at me with full force, and he tackled me, with tears running down his cheeks. Apologizing profusely, and after laying there on the floor for a while as I coax him back, pulling myself to sit up underneath him I didn't even realize I was crying, till he wiped my tears with his thumbs. “Why don't we go back to your apartment and talk it out?” He nods and stands up slowly, and holds out his hand. I accept, and he pulls me up, and locks our fingers together. That was probably our first and last big fight. We talked about our insecurities for about a few hours. We ended up falling asleep on that couch. That morning I woke up to breakfast, I'd say in bed but it was the couch. We cuddle, thankfully it was a Sunday.

We always solve our problems together, and work on being better, from that big fight we grew closer, and now I feel really comfortable with him all the time. We’re now in our senior year, and we share art again, just like last year. Though even if we didn’t have it together again, I know we’d pull through. But I’m glad we have it together, then I don’t have to struggle alone in the class.

Standing in the middle of the art room, in front of our table I sort out what I’ll need to use for the day. As I do that, Yugyeom comes in, I turn around just to see his huge smile. He picks me up with ease, “You’re not going to believe it, babe!” I raise my eyebrow, and I run my hand through his hair, “I got my certification to be a tattoo artist, and I went to Jaebum and asked him if I could work for him, I showed him my portfolio, license, and certification,… and I got the job!” My grin grows as wide as his is, and I move my other hand up and clasp both of his cheeks in my hands before I kiss him after I tell him that, “I’m so proud of you, honey! I told you, you would get it! Let me see it!” He grins, gently placing me down, before going into his bag, and pulling out his certification. “I’m going to buy a frame later!” He grins at me, and pulls out his license as well. I kiss his nose, and pull him into my arms before the professor coughs. We laugh at her, she acts like our mom, and has since the ending of freshman year, after finding out we were dating. He carefully places the certification and the license into his bag.

Once we start working on our projects I look at him, grabbing his hand, he looks up at me. “So when am I getting that tattoo?” He shakes his head at me with a big smile, “Anytime now I guess”

Needless to say, I did end up getting a tattoo with a blue snake surrounding pink peonies, and yes, it was by Yugyeom. I used to say my bouquet of bouvardia was my favorite piece, but now with that piece on me, that means more than just Yugyeom tattooing it on me. Has become my favorite, the snake is protecting the flowers, which represent love or heart. That if my heart is ever hurt, that I’ll always strike back. But it also has to do with how I got to know Yugyeom, through his art. Before I got to know him through the vet place, which he still volunteers for, but on weekends. He even got me to join in on that, but the point is I’ll always remain soft and sweet. With Goldie, (C/n), and Yugyeom by my side, I’ll always be okay. But with the ferocity of a snake the minute you mess with it, and its clan. And after all that, I think Yugyeom is the one for me, if not then I think this engagement ring in my pocket was waste of money.

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jinhopetual · 6 years ago

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bias tag 🌸

I was tagged by the wonderful @mccnhild for the bias tag (thank you so much for this, love-- suffice to say I got Carried Away™), so let’s just strap in while I write a tiny novel about my love for my precious bread boy ugh😔💕

And I’ll be tagging my darlings @she, @lullabyoongs, @jogeumdeo, @whoayoung, @nervousatthenightclub, @ezirren, @jiminteez, @kthual, @teanites, and @jinseas (And anyone else that might want to do it-- but only if you want to, of course!)

who is your bias: Jin, bts’s resident heartman💖

what made you notice him: I really didn’t take notice of Jin until I started learning more about the members individually and watched videos of them goofing around offstage together. The one who initially caught my eye was Namjoon, and I was so sure he was going to be my bias (lol @ me, the one who first catches my eye in a group literally NEVER ends up being my bias rip), but the more I got to know the boys, the more I just gravitated towards Jin’s goofy sense of humor and how genuine he seemed when he was being silly with the other members. I finally reached the point of no return when I noticed that he laughed at his own jokes a lot-- I was so fond already and just thought to myself “welp, I guess he has my whole heart now rip”

what is your favorite thing about them: I am physically unable to just choose one thing, so here’s a short list of all the reasons I adore this big dummy: the way he takes care of all of the members like they’re his family (it seriously warms my heart to hear them say that Jin plays such an important role in making sure they’re all happy and doing well and just UGH MY BABY), his adorable windshield wiper laugh, the way he just straight up slaps the shit out of whoever he’s next to when he’s laughing really hard, his confidence in his appearance and his humor (like please give me some of that omg), when he grins a little bit and his bread cheeks do The Thing, his love of videos games (my lil nerd AHH), his shy smile and laugh whenever he gets embarrassed, the fact that he makes fun of himself and doesn’t take himself so seriously despite being in one of the biggest music acts in the world, the dumbass shit he says sometimes (”PIPE DOWN YOU NON-ARTISTS” & “I’m the only 10 here, the rest of you are 8′s” I MEAN--), and the fact that he’s always ready to act A FOOL just to make people happy and comfortable. He’s just so sweet and thoughtful and wow can you believe that my heart is really Jin-shaped????

who would initiate skinship more: I feel like it would probably be pretty even between the two of us, from what I know about him anyways. As much as I love hugs and skinship (I am the cuddliest marshmallow who wants all the besitos and backrubs in the world thank you), I’m always afraid to initiate unless I know someone super well because I don’t want to make people uncomfortable. Jin’s also so affectionate with his members (always out here giving backhugs UGH), so I feel like we’d both be needy lil babies about skinship whenever we actually wanted to be, aha.

who would hog the blankets more: ME-- I literally always sleep wrapped up in blankets like a burrito. I like to be cozy and warm, so I will always be the blanket hog.

who would be more clingy: Me, because I am the clingiest ever and always need validation rip (but I also like to have space sometimes so who knows? This could go either way tbh)

who would say ‘i love you’ first: It usually takes me a while to say “I love you” in a romantic relationship (also if someone else says it first and I don’t feel it yet, I straight up won’t say it until I’m feeling the same way rip-- I don’t want to say it just to say it you know?), but it’s also easy for me to say “I love you” to friends and people I just connect with platonically, so I really don’t know. This dummy loudly shouts his love for his members over the phone, so I think we’d be pretty even there!

who would be more easily flustered: I literally get flustered whenever people on here compliment me, so definitely me lmao. On the other hand, baby boy straight up knows he’s the shit, whereas I would be a mushy mess if he even smiled at me alksfajkfnke

What kind of cuddling position would you two have: I love being the little spoon, and he’s literally so fucking tall and broad-shouldered-- just make me feel little in your arms you giant MUPPET.

what color(s) remind you of him: A warm, soft peach or blush color-- just something that reminds me of his warmth as a person. Soft pinks and peaches are just such a soothing and inviting color to me, and whenever I think of Jin, I always think of light and warm colors like that. He’s just such a soft and thoughtful person with a warm heart, I feel like that color really suits him.

which season would you like to spend with them: Winter! I’ve never actually seen the snow before, but I would love to experience a true snow day with Jin. I mean, hot cocoa, building snowmen, and catching snowflakes on our tongues? The softest concept and I’m here for all of it. I know a lot of people don’t really like the winter, but wintertime always makes me feel so cozy and homey, and I would love to spend the wintertime with this big cuddly dummy.

Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter: I would definitely be the one stealing cookie batter and being scolded for eating it while he tries to bake cookies lmao. I am definitely not a cook, and I have no fear about straight up eating raw cookie dough, so I’m sure he would give me a few well-meaning lectures about it while he’s trying to actually make cookies. WOW, this tag made me soft af-- I love my big dummy sm. 🤧😍💖

#wowie wow i got carried away talking about this dummy akjsdbaekhfb #but thank you so much for the tag marylet!!#please enjoy my ramblings about my One Boy #while i sing my man from funny girl at my computer screen #about me

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fanfoolishness · 7 years ago

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no words for heaven or for earth (1/?)

The aftermath of the assault on Adamant Fortress for Min Hawke and Varric Tethras. Part 1 of ? ANGST ahead. Min and Varric have seen a lot of shit together, but nothing like this.

(If you want to read more of their courtship and story, you can find it all here or at AO3.)

Part 1: Where’s Hawke?

Adamant was a jumbled mess of flaring magic, the practiced, familiar kick of Bianca against his shoulder, the shouts and sounds of battle. Varric knew they had a job to do: stop the Wardens, kill the demons, kick Corypheus right where it hurt.

But it was a little hard to remember that when he saw her, red armor a dark silhouette against the swollen desert moons. Min Hawke was a force unto herself, twin daggers flashing in the moonlight, and when he saw her, his heart did all that stupid shit he tried to write about but had never quite captured.

It felt damn good. New, and strange, but good.

Bianca loosed a bolt that sent a pride demon to its end. He watched it disintegrate, panting as the battle paused for just a moment. There’d be more demons any second, no doubt, but this was a minute he was going to take.

He drew up himself up in front of her, trying to look casual as he caught his breath. “Sparrow.”

Min Hawke appeared to be fighting a goofy, full-fledged grin. A fight she lost spectacularly. She beamed at him. “Hallo there, Varric. Fancy running into my favorite dwarf up here.”

“Oh, you know. This is textbook for a traditional dwarven courtship. You’re supposed to slay demons with your beloved in a crumbling Warden fortress in one of the sandiest places in Thedas. Sand in your junk is romantic, they say.”

Hawke arched an eyebrow at him. “First, ‘beloved’? I quite like the way that sounds! That’s delightful, you old softy. Second, you and I now know very well that sand in one’s junk is hardly romantic.” Her cheeks went pink and he chuckled at the memory of last night in her tent. Maybe it hadn’t been romantic, but it had been worth it, anyway. He took her hand in his and gave it a quick squeeze.

A shout behind them made him drop her hand and reach again for Bianca. “Suppose it’s time to kick some more demon ass.”

“Don’t worry, love,” she said, and his brain had just a moment to register the love before she drew her daggers and gutted a lesser shade that had appeared from nowhere. “I’ve got your back.”

He fell, they were all falling, falling --

He gasped for air, braced for the impact, his mind an empty blank --

And he got to his feet, water soaking his boots and the bottom of his trousers. Where the fuck were they? “Hawke?” he called uncertainly. “Doodles?” He looked around for Namira Lavellan, and spotted her standing a little ways ahead, looking aghast.

“Varric. There you are,” said Hawke from somewhere above him. He glanced up and nearly tripped over himself in shock. Hawke was standing on a rock above him, sticking out horizontally into the air. She managed to look both scared and annoyed, which somehow made him feel a surge of affection for her. He blinked, and for the first time fully took in their surroundings.

Shallow puddles dotted the landscape, which was awash with a sick green light and -- his heart sank -- floating rocks. There were only two places he knew of where shit floated like that. One was the Breach, and Namira had closed that months ago. The other was the Fade.

He glanced over and saw Solas with his hands on his staff, his face lit up like some kind of gleeful bonfire. Shit. Definitely the Fade.

Behind Solas Dorian blinked disbelievingly. The Warden Alistair popped up from another floating rock, upside down as if it was perfectly natural.

“Well, shit,” said Hawke, jumping down from her floating rock, and Varric shook his head.

“You said it.”

The Fade was not going well.

Varric supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. When did the Fade ever go well? He tried to stay focused on getting out, but he couldn’t help but think of the last time he’d been anywhere Fade-adjacent. Hawke had been trying to help that kid Feynriel -- she’d always had such a soft spot for mages, despite not being one -- and Merrill’s Keeper had found a ritual to get their heads into the Fade. Even his stubborn dwarf mind had wound up there.

And of course, he’d promptly jumped at the chance to show up Bartrand, to become the favored son of parents who’d been dead for years. He’d said yes to the demon like a fool and turned on Hawke. It made him feel ashamed to think about it, so he didn’t usually -- but it was hard not to with the Fade’s rotten green light all around him and spirits wafting past.

“How are you?” he muttered to Hawke, the others pushing forward. He hadn’t wanted to say much in front of the rest of the group. He still hadn’t told them he and Hawke had finally figured their shit out, and this certainly wasn’t the moment for it.

She brushed a hand against his shoulder, then let it drop as they climbed a set of crumbling stairs lined by floating candles. “I’m trying not to be frightened. That’s what the demon wants, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I hear,” he tried to say in a joking tone, but the words fell flat. He swallowed. “Hey. I’m sorry about what happened the last time we were in the Fade. Also, I hate that there have been multiple times we’ve been in the Fade.”

“I know,” Hawke said. “You apologized already, Varric. Years ago. I’ve never held it against you, of course.” She managed an anxious smile. “You have to remember, the Fade responds to your will. So if you try to think happy thoughts --” her expression looked as if she was trying to be cheery while eating broken glass -- “then the Fade can’t be so frightening.”

“Right,” he said. “I’ll give that a try.”

Of course, he’d no sooner said it than he was put to the test. The voice of the Nightmare, sonorous, surrounding, rumbled down at them. It made Varric’s skin crawl. Especially when it said his name.

“Once again, Hawke is in danger because of you, Varric,” the voice intoned. “You found the red lyrium. You brought Hawke here.”

Her hand on his shoulder again, gripping it hard this time. “Don’t listen.”

“Sure,” he muttered. “Keep talking, Smiley,” he said loudly. Namira gave him an approving nod, as did Solas and Dorian.

“There’s the spirit,” said Hawke, then laughed at her own terrible pun, wheezing with the effort. “Sorry, I know that was wretched.”

The Nightmare’s voice shut up, but Varric was sweating.

Varric swore, flinging a dagger into a dwarf who was so encrusted in red lyrium that it was hard to believe they could move at all. The dwarf gasped, their red eyes winking out of existence as their body disintegrated.

Varric picked up his dagger and washed it off in a pond of stagnant water, shuddering. On the whole he’d take Hawke’s spiders instead of these red lyrium mutants any day. Stupid deepest fears. He was no stranger to fighting dirty, but this? This was too much.

“Really not a fan of these fear demons,” he grumbled. He shook the water off his dagger, and the only color shining in its blade was green, not red. Well. That was something, wasn’t it?

They took a moment to rest up in what appeared to be a tiny cemetery on the water’s edge. Varric slugged back a potion of elfroot and spindleweed, grimacing at the taste. He’d never liked the stuff.

He leaned against one of the tombstones, wiping his mouth and waiting for the potion to kick in. He felt a little better, a little stronger. The rift they had come in through swirled above them, baleful but nearer than before. Maybe they were going to get through this, after all. He tried to smile at Hawke, but she looked stricken.

“Varric,” she hissed. “That one’s got your name on it.”

“Riiiiight,” he said, but holy shit, it really did.

Varric -- Became his parents.

He wondered if a despair demon had snuck up on them, because what else would explain the sudden, icy terror in his gut? He pushed himself off the tombstone and caught glimpses of names etched on the others. “Don’t look at them,” he warned. But Dorian just gave him a twisted smile.

“Too late,” said Dorian, his eyes shadowed. “Charming, isn’t it?”

“Ahh, fuck this place,” said Varric.

Shit shit shit shit shit

The Nightmare looked to him a monstrous living mountain of red lyrium, its joints shuddering with every movement. Its gaping mouth ground a shrieking, scraping howl as it rose above them, a song that shattered in his ears. Varric scrambled behind Dorian and Solas towards the waiting rift, running up the jagged slope as fast as he could, Bianca banging painfully against his back, his rough breaths sharp in his lungs. They were almost there -- Hawke was just behind him, wasn’t she? -- he leapt --

Namira was white-faced, wide-eyed. Alistair was hunched over a wound in his side. The sky beyond them was clear starlight, no Fade, no lyrium dragon, no rift. They were back in Adamant Fortress. But --

The world was utterly still. Except for the icy terror, back again, this time in his gut, his chest, his mouth. His hands were frozen. Words tripped out of his mouth, simple ones, the hardest he’d ever said.

“Where’s Hawke?”

Why were they so quiet? Why did Namira look like she was about to cry? He tried again. He hoped, he hoped, he hoped --

“...Where’s Hawke?”

#hawke x varric #varric x hawke #varric tethras #varric #hawke #min hawke #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #here lies the abyss #adamant #the fade #shit's about to get reeeeeeeeeal #but i gotta write it first #ehehehehe #if you read the first bit i posted in this series #i'll repost it soon #and eventually do a masterpost once i finish this out #if tumblr is doing that weird glitch with the apostrophes just click through to the full story #it looks fine once you see the whole thing

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nui-the-super-lesbian · 7 years ago

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Pillow Talk

I friend of mine had a dream like this, so I turned it into a fic. Enjoy!

Sometimes, Camilla hated being home alone. Sure, it gave her ample time to enjoy Nozomi’s extensive library of anime and manga, but it wasn’t very fun when Nozomi wasn’t there to enjoy it with her. She didn’t need to work, since Camilla’s family paid for all of their expenses, but Nozomi insisted on doing it anyway. Apparently she didn’t want to waste her degree, so she got herself a desk job. A job that seemed to suck the life out of her every passing day. It kept her out of the house and active, but sometimes she’d come back looking like she’d lost the will to live.

And today looked like it was one of those days.

Camilla was laying on the couch, as she usually did, curled up under a blanket and reading another volume of one of Nozomi’s recommended manga. She’d already read enough today, but right now the story was getting so good that she just couldn’t put it down. The heroes had finally reached the villain’s lair after a painfully long and treacherous journey, and the protagonist was currently at his mercy since he could stop time. It was truly gripping, and it felt like there was no way he was going to escape that barrage of knives that were floating mere inches away from his face. She froze on that page, too tense to turn it for fear of what would happen. Would he die? Of course he wouldn’t, but his best friend and their shaman had already been killed already, so there was a chance that he might meet his end here. It felt like time was slowing down for her as she turned the page, and there was absolutely nothing that could rip her away from such a gripping scene.

Ok, that was a lie. There was one thing, and that was the front door opening. And that meant that Nozomi was finally home. Camilla’s heart skipped a beat as she heard it swing open, and she closed the manga and looked up to see Nozomi walking into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, Nontan!” Camilla greeted her, putting the book down on the coffee table so she could give her girlfriend her full attention. Nozomi didn’t immediately respond, and that already made Camilla go from excited to a little bit concerned.

“Hey Cammy…” Nozomi groaned as she put her bag down, turning so that Camilla could see her very tired face, “How was your day?”

“Oh, it was alright. I did some reading, cleaned a little bit, it wasn’t very lively,” Camilla replied, keeping her energy up in hopes that the vibes she was giving off would help Nozomi’s mood improve, “And you?”

“I got swamped with so much stuff today…” Nozomi said, rubbing her forehead, “Mako-chan was out, so I had to cover for her, and… and it was just really exhaustin’, y’know?” Nozomi paused to yawn, and she cracked her neck in an effort to keep herself awake. Camilla nodded, assessing the situation. Nozomi wasn’t asking for it, but she certainly looked like she could use a little help.

“Well, sounds like you need yourself a little pick-me-up after the day you’ve had,” Camilla said, sitting up a bit, “Is there anything I can do for you, dear?”

Nozomi shook her head and looked down as she took her jacket off. “Nah, I’m good. You don’t have to do anything for me, really!”

Her rejection of her offer made Camilla frown. She hated how stubborn Nozomi could be when it came to accepting things. She was always ready to give and do things for her, so why couldn’t she just be the same with receiving? Perhaps she was going to need to try something else if she wanted to get her love to unwind.

“Are you sure~?” Camilla asked, adding a hint of seductiveness to her tone, “Because I think you might be hungry for something else…” She slid her blanket off and let it drop to the floor. Since she was just staying in the house and being a lazy fuck all day, Camilla had on her infamous Momma Bear hoodie with matching shorts, an outfit which, while incredibly hot, was also extremely comfortable for her to do nothing in. She flashed a sly, saucy smirk at the purple haired girl, arching her back out to display all that delicious, exposed tummy.

Nozomi, however, didn’t seem to care about it. She didn’t even blush. She just sighed and shook her head.

“Cammy… I’m fine, really,” She said, “Besides, we just had sex last night. I’m grateful for more, but I’m sated.”

Well damn, that was new. Camilla had never seen her reject tummy before. Usually that turned Nozomi into a horny blushing mess, and she’d jump across the room and tackle her so that she could enjoy her meal. But there she was, turning it down. It actually kind of stung, to be honest.

Defeated, Camilla slouched back down onto the couch and looked away, trying to hide an embarrassed blush. She felt like a fool. But she was a fool who was in love, and she wasn’t gonna let Nozomi go without some lovely rest and relaxation.

“Alright, I suppose you have a point,” Camilla murmured, “But I still think that you shouldn’t make dinner. At least, right now, anyway. You should take a breather instead of working yourself to the bone.”

“Cammy… I’m fine, alright?” Nozomi raised her voice as she tried to get her point across, “I don’t…. *yawn* I don’t need you to bend over backwards for me right now, alright?” The yawn made Camilla’s eyebrows raise, and she turned her head back to look Nozomi right in the face with a stern glare. “...Ok maybe I’m a little tired…” Nozomi admitted, yawning again.

“Indeed you are,” Camilla stated, “And it sounds like you really need a good nap.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” Nozomi said, letting Camilla win yet another small argument, “I think I’m gonna go upstairs and take one. We can order something later.”

“Absolutely not!” Camilla shouted, standing up from the couch. Her sudden raise in volume made Nozomi stop dead in her tracks, afraid that she had done something else to upset her.

“Did you want to make dinner instead?” Nozomi asked, turning to face Camilla as she leaned on the kitchen doorway.

“No, silly! Takeout is fine, but you’re staying down here if you want to take a nap!” Camilla went from stern to a little goofy there, but she was still giving orders, and Nozomi had no choice but to follow them, even if they didn’t make sense. After all, Camilla did know best for her.

“Um… ok?” Nozomi said, walking into the living room with a confused look on her face, “But why do you want me to sleep down here?”

Camilla didn’t say a word, she just sat back down on the couch and put a hand on her lap, patting her thigh a couple times as she looked at Nozomi with a tender smile. Nozomi wasn’t sure what she meant for a second, but then it clicked. And when it did, she smiled and giggled.

“Ahhh… that’s just like you, isn’t it?” Nozomi chuckled, walking over to the couch so she could take her nap. She got herself situated to lay there, and once she did, she put her head down on Camilla’s lap, facing away from her.

“Are you comfortable?” Camilla asked, looking down at her love, who was all cute and situated on her lap.

“Yeah…” She answered, picking the blanket off the floor and throwing it over herself, “Your thighs are really warm… and soft…” She sounded like she was starting to drift off already, and that made Camilla’s face burn from how adorable it was.

“I know, my siblings used to say the same thing whenever they’d do this,” Camilla replied, putting a hand on Nozomi’s head and stroking her hair softly, “Ahh… it’s been years since I’ve had somebody do this. It’s refreshing to finally have someone rest on me again, though.”

“Yeah, I guess it would be,” Nozomi replied, letting out another yawn. “Do you mind if I try a little something, though?”

“Not at all. If it makes you more comfortable, than go ahe-AHH!” Camilla let out a surprised gasp as Nozomi quickly shot up and pulled her onto the couch, with the two of them facing each other. She pulled Camilla down a bit by the legs before she put herself between them, curling up before she rested her head on Camilla’s exposed tummy.

“Ahhh… much better,” Nozomi sighed, shifting around to get more comfortable as her cheek rubbed up against Camilla’s belly. Camilla was speechless at first, but then she let out a giggle and just accepted it.

“I thought you said you’d had enough of my tummy?” She teased, lightly bopping Nozomi on the side of her head for being a liar.

“I did, in a sexual way. I might find your belly attractive, but I love it even more in a pure way! It’s the softest, squishiest, warmest, cutest tummy I know, and I love it to bits, hehe! But not as much as I love you, though...” Camilla couldn’t help but blush at that. She was humbled, and she honestly felt like she was going to get a bit teary eyed. This was simply too much!

“Well… I hope you know that I love you even more than you love me or my tummy,” Camilla replied, stroking Nozomi on the head again to help her drift off.

“I know…” Nozomi yawned, closing her eyes, and just like that, she was asleep.

“Sweet dreams, dear~” Camilla replied, getting comfortable on the couch so that she could watch her sleeping Nontan.

Camilla hated being alone. But right now, she wasn’t. And she was content.

FIN

#Nozomilla #floof #my writing

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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Match Made in Heaven (Wonwoo x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/ask: Could I have a scenario where SEVENTEEN's Wonwoo and you like each other and pretty much everyone knows but the two of you so the other boys plan to get you two together? Thanks! (:

Fandom: SEVENTEEN

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader (female)

Warnings: danger? I guess, but other than that, none!

Word Count: 5494 (got a bit carried away lol)

Authors note: Ahh thank you so much for the request! My first one! And for my bias from Seventeen, no less! I really hope you enjoy this ^^ I got a bit carried away writing this, but I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated, so don’t be afraid to talk to us! This is quite long so it’s under the cut!

When you thought of Wonwoo, the prominent emotion you feel is happiness. A happiness that can described in many different ways: respect, fondness, adoration, giddiness, love. There was not one thing you didn’t love about Wonwoo. Whether it was his seemingly cold exterior that was a façade to the warm-hearted individual he really was, the stony resting face he wore that turned into the most beautiful nose crinkling smile you’ve ever seen, or even his calm and collected nature that switched to the dorky personality when he was having fun, you knew you loved every bit of him. His good looks, adorable and goofy disposition, his love for reading, and his passion for music and writing, there was simply nothing to not like about Jeon Wonwoo.

Unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo felt the same way about you. The boy who prefers to keep to himself can’t help but be drawn to you when you’re in the same room, his cool façade crumbling when speaking to you. He feels dull in comparison to your bright and beautiful exterior, feels like he shouldn’t even have the chance to speak with you because you’re just so amazing, so perfect, so you. Whatever he did in his past life certainly payed off in this one, blessed to know you and see you and love you. And he does, oh god, he does. There’s no controlling the swarm of butterflies in his stomach when you laugh, the redness of his cheeks when you lock eyes with him from across the room, the sweaty palms when you talk and joke with him. You fit him perfectly, like a puzzle piece he didn’t know he needed. He finds he needs you like the air he breathes, and you need him like a plant needs light.

A match made in heaven, isn’t it? Two individuals who adore and love each and every perfection and flaw of the other. One can find no better pair to be together.

Well, it would be a match made in heaven, if you were actually together. The two of you had been dancing around each other for years, since you were introduced to the rest of the members by your childhood friend Seungkwan when they had still been trainees. It had practically been love at first sight, and since then, your friendship had blossomed and you became closer than ever, knowing the ins and outs of one another better than your own. The two of you are oblivious to your feelings with each other, too afraid to make a move for fear of ruining a sacred friendship due to one stupid move. So, for years, longing glances tossed across rooms, horrible pining and denial about feelings was what both of you dealt with.

Everyone else, however, are completely aware of the blatant feelings you both have for one another, and they’re sick of it. Especially, Lee Jihoon.

He loves the both of you with all his heart, even if he’d never admit it, and just wants the best for both of you. The two of you are like family to him. He treats you like a sister. But he’s sick of watching all this stupid, lovey dovey pining. Makes him sick, to be honest. Which is why he calls the rest of the members with the help of Seungkwan (a fellow sufferer who just wants to see his closest friend happy with another one of his friends) to the living area of their dorm, Wonwoo conveniently hanging out with you (as he usually does on Friday nights, watching movies and talking) and was out of the dorm while Jihoon addressed the other boys.

“Yah, why are we all here? I was about to go for my shower,” Hoshi complains, giving Jihoon a pout. Jihoon rolls his eyes and glances at Seungkwan sitting beside him.

“Well, we’re here to talk about Wonwoo,” Seungkwan supplies, staring at each of the boys in turn. Joshua perks up at this.

“What? Did something happen to him? Is he ok?” Joshua fires off question after question, concerned for the silent boy. The other boys also look concerned for their bandmate, exchanging glances and biting lips.

“Well, yes. There’s no easy way to say this, but something is wrong with Wonwoo. He’s sick,” Seungkwan replies, brows furrowed and a devastated look on his face. The group panics, some rising to their feet and pulling out their phones, ready to contact Wonwoo and freak out. They stop, however, when Jihoon gives Seungkwan a shove that topples the boy over from his seated position on the floor and shoots him a glare. Seungkwan straightens, sighs, and turns back to the boys.

“Wonwoo is sick, He’s been bitten by the lovebug. For a few years, actually.”

A chorus of shouts and groans fill the room as the band members shout at Seungkwan, who grins in response.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?” Vernon groans, throwing a pillow at Seungkwan’s head.

“Yeah, we were really worried! Don’t do that again,” Seungcheol warns.

“Alright, alright, everyone shut up! Now, we brought you here today, because I want something done about Wonwoo and Y/N. It’s been years, this has gone on for too long. They need a push, and we’re going to help them,” Jihoon explains, his intentions clear with the group now.

“Aww, how sweet Jihoon. I never took you to be so selfless,” Minghao croons, flashing a smirk at Jihoon, who returns it with a scowl.

“I’m just tired of looking at the puppy dog eyes they get every time they even think about each other. They need to get together, for my sanity and theirs.”

“I agree,” Jeonghan pipes up, “they clearly have feelings for each other, but they’re too scared to do anything. We need to help them.”

“So, how are we going to do this? Do we lock them in a bedroom together with candles and rose petals and let fate do the rest?” Jun wiggles his eyebrows, ready to say more but was cut off by Mingyu ‘s outraged cry.

“No! We are not corrupting Wonwoo like that! He’s too pure!” Mingyu cries, feeling anxious to protect his friend’s dignity for a bit longer.

“So, what’s the plan? How are we gonna get them together?” Seokmin beams, excited to be helping young love blossom.

“Well, we just wanted to bring up the idea to everyone and get everyone’s input so far. Any ideas?” Jihoon asks, eyes expectant as he scans the group.

A few ridiculous ideas were thrown out (“no, Vernon, you can’t rap about their love to them. And no, Hoshi, you can’t dance about their love either. Those are just weird.”), but none of them were working so far.

Chan, who has been quiet since everyone was gathered in living area, clears his throat, everyone turning to look at him.

“Uhm…why don’t you invite her to watch us during dance practice?”

He glances around wearily at the boys, gaining confused and deadpans stares from them.

“But Y/N comes to our, dance practices a lot. How would this be any different?” Mingyu inquires.

“Well, the rest of us could leave early, and let them have some alone time, give them some space to confess.” Chan replies.

It’s silent for a beat, and then “Yeah! We can lock them in so they have to confess to each other, or we won’t let them out! Good idea, Chan!”, that was Seokmin, and that wasn’t what Chan intended at all.

“Wait, no. That’s not what I meant,” but poor Chans attempts at rectifying the situation were futile, as surprisingly everyone agreed to this stupid idea, claiming it was ‘fool proof’, and ‘sure to work’.

Oh, how wrong they were.

The day started like any other. It was a Monday, you dragged yourself out of bed to head to your morning classes in college, did some work when you went home and were about to settle down for a bit of rest when around 3pm you received a text from Seungkwan, inviting you to attend another one of their dance practices. Not one to pass up on watching their dance practices (or seeing Wonwoo), you quickly sent a text back agreeing to come and got ready, oblivious to the scheming happening in the studio.

Wonwoo could tell something was off, he wasn’t stupid. Mingyu avoiding eye contact, sly smiles from the china line and Vernon stuttering whenever he spoke to him was a definite tip off if he didn’t feel like something was up to begin with. A smile too innocent directed at him from Seungkwan really set him off, and as he was about to ask what was wrong, you walked in the door with Jeonghan at your side and his throat closed up. God, you were just so beautiful. Great, now he was going to be distracted with you here during his practice and probably fall on his ass. Again. He supposes he could live with it like the last time it happened. Anything to have you fawning over him and giggling softly at his clumsiness again.

Your eyes searched the crowd of boys, each greeting you with a smile or a hug, when your eyes found his, and your heart burst. Seeing him just brightens up your day. He sends you a smile, the prettiest one, and you return it in kind, moving to settle by the side so you can watch the boys safely.

After a few dances, the boys are well and truly sweaty and exhausted. Some start to migrate out of the room, a few stragglers remaining. Wonwoo walks over to you and grins, moving to give you a hug but you step back, aware of the state he’s in.

“You’re sweating buckets, Woo, I’m not going near you,” you laugh, watching as he narrows his eyes and steps closer. You immediately catch on to his challenge and run towards the opposite end of the studio, away from the door, as Wonwoo follows and tries to catch you. You both don’t notice the other members left in the room make their quick escape out of the studio, leaving you and Wonwoo alone. You’re too busy laughing and running away.

Wonwoo catches up to you, wrapping you up in his arms and rubbing his sweaty head against yours, laughing amiably as he does. You squeal and try to escape, longing for his arms to be wrapped around you in a different, dryer, situation.

“Wonwoo, let go! You smell,” you laugh, trying to push out of his hold. He releases soon, when he realises the two of you are alone. He looks around in bewilderment.

“Wow. They left fast,” he muses out loud, walking towards his stuff to pack up. “Want to grab some food? My treat, I’m starving.”

“Well, since it’s your treat I guess I’ll come. I’m not one to pass up free food,” you grin cheekily, and Wonwoo scoffs.

Walking towards the door, Wonwoo puts his hand on the knob, ready to pull when he encounters a problem. It doesn’t budge. He frowns in confusion.

“Everything ok there? I can feel myself fading away from the hunger. Or maybe it’s your smell. Either way, I’m dying,” you speak from behind him.

“Uhm,” he begins, “the door won’t open.”

“What?” You push past him, reaching for the handle yourself and pulling. Nothing. What the hell is wrong with the door?

Meanwhile, on the other side, the rest of the band are crowding around the door, craning their ears to try and hear what’s going on inside. They’re hopeful for proclamations of love. Unfortunately, that’s not what’s happening at the moment.

“I can’t hear anything!” Jun exclaims, elbowing Mingyu to get closer to the door.

“Well if you shut up, maybe we could hear something!” Jihoon snapped back at him, nearly squished against the door.

Chan stands to the side with Joshua, both feeling apprehensive about the plan now that it’s actually happening.

“Hey, uh, maybe we should unlock the door and leave. I don’t think this is going to work, it just seems really dumb now,” Joshua tries to reason with the group, but his hopes are dashed.

“Nah, it’ll work! It’s simple, they’ve no choice but to confess now! They can thank us later,” Hoshi replies, aiming to slip in between Seungcheol and Minghao.

Back on your side, Wonwoo is trying to calm you down.

“Oh god, Woo, I had so much to live for. I’m too young to die. I was gonna buy a goldfish this week and try to be a responsible person. I’ll never see the light of day again. I’m going to die in this sweaty, smelly practice room, aren’t I? I can already see the headlines. ‘Girl dies in dance studio, tragic, had no achievements. Leaves behind no legacy.’”

Wonwoo has his hand on your back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions while simultaneously trying to rip the door open and stop you from breaking down.

“Y/N, please calm down, the doors probably just jammed. I’ll get it open for us, ok? Just, deep breaths for me,” Wonwoo replies to your babbling. “Also, you are a responsible person, and you do have achievements, ok? So, don’t sell yourself short. You’re amazing.”

At this, you look up from where your head had taken refuge in your hands, and meet Wonwoo’s eyes. The two of you stare at each other with shy smiles before you’re interrupted by a thud on the other side of them door, both of your eyes snapping towards the sound at once.

Wonwoo clears his throat. “Hey, maybe the guys are outside. Hey! Can anyone hear us? The door is locked, or something. We can’t get out!”

On the other side, Seungkwan is clutching his forehead in pain.

“Ow! What the hell, Seokmin?” he glares at said boy, who accidentally pushed him face first into the door.

“Sorry, Kwan, I just can’t hear anything,” he grins guiltily.

“Yeah, well, watch it. Or else I’ll-“

“Shut up, I hear something!” Minghao exclaims, and all falls silent as they hear a muffled voice through the door.

“…the boat is docked?” Hoshi asks, relaying what he heard to the other boys. Suddenly, he gasps, “he’s taking her on a BOAT?!”

Seungcheol whistles. “Wow. He works fast. Who knew he was smooth?”

Jeonghan looks dubious. “Uh, I don’t think that’s what he said, to be honest. Where would he get a boat?” he looks around, and no one can give him answer. “Wait, I think I hear more.”

A beat of silence, and then-

“…we’ll plant it out?” Vernon wonders, scratching his head. “Plant out what?”

“The seeds of love!”

“Shut up, Hoshi,” Jihoon says, exasperated.

Chan talks above the rest of the boys’ bickering, garnering their attention.

“I think we should let them out now. They’re probably freaked out right now.”

Joshua agrees. “Yeah, I don’t think this was the best way to get them to confess. And… isn’t Y/N a bit of a panicker? She could be seriously scared in there!”

All at once, the boys’ eyes go as wide as saucers, realisation dawning on each of the members faces before they scramble to open the door up, desperate to save you from breaking down.

However, on your side, you just so happen to be pulling furiously on the knob.

“God! Just open already! I want to leave!”, you whine, pulling harder at the door.

A faint clicking sound can be heard, along with shuffling. Wonwoo picks up on it, and moves to stop you, but he’s too late.

“Uh, Y/n-“

BANG

The door was opened, at least. Shame that hit you full force in the face, knocking you backwards onto your butt.

Wonwoo is quick to rush to your side, and the other boys file in the door, faces plastered in shock and guilt.

“Oh my god, are you ok? Can you see me? God, what if we need to bring her to the hospital?” Wonwoo panics uncharacteristically, concerned for your wellbeing after what just happened.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, we’re so sorry, we didn’t think you were on the other side!”, Hoshi apologises, and the rest murmur in agreement, looking shame-faced for the trouble the caused. You vaguely hear someone say to get an ice pack, but everything is hazy to you right now. This hurts so much.

You looked up with a groan. “This really hurts. Does it look bad?”

Some members let out horrified gasps before being promptly smacked and glared at by Jihoon.

“Oh, uh, no Y/N, it doesn’t look bad at all,” Mingyu laughs uneasily, “that big red mark on the side of your face will be gone in no time!”

You give an alarmed sound at that, and cover your face with your hands once more.

Wonwoo shoots a deadly glare at the group, causing their blood to go cold. He accepts the ice pack that Chan hands him and places it gently on your face, careful to not press too hard.

“C’mon, let’s get you home. I’ll order some food for us, ok?”

You nod, and with his help, you stand and walk out of the room after grabbing your things, Wonwoo’s arms wrapped around your form. He points one last stare at the group before leaving with you.

“Well, that failed,” Vernon announces, and everyone collectively groans.

It’s a few days after the ‘Door Disaster’, as Minghao put it and the guys are gathered in the living area of their dorm once again. After sending various texts with apologies and chocolates to make you feel better, you told the boys that you were cool with what happened. It was just an accident anyway, so you weren’t worked up about it. Pity about the giant bruise on your face.

Wonwoo has barely left your side since the accident, doting on you and your injury as if you were a child. While bothered at the babying, you certainly weren’t going to complain about all the attention he’s giving you, spending nearly every waking moment he can with you.

The boys apologised profusely to Wonwoo, who just ignored them and warned them to be more careful next time.

Which brings them to their current position, deciding what ‘Plan B’ was going to be.

“Look, I don’t think we should try anything anymore. Half of Y/N’s face is purple, thanks to us. Maybe we should just call it quits and let them sort things out themselves,” Joshua offers, glancing hopefully about the room.

“See if we do that, it’ll never get sorted. We just need to come up with a more obvious plan. One that screams ‘I’m in love with you and this is a confession’,” Jihoon replies. “The first plan was dumb.”

“That was technically Chan’s fault,” Jun supplies, ignoring the youngers yells of ‘excuse me?!’.

“Look,” Jeonghan sighs, “it doesn’t matter who’s fault it was,” (‘but it wasn’t me!’), “what matters is creating a better plan than the last. That failed miserably. We need to add a bit of romance. Which is why I propose a romantic candle lit dinner at our dorm.”

“Won’t it kinda defeat the purpose if we’re all there, too?” Seokmin asks, and Jeonghan fixes him with a deadpan stare.

“We’re not going to be there. We’re going to make them think it’s a group dinner, as an apology, but then we’ll leave at the last minute.”

“That’s a great idea! It’ll work perfectly,” Seungkwan agrees, elated at having a plan already.

“That’s what we said last time, and look what happened…” Minghao mumbles.

“Ok, so Mingyu will cook a nice dinner, Joshua and Jeonghan can help him, and the rest can help set up the room,” Seungcheol announces.

“Well, maybe let only some set up the room. Like Jun, Minghao, Chan and you, specifically,” Jihoon answers back. The room erupts in shouts, the other boys indignant and wanting to help. “I don’t want you messing anything up.”

“Yah! We won’t! We want to help!”, Seungkwan complains, desperate to be a part of the plan.

“Look, you can help clean and set up. Everyone gets a part. Everyone helps,” Seungcheol answers, and his word is final.

Fast forward to Saturday evening, Seungkwan receiving a text from you saying that you were getting ready before coming over. Wonwoo was ‘sent out’ to get a specific brand of cheesecake for dessert, and was told to not come home until he gets it. Good luck finding a cheesecake that doesn’t exist, Wonwoo.

The boys were excited, days of planning this meal to perfection. ‘It’s foolproof!’ ‘Great, now we’re jinxed.’ This was going to work, they were sure of it. Everything looks perfect. The boys had scrubbed the place down, top to bottom, and the dining was transformed. Candles were strewn about the room, a lavender scent wafted around the room, and a vase of roses was set on the table. They really went all out. Mingyu was in the kitchen with the others, preparing a delicious meal he knows both you and Wonwoo love, and everything was going perfect.

Until Mingyu’s phone started ringing.

He answered the call quickly, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible, when his face dropped. It was his aunt, and once she started talking, she did not stop. Mingyu tried to tell her he was busy, oh god he did, but she was having none of it. She wanted to talk to her favourite nephew, after all. Throwing an apologetic look towards the others, he ran out of the room. And then there were 11.

This wouldn’t be a problem, everything was set up. If only the rest knew Mingyu’s recipe. Deep breaths, Joshua, this shouldn’t be too hard. Seungkwan popped his head in to tell them Y/N was on her way, and deep breaths turned into quick pants. He started to panic. This wasn’t going to be finished, no one else knows how to cook this, it’s going to ruin the plan-

“Joshua, breathe. We’ll get this, it doesn’t seem like too hard a recipe,” Jeonghan tries to relax Joshua, feeling nervous himself. It’ll be fine. Yeah.

Hopefully.

“Hey, I’m texting Wonwoo and telling him to come back now,” Jihoon announces, looking around the kitchen. “Where’s Mingyu?”

“He got a call from his aunt, so he had to leave.”

“Are you serious? Ugh, of course something like that would happen. Just our luck. You two know how to cook the dinner, at least?”

Silence.

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “You do know how to cook the dinner, don’t you?”

“Uh…kind of?” Joshua laughs awkwardly.

“You know what, I don’t even want to know. Just cook the dinner, put it on their plates, and get out of here.” And with that, Jihoon leaves the kitchen.

Okay, stay calm. Everything will be fine, right? Just season it, turn the food over, and add some sauce. They hear the doorbell ring shortly after cooking the food some more. Wow you were fast. No need to fret, nearly finished. Just time to add the sauce. Joshua picks up the bottle closest to him, turning it over and gets ready to shake the bottle in the direction of the pot.

Jeonghan looks over at him as he’s about to do, and his eyes grow wide.

“Wait, don’t! That’s the-

WHOOSH

-OIL!”

The pot goes up in flames and both boys jump back in time to miss the eruption. The fire alarm rings above them, and the screaming starts.

“What is that?!” “What the hell is happening?” “I’m gonna die! I’m too pretty to die!” “Shut up and call the fire department! Where’s the fire extinguisher?” “Somebody blow out the candles in the dining room, we don’t need more fires.”

You’re frozen in your spot, watching the chaos unfold before your eyes. The boys are running around the dorm in a rush, panicking and screaming and you were almost sure you heard someone wailing. You almost didn’t hear Wonwoo come up behind you, having ran up the stairs, hearing the commotion from basically a mile away.

“What’s going on here? What happened?” he asks, bewildered beyond belief. He left for an hour, and he came home to this?

“I-I don’t know? I just got here and next thing everyone started freaking out when the fire alarm went off,” you reply, finding it hard to tear your eyes away from the scene.

Mingyu runs out of his bedroom, and towards the centre of the disarray.

“What did you do to my food? It’s ruined!”

“Mingyu, we have more pressing matters at the moment than burnt food!” someone replies.

The fire department came in record time, stopping the flames before they could expand throughout the dorm. The lot of you stood in the kitchen after the firemen left, staring at the black stains along the wall. At least nobody got hurt.

Except for pride.

“So,” you speak up after a bout of solemn silence, and glance around at the band, “anyone up for pizza at mine?”

“This is getting ridiculous. And incredibly dangerous,” Seungcheol says, fed up with everything at this point. Everyone was still reeling after the ‘Fire Fiasco’ (“Minghao stop doing that”), and everyone was starting to give up on helping you and Wonwoo get together. But Seungkwan was not having it.

“We’re so close though, I can feel it! They just need one more push,” he reasons, and while some agree, others are apprehensive.

“Haven’t we cause enough damage? First, we bashed her face against the door, then we nearly set fire to our apartment. I think we should just leave it for a while, don’t you? Just let them relax after everything that’s happened,” Seungcheol speaks out. Quite frankly, they could all do with a break. Speaking of…

“Aren’t we supposed to have a weekend off next week? Let’s just chill and have fun! It’s rare we get days off, anyway. Let’s live it up while we can.”

Being reminded of the weekend off, everyone agrees to give the matchmaking a rest for a while.

“What are we doing for it?” Chan asks.

“I think we’re going to the beach,” Jihoon answers.

“I haven’t been to the beach in forever,” Vernon muses. The boys talk about past experience with beaches for a while, reminiscing on memories, when Jun gets and idea.

“Hey, how about we invite Y/N with us? It’ll be fun,” he offers, “plus, Wonwoo will get to see her in a swimsuit,” Jun smirks.

Hoshi nudges him, but agrees with the notion of you tagging along. “It wouldn’t hurt to try one more time, would it?”

The group looks doubtful, but figures it might not be a bad idea.

And so here you are a week later, lying down on a towel, soaking up the summer sun with Wonwoo at your side. When you had received the invitation off Seungkwan, you were uncertain (“A tsunami isn’t going to come, is it?” “Ha ha. Very funny, Y/N”), but decided to go when Wonwoo insisted you came along as well (how could you ever resist him?).

The day had been fun, the car ride to the beach filled with singing, jokes and laughter. The beach was even better, playing volleyball with the boys and getting ice cream, the trip was nothing but entertaining. But it came to a stop when Seokmin decided to start dragging you into the sea with him when Wonwoo went to use the bathroom. Now, it’s not that you don’t like swimming, it’s just that you can’t. Well, not very well. So, when he started to drag you out towards the big blue with him and a few others, you tried your hardest to stop him, but he just picked you up over his shoulder and carried you towards the group. You can’t really fault him for anything, he didn’t know about your lack of swimming abilities, only Wonwoo and Seungkwan knew (who was nowhere in sight, probably buying souvenirs at the local shops).

To say you were scared when you were thrown into the water would be an understatement. You were terrified, terrified of drowning, of getting hurt, of looking dumb for not having a basic ability. When the water rushed around you, you panicked and started to throw a fit in the water, frantic to find the surface so you could breathe again. But it never came, and all you could see around you was blue and bubbles. Your chest tightened, becoming so uncomfortable, and you really believed this was the end. Until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and hauled you out of the water.

You gasped and tried to suck in as much air as possible into your lungs. You couldn’t hear much other than the ringing in your ears, but you could feel yourself being carried to the sand, saw Wonwoo shouting at the others who’s faces were full of shame and fright, felt a towel being wrapped around your shivering frame and your body being encased by a larger one, whispering soothingly in your ear.

“Y/N, we couldn’t be more sorry, I didn’t know you can’t swim, I’m so, so, so sorry,” Seokmin was devastated, this was the last thing he wanted to happen.

“You should have thought of that before dragging her out!” Wonwoo was furious. He never felt so scared in his life when he came back from the bathroom to see you missing from the towel and instead struggling to breach the surface of the water as the others messed around you.

“W-Wonwoo, it’s fine…” you began but he cut you off.

“No, you could’ve drowned or gotten seriously hurt. It’s not ok,” he concluded, and rounded on the others, still covering your shivering body. “What is up with you guys lately? You’ve all been acting weird lately, and you’re all acting so suspicious. It seems like whenever we’re around you, something goes wrong.”

You nod from beside him, and everyone shifts awkwardly on their feet, careful to avoid eye contact with you and Wonwoo. Jihoon groans and rubs his forehead, his shoulders sagging. He feels a headache coming on.

“I can’t do this anymore. This is happening now, I’m done with trying to ‘help’ them any more.”

Wonwoo fixes his stare on Jihoon, choosing to ignore the shocked and anxious faces from the others. “What do you mean?”

Jihoon sighs, and look at the two of you. Before anyone can stop him, he opens his mouth:

“Y/N, Wonwoo likes you. A lot.”

You freeze underneath Wonwoo’s arms, and it’s his worst nightmare. No no no please, don’t do this. He doesn’t want to face rejection from the one person who never fails to make his day better, who makes him smile like no other, who is always there for him, who-

“Wonwoo, Y/N likes you a lot, too,” Seungkwan adds.

What?

“What?” he questions out loud, turning to stare at you as you look back at him with confusion, but your eyes hold a glimmer of hope to them.

You swallow, and ask “is that true, Wonwoo?”

His chest tightens, his hands are probably shaking, but I guess it’s now or never.

“Yes…,” he clears his throat, building his courage, “yes, it is. I do like you, Y/N, I like you a lot more than just ‘like’. I have since I met you years ago when Seungkwan brought you in to meet us. I love every piece of you, every curve and edge, and I’m head over heels for you,” he laughs at that, and goes to continue, but you interrupt him by pressing your lips to his.

Despite the cheering of the boys around you, it feels as if it’s just you and him, so wrapped up in each other. You feel light headed in the best way, stomach erupting in butterflies that never fully went away in the years you’ve known him, and you honestly can’t picture a happier moment in your life than right now, feeling his lips on yours and his hand around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

You pull back with a grin full of love, and whisper “I’m head over heels for you too, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He grins the brightest grin you’ve ever seen him make, clutches you as you laugh and run your fingers through his hair, the boys still cheering the both of you on.

You loved absolutely everything about Wonwoo, from the little things to the big things. Everything that makes him, him, you appreciate and adore with all your being. And Wonwoo loves everything about you, every inch of you and your soul, and he couldn’t imagine a more perfect half to his being.

A match made in heaven.

“Well, ‘Beach Bust’ ended up being the most successful plan, who would have thought.”

“Minghao, stop!”

“You still have to answer for all the weird stuff that’s been happening.”

“But Wonwoo!”

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Feb 7 Blurr’s Horror Stream - IT

Only Blurr and Soundwave showed up. The stream kinda stopped being IC halfway through.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Peek.* B l u r r: / Here he is. Arriving in all of his pirate style / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Will follow in and park himself. No minis tonight. Rumble and Frenzy are on balcony washing duty.* B l u r r: [[ okay. got my foood. I haven't eaten all day yikes ]] B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Soundwave / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Bob bob.* B l u r r: Good to see you, as usual. B l u r r: mechlets busy today, hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Mechs, full. And, yes. They're busy seeing the error of their recent ways.]] B l u r r: Oh? Punishment, hnn? K-Kyehehheh. Got into trouble? B l u r r: [[ lemme know when y'all are ready! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready whenevs)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Quite a bit.]] B l u r r: A pity. I certainly hope they're easy to educate? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Sometimes.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[This particular incident's a bit of a repeat. Work in progress.]] B l u r r: Ah, a repeat offense, then? K-Kyeheheh. B l u r r: They'll learn eventually, I'm sure. So long as the punishment is something they hate. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You'd think that.]] B l u r r: Do they enjoy getting punished then? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[You'd think that.]] B l u r r: / shrugs slightly/ Teaching is a concept I'm well versed in, though I admit, not EVERY mech is able to be educated. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[In truth, he would not change them too much. But he would prefer they targeted someone other than him.]] B l u r r: Ahh... pranked you, hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Mhm.]] B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. Well, that's not /so/ bad. BoneAndHook: ((what is this?)) B l u r r: [[ In the Heights ]] B l u r r: [[ it makes me an emotional meSS but here we are ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's considering turning the tables on at least one of them. Rumble is typically the ringleader. A dating application for him might be amusing.]] B l u r r: K-Kyehheeheh. You want to prank them back? Sounds amusing. I've got down time. If you need some help with that. BoneAndHook: ((feel free to start, i'm not feeling up to hauling a structie in at the minute but i might later in the movie)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Turns his head to the side. He's... not so sure he wants help from a murderer like Blurr.* B l u r r: [[ okie dokie. ] B l u r r: / Hey, a murderer and then some. / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Especially after the talk with Prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...He'll think about it. But he should be capable of it himself.]] B l u r r: / shrugs a shoulder / If you'd like. B l u r r: We're currently in a lull. Stocking up on supplies before our next chase. B l u r r: We've got quite the lead on a relic, you see. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What relic would that be?]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *If he hears one more person talk about the blasted Covenant...* B l u r r: Hnnh... what was it called? B l u r r: / fiddling through datapads / The speed ring was one thing... then we located another. Some sort of... giant hammer from Malgus. ItsyBitsySpyers: *THAT?* [[Good luck with that one.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Try not to let yourself get boxed in.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soft huffing.* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! I'm not that idiot. B l u r r: I wouldn't get stuck. Besides... if it's not worth grabbing, there are /other/ things in that universe. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[There are.]] B l u r r: [[ honestly tho like is this what people do in these back country towns? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Vent snort.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((well i mean the story was originally set in the 50s, paper boats -were- a thing)) B l u r r: [[... true. i am a fool ]] B l u r r: [[ captions are okay, right? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((captions are very helpful)) B l u r r: [[ okie! ]] B l u r r: / snort / I hear their Magnus is out of commission anyway... B l u r r: Now the hammer sits in the hands of some... idiot. Or was it Optimus? I can't recall. B l u r r: [[ this guy deserves an award 4 how creepy he is ]] BoneAndHook: ((he does)) B l u r r: [[ cause i am terrified of clowns ] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((well you're in for fun tonight)) B l u r r: [[ but IT never scared me ??? Like. IDK B l u r r: Maybe it's because I know he's not really a clown?? ] B l u r r: [[ ALSO IM SORRY BUT Have you guys seen the freaking second take of this scene?? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Startled.* BoneAndHook: ((YES)) B l u r r: [[DSNFKADFS ]] B l u r r: [[ THE ONE WHERE HE GETS THE BOAT? ?] ] BoneAndHook: ((yes lmao)) B l u r r: [[ I was wheezing. ]] B l u r r: [[ ' shiit ' ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Does Earth have an Underworld of its own?]] B l u r r: Earth? Not that I know of... B l u r r: Well... I do know of SOME places. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Such as?]] B l u r r: Well, there's been a few anomolies we've detected. B l u r r: I know that the Earth in my universe has a belief of the Underworld, but there's so many different things people believe. B l u r r: [[ oh my god I thought that was the actor for Carl Grimes for ten seconds and I was like wHAT ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Rude.]] B l u r r: But, I /have/ found something. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Go on.]] B l u r r: It's a little hard to get to, but if you give me some time... I could show you. B l u r r: I bet you would enjoy it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Possibly. He's willing to see what it is.]] B l u r r: I've been there only once. It was a complete mistake. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[And?]] B l u r r: It's something I think you would like. B l u r r: It has a lot of... color. B l u r r: / wiggles claws/ and music! B l u r r: [[ oh hELL NAH KID RUN ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Is it that tiny alternate toy of his.]] B l u r r: No no. B l u r r: It's an Earth I've never been to before. B l u r r: We stopped by to seek out some resources, but I ended up getting into a bit of trouble. B l u r r: What else is new, right? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Huff.* B l u r r: / smirks and leans forward / But this place. Well, if you're into music, you'd love it. Even /I/ liked the way it looked. B l u r r: And, you know me, I'm a fan of dark and gloomy. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Are you going to hint all night or do you intend to tell him?]] B l u r r: [[ I am A) not used to seeing this kid outside of Stranger tThings and B) not used to the glasses ]] B l u r r: ... Well, I don't know what it's CALLED. B l u r r: They call it the Land of the Dead. Very typical. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[-No.-]] B l u r r: No? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[No. He goes nowhere the dead rule.]] B l u r r: Oh, please. They don't RULE. B l u r r: They just... it's like a whole city. B l u r r: They even have jobs. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Suspicious as all hell.* B l u r r: Listen, I don't usually go where the dead walk either, but it isn't something as scary as it seems. B l u r r: Or unsettling. Whatever you'd like to call it. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Corrupted.]] B l u r r: That, too. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((also: stream ded)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((pennywise too scary, gave up the ghost)) B l u r r: [[ i pause it ]] B l u r r: [[ is it back? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ its good, yeah? ]] BoneAndHook: ((lagging tho. only JUST paused)) B l u r r: [[ want me to reset it ? ]] BoneAndHook: ((nah, it's technically looking okay)) B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it isn't ]] B l u r r: [[ it's dropping it isnt it? ]] BoneAndHook: ((no, it's fine)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((sorry i had to grab drink)) B l u r r: [[ no worries. Welcome back! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Irreverent, isn't he.]] B l u r r: I suppose. B l u r r: [[ it's a no for me, dog. I would not go in there ] B l u r r: [[ not without two bottles of pink fairies and a sword ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Armor clamps down.* B l u r r: / reaches over and pat / ItsyBitsySpyers: **Human terrorcons. No better than their own kind.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *SMACK the hand away. Do not touch.* B l u r r: / B( / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at and settles back in seat / B l u r r: [[ eW ??? fsbhgjsf EW ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((creepo)) B l u r r: [[ so gross ]] B l u r r: [[ I always hated her dad, too fbgjkfdss ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[...Why is that on the television.]] B l u r r: who knows? Human television is weird. B l u r r: [[ awww she's cute with short hair ]] BoneAndHook: ((giiirl nooooo don't put it in the sink, it's gonna clog the drain and then you have filthy nasty wet hair clogging it up)) B l u r r: [[ i knoooow it's gross ]] B l u r r: [[ true horror of the night: the government shut down again ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lord)) BoneAndHook: ((at least they can pass fewer shiitty laws while they're closed)) B l u r r: [[ truth ] BoneAndHook: ((i like that wild musical interlude)) B l u r r: [[ yesss ]] B l u r r: [[ they aged the kids up for this movie, eh? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((no idea)) B l u r r: [[ Honestly, I haven't read the book in so long, so I dunno ]] BoneAndHook: ((don't put your eye over the talking drain ffs)) B l u r r: [[ nah fam. nAH ]] BoneAndHook: ((don't you know what's down there? HAIR)) B l u r r: EW DONT OPEN YOUR MOUTH ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((god this grosses me out so bad)) B l u r r: [[ IM SORRY ;A; ]] BoneAndHook: ((ugh. ugh. ugh. ugh.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((lmao it's okay)) B l u r r: [[ to be fAIR I have never seen this ]] B l u r r: [[ i mean not this version ]] BoneAndHook: ((and both of us have lmao)) B l u r r: [[ oh yeah , i forgot. lmao ]] BoneAndHook: ((there's something in this movie for everyone and FOR ME IT'S HAIR)) B l u r r: [[ i thought something was going to go in her eye tbfh ]] B l u r r: [ i had a leg up in defensE ]] BoneAndHook: ((i had an arm up to block it and i still gagged lmao)) B l u r r: [[ big mood ]] B l u r r: [[ NAH FAM I SAW THIS PART IN A PREVIEW NAH THIS IS SOME CLOWNERY ]] BoneAndHook: ((if i had been in her place i would have just. thrown up the moment the tape measure came up with hair on it. just. straight into the sink. it would have been like "the FVCK")) B l u r r: [[ truth ]] B l u r r: [[ how do people take him seriously with the goofy eyes. He got TFP Megatron eye syndrome ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it's supposed to be extra alienating or somethin)) B l u r r: [[ im wheezing ]] BoneAndHook: ((yeah it helps give IT away as a lure rather than a real person)) B l u r r: [[ i like it. ]] B l u r r: [[ but i keep snorting ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((nobody's gonna bribe the kid on the steps to shush?)) B l u r r: [[ first of all, they are cleaning all of that wrong ]] BoneAndHook: ((didn't the kid come in with them?)) B l u r r: [[ nah richie is outside ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((no no there was richie as lookout but also some kid on the steps)) B l u r r: [[ ooh. ]] BoneAndHook: ((no the one who was waiting on the steps, i thought i saw them get up and follow them in. i wasn't paying attention to which one it was)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i'm not sure now)) B l u r r: [[ she's a cute kid ]] B l u r r: [[ just drop ur bikes in the street wtf ] B l u r r: [[ i can't fdbkda ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((HELL NO not this)) B l u r r: [[ is there a thing i should know? ]] BoneAndHook: ((yes. hold onto ur seat.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((literally)) B l u r r: [[ gsbhjfksd ]] B l u r r: [[ thats not helpful ]] BoneAndHook: ((here we go)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((*crawls under blanket*)) B l u r r: [[ see, i can dig this version of this movie a lot ]] B l u r r: [[ I appreciate its appeal ]] B l u r r: [[ bRO WHY WOULD YOU GO ]] B l u r r: [[ nah faqm im good fjks ]] BoneAndHook: ((u just know IT heard "scared of clowns" and went "oh this one's gonna be so easy")) B l u r r: [[ me tbh ]] BoneAndHook: ((me getting out of bed in the morning)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((LMAO)) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ] B l u r r: [[ well, don't be scared of it, u fool ]] B l u r r: [[ u go, bill. u fight that *** ]] B l u r r: [[ he is not gonna shoot that fuccking cat, is he ]] B l u r r: [[ im gonna scream ]] B l u r r: [ please tell me if he does or not because i can't watch that shyte. ]] BoneAndHook: ((i don't remember if he gets it)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((iirc no)) BoneAndHook: ((... notice we see this weirdass show in the houses of abusive parents)) B l u r r: [[ right ? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((didn't catch that before)) B l u r r: [[ why would u hide in the bathroom ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((so you can do that)) B l u r r: [[wow guess who missed all of that ] B l u r r: [[ because this dang woman had to yell at me to put one fuckking bowl away ]] BoneAndHook: ((you can rewind if you want)) B l u r r: [[ nah it's fine ]] BoneAndHook: ((dad followed her into the bathroom, she was hiding behind the tub curtain)) B l u r r: [[ i saw up to when she hit him ]] BoneAndHook: ((he fell down and died, she tried to walk out the bathroom door, IT grabbed her throat)) B l u r r: ahh ]]] BoneAndHook: ((we cut to bill out in the park, probably waiting for bev, but she doesn't come so he goes to her house. finds dad dead in the bathroom and YOU DIE IF YOU TRY written on the ceiling in blood)) B l u r r: got it ]] BoneAndHook: ((and now the avengers are assembling and you're caught up)) B l u r r: [[ sweet ]] B l u r r: thank ]] B l u r r: [[ well this shows his collection and hideout better ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((what's really behind slendy's mask)) BoneAndHook: ((LMAO)) BoneAndHook: ((it's an accurate amount of teeth)) B l u r r: lmaooo ]] B l u r r: [[ thats stanley. Always causing issues. ]] B l u r r: [[ i remember that from the book ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((CRIMINY, CATS DID YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE THIS MOMENT TO BOTH STARTLE)) B l u r r: [[ omg ]]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((hfff i'm so tired but i wanna see the rest)) B l u r r: [[ it says it's almost over ]] BoneAndHook: ((we're close!!)) BoneAndHook: ((i was so terrified that georgie wasn't going to start moving again)) B l u r r: [[ omg ]] BoneAndHook: ((i was like "oh no what if IT left him alive as bait and he kILLED THE REAL ONE")) B l u r r: [[ right? ]] B l u r r: [[ *has flashbacks to boggarts* ]] B l u r r: [[ Sequel is this or next year I think ]] B l u r r: [ anywaYS. Thanks for dealing with me for a lil while with the horror filmies. Next week is horror aND cute ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yaaaay)) B l u r r: [[ HOPEFULLY I can squeeze both in. ]] B l u r r: [[ neither movie is terribly long ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((we shall see! but for now.... zzz)) B l u r r: [[ but thank y'all for coming! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yw!)) B l u r r: <3 ]] BoneAndHook: ((ty for hosting!))

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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@mangaanonymous Hey girl!! I’ve been craving some good sonamy fics and who better to go to than you? ;) If you’re still doing prompts off of pictures I was wondering if you could do one with this? It doesn’t have to follow it exactly, just the idea of Amy going super would be great ^^

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Always open my friend! :D What a lovely pic! And I can definitely use it! ;) Here I go!

Prompt:

With all the robots broken pieces suddenly rolling up and forming one large one, Super Sonic looked up in a bit of confusion.

Not sure what was going on, he didn’t see his friends already boarding the X-Tornado, hoping to get up into the air and attack from above.

“Sonic!” Amy called out, reaching a hand to him but as he turned to look…

WHAM!

“Ah!” Amy gasped and put her hands to the sides of her face, seeing him knocked completely to the right by the robot leaning down and swiping it’s hand to hit him aside.

It was still forming, and slowly rolled it’s back up, each robotic piece locking itself in like a spinal chord being formed upwards with each joint getting ready to pull him up.

Once fully straightened out, the Robot crashed one foot down, and roared out a metallic cry. Unearthly, and threatening.

It peered down as the alien three who had hacked into Eggman’s robots all chuckled in the sky above, hitting their backs and cackling out laughter.

“These beings are so funny! So.. pathetic! haha!” one gripped it’s sphere of a stomach, having no legs, but a tattered robe that flowed down it’s body as it’s claws arms continued to sway under it.

“The more they trash’em, the more they’ll rebuild and squash’em!” one smashed his clawed hand into the his other hand’s palm, and laughed with a hand up to his spiky head.

“They’re such fun entertainment~” one always had his tongue sticking out, and with a goofy expression, laughed like a fool. “Dah-ha-ha!”

Sonic slowly got himself up off the rumble, and shook his head, turning to look over his shoulder with an annoyed expression…

“These aliens… are really getting on my nerves…” he glared, and started to push off his knee he had lifted up to get up.

He staggered a moment but flew up to the plane overhead.

“Tails! Anything?”

“I can’t seem to find a weakness, Sonic!” Tails was circling the giant, Frankenstein robot as it tried to swing it’s big arm to swipe the X-Tornado out of the sky.

“Woah! Too close!” Tails pulled up, away from it’s reach as Sonic kept close to the plane, maneuvering with him. “It’s like a hydra! The more we break it apart, the more it comes back!”

“Then we should just break the pieces down so much that they can’t reform again! Hmph!” Amy picked up her hammer, looking mighty upset at the robot as she leaned over and peered down from the seat she was in, her hair whipping in the wind.

“That’s it!” Tails exclaimed, as Amy’s frown suddenly turned into surprise.

“What is?” Sonic looked to Tails.

“We need to smash them into oblivion! Then they’ll be useless, even if they reform!”

“Make them unable to battle… genius Tails!” Sonic dived down.

“Hey.. that was my idea…” Amy whined slightly, before seeing Sonic was having trouble even hitting the thing anymore…

He would try and homing attack through the center-! But the robot’s mid-section seemed to ‘jump’ out of getting hit before reconnecting… turn around as Sonic would uncurl and blink in a state of disbelief, and swipe at him again.

Sonic kicked his feet out, but was gripping immediately into submission as the the robot lifted him up to his face…

“Like catching a fly in a net. A large net! Haha!” The aliens descended, seeing the threat neutralized and started mocking him.

“Hedgehog? Was it? What a disgustingly WEAK creature…” one flicked a claw his way, as if dismissing Sonic’s kind entirely, swishing his head to not even look at him.

“Vile.. and he smells too!” the goofy one bounced his head as he laughed.

“You’re a disgrace to all creatures on this planet! No.. the universe! haha! Shake him of his little jewels!”

The robot shook Sonic up and down, side to side, as the Chaos Emeralds fell from his possession.

Sonic’s eyes swirled when it all stopped but his head sank low, unable to get his bearings straight…

They continued to laugh as Tails looked down, shaking his head. “Oh, Sonic…”

Amy’s fists shook.

Then she gripped the edge of the plane, jumping off.

“Huh? AMMMMY!!!” Tails moved the plane back but it was too late.

“SOOONNNIIICCC!!!”

“..Huh?” the three aliens looked up.

Amy came crashing through their circle, making them spin as they hovered in the air and try and reach out for the others in their dizzy spree.

She was falling fast though… as Sonic shook his head and looked down, calling down to her, “AMY!”

“W-woah..” Amy tried to spin herself around but couldn’t, she saw the emeralds falling below her and tried to reach back for them, her back towards them. “Chaos-..AHH!!” the wind hit her face so much, it almost made her voice unable to be heard.

But as she descended…

The Emeralds stopped falling.

Sending upward, they held a place around her. Glowing…

She watched in amazement, looking around as Sonic uttered, “Control.” his eyes narrowed as the Emeralds darted into her… a bright light…

The light suddenly shot upward and Sonic smirked, seeing her skate by him until coming back around, like a meteorite until the light burst from her and she stood, hovering confidently in the air.

The alien’s eyes shot out of their skulls and back in like horizontal punching bags. “WHA-WA-WA-WA-WAHT?!?!” they shouted in unison.

“He’s not the only blonde one?” the goofy one pointed in fright at her, as the others clung to each other.

“OH SHARF.” they spoke in some alien curse as she laughed, kicking her feet out.

“I can feel Chaos’s power soaring through me! Thanks, Sonic! I won’t let your power go to waste!”

Sonic closed his smile, so his teeth weren’t showing, but seemed to approve of her statement as he watched her circle the robot, and pull out a hammer.

“Time to turn you to dust, you robotic bully!”

Starting with his torso, the Robot couldn’t dodge her crushing blows as she hammered it down to saw-dust. It took a minute, but she got all the way to the arm, freeing Sonic as he started falling.

“Ah-ahhhh-ahh! OFFPH!” before he could face-plant, Amy had gripped a leg…

“Phew..” he fell limp, as she pulled him up, swung him around, and caught him like he usually did her.

“Huh?” he looked around, not used to being … well… ‘handled’.

“Hehe~ Now I’m the one saving you, Sonic!” she chimed, bright and happy… literally, bright though as her super form shined around him.

He gave her a nervous smile, and slight chuckle.

She flew him up and set him on the plane. “Blast him, Tails!” Amy nodded, leaning over the plane’s wing from hovering in the sky, as he nodded, and sent a huge blattalion of missles and fire at the robot.

Amy went in to truly make sure it was nothing more than rumble, as it tried to form, but failed and finally.. fell apart without a single piece of energy from the alien technology left to power it…

The aliens gulped, as Amy slowly flew down behind them, hands to her hips, as they turned around in pure terror… and shrugged with apologetic smiles.

“So… what was that about hedgehogs? Hehe..” she giggled cutely, before her face completely shifted.

She zoomed up to their combined faces,.. “Bark.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” they scrambled in the air, begging her not to hurt them as they charged off into the atmosphere, declaring they’ll never bother earth again!

“Mischievous little batch…” Amy leaned up, looking up at the sky, “I don’t think they’ll be coming back again.” she swished her dress as she turned and happily flew into Sonic’s arms, who was looking down at her from the plane’s wing.

“Sonic!” he was knocked over, but laughed, secretly pulling the power he had given her out as she turned back to normal.

She pulled away from the hug, her eyes still closed in utter joy, smiling widely “That was so cool!”

He nodded, “You did a great job, Amy.” he did look proud of her.

She opened her eyes, “Can we do it again, sometime?”

He looked a little sheepish at the request, but still smiled, sweat dropping a little. “Maybe. If it’s not to save the world again.” he teased, and winked to her kindly as she gasped and jumped back into trying to ‘cuddle him up’ again.

Tails turned away from looking at the two behind and rolled his eyes, shaking his head down. “Now I’ve got two supers to worry about.” he teased, having always worried about his friends, but happy to see Sonic had let Amy take a go at it.

Who knows? Maybe he was actually getting humbled by it?

(Hope you enjoyed! :) )

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