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autumnalfallingleaves · 1 month ago

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I'm off from work, I've done my grad school readings for the day, so I'm HERE, I'm QUEER, and I've got TRAILER ANALYSIS TO SHARE, so let's fuckin' go.

(Putting this under a cut because it got. Long. Lol.)

Going to, first off, do this chronologically in how it shows up in the trailer.

On first blush this appears to be our Eva, but I don't think it is-- peep the backpack, and the fact that this is taking place in the forest. Instead, I think this is Eight! She's more prepared because Muthr sent her out with actual supplies and such, and because we're solidly out of the forest at the end point of s1, and I don't we'll be coming back here with Eva in the same outfit and, furthermore, her looking this well-scrubbed. Hero for WondLa does imply to the reader that all the Evas all wear the same clothes and have the same outfits (Eva being confused why there is, seemingly, a video of her life out of place when she first visits New Attica), and the show seems to be continuing that. This is probably a flashback!

(Watched a second more and I'm going to confidently say this is Eight-- see the funky little bit in her eyebrow? Our Eva doesn't have that, but a modern-day shot of Eight does. Also the video quality isn't great but she doesn't appear to have the little freckle to the lower right of her nose that our Eva does.)

(Also, like, fuck Cadmus, man)

Here's New Attica-- I'm not surprised that this is the artistic direction they've gone with for the city, but I'm kinda disappointed. I really love the funky sorta-steampunk-sorta-not vibes the books have for this. It's interesting that the fashion looks kiiiiiinda futuristic 1950s? Lots of plasticky pastels, which is kind of neat and a good way to further juxtapose this to the Orbona Eva has encountered. Not a ton of greenery, which does make sense. Also interesting is that the ship has landed in a contained space within the city-- where are the Toilers? Do they still exist in this continuity, and will they pop up at an unexpected time-- the grime upon which the city sits on and is truly? This New Attica is very diverse, though, which I appreciate.

This being our intro to Eight cracks me up-- what on good Earth are you doing 😭

Here's Eva's New Attica makeover-- again, disappointed but not surprised. I wanted the over-the-top thing the Gens make Eva wear in the book 😭

HOWEVER, this is kind of interesting to me? This dress is a pretty, gaudy thing that isn't practical at all, especially since Eva's more comfortable running around in the forest than she is in a city. It's weird on her, and not just fashion-wise. It doesn't fit her at all, and really puts into perspective how much she doesn't fit in here. She also hasn't done anything with her hair-- I'm interested if whoever dressed her up (Gen? Hopefully?) has a much more extravagant hairdo. (Also, like, I headcanon show!Eva as soft-butch, so this would feel extra-weird to her in this case.)

Eight, the woman herself! I do like how they've aged Eva's face and actually gave her similar vibes to how she appears in the books. Kudos. She's got that notch in her eyebrow that I noted earlier, so it's not a cosmetic thing-- interesting to see the tiny mutations in the Eva DNA. She's also wearing a similar outfit to the one I gave her in my speculations, so go me :) (Someone remind me to post the sketches I did some day...)

Eva has her hair in a longer braid, which is interesting-- moving closer to the hairstyle she sports in the books, perhaps? (Hopefully?)

ughughugh It's so plasticky and it gives me the creeps and that might be intentional? So second kudos :)

Oof, this one's gotta hurt (and it creeps me out lol)

mmmmmm I don't know how I feel about this. This gives Cadmus a sympathetic aspect-- he wants to care for his people, guys, don't blame him for expanding New Attica!!! But, Cadmus in the books just wants to expand NA because he feels like humans still own the planet, which doesn't feel like a cop-out like this does? The divine-mandate thingy the books has interests me more. Although, if the show instead goes the route of "there's plenty of food, Cadmus is just manufacturing scarcity to justify his expansion", I might reconsider.

So, this one's a quick shot, but whoof there's some stuff here.

1- this is maybe the Chamber of Historic Thought? Book!Cadmus had holographs of famous figures of the past, so I'm interested in whether or not that carries over.

2- Those are Orbonian species in the background-- zooming in, I see a turnfin on the far left, something I can't identify to the turnfin's right, Rovender?? Is that fucking Rovender?? LET MY MAN GO YOU ASS, and, from coloration, I'd say that's Otto, with Eva hiding under him. Maybe Cadmus is using these guys as illustrations of all that is "wrong" with the current Orbona? He probably barred Rovender and Otto from entering the city proper and captured them instead, like in the book.

If they don't call it the Vitae Virus Generator in the show I'm gonna yell guys, I'm gonna yell. (Interesting to note that the generator echoes show!Ojo's design, which I do appreciate. The book showed the generator with the eye crest of the Ojos, so that's a nice continuation.)

When I first watched the trailer this morning, I thought this was Lacus-- looking now, this might be the Heart of the Forest? We've got some Even Weirder plants than what we've seen prior, plus some tendrily things coming up from the water. The Mother, perhaps? Also, Cadmus knows about Eva's powers, which is Not Good.

Meh, the book's WarBots were cooler :/ Also the authoritons look like B2s from Star Wars, which does make me giggle.

HI LET'S LOOK AT THIS. Our newly-escaped crew, I'd guess. Eva and Rovender are atop Otto, and I'm gonna guess that's Eight to the far right. Dude in the middle, though?

Fairly certain that's Hailey! (he's got a funny headband :) )

But where's Huxley and Nadaeu and Vanpa :( (I know he's not with the escaped group in the book, but, like, where's the old man

Fairly certain this is a flashback with Eight's Sanctuary group! It probably goes with the first shot in the trailer.

Faunus! It's being attacked, though, so that really isn't good. It also looks like Eva has picked up a Cærulean kid and is booking it, which, good on her.

A better shot of Faunus, which oughhhh it looks exactly like the books <3

MUNTRUNNERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also that's Rovender in the front and it looks like they're being attacked by a warbot so Yikes 😬 Also now wondering if we're going to get a flashback to why Orbonians don't like/fear humans? If so, is this a part of it? Has Rovender encountered humans before Eva? If this is present-day, I'd bet it's a prelude to Faunus being attacked.

Wait, no, those are the Evas on Otto in the back, not a flashback

1- No idea who the one in the front is but I like her design

2- I think that's Rovender on the gurney thing? I'd assumed it was Nadaeu at first, but, looking closer, it appears to be Rovender. Probably the rescue from Hero, but transposed over to the show and with Rovender in Nadaeu's place.

So I remember seeing this thing in some concept art, but I was initially so confused because this doesn't seem like any book event at first. I was taking a closer look, and there appears to be an air whale skeleton in the back and poor Rovender's out fuckin' cold, and then it hit me-- this might be floatazoan, show edition; they did swarm Eva and Rovender at the skeleton in Hero, and this thingy has the general head shape of floaters, once you think about it. Also. The teeth. Augh.

Again, I watched the trailer super quick before I left for work this morning, so I thought this was Rovender at first. I don't think it is? Different outfit, for one, and different colored plumage. Perhaps an elder-- Soth or Antiquus, maybe.

Also. Fambly <3

Rovender's not looking too hot in that first shot (Nadaeu treatment...) but ough this is reminding me of the possibility of getting the "You are my WondLa" bit from the end of Hero and like,,, that's gonna make me cry if we do get it,,,

#wondla #wondla show #wondla season 2 #eva nine #rovender kitt #hailey turner #eva eight #beans rambles #interesting changes and kind of disappointing in the art department but i will still watch tbh #april 25th!! im going to be losing my shit once more!!#also augh i need to get my tablet set back up so i can draw stuff...

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sneakboots · 11 months ago

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I love my butch lesbian they/she wifey 🩷

#eva eight #shitpost #wondla #wondla series

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athenaluciscaelum · 1 month ago

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Note: @pandapenguinnn thank you for making this request. As I said, even though I have lots of criticism with the new Netflix DMC series, I would like to explore even this alternative of Dante. That being said I hope you enjoy reading this and I did justice to your request. I think I took a few liberties but only where nothing was specified.

Best Friends

Let's Rock!

Pairing: Netflix Dante x GN Reader

Rated: General

Words: 3009 words

Warning: very lil gore and child abuse

Disclaimer:

Feel free to leave comments, but remember to be nice and civil.

Dante's life, to say the least, was unfortunate. After the demons attacked the Sparda Mansion located in Red Grave, in the suburbs and very secluded suburbs of New York. Dante was a scared eight-year-old child. He was crying as he came out of the closet. The whole mansion was burnt down...but somehow the structure and the closet remained intact; Eva's body lay lifeless in the living room...and Vergil was nowhere to be found, presumed dead. Dante was in shock, sitting near his mother's lifeless body... The mansion behind a forest strip was isolated and cut away from most of the society. What was supposed to be a safe haven turned into ashes. Dante soon felt the hunger, cold and loneliness. He stood up, not thinking much...deep in pain and sorrow...walking into the forest...he kept walking and walking and walking. He doesn't even remember how long he has been walking ...but soon he reached a place... There was one store in a rather isolated area. Dante sneaks in... with no money... his only option was to steal...as he tries to steal some food... a man grabs his arms and raises his hand to strike... Dante quickly blocks himself and strikes him back, his strength too much, making the man stumble and fall against the rows of racks. Dante takes the opportunity, picking and running away with the stolen food... He gets by for a few weeks by stealing, pickpocketing, trying to find food from trash and living in an abandoned place.

Soon he was found by some organisation workers; Dante was taken into the government custody and taken to New York, where he was handed to the Child Care Service. Dante was a tough nut to crack. He was a beautiful child with peculiar white hair and those icy blue eyes. His family were quick to take him in and even consider adopting him.

Dante was happy with the idea of being loved and accepted again. His new foster family was a couple in their thirties with two of their own biological sons. Dante tried to be a nice kid and fit in; he didn't want to end up on the streets, cold and hungry. But in his foster home, Dante was daily mocked and bullied by his foster siblings, which was brushed off by their foster parents as 'kids being kids'. Dante had nightmares every night...making him cry and scream for his mother every night. At first, his foster mother was attentive to him, but after a week, she was irritated to the point of shouting and cursing at him. Dante felt his heart drop as she shouted at him; his unparalleled strength also made him subject to punishment, as he would continuously break dishes and furniture. But he tried to keep his sorrow and anger in; he tried to fit in. He was miserable; the last straw came when one day, as his foster siblings were bullying him, he pushed one of them, unaware of his own strength... The boy broke a few bones. He swore on his dead mother it was not intentional, but the heavy hand striking his cheeks heated and red made him angry beyond the point. He pushed back, causing more damage than intended, leaving more than one family member with broken bones and no more. Dante's foster mother cursed at him as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "He is a demon child; no doubt his mother and brother are dead! I'm sure he is the problem!"

Dante was labelled as a problem and violent child. He was sent to the orphanage. By now he was nine. Dante felt lonely and unwanted and hoped to escape the orphanage each day. But it provided food and shelter. So he stayed.

Soon he was enrolled in school when he was ten, and there he met you. The kindest child among all the bullies. You came up to him in the class and sat beside him; he looked lonely. You asked sweetly, "Hey, do you want to play?" Dante looked away out of the window and answered, "No." You blinked and spoke confused, "Why not? Let's go..." Dante huffed, "No one likes me; you won't either. Everyone hates me eventually." You blinked your cute eyes and spoke amused, "Why? And hate is a bad word." Dante looked at you, and he felt warmth? He blushed and spoke sadly, "Because I hurt everybody...that's what they say...that I even hurt my own mother..." You looked at him confused, "That's so dumb..." Dante laughed and said, "Isn't dumb a bad word too?" You put your finger on your lips and shush, "Don't tell my mom."

You and Dante were playing during recess; after a while, you pulled out your appetising lunch of a sandwich, juice, trail mix and fruits. Dante sat with you quietly on the grass. You looked at him, "Are you not hungry?" Dante shook his head, "I have nothing to eat." Your eyes go wide, "What!!!???"

From that day, you made sure to pack Dante lunch each day; your mom might not agree to it. So you took it upon yourself. It was your duty to feed Dante. You shared your games with him, you both listened to new music from your iPod, and you both studied together, though Dante was terrible at it. Not because he was not intelligent. It was just that he was much of a rebel. He had a different way to approach things, which didn't fit in with conventional class learning. You too shared all about each other's lives. So you knew everything he knew about himself. All the guilt he had, and with time, you were able to reassure him that his mother's death was not his fault and he was just a child. You spoke like the ten-year-old you were. You spoke, drinking your juice from a straw in a trying to be mature way, "You were just eight, a child; we can't properly tie shoelaces; your mother said to stay safe, so focus on honouring her wish, okay?" And it all clicked for Dante.

Dante didn't stay in the orphanage system for long. He left the orphanage by twelve and started to visit Bobby Cellar to become a handyman... whatever one will hire him for. He will do; he just does not want to care. Everyone laughed at him at first. A seven-foot man walked up to him, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder. Dante effortlessly threw him across the cellar to the wall with an arrogant smile. He spoke coolly, "Anything else?" Enzo was first to squirm up to him, "Lil buddy, you want a job? I will give you a job...we are in for a long haul. I can't see…lifetime partnership!" Dante's first few jobs were in different groups. He was protecting someone, keeping an eye on the cop for some gang or petty theft. He never lost connection with you. You were his best friend after all, but your parents were now against you seeing him for obvious reasons. But you will meet him. You guys will meet in an abandoned apartment he came to occupy, filling it with a stolen leather couch, some mattresses, bedding, and a jukebox he got all from second-hand stores or scrapyards. You gave him an earful for stealing. You will hang out in his 'place' a lot. Sometimes, you two will be singing karaoke at the top of your lungs, dancing to the jukebox, and playing on the arcade he promised he didn't steal. Sometimes it will be quiet; you will be reading him a story, telling him about your day at school, sharing your school books and knowledge with him. Dante to your surprise, likes math and somewhat physics – something about knowing how guns go bam! Or how he can modify his motorcycle himself got him going. Dante was also thankful that you brought him real food and sometimes cooked on the little stove he got in his apartment. He will find himself looking at you. He will be admiring you. And then refused to accept internally that there is anything more than friendship. As a twelve-year-old, it was eww, right? You both will walk hand in hand and tease each other; he will put a strand of hair behind your ear, or he will pick a random trinket for you from his missions. You both tried every pizza place in the town.

Your parents found out about you meeting Dante when you were sixteen. They saw you walking with Dante holding hands with him. You were explicitly told to never see Dante again. You were grounded and chaperoned everywhere. It was the death of your social life. To think from their perspective, their teenage child was hanging out with a person labelled as mercenary, stayed a few nights in lockups, and is known to be bad news. The last thing they wanted was for Dante to get their hands on their precious child. But Dante wasn't one to budge. He would crawl up to your room at night. You both will talk about each other's day, keeping your voices really low, or he will even go to the library just to see you. Dante was now more in the sphere of taking an actual demon job and wanted to keep you at arm's length. Not wanting to seize friendship but also trying not to be seen in public together. He would now look at you in a totally different light. Your lips looked so soft, your skin so warm and your scent so strong. But you didn't change your perfume. To his lack of awareness...the strange mix of his raging teen hormones and demonic heritage mingling to drive him more and more crazy about his only comfort in the world.

Dante tried to brush these feelings off...it was you, his best friend. But he would still hold your hand longer after all; you were so clumsy, or press you a little more into a tighter hug. After all, he should give you a good hug; you were best friends. Or making sure you dated no one, to think Dante can't let his best friend fall for a wrong person. Dante was just being a best friend. Yeah, right? Wrong

He can't keep this up when, at night, he woke up sweating and feeling something akin to his first 'heat' and could only think of you. Like what will your body feel like pressed against him while cuddling, or how your lips will feel on his cheek or how his fingers will feel kneading your soft curves? Dante snapped, looking at the broken mirror, throwing splashes of cold water in his face. No! No! He kept saying himself. He tried to entertain the idea of dating someone else, but it made him feel like throwing up.

It was your last year of high school. So you were busy preparing for your finals and applying to college. Dante kept looking at you as you were deep in papers and books and libraries while studying or filling out applications. Dante spoke, "Y/N, isn't all this boring?" You shook your head, "No, it's actually what I want from life." Dante thought, "Life, huh? What else do you want from life? Not a dashing boyfriend like me?" You swatted his shoulder, "You are such a tease," and rolled your eyes. Dante held your chin and turned your face. "Look at me..." You were surprised, flustered and stuttering, "D-D-Dante!" Everyone in the library looked at you, and you were more embarrassed now.

As you two walked home. You were too embarrassed to address what happened in the library, and Dante was not sure how much he should push you. Dante's hands were stuffed in his trench coat pocket; he broke the silence, "Wanna come over to my place to play video games?" You shook your head and spoke a little stressed, "Dante...I have an entrance test for a university lined up soon..." Dante looked sad; he spoke unsure, "Will you leave New York?" You thought, "Hopefully not if I got into college here. But I have applied in quite a lot ...so my first choice is to stay in New York, but if that doesn't happen ..." Dante frowned and took your hand... He pulled you and spoke urgently, "Come with me!" You asked him, amused and with a grin on your face, "To where..." Dante spoke smiling, looking back at you as he brought you to his motorcycle, "To relax, stress and important exams aren't a good mix!" Dante took you for a long and calming ride in the evening as the sun was going down. He left you home like a gentleman by 09:00PM.

A few weeks later, at 09:00AM in the morning, you rushed into Dante's apartment without knocking and shook his sleeping form with a grin on your face, "Dante! Dante! I'm staying in New York; I got into college here! I will just be moving out of my parents house! But I'm not going away..." Dante hugged you tight and pulled you into his bed; your smile faded and was replaced with uncertainty as you lay with him in his bed. You both are facing each other...you spoke unsure, "Dante...." Dante rubbed his nose against your nose, "Congratulations, Y/N." You pulled away and sat up on his bed. You didn't look happy; you were conflicted. Dante's heart sank...did he fuck up? Dante was trying to find words, but none came out, "I-I-I-I." You sighed, hanging your legs from bed... You spoke hesitantly, "I have lots of preparations to do...so I will see you around...this is my new apartment address...I'm moving in by tonight." You quickly put your jacket back on and ran out of the door. Dante puts his head in his hands and curses himself, "I'm such an idiot..."

At night, you lay in your new apartment bed feeling dizzy ...you remember the proximity with Dante, and it makes your head spin...last night you were out late without your jacket on, and it was really freezing cold. This didn't help your physical health as well. You felt sick...you tried to brush it off as a common cold and kept pushing yourself. It was a bad idea. You are badly sick now and bedridden for a week. You didn't even have the strength to go to your phone and ask for help. Or didn't want to ask for help. You were somehow making yourself microwaved food and passing by.

For Dante, it was hell. He thought he lost you over a silly mistake. He was on the edge for the week, with no furniture left unbroken, no demon life spared, and no person who tried to flirt with him not scared away with a glare. Dante had enough... He found the piece of paper in his apartment that has your new apartment address on it... He ran and jumped roof over roof to make it to the given address as quickly as possible... He got on the door, jumping from the roof to the staircase, and banged on the door. Dante shouted, "Open up, Y/N, I know I'm a pain in the ass, but we are best friends; please do not abandon me like this... you are all I got, and I..." He paused, "I love you..." He was tired and sat against your door on the porch... You slowly stood up to open your door, covered in a blanket and coughing. But the door came down on itself. Your voice was weak but unsurprised, "Dante, I was sick, not ignoring you... Just come in." Dante looked at you; his heart dropped. You looked so pale, frail and gloomy. He liked you full of colour, energetic and smiling. He quickly gathered you in his arms and settled you on the bed. Your room was in the worst condition. This was so painful to him, as you were the person who always lectures him about keeping himself clean. It dawned upon him how ill you must be and how much toll it took on your body. He was angry as well...as you didn't try to call and reach out for help. Dante checked your temperature; it was 103.5° F. If you weren't so ill, he would have shaken your whole body for being such a dumb ass. Dante didn't know much about caring for a sick person since he never got sick. But he saw in movies that you are supposed to put a wet towel on an ill person's forehead to bring down temperature. He did exactly that as you were asleep. He couldn't exactly cook, so he ordered some soup and porridge for you. Also, he ran down to the pharmacist to get you medications and cough drops. When you woke up, he brought a bowl of soup to bed, which was followed by medication. Dante was upset and spoke one word, "Why?" You sniffle, "Because I thought I should be independent. I didn't want my parents to think I can't take care of myself, so I didn't tell them. I didn't tell you because I ...." Dante sighed, "You don't have to reply positively, you know... Just let me be your best friend... Forget it... Rest for now... If you aren't well by night... I'm taking you to the doctor."

You nodded, realising this conversation needed you both to be fit. By the next morning, you felt much better; Dante was sleeping on the couch... You poked his cheeks to wake him up. He grinned, his beautiful sleepy face so perfect in the morning. You can get used to waking up to this. Dante smiled, his hand on your forehead, then on your cheek, "Hmmm...your temperature is normal...are you feeling okay?" You smiled, "Well...I'm standing…" Dante stood up to make you some eggs and toast. You held his hand, your forehead against his ripped and dreamboat of a chest. Your fingers intertwined with his, he froze.

You summoned your courage, "Dante... I love you too…."

#dante devil may cry #dante sparda #devil may cry #dmc dante #dante #dante x reader #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry 3 manga #athena speaks #fantiction #netflix devil may cry #netflix dante

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lateatnewyork · 4 months ago

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SECRETS…? | 001

pairing: minho x reader

warnings: suggestive, ooc?

info: same as first part except i’ve finished season two so it’s more accurate now. but it is adapted to suit the narrative

part zero | part one

a/n guess who was rotting in bed all day watching season two 😀 guess who threw the tv remote because she was mad there were only eight episodes 😔 guess who lost the tv remote 😞🔫

k.i.s.s crew

yurine: bbq tonight meet at the front of block d baby 💗: is this necessary baddest eva: cant wait! kitkat added stella yurine added juju bean stella: might be a bit late juju bean: all good baddest eva: i’ll text you the address

we reached the barbecue place and i can see minho with q and dae, so i drag kitty with me and we walk with them.

once stella has arrived we all sit, i blush when minho pulls out a chair for me and sits beside me; kitty gives me a cheeky smile from across the table which causes me to blush harder.

yuri starts goving a toast and my eyes stray to minho, who’s standing near dae in all his beauty.

from afar i admire his jawline, that seems soft enough to kiss yet sharp enough to cut me. my eyes drift upwards straying towards his hair which somehow falls perfectly and i smile when he laughs.

our eyes lock and i choke on air; q looks at me concerned and asks me if i’m ok.

“yeah just a hiccup” i deflect; i can hear minho’s laugh and i can tell he’s staring over at me smirking and shaking his stupidly beautiful head.

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ynlover what is that caption 😀 user87 idec abt the caption shes so fine minhom ur so bad at barbecuing ➥ theynln SHUT UP UR NOT ANY BETTER kittysongcovey and no creds to me 😞 i basically took that photo ➥ theynln IM SORRY IM SORRY quincyshebazian face card so insane i could forget that you almost choked ➥ theynln stop this bullying madness yuri TONIGHT WAS SO FUN ➥ theynln YES WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN user31 in another life im a 16 year old with a super famous friend group with insane face cards

i’m about to close my instagram and step out to head back to campus when i hear stella and kitty.

“hey kitty, you’re friends with minho right?” i hear stella’s sickly sweet voice carry to where i’m standing.

“yeah” kitty hesitantly says.

“do you think you could give me his number, we were talking a bunch tonight and i think i’m gonna ask him out,” she says; my jaw tightens and i get the urge to punch her.

“i’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend,” kitty says forcing a smile.

“are you sure? or is it because yn has a crush on him,” stella’s voice isn’t the nice calming one anymore, it’s almost angry?

my thoughts are cut off when someone grabs my wrist from behind.

“what are you doing?” minho says as he spins me around, causing me to collide with his chest.

“nothing,” i say quickly my eyes flitting from his eyes to his lips.

said lips slowly curve into a smirk; “if i could i would kiss you senseless right now,”.

i gulp, flushed. then his body isn’t shielding me from the world anymore and he’s dragging me outside.

i whine “minho you can’t just say that,”

i’d already forgotten about stella when minho’s arm was in mine.

minho and q walked kitty, stella and i back to our dorms. i’m about to head inside with kitty and stella when minho pulls me back out.

“yes i’ll call you before i go to bed-” my words are cut off when minho pulls me into a knee weakening kiss; my fingers cling onto his coat while his arms encircle around my waist encasing me in his warm embrace.

when his lips leave mine my eyes are still shut reeling from the kiss.

“what was that for?” i cringe at how breathy my voice sounds and hide my face in his chest.

his finger hooks underneath my chin and forces me to look into his eyes.

“i told you i was going to kiss you senseless,” he chuckles.

i giggle and slap his chest, “good night, i love you,”

“i love you too darling,” he places another peck on my lips and walks off with q, who’s making some gagging noise. shaking my head i walk into my dorm.

“well that was disgusting,” kitty says.

“what?”

“you guys are disgustingly in love,” juliana adds.

i blush and head to my room to change, coming out i see stella come up to me.

“you and minho are really cute together” her voice is back to being annoyingly sweet.

“thanks,” i say forcing a smile, “do you want some tea?”

stella shakes her head and walks into her room.

a/n guus im only motivated cos of minho pls sang heon’s so fine sorry it’s so short

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evangelical04 · 1 year ago

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A Single Daffodil || 1

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 2.7K

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: parental trauma, sibling trauma, toxic parents, unrequited love, explicit language, alcohol usage, yoongi's kind of mean, future smut

Author's Note: hello! i'm Eva and this is my first fic on tumblr ever! I've been a reader for so long and I've always wanted to write my own stories, so I figured I finally would. I know it’s kind of short but I promise the other parts will be longer. Please give me any feedback you have and let me know if you'd like there to be a tag list or anything! I hope you guys like it!! p.s. I'm totally posting this instead of doing my morphology homework that's due in 15 minutes

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The door to your childhood home looked artificially welcoming. There were too many flowers lining the walls encasing the looming wooden door. The grass on the lawn just was a bit too green without a blade out of place and the paved walkway was freshly powerwashed and missing even a speck of dirt. You let out the deep breath you were holding and gently took hold of the overly ornate bronze knocker adorning the painted wood of the door. Two loud thuds rang out as you knocked and the door quickly opened afterwards.

“Hello, Miss Y/N, your parents have been expecting you.”

“Yes, I know. Thank you, Mrs. Oh,” you responded quietly, nodding at the grey-haired woman. She shot you a sympathetic smile before ushering you in, taking your coat and carefully laying it over her arm. After removing your shoes, you followed her past the foyer to the living room where your parents awaited.

You knew what was coming, you knew that this had been decided long before you were born. Yet, you still felt unprepared. You had grown comfortable, living in your simple apartment in Gangnam and your quiet work routine. Biting your lip, you reprimanded yourself internally, You should’ve brought this shit up in therapy before it happened.

“Here we are, Miss Y/N,” Mrs. Oh said, snapping you out of your self-pity session. You nodded gratefully at her, sending a small smile her way. Her eyebrows wove together in her own pity-ridden expression and she quickly whispered, “Good luck,” while exiting swiftly. You steeled your nerves and forced your chin up high, knowing that you’d most likely cower inwards as soon as you faced your parents anyway.

Stepping into the room, you noted the almost intervention-like setup your parents had arranged themselves in, with your father sitting proudly in his reclining, leather armchair, clad in a dark blue quarter zip and khaki pants. Your mother stood facing the fireplace, arms crossed, in a simple and elegant turquoise dress and hair tied up in a tight and neat bun, with her baby hairs smoothed back to prevent any imperfection. You could almost imagine her pinched mouth, forever encased in a stern and unamused expression.

“Hello father, mother,” you started, trying to smooth the slight trembling in your voice. Your mother turned around, eyes narrowing at your form, “Sit down.”

You promptly obeyed.

“Your father and I have decided on your marriage. It’ll be to the Min family, to Min Yoongi.”

“What? To him? But,” you began protesting but your mother quickly cut you off with a steely glare.

“It has already been decided. Your wedding will be in eight months. I’ll forward you the invitation list and you can add three people of your choosing. You’ll be having dinner with us and the Min family on Friday at six. I’ll have Yujin send you an email with further details. Don’t be late.”

You looked to your father in a desperate plea but were only met with stony silence and a passive face. You turned back to your mother and registered the composed expression painting her face. Your fate had been decided, and it had not worked in your favor at all. Rising slowly, you set your hands by your side and bowed towards your parents, “I understand. I’ll be there.”

Your mother swiftly exited the room, evidently deciding the conversation was over. You could hear her dangling earrings tinkling against each other in what felt like a mocking melody. Your father calmly produced a cigar from the table next to him and lit up, no longer acknowledging you either. You let out another slow breath and walked out.

Collecting your coat from Mrs. Oh, who tried to give you a comforting shoulder squeeze but it felt more like condolences than anything, and made your way to your car parked in front of the gate closing off your parents’ home.

That’s it then.

You felt eerily calm yet stressed as you started up your car and carefully reversed out, making sure to avoid hitting the carved statues your parents had in front of the iron gate. As you drove home, your mind started racing with the information you had been relayed.

Min Yoongi as your soon-to-be-husband? What irony.

Does he even know you exist?

Will you be able to survive this?

Hand gripping the steering wheel hard, you quickly dialed the most recent number in your contact list. She answered after only two rings.

“Y/N! Are you still alive? How’d it go?”

“Hi Joohee, not great. I’m completely and totally fucked.”

Joohee chuckled on the other end of the line, “Want to come over?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “I was hoping you’d offer.”

“I’ll get the booze.”

“Min Yoongi? Now that’s ironic,” Joohee chuckled, seemingly at your expense. You shot a glare her way which she shrugged in response to.

“How long have you been crushing on him? This is, like, practically fate. Maybe this’ll be a good thing.”

You scoffed in response, “A good thing? Joohee, be serious. The last thing I want to do is get with my long-time infatuation, not crush, by forcing him to be my husband.” You took another swig of wine. It was a cheap pink Moscato, perfect for nights like these with Joohee.

Joohee shoved a pillow in your direction in an effort to gain more room on the couch you had stuffed yourselves onto. The trash reality dating show you had on in the background was showing a rather dramatic fight but you paid it no attention, “It’s just…I haven’t talked to him in the last, what, five years? He probably doesn’t even remember me. And you’ve heard the rumors, I don’t think he’ll be exactly thrilled at giving up his playboy lifestyle just because he has to marry me.”

“What if he doesn’t give that up?”

You stared at Joohee in slight surprise, “What do you mean?”

“Like, what if he says that he doesn’t want to stop hooking up with other people? What will you do?”

Your brows furrowed as you considered the question, “I don’t know, I guess. I mean, I can’t really stop him. I guess I’d just have to live with it.”

Joohee hummed in response before continuing on, “Well, this is happening whether you like it or not. Just try to make it amicable at the least. Maybe it’ll work out, you never know. Just look at Jin oppa.”

Kim Seokjin, Joohee’s older brother and a friend of Min Yoongi’s, was arranged by Joohee’s parents to marry Song Yeonhee, and the two had seemingly fallen in love after a rocky start to their nuptials. You had seen them recently at Yeonhee’s baby shower and she had been glowing, looking unbelievably happy. You recalled the loving gaze that Seokjin had sent her during the party and the pang of envy you felt, knowing that you would likely never get to experience that.

“Yeah, well,” you responded, “He’s an outlier. Most of these types of marriages don’t work out. I have a feeling I’m going to be a part of that group.”

“You’re too negative, you haven’t even met him for dinner yet. Maybe he’ll surprise you. You just have to give him the chance.”

You mulled over Joohee’s words and nodded, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I guess I’ll see how Friday goes.”

You weren’t technically late.

While you still had about 5 minutes before the dinner officially started, you weren’t early, and that was unacceptable by your mother’s standards. A mini emergency at your job had left you scrambling to leave on time, only noticing the late hour when one of your coworkers asked if they should order take-out for the team. After profusely apologizing to your team, they encouraged you to go, practically shooing you out the door, claiming they could handle the situation for now.

Which left you barely on time to park in the lot outside the ridiculously fancy Japanese restaurant your mother’s assistant, Yujin, had sent to your email earlier that week. You quickly stepped out, smoothing out your dress that you had kept in the backseat of your car and had hastily changed into in the parking lot of your office. Tugging down the hem, you took a moment to look at your reflection in your car window and attempt to look more presentable. Your hair was slightly frizzy but nicely combed back, and you had extremely minimal makeup on from only remembering last minute this morning, and your eyes looked tired.

You felt tired.

Shaking off your nerves, you headed inside the restaurant giving your family name to the hostess who took you back to a private room where your mother and father were waiting. Your father spared you only a cursory glance before returning his gaze to his phone and your mother looked you up and down before uttering a curt, “Hm.” You held in an eye roll and quickly sat next to them, trying to calm your heart rate for the sure-to-be exhilarating dinner ahead. At six on the dot, you spotted the same hostess leading the Min family towards your table. Your mother stood, welcoming them and urging them to sit down. You stood as well, a little less welcoming, a lot more obligated.

Mrs. Min looked like the epitome of a rich older woman with dark black hair combed back and glittering jewels lining her ears and neck, complementing the midnight blue gown she had on. Mr. Min was dressed quite similarly to your father, in a simple suit, the only difference being his starkly greying hair providing quite the contrast to his dark blazer. Close behind them was the person you were the most anxious about meeting, Min Yoongi. His pitch-black hair complemented his slightly tanned skin nicely and his feline eyes remained straightforward and untelling. He was dressed in a simple black suit as well with an expensive-looking watch adoring his wrist. His mouth was closed tightly and he did not smile at your mother when she greeted him, not at your father when they sat down across from your family, and certainly not at you.

Your hands nervously played with each other in your lap as you took your seat again. You listened quietly as the mothers exchanged pleasantries and the fathers gruffly greeted each other. You were trying to avoid looking at Yoongi as much as possible.

“So, Y/N,” Mrs. Min started, making you startle to attention, “How old are you now?”

“Twenty-nine, ma’am.”

“Ah, so only a bit younger than Yoongi. That’s good then. How is your work?”

You felt your father stiffen next to you and prayed your discomfort didn’t show on your face, “Good. I’m in the middle of producing a new project with my team.”

“How lovely. Although I’m sure you’ll be leaving that soon after the wedding. You won’t need to work then after all,” Mrs. Min smiled at you. It was hard to read her so you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not, though if you had to guess, it was likely the latter. Your job was a point of contention with your family. Choosing to work in a video game production company did not go over well, and if your older brother, Kyungsoo, hadn’t been in line to inherit Seo Industries, you would’ve never been able to keep it.

You smiled awkwardly in response to Mrs. Min and returned your gaze to the empty plate in front of you.

As the conversation dragged on, you couldn’t help but steal a glance or two at Yoongi, who was periodically checking his phone and looking permanently bored of the conversation. Not that you could blame him. The dull talk of social circle gossip and work was beginning to get grating, and even the introduction of fancy entrees wasn’t enough to stop your stomach from feeling queasy.

Yoongi had yet to say one word to you. To be fair, you hadn’t said anything to him either, but he had barely looked in your direction since he entered the private dining room. How exactly were you supposed to start a conversation with that?

Soon after the desserts came out and were finished, with you politely refusing, feeling like you were going to throw up any second, Mrs. Min suddenly pushed her chair back and stood. She looked down at you and Yoongi and announced, “Well. I think we can leave them to talk on their own for a bit. Why don’t you join us for a drink at our home, Eujin-ssi?”

At the sound of her name, your mother stood, nodding, “Yes, that sounds lovely. Let’s let them get to know each other a bit more.” With that, the parents swiftly gathered their belongings and left, before you could even protest, leaving you staring open-mouthed at the exit.

Slowly, you turned to face Yoongi and were startled, seeing his eyes already boring into yours.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Yoongi stated, his deep and stable voice wrapping around you for the first time that night, “This marriage means nothing to me. It shouldn’t to you either. I’ll do my thing and you do yours. Most importantly, stay out of my life except when necessary. Just because my parents are forcing my hand doesn’t mean I have to adhere to every little thing. Nothing will be changing except for our living situation and a ring on our fingers.”

A little stunned, you could only stutter a passive agreement and watch as he rose and left without sparing you another glance.

Letting out a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to understand what had just transpired. Your heart raced as you quickly stacked up the dishes to be a bit easier for the busboy and quickly made your way to your car. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you vaguely registered Min Yoongi’s cold demeanor towards you.

It seems he didn’t remember you after all.

The dress you had on was itchy, but you knew if you complained, you would only end up with a sharp stinging on your cheek and tear-filled eyes. You had escaped the boring party with grown-ups and were sitting outside on a stone bench in the garden, trying to remedy your hurt feelings at the hands of the mean, older boy, Hyunsoo.

He had confidently poked fun at your appearance, saying the dress was a bit too small on you and that your parents should’ve sprung for a size that could fit an elephant instead. He continued on, saying your parents must’ve forgotten to vaccinate you for measles considering all the red spots on your face that were actually acne. Being a tender twelve years of age and going through the worst bits of puberty, his words hit you hard and you quickly ran from the scene into the garden.

Unable to contain your tears, they slipped down your face in large droplets and soaked into the front of your dress.

“Hey, you.”

Startled, you looked up to see a boy a couple of years older than you standing in front of you, black hair shining in the light from the garden lamps. His sharp eyes trailed down your tear-stained face. You quickly turned away in shame, not wanting to undergo any more embarrassment tonight.

“Hey, snot-face.”

You shot him a glare but softened when you saw his hand extended, holding a handkerchief, his face turned slightly away, “Use this. You look ugly while you’re crying.”

You gingerly took the cloth from his hands and blew your nose, noticing him wince out of the corner of your eye.

“Thank you,” you managed and he only rolled his eyes in response.

“Yeah, whatever. I think Joohee’s looking for you,” he grumbled before turning on his heel and stalking off back towards the party.

Confused, your eyes followed after him, not knowing how he knew that Joohee would be looking for you. You unfolded the handkerchief and noticed an elegant embroidering of three letters in black near the bottom, MYG.

Oh, you realized, Min Yoongi. Joohee’s older brother was friends with him but you had never seen him before. Joohee had described him as kind of rude and quite closed off, but you disagreed. He certainly didn’t seem that bad.

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