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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months ago

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🎊 twst 4th year anni ABEMA stream 🎉

***TWST JP news + anniversary spoilers below the cut!***

The stream starts with Ace, Deuce, Jack, Ruggie, and Sebek's VAs replying to a bunch of quiz questions. I think Ace or Deuce responds with "810" when asked how many items there are on the Heartslabyul lounge's coffee table. Sebek's VA also has a hilarious answer when asked how many Draconians (wakasama fans) there are, he pulls out some super absurdly high number with tons of zeros in it.

There is then a Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles-type section where the VAs decorate their own cake for TWST's anniversary. It’s a team effort! Ace and Deuce put on the cream, Sebek added cookies on top, and Jack and Ruggie did the final decorations. It ended up looking pretty cute ^^ (Ace's VA is the one that added all the whipped cream peaks; it was mostly thanks to Ruggie's VA that the cake still looked aesthetically pleasing at the end.)

Actual game-related news time!!! The SR Grim card for the 4th anniversary is... drumroll please...!! 🥁Apprentice Chef Grim!!! ABGKSKVUkvuDSQEVUOFDFIHAFVA HE'S SO CUTE, HE EVEN HAS A LIL TUNA CAN CAKE 😭

For anniversary, there will be a series of free items given out if you log in during the event period (11th to 25th), which includes THREE 10-pull keys (released on the 11th, 15th, and 18th, respectively). You can receive up to 12 days' worth of freebies. There will be an anniversary banner as per usual; you can earn tokens by pulling on this and then trade them in for a SR magical key (50 tokens) and/or past event-limited SSRs (150 tokens), including past years' birthday cards (100 tokens). There will be a new "Event Recollection" feature which allows you to experience events that you may have missed getting the initial chance to play through yourself.

Mr. S's Mystery Shop will sell items from past events such as limited Groovy materials and spell upgrade materials. This is called the "Memory Shop".

You will be able to mark (multiple) parts of the story as your "favorite". This will be indicated with a pink heart icon.

Battles will have a new feature which allows you to save team compositions for them. Up to 25 compositions may be saved at a time. You can also pin your supports, so you no longer have to scroll to find a specific friend's character to borrow.

There will be 3 new item gachas added to the "Item Lotto" of the shop (for Crewel, Vargas, and Trein). Previously, there was only Sam's. You use a new type of medal (obtained by taking classes) to roll on the teachers' lottos, and can pull items related to what you'd typically earn in each of their classes.

Crewel's gacha may provide an herbal tea which can be used to boost Buddy Levels, including those for characters that are otherwise unable to take Alchemy classes. That means Crowley, Rollo, etc. are fair game. (Yes, you can force feed them tea to obtain FRIENDSHIP✨) The tea may also drop during Special Lessons or Alchemy class.

We finally get magical key conversion! On the summoning screen, you can turn 10 single pull keys into one 10-pull key (which guarantees at least 1 SR; single keys do not have this benefit).

The Guest Room will receive a second floor to decorate. This will be unlocked once you reach a Guest Room rank of 31.

The Guest Room rank cap will be increased from 30 to 40. Additionally, all properties of floor 1 appears to carry over to floor 2. This means the same comfort level and attributes will be present across both.

New BGMs will be added to Mr. S's Mystery Shop. There will also be new voice lines added to Alchemy, Flying, and the outfit selection screen. The official TWST soundtrack will be released on the 29th of May, though preorders are tentatively open now. It is 140+ tracks (149, to be exact!) across 4 discs and goes for 4620 yen (inclusive of tax; without tax the soundtrack is 4200 yen). Japanese retailers are offering different dorms' A5 sized holographic sticker sheets as bonuses for preordering.

That's it for now, mostly quality of life changes! There will most likely be a 4th year anniversary PV/animated short on the actual anniversary day (the 18th)!

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rosemariiaa · 2 months ago

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~Lasts Firsts~

pairing: Paige x Azzi

a/n: yes i did lose my mind writing this but i had to! this is also my apology for the last fic.. 🤗 this is pretty long so take your time babe, also some tags @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @bueckerscore @juspeaks

themes: fluff, teasing

Enjoy!!!

It was barely 8:00 AM when Paige rolled over, her arm draping across the empty space next to her. She blinked into the early morning light, trying to shake off the sleep. She could already hear Azzi in the bathroom, humming softly, the sound so familiar it brought a small smile to her lips.

Last media day together.

The thought lingered like a weight on her chest, bittersweet and heavy. She dragged herself out of bed, feeling that familiar ache in her muscles from practice the day before, and made her way to the bathroom.

Azzi was standing in front of the mirror, twisting one of her curls between her fingers. Paige leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her girlfriend’s morning routine—how peaceful she looked, even though they both knew today was going to be pretty emotional.

“Ready for the chaos?” Paige mumbled, voice still hoarse from sleep.

Azzi turned her head, giving Paige that small smile she always had when she knew Paige was nervous about something. “You asking me or yourself?”

Paige snorted, stepping closer until she was leaning against the counter beside Azzi. “Both, I guess.”

They didn’t say much after that, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Paige stared at her reflection for a moment, the weight of everything finally sinking in. Last media day, last season. After this? The WNBA.

“You think we’ll survive?” Paige asked quietly, her tone light but not really joking. Azzi met her eyes in the mirror, and for a second, Paige saw all the emotions they hadn’t really said out loud. There was excitement, sure, but underneath it was that uncertainty, the looming unknown of what came next.

“Paige,” Azzi said, her voice softer than usual. “You’re gonna be fine. We’re gonna be fine. You’ve been ready for this.”

Paige didn’t respond at first, just dropped her gaze to the sink. She’d been thinking about this a lot more than she’d let on. The WNBA wasn’t just another level—it was the next chapter of her life. And as much as she knew she wanted it, there was a part of her that was terrified.

“What if I’m not, though?” Paige’s voice came out quieter than she meant. “What if I mess this up? I mean… WNBA? That’s a whole new ballgame.”

Azzi turned around fully now, leaning her hip against the counter. She reached out, gently grabbing Paige’s wrist, thumb brushing over her skin in that way that always calmed her down.

“You’ve been playing against pros for years, P. You’re gonna go in there and do exactly what you do best. And… don’t forget you’ll be up against Diana, you’re probably gonna block her shots and then she’ll talk all kinds of shit you know how she gets,” Azzi teased, trying to pull Paige out of her thoughts.

Paige couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension in her chest easing just a little. “I can’t wait for Diana to “hate” me.” Azzi smirked. “Just don’t embarrass her too much.”

“Oh, I will. But not before embarrassing your Aces,” Paige shot back, her grin widening as Azzi’s eyes narrowed in mock warning.

“Excuse me?” Azzi gasped dramatically. “You better not mess with my team. If you even think about beating them, I’ll fly out there and beat you up.”

Paige laughed, leaning into Azzi, her forehead resting against hers. “You’re cute when you threaten me.”

“Not a threat, babe,” Azzi replied, her smile softening as she tilted her head just slightly, brushing her nose against Paige’s. “I’m dead serious. Leave the Aces alone.”

Paige wrapped her arms loosely around Azzi’s waist, finally letting herself breathe. For a second, she could forget about the future. It was just the two of them again, standing in their shared apartment, holding on to each other before the world outside came rushing in.

———-

By the time they arrived in the gym, the chaos was already in full swing, with half the girls making tiktok’s and going crazy per usual. The cameras, the bright lights, the reporters—it was all routine by now, but this time, everything felt heightened. It was their last one. The final first.

Paige watched as Azzi stepped in front of the camera, her expression automatically settling into her “game face,” the serious one she always had before interviews. Paige stood to the side, arms crossed, watching with amusement.

“You look like you’re about to kill somebody,” she muttered under her breath as she moved to stand beside Azzi for their photos. Azzi shot her a look. “I’m just focused.”

“Focused on terrifying everyone,” Paige teased, nudging her with her shoulder.

Azzi tried not to smile, but it broke through anyway, and Paige could feel the tension between them melt a little as they fell into the easy rhythm of their chemistry. They took their usual photos, Paige throwing her arm around Azzi’s shoulders, and their traditional piggyback pose, the same way they’ve done a thousand times before. But this time, the air between them felt different—heavier, full of all the memories they shared.

After the cameras stopped flashing, they hung back for a bit, watching the rest of the team get their moments in front of the lens.

“This feels… weird, right?” Paige said, her voice a little quieter now.

Azzi just nodded. “Yeah. But… it’s also kinda nice, knowing we did this together.”

Paige looked at her, her chest tightening with that familiar feeling of bittersweetness. “You’re gonna make me cry.” Azzi gave her a teasing smirk. “That’s my plan.”

———-

The media day madness finally wrapped up, and before Azzi could even think about unwinding, Paige had dragged her back home with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“What are you planning, Bueckers?” Azzi asked, standing in the doorway of their apartment, her arms crossed. “You’ll see. Just get dressed,” Paige said with a grin, shooing her toward the bedroom.

Azzi rolled her eyes but went along with it, emerging a few minutes later in the white tube top with Paige’s pink cover-up and those low-waisted jeans that Paige always went quiet about. She gave a little twirl, watching Paige’s eyes darken slightly.

“Stole my clothes again, huh?” Paige asked, leaning against the wall, trying to look unfazed.

Azzi smirked. “You love it.”

Paige just shook her head. “Get in the car, weirdo.”

They spent the car ride to the restaurant in comfortable silence, the only sound being Paige’s playlist—songs she’d carefully picked over the years, ones that always made her think of Azzi. At some point, Mitski came on, and Azzi hummed softly to the tune, stealing glances at Paige, who was drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

“So, P,” Azzi started casually, “how nervous are you to play against Diana?”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m not nervous are ut playing against Diana. I’m nervous about her kicking my ass after I block her.” Azzi laughed, the sound light and warm. “She probably will. I’ll be sitting courtside, watching her destroy you.”

“Thanks for the support babe,” Paige muttered, but she was smiling. Azzi always knew how to pull her out of her head when she got too wrapped up in her own thoughts.

“And just remember,” Azzi said, her tone a little more serious but still playful, “if you mess with the Aces, I will find you madison.”

Paige threw her a sideways glance. “Oh, I know. You won’t have to find me—I’ll be waiting for you.”

Azzi grinned. “You better be.”

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When they got to the restaurant, Paige made sure they sat in a booth—one where she could sit across from Azzi and just look at her. It wasn’t the most subtle thing in the world, but Paige didn’t care. Azzi caught on, of course, giving her a raised eyebrow.

“What? I just like looking at you,” Paige said with a shrug, grinning like she hadn’t just been caught.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous.”

They were mid-conversation when the waiter came over, a girl with a bright smile who seemed way too interested in Azzi. Paige noticed immediately, her smile dropping slightly as the woman complimented Azzi’s hair, her outfit, even her smile. Azzi, as usual, was completely oblivious.

“Thanks,” Azzi said, flashing the girl a casual smile, but Paige could see what was going on, and it annoyed her just enough to act on it.

Without a second thought, Paige reached across the table, placing her hand firmly over Azzi’s. The waiter glanced down, her smile faltering as she realized the situation, quickly taking their order and backing off with a stiff nod.

Azzi blinked, glancing down at their hands before looking back up at Paige with an amused expression. “Was that jealousy?” Paige scoffed. “No, that was me stopping her from embarrassing herself.”

Azzi grinned, squeezing Paige’s hand. “Uh-huh. Sure, Paige.”

After dinner, the laughter between them hadn’t stopped. Even as they waved goodbye to their server, still teasing each other about that moment of jealousy, the warmth between them stayed, making the whole night feel like a dream.

Azzi didn’t even bother pulling out her card when the check arrived. The second she started reaching for her wallet, Paige shot her a look, the kind of look that said, don’t even think about it. Azzi had seen that look so many times before and just grinned, leaning back in her seat as Paige effortlessly snatched the check, sliding her own card inside before Azzi even got a chance to protest.

“Every time?” Azzi asked, her tone half-amused, half-resigned.

Paige just shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips. “I like spoiling you. What can I say?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the truth was she loved it too. It was a Paige thing—doing little things like this without asking, always showing she cared in her own way.

After they walked out of the restaurant, Paige naturally slipped her arm around Azzi’s waist like she always did. It wasn’t even a conscious move anymore; it was just how Paige was. Her hand rested comfortably against Azzi’s side, pulling her a little closer as they walked down the quiet street. Azzi leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth from Paige’s body and the comfort that always came with being this close.

Paige’s grip was gentle but firm, protective in a way that Azzi had always loved. It was something Paige did, even when she didn’t realize it—holding her close, like she was making sure Azzi knew she was always there, no matter what. It made Azzi smile, thinking about how many times Paige had held her like this over the years, whether after a tough game, during quiet moments between them, or just walking down the street like this.

They kept walking, laughing softly, the cool night air brushing against their faces, but neither of them seemed to notice. Everything felt easy between them, and Paige, in her usual way, kept the conversation light. Azzi could tell Paige was doing it on purpose, making her laugh to keep them from thinking too much about all the changes on the horizon.

They were about halfway to the car when Azzi suddenly slowed her pace, and Paige’s arm tightened slightly around her waist, glancing over with a curious look.

“You okay?” Paige asked, her voice casual but her gaze full of affection.

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She stopped, turning toward Paige and stepping in closer. Paige’s arm never left her waist, holding her in place like she always did, her body warm against Azzi’s side. Azzi stared at Paige for a long moment, just taking her in—the messy hair, the soft smile, the way she was always so present, so hers.

“I love you,” Azzi said suddenly, her voice soft but full of all the emotion she had been holding in. It wasn’t planned—it just came out, like it had been sitting on her chest, waiting for the right moment.

Paige blinked, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes softened. Her hand on Azzi’s waist tightened slightly, pulling her just a bit closer. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice gentle, almost like she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to hear those words.

They both stood there for a second, letting the words hang between them. Then, without thinking, Azzi reached up and cupped Paige’s face, pulling her in for a kiss. Paige didn’t hesitate, meeting her halfway, her lips soft and warm as they kissed in the middle of the street, the world around them fading away.

Paige’s arm stayed wrapped securely around Azzi’s waist as their kiss deepened, and it felt like everything else just melted away. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was slow and full of love, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

Azzi could feel Paige’s heartbeat against her own, steady and strong, and she knew, in that moment, that no matter what happened, no matter how far apart they might be in the future, they’d always have this. They’d always have each other.

When they finally pulled back, Paige’s forehead rested against Azzi’s, their breaths mixing in the cool night air. Paige smiled, her hand gently caressing Azzi’s side. “You’re stuck with me, you know that?” she whispered, her voice teasing but full of love.

Azzi grinned, her thumb tracing along Paige’s cheek. “Forever.”

———-

yeaa…that was a lot and so darn cute 🥹

#pazzi #rosie fics #paige x azzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #rosie moots

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allforhee · 9 months ago

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ੈ✩ — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒. (BLURB) | LEE HEESEUNG

୨୧ pairing — older brother's best friend!lee heeseung x park!fem!reader

୨୧ synopsis — living under the protective eyes of your older brother, park sunghoon, he thinks he knows you the best. but litte does he know that heeseung knows you love your sour patch kids more than you love his usual swedish fish. (inspired by the summer i turned pretty scene where conrad knows belly's taste of candies more than jeremiah)

୨୧ genre — non!idol au, you're 20 and hee is 22, you and hee are dating but sunghoon doesn't know, sort of childhood friends to lovers?

୨୧ warnings — cursing, forbidden (ish) romance, cute fluff where heeseung knows you best, backstreet dating behind sunghoon's back, heeseung and sunghoon having a little quarrel, possesive/sassy-ish hee

୨୧ word count — 562 words, 3148 characters (sort of proofread?)

୨୧ author's note — first blurb and i lowkey wrote this on my phone during english class.. had to get this out of my system cause i absolutely loved this scene in tsitp. plus i felt like i needed to write something since i won't be releasing "it's a crisis"'s full fic anytime soon since i'm busy with exams coming up :(

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓.

the car comes to a stop under the gas station’s bright led light. sunghoon takes off his seatbelt as he grabs his wallet in his pocket, before exiting the car, leaving you and heeseung alone.

you could feel the tension between you and heeseung. the heavy rain outside making it seem louder. he was slumped over in the backseat with his phone in his hand, the bright light illuminating his features.

when did he become so handsome?

sunghoon opens the driver’s side’s door, “we’re two hours away from home, gas is filling up and i’m gonna get some snacks. you want any y/n?”

“i’m down with anything, honestly.” you respond.

as sunghoon is about to close the door, heeseung takes off his seatbelt, whispering a “i’ll come with.” before closing the car door.

the mini market’s door rings a slight ding! as sunghoon pushes the door open. the constant buzzing of the refrigerator and the broken acs filled the room. the two split up searching for bare necessities like snacks and water to keep them company on the way home.

as a couple minutes passed, the two found each other again at the cash register, dropping the things at checkout.

in sunghoon’s hands was a bag of swedish fish, meanwhile in heeseung’s was a bag of sour patch kids.

“don’t waste your money bud, she likes these better.” heeseung snickered, a smirk on his face.

sunghoon lets out a sigh, “they’re practically the same.” he defends himself.

“not to y/n. she thinks swedish fish tastes like candles. she likes sour.”

“why do you even care, hee?” he asks him. “she’s my sister, i know her.”

heeseung licks his lips as he lets out a small laugh, “i don’t.”

“that’s bullshit.” sunghoon scoffs.

“you still want these?” the cashier asks the two, pointing at the swedish fish.

“yes yes, of course.” sunghoon answers.

“i tried to warn him.” heeseung laughs at his best friend.

“why are you acting lik—like this?!” sunghoon asks, a slight bit of anger heard through his voice.

“relax, you big fucking baby. i’m just messing with ya man.” heeseung chuckles, giving his best friend a pat on the back.

with a glare, sunghoon taps his debit card at the scanner, paying for their snacks, picking up the plastic bag and murmuring a small thank you, to the cashier, before they rush out back into their car in the pouring rain.

as the two car doors slam, you take the plastic bag from sunghoon’s hands, diving in.

“what did you get?” you ask the two, ruffling the inside of the bag.

“ooh! sour patch, my favorite!” you glimmer, opening the package as you dive into the sour goodness. but you didn’t miss the bag of swedish fish in sunghoon’s hands.

“oh! i could, um, eat this swedish fish… after?”

sunghoon opened the bag before he responded with a “no, no it’s okay. i got them for me.” as he popped a little fish in his mouth, chewing with disappointment.

“okay.”

sunghoon’s brows furrowed, knowing damn well that his best friend was right.

even from the backseat, he could feel heeseung shooting him a look that was screaming i told you so! before he put the car into ignition.

as sunghoon pressed the gas and started driving into the dark rainy night, his sister chewing on her sour patch kids, he heard heeseung letting out small whisper right in his ear.

“you see? my girl knows her sour patch kids.”

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adverbally · 3 months ago

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Stunned By the Whiplash

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When Steve wakes up in the emergency room at Hawkins Memorial, Eddie is nowhere to be found.

He blinks into awareness slowly, noting the empty chair at his bedside before he begins taking stock of how he feels. First and foremost, he is no longer upside down. Thank God. His chest still hurts, though he’s breathing easier. His neck is a little sore and his headache is almost gone. He’s in a curtained-off bed in the corner of the ER, so he must not be doing too badly.

Despite these positive signs, Eddie’s absence is glaring. He must have been successful in getting help, at least. Maybe he just hadn’t made it back to the car before emergency services, or maybe they wouldn’t let him ride in the ambulance. The part of Steve’s brain that tends to catastrophize wants to panic but it feels very far away. They must have given him some good medication.

It makes him sleepy, too, so he dozes for a few minutes before the grating noise of metal wakes him again.

Eddie looks exhausted as he pulls the curtain shut behind him with a wince at the sound of the rings scraping through the track. He has butterfly bandages over a couple of the deeper cuts on his forehead and cheek, but there are no other signs of injury. Steve is almost lightheaded with relief at the sight of him.

“Where were you?” Steve croaks.

Eddie jumps a little. When he realizes Steve is awake and talking to him, he looks instantly lighter, like the weight of worry has been lifted from him. “Payphones,” he explains. “Wayne’s shift finished a little while ago and I thought he would want to know why I wasn’t home.”

“Oh.” Just like that, it’s easy to relax back into the bed and forget what he was even worried about. Especially when Eddie comes to sit next to him and brushes his hair away from his forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

Steve shrugs. “Okay, I think? My chest still hurts when I breathe too deep.”

“If that’s your biggest complaint, I think we got off pretty easy.” Eddie leans back in his seat. The dark circles under his eyes are exaggerated by the harsh lights overhead.

Steve feels a stab of remorse for being the source of his fatigue. He reaches out, wiggling his fingers insistently until Eddie takes hold of his hand. “I’m sorry,” Steve tells him sincerely.

“It’s not like you did it on purpose,” Eddie chastises. “It was an accident, don’t apologize for that.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s knuckles.

“Still sorry I scared you.”

Eddie lets out a long sigh. “I’m just glad you’re okay. We were lucky that your lung didn’t collapse. Apparently that can happen with broken ribs? The doctor didn’t think you needed to be admitted, but she wanted to wait for you to wake up so they could make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

Steve raps his knuckles against the side of his head. “No more than usual.”

Eddie doesn’t laugh. His face is completely blank as he stares up at the ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights. “You know, I had to wait for them to get there? It felt like forever. I was trying to talk to you and you weren’t responding.” He bites his lip. “Then I stood there and watched them cut you out of your seat belt. You were, like, completely limp, no reaction at all, even when they bumped your ribs against the edge of the door.”

Understanding sinks like a stone in Steve’s stomach.

Eddie continues, “For about fifteen minutes, I was sure you were dead. I was already thinking about how to tell Robin and the kids, your parents…” He runs a hand over his face as he trails off with a shaky breath.

“Eddie, I’m so–”

“No, I’m not trying to make you feel bad, o-or, like, make it about me, I get the whole ‘dark humor as a coping mechanism’ thing. But I can’t joke about it yet.” When he looks back to Steve, his eyes are wet.

Steve squeezes his hand. “Okay, then. No jokes.” Like how Eddie doesn’t joke about the lights flickering or make fun of him for not using the pool in his backyard. It’s no sacrifice to make sure Eddie

“Thanks.” Eddie sniffs. “Now hit your call button so the doctor can check you out and we can get out of here.”

“In a sec.” Steve uses his grip on Eddie to pull them closer together until they meet in the middle and Steve can kiss him. It’s just a chaste press of lips, since they’re in public and neither of them is feeling up to anything more strenuous, but it lingers. Eddie’s other hand is on his jaw and they’re both okay. It settles something in Steve’s chest that has been uneasy since he woke up.

Steve pulls away when the strain on his ribs is too much to ignore. Eddie looks more relaxed already; he needed that moment, too. “Okay, I’m good now,” Steve announces.

“Okay.” Eddie’s smile is small but genuine.

———

Thanks to those of you who encouraged me to write this follow up to I’m a Victim of a Bad Crash!

@grtwdsmwhr @alwaysurvalentine @flustratedcas @shesnotthatserious @novacorpsrecruit

#steddieangstyaugust #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine

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yuurei20 · 16 days ago

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Short Translation from Twst the 2nd novel: The Confrontation (pt4)

"‘How. You should have all been caught in that stampede.’

‘And yet, as you can see, not a single Diasomnia student has suffered any injury.’

‘Th-then, what happened?’"

"In response to Silver’s concise response, Ruggie seems only all the more confused. In a hoarse voice Cater responds, ‘If you mean all the trampled Diasomnia guys, they were all me in disguise ♪’

‘What?’"

"Thus far Leona has been agape in shock at Ruggie’s side, but with that his expression suddenly changes. His eyes narrow, and he mutters darkly with a truly terrifying expression. ‘Cater, you bastard…!’

‘Figured it out have you, Leona-kun?’ Cater retrieves his magical pen.

‘Exactly—all the Diasomnia athletes in the procession were fakes. We disguised the ‘me’s’ from my unique magic, ‘Split Card,’ by dressing them up in Diasomnia uniforms.’

With this explanation, three identical Caters suddenly appear.

‘Malleus-sama, run for your life!’

‘I’m going to be crushed—! …jk. So, who put on the best act, me or me?’

‘Ahaha, you’re all the same, you know.’

With another wave of his magical pen, Cater dismisses his chattering copies.

‘My magic’s pretty great, right? What was it you said—that we’re all morons? I might just turn that back on you, I think. Thanks a ton for falling for it hook, line and sinker.’ An exceedingly rare, sarcastic smile appears on Cater’s usually relaxed features.

In response to seeing his upperclassman’s face distorted into such an expression, Deuce whispers, ‘Does Diamond-senpai seem a little frightening to you?’

‘Yeah, like he’s a little…angry?’ Yuuya answers hesitantly, and Ace gives a mischievous laugh.

‘Even Cater-senpai would snap after that ass-kicking we got in the spelldrive match. I’m glad he got some revenge.’

Seeing Ruggie go pale, Lilia narrows his eyes like Cater.

‘Hehe. I heard from Riddle that you had your sights set on us. So I had him put on a little show.’

Riddle nods in acknowledgement.

‘The sheer degree of caution that you exhibited is impressive—we never caught on to the slightest hint of your plan, despite the large number of conspirators. We were unable to intercept your plot but as we knew who your target was, we could arrange for their escape. After being perpetually one step behind, we were at last able to make the first move.’

’S-so, Malleus is…’

‘He is in perfect form, of course!,’ a first-year from Diasomnia answers loudly."

#twstnovel2 #twisted wonderland #twst translations

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stuffyflowers · 1 month ago

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follow up to the bad driving post from yesterday. explanations under cut also feel free to argue with me lol

So basically top left = characters who drive badly but not in a way that will cause a crash, top right = characters who are actually all things considered good at driving, bottom left = characters who should not be behind the wheel ever, bottom right = characters who are good drivers in theory/most of the time, but certain factors can make them become car crash material.

Dalv: In my mind, Dalv is the most cautious and safe driver ever, to the point where he loops back around to being a shit driver. You do not want to get stuck in a lane behind this guy he will not go even CLOSE to the speed limit. He will probably let you through when he has right of way. etc etc. Ig on the bright side he doesnt get into enough situations where a car crash could really occur? yay?

El Bailador: Kind of guy who drives windows down music blaring probably speeding slightly at all times but somehow has never had anything bad happen to him. he is being protected by higher powers because he is sooooooo nice and cool :)

Ace: Ridicules all his friends for being bad drivers then actually gets behind the wheel and he sucks almost as bad. Yk, given how his whole thing in the Wild East is facepalming at the five's antics while arguably being worse than a lot of them in that regard. Why are you encouraging a child to gamble. Why are you tormenting blackjack with mooch. Whats his problem

Edward: Okay I didnt really know where to put Ed.. Hes in a weird situation where,, i think his biggest problem would be finding a car thats actually suited to him. Like how he wants to play the guitar but his hands are too big to actually play any of the ones they have. After that though, I think he'd be pretty good, at least decent! He does have some anger issues to deal with (beat up blembino that one time lol) that could cause problems but hes working on it :)

Moray: Pretty self explanatory. The most normal feisty five member. Probably their designated driver 90% of the time. The only reason theyre not completely top is bc their one weakness is whilst they ARE the voice of reason, they do ultimately go along w the group most of the time even if they feel whats happening is wrong. Maybe picks up on the five's bad habits a bit? Overall still a trustworthy pick for driver i think.

Flowey: Ok.do not take this too seriously..............Ik he doesnt have feet for th pedals but consider. Its funny. He can use his vines trust me (also even if he cant physically drive i feel like he'd have a really good understanding of driving. guy who has read every book is bound to have useless knowledge on topics that arent at all relevant to him. and you cant crash the car if youre not driving i guess!!!!!!!!!! but also. funny.)

Ceroba: Similar case as Ed. Actually good at driving but holy fuck the road rage. I feel she'd be worse at responding to it than him bc she has so little self respect. very "I will kill us both😳" attitude abt tailgating and shit like that. Usually better at keeping it in when shes driving with someone else.

Martlet: Maybe she should be furthest down bc she is the only one to canonically crash a vehicle…, Idk I feel like she’d be sliiiightly better w a car where her focus has to be constantly checked, she cant get distracted while filling in questionnaires with clover if she’s driving. That being said she is still. Yeah.

Mooch: similar to mart. Just cannot see her being a good driver. Sorry girl </3

Starlo: starlo.

Axis: faceplanted right in the center bc hes a wild card to me. Would he have insufferable road rage? Would he actually be pretty chill and responsible? Can he even drive if his foot is a singular wheel? Who knows.

#i didnt feel like doing every notable character but you can tell me to add someone and i will.#just do not ask where I would put chujin I genuinely don’t know.#undertale yellow #ALSO BEFORE ANYONE TELLS ME IK THEY DONT DRIVE UNDERGROUND!!!!THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL!!!!!!!!!

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paradoxcase · 2 months ago

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Someone posted on one of the reddit asexual communities a bit ago saying that they thought they might be ace for XYZ reasons which were completely sensible reasons to think that, but that the idea that they might be ace made them feel sad because they felt like they wouldn't get to experience sex or sexual attraction the way most people did, and was that feeling sad thing an indication that they weren't really ace? And a bunch of us responded that, nah, actually that's a pretty common experience

But it made me wonder, like, is that actually a primarily ace and/or aro experience, because those identities are kind of necessarily about things you don't experience, or do other queer people feel this way, too? Like I've heard of people who start out with negative thoughts about being queer, but it's usually stuff like, I'm afraid I will be the victim of a hate crime, I'm afraid my parents will kick me out of the house, I'm afraid I won't have enough money to transition. I haven't heard as much stuff that's like, I'm sad that I didn't live up to my expectations for being "normal". I don't mean like self-hatred stuff, either, like not stuff like, there's something wrong with me, or I'm broken, or I'm gross, or I'm sinning against god just by existing, but just like, I'm sad, I'm mourning some life experiences that I thought I would have that I probably won't have after all

So, I'm curious what other people's experiences have been. Polls have limited options, so I necessarily had to condense a lot of identities into a few groups, hopefully most people are included here. If you have felt that way about multiple labels, pick whichever one you want. If you have never experienced this, just pick the group you identify most strongly with if you identify with multiple

Please reblog this, because if it only stays on my part of tumblr probably like 90% of responses will be from ace people

#queer #asexual #aromantic #gay #lesbian #bi #pan #trans #nonbinary #polls

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oxymorayuri · 2 months ago

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❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part nine

storys masterlist. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: none ✦ Spoiler: none

wordcount: 3064 Less than usual, but I really wanted to post :x

A/N: The song I listened to over and over again: Arabella - Arctic Monkeys I dunno, but reader, aka revolver just gives me that Arabella vibe just like in the song. I imagine our revolver is a pretty exciting woman.

tagging: @lazyninjatheorist - @sassyyassi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @littleleelee

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: young-street

"Would you explain to me how I'm supposed to become friends with croco guy, please?" He throws his hands up in the air a little frantically. You cross your arms in front of your chest and look boredly at him, while you wait for the elevator.

"My goodness relax sweetie. I already have a plan. Now we just need to change your style." There is a bright clang as the elevator arrives at your floor and the door opens.

"Change my style?!" He raises his eyebrows but you ignore him and get into the elevator, grinning slyly to yourself.

You stand casually next to each other, but Ace still looks at you skeptically. His scrutinizing gaze makes you snort.

"Yeah.. can you remember what I said? I told you; to find out what the bad guys do, you have to think like a bad guy." The depth in your voice makes Ace lean towards you, but you don't budge. In fact, you turn your chest towards him.

"Of course, but what does one have to do with the other?" You take a deep breath and take your eyes off him. Your eyes wander over his collarbone, now that you're standing so close to each other you realize how tall he actually is. You somehow always forget.

Whatever suddenly has gotten into you, maybe it's the sight of his muscular chest, but somehow you feel the need to let out your playful side, and you raise a hand.

You run it along his arm to his shoulder and run your delicate fingers over the collar of his button down shirt. His shirt was a little messy and you wanted to fix it, not just because you wanted to touch Ace but because you wanted to make a point.

"you know Ace…" Your gaze goes sharply upwards and as you had already guessed, Ace had his intense gaze on your eyes.

You ignore the glint in his eyes and the flutter in your stomach, and look at his collar again.

"Sir Crocodile likes people who are like him. Not just in behavior. This guy is as shallow as he is luxurious…" You smooth the fabric on his chest with both palms and 'push' him backwards with slow steps until his back is against the wall. Slowly but surely, it's no longer about smoothing out his shirt.

You also want to have the upper hand, and here in the elevator, he is trapped with you.

Fortunately, Ace also makes it pretty easy for you. He matches your moves and walks all by himself, without even taking his eyes off you.

You grab him by the collar, not caring that you've just straightened it a second ago, and pull him down to you.

You search his eyes. He's not surprised, not nervous. No. He's obviously in a daze. His look tells you straight away that he would bark for you if you wanted him to.

You've never been the dominant one, but you enjoy yourself and love the power. After all, he's just a man and just like all the other guys, you can wrap him around your fingers with your seductive ways.

You're a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Your faces are suddenly so close, he can feel your warm breath on his skin and smell your sweet fragrance. He's so lost in your alluring charm.

You don't care how shamelessly you look at him. You would love to press your lips to his, but the moment just before that, is what will drive him crazy.

The thought and the look on Ace's face make you smirk, because you realize that he has already fallen for you madly.

Ace has already forgotten what you were talking about. He's only interested in what you're going to do to him next. He opens his mouth slightly, he wants to say something, to respond to your brash manner, but he is too captivated by you.

"What do you want to do?" His words are barely a whisper against your lips. Does he mean your plan? You don't think so.

"I want to do so many things Ace..." You tiptoe a little and your lips almost meet. You press your body against his and close the distance, allowing yourself to be this close to him. It's okay to get a little burnt by fire, right?

"But first comes work, then the pleasure…" Your fingers run playfully over the skin on the side of his neck, while Ace soaks up everything you say.

His hands have already found their place on your hips, after all you've jumped right into his arms. You've clearly offered it to him and not taking it would be foolish. His face looks absent but his hands are completely occupied as he moves up and down your waist with massaging movements and pushes your hips into his body.

"You ever heard the saying 'clothes make the man'?" Your grip tightens a little as you maintain eye contact with Ace.

You can practically hear him holding his breath as your hand guides his head towards you. But you move past his lips and put your mouth to his ear. His shallow breath tickles the back of your neck and triggers an exciting feeling inside you.

"I've often wondered how handsome you would look wearing a suit…"

You've already figured out that Ace wouldn't be able to resist, he obviously can't keep it together either. He supports your back and while you whisper so delicately in his ears, he decides to adorn your neck with kisses.

You were a little surprised when you felt his hot kisses on your sensitive skin, but that only increased the fire in you. Your body reacts on its own, making it impossible to fight the rising sensation inside you...

The closeness between you feels so natural as well as familiar. He touches you in all the right places, with just the right amount of pressure, and his teasing bites cause pleased noises to leave your lips.

The way he brings you close, together with the warm and wet lips, feels like a lover from your past life is kissing you. The two of you touch each other, almost as if you've known one another for a lifetime.

Your fingers run through his smooth hair while you hold onto his shoulder with your other hand. You're so close to dropping your panties and returning his kisses.

With your eyes closed, you fight your inner devil and pray that you soon arrive at your floor, or else you'll let him take you right here in the elevator.

Ace obviously seems like he wouldn't mind, he'd probably grab you by the thighs and pull you up. Damn, your thoughts are making it difficult for you...

His hand runs gently over your stomach, up to your breast and massages it, drawing more joyful sounds from your throat.

Redemption arrives as the elevator makes the familiar noise and you pull away from Ace as the door opens. Ace audibly draws in his breath and still seems a little lightheaded.

He misses your warmth immediately on his skin.

You have already left the elevator and Ace is still struggling to collect himself. You giggle at the sight and he shakes his head, stopping the door that was about to close again.

After he stepped next to you, he cleared his throat into his fist.

"What were we talking about again?" - "We were talking about your makeover." You giggle into your hand and then cross your arms behind your back.

"What I was trying to imply earlier was, that you should adapt to Sir Crocodile and his people. You should pretend to have the same interests and dress like a businessman."

You realize that Ace is listening to you but still looks a little absently into the distance, as you walk down the corridor to your room. You watch his body language and your gaze wanders down his side.

Your breath catches for a moment and you have to suppress a smirk as you notice the bulge in his pants.

"Ah okay, sure…" he says, as if he's somewhere else with his thoughts. He's probably imagining the end of your little elevator makeout.

The rest of your evening is rather unspectacular. You were kind of hoping that Ace would make a move on you, but after dinner you just fell asleep while he spooned you. Maybe he's waiting for you to make the first move?

Like fire and flame, you quickly go through the clothing racks in a noble boutique and grab one piece of clothing after the other and throw it on Ace's arm.

He curiously goes through the shirts and pants. The fabric feels expensive and on the inside he is alarmed at how much money you want to spend here. This only tells him again that Whitebeard must have given you an enormous sum.

After you've checked out almost every corner of the store, you let him try on what felt like 10 different outfits. You can't decide, because he just looks good in everything. If guys like housemaid uniforms, then you definitely like guys in suits.

He straightens his collar as he looks in the mirror. Suits aren't so bad, he has to admit but your thoughts are already making plans again. Ace looks over at you through the mirror as you rack your pretty brains.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" With your hand on your chin, you look up at him.

"The bartender yesterday said that Sir Crocodile must have been invited to Doflamingo's party because Doflamingo is a VIP at the Moulin Rouge… which can only mean one thing; Sir Crocodile is the owner of the Moulin Rouge." - "Shouldn't you know that? After all, you're his wife." He grins at you arrogantly and sticks his tongue out at you. Almost offended, you turn your head to the side and don't give him a glance.

"Stop trying to make fun of me. That was just an act." - "I'm not making fun of you. I even believed you myself at one point." He said as he turned back to the mirror, looking at his very fine reflection.

Ace walked up to you and spread his arms out in front of you in a presenting motion.

"What do you say? How do I look?" You bite your lip. Damn fine. But don't tell him.

His signature grin goes surprisingly well with the outfit. How you'd love to shove him into the changing room and rip his clothes off his body. After all, you've been feeling a bit fired up since yesterday.

"Pretty good, but we don't have much time, so let's buy everything and get out of here." Even though you say it rather calmly, Ace didn't miss the look you gave him. A hungry look.

He can't help but smirk to himself. It's so obvious what you're thinking and the fact, that you're trying so hard to hide it, only makes you look even more cute in Ace's eyes. Fool yourself, you'll realize soon enough that you can no longer push your feelings aside. But don't worry, Ace is in no hurry, he'll give you plenty of time to figure it out.

On the promenade, along the harbor, you stroll around with lots of bags in your hands. It's a sunny day, the streets are full and there's something going on on every corner.

Your paths eventually led you past the Moulin Rouge, and an insignificant detail caught your eye.

There was a poster on the wall. You grab Ace by the arm and drag him to the building so you can take a closer look at the poster. While your eyes look at the sheet with a clear vision, Ace looks down at you with a questioning look.

“Don't tell me you want to apply for the job.” His voice carries some doubt but also a hint of 'I know what you're up to'.

The poster is a job opening for female waitresses.

“All right, then I won't tell you anything!” you say somewhat sassily and rip the poster off the wall. It would be better if you reduced the number of applicants, to increase your chances of getting the job and put the poster in your bag.

You ignore Ace's sigh as you straighten your hair and check your appearance in the reflection of the mirrored glass door.

“How do I look?” you ask with a charming smile. Ace is eyeing your body from head to toe before he leans in for a better angle.

He holds his fingers to his chin thoughtfully, examining your face for even the slightest flaw. You roll your eyes while he gets uncomfortably close to your face. Satisfied, the black haired man leans back again and grins broadly.

“Incredibly gorgeous as always!” he says with a happy expression, giving you the thumbs up.

You roll your eyes again, but this time with a little smile. His freckled face sometimes makes you want to jump on him, especially when he looks at you like that... but you don't allow your thoughts to show on the outside and remain calm.

“Wait over there.” You point to a public seating area at the harbor, with a view of the sea, before turning around and entering the Moulin Rouge.

Without Ace really being able to say anything, you have already disappeared and Ace sits down at the said place.

You didn't make any dismissive remarks about his compliment, but you can't call that progress, can you?

Ace wonders what exactly you are up to. He will probably have to wait a little longer until you tell him.

On several occasions, he has noticed that you are a typical lone wolf. Of course, you can make use of Ace, but you are the one who usually finds out everything or dictates how things are done.

You don't give him much say in how things are done, but he does as he is told. So far, everything has been going great and he has no doubt that this will change, but he thinks it's a shame that you do most of the work yourself.

With his arms stretched out on the back of the bench, a smile spreads across his lips. Who would have thought, that he yearns to be needed by you?

You truly are amazing, what guy wouldn't want to be at the side of such exciting woman? He is determined to be as useful to you as possible, even if that means making friends with Crocodile.

“I got the job right away!” Ace is pulled out of his thoughts when your hands suddenly grab his shoulders from behind.

You walk up to him beaming with joy. You are more than pleased that you had such an easy encounter with the hosts of the Moulin Rouge

As soon as you arrived back at the hotel room, there was a knock at the door.

Through the peephole, you can see the figure of the bartender from the other night. You take a deep breath and put on your mask. With a practiced fake smile, you open the door to the woman.

Her message was quite a relief and it seems that her friend, the new accessory of Sir Crocodile, isn't his companion for the event.

You close the door behind you and wait a moment until the woman is gone, then you jump up and down with joy.

Ace, who has just come out of the bathroom, seems a little confused as he rubs his hair dry, but he enjoys your high spirits and grins unknowingly. With your mind so focused on your plans, you don't even notice that Ace is standing in front of you in a towel.

After you have eaten the food, delivered by room service, you get back to work and take out your notebook. You have marked the days on your calendar when you are supposed to work at the Moulin Rouge.

Ace, who is still not finished with his hundreds of dishes, is, as always, immensely interested in your work and leans over so that he can see your pages.

“You're not working for another four days. What are we going to do until then?” It doesn't even bother you that a few crumbs of food fly across the pages while Ace is talking, instead you nonchalantly brush them away with your hand.

“Well… carry on with the other plan, what else?” you raise your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

From Ace's eyes you can tell that he seems to have forgotten what your original plan was. Getting a job at the Moulin Rouge is a nice extra, but you're not exactly keen on facing Sir Crocodile.

You're quite happy that you have Ace. Ace seems to remember and mumbles an incomprehensible 'Ah, yes…'. He has no idea how to talk to Crocodile or what to talk about let alone how to act.

He just hopes it won't be a disaster. Ace is not usually a man who thinks things through in a systematic way… he just goes for it and so far it has always worked.

You close your book with a dull thud and stand up, stretching your back. You crawl tiredly into bed and snuggle under the covers.

With a satisfied moan, you close your eyes. The next few days will be very quiet for you and Ace will probably do most of the work.

Even though you will always be close to him, you secretly make plans to lounge in the sun by the hotel pool, sipping drinks and enjoying your free time, while Ace gets closer to Sir Crocodile at the casino.

With pleasant thoughts of a few days enjoying the hotel's wellness facilities, you fall asleep happily.

I love the part in the elevator and I hate myself a little that it came to an end… but it had to be :x

I hope you enjoyed it ♡

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ryuichirou · 3 months ago

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Flirting hcs

Anonymous asked:

How do you think the twst boys flirt? How do they respond to being flirted with if they notice at all?

Anonymous asked:

How does Chen’ya even act when he’s feeling flirtatious?

Back with more hcs, and another very interesting prompt!

Since Anon2 mentions Che’nya, I thought it was a good reason for me to write about more characters than usual. I hope this is at least fun to read. Thank you for your questions!

PS. Take a shot every time I say the word “teasing”. It’s not my fault: these boys love to tease...

Riddle – he isn’t super aware of it when he is being flirted with, even his own flirting is usually unintentional; he just gets carried away with teasing sometimes (this is going to be a tendency for a lot of these boys...). He doesn’t notice when things get too heated until it’s too late. If someone was to genuinely try to flirt with him, he’d either not notice it or misread it as being made fun of and get angry. This is what happens with him and Floyd a lot...

Ace – just straight-up genuine flirting is too cringe for him these days: imagine being honest about your attraction to someone and always having a risk of being laughed at and rejected? What a cool way to make a fool out of yourself. It’s probably a phase, but for now Ace’s style of flirting is your typical “tugging on your pigtail because I like you”; this is why he teases Deuce all the time. He really likes him, but it’s easier to playfully push him in a puddle than to actually flirt with him. He is good at detecting others flirting with him though, even though that doesn’t usually happen...

Deuce – he is very oblivious... one could flirt with him for years, and he wouldn’t notice. He also isn’t a good flirt at all; he would start overthinking it and fail miserably if he tried to flirt. And then Ace would make fun of him... Deuce is so happy that he doesn’t have to think about these things. Surprisingly though, sometimes the way Deuce talks back to some delinquents really reads as flirting. But he himself doesn’t know about it.

Trey – he will notice when other flirt with him because he’s been dodging advances from others for years. He is very good at making it seem like he doesn’t notice anything, but he is pretty much always aware... When it comes to his own flirting, he isn’t very good at it, so he wouldn’t even want to try. But somehow him being kind of awkward backfires because it makes him even more charming to some people. His most preferred style of flirting is probably to bring someone something freshly baked and tasty to eat (i.e. Vil’s lab coat vignette)

Cater – look at this man and his powerful back: he is carrying the Heartslabyul’s entire flirting career on his shoulders. He flirts a lot, he flirts all the time; we’ve seen him flirt. He isn’t always successful, but this is mostly because of whom he chooses as a target of his flirting: neither Malleus nor Vil would respond to his style of flirting. He is also pretty quick to notice when others flirt with him, but it doesn’t happen very often...

Leona – one would say that his preferred style of flirting is the bravado-style rants that he does, but not really; I think Leona likes messing with others’ heads but also provoke with his comments, just to see if others would react in a way he finds amusing. One might say that he is like a cat playing with a mouse, even if the mouse is actually a hyena... Also, Leona is very quick to notice others flirting with him.

Ruggie – he is surprisingly adaptable and changes his style of flirting depending on who he is with. But he also only flirts to gain something, and these days he doesn’t do it a lot; with Leona he doesn’t even need to flirt, and having anyone other than Leona in that role in his life would be too much. Ruggie also doesn’t always notice that he is being flirted with... he feels like there is always a catch behind others’ sweet words.

Jack – he isn’t much of a flirt and he isn’t very good at noticing that he is being flirted with. It’s not that he is very oblivious, it’s just that romance isn’t on his mind all the time. He would probably try to act somewhat sweet and compliment a person if he tried to flirt, but then would get defensive since he is such a tsundere...

Azul – when it comes to noticing others flirting with him, Azul is even worse than Ruggie in terms of “alright, what do you want?”. Azul doesn’t trust anyone who is complimenting him or making any kind of advances towards him, he just knows that there is something else that they want. Remember how he didn’t let Jamil help him with flying lessons, even though he knew that it was Vargas himself who asked Jamil to help Azul out? It’s even worse when Azul is being flirted with... At the same time, he always tries to outsmart the other person. As always, turning everything into a battle of wits... When it comes to Azul himself flirting, I think the end of ch4 was a pretty good showcase of that; he showered Jamil with compliments and basically started to give him reasons to go out with him and switch dorms lol Flirting with Azul means that there is a certain result that Azul anticipates. Always. He is so annoying god. His flirting is insanely good on paper, but sounds incredibly fake despite him doing everything right.

Jade – this is Ace’s “tugging on your pigtal” all over again, but with a sick twist. In a weird way, I think Jade flirts almost all the time. The way he pokes others, the way he watches their reaction, all of it is pretty much flirting from Jade, lite version. If he finds one target though, he will start spending more time on finding more elaborate ways to mess with them, I mean flirt with them. He is also very good at noticing others flirting with him, but still acts surprised every single time. What a tease. He never responds to other person’s flirting, at least in a way that one would expect him to.

Floyd – he is either chasing someone down the hall just because he loves chasing someone (Riddle...), does something that includes him manhandling someone else’s body, like throwing them in the air and catching them again, squeezing, tickling, chewing, etc (Riddle...), or being surprisingly honest and straightforward about his attraction. He doesn’t get embarrassed at all, if he feels like he likes someone or some specific aspect of someone, he’ll just say it. If he feels like he wants to hang out with someone more, he’ll say it. I think a lot of people around him start thinking that he is kind of sweet when he does that... only for him to switch to his first type of flirting in 3, 2, 1...

Kalim – he is a weird case. He is also pretty straightforward and wouldn’t mind complimenting others or expressing his feelings in a very honest way, but, and I feel like I say it a lot, Kalim does a lot of romantic things as a friendly gesture. It’s difficult even for Jamil to differentiate between Kalim who held his hand for half an hour just for the sake of it and Kalim who did that because he wants to be with him romantically. Surprisingly, I think Kalim consciously might hide his attraction, especially if it’s someone like Jamil because of the fear of getting rejected and getting stopped at the beginning of their ~romance~. These thoughts wouldn’t come to him before, but I think that after ch4 he is more cautious, especially if it’s Jamil – he wouldn’t want to lose either him or their friendship, even if this friendship is a little dishonest now... When it comes to others flirting with Kalim though, he is super oblivious. Like, scarily oblivious sometimes.

Jamil – he knows when others are flirting with him, and he probably looks down on a lot of people who do. He is never interested in flirting back... But even though Jamil himself isn’t much of a flirt, he is very good at it and always knows what the other person wants to hear. I’m just saying, he doesn’t even need to use his unique magic to seduce someone, he is that good at it. He throws just enough hints and is at the same time subtle and straightforward.

Vil – he loves flirting a lot. If the situation allows it and he likes the other person, he could initiate flirting easily; he does it with Trey sometimes, as well as with a lot of other guys, and of course Rook as well. Even when Vil isn’t actively flirting with someone, he throws teasing comments here and there a lot. Vil’s flirting is playful, teasing, a little “biting” because he loves it when men get flustered and a bit defensive over his comments (he basically showered Jade with it). He loves it when they try to “bite back” as well, as long as it’s fun. And of course Vil is always aware about others flirting with him, he just ignores it a lot of times. He only flirts with those who he deems fun enough to do it with.

Rook – here comes another “flirts all the time” type of guy, but this time it’s 100% genuine. He does flirt every time he opens his mouth and loves showering others with compliments, but he also does a lot of physical and sensual things, like touching or leaning towards someone to play with their hair. When it comes to someone he feels deep romantic attraction, he does every romantic thing that could come to his deeply romantic mind: poems, flowers, paintings, little gifts, notes, anything. Rook flirts all the time, but when Rook flirts, it’s hard to miss. Rook loves flirting, and sometimes he spends hours doing nothing but that with Vil, who plays along. Rook is also very good at noticing others flirting with him, and he always acknowledges that one way or another. Even if he doesn’t want to flirt back, he wants the person to feel appreciated to some degree... very... nice of him?

Epel – he has some good potential, but his flirting skills aren’t very polished. He knows how to compliment people and is very good at picking what to comment on to make the other person feel flustered, but his execution isn’t always perfect. But when he gets carried away, he gets so much better and so much brattier it’s insane. He is a bratty flirt... that doesn’t always pick on it when others are flirting with him. I’d say he misses it 85% of the time.

Idia – he just offends people lol this is Ace’s “I don’t want to flirt it’s cringe” thing but much worse. Idia is terrified of trying something just to be rejected, so he doesn’t even entertain the idea of flirting with someone. It would be a disaster, he thinks. Ironically, he is good at expressing his feelings in a very honest way... as long as it’s in a text form. He will notice others flirting with him, but will get so shocked by this that he’ll rationalise it by thinking that this is some kind of “confessing your love to an ugly nerd” thing. It’s not impossible to get him flustered, but god he is as difficult as Azul sometimes.

Ortho – has a potential to become scarily good because of how huge his database is. He knows how good and bad flirting sounds (thanks movies!), the only thing he needs to learn is to how to figure out why one of them works or doesn’t work. This is something that requires a lot of experimentation, but he is up to the task! Beware of Ortho randomly flirting with everyone! He isn’t good at noticing others flirting with him yet, but it’s mostly because he is very rarely being flirted with. Boo..!

Lilia – he loves flirting, but with him it turns aggressive sometimes. Maybe it’s because of his past + because he is very used to Malleus who is a huge smart-ass, but at least it’s fair to say that flirting with brats is his main specialty. He bites and bites back, he teases, even belittles sometimes, but to him it’s all out of desire to flirt. He could be oblivious sometimes, which is surprising, but still, the majority of times he is good at detecting others flirting with him.

Silver – this boy doesn’t flirt... he could compliment someone, he could bring someone a gift or find some other ways to express his feelings, but he never really does it. He is also very oblivious to others flirting with him. Despite Lilia’s wish to make him more sociable, it’s still pretty difficult for Silver to figure out what others wants from him...

Sebek – he always ends up talking about how awesome Malleus is, would that be considered flirting if he is talking about it to someone other than Malleus? Somehow I doubt it... He isn’t good at flirting at all, he is also a huge tsundere, so he either compliments someone in a way that sounds like “not bad for a pathetic worm” or tries to compliment someone sneakily, without saying a word, by showing them his appreciation instead. Which is sweet, but also super rare. Sebek also would get angry at others flirting with him: he doesn’t get it and doesn’t know what others want from him. This sick boy...

Malleus – he is at the same time mysterious and straightforward. He loves confusing the person he’s into a little bit, loves putting them in uncomfortable situations and playfully scaring them (i.e. when he does his “do you even know who you are talking to?” thing with a wide smile). I guess similarly to Vil, but less subtle than him. He does it Sebek, but also Lilia, even though it’s very difficult with someone who knows him as well as Lilia does. Still, when he gets Lilia to sweat a bit over something, he is super pleased. Also yes, Malleus is aware when he is being flirted with, and he is usually either amused and enables it, or gets super annoyed instantly.

Che’nya – I think he is one of the boys who flirt all the time with everyone around them. You guessed it: he teases, especially when he appears and disappears randomly, tickles and gently blows air in someone else’s ears. Che’nya’s style of flirting is very physical, sometimes almost Bugs Bunny comedy style physical. If Che’nya likes someone, his head will pop out of thin air to smooch the person and then immediately disappear again. He’s done it to Riddle a bunch of times...

Neige – remember when I said that Trey is bad at flirting but it’s somehow good? Neige is this x100 but also super wholesome. He’ll try to call someone beautiful, and then get awkward and apologise, and the person will instantly want to marry him. Well, anyone other than Vil. Neige is also super oblivious to others flirting with him.

Rollo – lord have mercy on him.

Fellow – he is very adaptable and could change the way he flirts depending on what the other person is into; but he spends so much time flirting with powerful men, so the majority of time Fellow compliments people for what he feels they are proud of, acts kind of submissive, sneakily touches someone’s arm to hint at being interested physically as well. He is a very good flirt, and of course he knows when others flirt with him.

Gidel – very inappropriate gestures and winks. No one would consider it flirting. No one would be comfortable with considering it flirting...

Crewel – carrot + stick style of flirting. His inner dom is always awake, and his inner tamer is always working harder than anyone. He comments on people’s weak spots, and then either keeps teasing them or compliments them based on their reaction. I feel like his boys always feel like they’re being watched and evaluated from every angle, and somehow become very eager to please him. This style of flirting is surprisingly successful for Crewel, but maybe it’s due to his charisma and looks... He also always knows when others are trying to flirt with him; he’s always been good at noticing others being into him in general. A dangerous scary man.

Trein – I know, it’s hard to picture that, but even Trein could be a flirt sometimes. He isn’t very daring or scandalous, I would say he is very sneaky and would just make slightly teasing (one last time...!!) comments here and there, but to Crewel it’s pretty obvious that this is his style of teasing. Trein also notices when others flirt with him, but pretends not to see it.

#replies #headcanons

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zaimta · 2 years ago

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Hiii! Are your requests open? I’ve been reading your OP stories and I loooove them!

So I was wondering if I can request a story where Ace and zoro are both interested in you, like hella interested and causes a lot of tension ? You can choose how it ends and who reader ends up with lol.

zai broadcasts - pre time skip zoro gotta love him man this idea was a serve anon, im gonna split this into 2 parts bc i actually love both of them and i can’t pick one and i have ideas for both that i wanna use so stay tuned for em!!

˗ˏˋzoro ver. ˗ˏˋace ver.

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

“nice to meet you everyone i’m ace, and thank you for taking care of my kid brother by the way i know he can be a bit much.”

“oh no he is the near death situations we’ve been in is insane…and you just got on the grand line??”

ace laughed at your snarkiness “that is true he has a tendency to not think!”

nami shrugged her shoulders “well if we’re being honest here i don’t get paid enough to die every five minutes.”

“agreed.” the remaining stawhats spoke in unison slightly annoying their captain.

“hey i’m an excellent captain thank you very much!”

after the reunion between brothers ace revealed he was looking for a man named blackbeard and since their paths collided he decided to travel along with luffy and his crew.

“so are you gonna stop staring at him or go talk to him?” nami nudged you with a grin becoming aware of your little crush on ace.

you nudged her back with burning cheeks “shut up! it’s not like that nami.”

she rolled her eyes and mimicked your voice while fluttering her eyelashes “oh ace you’re so handsome! oh ace you’re hotter than your devil fruit! oh ace the things i’d let you do to me-”

“nami!” you shouted in embarrassment your face growing warm at her horrible impressions and the fact that he might’ve heard.

“the logical thing here would be to just talk to him! it’s not everyday you see a catch like him on the grandline y/n.”

“yeah…” you sighed looking over to where the green haired swordsman was leaned the mast he was napping as per usual, but the way the sun hit his skin just right. you couldn’t help but to stare, accidentally zoning nami out in the process only hearing her again when he gently nudges you for your attention.

“oohhh zoro too huh” she smirked at you but then sighed “personally im team ace im pretty sure he can pay his debts on time…”

“oh speak of the devil here he comes~” nami’s eyes followed ace as he walked along the deck of the merry, she noticed how his eyes lit up once he spotted you and she smirked to herself.

you turned around making eye contact with ace and turned around immediately, which caused nami to laugh at you being to nervous. “ready or not here he comes” she giggled.

“hey y/n, how are you doing”

nami giggled “oh? so excited to see them you forgot all about me?” ace attempted to respond but nami cuts him off speaking with a devilish grin directed towards you “up bup up! i’ll leave you two love birds to talk okay?” she ways goodbye to the two of you and walks into the kitchen of the merry.

ace sighs and sits next to you on the deck, his shoulder softly brushing against yours “so what was that all about?” he chuckles while pointing in nami’s direction. you roll your eyes with a slight smile on your face “that’s just how nami is, y’a know sweet dependable, insufferable nami…so” you look him in the eyes “what’s life like for you on the seas mr. ‘fire fist’” ace smiles at you “oh you know sailing, meeting amazing people, can’t forget running from the navy.”

you chuckle a bit “you don’t say?”

he chuckles “yup, the best part has been meeting amazing people like you” he takes his hat off and places it on your head with a grin “you’re quite the catch y/n.”

from the kitchen sanji watched the two of you on the deck, and suddenly gasped loudly which got the attention of nami and zoro “that bastard?! taking my y/n like that?!?” he shouts angrily. nami raises a brow “what now?” sanji points at the window with tears welling up in his eyes “everyone knows that if a cowboy puts their hat on someone, they’re claiming that person, that bastard just claimed y/n!” he speaks through sobs “nami-swan hold meeeee” me leapt into her arm’s crying into her shirt so she had no choice but to comfort the cook “there there” nami rolls her eyes while patting his back lightly.

“so what you’re saying his y/n is his now?” zoro said suddenly grabbing the attention of nami and the weeping cook, nami smirks at the swordsman “what do you have a crush on y/n or something? y/n looks cozy with ace don’t you think, are you sure you can’t even make a dent in that?”

zoro sucks his teeth “what’s that supposed to mean?” nami’s smirk grew wider and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes “im saying that y/n seems pretty into ace, unless you’re into y/n and you want to change that.” zoro snaps at the ship’s navigator in frustration “of course i want to change that!”

zoro’s eyes grow wide at what he said and a brush quickly creeps up his neck and spreads across his face “i mean-”

sanji looks at zoro in shock while nami has a grin on her face, she points towards the deck where the two of you are sitting “so how about you go do something about it, swordsman.”

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #ace x you #ace x y/n #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d ace x you #portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece fluff #zoro fluff #ace fluff

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yaniiiiism · 18 days ago

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just fine. ⟡ ꒰ h.hj ? l.mh // chapter vii ꒱

chapter vii. if you haven't, be sure to read the previous chapters before reading this >> index ! ⏮ prev. // next ⏭

♪┆pairing : hwang hyunjin / lee minho x fem!reader ͏ ♪┆ info : sadfic , a LOT of angst , melancholy , drama , feelings , mature themes , suggestive , bsfs , one sided. ͏ ♪┆ personas: uni students ; dancers ; bsf hyunjin does art and dance, bsf reader does dance and songwriting, minho dances.͏͏ ♪┆ word count : 1.7k ♪┆warnings : hyune's a bit of an ass in the fic.. + sad?

may not be best friends -> lovers !

“That– is so pretty, hyune!”

The girl exclaimed, her voice sweet but laced with a touch of something overly saccharine.

She twirled a strand of her sleek brown hair between her fingers, leaning in just a little too close to the oblivious guy. Her eyes sparkled with some admiration as she gazed at the canvas, glistening in the muted sunlight, the fresh scent of paints, that mixed with the subtle aroma of cooked spices, that lingered in the air like a hidden adlib.

Hyunjin, completely oblivious to the subtle tension in the room, smiled shyly, his ears turning pink at the compliment by Seori. “Y-you like it?”

“Loving it would be called an understatement.”

He stood, shy and dumbfounded, the corners of his pink lips curving into a familiar smile, eyes twinkling at her words.

“Thanks, I guess,” he murmured, trying to focus on the fine brush strokes as he worked, trying his best to avoid the fact that his ears were definitely burning. “I.. was tryna do something different from my other paintings.”

Meanwhile, the three other guys in the room, exchanged knowing looks, not even trying to hide the disgust on their gagging faces.

The other girl who sat among them, on one of the desks, averted her gaze, staring out the window beside her. The soft rays of sunlight filtering through the trees outside the art studio seemed far more peaceful than the scene in front of her.

She breathed deeply, attempting to let the outside world soothe the irritation bubbling inside her, not that it’d work though, but oh well.

"Hey," he called over, voice breaking through the girl’s thoughts. “Swap lunches, please? I’m tired of my sandwich."

She raised an eyebrow, “I’ve got veggies and seasoned tofu topped with cilantro today.. I don’t think you’d want that, Min.” She laughed softly, to which his eyes softened immediately.

He scrunched his nose in mock disgust. “Alright, never mind then. I guess I’ll survive.”

The blonde, seated beside her, chuckled softly at them while munching on a kimbap, now. "I’ve got two extra kimbaps, if you’d like that, hyung.” The sunshine beamed a wide smile, the elder’s hand immediately ruffling his hair, taking a kimbap out of the guy’s lunchbox.

Jisung, who had been trying (and failing) to concentrate on his painting near them, piped up with a grin, “I’ve got extra dumplings if you guys want to trade. Best deal in the room, hands down."

He turned slightly, eyes flicking over to the usual bunch of his friends, expectantly, that sat on the desk, their lunches half eaten. “Well?” he asked, seeking their approval. “What do you guys think of the painting?”

“Is that a magnolia?” The blonde asked, taking a bite of his apple, and earning a nod from the artist. “It’s really nice, I think you mixed the colours well,”

Minho, who hadn’t even bothered to glance at the canvas, responded with a dry tone, “Looks great, Hyunjin. Really unique.” There was a slight edge to his voice, though only the two sitting behind him noticed.

They shot Minho a look, silently questioning his tone to which he only shrugged and rolled his eyes.

Jisung, the guy who had seemed to ace every talent except for painting, was still distracted by his own work, chimed in without turning around. “Yeah, yeah, it's cool or whatever. But have you seen my masterpiece over here?” He gestured dramatically to the chaotic mess of colours on his canvas, drawing a soft laugh from everyone.

Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head at his antics. “Yeah, I see it. Definitely something.”

Seori, still lingering close to Hyunjin, giggled. "Oh, Jisung, you're such a goof."

Jisung rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Not sure that’s a compliment, but okay."

Y/n shot a quick glance at Seori before fixing her gaze back on the window. The soft hum of chatter around her, the playful back-and-forth between her friends – it was all supposed to feel normal.

But with Seori there, it didn’t. Not today.

Her gaze wandered between the branches swaying outside and the strained conversation inside the art studio. She tried to let the sunshine warm her cold mood, but it was hard to ignore the girl’s sugary sweet tone and his bashful smile.

Seori continued her string of compliments, her voice ringing out like an irritating bell. "You know, Hyune, you could totally sell this for like, a fortune. I mean, it’s so professional."

The artist chuckled nervously. "Nah, I'm just messing around. But thanks, I appreciate it."

But Y/n forced herself not to roll her eyes. Instead, she stabbed at a piece of tofu in her lunchbox, pushing it around.

Minho, sensing her discomfort, shifted on the desk in front of her. He leaned back slightly, his eyes softening as he glanced at her, before focusing on the chaotic mess Jisung was calling a painting.

“Y/n, wanna take a break? You look like you’re about to strangle your tofu..” Minho’s voice rang out.

Jisung, always the group's joker, stood up suddenly, waving his paintbrush dramatically in the air. “Forget all of you! I declare my masterpiece the real winner here!” He pointed at his canvas, which looked more like a confused storm of random colours. “This? This is art.”

Felix choked on his kimbap, laughing. “I don’t even know what I’m looking at, Ji.”

Hyunjin, though still shy from all the compliments, couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, Jisung, I think it’s… an acquired taste.”

Seori's laugh followed, more high-pitched than before. “You're such a character, Jisung.”

Jisung didn’t miss a beat. “Character? Honey, I’m the whole damn show.”

The group burst into laughter, except for Y/n, who smiled half-heartedly, her attention flicking between Hyunjin and Seori. She could feel the weight of Minho’s eyes on her, his subtle concern mixing with irritation directed at Hyunjin, who remained oblivious to how his best friend was feeling.

Minho sighed under his breath and leaned back on his hands. “We should clean up soon, class is starting in like ten minutes.”

–

The rest of the classes went by pretty quick, much to Y/n’s relief.

She stepped out of the university premises, the late afternoon sun bathed the campus in a warm glow. She walked with her shoulders slightly hunched, her black hair swaying gently in the breeze.

One of her airpods hung loosely in her right ear, the faint sound of her favourite playlist barely audible against the soft rustle of leaves and distant chatter of students.

Her gaze drifted aimlessly, unfocused on the bustling crowd around her, lost in a whirl of thoughts that clouded her mind. A gentle wind brushed against her skin, carrying with it the scent of autumn—the crispness in the air mingling with the earthy aroma of fallen leaves.

Despite the pleasant surroundings, a subtle heaviness lingered in her chest, pulling at her heartstrings as she navigated through the throngs of students.

Thoughts about the week, and of course, today’s interrupted lunch.

A few steps behind, the crisp afternoon breeze greeted the group of five, their laughter blending with the other sounds. Felix stretched his arms above his head, his silver hair catching the golden light of the sun. "Man, today felt longer than usual," he groaned, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"Tell me about it," Jisung muttered, adjusting his glasses as he shoved his sketchbook into his backpack. "I could barely stay awake in class."

“You literally sleep through half the classes every day–”

“Right, that’s not even a rare occurrence!”

As the convo flew back and forth, a certain raven hair nudged Minho, “Hyung,” He asks, trying to pull him back into the conversation. “You’re quiet today. What's up with you?”

The guy in question had been silent for most of their walk, lost in thought. His gaze distracted, trailing off ahead of them where the familiar feminine figure had disappeared down the path, a few moments back.

He barely registered the noise around him, too absorbed in whatever was stirring inside him. When he was poked at his side, he blinked, almost startled, and muttered under his breath, "I’ll be back."

“Hyung, what about—” Jisung’s voice cut into his thoughts, but Minho barely registered it. His focus was still ahead, on her, as he walked past.

“Well there goes the arcade date.” Jisung mumbled and pouted, eyes blinking in surprise, his words earning a questioning and judgemental look from the two beside him.

Felix shook his head slightly, his blonde hair glinting in the sunlight. “Where’s he going?” he asked, blinking as he tracked Minho’s hurried steps, a faint crease forming between his brows.

Hyunjin shrugged, a careless lift of his shoulders, though his eyes followed the guy’s retreating figure. “Dunno,” he said, voice casual but laced with mild curiosity. “He’s been... weird recently.”

Changbin, sensing the shift in mood, fell into step beside them, glancing between the two. He could sense the rising tension in the air, though he wasn’t sure if the raven hair noticed it yet—or if he ever would.

“He’s probably going to Y/n,” He said, keeping his voice neutral, though the words lingered heavier than he intended. “She’s walking a bit further ahead, so... maybe he just wanted to catch up with her.”

Hyunjin nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Makes sense,” he replied, though his tone lacked any real depth, like he was distracted by something else entirely. “They’ve been.. hanging out a lot recently, haven’t they?”

The blonde shot him a glance, something flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t say much, just nodded. “Yeah, maybe.. he’s worried about her. She hasn’t seemed like herself lately.”

There was a brief pause, as if the words had struck a chord somewhere, but no one outright acknowledged it.

Hyunjin shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his long hair, his gaze lingering on the spot where Y/n– and Minho, had disappeared.

“She’s probably just stressed,” He offered, sounding a bit unsure, but brushing it off nonetheless. “Classes have been brutal, you know?”

“Yeah, sure.” One of the others mumbled, turning their attention back to their previous conversation.

Jisung, who had remained quiet after his initial comment, finally spoke up again, his voice a little softer. “Well– now that the minsung date is cancelled– no, rescheduled,” He cleared his throat,

“Arcade, anybody?”

a/n. ୨ৎ

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year ago

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SSR Ace Trappola - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Ace: Huuuh, so this museum's been open for 100 years, huh. It's got some pretty cool exhibits.

Ace: Tryin' to appreciate art just seems boring, and I totally thought bein' a supporter was not my bag, but I might be able to enjoy myself here after all.

Ace: ―Ooh, found me the painting of some card soldiers! Look at 'em, all cool the way they're standing at attention like that.

???: Mhm, their perfectly aligned call to attention is quite the spectacle.

Ace: Ah, hey, Lilia-senpai. You must have great taste to see the true quality of this painting here! Haha.

Ace: If the rank and file are in disarray, then it doesn't look good at all. They gotta be in perfect formation, especially when marching.

Lilia: That's correct. So, you understand what it means to march as they do… Not bad, kid.

Ace: Not that much. I mean, back in my dorm, we just have certain days that all the students are required to march in formation.

Lilia: Kufufu, I heard that practice for that begins as soon as you enter. I've heard many a classmate complaining about it here and there.

Ace: Yeaaaaah, I can see why they'd want to complain. It's not just the Housewarden; even our usually nice upperclassmen come down on us hard during the training.

Ace: The first time I had to march after joining the dorm was the worst. We definitely looked nothing like the card soldiers in this art piece.

Ace: When we looked at the video that Cater-senpai took for us, we could see that the first years' walking was ALL OVER THE PLACE.

Ace: Every one of 'em couldn't get their arms and legs up and moving properly, and they were all looking down. It was sooo lame. I couldn't even laugh at how bad it was.

Ace: By the by, I got praised pretty much right out the gate ♪ They all said that my spirit fully embodied the heart suit card soldiers.

Ace: It's easy for me to just copy what I see the upperclassmen are doing, or what the video's showing. I don't get why all the rest of them were havin' a bad time.

Lilia: OHO～～～?

Ace: Eh? What's with that grin? You're kinda giving me the creeps all of a sudden.

Lilia: How rude of you to call someone as cute as me creepy! But aren't you actually quite the diligent one.

Ace: DILIGENT!? I don't think that word suits me at all!?

Lilia: Not only did you follow the examples set by your upperclassmen, you also watched went further and watched the videos and practiced on your own… I'm seeing you in a whole new light, Ace.

Ace: Ahh, c'mon. Stop patting my head like that. It's not like I was trying to study for it or anything.

Ace: It woulda been a pain and pretty lame if I had to stay behind to practice. That's why I just wanted to get it done ASAP. That's all!

Lilia: It's nothing worth getting all worked up to deny.

Lilia: I think it's rather commendable that you put in the extra effort in order to seek what you think is "cool."

Ace: I'm not getting worked up…! Wait, I got a feeling that if I keep responding, he'll just keep stringing me along to tease me.

Ace: Uh, I'm gonna go to check out the cool-lookin' painting over there!

Lilia: Hey now, don't leave me behind. Kufufu, this must be that adolescence I've heard much about.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Lilia: Let me see, what cool painting were you talking about… Oho, it's of the King of Beasts. He looks oh so dignified, I can't help but find it charming.

Ace: Aaand he followed me… But yeah, I definitely agree that's he's pretty dignified.

Lilia: There are many legends swirling around the King of Beasts. Just from looking at this painting, I can't think of which scene they're trying to depict here.

Ace: Uhhh, based on this info they got plastered next to it…

Ace: Looks like… Oh, it's where he was talking about his vision for the country's future with his hyena retainers.

Ace: I actually really like the story of how the King of Beasts would always trust in his hyenas.

Ace: Oh yeah, and that one where he performed songs for his people!

Lilia: Mhm, that's a good one. He is a sophisticated king indeed to utilize singing to vow to improve his country.

Ace: Riiiiight～? Totally get why the hyenas were so excited that they were singing and dancing all through the night.

Ace: The King of Beasts looks pretty unapproachable from just a glance, but he must have had a ton of charisma.

Lilia: Well, he did have the power to move his people's hearts through song. If he had his due, perhaps he would have been able to sway the whole world with his song.

Ace: Totally. If I had lived during the same era, I would have loved to go and karaoke with him.

Lilia: Speaking of karaoke… I heard you and Sebek went for that.

Ace: Ah, did you hear that from Sebek? We went with Deuce and the two from Ramshackle…

Ace: Jack and Epel also tagged along. But maan, it was pretty insane.

Ace: So many of them were new to it, so I had to teach them everything, from how to choose a new song, to ordering food. You'd think they'd have common sense to figure out, but c'mon.

Ace: We literally couldn't sing a single song for the first 30 min or so, I was like, what did we even come here for!?

Lilia: Kufufu, now, now, you can't say that. I'm sure there's things you're not familiar with, too.

Ace: But c'mon～ …Well, I guess it was kinda fun to have a small competition using the karaoke's scoring system.

Lilia: So, you had a karaoke competition! I would love to tag along next time. So, who won?

Ace: Well, that's obvious… IT WAS YA BOY ACE-KUN HERE!

Ace: When I hit 100 points, everyone was lookin' up at me like idiots, all like, "you gotta be kidding!"

Ace: As a bit of a handicap, I chose of the recent viral songs and did the dance that went along with it, too～

Lilia: Oho, that's amazing that you can sing while moving your body without missing a beat.

Ace: I mean, unlike those guys, back in middle school I would go karaoke a lot.

Ace: And all those guys kept shouting that they'd practice singing so they could sing next time, but y'know…

Ace: There's actually a trick to getting the high score on that machine's scoring function. It's not enough to just be a good singer.

Ace: At this rate, I think I'll be taking home the win next time too ♪

Lilia: Kufufu, looks like even the ones who don't get to spend that much time together with you all had some fun, eh?

Ace: Well, I guess it wasn't too bad.

Ace: They'd choose stuff like old songs that were popular during my parent's heyday, or minor folk songs…

Ace: It was kinda neat that I heard a ton of songs that I normally wouldn't listen to. It was completely different to how it'd be if I was with my friends back home.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Ace: This painting is of those eels that served the Sea Witch…

Lilia: Mhm. It's said that whenever they found merfolk in distress, they would encourage them to seek the guidance of the benevolent Sea Witch.

Ace: Huuh, they look kinda scary, but… Guess you can't judge a book by its cover.

Lilia: Speaking of… Ace, I heard you went a little viral on Magicam the other day.

Ace: Geh! So, you saw that post too…

Lilia: Kufufu, I took it all in.

Lilia: "This scary-looking young man in a flashy shirt was kind to a kid in this burger shop," it said.

Lilia: You did a good thing, Mister "Scary-Looking Young Man in a Flashy Shirt."

Ace: C'mon, can you not tease me!?

Ace: The comments section was going wild with stuff like, "I love that personality gap～" and "The scarier the person looks, the softer their heart is."

Ace: I definitely don't like people just deciding that I'm scary just from how I look, or just assuming that I'm nice.

Ace: More like, I think it was 'cause I was with all my basketball teammates that I ended up looking scary too.

Ace: And 'sides, that patterned shirt I was wearing wasn't even something I'd pick out on my own.

Ace: Floyd-senpai made me buy it sometime back, so I thought it'd be bad if I didn't wear it, that's all…

Lilia: Hm, guess it was a mistake of them to comment on your appearance, then. But it was true that you were nice to the kid, right?

Ace: Nope. I just was throwing something I didn't want at 'em!

Lilia: You gave them something you didn't want…? So how does that turn into being "kind" to the kind?

Ace: So, when my clubmates and me went to the burger shop down in town, we got a free card with our orders.

Ace: Something about how they were doing a collaboration campaign with a movie that was recently released.

Ace: I at least knew what the movie was, so I opened it up, but just as I was thinking to myself that I didn't really need a card, or anything…

Ace: This kid who was nearby just randomly started crying. Apparently they wanted a hero card, not a villain card.

Ace: That's why I just gave him the card I had. It just happened to be the one he wanted.

Ace: I was able to get rid of something I didn't want, and I didn't have to listen to the sound of crying in the background. Win-win, right?

Lilia: Well, when you explain it like that, it definitely no longer feels like a heartwarming story.

Ace: Riiight? But then all the folks on Magicam had to go and try to treat me like a nice guy. Everyone's been teasing me about that too…

Ace: In the end, even the Headmage got wind of the video and just wouldn't stop praising me, saying "This is a fantastic thing you've done!"

Ace: Maan, preconception can be a crazy thing. I bet if I was wearing my school uniform, it definitely wouldn't have taken off.

Ace: They say that it's not all about appearance, but I guess that first impression you get is still important.

Lilia: Kufufu, I bet if the parents of that child were to hear your true feelings about it, they'd be shocked.

Lilia: Well then, I think I'll go on to check out the other exhibits. Bye then, Ace.

Ace: Whew, Lilia-senpai just couldn't stop teasing, huh. Wellll, what should I go and look at next…? Hm?

Ace: Woah, it's a painting of a walrus and the oysters. Lookin' at it here, the walrus really looks like a proper gentleman.

Ace: I bet those oysters were also tricked by how the walrus looked. Can't help but feel sorry for them… Heh.

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If you were to be roommates with any of the NRC boys, who would you wanna be roommates with? Who would you not want to be roommates with?

Ooh, what a fun prompt 😂 I’ll split them into categories and then comment on my reasoning for them! (I’m responding for myself, not for my OC by the same name confusing, I know)

Side note: I know this question was limited only to the NRC boys but for funsies I’m going to comment on Neige, the Dwarves, Chenya, and Rollo who are also students 😂 just at different schools… Let me have this—

Absolutely NOT

♥️ — I would drop kick this kid the moment he starts to mouth off to me 😤 I also don’t trust him to not pollute our shared spaces with Axe body spray. Ace is basic enough to do that.

🦈 — Not a fan of people who flake on me or act fickle. It would be a massive inconvenience if Floyd promised to do something (for example, cleaning or making dinner for us roomies) but didn’t because he suddenly “didn’t feel like it”. I’d be forced to pick up after him or to change my schedule to accommodate, and that can very easily annoy me. Plus, if his own room in the game is of any indication, he doesn’t seem very tidy… @.@

🏹 — Too extroverted. I don’t want to be greeted with his dumb ol’ smiling face or French/j when I come home every day. I’d also live in fear of him watching me sleep at night or him just reciting details about me that he shouldn’t reasonably know (clothing sizes, what I did while I was out, etc.)

👑 — Look, I don’t want to deal with paparazzi or crazy fans following Vil home or something. That’s too much stress for me to take. On top of that, there’s nothing stopping an idiot reporter from printing shady gossip about Vil’s roomie being his secret lover… which could, in turn, attract hate from his followers. Please let me just live without worrying about this.

🦇 — MAN LIVES LIKE A HOARDER 😭 There are other characters with messy rooms, but Lilia literally has tons of miscellaneous stuff everywhere... Living with him also means I have to do the bulk of the cooking or risk playing gacha with my life when Lilia's allowed to be in the kitchen. Not only that, but I'd likely be spooked by him dropping on in at random times of the day--I don't think my heart could take it. Too much trouble for me to deal with on a daily basis.

***Bonus: Neige*** — Same reasoning as Vil. I’m sure he’d be cute and peppy + help out with the chores a la Snow White, but I still don’t want to deal with the stress of living with a celebrity and having to deal with potentially super parasocial fans coming at me just for the association.

***Bonus: The Dwarves*** — … I’m not running a daycare here 🤡

I’ll tolerate them

♦️ — Cater avoids being on my shit list as long as he doesn’t start begging me to be in his selfies and twisted Tiktoks or to do internet challenges with him. I’ll tolerate him if he gives me free food he got for pics but doesn’t feel like eating because it’s not to his tastes.

🦁 — Judging from how Leona has Ruggie doing a lot of his housework 💦 I feel like I'd also have to do the bulk of the housework to make up for what Leona doesn't do... Aside from that, I think I could tolerate his personality pretty alright??? I can force him to play tabletop games with me :v and get free veggies off of his plate... (He can have my extra meat, too much protein makes me feel sick.)

☀️ — With his kind of wealth, I don’t need to worry about Kalim paying his share of the rent and for shared items (in fact, he’ll probably just buy everything for us both) 😭 but I wouldn’t like Kalim always inviting a shit ton of people over to party… Another major con is that he probably needs to be taken care of since Jamil or other servants usually fulfill his every need, and I’m NOT about that. Him paying for everything somewhat balances out these grievances, but I have pride to maintain and I don’t want to 100% live off of someone else’s money.

🍎 — Nothing overtly offensive about Epel immediately comes to mind, but if this is pre-book 5 Epel then I don’t want to deal with his toxic masculinity. I could leech free apple products off of whatever his family sends.

💀 — I just KNOW this nerd would be up gaming late until like 3 am and loudly raging as he does it, but I'm a pretty heavy sleeper so I think I could put up with it (not that I want to, only if I have to). Idia wouldn’t be that much of a bother to me during the daytime (he probably just holes up in his room anyway)... And hey, free gaming partner, tech consultant, and someone to watch anime with (and then we can argue about who the best character is).

⚡️— Sebek is punctual and loud, so he's useful to have as an alarm clock (I have a tendency to sleep in). He can do laundry, move heavy furniture, and (most importantly to me) brew tea, all things which contribute to the household. But I swear, I SWEAR, if he opens his mouth to tell me why I should like Malleus, I'm going to move out ASAP.

***Bonus: Chenya*** — Chenya definitely feels like the kind of roomie that eats the food you left in the fridge and then claims he has no idea where it went (while there are incriminating crumbs around his mouth). His UM also has potential to make me feel uneasy in the same space (like… he could be anywhere x.x). The only reason I’ll tolerate rooming with Chenya is because he’s a cute cat boy.

Acceptable

🌹 — Riddle’s just... okay. I can see myself getting irritated whenever he's being a stickler about certain rules being followed or things having to be done a certain way (since I hate being told what to do). Then again, I'm also a stickler for certain things (like no outdoor shoes inside the house; always wear house slippers instead). If we can compromise and avoid shouting (assuming this is post-book 1 Riddle), that would be great. If it’s book 1 Riddle… yeah, I’m tiptoeing around him and/or he gets lowered into “Absolutely NOT”.

♠️ — Nothing that notable about Deuce or how he lives, he’s just not a very strong contender for what I’d like in a roommate. Phone calls to his mom aren't so long or so frequent that they'd be an annoyance.

🐙 — Pro: Azul does all the math for us when it comes to the bills. Saves me a lot of hassle. Con: he’ll ask for compensation for every little thing he does. It balances out, I guess.

🐬 — As much as I'd love to have a live-in butler, I don't trust Jade for one second to not be plotting something behind my back. Sure, he's polite and does all the usual malewife things, but I never know when this man has slipped a new breed of mushrooms into dinner to test the effects of its consumption on me (BRO DID THIS DURING MASTERCHEF AND I'LL NEVER LIVE THAT DOWN). Jade also seems like the type of roomie to smile to your face but shit talk you when you're not around 🤡 It's fine, I'm a masochist so I'll let it happen/j

🐉 — I mean. He's acceptable as a roommate, but Malleus feels like the kind of person you rarely even see in the apartment??? And whenever he does show up, you're shocked that you've spotted him. That means I'd basically have the place to myself for most of the time, which is great for an introvert like me.

Omg pls

🐆 — Ruggie’s got tons of experience looking after Leona, I’m sure those skills will transfer over nicely to rooming with me. I guess my only concern here would be fighting with Ruggie over small savings (like maybe a spare coin or the last of the leftovers), because we’re both frugal and want to hoard whatever he can get our grubby little paws on.

🐺 — Jack keeps to himself and wouldn’t bother me 😌 Good boy!!

💤 — He’s quiet when he’s awake and/or half asleep (and honestly, what a mood). Silver would be such a peaceful roomie… plus, all his woodland creature friends basically provide free animal therapy. Since Lilia often left Silver home alone while he embarked on worldly travels, Silver’s already got experience in homemaking and a willingness to pitch in.

🐱 — Grim is this high up only because he is cat-shaped and therefore he is basically a Real Cat. He is my pet now. I will feed him and bathe him and take good care of him. If he shreds the furniture or sets it on fire though, he’s being put in time out.

***Bonus: Rollo*** — Listen, think of the entertainment value of this 😳 Rollo would be that roommate that looks very collected and unassuming, but every so often goes on these outrageous rants once his anger is stockpiled and he can’t contain it anymore. I’d sit there listening to him go off about how magic is evil, how we’d all be happier without it, etc. And like… while I don’t necessarily agree with his rhetoric, the complete character shift to being unfiltered and unhinged is just so fascinating to observe. (… Oh yeah, and Rollo would be pretty good at cleaning since NBC students as fastidious about that kind of thing.)

You’re my new best friend

♣️ — If you give me free food then I will love you forever and ever. Trey gives free food. Therefore, I suddenly love Trey. Jokes aside though, I do see him as someone who has his shit together and wouldn’t stir the pot. He’d do his fair share of chores (including the cooking) and doesn’t have an abrasive personality that would make it difficult to be around him. Bonus, I can ask him for free dental hygiene advice and we can geek out about teeth together.

🐍 — Jamil has a similar domestic skillset as Jade, but the difference is that Jamil doesn’t go out of his way to deliberately cause problems or to enable others to act out. If I let him do his own thing and don’t get on his bad side, I think Jamil would be respectful to me as well. I’ll be happy to eat any of his delicious cooking 🤤 and in return, I’ll be his bug slayer—it’s a good deal!!

🤖 — It’s like having all of the household tools you need in one, plus a security system and a new little bestie 😌 I’d trust Ortho with my life 💕 We also save on the food and water bill since he doesn’t need those things to function, just electricity every so often to charge!

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