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kawia-renka · 3 years ago

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You are now one of my fav writing blogs. Can I request All Doki girls with a Tsundere reader hcs who is rather protective, affectionate, and is Athletic maybe they reads books about fashion and nature. 8/10 in PDA!

Every time the reader trying to be sweet or romantic by giving them gifts like flowers, Chocolates, or anything they like but reader being a Tsundere and all will be like “I only have extra money and I don’t know what to do with it, it’s not like I’m giving you these/this <insert gift> because I like you or something…..” *looks away with a flushed face*

+Bonus( if you want to do it): the girls try to give them gifts in return

DDLC Girls With A Tsundere Reader - Giving And Receiving Gifts

❝ Aww nonnie, thank you so much! ➷♡ I tried to incorporate all of those points, but I might've missed some. ❞

< I titled this post as tsundere reader, but I did try to include all of what you requested! >

Btw, each like I receive on here, is one more point I got from the exams. Not to pressure you, my dear lovely readers, into liking this post, no no, this is just to make myself feel better about my result scores :'D

• Monika thinks you're adorable and she tells you that a few times. Seeing your flustered reaction makes you even cuter!

• She compliments your writing whenever you share it with her. She enjoys talking about your writing style and generally giving you tips or advice. Of course, Monika hopes you'll give your opinion on her writing as well!

• Each time you decide to gift her something, doing the whole tsundere - it's not like I like you! - thing, Monika thanks you for the present. Also teases you a bit.

"Oh my, aren't I lucky to be receiving such a gift from you. Could it be *gasp* you do like me after all? "

• She doesn't go overboard with the teasing. But just enough to see your reaction.

• In return for your lovely present, Monika either writes you a poem or composes a song on the piano. Those are very special and mean a lot to her. If you look deep enough within the lyrics, you'll find a confession of her feelings.

• But, she also gifts you more casual items. Sweets and things related to your interests. One time, she gave you one of those keychains that had your name written on it.

• It had your name written on it, yes. But on the other side of it, the words: 'my muse' were displayed.

• At first, Yuri didn't really get along with you. I mean, you know her relationship with Natsuki, right?

• What made you and Yuri (eventually) get along, was literature. Even if you enjoyed different genres or themes and topics, you could still discuss them with each other. You tell her things about fashion, she tells you about horror. And you can talk about nature together ^^

• She always looks forward to hearing your opinion on books. Especially ones that you enjoyed, it gives her a bit of an insight on your preferences regarding story, characters, setting etc. So that when she writes poems they may include those particular things.

• She's kind of shy, or rather nervous. So, some times she wasn't sure whether you enjoyed spending time with her. Although that could've also been caused by her not so high self esteem.

• The first time you give her something, she is surprised and slightly caught off guard. A presented? For her? From you?

• And whatever you gave her, she enjoys it. Give her something as simple as a pen and she'll treasure it. Give her something expensive and she'll be at a loss for words.

• Yuri is very shy when receiving your present and she's very shy about giving you presents.

• Speaking of which, the presents you receive from Yuri are more often than not, books. Or book recommendations.

• That doesn't mean it's the only thing she gives you. Several times you've been given stationary supplies.

• One particular time, she showed you a beautiful fountain pen. Yuri explained that it was the pen she used for most of her writing. How it would bring her so many ideas and so much inspiration. And then, she gave it to you. Her most important pice of writing equipment, given to her most important person.

• A tsundere and another tsundere. How will this turn out?

• ...Maybe not so well.

• So, so you try to give Nat a gift, only for her to get all confused, because she too wanted to give you something. I mean, not wanted! No no, it's not like she-

• See, this creates a messy situation.

• As for what she would gift you with: cupcakes, manga and cute hairpins.

• Cupcakes, because she enjoyed making them and had some left over! I swear, they weren't made just for you or anything...

• Manga, which she read and recommends to you. Books she thought you would enjoy and she got them, only because of that idea.

• Hairpins. They're just cute. They're cute, she's cute, you're cute.

• Don't make a comment noticing how the cupcakes you received were different from the ones the girls got, how the manga was unopened, wrapped in a pastel packaging as a present, how the hairpins you have been gifted are the same ones Natsuki is wearing right now.

• ! Sayori 100% thinks you're cute! Yes, she does actually tell you that, several times in fact! Your tsundere-ish reactions make her giggle, she thinks it's cute!

• Sayori really enjoys walking with you. Whether it's to school, the park, or anywhere else, you can be sure she'll be there to accompany you! And if you let her, you two can walk hand in hand.

• She gets super excited when you give her something and she remembers to also get you something in return! Well, tries to remember.

• She especially enjoys when you give her something edible, like cookies. As the lovely pink haired girl, sometimes overlseeps and forgets or doesn't have time to eat breakfast, she really does appreciate it! When at first it was only a coincidence, later on you unintentionally started making more treats for her. Or you can always just share them!

• Sayori's presents are a bit... Random? They're not exactly following any pattern or theme or interest. It's just things Sayori found neat and thought you would enjoy. A plushie, stick it notes, a bracelet.

• With various colors, textures, all different from each other. Yet they still had that nice feeling. The feeling that it was from someone you cared for, and someone who cared for you.

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fluffytuffles · 3 years ago

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So I Saw Cats (Again)

SATURDAY, MAY 7TH

This is gonna be shorter because it’s gonna be just Saturday stuff, either small differences from the Thursday show, stuff I noticed for the first time (especially from the balcony versus front of orchestra), or changes with cast differences.

Same disclaimers apply.

Word count: 1950

BEFORE THE SHOW

Unlike Thursday we got to the theater with plenty of time and got to look around and be the first at the merch booth when it opened (an hour before the show). I got the book of music, the pin, and the keychain. I also dabbed on Macavity.

SHOWTIME

Zach Bravo was back as Tugger, Lauren Louis as Demeter, and Alexia Waites as Tantomile. Elana Valastro was on as Teazer again, and I was a little disappointed to not see Allison, and even more so that Kelly wasn’t back yet, but Elana is a delightful Teazer and it would’ve been hard to be actually disappointed even if I tried.

ZACH

Yes, he gets his own section. Biggest difference from the Thursday show was that Zach was on as Tugger, and I think seeing the first show without him only made me appreciate his presence more, if possible. The charisma and energy Zach brings to Tugger is unparalleled. He has such great chemistry with the rest of the cast and it really shines through. This was his second-to-last show and he was giving it as much as ever. He had the audience wrapped around his finger. I’m sad to see him go but so, so grateful we had him as long as we did. I hope he has a well-deserved rest, and goes on to receive every dream he’s earned.

GENERAL

So so so glad I got to see it twice.

Like Thursday this happened to be the 2nd show of a 2-show day again.

It was fascinating getting the same show from two very different vantage points over just a couple of days. Thursday we were fourth row center in the orchestra; Saturday we were up in the balcony center, about halfway back in the theater. We were toward the front still, with no one blocking our view of the stage (the LA Lakers couldn’t show apparently, iykyk). So it might’ve been in part our unobstructed view, but the experience was in no way diminished from being farther away. Actually, for some elements this was an improvement, as we could see the whole stage and all the characters at once.

There was no cast board in the balcony area which was odd. I happened to see the board from a distance before I went upstairs so I knew Elana was on as Teazer, and that someone was covering booth but I couldn’t tell who. Previous and subsequent boards suggest it was Megan Arseneau.

Something happened with either a mic or the orchestra that one of the instruments was missing from the arrangements during Act One. This seemed to be fixed at intermission, wouldn’t have been noticed by anyone not so familiar with the score, and not overly distracting for someone who was. (I actually liked how it affected the Platoria dance during the Ball so that was neat to hear!)

I had a much easier time watching everyone on stage from the balcony (and also having already seen it).

It was still pretty easy to make out facial expressions, especially on those I indicated as mugging (affectionate) last time -which makes sense, being why they do it in the first place.

Seeing almost all main cast with this show I can say for certain and finally that everyone was impeccably cast in their roles. This is the most talented company I’ve ever seen.

CHARACTERS

If I don’t mention a character, assume I have nothing to say about it that I didn’t say in the Thursday review.

Demestrap didn’t have the chemistry I was hoping for, but I think that’s because they have fewer moments together than I remembered. I also literally just might’ve missed it while I was watching other cats.

Paul’s Misto has such fantastic chemistry with Zach’s Tugger but like we knew that.

Old Deuteronomy in this production has a relationship with everyone in the tribe and that’s so lovely to see.

Actually, many of the characters have pretty clear and consistent relationships to one another.

Zach and Nick gave strong big-brother!Tugger, little-brother!Munk energy

I like Nick but I would’ve liked to see José go on for one of the shows.

SONGS

If I don’t mention a song, assume I have nothing to say about it that I didn’t say in the Thursday review.

“Overture”

We could see the light display much better from the balcony.

“Jellicle Songs”

Like with all the big group numbers, it was so much easier to see and appreciate the choreography (and the performances thereof) from a higher angle.

“Gumbie Cat”

Preferred Gumbie Trio with Lauren’s Demeter

“Rum Tum Tugger”

Zach my beloved. Iconic. The only Tugger for me, thanks.

Obviously COVID meant I had no chance of Tugger sitting in my lap but–

Tugger’s extended finale to play to the audience, what a ham.

“Old Deuteronomy”

Zach and Nick sound great together.

Tugger is so sweet with Old D.

“Jellicle Ball”

This is one you definitely want to see from the balcony. Absolutely incredible.

“Memory (prelude)”

Grizabella’s “fail dance” works a lot better when you can see the big empty stage she’s standing on. It really communicates how alone she is.

“Gus the Theatre Cat”

Bow’s comedic timing in coming back on after the applause and Jelly tries to escort Gus away was just delightful.

Victoria’s so excited to hear her name, even if it’s not referring to her. What a cutie!

There’s a slight variation in the “blood-curdling noise” that also got a big laugh out of me (and everyone).

“Pekes and Pollicles”

Tugger gives Tumble head scritches and Sillabub a paw touch for doing such a good job (*sobs*)

“Macavity/Macavity Fight”

I prefer Lauren’s Demeter to Megan��s

I still don’t like the song but they perform it very well.

“Mr. Mistoffelees”

I actually tried watching for Deut coming back onstage but literally did not catch him and at this point I don’t want anyone to ruin the magic.

Deut gesturing for Misto to run at him, I cry.

“Memory”

Tayler’s Grizabella feels so much more tragic than a lot of other versions, especially modern versions.

STAGE DOOR

If you’ve made it this far in my screed I imagine you like me enough to tolerate my self-indulgent stage door notes, and if that’s the case, thank you. :)

I’m writing this partly to share what my experience was like and partly to remember it for myself.

I was convinced I was too anxious to do stage door until right before the show, that I couldn’t be normal around them. But I realized that if I didn’t at least try to meet them, I would only ever regret it. And I’m so, so glad I did.

As a whole, they were all so nice. Their kindness and patience actually made it so much easier for me to feel comfortable interacting with them and I couldn’t thank them enough for taking the time after a very, very long day to meet with fans.

I deliberately addressed them by name if I was trying to get their attention, and if I thought to, mentioned a fan work by, or interaction with, me that they might remember. I think it helped them know that I was an actual fan of theirs and genuinely excited to see them, not just any cast.

Huge, huge love and thanks to @dilfstrapisanormalword for taking the time and energy to do this with me. I know you didn’t want to, that you only did it for me, and I hope the couple of autographs I got for you too was worth it. Also, again, shoutout to @munku-collar for lending me an extra marker. I’m sorry I lost the cap but I’m glad Aiden and Taylor found it.

(I also did see Chris Salvaggio, Max Craven, and I think Nick Davis but if it was Nick I couldn’t tell with the mask on, and Chris and Max didn’t seem to be up for meeting, which is completely fair.)

Dominic Fortunato (Pouncival) - Dom looked like he was leaving at first but he hung back and was the first one I worked up the courage to approach (which I did by myself). I told him the kitten trio was giving me life during the show, and he didn’t really react so we parted then. He came up to me a minute later to say he hadn’t heard what I said and he wanted to thank me. What a sweetheart.

Aiden Pressel & Taylor Rosenberger (Plato/Macavity & Coricopat) - Taylor seemed really excited to be recognized, which was lovely. I told them it was my first time doing stage door and that I was super nervous but I’d been following them since September and they’d always seemed so approachable, which they were happy to hear.

Tayler Harris (Grizabella) - Tayler seemed to be in a bit of a rush and I was pretty starstruck honestly but I told her what a wonderful job she did and she was grateful for that.

Sean McManus & Vinny Andaloro (Tumblebrutus & Alonzo) - I mentioned my tiktok username to Sean because we’re mutuals on there and he said he was happy to be able to put a face to the name, that he felt like he’d known me forever from tiktok. He also called Vinny over from a few feet away with “Vinny this is Litsy-K from tiktok” (in a previous livestream he’d pointed out me saying hi to him). Sean asked if we were from around here and Karyn bonded with both of them over being from New Jersey. Also Vinny is smaller in person; almost everyone was but especially Vinny.

Zach Bravo (Rum Tum Tugger) - Zach was as amazing offstage as he was onstage. When I mentioned I’d sent him the card and Zugger necklace back in November he said he’d meant to write back but he’d only had so much time at home. I don’t know if he forgot he did send me a signed playbill or if he’d actually meant to go even further than that? Incredible. He offered a photo and after Karyn took it for me he asked her if she wanted one too. My hands were shaking so much with nerves that I had to try multiple times to get a decent shot. When I told him I was super nervous about meeting them he offered a hug. I got a hug! Absolutely wonderful person.

Lauren Louis & Chelsea Mitchell (Demeter & Bombalurina) - I met them together and they were the last before I had to leave. I mentioned to Lauren that I was the one who made the trace art of her as Demeter and Bomba for her birthday and she was so excited to hear that. They were both so sweet.

CONCLUSION (FINAL)

So yeah, that was Cats! I honestly couldn’t have wished for a better production, or a better person to see it with. I’m so grateful I got to see Zach’s Tugger before he left. Fate really was kind to me in general, as not only were all my long-time faves on, but I got to meet and talk to them after the show. Truly an unbelievable and unforgettable experience.

I’m a little sad that it’s over now; I won’t have the chance to see them again before their run ends next month. But I’m excited to follow them into their next projects, and in their bright futures.

Stay jellicle, kitty cast.

#cats the musical #cats us tour 6 #kitty cast #op

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enjennie · 4 years ago

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In The Limelight [chenle x reader]

Summary: Tutoring the CEO’s son, when you’re barely interested in business. And falling for him, when you knew nothing about love.

Genre: Fluff. Rich kid!Chenle Tutor!Reader

Warnings: None

a/n: not proofread! I’ve been in a slump lately ☹ my works haven’t been satisfying me but I hope you enjoy this! btw omg this is a reupload bc the first time... somehow, the paragraphs were jumbled up?

“Y/N, there are flowers on your desk,” your classmate gestures behind them to the classroom you were headed to before quickly passing by. You could only nod, a little taken aback by the sudden information you received. Flowers? As far as you know, Valentine’s had passed, so has white day and it’s definitely not your birthday.

But as you enter your classroom, the bundle of flowers catching your eyes, you knew one thing for sure was from who it was. As you approach your desk, you lift the thoughtful gift and inspect the small card attached to the string that tied it beautifully together. ZCH, it read in cursive.

“How was your day?” Chenle’s voice can be heard from the other line, the smile on his face almost something you can hear along with it.

“It was great! Thank you for the flowers, by the way. They’re delightful,” you beamed, eyes landing at the arrangement that now sat on your vanity. Chenle chuckles, his laughter sending serotonin to run through your body.

“Not a problem, I’m glad you like them,”

“Though I’d appreciate if you gave them to me yourself,” you cheekily continued. Chenle could only smile, his face softening at your request. It was a simple request. Yet, he couldn’t do it.

When you notice the silence that follow, you immediately regret what you said. You desperately try to backtrack, sputtering out words. “Well- I mean-, It’s fine- Thank you, still! I love them,”

Chenle hums, “I know. Don’t worry. You’ll wait though… right? It won’t be long,”

You plant your feet to your carpeted floor and nod, even if he can’t see you. “Of course, Lele,”

Zhong Chenle is the son of the most respected CEO of one of the biggest corporations in Shanghai the entire world. Chenle was the next in line to the company. After his brother had expressed how the business world didn’t interest him, the responsibility immediately fell into Chenle’s hands. And even if music was his love and calling, he had to let it go as to not disappoint his father.

Chenle had accepted it some time ago, going to school only for the degree so he could be eligible to own the business. He accepted the fact that he was going to be living the life his father made for him, not one he made for himself and it was the hardest pill to swallow. But things changed when he met you. There was more purpose to the things he does, it wasn’t just for nothing. Life had gone from monochromatic to colorful.

“Miss, Y/N. Mr. Zhong just moved and he has to take this class to pass the semester. I trust you can fill him in with our module? Mr. Zhong, this is Miss. Y/N, she scored the highest during midterms,” your world economics professor had marched towards you after class, a tall boy following behind her. He looked just as oblivious as she did, to the sudden weight and pressure being put on you.

You merely nod and say a simple hello, not being able to say anything else. It wasn’t a question, this was a demand. Jeez if I was gonna teach your student I should get a portion of your pay. You thought bitterly. At the time, you were struggling to juggle a part-time job at a café while also maintaining your grades to keep your scholarship.

When your professor left you two, the boy kept his hands buried in his pockets. His clothes were semi-casual and his hair was styled nicely. Who the hell moves halfway through the year?

“So, Mr. Zhong-“ you take your books into your arms and lazily sling your bag over your shoulder, heading towards the door with him trailing behind you.

“Chenle-, You can call me Chenle,” he finally spoke, startling you a little with how cool and soft his voice is as opposed to his striking visual that intimidated you at first.

“Nice to meet you, Chenle,” you give him a smile.

You were gonna be around this guy for who knows how long, might as well try to be his friend. Maybe it’ll make the teaching less of a chore.

“Wrong,” you huffed, marking his essay and adding in annotations. “Chenle, remember there is a specific way to start these essays and that’s by defining the terms you’re using,”

The boy sat opposite of you, arms crossed and back against the couch comfortably. You were in a café. The café you worked in, to be precise. Your schedule today overlapped with Chenle’s and as much as you didn’t want him to see you slaving around, you also couldn’t miss this paycheck at the café. You gave him an essay to write just to check on his phrasing and structure and left to buss some tables and serve orders. But when you came back, Chenle barely wrote anything and could care less about it.

“Can we not study today?” he whined.

You and Chenle have been meeting each other for a month now, and you’d soon learned about the type of boy he is, the life he led. In ways you didn’t expect to.

The first time you found out about Chenle’s reputation was through the newspaper. No, not the school newspaper. Not even the local newspaper. But on the Wallstreet Journal, when you had to grab material from any recent article for a class. Chenle’s name floated along with the words ‘Young entrepreneur’ and their company’s name. You gasped so loud you had to excuse yourself from the library and leave in a hurry. That afternoon you smacked him on the shoulder with your thick world econ textbook.

“You’re from a family of business corporates and you’re learning world economics from someone who crammed the exam?” you exclaimed. He stared at you blankly, book in hand and pen in the other.

“And you don’t pay me!” you added. The fact that you’ve been tutoring someone as rich as Chenle just didn’t make sense to you. Why not go to a professional? Instead, he was here with a sleep deprived college student who sometimes mixes up business terms just because she couldn’t care any less. World Economics was a mandatory for you. You studied to pass, sadly.

“I could start paying you, name the price,” he said easily. But you shook your head.

“I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I actually don’t care about the money,” You led him to the picnic bench with the table outside school grounds and propped your book on it along with your bag before taking out your bento box. “Just blows my mind how you won’t just pay for the classes. I don’t teach that well-” you continue.

“I like you, though,” Chenle calmly interjects. You look up at the boy, movements being halted by his bold statement.

“Pardon?” you felt the need to have him clarify what he said. The boy leaned across the table, over your textbooks and notes. “I like you,” Chenle repeated himself, but the impact it had on you was just as powerful and hit you hard. Your heart was doing somersaults.

Chenle’s eyes grew thin as he smiled, backing away from you and sitting back down.

“So, chapter 12,” he starts flipping his book nonchalantly, leaving you out of breath with a heart hammering in your chest.

“What do you mean not study today? You have an upcoming quiz with Mr. Byun this Friday and mind you, that man searches for wrongs, not rights,” you raised a finger at him, shaking it matter-of-factly.

“No, let me help you. Do you usually run the café on your own?” he closes the book and takes his essay from your hand. You’re left slack jawed.

“No. I- Johnny couldn’t come in today,” you explained. Suddenly, you were stammering as if explaining to your boss. At first, you were doubting if it was the same Chenle you were reading about in the articles. The boy you were tutoring didn’t come off as someone who would be running corporates and buying stocks or whatever. He was more laid back and relaxed. Aside from the way he dressed, nothing gave it away that he was indeed the CEO’s son. But there were times where you got a dominant feel from him. Times when he stood with much authority and didn’t accept no for an answer. In those moments, you realize how Chenle’s presence alone demanded respect.

Soon enough, you found yourself behind the counter with Chenle beside you tying the apron to himself. He looked cute, somehow. The way he smiled at customers and tried giving them their recommendations set butterflies run free in your stomach, you almost swooned. He didn’t get much studying done that day, but you surely did. You learned the fact that you falling slowly but surely with Zhong Chenle.

There were two chapters you’re left to cover. In the short month and a half, you managed to teach Chenle six month’s worth of topics. Seeing him every other day made Chenle a familiar face to see around. Of course, you never actually got to see him around campus when you weren’t tutoring him. It left you wondering if you were actually teaching a ghost. But all doubts went away when the girls in your class started whispering about the cute boy waiting outside class. You quickly found out it was Chenle who they were talking about, and he was there for you. It was safe to say he wasn’t a ghost and is in fact real.

Carrying his book bag, he was stood against the wall with reading material under his arm.

“Chenle, we don’t have a schedule today,” you walk up to him, trying to avoid the dozen pairs of eyes that watched you. Chenle nodded, “Sorry, I won’t be here tomorrow. My father is bringing me on a business trip,” he states.

It wasn’t new for you to hear this coming from Chenle. Just the other week, his father brought him along to Japan for a company deal and Chenle came back with a little keychain souvenir for you. The same keychain dangled from your bag now as you both walked to the exit of the building. “Are you free?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring my book with me tod-“ you begin searching in your bag, even if you knew it wasn’t there. You were just trying to ignore the way his question made your heart jump.

“I mean… for dinner. Are you free for dinner?” he places a gentle hand on yours, stopping you from looking further in your bag. Chenle’s bold movements sometimes took him by surprise as well. He quickly retracts his hand, shoving it in his pockets. You let go of your bag, placing your hands on either side of you.

“Why?” you squinted at him suspiciously.

Chenle’s smile is small, but doesn’t go unnoticed by you as he turns his head towards his car then back down at you. “Listen, you don’t have to overanalyze this. I just want to treat you,”

Chenle had thought about it a hundred times or more, before finally making a decision. Although you’ve been seeing each other in cafes and libraries for some time now, he didn’t want to consider those as dates. Sure, it gave him time to admire you up close and get to know you but he wanted you to know his true intentions. The only problem was boy, was he a wuss. And were you oh so dense!

Despite the subtle and not so subtle hints he’s given you, you remained clueless about his feelings. Unsure, confused and just downright oblivious. From the way he looked at you to how he vocally told you he liked you. You shoved everything under the rug, afraid that this boy was just toying around with you and having a laugh. He found it cute.

It didn’t matter that you were in your school clothes, carrying about three thick books in your shoulder bag. He thought you looked stunning. You ate at a pizzeria just in town and he expressed how it tasted just like pizza from Italy. You said you wouldn’t know the difference since you’ve never been, and had a laugh about it.

The walk from his car to your apartment wasn’t that far, it’s just that he had to park a little further since there was no more space left in front. As you walked together, you noticed how the vibe and atmosphere between you two that developed as the night deepened, was different. More lax, comfortable. Like friends? You were both silent, until Chenle piped up.

“I lied, I didn’t just want to treat you,” he muttered, looking into the distance of your quiet street.

You turn your face towards him and you catch a glimpse of his face in the moonlight before looking away. He’d taken your bag from you and had it around his shoulder now. Him in his white polo shirt and brown suit jacket. He was always dressed like he was attending some kind of formal event. That’s Chenle for you. Mr. CEO’s son.

“Then?” you prompted him to continue.

Chenle averts his attention towards you as you finally reached the front of your apartment. You both stop walking, facing each other with the moon as your spotlight. You look at him from the light of the moon, it illuminated Chenle’s features perfectly. You would be able to inspect him when he studied, but each look at him made you breathless every time you had to look away. Much like right now.

“I wanted to take you out. Like, on a date,” Chenle confesses.

You could never wrap your head around how bold Chenle could be. Always leaving you flustered after saying such things, this boy was your weakness. But you didn’t give in. At least, you tried not to.

“Oh,” was your only response as you put your hands together, looking up at the tall boy. You hoped it wasn’t obvious that heat was rushing to your cheeks and ears by now. You could practically feel your blood flowing through your body, making you feel warm all over. “It was fun, I enjoyed it,” you shyly admit.

Chenle takes a step forward, raising his hand to palm your cheek gently. It’s the first time he’s ever gotten this close. “But I’m not sure you’re ready for my world yet,” his voice is lower, cool. Like wind.

You part your lips slightly, willing yourself to breathe. Your breath is unstable, shaky. This time, you take a step forward. “Are you underestimating me?” You don’t know where the surge of confidence came from, but you were thankful for it. The look of surprise is quickly melted into amusement as this was definitely the first time you ever made the second move to the dozens of times he’d left you flustered.

Chenle dips his head down close to your face. Eyes trained on each other, you tried to get yourself to breathe. He looked alluring, and you watch his eyes drop to your lips. Your head had become blank, nothing in mind. Just him. Chenle, and nothing else. His calm eyes, button nose and plump lips that you so very badly wanted to press against yours. “Are you sure?” he whispers.

You close the space between you and Chenle, lining your lips with his and connecting them together. The sensation almost sending you on your knees, you grab onto his shoulder for support and he holds you up by the waist, swiftly wrapping his strong arms around you. It felt like such a big relief, you almost sighed.

When you pulled away, Chenle’s smile comes into view as you fluttered your eyes open. He places his hand at the back of his head and scratches, suddenly becoming shy. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

“You’re something else,” you giggle, smacking his arm before snatching your bag from his shoulder and turning on your heel to leave. You feel his hand against yours, forcing you to stop. “I’ll see you after my trip?” he asks.

“Same time… for class,” you reply, looking back at him with a cheeky smile. Chenle lets your hand go, a smitten smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest. Zhong Chenle wished things were simpler. He wanted to give you the world.

“It’s just a black tie party and my dad’s forcing me to come with a date,” he fixes himself in the mirror. He looked handsome, as always. In an all-black suit that fit him perfectly. Dressed like he had someplace to be, people to meet.

You sat on your bed behind him, arms folded and face scrunched up into a frown. A date. Probably someone from a rich family, better than you, his future spouse. They’d have perfect little babies together. All these bitter thoughts were flooding in your brain. When he notices your unusual quietness, Chenle turns to face you and gives you a goofy smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he approaches the bed, placing either hands on the side of you and leaning in close. Chenle could tell when you lied and knew exactly how to make you crack. You pull your knees to yourself and don’t bother hiding the scowl forming on your face. You couldn’t do anything about it. After several talks with Chenle, he explained how much pressure he gets from the media and his family. How dating even became a hassle because of how the pressure would then be shared with his partner.

For years, it wasn’t a problem. He didn’t find anyone that sparked his interest, and only had meaningless one night stands. He was fine with it, really. But all of that changed when he met you. For once, he wanted to go after something he loved. Not let it go, unlike what he did with his own passion for the sake of his father’s dream and business.

You shook your head, ridding the thoughts in your head and throwing them out. “Nothing. I know it’s just business. Message me when you get home?” you didn’t need to ask, but you still do. Chenle always kept you updated, whether if it was how the party he’s in has a chocolate fountain or if the bathrooms have automatic toilets. It was always bizarre hearing about his stories and taking a peek of what his world is like. The world of corporates. You weren’t ready for it, and Chenle knew.

The secrecy of your relationship didn’t last very long, soon enough it’s got media questioning who Chenle was seeing and your status. After a few run-ins with the paparazzi, you both decided it would be best if your meetups were more discreet. Luckily, the cameras hadn’t captured your face yet, but it was only a matter of time until they did.

To top it all off, the news had spread across campus. Girls left and right claiming they were the one dating Chenle, it didn’t bother you too much. You had a scholarship to keep and a job to go to. Sometimes, you’d find a single rose and a letter waiting for you in class, or at the café. Of course, you and Chenle had wrapped up the tutorial classes and he was able to pass the exam. He was one step closer to his degree, but happy wasn’t the word to describe him.

He yearned to be with you, have you in his arms and spend hours together just like you used to before things got complicated. Chenle grew lonely without your presence as months passed. Nonetheless, you hung onto the string of hope that maybe one day people wouldn’t care so much. That you could take all the criticism, the heat.

It was around 2am when your phone rang, disturbing your slumber. It was a Friday night and you took it upon yourself to catch up on some sleep after the horrendous exam week you just faced. Chenle had said goodnight hours ago. You wondered who could be calling at such an ungodly hour.

You pick up without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Y/N,” Chenle’s voice filled your ear. Your eyes snap open and you shot up from your bed, pulling the phone away from your ear. Sure enough, it was him. Lele, with a little heart beside the name.

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask worriedly. His voice sounded slow and there was rustling behind him.

Chenle lets out a groan, and your heartbeat picks up its pace. You knew better than to think Chenle would cheat, but it was definitely worrying hearing this without any idea what was going on. “I miss you,” he breathed, voice raspy and low. You couldn’t keep the smile from appearing on your face. In the darkness of your room, your heart swelled with joy. “I miss you too, Chenle,” you whispered back.

Distinct voices come through the line, and you make it out to be Jeno and Jaemin. They’re bickering and you hear a guitar in the mix. “We’ll leave you here, Chenle,” Jaemin calls to his friend before you hear a door close.

“Why did you call?” you ask but you were happy that he did.

“Because I can’t be there with you. Even if it’s all I want right now,” he confessed. Your smile faltered and a hint of sadness falls upon your face as he continues. He was obviously drunk, but Chenle has always been really honest because he couldn’t lie. These days however, you haven’t had the time to talk much and you knew there was a lot on his mind. It hurt to know that it’s been this, and you couldn’t do much about it. “I just want to tell everyone about us. Screw what they think, YN. You’re perfect to me,”

Hearing his words gave you a glimmer of hope. You wished he was right, you wished you could believe it.

“Chenle-“ you sighed. “I want that too,”

There was a moment of silence before his voice came through again and you thought he’d passed out drunk already. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve sacrificed so much for my father, but you’re not going to be one of them,”

His words brought the smile back to your face, tears welling up in your eyes from how happy you were to hear them. It seemed at this moment that you could battle anything, because you were with Chenle. Everything would be alright. He was here and you are too, it’s the two of you against the world.

“Tomorrow, let’s make it official,” Chenle proposed.

You bring your hand up to your lips and bite on your nails, now fully awake more than ever. “Okay,” you agreed. Chenle grins, getting up from his bed. “I’m coming over,” you can hear him walking around now, keys jangling and shoes on his wooden floor.

“You can’t drive-“ you hurriedly try to stop him, keeping in mind his state.

“I don’t drive a Tesla for nothing,” he chuckles. “I’ll be there soon,” The outgoing beeping of the call followed afterwards as he ended the call. The realization hit you a moment later.

The next day, you and Chenle arrived in school together. He stayed the night, carrying a change of clothes in his bag. For someone who was smack drunk, he sure did pack well.

From the moment you stepped out of his car, many students were around to watch. Exchanging whispers and staring, your cheeks set aflame when Chenle pulls you by the arm, your hands connecting between you and threading together naturally. It drew the attention of many onlookers and you chewed on your bottom lip, not used to the attention.

“They’re staring,” you whisper close to him.

“Let them,” He responds. Chenle tilts your head up to meet his gaze before planting a lingering kiss on your lips, confirming people’s already forming suspicions. “You’re my girl, aren’t you?”

#zhong chenle #chenle #chenle fluff #nct chenle #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct fluff #chenle au #nct dream au

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pure-kirarin · 4 years ago

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Studying at night - Koby x f!reader (College AU)

A/N : Thanks a lot dear. I am a sucker for my pink boy, so, here is a scenario about studying with him. It came out like the first part of a series, so I might write the rest later. It was so fun and well...Please imagine it being set in La Sorbonne or something. I imagined the actions taking place there. +w+ Ok. Enough chatter.

« - Who have you been assigned to work with, (Y/N) ? »

«-Hmm...Let's see » you check the little paper that you have picked « the name is Koby...I don't know who it is. »

« -Koby ?! Forreal ?? Whaa, I envy you » She taps your shoulder gently while assembling her books. « He scored first for the last two years on every single test. He is like...very hardworking. And a bit nerdy if you see what I mean » She says as she mimics big glasses on her face. « He will probably do all the project, don't bother ! »

-What do you mean ? You're offending me, Nami-chan ! I won't let him do all the work...And you,w ho have you been assigned to ?

She pauses for a little while pinching the bridge of her nose, visibly annoyed then says ; « Zoro. If I let him do anything I think that I will fail this class. Guess I'll do all the work she shrugs but I will make him pay for lunch for a week in return.

-Sounds like a nice deal. You smile and put your books in your handbag.

-Well...I have to leave for now. I have a lecture starting in five minutes...Oh...Look there ! -She points out to a pink haired guy on one of the middle rows putting his books in his bag- that's your man, you might want to catch up with him to discuss the project. Anyways, I'm leaving now.

-See you later. I'll come back later tonight so don't wait for me for dinner.

-Alright ! See ya !

Nami and you shared the same room at the dorm, however, because of your work you always came back late. You didn't have a choice, the cost of life was really high in the capital and you didn't want to be a burden to your parents. You sighed and walked towards the guy. You had some lectures in commun, his face was familiar. You have always assumed that he were younger because of his childish features. The pink hair gave him a soft look, it reminded you of cotton candy.

You waved to him and said after clearing you throat ;

-Yo' ! I'm (Y/N). I guess that we are doing the project work together ? You point to the piece of paper on the wooden table.

-O-oh, hi. He looks at the paper and reads, (Y/N/L/N). Yes ! We are doing the project together then. Nice to meet you. I am Koby. He bows a little bit while presenting himself.

-Cool. I don't have a class right now. We could go grab a coffee in the cafeteria and discuss the project if that's okay with you.

-Ah ? Of course ! That's fine with me. I guess I have some time. He says while looking at his wrist watch.

-Nice. Let's go.

You give him a wide smile. He looked a little bit uncomfortable. The shy type for sure. You were somehow comfortable and looked at him from head to toe. Cute style ; he was wearing a green bandana on his forehead, casual pale blue blaser above a white shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked well put together, a little bit boring ; nerdy type for sure. He took a pair of huge glasses off his face and put them in a case before following you to the cafeteria.

You were now sitting in front of each other in the cafeteria. You smiled noticing how he just ordered a hot chocolate while you loved your tea black and bitter. He was looking at you, then, when you rested your eyes on him he just looked away. He seemed like an easily flustered person. You wondered if he will manage in the presentation. The project you were working on was due to be presented in front of everyone. It was about didactics.

-So, you're also a second year ?

-Y-yes.

-We don't have a lot of lectures in commun. In what major are you ?

-History. I take this lecture as an extra. Didactics sounded fun.

-Oh. You take a sip from your coffee. That's nice. You wanna become a teacher ?

-Not really. I would like to become a heritage curator.

-Whaa, really ? Sounds cool. And...very specific.

-I guess so...That is not something a lot of people would like to do. He says, smiling and scratching his neck. He seemed nervous.

-You're so tense. You should relax a bit. We are the same age after all. Anyways, about this project. You take your agenda out of your bag and open in it front of Koby. Oh jeez. I am really busy with m part-time job most days. So I am only free on nights...The library stays open all night, I don't know if it's okay with you to work at night. I don't want to impose my schedule on you.

He waves a hand infront of his face, assuring you that it's fine with him ;

-It's okay ! I live in the dorm anyways so I am free whenever you are. I don't want to interfere with your working hours.

-Alright so let's say thursday at 10 PM ?

-That's alright.

-It's settled then. I am looking forward to working with you, Koby ! You make a bright smile and he gasps a bit, taken aback by your chill demeanour. Oh I forgot. Can I have your number ?

He looked startled for a while.

-For the project. You assured.

-Oh yes sure !

You offer him your phone and he types his number. You wave to him ;

-Thanks ! I'll message you later. It was nice meeting you, Koby. »

You don't wait for his answear and head to the dorm to get prepared for your job.

(Y/N) sent a message : Hey Koby, you always down to study at 10 PM tonight ???

Koby👓 sent a message : Yes sure ! I'll book a study room in the library if that's fine with you.

(Y/N) sent a message : Sure, see you later !;)

At nine a half you were getting your books and study material ready to go join the cotton candy man. You didn't bother to take off your make up and put on a big coat over your body. You just took off your red lipstick with a babywipe and headed to the library. The place was calm and almost empty. It was rustic, it had a XIXth century style, well, like your whole university that was renovated around that time. It had a classical style that was charming and added a cozy ambience.

Koby 👓 sent a message : I am already in study room number 3. I am sorry I didn't notify you earlier.

This guy was too polite, you thought. You had a little smile then went to the study room. He jumped a bit in his seat when the door opened and that made you chuckle. He was easily startled.

-Hi Koby, I hope that I'm not messing with your sleeping schedule.

Despite the late hour, he seemed wide awake. He said as you sit next to him, putting your laptop on the table.

-O-Oh...No. It's totally fine. I hope that I am the one not interfering with your job.

When his eyes layed on you, he couldn't restrain the surprise that was now mirrored in them. Surely because you were wearing heavy make up ; smokey eyes and glitter that was stuck to your face and your hair. It was different from your usual naked-face look. He couldn't help but wonder for what reason where you wearing so much make up, and what you were hiding under your long coat. But he coughed loudly, trying to focus again ; the project.

-Thanks. I really appreciate how flexible you are around my hours. I owe you one ! I think that no one else would've accepted to work with me this late haha...Well, I wouldn't have minded doing the project on my own. You shrug.

-Really ?...Well...Actually, me neither. I am not too good at project working...And studying with others... He looks down with a smile.

-Oh wow, I wouldn't have guessed. You look like you are good at cooperating. Anyways, I am sure that we will kick ass !

The way you talked and how confident you were were two things that the pinkette appreciated about your personnality. You seemed like an easy going person, he didn't feel much pressure to work with you. You open your laptop and start laying some ideas, meanwhile, he takes out a notebook and a pencil case ; Oh, old-school, I see, you think to yourself.

His notes were very organized and clean. He seemed to have memorized everything the professor has said about the project and had a clear plan. However, he asked you for your opinion for everything and couldn't help but ask « are you alright with this part ? » for every idea he suggested. It was a bit annoying, but also a bit cute.

When he was studying, he was different. He had a bit more confidence and didn't hesitate to correct you when something you said seemed out of the topic or a bit repetitive. You appreciate this about him ; yes, no wonder he scored first for the two last years.

You worked for around two hours before you noticed that his eyes started looking tired. He wasn't used to studying this late, yet he did his best to come study with you at this time. You felt bad for keeping him awake.

-Koby-san ? Your soft voice snatched him out of his half-sleeping state.

-Ohh ! Sorry I just--

-You should probably go to sleep. I am sorry I gave you such a hard time. You must have classes tomorrow morning...You said with a sorry voice.

-No no, it's totally fine. I am sorry I just...well...

-No need to be sorry. Well, it's past midnight now. We should probably get going and continue tomorrow or some other day.

-Are you sure ?

-Yeah. I'm not going to keep you more. You look really tired. You shouldn't overwork yourself, Koby-san...Well...Even if technically it's my fault. You giggled a bit.

You started putting your stuff in your bag and he did the same, appreciating your presence. You had a soft aura that was really calming. He has never studied this late before, but he liked the atmosphere. It felt so dreamy.

As you were both going out of the room, you noticed a little cat keychain on the ground. You bowed down to take it in your hand. It was a cute kitty wearing a strawhat. You looked at Koby with a frown and said

-I think that you dropped this ?

You couldn't help but smile when you saw his embarrassed face. Yeah. It definitely looked like something he would have. He took it off your hand pretty fast and stuttered ;

-Oh thanks ! It's...Well...It's like a lucky charm haha.

-No need to justify yourself. I think that it fits your personnality pretty well.

-Huh ? He just said not understanding what you meant.

-It's pretty cute !

You were making it even harder for him not to blush and you were having too much fun looking at him struggle. It was wrong, but it just was too much fun.

-Oh. It was a compliment by the way.

You wink at him before going out of the study room. He follows you, destabilized. Your confident and assertive behavior was really foreign to him. You really made him interested in learning more about you.

Studying with you was calming, sharing that moment at night in the almost empty library, having you in full make up at such a late hour, as if you were going to a date. He blushed at that thought and felt bad for thinking that. You were there to study and you were strangers, well, university mates. He wasn't allowed to have such a thought.

You were fascinating in more than one way and you really made him curious to learn more about you. You seemed like the type of girls to hide secrets behind her immaculate day-look. He was a bit impatient to learn more. But why ? You were only working for a university project after all, and once it was done, he won't have the opportunity to spend more time with you, and that somehow made his chest tighten.

#one piece imagines #one piece #college au #koby x reader #Koby #nami #one piece nami #one piece x reader

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ready-to-obeyme · 4 years ago

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[OM!] (American) College!AU Demon Brothers

Scenario: Headcanons on the demon brothers as college students (specifically in the US because I don’t know how college works elsewhere), their possible majors, career goals, extracurriculars, ~GPA~ and whatever else I could think of + how meet you in college

Note: I’m hoping to do a Part 2 with the Undateables but honestly… we’ll see lol. This is based off something ~A~ and I thought of for our specific university but we’ve made it broad enough to share HAHA this turned out VERY long

Lucifer

Majoring in Political Sciences with a minor in Psychology

Pre-Law-- most likely immigration law or child custody (there’s definitely a backstory here)

Initially went to community college for the first two years to save up money to take care of his younger siblings

Rejected an offer to go to an Ivy League because it was too expensive; if his siblings ever found out they’d be furious that he’d give up on that chance, but he knows he can succeed wherever he goes (and besides, family is first)

Transferred into a 4-year university his junior year

Very high GPA-- VERY

In a professional fraternity with Diavolo and Barbatos

He didn’t think he’d join one either but Diavolo was the vice chair when he transferred in and the president the year after so… ~nepotism?~ and also Lucifer is charming as heck so no surprise he’d get in

Also rooms with Diavolo and Barbatos

Goes to the gym regularly just to keep fit; gets goaded by Diavolo and Satan into joining an IM team with his frat brothers and actual brothers-- probably basketball or flag football

Probably meets you at a interclub council meeting and mutters under his breath how useless the board members are and you overhear

“Never have I met more incompetent people.”

“Lmao mood”

“!!!”

Keeps sitting next to you at every interclub meeting then after because at least there’s someone that can keep his mind stimulated (thinks you’re hot if you’re competent btw)

If you somehow meet him on campus, he’s the type of guy to put his hand up and pretend he didn’t see you (just kidding, he always ends up saying hi anyways)

Will Absolutely Lecture You if you are procrastinating on studying especially if your midterm is, like, TOMORROW

Always ends up studying with him because he’s actually focused on studying and glares at you if you get distracted (but hey you get good scores in the end)

Mammon

Majoring in Business Econ/Economics, Minoring in Statistics

(always ends up in the middle of the “is econ a humanities or a STEM major” debate that leaves him left for dead)

Planning to work in Business as Finance -- probably has been treasurer or finance director for a club; can even see him being a banker if it suits his plans better

Goes to a four-year university

Decent GPA (or Lucifer would absolutely destroy him), and does REALLY well in mathematics classes

Would room with Lucifer and his posse if they all go to the same school

Probably in a Business Frat as well because he’s pretty charismatic when it comes down to it but was an RA for some of his years for the free rooming and dining hall privileges

Is a very chill and understanding RA (as in he smokes weed with you when he’s off-duty) but is surprisingly well-versed in dealing with roommate issues

Works part-time (gasp) to buy stuff off of Amazon and go out to places

Spends a lot of time exploring places with his friends, going hiking, rock-climbing, clubbing-- which is expensive, as it turns out, so he needed to be able to afford it somehow

Meets you when you’re eating your lunch outside somewhere and he asks you if you have a dollar he could borrow for a vending machine snack

You exchange numbers with him so he can pay it back (even though you honestly don’t really need it, but why not) and turns out he’s in your GE class

“Heyyy wassup! So glad I have a friend in this class”

“Oh by the way, did you finish the homework? Haha, I forgot it.”

Mammon always repays you for your help in food though so you aren’t complaining

Leviathan

Majoring in Computer Sciences

And honestly that’s too much for me already-- the man is doing computer programming, coding-- WHEW-- and they do NOT rest

Goes to a community college but honestly has no problems cinching internships. The computer is his domain-- online applications are EASY, doing projects NOT as easy, interviews? HARD-- REALLY HARD (someone help him)

Probably intends to work with a big company like Google if only to help supply his income so he can live his life going to AX and buying merch

Most likely moved out of his house mid-college with his online friends (who are luckily compatible with him living-space wise) and visits home once a week

There’s two potential sides you can meet first:

Either you meet him at a convention and you both gush about the same character and anime and somehow find each other online (not college related)

Or his favorite Ruri-chan keychain gets broken off in the computer lab, and you’re the one running after him to give it him

He may or may not owe you his life after that (and if you enjoy anime, well that’s a bonus)

Both of these meetings can happen if he doesn’t recognize you in class because you were in cosplay-- imagine the surprise

The two of you as friends are MASTER PROCRASTINATORS at every assignment the two of you have-- so low-key not a great influence-- but you have fun together watching animes, playing games, talking about life-- anything but actual work

Always ends up scrambling to finish things-- but he keeps doing it because it’s been working for him so far

You help him prepare for interviews because he’s always nervous before each one regardless of how well his application looks

Satan

Majoring in Comparative Literature AND Anthropology (ya boy is doing the whole nine yards)

Planning to get his Master’s and then a PhD in one of his majors (whichever proves to be more engaging for him)-- visibly excited to become a Professor

College was meant for Satan-- like REALLY; the man is in LOVE with learning; most likely to go and be accepted to an Ivy-League after Lucifer but... truly believes you can get a good education anywhere so it depends on his financial standing (and how much scholarship he gets)

Does get a little disgruntled when his classes aren’t available but doesn’t mind learning something new-- if the professor bores him to death, he’ll read the book

Really good at tutoring people; someone suggests that he works as a peer-learning facilitator/writing tutor and he does-- might as well make bank doing something you always do anyways

Joins a writing/journal club as an extracurricular and a club that provides tutoring services to the underserved community-- surprisingly good with kids!

He knows friends in high places, so if he wanted to, could get into any party without batting an eye and his favorite professors love him

Spends a lot of his time going out to the city and exploring places, similarly to Mammon, rock-climbing, hiking, paragliding-- anything

He is VERY well-rounded as you can see; competes with Lucifer to see whose GPA is better though

You probably meet him during office hours, and you can only stare in awe as he asks questions that you had in mind, but better; if you’re visibly confused about something, he’ll take his time to help you too (it’s habit at this point)

Ask him for his contact info and you’ll get it, and maybe repay him in coffee? (You always see him at the cafe on campus.)

Most likely to have a specific spot in a cafe that he is always at that the workers actually save a spot for him or give him his usual order before he even arrives-- may or may not have helped them edit their essays or with their homework as a thank-you so you KNOW they’ll love him forever

The type of person to help you make flashcards and cram if you need it

Asmodeus

Majoring in Dance and Fine Arts (I HC going to NYU specifically)

Considering going for an Master of Fine Arts degree but he might just move to New York and go for being a Broadway Star

College is mainly just training for him and hoping to land gigs in local theater-- and the university theater if there is one-- and building his resume for his big break

Has SO many extracurriculars, all pertaining to his career choice, but also because he enjoys what he does: drama, competitive dance team, acapella, fashion design

Makes an unbelievable amount of friends, incredibly good at networking

The first time you saw him was when he was performing for a local theater and you were in love with his performance, and the next time you saw him in the hallway of a classroom building, you told him how much you enjoyed it

Always accepts compliments about his looks with grace, but there’s something about truly being admired for his acting and singing that has him preening

Invites you to come out to his next performance, and if not his, then to another play-- and it can be a date, but up to you ;)

The man is the KING of Multiple Talents and has big dreams to match

Always finds a way to hang out with you and drag you to every club that he can use his fake-id for (and when he’s actually 21 and above, gets a little offended that he doesn’t get ID’d)

A night in the town with you is always a good night!

Sometimes when he has practical exams coming up, he asks you to watch him perform-- and he likes your compliments but actually takes getting all the moves seriously so you better pay attention!

Most likely to move far away to reach his dreams, but he would take you with him if he could-- his little star

Beelzebub

Majoring in Physiological Sciences

Pre-Nursing or Pre-Sports Medicine

He’s a little undecided, but he’s definitely going to go into the health field because he likes the idea of being able to use his strength to help others

Gets a scholarship from the university because he’s part of the football team, which is actually pretty hard on him because Fall Semester/Quarter he has to keep skipping classes for games

Always brings a snack to eat with him during lecture-- and is not afraid to bring his entire lunch and make it right in the front row, though he tends to stick to the back because they tend to have electrical plugs

You most likely meet him during lecture: he offers you an entire sandwich (not a chip bag, not fruit snacks, an entire LUNCH) because he heard your stomach growl during class

From then on, you collect notes for him when he’s gone from games and even go to games if you aren’t usually the type to just to see how he’s doing; it’s hard trying to find you among the huge bleachers, but he always asks you where you’re sitting anyways

Really appreciate it if you help him study into late at night because it IS hard balancing sports and academics

He most likely doesn’t really have any time for anything else so he usually makes up for it during the rest of the year when training is less to volunteer in the hospital or at the gym as a personal trainer

If you ask him to teach you how to properly lift weights, he’ll definitely help out and the both of you can work out together-- though you feel bad when he has to add four extra weights to each side after you finish your reps

Belphegor

Majoring in Computer Graphics/Animation

Intending to go into making animation or game design-- is one of the brothers who doesn’t really know exactly what he wants to do yet because he’s afraid that doing what he loves as a job will ruin it for him

His family reassures him that they’ll support him whether or not he continues with his path in life, but he’s considering art school and then taking internships in places so he has a better idea on what he wants

Most likely to sell his own original work and become a full-time artist regardless

I think you already know how you meet him-- he’s sleeping in a lecture hall-- either against the wall or on the small piece of wood they call a desk when class ends and he’s still sleeping; and you wake him up

Sleepily thanks you and continues to sleep through every class that you wake him up to; when you ask him why he doesn’t just go home and sleep, he tells you he’s too lazy to walk back and forth from his dorm/apartment to campus (mood)

When you add each other on Snapchat or something, he sends you pics of ‘places to nap’ on campus

You always end up studying together because he’s actually pretty good at understanding lecture stuff despite not being awake for most of it-- apparently he’s used to teaching himself

Will make you art for your birthday and will vehemently refuse payment so he just tells you to take him out for dinner instead

If you talk about how you’re not sure on what you want to do in life too, he’ll probably say ‘mood’ but is most likely to encourage you to do whatever you want to do in life too

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date?#ngl i would date beel in this au 100%

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thirsthourdemon · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys and what gifts they would give you

Includes: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai, Nekoma, Shiratorizawa, Fukurodani, Inarizaki

A/N: Aha Aha Aha

Karasuno

Hinata: He would give you a rock that him and natsu painted on. On the rock there’s a silly face on it, from natsu, and then a volleyball, from hinata, then an I love you at the bottom part. He gave that to you when you guys went on a park date with natsu.

Kageyma: The first give he would have ever given you was a milk box and you were so happy because he never really shares his milk. This was actually how he confessed to you like he wrote “Want to go out with me?” Or something like that at the bottom. He was blushing the whole time.

Yamaguchi: This baby boy would give you his scarf and a warm drink because you were both walking home from school and it was really cold but you forgot your scarf at home so he just gave you his. He would blush whenever he sees you wearing it now.

Tsukkishima: Salty boy gave you a playlist ever since you told him what type of music you liked. He wouldnt give it to you right after making it though. He would have given in when you’re stressing out over homework or something like that and he’d just put it on speaker for you waiting for you to ask whose playlist that was.

Nishinoya: An ice cream stick. Why? You called him senpai the first time you met him and he just- He automatically fell in love and asked you to an ice cream “hang out” because it wasnt a date or anything! He was just being a good senpai. He confessed to you by making an ice cream stick and the stick had a heart carved into it.

Tanaka: You and him went to a matsuri, shrine festival, with the team. He decided that he was going to be a man and catch you some goldfish. It took him a while however but you still appreciated his victory even though he spent most of his money it. You named that single goldfish “Ryuu”.

Suga: It’s not technically a gift but he gave you a mechanical pencil with your name on it. He was supposed to keep it for himself but you were borrowing a mechanical pencil during lunch time and he just gave you his pencil case only late to realize that it was there. When you saw it oh boy were you confused. Ended up confessing to you that way.

Asahi: OH MY- He gave you a handmade hair tie. Like he saw how you were struggling with your hair so much so he just decides to make one but he didnt plant ahead on how he’d give it to you. He was forced by suga and daichi to give it to you but in the end noya did that because he was too nervous to even tell you. Noya just “Oh hey! Y/N! Asahi thought you might be having trouble with your hair! Here” and just gives it to you. Blushing mess.

Daichi: The traditional gift 😤 He gave you a response chocolate he made with suga during white day. You gave him chocolate during valentines and he responded by giving you chocolate gift back. He gave it to you after practice and though the chocolate was a bit soft now he still gave it because the effort? Not letting that go to waste!

Ennoshita: Another traditional man. You gave him chocolate and he didnt know what to do so he just...Huh? He gave you chocolates back and let’s just say things started from there on ❤️

Kiyoko: You were stuck in the friendzone for quite a time too. She gave you matching keychains for your bag but like...Yachi also has it. 😔

Yachi: 😳😳😳 She drew you once for “art class”. Baby didnt have “art class” but when it came out better than expected she gave it to you when she confessed along with a letter. Let’s be real she was blushing and saying sorry the whole time.

Im sorry, guys but Im a big yachi-stan. Yachi is THAT bitch for me.

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa Toru: He doesnt give you 1 or 2 no no...He gives you 5 service aces. Shows off in the game more when you’re watching and for Seijoh it’s a sure victory once he does his little service ritual for you.

Iwaizumi Hajime: One time you called oikawa “shittykawa” during class he instantly fell in love with your fierce attitude so he legit treated you good food after that time. It became a ritual for both of you to eat out whenever they one which was often. His comfort food cannot be complete without you eating it with him.

Mattsukawa issei: His horsecock. That shit is a gift in itself. A big gift in fact.

Kyoutani Kentarou: People may see him as a very scary person but he actually gave you a stuff toy you wanted at the arcade. He saw how you looked at it with such longing that one time and proceeded to get it for you whenever you werent around. It took him such a long time but gosh was it worth it to see you smiling like that.

Nekoma

Kuroo: This man gave you...A headache. No fr hahahaha he gave you a spike actually. The first time you watched him play in a game...mf told you that if he stomped twice then it was a spike for you. He actually did win the game with that one spike because nekoma was losing and team morale was low. The moment he spiked that ball with that subtle double stomp he managed to score and boost morale again.

Kenma: He always gives you gifts but more like...Health potions, resources you need, animal crossing gifts tbh 🥺. He didnt really give you much gifts physically but virtually? He would specifically go and get rare items in doubles just to give you the other one and say he “Accidentally got another one”.

Lev: Alisa’s cooking. You were both out during lunch time and he saw that you were only drinking something so he decided to feed you his sister’s bento for him. My baby is so sweet- and also headaches. He also gives you headaches.

Fukurodani

Bokuto: He gives you either his jersey OR a spike as well. Better yet he gives you his jersey for a game then does a spike for you. Bitch didnt even have a signal he legit shouted “That one was for you, Y/N!” And pointed at you. Kill me please- Needless to say everyone was looking at you so much.

Akaashi: You cant convince me he doesnt give you a copy of the book you wanted and were looking for. He just so happened to have it, yeah sure...🙃 Little did you know that he went all over miyagi for that fucking book. He probably gave you a bookmark along with it too. ❤️ Ya nerds

Date tech

Aone takanobu: Surprisingly enough he gave you a small vase for the flowers he gave you last time. He even told you how to preserve them more. He be teaching you all about plants whenever he you two go home together. He doesnt speak he just...gives you books or he shows you himself sometimes.

Futakuchi: He gave you his sour gummies 😖 TOO ADORABLE FUCK. You were staring at them and he just offered you some and now you’re in love.

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima: Waka baby gave you a service ace. He isnt one to give you anything big and he didnt know what to give you so he just gave you something he knows he could. Before the game itself he actually told you that he promised you a service ace the first time he would be given the chance. Volleyball Idiot 🥺

Tendou: MIRACLE BOY STRAIGHT UP GAVE YOU ONE OF HIS SHONEN JUMPS. He gave you the one that you really liked and said it was “Not a big deal”-It was a big deal considering how in love he is with them.

Goshiki: Im sorry but...good head. He gave you heavenly head. 😔 King of oral right here. No really hahahaha tsutomu probs gave you a shrine charm that says “absolute victory”. You keep that little charm whenever you watch his games now. Though you tell him that its the charm working he says you’re his actual lucky charm.

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu: A migrane. His fangirls keep threatening you and you had to keep on telling them that you were just their team manager. He just- I mean I wanted to say he gave you a service ace but mf just gave you a migrane.

Miya Osamu: Unlike his brother this guy is actually pretty reasonable. As an asian you have no idea how happy your parents would be when this man gives you half a sack of rice. I know everyone expects the “Onigiri” answer but I enjoy being given a sack of rice more. 🍚

Aran Ojiro: I- IM SUCH A SIMP! He gave you his a batch of cookies. This headcanon is from @oof-she-needs-therapy by the way because I fell in love with their works so much. He just “Felt like he had to make an extra batch”. This boy 100% made that for you alone. Dont play me. He even fed you one and just to tease back you kissed the tips of his fingers. Practice that day was E V E N T FU L.

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zara2148 · 5 years ago

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Fethsteel Fic: The Games We Play

*squints* Could it be... more Fethry in F.O.W.L. AU fic? Yes, it is! Set after Not Good Enough, but before Real Names (we don’t have a definite timeline here, only a rough idea of a sequence of events).

Also on AO3! Kudos and comments appreciated!

Fethry’s eyes were wide as he took in all the games around them. “Wow, so much to do.” He craned his neck around, trying to see the entire arcade at once. “But why is it so empty? Didn’t you say this was the employee lounge?”

Yes, because even he knew that saying their headquarters was underneath a Funzo’s would raise a lot of questions.

“Oh. Well, it’s the secret employee lounge. Y’know, for high performers like us.”

That sounded dumb the second it left his mouth.

“Really? I’ve never been called a high performer before.”

Fethry walked off to take in the games one by one. Muscles Steelbeak didn’t even notice had tensed, relaxed.

Why had he done this? He’d sworn off this place after he wasted an entire paycheck on these games. The impulse to come here had been sudden, sparked by the thought that he had never seen Fethry outside of the lab.

Fethry had stopped at the prize counter, fingers pressed against the glass case as he examined the smaller prizes. He, and there was no other word for it, he lit up when he spotted something. His eyes shone brighter, his grin widened, his entire body lifted without leaving the ground.

Fethry looked around at the games again and he started counting off with his fingers on one hand. Running some math?

Steelbeak settled his hands inside his pocket as he walked over. He was cool, calm, and not all curious at what had caught Fethry’s attention.

Fethry’s eyes were flicking between the arcade and a small keychain. A keychain with a smiling fish.

Of course that’s the one he wanted. Steelbeak didn’t even try to fight back the hint of a smile.

He watched Fethry concoct some sort of game plan. Eyes darting around the arcade, calculating a way to his prize.

“We could just grab it.” The glass case didn’t even any locks. Did the bean counters really keep such a good tally that they’d miss one little keychain?

“No,” Fethry said firmly, his gaze intent on the keychain. “That’s not what a high performer would do. I’m going to earn it.”

Well, maybe it’d be fun to see someone else try and fail at these games. That’s totally why he followed Fethry around on his quest for tickets.

“What games do you like to play?” Fethry asked as they walked.

“I like smacking the moles,” he admitted.

Fethry chuckled. “Oh, I could never play that one right as a kid. When the moles popped up I’d give them pats on the head. My cousin Donald would tell me it was a waste of money. But I figured the moles would appreciate it after being smacked all day.”

This was… different than just hearing about undersea life. That was weird, entertaining, and occasionally unbelievable. The oceans’ mysteries were as unfamiliar to him as a normal, safe childhood.

He would have thought the first would be far more interesting than the second. But right now, it wasn’t.

Fethry stopped in front of a game with flashing lights and colorful buttons. He inserted a coin and started copying the sequences that popped up. He did well enough to earn a string of tickets.

“So… you’ve been to these kinds of places before? With others?” And why was something inside him twisting?

Fethry hummed thoughtfully as he counted his tickets. “I went to a few places like this when I was growing up with my cousins. Gladdy would always win the jackpot at the Wheel of Fortune, but he never really played any of the games. He never had to, since some of them would just spit out tickets at him as he walked by.”

“Donald would play the games, but something would always go wrong. Like there’d be a blackout right as he was about to achieve a new high score, or the ticket dispenser would run out right when he stepped up to play.”

Fethry tucked away his tickets, now neatly folded into a stack, into a pocket. “I felt bad that neither of them seemed to be having any real fun, so I stopped asking them to take me after a while.”

Despite his success with the flashing lights, Fethry moved away from it, ready to try a different game.

“And you stopped doing something you really liked… for others?” It was all so strange to Steelbeak, who’d grown up having to peck others out of his way if he wanted anything. Why care if it made them unhappy? They would have done the same to him, if he’d let them.

“I liked the arcade, but I loved my cousins,” Fethry said simply, starting another game.

That became the pattern of the evening. In between games or even while playing them, Fethry told him bits and pieces of his childhood. What he really loved talking about was the people in his childhood.

The grandmother that owned the farm Fethry grew up on. Lazy summer days spent in meadows, the insects that buzzed about, all the chores that a farm required.

How his cousin Donald’s interest in the sea and sailing was actually how Fethry first developed his own interest. Donald was “just so cool,” and as a duckling, Fethry had wanted to be just like him.

(That sent a stab of something through Steelbeak’s chest, but it was a something easily brushed off for now.)

He talked about checking out books on undersea life from his school’s library, how he read them through lunch and recess. Sometimes, he even snuck a chapter or two after his grandmother turned their lights out for the night. Poor sleep habits started young, it seemed.

As Fethry talked about mapping tide charts when he should have been paying attention in class, Steelbeak pulled out his wallet to pay for a few rounds of Skeeball. It was getting late after all, and the sooner they won Fethry’s prize…. well, the sooner Fethry would have his prize, was all.

He actually wasn’t in a hurry to see this evening end, he realized.

And if he thought Fethry had lit up at the sight of the keychain, it was a dim, flickering light bulb next to his smile when he declared they had enough tickets.

As they piled the tickets on the counter, he didn’t reflect on how confused the day staff would be. Instead, what suddenly hit Steelbeak was how another, simple lie might have stopped Fethry from acting nobly .

Maybe he could have said the prizes were free for high performers to take. That the numbers were for how high of a performer you had to be to claim them.

(He’d be a top-level agent, of course.)

But… while this hadn’t been easy … it hadn’t exactly been any trouble either. He couldn’t say he regretted it.

(And what he could say, he wasn’t going to.)

Fethry slid the glass case open. He reached in and oh-so-gently picked up the key chain. His smile widened and he cooed over how cute the keychain was.

And then, he held it out to Steelbeak. “Here, I wanted to give this to you. As thanks for bringing me here and being my friend.”

“You what? ”

Fethry’s grin was slipping, its glow dimming. That sent Steelbeak on a sputtering course correction. Stupid, stupid...

“I mean... I just…” He held out his palm as a peace offering. “I thought you wanted it for yourself.”

Fethry carefully tipped the key chain into Steelbeak’s palm without brushing their hands against each other. He felt… crumpled by that. He was glad Fethry didn’t push for more, but at the same time he wanted to be ready for more.

“No, I wanted you to always have a friend you could carry around. To talk to when there’s no one else around… just the press of the abyss against your head...”

Fethry’s gaze went dark, even as his smile didn’t quite slip. These seconds of… well, he didn’t know what to call it, but whatever it was always left Steelbeak on high alert. He wasn’t sure what Fethry might do when he got like this.

“You sure you don’t want this?” Steelbeak asked to bring him back to the present, even as his fingers closed around the fish. Not tight enough for a fist, just enough to keep the keychain there.

Fethry’s gaze cleared. “Nah, I don’t have any keys.” The duck shrugged, seemingly uncaring that he had all but said he had no place to call home. “But a high performer like you must carry all sorts of keys to all sorts of doors.”

“... there was only one that ever really mattered.”

And that had been the door out.

But he wasn’t as ready to talk about himself as Fethry was. Besides, Fethry was already starting to yawn as the night finally started to take its toll. Soon he’d be yawning as well, and then they’d be stuck in an endless yawn loop. Hmm, that actually had the potential to be a good scheme...

He slipped the keychain into his pocket. He didn’t have any more keys than Fethry did. But that would change with time.

“Let’s go back,” was all he said, as he gave Fethry a tired yet satisfied grin.

And so they did.

#fethsteel #fethry duck #cousin fethry #ducktales #steelbeak

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years ago

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5x05: Fallen Idols

Hey all! Welcome to Hate Watch Week! We’ve picked the best of the worst and are recapping them all week. These are our personal choices, and I’m sure they all (*but one*) have redeeming qualities, we just see the bad more than the good. Enjoy our snark --and join in if you want :) (And if you’re still trying to guess our hiatus theme, this episode doesn’t count.)

Then:

Angst-a-thon!

Now:

We meet Jimmy and his pal, Cal, both race car enthusiasts. Well, enthusiasts for one sports car: James Dean’s Porsche 550 Spyder. While Jimmy runs to get the camera, Cal sits in the car, ready to start the “Little Bastard”. Only, the air gets frosty and the car radio flickers on. We hear a crash and Jimmy heads back to the garage to find Cal’s head smashed into the jagged edge of the convertible’s windshield.

Sam and Dean are on the case! Sam wants to know why this case is so important --what with the devil and apocalypse and all. “This is what we’re doing, okay?” Dean insists. Dean highlights that they’ve been away from each other for a while (*Ahem* maybe I don’t like this episode as much because the last two episodes were just Dean and Cas having fun times together? IDK. 5x03 and 5x04 were a wild ride that I watch over and over again.)

THE HORROR:

They arrive at the local cop shop as FBI agents Bonham and Copeland. The local sheriff shows them the video “evidence” that Cal’s good buddy Jim killed him. The brothers are less than convinced.

The sheriff applied Occam's Razor, and done and done.

The brothers want to interview Jim anyway. He tells them what he heard from the house: tires squealing, glass breaking. The car killed Cal. It’s cursed. Jim mentions that it was “Little Bastard” that did it, and Dean’s eyes light up like a little boy at Christmas. OoooohhhHHHHooo. Dean and cars and, well, don’t tell me he never had a crush on James Dean. We all have had a crush on James Dean. Sam “I can’t be any more straight” Winchester has no flippin’ clue what’s going on. Dean insists they check out the car. Bby boy.

They head to the car, and Dean takes a moment. Sam asks for some exposition. Dean explains that after James Dean died, the mechanic bought the wreckage and fixed the car.

The car fell on him, and death continues to follow the car wherever it goes (Ugh, I just went down a rabbit hole of what happened to the car and am now in a weird spiral of remembering how much I loved James Dean as a teen and how much Rebel Without A Cause meant to me. I’m not 90 years old. What a weird flex for a 1990’s kid to experience. But also not, since Dean’s right there with me, right?)

Anyway, to really confirm if the car was James Dean’s, they’ve got to match the engine number. Dean heads under the car to confirm, begging the car to not hurt him first. Dean takes his sweet ass time being nervous and writing down the engine number, but he makes it out alive. He tasks Sam with tracking down all the owners.

While Dean hangs at a bar, Sam discovers the car is a fake.

Meanwhile, a nerdy man reflects on his day at his desk when the air gets frosty and he hears a creaking behind him. He turns and utters, “Oh my god, it’s you. You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead.” Is it a long lost wife? An old rival? Nope. It’s a growling Abraham Lincoln. He chokes the nerd man until he becomes a victim of the blood cannon. Better angels of our nature, my ass.

The agents meet the sheriff at the crime scene. They remark that there’s nothing strange about the victim dying of a gunshot wound where there’s no gun, no gunpowder, no bullet. Awkward. The brothers demand a reasonable explanation from the sheriff. He hunkers down and whispers, “Professional killer.” He’s thinking this is a Michael Clayton-type thing. And I love it because that’s the limit of his imagination. Sam and Dean know better but only because they live in the fringe of this world where monsters are real.

Sam and Dean head to interview the victim’s maid, Consuela Alvarez. She’s very distressed, and can only speak Spanish.

Sam pulls out his freshman Spanish to save the day. I only remember “Donde esta el baño?” Good job, Sam! The killer was a tall man with a long black coat and a beard. And he wore a hat. A tall hat. Dean cracks the code: A stovepipe hat like Abraham Lincoln. DEAN BEAN, so street smart he doesn’t even realize how book smart he is. Sigh. “Abraham Lincoln killed Mr. Hill,” Consuela confirms.

The brothers continue to research. Dean watches the car video frame by frame until he finds one frame of a blurred red coated figure ---and INSTANTLY guesses that it’s James Dean ---but like Jim Stark James Dean. It’s not like James Dean wore the damn red coat outside of that movie role, lol. (Sidenote: Fun fact: Fry from Futurama’s coat is modeled after that red coat.)

Sam realizes that they’re dealing with famous ghosts that are killing their fans. (Sidenote: I hope Misha Collins never dies.) The brothers wonder why these ghosts are haunting Canton, Ohio. They do more research.

The brothers head to the Canton Wax Museum. They marvel at all the random wax figurines (and Sam is taller than Lincoln? Hmmm. They’re the same height. #Borisisanerd) Dean makes fun of Gandhi and Sam defends him, but uh, nope, Sam, nope.

The museum curator shows up and the brothers introduce themselves as reporters for Travel Magazine. They’re writing an article on “how totally non-sucky wax museums are.” The curator points out that this place is unique. He points to Lincoln and tells the boys that’s actually Lincoln’s hat. Yep, he’s got real items from all the dead guys.

He’s going to make wax museums hip again. And OMG Sam’s little thumbs up in response. STOP.

Later, Sam loads up on salt rounds and walks in on Dean talking to Bobby about him. Dean gets off the phone fast and dismisses Sam’s questioning about the call. Dean’s not 100% with Sam yet. They head out to finish the case.

At the wax museum Dean starts poking around. Let the tomfoolery begin!

Sam hauls out a metal trash can which they can use to torch all the priceless, one of a kind objects. (History-fan me cringes.) While he’s doing an ultra-close-up examination of Lincoln, the doors slam shut. Suddenly, Gandhi is on him! Gandhi is strong, he’s fast, and he’s out to kill. Dean torches Gandhi's watch and Sam’s attacker winks out.

The next day, Sam mulls over the case in the motel room. Ghost Gandhi's quick disappearance has him troubled. He didn’t flame out like most ghosts, and he seemed almost zombie hungry. Sam thinks the hunger is uncharacteristic given Gandhi's tendency towards fruitarianism. (WWMGD? What would monster Gandhi do?) Dean dismisses Sam’s concerns, and Sam tells him that hunting together isn’t working. Dean doesn’t trust him. More than that, Dean’s trying to stick to their old patterns with the older brother telling the younger brother what to do.

“Before didn’t work,” Sam tells him. That old dynamic chased Sam off into Ruby’s arms. “You’re gonna have to let me grow up.”

Dean’s phone rings. It’s the local cops, calling about another terrible incident.

The Sheriff is…utterly at a loss with this next one. Dean and Sam head into the station to interview two teen girls. They tearfully recount the “horrible” “way horrible” disappearance of their friend who was kidnapped earlier by…Paris Hilton.

Dean and Sam tick the obvious boxes. Paris Hilton isn’t dead, so they’re not after a ghost. Sam suits up in scrubs to do a detailed autopsy of one of the prior corpses. He pulls out two strange seeds from one of the victim’s stomachs.

Sam fills Dean in on the excessive blood loss he discovered (something was feeding) and the seeds. The seeds are unusual, and he takes them back to the motel. There, he discovers that the seeds were indigenous to a forest in Europe, and the forest was ruled over by a god, Leshi. Leshi can take on any form and feeds on his followers. Dean hand waves the shapeshifting explanation for the audience by asking, “So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” Thank you, Exposition Dean!

The Winchesters arrive back at the Wax Museum, this time bearing a nice sharp axe. In a creepy closed exhibit they find the victim and…Paris Hilton. She (He?) takes out Dean and Sam quickly. When they wake a little while later, they’re tied to the fake trees in the exhibit.

Leshi sharpens a blade slowly, excited to do the sacrificial ritual correctly this time. He explains that he’s settled in this town to stuff his face full of worshippers arriving at the wax museum. With the apocalypse nigh, there’s no reason to diet!

Leshi grouses about the poor quality of worshippers these days. Dean fights whining with snark, and Leshi tells him that he worships somebody - his dad. “Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol.” They fight and Sam breaks free and hacks off Leshi’s head.

The next day, we learn that the victim they rescued is going to recover. And even better? The bumbling Sheriff is putting out an APB on Paris Hilton.

At the car, Dean admits his own culpability in bringing about the apocalypse, when he broke the first seal. He apologizes for being preoccupied with the wrong things. Sam responds with the hero speech with which we’re so familiar. “We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.” Dean’s on board. Hell, he’s more than ready to move forward. He hands Sam the keys to Baby and they roll off to the sweet sounds of Jeff Beck's “Superstition." D’awwww.

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We’re not your typical cops

Death follows this car around like exhaust

Christine is fiction, this is real

I'm gonna make wax museums hip again

Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat

You’re not the first god we've met, but you are the nuttiest

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haikyuuwriting · 5 years ago

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Remember those hcs you did about being besties with the captains?? May I request that, but with the pretty setter squad? Thank you, and congrats on the blog anniversary!! :))

thank you anon!! I hope you like these 💖

(also I didn’t do Oikawa since I included him in the captain ver of this, hope that’s ok!)

Sugawara

the best friend you could ever ask for! Always sends texts to check in on them, regular late night phone calls and face timing study sessions. If they’re not spending time together they’re talking on the phone or texting

Very reliable. If his bff isn’t at school he brings them everything they missed plus some soup and snacks to better their day (if they’re sick). They have a special day once a month where they just go out on an adventure together

send each other weird snapchats and videos with absolutely no context. also buy each other the cutest gifts for holidays and birthdays!! Sleepovers are so fun and always end up with them staying up the whole night and waking up at 3 pm the next day to make cookies

Kageyama

He’s an awakward guy and doesn’t hide it around his best friend!! Actually pretty talkative about what he finds interesting and is a great listener. Gives super obvious and blunt advice that is v appreciated

Always pump each other up before big tests (or in kags case, games) and make bets on who gets the better test score for motivation. His best friend always goes to his games to cheer him on and it makes him feel better if for some reason he’s a bit nervous

His bff is probably one of the only ppl that will ever receive a hug from Kageyama. They have sleepover study sessions sometimes but they end up falling asleep on each other after studying for awhile

Semi

The two always eat lunch together, and usually end up walking home together after school. They became best friend by pure coincidence when they were little (they both wanted to read the same book so the teacher made them share) and they’re happy they became friends

They have matching sweaters and keychains that were gifts from one another. They were purchased for Instagram photo purposes, but they wear them a lot and cherish them. On the topic, they take great pictures of each other and get offended if the other doesn’t give credit lmao

Semi adores his best friend but never admits it out loud, but rather through actions and small smiles and teasing them. They’ve only had a huge fight once and he came to practice in literal tears and Ushijima made him leave to go apologize and make up with them

Shirabu

the two have petty little fights often but always laugh it off. They’ve never had an actual argument, just half-serious ones. They’re always cuddling, which surprises Shirabu's friends a lot but he glares them away. He gives great hugs so it’s understandable

Shirabu has a little dog that his best friend adores more than him, he likes to think. His best friend regularly pet sits when he has tournaments and his family goes to watch (when they’re far away and his bff cannot go and watch too).

One time shirabu couldn’t sleep so he called his best friend and when they picked up all groggy he felt guilty for calling, but they both ended up whispering the whole night and regretting it at school the next day. The type of people to text each other even though they’re sitting next to each other

Kenma

Kenma gives great advice! Though he only gives it at the last second of a dire situation, but hey, he does it. Says whatever he is thinking to them, although quietly, but his best friend has learned to always be listening around him

They play games together on the weekends and go out sometimes, mainly to little cafes they stumble upon. One time they just walked around the neighborhood petting dogs and cats.

Texts them super late at night and the texts never fully make sense and they become a sort of joke between the two. They’re basically siblings and share clothes a lot (they both love oversized sweaters, it’s a win win)

Akaashi

Akaashi is incredibly sassy and it shows when he’s around his best friend. The two share lots of inside jokes and smile slyly at each other when they’re unknowingly referenced. The type of best friends that know all of each other’s secrets

They talk a lot, but when they aren’t it isn’t awkward or anything. They can communicate with single glances or raised eyebrows and it drives people nuts sometimes lol. Have odd nicknames for each other that pass as cute

Go all out on each other’s birthdays, but not in school. Once Akaashi woke up to his bedroom filled with balloons, each with a message from his best friend. The next year his best friend received a letter from him the whole month of their birthday, and sometimes they just had a dollar in them aksksk

Koganegawa

the most precious bff ever!!! He is so supportive and his whole face lights up when he sees his friend came to watch him play it means the world to him!! They support each other 100% unless they think a decision will harm the other in some way

Go out on friend dates whenever they have free time, usually after koganegawa’s games. He loves taking selfies with them and has one as his home screen (his lock screen is his team!) They have matching phone cases too

Spend afternoons at each other’s houses (only when he has days off) and do homework and then watch movies regardless of whether they have school the next day. They stay up making cookies or brownies and take a bag to school the next day to share with the team

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sandraphobic · 5 years ago

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Pouring my feelings out to you strangers :) and feeling guilty and dumb x100

Just a little warning, this is all over the place and not very proofread. It’s raw, very raw so Im gonna just hurry up and post it before i change my mind and then go back to watching Minecraft videos :/ sorry for any typos.

I don’t think anyone really understands how much this means to me.

Yes it’s simple keychain but for me it’s so much more than that.

It’s, in a way, a product from BTS, a group my siblings hate with xenophobic passion and my parents think are useless and silly, but also a group me, my friends, and so many people I love unconditionally, support. They’ve helped me discover myself— not the person I used to be almost 2 years ago. They’ve led me on the path, not only to success but to true self love. It’s crazy how a keychain I convinced my parents to get on amazon is making me get this emotional but I don’t think i’ve ever thought this could happen. (I’m just going switch to no caps because i’m lazy sorry)

to explain, my parents have this mindset that anything not related to academic success, or something that can bring me a lot of money and therefore them money is silly, taboo, and nonsense. And essentially whenever I ask for something the answers almost always no and a bonus or verbal degrading and a lecture. I know i’m probably being selfish as they say or inconsiderate but all I want is happiness..???? Anyways the only reason I ended up being allowed to have it was because we got my testing scores from my exams last year and they were acceptable by their standards...

Woooo i’m rambling. But i think it’s been a good turn of my week. School started on the fifth and it’s been surprisingly good :)) have a feeling that’s gonna change pretty soon but i’m trying to be positive here. After some homophobic comments from my siblings (not about me but about the community in general but you know how that affects me) and feeling sick I listened to the Hamilton soundtrack because— hear me out, I know it’s dumb but i don’t really know how to get into the musical theatre fandom..

Like with music or kpop you listen to music and learn about the artist, with PJO or other books you read the books (obviously) and etc but I don’t know if I should read the books or listen to the soundtracks 😭 for musicals.

— but yeah I did that.

And then the whole keychain thing :)

some more backstory is that... when friends that have liked groups for a shorter time than you have get all this merch and go to their concerts with the rest of your friends and you can’t go because of your strict parent, and if you were in my shoes... well, you would feel the same. But then again this is all probably irrational thinking :^/.

I feel like they think i don’t want to be friends with them —

(especially people Ive known for years. Shit hurts when someone you and your friend group recently became close with tells you that one of your best friends for over 5 years told them that they don’t know whether they like girls, something you wish you knew since you are also question your sexuality. And then you feel guilty because you haven’t told them and have told other people before them.)

—or that I don’t want to do these things and that I’m making up excuses but i’m not and it’s so fustrating. Not at them but my self or my parents or God or the world,, I don’t know. And once again i don’t know how to express this and all of my feelings get suppressed and I probably seem like a fake person because of all my mood swings.

I’m gonna hurry up and wrap this up before my fingers stop shaking and I realize all of this is dumb and delete a bunch of these paragraphs. If you read this far down I gonna feel hella embarrassed even if my identity is anonymous but thank you for reading this pitiful diary of mine :) 💞😕

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yournextdoorwriter · 6 years ago

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day6 jay college au // we’re not the same (1/?)

pairing: day6 jay x oc

genre: fluff

words: 1.3k

a/n: just a jae fanfic i’d been wanting to write for a long time. not sure how long will this be, but feedbacks will be much appreciated! <3

If Jae were to describe his college life, the perfect word would probably be “normal”. Cause that’s what it is. He’s just a typical university student who sometimes skips class to hangout with friends and barely submit assessments in time.

Well, probably not that typical since he’s part of a band called Day6.

Apparently, it makes people “cool” and although Jae likes to think that he’s just doing it because he loves music and it’s just a group made up of five college boys, Day6 is actually pretty popular in their university and gets booked to perform at gigs and events.

Today, the second semester of his sophomore year starts. And he would trade anything in the world for a fifteen minute nap in his warm, fluffy bed. Instead, he’s making his way to his first class, which to his luck, is probably the most boring subject he’s ever heard - Asian Literature.

Okay it’s probably an exaggeration and on a normal scenario, he would probably even find it interesting. But who the hell wants to learn about literature at 7 in the morning?

Jae entered the study hall and was greeted with students sporting the same sleepy expression as his. This is one of the good things about being in uni.

Nobody gives a damn what you look like. Heck, you can show up in class wearing sweatpants and a two-week old shirt and no one will bat an eye.

He made his way to the back of the room, ready to sit at his favorite spot at a corner beside the window. Said seat however, was occupied by a female student, who unlike all of them, looks like she was having the time of her life.

She was smiling wide, her eyes plastered on the screen of her phone. Jae sat on an empty spot beside her, and tried to ~subtly~ study her features. It’s one of his habits that he is still working on to quit.

He liked observing people, studying their appearance and gestures, trying to figure out what major they’re in or what they like to do on their free time.

It may be considered a useless talent, but’s he’s pretty good at guessing things about people just by a quick look.

Jae’s actions were interrupted by the arrival of their professor. Ten minutes in, he was already struggling to keep his eyes open. The professor - Mr. Jung as he introduced himself, was explaining something about his class rubrics and syllabus.

“I know it’s only your first day back, but I think it is important to assign these things early. I am giving you all a project for prelims.”

A collective groan was heard from all the students. A project on a first day? This professor is nuts.

“Don’t worry. It’s not an individual one. This project will be in pairs. Your partner will be... let’s see, let’s just make it whoever is sitting on your left.”

Jae glanced at the girl beside him, who offered him nothing but a thumbs up.

The rest of the class went on with Mr. Kim explaining the project but Jae barely heard any of it. Whatever, he just hopes his partner is taking down notes on what they actually need to do.

The bell rang and everyone hurriedly went out of the room to make it to their next classes. Jae grabbed his bag and was also making his way out when he heard someone call out his name.

“Hey, Jae right?” It was his project partner.

“How did you know my name?” He asked, eyebrows raised. Okay, maybe tone it down with the sass. He made a mental note of that.

“It’s on your bag.” She says, pointing at a keychain hanging off his backpack with his name on it.

“Anyways, I wasn’t really listening to the professor earlier but I think we can figure it out later on, yeah? I gotta run to my next class so here’s my number if you wanna talk about it. Bye!” She shoved a piece of paper on his hand before dashing out.

Only half of the day passed but Jae feels like as if all of his energy has been drained. The rest of his class was just as eventful as the first one, and he’s pretty sure all of his professors held a meeting and decided to make this semester the worst for him.

He sat at the activity centre as he waited for the rest of his bandmates for lunch. Absentmindedly, he took out the piece of paper that she gave to him earlier.

Jae started at her crisp handwriting and somehow find the way she wrote the letter “a” cute.

“What’s that?” In a blink of an eye, the paper that he was holding was already in the hands of his friend Younghyun.

“Yah! Hand it back!” Jae tried to get it back from him but his long limbs prove to be useless compared to his friend’s muscular arms.

“Is this a phone number I’m seeing?! Heol, did you already score a girlfriend on the first day of class?”

“What’s the fuss?” The youngest of the group and Day6's drummer Dowoon asked, peeking at whatever Younghyun was holding.

“Are you guys fighting already?” Jimin, their only female friend and Day6′s self-proclaimed manager scolded as she arrived along with Wonpil and Sungjin.

“Jae-hyung has a girlfriend!” Younghyun announced.

“No way! Who would wanna go out with this nerd?” says Jimin, as if the idea of Jae dating someone is the most disgusting thing she’s heard.

“Can you please shut your dumb mouth, Brian.” Jae retorted, emphasizing on the last word as he knows damn well how much his friend hated being called that name.

“She’s not my girlfriend okay? She’s just a partner for a project in one of my class.”

“Oh man, I totally thought you’d finally break that no-girlfriend-since-birth curse. But who knows, her name sounds cute so I’m betting she is.” Younghyun says.

“Wait a minute, you’re in the same class as her? And she’s your partner?!” Wonpil exclaimed.

“Yeah, so? You know her?”

“What do you mean, so? She’s literally one of the most popular students here in school! Everyone is dying to get her number and she handed it to you just like that!”

“Wait, you mean Jae-hyung’s partner is the same person who won the Most Popular Freshman Award last year? The one who is on the volleyball team?” Dowoon added.

Great. Everyone knows her except him.

“Well, her name’s pretty uncommon so I’m sure that’s her. Yah, Jae you’re so lucky!” Sungjin chimed.

“Ok, calm your tits. For the second time, she’s my partner for a project. Not a potential date or girlfriend. So can we please go get some lunch now?” Jae said, hoping his friends would finally drop the issue.

“Whatevs, I’m sure you’re not her type anyways. Let’s go!” With one last insult from Jimin, they all headed to their favourite kimchi jiggae place.

3:01 pm [unknown number]: hey, jae! still in class?

3:02 pm [unknown number]: it’s me, your partner for that asian lit project!!

3:03 pm [unknown number]: my class will be over in a while and my friend who’s in the same class told me we actually have something to pass next meeting!

3:04 pm [unknown number]: wanna meet up and talk about it? text me your building and i’ll be there!!!!

3:05 pm [unkonwn number]: also i got your number from one of your friends, so i hope you don’t get creeped out LOL

Jae’s classes were finally over for the day. As he opened his phone to check time time, he was welcomed by a serious of multiple texts from her.

He wanted nothing but to go home and take a nap and normally, he would procrastinate on his school works especially since it’s not due until next week.

But for some reason, a part of him wanted to see her again, so he opened her message and texted her his location.

to be continued

#day6 #day6 jae #day6 wonpil #day6 young k #day6 dowoon #day6 sungjin #day 6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 texts #day6 fanfic #day6 scenario #day6 imagine

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 26/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince. RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 Click here

Getting through security was a chore. Happy was with the group too acting as a security guard for…someone? you couldn’t quite tell who he was supposed to be guarding. He usually guarded Pepper, but she wasn’t there. That day, he was carrying Cap’s shield and an Iron Man suit in a suitcase for Tony, just in case. He had to flash his badge in order to get through with weapons. You got through security quickly and watched the drama of the rest of the team trying to get through.

“Ma’am, you have to remove all of your weapons,” a guard told Nat. She removed a handful of blades and a small gun. “All of them,” the guard repeated. He must’ve recognized who you were, if he didn’t trust Nat to give up all of her weapons the first time. Nat rolled her eyes and removed even more weapons. Clint came up behind her and pulled the…sword?… from under her hair where she’d had it in a sheath on her back and added it to the pile. She glared at him and added one more tiny dagger to the pile.

“Don’t glare, I gave you that sword,” Clint chided her. Security finally let her through, staring at the pile of weapons which promptly went in Happy’s suitcase.

“A-are you armed?” A terrified teen who was acting as a security guard asked Loki. Loki’s eyes were on you, not giving the teen more than a passing glance while he put up with the nonsense.

Loki rolled his eyes. “I carry no weapons,” he finally replied carefully. It was the truth, but…

“That doesn’t answer the question, Mr. Loki,” quipped the terrified teen, actually earning a tiny smile from Loki for his pert. Loki was eventually let through after the teen got his manager involved.

“Verily I have arms!” Thor boomed and flexed his muscles, making everyone in the vicinity with a libido swoon. Security went much faster after that.

Tony passed out gold VIP fastpass bracelets for everyone which would let you jump any and every line in the park. After that came the obligatory group picture in front of the castle. That was also as long as the group’s enthusiasm could be controlled. The day was a whirlwind of chaos after that.

You somehow got a picture of Loki wearing Mickey ears while performing the biggest most put-upon eye roll you had ever seen anyoneaccomplish. Thor was nothing but an excited puppy. He bounced from shiny thing to shiny thing, taking in everything. He was so disappointed when he couldn’t remove the sword from the stone. It took you gesturing to the hammer keychain on his belt loop (which was Mjolnir in disguise) before he would finally cheer up again. “Yes, lady, you are correct,” he acknowledged, reassured that being worthy of Mjolnir was enough. You never did find out how Thor got Loki to ride in the teacup with him. You did get the very best picture of Thor’s enthusiasm while he spun the cup as fast as possible while Loki glowered and looked like he was going to stab Thor for the torment Thor was putting Loki through.

The only warning the others had about It’s A Small World was the collective groan of Tony, Bruce, and Clint. It was the exact groan of someone who had been on the right before and had the damn song stuck in their head for the rest of the day. Somehow they all joined you anyway. You all had a boat to yourselves and walked right on thanks to Tony’s VIP passes. Loki looked interested at what could make the three men groan so much about a little boat ride. He was whining and groaning by about halfway through the ride and looked ready to destroy all of the speakers to end the damn song. You just laughed at his misery and enjoyed all of the dolls dressed from the different countries.

Nat and Clint got the high scores during the shooting aliens ride. Bruce refused to ride Space Mountain, claiming The Hulk wouldn’t like it. Loki became fast friends with Captain Jack Sparrow and you had to drag him away before they got into trouble. Tony somehow convinced Thor that the ghosts in the Haunted Mansion were real. It took the rest of the team reassuring him that Tony was lying before he’d believe it.

You somehow got Loki onto Splash Mountain without him finding out what the ride was called or seeing the log flume go down the water. Even he yelped at the unexpected drop after the silly little boat ride meandered its way past the story part of the ride. He shrieked at the unexpected water at the bottom of the mountain too, and glared at you when you giggled at him. “I’m wet,” he spluttered looking like an indignant cat while he wrung water out of his shirt. It just made you laugh harder. “You used me as a shield!” He complained when he noticed how dry you’d remained. You gave him an innocent look, and burst into even more giggles as he wrung the water out of his hair.

Nat almost got kicked out of the park for throwing a pickpocket. Somehow Cap got her off the hook since the pickpocket hadn’t been hurt, just detailed by a little redhead half his size. The next thing any of you knew, Nat had an army of little girls in princess dresses that she was teaching to throw proper punches to be able to beat up boys. Thor jovially played along, letting Nat demonstrate on him and congratulating the tiny shield maidens on their skills.

The entire group stopped to watch the parade. You stood on your toes, holding on to Loki for balance, trying to see over the heads of the people who kept standing in front of you. Loki drew a dagger, ready to stab the next person who stood in front of you, but Thor came up with a better solution. He lifted you and settled you so you were sitting on one of his broad shoulders. He held you in place effortlessly and you placed a hand on his other shoulder for balance and watched the parade with joy and without having your view blocked anymore. You did catch a glimpse of Clint in a nearby tree so he could see the parade from a better angle too. Loki stood next to you, his hand on your back, reassuring that he wouldn’t let you fall, neither would Thor. That didn’t stop Loki from taking your waist and lifting you down safely to your feet as soon as the parade was over, while calling Thor an oaf.

The best part about the parade was getting to meet all of the cast afterwards and getting your silly signature book filled with all of their signatures. At least that was the best part until you remembered about the movie. Through some holy combination of a ton of money, Fury and Cap being in a good mood, and the promise of good publicity, Disney had acquired the rights to make a movie about the Avengers. Apparently the characters were now part of the Disney cast at the park. They weren’t part of the parade yet, but they joined the signature meet and greet, waving to all of the guests.

You tapped Loki’s arm and drew his attention to them, laughing at his confusion. Your group went with you to get their signatures for your silly signature book. Your first stop was Disney-Loki, before he could see and recognize the group, for sheer entertainment value. The real Loki was still huffing and spluttering indignantly about the inferior copy. He didn’t follow you through the line, since he could see you perfectly well from the sideline and didn’t want to encourage the bad copy. You did.

You approached Disney-Loki and knelt before him when he turned his attention to you. It was the proper greeting after all. “Finally, a proper supplicant. Rise, Lady,” Disney-Loki bid you. “What is your-?” You rose and saw his eyes widen before he could finish asking for your name. He saw your scars and your friends and knew exactly who you were in an instant. You saw the decision and mischief in his eyes and knew whatever he did next was going to be fun. “My Lady Siren, my most sincere apologies that I failed to recognize you, my love,” he announced loudly. The team, the cast members, and all of the guests around were looking at you now because of his announcement. People cosplayed as the others, not as you, so they all knew that you were the real siren, not a fake or an actress. Disney-Loki bowed over your hand to kiss your knuckles while giving a perfectly innocent look towards where the real Loki had been standing.

“Unhand my lady, foul impostor!” Boomed Loki’s voice from behind you. You turned and saw that the real Loki was suddenly in his armor and helmet. In fact, all of the team was in uniform.

You all almost got kicked out of the park for what happened next. Disney-Loki gave you a tiny wink, you gave him a small nod in reply, you’d play along. He stepped around you, pushing you behind him to ‘safety’. “Avengers! These impostors are after our Siren!” he called. The other actors ran over to help ‘defend’ you from your friends. What followed was a giant mock-battle between the real and fake team. You stood on the sideline watching the chaos with Bruce and Happy. The moves were obviously telegraphed so the actors wouldn’t be at a disadvantage, this was just for fun after all. It still delighted the children in the crowd. The real Avengers were gracious and let themselves be ‘defeated’. After the battle, they all took bows to the applause of the crowd.

The real Loki came up to you. “Alright, darling?” he asked softly and kissed the top of your head. You nodded.

[That was fun] you told him.

The team had to stay for a little while and sign autographs. There were quite a few signature books that day that had two signatures for each member of the Avengers team.

You dozed against Loki on the monorail ride over to Epcot, where the entire team ate their way across every nation. Nat became the most useful in Epcot as she spoke every language there.

You were back at Magic Kingdom in time for the fireworks show at the end of the night. The show was gorgeous and you watched the lights in the sky, your arms wrapped around Loki, enjoying the show together.

You were swaying on your feet from exhaustion, leaning on Loki for support as you walked back to the ferry. It was too long of a day for you. You hadn’t nearly recovered from your abduction and this was the longest you’d been awake at one time, and the day was a huge whirlwind of excitement.

Somehow you stayed on your feet through getting to the hotel and changing into pajamas in the bathroom of the hotel room you were sharing with Nat. You didn’t know the rest of the sleeping arrangements right that moment, nor did you much care. Loki was waiting for you and made sure you were safely tucked in bed before he’d go to wherever he was sleeping. “Sleep well, darling,” he told you as he kissed you goodnight. “We have another long day of fun tomorrow,” he added with a grin while you mock-groaned in exhaustion at your first day of fun.

You were asleep before Nat had finished kicking him out of the room by hitting him repeatedly with one of the pillows.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #the sound of silence #nekoamamori #chapter 26

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wanna-one-imagine · 7 years ago

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Wanna-One Park Woojin School AU! (Part 1)

This will be a short series, as a paragraph-styled AU instead of a bullet point one. You can find Part 2 here. Enjoy! (You + Park Woojin)

– Your POV –

"(Y/N)!! Come down for breakfast! Don’t tell me you want to be late on your first day back?” Your mom yelled from downstairs.

It was the first day of the stress-filled junior year, but you were excited to go back to school. You called out, “coming, mom!!” and twirled downstairs in the red plaid skirt and white shirt uniform that seemed to fit you more than anyone else.

You gulped down your cereal and grabbed your backpack with the cute keychains you had just bought. You were a strong proponent of look good, feel good, and you certainly felt fresh and ready for the first day. You waved goodbye to your mom, jumped on your bike, and started pedaling to school.

“(Y/N)!!! Oh my goshhh I missed you so much!!” your best friend Jihee (A/N: another apparently popular Korean girl name lol) exclaimed as you locked up your bike on the racks. You both screamed and jumped around, hugging one another tightly, as you were unable to meet over the summer due to conflicting vacation schedules. You both walked into the school, feeling fresh. Your steps barely faltered when the whistles and howls from the school boys met your ears. They were already prepared with flowers, attempting to score some girlfriends on the first day of school. You sighed – from the first day, it was already so hectic in the school. You completely ignored all of them, not even bothering to shoot them a smile or a polite nod.

"Seriously, (Y/N),” Jihee asked as you continued down the hallways, “you can’t even give them a nod of recognition or anything? That’s too harsh,”

“I really would Jihee, but don’t you remember how that ended up working for me last year? They all thought I was into them just because I smiled, and I eventually had to be mean when rejecting them,” you explained.

Even though you had just moved to the school a year ago, you somehow found yourself at the top of the social ladder, thanks to your grades. Everyone found it interesting that the “new girl” had come and knocked Ha Minho (A/N: bear with me), the bratty and arrogant boy who had always ranked first, off his pedestal.

Ever since then, you found yourself the subject of unwanted attention, which you did appreciate at first, but ended up becoming a hassle. Jihee, the first person who befriended you when you first moved, was here before all of this happened, leaving her one of the only people you trusted at the school. But that was okay, you were still happy with having one very good friend over having many bad ones.

You took a seat in your homeroom class next to Jihee, watching the rest of the students filter into the room. Multiple students happily greeted you, and you seriously nodded to all of them. This year you had no time for funny business from anyone, as junior year was full of important placement tests and preparing for college applications.

There was one person, though, who was a stark contrast to everyone else who entered the room. You looked up in reaction to the scent of subtle but dark cologne/shower gel that smelled... good. He walked in, with a black hoodie covering most of his dyed red hair, hands in pockets. You heard some kids shudder and say “woah, scary...” in reaction. Fascinating how the human mind works, the one person who didn’t say anything to you was the one you noticed.

But your thoughts had barely any time to linger on the boy, because your homeroom teacher immediately walked in and started giving the morning announcements. The classes of the day passed by rather quickly, as you had tuned out your mathematics lecture, your best subject. Before you knew it, it was already lunch hour. You and Jihee both brought your lunch, and got ready to escape to the library to eat in peace.

“Jihee? Please come to the school office, I have some errands for you to run”, a teacher called out from the hallway. Jihee, on the student council board, motioned for you to go ahead and start eating in the library. You nodded in response, and picked up your bag and lunch to head over.

Once you had arrived, you greeted the librarian and struck up a quiet conversation about her book recommendations for the month. You had always loved reading, especially mysteries and true crime, always wanting to solve the problem before the main character did. You knew you would have minimal time to read for fun before the intensity of school began, so you wanted to grab some books before then, for what you called your “brain breaks”.

You jotted down some of the librarian’s favorite books, and quickly walked over to the mystery section in excited anticipation. The first book on the list was The Devil in the White City, a chilling historical crime novel about the horrifying murders that took place during Chicago’s 1893 world fair.

"L... La.... La... Lar....” you mumbled to yourself as your fingers traced the rows of books, searching for “Erik Larson”, the author of the book. “Is it even here...” you muttered, unable to find the book. You stopped in place, taking multiple soft strands of your hair and brushing them between your lips, a habit you had whenever you were deep in thought. You scanned the section again, eyes widening in happiness when you finally found the book you were looking for.

It was on the highest shelf, and after jumping around a bit in attempt to reach it, you had decided to find a stool to stand on in order to reach the book when suddenly you felt something warm and hard touching your back. Your head whipped around in shock, to find none other than the black hoodie kid from class reaching above you to get the book.

Your mouth dropped open, the hair that was held between your lips tumbling out. Time seemed to pass so slowly, as you looked up at his face, which was... way prettier than you expected. And that scent... it was so clear now, how had you not noticed it before?

The boy grabbed the book and began walking away, finally snapping you out of your shock. “Hey?!” you called out. The boy didn’t turn around, and kept walking as if nothing happened. You ran up to him, grabbing his clothed arm and tried your best not to scream in the library. “Why are you taking my book?!” you angrily whispered.

Finally, the boy spoke for the first time. “Your book?” His voice was deep and raspy, and you caught sight of a snaggletooth amidst his pearly white teeth. Attractive, you thought, before mentally kicking yourself. Focus, (Y/N). The book. “Last I heard, this book belongs to the school, not you,” he curtly finished, walking away from you.

You stood there in shock. Who was this kid?

Part 2

A/N: Ahhh I have no idea if this is good or not! Any feedback/comments on the length, story itself, etc. are greatly appreciated!! I hope you liked part 1 and are anticipating the next installment!

I am also working on the other requests right now, so please be patient :) Thanks for the support, everyone!

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wilbur-robinson · 5 years ago

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Petrified Slytherin Primary, Slytherin Secondary. ESTP. Type 7. Leo Sun

Archetype — The Joker

Birthday — 8/10/2003

Zodiac Sign — Leo Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Ascending

MBTI — ESTP - T (100% extroverted, 59% observant, 53% thinking, 83% prospecting, 57% turbulent)

Enneagram — Type 7 - The Enthusiast

Temperament — Sanguine

Hogwarts House — Petrified Slytherin Primary, Slytherin Secondary

Moral Alignment — Chaotic Neutral

Primary Vice — Envy

Primary Virtue — Courage

Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — Franny Robinson

Father — Cornelius Robinson

Mother’s Occupation — Jazz Musician, Professor at Pride University

Father’s Occupation — Scientist

Family Finances — Wealthy, Upper Class

Birth Order — Only Child, Adopted

Brothers — None

Sisters — None

Other Close Family — Grandpa Bud and Grandma Lucille, Uncle Gaston, Uncle Art, Uncle Fritz, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Joe, Aunt Billie, Cousin Tallulah, Cousin Laszlo, Spike and Dimitri

Best Friend — tbd

Other Friends — the Ashleys potentially, cool kids

Enemies — tbd

Pets — dog named Oz

Home Life During Childhood — very good, privileged life living in the Robinson Mansion

Town or City Name(s) — Swynlake

What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — A typical teenage boy’s room mostly. Band posters and stuff, though he does also have a genuine Andy Warhol painting that his dad got him.

Any Sports or Clubs — Forward on the football team

Favorite Toy or Game — Skateboard

Schooling — Secondary Student

Favorite Subject — Science

Popular or Loner — Popular

Important Experiences or Events — realizing he’s adopted, some of his mum’s miscarriages (really shocked him), being convinced to join the football team in primary school.

Nationality — Born Korean, but naturalized British citizen

Culture — A multicultural mish mash of things

Religion and beliefs — Atheist

Physical Appearance

Face Claim — Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Complexion — tan skin

Hair Colour — brown

Eye Colour — brown

Height — 5’9”

Build — looks thin but is fairly muscular via his sports stuff

Tattoos — none yet (but it’s a coming)

Piercings — he has his ears pierced technically. He kind of wants an eyebrow piercing or a nose piercing.

Common Hairstyle — regular boy’s haircut. Idk. He doesn’t style his hair that much. Maybe occasionally dyes it.

Clothing Style — Skinny jeans, leather jacket, tight pants as a general rule, dark sunglasses, keychains that sort of go with the whole aesthetic

Mannerisms — tbd. To be honest I tend to discover that more as I write a character.

Usual Expression — Bemused or smiling. Sometimes suspicious

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — Not usually, though he’s caught a few bad cases of the flu and he tends to be a little more susceptible to that.

Physical Ailments — None for now

Neurological Conditions — He’ll say none but he’s got some anxiety

Allergies — milk

Grooming Habits — usually he just does the bare minimum: shower, brush teeth, brush hair done. He doesn’t do too much.

Sleeping Habits — Tends to stay up kind of late, wraps himself up in several blankets

Eating Habits — He eats a lot because he works out a lot for the team so it’s really like wolfing down a ton of food all the time

Exercise Habits — Works out every day via scheduled football practice times, and extra off days to keep in shape.

Emotional Stability — Ehhh...not the most stable

Body Temperature — Normal?

Sociability — Social af

Addictions — None yet

Drug Use — None

Alcohol Use — He does drink yep

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — whining when given a task he doesn’t want to do

Good Habits — gets important things done as quickly as possible to get it over with though.

Best Characteristic — Courageous

Worst Characteristic — Envious, a little bit Greedy

Worst Memory — the first time mum miscarried that he can remember

Best Memory — Making a science project with dad

Proud of — his ability to improvise

Embarrassed by — his mum and dad

Driving Style — doesn’t drive

Strong Points — Confident, Friendly

Temperament — Sanguine

Attitude — a cocky one

Weakness — needs to be needed

Fears — that he’ll be replaced one day

Phobias — the dark. He still has a hard time getting to sleep without a little light on in his room

Secrets — he really resents his mum talking about having other kids

Regrets — not trying harder to be impressive sooner

Feels Vulnerable When — he shows emotion in front of someone. Like sad emotions I mean

Pet Peeves — being interrupted while talking

Conflicts — mum’s need for biological kids

Motivation — Wanting to be special and different

Short Term Goals and Hopes — Graduate okay and make his parents happy

Long Term Goals and Hopes — Find a career path that’s unique and his own

Sexuality — he doesn’t know yet. I think he’s probably bi but we shall see

Exercise Routine — Regular daily exercise

Day or Night Person — Night Person

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist

Likes and Styles:

Music — Alternative/Hip Hop/Nearly everything other than Jazz

Books — Eragon books, The Hunger Games, Jurassic Park

Magazines — Eh he doesn’t care about them

Foods — Spicy food

Drinks — SODA - coke especially

Animals — Cats. Tigers

Sports — Football (Soccer)

Social Issues — tbd. He’s not very aware

Favorite Saying — Do what you want. Not what everyone else thinks you should.

Color — Black

Clothing — Jeans, skinny jeans, black and gray shirts, leather jacket

Jewelry — he has some simple earrings

Games — Halo, Skating video games, video games in general

Websites — twitter, instagram

TV Shows — Game of Thrones, the Flash, Prison Break, the 100, Lost

Movies — Marvel Movies, Into the Spiderverse, action movies as a general rule

Greatest Want — to do something important that his family hasn’t already done

Greatest Need — to be accepted and loved properly

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Robinson Mansion

Household furnishings — to be discussed

Favorite Possession — The Andy Warhol painting

Most Cherished Possession — a science creation Wilbur made with his dad

Neighborhood — The Woods

Town or City Name — Swynlake

Details of Town or City — we know what Swynlake is like ok

Married Before — No

Significant Other Before — No he’s a child

Children — No lol

Relationship with Family — Decent enough

Car — None

Career — Student

Dream Career — He has no idea. Movie star maybe? Or some hard hitting journalist?

Dream Life — Continuing to live it up like he has been

Love Life — Dating around and having fun. Nothing serious.

Talents or Skills — Can skateboard and do tricks, is actually good at science and can make little inventions too, play guitar, a little bit of singing ability

Intelligence Level — Highly intelligent (but he hides it well)

Finances — Rich

Your Character’s Life Before Your Story:

Past Careers — None, he’s a student

Past Lovers — Idk he’s probably had a few dates since he was 14 but not that much.

Biggest Mistakes — Acting more entitled than he actually feels

Biggest Achievements — Completing his own science project, learning to play guitar decently well, scoring the most goals on the team last year

#about wilbur

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