#but pls the way I genuinely have a crush on him now like😭

[truthinquotations]

While i absolutely love malevolent and everything about it from its insane concept to the fact that everything is done by one fucking guy i cant help but laugh at the fact that theres no difference between supernatural and malevolent in terms of queerbating 😭😭 i think I’m cursed to like homoerotic media made by straight men who wont ever commit to the bit they created

I’m not saying that i want them to be together like explicitly or whatever its just that i know that theres no reason to add certain things in the plot other than to create this kind of ambiguous state. And i know its not just me cos my bestie who got me into malevolent and recently watched all supernatural says the same thing😭😭 So now we’re just making jokes about how stereotypically “bury ur gays” or “make them go their separate ways” the ending will be lmao in true fashion of the best queerbait media

Top 3 are: 1) they get separated and go their separate ways cos John wants to “find himself” 2) they get separated and john goes to find lily (and don’t get me started on lily that whole thing is fucking HILARIOUS to me) 3) one of them dies and the other is forever in mourning

Again i love malevolent but the last seasons really r trying it in this department 😭😭😭

Edit. Lmao i know its a controversial take so not surprised at the comments. First of all i cant be “wrong” about a feeling I have its just how i FEEL about the show in the later seasons. You can say you disagree but to say that im wrong about my feelings just doesnt work lol im not here to defend a thesis. Secondly i know for a fact it’s not just me and my bestie feeling this way since yk this post also has ppl who agree with me🤷. If you get what I’m talking about you immediately understood my point, if you don’t, u don’t, its ok, I’m not advocating to change the podcast lmao

Pls stop with the whole “a lot of people see it as a aromantic relationship they dont have to be a couple friends tell ily to each other often” respectfully IN MY OPINION they have passed that line of friendship a long time ago. You can interpret it however you want same as I can interpret it however I want. But as a person who has a couple fandoms where i love the friendships and platonic relationships of characters i have never genuinely paid attention to to the amount of ily characters say bcos yk it would be a regular amount😭😭 Same as it never struck me weird if some characters been jealous in a friendship bcos it was clear that it was a friendship pure and simple. Which js why iI dont feel like jarthur is written as friends even if they never get together (which i dont even want lol i dont see how it would fit into plot atp). Honestly just how many times yall tell your friends that you love them or be ready to kill their other friends 💀💀

Some moments in malevolent feels eerily similar to supernatural and tw and if you get it you get. Two that come to mind is how in spn they had dean have sex with a female angel when everyone obvs been shipping him with cas. And how teen wolf brought dereks little sister that was practically his copy in every way on screen and alluded to stiles having a crush on her 😭. I get similar vibes when john brings lily out of fucking nowhere as his “light” (Or purpose or tether to humanity smth like that i forget the exact wording). I died laughing when hearing that like im sorry i get what he’s saying you don’t have to explain it to me but he brings her up so abruptly and i was just sitting there mentally asking myself “what do you know about her??? Who IS lily???” Like we’re suddenly meant to think lily is a bigger influence during those 2 months on johns humanity then arthur is😭😭 i mean come on even arthur was like ???

i wouldn’t be as surprised if they showed us some interaction like lily reading to arthur or smth like us hearing her voice or idk her last fucking name at least😭😭 something that would make it clear why he’s bringing up that character from fuck knows when other then its the only female character that can be considerably linked to john as his “light” in this scenario.

You can view their relationship however you want if you dont see it perfect then its not meant for you. I however genuinely cant view this as just friendship, the whole being jealous to the point of wanting to kill someone who seems as devoted to your partner as you are, refusing to be parted even when opportunity WAS presented and so on. If you can thats great, media is not meant to be interpreted in one way I can say its not friendly and you can say its your fav aromantic duo 🤷

I dont even think Harlan is doing it on purpose we just have very different definitions of what platonic means lmao. However the increase of these moments in the last seasons felt kind of purposeful to me lol which was what brought this on. And pls dont tell me its cos they got closer in the latter seasons arthur killed himself in s1 they’ve been close😭😭😭

I just don’t think that a person who hasn’t heard that harlan wont make them a couple, hasn’t heard a bit of discourse, listened to the podcast and certain moments of “ily” or their separation anxiety yada yada yada and would never think they have romantic feelings for each other or that its not where its headed.

Also if I feel like i experienced this exact same thing with media before and it was called queerbait and universally acknowledged as such I’m not gonna reinvent in my head definition of friendship and platonic love to fit what was previously labelled as queerbait there, Im gonna call it queerbait. Especially since it feels like every other media that was labelled as such before. Im not advocating to change the podcast or cancel it or whatever im expressing an opinion i have on my blog that i know other ppl even if not a lot agree with.

I stand with my cancelled take 💀💀💀

[kikwibird]

Thank you DE for dropping the dating sim so that I can be distracted from my real life heartbreak by fighting tooth and nail for Arthur's love

[kkeke99]

Enough time has passed now, so I can finally say with certainty that the only good MLs of the Jewelpet Series are Akira Nanase and Retsu Akagi 👍🏻

[jishyucks]

Crayon Confessions – njm

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

‣ warnings: genuinely don't think there's anything, low-key rushed ending

‣ an: this is honestly not my best but FINALLY MY LAST PART OF THE SERIES IM CELEBRATING YIPEEEEEE—yes i know this is set in december and its now may but it's bc this was supposed to be posted during the holidays 😭 my dumbass overestimated my capabilities and school got in the way but all that matters is that i actually finished a 12 part series?? patting myself on the back,, ANYWAYS to those who actually followed my series I thank you so much. PLS ENJOY THIS! <33

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You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids. And within the past few months, Na Jaemin has been fighting his way to the top of that list despite (technically) fitting under that second category. 

The more time you spent with him, the more you were able to make out that Jaemin obviously wanted to make a name for himself rather than being lumped into a handful of men—and you didn’t like it.

You’ve only known the guy just shy of six months, having chosen to volunteer at the community centre since July, and he’s managed to shimmy his way into your life like it was his purpose. And it makes you angry because he was perfect—perhaps as perfect as the dozens of fictional men you’ve crushed on.

Only Jaemin wasn’t fictional. 

In fact, he was sitting two tables away from you, helping the kids spell out the words they needed to include in the holiday greetings cards. 

“You’re staring again.” 

Giselle presses her lips into a tight line to keep her laugh from bursting out. 

Your eyes widened, trying to recollect yourself when you realized that you were, in fact, staring at Jaemin, “Was I being obvious?” 

Giselle hums, tilting her head to muster up an answer, “Mm… a little?”

“Not a little. A lot.” 

You and Giselle turn to Lily, one of the kids you’ve both grown close to over the past few months. You raise a brow at her, “Aren’t you supposed to be making these cards?” 

Lily snickers and goes back to her given task of colouring a poorly printed Santa Claus. You turn back to Giselle, who’s already offering an apologetic look because kids are blunt. 

“Okay, you were more than a little bit obvious but that boy was too oblivious to notice,” she shrugs, “I think, at least.” Giselle taps the pile of finished cards against the table to line them all up before placing them again at the centre of the table.

You groan, tempted to bang your head against the shared table in front of you. “Please tell me you’re joking.” 

“I’m not,” Giselle snorts, “But I really don’t think he saw you. He’s too busy with the kids.” She nods her head in Jaemin’s direction and your eyes follow without a second thought.

The sight was one you’ve seen countless times yet it still makes you swoon every time you lay eyes on the scene. Jaemin’s perfect smile is etched on his face as he leans over one of the youngest kids, fixing the way the boy is holding the marker. The boy lets out a little giggle, reciprocating the smile on the elder’s face.

“Look away before you lose yourself again,” Giselle teases, using her index finger to turn your face away from Jaemin’s direction. Giselle immediately notices the way a look of sheepishness replaces your charmed expression. She pats your shoulder, almost coming in the form of a push, “I bet if you asked him out he would say yes.”

“I’ll only ask him out if I’m sure he likes me back,” you whisper. “I have literal receipts of clues that he does like you back,” Giselle threatens to pull her phone out despite your organizer discouraging the use of any devices during the shifts. 

You shake your head, head mentally raking through all the times you Jaemin had made you feel like sinking into the hard cold cement. “Those were just times I was overthinking everything… I’m sure he’s just naturally nice.”

“Well, he is naturally nice,” Giselle nods, “But you can’t tell me that all the things he’s done were done solely to be nice.” Giselle leans back on her chair and narrows her eyes at you, “He’s too old to be on Santa’s list anyway.” 

“I don’t consider holding the door open for me and bringing me hot chocolate that one time as clues.” 

One of the other little girls pushes an unfinished piece of paper and the small baby safety scissors your way. By reflex, you pick it up from where she started having trouble, snipping away the excess paper before handing it back for her to glue onto construction paper. 

“How about that one time he walked you home?”

“He said he was going to his grandma’s—” you counter.

“Could’ve been an excuse,” Giselle shrugs, “Real reason could be he wanted to spend time with you without having to ask for it.” 

“I was wrong. I think you’re the delusional one here,” you narrow your eyes and tap your feet against the floor underneath you. Jaemin was Jaemin. Soon after meeting him, you caught on to the fact that he was naturally playful, almost coming off as a flirt to everyone he encountered. 

“I’m not being delusional,” Giselle rolls her eyes and leans in closer to you so that whatever comes out of her mouth next can’t be heard by anyone around you, “Do you want me to list everything that’s happened between him and you over the past few months? ‘Cause you’re asking for it.”

You shake your head, already knowing which ones she’d list. Giselle already told you that if she could, she’d make a PowerPoint presentation of Top 10 Jaemin and Y/N Moments for fun, but you were lucky that she had been swamped in both school and volunteer work to even start it. 

“You’re acting like I’m not the one who’s told you these things,” you blink, “And like I said, any of them could be a product of delusion.” 

Giselle peeks over at you through the corners of her eyes and smirks, “Oh, but there are ones that you haven’t seen that I have…”

And just like that, Giselle has all of your attention. It’s like she’s grasping it with the tips of her fingers, playing with it to tease you. 

“Like?” You gesture for her to begin, not wanting to waste a single passing second.

Another kid at the table holds up her card for Giselle to see, “Miss Giselle, how does it look?” 

Giselle’s eyes light up and she smiles, “I love how you coloured the tree, Nari! Do you need help cutting it out?” 

Nari shakes her head, “I’ll try myself first.”

Giselle nods, “Sounds good to me!” Then once she’s sure that Nari is back and busy with the paper tree, she turns back to you, “Do you want it in chronological order?”

Your brows furrow, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

She hums and begins, “You know how you came when me and Jaemin have already been here for a little while?” 

You nod.

“Well, Jaemin, every single day since we both started, kept his things in that one corner locker. He told me once he hated the other lockers with a passion but never really told me why. It was actually hilarious because there was one shift when Jisung came earlier than he did and he snatched it before Jaemin and Jaemin told him off,” Giselle snorted, recalling the memory, “It was stupid. I remember telling Jaemin to let the boy be, but he was… territorial? I don’t know how to word it.” 

“Where are you going with this?” you say impatiently.

“I’m getting there,” she huffs, “Anyway, when you came, you were stuck with that one locker at the top, right?”

You nod again.

“I remember you kept complaining to me about hating the locker—”

“It was too high for me to even reach the hook!” You say.

“I know, but that’s beside the point,” Giselle laughs, “My point is the very next day, Jaemin came early for the shift and instead of taking that corner locker, he claimed that top locker despite his usual one being free. It’s been that way ever since. Now you always take that corner one.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘And?’” Giselle’s jaw drops, “Don’t you see? He was territorial over a damn locker and when you came along, he went out of his way to move lockers just because he saw you were struggling with the top one.” “He’s just being ni—”

“Do I need to remind you that Ningning, who’s shorter than you, literally complained about the same thing and he didn’t do shi—” Giselle catches herself from swearing, remembering the setting, “—Anything to help her?”

You don’t reply and Giselle takes this as a sign to continue, “Then, there have been those days you come to a shift tired because you’ve been awake since dawn because of your eight AMs, right?” You don’t do anything but blink and Giselle continues, “I’ve seen that man go out of his way to take up some of your harder tasks just so your shift is easier and you can relax. But when I come to the shifts tired and you’re not there and he is, he just laughs in my face!” 

You laugh because it just sounds like Giselle’s taking this as an opportunity to rant to you about her playful rivalry with Jaemin. 

“Don’t laugh! Can’t you see where I’m going with my examples?” she whines, “I know you’re smart, Y/N!”

You shake your head, “I need you to explain it more bluntly, Gi.” 

Giselle facepalms, a sigh flying out of her lips, “What I’m saying is that Jaemin pays attention to you more than you think… he treats you a hundred times better than any of us but, obviously, you’re too blind to see it because you’re still hung up on the idea that he’s just ‘being nice’.”

You swallow a pool of spit you didn’t even know was sitting in your mouth and you process your friend’s explanation. The idea of the possibility of Jaemin actually liking you back was something you thought about once in a while, but it was usually in your bed right before you went to sleep giggling. Never did these thoughts appear in broad daylight, much less with Jaemin sitting just yards away.

The thought tickles your stomach and you wanna say something to Giselle, though you’re unsure what. And before you could bring yourself to open your mouth, you felt a light tap against your shoulder.

“Miss Y/N?” 

You’re punted out of your thoughts when one of the little boys from Jaemin’s table appears to your left, entering your line of sight.

“Hi, Junnie! What’s up?” you bend down slightly at the waist, eyeing the card and the crayon he’s holding in his hand. 

He makes no effort to say anything else. Instead, he holds out the two items in his small hands, waiting for you to take them. When you gently do, he takes a step back, holding his arms behind his back to watch you read the card.

The front of the card was just a normal card, the greeting ‘Happy Holidays’ written on the front in a child’s handwriting in red and green crayon. Underneath the words was a Christmas tree, glued on there by, who you assumed was, Junnie. 

Then, when you open it, your heart skips a beat and a half. 

In crayon, in messy yet very cute writing you read: 

Are you a Christmas tree? 

Because I'm really pining fir you!

Dinner date?

“It’s from Mister Jaemin,” Junnie says from behind the card. He’s teetering on the balls of his feet, cheeks being pushed up by his smile.

Your heart is now pounding against your chest because it is all playing out perfectly, like how it would in a movie. With Giselle telling you things you’ve never noticed before, to you denying, and now Junnie was just sent by Jaemin to send you this cute little letter to confess to you—you’re not sure how to react.

“Oh, really?” you question.

“Really?” Giselle gasps from next to you. 

Your eyes immediately dart across the room and to the mentioned boy, who’s awfully pretending to busy himself with the scraps of paper littering the table.

“What’s your answer?” Junnie questions.

Embarrassingly, you don’t even hesitate to scribble down your answer underneath the question. Handing it back to Junnie, you wave for him to come closer and you bring your mouth up to his ear, “Can you help me play a small trick on Mister Jaemin?” 

Junnie nods, a mischievous smile appearing almost instantly on his face.

“When you go over there to give him this, I want you to pretend to be sad, okay? Make him think it’s not a yes.” 

Junnie struggles to contain his smile before nodding once more, then turns to make his way back to Jaemin.

You follow the young boy with your eyes, watching as he does his very best to maintain a poker face. You watch as Jaemin turns to him, a look of confusion surfacing his face when he sees that Junnie is not smiling like he had anticipated and you can’t help but snicker.

The moment Junnie’s within hearing vicinity, Jaemin says something to him that you obviously couldn’t hear. Junnie glances back at you and then reveals your answer to Jaemin and you know he’s done it the second Jaemin’s face lights up. 

You chuckle as Jaemin looks up at you, his face breaking into a wide smile. He waves at you shyly, like a bashful kid, before silently mouthing, "Tomorrow?"

You nod, warmth spreading across your cheeks. Giselle makes a comment over your shoulder but you don’t quite catch it, the cells in your body buzzing in excitement. 

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

taglist: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @reignessance

an: 12/12!! This was poorly proofread so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes but I wanted to finish this so I can work on other wips!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS,, THANK YOU!

[sports-on-sundays]

hiee, could you do a pau x reader where they've known each other since middle school or so and started dating in high school and are best friends before anything else. but as he starts to get famous and known in the group he gets his head in the clouds and starts neglecting her and is embarrassed by her (?) she tries to save their relationship but gets sick of it and breaks it off and gavi has to knock some sense into pau. (pls make it angsty 😭) i love your writing so much!!

love and fame / Pau Cubarsí

Summary: Pau x girlfriend!reader - In which the fame starts to get to a certain teenager's head.

Warnings: angst, neglect, crying, censored cuss

Requested?: Yea

Author's Note: This is a very good, well thought out request; thanks for the great idea! And honestly it makes me so happy to know you like my writing so much; thank you! Also I don't know if you meant it to be a romantic relationship, but I made it that in the end and only realized you may have meant something different once I was finished, so I'm sorry if I misinterpreted that, and I hope you like it still, either way!

It's like you knew what would happen before you even knew it.

"Wow, Pau," you had grinned, high-fiving your boyfriend after a game. You gave him a short hug, patting his back. "You're getting pretty famous, huh?"

"Yeah," he had laughed a bit. "It's crazy. Months ago, I felt like, you know, just me. Just Pau. Now people know me. They're asking for my autographs more and more. Someone wanted me to take a picture with their baby!"

Your nose had crinkled up, but also you laughed a bit at that. "Whoa." You lean back to look up at him, crossing your arms. "Well, you've always been 'just Pau' to me. Cute Pau, who plays football, and who my friends all tell me has a crush on me."

"Yeah, until I confessed it," he said with an eye roll, feeling as though he'd heard this a million times, but still enjoying hearing it, regardless.

But for right now, he looked at you with meaning, and pride. "But aren't you impressed? You know, that I'm going big?"

You grinned. Right now, for now, he cared about what you thought. He cared to make you proud.

Still.

"Hmmm... Ask me again after you've won some silverware," you had teased lightheartedly, obviously proud of him.

He grinned back and claimed confidently, "It's only a matter of time!"

Then you had started walking together, with his arm around your shoulders. You hesitated, pondering for a bit on your words, before casually commenting, "Just don't let the fame get to your head."

"What do you mean?" he had asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"You know... I just hope you'd never put it before me. Or before any other people you love, for that matter."

But he laughed, brushing it off right away. "Of course not, Y/n. No need to worry about that!"

And by the way he said it, you believed him. That sounded so genuine. As if it was silly for you to worry about such a thing. So you trusted him.

Now you see he should've given that comment from you a little bit more thought before openly denying it could ever be a possibility.

Because now, scarily enough, it looks like a very likely possibility.

You're visiting family in Seville, and planned it that way so you'd be able to surprise Pau by meeting him at his game. You weren't exactly expecting him start the game, but when you saw he was, that made it even better.

Or so you thought it would.

Well, it was a great game to watch. Anyone could say that much. A 2-4 win with a hat trick from Ferran- you're happy this is the away game you were able to plan to come to.

Now you laugh and exclaim when you see Pau after the game, all dressed in street clothes again with a few of his teammates- the two goalscorers themselves, and Iñaki Peña. But when he looks up and sees you, he suddenly looks-

uncomfortable?!

"H- Hey, Y/n," he quickly says, glancing to his teammates.

"What's your problem?" you demand, promptly shoving Ferran a bit in order to get to your boyfriend and stand in front of him with crossed arms.

"Nothing... Just, come on..." he says, grabbing your hand and starting to walk quicker down the hall. You see him eyeing both his teammates and a camera in the hall very nervously.

"Is something wrong...?" you inquire.

"Nope! But yeah, great game, no?" he says as you exit the hallway. He seems to be keeping a strange amount of distance between you and him.

"Right... You did great..." you respond, nodding slowly, your thoughts now completely elsewhere.

"Why?" you demand, crossing your arms. You were all ready, wearing your backwards flat cap, football jersey, and shorts. You were just tying up your hair, sitting across from him in an ice cream parlor, when Pau dropped his stupid little suggestion. "Why can't I come to training with you?"

"Be- Because it's not for you!" he argues. "It's for me. You're not a part of the team. You're not even a guy. It's not fair for you to just show up."

You frown. "What, did someone tell you that? Or did you just make that up on the spot, because there's some other reason why you don't want me coming?"

After knowing each other for five years, you and Pau have pretty much figured out how to catch if the other is lying or not.

Pau's face lights up pink embarrassed, proving your suspicions to be true.

You frown. "Pau, your whole team loves me! They don't mind if after training I kick the ball around with them a bit! What, is that the reason? Are you jealous?"

"No... no. That's not it," he shakes his head slowly, before suddenly looking at his watch. "Oh, God, I've got to go now, otherwise I'll be late!"

"I'm coming with!" you demand, standing up.

"No, no!" he says, gently pulling you away from the door. He forces you to look him in the eyes and mutters, "Please?"

You frown deeper. Hesitate. You sigh and mutter, "Whatever. Sure. But we're going to talk about this later."

He nods, seeming a little too relieved for it to be normal, before he walks out of the parlor, shutting the door behind him with a jingle of it's bell, leaving you standing alone in there, looking like an idiot.

You sigh, trying to process all this, but not understanding any of it one bit.

When you see Pau again, he somehow manages to avoid that talk you promised him by just being the sweetest with all his cuddles and compliments. You don't realize it was forgotten before he's gone, and it's too late now.

You sigh, deciding to brush it off. Convincing yourself it's nothing.

But then it goes weeks. No communication, or very little. It's strange, and extremely unlike Pau, who has always been one to always respond. Always spam rants. He always has the last word.

So to be suddenly sending short, dry, infrequent texts? And not inviting you to any dates or events?

It gives you a bad, bad, sinking feeling.

"Hey, Pau!" you attempt at smiling when you finally see him again. "It's been... too long, love..." you start. It's after a home game, and you wanted to catch him.

But he sort of just...

Puts you aside.

"One second, Y/n. I've got to finish something. And, uh, can you not just show up at a game like this...? You're kind of...?"

"I'm kind of... what?!" you demand, grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to give you his attention.

He hesitates, before muttering, "You're kind of dragging me down."

Your mouth drops at the same time as your heart does in your chest. "I'm- I'm what?" Your eyes are wide.

He blushes and mutters, "I guess I just... I kind of want to have you and my... my football life, my fame, separated."

You glare, crossing your arms. "Since when have you wanted me separated from anything in your life? What is this all of the sudden?"

He frowns, blushing deeper. "I don't know... I just... I don't know."

"Okay," you snap. "Whatever." And you walk off in anger, just like that.

He doesn't call you back, so you suppose you're leaving, just like he wants you to.

"So?" you stare across at Pau, unimpressed. You invited him to your house, and now you sit at your kitchen table with your hands resting on it, crossed.

"What?" he sighs, looking guilty.

Well, he probably is guilty. He's super guilty. This conversation is just a matter of figuring out what he's guilty of.

"Why have you been ignoring me? Why have you seemed embarrassed any time I'm around? Are you ashamed of me?"

He frowns. "Uh..."

"So you are ashamed of me?" just the question of that sends a pang through your chest.

"I-"

"Why? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing! It's just... Y/n, listen. I'm famous now. You're, like, just Y/n. You're just a regular girl... I just don't..."

"You don't want it being known you have just a regular girlfriend?!" you fume. "You said you wanted to be 'just Pau'! You said you didn't mind that!" You stand up. "But now you can't have your girlfriend being 'just Y/n'?" you jab in a mocking tone.

He takes your hand and says hesitantly, "You can be my girlfriend... I just..."

"You just don't want anyone seeing me, ever. You're ashamed of me," you confirm, pulling your hand away from his. You hesitate, before saying, "I'll give you a chance. If you can get your head out of the clouds, do it, because we have something that isn't worth losing over this."

He looks up nervous. "You would break up with me?"

"If you don't fix this, Pau. I love you, but I won't-" your voice falters for the first time. "I won't stay with you if you don't fix this. You can't expect me to put myself through that."

He suddenly stands up and hugs you, but it doesn't feel right. It should feel more comforting than it does.

But you swallow. You need to trust him. You should trust that the boy you've loved for years wouldn't throw away your relationship so easily.

He wouldn't, right?

You lay awake at night, laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Tears run softly, slowly down the sides of your face, onto your pillow, sinking into it.

Disappearing.

"Pau," you whisper into the empty, stuffy, lonely dark room. "What is it about me? Is there another girl you like more? Am I really that much to be... To be ashamed of?" You groan.

Great. Now I'm talking to myself, because I know I couldn't say this right ot his face.

I'd be too scared to know what his answers would be.

I just want him back. The Pau I know. Not this distant, strange thing he has going on. I want the sweet boy who always wanted me around. The boy who could never shut up about me, never stop raving about me.

Now he's ashamed of my very existence, it seems.

Is it really just the money breaking him? The fame, shattering him to pieces?

That's the only solution you can think of, but you don't want to settle for it.

You shut your eyes, convincing yourself that sleep is needed now.

Though shutting your eyes just pushes more tears out of them.

"It's over..." Somehow, you clench your jaw and stare into him. Somehow, you force yourself to look as hard and cold as a rock.

And as strong as one.

But inside, you're being shattered to pieces, and it's only a matter of time before you break.

Like, for real.

"What? Y/n, no- Please!" But his words, and his tone, doesn't match up with the look in his eyes.

Not exactly.

It's like there's two parts of him, inside, battling each other.

One sees the worth in this relationship. One regrets, and wants to amend. One wants to hold on.

But the other more predominant part is ready to let you go. It sees you as a burden, as a girl that's going to drag him down and make him look bad. A girl who isn't charismatic enough, or pretty enough, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity. A girl who just doesn't make the cut.

Now, you can't stop tears from filling up your eyes as you snap back bitterly, "No, Pau. I gave you a second chance. And a third chance. You didn't listen. You clearly don't care enough about me to get your head out of the clouds and actually make a change! So it's over! Over!"

And by the time you walk out, you're sobbing. Tear, streaming down your cheeks. Your legs shake, and everything feels so wrong.

It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair.

We were meant to be.

Forever.

We were suppose to be made for each other.

You sit alone in your room. Pulling at your messy, knotted hair. Feeling unwanted.

You are unwanted, Y/n, a voice in your head screams. He was the one that seemed to love you most, that seemed to never want to hurt you. And he was the one who let go of you, in the end.

You choke out another sob. Your parents were concerned, trying to figure out what was wrong, but right when you yelled when you walked into the house that he's an ungrateful b*tch and you never should have gotten with him in the first place-

You suppose they figured it was Pau.

You swallow back your tears, though you know that won't do anything in the end.

They're just going to keep coming.

For months, it's like you were holding this all in. All these emotions. The hope that things would turn around kept you strong enough not to fall apart.

But now here you are.

Falling apart, because now you see there is no hope.

And it really is over.

You roll over, staring at the wall. Tired, blubbering, whimpering back the sobs that softly escape from you. Staring at the peeling Barcelona posters. Anger boils up in you, and you suddenly reach up. "I don't want anything to do with you and your stupid club that changed you!" you suddenly scream, tearing it off the wall, throwing it on the floor.

You press you forehead against the cool wall, breathing deeply and sniffle pathetically, "I loved you."

And you add as your head pounds from all the confusion and tears in a soft cry, "And I still do."

"Is something wrong?" Gavi quite suddenly asks of Pau during some light warmups.

"Why do you ask?" Pau demands, meeting his eyes.

"You've been... quiet. Seems like something is on your mind?"

"Not really," Pau lies.

"Yeah, right."

"Why do you say that?" challenges the younger of the two teenagers.

"Because I know you're wrong. I know something is on your mind."

Pau frowns, pouting a bit at that. "How could you tell?"

Gavi shrugs casually, stretching out his leg gently. "Just can. But anyway- what is it? Does it have to do with your girlfriend suddenly seemingly disappearing off the face of planet Earth?"

Pau groans, leaning his head back. "How did you know?" he says, sounding more sarcastic and defeated this time than he sounded last time.

Gavi shrugs once more. "Two plus two equals four. So she ditched you?"

"That's a harsh way to put it."

"So she ditched you," Gavi repeats, but this time it's not a question, and more like a confirmation. He waits a few seconds, grabs a ball, then starts doing keepie uppies. After some more time, he passes the ball to Pau in the air as he asks, "So why was it?"

"Why was what?" Pau asks, playing stupid, as they continue passing the ball back and forth, doing a few kick-ups in between each pass.

"You know," Gavi says simply.

Pau sighs heavily. "Ask her, if you want to know why she broke up with me."

"But I'm asking you."

"You're nosy!"

"Okay, sure. Anyway, why did she break up with you?"

Pau frowns. Hesitates. "I don't know. I think she didn't think I was giving her enough attention?"

"Were you?"

Pau glances away.

"Were you?" Gavi repeats.

Pau sighs again. "Probably not." But then he quickly adds, "I just don't know if she was good for me."

"What do you mean? Why not?" There's no judgment in the nineteen-year-old's voice. Just inquiry.

Pau shrugs tentatively. "I don't know... I mean, like, she's just kind of regular."

"Regular?" Gavi asks, and now there's judgment in his tone. Judgment that Pau doesn't particularly appreciate.

"Yes, regular! She's just, like, some girl! I'm getting famous now, and there are so many girls that have crushes on me... like, all over. I mean, you know how it is. Would you settle for some random girl-next-door type, when you have so many options?"

"What do you expect to get?" Gavi demands. "Some girl who looks pretty but has no heart? Some girl that wants your money over your personality? Pau, if I had a girlfriend that I'd have known for as long as you've known Y/n, I wouldn't let go of her for all the money in the world."

"Maybe you're a different person than me, then!" Pau snaps, getting red in the face.

"Of course I am! But I'm just telling you my opinion. She's sweet, and she loves you. She has your interests, she cares, and you already know each other's families. Do you really not love her, or are you just embarrassed that you love her?"

Pau's jaw clenches. "I- I don't know." But something about what he just said, deep down in his chest, seems to hit home.

"And, God, she's pretty. I think you're being a bit too high with your expectations. Seems to me you think you're better than you are." Gavi looks up as he passes the ball in the air once more to Pau. "Maybe you should get your head out of the clouds, step down from the pedestal you've built yourself, and look at things a little bit more rationally to how reality actually is." As the ball lands at Pau's feet, Gavi turns with a wave. "If I were you, I would think about this more. It's clear you're not the same without her. You think you'll be happier without her, but clearly, you're not."

As Gavi walks away, paying careful mind to his knee, he comments, glancing back one more time, "You should think about apologizing. Think about what I said. Because that girl is worth a lot more than you think she is right now."

And Pau is left there, standing. Staring.

And, yes, he has a lot to think about.

It's not too far off to say that you've been a shell of yourself since the breakup. There's a hollowness to your eyes, and silence to your vocal cords, and a constant slight shaking to your hands.

It's like you're holding on my a thread, because at any moment, you could break.

Again.

Sometimes you wonder to yourself why you would let a boy control your feelings so much.

But then you remind youreslef that usually, you wouldn't.

Pau was always just different.

Something about you and him clicked.

Perfectly.

There was never a fear of a breakup with him. You never even expected that to happen. You imagined yourself always to be with him. Someday, you might even get married.

Of course, you had had your fantasies about that.

But now that expectation is crushed, and your heart can't deal with it.

So much so that you had to block is number. And all his socials.

Because it was too much of a temptation to just text him. And beg for him to accept you back.

And you knew that wouldn't do any good in the end.

After all, there was a reason why you broke up with him, and a good one, at that.

But in the end, that makes it harder for Pau, two weeks of thinking and stressing after his chat with Gavi, to talk with you.

So he has to go to your house to talk to you.

No getting out of this the easy way, through a text conversation.

Gavi's words just kind of hit a cord in him. Got him thinking. And now as he walks up to the house with a pathetic bouquet of roses behind his back, he's nervous. He feels emotional, but isn't sure how to deal with the feelings he's experiencing.

He supposes when he sees you, he'll just let whatever comes out of his mouth come out, like he usually does, and he'll hope this time, it's something good.

He knows that's not the best approach to life, but can't think of a better way.

When you hear the doorbell ring, you don't really care. Probably just a delivery man, or your parents friends, or something like that. Something you don't care about. So you continue zoning out on your phone, laying on your bed, wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

When your mother answers the door, Pau immediately blurts nervously, "H- Hey... Mrs. Y/s/n. Is Y/n home...?"

She squints hesitantly.

Of course. Probably Y/n trash talked me, Pau thinks to himself. Will she even let me in her home?

But after some thought, she turns and calls into the house, "Y/n! There's someone at the door to see you." She gestures to Pau, beckoning for him to come in.

So she leaves the room, and you enter.

And freeze.

Here Pau is. The first time you've seen him in... way too long. And you're wearing pajamas. Your hair is messy. You probably look so tired.

"Pau?" you barely speak. "Why're you here?"

Suddenly he pulls out a bouquet of bright red roses from behind his back, and blurts, "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You stare at the roses, before hesitantly taking them. "Uh, I..."

Suddenly he takes your free hand in both of his, wrapping it around his two. And he starts rambling. "Y/n, I'm so sorry... I was wrong; I didn't know what I was doing or talking about. I was stupid... I was putting other things over the most beautiful girl in the world. Your heart is one of gold... I'm so stupid, and it took one of my friends talking sense into me for me to even realize what I was doing,- the exact thing I told you I would never do. So I'm sorry, and I want you to please take me back, because I feel like we are actually meant to be. It feels wrong with you not as my girlfriend, so I, uh... I think I want to try this again and show you how much of a good boyfriend I can be. I can put you above the fame, because I think I really do love you, and my heart belongs with yours. I- Are you crying?"

You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. "P- Pau..." you murmur, your voice cracking. "You... You're so..." You cough a little, and let out a little hiccup.

"You... I'm sorry for making you cry..." he says right away, concern etched into his face.

You throw your arms around him and begin crying softly into his shoulder. He gently rubs your back, as you press the roses against his.

"You made me cry so much," you breathe. "More than you'll ever know."

"Oh, Y/n," he breathes. And there's regret in his voice. Real regret. "I'm so sorry... Please let me make it up to you now."

You sniff, leaning away to look up at him. "You don't care that my hair is tangled right now? Or that I'm just wearing my pajamas?"

"If I did, that would show I really haven't come around. Of course I don't care. I'm just glad you're here... In... in my arms again."

You sniff and nod. "Thank- Thank you, Pau... For everything. And I forgive you. I forgive you," you take in a few deep breathes, before adding, "And thanks for the roses. They're nice. Smell nice."

He nods, his eyes softening even further. "So... you'll give me another chance?"

You hesitate for only a second, before nodding. "Yes, I will."

He pulls you into another hug, wrapping you in his strong warmth.

It feels like true comfort. Like he really does care.

You breathe a breath of fresh air.

[nerd-space]

Mike this and Josh that...

Chris being so into you he finds every possible way to hang out, be with you or touch you? Every moment he gets counts? The first thing he asks when everyone's getting together is if you're there?

Eventually the moment finally comes, and it's grand!!!

Again, I'm not ashamed of being into this hot piece of meat. Staying wild and free, no anonymity (say it out loud and it rhymes)

This man is the type to get a crush on someone after meeting them once BAHAHA LETS BE SERIOUS 😭

also god yeah dude lack of anon is so me i do that too 🤭

Chris genuinely was so nervous when he met you for the first time- lets say he met you through ashley or something and shes like a mega lesbian idfk LMAO

anyways Chris constantly asks if you're coming with Ashley to hangout at her place or his place and you end up coming over 24/7 without Ashley and you guys all go to the mall together and shit and he's always as close to you as possible 🥹

If you're too tired to hangout or busy he'll always send you a text like " missed you today :( " JSJSJSJ

If you're more straightforward ( like mwuah ) and admit to liking him fast he'll reciprocate with just as much enthusiasm and will sigh a massive sigh of relief lol

If you're both nervous... well.. might take months or.. years to admit to eachother anything unless someone drunkenly admits to it LOLOLDL

Anyways... dating phase omg...

i will be adding some nsfw to this btw cuz i always add nsfw 🥴 anywaaayhhyssss

Dating phase

Nervous wreck for about a week and then he gets the hang of it LMAO

love love loves to constantly be holding your hand or back or anything- shit he'll make sure your guy's feet touch as long as he has a limb on you

also does things for you.. constantly. acts of service man galore. Waterbottle empty? no it isnt :) - opening doors? dont even reach for the door car or other, its already open babes. he easily memorizes what you order anywhere and will literally just get you things bcus he can duh!

Nsfw time.

Dom, he definitely doms once he's comfortable or if you just are again, straightforward it's helpful to get him to also be straightforward with you so like when you guys have sex for the first time together and you're like

"pls rock my shit?" and he's just like "...can do."

he likes the aspect of caring for you mundanely and sexually. he reaaaally does.

He also seems the type to be the nerdy awkward guy who watches insane fucking porn- probably watched porn with Josh at least once before. genuinely knows what he's doing though and always asks you questions

depending on his mood he'll either be fucking you and ruininb your makeup into your sheets OR being really rough and slow with you just because he missed you or something.

first time he choked you he was terrified till he saw how hard you came from it. now its just a sex staple.

made you almost black out one time- got terrified again- when you begged; genuinely begged him to do it again he did it and then slowly got more turned on by the way you gave him full trust in your life into his hands...

Loves fingering you on his lap, also loves to finger you when you're both out with friends and you have a habit of not wearing underwear anymore so he can get easy access to you ?28;9-9(99/

anyways normal!

[peepeedrip]

my miles quaritch hc's (sfw & nsfw)

a/n: this is the first time i've written something since i was 14 and if u know me from my harry potter phase no u don't 💀 NE ways im so scared to post this and if u have any criticism pls lmk ok bye bye

reader is afab if you would like me to make it gender neutral lmk 💪

here we go 🤯:

im sorry but the first thing i'm gonna talk about is those damn arms 😭 like imagine na'vi reader looking at him and being intrigued by his fingers and shit (like this fic on ao3 u already know) and then asking about his tattoo because ur totally not checking out his arms you're just really intrigued by the art on his skin ofc haha

he's not sure if you're checking him out or just genuinely curious about his different culture but he lets u come closer and touch him and stuff

he doesn't stop u until he can feel himself blushing getting uncomfortable at how close u are to him and he's like "ok ugh get off me 🙄" so that u don't see how his cheeks are tinted purple I MEAN UH yea he's totally disgusted by u lol haha /j

slow burn slow burn slow burn

he'll act all tough and scary around you, but doesn't let u see that he gets more fond of your presence with each passing day

eventually you can see him slowly warming up to you after a few weeks, always offering to carry stuff for you that really isn't that heavy, or when you're out in the forests of pandora telling you to "give me that fruit right there" so he can peel it for you and hand it over with his head turned away and a curt "welcome." on his lips after you thank him

you find his new behavior odd, but you aren't going to question why his tail flicks faster when you're near or why he always finds some way to be in your general proximity, especially with all the help he's been giving you recently

look at me. i know this man is a commander and he takes charge and whatnot but u know DAMN well he gets nervous around you. like

it doesn't matter if ur a human or na'vi or an avatar THIS MAN WILL FIND U HOT ASF 💀💀💀 like he's checking u out n shi behind ur back and lyle is looking at him like. dude. be so fucking fr

and lyle gets on his ass for it too 😭😭😭 like miles will be doing some daily ass task and lyle will come tease him about u

miles: licking some envelope to send papers to someone

lyle: damn i bet u wish that was y/n's-

miles: 👊💥

lyle: 😵😵‍💫😴 (he died) (jk but miles wishes he was fr 😭)

this man will try so hard to be suave and make the first move but he gets negative rizz around you 😭 u make him nervous lmao and he especially doesn't want to mess this up because of who he used to be so he goes into it way more gently than he would have in his past life

eventually once u realize u got a crush on this man ur gonna try to flirt too but he's TOO HOT ur gonna fumble and it just ends up in y'all having the perfect moments to kiss or make out or SOMETHING and y'all are just like "haha.... crazy weather we're having lol"

lyle and z-dog are punching y'all in their heads rn

i feel like eventually it would culminate in him leaving for a big mission like the one to capture jake and when he's telling u goodbye and turns around to leave u grab his hand and say "come back safe, please"

he looks at you surprised, but he regains his composure and grabs ur hand to bring it to his lips. "i will, cupcake. promise." SCREAMING CRYING PUNCHKNG MY WINDOW 🥊🥊💥💥

i can't remember who headcanoned that he calls u cupcake but he calls his ikran cupcake so he calls u cupcake AND WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THAT UR A GENUIS blessing the miles fandom fr

he definitely takes it slow because like i said, he knows who he used to be in his past life and wants to be a different man from that

and all the helping u out shit that he was doing before doesn't go away, in actuality it probably gets more frequent cause he always wants to be around u now

however when y'all kiss for the first time.... 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

im just saying in his past life he got to an old age, old age = experience. new young body = 😏

and this full on extends to the bedroom 🤭🤭

NSFW ahead warning 😟😱🤯‼️⚠️🔞

he is very gentle and doesn't pressure u AT ALL. however being gentle doesn't mean that he doesn't give u the most mind blowing show stopping sex you ever had your first time

def into oral. he goes down on u and i mean he goes down. holding your legs and hips down while his tongue flicks and runs over your cooter cat like it was the indy 500 bitch 😭 he is not playing around

he also enjoys having his dick in ur mouth ofc. he loves kissing ur lips so what better thing than to have them wrapped around his cock and balls?

he'll enjoy it if you fight back a little bit. he'll enjoy it if you submit to him completely. he'll enjoy it. just let this man cook 🤝

if u DO like to fight back 😼😼 ohh girl u already know his colonel side is coming out

overstims your pussy if ur into that, cause you wouldn't listen to him earlier so now he has to make u listen his way

"you like that, you little brat?" he asks with a gentle smack to your cheek. you're clenching around him HARD. "fuuuckkkk.. you just had to make trouble for yourself, didn't 'ya cupcake?" he's breathing into your ear, half moaning, half speaking cause girl that pussy got him in a CHOKEHOLD

won't stop until u tell him "sorry, sir" and apologize for acting against him. he's used to disciplining people from the army and he knows how to deal with people who get outta line

however if ur more on the submissive side MMMMHMMM u know he's gonna eat that up

like if he tells you to do something and u follow it no question..... mhmm u getting dicked down good tonight is all i'm saying 🕺🕺🕺

"god baby, so good for me.." he's peppering kisses all over your face and neck, thrusting into your pussy just the way you like it. "gonna fuck you so good baby.. fuck.. this pussy is gonna be good for me yeah?" yes sir 💂‍♀️😝🫡

sometimes he'll see just how far he can go with it, asking you to bend in absurd positions or follow absurd asks, and once he sees you do it without hesitation he feels a flame of possessiveness rise in him, hands and arms wrapping around you and praising how good you are for him

he will treasure u fr no matter what you're like for him, sometimes he just be mid-fucking u and he just looks at u like 'damn, i love u wtf' HES SO DOWN BAD GRRRRR

and sometimes you'll do the same where you'll just look up at him and you can't help but put a hand on the side of his face and breathe out, "i love you, miles" IM SOBBING CRYING

he love love loves u and u love love love him GRRRRR *blocks u two* GET A ROOM YUCK GROSSSSSS

this was the most heinous gut wrenching vomit inducing thing i've ever written if u read this far U A TROOPER FR🫡ok i gtg now it's 1 am now bye bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

also s/o to @nqify and @cuethediscoandthedrinks for making me want to get back into writing again go read their stuff rn OR ELSE 🤯🤯😡😡👊👊💥💥🥊🥊

[uh-niran-really]

Female talon member reader x lifeweaver ? 👀 Imagine this😈🙏

Reader is tasked to infiltrate niran's lab to steal information of his biolight with the permission to use violence on niran himself if needed.

While reader is looking around, she gets pissed at how difficult it was to find information, even harder to find the metal glove itself, making her more and more frustrated.

Niran gets back home with Satya after multiple meetings, drained asf, he opens the door to his lab to see a gun pointed to his face, in fear and panic, he tries his best to cooperate to the reader's demands without giving away too much information

Plot twist! :00 Niran and Reader used to be classmates back in the academy and reader used to have a big crush on him before!

Reader's hands are shaky while holding up the gun but tried to shake it off for the sake of her mission

Niran realizes who she was and is heartbroken this was the path she took, he ends up trying to convince her to join overwatch, to turn a new life like his buddy baptiste did.

Reader and niran get into a small banter about how she should join him

Reader gets ticked off about how hes trying to distract her, her true feelings slipping out and she grips her gun tighter, telling him about how he never truly cared for her in the first place. How he never even hang around her, only giving her smiles with a few small talk back in the academy.

Insert niran feeling bad and giving her an apology for everything and sad moment bc reader realizes her whole life she felt ignored by everyone and that an apology was all she really needed, she feels guilty and sets her gun down, feeling defeated and preparing for the scolding moira would give her once she came back

Then bAAM

Niran pins her down to his desk and tilts her chin up, shes flustered asf and he whispers in her ear, almost begging her to join him, to leave talon

She gets pouty, telling him that hes just trying to persuade her into folding and that it isnt gonna work on her until he starts kissing her neck and roaming his hands around her body, confessing his love he had for her all the way back in the academy. He had the confidence to speak to her but it seemed like every time he would try to approach her she would disappear and how she still lingered in his mind every now and then even though theyve been apart for years

She gets embarrassed but refuses to believe him, telling him he was lying for the sake of keeping his biolight info a secret, he nibbles at her ear teasingly, whispering how hes willing to give her the information, the whole glove even- knowing she would keep it a secret because after all, knowing the feelings long ago were mutual, He knew you were his. 😈🙏 He teases her but is still genuine when he asks if he would like to reconnect, interlacing his fingers with hers, kissing her and leading to a steamy make out session on his desk

I don't know how to transition things but the make out session ends in niran roughly fucking her on his desk, muttering about how badly he's been needing her ever since he had left the academy abruptly.

I imagine him as a rough dom but is heavy on praising the reader, i like to think he's rough unintentionally since he hasn't had alot of time to really please himself or mingle around with others for satisfaction because hes constantly on the run😭🙏

I like to think they go on for hours without realizing 😇🙏

Satya being a concerned roommate knocks on his lab doors, not wanting to go in bc shes keen on privacy, which for the first time niran is actually incredibly glad about

OMFG pls i request a sequence where he switches to railing her by his lab doors while responding to satya in between pants while alSO trying to keep the reader quiet

Poor worried satya is concerned and asks him why he's panting so much and he chuckles looking over at the reader while making up some sort of excuse

Again i dont know how to transition things🥹

But i imagine he gives the absolute BEST aftercare, apologizing for cumming inside of her without asking and promising her to get her a morning after pill if she wishes to which reader says yes to

Then at the end they end up cuddling at the couch inside of the lab with Niran and in a still teasing (but genuine curiosity) tone asks if she'll join him in overwatch to which the reader nods to but tells him about how scared she is at talon's reactions as he promises to protect her and keep her safe before they fall asleep in each others arms, 🥹🙏Niran already thinking of a million ways to make it up to him and the reader's lost time together and promising himself to take her out to officially make her his girlfriend

SORRY IF THAT WAS MESSY😭🙏 i didnt reread anything.. </3

Fem Talon Reader x Lifeweaver - Join Overwatch

Content: Slight Angst, Fluffy Aftercare and Heavy NSFW - MDI!!

Word Count: 3,800+

A/N: Omg this was soooo fun to write!! I really enjoyed this! I channeled my inner Niran as best I could! Ahhhh I love him! I really really hope you like this one!! 🌸

You knew your mission and regardless of any prior feelings you had, you were going to do it to the best of your ability. Biolight was of the upmost importance and you would be the one to secure it. Satya Vaswani was tasked with this previously and she failed, siding with the target. You promised your superiors that you would not fail. You were apart of Talon after all, and Talon did not crumble.

You had been granted special permission to use any force necessary to acquire the Biolight, this included violence against the target. Something you had no problems doing. Violence was what you were known for. Why else would they put you on this mission. The helicraft hovered above the targets residence, his lab was inside. You hopped off the craft and waited for it to disappear out of view before you made your way inside.

The lab was much fancier than you thought possible. The place was bright and pristine, giving off a homely vibe with all the plants dotted around. You began your search for the prototype. Moira had told you what to look for. Any signs of a physical prototype along with any research notes. Should be easy, but no. This place was locked down tight. Any trace of biolight had been wiped. Smart. It was starting to make you mad. Not a single note containing anything to do with the Biolight, let alone a physical prototype lying around. The frustration was setting in, making you careless. So careless you didn’t even hear the front door.

“Oh what a day dearest! Those meetings were sooooo boring.”

“You find most events, in where you sit and listen, boring Bua.”

“Oh Satya don’t tell me that was fun for you? I’m so exhausted.” Niran yawned stretching his limbs in the process. “Still, I’m going to head to my lab for a bit.”

You had the foreshadowing to hold your gun to the door, waiting for him to open it. Sure enough he did. With shock setting in, he realised he was in danger.

“Who are you? What do you want?!”

You gestured to move away from the door to let it shut. He cooperated slowly moving away putting his hands up to show he was unarmed. He worried for Satya, she didn’t deserve to be caught up in all this.

“Where is your Biolight prototype. Your research. Give them both to me and you can go.”

“Please, I have a friend here, don’t..”

“You won’t have to worry about her if you do what I tell you. Where is your Biolight research?”

You look directly into his eyes now. Those warm brown ones that you used to love so much. In all these years, they hadn’t changed. He hadn’t changed. Still very much the gorgeous Niran from school, just all grown up. Your hand shakes a little waving around the gun a little, but you remain calm. Seeing him again after so long was taking its toll. You had to shake it off. For the mission.

“Y..Y/N..? Is.. is that you?”

He remembered you? How. How was it possible that he knew you still. After all these years and the minimal interactions you had. Yet he knew your name without hesitation.

“You.. you joined Talon..? Why? You were always such a good person. So kind and very very sweet.”

Your convictions about him now were starting to change but you did what you could to stop your mind overclouding your judgment. You weren’t the same person. Hadn’t been for a while.

“I am not that person anymore Niran. Haven’t been for quite some time. Where is it? You’d risk Satya’s life as well?” You watch his expression turn to terror. “Yeah that’s right, she’s known to us. You didn’t think we know?”

Niran sighed thinking of all you must have been through to go down this path. Talon was by no means a good organisation. It was very much the opposite of what he believed in. He couldn’t believe that the girl he once knew had joined them.

“Talon is.. is an awful organisation to get mixed up in my dear. Do you need help?”

“I chose this path Niran, is that so hard to believe?”

He shrugged softly, expression softening. He slowly trailed over to his desk, eyes watching you, mindful of your gun. Still he was probably a pro at this point. With a countless number of people after him he was bound to pick up a few things.

“Yes. Where is the sweet girl I use to know?”

“Dead and buried. You’ll end up like that soon if you don’t te-“

“Join Overwatch.”

Overwatch? Now why would you do a thing like that? It was an awful excuse for team, even if they did have Niran, and by extension Satya. You eye him trying to read his expression.

“I’m serious. A good friend of mine use to be apart of Talon. Now he works with us. His name is Jean Baptiste if you’re curious.”

“A traitor if you ask me.”

“Well good thing I wasn’t then hmm.”

His tone was light, friendly. He could be cute when he wanted to be, but also coy. He was like this at the academy too. Not much had changed since their last encounter. He still had the same child like wonder, with gorgeous features and stunning bod-

“Yes. A good thing.”

“Ahh good. You do understand that I can’t just hand over my research yes? Besides the old Y/N wouldn’t want this.”

“I’m not-“

“Not the same person, yes dear you said, but physically you look the same. You’re still gorgeous. Oh the years have been kind to you sweet thing.”

Him and his flirtatious words. It was a classic Niran Pruksamanee move though. Man would attempt to flirt his way out of everything if he could. And why shouldn’t he try? He was attractive enough. Still he was starting to piss you off with the distractions and constant chatter. It would have worked too but..

“You never did care about me. I don’t know why you pretend to do so now.” You hold the gun with more conviction now, willing to fire if you must, though you didn’t want to, not really.

“Why do you say that Y/N?”

“It was all smiles and small talk, but you never wanted to hang out with me or talk to me on a deeper level. Satya was always your main priority. I get it Niran she’s probably your girlfriend or something but god! I wanted to be your friend too!”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I am sorry you misunde-“

“Oh no, don’t give me that crap! It hurts. Being shunned by the world! That’s why I’m apart of Talon. Because fuck the world and your stupid rules. I felt silenced, but now I’m a song bird.”

He looked genuinely hurt by your confession of how you felt hurt and shunned by him and everyone else around him. He looked at you with soft gentle eyes again, imagining the sweet girl he met. In truth he had always liked you.

“Y/N. I am truly sorry that I hurt you. It was never my intention to make you feel like an outcast.”

“Always an excus- What?”

He just apologised to you and it sounded so genuine. He even bowed his head to you, showing respect. He felt awful and you could see it. This was.. different.

“No, there’s no excuse for that… I never meant for you to feel alone.. I.. should have tried harder.”

You had no idea how much you needed to hear those words. Not even just from him but in general. You felt ignored by the world and shunned by a society meant to keep you thriving. His apology had you questioning everything. You felt guilty for what you were doing. Slowly you lower your gun and put it on his desk, looking at the relief on his face. You were considering heading back to Havana empty handed. Moira would scold you. You’d probably even be punished.

“Okay Niran I-“

Before you even knew what hit you, Niran had both your wrists in his hands, pushing you back onto his large desk, pinning you down, arms above your head. He freed up his left hand, the other effortlessly holding both of your wrists down. His newly freed hand lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“Ni-Niran? What are you doing?”

He liked seeing you so flustered. It was very cute. He liked how your small frame complimented his tall muscular one. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Leave Talon. Join Overwatch with me, pleaseeee” His tone was almost a teasing beg.

“Knock it off! You’re just trying to get me to fold! Stop, it’s not going to work!”

He lightly chuckled against your skin. His lips move to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses against your jawline as he did. Once at your neck he found the spot that he personally enjoyed being kissed on. Soft kisses turned into playful teasing, turning your flesh a warm purple. A love bite here and a love bite there. By now he had released your hands, favouring to explore your heavenly body, leaving a seering hot trail when he touched. Your hips were a particular favourite of his, as well as the top of your chest, being mindful not to touch your breasts. Such a tease.

“Truthfully Y/N.. I’ve always had quite the crush on you.”

Fingers trailed down to your stomach, so dangerously close to the waist band of your cargos, more soft kisses placed at your neck.

“Well, more than a crush really. You were all I ever seemed to think about. I wanted to tell you so many times but.. you always seemed to disappear.”

His hands moved elsewhere, leaving you breathless. He opted to hold your chin again, the other hand placed next to your head, leaning his weight on it. He looked so good looking down at you like this. His white hair cascaded down, tucked softly behind his ear. It was attractive.

“You still lingered on my mind for years Y/N. Even up until now I still thought of you. So gorgeous in your uniform, so shy and sweet, yet angry at the world. I wanted you so badly and I still do pumpkin.”

“Y-you’re lying.. you’re just trying to save your Biolight! You don’t mean any of this Niran.”

You were embarrassed for getting this flustered. This is probably how Satya failed to obtain it, just with way less flirting involved. This is what he does. Niran smirked at you, his feisty little Talon Agent. He leaned in close to your ear again, nibbling softly at the lobe before whispering softly to you.

“I’d give you my research and cybernetic so willingly dearest. You can take it, it’s yours.” His thumb rubbed across your bottom lip, hand still very much holding your chin. “I know you’ll keep it a secret though. Not because you’re a good girl, but because I know you want me just as much as I want you..”

How could he possibly know that. He wasn’t wrong, in fact far from it. You did want him. He was all you ever wanted for years. The reason you accepted this mission was partly for selfish reasons, not that you’d tell Talon that.

“Shall we reconnect after all these years my sweet sweet petal?”

A hand moved to one of yours, interlocking your fingers with his. His lips moved to yours, the softest of kisses at first. You both couldn’t resist eachother. The built up desire was too much to handle. The kiss turned hungry, both wanting to make up for lost time, both wanting dominance over the other, though of course Niran won that battle. The way he kissed you was so seductive, so playful.

Soon one thing lead to another and you found yourself half naked on his desk, his fingers slipped inside your panties, teasing your clit so precisely, it had you cumming in minuets.

“First of many, should you want more loveeee”

You did want more. Who could say no to a man this attractive. Before you could even come down from your high you nodded desperately wanting more of him. Every inch of him. And oh was he happy to oblige you. Who was he to say no to the women he had thought about for so long.

“Please..” Was all you could muster, but it was enough to have him dropping his pants in anticipation. It had been so long since he was sexually with another person. Palming himself off just wasn’t the same. He missed the pillow talk, the warmth he felt. The cries of his partner as he fucked them so lovingly. It had been way too long. Being on the run was no fun when all he could do was mingle at best. He was being so impolite, so rough with you, though you hardly cared. His cock felt amazing as it slipped inside you, and he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size as he slid in inch by inch, watching in delight as your eyes rolled back, a moan escaping your lips.

“A moan already, now that’s a record. Usually I don’t have my partner moaning this early. Are you a little touch starved my darling?”

It didn’t matter if you were or weren’t. He was going to make sure you felt good either way. His hands found your thighs holding them roughly against the top of desk, practically spreading you. He had a small kink where he loved to watch his cock get taken in by his partner. It actually turned him on more. Slowly he began to pull out half way before sliding so effortlessly back into you. The movements so agonisingly slow it had your mind screaming for more.

“Look how well you take me, you’re such a good girl sweet thing.”

Almost as if he could read your mind, he switched up the pace, loving the way you reacted to him. Your hand moved to your clit, seeking more pleasure from the situation. A hand that was quickly swotted away.

“Uh uh uh darling, do you not enjoy the pleasure I give you? Is it not enough for you, gardenia?”

“No I-“

It didn’t matter. He was all too happy to rail you against the desk if that’s what you wanted. He pulled your hips towards him as he pushed his hips forward creating the most blissful sensation you had ever felt, a guttural cry accompanying it. He didn’t stop to allow you time to comprehend that however, his thrusts deep and needy. It had you begging for him to keep going.

“I’ve been needing this for so long… you have no idea how much I thought of you Y/N! Ever since I left the academy! Fuck you feel so good!”

He watched as your breasts bounced from the force, a pretty sight to behold. He fucked you for what was probably hours, giving your many sweet orgasms. He himself opted to pull out and finish on your breasts or stomach rather than inside you. Your face twisted in sheer pleasure each time, which was enough to make him want to please you more… and to tease you. He abruptly stopped as you were about to cum for the Xth amount of time, smirking at your disappointed cries.

“Nirannnn!”

“Sorry Kon Dii, I couldn’t resist.”

He more than made up for it when he started up again, fucking you so hard he had you screaming his name.

“Keep screaming like that and-“

A hasty knock came at his lab door. A concerned roommate and best friend. Sweet of her to worry really. It had been hours since she last saw him and now there was screaming coming from his lab. Sexual screaming, though he wasn’t too sure she could tell the difference.

“Niran? Niran are you okay?”

“Satya will hear you..” He finished his sentence.

He sighed but decided to have yet more fun. He pulled out of you and took hold of your wrist, helping you off the desk and leading you over to his lab door. You panicked thinking he was going to open it, but thankfully he did not. He instructed you to reach your arms out and hold the wall, leaning down slightly. You did as you were asked, who were you to disagree and miss out on more fun.

“Yes Satya, I’m fine!”

He stood behind you, roughly taking your hips and teasing you slightly by grinding his hips against you. You tried so hard not to moan his name.

“Are you sure? It’s been a little while and I heard what sounded like a scream.”

Niran was grateful that Satya was big on privacy. She would never step in without being asked to do so. It was perfect for situations like this. With no warning he slide his cock inside you again watching you slam a fist into the wall in pleasure.

“Niran!?”

“I promise you dearest, everything is fine.”

His thrusts were almost punishing you. He didn’t care for the slow build up this time. He wanted to make you scream, knowing full well that you couldn’t, too embarrassed to be caught. You leant a forearm against the wall, moving the now free hand to cover your mouth.

“If you’re sure.. I worry about you Bua.”

The pleasure was just too much to resist. He was fucking you so good it was hard to stand, legs already trembling. Niran was starting to feel it too, panting as he tried to keep a continuous pace.

“Thank.. you.. for.. your.. concern. Uhhh. I can asSURE.. you I’m fine.” He replied in between pants.

“Niran you don’t sound okay! What’s going on?! I’m so worried.”

Niran chucked as he continued to fuck you, watching your body shake and your hand cover your mouth so tightly you looked as if you would pass out. Still he knew you could take more. His hand reached around your waist and down, toying with your clit, adoring the way you gasped.

“Don’t worry Satya, I just saw the sweetest kitty.” He grinned as he continued to toy with you as he fucked you against the wall. “It startled me, but I’m petting it currently. It’s being so good!”

“Ohh.. well as long as you’re okay. Sorry for disturbing you.”

He listened to the click of her heels recede and knew he was in the clear. He was so close to cumming and by the sounds you were allowing yourself to make now, you were too.

“Close Tii Rak? Mmm such a well behaved girl aren’t you. So good for me.”

His teasing has become too much as you felt your orgasm build.

“Oh please!!”

“Since you asked so nicely darling.”

He rubbed your clit a little harder, timing it with his thrusts sending you crashing into your orgasm. The way your walls tightened around him was enough to catch him off guard. With a breathy moan he too came, but wasn’t quick enough to pull out, resulting in an accidental load deep inside you.

“Oh dear.. it seems I may have misjudged that.”

Your head spun as he pulled out of you. Your legs were so weak he barely caught you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you up.

“Easy my love. I’ve got you.”

Effortlessly he scooped you up into a bridal carry, smiling at your exhausted face. He carried you to a small love seat he kept in his lab for small naps or relaxing breaks, gently laying you down, before slipping in behind you, cuddling you close.

“Was I too rough with you petal?”

You shook your head softly enjoying the way he snuggled up to you. He felt so warm and inviting, you felt your body relax.

“Im sorry for cumming inside you like that, I had every intention of pulling out sweetie. Are you mad with me?”

His fingers played with your hair, it felt so nice to have your hair played with the way Niran did it. It was so gentle and soothing.

“I’m not mad Niran, I’m just sleepy.”

“And who could blame you. Would you like me to take you to the pharmacy tomorrow? I can sort a morning after pill for you, unless you don’t need one, birth control and all.”

You smiled. It was nice to feel so cared about. It was genuine and sweet the way he softly spoke to you. Almost like a lullaby.

“I’d like that. Thank you for caring.”

“Shouldn’t all partners care about you after these types of things?”

His fingers continued to play with your hair, pausing only to kiss the top of your head. You’d slept with other people before, but aftercare was a rarity.

“Today was a lot for you, and I want us to have time to relax. It’s important for me to know you’re okay.”

You turn to face him and he gives your space to do so, before you neatly tuck into his chest, head resting against his pounding chest. The rhythm was steady. He loved the way you listened.

“Sooo.. does this mean you’ll join Overwatch seeing as we’re sooooo in love.” His tone half teasing you but also serious. He was curious to know if this would be a one time thing or if you would stay with him.

“I’m scared Niran.. what if they find me.. they will kill me.. but I want to stay. Right here, with you.”

“I can promise you that I will protect you. Nothing will harm you. I’m going to keep you safe and away from Talon. I’ll treasure you as much as I do with my Biolight.”

You smile. He truly cared. He wanted you to join Overwatch from the start. His narrative never changing. You knew Talon were dangerous, you just never had an out till now.

“Can I get you anything? An ice pack? Some water? Food? I can distract Satya long enough for you to shower if you would like one.”

“I’m so sleepy Niran.. I could.. just.. drift off… to.. sle-“

He kissed your forehead smiling at how cute you were when you were sleepy and how quickly you drifted off. He held you in his arms, starting to rub your back and shoulders. He began to fantasise a million different ways you could catch up together. He also wondered what he would tell Satya. But most of all he was imagining the perfect way to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“You’re better off with me.”

[sukirichi]

me thinks tsumu didn’t actually get her drunk so she’d sleep with him. i think his blabber mouth let out the fact that the royal family is completely fucked and mentioned the affair - probably to get brownie points with the model or because he’s mad at rin for being likely to be king or something. and getting her drunk was supposed to be a safety net to ensure she doesn’t remember any of their conversations regarding that topic. she wakes up and feels blindsided that he’d try to do something so gross, she lets the info out? IDK i feel like something corrupt happened between the two that didn’t involve sexual relations…. maybe she was the one to take that photo and tsumu getting her drunk was his way of trying to erase it, like she’s drunk he takes her phone deletes pic - problem solved! i just feel like the amount of times he apologised SPECIFICALLY to sunarin… it’s just way too suspicious.

onto the man himself. y’know how i was talking about my nendoroid? imma cover his ears when i say this; if he’s genuinely so arrogant to think that sticking to his dogshit fuckass plan is the only option (because he doesn’t wanna damage his pride even more and admit he’s wrong) im gonna deck this man myself. sleeping with itinerary ON YN’S BED??? OHHHH BITCH YOU HAVE ME SO FUCKED UP RN. her only safe haven and it’s been tainted by that man whore and his woman crush wednesday…. i cannot WAIT for yn to fuck up iriler cuz she got on my last nerve like i genuinely didn’t think that was possible but damn. she deserves just as much heat as rin cuz atp do you not have ANY fucking sympathy for another woman?? you need to get some mediocre loveless dick wet so bad, you’ll do it on someone else’s bed in their locked safe space??

i have some theories but with the ending of the chapter i just need to take a few more laps, whew im like malding so hard rn. TAKING OFF THE FUCKING RING? LIKE THE AUDACITY OF THAT FIVE HEAD. it’s such a slap in the face because despite everything that happened - yn was STILL thinking of suna and how to help him and then the betrayal of them doing it in her room, AND HE JUST TAKES HIS RING OFF AND LEAVES??? IRIS HAS STOLEN EVERYTHINGGG, that line where yn was trying to reassure herself like “it was your ring on his finger.” and then cutting to that ring being left on the bed side table … suki you got me so fucked up i feel like i could run a mile rn.

there IS a way for their relationship to be redeemed tbf, idk how many readers would agree with it but i feel like the redemption would be something a little like how it was in the hamilton musical, like we just finished the reynold’s pamphlet track. i think with the redemption their relationship is definitely not going to be warm and it’s going to be a lot less loving (not loveless but yn isn’t going to give her love easily to him).

me personally, i’m just hoping if ushi becomes king he allows divorces so yn can get out of that relo and so can kiyoomi, they both deserved each other and i don’t think they could ever ignore each other for too long, especially not after that entire trip where they built their connection with each other.

i’m done rambling now, i’m sorry if my ask got a bit incoherent, this chapter had me fucked up more than any other one JUST because of the ring, like my heart actually broke when i read that. anyways im so sorry for the long ask 😭 enjoyyy

- shhh anon

shhh anon!! ah i’m always so happy to hear about your theories pls don’t think i am bothered by the long asks 🥹 for tsumu hmMMM lowkey shivering in my boots because i think you’re reading my mind and seeing all the secrets of dtd… hmm… can’t confirm anything as of now but i agree with you! he would definitely pull that just to get brownie points and get laid + getting her drunk was vv intentional on his part… i’m so sorry, he’s so horrible in dtd!! but you’re right, tsumu is one suspicious guy aafghsjkla

yes pls cover nendoroid suna’s ears!! canon suna does NOT have to hear any slander, and i’m so sorry to our pookie bear that i gave him such awful roles in this story... fr like out of all places, why on the reader’s bed?! the castle is HUGE he could’ve chosen anywhere but that (although we’ll see why he brought iris to reader’s bed in ch13 muehehhe.) AND THE NICKNAMES FOR IRIS IM CRYING IRILER?? ITINERARY? HELP 😭

OMG YES THANK YOU FOR NOTICING!! like reader’s monologue was like “that’s my ring he’s wearing even after all that happened” because that was like, her only source of comfort and reassurance that in SOME WAY, he’s still hers yknow? but then HE TAKES IT OFF AGAHJSK. but yes yes i see where you’re getting at – the redemption arc is not going to be warm at all. actually, tiny spoilers ahead, i’m not even sure i can call it a redemption arc (won’t give context hehe, you guys will see for yourselves.) but i cannot wait to see how things will change if ever ushi becomes king. he’s a very traditional guy too, so we’re not even sure if he would legalize divorce. he’s a stickler to the rules, and as much as he wants the best for his brothers, his main priority is to sticking to what the kingdom wants – so that’s a downside if he becomes king. kiyoomi though like pls i’m so in love with him, i want him to be endgame so bad!! they do deserve each other, and their chemistry + bond is just so natural for me. i think they would be happiest with one another ngl 🥹

and please don’t apologize for the long asks bb!! i actually get so happy whenever i see that people take the time to share me their thoughts, it means the world to me 🥺💫🌷

[yae-energy]

╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts : 2 ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : more random hc’s cause why not (the manga is crushing my soul)

✧˖° cast and crew : yuta okkotsu, maki zenin

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing (cause when am i not)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : idk yall i just wanted to post 😭 i got at least 3 more ideas i wanna do.

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yuta <3

- really good at math for absolutely no reason at all, mental math specifically cause istg this man is like a fucking calculator

- was a nightcore kid (BADDDDDDDLYYY)

- used to be a really big harry potter fan for a while

- loves musicals. like, LOVES musicals

- will say a lot of stuff ironically to the point where it actually becomes unironic and it annoys everybody to hell and back. but he genuinely cannot stop 😭

- vocal stims with the most annoying tiktok audios

- loves carrots and hummus and doesn’t like celery

- he love’s halloween and always matches costumes with inumaki

- his biggest pet peeves are gum popping and squeaky noises. like he will genuinely get so pissed off if he hears either of those things

- is really good at board games & card games, like he’ll really whoop your ass in some uno tbh (which is why no one plays with him) and pls don’t let him get his hands on them draw 4’s or it’s absolutely over for everybody. (and it’s even worse if they’re playing train. like he loses friends afterwards)

*before each turn he’s like “😬 sorry guyssss” (he’s in fact, not sorry)

*also is unnecessarily good at monopoly, like he racks up all the properties so quickly and everyone always thinks he’s cheating

- has really bad eczema (mainly gets it on his neck and it’s reallyyyyyy bad in the winter)

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maki <3

- lactose (and still consumes dairy but like…at what cost girlie ☹️)

*also has horrible indigestion

- likes strawberries but hates strawberry flavored things. do NOT give her no strawberry flavored NOTHING or she will fight you

- is a sparkling water enjoyer (inumaki and panda clown her for this everyday and have been since they met her)

- doesn’t like bananas, she has a visceral HATRED for them i tell you. nobody knows why either but that’s just the way it is.

- COFFEE LOVERRRR (loads that shit up with creamer and sugar)

- loves doing crossword puzzles (and puzzles in general)

- really good at chess and ESPECIALLY checkers (she’s just really good at most games tbh, she doesn’t know how either)

- her glasses are always dirty LMAO (same girlie, same)

- really likes baseball, like really really likes it 😭

- adding onto the coffee one: she is an ice coffee FANN. everytime she’s mad one of the second years brings her an iced coffee and she’s completely ok again.

- she’s a dnd girlieeee !!! and she plays with yuta and inumaki when they all have time

- hates reading anything because she just doesn’t feel like it (and she’s impatient) so she gets yuta to read it for her 😭

- is one of those people where if you ask her to do something she’ll instantly say no but do it anyways 💀

- really good at mimicking people’s voices and copying signatures (like it’s actually terrifying)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @zairene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

if you wish to be tagged in any future works, here’s my tag form to fill out <33

if you wish to submit a request, here’s my ask box :)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : took wayyyyy longer than i needed to finish this ! (just the life of being an adhd girlie 😋‼️) but pt.2 to this will come out shortly

also notice how i cannot SHUT THE FUCKKK up about these two like they did NOT need to be this long, do i care though? not really !!

now i’m onto these fuck ass tags 🙄

anyhow, love y’all 🫶🏽

update as of posting : it did take me over a month to post this i won’t lie…mb 😭

- xoxo, yves <3

[hollowedtime]

randomly appears because someone wants me to

twst characters x gn! violet baudelaire! reader. scenario format.

characters: adeuce, azul, jade.

@psychicpoetrybeard i am an AWFUL writer but hopefully u can tolerate the cringe. reader is of NRC age. ace and deuces part can be read as platonic or romantic. PLS TELL ME THE “READ MORE” WORKS IDK GOOGLE ISN’T HELPFUL

CWs: mentions of a house-fire.

♠️ aduece duo ♥️

the intelligent one among the useless cretins

the brains among the blockheads

riddle has requested you to keep them in check personally, it’s like they agree to anything because they KNOW it’s a good idea if it’s yours.

ace calls you a nerd 24/7 so you worked for a few hours to make a contraption that punches him in the side of the head everytime he sets foot in ramshackle

deuce is the favourite child. you ended up informing him that chickens just don’t come out of unfertilised eggs or whatever and the look on his face 😭

one day, you sort of let it slip that your parents died in a house fire and you lost practically everything, and how the fortune and a few other things were all that you had left. not to mention how this count olaf guy kept trying to steal it all.

you never saw ace that serious, and deuce that sad. they comforted you and genuinely respect your mental fortitude to keep going. you allowed them to use the spyglass when the three of you become very close, around when the scarabia chapter finished.

🐙 azul

you do NOT fall for his scam. in fact, you call it out. when he tries to send the tweels after you, you know how to evade them each time. you really piss him off, you know that?

chapter 3 goes by a lot quicker because of you. when you come up to him saying you’d like to rethink the contract, he assumes he has you entrapped. of course he’s suspicious, but you just seem so desperate. and it’s his job to help poor, unfortunate souls like you.

and then you proceed to Bamboozle his ass

when he overblots, he’s surprised at how understanding you are. he expected a sneer from everyone apart from the tweels, but it was just kindness.

that’s where a develops a “minuscule” “fleeting” crush on you

(spoilers, it is not minuscule nor fleeting. you can tell.)

maybe, when you finally get into a relationship, he’ll show you his octopus form willingly this time, and you in turn open up about all of your struggles back at home.

you make him these mini inventions sometimes. he loves everything you do.

🐬 jade

you didn’t interest him too much at first, but a magicless human from triton-knows-where was enough to get him investigating. however you seemed very on guard, which was inconvenient enough.

he supposed he’d have to result to more invasive methods to sate his curiosity when you signed a contract with azul, but you had this… look in your eyes. he keeps quiet, but he knows you may be much more entertaining than he thought.

okay, he’s VERY interested now that chapter 3 is over. bro shows up at your house.

he sees all your inventions, and realises how easily you manage to survive in such a run down house. of course he doesn’t directly ask you, but while he’s attempting to lull you into a sense of trust, he ends up slowly but surely falling in love.

he finds it inconvenient. honestly too cliche, but a small part of him, that hopeless romantic part of him that came straight from his mother, tells him that he better put “have a candlelit dinner with you” on his bucket list.

once he finally worms his way into your heart, you have the guts and courage to tell him about all your struggles. he listens intently, complimenting how strong you are. when you tell him about count olaf and his subordinates, a sort of danger flashes across his eyes. it’s gone the next second.

he finds all your skills very interesting. it’s become a game between you two where he hides riddles in things he gives you and you decipher them.

when jade sees how you react to the sea, he questions the forlorn look in your eyes. he’s super understanding when you tell him it reminds you of your aunt.

once again, he marvels at how tough and smart you are. you are simply perfect for him.

…hopefully nobody can tell i accidentally played favourites 😃😃

it’s gonna take me 5 years to have the courage to post this 💀

[jayflrt]

next up we have heeseung, these three kinda my main also sunoo but i have nothing sold on him

he is so ?????? like idk he’s just in everyone’s business and at the same time he’s not ???? Just make it make sense. his obsession (crush) on yn 🧍‍♀️boy pls back down she doesn’t like you like that. I think it’s time for you to get serious help. purposefully sabotage his own interview when he got his own time to even prepare. IT THORWS ME OFF SM I CANNOT. his whole suddenly rich part is making me so suspicious too like ??? what happened how it happened?(I wrote this part at the start of act two so) okay now that jae gave his seat to heeseung it makes me wonder if the reason for him to sabotage his own interview was part of it ?? because it guaranteed. i feel like after yuna did her whole “#exposethread on the gc” he found out bout jay and yn staying over together. it made him angry (?) annoyed (?) as you can see from the texts so, maybe for a little renege he convinced jaehyun to choose him than Jay. he has been going after jaehyun after jays back that’s for sure. called it his little revenge maybe. heeseung always gave me the ick from the whole imy to yn while being in a relationship to just almost everything. also not to mention heeseung has been including jay in everything LITERALLY THE FIRST TO EVEN LIKE HEY COME JOIN US and introduced him to people. I don’t remember who said this but Jay really needs to not trust anyone but yn in this new friend group he has made. so one of the suspects for the client is heeseung. he worked his way to the top yes ! good for him really and deserved but his whole crush on yn is a bit just ? obsessive. I don’t have a solid reasoning except like jealousy that if I can’t have yn, no one can have yn. as I said before client uses this whole investigation for their own personal benefit. i don’t if im holding to the part from hoon yn break up where hoon goes "heeseung may have forgiven you but i haven't forgotten" there it was said that yn did say certain things about heeseung then, when he was yk an average boy. that could be a reason. Idk if i missed something or not but im suspicious of why gigi has this one sided hate towards heeseung ?? yeah that concluded my theories on him.

theory anon

SORRY CONTINUING ANSWERING THESE 🙏 heeseung is on most people's last nerve but thinks he's getting by just fine 😭 obsession is definitely the word for it in a sense but he also does have genuine feelings behind that too womp womp 🚶‍♂️also as for his suddenly rich part, his dad's a hedge fund portfolio manager and the top individual PMs can earn up to hundreds of millions a year,, but obviously i will get into How he became one of the top portfolio managers when we get more into heeseung's story🧎‍♀️

also i wouldn't say gigi Hates heeseung because she wouldn't be entertaining him so much if she truly did, but he for sure gets on her nerves enough for her to get annoyed whenever he talks to her LOL

[dianaladrislovebot]

random gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, part three (pride edition !)

happy pride month ! i think i’ve touched on my lgbtq+ hcs for the characters a couple of times (one was an edit that the official gone instagram liked 🫦 ) but i’ve never gone into excessive detail for my choices so i thought i’d finally do that here !!

sam: pan, he/him. will genuinely just fuck anything that breathes. first kiss was quinn and refuses to admit he actually liked it

caine: bi, sometimes ftm depending on my mood (ain’t no way he didn’t name himself regardless of the hc the dramatic mf), he/him

astrid: ace lesbian, she/her. she grew up religious so she had no idea what was goin on. sam helped her realise that even if she did like sex, it wouldn’t be w him 😭

diana: bi, she/her. i have no notes she just is

quinn: bi, gender fluid, he/they/she. hasn’t made a single sound decision in her life and refuses to start now. also wears fedoras and that is a very bisexual thing to do. had a crush on edilio at one point i feel it in my bones. also caine. also sanjit. just very bisexual. falls in love VERY easily

drake: pan, ftm, he/him. the misogyny is internalised due to both trauma and yk, the patriarchy and i will die on this hill (totally named himself after his grandfather). i also like hcing angry aggressive violent characters as pan bc pansexuals are stereotyped as the bubbly happy person and i don’t like that

lana: bi, she/they. she gives me mean bisexual vibes.

brianna: aroace, nonbinary, they/them. they said nope to EVERYTHING.

jack: trans ftm, het, he/they. i like the idea of a wimpy trans guy getting the power of super strength. it’s refreshing.

albert: ace, he/him. i feel like he cares more about reinventing capitalism than sex

dahra: demisexual, she/her. was torn between elwood and mary the ENTIRE series i’m sure of it

elwood: trans ftm, het, he/him. i can’t explain this he just like,,, is

mary: lesbian, she/her. nothing to say except my sweet little lesbian deserved better

howard: gay, he/him. in love w orc i can feel it

orc: bi, he/him. once again, howard. but also astrid.

anna: mtf trans, lesbian, she/her. i have no basis for this besides thinking it’d be funny if sam decided he needed to date someone and randomly chose the trans fucking lesbian like they’d probably talk about girls together 😭

sanjit is probably vehemently he/him cishet but has very strong bi wife energy. also ironically flirts w EVERYONE bc he is very secure in his sexuality we stan

i think that’s most of the main characters plus some extras i’ve thought about off handedly but i love hearing other peoples hcs so pls god tell me i want to hear them all

[cosmic-recs]

ok WOW hana you have done it again!! another great chapter! 🥰🩷

let the yapping start (my thoughts might be all over the place pls forgive me)

i feel SO bad for hyunjin!! 😭 all the poor baby ever wanted was his parents' acknowledgement 😭 god istg everyone is a horrible parent in this story, i need to get in the ring and teach them all a lesson 😤

there so much more to hyune than meets the eye 🥺 just bc he "doesn't have" the skills his parents have drilled into his brother doesn't mean he isn't smart and capable in his own way!! god he's been so neglected 😭 i genuinely need to hold him and kiss his forehead and praise every little thing he does

now y/n is soo smart!! the covergirl of girlbossing fr fr!! i love her! like yes, fool your stupid ass dad! step on them all

i love how this whole story feels like a reversed kdrama, with y/n being the hot ceo and hyun the pretty husband kwkwks love this for them fr

speaking of them 🤭 their relationship is progressing soo nicely!! i love how quickly they warmed up and got used to each other's presence in their lives despite being so against the marriage!! i think it's also thanks to the fact that they know of each other since childhood but i love them. even their bickering feels genuine 🥹 (arguing about the chandeliers took me out LMAO)

ALSO!!! i don't think hyun is falling in love yet (controversial take ik). i just think this is the first time he's been comfortable around someone who sees him as something more than a pretty face so he's just !!! 🥹 so touched and happy 😭 (he's definitely crushing on her tho hehehe, who wouldn't)

Trophy Husband - Chapter 2

Hyunjin x Reader (fem.) Genre: Arranged Marriage au!, Marriage of Convenience-ish, Romance, Angst, Frenemies-to-Lovers, NSFW (eventual) mdni Warnings: mentions of drinking, crude language, panic attack somewhat proofread WC: 7.6k A/N: Our bickering couple is back! Chapter is on the longer end 🫶 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.

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CHAPTER 2 ───────────────────

The show smiles seemed to almost radiate under the glimmer of lights, the flashes of cameras. The new groom had taken his bride’s hand in his, gentle gaze peering back at her as they made their way into the hotel. Nodding at everyone who crossed their paths congratulating them, beaming at them with their smiles. 

But once inside the elevator, once the steel doors had slid close, the two let out a deep breath. Their expressions fell instantaneously. Hyunjin rolled his jaw, suddenly feeling an ache from how tense it had been all evening. Their cheeks hurt from the wide smiles, from all the talking and greeting. Heads hurt from the chatter, the bright lights. The liquor, they downed but couldn’t truly savor.

Hyunjin glanced over at Y/N, his new wife, already reaching for the back of her dress, both hands stretched back to grasp at the zipper she couldn’t reach. He leaned back against the cool of the lift walls, letting his body loose, the gentle music carrying as the steel box took them to the higher floors.

They were silent. Even when there was no one but the two of them.

Something that would have been uncommon for true newlyweds in love.

But for them it made perfect sense. 

The sound of his shoes tapping, her heels clicking, against the marble tiles, were loud in the hall that lead them to the grand doors of their suite.

But as soon as the double doors shut with a click, the new bride had finally shot a glare at her groom.

      “Surely next time you want to shove your tongue down my throat you could give me a heads up.” Y/N quipped as they entered the honeymoon suite, breaking the tension with a sharp remark.

Hyunjin blinked, stunned for a second before he burst into laughter, genuinely surprised by her complaint. After hours of forced smiles throughout the ceremony and the dreadful reception that followed, for the first time that night, this moment of genuine amusement was a relief.

      “Honey. I’m sure you enjoyed it plenty, seeing that you kissed me back.” He teased, raising an eyebrow as he casually tossed his tuxedo jacket aside, fingers pulling away at the bow-tie with ease.

Y/N scowled at him and turned to change out of the impractical second dress she’d been put in. The weight of it even worse after hours of hauling it around the reception venue. At least it didn’t have a ridiculous number of tiny buttons that the ceremony dress did. Except she didn’t realize this zipper was going to be a pain in her ass as well. And after trying one last time to stretch her hands behind and failing, she turned to her new husband, who was already out of the top layers of his suit.

      “Zipper.” She muttered to Hyunjin, eyes peering over to him in the midst of taking off his cuff-links.

He sighed, striding over to help her without hesitation, swiftly pulling down the zipper he had been watching her struggle with, slightly amused while she did so. 

Then, he wandered over to the basket of champagne and other gifts waiting at the fully stocked en-suite bar, while she slipped into the bedroom, immediately disgusted by the sight of an overly decorated room and overly dressed bed.

She could hear Hyunjin trudging around in the lounge room, popping open the bottle of champagne before taking a sip, his face contorting into a frown because of its taste. Instead he fished out his cell phone, idle fingers already checking and scrolling through the articles that were released of their grand union.

      “The photos are out already—ohh, I look really good.” His voice bellowed loud, clearly pleased with himself.

His thumb faltered, hovering over the screen. Eyes relaxing as he took in the photo. At the image of them kissing. 

It was an image of the ideal couple that met at that auction. It sure looked like it. 

The dark-haired man glanced down at the gold wedding band on his finger, staring at the foreign object with a new fascination. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was now a married man.

      “Are you sad that you’re no longer a free man?” She asked, leaning against the counter in a much comfortable long robe.

      “You promised I would be a free man if we got married. We signed on it.” He countered, furrowing his brows in seriousness.

      “I’m talking about your relationship status, idiot.” She groaned as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the champagne bottle and a glass.

Hyunjin blinked, slowly processing the question he misunderstood before he glanced down at the picture of them once more. Newlyweds on the brightly lit phone screen, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

      “I don’t know...” He began, his voice tinged with a sudden uncertainty.

      “I’ve always known that the women who approached me were more or less with me for either my face or my family’s money and prestige.” He added, his tone contemplative.

Y/N nodded, taking a sip of much-needed alcohol, that she actually had time to enjoy. Not surprised by his observation, a clear conclusion that one could easily come to after finding out exactly what kind of reputation he had.

      “And how did that girlfriend of yours take it when you broke up?” She questioned, curious.

She attempted to recall a name that might have been familiar, a face even. Trying to picture one of the countless girls on his arm, she had perhaps caught a glimpse of in the rare instances they crossed paths at functions and events, but still drew a blank.

Hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly, hovering over his highchair and reached over the bar to fished out a bottle of whiskey instead. 

      “Well, when I went to break if off, she confessed she just wanted to see if the rumors of my huge cock and great skills in the bedroom were true...” He began his tone nonchalant as he read the whiskey label, then his eyes darted at Y/N, whose head tilted at his words.

His brows narrowed, at her confused expression. Her doubtful gaze.

      “—which, by the way, both are true.” He pointed out, slightly pressing before breaking into a self-assured grin, watching as she blinked back stunned.

      “Sure, sure. I wasn’t really curious.” She attempted to stifle a laugh, before failing, his own chuckles followed, slightly shaking his head.

He returned to whatever he started to do, voice speaking out in a more casual tone.

      “Hmm, yeah you were never interested in these kinds of things anyway.” He mused aloud, more to himself than to her, but his words caught her attention, the sound of his liquor pouring into the glass loud between them.

      “What do you mean?” She asked, her curiosity piqued.

He settled back on his seat, taking a thoughtful sip.

      “You were always in your own world. A different world from mine. Even while growing up. When the other kids and I were sneaking out to clubs and parties, you always stayed behind and… painted, didn’t you?” He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure if his memory served him correctly.

She blinked in surprise at his observation. Surprised he even had memories of her.

      “You remember that? God, that was such a long time ago.” She reminisced, shaking her head.

      “Well, of course, we always called you a loser—”

      “Okay, enough.” She cut him off sharply, her amusement fading.

      “Hey, you just called me an idiot, I let that slide.” He countered with a shrug, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence, although the tell-tale signs of a grin lingered.

      “Fine, I guess it’s only fair.” She muttered, her tone conceding defeat, though her expression hinted at lingering annoyance.

He smiled smugly now, mentally patting himself on the back for winning this round of a seemingly one-sided banter contest.

There were a few minutes of silence as the weight of the day’s events finally settled between them. Much like when they were in the elevator. Hyunjin glanced between Y/N, fingers gripped around the flute of champagne, the wedding ring shining under the light, and then back at her distracted gaze that zeroed in on the lined up bottles of alcohol behind the counter.

      “Your father said he wanted to speak to me after our return from our…honeymoon.” Hyunjin finally broke the silence.

      “Is he gonna talk to me about Yeom Co.? Please tell me he won’t talk to me about business.” Hyunjin groaned, clearly dreading the prospect.

Although that was definitely the reason that made most sense. Not like his new father-in-law and he had anything else in common.

      “We agreed that I would do nothing but slack off.” He emphasized, half-jokingly, taking another sip.

Y/N nodded in agreement, the alcohol and the tiredness she felt, helping to calm her down after the mention of her father and his company. 

      “Just do what you always do. Not like he could force you to take a position in his stupid company.” She muttered while taking another sip.

      “Well... they did force us into getting married.” Hyunjin countered with a wry smile.

His new bride glanced at him briefly, screwing her eyes shut for a moment before she let out an exasperated sigh. 

      “I’ll take care of it.” Her tone was assertive, downing the alcohol.

      “Woah, that sounded kind of hot.” He teased playfully.

      “Shut up.” She retorted behind her glass.

      “Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, suddenly enjoying their back and forth remarks even amidst the serious undertones of their conversation.

Another handful of seconds of silence settled as she placed the now-empty champagne flute down, its glass slightly clinking against the marble countertop.

      “I’m serious though. You don’t have to change a thing about yourself.” Y/N finally murmured, her eyes scanning the “congratulations note” poking out from the basket of complimentary champagne and chocolates.

Her new husband’s gaze lingered on her.

Her words were soothing almost.

Although it had been only a handful of hours since the ceremony, Hyunjin had the sudden realization that being married to this woman who he had thought was uptight, was nothing like what he had assumed it would be.

Hyunjin had always been acutely aware of Y/N Yeom. A little more than he would have liked. Capable, smart, and successful on her own path at such a young age. She was always the kind of girl his parents always praised, contrasting her with the other young women from their social circle who the youngest Hwang surrounded himself with. 

      “Why can’t you befriend someone like Y/N? Surely she’s better than these ditzy girls that linger around you.”

Even leading up to the wedding. Whenever her name had come up in conversations, when his mother was sticking her nose into the preparations he was supposedly in charge of, they had only said positive things about her. Her character, her ambitions.

How well her name connected to his family would look. How well her name attached to his would sound. 

The remarks were the same as usual. Things he’s heard growing up, in the rare occasions she had been brought up in the past. When his parents would cross paths with her at events and suddenly she was all they talked about.

Yet Y/N never so much as glanced his way.

She was always uptight, always carrying herself with an elegance that stirred jealousy among other young women who often made fun of her for her over-achieving personality. Her holier-than-thou attitude, irking almost. 

He wouldn’t lie, he had chuckled along at times. 

But truly thinking back, it was all just a waste of time, since their jabs had meant nothing to the ambitious gallery director. 

Holier-than-thou indeed.

However, the notion of marrying her was never even a thought that Hyunjin had, let alone a scenario he imagined. And when he walked into that bridal room and found the seemingly flawless Y/N in the midst of a panic attack, he was taken aback. 

She was human after all, he realized. 

Back then, a small part of him had hoped she would call off the wedding. But, when she agreed to go through with it and let him call in a makeup artist to help her get ready again, another part of him felt an unexpected sense of relief. 

Y/N had always been a self-professed workaholic, convinced of her own superiority and only associating with similarly ambitious people. Hyunjin thought that him having seen her in such a vulnerable state, might have stung her pride. 

But instead of being offended, Y/N smiled. Amidst the flashes and the murmurs of guests, she leaned over, her tone soft as she whispered. As she thanked him for his help, during the reception he had already forgotten details about. It had caught him by surprise, in the middle of the chaos they were surrounded by, he had stared at her for a couple extra seconds before he nodded. 

And suddenly Hyunjin had realized that in the short time they had been married, he had discovered more about her than he had in all the years he had known her before. All the years he had judged her.

She didn’t bother to maintain her graceful facade in front of him. She hasn’t ever, now that he thought about it.

Either because she didn’t care enough about him to keep up the pretense, or maybe she had become comfortable around him. Hyunjin firmly believed it was the first explanation. It would make the most sense.

Still, her blunt remarks since they’ve actually spoken to one another, made him chuckle inwardly. She had a way of being amusing, a touch controlling (though, to be fair, Hyunjin had the tiniest bit of self-control), and surprisingly, she was a great kisser. 

A fond but curious smile tugged at the corners of his lips, Hyunjin had come back from his thoughts. Back to the honeymoon suite. Back to staring at his new wife, quiet as she inhaled softly in the silence of the lounge room.

      “She also sucks at holding her liquor.” He mused aloud in amazement, eyeing his bride whose head lay against the marble counter of the bar, passed out, from the alcohol, from the strenuous day.

The new husband downed the remaining whiskey from his glass, placing it down with a sigh before getting up to gently pick her up.

Hyunjin hadn’t stepped into the elaborately decorated bedroom since their arrival, so he did not expect to walk into such an overwhelming sight. 

He instantly froze at the door. His eyes flitted around the dimly lit space, taking in the rose petals strewn across the floor, the balloons and the elaborate kissing-swan towels artfully arranged at the center of the bed surrounded by even more petals. The ambiance set for a romantic night.

One meant for the supposed ideal couple that had gotten married today. 

A small chuckle escaped him as he glanced down at his bride, who was making herself comfortable in his arms, nestled and soundly asleep. Carrying her bridal-style into their decorated bridal chamber suddenly felt ironic to the new husband. 

Despite their families’ awareness of their reluctance towards this marriage, they had spared no effort in setting the scene it seemed. Perhaps they had convinced themselves that that auction story was real. 

The whole ordeal, though ridiculous, somewhat amused him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Or maybe it hadn’t dawned on him yet like it had Y/N. Maybe he was still due a panic attack in the coming days.

But all Hyunjin could do now was let his eyes wander at the sight. And another soft chuckle from his lips was let out into the quiet room, his figure slowly making their way across.

Hyunjin grunted as he tried to gently lower Y/N onto the bed, her arms still draped around his neck, inadvertently pulling him down with her in the process. He gasped softly at the sudden tug, wide eyes momentarily taken aback as he found himself inches from her sleeping face. 

A few seconds passed as she settled, stopped the slight squirming he was afraid would break her sleep. But she began to inhale softly once again.

His brows relaxed, eyes darting over this up-close view of her he didn’t expect to see, a sight he probably would never get the chance to look at again.

Y/N, even in slumber, was undeniably…pretty. 

Not in the way that the women, the models and actresses he had previously surrounded himself with were, but with a beauty that was distinct, yet alluring. He was unsure exactly how to describe her beauty, at a loss for words at such a close-up view, an intimate position.

Her face, usually set in a scowl when she was awake, softened now in her sleep, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at this new image of her. His gaze drifted from her closed eyes to her lips, recalling how soft and plump they had felt when he had impulsively kissed her at the altar. 

He remembered the slight stiffness of her body as she had tensed momentarily in surprise. But she had kissed him back, surprising him even more in return. An action that made him freeze, the memory of it now making him smile slightly to himself. Even amidst her lost daze back then, she hadn’t let her guard down, hadn’t let him one-up her. 

Y/N’s arms eventually fell away from his neck as she fell deeper into her dreamland, settling limply on the bed. The soft thump, just loud enough to bring him back to the present. He quickly recoiled, sitting back and trying to regain his composure. His eyes darted between the red rose petals laying around them, then at her sleeping figure.

But her guard was down down now, and it seemed like she truly didn’t see him as a threat. The absurdity of everything, this situation still amused him, but now there was a new, more confusing emotion simmering beneath. 

Not the kind he felt at the altar, no this one felt more intense.

Hyunjin’s throat felt dry.

It was nothing but exhaustion. He concluded.

The next morning however, Hyunjin had come to a new conclusion. Everything he thought about Y/N the previous night was all a lie, had to be a lie. His judgment was clouded by the drinks he had throughout the night. 

Yes, that was it.

Definitely influenced by alcohol. 

Because the next morning, he watched his new wife typing away at her laptop with the precision of a machine, her glasses perched on her nose as she shuffled papers on the coffee table. As if she hadn’t passed out from drinking too much, from exhaustion, the previous night, no trace of it on her at all. 

He was staring at the uptight workaholic he made fun of growing up and not the new wife who spoke freely to him last night.

It was early in the morning, much earlier than the time Hyunjin was used to waking up. His eyes were lined with bags, and his body felt sore, not for the usual reasons one might expect the morning after getting married either. A sad reality for a supposed play-boy. 

Not only had his new wife kicked him off the bed in the middle of the night, but now her loud typing and shuffling had also roused him awake from the uncomfortable couch. Once again snatching away his sleep.

What kind of crazy person brings work to their honeymoon? Well, Y/N does, and Hyunjin was not surprised at all.

Sure their marriage was basically a sham, and sure they weren’t going to do those typical activities newlywed do on their honeymoon, but she could’ve at least considered it a break from her busy lifestyle. 

But habits are hard to break, Hyunjin concluded. Especially for people like Y/N, someone who had no friends outside of her circle of business acquaintances, and definitely no love-life to distract her either.

      “Do you have to do that here?” Hyunjin groaned, his sleepy eyes narrowed with annoyance.

Her fingers faltered at the keys of her laptop for a moment then resumed, inhaling softly before she spoke.

      “It’s not my fault you’re sleeping out here and not inside. You could’ve slept on the bed, not like I’d bite you.” She retorted without even glancing at him.

The dark haired man’s brows shot up at her audacious remark. 

He had slept in the bedroom. 

Next to her in the bed that looked and smelled like mother-nature herself threw up on it. 

It was her doing that he ended up out here. Her kicking and flailing throughout the night had resulted in him taking solace on the uncomfortable leather of the sofa. But Hyunjin was too tired to argue. He rubbed his face, feeling the cool wedding band on his finger, a reminder of their new reality. 

Y/N caught the glimpse of the dazed new husband, a brow raised.

      “Coffee?” She offered, but Hyunjin only groaned again.

Shooting her an annoyed glare before he grabbed the pillow he had brought with him and disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door with a thud. He prayed this was not going to be an everyday thing.

Hyunjin was a grump in the morning. Y/N noted.

And that was one of the last times Y/N caught a glimpse of him.

Just because she didn’t use this opportunity for a break, didn’t mean Hyunjin was going to be a bore as well.

The carefree new husband basked in solo enjoyment during their honeymoon. Though that term was a far cry from what it actually was. It was his personal getaway, something he planned on doing anyways before he was threatened into getting married. 

While Hyunjin sunbathed on the beach, floated atop the coolness of the pool, danced through unexpected parties he found himself in, Y/N remained holed up in their suite, absorbed in her work on her laptop. Not that he had any complaints though, she had stayed to herself mostly. Giving him the freedom he was promised. 

He’d return in the evenings or late at night to find her sprawled on the sofa, her face illuminated by the glow of her cellphone as she caught up on everything outside of work. They’d give each other curt nods, swift waves, acknowledging each other’s existence. A few times they ate together as well. Despite the lack of spending their honeymoon together, they were cordial. Even managing to snap pictures with curated poses, which Hyunjin would post on his social media accounts. The images, carefully put together for public consumption, provided the perfect facade for his millions of followers, the news outlets, all eager to catch a glimpse into their glamorous honeymoon.

But even that getaway seemed short-lived.

Upon their arrival back from the week long vacation, Hyunjin did indeed find himself sitting across from his father-in-law, who though looked down on him behind closed doors, tried to butter him up with strained smiles and overly exaggerated compliments. And it was after lunch with his new father-in-law that Hyunjin found himself running to his new wife. The one who said she’ll take care of it all.

      “—And what else did he say?” Y/N leaned back in her seat, listening intently to the recounting of Hyunjin’s lunch with her father.

Her father, who she had been purposefully avoiding since they had gotten back. Her blood still boiling whenever she thought about how dirty he played her.

      “He wouldn’t stop pushing me to join his company—at some mid level position. He even promised rapid promotions to executive ranks.” Hyunjin scoffed, shaking his head.

Y/N sighed and took a sip of her water. She had been enjoying her late lunch when this unexpected interruption occurred. Although she was glad he had come to her immediately with the news. 

      “He seems really desperate to hand over all his life’s work to anyone but that stupid Alex.” She recalled her cousin, annoyance etched on her face.

      “That’s the surprising part!” Hyunjin almost exclaimed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

      “Why does he think I’m any better than Alex Yeom?”

Y/N raises a brow because that was exactly what she had said the night her father threw the bombshell of the proposal at her. She tilted her head, considering his question. A conclusion she had come to not long after that same night.

      “You and Alex have some similarities.” She began, making Hyunjin squint his eyes at the comparison, not seeing it.

      “But compared to Alex, who enjoys gambling a little too much, and associating with suspicious characters, your lifestyle seems like sunshine and rainbows. My father would much rather have you as a stable figurehead leader than deal with that fool.” 

Hyunjin mulled over her words, his brow furrowing in thought.

Figurehead.

Even his father-in-law didn’t see anything in Hyunjin to actually consider him worthy. Not that any of it was that old man’s fault, Hyunjin’s not-so-great reputation was notorious after all.

He raised a brow, suddenly curious.

      “And who would be pulling the strings if I did become the leader?”

Y/N took a deep breath, meeting his confused gaze. 

      “He probably expects me to handle it. Perhaps pity him, or you. My father has always tried to drag me into his business empire. He thinks I have the right mindset and drive to keep it alive.”

Hyunjin suddenly agreed with her father’s words. Although he didn’t really want to. Because despite her focus being on a different field, her expertise in an entirely different area, Y/N had the leadership qualities every businessman admired, already demonstrating them through her own successful brand.

      “So why did you stray away? Why not take the reins?” Hyunjin was even more curious now.

Y/N stood from her desk and approached him, her expression thoughtful. She had never had an inkling of an attachment to Yeom Co., so there were no particular feelings towards it besides the bitterness that stemmed from her parents attempting to reel her into its direction.

      “I think I would’ve driven his company into the ground out of pure pettiness.” She admitted, her voice laced with honesty.

Her words took him by surprise. It was not an answer he had expected, but her deadpan expression only intensified his amusement, causing Hyunjin to stifle a cackle with his hands. He watched as she raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by his reaction.

      “You have such weird humor.” She muttered, turning to the cabinet next to him and rummaging through its contents as she returned to her work.

In the past two weeks, Hyunjin had been laughing and chuckling at the smallest things she did, leaving her to wonder if he genuinely found her amusing or if he was just out of touch with humor.

Hyunjin, for his part, couldn’t quite figure out why her deadpan expressions, her monotone insults and jabs struck him as so funny either. 

But still, they amused him immensely.

As his chuckles slowly died out, he glanced toward the empty frame that hung next to the cabinets he leaned against. The intricate gold patterns stood out starkly against the white wall, easily catching his attention.

      “Is this an art piece I’m not quite understanding, or did you forget to put whatever you wanted to hang in there?” He mused, crossing his arms.

Y/N followed his gaze, pausing at the vacant frame before a smirk crept across her lips, almost mischievous.

      “I plan on putting my bride-price in there.” She quipped, her tone light with hints of delight, at whatever scheme was brewing in her mind.

Hyunjin raised a brow, staring at her, bemused. 

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Y/N found herself sitting across from her father, across the man that had lied straight to her face about the so-called proposal for her hand. About the so-called enthusiasm Hyunjin’s parents claimed to have felt about making her their daughter-in-law, which now felt like a distant echo, tainted by the truth easily spilled by her loose-lipped cousin.

The younger cousin who expected amusement. Expecting the news would grate on her nerves. Which it did, but of course the stubborn woman would never admit that.

But now sitting across from her father, she could only stare at him. It was funny seeing him sit so upright, when he was a man that was anything but.

      “I assume you’ve signed the agreement.” Y/N thinned her lips into a smile, a slightly forced one that she barely managed.

The old man cleared his throat, turning to his secretary who stood not too far off from the sitting area, by her father’s desk.

      “Get the document.” He gruffed.

The secretary did just that, presenting a blue folder with the apparent agreement her father had signed, something she was level-headed enough to conjure up before she the ceremony, before marrying Hyunjin.

Her bride-price.

It was an idea that sparked when she had sat before that same Hwang Hyunjin during one of those wedding “preparation” dates, ones that would fuel the rumors to their sudden union. Though she didn’t quite remember whatever he had rambled about, her ears did perk up when he brought up signing a document about his status as nothing but a free-loader, as her trophy husband in fancy terms.

And she suddenly couldn’t help but think how even though her so-called husband spouted nonsense most of the time, there were some things he said or did, that had her raise a brow, wondering if he was indeed as detached as he portrayed himself to be.

As Y/N looked at the signed document, the sight of her father’s messy signature and the bright seal of Yeom Co. was just enough to change her earlier feelings. A sense of satisfaction washed over her, and her forced smile transformed into one of genuine delight.

      “With this, I’ve paid you back.” She remarked, meeting her father’s gaze.

The old man let out a “tch”, muttered under his breath, annoyed slightly by it all. Although he supposed it wasn’t a big deal. Their marriage was a business transaction, after all. And business transactions are all about give-and-take, one which his daughter had reminded him with her press of this agreement.

The mindset of a true business woman that made him proud inwardly.

But still, he felt like something was off, a lingering feeling as he stared at his steadfast daughter. Like he had perhaps made a mistake, acted too hastily by signing that document.

      “—Now that we’ve settled that, we don’t need to linger here having pleasant chats over tea. I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” She added, dismissively almost.

Y/N stood, yet even before she could take a step away, her father’s eyes narrowed, tone sharp.

      “When do you plan on sending that husband of yours to start working at the office!”

The daughter furrowed her brows in slight disbelief. At the old man’s words, at his audacity.

      “Hyunjin is not a child, Dad. You’ve met him haven’t you, surely you’ve gotten a sense of what kind of man he is.”

The old man felt silent. He recalled Hyunjin, the smile on his lips had been unwavering the whole time during lunch the other day. His tone was gentle, answering questions without any answer in them at all. Vague responses that skirted around to any commitments to anything at all. It was clear he was a sly one. Easily able to weasel his way out of things that he didn’t particularly like. And he had done just that.

      “Well, why else did I marry the two of you? You need to get him straightened out. Fix his priorities.” He attempted to demand, but as he watched his daughter’s expression darken, he suddenly fell silent.

      “I no longer owe you anything. Remember?” She raised the agreement between them, the one he had signed, a receipt for the unknown debts she had accumulated when her father agreed to let her chase her dreams.

Yet all he could do was stare up. At the document, at his daughter, at the sharpness of her tone that left him slightly bewildered.

      “I’m quite busy, so I’ll be taking my leave.” Her strained smile returned as she nodded slightly, before exiting his office.

Her father sat in stunned silence, glancing back at his secretary, who looked equally taken aback by this new side of Y/N Yeom.

But only a handful of minutes later, the old man’s cell phone dinged with notification of a text message. And as he looked at the screen, eyes taking in the sight of the photo his daughter had sent him. He inhaled, suddenly getting a headache from the words she sent along.

“ Incase you forgot again :) ”

The picture of the agreement he handed her, the one her father suddenly regretted signing, stared back at him.

A copy of which would hang proudly in that gold frame that hung on the walls of her office.

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      “You truly are one of the pettiest women I have encountered” Hyunjin chuckled, eyes taking in the sight of the framed agreement.

He turned to look at her, Y/N who sat behind her desk, fingers dancing across the laptop keys in front of her.

      “You don’t frame your achievements?” She shot back, her eyes finally meeting his standing figure as she leaned back in her chair.

Hyunjin’s smile faltered for a brief second.

Achievements?

He didn’t particularly have any of those. Successful contracts, ones worthy of being proudly displayed, even if it was out of pure pettiness.

His eyes raked over the name plaque on her desk, at the title of Director Yeom. Hyunjin smiled once more, shaking off those nonsensical thoughts, ones he usually didn’t think of but they still surfaced from time to time.

Like now. Staring at Y/N who awaited for him to answer her question, to speak even.

      “I don’t have anything like that.” He shrugged, his words came out slightly softer, tone slightly lower than what she was used to hearing.

But Y/N could only stare at him with a doubtful gaze, brows knitting together as if she attempted to recall something.

      “Weren’t you like the greatest athlete in our school? Soccer captain—Or was it swimming?”

Her curiosity sparked something inside him, and a smile crept back onto his face.

      “Both.” He admitted, a hint of pride in his voice.

      “See, you did have achievements. I’m sure you racked up plenty of trophies and medals back then.” Y/N’s hands raised, palms facing the sky.

He fell silent, struggling to find a response, and she shook her head with a sigh before returning to her laptop.

      “Why’d you come here anyways?” Her fingers resumed their typing as she spoke.

      “Ah…I wanted to ask if it was okay for me to bring in a longer couch for the living room.” The standing man slid his hands into his pockets.

She paused her fingers over the keyboard for a second, before shrugging.

      “Up to you, the current one is kind of small anyways.”

But then her brows narrowed, looking up at him.

      “Why are you asking, go ahead and replace it, I probably wouldn’t have noticed anyways.”

Except her words only make him stand straight pointing at her, brows narrowing.

      “You weren’t saying that when I suggested changing the bedroom chandeliers! I made a suggestion, and you practically attacked me!” He was baffled all over again, at the incident that happened just the other day.

Y/N opened her mouth to counter but fell silent, acknowledging the truth in his words.

      “My chandelier is perfectly fine, you just wanted to look up at something shinier.” She muttered defensively.

      “Yeah, people with terrible interior design taste say things like that.” He shot back.

      “I know enough—now stop eating my brains before I attack you for real.” She instantly returned back to work, knowing well that when it came to such things like interior design, Hyujin perhaps knew better than her.

His taste, definitely better.

      “Petty indeed.” He murmured under his breath, but still couldn’t stop the smile that lingered as he watched her refocus on her laptop.

The dynamic between the newlyweds was a constant tug-of-war. One moment, they shared comfortable conversations, and the next, they were bickering like cat and dog.

Hyunjin, whose daily routine consisted of lounging around and doing little else, found himself increasingly irritated by the mess Y/N left behind when she left for work.

She left a trail wherever she went, her belongings screaming “hi! Y/N was here!”

The makeup, the clothes, and even the jewelry Y/N had pulled out and then decided against, were strewn across her dresser. The constant disorganization of the coffee table where Y/N insisted she work, because it helped her concentrate the most there, had slowly become an everyday sight for Hwang Hyunjin.

When they first began living together, Hyunjin had been taken aback by the unexpected disorder from a woman who always presented herself so graciously. Yet, despite this initial shock, he found that he didn’t mind sharing a room with her at all. Comfortable in the toss and turn of her figure next to him, the slight touch of their feet under their shared duvet.

The idea of moving into the guest bedroom had never even crossed his mind. And it didn’t seem like she cared enough about it either. Another shocking revelation that he questioned whenever it arose in his mind.

Due to her nature, Y/N was out for most of the day, so her absence meant that Hyunjin wasn’t often inconvenienced by her presence. He actually enjoyed the company, even if their interactions were minimal and their lives largely separate. Although he would never admit it, the quiet moments and the occasional shared space made him appreciate the unique dynamic of living with another person, something the husband didn’t realize was missing from his old life. Minus the clutter of her belongings however.

While many would label him a slob (his own family had often done so), Hyunjin was far from that. Despite his reputation, he had honed a set of unconventional skills that set him apart from the average person. With the abundance of free time he carved out while evading his family’s expectations, Hyunjin had mastered a long list of practical talents.

He could cook a variety of cuisines from around the world, a skill he had developed out of pure interest. He knew how to deep clean every nook and cranny of a house, disassemble and reassemble electronics with ease, and even build a bookcase from scratch, provided with the right tools.

These skills, though impressive, held little value to the Hwang family’s business empire. They were non-traditional and did little to contribute to the family’s corporate prestige. So Hyunjin never bragged about them.

No one had ever cared.

      “This is really delicious.”

Y/N’s big eyes lit up with delight, and Hyunjin found himself momentarily stunned, watching her savor the meal he had put together.

The compliment, so sincere, so casual, brought a sudden flush of warmth to his cheeks.

It was a random Thursday evening when Y/N popped back the apartment to grab something before heading back to the gallery. The moment she stepped inside however, the rich aroma of whatever her husband was cooking wafted through the air, pulling her in like a magnet. Making her forget about her plans to leave. She found herself slipping into the vacant chair at the dining table, drawn by the comforting scent that filled the room.

      “Where’d you learn to make this?” She continued, helping herself to a second serving, completely unaware of the impact her words had on him.

      “Ah…I learned it in Thailand, though it’s not as good as the one I had there.” He replied, trying to downplay his pride.

      “It’s really good.” She hummed, attention drawn to her plate.

The smile that spread across Hyunjin’s face lingered for hours afterward, accompanied by a fuzzy feeling in his chest. Though he was confident in his cooking skills, he had never received such a heartfelt compliment over something so…mundane before.

It was a simple gesture, but it was the kind of acknowledgment he had longed for, the kind he had rarely received in his past.

The kind he didn’t realize he was thirsting to hear.

Sure, the second son of the Hwang family had stunning visuals, a charming smile and a figure that was called “sexy”, “beautiful”, “charming” on multiple occasions.

But Hyunjin did not crave to hear any of that.

Growing up, Hyunjin had learned very early on that being the second son of his family meant he would never be his parents’ first priority. Especially in their elite society.

A painful fact he figured out through harsh realities.

It also didn’t help that his older brother seemed to effortlessly excel in everything he did. He earned praise and expectation from their parents. Meanwhile, Hyunjin struggled to find his own place amidst the family that seemed to have been complete even prior to his birth.

It was clear from an early age that his brother was being groomed to lead the family business one day, and Hyunjin felt the weight of the expectations placed on him to support his brother’s future position, from the sidelines.

So Hyunjin turned to things his brother was not good at. Things the older brother didn’t particularly indulge in.

Yet, despite excelling in sports and bringing home trophies and medals, his parents would dismiss his achievements with uninterested remarks.

“Being good at sports isn’t going to help HGroup.”

Hyunjin often found himself wondering why his parents never considered him capable of leading HGroup. Deep down, he believed that with enough effort and determination, he could prove himself worthy.

He knew he wasn’t a dimwit, he had a knack for learning new things, albeit in his own way.

But despite all that, the opportunity to show his capabilities never presented itself, and over time, he became too discouraged to actively seek it out.

He was a teenager when he started to feel frustrated, desperate for attention, Hyunjin began to rebel. Acting out became his way of grabbing his parents’ attention, even if it meant facing reprimands and punishments.

However, as time went on, he realized that this wasn't the kind of attention he truly desired. By then, his reputation as the family’s black sheep had already solidified, and it seemed impossible to shake off.

Was he misunderstood?

Maybe at one point of his childhood.

When he still had that hope that his parents, his relatives would pay him even the slightest bit of attention, consider him worthy.

But that hope had long dwindled. Overlapped with all the needs to act out. With the bad habits he had picked up. Forgetting about all those ambitions he had once dreamt of.

Instead of pursuing his own ambitions, Hyunjin withdrew into hobbies and distractions, finding temporary solace in them while his brother continued to bask in the family spotlight as their “capable son”. He focused on things that brought him some sense of relief, where he didn’t have to burn with envy and self-doubt.

And although he harbored no true resentment towards his brother, Hyunjin couldn’t shake the envy he felt whenever he saw how effortlessly everyone gravitated towards the older man.

The capable man. His parents’ perfect son.

Whether it was in social settings or among women, his brother seemed to command attention and respect with an ease that Hyunjin found elusive.

Hyunjin couldn’t deny that if he were in their shoes, he might also choose his brother over himself. Though somewhere in all that, he himself was at fault for faltering in his path.

When Y/N had scoffed, making a disgusted face at the idea of marrying his brother over him, he was a little puzzled. Any young woman in her shoes would have preferred the older Hwang over him. And although she refused both men, she didn’t have any particular interest in his brother.

It was a first for him.

Even if the entire time he sat before her at that cafe, she had degraded him. She was steadfast and direct about her words, about what she wanted. Things Hyunjin was never able to do.

Y/N, his wife, began to stir up emotions in Hyunjin that he had unknowingly started suppressing from a young age.

She made him cackle, stifling the kind of laughter his parents didn’t like to hear. Impolite noises, as they would call it.

She made him light up with her compliments, her sharp gaze finding the smallest details. His achievements, his cooking skills.

She made him feel flustered. His mind trailing back to the kiss they shared at the wedding ceremony.

“Damn it, Hwang Hyunjin.” He muttered to himself, rubbing his face with his hand. His gaze softened as he glanced down at Y/N, a serene figure curled up on her side of the bed.

The filling dinner had lulled her into a food coma, she swore she was only going to rest for just a bit before returning to do whatever she intended to in the first place. But it seemed like she was only falling deeper into sleep.

He gulped, watching her chest heave up and and down as she breathed. The dim light of his bedside lamp cast gentle shadows, accentuating the peacefulness of her sleeping form, but Hyunjin only found his thoughts consumed by an intense, almost overwhelming urge.

He felt his blood rush, eyes tracing, longing to reach out, to pull her close, and to press his lips against hers.

Into a kiss that would leave him breathless.

Hyunjin remained frozen in place, surprised by his thoughts.

His eyes growing big, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

      “Fuck.”

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[jils-things]

“unless they were my romantic fos!!!” YES SAME it’s that bad now I guess waaawaahhh YES I ADMIT I LIKE HIM A BIT TOO MUCH

AWWW YOU THINKIN OF ME WHEN PLAYING NAIB INGAME (I made it, I made it to Naib-crush status in Jil’s brain /jk)

Pls know that you're also on my mind when seeing Steven or Red in Pokemas or Norton (very rarely tho)!!

I’M- YES- I’M THINKING UP A- PARTNER A NAIB PARTNER (should I ask u first if I’m allowed to create a partner for your brother idk would you be ok with that)

H-HE MIGHT REVEAL HIS FACE TO A VERY NICE LADY- ok wait I have to overshare real quick, so I actually have a fewww ideas - she doesn't have a name yet but I think she would be the daughter of some kind of astronomer or researcher idk I like that idea. Annnd Naib gets a job… he has to retrieve a very rare item from a family of astronomers/researchers and Naib thought he would have to retrieve it from the father BUT NO the family member with said Item is the daughter :] I just think this could be a fun concept. And uhhh maybe later he ends up rescuing her from danger somehow and I can imagine her having a very sunshine like personality, so she’s like “I want to thank you :)” and gifts him something (a flower, a small trinket maybe idk) and Naib gets quite flustered about it (but still kiinda irritated/confused? Like what is this? Why am I feeling like this?) and is like “I can’t do this anymore” PFFFTT idk pls let me know if this might be too ooc ;w;

(GIRL I’m scrolling through his gallery on the wiki and I wanna save all of the images and draw him and AGHGHFFDG I EVEN CONSIDER GOING PUBLIC WITH THAT CRUSH AND CHANGE MY BLOG THEME BECAUSE THE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH GOING CRAZY AGGHHG)

-🐭 anon

thrhretheamount of times i had to look away and just squeal to myself obymhoifd what have i done /pos

I ESPECIALLY JUST THINK OF PONYTAIL NAIB SINCE IT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE PART OF HIM AJAKAKSJDHHDHSH 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (me crying at steven and red btw.. my husboo... THANKYYOU....)

ALSO OMG OF COURSE?!?? YES OF COURSE YOU CAN MAKE A PARTNER FOR NAIB. IF ANYTHING!! IRENE WOULD EXPLODE AND DIE LIKE "OHMYGOD I KNEW YOU WERE CAPABLE OF LOVING. YOU'RE STOIC BUT YOUREA SOFTIE INSIDE" RAAAAA dude like if you're my familial/platonic's partner of COURSE id be so happy you dont even have to askk!!!!!!

THE FUCKIGGN OVERSHARE. THE SUDDEN SI DROP NO FUCKING WAY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WE GENUINELY GETTING AN SI RN?;?;?;?;?;?;? I FEEL LIKE EXPLODING EVEN MORE NOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NAUR IM ABSOLUTELY NODDINH MY HEAD TO THIS CRUMB?!?!?! him absolutely startled by this sweet lady handling such important data... kinda cute ... hes probably thinkijg HRMRMRMMM (I WOULDN'T SAY ITS OOC BECAUSE HES HESITATING W HIS FEELINGS!! ive seen fanart absolutely destroying his personality so YOURE FINE) (my argument that he would feel "the butterflies" with his gift from si is because he doesnt a lot of good things in his past because of war and living not-so-comfortably back then so i think him being given something kind is a nice change of pace for him!!) (ps i think si should treat him to a nice dinner. he is a foodie, i mean understandably so for a fit man!)

DRAW HIM????? DRAW HIM.... MOUSE IS THINKING OF DRAWING HIM GUYS OKG... OMG... JIL WINNING ERA... /J EEKEKEKEKEKEKEK WHAT U DOIN STARING AT HIS GALLERY UHUHHH (closes my norton tabs /j you saw nothing) GO SAVE IT... I DARE YOU.... 😈😈😈😈

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i’m sorry if this is annoying but i would really love to hear your thoughts or interpretations of all the namor and shuri scenes in the movies! if it’s not too much

Stop!! I love you ask for my thoughts in the first place 🥹

I wanted to answer this after I watched the movie again and let me tell you I LOVE THEM 😭😭

I'm scared Marvel may not give it to us or move away from it, but pls pls pls pls pls I want them to be together

I'll try to work through each scene they share together and add my thoughts to it. Here we go, I've put together all their scenes together below

*flexes fingers*

Namor meets Shuri by the bush and looks intrigued. Ramonda states that she found this place in her journey of letting go. She spent time by the water, so he kept tabs on Wakanda after Tchalla let's the world in on their secret. But I don't think he expected Shuri to be there. Then he thinks she just another princess because most of his dialogue is with Ramonda. She's being hostile and he's threatening her. But even in that exchange the only time he smirks is she Shuri points out his vibranium outfit. And from them on, his gaze switches between both of them. Knowing Tenoche uses his eyes a lot to convey emotion and add to the character. Namor is definitely curious about Shuri just as she is curious about him.

Now the next time they meet is in his cave. Where the people have been instructed to give her the royal treatment. All the Talokans are welcoming, even Namora herself, once Shuri accepts the garments she's excited to lead the way and for the only scene in the film, smiles. The first dress piece looks like a long tunic, it makes her look like a Talokan princess. I love the way that shot is set, right before she's about to meet him, she's nervous and so are we. But the moment she steps in the colour and setting are all in warm tones. It's welcoming, soft and safe. Shuri eases. Namor greets her, he looks nervous himself in a way. He tells to feel at ease and move about his space, which I feel only Namora was the only other person who has access to it. But other than that it's his room. He's writting letters or reports on his work desk. On it are two things that capture our attention, his message shell and his mother's bracelet. Which are his personal things compared to the other artefacts that are from his culture. He's painted most of the walls himself, he's an art collector, we see him inside his home.

He looks impressed when Shuri notes the date of the artefacts, where they've come from and deducing that his mother is human. Those were the bits he was supposed to tell her. He doesn't put anything as off limits in that scene, she says the bracelet is beautiful, he just hands it to her. He's narrating the story and she stops him to ask why he's sharing all of this and he states it's to get her to see why it's imperitive that the scientist needs to die, what he's got to save instead. I guess in all of that somewhere, Shuri is moved by the love he has for his people. She's genuinely trying to figure a way to fix it. She's coming with solutions, we'll keep the scientist in Wakanda, we'll give you protection, she gives him her word. But he shakes his head with a huff almost like it's a perfect deal except he's not willing to take a risk again. Shuri then says that he can keep her instead, in place of Riri and he's run out of things to say. As much as the other's trying to play a game, they both connect extremely well. It like two halves finding eachother, their conversation, arguments, adoration all flows so seamlessly.

She tells him she'll stay and see the kingdom. Which again is something I don't think he expected. So his immediate response is to say, hypothermia will attack you, your bones will be crushed, your blood will become toxic. He says it in such a way, I interpret it as the 'anti hero admiration', he spouts all this, Shuri looks at her dress, her collar bones peaking through, he says your bones will be crushed and looks at her body, both of them have been checking eachother out throughout the movie. He's saying the truth but it's also like he's saying you'll get hurt if you go out like that or I can't have you be hurt don't worry, I have a suit!

Many had pointed out saying, he's had all this planned because he's reusing the suit the scientists had worn before. But I think it's more to do with the idea of not leaving evidence behind. They can't have two scientists floating around with spear marks through them. So all the others had drowned and the ship snuck into the ocean. He would probably bring back things from the surface world to study them, he had the machine with him for a while before he dumped it in Wakanda.

So he's taking her, tells her to stay close and leads her to the portal to Talokan. Shuri's looking at everything that's happening, the ocean depths, the portal current, his vibranium key, the people, the city and everything, her focus is on what's happening around her. But he's always looking at her. Showing off his people, sneaking glances to see her reaction. Does she like it or not? He swims slowly, journeying along with her, making sure she's safe. Like you cannot tell me he didn't care, the man's not looking at anything else. Shuri watches the vibranium sun(which he built, showing her he's an innovator too 😩) rise from the building, BUT HE'S LOOKING AT HER before he turns away.

The second outfit she gets is much like the ones she wore at home, like shirts and pants. The proximity at which they're seated next to eachother in a WHOLE CAVE??? Like he's sitting so close I would believe they could nudge their knees together or bump elbows. He offers her his mother's bracelet out of sheer gratitude, I'm unable to see it as a manipulation tactic. He's a hoarder, loves his mom, loves his people, admires art, does good to his under water empire that he's single handedly leading. Someone mentioned he was a sociopath, but sociopaths don't have any regard for anyone else. So he doesn't fit there, that's not him. I believe that's he doing it because, Shuri says that she's admired what he's built and all that. I think he's moved by her words too.

But then there's an argument or misunderstanding, she tells him once again she won't stand for it if Riri is killed and nods his head in acceptance. Like he's reasoning with her, showing her everything he's got to lose. She's also talking to him about her grief, that's where the scene begins between them. Were joining them mid conversation, and he's listening to her. Comforting her. There's genuine appreciation between them. She's asking how she can let go or why things were unfair. He tells her that people die and there nothing we can do about it. That he doesn't have an answer to her questions, all if which are all valid. He says the most broken people become great leaders, not in a villain sense but listening to her grief. That the pain in her life will turn out to be good. That she young and he too has faced a lot of loss, but it's how he's looking at her. He feels her pain. HES A BLODDY EMPATH YOU CAN'T TELL ME ANY DIFFERENT. He values empathy the most.

She goes back to state she won't stand for it, killing Riri and he pauses. Now he's sharing his secret with her, his pain that needs to be healed. His fear that he is going to bury all his people like he did his mother over a couple resources. He wants to know if she's an ally or enemy to which she says it's madness and hes spitting out facts saying no one country would have spared Wakanda if it had the chance. That once the threat has been eliminated, he'll return the scientist. He says it in a manner I interpret it as he was never going to do so in the first place. But she objects to it, which is like rejecting him and his idea, his emotions flicker, but when he says the scientist will be killed and Wakanda will face war it's almost like that threat is fake and he's pleading with her. He does the KATE SHARMA EYEBROW CRUNCH. He wants her to listen to him, that Wakanda will not win in dire circumstances and then pleads BABY BURN THE WORLD WITH ME.

War happens and Shuri is now conflicted. She says it's beautiful but they're dangerous people, so when she shows up in her sun bird to fire on him, it's almost like he's a reluctant fighter with her. He's like fine, I'll do this, but stay away. He jumps away on the bridge, he does not want to fight her, but after coming to a point where she isn't giving up, he lands on the hull and damages the engine, like pushing her aside. I also find it fascinating that he's just slicing up the wings of the planes when he could have sliced through the pilot?? Especially the Dora milaje, he could have eliminated all of them at a go, they can definitely survive a plane crash.

Now from here, it's purely my interpretation and how it could have happened knowing these characters and their motivations. He bombs and floods the throne room and then it cuts to the scene of Shuri coming there and him turning to see them as he hovers above. We see Ramonda try to pull Riri to the surface but when Shuri comes there, the queen is in the water while Riri's out and far away. Ramonda could not have done that. Before Namor throws the bombs he sees Riri behind the queen. There is a lot of mother sentiment in that scene. Before it Riri asks to speak to her mother which touches Ramonda, so as Namor comes he watches the queen be protective of this girl, the very girl Shuri was fighting for and instead of plunging his spear into Ramonda he falls back smirking at Riri's presence and throws the water bombs.

I imagine that scene as Ramonda coming up for air but she breathed in a lot of water already, so she holds riri up and reminded of his own mother he helps Riri and places her on the floor but its to late to save the Queen? I don't know but it fit well knowing his love for his mother. Cause without an explanation, that scene falls flat or out of the blue, when we just spent such a long time trying to understand him. Cause when Shuri meets Killmonger, he's degrading her family but he says some important stuff. Her father was a hypocrite, true. He brother was too noble, true. Then instead of saying her mother's death or murder, he says it was her sacrifice, which again adds a whole different meaning to that scene and like we're missing a scene in between. He tells them off and moves on because if you've lived as long as he has, people die.

Shuri chants for wakanda, he still doesn't know she's the black panther. He looks up at her almost like he's tired of fighting her, tired of trying to prove his point that Wakanda will not win against Talokan. All this is happening and he faces off against Riri. He absolutely has a chance to kill her there but still doesn't. Just breaks her back boosters, pushing her away to get out the way. He looks like a deer trying to escape for the first time. He gets captured and Shuri jumps on board. It's only them and after everything he smiles while saying princess. Like hey it's you, you know me hahaha but she's raining fire. She corrects him, that she's the black panther and he's losing control. So his survival instinct kicks in and they fight.

Their fight was angsty, like all this happens and he stabs her. He falls back and for a second there's sadness on his face as he says things could have been different. He believes it, I believe it but what he doesn't expect is for her to come back. PLS THEY'RE SOULMATES. He pulls up his fist, she burns his back and gets everything she wants. He's looking at her almost like he's a second away from crying, that this death will be honourable in her hands cause she bested him, that's what I get from seeing those scenes. But Shuri thinks of past moments and the moment that she remembers of him is the same as when he tells her the origin of his name, that he is without love. THATS THE MEMORY SHE HOLDS OF HIM, THE ONE THATS IMPACTED HER 😭😭

She asks him to yield and he remembers his mother, so he does too. Them flying on each side together as one??? Omg chills. They are the power couple, they are the moment. He leaves that set absolutely changed, he's a man in love. He's taking about her non stop in the two seconds we get. Painting a picture of her, telling his cousin not to worry that she'll comeback to him. Um Fishboy accept your feelings.

Anyway, that is my summary on their interaction and I'm crying cause I don't know when we'll get them next 😭