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sxnnimoon · 4 months ago

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We Can’t Be Friends…

Bucky Barnes x Widow!Reader

Summary: In which Bucky struggles with normalcy and seeks solace and peace in Y/N (Ex:Red Room & Hydra experiment) but is it all in the sake of bonding and getting back to being a civilian or is it in him remembering an offer she provided him and it not leaving his mind because of something more?

Implied Smut + Smut (Minors DNI), Smidge of Angst if you squint.

Author Note: I WAS SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS!!! I did change the name but I hope you all enjoy this and as always requests are open!! I am just getting back into things but please feel free to submit any you have in mind!!

Happy reading!

She never minded talking about what she went through. From the Red Room and what all that entailed to the experimenting she endured, she held her head high to move forward. It’s why when a certain soldier came to be with them all permanently, she never once saw him as a hazard or extra baggage to the team. She treated him fairly and kindly which made him confused and overall questioned why since it wasn’t something he was ever used to. He was still grasping humanity and his freedom from Hydra. It wasn’t until an incident during a previous mission that brought the pair closer. Despite the embarrassment he experienced Bucky slowly started to find himself seeking out the girl. Day by day he’d find himself in the same vicinity as her, just watching her finding the courage to speak to her without stuttering or backing down. He’d start to work out alongside her, sparring and training even letting his guard down around her. Steve noticed the change before he did. He would constantly tell him he looked like a love sick puppy the way he followed the girl around.

“If you’re gonna ask her out, good luck.” Steve would tell him.

“Nah, Nah. It’s not like that..” Buck would always say.

To the super soldier’s surprise Y/N took notice but she saw it as him just needing an additional friend, someone to lean on when he needed them. Someone with a similar background and trauma. It never came to mind that maybe his newfound velcroism was because of something she had since forgotten about.

She had walked in on him, fist grasped firmly around himself as he pumped furiously completely on a different planet before he noticed her company.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She said keeping eye contact, eyes never leaving his own completely unfazed by his exposed state. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement, Barnes was mortified. The look of shock and terror evident on his face as she spoke.

“I..I-I..” he’d stutter. “I can’t help it.”

His tone was small, helpless just about.

“I can understand the feeling, the urgency in which you need release.” her casual tone throws him for a loop but also finds it soothing in a way.

“It’s…a lot of readjusting to normalcy..” he said.

Silence fell between them both. Bucky is too scared to speak. Cleo is still in the room studying his face for signs of a panic attack or outburst.

“If it puts you at ease,” she began slowly, breaking the silence. “I could always help you. Help you get a hold of the feeling. Help to ease it, teach you to fuck. Make love even.”

Her sudden request made him do a double take.

“I’m..i’m sorry?” his brows furrowed as he tried grasping what she had said. “We’re just getting to know each other doll. Why would you want to help me?”

“Its just an offer. A teaching lesson if you will, nothing more.” she shrugged before turning on her heels towards the door, leaving a dumbfounded but curious Barnes.

It was a normal day. Cleo had been at her own apartment versus the facility. She was making herself a cup of coffee when her doorbell rang.

“It’s open!” she yelled, hoping whoever it was would hear her.

Not even a second after did the door open and close, revealing one James Buchanan Barnes.

“James,” she gave a small smile. “What can I do for you?” her mug to her lips taking in the steamy liquid.

“Teach me to fuck.” he says, Y/n spitting out her coffee at his words. Surprise evident as it wasn’t what she expected from him.

“I’m sorry?” she coughed out.

“Your offer.” he raised a hand. “I want you to teach me, help me, put me at ease to get back into the game.”

His words come out as pleads just about.

Was he serious? She thought.

“And you,” she pointed at him. “You’re serious about this?”

He nodded, “So serious.”

“Ok.” was all she said.

Weeks went by, those soon turning to months. The pair had been having “lessons” two maybe three times a week. With each lesson they all varied at different levels.

It started with foreplay.

“Top or bottom?” she asked, staring at a sitting Buck on her couch.

“Hm?” confusion covering his face making her giggle slightly.

“Would you rather be on top of me or underneath?” she raised a brow, the question still not doing much as she proceeded to climb on to his lap. Legs settling on either side of his lap, hands on his shoulders. Y/n just touching him and being in his lap had him fighting to stay calm. Noticing his clenched jaw she snickered to herself.

“Buck.” she said softly. “Look at me.” her hand coming to hold his cheek.

“Breathe for me, ok?” she began inhaling and exhaling along with him.

Each breath he took became less shaky.

“There you go. You’re doing amazing.” she praises, looking into his eyes reading him. “Are we ok to continue?”

Bucky let out a deep breath before nodding, “Yeah.”

“We’re just starting with foreplay alright? Small but effective.” She gave a smile of reassurance, both hands settling back on his shoulders as she began rocking back and forth in his lap, rolling her hips slowly as she went, not wanting to rush things for him.

Bucky can feel himself getting worked up just from the movement alone, it’s not until her hands are on his face pulling him in that he begins to stiffen up more. Their lips brushing against each other, before sealing the space between them. A moan falls from his lips at the contact. The sound egging Y/n on as she presses into him more as the kiss deepens. Bucky’s moans don't last too long before a whine is heard and a wet spot is met against the fabric of Y/n’s leggings.

They stare at each other before she puts two fingers to his lips to stop him from speaking.

“Don’t feel embarrassed, it's perfectly ok, go straight to the bathroom and clean up.” she softens her tone to reassure him as she gets up off him.

A month goes by of their lessons, grips, squeezes and touches. Hand placement and dry humping, position changes, oral turned to penetration. The first time he went down on her he was like a man starved, all thoughts and comments went out the window as he focused on making sure he was doing everything right.

“You can come closer James,” she said from her spot on the bed. “Everything will be alright.”

The super soldier immediately situating himself between her legs, face eye level with her cunt. Swallowing, his eyes flicked up at her before back between her legs. It was as if he couldn’t speak.

“Go ahead.” Green light, it’s what he needed before attaching his lips to her clit. Tongue flicking along her folds, the taste of her filling his senses making his hands grip her outer thighs pulling her closer. As an extra step his fingers found their way through her now wet folds, finding her entrance Buck inserted one finger before adding a second as he continued his attack on her clit.

Once penetration took place is when it all began to fall back in place with him. The momentum and stamina he had didn’t surprise the Widow. She knew what he was capable of. It was nothing she wasn’t used to, during her Red Room days before the experiments took place she was known for handling more physical tasks. A siren, a honey trap. Luring men and women in, pleasuring and sleeping with them. She’d never felt anything with them all, it was all part of the mission. It was like her humanity was turned off, her emotions stopped to let the “persona” take over. But with Bucky? It started to feel different. Her moans became louder, whining much more needier than she’d ever expected. Her desires showed more and more each night, every lengthy hour they spent together. She began needing him on nights they weren’t together, having dreams of his body against hers, the moans and whines he’d make as he was finishing, only to wake up and take matters into her own hands. The more they happened the more they felt real.

Y/N would try not to think too much about it, her feelings were scattered and it scared her. Her feelings being the way they were made it harder for the girl to be around him. So bad she actually had to stop mid session and have him pull out because of how powerful they were.

“Buck..” she said softly.

“Hmm..?” he grunted as he thrusted.

“James.” her tone now serious, which made him stop to look at her.

“What’s wrong?” his eyes softened as he looked at her.

“We should stop..” she looked away from him, hand at her mouth.

He was concerned and confused but respected her decision. As soon as he pulled out and got off her, Y/n found her clothes putting them on and left as fast as she could leaving a puzzled and naked James Barnes.

Since that day Y/n stopped their lessons. The thought of her having feelings and him not was too much to bear. Sure she could have continued like she did long ago but she couldn’t, something about this was different. As days went by, anytime Bucky would enter a room, Y/n would up and leave. Any team meeting, she’d sit as far as she could. She even took it upon herself to train privately and alone, they used to be partners and train together. Nat was the first one to speak up to her about it when Y/n just about fell on top of her as she was mid-running away from Bucky.

“You gonna tell me why each time Barnes enters the room you book it like you’ve seen a ghost?” She stood in Y/n’s doorway as she watched the girl set her things down.

“What are you talking about?” she tried to play it off. “Nothings wrong.”

“Right..so you didn’t switch to sparring alone and put in a request for solo missions versus your usual with Bucky?” She made a face. “I could be grasping at nothing or you could just tell me you fell for him.”

“I am not in love with Bucky.” Y/n said, immediately noticing her fuck up.

“I never said love,” Nat smirked. “So you did.”

Cleo looked at her nervously and embarrassed.

“You can’t say anything.” she cowered over. “I..I..”

“Take a deep breath for me.” Nat said, hand on her knee as she knelt eye level with her.

Her breathing was shaky but she did so.

“I fell..I fell for him when I was the one who said there would be no feelings..” she could feel tears brimming. “I hate myself so much.” Her hands covered her face.

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems.” Nat tried to sympathize.

“I agreed to teach him to fuck and be intimate,” Y/n looked at her pained. “I continued to let him fuck me while I did nothing but fall for him after I said there’d be no feelings. So please tell me it’s not that bad when I know he doesn’t feel this way.”

Getting up Y/n ran out of her room, wiping her eyes she just kept walking. As she made her way out of the Compound and to her car she sped off. Her place was the only thing on her mind. She needed to be alone. She needed peace. Pulling into the parking garage and shutting her car off she sighed as she let out a deep breath.

“You’re blowing it Y/n...There’s no coming back from this.” she whispered to herself as she climbed out and made her way to her door. Once inside she set her keys and bag down on the counter. Making her way into the kitchen she grabbed herself a glass to get some water, taking a sip. As she turned around she jumped causing the glass in her hand to shatter as it hit the floor.

“Bucky…” she whispered.

“Doll..” he said softly.

“How did y-” he cut her off.

“You gave me a key. Remember?” He held the keychain up.

“I can’t do this right...you should leave.” She walked over the glass towards the door, opening it for him.

“I can’t do that.” he stood there.

“I think it’s best if you do.” she sucked in trying not to let her tears fall.

“You can’t keep ignoring..” he came closer. “I don’t even know what I've done.”

She could see the pain and confusion on his face. It killed her.

“James. Please..” her voice started to crack.

“No. Not until you talk to me.” He was beside her now. “It’s been days. Weeks at that. Y/n...please.”

She closed her eyes, “I can’t. It’s better this way..”

“So you get to just shut me out? No explanation? You don’t even stick around for work outs. You leave the second I enter anywhere. You stay in the furthest corner during meetings. You haven’t even answered my texts or taken my calls. It’s like you’re disgusted with me!” he gushed out.

“BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” she burst out. “Im in love with you.” Tears falling down her face now.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, she was in love with him. “I..” he stumbled on his words.

“Please save me the embarrassment. I can’t handle anymore emotions." She bit her lip to keep from crying.

He turned so his body was facing her, reaching for her hand.

“Buc..” She was cut off by his lips on hers.

“Will you stop?” he said pulling away.

“What?” Y/n stood there in his arms in shock.

“I think I have from the start. I just never thought about it deeply..” he began.

“I..I, Buck.. I’m confused?.” Her eyes searched his for some kind of answer.

“I like you too, love you even.” he looked at her waiting for an answer.

“Ar..are you serious?” she couldn’t believe it, “You love me?”

“I do. Had I known I would have ended things instantly. I never would have taken advantage of your feelings and continued our arrangement. I’m

not that cruel..” he spoke from his heart. “I just missed you being around me..”

Placing a hand to his cheek she stared at him, the feeling of her skin on his making him cradle into the touch. He missed her incredibly. His hands found their way to her hips gripping on he pulled her close, closing the space between them. In doing so he bent slightly, arms hooking onto her thighs as he lifted her causing a yelp to slip out. Legs wrapping his waist, arms around his neck. The pair stood there in silence admiring one another.

“Where do we go from here?” She asked, fingers toying with the ends of his hair.

“I have an idea but I need your permission in doing so.” he gave a small smile.

“You’ve got it forever and always.” Her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips before connecting them.

The kiss was different than the previous ones they

shared. This one was full of life and emotion, it felt right. With her permission he walked them both to her room. Nudging the door open with his foot he walked her to the bed, laying her down.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

Y/N nodded, “Yes.”

Kissing her once more he pulled away and tapped her arms. “Arms up doll.”

Obeying she lifted her arms, as he pulled the shirt over her head the cool air hitting her bare chest sent chills through her body.

“That really how you attend your work outs?” he looked at her, smirk on his face, brow raised.

The comment made her cheeks bloom in color.

“It’s freeing.” She ran a hand down her chest. “Had no complaints so far.”

“You are,” he watched her movement. “Something.”

From his spot between her legs he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her leggings. “Lift for me doll.” his voice lowered in octave, the tone hitting straight between her legs. The things his voice alone could do to her. The fabric she once wore now on the floor, she was left in just her panties. The dark color complimented her olive skin. As she stretched out, legs opening and closing he watched her every move. Despite the months they shared, this was a different feeling. Basking in her glory Bucky lowered himself so he was at her ankles. Lifting her right leg, his lips brushed against the skin as he pressed his lips on her calf kissing up her leg. Taking his time once he reached her thigh, his kisses turned into nibbles as he began alternating between each leg. As he bit and left marks her breathing changed, he was dangerously close to where she needed him most.

Sensing her need he chuckled lowly, “Tell me where Doll, guide me. Show me just where you need me. Want to make sure you feel so good.”

He was almost begging, the desperation in his tone to please her made her moan. Trailing a hand down her body she settled it atop her pussy, “Here.” fingertips trailing her clothed folds she moved the fabric aside putting herself on display for him. The sunlight shining from the window reflected off her to show just how wet she was for him. The sight made him swallow and lick his lips. He needed her.

“Please…” he said softly.

“Please what?” A slight smirk could be found on Y/n’s lips at his plea.

“Please let me devour you..please. Please..” he looked up at her, the sight of him made her core pulse and grip around nothing.

“So good to me.” she cooed, making him shift in his spot. “You may.”

Taking the fabric in his hands he ripped it off her, the force making her jump. Throwing the torn fabric across the room somewhere Bucky put his attention on her pussy, laying his tongue flat against her he licked upwards making her gasp.

“James..” Y/n breathed out.

The sound of his name made him growl as he lapped through her folds, his fingers coming up and finding her entrance he inserted two fingers making Y/n grip the sheets as he pumped them in and out. Continuing his attack some more Y/n began gripping his hair, she was close. He knew she was too, the grip she had on his fingers was evidence enough.

“Come on doll, you can do it. Let it out, let go for me.” he praised, fingers curling upward hitting her spot sending her overboard, her legs closed around him as she cried out hand gripping her breast.

As she laid there catching her breath Bucky made his way up her body, kissing along her as he did so til he was hovering over her. Hand coming up to brush the hair in her face that had fallen.

Lifting her head she pulled him in for a kiss, their lips moving in-sync. Pulling away slightly she flipped them both, settling on top of him she could feel just how hard he was beneath her. Trailing a finger along his clothed body she peered down at him.

“These have to go.” she tugged the shirt, ripping it in half. “Oops..”

“Payback?” he chuckled.

Kissing down his body she watched the way his body reacted to her touch, his breath would hitch, chest rising and falling as she bit and kissed. Settling between his legs she fumbled with his belt and zipper, once undone she took both his jeans and briefs bands into her hands and pulled down. Lifting his hips to help , she was eager much more in tune and hungry for him just as much as he was towards her. Bottoms now somewhere along the floor Y/n moved back up his body, eyes focused on the hardened member now against her skin at full attention just waiting to be touched in any way she desired. As the tip of his cock touched her Bucky couldn’t help but inhale and shiver, noticing how touch starved he was Y/n smirked.

“Someone’s missed my touch.” Rubbing her thumb over his throbbing tip, pre cum spreading as she did so.

The action made Bucky bite his fist as his head was thrown back. A muffled Fuck, could be heard as his hips rise and fall.

“Oh someone’s missed it a lot.” she smirked, taking hold of him she pumped him a few times before spitting for lubrication.

The feeling getting to him, he couldn’t hold his whimpers and moans. He’d admit it, he was weak under her touch. He was hers. The sounds he made were music to her ears. Raising her hips slightly she ran him through her folds, coating him more. The feeling made him gasp. Lifting more she positioned him at her entrance, sinking down til she was fully sat watching as his eyes rolled back from the warmth that invited him inside.

“Lo..fuck..” he moaned out. “More..please..”

“More?” She rolled her hips slightly.

“I..a-ah.” his mind was blanking, he was becoming overwhelmed and she knew that. It was obvious from the start he hadn’t touched himself since they stopped.

“Words James,” she instructed. “Come on, you can do it, Soldier.”

The nickname rolling off her tongue sent him into a frenzy, “Please doll…move..fuck me. Something, I'll be good.”

Begging, Cleo just about came from it. It’s one of the things she loved about him. Eager to please, eager to beg and submit.

“There he is. That’s my Soldier.” She picked up the pace, hand falling to his torso to stabilize herself as she worked him. The slow pace pulled him closer and closer to the edge, lifting herself off him til his tip she slammed down picking up the pace. The grip he had on her thighs for sure was to leave bruises in the morning.

“Doll..” he said between moans. “C-close..so close..”

“I know, I know James.” she leaned forward to kiss him, “Just a little bit longer ok? Can you do that for me?”

He nodded eagerly, “Mhmm..”

“Good boy.” The name made him groan in pleasure.

“You keep this up, I'm not gonna be able to contain myself..” he said between gasps and moans.

“Good.” was all she said before picking up the pace once more, feeling her own high coming with the way Bucky was working her clit with his thumb.

“S-so close..” she moaned out, “Cum with me soldier.”

As if on cue his grip on her tightened as she clenched around him as he released inside her. The warmth she felt mixed with her own, she felt so full. Collapsing on his chest, the pair laid there wrapped in each other's arms before Bucky pulled out and laid her down next to him.

“I’ll be right back doll, ok?” He kissed her forehead before going to grab a cloth to clean them both and some water for Y/n, smiling to himself taking note of her sleepy state.

“Let me clean you up before you pass out,” he chuckled as he took the damp cloth along her, making her shiver.

“You’re..too ggoodd..me.” she mumbled and stumbled over herself as sleep was trying to take over making him chuckle again.

“Words are hard.” she turned over once he was done cleaning her up.

“We can talk about us and the future when you wake up.” going to put the towel in her laundry room before returning, he stood over her for a bit just admiring her. Thinking about the conversation they were to have later, he kissed the top of her head as he put a blanket over her now sleeping body leaving her to sleep as he went to start prepping something for them both to eat.

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year ago

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The Red String Theory (03)

Decisions - 决定

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 | 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

a/n: i just realised that lots of people think this is a zuko x reader. i apologise, it is not. it's just lots of buildup before we actually get to the romance lol sorry

The sight of the wooden ceiling above your bed has grown familiar to you over time. You’d grown used to the rickety motions of the ship, though your first few days consisted of being completely motion-sick.

You stumble to the kitchen, stomach growling in need of sustenance. Wincing when you accidentally put too much pressure on your ankle, you carefully lift it and do a quick rotation, checking if it’s in the process of healing from your spar the other day with Zuko.

The both of you had grown a little closer than before banishment. It took a while for him to warm up to you, but with Iroh’s assistance and your persistent presence, he began to open up a little more. The old man would constantly invite you to play Pai Sho with him, have tea, and chat. He’d also drag Zuko along and make you play against each other, only to cackle when either of you lose.

Pushing past the kitchen door, the smell of spices hits your nose and makes your mouth water in anticipation. “Beef noodles?” You ask, recognising the broth in the large pot. The wok sits idly at the side, waiting to be used to stir-fry more veggies. Hu Ge, the chef, eyes you suspiciously, sliding across a bowl. “Come on, you know I love my leafy greens.”

He adds some more blanched vegetables to your bowl, the spicy oil settling in each nook and bathing it in red. “Thanks, Hu Ge!” You call out as he leaves, grabbing a pair of wooden chopsticks and digging in.

You’ve just finished your meal when you notice another bowl filled with slices of spicy roast duck on the side, noting that the multitude of peppercorns on it can only be consumed by one specific person. You bring the bowl up to the deck of the ship where General Iroh is training Prince Zuko, the former welcoming you warmly upon seeing you.

You hand the General his bowl, noticing the frustration in Zuko’s eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Zuko says bitterly, walking away and taking up his telescope once more to keep an eye out for the avatar.

If the avatar is even still alive, that is. The whole point of your banishment is infuriating. You knew full well about his real reason for banishing Zuko, and you just happened to get lumped in as collateral damage.

Fun.

“It’s been three years, Uncle Iroh, wouldn’t he know by now that the avatar doesn’t exist anymore…?” You mutter wearily, noticing the dark purple rings under General Iroh’s eyes that hint at his actual exhaustion. You’d run into him a few times when you couldn’t sleep, realising that he’d regularly keep Zuko company during sleepless nights.

Iroh pauses between mouthfuls of roast duck chewing thoughtfully. “Who knows? Are you going to be the one to tell him that?” You shake your head immediately with a wry smile. He merely chuckles.

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It’s your turn to be on the lookout with Zuko. Yawning, you survey the open sea and begin counting the number of glaciers out loud in an attempt to liven up the atmosphere. “That’s thirteen so far. Wanna bet that we’ll find one taller than the one we passed by two days ago?”

You’re unphased by Zuko’s blatant ignorance of your rambles. The both of you have grown used to each other’s habits over time. In the beginning, you were too scared to even move in front of him, not knowing when he’d throw a fit at you for distracting him.

Eventually, though, you would grow bored and ask him questions about himself. After all, you’re with a prince. When else would you find out more about royal life?

Spoiler alert: Royal life is not fun.

Interactions had grown from small questions to discussions about whether noodles were better than rice, to the occasional spar and Pai Sho matches. Currently, you’re in the lead. He’s a sore loser though, so it’s just a matter of time before he demands a rematch.

“Do you think we’ll be having any soup today?” You ask thoughtfully, playing with the flame on your fingers. You shiver when the cold breeze brushes against the bare skin of your hips, regretting not having brought along a coat.

Firebenders like both of you tended to have a warmer body heat than others, but that didn’t protect you from how cold the South Pole is. How he’s on deck without any outer layers is a feat in itself.

Just as you begin to debate with yourself whether you should request some hot soup, something unexpected happens.

An ear-piercing whistle breaks through the silence. A singular light is shot into the air, and you recognise it as a signal flare, only used when in trouble or to attract attention. It tints the sky pink as if forecasting the terror that would soon follow.

Zuko holds up a telescope, falling silent as he focuses. “The last Airbender. Quite agile, for his old age.” The playful and calm atmosphere from before is gone, now replaced by something far more serious.

He turns to face an officer standing guard at the door to the stairs that lead down into the cabins. “Wake my uncle!” He orders sharply in a raised voice, “Tell him, I found the Avatar.” Focusing on the telescope once more, he quickly adds. “As well as his hiding place.”

There’s no way.

“Are you sure?”

He glares at you. “Are you doubting me? What happened to your resolve?”

“I just…” Your gaze hardens, steeling yourself. “I know. Let’s just get this over and done with. The faster we secure the Avatar, the faster we get back home.”

He grabs his helmet and puts it on. “If they’re housing the Avatar and hiding him from me…” His eyes narrow, filled with cruel intent. “Then they deserve much worse than a simple greeting.” You merely sigh. It’d be a lie to say you’re not affected by how cold he sounds, but your humanity isn’t a priority in this situation.

What matters is getting back home. To Hanoh.

All trace of the Zuko you’d come to know over the past three years on this ship is gone, and in front of you is someone filled with resolve to do whatever it takes to regain his father’s approval. You can hardly say that you turned out any different though.

“I’m going to capture the Avatar and restore my honour,” He declares with a glare that could melt steel. “And you should stay on this ship. You’ll get in the way.”

Okay, rude much? He may be a prince, but he sure doesn’t act like one.

“Have it your way, prince know-it-all.” Shrugging, you just focus on the sunrise instead. A moment of silence passes between you both, an acknowledgement of his order. “You better not get hurt.” He lets your earlier comment slide, testament to how much he’s grown to tolerate you.

He lowers the telescope, regarding you with eyes that practically command respect for his authority.

“I won’t.”

— — — — — —

The cabin is quiet as you begin to pack your stuff, taking a simple bag would be enough to hold all your treasured possessions. There isn’t much to bring home aside from some clothes, your ribbons, some money, and some accessories you can trade.

You pick up a bracelet that sits on the side of your table, staring at it with a sad smile. The intricately woven strings once bright and vibrant have faded over time, unravelled bits here and there. It’s the main reason you stopped wearing it around, afraid that it might break and fall somewhere without your notice.

It’s your most treasured belonging. It was a birthday present, given to you in the same year your mother passed away. She and Hanoh had presented it with gleeful smiles, having worked on it together during their spare time.

You’d worn it every day, only taking it off when you bathed and during the mourning period after her death. It’s the only thing left that connects you to both of them, the only thing serving as a reminder of what you’re living so desperately for.

You miss her.

All of your mother’s items were stored inside a box that Hanoh had by her bedside table, and you’d occasionally open it and carefully examine the accessories inside with an almost childlike curiosity. Hanoh would always talk about how you looked so much like your mother, promising to hand you the box when you were old enough.

Now that Zuko’s about to capture the Avatar, it’s like a ray of hope shining through the narrow doorway you’d kept closed for the past three years. Day after day was practically torture, and all you wanted was to go back to your battered room, and have dinner with Hanoh again. She’s the only one you have left.

No matter the means, no matter the actions you have to take, you’d get home.

That’s a promise.

A loud ruckus from outside jolts you out of your thoughts, stashing the bracelet securely inside the bag. Fear grips your heart, creeping up on you like frost as you conclude that something’s wrong.

Rushing to the hull of the ship, you look down to see Zuko firebending at the tribespeople. Screams echo through the air, a boy you assume to be the Avatar directing the flames away from them. A tinge of self-doubt stings your heart, but you push it back down and ignore it.

He looks young; oblivious to the world’s current state of affairs, probably. A blue arrow etched into his skin atop his head is a tell-tale sign that he’s an Air Nomad. You vaguely remember Hanoh telling you long ago how the Air Nomads chose to live peacefully when they were just as powerful as any other nation.

This kid is the Avatar…?

Subconsciously holding your breath, you watch as he willingly follows Zuko and the rest of his soldiers into the ship, the doors lifting and closing with a loud clang. You begin to pace back and forth, picking at your cuticles as you try to calm your conflicting thoughts.

This is a good thing, right? With the capture of the Avatar, you can finally go back home. You can see Hanoh again. You can live out the rest of your days in peace.

However, you know deep down that if you hand him over to Ozai, he’ll do far worse than anything you can imagine. The Fire Lord you know is ambitious, ruthless, and merciless to whoever he deems unworthy of being alive.

Unfortunately, most people who fall into that category are the other nations. But what would that matter to you? You’re just a dancer - a maid from the palace with no power. There’s nothing you can do.

“This staff will make an excellent gift for my father.” You move away from Zuko’s sight just in time as he walks onto the deck, hiding behind a tall soldier as he speaks. Iroh notices this, raising a brow inquisitively. You hold a finger over your lips, silently pleading with him to not address you. Understanding dawns in his eyes, and he gives you a single nod.

“I suppose you wouldn’t know of fathers, being raised by monks. Take the Avatar to the prison hold, and take this to my quarters.” He orders, the ship beginning to set sail for the Fire Nation. Iroh notices you trying to slip away, distracting his grandson so you can sneak back down into your cabin.

— — — — — —

Turning when the door creaks open, you’re stunned when you see who else but the Avatar holding the door. Shock registers itself on his face as you bolt to your feet. “Wait!” Your cry goes unheard as he slams the door shut, your outstretched hand faltering as you process that the Avatar is loose on the ship.

It’s time to make a choice. Go home to Hanoh, or help the Avatar escape far away from Ozai.

Pressing your lips together, you set down the bag and open the door, taking off and running after the Avatar. The hallways are filled with soldiers searching for the escaped prisoner, and you run over to help.

Where could he have gone?

He couldn’t have gone far. The lower deck is like a maze, and there’s little space to fight in the narrow corridors filled with pipes. If you were brought on board a ship as a prisoner, what would you do…?

Your steps slow to a halt, looking at the stairs leading up to the control room. Hoping that your hunch is right, you run up the stairs only to see Zuko jumping off the balcony, the Avatar on his glider mere inches away.

“Zuko!” You cry out, ice-cold fear filling your lungs in that split second, running out onto the balcony. Luckily, he manages to grab the Avatar’s ankle, the both of them falling onto the ship’s bow. “Oh, come on!”

A loud growl makes you look up, your breath hitching when a large flying animal with 2 riders swerves toward the ship. Zuko takes the opportunity to firebend at him, the latter doing his best to deflect the blows.

Do you jump off the balcony and help Zuko, or run back down and waste precious time?

Amid your dilemma, a sudden movement catches your eye: the Avatar teeters on the ship's edge, dangerously close to plunging into the ocean below. Zuko stands nearby, a look of triumph etched on his face, fists tightly clenched. He notices you and offers a nod of victory, his gaze locking with yours.

A sigh of relief falls from your lips, your knees giving way as you collapse on the wooden floor.

He’s captured. You can go home now.

Your joy is short-lived when something bursts through the surface of the water as you’re trying to fathom the cruelty he’s just displayed. The Avatar rises in a cocoon of water, his eyes and tattoo glowing brightly in an ominous manner.

How is he alive??

He lands on the bow and waterbends a forceful ring that knocks Zuko and a plethora of soldiers that join him off the ship.

“Zuko!” Your heart is pounding, the sound filling your ears as you gather your courage and dive off the balcony into the ocean below. At that moment, you didn’t care about the Avatar or the fate of the world.

All you want is for your friend to be safe.

Ice-cold water stings your skin, and you almost let out a cry from the drastic temperature change. Forcing your eyes open, you search desperately for Zuko. All you can see, however, are just soldiers struggling to kick their way to the surface.

Where is he?

Panic swells in the form of burning lungs, your limbs getting heavy from the numbness the cold brings. Panic soon turns into fear when you still don’t spot him, finally swimming back to the surface and breaking through the water with a loud gasp.

As you’re gulping in mouthfuls of sweet, sweet air, your vision clears and you see the very boy that you’re searching for, hanging off the side of the ship. He’s grabbing the anchor’s chain, clutching it tightly to keep from falling. Although he’s in a precarious situation, you can’t help but smile widely in relief.

You’re alive. He’s alive. You’re both alive.

The flying animal that you’d seen earlier departs from the ship, Iroh helping Zuko up. A pillar of flames is soon shot toward them, but it backfires when the Avatar airbends it away and redirects it to the walls of a glacier. The ice soon comes tumbling down from the heat, burying the bow of the ship.

You watch the three of them fly off with pleased grins, shivering from the cold. You begin to paddle closer to the ship, hearing a familiar frustrated groan. Peering up from where you’re afloat in the water, you raise a fist and pound the side of the ship, hoping to attract their attention.

Moments later, Zuko’s face looks down at you, annoyance filling his eyes when he realises it’s you. He moves away without another word, only to be replaced by a rather amused Iroh. He lets out a loud chuckle, signalling to one of the crew to help you come back up.

You wave back sheepishly. “Got any room for one more?”

#sokka x reader #sokka #sokka x y/n #atla sokka x reader #atla sokka #atla #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #x reader

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hwabang · 2 years ago

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your jungwon x older reader posts had me thinking: jealous jungwon vs older idol who has admitted to having a crush on reader and every knows (even reader lol). and they both end up being pitied against each other in a variety show game.

how do you think jealous jungwon would react / act during the variety show game?

bonus: reader is a guest mc for it and sees jealous jungwon

(whether jungwon and reader are in a public or private relationship is up to you)

A Little Push - Yang Jungwon

Genre: slight angst + fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, idol!reader x idol!jungwon, '03 reader, friends to lovers, sad jungwon, jealous jungwon, mentions of SKZ's LeeKnow, two mentions of ITZY's Ryujin, use of the word Noona, brief description of kiss scene, cursing, slight aggression from Jungwon's side

Author’s Note: IT'S SO MUCH PLOT I'M SORRY LMAOOO! but this is such a cute request, thank you for sending it in! feel free to send in more and i hope you like this one <3

Word Count: little less than 3k

(gif not mine!)

There is not a single K-Pop fan in the world who doesn't know of Jungwon's crush on you.

They didn't even have to be a fan of your group or ENHYPEN's. Just being a K-pop fan, of any group, there are some industry things you know well. And this was one of them.

Jungwon had been basically infatuated with you since his I-LAND days. But he didn't act on it until this year, when he became an adult. Sure he's only a year younger than you, but he knew that if he wasn't also an adult when hitting on you, you wouldn't take him seriously.

However you were making it quite hard for Jungwon. Jungwon had confessed his undying love for you so many times in public; during lives, during variety shows, en o'clock; you name it. At first everyone thought it was a running joke between the two of you; maybe you guys just have that type of friendship. But that opinion was quickly changed when clips of Jungwon looking at you with love and adoration circled the internet.

Although he was constantly flirting with you and caring for you, Jungwon never outright confessed his feelings directly to you. Once, he said it during a variety show, but the whole point of the game was to raise your heartbeat. And so being the competitive person he is, he confessed to you on camera. But that definitely was no real confession that you'd accept.

You were always asked about this on variety shows or your own lives; whether you liked Jungwon back or not but you never gave a clear answer. You always said something along the lines of how much you appreciate Jungwon's attraction towards you, leaving your fans and ENGENES quite confused on your feelings. Sometimes you would comment how cute he is, or how hot he looks when watching some ENHYPEN related content for your lives, but that's about it. Nobody else knew how you felt for Jungwon.

Nobody except the one and only LeeKnow.

Being in a company where idols act like family, like in JYPE, you grew quite close to many idols and that includes the members of STRAYKIDS. As close as you were to your fellow label mates, you weren't planning on telling a single soul that you reciprocated Jungwon's love for, even if that single soul was one of your group member's.

You didn't plan on telling anyone, but that doesn't mean people couldn't figure it out.

Everyone who knew you well knew you had a thing for Jungwon. Did they know you liked him as much as he liked you? Well, some did. One of them being LeeKnow.

He was currently an MC for a newer variety show that was going crazy in Korea right now. His co-MC was Ryujin, but she got quite sick so he was scrambling to find a temporary MC for the upcoming episode and he remembered you were talking about wanting to try MC-ing for a while.

That, and this episode was gonna feature ENHYPEN.. and LeeKnow had a devilish plan.

You had joined him on set for a brief run-through of tomorrow's episode with ENHYPEN, when he told you his plan; he was gonna flirt with you and do everything in his power to make Jungwon jealous. "That sounds evil, Minho."

He nodded. "Yeah? It's my plan."

You shook your head, not believing the words coming out of this man, your sunbaenim's, mouth. "Well your plan has so many flaws. Why are we trying to purposely hurt Jungwon's feelings?"

"Because you like him?" he said matter of factly. "What better way to get a guy to confess to you than to push him to his limits? Sometimes a little push is all it takes y'know."

"... As much as I agree.. I don't wanna do that to Jungwon. And besides, who would I flirt with? If I flirt with his members, he's gonna be more hurt than jealous if anything."

"No no we won't stoop that low. You'll flirt with me."

You crossed your arms and giving him a look as if silently calling him crazy. "You're fucking kidding."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm in need of an MC, I ask the girl I'm close with even though she's never MCed a day in her life; why? Because I'm trying to spend more time with her! So I flirt with her! It's the perfect plot Y/N."

"You're not my type."

LeeKnow put a hand over his heart, feigning offense. "You're not my type either dipshit. Which is why it works perfectly. I pretend to flirt with you a bit, you fake shyness and play into it, you get the guy and our friendship stays the same."

"... I don't know..."

"Hey no pressure, but just think of it as some fun."

With a bit more coercion from your good friend, you agreed. And so you were just anticipating what would happen in a week from today, which came real soon.

It was now the filming day, and you were doing everything in your power to avoid ENHYPEN ever since they got here. You were busy and nervous for your first MC gig, yes, but also you were kinda avoiding Jungwon.

Not Jungwon, but the shift in his energy that would happen once Minho started "flirting" with you. But your tactics of avoiding him had come to an end.

"Noona!"

You turned around and saw Jungwon cheekily smiling at you. He jogged over to you and stood right in front of you, looking down at you with a glitter in his eyes. "There you are. Hi," he said cutely.

"Hi," you returned with the same energy. You turned back to your desk and started picking up your cue cards. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I've been trying to greet you ever since I got here, but I feel like you're ignoring me."

You could hear the pout on his face so you turned around and your thought was confirmed. "Sorry Jungwon-ah.. I'm just nervous to be an MC."

"Don't be nervous Noona. You're an ace, you're good at everything you do. I'll give you encouragement throughout the filming, okay?"

You gave him a genuine smile, your heart jumping at how cute he was, but it didn't last long.

"Hey gorgeous."

Both yours and Jungwon's heads whipped to the side where you saw Minho coming towards you guys with a playful smirk on his lips.

He walked up to you and leaned in real close, still smirking. "You look really good."

You eyed Jungwon before responding, who had a very confused look on his face. "I-it's just my makeup artist.. did a really good job today."

Minho hummed, pretending to check you out. "Nah, it's all you beautiful." Minho wrapped an arm around your shoulder, something you gave him the okay for earlier, before he looked towards Jungwon. "Sorry Jungwon-ah, did I interrupt your conversation?"

He looked a bit taken back before quickly shaking his head, but the scowl on his face was still there. "N- No Hyung, you're good. I just came over..."

Jungwon trailed off seeing Minho's hand slid down to your waist and pull you in closer. "Alright. Well I'm gotta get my makeup fixed. You two finish your conversation." Minho then turned to you and winked. "See you out there sexy."

After Minho walked away there was awkward silence between you and Jungwon for a bit, before he looked down and scoffed, chuckling a little. "Didn't know Minho Hyung had a thing for you."

You were a bit flustered, not knowing how to answer since you didn't want to necessarily hurt Jungwon. "Yeah I uh, didn't know either..."

"You look good together," he admitted while clenching his jaw.

You shook your head. "Jungwon it's not–"

"No, I get it. He's good looking, smart, funny, talented; all around a good guy."

"You are too," you defended.

"But he's older than you."

"Jungwon-ah–"

"You like older guys, of course you do. Why would you like someone like m–"

"Jungwon!" You interrupted him by cupping his cheek. You stared into his eyes, hesitating before making your next move. "We'll talk about this later okay?" You softly kissed his cheek and moved back a little to see his reaction, which was priceless. His cheeks were blushing a pinkish rose color, his eyes had that sparkle again, and his lips were pursed as if he's trying to contain a huge smile. Your hand lingered on his cheek before giving it a little pat and then you walked away, getting ready to start filming.

The filming was going very well. All of ENHYPEN seemed to be enjoying and were quite comfortable filming with you and LeeKnow. As for you, you were actually a lot less nervous once the camera started rolling. Maybe it's the idol in you? Sure. Or maybe it's Jungwon giving you sly thumbs ups whenever he could, encouraging smiles, quick winks that he really attempted to do.

Jungwon's mood quickly dejected once the games started. A heartbeat monitor was hooked up to you and the objective of this game was to see which team of the two could get your heart beating the fastest. They were allowed to come close to you, say pick up lines, do aegyo; basically anything but touch you.

Since ENHYPEN are an odd number of people, LeeKnow joined the team with less people. So now you had Niki, Jay, Heeseung, and LeeKnow on one team. The other team was Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jungwon.

For Team 1, Niki went first. Your heart rate didn't go up too much with him, although you were a little flustered at his attempt at flirting. However he was laughing too much which in the end made you laugh along.

Jake was up first for his team, which gave the 2nd team all the confidence they needed. As much as Jungwon didn't wanna admit it, Jake was an expert at flirting so he knew you'd get flustered easily which is an advantage for their team. True to his reputation Jake was able to get you flustered, much to Jungwon's dismay. He quickly suppressed the jealousy he felt and continued on enjoying the game.

It was a close tie now. Jay and Sunghoon were up against each other; Sunghoon was able to fluster you while Jay ended up bursting out laughing. Same thing happened with Heeseung and Sunoo; Heeseung easily flustering you.

Now it was Jungwon's turn; the one you were anticipating the most. He smirked slightly before coming up to you and crouching down, getting really close to your face. "Noona, why won't you date me."

Your heart was rapidly beating but your heart rate didn't go up, shocking everyone.

"Eh?!" Sunoo exclaimed. "How come?"

You stuck your tongue out at Jungwon. "Obviously, you made one grave mistake in that Jungwon-ah."

Everyone knew that Jungwon instantly could tell what the mistake was, but LeeKnow decided to let him know anyways with a snicker. "Yah Yang Jungwon, do you really like Y/N? If you did you would know she likes older guys!"

Jungwon didn't have a reaction, trying not to start something with his sunbae while filming. "Ani, Hyung, she likes younger guys too."

Minho nodded while still laughing. "Yeah, but not when the younger guys call her Noona." He stepped up to you, unconsciously shoving Jungwon aside. "Let me show you how it's done," he smirked.

He did the same thing Jungwon did, getting real close up to you still holding his signature smirk. "Hmm, baby, you have some hair covering your beautiful face. Can I move it for you?" Wordlessly you nodded and let LeeKnow tuck some strands of your hair behind your ear. After he was done he let out a sexy chuckle and whispered in your ear but the mic picked it up; "Good girl."

Every one watched the monitor as your heart rate shot from 84 to 105, indicating Team 1's win. Heeseung and Niki ran around the set screaming in excitement while Jay went to collect the prize. The other team was sulking except Jungwon. Jungwon's jaw was tightly clenched and he couldn't move his eyes away from where you and LeeKnow were now standing.

The rest of the filming went smoothly, accept it was clear Jungwon was out of it. Poor baby tried his best, but he couldn't get the results of the flustering you game out of his head; how your heart rate increased that much with a man that wasn't him.

After filming was done, everybody headed back to their respective spots where they were before filming had started. You were talking to LeeKnow about how the show went when you heard someone clear their throat behind you two. You turned around and were greeted by Jungwon, who had an unreadable expression on his face. "Excuse me Hyung, if you're done talking to Y/N Noona now, I'd like to speak with her."

LeeKnow tried not to smirk and nodded instead, turning back to you. "Well, my offer still stands Y/N-ah. Text me when you come up with a decision. I'll see around the company." He gave you a side hug and said goodbye to Jungwon before leaving you two be.

After he left you walked a bit further to a secluded area so nobody could hear you two talk; you had a feeling this conversation shouldn't be for all ears. "Yeah Jungwon, what is it?"

"Y/N."

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna call you by your name now. No more Noona. I didn't think you'd mind anyways. That's fine right?"

Still quite taken a back, you nodded. "Y-yeah, that's fine..."

"What are you playing at Y/N?" he questioned.

You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I thought we had something!" he exclaimed. "Every time I flirt with you, you never reject it so I thought you felt the same way! Then I come here today and see LeeKnow Hyung flirting with you too! You kiss my cheek, and then turn and let him flirt with you again!" Jungwon let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair and speaking to you in a much more calmer tone. "It hurts okay? I've liked you– No, I-I've loved you.. for so long now. You never hit on me but you let me hit on you, so I thought this was going somewhere. And now to see someone else flirting with you.."

"Jungwon..."

"No, let me finish. I'm afraid if I don't get this out now, it'll stay in me forever... I know I'm younger than you and you don't think I'm mature enough but I am! I can be exactly what you're looking for in a man. J-just tell me straight Y/N, please," he begged.

You felt absolutely terrible. What could you say now to make up for the trouble you put Jungwon through today? Nothing seemed to be enough in your head, so you decided to show him instead.

You were already by a wall, so you backed yourself into it and pulled Jungwon by his shirt into you, colliding your lips with his.

He was quite shocked but quickly recovered, closing his eyes and melting into the kiss. His left hand went on the wall next to your head and his right arm snaked around your waist, pulling you further into him.

After a few seconds of kissing you pulled away and rested your hands on Jungwon's shoulders. You looked straight into his blown out eyes, letting your gaze rest their for a bit.

"Y/N..." he breathed out.

"Why didn't you directly confessed to me before today, hmm?" you cooed.

"I-I don't know.. I think I just chicken out every time... y-you're too pretty and I can't handle it."

You giggled and cupped his cheek again just like last time. "Cute. I like you too Wonnie."

His eyes lit up at both the confession and the nickname falling from your lips. "You do? You actually do?"

You nodded. "Will you go on a–"

"Wait!" he interrupted with a bashful look on his face. "I-I wanna be the one to ask... Will you go on a date with– Actually no. Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?"

Your response was a kiss on his cheek before you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

Jungwon giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist too. You hugged for a moment before he pulled away. "Wait, what about LeeKnow Hyung?"

"Ah..." you blushed. "That "flirting" was an evil plan created by him to get you to confess to me?"

"Really!? So he doesn't like you?"

You shook your head in reassurance. "We don't have any feelings for each other, like at all. I promise."

"Then what was he telling you earlier? H-he wanted you to text him after coming up with a decision.. I thought he asked you out.."

You bursted out laughing at the absurdness. "God no! ITZY is going on tour soon and he needs an MC to replace Ryujin, so he was asking if I wanted to do it. That's it."

Jungwon sighed in relief and smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Thank God.. hey are you free for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah why?"

"Let's go on a date today."

#i'm sorry this is so long lmaoo #enhypen #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen imagines #jungwon imagines #jungwon reactions #enhypen reactions

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softxsuki · 2 years ago

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Hello-hello! May I request an AoT and a Demon Slayer matchup? Thank you very much in advance for your hard work!

My pronouns are She/Her, I don't really have a preference for who to be matched with:) Romantic matchup please! My mbti is ISFP and in case you want it, my enneagram is 7w6. My sun and moon zodiac are Leo, Sag in the rising:) I really value intelligence both emotional and mental. I really seek deep conversations and deep emotions both in friends and partners. Basically I look for partners for life, and not just people to sip coffee with. That is what acquaintances are for. I also look for caring and open minded people who I can share my views with and not be judged. Creativity is also important! I constantly write stories with my friends. Oh, and of course a good sense of humor.

My type is blondes. I love people with light hair. Not much else, I have no care for body type or height:)

My personality.. If I were to describe myself, I'd say I am a bit irresponsible and forgetful and I am quick to give up.I am described by others as a little intimidating If you do not interact with me. But when you get to know me I am very sweet and caring. I am full of ideas and jokes. Whenever I am in the mood I crack jokes all the time. I love anything art and music, I am currently learning how to tune vocaloids. I also write and read quite a lot. And I drum every Friday in a therapy circle. Physical activity is not my forte though. I'd much rather go paragliding or swim with sharks instead of going to the gym. I really dislike routines.

Scenarios.. Probably how they would take care of me when I am sick? Or perhaps, how they would introduce me to their friends? Hah, I'm not too sure. In any case, thank you very much and take your time!

1000 Follower Event Matchup #25

This event is CLOSED. You can view the event masterlist here.

Note: Here ya go. Hope you're still around to see this, sorry for the long wait.

I match you with ARMIN and RENGOKU

Runner-ups were: Erwin (can’t think of anyone else for demon slayer)

Armin:

This one has all the intelligence you’d ever need in a man

Deep conversations and late night chats where you open up emotionally to each other, they’ll happen with Armin

He’s in this for the long-run with you, marriage in mind and everything. If it’s not you, it won’t be anyone else

He loves hearing all your ideas, and likes to add onto them as you both lose track of time talking about them

He’s blond :D

Probably the most caring person in AOT; actual sunshine

So he’s definitely understanding about everything with you, he’s your go-to person to tell everything to

He listens intently and has lots of advice to offer if you need it

He loves going on little adventures with you around town, holding hands and lying down together under a tree in the shade as you enjoy each others company

How does he introduce you to his friends?

I picture him being a little shy and awkward about it

Eren is definitely going to tease him about it, like wow Armin you actually managed to get a girl, impressive

Mikasa welcomes you as friendly as she can lol, but she warms up to you quickly, thinking she could trust Armin’s judgment, so long as you never hurt him

But Armin is excited to introduce you to his friends since he really cares about them, he wants you to be close to them too

As for his fellow comrades, he also wants everyone to know you’re together, but he may or may not get a little possessive when others get too close to you

Rengoku:

I MISS HIM SO MUCH IM CRYING

As goofy as he looks sometimes and how unserious he can be, I think Kyojuro has a lot to offer mentally, a lot of wisdom and intelligence hidden in that handsome head

Most of your deeper conversations happen late at night when he’s sleepy and not as energetic

Since he has a lot of past trauma, with losing his mom and his fathers abuse/dismissiveness, he definitely has a lot to share, and he’d love to hear all your secrets and feelings as well

He’s PERFECT OKAY. He’s in this for life, you’re his and he’s yours, never doubt that (not that he’d ever give you a reason to <3)

This man is as open minded as they get. You can tell him the craziest thing and he’d probably laugh and say “how wonderful” :D

He finds your forgetfulness adorable, and leaves little notes around to help remind you about things

Takes you out for many adventures with him whenever he has to go out on a mission, but he makes sure he keeps you somewhere safe while he deals with the demon (unless it’s too dangerous and he has no choice but to leave you behind) but once the demon is dealt with, he’d walk around town with you, making new friends with the locals and enjoying time together

At night he likes watching you read or write :D

How does he take care of you when you’re sick?

Well, he stays calm and tries to assess what’s wrong with you and figures out what he needs to do to help you quickly

He practically took care of his little brother growing up after his mom passed away, so he knows a thing or two about caring for someone sick

Rengoku takes care of you, never leaving your side until you’re better

A part of him fears he’ll lose you like he lost his mom, but on the outside he’s pretty calm

Probably a little more serious and isn’t as loud as usual, but gives you smiles and hugs despite the risk that he may also get sick

He won’t be back to normal until you’re better <3 only then will he be able to fully relax

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 7/31/2023

#aot matchups #demon slayer matchup #aot x reader #demon slayer x reader #armin x reader #rengoku x reader

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nabi-unveiled · 2 months ago

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Love the spoiler-free insight.

I know that's tricky to do so I greatly appreciate it!

I actually wonder what are your headcanons about why Myungha had such a destructive intimidating reputation of a fighter before :]

After I'm done with my watch, I'll try to pull together any remaining head canons I have for this show and put them in a post.

I'm just going to go ahead and put my cut here since I'll be responding back to a lot of your points.

Episode names are related to missions! In direct and non-direct way^^ 발전 means improvement, progress, development but not "gamedev" specifically, game development would be 개발.

So my first thought and interpretation of it was right. Lol. Good to know. It worked both ways really, but I always enjoy added language context. Language is so complex, and it really is beautiful.

I actually don't remember the scene of hopping the wall well because I never noticed how Myungha actually had a cast(?) on his left leg.

As far as I remember, you don't see the cast in the wall scene. That's why I was inferring. Actually, I don't think I EVER noticed a cast. Putting him in a cast would make sense though. It would be a good reminder for the actor as far as movement goes. Most of the shots in the show don't include their feet which is why I tend to notice it when their feet are shown. Now I'm curious if I just missed a shot of the cast somewhere.

Minsu (Sangwon's actor) would keep talking to director even right after they finish script reading, and he'd write a lot of in-depth analyse notes about his character

The work is noticeable. It's always apparent when an actor really understands their character.

The "disease" in Korean is used in casual speech a lot. I'm not sure why were you looking for a different translation, but it's something like 'illness, being sick'. Any obsessive trait can be a 'disease/illness'.

Good to know. I got the general idea of what it meant, and that it's a playful jab in the shows where I've heard it. It's just not a word that would ever be used that way where I'm from. It would carry a pretty negative connotation crossing the line from roast to actual insult. I'll have to think about if there's an equivalent around here. Most of the terms I'm coming up with are either too mild or not playful enough. I haven't come up with anything that carries the exact same energy.

[Very random offtop: I also love roasting/teasing humor (with no negative feelings) with my friends, and I grew up in such companies - with all engineers and IT people in school and uni who love a good intellectual or worplay or simply witty jab, it was so joyful to bicker and everyone knew it wasn't serious - but then I reunited with my best friend since elementary school who went to study humanitarian and philologyin uni. And I'm not trying to stereotype guys vs girls or tech vs culture, btw - she said her uni classmates were full of vicious sarcastic subtext or roasting each other and it felt like bullying. So for a couple of years we constantly hurt each other because our ways of communicating meant very different things, it took some adjusting. Which is a life lesson but also - I definitely feel you wanting more of this fun bickering energy in your life!]

Also off topic (so skip if you are here only for LFLS): I totally understand this. It is indeed a life lesson. I've had to learn who I can spar with (a fun few) and who I can't (most). Some consider it mean. My husband considers it disrespectful. My brother and me just implemented code words. If he calls me a jerk, I know to immediately back off. We also have a code "greeting" that he uses to signal it's not a day to play at all.

That's the fun part! This show is actually saying a lot on the level under the surface, and you can trust a lot of things that slowly get connected

It is indeed the fun part. I made a note that it hadn't "said" it, because I tend to put general disclaimers on a lot of my interpretations. Particularly, if I'm not breaking down ALL the evidence of why I made that claim. Saying "you can trust it" is a nice thought. That's not always true.

I'm just saying if you want to guess something based on reactions – you should stop doubting yourself because there are almost no random choices or sloppy editing/acting decisions

Same as above -> I don't trust a lot of shows so that's good to know. Many shows don't pay careful attention to their details/editing. I just got burned by the editing in a different one. Rather than "doubt", I'd say that I normally leave room that I may be wrong. Lol. Call it the scientist in me. Sometimes it's that I actually have multiple hypotheses running through my brain. But often it's just that there should always be room to change your mind if new evidence comes into play. That said, I do doubt myself when it comes to hearing/sound. That's just knowing my own limitations.

Feel free to go wild with theories and interpretations! I love how you're already doing that.

I have a major clown car theory about the water sound at this point, but I'll save that for my episode 5 post.

I would actually love seeing other people's affection of me above their heads

Upon reflection, I've firmly landed in the camp of "I don't want to know". Ignorance is bliss and all that.

Taevin said he thought a lot what should character feel and express, finally seeing Affection level going from 0 to 1.

This just makes me happy.

Yes, the guys were talking about Myungha 'leaning' on them or help holding him so he doesn't put more strain on his hurt leg. Hold him up? I wonder what'd be the best alternative in English.

As someone who has been in a leg cast and on crutches more times than I care to remember (10? 11?), most people around me just said "help" or "support". Or they would ask "do you want to lean on me?" That probably varies by region or country though.

I know of different symbolism for butterflies so it was interesting to see your side of knowledge!

There are a lot of different meanings for butterflies for sure. I went with the one that was most relevant to me personally, but as the show progresses I could end up pulling a different one if it makes more sense.

There was also a flower in this Senior & Myungha in a Bar location at the very first episode, not sure if it's seen now, but it also had a nice meaning

Yeah, the cornflower. I noticed it during episode 1. It has a lot of different meanings depending on the culture. They're also known as bachelor's button. But they can mean love, hope, remembrance, future, eligibility to marry....the list could go on. Again, there's a lot of references for them.

leader B.I gave a speech and said "The word happiness is too vague, so I hope you guys feel like it is worth living every day".

LOVE THAT!

I didn't actually notice video game sound in the scene with Kyunghoon!

There's a certain sequence of sounds in the soundtrack I'm referencing when I say that in a reaction. I'm going to be trying to pay attention and take note of them in the future.

Like you'd say to a kid who's making great great promises and really insisting they'd get you a moon for your next birthday. Which can be seen as condescending but I don't read it at that level at all, there's no malice in his words or gesture that could make Yeowoon feel bad or offended - in my view.

This is a *me* problem. Not the show's problem. Lol. I didn't think there was malice or that Yeowoon felt bad/offended. It just confuses me. Similar to the hug in the earlier episode.

only Joonkyung is looking at his blondie brother in a worry. He does seem like he was an actual friend of Sangwon

I rely a lot on experience or connections with other media to try and understand people (even in real life). That type of interaction is just far outside anything I've ever experienced.

I do think those two are friends. I may have to think on Sangwon's relationship to the gang a bit more.

I kinda love that we didn't get 'Oh.' moment but instead got the badass unapologetic confession

I'll take unapologetic confession every time. After the shared meal, that might have been my favorite moment of the episode.

(why does it always take me a couple of hours to write my own comments on your comments lol? I'm sorry)

I appreciate you taking the time. I greatly enjoy reading the response and all of the added information. It actually takes me a good bit of time to make the initial post too. I type fast, but not THAT fast.

in the very first take he totally forgot to cover his mouth and just kept staring in Yeowoon's eyes like 🥺

I think I'd stare too. Kabedon moments get me every time.

Sea or Mountains?" is a very popular 'personality division' question in Korea

It's a pretty popular question here too. Not so much for "personality" division, but it comes up pretty often in social situations and as a conversation starter.

Myungha does always wear black shirt under his school uniform

I have a theory about this one now too, but I'll save it for the episode 5 reaction.

As always, I appreciate your time and the insight! So much fun ✨!

Catching Up: Love for Love's Sake (Ep 4)

Other Reacts: Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3

Yes, it's 3:15 in the morning. Yes, I have to work tomorrow. No, I can't even sleep in because I have to interview a potential intern at 9 am. Plus, the kids will be home with me too since it's a school holiday. I don't care. I'm starting episode 4 anyways.

And yay! We've went back to the fight. I was hoping we would find out more about what happened.

Is this a new way for them to do the subtitle for "debuff/curse". I guess that's fine so that people who don't understand gaming get it. It feels a little late in the game for that though. Still, I loved this screenshot, because you can see the transition that's a bit gamified. And the purple aura energy is showing up on Yeowoon's arm.

We didn't have any debuffs last episode so I guess the debuff really does relate to affection of Myungha and not Yeowoon's personal affection. Fine. I'll exit my clown car theory about the debuffs....for now. Outside of my clown car, it makes sense that the debuff would show up now since Myungha's affection level just plummeted.

Myungha absorbs the debuff. Yeowoon is left in shock. He definitely is feeling rejected/slighted at this point.

Myungha is dragging Sangwon through the halls. Sangwon says "I'm not a kid." I'd be careful Sangwon. That line of thinking means he can hit you. I know Myungha knows how to fight, but I do wonder more and more every episode about "why" he fought. I'm already developing a lot of head canons on that score. Maybe we'll find out eventually though.

He's not going to hit him (not that I thought he ACTUALLY would anyways), because we now have a ringing sound. I'm guessing the debuff is having an effect. He absorbed all the bad purple energy, and it was STRONG this time base on his -99. Was the -99 in red last episode? If not, it should've been. Sorry, random thought.

Myungha falls down the stairs.

I've given up on the episode names being strictly related to missions. The gamer in me though is going to retranslate this as "progress". That feels better in gamification terms. Especially if it's talking about progress in the mission quest. I obviously have no clue whether that is right. Wait. Unless they're talking about aspects of the game being "in development" like new code/levels being written or the story being redeveloped/changed. Hmm. That actually feels likely. We'll stick with development.

KYUNGHOON! You're back. I missed you so much. I'm guessing they're having to skip class to go to the competition. Apparently, Myungha has hurt his leg. Kyunghoon struggles to get over the wall. Based on how Myungha hopped the wall, I'm guessing it's the right leg that's hurt. But Myungha's leg obviously wasn't THAT badly hurt. It didn't look like he tried to favor one leg more in the landing. Guess that could depend on the type of injury though. My perspective is probably skewed. I've dislocated kneecaps more times than I wish to recount. I definitely wouldn't have made it over the wall shortly after one of those times. My personality is such though that I'd have doubled down and probably hurt myself more while trying. Lol.

Sangwon is waiting on the other side of the wall. I loved his "hi". Kyunghoon asks if he was waiting. Myungha says it's a "disease". It works, but I wonder if there is a different translation of that word. They've used it several times. It was also used in a very similar way during Secret Relationships ("being nosy is a disease").

Sangwon says he was just late to school. It's coincidence that they met up. I love that he's somewhat "talking back" to Myungha. But I also have a very sarcastic/roast style sense of humor. These types of exchanges always make my day. I wish I had more of that energy in my life.

Kyunghoon asks about the shoes, and Sangwon realizes that he had made a mistake. I didn't mention it last episode as the post was already getting really long. But my guess is that Sangwon was upset about the shoes, because he thought that his mom gave them to Yeowoon. His mom had just been to the school after all, and it appears like they have a complicated relationship. I'm guessing there's a lack of affection there too based on Sangwon's reactions to Myungha's signs of care. This is all conjecture on my part. The show isn't really SAYING any of this at the moment.

But now he knows the shoes weren't from his mom. It's okay Sangwon. I made several bad calls in the last episode too. Sangwon decides to follow.

And just like that, we have a gaming party embarking on a quest.

Our trio notices that Yeowoon is standing instead of taking his place on the blocks. Is he wearing the blue shoes? It looks like it. Myungha is still outside of the love supremacy zone, but he yells Yeowoon's name. I'm taking note that his number is 251 just in case it pops back up at some point. I loved the sound effect as the camera circled around and Yeowoon realized his name was being called.

Yeowoon is recalculating his affection, and the number starts moving up fast. Lol. This feels very much like love indeed. Highs and lows and emotional turbulence. Some might say that's the fickle nature of teenage affection. I'd say that doesn't ever really change. But maybe that's just the nature of my personal relationship talking. Maybe it'd help if we had affection scores above our head so we'd both know when we screwed up. On second thought, I don't think I'd want to know my score. That feels like a recipe for disaster.

Yeowoon takes his place at the blocks with magic sparkles coming off of his blue shoes. The affection level keeps rising.

If this wasn't a "game", the new shoes would be disastrous in a competition. But as I've thought about it, I actually like that this feels like an equipment upgrade in a game. Higher tier equipment immediately leads to better outcomes in a game assuming you have the skills to use it.

The music reminds me of late 90s/early 2000s movies. I kind of love it since we're panning across Sangwon and Kyunghoon's faces, and it feels like a friend montage moment out of one of those types of "high school" movies. Ah nostalgia.

Affection level is back at 0. The subtitles say Yeowoon is second, but I'm guessing he's actually third. They announced two other names before him.

Yep, he's third place based on the next part of the dialogue. Myungha says he did well. Yeowoon is crying, but Myungha definitely doesn't understand the reason. Yeowoon is trying to figure out why Myungha is nice to him.

Poor boy is definitely dealing with romantic feelings now. I'm loving the romance driven emotional angst of it all. This is my cup of tea.

The coach interrupts. Yeowoon is still emotional, but Myungha says he'll wait. They can eat together afterwards. Yes, please do. I'm always going to be down for a shared meal.

Yay! Our whole crew is EATING together! And Yeowoon is smiling.

Yeowoon tells Myungha to eat too and gives him food. OMG - our affection level has crossed the zero threshold. We're now at 5. And it keeps climbing as he keeps giving Myungha food. Lol. Kyunghoon tells Myungha to eat slowly and Sangwon's face is priceless! He seems absolutely disgusted by Yeowoon's actions. We end on an affection level of 17 for now.

Sangwon and Yeowoon are bickering. I love it. so. much. Frenemy relationships are the best. I'm looking forward to seeing how this develops moving forward.

For those that like talks about linguistics, they said a bit about honorifics too. If I followed it correctly, Sangwon used more casual speech with Myungha and Yeowoon didn't like it. I could be mistaken though. Myungha really is the exasperated parent here. Lol. Cutie Kyunghoon helps Myungha out. He is worried that Yeowoon's feet might hurt since he ran with new shoes.

Yeowoon says he's fine, but he asks what happened to Myungha's leg.

🤣 This pout had me dying. For the game aspect, it really is like now that his "affection level" has went up, it's unlocked all kinds of new dialogue/expression options.

I wonder if Myungha realizes that his leg getting hurt was due to the purple energy. He's a smart cookie. I bet he's figured that out.

This whole scene just put me in a good mood.

Yeowoon offers to help "hold" Myungha. I'm betting there's a better translation of that. Kyunghoon used the term earlier too. I bet it has to do with letting Myungha lean on him or something like that rather than "hold" as I typically interpret. Myungha says he fine.

Yeowoon wants Myungha to rely on him too. This is a tricky situation. Yeowoon wants them to be EQUALS, but Myungha is definitely going to struggle with that. Myungha has taken on a caretaker role, and while those things aren't mutually exclusive, it can make things complex.

Yeowoon asks how Myungha knows his (shoe) size. Myungha says he let the fan (sis) pick it out, and that she wants to meet Yeowoon. Yeowoon doesn't seem happy about Myungha hanging out with her often, but he agrees to meet up with Si-a.

Yeowoon has essentially walked Myungha home. He tells him thank you which Myungha teases him about. But he says it again and leaves.

The entry light starts flickering and there are some jarring sounds. Ominous music plays, and Myungha's head is hurting.

OOOOOOH. It WAS development like "game in development". Exciting.

We're back at the bar from episode 1. Senior is asking Myungha questions.

I first noticed the three butterflies in the corner of the paper. It shouldn't be a surprise given my blog name that I'm likely to notice butterflies. They're a symbol of transformation and personal growth. Actually, they have different stages of development just like a game. A butterfly's development requires they insulate themselves from the world and focus on changing themselves before they can emerge in their final form. I don't know whether that has anything to do with this show or not though.

But these questions are interesting. Yes, I used my phone to translate. Though it kept giving slightly different translations depending on the angle I held it, I think I got the gist of it. One of the things says "like minded friends" which was what the quest said in episode 2. If I remember correctly, that was in Myungha's hand writing. So is senior having Myung-ha essentially write the game levels? I had said in an earlier episode that this was really a quest for Myungha's own happiness as well.

It WAS his writing. I love this shot. It feels like a magic dungeon with the candles and lighting. The shape of the glass is nice. I think it's a glencairn whiskey glass. Actually no. The base is wrong. It doesn't matter. The glass itself is probably not symbolic. I just find certain types of glassware pretty. As a fun side note, I used to drink everything (soda, milk, etc.) out of a red wine glass that I got while dumpster diving in college. I loved that beautiful glass. My roommate eventually broke it "on accident", but said it was "probably for the best" so that people didn't think I was drinking alcohol. Fun times 🙄.

It's late/early. I'm rambling. *Focus brain*

Senior is in white as the "heavenly" being with the power. Am I supposed to trust him? I don't. But it feels like he's God/angel coded.

"Will there be happiness to 29 year old Tae Myungha?"

"So the standard is very important." says Senior.

Myungha doesn't hear him clearly, and we can't hear his next line clearly either. He's muffled as if he's under water. It's the same sound as when he first entered the game world.

This feels important, and it feels mistranslated. Or at least like it was translated without the needed nuance. I need to pause anyways. I'm tired enough that I know I'll miss details if I keep going tonight.

(pause)

Ok. I've slept a few hours and hung out with the kids for a bit. I've mulled it over. I'm guessing that senior is really meaning that Myungha needs to be very careful about what goals/words he's using. Happy is a pretty vague term. I actually walked down the aisle to a song called "Different Kinds of Happy" from the movie Sweet Land. The idea/theme in that movie is that happiness can take different forms and mean different things to different people. In a game, if you don't have a clearly defined objective, then it's going to be difficult to meet it. So what does Myungha actually mean by "happy"?

But Myungha "can't hear" what senior is telling him. Myungha, and us by extension, are missing a critical piece of information. I'm guessing it has to do with the standard/clearer objective or that it's a warning of some kind.

We're back in the video game world. Myungha is looking at his notes.

AND OMG - YES! HOORAY! A time jump/alternate world that GETS how problematic it is for a 29 year old to be suddenly back in high school. The dialogue is clearly establishing that he IS 19 in this world. It's how I had resolved it mentally myself in episode 2. I love it when my head canons become actual canon.

Anyways, it's a good question. What CAN he do? Because "making someone happy" on a identity level scale really isn't easy. I would argue that it's not actually possible. That they have to strive for their own happiness as they accept themselves. It's not just circumstances that's driving Yeowoon's mental disdain for himself. New shoes are great, but they're not a long term solution. When you're dealing with suicidal ideation the other person has to "want" to live. A lot of times they don't even realize it until the moment. Yeah, it wasn't my grandfather's first attempt before he succeeded. My brother's neither. So far my brother has always decided he wanted to live and sought help in time.

I love that Myungha is being smart about this. He goes "What does he WANT me to do?" If you're playing a game, that's an important question. It's anticipating the game maker's design. I am noticing that the butterfly is on the journal paper here. But it's only one this time, and it's in the top right corner instead of the bottom corner.

Now THAT'S interesting. He doesn't remember "senior". There are a lot of fun implications in this development, but I'll have to stop for now. It looks like my husband has got off of work early today. It's a national holiday. I should've expected it. This will have to wait until after everyone is asleep tonight. I didn't get very far in this session, but it's fine. I really should've been working/writing anyways. I have five scripts due in the next two weeks.

(pause)

Well...the emoji tag game happened, and I got a wee bit carried away with it. I loved it so much. But then my brain was broke so it's taken a few days to get back here.

The fact that Myungha doesn't remember "senior" from his real life is a cool detail. I had said I thought it was in odd in episode 1 that he wasn't weirded out by the situation. It could mean that ONLY senior is obscured. Or it could mean that the facts of his "future" will slowly disappear as he creates a new story leaving him only with the 19 year old version of Myungha. There are a few other possibilities too, but I'll go with those two for now. I actually like the latter one in some ways. I don't remember if he recalled senior once he entered the video game during episode 1. That would provide evidence for which possible interpretations to keep moving forward. I might have to go back and check that out.

Regardless, we know this memory was jarring. The question is what triggered the memory.

We're down to 288 days left to complete our mission so a good bit of time has passed, and we're reminded that death is the penalty. We still don't know whose death we're talking about though.

We cut to Kyunghoon and Myungha walking down the hall together. Myungha is complaining that the teacher treats him like a thug. Kyunghoon proposes that they go to college together, drink together and have fun together in the future. I love the video game sound effects in the music/soundtrack.

OH! Random thought. I wonder if those sound effects show up at critical/specific moments. Is this like the rain drops in When It Rains or just a fun part of the soundtrack? Sound analysis is tricky for me, but it can add a lot to a show. And I LOVE it when sound is used symbolically. That would require an entire rewatch though as I'd have to focus just on the sound. I'll try to make note of it moving forward though to see if I can find a pattern. I can't promise I'll catch it every time though.

Hold up. We HAVE had a sound. The freaking water. I said before that it sounded like water when Myungha is shifting between worlds. That's definitely a specific sound at critical moments. Is that significant? Is it even water? Stop brain. You know your hearing can't be trusted. Move on.

Myungha is obviously uncomfortable here. Probably because he knows that he doesn't have that kind of time. He was just reminded of the countdown. It could also be because he didn't have that kind of life in the past. I don't know if he has those resources in the current videogame timeline either. Money isn't an obstacle for Kyunghoon. But it will be for Myungha and Yeowoon. But I figure it's that he feels like he's lying to Kyunghoon by agreeing to a future that may not exist. Yeowoon has already called him a liar after all.

Ah, the bullies are circling for blood. Frizzy blond guy asks Myungha if he's gay and is obviously intimidating Kyunghoon. Myungha says "I'm gay. So what." That's the confidence of someone who is very comfortable with themselves. I wonder if he was always that way, or if this is a manifestation of him already working through that part of his identity in the "real world".

Cutie Kyunghoon steps in between to protect Myungha 🙌🙌🙌. This is VERY important. Why? Because it's a dynamic shift. Myungha is collecting people in his life that care about him too and who will stand up for him even if it's risky. He's gathering "like minded friends" as well.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Myungha kisses the bully.

Should I be laughing? Probably not. This is a forced kiss. But AM I laughing? 100% yes. And all of the bully gang not knowing how to respond is epic.

Blond guy is rightfully angry, and Myungha just scolds him for swearing. What I love about this interaction is that it quickly and decidedly shifted who was the "victim" in this interaction.

Blond guy - Tak ...Joonho? It'll eventually stick with me. Anyways, he punches Myungha and we see Myungha deftly assert his dominance. He threatens to kiss him again.

This is the second interaction where Myungha has really shown this guy to be pretty pathetic. As he seems to be a leader in this "gang", he's probably not going to react to this well. He wouldn't be able to keep power over his bully gang if he ignored things like this. I'd expect backlash soon. He'll either take it out on his own members or start targeting people Myungha cares about (Yeowoon, Kyunghoon). Potentially both. If he comes after Myungha himself, it will be sneaky style. He can't (or shouldn't) risk another direct confrontation like this one. He's already lost twice.

Teacher intervenes. Apparently Myungha has got some type of cleaning duty punishment.

Yeowoon is on the other side of the window being cleaned. I'm trying to figure out if Yeowoon had heard about the fight or he just noticed Myungha's busted lip. Either way, his expressions here are KILLING me. They are so earnest and so different than what we had in previous episodes. The rise in affection level has definitely had an impact.

Myungha tries to brush it off, but Yeowoon won't let him. "Who hit you?" Myungha tells him he doesn't need to know.

Yeowoon gets very serious. Just like that earlier interaction with Kyunghoon, this is actually very important. Yeowoon is asking to be seen as an equal. As someone that Myungha can rely on. He's asking Myungha to trust him. Ooh interesting. Yeowoon dropped honorifics.

Yeowoon drags Myungha to the nurse's office. It's a reverse of care. Yeowoon taking care of Myungha. I mean, technically Yeowoon had intervened before. However, this is DIRECT care. Yeowoon asks if he's really not going to tell him. Myungha responds "What would you do if you knew?". Yeowoon - "I'll kill him". 🥹 Yes, I'm taking the threat as a squee worthy moment. There was no hesitation. Just a direct assertion of "you matter to me that much".

Myungha rubs his head.

I'm going to have to think about this one. Why is this man's physical affection so hard for me to interpret? This feels like a parent/child interaction to me. Which...is possible. Is he in guardian mode? Trying to calm Yeowoon down while acknowledging that he's grateful for Yeowoon caring about him? Or do other people see this as just a friendly interaction? Because things would not end well if my friend rubbed my head and used that tone with me. I'd see it as condescending for sure. But cultural differences could be in play here. I'm going with guardian mode.

Myungha says that rather than hit, it's more like we kissed. And Yeowoon's reaction is amazing.

Myungha is flustered by Yeowoon's reaction. Yeowoon has to be cycling through all kinds of feelings. One - this gives him hope. Two - Myungha was kissing someone besides him.

So many thoughts running through this boy's mind.

He says he should ask Tak Joonho. That means he DOES know who was involved, but he wanted Myungha to confide in him on his own. "Can men kiss too?" "I want to kiss him" while staring at Myungha's lips and putting on the ointment. Baby boy is down bad.

We cut to Sangwon coming towards the bully gang. There's the "hi" again. Love it. But it does feel like he's out of the loop. It feels more like he's invading their space. @dropthedemiurge I see what you meant now. He's not part of the hierarchy of this group. The uniforms vs. plain shirt is visually depicting that as well. That does make me have some questions about the earlier rooftop scene, but I'll hold them for now.

Did he come because he had heard about the fight? Or is this just part of his routine? He does seem to do whatever he wants. Case in point - he didn't come to class just because he didn't want to. Skipping seems to be a regular occurrence for him.

Tak Joonho says that he's going to teach Myungha/Kyunghoon a lesson. Sangwon is trying to put the pieces together. I do find it odd that Joonho is openly admitting that Myungha kissed him. I would've expected him to threaten the others and keep that quiet. Unless he's expecting Sangwon to commiserate with him and understand.

Not happening though. Sangwon is clearly on Myungha's side in this one. I figure he knows Tak Joonho enough to know he instigated whatever happened. The chuckling of the other students as Sangwon pushes back has got to raise Joonho's ire.

Tak Joonho thinks Sangwon is teasing him, but he's actually angry.

I'm rewording this line a little bit in my head to fit better with that sassy head tilt that just made me so happy. In some ways, it's a lot like Myungha earlier. "Yes. I am. What are you going to do about it?" It's a statement and a challenge.

Unlike Myungha, Sangwon does punch Joonho and IMMEDIATELY puts his hands back in his pockets. LMAO. That's a dominance signal right there. He knows Joonho isn't going to immediately punch back. He doesn't see him as a threat.

Joonho says he's holding back because he's rich. Sure you are. Keep telling yourself that. Kyunghoon seems to be pretty rich too, and you tease him just fine.

Note - I do realize that they've said that Sangwon can get away with everything due to his family. I'm sure it does play some role. But it's not everything. Sangwon is exuding dominance in this situation. He's even leaning in a mock little bow and saying "thank you" in a snarky tone. God, I love him and his self-confidence. He has grown on me so much, and I'm only halfway through this show.

Joonho asks if he can't see that he's outnumbered.

Sangwon (in other words): Bring it.

I'm sorry. I've tried to ignore that hideous wall color this entire show, but now we've added what has to be one of the ugliest arrangements known to mankind in front of it. I'm sure there are people who like that kind of thing, but it just makes me wonder why someone thought a feather duster was appealing. Normally I would be trying to figure out if the red meant something, but I just can't. It's an eyesore.

Is Si-a considered part of our gaming party now. I'm not sure. 🤔 They're collectively worrying about Sangwon though.

Si-a asks if Myungha wants to be a model for Swoony (the brand). The pay is better after all. Pay is always an enticing thing.

Myungha tells Si-a to buy him dinner. I'm confused. Why does he want Si-a to buy him dinner? 🤔 Myungha doesn't do things without a purpose. What's the catch?

LMAO. It's because Yeowoon is here. He's giving her the fangirl moment. Yes, she better buy the meal. A good one too.

Wait. Her name has an "h" sound? The subtitles now say "Shi-a". Did I miss that before? No. I'm pretty sure that's a change in subtitles.

Yeowoon looks ticked. My guess is that he thought he was going to get to eat with Myungha alone. He wouldn't be reacting like this if he had known it'd be a fangirl moment. Yeowoon is being very terse. Yes, he seems to be a more introverted, private person. But this is what you do when you're thrown for a loop. Myungha, you really need to give us introverts a heads up for these types of situations. Especially true if you gave us false expectations and now expect us to socialize with someone we are not comfortable around.

I'm still bitter over there being no food at the company meal that I drove two hours to yesterday. Don't promise me food and then give me a non-alcoholic beer instead. Shared meals are sacred. Oh...it's probably this kind of stuff that prompted the anon's "what's with you and food" question the other day. I get it now. Sorry anon. I didn't understand what you were asking.

I'm squirreling. None of that's really relevant. Yeowoon is just upset because he expected alone time with Myungha (pretty sure on that one), and he isn't getting it.

This conversation is awkward. Si-a signals Myungha to please help. Myungha asks Yeowoon if he has any questions. "Are you two close?" I've said all along that I love how direct Yeowoon is with Myungha. If he has questions, he is going to ask them. It's admirable, but lol. He's not looking at Si-a at all. Yeowoon is grilling Myungha.

Myungha responds playfully and tries to direct the conversation back to Si-a. I actually see that as a way of trying to include her in the conversation. He was trying to create a fan moment for her after all. Si-a says they're just colleagues which Yeowoon smiles about. But then Myungha protests that designation.

Yeowoon didn't like that at all. 🤣 "Are you closer to her than you are to me?" I love that Si-a can see this is important to Yeowoon. She's giving Myungha this look that's like "You idiot. Don't you dare make my blorbo upset!"

Myungha says "I only have Yeowoon in my heart" which makes Yeowoon beam. Si-a takes the opportunity to ask for an autograph. Si-a, I know I struggled with you in earlier episodes. I'm sorry. I can respect your non-toxic, supportive fangirl side.

"What do you think of when you run?" "I imagine there's a big crocodile chasing me." Well...that would be motivation I guess. I never imagined what was behind me when I ran. I was always focused on the finish line. Different things for different people I guess.

Ok Yeowoon. Let's not manifest that energy. There are too many trucks of doom in dramaland. And I've had two of my family members hit by vehicles. They survived, but they still have side effects. My brother got hit by a car while he was INSIDE a building.

Anyways, Yeowoon is saying that the vision has changed. He now imagines that someone is waiting for him at the finish line.

Sweet. I wish I knew what his personal affection was at this point though. We're seeing the impact of Myungha's affection level changing in his mannerisms and dialogue, but has it impacted how he sees himself?

Si-a says that's romantic, and Myungha breaks eye contact and visibly shifts. Lol. He felt that one.

We cut to them walking home. Yeowoon tries to ask Myungha about Joonho again, but Myungha says that Yeowoon isn't allowed to say kiss.

We got confirmation that Yeowoon thought it was going to be the two of them. Myungha chastises him a bit saying he needs friends. That's really not the point Myungha.

Yeowoon said that he's annoyed. Myungha says "he's been rude lately". Did he drop honorifics?

Yeowoon says "I want to go play with you". My kinky brain takes that line a completely different way that intended. But he's asking him out really. I LOVE this frame. There's a blinding light of love, but it's mostly over Yeowoon. Yeowoon knows he wants to kiss Myungha. He knows he wants to spend time with Myungha 1-1. Myungha still hasn't come to that realization yet.

It's an amusement park near the sea. Myungha seems hesitant, but he says yes. Wasn't Myungha's mom near the sea? I wonder if that's part of his hesitation. Yeah, there's definitely something there. This means something more to Myungha for some reason. But he's agreeing anyway.

Well hello. 👀 She's pretty. She was hidden initially in the frame, but they've now exposed her as she's asking Si-a for help. Who is she? Is this the person returned from abroad that Kyunghoon mentioned?

We're now in a dream sequence. 100%. "Do it with me too. The kiss."

Based on the game interface, this is Myungha's dream. Fun. Realization is coming. It's a bit of a kabedon moment with the tree. I'm enjoying it, because as confident as Myungha was when he kissed Joonho, he's not confident at all here. He's flustered.

Myungha wakes up.

Yeowoon has been sending him messages. Apparently he woke up early. If you get messages from me at 4 am, it means I haven't went to bed yet. Not unusual.

Myungha has a message from an unknown number. It's referencing children's day, mother's day, and teacher's day. Myungha isn't sure who it's from though. My immediate guess is his mom. But that doesn't make sense. He hasn't had contact with his mom since he was really little.

Is it the heavenly senior? We know information about the game comes to Myungha through his phone. "But no time for me to meet you." It's reminding me of the poem I wrote for my grandfather following his suicide. It wasn't about holidays/time, but about hiking trails. That was our thing. "But no trail that brings me to you." Crap. I'm crying again. This has been a week of tears in BL land. For the record, I cry very little in real life. But I bawl like a baby watching shows. It's cathartic in some ways. I can't analyze this properly. I'm going to read things into this that aren't there. I'm sure this will become a reoccurring event. I'll wait until the next message to figure it out.

Yeowoon came to pick Myungha up, and it looks like he paid for the bus fare for both of them. Cutie. Myungha may not realize it, but Yeowoon is definitely taking him on a date.

The mural next to the bus is of the sea. I could get a better angle this time. Phone keeps translating different based on angle, but it's better than last time. Something about sacred and beautiful love. Something about a lighthouse.

I love that Yeowoon quickly says "Look at the seagulls". There were birds on the mural too. Seagulls are a trip down memory lane for me. I got handed a bone during my oral qualification exams and asked what I could tell the professors about it. It was a seagull bone.

Seagulls have so many different symbolic meanings depending on culture. I know there are a few different takes in literature. There are also a lot of different meanings for them in Native American lore. Some positive, some negative. It depends on the tribe. A lot of it has to do with their ability to navigate in a storm and overcome obstacles if I remember correctly. There might have been something about the connection between physical and spiritual realms which would be interesting given the premise of this show. Like a bridge or messenger between the two. I don't know what they typically means in S. Korea though. I'll dive into that later.

Yeowoon says he should've brought shrimp chips. They're not my favorite, but my sous chef loves shrimp chips.

Oh. We're feeding them to the seagulls? I mean, they'll eat it. It's a fun experience for the human. It probably doesn't give them the nutrients they need.

Myungha asks if Yeowoon likes the sea. Yeowoon says he likes the mountains more. I love them both, but I live closer to the mountains. I've asked my kids this question before. One chose sea. One chose mountains. One chose "Wherever Uncle Zach is". Yeah, I'm not the only one who thinks my brother is awesome.

They're planning to climb mountains. Yeowoon wants to climb "Kongryung". Based on Myungha's reaction, that must be a hard climb. Based on Yeowoon's reaction, I'm guessing it's a long one. "I'm happy to be with you." Myungha doesn't seem sure how to process that.

Yeowoon asks if Myungha has been here before.

This feels like a lie. It's going to be interesting if lying becomes a thing for Myungha. Well-intentioned lies. But lies nonetheless. It might not be a lie though. That's just my gut talking.

They're planning on going to a clam kal-guksu place. I enjoy noodle soups, but I've never had clams in any capacity. They're not very common here. I have dissected one and done an experiment on heart rate for a class though. Not important.

Apparently, Yeowoon doesn't like seafood. And Myungha slips up. He's using information from the manuscript. Yeowoon is rightfully perplexed and then amused that Myungha knows this about him.

"Sometimes it feels like you're someone that knows me."

Yeah, that's probably going to hurt when he realizes Myungha has known about him all along.

All of Yeowoon's little smiles are killing me this episode.

Yeowoon says he now understands why Myungha likes the sea. Did Myungha say he liked the sea? I don't remember that. 🤔 It could be in an earlier episode, or I could have overlooked it. If he likes the sea though - is that why we have a water sound? Yes, I'm still stuck there. My brain is still obsessing over a sound that probably isn't even what I think it is. I curse my brain sometimes.

Yeowoon says "I've come to like it too". Cut away to them sitting on the stairs in their coordinating blue/green shirts.

There is so much I could say about that closing frame, but I know that I'm out of images. Anyways, we're halfway up the stairs. We're building the relationship. We're sitting side by side. We're equal...in this moment at least. There's no railings on this part. It'd be easy to fall off the sides.

The blue/green combo I find interesting, because it's a shift. These two characters have worn a lot of black & white. What does the shift mean? Is it part of their relationship developing or the changing levels of affection?

Is this show even color coded? I'll have to think about that. Because Sangwon also wears a white undershirt. He's definitely not a "heavenly human" type. Wait...is Myungha the ONLY one wearing a different color undershirt as part of their uniform? Is he the only one in black? I guess that makes senses. He's from a "different" world after all. But why black? Actually, Yeowoon's running outfit was in black too when he had the -100 value. So Myungha isn't the only one in black. Nevermind. I was overthinking again.

This was a fun episode. I'm loving that Yeowoon is so open and direct with his feelings. Myungha isn't there yet, but he's beginning to react. Now I just need to convince my brain that it's 4 am and it needs to just let the water sound go. IS IT WATER?!?

Don't tell me. Because if it is water, that means it's important. And if it's not water, I'll eventually realize it wasn't important.

For now, I'll just distract my brain with a more pressing question - what happened to Sangwon?

#reblogging to respond #thank you so much for the insight!#i will hopefully get time for episode 5 in the next few days #love for love's sake #live reaction #and then expanded #lfls

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loving-strawberry · 2 years ago

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✶Stray Kids reacting to their s/o ignoring when she's being sexualized✶ (HCS)

Summary: You are being sexualized by people because of your body, but you're so used to this, that you simply choose to ignore that.

It was a request!

A little note: To the person who requested, if you read this, I'm really sorry for what is happening to you:( Also, I couldn't really do exactly as you asked me, because my brain is refusing to cooperate with me sometimes! But I hope you like it!

Warning: Swearing. Some comments about body parts. Mention of food and drinks. Probably some writing errors.

Genre: A bit of angst. Fluff. (I don't know other ones???)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Bang Chan☆

He was simply shocked when this happened for the first time in front of him

You two were just taking a stroll in a park, enjoying together your little time off both of you had that same day, which is a pretty rare occasion

And all of a sudden you hear some nasty and disgusting comments about your body coming from an old man

While poor Chan was feeling sick hearing that someone could say something like this in the a public space, without feeling ashamed of themselves, you simply ignored it

"My love, how could you just ignore something like that? Do you want me to go and talk to him??"

"Channie, it's ok. I'm used to it by now."

Now he's even more shocked

What do you mean used to it???

How many times did this happened???

Why didn't you told him anything yet???

He has so many questions and he feels so bad that there's not much he can do about your situation...

Lee Minho☆

This was happening as the two of you were on a date at a restaurant

And one man who was sitting at the next table, was looking intensely at your chest, even throughout your shirt

You just ignored his gross looks and focused on other things

But your boyfriend couldn't

He was pissed.

He doesn't want to accept that someone is looking at you like you're some kind of object and you to just ignore it like it's a normal thing

Even if it is normal for you, unfortunately

"You need to stand up for yourself when this happens!"

"Why? It's much more easier to just ignore them and don't show any reaction. They wouldn't understand anyway."

If you don't stand up for yourself when this happens to you, he will

And next time this happens, Minho will send deadly glares towards the people who dares sexualize you in any way

If that doesn't work, he'll go and have a little talk with them

You will need to stop him before getting his ass in trouble with JYP

Seo Changbin☆

This one takes place at the gym

You were doing some squats, and a group of men was constantly checking your butt and disgustingly smirking at each other

And of course, doing unnecessary comments

Wants to have a little talk with them part 2... Even though he's outnumbered

But stops when he sees that you don't give a flying fuck about this whole situation

"Babe, you really don't care? The way they commented about your body is unacceptable and disgusting..."

"Bin, I'm used to it. It's happening more often than you think."

Now he's all pouting, sad and disappointed with himself for not noticing sooner

And of course, disappointed with the people who can do such things

"You shouldn't be used to this, babe..."

Hwang Hyunjin☆

During one of your photoshoots for modeling, the photographer was starting to make you pose more and more sexy

Indecent actually

Like, almost Playboy style

But you just tried to brush it off

On the other hand, Hyunjin, who came along with you just to keep you company during this session, wasn't exactly happy about what just happened

He's having a pit in his stomach after all of that and you can tell he's angry

He will just tell the photographer to fuck off and takes you out of that place as fast as possible

"Hyunnie, what's wrong??"

"You're seriously asking this...? You've just been sexualized and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"It was happening so many than you could think off... I just don't care too much anymore."

Now he's furious and grossed out.

Of course Hyunjin wouldn't let you go back to the same photographer, despite your reassurances that everything is fine

And he'll search himself for someone else who to be trusted with you

Han Jisung☆

(I don't have any ideas of scenarios here🙃)

You two went out for some ice cream, and suddenly someone says something like 'I have something better for you to lick'

Han is about to go and deal with him, until you stop him

"Ji, don't waste your time with that."

"But-..."

"Just ignore him."

He's honestly confused as to how unbothered you are

Makes him question himself how many times did this happened before and never noticed

"Does... Does this happened frequently...?"

"Yeah."

"HUH?!?"

He'll start from now on to look after you and pay attention to your surroundings constantly

Lee Felix☆

You both were at a TV show when this happens and having an interview

After a while, the hosts attention is focused just on you and starts telling suggestive jokes about you

Probably to entertain who's watching the show

But you don't pay attention at all to them

Felix by now is mad.

And a little disappointed that you don't react at all about this

You know the expressions he always have when he's jealous/mad about something?

Yeah... That's how I'm imagining him right now

Moving on...

After the show is over, of course he'll start questioning you

"How could you just brush those jokes off like you being sexualized is a normal thing???"

"Because it's a normal thing, unfortunately."

"What...?"

Poor Felix, he will probably start crying after hearing this :(

Kim Seungmin☆

(Out of ideas part2)

Location for this one?

The beach.

You are wearing a one piece costume, not feeling like showing too much skin this time

But this never stopped two man to approach you

And starts make unnecessarily comments about how you should wear a bikini instead, because that's what men wants to see

Seungmin went to get you two drinks, and right when they said those gross things, he came back

He expected you to say something back to those men

But you straight up ignored them and started scrolling on your phone

Leaving Seungmin to get rid of the pests

He just fake tripped on his own feet and threw the cold drinks, with ice in them, on the men skin

Skin that probably was warm of because how much they stood in the sun

They just scattered away in the contact with the extremely cold liquids, and muttering some curses under their breaths

"I didn't know you can be so lame to not talk back in these situations."

"I talked back enough. No one listened. So I don't bother anymore."

"... I'll go grab other drinks..."

Most likely feels bad for saying that now that he knows you're struggling with this everyday

Will make sure to be the who speaks up for you next time something similar happens again

Yang Jeongin☆

I.N was doing a live, with you being somewhere in the background, laying in bed and minding your own business

You were also reading some of the comments that people had left in I.N chat, from your phone

Both of you saw a pretty nasty comment left from a "fan" about your body and how hot you looked laying like that in bed

But neither of you said anything about it

I.N didn't said anything, cuz he hopped you didn't saw it

You just ignored the comment, truth be told

Shortly after that comment was left in poor boy's chat, he ended it, feeling too sick to continue the live

"Are you ok, Innie? You look a little pale..."

"Y-Yeah... It's just... I read a comment that made me feeling unsettled."

"Oh? The one about me? I just ignored it. I've gotten even worse."

If I.N wasn't pale before, he is now

He just couldn't understand how anyone could say something like this so easily

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zevlors-tail · 3 years ago

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Their Love Languages - The Brothers

A/N: Idk if this has been done before but I wanted to give my take on this. Recently I found out my love language is gift giving and it changed my perspective on myself a bit. You can take the same quiz I took here to find out what yours is! :)

Lucifer

Words of Affirmation. He's the avatar of pride, so it's very important to him that his partner vocalizes their feelings about him as long as they truly mean what they're saying. When he's alone with you after a long day of paperwork and trouble from his brothers, there's nothing more he wants than to hear you tell him that you love him and that he can finally relax. Quality Time with you is also very important to him- please share a seat on the piano bench with him and have a glass of expensive demonus while he plays for you.

Mammon

This one might seem obvious as well, but Mammon's love language is Gift Giving! He's held onto that Harrison Porter keychain you gave him up until the very moment he decided to give it back to you for a very special reason. It doesn't matter if he's broke or rich, his first thought when he's spending money is to spend some on you. He's always keeping his eyes peeled for something he thinks you'll like, and he's equally overjoyed whenever you bring him something that reminds you of him whether it's big or small, expensive or cheap. He'll treasure it forever.

Leviathan

Quality Time is Levi's primary love language with Words of Affirmation coming in at a close second. Levi is constantly holing himself up in his room and doubting himself, so he needs some good company and gentle reassurance that you love him just the way he is. He very much enjoys gaming with you, laying on the floor next to each other watching anime together, and on rare occasions, just talking with one another while staring at his giant fish tank. He likes just being near you, even more so when you tell him your honest feelings and it's just the two of you.

Satan

Quality Time is incredibly important to Satan, but so are Acts of Service. Going to cat cafes with you and spending time reading to you out of his favorite books while you're both in bed are just some of the ways he tells you he loves you. He also likes to take care of things for you- for example, taking notes for you without being asked when you're out sick from RAD, or helping you dice veggies when it's your turn to cook. He helps with chores and remembers the little things about you without having to be asked. And in turn, he would like it very much if he was the first one you came to if you needed help with anything.

Asmodeus

Physical Touch for sure. Asmo is touchy in general, but with you it means so much more to him. Throwing an arm around you or holding your hand means more than it does for anyone else. And somehow, when you run a hand through his hair or put it on the small of his back, it's different from anyone else who might have layed a hand on him before you. With you, it feels real. It feels warm, and right, and loving. He could spend hours cuddling you or painting your nails or being held by you. And despite how much he's always getting touchy with others, Asmo is actually quite touch starved and lonely deep down. So if you reciprocate his touch and hold him close, you'll have his entire heart in the palm of your hand.

Beelzebub

Beel's love languages are both Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Similar to Mammon, he's always on the lookout for things that remind him of you when out and about. But instead of jewelry, clothes, or trinkets, he likes to gift you food and snacks. He has all your favorite foods memorized and knows whether you'll want something sweet, salty, or savory whenever you go out. He also likes to take care of things for you and loves to help you out with things whenever he can. Can't reach a shelf? He's got it covered. Need someone to open a jar? He's right there and willing. Need some advice about something? He's listening attentively. It means the world to him that you would share your food or make something just for him.

Belphegor

Another one who's love language is Quality Time. If Belphie had it his way, he would spend his whole day curled up in your lap. Just being in the same room as you is comforting to him. That's to say, Physical Touch is also a very prominent love language of his. He appreciates when you run a hand through his hair and give him a scalp massage, and in turn he'll wrap his own arms around you and snuggle up like you're his favorite pillow. For you, he'll try his best to stay awake so he can spend time together doing things you both love. Or if it's a lazy day you want, he's more than happy to do just that!

#obey me headcanons #obey me love languages #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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sanrio-gyal · 2 years ago

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Sasodei modern au hcs

College au ^^

Deidara is constantly overdressed while Sasori is wearing a hoodie and worn out jeans

They both leave passive aggressive notes instead of talking about their problems

Sasori is a major germaphobe when Deidara is sick. He will put on a gas mask, wet suit, and gloves to keep Deidara company.

Deidara is the one to never remember their anniversaries while Sasori is always two months ahead on planning.

Sasori is majoring in art and medicine

Deidara is majoring in chemistry and art

Sasori isn’t in any clubs because he takes too many classes. Deidara on the other hand is in a “protect the animals. Go vegan” club. Members include: sai, gaara, naruto (he doesn’t understand what veganism is 💀) Ino, zetsu,

Sasori tried to be a vegan for a week but quickly got annoyed.

Sasori avoids fraternities as much as possible

Deidara parties far too much. Sasori is a hermit crab who only interacts with his boyfriend for the most part

They both have a cat together. They call it their child 😩💗💗 Sasori at first wasn’t very fond of the cat but soon grew to like him

Deidara speaks to the cat and sasori is just awfully confused on why his boyfriend is meowing in the other room.

Deidara is very high maintenance and kind of a spoiled brat but sasori doesn’t really mind, he gives him what he wants to stop the whining.

They both send each other the cutest gifs and emoticons while texting even in arguments except it’ll be an angry cat

Sasori really doesn’t like when Deidara wears provocative clothes but also doesn’t want to be seen as controlling and has to deal with the fact that Dei is comfortable with his his body.

Sasori takes about ten minutes to get ready. Twenty minutes with a shower. He doesn’t want to waste time

They constantly argue if they’re not arguing that usually means there’s something wrong. A fight between them looks like (in order) -Arguing

Haughty silence

Avoiding each other

Deidara going to his old dorm (with Hidan)

Ranting towards their friends

Thinking

Realizing they both did wrong

Awkwardly apologizing (they both hate to admit they’re wrong)

Yay they made up 🤣

Btw these last like a week

Sasori buys random things that remind him of Deidara, then gives it to him. They’re like the weirdest too. He’d be in an antique shop and would buy a broken porcelain cup.

Deidara keeps every gift that Sasori gives him. He has whole shelf of teddy bears, dolls, cups 😭 and whatever else Sasori buys him

Sasori is usually big spoon cons is that Deidara elbows him a lot in his sleep

Deidara is very hard on himself and is a perfectionist often leading to panic attacks.

Sasori is very particular about how is food is put on his plate. If it’s touching he won’t eat. Deidara always makes sure that sasori’s food is perfect before serving it to him (cuz ya know he’s in love)

Deidara has a fourty minute long skin care routine

Sasori: babe hurry up and come to bed

Deidara: I’m coming. Just let me wash my face

Sasori expecting Deidara to take five minutes

Deidara washing his face, plucking eyebrows, extracting black heads, exfoliating, putting on a moisturizing face mask, using a jade roller, hydrating lip mask, eye mask for eye bags, lotion, rose water spritz, eyelash serum…boom finish

Deidara: alright I’m ready

Sasori: *snoring*

Deidara: ….

They actually did break up once and both were extremely heartbroken. Sasori poured himself more into his studies and excluded himself. Deidara cried a lot then quickly got over it to distract himself. He tried to date but no one could compare to Sasori.

Deidara doesn’t take being told what to do unless Sasori says so…the he becomes obedient

Sasori likes his room frigid while Deidara likes his warm.

Sasori is a light sleeper while Deidara is a very deep sleeper and takes a while for him to wake up.

Deidara is very much a person who needs love and affection 24/7 Sasori on the other hand hates affection. Deidara is all over Sasori. Kisses, hugs, etc while Sasori dies on the inside. In the beginning of the relationship Sasori was sweating bullets because he didn’t want to be mean to his boyfriend but was also uncomfortable. Later he became used to it lol but he did have to tell Deidara to stop being so touchy all the time.

Sasori has a lot health issues and Deidara has to remind him for medication and doctor appointments and is very protective of him

Deidara eats a crazy amount of food and usually eats whatever sasori can’t finish

They both think they’re the cutest things to ever exist

Sasori has an obsession with Deidara’s hair, so when he chopped it off…he was heartbroken

Deidara is constantly making sex jokes while Sasori so clueless

They both love gardening and nature except sasori is very sensitive in the sun so he’s in a full suit covering his skin 🤣

Animal crossing is their favorite game. They constantly go go each others islands. Ya know cute stuff

There was a moment of time when Deidara was afraid to let sasori see him without makeup but eventually got comfortable to do so. (Sasori didn’t even notice 😭) sasori thinks he’s cute with and without

Sasori is a diligent worker vs Deidara who panics because he does everything last minute

Sasori isn’t known for being affectionate but occasionally he’ll cuddle up beside Deidara or hug him

Deidara trusts sasori’s judgement the most.

They’re young and very much in love 🥺🤭

#sasodei #Sasori x Deidara #text post #akatsuki text posts #Akatsuki #headcanon #college au

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whysojiminimnida · 4 years ago

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Hi-ee! So, first off, love your blog, love your hashtags and Kevin from Itaewon stories. 😄 Second, I am a Jikooker (Minkooker?) through and through. I don’t believe there is a possibility for any other couple in the group aside from them. And people are probably gonna hate me for being ‘insecure’ after that Vminkook live, butttt, here goes.

If they really were boyfriends (who live together, which I’ve mostly believed (til now??)), isn’t it weird for JM to make note of the fact that JK has been showing up to his room constantly including late at night and also that he just laid on the bed for two hours doing nothing? Like, if that was your boyfriend, especially a live-in bf, that seems like an odd thing to remark on, no? I feel like that would be their usual and assumed behaviour and if JK was sneaking in at 2am for sexy times, why would JM put it out there? Unless he was just teasing JK or trying to shut up antis by saying ‘listen, this guy you think hates me is obsessed with me (because we married but I can’t tell you that part), so leave us alone.’ ??

Whatever their relationship is, it’s obviously beyond close, but this made me question whether it is a full on committed relationship. What do you think?

I will add to this that I also think that JK probably sent JM to Tae’s room first because he did not want to go do that vlive with just Tae. Not any shade to Tae, just him not wanting to feed into that bullshit in any way.

Hi anon!

Listen, I’m not taking up residence in their boxers or anything but I waited until I could watch all three parts of the Live with translations so I could formulate a fair opinion about this.

One thing I'd like to point out: at work they are keeping things chill for the sake of the semi-public to avoid info leaks. Having separate rooms on tour is cheap enough to be a no brainer for the company. But really? We know they’ve been slipping each other room keys for years. I'm sure they do have a special knock but it's in case one of them leaves his key in there.

I mean Jimin already grabbed JeiKei to let him into his own room during Hobi’s birthday Live how long ago? This is not new operating procedure. Rent two rooms, kinda sorta stay in them. It does help keep things semi-professional. Which is not a bad thing when you work with your partner.

On a Human Resources note it also gives them private space in case of a need for that - not just if they had a fight, but what if one of them gets sick or injured? What if one is jet-lagged and the other isn't? They're being treated the same as any other member by having their own rooms. How often they stay in them is their business.

The rest of those Lives was one long improv skit I swear. It’s not that they think we’re stupid - it’s that they know that there are walls on that golden closet they live in. Tae showed zero surprise that "we" hadn't showered and "we" work out together every day and "we" shared a chicken and "we' fall asleep every night laughing [together]. Nobody blinked because it's normal. Just another Monday at the Jeon-Park household. Taehyung didn't bat an eye at patting Jimin's leg - not his own leg, mind you, but Jimin's - for Jungkookie to have a seat. That JK didn't was more out of his constant vigilance for Jimin's face in full view of the camera than anything else. I mean did you see him readjust that thing so Jiminie looked centered? He does it every dang time.

I actually think that the maknae line had decided they'd do a Live together. These things do get discussed. Now, JeiKei may not have immediately been down for it but once Jimin was in, he was in. I agree that he was not going to be doing a Taekook Live without Jiminie. That was not gonna happen. His face when he read some of the Taekook comments was NOT happy. None of them were happy. They were just too professional to say anything onscreen.

But at the end of the Lives we should all know that Jungkook and Jimin are indeed a couple. They spend all their time together. They finish each other's thoughts. They have inside jokes we don't get. They touch each other intimately but casually because they do it all the time. And they both wanted us to know that.

#anon #ask #that vlive #minggukkie supremacy #vminkook live #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #must be monday at the jeon park household #some folks about to make bts mad

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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me.

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in.

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there.

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy.

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise.

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was.

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy.

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now.

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what.

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup.

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another.

——

It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you.

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent.

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t.

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale.

——

You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you.

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries.

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared.

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper.

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

----

The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home.

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance.

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell.

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious.

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.”

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat.

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case.

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you.

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times.

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm.

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall.

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat.

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…”

You nodded again.

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly.

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted.

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!”

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement.

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less.

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless.

You finally won.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #dark!reader #ransom drysdale x dark!reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom thrombey x you #knives out #knives out fanfic #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

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delu-jean · 4 years ago

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Erwin x reader based on attack on caste, could you make reader like one of his crew worker friend tysm 💌

𝐌𝐫. 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

(Erwin x fem!/reader) -> fluff -> 1.9k

Request: Erwin x reader based on attack on caste, could you make reader like one of his crew worker friend tysm 💌

Notes: I haven't read it, but saw a brief summary on the separate au! Since I had quite the freedom, this is a confession scenario and the reader is a teacher! Thanks for the request, and hope it's to your liking. ^^

Erwin was the History teacher. That being said, you were the English teacher, only two rooms away from his. Levi and Hange had always known you had quite the crush on him. Hange would constantly tease you about it, and surprisingly, Levi would use it as blackmail (he used it only when you refused to buy him new cleaning supplies). That being said, your bank account was not doing the best. He had you constantly on your toes since you didn’t want Erwin knowing about how you felt...well...not yet at least. You wanted to do things when you felt it was right, although...you never knew if that time would come.

English was something you liked teaching, and since Erwin had a liking for literature (and history of course), you’d take advantage of that every now and then. You see, Erwin wouldn’t approach you, rather, you did with books and all different types of topics. Hoping that you could extend your time together. Your conversations were rather...interesting. He took his pride and joy into your talks, expressing how much he loved your variety. And you would constantly talk about how extraordinary his taste was.

Each time you brought a new book and obtained his praise, it made you blush. You couldn’t help but feel so smitten for someone like Erwin. Perfect in every aspect, your co-worker, and a very kind person in general. Though you thought that, it seemed others thought differently.

“Miss. L/n, why do you even like Mr. Smith? I mean, he’s so generic and boring in my opinion. Wouldn’t you rather go out with a guy like me?” Jean snickered as you shook your head.

“Jean, that’s none of your business. Plus, who said I had such inappropriate feelings for Mr. Smith?”

“Miss, sorry to inform you, but Jean does have a point-” you then looked at Eren in a defensive way.

“Not in that way...it’s just that, it’s obvious you like him,” Jean then followed after Eren spoke:

“Yeah, you’re constantly approaching him and well...he kind of doesn’t-”

“Shut up Jean!” Annie threw her bag at him.

“You don’t have to be such an ass. None of the girls think it’s cute”

“Shut up Annie!”

“H-hey, let’s calm down-”

“Armin, you too! Be quiet!”

“Enough. All of you in your seats right now,” you hallared and the students did as told. Though you hated to admit, those little kids did have a point. You always came after Erwin, and he, never after you. He probably saw you as a friend if anything. Just someone he could casually talk to when it came to english...nothing else. Though Hange had thought differently, if Levi didn’t say anything...your hunch was probably right. Speaking of Heichou, he surprisingly flung the door after all of the commotion.

“Oi, shut up brats.”

“Janitor Levi!” They all sat in silence since they were scared of him (given the intimidating look).

“You know what, I’m sick and tired of this. I’ve been waiting for one of you idiots to actually do something.”

“Mr. Ackerman, that’s absurd-”

“No it’s not. Let’s go, all of us now. If he rejects you, then too bad. And if he accepts you...well that’ll be disgusting but it’ll get out of my way.”

“I’m still in the middle of receding Shakspere-”

Hange would come in with her lab coat drenched in some kind of liquid. You wouldn’t question though, since it was probably something harmful. You didn’t need her to lose her job, plus, you enjoyed her company quite a lot.

“C’mon Y/n! He totally likes you-” Jean would snort, causing Eren to punch his shoulder.

“Well...as I was saying, he obviously does! Come on! Do you really want to be that one depressed English teacher who’s single till her 70’s?”

“And what if I do?” you questioned.

“ Well I know you don’t, so let’s get going!”

Hange would drag you to Erwin. The students followed, and Levi trailed behind. He made sure that most of the crowd was under control, and that he could see the deed was done himself (from afar of course). You guys looked like a kindergarten line awaiting to go outside. Jean and Eren fought here and there, but other than that, everyone else was quiet. Waiting for what was yet to come.

Hange smacked open the door and yelled

“ERWINNNNNNNNN! I’VE GOT A SPECIAL SURPRISE FOR YOU!”

“Hange...please don’t-”

“Oh, what is it Y/n?” The philosopher was putting a book away. He looked very handsome while doing so, and Hange could tell that’s how you were thinking.

“Oh, that’s right”

Hange then pushed you into the classroom, and forced everyone away as you sat utterly speechless. She smirked, winked, and did almost every teasing gesture she could. Erwin sat fixated on you, wondering what surprise was going to be given...and ohoho, was he really in for one.

Erwin then walked closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. You jumped a bit at the sudden motion, but tried keeping calm. Your heart raced as he then said:

“Hange, what is the matter at hand about? I have to prepare for my next class, and quite frankly, this is time consuming.”

‘Time consuming?...’ you sulked a bit disappointed.

“Okay okay, so I won’t be delivering it...but instead Y/n will!! You two have fun, and I’ll come check up on the both of you later!” she then slammed the door and he removed his hand from you.

“I’m sorry Miss. L/n, I didn’t realize it was you who had something to show me.”

“N-no, don’t be. Mr. Smith, if you’re busy I won’t bother you and will be on my way-”

“I’m not busy…” he muttered as he leaned on his desk.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you asked, trying to see if what you heard was right. He then approached closer, now both of you face to face (with a gap because of your height difference). He crossed his arms, and you watched as his eyes darted at yours.

He seemed to be genuine with what he said, and you could tell by the way his eyes had softened. He looked very gentle and cautious. Maybe this had to do with the fact that you were such a doubtful/uncertain person...or that he didn’t want to hurt your feelings? You weren’t sure what to conclude, and because of that, asked:

“But then, what you said to Miss. Hange-”

“I meant what I said to her. I’m too busy to deal with whatever nonsense she has to show me. Though she does show interesting things, as of right now, I really do have a class to prepare for,” you then bit your cheek, looking away as he continued.

“But, I’m never too busy for you. If you have another novel to share, I’d love to hear about it. I’ve always got time to make for you, and even if I don’t in the moment, I will try my best afterwards,” your cheeks flushed as he smiled. Such an earnest gentleman giving you such gestures, made you melt. You then watched as he grabbed your hand, making you immediately look at him.

“Haha, I was hoping that would work. Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me, Miss. L/n?”

“That I...I um...that that…” you inhaled deeply trying to think straight. It was now or never, and if he rejected you, at least you would be able to move on. Though it might’ve been awkward, at least he would’ve been honest, and you as well.

“Mr. Smith...no, I mean...Erwin Smith,” he seemed shocked as you called his name. You’ve never said it infront of him which he found quite alluring. Though he thought that, seeing his sudden change in reaction, you thought you stepped over a boundary.

“Oh, I’m sorry-”

“No no, you’re more than welcome to call me that. So continue, Y/n.”

“Oh, okay. Erwin...I, I like you. I’ve liked you for a while now and have wanted to tell you...but I was a little scared.”

“What were you scared of?”

“Well...that things would get awkward for us as co-workers-”

“Why would things get awkward?” his tone was sharp as he asked you, seeming as if you were in the middle of an interrogation.

“W-well, since you would’ve rejected me-”

“Who said I would?” he locked his gaze into yours, noticing how fearful you seemed. He then straightened himself, and then squeezed your palm. Ever so soft did the notion feel, as he then stated:

“Y/n...I like you a lot as well. From the first moment I saw you, I was dazed by your presence. You were just so...beautiful...both physically, and well...in general,” you looked at him, now feeling as if he was surprising you. Though Erwin had such a way with words, you never thought he would express them this way...especially to you.

“The way you lit up any room, how you adorably approached me with good taste in texts, and how you’ve made sure to make your students the best they can be. Those few factors made me really look up to you. You give yourself less credit than you deserve, and I hope that after hearing that...well...you try differently,” he then intertwined his hand with yours. His fingers laced tightly, as yours dangeld gently.

“But...why did you never approach me?...If you felt like this, why didn’t you do things first?”

“One being that we need to act professional during school hours. Though I felt like this, I still needed to set some boundaries being that you are also my co-worker, and fellow teacher. Two being that I wanted to see you try yourself. Though you do seem to let yourself down, watching as you approached me, and did your best when doing so...made me glad that you were pushing yourself to keep on going.”

“Also...I got to know a lot about you during our conversations...and secretly wanted to keep on enjoying them without the pressure of my feelings.”

“I see…” you then watched as he pecked your hand, it almost felt as if the motion had come out of a fairy tale, one you’d never think you’d be in. The scene in front of you had you thinking about a happily ever after, one that you would like. Though you wouldn’t know how it would end, you did however know how it would start. This just being the beginning.

“Y/n...would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“Yes, of course...Erwin,” you’d grin to then hear a commotion swarm into the classroom.

“HAHA THEY DID IT! SEE Y/N, WHAT DID I SAY!?”

“Oi, shut up four eyes. I got the train moving, so where’s my credit?”

“Wait, she actually went for him?-”

“Shut up horse face, no one cares about your opinion-”

“Eren you son of a-”

“Students, I know what you’ve just watched might’ve been...not shocking but rather, nice? Regardless, it’s time for you to get ready for history. Get your materials ready, and we can start.”

“Yes Mr. Smith,” they said in unison heading towards your class (to collect their materials). He then swooped you in, and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“See you later, don’t spend too much time reciting books.”

“I won’t Mr. Smith,” he then eyed for you to chuckle as his reaction.

“You are the history teacher, no?”

“Yes but...I’m Erwin to you, Erwin Smith,” he grinned as you stepped out the door.

“Alright alright, I’ll see you later...Erwin.”

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midnightsconspiracy · 4 years ago

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Out Of The Blue

Out of the Blue - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: After experiencing a hard day at work, your boyfriend decides to treat you to some of your favourite things. Although he may or may not have another surprise in store for you

Warnings: Non-Major Character Death

Word Count: 1683

Requested: Yes!

'What about one in which one of them had a horrible day at work and the other found out and decided to prepare a little surprise to make the day better? Just fluffy thing?'

A/N: Keep sending in your requests whilst my inbox is open and drop me a message if you're bored, id love to talk to some of you about Chicago PD, Med or Fire!! :)

Masterlist

Working at Chicago Med was stressful, to say the least. Every day was filled with what felt like hundreds of patients, running around to make sure you were taking care of them to the best of your ability. For the most part being an ED doctor with fulfilling, seeing people come in sick and come out good as new. But other times it was draining, either from being swept off your feet every minute of the day or doing all that you could for a person and it still not being enough. That was what had happened today.

You were content as you entered the ED that morning, having spent the night at your boyfriend’s. Everything about your relationship was absolutely perfect, with everyone around you noticing your positive change of mood since getting together with Hank. Walking towards the nurse's station to log into a computer, Maggie and April came over to greet you, both commenting on the large grin that plastered your face.

“Someones happy,” April teased, watching your cheeks glow, as you looked down in mock embarrassment.

“Couldn’t have anything to do with the Sergeant boyfriend of yours could it?” Maggie lowered her head as well, trying to catch your eyes to find the truth within them. Opening your mouth to reply, you were interrupted by an incoming patient being wheeled on a gurney, the paramedics beside it holding a grim look on their faces.

The patient turned out to be a six-year old girl, she had suffered severe trauma to multiple areas of her body, including broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a mild concussion. You immediately took the case, being the only ED doctor available at the moment, but also specialising in paediatrics alongside Dr Manning. Looking the girl over, you noted each of her injures, seeing it was consistent with a severe car accident, and proceeding to insert a needle into her lung to allow it to re-inflate, before sending her upstairs to the OR for surgery. To an adult, the injuries wouldn’t have been fatal, but for a girl this size, the extent of the trauma didn’t bode well for her chances of survival. Praying for her as she was wheeled up to surgery, you felt a tear come to your eye, hoping that this little girl would actually be able to live her life to the fullest. An hour had passed and you still hadn’t heard any news on the little girl, so instead of dwelling on it, you busied your mind, taking any patients Maggie would give you, from a broken leg to a baby with a fever. But finally, as you were leaving a low-level emergency case, your pager buzzed, signalling you to the PICU, nodding to Maggie on the way up, knowing it would be the girl who had just come out of surgery. Speaking to her surgeon, you waited for her anaesthetic to wear off, knowing it wouldn’t be too long because of the low dosage she was given. It seemed as though she had no family with her, either injured or dead from the car wreck and so you sat by her bed, not wanting her to be alone when she finally woke up.

As she woke, you held her hand, introducing yourself, trying to make her as comfortable as you could. You spoke to her for a long time, completely forgetting about your other duties downstairs, instead, trying to make her laugh, telling stories and attempting to get her to recall the events that had happened earlier that day. Building trust was important to you, knowing she would need someone who she was happy with before all the other doctors and DCFS got involved. But time got cut short as your pager once again demanded you downstairs to deal with another patient. Quickly saying goodbye, you dashed downstairs to deal a man with a GSW to the abdomen. Checking his wound thoroughly, you tended to it before sending him to specialists upstairs. Content with the job you had done, you continued with your work in the ED.

After your shift had finished, you headed upstairs to say a final goodnight to the girl, bringing a small teddy with you that you had purchased in the gift shop, hoping it would keep her company overnight before you returned the next day. But as you walked towards her room something didn’t seem right. The lights were turned off, the bed empty. Maybe she had just been moved to a different room or ward, you thought to yourself, knowing there was probably a good explanation for this. Turning towards the nurse on duty behind the desk, you questioned her on the whereabouts of your new friend.

“Didn’t you hear? She coded and was pronounced dead an hour ago. Sorry Doctor Y/LN, I thought someone would have told you already.” Staring at the women, your mouth dropped open, stumbling backwards a bit to brace yourself on the doorway behind. Tears fell from your eyes, why would the universe allow an innocent young child to be taken so earlier in their life? Moving back downstairs you felt numb, just wanting this tragic day to be over. You texted Hank telling him you were on your way back and that you had the most horrible day, not going into any details on how or why.

Unbeknownst to you, Hank was already preparing your favourite meals, as he knew you were already getting increasingly stressed at work when your text came in. He felt bad for you, knowing the type of tragedies you saw daily, experiencing similar in his line of work, completely aware of the repercussions people felt being surrounded by death constantly. On top of making dinner for you, your text had prompted him to drove to the store in order to go above and beyond to try and boost your mood, buying things he knew would make your day better. Returning home he had about ten minutes before you would be back to try and set everything up, rushing about the house making sure every individual detail was perfect for your return. The table was prepared beautifully, accessorised with fancy silverware and candles, that were flickering slowly, ready and waiting to provide you with a romantic dinner. He had bought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, already placed in a vase of water so you wouldn’t have to deal with the fuss of it on your arrival, and rose petals scattered along the floor in the direction of the table to add an extra romantic touch. Finally, he had one more surprise for you, hidden away in his back pocket, one that was guaranteed to make you smile.

Pulling into the driveway you exited your car, noting the darkness within the house, uncommon for this time of night and the fact that Hank had said he would be in all evening. Opening the door you called out to him, hoping that he hadn’t been pulled into another case, spending the night in his office once again. But as you took off your coat to place it on the hook you noticed the flowers on the table, to be specific your favourite flowers. You called out to him again, hoping he would appear to explain what was happening. Looking up, he stood in the doorway, a slight smile on his face, as you finally looked round properly noticing the rose petals, candles and your favourite food on the table.

“You did this all for me?” You asked.

“Of course I did sweetheart, I know you’ve had it hard at work recently so I wanted to surprised you with some of your favourite things.” To most peoples surprise, Hank was a true romantic at heart despite the cold exterior he held, just wanting to pamper you and treat you like the queen you were. Whether that be buying you your favourite sweets or complimenting you whenever possible, he did everything in his power to make sure you were happy.

Leading you towards the dinner table, you both sat down, quickly making conversation about everything, except work, that being an unspoken rule between you. Conversation flowed easily, both of you just happy to be in the presence of each other once more. Dinner had been polished off, with Hank fetching the dessert from the fridge after as you uttered the millionth ‘thank you’ to him. You both tucked in, moaning at the flavour that tasted like heaven after the day you had had. Looking up you noticed your boyfriend's demeanour had changed, no longer joyful but instead nervous, staring at his hands in his lap.

“What’s wrong Hank?” You asked, worried you had done something to set off this mood change. Instead of replying he lifted his hands from his lap onto the table along with a velvet box, slowly opening it to reveal a ring.

“Y/N, I know we haven’t been together that long and we haven’t discussed this that much but I’m getting old, and whilst I was thinking about that, I realised you really are it for. I can't even imagine myself with someone else or not spending the rest of my days with you. So Y/N Y/LN will you marry me?” Tears pricked your eyes, never in a million years would you have expected this, but instead of being angry about it, you couldn’t think of anything you wanted more.

“Only if you do it properly and get down on one knee,” you countered, watching as he got off his chair and onto one knee.

“So will you?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed throwing yourself into his arms.

As the evening winded down, you laid in Hank's arms on your shared bed thinking about everything life had given you. You couldn’t have met anyone as perfect as the man beside you. The man you would spend the rest of your life with, bear children with and grow old with. So as you drifted off to sleep, you pictured the little girl, hoping she was in heaven looking down on your life and smiling

#hank voight x reader #hank voight #hank voight imagines #chicago pd #chicago pd imagines #chicago pd x reader #one chicago

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kinncman · 5 years ago

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A LIST OF PLOTLESS TOWN RP-FRIENDLY CHARACTER IDEAS & CONNECTIONS INSPIRED BY MOVIES! (PART 1)

click here for part two.

i collected a couple of plot ideas from some of the movies i thought had interesting stories or characters that i hope can help you with your applications / character connections. please note that a lot of these are, by no means, the actual plots of the films and are only inspired by them. i’ve taken the liberty of making a couple of edits for them to be ‘plotless town rp-friendly’. also, i would’ve separated them by category (platonic, romantic, familial, etc.) but tbh a lot of these can be taken in any way so feel free to put your own spin on them, too, or even make combinations!

trigger warnings: nothing too specific, but there are light mentions of death, road accident, infidelity, illness, injury, drug addiction.

now, without further ado:

BAY OF ANGELS // muse a met muse b on a vacation several years ago, brought together because they were both from the same home country and realized that they were traveling to run away from something. muse a came to learn that this wasn’t muse b’s first rodeo, and where this was the first time that muse a had tried to run away from their problems, muse b had been running for most of their life. muse b initially wished to emulate the same free-spirited, high-risk-high-reward principles that muse a lived by. however, muse b started to display totally erratic behavior that prompted muse a to question whether they were making the right choices. eventually, they went home. jump to present day where they meet again in their home country— muse b has toned down somewhat due to a traumatic event (a hard lesson to learn for them) meanwhile, muse a’s life remains the same cycle of events they can’t seem to break free from.

CLEO FROM 5 TO 7 // muse a suspects they are sick but refuses to go to the doctor to have it checked. most of their days are plagued with this feeling of doom enshrouding them, causing them to have a general distaste for life. they meet muse b who has profoundly positive disposition towards life. their company helps muse a to come to terms with the fact that perhaps their illness is something they should deal with. with muse b’s help, muse a starts to find meaning in death.

HAPPY OLD YEAR // muse a left town / the country for college, leaving behind all their friends and family, cutting all ties in a heartbeat, only to come back several years later a completely changed person who subscribes to the idea of minimalism and wants to get rid of all the clutter in their life, material or otherwise. this brings them to reconnect with muse b (and a variety of other muses if the mun wishes) when they find their old belongings and return them in order to be ‘minimalist’ and get rid of all the garbage in their home, which means getting rid of memories, too. however, muse b, who has now moved on from muse a and is with someone else, isn’t too pleased with having muse a back in their life. muse a is desperate to find the closure that muse b isn’t giving them, primarily because muse b knows that muse a is after starting over on a clean slate only to clear their conscience and not to make amends.

YI-YI: A ONE AND A TWO // muse a and muse b were each other’s first and greatest loves but are currently married to other people. when they are reunited through a chance encounter, they decide that it’s better to have each other in their lives as friends than not at all. they realize they still do have feelings for each other but because of their spouses, know that they can never be anything else other than friends. thus begins a journey of trying to bring their old selves back into the light as new people.

MIKEY AND NICKY // muse a and muse b are best friends since childhood. muse a is neurotic, childish, and wildly impulsive, and often has to depend on muse b to get them out of trouble only to show very little gratitude for it, much to muse b’s chagrin. in fact, muse b often finds themself thrown under the bus in muse a’s favor, though it’s not entirely muse a’s fault: muse b is an enabler. however, muse b can’t quite seem to quit muse a (either because they love the feeling of being needed and there’s no one who needs them more than muse a or maybe they’ve been in love with muse a since childhood— or both) until a certain event causes muse b to question whether they are healthy for each other at all.

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE // muse a and muse b are neighbors, both living with their significant others. both muse a and muse b often see each other in the hallways or share an elevator up to their apartment when they come home from work. maybe they even carpool sometimes. however, they spare very little in the way of words until one day, muse a breaks down while drunk and admits that they think their partner is cheating on them. in an attempt to comfort them, muse b reveals that they think the same thing of their own partner. desperate for answers, they conduct an investigation until they realize that their partners are cheating on them with each other. muse a and muse b become each other’s support system, as they try to coach each other through an impending breakup all the while realizing that they might be developing feelings for each other and must now choose between indulging their feelings or deny themselves the hypocrisy.

TAKE THIS WALTZ // muse a meets muse b on a trip out of town and they instantly connect. they share the same flight back home and even a cab ride from the airport. however, they soon realize that muse b is muse a’s new neighbor, which makes things plenty awkward considering how a) they’ve been borderline flirty the whole time and b) muse a is married to someone who they now consider to be far less interesting in comparison to muse b. regardless, once they’ve recognized a mutual attraction with each other, muse a demands for muse b to keep their distance, only to keep running into each other everywhere, much to muse a’s chagrin.

LAST LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE // muse a is witness to a terrible road accident involving a pedestrian. muse a takes the pedestrian and their sibling, muse b to the hospital where muse b’s sibling is declared dead on arrival. despite being total strangers, muse a stays with muse b through the entire process. eventually, muse a takes muse b home but muse a refuses to let muse b leave, claiming they don’t want to be left alone in the house that they previously shared with their now deceased sibling. having money troubles of their own and on the brink of an eviction, muse a ends up staying with muse b not just for the night but for the week until they get comfortable enough with each other that muse b invites muse a to officially live with them to help with their financial problems, but mostly because they don’t know how to handle their grief alone.

THE FALL // muse a is in an outpatient physical rehabilitation facility after suffering from a near-fatal injury when they meet muse b. the pair are polar opposites in terms of their attitudes towards recovery: where muse a is more hopeful, muse b only throws pity parties for themself considering that this injury might prevent them from fully getting back to doing what they love. despite this, the two form an unlikely bond where muse b is completely enthralled with muse a, who tells them stories about their travels and their career and all the amazing things they’ve done, without realizing until they’re in too deep that they are all fabricated versions of the truth and muse b falls for every single one of them. what started as little white lies becomes a source of anxiety for muse a when the lies just get bigger and bigger.

COLUMBUS // muse a is a young, aspiring [insert career here] but to pursue this passion, they must leave their hometown, which they have constantly been refusing to do despite the numerous opportunities having been presented to them on account of the fear that no one else is going to take care of their mother (who, in the movie, is a recovering drug addict but it can be for any reason or relative in this case). muse b’s father is a well-known [insert career that muse a wants here] and is in town to hold a lecture/exhibit/performance/etc etc depending on the career, but then he suffers from a stroke. muse b, despite being estranged from their father for having been scrutinized by the man for most of their life, is forced to come to town and take care of him being their closest living relative. they meet muse a by chance, only to learn shortly after that they are a huge fan of muse b’s parent’s work. having spent their whole life in this town, muse a becomes muse b’s tour guide of sorts, while inadvertently helping each other come to terms with their relationship with their parents and how they can be kinder to themselves.

SECRET SUNSHINE // after their spouse’s passing, muse a moves from the big city to their spouse’s much, much smaller hometown so they can raise their child there. they meet all of the important figures of their spouse’s childhood including muse b, a local shopkeeper and an old friend of their spouse’s, who, despite muse a’s reluctance, helps them adjust to small town life. the pair eventually closer to each other and muse a to their spouse as they find out more about who they were before they met.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU // (originally lgbtqia+ and written about older characters with grown children, but make of this plot what u will, tbh) muse a and muse b are best friends. both married, both with grown kids. muse a’s spouse died a long time ago so they’ve had plenty of time to help muse b take care of their spouse in the couple of months leading to that spouse’s death. in the process, the pair have grown intimate (with muse b’s spouse’s knowledge— in fact, they encouraged muse a to ‘take care’ of muse b in the event of their passing and wouldn’t trust anyone else to do so) but haven’t told their families yet in fear of what they might think of them given their age and how they’re basically uncles/aunts to each other’s children.

#rpc #rph #rp help #writing help #plot ideas #inspo #*

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