#chinese actor drabble

[cheolism]

how is jun and his lovely roommate/love of his life doing 🥺🥺

drabble sequel to good things from bad days

but can be read alone!!

1k words

genre: romance, fluff, adoration and love. marriage proposal gone wrong!!! sunshine! junnie x grumpy! reader

notes/warnings: marriage is insinuated. a cat is on the counter but jun is going to wipe it after, i promise. couple banter. you have two cats named after the roly poly by t-ara.

Jun rushed about the kitchen, never staying in one place for more than a second. Time was his master, he the servant. He had tried to delay you by asking you to go to the little Chinese restaurant the two of you frequented, the one you've been going to for eight years, the one he stopped at on that fateful night where you drunkenly confessed your love.

You had sighed, but agreed. He knew you would. Jun knew that every sigh, eye roll and scoff was just a layer of you, and that beneath that layer was the person he loved with all his heart. Your grumpiness was just another part of you for him to love.

He spun around, aiming for the silverware cabinet. Roly, however, had tucked herself right behind his feet. Jun cursed loudly, pitching forward and bracing himself against the opposite counter in an attempt to catch himself without injuring the cat.

Roly just peered up at him, amber eyes watching him as if to say really?

Jun used his foot to slide Rollie down the wooden floor of the kitchen, ignoring how she promptly turned around to swat at his ankle. He went back to the silverware drawer, withdrawing two pairs of chopsticks.

Jun grabbed yours, wooden ones he had purchased at a farmer's market with little pink flowers carved into the thick handles. He then, slowly, carefully, as if he was handling his heart with his bare hands -- and he was -- reached into his pocket and withdrew the ring.

He took a moment to appreciate it. It was in a vintage style with a thin golden band and a jade jewel surrounded by a golden face. It was elegant and simple, and Jun wondered how such a tiny thing could hold so much gravity.

Jun then slipped the ring around the chopsticks. He wrapped them in a napkin before doing the same with his own so you wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Okay, girls," Jun murmured, trying to swallow his nerves. "Just act cool. There's nothing going on. Absolutely nothing."

Roly and Poly just blinked at him from where they sat on the floor.

Jun set the napkin-covered-chopsticks on the bar just in time for the front door to open. He turned his back to the bar, placing a wide smile on his face and hoping his past as a child-actor was coming in handy.

You were huffing as you carried in the food alongside your work bag. Jun hurried forward, taking the food from you and swooping down to press a kiss to your nose. "Hello, darling!"

"Junnie," you murmured back, angling your face towards him. Jun took your silent request and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. You hummed, nodding, as if he had gotten an answer right on a quiz he didn't know he was taking.

"How was the drive?"

You scoffed, setting your bag on the couch. As soon as she heard you, Poly came running from around the kitchen bar. She let out a high-pitched "mrrp" as she did so, intent on reaching you.

Jun felt his heart swell as you reached down and grabbed Poly, bringing the long-haired cat into your arms. Poly was remarkably shy, even for a cat. It had taken her two months to get used to the two of you, and even now she continued to be hesitant around Jun. But you? She adored you.

Just like Jun.

He crossed back to the kitchen, setting the food onto the bar. Jun listened to you chatter to Poly, adoration dripping from your every word. He ignored Roly as she jumped onto the bar, grabbing the wet wipes the two of you kept in the kitchen for this exact reason.

"Why don't you love me like you love Poly?" Jun dramatically sighed, taking out two glasses from your cupboards.

You walked towards the kitchen, pressing kisses to Poly's head. "It's because she's so cute! Yes! My Poly girl is so! Cute!"

"And your Junnie boy isn't?"

You pressed one last kiss to her forehead, pausing and looking up at him over the rim of your glasses. "I guess."

"You guess?"

Jun set both glasses onto the counter, letting his jaw drop in false shock. "I can't believe I signed the lease to this house with you! I make your meals! I make sure you're well-fed and showered! I take out the trash! And for what? A cat to replace me?"

You cooed at Poly one last time before setting her on the floor. Then you crossed into the kitchen, opening your arms and winding them around Jun's middle. You pressed yourself to him, burying your face into his chest and pressing a kiss over his heart.

"A cat can never replace you," you mumbled. "She can't brush my hair like you do."

Jun laughed, pushing you away. "You jerk!"

Your answering giggle was soft and quiet, as it always tended to be. Jun had a sixth sense for your laughter, however, and mentally recorded it and tucked it deep into his heart.

He can't wait to marry you.

Jun turned his back to the bar, picking up a glass. He went to the freezer, shoving it underneath the ice machine.

Then you gasped, loud and cutting through the serenity. "Roly!"

Jun spun around just in time to see Roly batting your chopsticks, still covered in the napkin, off of the counter. She watched, content with her chaos, as Jun sprinted around the bar, panic so thick that he was drowning in it.

You were already bending over, bypassing the chopsticks and napkin. He watched as your fingers found the ring on the ground, enclosing around it. You straightened, quiet, opening your palm and staring down.

You were always so good at hiding your expressions. You weren't like Hansol, who wore his heart on his sleeve. Your face was stern, almost, considering, as you held the ring up to the light.

But then you turned your face towards Jun, and he could see the tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"Junnie? Do you have something to ask me?"

[queennai714]

Random hcs I have because I may be cringe but I'm free part 14 (Ninjago)

Seemingly everyone: *drops 3 paragraph long post defending/explaining their 'Kai and Nya are chinese/chinese coded' hc with evidence, solid logic, story implications, and the all-powerful "its just my hc tho" as a buffer*

Me: ....

Me: His voice actor knows Mandarin

Seriously though, that one little tidbit of info led to possibly my favorite ninjago hc ever, and I'm just DYING that so many people put so much more thought into this and now I have extra support for my random brain activities.

Oh yeah, I hc that Mandarin is the native language of Ignacia (and that Ignacia is just very chinese-inspired in general), and Kai and his parents are fluent, while Nya can understand perfectly but can't speak it very much (the reasons for that being that nobody taught her after their parents were taken cause Kai just didn't think about that when they were still young, Ignacia still spoke mainly Ninjargon like the rest of Ninjago, and Kai just assumed she knew as they got older cause she could always answer him correctly) but now that their parents are back, Kai has made it his LIFE MISSION to re-teach her while also making sure his parents never find out she isn't fluent yet (which is a great prompt for coming up with shenanigans for them to get into imo)

I get that its probably a further stretch than the 3 paragraph hcs I mentioned at the top of this post but I just LOVE THIS HC SO MUCH

And of course, its just my own drabbles so they don't have to make sense

[pocket-scenarios]

12 & 13 with Wang Zhuocheng please~

(Admin: Sxng, thank you for the request really want to start writing for some things other than kpop/Korean actors. Also sorry I got kinda rambly at the end I’ll probably edit this sometime.)

Word Count: 437

12: They give you a piggyback ride when you’re hurt/drunk.

13: Your friends tease the two of you.

“Zhuo Ge,” your friend quietly whines in a mocking tone.

You press your tongue into your cheek, your memory from the previous night still quite fuzzy. Jiongmin clings onto Hongyi’s arm repeating things that you can only guess you said drunk last night.

“Zhuo Ge, I can’t walk, Zhuo Ge,” Jiongmin leans closer to Hongyi, whose shoulders shake while he laughs silently.

“Do you want me to carry you?”

A pfft finally pushes out through your lips, you press your head into your hands. Jiongmin lets go of Hongyi, resting his hand on the table.

“Did I really do something like that?” You say meekly, your fingers pushing through your hair.

“Yes.”

Hongyi takes a drink from his coffee.

“Your Zhuo Ge is here.” 

Jiongmin nods his head in the direction of the door, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Zhuocheng pulls out the seat next to yours, looking between the three of you already seated.

“Did I miss something?”

Zhuocheng speaks close to your ear, you shake your head, fixing your hair, resting your hands in your lap.

“I thought Y’N might have scared you away.” Hongyi laughs.

Zhuocheng rests his hand on your leg silently: “is there something more between the two of you than you are telling us?”

Jiongmin is quicker to pick up on things than Hongyi, so you are not surprised at all that he noticed something being off. Zhuocheng gives a slight squeeze to your leg, waiting for you to speak first.

“Yeah,” you pause, “we’re dating.”

You admit, quirking an eyebrow when Jiongmin cocks his head to the side.

“Y’N, you really are something,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “chasing after a new actor.”

Zhuocheng laughs, you let out a heavy sigh.

“Should we go drinking again to celebrate your relationship?”

“No.”

“Come on, Zhuo Gege,” Jiongmin teases, “Y’N, you convince him.”

You roll your eyes but decide to play along anyway: “Zhuo Ge, let’s go drinking again tonight.”

You wrap both of your arms around his arm, pulling him closer to you. Zhuocheng stiffens slightly, your friends attempting to hold back their laughter across the table.

“We’re both going to be busy again soon; let’s go out tonight.”

You speak closer to his ear he hums: “how about we go out for dinner instead?”

Hongyi and Jiongmin nod in agreement with Zhuocheng’s suggestion.

“You just don’t want to put up with drunk Y’N again.” Hongyi laughs.

You start to protest, but Zhuocheng nods you slap his leg. He laughs softly, the four of you decide on the time and place before leaving the cafe.

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[jaenyeesa]

Oh my ... GUYS , I'm watching an asian tv show (hilarious really omg) and I have a scenarios with Aot characters with their s/o watching Asian tv show / drama so um let's go ?

Eren :

Firstly I can see this man with a foreigner s/o idk why but I feel it . During you watch some asian drama (idk chinese , japanese , korean ,thai ANYWAY LIKE U WANT) you both seat together in the couch , him with his phone (scrolling on Instagram, tweeter IDK 'KAY !?) and when he see you laughing to the point of dying several times, he literally look you "seriously ?👀" and that's when he started to watch with you and started to laugh , cry and that some silly react you can have in front of a romantic drama (yeah yk "omg he touch the fingers of the girl!" "Omg their first kiss !@!!@" "noooo choose the good man no the bad boy") And if u have the misfortune to saying"omg Park Seojun is so beautiful"(YEAH PARK SEOJUN IS MY FAVORITE ACTOR and he is so B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L 🦋 as Lee Seung Gi , Park Hyung Sik ...) R.U.N . He is so jealous omg but he do same with some actress like Suzy (I can't blame him this girl is so 🥴) . Ah I forgot ... Since he watch with you Asian TV shows , you may turn on the subtitle (as asian , when I watch Chinese drama or TV shows I don't need subtitle cuz I understand 😌)

Levi:

Idk , in my imagination he is more "shut up and let me watch what I want stupid Brat who is ecstasy in front of a man who doesn't know you exist !" Yeah ... I think but if we want something so ... When he begins watch with you extracurriculars he constantly commenting "this boy is really stupide" "seriously? Prostitution?So young ? For business?" "This girl deserve punishment " because YEAH you managed to communicate your stress to him :) (omg I can imagine and is so hilarious in my head 哈哈哈<lmao in english , mdr in french , jajaja in spanish) and when this is a romantic drama . Don't expect he will cuddled you during the show ect ... No no no little bullshit if u started a romantic drama with beautiful actors , silly scenes with silly reactions like "oh this so cute""Levi can we do that" you can say bye to your man .

Jean :

Jajaja this man will watch those Asian TV shows 25/8 with you and he is a biggest fan, he accompanies you with "oh my , I want to kick his ass" "u deserve to die little shit" "oh their are so cute together" "Do u want , one day we do this ?" "In holiday I really want to visit this place with you" 🥺 Yeah with some snacks like chips , popcorn , candy , soda ect . Cuddling you (Big and little spoon in the couch is the best position for you to with a plaid) [Omg I really imagine a silly scenarios with Jean ? Why I see him like a big lover man ? 🥺🦋] Anyway Jean like to watch romantic drama so much but when you both started sweet home ... Baby he was so stressed during A to Z of the show and after that he say "Never ever babe please is too much for my brain , did u see those monster beast !? How can we imagine something like that ?" After Sweet Home he sees 2 or 3 comedy to forget that ...

Connie :

Hum ... in the beginning he don't like it , even he don't understand what you can find "interesting" to watch it but after he sees one episode of a drama you watching he asked you "w-why she do that !?" And after you telling all the story from the beginning he continue just to know "why she do that" and always he do that , he watches an episode from the middle of season , he ask you and he finish with you .

Porco :

He don't care if it's from US , Asia , Europe or somewhere if this is content Action because I'm pretty sure he love action movie / series . And when he shows a drama with good specials effects , be sure to have a recommendation list because he really likes it ! But one day you propose to watch the movie "Real" (yeah yk with Kim Seoh Yun) and how to say that .. He was shocked ... Shocked due to "This" scene and the first reaction he has was "wow , asian actors can do that scene type?" "omg it's the first time I see two Asian have sex during a drama"

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OH MY GOODNESS IT'S THE FIRST TIME I WROTE FOR 3 HOURS 3 FUCKING HOURS MY DRAMA IS IN "pause" I don 't know if this headcanon is good but I'm sorry for my grammar or orthography but I'm very tired I'm in the limit of "I sleep in the same time I write " But my drama inspired me (you can take me for a crazy girl but during I watch it , lay in my couch I needed to be cuddled by someone 😔) Also I'm sorry If I don't added Zeke or an other man aot (like Erwin , Mike ect) I did not come to imagine some drabble for them so please don't blame me💀

SO GOOD Night Its to late (10:30 PM in France so nyah .-.) And if u want something u can give me request . I accept any submission 👀

[fabricated-misslieness]

Tom Holland x actor!male reader

Drabble part 2 of Tessa’s affection, because I found this prompt.

Requested: No

Word Count: 312

Tom lay on his couch, Tessa sleeping on his chest. He was watching TV while (y/n) was at the door getting their takeout.

“I noticed you were a bit jealous, Tommy.” 

Tom turned his attention to his boyfriend, who was walking over with the Chinese takeout boxes in hand.

Tom played it off cool, sitting up and putting Tessa next to him on the loveseat. “What d-do you mean, darling?” He’d failed already.

(y/n) raised his eyebrows, gesturing towards Tessa.

They were cuddling up on the loveseat. Tom might have already got her off of him, so he could eat properly, but he’d put her on the spot next to him. Tessa was a big dog, so she took up all the space necessary for comfort.

Though that little detail, one that only an overly jealous partner would use, was just a joke from him, Tom couldn’t tell.

“I-- Well, love--” He didn’t know what to say.

(y/n) laughed, sitting down on the armchair next to the loveseat. “That was a joke, Tom.” He deadpanned.

The words didn’t actually register into Tom’s brain, as he was scrambling to get a response.

Tom laughed nervously, “Ye-Yeah! I knew that.”

Silence between the two followed as (y/n) handed him his meal and a few minutes into their eating, they still didn’t talk. The only sounds were eating and the TV.

It was awkward for Tom, but peaceful for (y/n).

“You know… You know you’re my favorite, right?” Tom said, giving his boyfriend an apologetic look.

“I better be.” (y/n) laughed, eating his food casually.

It was then, as the conversation played out again in Tom’s head, that he actually realized his boyfriend was playing around with him, that he wasn’t actually jealous over Tom wanting his dog’s attention.

He facepalmed, groaning out.

“Something wrong, darling?” (y/n) asked, giving him a worried look.

“No, nothing.”

[musette22]

OKAY so I just learned that Scott Evans is gay (how did I not know this???) so what if Scott was the first person Chris told when he realized he may possibly be bi, and Scott helped him come to terms with it (and get some Romanian ass)

OKAY so, I kid you not, I had the exact same idea when I was in the shower this morning and when I came out, I saw you sent this ask. So then of course I had to write a thing. I realize I could’ve written it from any point in the past, but I had just seen that video of Chris rolling on the floor laughing, and I thought, why not make the most of that bright spot in these weird times and continue where that video left of? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope you enjoy this! It was meant to be a short little drabble, but of course it turned out over 2k 🙄 so most of it will be under the cut!

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Scott giggles to himself as he posts the video to his Twitter and Instagram. He has no doubt that Chris laughing his ass off on the floor is going to put a smile on so many people’s faces – something that’s sorely needed right about now.

Chris, having exhausted himself, is stretched out on the couch next to him right now, Dodger lying on the floor next to him. The rest of the family is playing board games in the living room, but Chris and Scott decided that a movie night was in order. For a moment, Scott just watches his brother, until Chris notices and turns his head, meeting his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’.”

Chris kicks him gently in the thigh. “Come on, out with it.”

“Suit yourself,” Scott shrugs. “How are you doing, Chris?”

Chris frowns, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. “What do you mean, how am I doing?” he asks. “I’ve got my family around me, we’re having a movie night, I just rolled around on the floor laughing. I’d say I’m doing pretty well.”  

“Okay, but how are you really doing?” Scott presses.

“We talk every day,” Chris says obstinately. When Scott doesn’t answer, instead just giving him a pointed look, Chris’s expression turns thoughtful, like he’s really considering his answer. “I mean,” he starts, picking up his beer from the floor next to the couch and propping it on his stomach, “you know I’m no good at just sitting on my ass, but I know why I’m doin’ it, so it’s okay. And I get to spend some quality time with my family and my dog so I really can’t complain.”

“Sure,” Scott allows, nodding slowly. “But this has been a weird time for you, hasn’t it? Leaving Cap behind, going into politics, then everything suddenly being cancelled at the last minute… Must leave you feeling a bit unsettled, right?” Holding up a finger, he adds, “I know we talk every day, but it’s been a while since we actually had time to do some soul searching together. Like we used to, remember?” He smiles at the memory. “We’d sneak off to the attic with a few bags of chips and some coke and talk about our feelings” – he makes sure to inflect that last word with as much dramatic flair as he can muster, which is quite a lot of it – “while everyone thought we were playing video games or looking at porn or whatever it is ‘normal’ teenage boys do.”

Chris is smiling too now, soft, just a hint of melancholy to it. “’Course I remember. Had some of the most eye-opening conversations of my life in that attic.” He bumps Scott’s leg with his foot again. “It’s where you came out to me, Scottie. That’s not something I’m gonna forget any time soon.”

Scott hums in reply. He has fond memories of that afternoon, too. “So?” he asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

Looking a little hesitant, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

Chris is lonely. He’s good at pretending he’s fine on his own, happy with Dodger to keep him company and spending as much time with his family as he can. But deep down, he longs to have someone to love. Someone to settle down with. It’s just how he’s wired.

“I know,” Scott replies honestly. “You’ve been on your own for a while now, Chris. That isn’t like you.”

“No,” Chris sighs again, “no, it’s not. It’s just… it’s hard, meeting new people. Especially in our business.”

Scott huffs out a laugh. “I appreciate your attempt at inclusive language, but I think we both know that even though you and I might be technically in the same business, your experiences are very different from mine. I’m an actor, you’re a superstar.” He pauses a moment before adding, “Also, I’m gay, you’re not.”

Chris doesn’t reply straight away. “Anyway,” he says eventually, “point is, I’m just so tired of that perpetual cycle of meeting someone, getting to know someone, wondering if this might be it, and then having it all fall apart again. I just don’t know I can do all that again. It’s never worked out before, so why would the next time be different?”

“Okay, now you’re just being defeatist,” Scott remarks, giving his brother an unimpressed look. “Not to mention dramatic. Look, why don’t you let me set you up with someone, huh? I know you think that’s weird, but I know so many amazing women who’d jump at the chance to date you. All you have to do is give them a chance.”

“I don’t wanna give them a chance,” Chris mutters sullenly. “I’m sure they’re lovely but I just…” He makes a frustrated sound. “I just don’t think I want to meet anyone new right now.”

“But you just basically said you’re lonely,” Scott cries, throwing his hands up. “And I know you want to get married and have a family, because you talk about it all the goddamn time.” He sighs, and in a softer tone continues, “Look, I know it’s hard, but you will have to get out there again if you want to have that future. You know that right?”

Chris inhales deeply through his nose, rubbing a hand over his newly-buzzed head. “Yeah.”

“Unless…” Scott says.

Chris’s eyes flicker to Scott’s face. “Unless what?”

Watching Chris closely, Scott says, “Unless, maybe you don’t want to meet anyone new because you’re still hung up on someone old?”

Silence.

Chris averts his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

Scott gives him a disbelieving look. “Fuck, Chris. You’re kidding me, right? Are you honestly still carrying a torch for one of your exes?”

Chris doesn’t reply, which is an answer in itself. “Oh my god, you totally are. Who is it? Jesus, I bet it’s Minka, isn’t it?”

Immediately, Chris shakes his head. “No, it’s not Minka.”

“Oh. Hmm. Jenny? Is it because she’s getting married? Is that what brought this on?”

“God–” Chris lets out a frustrated huff, sitting up and rubbing both his hands over his face. “No, Scott, it isn’t Jenny and no, I don’t care that she’s getting married. I’m happy for her, truly.”

Scott deflates a little. “Okay, well. Then who is it?”

“It’s –” Chris starts, then stops again, swallowing hard.

Scott waits – not exactly patiently, but he knows he needs to give Chris time to gather his thoughts. When Chris sighs again, it’s wearier than Scott has heard him in a long time.

“Do you remember,” Chris says finally, “in 2016, after I came back from that press tour in Asia, and you picked me up from the airport and you said… You said I was glowing?”

Scott nods, thinking back to that time four years ago. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I remember thinking you looked the happiest I’d probably ever seen you. I thought you must’ve just really liked China.”

Chris huffs a laugh that lacks any real mirth. “Yeah, it wasn’t just China.”

“Did you meet someone in China?” Scott’s eyes widen. “Oh my god, did some Chinese girl sweep you off your feet and break your heart? She the one that got away?”

This time, Chris actually laughs. “No, no Chinese girls either. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Then tell me,” Scott presses, bumping their shoulders together gently. “What happened? Who happened?”

This time, Chris is silent for so long that Scott thinks he’s probably hoping they’ll just drop the topic altogether.

But then, after a full minute, Chris opens his mouth. “Scott…” he says, sounding pained. “Please believe me when I say that I didn’t purposely keep this from you. I swear I would’ve told you if things had turned out differently, but… they didn’t. And I didn’t know if – I still don’t know if… what it was.” He finally lifts his head, turning to look at him, a pleading look in his eyes. “That’s why I never told you, because I was just – I was very confused. Still am. I’m so sorry.”

Frowning, Scott searches Chris’s drawn face. “You were confused? About what, Chris? What had you so confused that you’d be scared to tell your own brother – Oh.”

Scott feels his jaw drop, comprehension breaking over him like a wave. Chris, meanwhile, looks miserable, looking at him like he thinks Scott is going to punch him in the nose and storm out.

They’re both silent for a minute. Dodger, sensing Chris’s distress, has sat up, resting his head on Chris’s thigh in an attempt to comfort him.

“Oh, Chris,” Scott says finally. “You should’ve just told me, you big idiot.”

“I know,” Chris says, hanging his head. “I should’ve. You have every right to be mad at me.”

“Oh no.” Scott shakes his head. “I’m not mad at you, Chris. Believe me, I know exactly how you feel right now. I’d be a massive dick if I turned on you now, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I still should’ve told you,” Chris says stubbornly.  

“You should’ve,” Scott agrees, “but I understand why you didn’t. It was hard for me when I was seventeen and a nobody. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you these past few years, being who you are.”

The look Chris gives him at that is tentatively hopeful. “You really aren’t mad?”

“No. I just wish you’d have told me so I could’ve been there for you when you were hurting.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m still hurting. So technically, you could be there for me now.”

Scott punches Chris in his stupidly well-developed shoulder. “Well, then you’d better start talking.”

Chuckling wetly, Chris nods. He sits back, leaning heavily into the couch cushions and absently petting Dodger’s head.

He draws in a deep breath. “It’s –”

“– Sebastian,” Scott interrupts.

This time, it’s Chris’s jaw that drops. He blinks at Scott for a second. “You knew?” he asks, sounding almost accusing.

“Not until just now. But you coming out to me and mentioning that Asia press tour…” Scott shrugs. “It makes sense. That kid gives off some serious bi vibes. Plus, something tells me you’d be just his type.”

Chris gives him a wry smile. “As it turns out, he’s just my type, too.”

“Now that you mention it,” Scott says, cocking his head thoughtfully, “he really is, isn’t he?”  

“Yeah.” Chris smiles, his eyes getting this dreamy, faraway look in them that Scott hasn’t seen for a long time.

“Oh boy,” he says, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “He really did a number on you, didn’t he? Fuck, Chris. I can’t believe I never noticed.”

“Well,” Chris says, hitching his right shoulder up to his ear. “I am an actor. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, but I know how to hide something I really don’t want anyone to see.”

“Clearly.”

“Besides,” Chris continues, ignoring him, “he didn’t exactly do a number on me. I was the one who was too scared, too cowardly to stick to my guns. I just couldn’t do it.” He shakes his head, as if he still can’t believe what he’d done. “We started sleeping together a couple of years before, but it was never serious. We just – ended up in each other’s beds a few times, I guess. Well, a lot of times. But on that press tour, something changed. We grew closer, and we were happy, and I wanted it to work. God, I wanted it so bad, but everything seemed so daunting, and I didn’t know what was going to happen after Marvel and the press and the internet were already vicious enough as it was. I just couldn’t deal with the thought of amplifying all of that by like, a gazillion.” His voice grows progressively quieter as he goes on. “So I fucked it up, and I let him go. And I miss him, every day.” The last words are barely more than a whisper.

Scott reaches out, wrapping an arm around Chris’s hunched shoulders pulling him closer. “I’m so sorry, Chris.”

Chris sniffs, shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, “it was my own stupid fault.”

“Come on,” Scott protests, shaking Chris a little. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You weren’t ready, back then. It sucks, but that’s just how it was. You can’t change the past.” He pauses, before softly adding, “But you might be able to change your future?”

Giving him a sidelong glance, Chris asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Scott says slowly, you and Sebastian are still friendly, right? You didn’t fuck things up so bad that he never wanted to talk to you again.”

“No, I sort of… Let him down gently, I think. He seemed to take it alright, but…”

“He’s an actor, too,” Scott finishes sagely. “I just think that if you really fell so hard for the guy that you’re still not over him years later, then you guys must’ve had a real connection, right?”

This time, Chris’s face almost crumples. “Yeah,” he says, sounding utterly forlorn. “Scott, I – I think I loved him. I think I love him.”

For a moment, Scott is stunned. “God, Chris,” he breathes. “Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say. I gotta tell you, as much as I know this sucks for you, it’s kind of amazing for me.” Realizing how that sounds, he makes a face. “Sorry. This isn’t about me, I do know that. Please continue.”

Chris barks out a laugh, bumping their knees together amicably. “It’s okay, I get it. Believe me, it’s a bit of a trip for me, too.”

“Phew, okay. So. You love him,” Scott says simply. Chris winces beside him. “Do you think he loves you? Or loved you, a least?”

“I don’t know. I mean, maybe? He said as much, back in Singapore, but then when it ended, he just seemed to move on pretty quickly. So I don’t know.”

“Chris,” Scott says dryly, “I think if he said he loved you, you can assume he loved you. The guy was probably as devastated as you were but just didn’t want to let on, especially since you guys would still be working together after that.”

Chris stares at a spot on the coffee table, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Scott says, “When have I ever been wrong?” He ignores the deadpan look Chris gives him. “So, my next question would be, is Sebastian single right now?”

A pause.

“I think so,” Chris replies eventually. “I haven’t spoken to him in a while but…”

“But?”

“I’ve spoken to Mackie,” Chris admits, looking a little guilty. “They’ve been filming together, these last few months, and I… I may have called him a few times to check how things were going.”

“To check if Sebastian was doing alright, you mean?”

“I mean, not just that. Mackie and I are friends too, you know.”

“Sure,” Scott smirks. “Okay, so according to Mackie he’s single. According to my latest intelligence, you, Christopher, are also single.”

“… Yes.”

“Yes,” Scott nods. “So what do you think I’m going to suggest you do, right now?”

Chris scrunches up his face. “Call Sebastian?”

“Call Sebastian.”

Chris blows out a long, slow breath. “Okay,” he says. “I guess I could give him a call to check how he’s holding up, under the circumstances. That wouldn’t be weird, right?”

“Of course not,” Scott says decidedly. “These are strange times, they remind us of what’s really important to us. If anything, I think he’ll be very glad to hear from you right now.”

“Okay,” Chris says again, nodding as if he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Yay,” Scott says, doing an excited little wiggle. “God, I love this.”

“This?”

“Talking about cute boys with my big brother. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Chris fondly rolls his eyes at him. He silent for a moment, before he looks at Scott curiously. “You think he’s cute?”

“Are you kidding me?” Scott says incredulously. “He is delicious. Lord, I probably would’ve tapped myself that if I’d had the chance.”

“Hey.”

Scott holds up his hands. “Okay, sorry, I get it. Back off, he’s yours.”

A soft, almost mushy look steals over Chris’s face. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I hope so.”

A thought occurs to Scott suddenly. “Oh. My. God.”

“What? What is it?” Chris asks, looking alarmed.

“I can’t believe all those tinhatters on the internet figured this out before I did. About my own brother.”

“Oh god,” Chris groans, “please don’t remind me of the internet right now.”

Scott chuckles. “You know the internet’s opinion doesn’t matter, right? The only opinions that matter here are you and Sebastian’s. Fuck everyone else.” Reaching over to grab Chris’s phone from the coffee table, Scott hands it to Chris. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger. Go get your boy.”

Chris gives him a brittle but hopeful smile. “Wish me luck.”

Scott gets up off the couch and leans down to press a kiss to Chris’s fuzzy kiwi head. “Good luck, big bro.”

He notices Chris’s hands are shaking as he scrolls through his contacts, but he doesn’t comment, instead making to leave the room to give Chris some privacy. Before the door closes fully behind him, he hears Chris start to talk.

“Hey, Seb. It’s me, Chris. How, how’ve you been?” There’s a pause. “Yeah, I’m sorry it’s been a while. I just. I wanted to check how you’re holding up. And, um.” A shaky inhale, and then, softly, “I- I miss you.”

Scott smiles to himself as he pulls the door closes behind him. Something tells him they’ll be alright.

[clydesgod]

The coming

Feat. Richard, Vitalis, Krista

(This is just a lil drabble so, there shouldn’t be any major themes to worry about. just enjoy. Sorry if I there’s some grammar or spelling errors hehe)

As the sun rose from it’s concrete horizon, Richard let out a large yawn as he struggled to put his shirt on. He had been trained on how to do it without anything getting caught on his horns, but it was awfully hard when you took into consideration that Richard hardly remembered much, especially when he just woke up not even half an hour ago. Not only was he changing his shirt, he was also cooking. Fried eggs, soaked in olive oil. Hardly a healthy option but it was one that got him in a good mood in the morning. Well, minus the fact both of the yolks had burst. He didn’t care either way. Sort of.

As he finished cooking them and moving them onto a plate, he couldn’t help but feel a slight hint of dread loom over his shoulders. Was it the hangover? No, couldn’t be. Sure, he felt like trash in a landfill, but he never felt like something awful was about to happen.

“‘Scuseeeeeee me,” asked the shorter demon as he pushed past Richard and his plate so he could open the fridge and raid it, like every morning. “Do we still have any leftovers from last night?”

Richard scoffed, picking up his plate and moving towards the main living room with an almost ragged couch and a plain looking coffee table. “Chinese for breakfast? I’d hardly say peking duck with a side of spring onion is the best choice of food to start the day with.” He commented, sighing somewhat as he looked down at his rather sad looking fried eggs. They’d be good for now anyway. He could easily go to the store later.

“Sorry for being so unclassy mr ‘ramen at 4am’,” Vitalis spat, closing the fridge as he then began to raid the other cupboards. “Surely there have to be some pop tarts here or something. You didn’t throw them away did you?”

“You mean the ones that went out 3 months ago?” Richard replied.

“Yeah. The strawberry ones.”

“Yeah I threw them out.”

The shorter demon groaned, collapsing to his knees and looking down at himself. “I’m going to staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarve!” He moaned  in a very monotone voice. He was always an actor, even to the very end. “I always knew this would be how I’d die. With an empty stomach and whilst my favourite cousin  eats in front of my face.”

Richard, who hadn’t even taken a bite, rolled his eyes and held the plate towards him. “You want these ones then?”

Dropping his sad act, the shorter demon looked up, squinting as he looked over at the plate. “Bleh, as if. Those are the saddest eggs I’ve ever seen.”

“Suit yourself, more for me...I guess.”

“Are you really going to not get me something? Like order a McDonald’s maybe?”

“No. Wait-”

“Aww common. I know you want one of those sausage burgers, or even the pancakes.~”

Richard put his plate and cutlery down, letting it clank against the coffee table. “Wait-”

“Boooooo you’re no fun. I’ll order some but that means I won’t be able to pay for rent for a whil-”

“Shut the fuck up! Didn’t you hear what I said?” Richard turned, his expression which previously looked like he just woke up 5 minutes ago, now looked like he realised where this strange sense of dread was coming from. He stood up, looking around the room as Vitalis started to pick up what he was feeling. He felt it too, through his hunger.

A creak was heard, as if someone was walking right outside the apartment. That shouldn’t even be at all weird, they hear people moving past this place all the time. Why was something off now? Was it the sound of their heels? The way they were moving slowly? No. Something about this person’s aura was ringing alarms in the demons’ heads. Vitalis moved quickly, hiding behind the couch as Richard attempted to follow suit.

A knock was heard. Was this a trick? Surely someone was trying to break in, no? That should’ve been the reason for this strange sense, surely. Richard slowly turned, facing the door. He looked back at Vitalis, who shrugged.

“I ain’t answering’ that fucking door!” He whispered loudly, pointing over behind him. “You go and do it! It’s your apartment!”

Richard gulped, turning his body around as he stared at the door. Why was this feeling familiar? It was like he forgot something and was about to face the consequences of that action. Why though? He sent a birthday card to his granddad last month, what could he be forgetting? He kept moving forward, his hand hesitantly reaching over at the locks as the doorknob fidgeted slightly. Someone wanted to get in.

Another knock. Richard recoiled a bit, but carried on moving on towards the door, undoing all of the security chains and latches he had installed when he first moved in. He was told it was a safe area...but you can never be so sure.

Vitalis had dived down behind the couch, hands covering his head as he awaited a possible fight, maybe a huge explosion? He didn’t know what Richard usually got up so it really could’ve been anything. Maybe even a dragon? Or worse, the landlord. Him and Richard grit their teeth, preparing for anything as the taller demon slowly turned the handle on the door. Who was it? What could he possibly have forgotten? Slowly, he opened the door when-

It stopped. Oh no. The door was jammed, whoever was outside was trying to trap them from the inside. That had to be it. It was one of the villains he had to deal with every day and now they were here to seek revenge and kill-

Oh. Wait. No. Richard looked down, realizing he forgot to undo the last latch to the door. “A-Ah. S-sorry. One second.” He nervously said, unsure as to why he would even let someone know about his current predicament. He quickly undid the last lock, slowly opening the door now. Why did he feel like he had to urgently open this door all of a sudden? As if he didn’t want to disappoint whoever was on the other side.

As the door opened, Richard began to ponder quickly on whom it would’ve been. He thought about all of the emotions and feelings leading up to this point. Dread, forgetfulness, worry, haste, urgency, disapointment. He gulped once more, knowing there was one way to find out.

The door opened. Richard had his eyes closed as he had braced himself for whatever was behind there. Strange though, he wasn’t being beaten around at all. That’s what he was sort of expecting. He opened his eyes, slowly at first but then quickly as he recognised that face anywhere.

“W-What are you- how did you even know- how- I- What are you doing here?”

“Did you really think you could get away with that?”

Richard took a step back, gulping before he replied. “G-get away with what?”

“Hmph.

                                       Getting away 

                                                                                        without saying...”

“Hello!” Said Krista, who at this point had just thrown her arms around Richard, trapping him in a hug. She was taller than Richard, but that was mainly thanks to those heels she wore. She hugged him for a while, with Richard trying to push away from her.

Eventually she let go of him, allowing the wrath demon to stumble back and fall onto the couch.

“Mom??? What do you mean??? Since when were you visiting?” He asked, not raising his voice so as to not fear her wrath.

“You didn’t need to know that,” she replied back, closing the door behind her as she entered the apartment, having a look around at the state everything was in. “Oh my goodness, you left this place in a better state than your bedroom at home.”

“Speaking of,” she looked back at Richard, her gaze piercing as she squinted and frowned her brow. “Me, your father, your siblings, and your grandparents, sent you a lot of lovely St David’s day messages on your phone. And what do we get? Nothing. I asked your father, he received nothing. Rhys? Nothing. Gwyneth? Nothing. Your father’s parents? Zilch! And what do I get? An ungrateful son who doesn’t even ask how his dear mother is doing.”

She huffed, crossing her arms as she looked away from her son. Richard, at this point, was looking almost terrified.

“Aaaaaaa-I swear I forgot! I-I had a bit too much to drink last night so the texta sort of went over my head. I was going to reply to them but I just, sort of-”

“Oh don’t you bring up that ‘forgetfulness’ thing again,” she interrupted, looking back at Richard with a huff. “This would never have happened if you stopped drinking like we asked you to do! It’s so unhealthy!”

“...But Rhys is allowed to smoke-”

“Did I say you had permission to interrupt me?”

“I-I mean. S-sorry mom.”

“As I was saying,” she continued, pacing around the room, looking about at everything. “Your dear mother was so worried for you, I decided I just had to pay you a visit. It didn’t help that I had to knock about 3 times. You made me worried sick!”

“I’m so sorry!” Richard replied, clasping his hands together and looking up at his mother as if he was begging for his life. “I don’t mean to make you worry! I swear I forgot. I swear! I promise I’ll reply to every text I get from you and dad!”

Krista stared at Richard for a while, eyes squinting as she loomed over Richard. She looked furious...until her expression suddenly changed as she closed her eyes and let out a brief giggle.

“Alright. I forgive you lil Dewi,” She reached over, patting his head as she moved over onto the couch, sitting herself down and placing a brown paper bag onto the coffee table. “Those are some sad looking eggs dear, so I hope you can forgive me for bringing fast food for you. I know you always love those McMuffin things with that round egg in them.”

“Did someone say McMuffin?” Vitalis said, popping his head up whilst keeping a safe distance away from Krista.

“What did your mother teach you Vitty?”

“...Hello Mrs Clydesgod may I please have some breakfast please and thank you.”

Rolling her eyes, she reached into the bag and brought out a wrapped meal just for him. She reached on over, letting him take it so he could slowly sink down behind the couch.

“Where did you even get that from?” Richard asked, who looked on over at the bag as well. “Er- may I have one too...please.”

“A rather long way to say ‘please’ don’t you think Dewi?” She joked, handing him his own meal. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve already eaten today.”

Having his question unanswered, Richard simply unwrapped his meal and dug in. He was used to being disappointed by the amount of answers his mother was good at not giving him. She wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon, wasn’t she.

“I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon by the way.”

Fuck.

“You haven’t spoken to any of your family for quite a while and I think that should be changed. I’m sure your father would agree.” Krista stated, resting her hands on her lap as she looked over at Richard.

“There’s no way Rhys and Gwyneth are going to stay here. There’s no room and I’d rather die than be in the same room as Rhys of all people.”

Krista gasped, placing a hand on her chest as her brows arched upwards. “How could you say such a thing! About your eldest brother too! I thought you and Rhys were good friends.”

“We were until he dated my crush, knowing damn well she was my crush ,15 years ago.”

“Tut tut tut, that’s no good reason as to not interact with him at all.” Krista crossed her arms again, a move that always made goosebumps appear on Richard’s arms. “I will not force them to come. But knowing them, they’ll find their way over here eventually. There’s nothing much you can do about that.”

“Yeah...I know.” He carried on eating, enjoying the breakfast she had brought for them silently.

“Let me know if you need any money for your rent, Dewi.” She added, standing up and taking the brown bag with her.

“W-wait. You’re going already?” He asked, almost choking on a bit of sausage in the process of asking.

“Why, yes! I’m still yet to check into my hotel room! I’ll text you where I’ll be staying if you want to see me or to introduce me to any of your lovely friends!” She made her way towards the door, opening it and pausing at the door way. She looked back, her eyes squinting ever so slightly as she spoke. 

“I do expect a reply this time dear.”

Richard gulped, with Krista closing her eyes and letting out a little giggle. “Hwyl! Bore da!”

“Bore...da...mam…” Upon her closing the door, Richard was left dumbfounded, his mouth somewhat agape as the feeling of dread began to return.

Vitalis peaked up from behind the couch, looking at the coffee table.

“So...are you going to eat those eggs?”

Richard looked back, trying to resist the urge to slap him before resting his head back against the couch and rubbing his face with both hands.

“Sure. Knock yourself out.”

[riskeith]

happy weekend dearest!

other than the snow angels, i haven’t done much.,, just been cozying it up with coffee and blankets at home hehe. 30 degrees... amazing. ideal feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather. 😌 bc of global warming we’ve been having some great summers these past few years. it even gets to 30 degrees as well which was unheard of tbh.

you’re so cute for caring ilysm <3 and aaa! a walk! do you have any perticular place you enjoy walking to or does the winds guide you, hehe? EDITING A FIC... 👀 i’m looking respectfully...... 👀 wait did the event open up for you already? i tried to play it earlier today but it wasn’t there yet... the lost riches one right?

bennett is best boy i still can’t believe it either!!! he’s seriously the cutest he just makes me so happy. when i need to explore and run around i always run with him bc i love his lines so much. what a bebie. you should go for it there are still some days left! + he’s a four star so he’s easier to get. GUOBA IS SO FUNNY he’s just.... a little fucking bear i can’t stop laughing... tbh the little creatures like amber’s bunny too just 😭 have you seen those yt clips of them dancing? obsession..

i need to ask you this bc when i found out i lost my mind: did you know that the japanese va for razor is also the va for tsukishima (haikyuu) and shigaraki (bnha)???? insane!!! it made me consider switch to japanese dub tbh.. which dub do you use?

maybe i’ll send you a little part and you can read or something shdkdhskdjdjf help 😳 it’s not edited or anything so it might take a while plus i’m super into writing bnha these days so.... but hey if You have any prompts you want to read maybe i’ll write a drabble for you. i don’t mind at all! <33333 ask for anything!!

(FIC-COLLAB!!:!/$:)!:&//&/!$:’sidnd HELP.... omg what kind of fic would we write....?)

exactly! i think when you realize that there’s nothing keeping you there anymore that brings you joy, that’s when you need to step back. social media is a bit fucked up that way imo. like you want to be there to be informed and to have fun but it takes so much.. hm. also you always tell me this but i wanna tell you to that YOU are the reason i enjoy social media these days so.. thank you <3

you relate to bakugou and lance? that’s super hot of you.. 🥵 my wifey is a self assured, super intense and talented person.. couldn’t ask for better tbh. i think out of them both i’m pretty much like todoroki.. we’re super similar in so many ways now that i think about it shsjdhdhdj.. how about we just stay c.r and m.a our dynamic is perfect as is LMAO

DOUBLE VENTI! I’D LOOOOVE THAT FOR US. bow users are difficult indeed but venti is one of the easier bow users it feels like... idk watching others game play he doesn’t have as much pushback as say amber for example. 12K PRIMOGEMS..... babe you’re getting your xiao!!!!!! how long have you been saving? also i seriously don’t mind if it comes down to it hakshddkhd i can be your genshin sugar mommy... ;) imagine a c6 venti though that seems insane. literal insanity.

SPEAKING OF SHIPPING.... THE POST YOU POSTED... THEY STOLE OUR IDEA AND IT LOOKS SO CUTE AND ITS CHONGYUN AND XINGYUN WHICH IS EVEN BETTER... THEY LOOK SOOOOO CUTE TOGETHER I’M OBSESSEDDDDD!!!! <3333 dude idk how but we are doing that co-op date somehow i’m super inspired i want that for us so badly... (also i need to say smth... my love language is when people say ‘i thought of you when i...’ and the fact that you said that just hsjdfhjdjdksk shit)

actually you’re right.. the only way we’d get a sequel is if they did something with the mfe fighters.. like kinkade james veronica nadia and ina. idk how attractive that would be tho...

i’m a lady, my dearest *dips* no but my pronouns are she/her!! sorry i didn’t mention it before i thought i made it clear shsjsjdkdj. ty for asking tho ♥️ super sweet!

AAA!!!!!!!!!! EEE!! i’m super super excited. if it’s like,, too public and you don’t just wanna post it i might think about exposing myself or smth... if that would make you more comfy. no matter what you do i’m just gonna be here buzzing, *hinata voice* one more one more one more.

oh!! i listen to everything but kpop sjdjdkdhdk i did have a semi-phase around like 2014-19 ish but dropped it pretty hard . now i have no clue what goes on there anymore i mostly enjoy rnb indie n rap/hip.. my gay ass was considering making a little playlist or smth for u but i want to make it with songs You’d like so i might pull up my old kpop faves hehe..

guess chilling is out of the question then, heh. hope you slept well!! i’m gonna try to wake up earlier so we’ll have a chance to send more messages during the weekend perhaps... mwah!!

YOURS, m.a. <3

happy weekend!!!! hope you can ease up a bit since there’s no school hehe

“feeling like a rotisserie chicken weather” FHSKFHKSDF yes!! but it honestly sucks when it gets any hotter bc we don’t have central cooling in our house so rip... and my laptop fan goes crazy ahaha. 30 degrees being unheard of.. can’t relate! fsdfjs. have you guys had to adjust to those changing temperatures? rip climate change tho :’(

<333 i do!! i usually walk to the local park and then the streets around that.. omg speaking of... do you play pokemon go? DHAFKHSDKFHSKDFHKSDH i got back into it again recently ahaha. it’s for a free bakudeku zine!! hehehe it’s out at the end of jan so 👀

i just checked and the event is open !!!!!!!!! good luck hehe !

yup lost riches!! and the event opens at 4am server time, so since i’m in asia i get it earlier hehe which colour seelie are you gonna go for tho omg i was debating it with my friend last night.. i’m gonna pick gold!!

baby bennett!! that’s true but i can’t risk getting a 5 star otherwise my pity will reset for xiao fhdskfhskjfhkjshkfj next time :(((( but albedo /is/ super pretty and i see a lot of people saying they like him... NO !!! xiao only >:( no omg i don’t think i’ve seen those clips ? is it mmd where they like dance to other songs and stuff ahah

yes i did!!!! and the VA for diluc is giorno from jjba and kuroko from knb!! omg wait and venti’s VA is hinata did you know that? fun fact i guessed it was him when i first heard his voice LOL that’s my secret talent 😩 and i use japanese dub!! i’ve considered using chinese too bc i can understand it but i just like the japanese voice actors tbh and also i can excuse it as “listening practice” AHAH

yes pls!! sending something bnha is fine too, or legit anything else lmao i’m open arms over here~~ 🤗👐 and ooft... it’s hard thinking of prompts that’s why i always ask others HSDKFJHSDKFHSD but i’ll let you know if i think of something!!!

(no clue!!!! but we could each write from a character’s POV so hopefully it’s more consistent 🤪🤪 idk i have no clue how fic collabs work AHAHA)

yeahhh one of my mutuals said “social media is a curse” and honestly hard agree.. we’re all kinda trapped in a way LMAO. and no pls don’t thank me.. you’re the one who found me first 😩💘 ily..

FSDHKJFS pls you’re making me blush come on 😳😳 but yes i love that for us... m.a. x c.r. the only valid ship 😩

woooo!!!! yeah you’re probably right, like given the fact he’s a 5 star his mechanics are probably different.. i know that diluc’s charged attack is different to the other claymore users so! IM GETTING MY XIAO!!!! and hm i’ve been saving since the middle of zhongli banner! so december 10 ish around then? dragonspine was a blessing tbh i reckon i got sooo many primogems from that. FGJKSHFKJSDHFKSDHSHKJFH my genshin sugar mummy 🥵🥵 c6 venti unstoppable..

AHAHAHA YEAH THEY LOOK /SO/ CUTE TOGETHER!!! i wonder how they got so many of the images tho like they must’ve been so in sync?!?!? ugh that could be us but no cross-server co-op be playin’.. (fhdskjfhdskjfhs um!! noted for future reference 🤪)

omg them.. i always forget about them LMAOOOOOOOOO ugh. actually i wouldn’t be mad if we got a prequel of like when keith was in the garrison... or even when shiro was with adam... ugh so much they could’ve given us and they chose not to

*waggles eyebrows* well hello there, m’lady ;) and it’s fine fhdskjf i had some inklings but didn’t wanna assume ya know? ahah :p

no!! it’s all g, i’ve thought about posting it before anyway. like, just releasing all of my WIPs and letting people do what they want with them HAAHA. (i could also just put the link under a read more and less people would see it, so it’s no biggie!) fkdshfkjs the hinata impression omg precious <33

FJHFDSKJ awks ahah which groups were you into tho! if it’s not like scarring for you to think back to LOL. and oooo i like indie too! i think.. or is it alt? honestly i don’t even know, tbh my music taste is pretty diverse and a mess, i can usually listen to a lot of things. except slow songs i don’t really like those hfdskj. and i don’t like rap too much either FHSDKJS whenever my friend gives me a rec i’m just like “oh i liked the singing parts in that” FDSKJF. a playlist tho huh 😳🥺

and pls!! if the weekend is your only chance to sleep in then do it.. for me 😩 i’ve been legit waking up at 12pm these past few days FKJHSKDF idek why like i’m sleeping 10 hours?? yikes. but as always i shall be waiting for your response <3 💌

[mikauzoran]

Adrienette Drabble Twenty-One: Price

Nino’s ears were a little sore where he’d gotten his cartilage pierced earlier that day. He’d been wanting to do it for a while, and the events of the previous week had given him more than enough reason to finally put a set of holes in his ears.

He sighed as he gripped Marinette’s earrings tightly in his palm for a third time that week, on the lookout for black butterflies as Marinette lay curled up on the couch beside him, trembling and choking on sobs, her head resting on Nino’s thigh.

When Nino’s phone rang for the second time in five minutes, he sighed and pulled it out, expecting his mother or Alya.

He had two missed calls and one text from Adrien.

Internally, Nino cursed.

Adrien’s text seemed innocuous enough…but then why the second call?

“Sorry,” Nino muttered to Marinette. “It’s Alya. Let me just text her to tell her I’m busy. Hopefully it’s not important.”

Marinette made a little noise of acknowledgement through her hiccups.

Nino texted Adrien back, asking if he needed anything. Nino prayed that he didn’t because Nino could NOT deal with both of them at the same time.

Fortunately, Adrien did not seem to be in crisis. Unfortunately, Adrien was the best actor that Nino had ever seen, and text was not a good medium through which to determine emotional state.

Nino posted a mental sticky-note on the fridge in his mind palace reminding him to call Adrien back as soon as Marinette was stable.

It was several minutes later that Marinette began to sniffle as she rode out the worst of her meltdown.

“Starting to feel better?” Nino inquired softly.

Marinette nodded, rubbing away the remnants of tears.

“Do you think you’re okay to take your earrings back?” he wondered.

Marinette shook her head. Her voice trembled as she confessed, “I don’t really want to deal with her right now. Keep her a little longer for me? Please?”

Nino nodded, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “You two still not talking?”

Marinette closed her eyes and sighed. “Not a lot. She’s unapologetic, and I’m mad at her. I mean, I get that she’s thousands of years old and that my one, measly human love life isn’t much in the grand scheme of things. I get that she’s looking at the bigger picture and trying to do what’s best for all of humanity…but would it really have killed her three years ago to say, ‘You know, Marinette, you really need to cool your jets with Adrien and maybe think about giving Chat Noir a chance. Wink. Wink.’? Would it really have been the end of the world if she had taken me aside after I talked with you about dating Chat Noir and told me why I couldn’t date Chat Noir? Did she have to let things get so screwed up? Did she have to let me emotionally torture Adrien for four and a half years?”

Nino didn’t respond, letting Marinette vent without passing judgment one way or the other.

Marinette groaned, rolling over onto her back. “I know I’m being unfair. I know I’m just passing the buck and not taking responsibility for my own actions, but…maybe things would have ended better if I’d had a little better guidance…or maybe not. Maybe I would have screwed things up on my own just as bad…. I just…I suck.”

Nino pulled out Marinette’s ponytail holder and began running his fingers through her hair. “No, you don’t.”

“I feel like I suck,” Marinette muttered. “This whole time…” She choked on an unexpected sob and burst back into tears.

Nino kept petting her hair soothingly.

She got ahold of herself once more a minute or two later and coughed, “S-Sorry. Nino, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you have to do this. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you being there for me lately. I swear I’m going to find some way to make this up to you.”

“Hey, no,” he insisted. “Shh. Like, don’t even. It’s…” He shook his head as he stared resolutely down at her. “Cupcakes, you have been there for Paris unfailingly for almost five years now. You’ve earned the right to ask someone to step up for you, and I am honored that you trust me to have your back. Am I exhausted and mega stressed? Yes. Of course I am, but let me assure you that there is nowhere I would rather be right now than sitting on this sofa having your back. Okay?”

She grinned up at him broadly, wiping away her tears once more. “You rock, Nino. You know that? I’m making you an MVP ribbon or something because you seriously rock.”

“I could live with that,” Nino chuckled until a thought hit him. “…Though…we probably shouldn’t let the cat see it. He might get his feelings hurt.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Nino winced at his mistake.

Marinette curled back up on her side, and Nino could feel fresh tears seeping into his jeans.

“Sorry,” Nino whispered.

“It’s okay. You’re right.” Her voice was shaking and barely audible.

“Wanna talk about something else for a bit?” Nino suggested. “How was your day? …Or is that a bad question to ask? I mean…I guess something upset you or pushed you over the edge, and that’s why I’m here, right? Sorry.”

She shook her head. “Today was…I don’t know. I was at work most of the day.”

“How’s that going?” Nino prompted.

“I don’t know,” Marinette chuckled bitterly. “There are times when I think I’m doing a really good job and times when I’m worried that I’m making a mess of everything…. I think Gabriel Agreste is punishing me for what I did to Adrien. He gave the other interns one or two tasks apiece today ranging from simple to moderately difficult, but he gave me four really involved assignments…but then…when we all checked in at the end of the day, I reported to him and he smiled. He smiled and told me what a good job I’d done…like he was happy that I had succeeded or something. Like I keep saying, I don’t know. I was super stressed today, and then Adrien showed up at the shoot, and—”

“—What?!” Nino choked. “What the hell was he doing there?”

Marinette shrugged. “Apparently, Adrien and Elise are friends now, and they were meeting up for coffee after the shoot…only Elise told him the wrong time, so he ended up there early, and she dragged him over to say hi to me, not knowing that we’re currently on the outs.”

Nino swore under his breath. “What happened?”

“Nothing, actually,” Marinette responded with a touch of residual surprise. “She dragged him over, and we said hi to each other, and…he did mention that his father was impressed by my work, so that was nice, but…” She rolled over onto her back once more and threw an arm over her face. “He asked me if I wanted to get Chinese and watch anime tonight.”

“And you told him no and he looked crushed and you felt like The Grinch Who Stole Christmas,” Nino surmised, taking off his hat to tug at his close-cropped hair. He cursed softly.

“Mm,” Marinette confirmed. “And when I said no, he asked if maybe next week we could hang out…. I can’t freaking hang out with him right now, Nino,” she growled in frustration. “I’m in no shape to spend time with him because you know what I’m going to do the minute I’m alone with him? I’m going to kiss him. I’m going to rip his clothes off and have sex with him because the guy I’ve been crazy about for years now is madly in love with me, and I want him. I want him, but I can’t have him because we’re both freaking wrecks, and I have to be the mature one in this relationship because—through no fault of his own—he can’t.”

She smacked her hand down against the sofa with another growl.

“God, the look on his face today, Nino. He’s desperate. Chat has always been desperate, but at least before he had a little more self-respect. He’d get upset or mad at me. Nowadays, Adrien is just so…it’s like I can do no wrong. And that’s scary. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been hurting him senselessly for years; all that is forgiven, and that’s not right, Nino. He can’t just let me get away with it. This isn’t…healthy. This isn’t what a healthy relationship looks like, and I don’t want…I don’t want us to hurt one another, so…I can’t say yes before we’re both ready and have it blow up in our faces and then not even be able to be friends afterwards. So I can’t be with him right now…. I can’t be around him…right?”

She lowered her arm and gazed up searchingly at her friend, as if asking for permission to give in and be with Adrien anyway.

Nino looked at her pityingly. “Yeah. I honestly think you two are bad for each other right now. If he’s making you feel this unstable, you need a break. I can say for certain that you are toxic to him at the moment, so it’s probably a good idea to leave him alone and let him heal.”

Marinette studied Nino for a minute before closing her eyes with a sigh. “I miss him.”

“I know,” Nino muttered.

“I miss him so much,” Marinette laughed. “We’re supposed to be cuddling and finishing up Ouran High School Host Club right now. I’m supposed to be with him.”

She lowered her arm just enough to peek up at Nino. “Can I change my mind? Can I say I’m sorry and take it all back and tell him I want to be together?”

“No,” Nino snapped with all the severity of a wolf protecting her cubs. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you leave him the eff alone. Don’t you dare keep jerking him around. You’ve made your decision, and now you’re stuck with it, okay? No waffling. Now, I love you, Cupcakes, and I’m not mad at you. I’m not blaming you, but the truth is that you’ve wrecked him—whether you meant to do that or not. He is a wreck, and he needs you to stay the heck away from him while he picks himself back up, okay?”

She slipped her arm back up over her eyes and nodded soundlessly.

“What he needs is to learn to be okay without you—without anyone. What he doesn’t need is you to come back in and coddle him so that he thinks it’s okay to stop working on his mental health since he got what he wanted. The last thing we need is him using you as a crutch instead of actually getting emotionally healthy. We’re done with that, so you stay on your side of the line and work on coming to terms with all the Chat-Adrien-Marinette-Ladybug stuff, and I’ll try to keep him on his side of the line so he can work on…” Nino blew out a slow stream of air. “…all his crap.”

“…I wish I could be there for him,” Marinette muttered. “Some partner I am.”

“You are there for him,” Nino insisted. “From a distance because that’s where you have to be right now, just one week after the apocalypse, for your own mental health—which, may I remind you, is not that great. He knows you care about him, Marinette.”

“Does he? I told him I was disappointed that he was Chat.” Marinette winced. “He’s probably got ‘I can’t love you’ drilled into his head just like I have ‘She’s just a friend’ stuck in mine. We’re both real pieces of work.”

Nino gave Marinette’s hair a tussle. “Stop thinking about it. Time to think happy thoughts.”

Marinette snorted. “…Wanna watch Code Lyoko?”

“Sure thing, ma pote,” Nino chuckled.

“…And can we maybe order Chinese?” she asked in a small, embarrassed voice.

Nino decided to be indulgent. “Yeah. We can do that.”

“And can you order shrimp lo mein and let me pick the shrimp out in exchange for my bamboo shoots?” Marinette pressed her luck.

Nino raised an eyebrow. “You two are weird. Why…?” Nino cut himself off, pursing his lips.

Marinette shrugged. “Well, you know how Adrien doesn’t really care for meat or seafood or poultry much? He actually doesn’t mind shrimp, but he only eats, like, half the shrimp they give him, so I pick out the other half. I don’t dislike bamboo shoots, but I don’t really like them that much either. Adrien really likes them, though, so…it just kind of works out.” She smiled sheepishly.

Nino nodded.

“And for fortune cookies, I get the cookie; he gets the fortune. He has a collection,” Marinette chuckled, a real smile finally coming to her face.

Nino smiled softly. His heart really went out to his friends.

“Don’t worry,” he wanted to assure them. “We’ll get you two back together soon.”

[misshollander1]

Gif credit to @parkery

Contains; small drabble of an 18 year old somehow catching Tom's eye and the thoughts he faces of finding her intruiging.

I never thought I would be in the acting scene. Especially since I hated being the center of attention. But something about being in front of a camera and playing a character made me feel somewhat safe.

I was able to be someone I always wanted to be and portray them in a way only I could and have people relate.

That's how it started at first. I acted in a few commercials and starred in the background during my years attending University, the small money I made being put away in order to help pay my tuition.

Next thing I knew, I had people asking who I was and if I had any social media. I was contacted by a previous person I worked with, them telling me their manager would like to work with me. I was quite young and my parents denied but I told them that if I could help make money in any way, I would take it.

So I took the job. Granted everything started off slow again, me being in the background and having small roles. It soon led to me being a supporting role and eventually, landing a role in the new Spiderman movie.

I was now eighteen years, four years younger than the male lead Tom Holland. I wasn't playing a love interest despite a few people I knew wanting one for his character.

I couldn't deny the role because, not going to lie, he is quite attractive and a total dork. But, I've always loved superheroes and it was a dream to star in one in any way I could.

I admit I was nervous, seeing as Tom's character Peter and I had quite a few scenes together and there was suppose to be some sort of interest towards one another to create some tension for the audience.

It didn't take a lot besides the director having us spend some time together to maintain a friendship so it was more believable on screen.

So here I am, an eighteen year old sitting across from Tom Holland himself and having a small lunch, each of us having prepared questions to ask one another.

"So, how long have you been attending University? How is it?" He asked, handing me a napkin.

"Thank you and uh, it's my first year. But since I got some financial aid to help me attend, I have to pay back a loan I borrowed. So far it's okay. I wish someone told me about time management because my first semester was completely horrid." I chuckled, opening the chopsticks nearby and stopping mid dip to choose a fork.

"You don't know how to use chopsticks?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I've spent hours practicing but I guess my fingers aren't meant to hold them." I sighed, twirling the noodles around my fork and stuffing it into my mouth. "Anyways, how is it being Peter? I know you get asked a lot but it's what I could come up with."

"Don't worry about it, darling. And I enjoy it. Like I've said in many interviews, I've always had a liking to Spiderman so being able to portray him makes it a dream come true." He laughs lightly

"Despite looking like a 12 year old?" I teased, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Do people really say that? First they say I have a frog in my mouth and how I can't pronounce croissant. Now this?" He laughs a bit once more, his voice making me feel warm.

I won't lie and say I didn't have a crush on Tom. He is an amazing actor but the way he's such a dork and a goofball made me admire him and like him. I just wish he didn't call me darling because sWeEt JeSus that was attractive.

"So, besides that, is there a reason you chose acting? Is that something you're studying?" He asked, stuffing his face with the Chinese food we ordered.

"Not really. I'm majoring in psychology and thought about minoring in dance but there aren't many dance minors. I opted out for possibly minoring in English but it's not a for sure thing. But, I never acted in my life and the opportunity was given to me so I tried it."

"What do you like about it?"

"I guess being someone you're not. I understand a lot of actors contribute a bit of themselves into the roles they play but for me, I guess it's a confidence boost type of thing." I said, grabbing my water and taking a sip.

"Confidence? Explain." He asked, a small smile on his lips.

"I uh, I'm not that confident in who I am. I hate my body and who I am as a person. I'm high key a pessimist but choose to hide it and I am very easily manipulated. I guess being sexualized at a young age and being harrassed for four years made me feel even morr less of myself. So being able to play a character where I can include those struggles makes me feel like I'm not so alone. I hope that makes sense?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at him.

"Well, I can truly say you are a beautiful girl. I'm not just saying it. Everyone is beautiful in their own moments and from the moments I've seen you on camera, I can tell you radiate a light. I do see something in your eyes I haven't seen but that's what I find interesting about you. You were willing to be vulnerable to me and let me know how you feel in complete honesty, yet you hold something in those eyes of yours. They're beautiful if I may say once again despite them being the same color as mine but you get what I mean?" He said, clearing his throat and reaching for his own water.

I gave him a shy smile and nodded, the words he spoke making me happy. I have had people conpliment me and try to make me feel better about myself but the way he put things made me believe it the most.

"Aside from all...whatever this is," I smiled, reaching for a spring roll, "what is something you would want our characters to do? I've read the script and we seem to be doing these crazy things like a science experiment going wrong and it exploding in our faces, coating them in blue dust."

"I want us to do something in the rain. I could walk you home along with Ned and I guess all three of us have a heart to heart. Kind of like we did here." He smiles, looking at me and then avoiding his gaze.

"I think that would be nice. I could push you into a puddle and run away." I said smiling.

"I would tackle you then and there don't test me." He teases.

"Try me Holland."

Eventually, Tom and I got closer working on screen. I was only able to shoot during certain times due to my classes but I always made up for it, working on late work or doing homework during my lunch time or any free chances I got.

The other cast members would check in on me and bring me some snacks to keep me motivated and focused so I wouldn't be too stressed.

But there was one day where I was not understanding what was being said and it frustrated me to the point I slammed the book and cried into my hands, the stress overwhelming me.

I didn't hear the knock or the door being opened to my small portable but I did hear the swish of plastic bags.

I looked up and was face to face with Harrison, one of Tom's best mate.

"I'm sorry to disturb you. Tom told me to bring you some lunch but I guess I'll leave you be." He spoke, clearly embarrassed.

"Nono. Don't worry about it Harrison. I was just taking a small break from my work seeing as I couldn't understand it." I sniffled, wiping my nose and eyes.

"Maybe I can help? What is it?" He asked, setting the bag down near my books and taking a seat near me.

"It's physics." I sighed and he made a face.

"Why would you hurt your brain like that?" He asked, making me laugh.

"I thought it would be easy. It somewhat is but this topic is hard and I'm not understanding. I guess I'll email my professor for some more help if needed." I sighed, rubbing my face.

"Alright. I'm sorry I couldn't be much of help. But Tom made sure he got you your favorite, Chinese." He smiled, reaching for the bag and unboxing the takeout.

"That's really sweet of him. You guys didn't have to do that." I said, setting the box on my lap.

"Well he wouldn't shut up about it. He kept interrupting and asking if you had eaten and it took Zendaya to say she took you some breakfast and that was it." Harrison spoke.

"Mm well... When you go back to him. Tell him I appreciate his kindness. Also, thank you for delivering it. I haven't seen you around much as usual." I sighed, rubbing my left eye from any tears.

"Yeah. I've been running some errands of my own, listening to Tom gush on and on-"

My phone rang and I gave Harrison an apologetic smile, answering it.

"Hi Tom. No, I got the takeout. I appreciate it. Yeah no, he's here." He continued to speak until asking for Harrison, me looking and handing him my phone. "It's for you."

Harrison took it and spoke to Tom, casting glances my way every few seconds.

I set my takeout onto the side and regrabbed my Physics book, Harrison putting his hand out and stopping me before ending the call and handing my phone back.

"A scene with you, Ned and Peter is being shot soon so you're going to need to get ready." Harrison told me. I nodded and thanked him once more, waving goodbye as he left.

"Are you serious?" I asked, seeing the set design.

"Yeah! I talked Jacob into helping me get this scene and our director liked the idea enough to have us shoot it. He called for improvisation to see how it looks." Tom said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling at me.

"This is so cool what the fuck." I said, earning a laugh from Tom.

We shot the scene and did as much improv as we could, Tom keeping his word and tackling me in the rain when I pushed him into a puddle and splashed Jacob, a huge 'come on!' escaping his lips.

"Cut! Great scene. Let's try it one more time and great job tackling her Tom. Make sure not to bruise her! And Jacob, great reaction!"

Jacob shook his head and laughed, handing me a towel to dry my hair off.

"I'm going to need a blowdryer or something." I sighed, the towel being worked on my hair.

"Why's that?" Jacob asked.

"It begins to curl. Like how it is now." I said, holding up a loose curl.

"I think it looks pretty." Tom spoke, ruffling the towel over his own curls.

"Thank you." I said, earning a wink from him and an eye roll from Jacob.

Filming was coming to an end and my screentime was becoming less and less which meant I was hardly on set.

But that didn't stop Tom from messaging me during his breaks to see if I wanted to get lunch or hang out with him and the cast.

I was walking to the lounge on set after one of my classes when I overheard my name being spoken.

I furrowed my eyebrows and listened, hearing Tom and Jacob speaking.

"She's eighteen isn't she?" Jacob spoke.

"She is. But I don't see that as a problem." Tom answered.

"What about the backlash? She's four years younger than you and people will find it weird."

"Oh please. There are women and men dating others more than half their age. Something about her intruiges me. I-I enjoy being around her. I can't explain the feeling being around her." He sighed.

"It's obvious you like her. We've all discussed it and even our director knows. Why else would he approve of that rain scene knowing it might not make the cut? He wanted to see the chemistry behind you both." Jacob explained.

"I do adore her and something about her is just ugh. I don't want to creep her out and feel like I'm preying on her. I'm not. I do like her Jacob." He admitted, silence following a bit after.

I was obviously shocked to hear the news because one, Tom Holland said he liked me,two, he said he liked me and three, he said he liked me.

But I knew where he was coming from. People would be quick to think he was being a creep and his fans would be hurt they weren't the ones catching his eye.

But I also wasn't so sure how I would be as a girlfriend. I have never dated and felt that if things wouldn't work out, I would be the reason why.

I don't know how to love myself and I feel like my anxieties and insecurities would get in the way after a while of hiding them so much.

I shook my head continued quickly to my destination, hoping they never saw me and knew I was listening in.

I eventually reached the limit and had to stop here! The rest is in my drafts so let me know if you would like a part two!

[commander-yinello]

I really hope u take requests and u like mine, we will see 🙈 so i thought about a business trip to an other country (idc wich country it will be) and Zen being dragged into going with him (maybe the meeting is with a famous actor and bc he has connections jumin thought he could drag him with him) and they are stuck in the elevator for like 3 hours in the hotel and its completely dark. Zen freakes out and jumin will kiss him so he can calm him down :) hope thats good i would like to read it ^^

This is so cute! I loved it so that the drabble became a lot longer than I expected whoops >_> It’s a bit of a feels trip, I hope this comes anywhere close to what you were expecting!

Jumin wasunfortunately well acquainted with elevators refusing to work when he was inthem. Many meetings were held in tall office buildings or hotels, and two outof nine times the devil’s contraption would insist on trapping him in betweentwo floors of its choice. The last time he had spent four hours with theheiress of a perfume industry. Needless to say, he appreciated the smell offresh air after that.

This time, thecompany he was locked up with didn’t bother him. On the contrary, he dared toadmit it was quite pleasant, as he watched Zen fidget with his coat endlessly,staring at the glowing alarm button on top of the speaker, in the hopes someonewould tell them they’d be freed soon.

Zen pushedthe button next to the hotel elevator door once more, receiving once again noreaction.

“Help is notgoing to arrive sooner,” Jumin said.

“Shut up,”Zen grumbled. Jumin sighed.

After anotherterse minute, Zen leaned against the wall with his head, covering his face withhis hands. “God, I hate this.”

“Why areyou so tense?” Jumin didn’t understand. Help would come, no matter what.

The actorcrossed his arms to glare at the ceiling. “I like wide open spaces. I likebeing free to go where I want whenever I want. Being stuck is shit.”

He rememberedZen’s secret spot. The lookout over the vast city of Seoul had indeed beenbreathtaking. Strange, he couldn’t recall how it looked like, only remembering Zen’ssmile in the light of the setting sun.

Thequestion that had been on his mind for a while now finally made its way out. “Whydid you agree to come? The economical heart of Beijing is exactly the oppositeof your preferences.”

Zen shothim a quick glance. “Because you asked and if I said no you will endlessly pesterme about it.”

That madehim raise an eyebrow. “That never stopped you from refusing.” What befell Zento agree to the cat commercial he would never know, but the actor had beendetermined to do it. He insisted on it, even after Jumin offered him an alternative.A matter of pride, the commercial had been. The trip wasn’t similar.

Zen fellquiet, frowning in thought.

Juminstarted to feel nervous. Did Zen agree to the trip because of some misguidedduty towards him? Did the actor think he owed Jumin for helping him out withthe Echo Girl incident?

That didn’tsit well with him at all.

“Once we’refreed, I can arrange for you to take the first flight back to Korea.” He wouldask Assistant Kang to add in a clause in the cat commercial contract that Zencan drop it at any moment’s notice.

Zen stoppedleaning against the wall, giving him a confused look. “What are you going onabout?”

“There’s noneed to return the favor, handling Echo Girl helped the entire RFA as well.”

Redeyes widened as Zen bristled at the words said. “Listen Jerkmin, I want to dothis. It’s hard to believe, I know – even I don’t believe it sometimes – but I’mnot doing it because I think I owe you. I’m already mentally preparing myselffor the cat commercial.” He acted like he had to sneeze at the mention of theword cat, though Jumin knew now it was mostly dramatics.

“So why?” Jumin pushed. He really needed toknow.

“Because! Because,eh…” Zen stammered, suddenly fascinated by a loose carpet thread next to his shoe.“Because.”

“Because?”

Zen avoidedhis gaze on purpose. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

“Zen, tellme.” He nearly yelled. He was going to jump out of his skin if Zen kept avoidingthe question.

Half a minutepassed, before the actor groaned in frustration and finally looked back up athim. “Because… of you.”

Jumin’sheart skipped a beat.

“I reallyappreciated you finding me and giving me courage again,” Zen continued. “Thisisn’t about repaying a favor, or about doing things for someone who helped mein my darkest time. It’s about spending time with… a friend. Sort of.”

Somethingabout the way Zen said it struck Jumin as odd. It felt like Zen himself wasn’tsure why he was doing this. “Did I really help you that much?”

That loosethread was once again the focus of Zen’s attention.

Jumin wasabout to press on, when the sound of something buzzing caused the lights toflicker. The buzzing abruptly ended, and all became dark. It was startling how Jumincouldn’t even see his own hand anymore, holding tightly to the metal railing onthe elevator wall.

“Shit!Jumin!” Zen called out, tone pitched higher than normal.

“I’m stillhere.” Keeping his hand on the railing, he moved towards Zen’s location. Hisarm got abruptly grabbed and it took all Jumin’s willpower to push down hisdefensive instincts, letting warm hands grasp his sleeve tight.

Were itanyone else, Jumin would have kindly requested that they release him. Now he stoppedhimself from getting any closer, whether it was to comfort Zen or himself he wasn’t sure.

“There’s noneed to worry. I’m sure this affects the whole building; someone must beworking on it.”

“Yes, Iknow damn it!” Zen swore.

His eyesslowly adjusted, allowing him to see a little. Zen’s hair formed a glowingsilhouette, a lone source of light surrounded by never-ending darkness. Itreminded him of his Elizabeth when he would wake early on a cold winter morning,her beautiful form lying next to his pillow. He fought down the urge to run hishand through the white locks.

“I feellike a teenager again, when my gang locked me in the bar bathroom and turnedoff the lights to haze me,” Zen laughed, an attempt to sound brave but hisvoice wavered. “I was supposed to free myself, but I couldn’t figure out how; Ithought I was going to die there, in the darkness.”

Jumin madea mental note to look up Zen’s old gang members and have them all arrested.

“It was thebartender who rescued me, because she forgot her keys and heard me calling forhelp,” Zen continued. “I was so ashamed, I didn’t tell the gang. The bartenderdid offer me a kiss to make me feel better, which was cute.”

It hit Juminthat Zen was sharing something this intimate because he was trying to distracthimself. A daring question floated to the top of his mind and left his mouth beforehe could stop. “Do you want me to kiss you to make you feel better?”

“D-dude!”Zen sputtered. The fingers around his sleeve tightened a tiny bit, but he feltit.

It wasn’t arefusal. Just like when Jumin asked if Zen had any feelings for him, and Zen avoidedthat as well.

“…Do you?” heasked again, throat tightening from the heavy implication of what he wasasking. What he was implying. Thiswasn’t a joke anymore.

White hair shifted,and Zen’s pale face came into view, the white of his eyes standing out. Theyreally didn’t differ that much in height, Jumin randomly thought. He would havegiven anything to see properly see the expression on the actor’s face.

There wasonly silence, disrupted by the loud pounding of his heart and their unevenbreathing. Jumin wondered if he should apologize, when he felt warm breathtickle his skin. White hair moved closer, eyes blurred from their shortdistance.

“Zen-“ Juminstarted, and stopped himself. He wanted to ask the question again, but found himselfleaning forward. Smooth lips ghosted over his own chapped ones and he knew. Heknew he was crossing a line.

But Zen didn’tpull away. The gap was so easily closed.

He neverunderstood how a kiss could be romantic. Two people mashing their mouthstogether couldn’t be satisfying. It made his father’s constant skirt-chasingeven more ridiculous.

But Zen’s lipswere soft, yet pushed back hard with a need that brought their faces closer. Warm,so warm that he wanted to feel them forever. All thoughts left his mind,allowing him to focus on this feeling alone.

That’s whenall the lights turned back on.

The suddenlight was blinding, forcing Zen to pull away with a hiss and Jumin too had toclose his eyes, spots dancing in his vision.

“Our mostsincere apologies for the wait,” A tin voice spoke out in Chinese through thespeakers. “The elevator will start in a moment’s notice.”

As ifmagically timed, the elevator started to rumble and moved up towards theirdestination. Zen let go of his arm, leaving Jumin feel oddly empty.

Theelevator dinged after it passed every floor. Jumin watched Zen in the corner ofhis eyes, who didn’t say anything either.

“We have room17 and 18, which room would you prefer?” Jumin asked, trying to get back ontrack when his mind raced all over the place.

“Yes.”

Zen’sunusual answer had him turning his head. Zen’s face was bright pink, and he gingerlytraced his bottom lip. It stirred something primal within him.

“Yourearlier question. Yes. I do want…” Zen blushed even deeper, not finishing hissentence, his gaze fixated on Jumin.

Jumin’sfeet had a will of their own.

In a fewseconds, they would have to apologize to the couple who saw them when the doorsopened on their destined floor.

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[ecofinisher]

A new partnership (Abominable & Miraculous x-over

Chapter 14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26109937/chapters/65417491

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13681547/14/A-new-partnership

https://www.wattpad.com/962303165-a-new-partnership-recess

On the next school day, Alya sat on the bench together with Marinette with Alix, Kim, Nathaniel, Marc, and Max in front of the girls looking at Alya holding her smartphone, where she was reading to the group from a news site.

„Surprisingly Onyx's attention yesterday in the afternoon as he spotted a girl getting kidnapped led the police to discover the man that was responsible for the deed was also a criminal, that was responsible for the trafficking of children," Alya read. „Oh my gosh, that looks like the guy here, who delivered my dad his wedding suit from the laundry,"

„Man, that's sick," Kim stated. „What a coincidence, I don't think even Onyx expected that guy to be one of those types of persons," „Honestly when I saw that guy yesterday this was one of the last things I have expected to find out," Marinette mentioned. „More as we crashed against the back of his van we weren't even aware Onyx was trying to stop him because he held Yi hostage,"

„She looks okay now," Marc mentioned earning a nod from Nathaniel.

„Who's actually Yi?" Kim asked. „Is she also in our school?"

„She's that girl, that hangs around with Kagami from the fencing class," Max answered.

„Ah the ice queen you mean?" Kim asked earning a nod from Max.

„Why are you calling her an ice queen?" Nathaniel asked the Vietnamese boy.

„I don't know. Once a while ago Marinette and Alya told me she was the ice queen," Kim answered making Alya cross her arms.

„That's the girl code between me and Marinette we used to avoid Adrien to find out Marinette is afraid to see Kagami make her way towards him, " Alya said.

„But hey we never said a bad thing about her, don't worry, „Marinette added with a fake laugh.

„My mom used to say girls talk behind other girl's back because they feel jealous of them," Nathaniel added making Kim and Max laugh.

„No, we're not jealous of Kagami. She sure is amazingly talented and all, but you know….her mother raised her to be all that what she is,"

„Just like Gabriel did with Adrien," Max mentioned.

„Is she actually allowed to have other friends like she has Yi?" Kim asked looking at the other side of the court seeing Kagami sit next to Yi, which looked at Kagami talking.

„She's here at the school. How can her mother see, what she's doing?" Nathaniel asked.

„Well uh she wouldn't see it anyway. She's blind," Alya mentioned making Kim look surprised.

„Really?"

„Wow and I thought Adrien had it complicated," Nathaniel added earning a nod from the athletic guy.

„Hey Marc are you feeling better now?" Marinette asked. „I've heard Steven apologized to you about what he did,"

„Yes I'm good, thanks" The boy in the red hoodie responded.

„Sorry I couldn't have helped you out," Nathaniel apologized making Marc smile a little.

„It's okay, you don't have to," Marc replied. „He learned his lesson now,"

„Yeah, some take one time. Others take more than one time," Kim stated.

„And others barely learn from their mistakes," Alya added making Kim nod.

„Where's Nino actually?" Kim questioned. „Is he chatting with Adrien?"

„Yes he spoke something about trying to talk to D'Argencourt about the fencing videos," Alya answered. „I think Adrien needs them for his new school,"

„Alright,"

Down at the stairs, Jin sat on them with Luka, which showed him on his smartphone a drabble, which Jin was looking at.

„The idea is making boy A go to the auditions to see the girl he likes play for the role as Juliett, then as she does her thing he begins to imagine himself in the play playing Romeo in a good way earning a kiss from her as Juliett making the whole audience clap. Soon as his daydream ends he sees boy B, which is another boy interested in the girl too, but he's obviously more talented than boy A, which gets sad as he sees him play for the role of Romeo. On his way home he sees them go together, which breaks his heart, then he remembers to ask the drama club teacher to give him a try to play for the role, then gets told he could try, maybe they would at least find a substitute for Romeo. The teacher still preferred boy B but gave him the role as Romeo's substitute. The boy A practiced at home his role as Romeo trying to improve, but he felt like he couldn't make it better so he gave up and watched from his house at the window sad the two main actors hug. One day before the act the girl asks boy A if he will see them play and he says something occurred and he can't show up and the girl said it would be so great to see him there, but he kept rejecting her offer cause he didn't want to break his own heart. On the night of the play, he still came and watched the play so the girl would be happy. Before the last act boy A went out feeling depressed, then the girl showed up to tell boy B got hurt and they needed a second Romeo. In the last scene boy A acted like a pro, then Romeo and Juliett kissed. Afterward, the thing was over boy A was going home neutrally and the girl appeared asking him why he didn't stay with the others. Boy A said he wasn't in a mood to be with people, then she offered to be with him making him blush, then they walked together away and deep on the end of the hills or road, whatever we get they share a kiss under the moon,"

„Sounds like a nice video. But how are you going to make it?" Jin questioned the raven-haired boy.

„One step after the other. First I need a few actors and someone who's responsible for the clothing, the makeup has taken my sister as usual,"

„And who will be the main character? You?"

„No," Luka answered watching Nathaniel pass in front of them along with Marc and Kim. „Hey, I could ask Nathaniel. He fits the role perfectly,"

„Oh really?"

„Nathaniel, have you got interest to play in my music video?" Luka asked watching Nathaniel shrug his shoulders.

„I'm not really good at acting" The redhead answered.

„You just have to be yourself in there,"

„Okay and what else do I have to do there besides that?"

„Hmm maybe kiss a girl," Luka added wrinkling his eyebrow making Nathaniel frown.

„Bad idea, that will have bad consequences. I'm…..a bad kisser,"

„Oh don't worry, we can have a lot of takes until we get a good one,"

„Uh I skip that," Nathaniel rejected Luka's offer making Luka shake his head.

„Okay, but the offer is set. You can think about it," Luka warned watching Nathaniel pass next to the stairs along with the boys.

„Maybe if you invite his crush to the video to play the role of the girl he might think about it" Jin suggested making Luka shrug his shoulders.

„Yes, except so far I know he doesn't have a crush on anyone here. Or one that's notable," Luka mentioned.

„You can't blame him, not all have one at the moment. Look at me,"

„You know it takes time to fall in love with someone, mostly when it's supposed to be a lasting feeling,"

„Is that why you're still interested in Marinette after all those months?" Jin asked.

„Well I have better chances with her now as Adrien Agreste isn't here anymore, but as long as she's still with her thoughts on him I just talk to her as a friend,"

„Hmm…." Jin murmured looking down at the court spotting Yi sitting on the bench together with Kagami, seeing Yi speaking at Kagami. „What do you think about Kagami? I feel like she would fit him well as a girlfriend?"

„Kagami?" Luka asked surprised earning a nod from the deskmate. „I believe she's isn't quite a good fit for him. She's too tough for him to handle,"

„Isn't that what he needs to get out of his comfort zone?"

„No, he needs to grow out of his shell. He wouldn't really handle Kagami's direct, tough girl personality good at all…...or at the start,"

„Okay, another idea?" Jin asked watching Luka point at the childhood friend of Jin. „Yi? But why her?" Jin asked spontaneously about Luka's suggestion.

„Are you jealous?" Luka asked changing his neutral face into a smirk.

„N….No. I just don't know…..if they're a good match you know. I don't want Yi to suffer, she's already suffering because of her father,"

„The video will take time and people to get made if Nathaniel and Yi were to be a thing I believe she would have already dealt with her mourn of his death by now,"

„She seems opener as she was before in my opinion. I don't remember seeing her paying attention to her listening to anyone the past days," Jin mentioned. „Perhaps yesterday her talk with Onyx made her clear, that she should talk about it instead?"

„What talk?" Luka asked making Jin shut his eyes at his careless word choice

„Uh….I saw it on the ladyblog posted by someone," Jin saved himself earning a nod from Luka.

„I haven't seen them yet,"

„Yeah erm….Alya showed me them" Jin added getting up from the stairs, then stepped on the ground of the court, seeing the two girls talk and Luka looked up at the Chinese-descendant boy.

„Where are you going?" The musician asked watching Jin walk towards the two girls on the bench. „Hi girls,"

„Hey Jin," The girls greeted one after the other.

„I uh came here to ask how you were doing" Jin mentioned looking at Yi. „I heard about yesterday…..came to see how you feeling,"

„I'm feeling good" Yi responded. „Onyx was really nice towards me,"

„Great to hear that"

„Yes," Yi added watching Jin roll his eyes away to think about how to continue the conversation. „Well….uh how's school going? Making good grades?"

„So far I have only got one exam back. Not much happened during class,"

„Yes makes sense…..hey….if you have trouble at the school, I can help you out if you want,"

„No, it's alright. I don't want to bother you. We have two years difference. When I need help I ask our teacher or someone from my class,"

„Oh okay," Jin answered. „Well…..I'm going back to Luka. I'm wondering about the rest of his story," Jin said earning a nod from Yi and walked back to Luka, making Kagami smirk and look at Yi.

„Your friend's interested in you" Kagami mentioned.

„He's just worried about me. He's just trying to be kind to me.

„Well, he seemed like he had other plans in mind,"

„Come Kagami, you don't know Jin as I do," Yi mentioned watching a dark-blonde girl approach him making him smile warmly. „….At least the old one,"

„Okay, no more words" Kagami finished taking her smartphone out to look at it,

Yi looked up at the surroundings then spotted Lila Rossi pass in front of them and Yi looked at the time on Kagami's smartphone, then back at the girl, which walked to the bench near the wardrobes, then saw her sit down and take out her smartphone with a sigh.

At the same time, Marc and Nathaniel sat under the stairs around a sheet of paper trying to draw a giant monster on it. Nathaniel sighed dropping his pencil on the ground, followed by Marc which sighed at the break.

„This is the 7th time we stopped. How am I supposed to know, how he should look like?" Marc questioned the redhead.

„I have no idea either. I know how it looks like in my head but bringing it onto paper is hard. It's like I've been dreaming of something and then when I want to tell it someone, I forget it," „How about you try to write it down how he looks according to you?" Marc asked. „You know, with words?"

„You know I'm not very good at details…...you know with words,"

„Just make it a drabble. You can always re-edit it later" Marc suggested earning a nod from Nathaniel, which turned around the sheet then wrote down five words as Marc glanced over the boy's shoulder watching him do so. Nathaniel's pencil broke, then Marc moved away to pick his case looking for the sharpener, then handed it out to Nathaniel, which used it.

„Thanks,"

„You're welcome" Marc responded, then looked aside to spot Lila Rossi sat all by herself on the bench waiting for the classes to start. „Hey Nathaniel. What's the name of that girl over there," Marc mentioned seeing Nathaniel watch at the Italian exchange student and frown.

„That's Lila," Nathaniel answered. „My desk mate and also the girl, that lied about certain things,"

„And why did she lie? Did she say that?"

„What did she say again? Uhm she was afraid people wouldn't like her and that she doesn't know why she's doing that. She has always done that," Nathaniel answered. „She did a big mistake and now almost everyone hates her,"

„Ouch" Marc lamented. „Maybe she was afraid people wouldn't like her real her and make fun of her or something. Like with us,"

„How?" Nathaniel asked. „She's gorgeous. Everyone would befriend her anyway,"

„If she hadn't lied before, but she did and why? Because she was afraid,"

„I get it. It's just weird, not all girls that are good-looking are soft on the inside," Nathaniel pointed out.

„So are you. You're good-looking and kind-hearted too," Marc pointed out making Nathaniel furrow his eyebrows.

„You think I'm good-looking?" Nathaniel asked surprised making Marc turn a little red.

„Erm…..uhm…..o….of course! Why not?"

„Hey thanks. The only person to have ever called me good-looking was my mother," Nathaniel pointed out.

„Y...you're welcome," Marc responded seeing Nathaniel look at Lila, then Nathaniel looked back at his friend.

„Uh shall we do something with her?" The redhead asked.

„Ask her to join us" The raven-haired boy suggested, making Nathaniel glance at the brunette girl. „Me?"

„You sit next to her. You know more or less what's up. Just tell her you…..thought about her words and want to give her a chance,"

„Okay, wish me luck, " Nathaniel noticed getting up from the ground to talk at Lila, then he stopped in front of her, rolling his eyes down wondering, what to say. „Hey" Nathaniel began watching Lila look up at him, then look down at the floor.

„Are you here to know something?" Lila asked neutrally watching Nathaniel sit down on the bench.

„I was thinking about…..no I and Marc were there together trying to figure out how to draw something for my comic and saw you here. We were wondering if you would like to hang out with us in the break?" Nathaniel suggested.

„You know I don't have it good with the drawing as you two do," Lila answered.

„I know, but uh…..Marc writes stories and fanfics….and other stuff with words. Besides we don't really do that every break, we sometimes talk to about school, our hobbies, and all that. Come join us,"

„Thanks for your offer, Nathaniel. I don't feel like I belong there,"

„Oh…." Nathaniel responded looking at Marc, which pointed at Lila ordering the boy to insist. „But….you can't know that if you never try,"

„What exactly do you mean?"

„Well uh…..we could all get to know each other about our school lives our pasts and all that. Maybe we find all something we got in common?" Nathaniel suggested, then the school bell rang and Marc got up and ran towards the two desk mates.

„Nathaniel told me you were afraid when you lied to everyone here. We know how it is to be the minority and not have many people to be interested in you to be befriended with," „Exactly…..,"

„We definitely have some things in common, we just need to know what, " Marc told the girl. „We know how it feels to be alone,"

„I do a lot," Nathaniel admitted earning a nod from the raven-haired boy.

„I have to go back to classes. Bring her out on our next break," Marc asked earning a nod from the redhead.

„Sure, you're going to stay over midday here anyway, right?" Nathaniel asked earning a nod from the brunette. „Oh well…..okay I try to come earlier to school. My mom is at home and promised to serve Kaiserschmarrn for Lunch,"

„What's your mother's job?" Lila asked curious. „If I may ask?"

„Air traffic controller," Nathaniel responded. „She's not quite often at home as usual you know" Nathaniel explained making Lila smile a little.

„So Marc was right about that you knew how it is to be alone,"

„Well, she tries her best to be at home. When she's off the work or is home at the same time as I, I see her more. Sometimes we go visit my grandfather at the retirement home,"

„Interesting, what about your dad?" Lila asked making Nathaniel shrug his shoulders.

„I never saw him be honest. My mom also doesn't like to talk about him and neither do I,"

„Oh I didn't want to bother you with that,"

„It's okay," Nathaniel responded, then watched the classmates approach, then he got up and opened the door of the wardrobe, looking at Lila, which had mirrored him and entered into the female wardrobe. Nathaniel entered into the men wardrobe followed by Nino and Ivan, which had arrived first with the exception of the redhead.

[inkstainedfanfics]

Steve Rogers Drabble

“You ready for the best movie ever?”

Steve falls onto his couch right next to you, raising an arm so you can cuddle up against him and lowering it around you when you finally stop squirming. It’s movie night at your apartment, and tonight he’s showing you his favorite movie from the thirties. You don’t think you’ll like it if the plot summary is correct, but you adore your chance to cuddle with Steve.

Or, really, to show Steve any affection. The only time you see him outside of your own job, these bi-monthly date nights, and his saving the world is at the tower, and the threat of your dad walking in at any moment ruins any chance of interacting outside of ways that can be waved away as work-related. It was your idea to keep the relationship hidden; the last thing you need is to have your dad know your boyfriend works with him and constantly puts himself in danger. You have enough to worry about, you don’t need to worry about your own dad embarrassing you.

You push away the thoughts of him, intent on enjoying the date instead of just worrying about Coulson.

“This had better not be a waste of my time, Rogers.” You tease, resting your hand on his muscled stomach and sliding your other arm under his back.

“I promise you,” he says, grabbing the remote, “it will be better than any other movie ever shown to you.” He glances down at you as the TV slowly comes to life. “Comfortable?”

You snuggle closer to him and rest your head against his chest. “Very.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Now prepare to be amazed.”

The movie begins with a woman walking through a bar, boa trailing behind her, smoky air obscuring her face as music swells around her. You watch the spy movie unfold before you in a slow-moving plot that somehow still has Steve excited and whispering facts about the actors and warnings about what to pay attention to. His absolute giddiness at the movie makes you smile and nod and pretend to be enjoying it.

You curl your legs up when the movie ends, earning Steve’s attention as he laughs at the tiny ghosts dotted over your sweatpants.

He pokes one of them with his free hand. “When did you get these?”

“A store somewhere a while ago,” you say, closing your eyes as the movie’s credits roll.

Steve snorts. “Thanks for giving me almost no answer.”

You shrug. “I don’t remember everything, I do remember, though,” you push yourself away from him, “that someone promised to kiss me if I sat through the entire movie.”

Steve’s grin widens. “I did promise that, didn’t I?”

You nod. “And I’m here to collect.”

He leans back and stretches his arms over the back of the couch. “First the most important question: did you like the movie?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead choosing to scoot toward him again. “I liked it, but not nearly as much as I like you.”

He laughs. “What did you think of Jack?”

You thin your lips. “Intriguing and amazing. Now will you kiss me?”

“What about-“ By this point, you can tell he’s teasing you. The grin on his face is a little too big and his expression a little too mischievous to be serious.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Rogers.”

He raises his eyebrows but sits up, hand sliding under your chin. “If you so desperately want me to.”

Steve tangles his other hand in your hair and leans closer.

He freezes when a voice sounds from across the room. “I’m not sure I want you to.”

Your heart beats two more time then stops as you process the voice. Oh no. No, you have to be wrong.

Steve slowly turns, facing your dad, who currently stands at the doorway to your living room, arms crossed over his chest, strict expression covering his face, but you can see the way his eyes are a little wider than usual.

Your face is an oven as Steve untangles his hand from your hair and slides back, separating the two of you by a full cushion.

“Coulson, uh, sir,” he starts, “We were just-“.

Coulson holds up a hand. “I don’t think I want to know anything.”

You shake your head as he stares at the space between you and Steve. “Dad, what the hell are you doing? Why…” You stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and wishing the entire situation was a dream you could wake up from. How do you move on from something like this?

“I thought you might want dinner tonight with me. I see now that that’s not plausible.”

Steve starts to interrupt, but Coulson just stops him.

“Have fun, tonight. I’ll leave the Chinese.”

“Dad.” You call out as he leaves, feeling guilty.

He pops his head back in but ignores you, focusing on Steve. “And Rogers, if you hurt her,” he pauses, considering Steve’s talents, and sighs, “just don’t. I don’t need the hassle of finding the right agent to dispatch you.” He glances back at you, smile tight. “Have fun.”

Then he leaves you and Steve in peace.

You drop your head back and groan. “That was not supposed to happen that way.”

Steve moves to your side, wrapping his arm around you again. “On the bright side, I can kiss you all I want at the tower, now.”