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hanihazeljade · 6 months ago

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Three Idiots

Part 1 of Three Weeks

Part 3 - Three Hopes

(W/N: I am very sorry for abandoning you guys, it's just some tough shit decided to wreck my life and I just finished this while crying about the said tough shit. Anyways, have fun with this part xoxo.)

Tim takes back his words.

He wants to go back to Japan ASAP.

Might be asking,why? He once said that he can stay in Gotham for three weeks. But this bloody family makes him want to stab them. Dick always looks at him and hugs him more often than not. Jason sneaks an arm to wrap to his waist. Damian just drags him to the music room that was also now converted to Portrait Room with all of the portraits Damian paints but the grand piano still sits on the corner.

He wants to go back to the damn winter fields of Hokkaido and probably have some hot cocoa and go buy some soba. But all of this suckrifices, yes suckrifice, for Cass and if she and Stephanie divorces, he will hunt Stephanie and probably make her lose one of her four limbs, or two depending on his mood, because his anger will probably dissipated by the time he already tear her two limbs.

Dick has always and always been a cuddler. Who knows where he bloody got those arms but he is not digging information, he is retired from that shit. Jason is a sneaky little bastard whenever he wraps his arm to his waist, almost possessively. And what is he even proving that Tim is his? His, to slit Tim’s throat? And Damian, the little (not that little anymore because he is now taller than Bruce, fucking biology and genetics) shit just drag him like a damn sack of rice and he is not appreciating any second of it.

He unpacked his things and already changed into a more comfortable red cashmere turtleneck, yellow scarf and blue earmuffs as he planned to go to the Drake Manor. He knows that he practically abandoned the place but he still hire Mrs. Mac to clean it, but she retired three months ago, to rest her gracious old body and now he needs a new caretaker and it will sucks since the Drake Manor is still filled with some of the artefacts that his parents, illegally, bring back and he actually likes some of it, and he cannot afford to let those things to be stolen. So, he planned on cleaning some of the manor while visiting it. And maybe hire someone to take care of it.

He was about to go out of the Wayne Manor, when Jason suddenly spawn before him. How are we sure that he is not a meta? Or am I just really rusty? “Hello, Jason.” he greeted as he walked past the man but Jason seemed like didn’t get the memo that he didn't want to talk to him, as the man grabbed his wrist and made him go back to where he was.

“Where are you going, Timbo?” Jason asked as he looked at Tim’s outfit.

“Outside.” He shrugged at the bigger man.

“It's 45 degrees outside.” Jason reasoned but Tim lives in Hokkaido.

“And in Japan, it hits ‘til 35. I’ll live, Jason.” He waved to the man and restarted his walk to the door.

Jason gripped gets tighter, “Uh, nuh uh, Timmerly. You stay here.” he said as he dragged him back.

“Ugh, Jay! I will be next door, so calm your paranoia, seriously you are being a Bruce like now.” he whined, where is Alfred when he needs him? Oh yeah, right. Never.

“Did you just use Bruce as a verb? And I am very offended by that.” Jason scoffed.

“Then let me go to my childhood home, hmm?” he smiled, a smile filled with ‘let me fucking go’.

Jason didn’t get it because he said, “Wait for me, I’ll be dressed in 5.”

“You are not…” and the man was already out of his sight, he sighed, “...invited.” he rolled his eyes.

He starts contemplating whether or not to wait for Jason but then he decides that he doesn’t want to know any of the consequences of his actions so he decides to wait for the man. He pulled his phone out and started to scroll to his Instagram, not Twitter, he doesn’t like how aggressive Twitter can be. He is laughing silently at one of the relatable reels when he sees Jason in the corner of his eyes.

He didn't say anything as he went to the door and let Jason follow him.

“You are not gonna talk to me while we take this 15 minute walk, TimTam?” Jason asked as he caught up with Tim, and Tim ignored him.

“Hey, Timmy TimTam, talk to me.” he whined, holy shit is he being a Dick right now?

“If you want someone to talk with, you can go and talk to Bruce,” he said.

“And what? Let the two of us have an awkward staring contest?”

“Maybe, or go talk to Dick. Maybe it will improve your social skills, Mr. Todd.”

“Nah, I'd rather die again than to have a talk with Dickie.”

“Where is he anyways?”

“He is in Wayne Enterprise to pissed Damian off, he said it was his duty as an older brother.”

“I wonder if he will still have his limbs still intact.”

“Maybe. But then it was Dickie so probably he will.”

They got to the driveway of the Drake Manor and the snow piled as no one swept the snow. He tried to walk over the snow but he was suddenly carried like a sack of potatoes and Jason started to move like a tractor and no, Tim is not envious.

“Stop pouting, Timmy. It’s not your fault you are small.”

Tim hit him, “I am not small, I am average, above average actually, you and your family are just giants.”

“Where is the key?” Jason said as he stepped to the porch of the Drake Manor.

“I have it with me.” Tim said as he tried to get the key inside his back pocket while still being carried like a sack of potatoes by Jason. But Jason beat him to it since Jason already got the key to his back pocket and opened the door of the manor with one hand.

Jason put him down after he opened the door. Dust accumulated everywhere after three months of not being clean.

“You need something around here, Timbo?” Jason said as he looked around the dusty Manor.

“No, I just planned on hanging around here and maybe cleaning. I really need someone to clean the manor.”

“Why not just sell it? Maintenance is an expensive thing to do in this type of house."

“And let the only connection towards my parents be gone? Don’t be ridiculous, Jason.” Tim rolled his eyes at the dumb idiot in front of him.

“You still consider them family? Really, Timmerly?” Jason snickered, definitely remembering the talk of how shitty Tim's parents are.

Tim clenched his fist, ‘It’s not fucking worth it, Timothy. Don’t waste your breath on that shit.’ He thought and just calmly replied, “They love me, Jason. Not like how Bruce loves his sons, but my mother loves me and my father loves me. I know of it.” he said with so much grace.

“Still, your parents are kind of shitty —” Jason is still trying to fight his narrative. After all, he also has shitty parents. Maybe Tim and him can bond over those facts.

“Jason.” Tim interrupted him, “If you are not gonna help me clean or dust the furniture, get out. I don’t need you.”

Jason brings his hand onto the air as a sign of surrendering and asks Tim if he knows where the cleaning supplies are.

The two start on cleaning, mainly just dusting around, since no one actually makes a mess to an unlived house. Seconds of cleaning turn into minutes turn into hours. They didn’t know how long they were cleaning until Jason told him it was past lunch time. Tim looks at his watch with the reading of 2:14, they have been cleaning for almost 4 hours.

“Let’s go, Timberina. Alfred probably makes some kickass soup.” Jason said as he put away the cleaning supplies and dragged Tim back to Wayne Manor, before even Tim could protest.

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Four days in Gotham and his sanity is already giving up.

Jason is being a bitch, Dick is being a jerk, Bruce is being overprotective, Cass and Steph are being a couple, Alfred is making s’mores, and Damian is being… non-Damian.

Wherever he goes and if Damian is in the Manor, he is always in Timothy’s peripherals. He considered smacking the man but he rather not wanted to die seventeen days before Cass’ wedding. He wants to see his sister walk down the aisle.

Damian though is not behaving what he was like seven years ago, which is good. Tim doesn't want this beast to throw knives at him at any given moment, he may have years of training but all of them are pretty much useless as he doesn’t use them anymore.

The thing is that Tim hates how everyone just kept on observing him, goddammit. It is his job to observe anyone, not to let anyone observe him, unless they will get him laid.

So when Tim was cleaning his camera to take some pictures to add in his personal portfolio, he can’t have Damian lingering into his visions.

“You know it’s creepy to stare at someone, right?” He called Damian out while cleaning the lenses. He wanted to focus because these lenses are so sensitive but Damian is just taking out all of his concentration and it is frustrating every single nerve he has.

“Tt. I am not staring at you.” Damian replied and walked closer to Timothy and sat next to Timothy. Still actively watching the man to clean his lenses.

“Sure, you don’t.” Tim rolled his eyes. He may be out of this game for so long but he is still very much able to detect lies.

“I am not, clear your mind, Timothy.” Damian said as he tucked a stray hair off Timothy’s face, noticing the light sheen of red in the black locks.

“What do you want, brat?” Timothy asked as he set down the camera lens he was holding and looked at the huge behemoth in front of him.

“I see that you are preparing to take photos, and I am offering a proposition to paint with you.” Damian said, definitely not ordering or demanding Tim.

“We have a whole different thing to do, Damian.”

“I could be your model, and you can be my model.”

“I am not posing for the same pose for hours, Damian. And I already have a subject model in my mind.”

“And that is?”

“Me.” Tim smiled. This bastard really just thinks that he can’t do that, HA! Tim is a badass at taking self-portraits photographs. Fuck you, Damian. He just left the stunned demon there and started walking away to go to Alfred’s greenhouse. He has never been there, because they surprised Alfred five years ago with a greenhouse for him to rest or just have some peace, after all, Alfred is getting old.

He put down his fucking expensive ass tripod that he got during his trip in mall in Tokyo, and start prepping to take his self portrait shot. The flowers and the overall fauna here will make Ivy jealous, or maybe Alfred and Ivy actually having tea together to share different ways to take care of plants, but he doesn’t care actually.

He was inside the greenhouse until the sun set. Now, there has no natural lighting and his photos are kind of wonky. Blergh, he hates it. It’s one of his ick in photography, after all, night photography just triggers some bad crap in his sanity.

He starts to tidy up his equipment and get out of the greenhouse and go to his room. But as he went inside the manor there was silence. ‘Maybe they decided to eat out then” Tim thought as he shrugged and went to his room to deposit his equipment.

He walked to the kitchen with two packets of tantanmen and he still didn't see anyone, so he grinned, no one is going to stop him from having ramen as his dinner. He grabbed the pot and started boiling water and he opened the packets and the seasoning inside it. He scavenges Alfred’s fridge and sees some carrots and cabbage and he starts prepping them, and he opens the freezer and it seems like Alfred just finished doing groceries on the meat section as there is a new pack of meat, well… sorry Alfred but Tim will have it.

After 15 minutes of meticulously crafting this ramen, he finally grabbed the pot and went to the dining table. He opened the pot and grabbed the chopsticks that he grabbed somewhere, doesn’t know why they have a ceramic chopstick but Tim is not complaining and started eating. Best ramen that he made it, probably because of the half pound of meat there, but he will eat it though.

After he ate, he washed the dishes and he started walking to let his metabolism work and as he walked he had a hit of nostalgia. A huge house with him in it, he shivers at the thought and ends up in the portrait room. He opened the lights and different artworks of Damian were there, staring at him. It feels like the portraits in Harry Potter, it’s fucking eerie. He was about to leave but the grand piano in the hidden corner of the room enticed him.

He opened the seemingly left up piano and he tried some basic keys and the piano is still properly tuned. He sat down on the stool and he tried some classicals when his fingers started to play a familiar tune, when he finally remembered what song it was he started all over again. He starts with the F then C to D minor and A minor and the B flat. He remembered this song. After all, this is the song he dedicated to his parents.

Like My Father

Song by JAX

I wanna come home to roses

And dirty little notes on Post-its

And when my hair starts turning grey

He'll say I'm like a fine wine, better with age

I guess I learned it from my parents

That true love starts with friendship

A kiss on the forehead, a date night

Fake an apology after a fight

It was publicised how negligent his parents were. The truth is that they are parents that Tim will never swap to someone. His parents are the best. Sure they are not physically there but they care about him, they care about his happiness but he also cared about their happiness

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He remembers playing the piano whenever they start swaying to their living room, and after they finish dancing with each other, his mother will pull Tim with them as his father will put a record in the gramophone and they will dance in circles. It was fun, he remembered the way his father would carry him after they finished as he was so tired of dancing, they would tuck them in and kiss his forehead and tell him “good night”.

I want a road trip in the summers

I wanna make fun of each other

I wanna rock out to Billy Joel

And flip our kids off when they call us old

He'll accidentally burn our dinner

And let me be the Scrabble winner

And when my body changes shapes

He'll say, "Oh my God, you look hot today"

He is never allowed on their road trips, as Tim is more prone to getting sunburned after living in Gotham for so long. But he is fine with that, their road trips are not Tim’s style and he knows that because they bring Tim one time and he was never ever going road tripping with his parents, they are disgustingly sweet but also at the same time wild. It is a shock that they haven’t gotten a ticket or even got banned in one of the states. And also their music taste clashed with Tim’s classical one.

I need a man who's patient and kind

Gets out of the car and holds the door

I wanna slow dance in the living room like

We're eighteen at senior prom and grow

Old with someone who makes me feel young

I need a man who loves me like

My father loves my mom

He missed his parents. He missed how his mom would hug his worries away. He missed how his father would keep on holding his hands whenever he was unsure of what was happening. He missed the way his parents looked at him whenever he finished a task that was so easy. He missed the way they comforted him whenever he got a bad grade. He missed how they encouraged him to sleep with them whenever he had a nightmare. God, he missed his parents.

He was still playing the piano as a wave of loneliness filled him, maybe he really should visit his parents tomorrow. He already abandoned them for so many years and he needs to love them more.

When he stopped playing, he heard clapping behind him. He looked around and he saw Jason, Damian and Cass together. Cass ran to him and hugged him.

“Beautiful.” she simply said.

“Where do you get that voice, Baby Bird?” Jason said as he walked over to them and Damian followed him.

“I didn’t know you play the piano, Timothy.” Damian asked.

“I was an ordinary rich white boy before becoming Robin, of course I know how to sing and play instruments. And it also doesn’t help that I am at least a quarter asian. I need to live up to the stereotype.” Tim jokes.

“You are definitely killing it Timmy.”

“Sing at my wedding?” Cass asked, making Tim flustered. Tim read the invitation and most of the people that have special standing in the weddings are from the caped community and Tim just hates all most of them.

“I dunno. I am kind of shy, when it comes to that.” Tim just nervously chuckled and he saw Cass pouting. “Oh yeah, what is your wedding motif?” Tim tried to distract them and it clearly worked.

“What is the motif?! The wedding is in three weeks, Timmy!”

“Yeah? And you also know that in the power of Bruce Wayne they can do it in three days?” He rolled his eyes, this family is so dramatic.

#tim drake #fanfic #chaotic tim drake #unhinged tim drake #dcu #jason todd #damian wayne #timothy jackson drake #cassandra cain #song #by JAX

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lxkeeeee · 2 years ago

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ADDICTION

Scaramouche x FEM! Reader

synopsis: Scaramouche, the sixth member of the Fatui Harbingers—he is known by his subordinates and colleagues as cruel, mean, manipulative and evil. So they often wonder why he has a wife and whether if he's treating her properly like a good husband wood which they think is unlikely. They just don't know how well he treats her behind closed doors.

genre: suggestive fluff, implies they had sex.

notes: reader is a kitsune in this story, they first met each other outside the domain scaramouche was abandoned in and she just tagged along since she was also young and now she's stuck with him lmao. They are the same height btw, Childe teases both of them.

Scaramouche just looked at his subordinate who is visibly shaking in fear as he read his report, the Balladeer just groaned in annoyance—barely understanding what the guy just said and he is starting to lose his self control on killing him right now. He took a deep breath before glaring daggers at the guy, the poor low rank fatuu just flinched.

“Enough! I had enough with listening to you babbling with such nonsense, leave my office before I'll kill you” he orders, as the air inside his office started to feel tingling as electro started to spark in his hand. The low rank subordinate flinched. The Balladeer's eyes became colder, “Fucking leave immediately.” He ordered, voice threatening as small cackle of electricity can be heard.

The low rank subordinate flinched once more before he took a small bow and quick “excuse me.” before immediately darting to the door, slamming it in the process.

He sighs, taking his large hat off as he runs his fingers through his scalp. Taking deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down.

His eyes darted to the door right next to his desk, he first locked the door that access his office before walking towards the door next to his desk, he took a deep breath as he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” a feminine voice calls out from the other side of the door, her voice muffled. Scaramouche clears his throat before answering, “Its me, can I come in?” he asked before he hears the door opening, his purple eyes staring at [e/c] ones, he was wearing heavy and thick coats to fight the coldness of Snezhnaya—the cold increasing especially inside the very palace of the Cryo Archon. She gave him a teasing smile, a soft whistle escaping her lips.

“Have I ever told you that you looked very attractive in your winter outfit?” she says and Scaramouche just rolled his eyes, “Yes, you've told me 12 times already, make it 13 because you just told me again” he deadpans before passing through the door—then closing and locking it. Immediately feeling the warmth of the heater inside their shared bedroom. She just laughs at his statement.

Their bedroom is actually very large, it can fit two people, a shower and bathroom, a kitchen and a small living room.

He immediately discarded his coat revealing the black sleeveless turtleneck underneath, then proceeded to hung the ridiculously heavy coat and along his hat in one of the coat hangers near the door.

He sighs and she could look at him in worry, “Whats troubling you, my love?” she asked, immediately engulfing the man in a hug, her fox ears laying flat on her head.

Usually if strangers would just casually hug him, they would be killed on the spot—Fortunately, it's his wife that's hugging him and he just melts.

He buries his face at the crook of her neck, immediately inhaling her perfume which relaxes his tense muscles. He can feel her drawing circles at his back.

“Just some of my annoying subordinates, I managed not to kill him this time since you told me not to.” he huffs in annoyance, a small tone of pride in his voice for managing to do what she asked him.

You just laughed as your fox ears stood up as you did so, you softly clap your hands.

“Good job darling, you managed to control your emotions this time.” She says engulfing him in a tight hug, his face still buried at the crook of her neck.

He just sighs before immediately kissing her neck. She just chuckles as she felt the featherlight kisses he's doing to her skin, “Why are you so addicted to kissing me there? Last time it was filled with so many hickies” She whines and he just chuckles, “Because it's my favorite spot and it smells so good.” he bluntly say before immediately diving back in to kiss her neck once more, occasionally sucking on the said skin.

Both you stood there, soft moans escaping her lips as the man continue to leave marks all over her neck.

“Woah, woah, slow down love, don't get too excited” She says as he gently pushed away her husband and he just looked at her in annoyance, a small huff leaving his lips.

“Why did you stop me?” he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice and she just looked at him with a deadpanned expression.

“You really can't control yourself, you can't even wait till we get back to our bedroom.” She says, an amused tone in her voice.

“And?” he says and she just deadpans before slowly intertwining their hands together, she gently pulled the man towards their shared bedroom.

In which Scaramouche immediately pushed her into their shared bed, her back hitting the soft mattress.

A soft “eep” was heard from her as she did so.

Scaramouche quickly occupies the empty space beside her, his hands immediate cupping her face as he immediately leaned down to give her passionate kiss on the lips, she moaned as she felt his tongue slipped into her mouth—exploring every crevices.

Scaramouche can never get tired of kissing you, he lost count of how many times he has kissed you since you guys got married, despite being married how many years ago, he never gets tired from kissing you and in fact he falls even more inlove with her everyday. You are the only constant in his life.

Archons, you taste and feel so good, your muffled moans are like music to his ears. The way your hands was placed on his chest, was adorable—he can never get enough from you.

He pulls away and looks at her dazed expression, he just chuckles before giving her a quick peck on the lips, his hands still holding her face, thumbs rubbing her cheeks.

She pouts and Scaramouche just chuckled, his once usual cold and heartless look on his eyes—the one his subordinates are familiar with is gone, replaced with ones that are filled with so much love and adoration.

“Don't you still have a meeting to do?” she asked and he deadpans, “I'll ditch that stupid meeting.” he says as he nuzzles his face at the crook of her neck, immediately feeling relaxed as he did so.

She just sighs as she didn't question him, already used to whatever bullshit he does. She knows because she's married to him.

She let out a small yelp as she felt herself get pulled down, her [e/c] eyes widening as she sees her husband getting on top her, her eyes landing on his exposed arms—so firm and so attractive. His legs placed in between her thighs and his his arms locking her in place.

She just looks at his grinning face and eventually sighs before tilting her head. Scaramouche's eyes glint in excitement as he immediately leaned down and started to pepper her neck with so many kisses, gentle licks and occasional bites.

They've been doing this for so many years now, Scaramouche formed an addiction to kissing his wife—especially her neck. But despite that, his kisses always left a fluttering feeling in her stomach as soft moans escaping her lips. But despite that, Scaramouche never got tired with kissing his wife, getting more and more addicted to her—like man dying of starvation, if doesn't get an opportunity to kiss her every damn second.

He loves her but he gets incredibly embarrassed to admit it in public so he didn't tell anyone and he doesn't care if other people think he's not doing a great job as a husband but in his opinion he is doing a damn good job at it.

His kisses slowly trails up to her jaw, kissing every inch of her jawline before pulling her close to him to give her a long and sensual kiss on the lips. He uses his thumb to pull her bottom lip down, their eyes never leaving each other—both dark with want.

“The meeting is gonna be boring anyways, I'll rather have fun with you, my dear wife.”

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This will have other one shots connecting to this story.

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #fanfic #fluff #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche smut #scaramouche drabble #banner by cafekitsune

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milky-fixx · 2 years ago

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Thinking about 💌☕️🥃 w Todoroki 🤭

shouto todoroki—;

💌 = your secret Santa has a confession to make

There are two notes attached to your gift. The first one is brief:

“Hello,

Please enjoy this gift.

- Todoroki”

The second one is longer, the writing increasingly scribbled and sloppy, as if the person writing it had to do so in a rush.

“Hey again,

It’s Todoroki. I got this gift for you because it’s sweet. You are also… sweet. Not to the point where it gives you cavities though. Just a good amount.

Oh, wait. I think I used that line wrong. Midoriya is shaking his head at me. Kaminari is laughing. Sorry.

Let’s try again.

You’re so sweet… baby(?) You might give me a toothache. Hmm, that would hurt.

…That also sounds wrong. Damnit.

I will have to stop taking advice from my friends. Clearly they don’t know what they’re doing. I guess I’ll try this my way.

Being around you makes my stomach churn, like I’m about to throw up. Makes my heart pound louder, as if I’m about to collapse. Makes my right side feel warmer, even though it should stay cold. I can’t deal with it anymore. It’s quite irksome.

I like you. Go out with me?”

☕️ = how they stay warm during the winter

Todoroki’s learned to regulate his own body temperature with his Quirk, so he doesn’t get cold really. He does own lots of fleece sweaters and turtlenecks that help him stay warm during the winter months.

Warning—if you mention you’re cold, he will buy you some of your own. Fashion is not something he worries about when it comes to staying warm and comfortable. Yes, he might gift you the most shapeless jackets and sweaters known to man, but are you still cold? He didn’t think so.

Ah, but if you want a more romantic solution? He’s not opposed to having you cuddle up against his left side, which naturally runs warmer. He’s confused about why you’re so insistent on snuggling up to his left side, but once you explain why, he’s happy to keep you warm.

🥃 = wild card: spiked eggnog

Todoroki’s mouth molds against yours insistently, the door slamming shut behind the two of you. You can taste the eggnog on his tongue, sweet and creamy, with a hint of a kick.

You recall that Mina mentioned she added a special ingredient to the eggnog with a wink. And Todoroki unknowingly had a whole cup of it.

He pulls back first, breathing heavily against your lips, resting his forehead on yours. His mismatched gaze sears right through you.

“Bed,” he says decisively, leaving no room for interpretation. “Now.”

#shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mild not sfw #tati writes #100 follower event

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seth-whumps · 5 months ago

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I HAVE SOME MORE QUESTIONS! this is more appearance based because i love getting to know characters through how they look so HERE WE GO!

what is the first think someone would notice about each of their faces? what's their most prominent feature?

what clothes are they typically wearing while on the mission?

any significant accessories? i know you mentioned frey's sword but i also wonder about the others...

and thats it! i know its 4 characters so a lot of responses so feel free to skip over ones that don't have a clear answer!!

HI HI HI!!!!! so sorry this one took a while to do but i am rotating them rotating them

very long post. honk honk bonk bonk

Most prominent feature on their face -

Winter is interesting in that his most prominent feature is the lack of prominent features. His skin is smooth as glass, not a blemish or beauty mark or freckle in place. He wears no earrings, owns no scars, not even birthmarks. It's striking, and reminiscent of someone raising a doll--not a single imperfection is allowed. (He has freckles on the picrew, but I have recalled that.)

Frey is rather the opposite of Winter. They have freckles across their face, and a beauty mark under their left eye. However, they hold their expression at an impeccable poker face. The first thing you'd notice is how calm and unbothered their face is, despite whatever situation unfolds around them. It's odd. Possibly unsettling.

Minnow is the easiest answer here, surprisingly. The right side of their face down their neck and right arm is almost cracked, like ice on a lake. There are patterns that mimick leaves growing off the cracks, similar to a branch or twig, but if you're close enough to see, the cracks are embedded into the skin.

Cor looks fairly severe at all times, but not necessarily in a stand-out-in-a-crowd way. If you were to watch him use his kinesthetic sense, though, you'd watch his intense blue eyes turn into galaxies, endless and vast and swirling. It's rather enchanting.

Clothes -

Winter, as with all of them, has his own "color". He's the red of the group. Regal, and when paired with his name, tends to invoke the imagery of blood in pure white snow, which is how he feels about his bloodline at the moment. He wears a now tattered white ruffle shirt and a red vest over the top, with a fur cloak for bad temperatures (of which happens often). He loses his neckpiece three days into his journey, by the way.

Frey wears their royal guard outfit, tailored specifically to code them as the right hand to a royal. However, when trying to blend in, they swap everything out for black, and wrap a cloak around them in deep navy. This is usually when they're out as Donnie instead of Frey.

Minnow wears white. You'll often see it molded to their shape, with layers of solid and transparent mesh or smooth silk. It blends in with lighter bodies of water, allowing her more of a hiding place when certain pesky monster hunters come by.

Cor wears an adventurer's outfit, worn with age. The button up and vest are added for warmth, when the kingdom is cooler than normal. Otherwise, it's a black turtleneck and their jacket, accessories of gold, and black gloves.

Accessories -

Winter carries a brooch. It's a small thing, fashioned in the shape of a butterfly, with a beautiful red gem in the center, set in gold, slightly broken and heavily worn. So he keeps it in a hidden front pocket on the inside of his vest. It's a warm steady comfort to him. And, oddly, it's meant for wearing in hair. Winter never wears accessories in his hair other than a crown if he must...

Frey carries their uncle's forged sword, yes, but there's also a familiar satchel on their wasteland. Now it carries potions, money, and a small poisoned dagger, instead of the healing herbs it used to way back when.

Minnow's necklace is a collection of pieces foraged at the bottom of his pond. Mortals throw things into water for wishes, or to appease spirits (or fae) nearby, and if they're honest, Minnie is lonely sometimes. So in her boredom, she made herself a necklace of pearls, trinkets and offerings thrown in the bottom of her pond.

Cor's most prized possession is a compass. He wears it in the same place one would wear a pocket watch, and it's scratched but still reliable, silver and steady. It's a gift from a long, long time ago, back when he was still just the human kid across the street, back before his eyes were galaxies. He feels guilty, still holding onto it.

THANK YOU BUG THANK YOU!!!!! please feel free to send in more asks i loved this one it was so so fun!!!

#temporary royalverse tag #coronacht price #winter monroe #minnow / minnie #frey donigan #not whump

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not-that-dillinger · 9 months ago

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Senses and other Specifics:

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Lavender and cedar! He doesn't wear cologne or perfume, but he likes scented soaps.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? His hands tend to be slightly warm, but on the drier side, thanks to LA's climate.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Not enough, lol. It depends on how many spoons he can allocate to cooking and eating, though unfortunately there's relatively little variation because of his allergies. He knows what's safe, and does not often vary from that. Breakfast specifically depends on spoon allocation; on his worst days it's nothing; when he has very few spoons, it's just a London fog latte. When he's well rested and has the energy to spare for it, he likes to make omelettes and scrambles. Lunch depends on how busy his schedule is, and if he remembers to eat. He likes noodle soups, but it has to be rice, soba, or other types of gluten free starches. He eats a lot of rice and gluten free pastas because they're easy to cook. Gnocchi is also a favorite. When he has energy, he likes international food, and particularly mexican, Thai, and Indian. He likes spice, even though his tolerance for it is pretty low. He also typically has a number of frozen meals and canned soups on hand for dinner because he usually does not have much energy left if/when he gets home. Ironically, though he forgets to eat, he is VERY hydrated... specifically, he's almost always seen with a mug of hot tea. (Would have a fun time with Uncle Iroh if he ever got thrown into the ATLA universe).

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Yes. He picked up singing in high school because the theatre club was doing a musical, and then he particularly got into musical theatre in college. His favorite musical is Les Mis and he knows all of Javert's and Jean Valjean's parts by memory. (He definitely does not feel some sort of connection to javert and this has absolutely nothing to do with how he views himself. And no, he absolutely does note see any similarities between himself and Valjean what are you talking about.)

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? He tends to excessively clean/polish his glasses when he's nervous, made sure he lost or never developed bad habits as a kid. If we're calling drug abuse a bad habit, he did have that in college for a short while, though.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? On the more formal side of business casual or the more casual side of business formal when he's at work, the latter particularly for board meetings. When he's not, it's usually jeans and either a t-shirts, casual button down shirts, or turtleneck sweaters in the winter.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? When he trusts someone, yes. He particularly likes to hug and cuddle. One of his other love languages is knitting/crocheting blankets for the people he cares about, but do not under any circumstances ask if he made it or suggest that he did.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Slumped over his desk with his keyboard as a pillow, to wake up having accidentally written a few thousand lines of gibberish code, more often than not. Or in the universe he exists in with @evecolourshock, in a tangle of limbs with his siblings. When he does actually manage to make it to bed, it's either curled up in a ball as small as he can or on his stomach with his arms crossed over (under?) his chest, face turned to the side.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? In theory, if he wanted to. His father demanded that he was always quiet when he was little, so being loud makes him anxious. Theatre helped him learn to project his voice, though there are only a few specific spaces where he's comfortable doing so.

Taking up @the-expatriate's invitation to do this one.

Tagging: @starstruckxstray (tagging you only once so I don't bombard your notes, but for Kero and/or Shikoba, whoever you'd like respond for), @evecolourshock, @occupationallyhazardous (for any of your muses from any of your blogs), @iamnoprogram, @computerwarrior, @enforcerrinzler, and @riinzler, if you'd like. As always, no pressure if you don't want to for any reason. Also "tagging" anyone who sees this and would like to do it. Feel free to tag me in your muse's results in a separate post. Please don't reblog this one from me, thanks!

#the voice from the void #edcanons

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princess-of-the-corner · 10 months ago

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Idea for wholesome Todoroki's. Enji and Touya can overheat quickly. Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsuo can get too cold very quickly. Shouto has both issues for each side. They all help each with casual touches, Fuyumi putting her hands on Touya's neck to cool him down, Enji keeping Rei warm through winter (he's almost unbearable in the summer though), and the family keeping watch on Shouto to see if he needs hot or cold hands at moment.

Okay on one hand yes but also there's fuckery of like. The opposite actually! In like. At least in CC it's

Everyone's immune to their own temperature. So Rei is the 'wears shorts in a blizzard' type while Enji is the 'turtleneck in summer' kind of person.

However! They actually do very bad with the /opposite/ temperature! It makes them ache-y and lethargic and it's harder to use their own Quirk. It also effects their mental health to an extent, being more prone to positive/negative during their own/the opposite weather. (this actually gets REAL fun during the 'Miku yeets the gang' plots where they're tossed to a Time where the weather may be vastly different).

So like it still works in everyone being together and adjusting the temperature as needed!

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skzhocomments · 5 months ago

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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 4 - Uncanny resemblance

General masterlist

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad | AO3

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

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Chapter 4 - Uncanny resemblance

chapter word count: ~3.1k words

~Jieun’s POV~

Raindrops crash mercilessly against my bedroom window as I wake up for yet another week of work. Looking outside, the bare trees are swaying in the powerful wind, signalling a harsh late autumn. The carpet of leaves long dried has been completely swept away by now, only the grey sidewalk and some discarded empty, worn-out grocery bags remaining in their place.

The beginning of winter is always this way; cold, grey, empty. The cold makes it difficult to get out of my warm bed, to let go of my fluffy blanket and put on some warmer clothes just to face the weather outside.

A warm drink would be nice. I think, so I make my way towards the kitchen and put the kettle on, brewing some mint tea. The whole house is cold, and I curse myself for not turning on the heat so far into November.

The water starts boiling quickly enough, and I pour it all into a small mug, letting it cool off while I start getting changed.

Great attire. Just perfect for a teacher. I scoff, watching my naked self in the mirror. Purple hickeys form an intricate pattern on this skin that I like to call home, all the way from my neck to my abdomen, and I once again have to grab a turtleneck, making a mental note to tell Charisma to stop marking his way into my skin so much; at least around the neck and cleavage.

Charisma

He booked me again for Saturday. Of course, I read his form, and sent mine back almost immediately, as I always do. As ironic as it sounds, noting that he’s a customer and I’m his whore, I don’t want to lose him. The financial relief he’s providing me is my new-found blanket of comfort, what keeps me warm in mornings as cold as this one.

What pays for my grandmother’s hospital bills, that are getting more expensive each time I visit, when the doctor suggests something new.

I would be lying if I said I only want to meet him for money, though. Of course, this is how we started.

We. I almost laugh out loud. There’s no we. He just likes seeing me because I help him get off, and I like seeing him because…

Because you like him, dumbass.

Yes, that’s it. I like him – I finally admit to myself.

I like Charisma, for how well he’s taking care of me each time we meet, for how he holds me during sex – and after. For our little written interactions. For his curiosity about my favourite colour.

I like him, and I want to keep seeing him, even if I don’t see him.

They say you can fall in love with someone just by hearing their voice – even if you’ve never met them, and you’ll perhaps never meet them. Can’t you fall in love with a body you can hold, that touches you so tenderly, like you’d break if they wouldn’t be careful enough? Is it that hard to grasp? Even if you’ve never seen them, and you’ll perhaps never see them.

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CHARISMA – personal form

THINGS I ENJOY: Flame. I miss you already. Cuddling next to you in this cold weather is apparently the best thing. I don’t want to creep you out, though, or have you laugh at me for feeling what I’m feeling, so I’ll leave it at that. Meet me Saturday?

THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: The usual, no kissing on the lips.

CONDOM / NO CONDOM: no condom

SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: Wear maybe a short skirt? No heels, be comfortable.

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FLAME – personal form

THINGS I ENJOY: Charisma, I’ve told you my favourite colour, haven’t I? It’s only fair you’d tell me yours. Please write it in the review after our next date. Let’s have a good time on Saturday, like always.

THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: -

CONDOM / NO CONDOM: no condom

SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: -

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I exited my apartment and hugged myself and my umbrella on the way to school. Saturday felt so far away.

Going to work, I kept thinking about Charisma. What was his job? Was he also out in the rain so early in the morning, hugging himself to shelter away from the cold as well?

Were we any similar, or was our only similarity the need for intimacy so obvious in our messages to each other?

What was his favourite colour? Food? Place to go on rainy days like this one?

Was he also troubled by many things out of his control, as I was with my grandmother?

Did he live a happy life, have a family, perhaps?

What did he mean by ‘feeling what I’m feeling’?

Was his other side of the empty in the morning, and if so, did he also think of me when getting out of bed?

So many questions in my head made the way to school feel shorter, and I was now seated in my empty classroom, waiting for the kids to arrive.

As usual, Nari was the first to come, running happily towards me and asking for a hug, which I was also happy to provide.

“Miss, is your throat sore again?” She asked with a frown, her big, brown eyes glowing like two orbs of light in the room’s white neon bulbs.

“No, Nari, don’t worry. It’s just really cold outside, so I thought to dress warmer.” I pointed out, looking briefly through the window, the rain still as ruthless as when I left my apartment earlier.

“Good morning.” Mr. Choi’s voice resonated through the classroom, making me turn my head to the door. Seeing him every morning was one of the highlights of the day, because it was such a funny contrast. Always dressed to impress, tall, muscular, handsome, carrying a small pink backpack for his daughter.

Cute.

“Good morning.” I smiled, watching as he approached my desk and placed a large cup on it.

“For you.” He nudged me to take it. “Warm tea is the best on such a cold morning.”

“Indeed.” I smiled again, remembering my mint tea mug left discarded on the kitchen table, forgotten and probably ice cold by now. “Thank you.”

I took a sip of the tea, and I felt myself getting warmer as well.

“No worries. I have a favour to ask.”

I raised an eyebrow and urged him to continue.

“I have a meeting until 5… every day until the end of the month…” He looked at me sheepishly.

“Oh, so this was a bribe?” I asked, amused, and held the cup in the air, shaking it slightly.

“No.” He shook his head. “It was just a nice gesture. I don’t know how to handle pick-up. Nari doesn’t like babysitters, and-”

“I was joking. It’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“But keeping you so late every day… I really don’t know what to do.”

“You know, there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” I stood up, and went in front of him, throwing a look in Nari’s way to see her already getting started on a small art project at her desk. “Nari is always drawing and painting…”

“Just like her mom.” He smiled, his eyes holding a melancholy I didn’t quite get.

“Have you thought of… enrolling her in an Arts after school? There’s an academy not even 5 minutes from here, and I think it would be really beneficial for her to work on her craft there, instead of here. I don’t know enough about art to be helpful to her.”

“Really? Do you think she’d be a good fit?” He asked, sceptical.

“I mean, again… I don’t know anything about art, but her talent is remarkable even for my untrained eye. I looked it up, and got a brochure for you…” I grabbed my bag and searched around until I found it and handed it to him.

“Okay… 16:00-18:00? That would be perfect. But still… who would take her? Maybe she wouldn’t mind a babysitter that much, or I can ask my mother-”

“That’s fine, it’s on my way home, and I pass by it every day. I could drop her off after pick-up is done here.”

“Really? Would you do that?” He asked, his eyes growing large.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind it.”

“I’m gonna go sign her in right now, then, and we’ll see if she likes it after a month!”

“That’s great.” I smiled.

“Thank you so much. Really.”

“Should bring me more than a tea next time, for the great advice I give you.” I shrugged, and we both started laughing loudly enough for Nari to asks us what’s so funny.

After explaining everything about the potential art class to her, Mr. Choi left, leaving behind a very excited Nari.

My days were filled to the brim with work, and afterwards I would drop Nari off at the Art School, just as I promised Mr. Choi. With such a full schedule, Saturday rolled around quickly enough, and I found myself once more in the middle of the dark room, waiting for Charisma’s arrival.

He only booked me for 2 hours tonight, which must mean he’s busy. Still, I didn’t mind it. Even an hour would suffice, as long as I could keep seeing him.

Don’t be pathetic, Jieun. He’s just like an employer, basically. I would tell myself, but of course, I wouldn’t listen anyway.

Charisma opened the door and came directly to me, his arms circling around my waist, pulling me close to him. I was bolder this time, so I grabbed his face with my hands and placed my thumbs on his lips, covering them, then pressed my mouth against them.

I couldn’t kiss him, but this felt close enough.

He held me tighter.

Just like usual, he felt me up, his fingers trailing down my body. He examined my top, a ruffled blouse with its shoulders cut. I tried to use textures and wear something different this time, to make it harder for him to imagine me. Since his hands lingered on it for a while, it must’ve worked.

Then, his hands made their way down to my skirt, and he kneeled down in front of me, taking off my underwear swiftly and pressing his mouth against my core. I moaned in response, feeling my knees grow weak, but I kept steady.

He moved his mouth and started kissing my legs, biting the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and making me moan again.

What a tease. I wanted to say, but of course, I didn’t, so I put my hand in his hair and grabbed a fistful, forcing him back to my core.

To my pleasure, he obliged and made me part my legs while he started licking my pussy, readying me for what was to come.

I was already a panting mess when he moved his mouth away a second time and placed it firmly against my neck, and I let him pick me up and carry me to the bed.

He didn’t want me to suck him off this time, apparently, as he came directly on top of me. Listening closely, he opened his zipper and pulled out his dick, aligning it to my entrance, when he pushed in slowly, with no hesitation.

The stretch was welcome, but sudden, and he went so deep, he made my toes curl, and my eyes roll back. That’s how he started fucking me too, with long, painfully slow strokes that were scratching my G-spot with every thrust of his hips.

He was making me too needy; needier than usual, so I held onto him tight. His shirt was still on, his perfume was invading all my senses, and I grabbed his shirt and squeezed as much as I could, my hips beginning to meet his halfway.

“Tut-tut.” He disapproved and stopped moving, and I imagined him shaking his head at my neediness, but couldn’t he see that I was desperate to feel him more?

I whined, and he let out a low chuckle, making the hair on my back stand up.

Fuck, he sounded hot as fuck.

That made me stay put, moment when his hand caressed my cheek and he finally started moving again, this time more enthusiastically, his thrusts faster and sharper. I welcomed my orgasm blissfully as he continued fucking himself into me, until he let out his release as well.

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Charisma

Rate Flame from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Were all your special requirements fulfilled? (Leave empty if not applicable): Absolutely loved you today and I’m sorry we couldn’t spend the night this time. I have some busy days ahead, but hopefully we can keep seeing each other on Saturday. Baby, you’re so needy sometimes, you’re driving me crazy.

My favourite colour is blue, by the way. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

What did you enjoy? -

What should be improved? -

Would you like to tip Flame? (Any amount you write will automatically be deducted from your Card after submitting this form. Leave empty if you don’t wish to tip your host): 400$

Thank you for using our service!

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Flame

Rate the interaction with the customer from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Did the customer fulfil your special requirements? -

Tip received – 400$: You were so mean to me today, almost made me cry in frustration after edging me for so long. I’m only this needy because you make me this needy, I’d say it’s pretty unfair of you.

Mornings are difficult, but I usually need about 15 minutes to wake up and become a real person.

I’m sorry to hear about your busy days, and I hope we can continue meeting up on Saturday as well. Stay healthy, dress warm and sleep well.

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~Minho’s POV~

My mom has not been feeling that well lately, so I decided to no longer spend the night with Flame for the time being. Nari would be asleep anyway, so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to take care of her, but at least it would help my mom relax and sleep more. That’s why I only booked Flame for two hours tonight.

The time spent with her was amazing as usual, and I figured I loved all the sounds she makes whenever she would fucking breathe.

After meeting her, I left the building to go home, but remembered in the last minute that Nari asked me to buy her some more school supplies, so I reluctantly turned the car around to the only supermarket still opened at 12AM, and thankfully found everything she needed.

Finally on my way home, I stopped at a red light and my eyes caught something. At the bus stop stood a trembling girl in a short skirt and ruffled blouse. She was shielding herself from the rain but was so painfully cold, I wondered why she picked such a thin coat to wear in this weather.

Looking at her outfit one more time, my heart started racing.

Short skirt.

Ruffled blouse.

No heels.

Could that be Flame?

She was too far away for me to see her face, and I wasn’t even sure if it was her or not, but I got curious.

I needed to see her.

I made a small detour and stopped my car directly in front of the bus stop, praying that no police officers would be around to see me do so. Blocking a bus stop wasn’t exactly something I wanted to get fined for.

I opened the passenger’s door window to look at the mysterious girl – possibly my Flame – but to my surprise, her eyes belonged to someone I was already familiar with.

“Mr. Choi?” Miss Park asked, perplexed. “What are you doing here?”

“Need a ride?” Was everything I could muster, far too shocked to see Nari’s teacher dressed like this at 1 AM on a Saturday.

“Uhm… I mean, I would, if it’s not too inconvenient…” She started hesitantly.

“Hop in.” I opened the door and watched her sit down in the passenger’s seat.

“It’s so warm in here.” Miss Park said, relaxing her arms in her lap.

“Is it? You can take off your coat to not get a cold when you step out of the car again.”

“Oh, I should.” She chuckled, then took it off.

Her ruffled blouse… had its shoulders cut off.

“I think this is blocked…” She spoke again, struggling with the seat belt, but I was still stunned, so she watched me with amusement for a few seconds before clearing her throat.

“Sorry.” I chuckled. “I was lost in thought. One of my friends played around with it and it gets stuck sometimes, wait, I’ll help you.” I said, then leaned over her in the seat and pulled on the seatbelt.

As I did that, though, something… just didn’t sit right with me. I looked right at her, and she looked back at me, seemingly as shocked as I was.

Her perfume… was… familiar.

It can’t be…

I smiled, and she smiled back, when I threw her another glance.

Short skirt.

Ruffled blouse with the shoulders cut off in a rounded pattern.

Same exact perfume.

She couldn’t. She couldn’t be Flame. No way.

It’s just a coincidence.

That’s all.

Fuck, why is my heart still racing?

She just happens to wear similar clothes.

The perfume must be a popular one.

“Where were you? I mean… it’s pretty late.” I asked all of a sudden, feeling exasperated.

“I was… uhm… on a date?” She said, but it felt more like a question, and less like an answer.

“So late?”

“Yeah… this guy… works longs hours.”

“I see… weren’t you cold, dressed so lightly?”

“Yeah, a bit.” She chuckled. “He said he likes skirts though, so I’m doing my best. I usually take a taxi back home, but my phone died, and I didn’t want to go back to his place and worry him or anything…”

Okay. So her date was a boyfriend.

It was just a coincidence.

God, how delusional could I be to think she was Flame?

Get yourself together, idiot.

“He’s not thinking much about your well-being, is he? Making you wear such short skirts in this weather.”

“I guess so.” She chuckled again. “Anyways, what about you? Why were you out so late, Mr. Choi?”

“Me?” I looked at her like a deer caught in headlights. “I was just… I also went on a date.”

“Oh. I see. That’s funny.” She smiled, then looked out the window. “How’s Nari’s art school, does she like it?” She asked, and I was thankful for the change of topic.

“Yes! So much, thanks a lot for the recommendation. She’s only been a week in, but she loves it. Doesn’t even miss me that much anymore.” I joked, and we both laughed.

Soon enough we reached her address, and she thanked me for taking her home. I watched her get inside her apartment complex, then let out a sigh of relief.

She wasn’t Flame. She is just Nari’s teacher. Flame is definitely someone else, someone I don’t know, someone I’ll never see the face of.

But what if… she were Flame?

Would I hate it that much?

No, don’t think about this, idiot. The last thing you need is a crush on Nari’s teacher.

Get yourself together already!

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Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

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lyubochka · 6 months ago

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soft asks by sunnysideanon

i treat ask games like surveys, we all know this.

what song makes you feel better?

who listens to music to feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

i dont watch movies qwq im sorry these are rough answers

what’s your favorite candle scent?

i usually like winter fruit smells. so plums, pomegranates, grape, deep and rummy sorta scents. i also like rich sweet ones, resin-y smells. i like a nice light floral mix (iris, jasmine, lily, rose) on cleaning days.

what flower would you like to be given?

lillies. any lillies, but i like madonna lillies

who do you feel most you around?

my partner system, but specifically trent. he is me, and ive never felt it more than when we're together. my brothers are a close second.

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

i have gold rings around my pupils i just noticed the other day. they're gorgeous and i have no idea where i got them from genetically-- maybe my mother. she has gold in her green eyes. i'm glad i got something from her eyes, i'm jealous of them. i have insanely enviable hair. my nails are elegant... also enviable. im wicked talented and sharp, nobody can create the way i can-- BITCH???? ok one of my favorite songs paused randomly that was a whole experience. answer cancelled next question

what color brings you peace?

pale green. this isn't bad, though.

what calms you down?

being alone in my own space. writing music/poetry. having a clean space. music-- hey, i guess that first question was onto smth

what’s something you’re excited for?

grocery run tomorrow, haircut sometime this week. yay.

what’s your ideal date?

taking turns spitting vodka into each others mouths and banging our skulls together til we pass out

how are you?

im fine! a lot of excess energy strangely which is funny b/c i haven't had any caffiene today. that reminds me i need to add energy drinks to my grocery list. eeeeeeee also feeling sappy. in love. so in love hehe

what’s your comfort food?

probably any kind of salad theyre very safe foods

favorite feel-good show?

i dont dream of watching televi-- interview with the vampire.

fairy lights or LED lights?

fairy lights. LED lights make me anxious to look at but now Everyone has them so what do i know

do you still love stuffed animals?

yes.

most important thing in your life?

myself, but secondly, my fiance.

what do you want most in the world right now?

a kiss.

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

don't smoke cigarettes and don't tell that girl everything.

what would you say to your future self?

keep doing it, even if it's uncomfortable. trust your gut, not your body.

favorite piece of clothing?

my black turtleneck or my fur coat.

what’s something you do to de-stress?

bounce and moan on it

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

moneyyyy!!! oh, personal. money from their personal bank account!!! (a card. i collect those.)

what movie would you want to live in?

childs play. id fuck that doll and save the little boy JFIOWEJFE

which character would you want to be?

... oh myself isnt an option ok. then id wanna be in clueless and be cher. id like to be rich

hugs or hand-holding?

hugs. i need my hands for other things but i can be hugged forever

morning, afternoon or night?

ALL OF THEM ALL OF THE TIME

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

horses, dirt roads, hotel rooms, cigarette smoke.

#meow

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liminalpebble · 1 year ago

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Sex and Death: Chapter 10, Covers and Protectors

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Chapter 10: Covers and Protectors

Noura stood over the boardroom table once again in the Ystad Station. Along with the rest of the team, she stared down at a new coded letter from the killer with a cold feeling of fear and dread lodged in her stomach. The pages were laid out like rectangular tiles in their plastic forensic sheathing, remind the young academic uncomfortably of body bags. The bulky envelop had arrived that morning, and the lab had immediately descended upon it for any trace of clues.

She sighed, fiddling with the thick band of her turtleneck. (Thanks to Magnus she had to dig for one in the back of the closet that morning, realizing the number of sanguine mementos he'd left on her skin). It was amazing to her; the contrast between the cocky passionate filthy lover who had fucked her senseless (to her utter satisfaction) and the sweet mild-mannered gentleman he also was now. When he'd noticed the livid marks in the shower, he'd softly and sheepishly exclaimed, “Oh darling! I'm so sorry!” and blushed. She assured Magnus it was perfectly fine, but still teased him about how her scrambling to find a way to cover the evidence had made them a few minutes late. Mentally, she found herself thanking a god she didn't believe in that it was winter so no one would question a bulky garment.

And now she was glad for the extra layer of warmth against the cold dread of another imminent murder. This was the killer's pattern; taunting them with letters, sent more and more frequently over several days, culminating in a new murder or missing person.

Wallander cleared his throat and then addressed Noura, gently enough to surprise the other detectives after Harik's outburst during their last meeting. Aside from Magnus, no one else would have realized that the dust had settled. “Harik...Martinsson, what do we have here? First impressions.”

Noura came closer turning the laid out pages carefully in gloved hands. Her mind felt sluggish and tired as she fought for some clarity. “Well...the code seems to be similarly constructed to the others...a style of cryptogram. I don't think it will take me too long to decode it. It has the same symbols in the margins (swastikas, etc.) just like the others...so Neo-Nazi affiliation of some sort...but we already knew that,” she sighed, annoyed with herself for the lack of help she was being. Then something caught her eye. “Huh...on this set there are some new symbols and motifs...ones generally used more exclusively by a subset of younger, online extremist. Self-described 'incels' and 'men's rights activists' in addition to being neo-nazis. Although there are certainly older groups with the same ideology, these images have been used almost exclusively by a small subset of young men online, between the ages of 20 and...What was the statistic from the program, Magnus?”

He shook himself out of the reverie of listening to her to respond. “Oh...the program indicates men between the ages of 18-30 for these...and these.”

“Good...good,” Wallander mumbled and nodded, making a conscious effort to be kinder to the two. “Let's start there. Svendsen, let's take a look at local recidivists in that age group...call in any stand outs.”

Magnus cleared his throat then raised his voice to speak. He loathed doing this, knowing Noura was about to be furious with him, but he wouldn't let it go. He rushed to spit it out as everyone was just turning to leave. “One...one more thing, Kurt.”

“Yes?”

“Yesterday there was evidence of someone snooping around Harik's building...someone who couldn't get inside. The same person then went on to harass a Syrian couple who run the grocery down the street.”

Wallander scowled with concern, “Harik...why didn't you tell me about this?”

Noura could feel her face and neck turning red and hot beneath the high neck of her sweater. She spoke up as clearly and forcefully as she could. “That's one theory, Kurt...going on nothing but footprints in the snow and one customer saying some asshole thing under his breath. It could be absolutely nothing. That kind of thing happens all the time in that neighborhood. This is just the first time a cop was there to notice it.

Her onyx eyes seemed suddenly hard and lethal as they stared daggers into Magnus.

Kurt rose his voice slightly, “It could be nothing, but it could very much be something, Noura. I...” Wallander scanned the room, realizing they were all still surrounded by the others in the meeting. He mumbled, “Okay...everyone you have your tasks. Please have at it and leave us the room, if you'd be so kind.”

They shuffled out, happy to escape the tension which had settled over the room like suffocating smoke. Noura still stared at Magnus, arms crossed, while his eyes fixed to the floor.

“Noura, I know you want to play this off as nothing...It might be nothing, but we simply don't know and we have to be careful.”

“Spare me, both of you! Does it matter more now because I'm someone you know?” she spat. “I wish your superiors would have shown this level of interest and diligence at the beginning, then maybe we wouldn't be in this shit storm of a situation now.” She took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping. “I'm...I'm sorry. That wasn't fair to either of you. I know you weren't in charge of that.” She said, looking more kindly to both of them as Magnus dared to raise his eyes to her, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.

She turned to Martinsson, “Did you have to announce it in front of the whole team, Magnus?”

He inhaled, bracing himself, “Yes...yes I did.” He looked to Wallander for affirmation, and received it in a nod. “We all need all the information we have. They might see something we've missed.”

She lowered her eyes. He was right but she'd be damned if she let him know it.

Kurt chimed in, “He's right, Noura. It doesn't feel right to me either. I have a hunch about it that I don't like.”

She looked back and forth to both of them, “What? What is this, some detective cop shit the poor little academic wouldn't understand? A hunch isn't evidence...and a badge and a gun doesn't make either of you smarter than me.” She knew she was being defensive now. It was a sore spot with her; never wanting to be treated like a damsel in distress, never wanting to be dependent, protected, or rescued. Although her time with Magnus as a house guest had been heavenly, she still chafed at the idea of why he was there. But, at the end of the day, she wasn't a cop. She didn't know how to protect herself in the way she would need to and she had to admit it.

Kurt chuckled and said quietly, “Noura, I know for a fact that I am not smarter than you...either of you, actually. I know it's hard to swallow...needing protection. I struggle with it too. I'm asking you, from one stubborn person to another, to accept some help.”

Martinsson blinked in disbelief at the admission, as if slapped across the face.

Harik considered this and nodded, pulling herself reluctantly back to her normal, logical self. “I can admit when I'm bested...and I am,” she said very deliberately, looking with a tired smile to them both, “this is over my head. I commend the effectiveness of your tactic on me, Wallander.” They all chuckled with the faintest relief.

Kurt asked, “How are things there now? How is the couple.”

Magnus spoke up. “I left them a card...told them to call the station or me anytime, even if it might be a false alarm.”

“Good. But I want to send a security detail to them as well...unmarked cars though. And Harik's building?”

“The front door requires a key, but it's just a glass entry way to the lobby. Not particularly secure. I didn't get a chance to check the fire escapes. No security guard or system on site. The shop doesn't have them either.”

Wallander looked to Noura regretfully. She said, “I'm not going to like what you're about to say, am I?”

“No...I'm afraid not. While you're on the case...while the killer knows who you are since you've been interviewed in news and we know he's following it, I don't want to take any chances. Martinsson, escort her back home at the end of the day. Harik, you're going to pack a bag for a few days. Do you have friends or family outside of that neighborhood to stay with...a boyfriend...someone like that? Someone who could also drive you, ideally?”

“No...nothing like that. I'm alone.” she said, a little too quickly, but if Kurt noticed he didn't say. Magnus knew she had to say it, but it still stung.

“Come back here when you have what you need. I know it's not the most comfortable situation but there's a small suit here in the station for those of us who have to stay over sometimes. You're going to have to be there a little while.”

“For how lon...!?”

The superior put up a hand. “I know...I know. Please, do this for me. As a favor to an old man who is worried about you. I don't want you staying there.”

Noura agreed and thanked them curtly, then left the room, without another word.

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Magnus heard the tap of her laptop closing, as she packed up for the day. He had been listening for it, itching for the time when they would be in the car together and alone...and hopefully able to talk. For her part, Noura wanted to stay mad at the junior detective. She had remained cold and professional all day. In fact, they actually got quite a lot done. Both staying angry at him and being productive seemed like miracles, considering every other minute she would be visited by the intrusive memory of him naked and fucked-out on her kitchen floor, her wet red panties held between his teeth as he smiled triumphantly. What a shame. I liked that pair. Worth it, though. She thought.

Shaking off the thought for the hundredth time that day, she crossed the room to him. “Ready?” she ask in a blank tone.

He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Yes, all set.”

He opened the door for her as she swung out. Goddammit, who does charming shit like that anymore? She thought.

They walked silently to his car, but as soon as they settled in, and the doors shut he turned to her, rambling, “Noura...I'm so sorry, but I had to. I was too worried, and I had a bad hunch, just like Kurt and I just couldn't stand the idea of...”

He trailed off as her eyes met his and he watched them soften at the care in his voice. The oceanic blue of his eyes began to mist over. He didn't notice it until he felt his breath catch in his throat like sharp pebbles. Both of them were caught off-guard by the depth of his reaction, knowing the unspoken end of the sentence.

I just couldn't stand the idea of losing you.

I just couldn't stand the idea of you being hurt or killed.

I just couldn't stand not protecting you.

She reached out for his hand, squeezing his broad palm tightly. “I know,” she gently whispered. “It's okay, Magnus.”

“It is? We're okay.” He sniffed, tightening his grip as if frightened she might slip away.

“Yeah.” She smiled bitter-sweetly, pulling him in for a tight hug, kissing his warm forehead and nuzzling into his mess of curls. He exhaled a sigh of relief as she said, “Yeah, golden boy, we're okay.”

@peacefulpianist @peaches1958 @icytrickster17 @sired-to-hybrid @mjsthrillernp @acidcasualties @loz-3 @annoyingsweetsstranger @alexakeyloveloki @marcotheflychair @muddyorbs @smolvenger @sweetsigyn @goblingirlsarah @lovelysizzlingbluebird

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lavalampstealer · 1 year ago

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hello.

tell me about yellow and cyan please.

i am obsessed with your things

YAAAAAYYYY I GET TO DUMP ABOUT THESE IDIOTS!!!!!!!

game spoilers ahead, obv

They gave each other their nicknames, Cyan getting theirs first from the fact that they’re almost always wearing blues while nearly every other EOD field agent lean towards reds and oranges, and Yellow getting his from his love for the color (yellow sweaters and the like fill his wardrobe, his signature headset is yellow, he loves marigolds, daffodils, sunflowers, etc).

Whenever they’re next to each other and Cyan starts getting anxious or starts to spiral, they grab onto Yellow’s sleeve or the hem of his sweater or something to let him know ‘Hey I’m not doing okay.’

Cyan’s flowers are blue salvias and blue irises (thank god I was able to find blue flowers with meanings) and Yellow’s are daffodils and sunflowers. (flowernerdflowernerdflowe-)

Cyan’s shirts are almost always wrinkled (Yellow gave up trying to convince them to iron their shirts, they’d just shrug it off and say that they usually ruin them on missions anyways so what’s the point).

Cyan is a chronic tinkerer. Before the Agency, they worked as a car mechanic, and they can’t keep their hands off of things. They want to know how a thing works, what it’s made of, how it was made, etc. They absolutely adored having Friendly Skies as their first real mission, they spent so long looking around in every nook and cranny of Zor’s car. Anything with buttons and switches and plugs has them like a moth to a sparkler. The anti-grav machine in Winter Break? You’re telling them they could fiddle with sliders AND pretty crystals?? Some other ones they wanted to figure out: the chair in Seat of Power, the panels in Jet Set, Fabricator’s desk in Eaves Drop, and the map and hidden cabinet in Party Crasher. I could go on about how they were practically VIBRATING when they saw Robutler in House Call, but then this would turn into a whole essay lol. When they got their leg, Yellow had to stop them from disassembling the thing because they were fascinated by it.

Also adding to the above, even though Prism designed their prostheses, they hardly met her. Granted, most of the time when she was there it was to take their measurements and they were most likely unconscious.

Cyan looked up to Prism in some respects, they knew that she was an amazing engineer and were really impressed with her work, so they were crushed when they got to meet her properly in ieytd 3 and it turned out that she hated them. Their heart nearly exploded when she called Phoenix her greatest creation in KBOOM (that or the traces of kinesium in their bloodstream wasn’t doing so hot near the lava and destabilizing core).

Oh also, Cyan has a tiny amount of kinesium in their blood from the implant. After Death Engine, the explosion from the gravity crystal messed with their TK a bit, destabilizing it ever so slightly. The main side effects were occasional headaches and their eyes let off a faint glow when they used their telekinesis in any way. They never figured this out themselves, poor Yellow was the one to discover this. They were both in a pitch black room and Cyan, thinking he knew they were there, came up from behind Yellow and used their TK to search for a light switch, scaring the shit out of him Freddy Fazbear style.

Cyan has anxiety and picks at the skin around their nails. Yes I’m projecting and no they can’t break the habit.

Cyan only wears their gloves during mission because it’s required by the Agency (something about not leaving fingerprints behind). They despise the feeling of any gloves but they found some bearable ones that they can deal with.

Yellow is pretty much blind without his glasses.

Yellow has a scar on the back of his neck, but Cyan (or anyone for that matter) hardly ever see it because he’s almost always in a turtleneck of some kind. Cyan only knows about it because Yellow told him the story about how he got it when they were bored in between missions.

Yellow went from handling 3-5 agents at a time to having 1-2, mainly because Cyan/Phoenix was being put on more assignments due to their success rate, but also because he stopped taking on as many because he was starting to become attached. To him, they were just more nameless Agents that got caught in Zoraxis’ traps and after bonding with Cyan, he couldn’t stand to listen as agent after agent was put out of commission.

Yellow really likes his headset and is hardly ever seen without it on. It’s comfortable, it dampens harsh noises, and he can hear people just fine with them on. When he’s not using it to talk to an agent, the mic is pulled aside and they’re switched off.

Cyan also likes headphones, although they prefer in-ear ones. When they’re not on missions, they usually have an earbud in playing some kind of music, like Frank Sinatra or some big band songs as background noise.

If they had access to modern music. they would both listen to Womanizer. and they’d both be girlbosses. Neither would tell the other about this.

Cyan loves any kind of animal, cats and reptiles especially. Yellow says he doesn’t like many animals, but he would absolutely melt if a cat jumped up on his lap.

Cyan very much has orange cat energy. Dumb. Dumb agent. Little braincells. /aff

#ieytd #agent phoenix #agent phoenix ieytd #ieytd handler #handler ieytd #lava’s asks #lava’s rambles #god i love these two so much. i wanna chuck them out a window

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chaeinedup · 2 years ago

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Shameless

Pairing: Jang Daehyeon x reader;

Summary: You thought you had the upper hand but he proved you wrong;

Content Warning: A little suggestive that’s all;

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry it took this long but after many delays and tries it’s finally out I hope you enjoy :D.

You were a little nervous for tonight, it was a big moment. WEi are having a company dinner and you got to tag along with your boyfriend. It was so cold you had no idea what to wear and you needed advice. So the only logical thing to do was call Daehyeon.

* Facetime on *

Daehyeon: Hey, is everything okay?

Y/N: Well yes and also no??

Daehyeon: Let me guess, you don’t know what to wear?

Y/N: ... you sound like you were expecting this... suspicious I must say.

Daehyeon: You tend to brag about your outfit choices when you make them ahead ahah.

Y/N: And rightfully so! It’s not like you don’t like it:

Daehyeon: No no I love it don’t worry. So you need my help?

Y/N: Yeah I can’t dress for the weather that’s my biggest flaw.

Daehyeon: If it helps I’m wearing a black turtleneck and a suit.

Y/N: Hmmm okay I’ll call you again when I get to your place.

Daehyeon: WAIT I don’t get to see anything beforehand???

Y/N: Absolutely not! Love you!

* Facetime off *

Knowing what he was gonna wear did indeed make it better for you. So the move was a 2 piece set, you’ve been styling it in your head for a couple of weeks now but never actually wore it. Now it was the perfect time, you were sure the dark grey set would match with the one your boyfriend is wearing. You were also certain he would love the sight provided by the skirt part of the set, he’s always very vocal about how much he loves your legs.

You had done your hair already so you quickly got dressed. Looking in the mirror you couldn’t not congratulate yourself for this purchase. The smokey eye look was definetly the right choice but it’s always a “trust the process moment”.

Putting your favourite boots on you quickly open the texts to send a quick “omw” to Daehyeon, you weren’t late or anything but your outfit was incomplete. You needed a tie to finish it off but you didn’t own one and obviously a house full of guys has to have one hiding somewhere.

You made your way to the nearest subway station with your headphones in, playing your favourite artist. The subway didn’t take long and when it stopped you could see your reflection in the door windows, you lightly chuckled knowing you looked good. The whole way to the dorms you kept thinking how your boyfriend would react if there’s something you love doing is make him speechless.

After a 5 minute ride you were off to their place, giddy, thrilled to say the least. You had never felt like this before maybe all this time apart from each other was giving you butterflies again. Like you were meeting again for the first time. Still walking you pulled your phone out your winter jacket double texting Daehyeon to let you in, there’s no way you’d wait outside for him to open the door. Thankfully he saw it in the moment and opened the door for you.

The walk up the stairs had your legs weak and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were nervous, out of shape or both. You shook any anxious thoughts out your head and proceeded to make your way to their apartment door. And lucky you someone was already waiting for you. You were still a little far away but from a previous call you could tell who it was given the description of their outfit. The closer you got the better you could see his face and by the end of your journey you could tell someone was drooling indeed.

You once again chuckled expecting the expression but not being able to take it fully due to shyness.

Y/N: Did the cat get your tongue?

Daehyeon: Dalli is a very good girl we raised her right, she wouldn’t do such thing! But you would...

His words exued lust and playfulness and all of the sudden you were no longer the one laughing. Any time he makes such remarks it leaves you distraut and nervous in a good way. He loves you so much he never hesitates to make it clear.

Y/N: Are you going to let me in or not? I still need to borrow a tie from you.

Daehyeon: A tie? we have places to be no time to play around.

You lightly slapped his arm as a way of shushing him and he gave you that beautiful smile of his. If you weren’t admant on getting the last accessory you’d let yourself melt in his arms. With his hand on your lower back both of you made your way inside and since you still had a little bit of time everyone was in the process of getting ready. You took you shoes and jakcet off leaving it at the entrance and on a mission you were.

Scared someone was in the room you knocked making sure Seokhwa wasn’t dressing himself in the room and after getting no response you opened the door. To your surprise someone was in the room your favourite person in the world, Dalli. She meowed as a little “hello” and you swore you probably missed her more than anyone in this place, she was always your napping partner you never forget those.

Dismissing your child for a while you searched for the hot issue of today and you did find many of them, black, red even bow ties, however the hard part wasn’t chosing one but actually tying it. But Daehyeon came to the rescue, letting Dalli escape to find someone to play with.

Daehyeon: So do you need me or...?

Y/N: Why do I feel like that can mean 2 very different things?

Approaching you, slowly grabbing the black tie from your hands, he had his eyes on yours.

Daehyeon: I always knew my pretty girl was smart so you tell me.

Y/N: I knew you’d like the clothes but this much? even I’m surprised.

Daehyeon: More than the clothes I like you.

You could’ve sworn someone had turned the heating on, because the mix of his honey laced words and his actions, making the tie tighter and tigher with every single breath was making your legs squeez together. You mentally cursed yourself and this stupid formal dinner because if it was for you’d stay in the comfort of your lover’s touch.

Daehyeon: I see someone flew over to dreamland, do I really have this much affect on you?

Y/N: Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.

Daehyeon: But what if I want to hear it from you, what if I want to hear my angel say it?

Since he was done with the tie his hands were on your hips squeezing little by little, knowing damn well you were hanging by a thin thread. If there’s someone that knows what buttons to push it’s him. At this point you were ready to give in.

And with your silence he took it upon himself to make you speak or at least moan, lowly. His lips on your neck and your hands on his chest you were both getting lost in the moment so much so you hadn’t been paying attention to the time leaving someone to interrupt this little taste of paradise. A simple knock and you were yelling “JUST A MINUTE”.

Your much loved boyfriend laughed and made eye contact with you once again.

Daehyeon: I’ll leave you to yourself for a few minutes, but I’ll be thinking about you... in the car, during dinner, and every moment inbetween. Can’t wait to have you all by myself by the end of this.

With that he left the room, leaving you shocked and deseperate, craving for more and very excited for what the night had waiting for you.

#Wei scenarios #wei fluff #wei imagines #wei oneshots #wei smut #wei #jang daehyeon #daehyeon wei #daehyeon scenarios #daehyeon fluff #daehyeon oneshots #daehyeon smut #daehyeon #daehyeon imagines #wei masterlist #chaeinedup

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the0ldmann · 2 years ago

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Headcannon time! (I'm sorry, I never know if it's one word or two-)

(Reminder that ''Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack" is an adult only fandom- minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight!)

I was just thinking about the 4 seasons earlier- some coworkers were talking about their favourites and why they were their favourites. So naturally, when I was on my own again, I had to wonder if *any* of our boys had favourites. Because nothing gets me through a rough workday better than thinking about these guys- *ahem*

Yes that's right though- *any* of them. I know I've typically only written stuff for the most beloved of clowns, but this seemed easy enough an exercise I thought I'd give it a go for all of them. So without further ado, here we go!

Joeseph:

Winter. He wanted to say summer, he really did. But with all the painful memories of school being out, having to deal with his "home life" (that let's remember was bad enough he ran away), and then struggling in the summer heat while undoubtedly homeless for a bit after having run away... It seems he was in the southern continental United States in the 80s during this point in his life. Winter wouldn't have been too ungodly cold at the time, so that might have been fairly okay to deal with. But summer? Summer heat would have still been unbearable even then. Not to mention if he had to dumpster dive for food, it would all rot quicker, and excessive sweating from the heat would have made him stink... Winter time meant school, and therefore getting away from 'home.' It also meant an ever so slightly more comfortable temperature-wise time while stuck on the streets (though I'm sure it still sucked, the heat of summer makes things 10x worse and so winter at least would bring mild relief in that regard). Once he gets the acting gig, starts turning his life around, and starts making friends, then there's also the holidays to contend with. Sure, the stress on family is painful I imagine. But if he had some genuinely good friends like some of his cast mates (other than Jean) seem to be? I inagine they might have invited him over for a friend get-together. Or they'd visit him where he's staying and bring a casserole and maybe a rotisserie chicken. They'd look out for him. And you can't tell me that wouldn't make the holiday season just a little more enjoyable for him. (Oh gods now I'm thinking about an impromptu friends-giving with all the cast members at like, a hotel Joeseph is staying at, I can't, who's cutting onions-)

Jean:

Autumn. Hear me out- he strikes me as pretentious af. A chunk of the content I see for him seems to have the fandom agree. Definitely full of himself with that ego he seems to carry around. So I'm going to go out on a limb and say that spring, summer, and winter try to, in his mind, hinder his perfect appearance/environment and so he hates them. You can't tell me he likes being uncomfortable, literally everything we know about him screams "if I'm not comfy 100% of the time I'm going to make it everyone's problem." Winter is too cold for him. Dressing trailer? No no no, he wants a room in the studio itself- a trailer would be far too cold. He'd shiver nonstop, ruin the makeup, and he just doesn't seem like the type to enjoy wearing fifty layers to keep warm. Summer is too hot. He's sweating everything off. While he may seem like someone to take pride in the way he looks, I imagine he only likes to do that in his own time, preferable at a pool, and not because he's sweat through the third costume since noon and has had to strip down yet again. Not to mention heat does tend to make people more aggressive... Spring? Too wet. He absolutely likes to keep himself looking perfectly styled, and the drowned rat look rain gives is not desireable to him. Spring is well known for its rain after all. So all that leaves is autumn! Temperate weather, not a whole lot of rain, gentle breezes, and some great fashions are fall perfect. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater in the one picture, wasn't he? Turtlenecks- perfect for fall weather and perfect for looking sharply dressed but also somewhat casual at the same time. That's it. He cares way too much about his appearance.

Shaun:

Autumn. He's absolutely an autumn fan. How could he not be? The weather is getting cooler so it's perfect for sweaters and cuddles. Spooky month (October) is in autumn and we all know he's a big horror fan. It's also the start of the holiday season, and for someone so willing to go out of his way to help and even just spend time with those he cares about? Regardless of what other autumn holidays besides Halloween he may or may not celebrate, you can't tell me he wouldn't take advantage to spend more time with those he cares about.

Jack:

All of them. No no, I literally mean it. Sure it may seem like a cop-out, but do you really think he could actually pick a favourite? One he likes more than the others? You would think summer would be his favourite- the clearest skies for the sunniest days are in summer and lords know Sunny Day is in the man's name... But I genuinely think he's such a positive and brighter-side-of-things kinda guy that he would say he loves them all.

Summer? Perfect for camping, going to the beach, enjoying ice cream for two but sharing one spoon...

Spring? The start of new life! Flowers are in bloom, animals are making babies (and whether or not he could make babies with you, he certainly wouldn't mind an excuse for the exercise), and the spring rains really do carry a freshness to them that rain during the rest of the year just does not have.

Autumn? Starting to get cooler, so it's perfect for bundling you up, especially in his jacket. Get cozy on the hillside as you stargaze at night...

Winter? (Assuming there will be snow.) Better like curling up under a blanket with him by the fireplace! Only after a long day of building a snowman with him, or after having enjoyed a lovely carriage ride through the park. Plus with numerous holidays coming up (pick your flavor), why wouldn't he want to spend as much time as possible with those he cares about? If its a holiday with any sort of gift giving or special foods/baked goods, surely you wouldn't go without gifting him a plate of his favourite chocolate chip cookies, would you?

Ian:

Spring. No, I wasn't influenced by the bunny costume. ... Okay I absolutely was. But I can still justify this! He seems like, if Jean is his dad like I've seen some people theorize, then I imagine he'd take after dislike of being uncomfortable and so that would rule out summer and winter. He also only has one childhood friend, so school had to be relatively rough to deal with. He had someone to hang with over the summer at least, but autumn is the start of school season. Therefore, autumn is the start of dealing with school bullies again. Spring would herald a soon-to-be end to the school season, with decent temps, and considering the fact he's a weeb- cherry blossom season. Again, spring is also the season of new beginnings. While we don't know when Ian and MC move in the game, spring almost seems like the perfect time for it to happen. Right after graduating, get away from toxic family as quickly as possible, and all the symbolism with them starting a new chapter... It just fits. And if Jean is his dad, spring could be viewed the opposite of his, while also being quite similar in a way- similar temps being the most obvious similarity.

Nick:

Summer. He is an influencer after all. What better season for doing all the fun things and showing them off, but the good ol' summer season? Water parks, camping trips, outlet malls, visits to the dog park, beach visits, museum trips, vacationing to other places in general... Also, it's so hot out, it's the perfect excuse to go to your fav local froyo place and try asking out the cutie behind the counter!

(I do not codone this behaviour of Nick's btw, please don't ask out people while they're at work, it's uncomfy af-)

Bonus Barry:

(Yeah I'm adding Barry for the all of probably three people that simp for him here.)

Summer. It's probably his favourite but not for the most obvious of reasons. Of course his business of frozen treats will be booming during the hottest season of the year- raking in the dough and boosting his ego for being "such a good manager to keep the ship running so smooth during such a busy time!" But if Sauce wasn't totally joking around when they said Barry had "never forgotten about you" in that ominous looking text... Well, what better season than summer to make your favourite worker sweat and squirm under your gaze? What better time than summer to leave them panting and breathless with your incessant phone calls demanding attention unpaid overtime that leaves them too exhausted to utter a word in protest? Plus, bodies rot and decay faster in the heat...

(okay but for real I hate Barry, I've had mamagers like Barry, I hope he gets some comeuppance be it either death or getting demoted or just having to do our job in our stead- and btw watching a manager like that get forced by their supervisor to come help you in a rush and have to ask you what to do and take direction from you? Good gods it happened to me once but it was worth the world to me heeheeheeheehee-)

(Holy shit this was long af- way longer than I intended, whoops! Hope ya'll enjoyed though! Also hope the formatting is okay as soon as I hit post cause I did this all on mobile-)

#minors dni #ageless blogs dni #sunny day jack #sdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #headcannons

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