#i know it sounds so odd and maybe egotistical?

[maximura]

Is it weird to read and re-read your own writing and enjoy it? I feel like some of my old works (I'm talking like 5-6 years ago) were written by a completely different person. It honestly just feels like reading someone else's stories. It's kind of neat to see how I used to write and think back then. Photographs are one thing, memories are intangible but writing? Ah, that's a whole history book right there.

[sketchy-sketches]

Chapter 7:

Takeoff

The whole group stood and began to walk towards the door. Alan lagged behind with Billy, as he struggled to take his travel bag off of the hooks he had hung it on. Alan reached up and pressed in the latch that locked the strap of the bag on the hook. Billy rolled his eyes as alan chuckled, mocking him.

“For someone so smart, you sure struggle with the simple things,” he laughed.

“It's a very complex hook, ok?” Billy joked in return. Billy lifted his bag off of the hook and put it over his shoulder. Alan quickly turned as the sound of a door shutting rang out from down the hall. “Better get moving, before they leave without us.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Alan sighed. They walked to the door and pushed it open, the hot humid air hitting Alan's face, he stopped walking and shook his head briefly, adjusting to the sudden change. Nash and Udesky were leading the rest of the group into the plane. Nash waved them over, quickly waving his hand. Alan and Billy hurried to the plane. As they stepped inside everyone else was already seated. Alan went to the back of the plane and set his bag in the overhead. Billy went to the seat across from alans and just tossed his bag on the inside seat. Alan sat down and closed his eyes, if he had to be here he was going to sleep through what he could. He did not want to interact with anyone on the flight. He needed a break.

Billy tapped his hands on the seat in front of him, bobbing his head to his own rhythm. He watched Nash climb into the plane and immediately go to the cockpit. Udesky followed but turned to face the aisle.

“Is everyone all ready?” Udesky called. A silent confirmation from everyone, and udesky nodded. He opened the cockpit door and walked in. a loud electronic screech came over the intercom, as Nash's voice came through in heavy static.

“Seatbelts everyone. Keep your hands and feet inside the plane at all times and please enjoy the ride.” Billy could sense the smile on Nash's face as he spoke. The plane moved and turned to the runway. Billy watched as the trees on the other side of the field began to go by faster, and faster. The plane lifted, and Billy looked down at the ground, watching the plane rise.

“How long is this flight again?” a shaky nervous voice called. Billy took his eyes off the ground and looked at Laianna.

“About 2 hours.” Billy said calmly. Laianna was gripping the armrest, the fabric crunching as she squeezed tighter. “But it will be over before you know it.”

“Lets hope.” she laughed, her voice still just as shaky.

Billy scanned the rest of the seats. Why were amanda and paul so far? They were sitting opposite of the same row, each in a window seat. Maybe they just both wanted window seats, but it still seemed odd. Alan was fast asleep, even for the few minutes they had been flying. Sarah was sitting in the first seat with her dog, and Beck and Robert were sitting next to each other talking about something. Billy didn’t really care to know, whatever they were saying was boring or controversial. He got that impression as soon as he met robert, he just felt so egotistical and stubborn. Beck though, he seemed to be alright. Billy rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair. He looked at the clock above the cabin door, Eleven twenty two. At least the flight was going by quickly.

“So, what's your story then, Billy?” Rosa called from in front of him. He leaned forward again, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don't really have much of one to tell.”

“Of course you do! Who are you? Where are you from” and what do you do and why?” she smiled brightly at him. He heard Charlie's rhythmic panting.

“Well then, since we are doing icebreakers now I suppose. I'm billy brennan, i'm from cedar city utah, and i am a paleontologist understudy working with Dr. alan grant, the best paleontologist in his field.” he nodded his head and chuckled. She painted at him with her whole hand, and shook her head.

“See? Sounds like a story to me, and I can't wait for the next part.” she laughed.

“And what about you? Same questions apply." Sarah raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you���re ready for my story? I think it's a bit above your grade level.”

“Oh no! I get to hear about little red riding hood and her big…” he paused. Charlie looked back at him and tilted his head. “Well, just big wolf.” Sarah chuckled, and billy swore he heard a small snort. He smiled.

“Well, then. Im Rosa alvarez, im from ponce, puerto rico. I moved into america at 16, and started training to become a SAR ranger, they gave me this pup, and i worked hard and saved many people. I want to help find lost people.” she pat charlie on his head.

“So what was the last person you saved? With the help of Rosa here of course "Billy teased.

“Well, the last person he saved was an old man who vanished in a national forest for two weeks, who took shelter in a nearby cave after breaking his ankle. We got him out of there and he made a full physical recovery.”

“Sounds like he deserves a medal!”

“Actually he has 2” Billy could hear the bragging tone in her voice, but ignored it. She had every right to brag about that. At least she wasn't a prick about it either. The plane suddenly shook, dropping open the overhead storage above Sarah that fell onto robert. After it hit him he grumbled under his breath, something about how careless Sarah was to leave her door so loose like that. Billy didn't hear all of it, but he knew Robert was pissed. Sarah apologized to Robert, but he didn't say anything, just let another growl out, quietly.

She stood up and put her bag back in the overhead, latching the door with a loud click.

The plane shook again causing the door to open again, and hit robert.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “How fucking hard is it to close a damn door?”

“Im sorry rob. The latch must be broken, I’ll move my stuff to a diferent one,” she said, looking down as she grabbed her things. Billy breathed deeply. It wasn't her fault, he has no right to act like that. So what if her things fell on you, its not like she planned it. Its not necessary to be rude, just solve the damn problem and move on.

“First decent thought you’ve had since we met.” Rob said sitting down. billy shot up from his seat.

“Leave her alone dammit! It's not her fault the door broke. Maybe move if it's gonna bother you." Billy gripped the seat in front of him.

“Pipe down scientist,” Rob said, not even looking at Billy. He leaned back and put his hat over his eyes.

“Learn some goddamn respect.”

“Learn to mind your damn business”

“QUIET” Alan and Cooper called at the same time. The plane went silent. Billy sat back down. Sarah looked back at him and mouthed the words “Thank you”

Billy signed back, “You're welcome.”

As the flight continued everyone remained silent. Billy checked his watch, twelve forty-six, it was almost over. Alan grunted and stirred in his sleep. Billy sat back and closed his eyes, maybe Alan was right. Maybe this wouldn't be worth it. He tapped his fingers to his thumb, index, middle, ring, and pinky. Then reverse. He sank deeper into his chair. Nash called over the speaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, our flight will soon be coming to an end, we will be landing on Isla Sorna shortly, if you look out of your window you will see we are approaching the island.”

Billy looked out the window and saw a massive island. It was covered in mountains on the outside, forming almost a bowl shape. Good thing we didn't sail here, he thought to himself. It was covered in green trees and large ferns he could see even from here. The short beaches on the outer rim of the island. The plane reached the island and Udesky called over the speaker. “We will be searching for a landing strip, we will begin decent as soon as we find one. Please remain in your seats.” Billy didn't take his eyes off the window, the island was beautiful. The birds above the trees, to the large open plains. He saw small animals running between the trees. A large river cut the island nearly in half. And he saw… a building? The plane started to descend, but Billy couldn't take his eyes off the concrete box he saw some distance away.

[galactic-pirates]

Even More Fic Writing Asks: (fic of your choice) 5, 25, 39. :)

Thank you!

Bit confused though... there is no number 39? I'm guessing because of sequential numbers you maybe meant either 29 or 30. I'm going to go with 30 :)

Anyway you followed me from the Rumbelle days so let me go back in time and pick a Rumbelle fic. Lemme see. Erm, how to choose? Oh! In my last ask I referenced Between Two Fires so might as well go for that otherwise it's rolling a dice time.

5) Did you outline the fic? I never delete anything so I went to check my files. I am a planner but not always for fanfic. Sometimes if it's short enough, then the plan is in my head.

For Between Two Fires I have a rather cool sounding summary. Seriously it's got half the best lines of the fic in it. There must have been some heavy inspiration that day like brain was on fire haha. It's not a scene by scene outline but it covers the main points, and the fic was quite short anyway.

25) Share your favorite line Ok it was maybe not such a good idea to select this fic because this question. Argh!! So, so many. I know I probably shouldn't say that because it's egotistical but man I do love so many lines in this fic. It just hits the spot. Like I could literally quote half the fic but as I have to choose, I'm going to go with the opening line:

“You’re supposed to be dead.” “I’m supposed to be a lot of things.”

30) Would you ever return to the story’s universe and write more? No but also yes. I will never return to it in it's fanfic Rumbelle form. But I have said a few times that I intend to take the premise and include it in an original novel series one day. Unfortunately 'one day' is kinda the operative word there because so many ideas, and writing takes so long! I rebooted my portal fantasy series starting Day Three of January. I've written and edited Book One (almost 100k) and I've planned and started drafting Book Two (got to around idk the 15% mark) but it's JULY - that's into the second half of the year. There are 6 books in this series so odds are not good that I can get to this idea before 2026 (which is so not a real year) and that's if everything goes according to plan (which it inevitably won't).

I do love it though. It will happen one day.

[whatudottu]

You know I’m starting to fixate on something where I actually care enough about it to ramble something something- so let’s give it up for NSR! *tiny applause of me doing whatever the hell i want to do on this blog*

An odd thing for me though is that I’m specifically doing a whole character ramble and practically ONLY a character ramble so no biology stuff here (only slight astronomy). Please welcome to the stage, my scrimblo bimblo: DJ Subatomic Supernova!

As I once again shove aside my not only in-progress work but the ‘actually read to post’ work too, I’m here to spew words about my favourite egotistical space orb and not only am I going to do that, but also compare them to someone else of a unique mind. Because of both of their particular quirks about identity, self-importance, and ultimately expression of art, I like to think DJSS may share some grounds with Eve, perhaps enough to decently get along with each other if not even form a friendship.

If you’re one of my typical followers interested enough in reading this to get to here - the second paragraph UNDER the readmore - I will give a summary of the DJ and the Diva. DJ Subatomic Supernova, a space themed NSRtist with an ego so dense it can cause a singularity (which may or may not be an actual literal thing that has or did happen) and underappreciated ex-professor of university grade astronomy, strives to preserve their name and music to extend not only beyond their own time but for the future beyond humanity’s own existence in order to stave away fading into obscurity and truly becoming everlasting. In this battle of existential dread and their entire ‘Avatar of Earth’ schtick, we have a character who’s ego comes with a twist of not being selfish even though it is significantly self-centered, their motivations though using the medium of themselves being to create a legacy for humanity that will spread to the furthest reaches of the galaxy and back.

Eve meanwhile - real name Nadia - views the world in ways that seems only she can, seeing herself as the only one to understand the way she thinks and feeling so incredibly lonely in that fact - a realm of existentialism in of itself - especially since the one person that had begun the attempt had ended up losing thanks to his hair being set on fire. Expressing herself not only through her psy-dub music, Eve is an artist of multiple mediums from sound to visual, of sculpture, fashion, and paintings, many themes of her work centering on her personal experiences and insecurities, of eyes staring at her peculiarities and of turning those eyes against the viewer.

And what do you get when you cross an egotistical existentialist with a suffering surrealist? Maybe you get a little common ground to stand on. Perhaps not enough to satiate Eve’s personal desire to find like-minded brothers and sisters, perhaps not enough to bring Nova back down to Earth to appreciate the present for what it is. But perhaps enough that at least among coworkers, there’s even remotely enough broken ice to hold a conversation, perhaps enough that if in friendship, Eve may look towards the stars and Nova may look at the self of another.

Of course, this is not simply a character analysis based solely on canonical information, as it is now that I will elaborate (at least from the perspective of DJSS) with some headcanons of my own.

I’ve always been particularly an NSR lurker, not really doing much of actual engagement with the fandom but certainly sitting by the wayside and looking in. A thing that I have seen for folk’s take on a younger Nova is that they weren’t always a supernova one Bunkbed Junction away from going singularity- instead, they were a star. It’s always been one of the larger blue stars, but here I’d like to just go out and make it an O-Class main sequence star and be essentially a miniaturised equivalent; and when I say equivalent, I mean EQUIVALENT!

If you were an object head of maybe a G-Class main sequence star (the star itself significantly smaller than what it would actually be), you’d have on your head a miniature sun that would be a little portable and ultimately dimmer version of our very own Sol (or specifically if you had a G2-Class star which is more accurately our own sun). But if you had the misfortune of having an O-Class (O2-Class in this case for reference) star, with 800000 times the luminosity of the sun you’ve got a very VERY significant issue about just existing if you don’t wear something for the protection of literally anyone and anyTHING with eyes or cameras.

The ‘not yet named Nova’ Nova had to grow up early on wearing a super shaded helmet for the entire time they were star - already a thing one might be self-conscious about - up to and including the very moment they went supernova, another thing I must touch on. Depending on the size and general energy output of a particular celestial object - such as; a star - the point in time in which it collapses in on itself and, in the sake of stars, supernovas changes. And this particular case, let’s change a rather heard of saying for the sake of elaboration; the bigger you are, the faster you fall-

Not only was most of Nova’s early life spent hiding their star for the sake of other’s, anyone from astronomers themselves to any old star object head would say it was simply an inevitability that their star would collapse in on itself and become someone completely different, not a matter of if but when... and most certainly ‘young’ while it’s at it. Insecurities from being beheld a wonder to being seen as weird to even having adults already mourning their existence as a star, Nova may in fact turn to the stars above and retreat from the stars below in order to even begin to attempt to cope with their inevitable demise, embracing the existentialism and relying on their inherent knowledge of the astral sea to pursue a career in education. To teach people not to fear the end, the whatever theorised death of the universe, the collapsing of stars. To say that they shouldn’t be feared and shouldn’t be mourned just because they will change - and they will - and that the supernova that has been the subject of so much misplaced misery is in fact a dispersal of resources that can build to something much greater than the some of its parts.

And they are left unheard in the vast emptiness of space, of the classroom, of the home.

The inevitable happens, sparked early (far too early even for an O-Class) by a numeral amount of factors that would cause their world to spin, the light to bend, and an insurmountable level of stress and pain and misery and insecurity influenced supernova.

Too many lights and sounds and senses, DJ Subatomic Supernova particularly hates the design of Akusuka and Metro Division. Cast Tech, the district they hold Charter to, is low lit for a reason. Natura does not induce the swirling of senses, but DJSS has no particular interest in the gardens, for all the worth they put into Earth as a whole. And Dream Fever, something about the eyes that stare and the oddities that twist and turn.

Perhaps it is not their first choice to take in the work of Eve - of Nadia; the artist behind it all - it is not a reflection of their own story, nor does it reflect where they stand now. But there is meaning, meaning they can take in, take pieces of and relate them back to the past. The past that no longer exists, not if they have anything to say about it, not that they had any say in the first place. The artist Nadia, the diva Eve, the balance of the insecure and the expression. Reveling in the dual tones a much younger Nadia tried to hide (concealer rubbing off to reveal a hot pinkish red), the criticism of the viewer, to make the audience feel what had been felt constantly not entirely that long ago. A desperate plea to find someone that will listen, someone that will understand, someone that will hold their memory and share their story ad nauseam.

Perhaps there is something to share solace in, knowing that back on Earth there was another like Nova themselves seeking to engage to the world beyond them.

Though for different reasons, perhaps the two find even a slight solidarity with each other, whether friends or simple coworkers.

[thealmightyemprex]

So Steven Spielberg directed an episode of Columbo:Murder By the Book

So Columbo is one of the most beloved American TV shows ever .I'll admitat the moment I have only seen two episodes ,but my grandparents were huge fans . (I have a few childhood memories of my grandfather holding a portable DVD player ,watching his DVD set of the third season Columbo,which I still have ) and honestly ,I do wanna watch more.I think it is a fun idea for a murder mystery show....Cause its not a mystery ,I'll go into that later

Today we are looking at the first proper episode ,which has a bit of a pedigree being directed by Steven Spielberg,and on the strength of the episode he got the oppurtunity to direct Duel which led to Sugerland Express and Jaws .....Its also said by some to be the best episode of Columbo.

So this 1971 episode follows mystery writer Ken Franklin (Jack Cassidy) who murders his writing partner Jim Ferris (Martin Milner ) who was planning on going his own path ,and it seems like the perfect murder ,if only this annoying Lieutenant Columbo (Peter Falk ) would stop bugging him with meaningless visits

So Columbo is one of those shows with a straightforward formula:Someone kills someone,and encounter this scruffy odd cop who they underestimate.So the fun comes from the villain of the week and how Columbo is going to catch them.As an episode goes this is really damn good

Spielbergs flare is definately evident here ,as he makes it very cinematic ,it almost feels like a Hitchcock thriller with the way it is framed .I also like the music which incorporates the sound of a typewriter .I think there is a pretty fun twist involving how Ken planned the murder

The supporting cast are all solid ,Martin Milner plays a likeable murder victim ,Barbra Colby is solid as an unforunate witness ,and Rosemary Forsyth doesa fantastic job as the widow of the murdered writer

What can I say about Peter Falk that hasnt been said.I've made it no secret ,I adore him as an actor , and aside from maybe the Princess Bride,Columbo might be his most enduring legacy .I love eccentric investigators ,and I love Columbo cause he if your a first time watcher youd be in the villains shoes and see him just as this weird guy but if your in the know ,its fun to see how he is befuddling the villain,and ya dont know how much of it is an act and how much is just his quirky personality .Also theres a sweet scene in this episode where he makes an omlete for the widow

The best part of this episode ,besides Colombo himself ,is Jack Cassidy as Ken.He is such a love to hate villain.An egotistical gloryhound who loves the finer things in life ,and is so smug and loves bragging about how superior he is to Columbo,you just really wanna see our hero catch him .Jack Cassidy is just so good at protraying the smugness and sleazyness ,I am not surprised he was brought back to be a villain in two other episodes

OVerall if you wanna check out Columbo this is a great place to start and as an example of Spielbergs talent its a great showcase

@theancientvaleofsoulmaking @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @ariel-seagull-wings @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @princesssarisa@goodanswerfoxmonster @filmcityworld1

[jess-moloney]

Starting years ago it's obvious that Jess's goal is and always has been to become famous for doing little to no work to earn that fame. In 2017 she started a fitness blog with a total of 6 posts before she discontinued it. More than likely because it was not giving her the instant gratification and fame that she was seeking.

Within these posts, you can find quite a bit of problematic statements. One of the biggest red flags is what she has to say about food and her relationship with it.

"I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with food. I eat because I have to, not because I enjoy it – and no, I have never had an eating disorder." - Jess Moloney [Source]

This statement is indicative of two things. The first very clearly being an eating disorder (or disordered eating) as well as absolute denial that she could have an eating disorder or problem with food, immediately after. This pattern of saying something problematic and then following it up with some justification for why it's actually not problematic has quite a history if you bother to read what is written in her posts. If she can't own up to her mistakes, faults, or flaws and is quick to dismiss them as something normal then she is at the very least immature and at the very worst a gaslighter, as well as a narcissist. Especially with statements like this:

Interviewer: What do you do when you hit a wall? I’ve never hit a wall. Interviewer: Come again…? I swear to God. I know I sound like such a c*nt but it’s true. I’ve never hit a wall because I’ve never told myself: I can’t do it. [Source]

Moving on from this and continuing with her fame-hungry ploy from way before she got involved with Jamie, we can see her first attempt to get any sort of recognition (and probably money) was her sucking up to Nike, constantly, as if they owed her a brand deal for the 6 blog posts she made, a few Instagram posts, and the fact that she completed 4-5 marathons (and was training for Iron Man).

She praises them as being an inspiration/motivation to her for continuing her training for Iron Man and also praises them for making her look good when she works out because looking good while working out is important to her (for some odd reason that I suppose has nothing to do with being very egotistical).

Her very last post says that she was injured and had to stop training for Iron Man. That post also goes on to say that it wasn't a bad enough injury to make her stop running for good and she intended to keep training, keep going, and keep running marathons so she could maybe try again to compete in Iron Man. Then she just stopped posting about that at all and her blog was never updated again. Running marathons (even though she wasn't winning awards or a star at it), is still something that takes a lot of talent and perseverance. Why did she stop? Was this not bringing her the instant gratification and recognition she was seeking? She may have been athletic but she was no better at it than any other average person doing the same exact thing. Why did she go so hard for Nike or think she was deserving of recognition for the bare minimum effort she put into trying to market them in the first place?

Moving on you can see this post on her Instagram. For someone who has continually bragged about being an agent for various things like PR and celebrity/talent management, this was her version of advertising a product. One where she does not say what the product is, show herself using it, show the item clearly, or even say why she uses it. One of the comments even believed she was holding up vibrators, not hair straighteners. I suppose it's not surprising that this company never asked her to promote anything again because she had no idea how to do it properly in the first place. This begs the question as to how and why she was ever involved in a job working with high-profile clients at a prominent management agency.

Until she got involved with Jamie, her account had fairly low traffic and engagement. Even her posts about Machine Gun Kelly fell flat most of the time, only ever garnering a couple hundred likes. An article from Distractify says that at the time that article was written, she had 28K followers on IG. Since then, it has doubled and is directly a result of her posting about Jamie and being involved with Jamie.

As previously mentioned, it's very doubtful she's had consistent (or any) employment since 2019. Jamie is her only claim to fame and cash cow. Yet still, as hungry for fame as she seems to be she also doesn't appear to want to do any work to get this fame. She wants it to be handed to her on a silver platter for just existing and being involved with Jamie romantically.

Someone with any sort of business savvy or knowledge in PR (as she claims to have) would know how to use this attention she was getting for being with Jamie to turn it into something much bigger. If she had any marketable skills, drive, or determination, she would be posting original content on her IG account. She could be posting fashion tips, makeup tutorials, vlogs, or even advice on how to get into her line of work. She could post behind-the-scenes photos at her alleged job or photoshoots she attends. Yet, she opts to do none of that and build her account around 90% stolen material that she vaguely tries to take credit for, posts of her with Jamie, and her poor promotion of Ice Studios that 90% of the time the people and companies tagged don't even seem to acknowledge that she exists.

It appears that Jess wants fame, believes she deserves fame, but also doesn't believe she should have to do any real hard work to get it. She also seems to think she's special as she is and doesn't need to hone any talent or skills or make herself anywhere near interesting. That because she's with Jamie and because she posts on Instagram people should just like her, give her money, make her famous, and offer her brand deals. Her utter incompetency in any field she claims to be in shows how self-entitled she is and the way she clings to Jamie to steal his portion of the spotlight makes it even more obvious what her intentions behind this relationship always have been.

[or-something-better]

October 10, 2022

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This week's writing Topic is:

"If you could spend One Day in someone else's shoes, who would it be and why did you choose them?"

Sam

This was actually a hard topic for me… not because I wouldn’t want to experience life from another’s perspective, but because I soooo would.

We have such a wide variety of experience all around us here. Which of us wouldn’t want to see the world through the prism of Henry’s child-like innocence or feel the excitement and possibilities that Patience must be seeing just starting out on her psychic journey? Then there’s Bobby, I swear that man has forgotten more things than I will ever learn. Even getting to walk in Crowley’s overpriced loafers, would glean me something that might help to bring other things into focus.

Since the Topic sentence was lacking in specificity, I’m going to choose as my ‘walk in their shoes’ person, my Dad, John Winchester. But not the John Winchester some of you knew. I’m wanting to experience one of his days Before that fire in my nursery and the arrival of Yellow-eyes.

I want to feel what his family life was like before all that came after. Dad was a skilled mechanic who’d married the love-of-his-life. They’d just added another son to their white picket fence family life. What must his days have been like?

Filled with love? Pretty sure, my brother worshipped the man since his own first breath and from all accounts Mom did too. So, I’d say love was a big factor. He also must have had satisfaction with his job. A skill he was good at and that provided for his family. But I think the biggest things I’d love to have a glimpse of, were his dreams of the future. How did he see his life turning out? Maybe his own garage one day? Watching his sons graduate college or maybe rolling the dice on a third child hoping for a little girl?

His dreams are an insight I’d truly love to have, because I’m sure that HE had them…  once upon a time. Dad wasn’t always the angry, drunken, hardly-ever-there Father that I grew up knowing. What I wouldn’t give to know him some other way.

…………………………………..

Ruby

If you could spend One Day in someone else's shoes, who would it be and why did you choose them?

This is probably going to sound odd or egotistical, but truthfully, I would choose me. Not the “now” me, but the “me” about a month after I sold my soul.

I had been a witch long enough to start making a difference in the village. My brother, Arthur, had already died three months earlier. I feared losing my only other family member to the plague as well. I had seen the failure of the village’s so-called healers and was determined not to let my mother fall under his ineptitude.

Under Astaroth’s tutelage, I learned everything I could to become a powerful witch. I saved many of the villagers, but the single most important person was my mother. She died about a year before my time was up. I never felt that I’d been cheated out of anything.

So, yes, I think I would enjoy reliving one of those days when I truly felt needed and accomplished.

…………………………

Bela

If I could spend one day in anyone else's shoes who would it be and why? Now isn't that an interesting question? That's also a very hard question. While I admire everything Sam and Dean have been through... Going to hell and back.... Saving the world from so many monsters....

They always manage to succeed almost seemingly without trying.... And seems they are well trusted even when they started the apocalypse and destroyed Lilith...that stupid bitch...

But then again... Francoise Bettencourt Meyers… now there's a strong... Successful woman! The richest bitch in the world. Although mostly inherited... But now the chairwoman for a damn hair product business...

I mean yes, I am pretty successful and make ends meet myself... And the money I'm able to bring in with all these artifacts I get my hands on is amazing... And no, I no longer have family to get a fortune from like she did... But wouldn't that be the best life? Not a care or want in the world… not having to worry about anything?

Just have everything served on a silver platter... Fancy home, car, can have food catered... Pay for anything your hear desires.

That would be the life... I mean my home and car are fairly decent. Hell I could even have my own museum if I was in her shoes... buy the artifacts legally, store them in the museum. Charge people for visiting to see all the artifacts daily. Yes. I think that would be the honest... Legal successful life I would dream of. Not to mention all the extra income from the hair products. If only... I wonder how easily I could make that happen.... Is it worth another deal?

………………………..

Crowley

When reflecting on my life be it good, bad, ugly, or just plain evil I always find a common thread. No matter what I did, the end goal was always to hope I’d find love in the end. Motives may always be convoluted or bizarre, even downright stupid. Still, I always desired a way to be loved. If I could spend a day in the shoes of someone else, I’d want to be able to have that love and even that admiration.

There’s so many people I could choose from, people with talent, people with success, or people who are loved that may seem like the obvious choice. With my privileged position though, I know not all of it is genuine. Maybe people had that special helping hand that I am able to say, aren’t as good as they seem. But there’s one person, just one who was kind, who was remembered for the love that they had, and the love they received in spades. I’d want to walk in the loafers and cardigans of Mr. Fred Rogers.

I remember finding out about that program, I’d been leaving a business deal and heard it on the telly. I saw the way both parent and child hung on every word. I shamelessly admit that even as King of the Crossroads, I tuned in to a PBS program teaching people how to be kind to others. Something about the soft voice had me hanging on every word, the genuine warmth that was in every lesson. Somehow just watching it, I felt the love I never had as a human. Like there was a parent out there proud of my achievements. If I could walk in those shoes, I know I would feel the love he sparked in millions. The love he’d reignited in a broken demon.

……………………………

Ellen

Why do we get asked questions like this? I wonder. Cause hunting and saving the world don't keep our minds busy enough?

Well I would say if I could trade for a day I would choose Jon Winchester. I would go back to that day my Bill died. To be the one to be there. To see what happened, to see why Jon never told the boys about us, or why he could never look me in the eye. Im sure it was hard for him too. Was he alone, did Jon really have his back, what happened. And as I reflect on those questions I'm reminded that Jon also left family behind. And what if he was the one that died that day? How would the boys have known? Now, don't get me wrong, Jon seemed like a fine man. But I knew him as a Hunter. And he became like family to me and mine. I just want to know what happened that awful day that took my heart.

But that's who I would trade a day with. I would want to know I did everything I could to change it.

……………………………….

Patience

who's shoes would I want to walk in for a day. If I could walk in someone else's shoes for a day without a doubt would have to be Saint Joan of Arch. At the age of 12 she started to hear the angels and sometimes even spoke to God. He wanted her to lead the army. She was fierce and determined to do God's work, but was rejected because of being female. So she cut her hair and dressed as a man. Finally she was given permission to lead the army. After a little more than a year she was captured, but after telling how she was obeying god's word she was ostracized called a witch and sentenced to be burned at the stake. I know it wasn't long ago but in the 8th grade my history class did a skit about Joan of Arch and since then she has been my idol, a woman of faith and only wanting to do God's work. Yes even though she was burned she has been my idol. Many many years later was named Saint Joan of Arch. So if I could walk in her shoes for a day it would be hers.

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Alex

Sit down and pull out my book

Hello there I am going tell you If i could spend One Day in someone else's shoes, who would it be and why did you choose them?

Olivia Elizabeth Jones Future Hunter!

One day Olivia will be great hunter and follow her mom footsteps. Be knowing everything and every step case and monster.

Smart knowing, fight and work hard. Helping out her family’s and food run

Clean the gun and knife after the hunt and also teaching other shooting targets practice.

And learning being a nurse like her mom.

Look up that it thank you for reading put book away

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Charlie

I really dont think it’s a secret, who I would be if I could. Most of my life I’ve hidden behind computers and lived my life through the characters I play. I can’t deny that being a heroine is pretty attractive to me. If I could be anyone, it would be Hermione Granger. The girl did it all! She had intelligence and almost always ended up saving the day!! Even if Harry took all the credit, without Hermione he never would have gotten anywhere. She’s fearless and fierce and everything I’d like to be…. Although after spending some time with Dorothy…. She was much more of a heroine than the books portrayed…. And we saved Oz…. But Hermione has magic… if I had that… maybe I would have lost less people in my life…who knows? But for the most part I’m content to be me, with the family I have now and the life I live (minus the monsters) it’s pretty perfect.

[evcryopeneye]

“No.” She wasn’t sure of anything, let alone who was who. “I’m just…going off what other people have said.” It was a frustrating part of the whole situation, that Feng Wu didn’t know the truth from the story, and didn't know how to separate those who were lying from those who simply were unreliable narrators. With a heavy sigh, she shook her head, “I think it’s safe to assume we take anything I know or have heard from anyone else with a grain of salt.” 

While she didn’t know much of what was going on in the Capital, she couldn’t help but get the same feeling. “It’s like…” a pause as Feng Wu tried to find the right words to explain exactly how it had felt at the time, “like no one was surprised.” She did remember stumbling back into the Capital, covered in her own blood, collapsing into the court yard as she couldn’t carry herself any further. “When I woke up the doctor was the only one who was there,” not her family and not her supposed friends. “At the time I didn’t…know I had anyone so it didn’t strike me as odd.” Though, maybe it was a little bit egotistical to think that if something happened to you that they would they be upset?

A shaky breath, the memories of being hauled in front of the royal family were still fresh, and painful. While she wasn’t sure what it was she was losing, their words had stung more than she had expected. Like there were ghosts of feelings in her heart that were enough to tell her she was losing something important, and not enough to remember what it was. 

“No one was…upset.” Sure, maybe she wouldn’t want them to be but in retrospect it sounded strange. “It was just so very…calm.” 

The offer was one that Wei Ying was willing to give her since Feng Wu was a friend. She was someone he trusted. 

The raven didn’t know what her ideals were since it was unknown if she wanted to learn the truth or not, but he would assist. The former demonic cultivator was willing to offer his help to reveal the truth. A truth that she had been looking for because of the bond that they did have. Besides Wei Ying didn’t have anyone he could rely on at the moment, he was back from the dead. People claimed him as the enemy though because of the path he made for himself. 

The question that she asked was a valid one while he would have to figure out where would be the best place to start. That would be the only way to reveal the truth, but it seemed that Feng Wu managed to answer the question. He knew now after the name was given. A name that would be the first clue. 

“Zuo Qingyuan. Hmm.... Are you sure she is your friend? She might have just said that to get what she wanted.” It was just a guess on his part, but the situation did sound suspicious for her to be here and claiming to be Feng Wu’s so called friend. This Zuo Qingyuan could have been lying to her. 

The former Yiling Patriarch listened to the words that Feng Wu was willing to tell him after she had been found by this Zuo Qingyuan. It seemed like they were trying to cover up the truth while he knew what arrogance could do to a person. He was the prime example of that, but he had his own truth to reveal as well. He needed to figure out who had turned him into a scapegoat because of what happened to him while there were blurred memories as well. “I think someone is trying to find something from you especially if they tried to get the doctors involved. They are obviously aiming for something and with your family being excommunicated without a trial. Something is going on at the Capital.”

[witch-hazels-musings]

S/o taking care of Kaeya when he's sick and sneezy with a cold and had to do it because of some god forsaken way. Maybe Kaeya says they owe him an I.O.U which is just his way of having them closer around or Jean asks you to search him out. It's really up to you. Just wanna see this egotistical man suffer just a little lol

It’s okay to be sick

Warning -> SFW, comfort (sick Kaeya - poor baby 😔)

Kaeya X GN Reader | Anthology

Kaeya hates being weak, looking weak, and so when he’s sick and trapped in the bed because his body can’t move, he’s miserable

Typically, he is always suave, always on point, everything is as it should be - this laying around and being forced to rest was awful and he, above all, dreaded the idea of someone seeing him like this

Jean had asked you to check in on Kaeya, which you were glad to do since for the last several days he seemed unreachable. It wasn’t unusual for you to not see him for days, especially if he was out on a subjection request or leading one of the research groups out to gather supplies. Still, what was unusual, was for him to not tell you anything about it.

Checking the note that Jean had given you, you looked up to the tall building and double, triple-checked that you were in the right place. As you made your way up to his home, you wondered what could possibly be keeping him. He’d been here all this time and never let you know, it was odd.

You knocked on his front door, it was the first time you’d been to his place before so you were nervous about being there. Would he find you a bother? Would you just be in his way, maybe there was a reason he hadn’t told you about what was keeping him? Were you doing the right thing?

The response was slow, so slow you were about to knock again when the door flew open and a disheveled Kaeya stood in the space. His hair falling at about his face, untied and ragged. His normally put-together outfit was nowhere to be found, his shirt wrinkled and baggy around his torso, his pants a mess. It was completely different than what you were used to, and yet, he was still as handsome as ever.

His head dropped and rested into the door frame, “What are you doing here?” He asked, but it sounded more like a statement. His skin seemed off-color, there were dark circles underneath his eye, his nose raw. You could see the sweat on his brow and the ragged way he breathed which told you something was wrong.

“Jean asked me to check on you … you sound terrible, are you okay?.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, you look sick.”

He coughed, rolling his forehead over his hand and pressed further against the doorframe, “I’m not … it’s nothing.” you lifted your hand to his forehead and the heat of his skin was intense.

“Kaeya, you’re burning up.”

He hated this - he wanted to be the one taking care of things, not being taken care of - relying on others required one to trust that person, and he didn’t trust very many people so it was easier to just do it himself

Though, he trusted you most of all, so his reason for not wanting you to see him look so pitiful was different, he didn’t want you to see him brought to his knees like this, for something so stupid

(please don’t think less of him)

“For the thousandth time, lay down.”

“If I had known your goal was to take advantage of me, I would have called you over sooner.” Kaeya flirted, leaning upon the bed, his elbow digging into the mattress, the pressure, and tiredness showing as his arm shook. Even when he was barely together, he still tried to show you how in control he was.

“You’re being ridiculous. You need to rest.”

“I need to get out of this bed.” He flopped back onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh. You chuckled and pulled the sheets over his body, fixed his lovely hair. In the back of your mind, you worried about the temperature of his skin.

“Being sick isn’t fun, but I’ll take care of you, so just be good for once.”

“I’ll be good as long as you’re gentle.” You rested your hand against his shoulder before standing up and making your way out of the room.

You worked with what you had, and not surprisingly he didn’t have much to work with. After getting as much as you could you made your way back into his room and were pleased to find him still laying in bed, his head turned to the window, and slow steady breaths moving his chest.

You placed the items down on the end table and sat back on the edge of the bed. Your presence rustled him from his sleep. He shifted under the sheets and turned to you, his long lashes fluttering open.  

“I’ve brought you something to eat and some medicine.” He seemed more complacent than he was before. Taking the food you made and eating it all, swallowing the medicine without in an instant. He didn’t even follow it with water, he just did what you asked without complaints. Once he laid his head back down on the pillow and turned his head toward the window he finally spoke.

“This is the worst.”

“What is? My cooking? Rude.”

He chuckled and turned to face you, “No, being sick. It’s ... unbecoming.”

You reached for a dry towel and ran it across his brow, down the edge of his face, and along his neck. “Everyone gets sick.”

“I don’t.”

“Well I have the perfect remedy for you, it’s not much fun, but it works every time.”

“What is it?” You placed the items back onto the tray before turning back to him.

“Rest.” You replied, crossing your arms and giving him a playful smile.

“Ugh….”

“Just lay here and try to sleep.” You shifted and started to stand when his hot hand reached out to your arm. It made you pause and your heart skipped a beat.

“Are you coming back?” He mumbled, his face dipping into the pillow and his pleading eye staring straight at you.

“Mhm.” You responded and nodded your head, that seemed to be enough because he let you go after you confirmed to him you’d be coming right back.

For the next couple hours, you sat by his side, changing the cold towels on his forehead, stroking his hair, or rubbing lines up and down his arms as you watched him sleep. He looked more relaxed than you had ever seen him.

You made a mental note to thank Jean for asking you this request, how could you ever repay her for this opportunity.

[gayfanservice]

Maybe Bokuto and/or Ushijima (seperately) as knights and the meddlesome shapeshifter they've been sent out to slay? Like the shapeshifter keeps teasing them in different forms to gauge their tastes, hoping to woo the knight before he figures the shifter out and attacking? Sorry if this is too much! -🖤

Uhhhhh social mutism anon, right? Also i just did Ushijima, hope that’s ok!

Basically reader just being a egotistical little shit

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“Now go, and don’t come back until you’ve slayed it, got it?” The king waved Wakatoshi off without a second glance. Wakatoshi stood up with a bow and left, leaving towards the area a suspected shapeshifter was located. “Excuse me, mister?” He looked behind him as a little girl ran up to him, “You dropped this!” She dropped a stone in his outstretched hand, looking at it in confusion as the little girl ran away giggling. “Uh, wait- huh?” He looked around, seeing no one around him. Feeling pressure against his leg he looked down and saw a cat rubbing against him. He crouched down to pet it, a small smile on his face as he heard it purr. “Hello, what are you doing here? It’s dangerous, you should go home.”

He didn’t know why he was talking to a cat, he was a knight! If anyone saw him he would never hear the end of it. The cat jumped onto his shoulder, it’s claws making a horrible sound as it scratched up the armor. “No, no. Home.” He picked it up and set it on the ground, standing to his full height and making his way towards the pub, the suspected shifter location. He opened the door, immediately getting the smell of sweat and alcohol in his sinuses. He waved his hand before walking to the bartender, “Excuse me, have you seen anything strange?” He sat down on the stool, “Gonna have ta’ be more specific, son.” His thick accent told Wakatoshi he was a foreigner, “Anything-” “Ye’ want to ‘ear ‘bout strange, aye?”

An old man appeared behind Wakatoshi, startling him for a moment before he regained composure. “Yes, I’m looking for a shapeshifter. Said it’s around here often.” The old man pulled out a pipe, “The old shape’o’shifter. Handsome devil, he is. One o’ most kindest beings you’ll see. Heard he makes anyone swoon!” The old man tilted his head back as he took a puff, seemingly proud of what he said. Wakatoshi considered quitting. The old man looked at Wakatoshi, seeing the unimpressed look on his face and the disgusted look on the bartender’s. “No?” “No.” “No one asked you, beer bong joe!” The bartender rolled his eyes before tending to customers.

“Do you have any useful information?” Wakatoshi asked, “Aye, I’ve seen ‘em! With me own eye! Handsome devil, he is!” “Useful.” “Right, right.”

The old man took Wakatoshi to an alley, “‘Ear is where ye’ll find ‘im,” Wakatoshi turned around to thank the strange stranger, realizing he was left alone in the alley. “Hey there, you lookin’ for someone?” He felt hands on his shoulder as a feminine voice spoke behind him, “Yes, I’m looking for a shapeshifter.” He turned around, seeing a women in a skin tight red dress and red makeup. “Oh, sorry, baby, but you’ve just missed him. He always so busy with how many bitches he gets.” “What?” “Nothing.” Wakatoshi stared at the odd women, patience running thinner than the mustache on the lady. “You have a mustache.” “Excuse me?” She looked dumbfounded, “Now if you excuse me, I need to find a shapeshifter.”

He turned around and walked away, “Now old on! You can’t just say that to a lady!” The voice sounded deeper. He turned around to see the lady’s body change, skin making odd shapes as change color, turning into a purple-red. Her faced changed, too. Taking on a more masculine look as the hair changed. The dress dissolved into the skin, leaving an ugly looking creature. “If I was a real lady you would’ve been slapped, you know?!” It crossed it’s arms over it’s chest. “Oh, it’s you.” “It is! What- Oh!” It leaped onto the wall, clinging to it with it’s nails as Wakatoshi swung his sword at the creature. “Well, rude! Now if you excuse me, mister! I have some duties to attend to. I’ll talk to you later, you handsome devil.” It blew a kiss at him before scurrying off. ‘What just happened.’

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New anon 😳?????

[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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cherrysugcr​:

There was something ironic about the fact that he believed her to be safer with him rather than in danger. As she continued processing what he shared, the truth about himself, it was still difficult for her to wrap her head around it. Obviously he had a lot of experience in controlling himself which sounded odd but all of this was going to be odd for her at first. “Okay, by control I think you mean like your blood lust or whatever it’s called.” Immediately she started thinking of all the different stereotypes of vampires she’s seen in movies and television. One she hadn’t thought about yet was the fact that she would continue aging while he would stay the same. There was something about that which seemed unsettling for her. “Wait, what if I don’t want to. Age I mean, like isn’t there something that could be done to stop it? We just shared the fact that we love each other. You’ve been around long enough to know that anything can happen causing someone’s life to be cut short instantly. I know this is very egotistical of me to ask since I’m sure you’ve gone through this before but could you handle that? Knowing that maybe you could have done something to prevent that?” Although she wasn’t exactly sure what she was asking Viv knew being with him forever was far better than the alternative.

he’d simply  nodded to her first comment, as he knew that he had more control than probably anything she was thinking about. it was a tough situation and alaric knew that, but he thought that by being open about everything it would make things easier, only now he wasn’t so sure. she hadn’t ran away, or left - so that was a good start at least, but it wasn’t everything, and he knew they still had a lot left to  talk about. ❝ there is something that could be done, meaning that you could be turned - but i’m not doing  that. or at least  i’m not doing that not even 5 minutes after you even finding out vampires are real. i’m sure there is a  spell out there too, but nothing that  i would test on you. ❞ which was the truth. ❝ i do things to prevent it every single day, which is why i say you’re safer with me than you think. i know the immediate dangers that could prevent themselves, but i also know that unless something happened where you were dead directly on impact i could help. ❞ or moreso, his blood could help, but he wasn’t sure that was something he’d wanted to get into right now. ❝ i understand you’re going to  have questions, and i want to answer all of them for you. i just need to know that when i do, if you decide that this isn’t what you want anymore, that i’m not what you want, that you could still keep this secret. ❞ 

[atozfic]

beautiful hearts.

pairing. choi san x fem!reader. | warnings. idol au, fluff, angst, established relationship, discussions of body insecurities, smut: dom!san, sub!reader, cockwarming, mild choking, strength kink??, size kink, nipple play, san has a mild degradation kink but also loves praise?? | word count. 1.8k | synopsis. there's so much more than just muscle that makes the man- or, where choi san loves his abs but not as much as you love him. | hyde’s input. my everyday mood is hoping choi san knows he's beautiful. oh yeah,, this is also the first bit of writing i'll have published on this blog, so that's cool.

“i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of being inside you.”

his voice is dripping with honey, and yet somehow it has the sharpness of a knife, slicing through the silence that had engulfed you both moments after he finally thrusted into you fully, one hand on your hip and the other spread out against the mattress, your head resting against his forearm.

he lethargically drags himself out of you, as if the slower his hips move, the more of him you’ll feel. your mind is too scattered in this moment to think straight, no chance for you to form any coherent words and so you opt for a broken whimper. and he laughs

 he fucking laughs at you.

“baby,” san holds such love in his voice that you almost forget he’s about to taunt you. “i’ve barely moved and you’re already a whimpering mess? you’re so cute.”

it’s almost sadistic, how his hips suddenly snap into action; how he lazily chuckles in your ear; how the hand on your hip has found a new home wrapped loosely around your neck. still, despite the sudden increase in his pace and the way he’s mocking your fucked out state, there’s an odd form of intimacy in the room. a sense of romance, the two of you laying stripped bare of any clothing and spooning, legs intertwined with your back pressed to his chest.

his chest is ironically what caused the current session between the sheets. the cocky little shit that was choi san had been so excited to get back from his group’s recent comeback photoshoot, practically pouncing on you the second you opened the door to your apartment. not even a hello or a how was your day, just his tongue straight down your throat and his toned arms effortlessly lifting you to wrap your legs around him. not that you were going to complain.

only a true idiot would complain at having a desperate choi san on their hands.

“do you like them?” no matter how hard san pretended to be filled with confidence, you knew him too well, loved him too much to miss the hints of insecurity in his words as he had rid himself of the oversized jumper, abs on display.

you’d already seen him shirtless an immeasurable amount of times beforehand but, like always, the sight was breathtaking. much like the rest of him. “you’re really trying to kill atiny, huh?” the question had slipped out of you as you ran a finger over his abdomen, smiling at the way his muscles contracted at the contact.

“don’t talk to me about atiny when i’m about to fuck you senseless!” he rolled his eyes back and you had to stifle a laugh at how whinny he sounded. of course, your laughter ended when he shoved you back onto the bed.

so now here you are, incomprehensible sounds leaving you whilst the man you’d grown to love pushes you further off the edge of sanity.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” he hisses out between clenched teeth. “more than usual. is it my abs, sweetie? like knowing that you’re being wrecked by someone with my body? like having your frail little self manhandled by your strong boyfriend?”

maybe you’d blush at the sinful things he’s spewing if you had any sense of shame left but, right now, you’re almost willing to say and do anything to get that sweet release. and maybe that’s why you find yourself playing into his egotistical persona. 

“fuck- yes!” it’s more of a cry that leaves you than actually spoken words, san somehow thrusting even deeper than before as you finally remembered how to form a sentence. “love how strong you are, love everything about your body!”

“oh, i bet you do. bet the feeling of my abs pressed to your back is driving you crazy, hmm?” san’s pace has switched back down to a teasingly slow one and he takes the time to slide his hand down from your neck, curious fingers pinching and rolling at your taut nipples. “you must be so glad to finally get fucked by a real man, huh. aren’t you, baby? so happy to be stuck in my hold.”

it’s amazing you’re able to even think with the current state you’re in: mouth agape, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body becomes possessed by it’s own personal demon, san. but his words stick in your mind, to the point you find yourself suddenly shaking your head.

the thing is, san has always been vocal in the bedroom. he almost gets as much pleasure from taunting and praising you as he does from actually touching you. but it’s never like this. the offhand comments he makes are never about himself and, quite honestly, it has you concerned.

“san, stop.” you finally have to speak up since he doesn’t seem to be noticing your head shake. 

there’s an immediate shift in the air as san pulls out of you quickly and his concern filled face is now hovering above your own, supporting his weight on one arm as the other turns you over to lay on your back. “are you okay? did i hurt you? i’m sorry, baby.” all forms of teasing and torture have left his eyes, nothing but a softness left in them as they search your own for answers.

“no, no,” you’re quick to reassure him, reaching up to cup his warm cheek in your hand. you wonder if it’s possible to fall more in love with him as his eyes shut and he turns his face to press a delicate kiss on your palm. “i’m okay, sannie.”

“then why’d you tell me to stop, angel?” 

for a moment, it's become harder to speak than before, when his hips had been snapping against your own. “because i’m worried about how much you’re talking about your body.”

when he laughs this time, it’s less sadistic and more heart-warming.

in the blink of an eye, he’s got you both sitting up, your legs straddling his waist. that cocky smirk is back on his face as his hips teasingly grind up into your own, reminding you both of how nice a little friction can feel. 

you’re grasping at straws, trying to not let him distract you but it’s so hard, he’s so hard. “s-san, i’m being serious.”

“so am i when i say i want you to ride me.”

his lips latch onto your neck as he eases his member inside of you again and you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths. “why’re you suddenly so fixated with having abs?”

“you don’t like them?”

“that wasn’t what i said and you know it. stop avoiding the question.”

a sigh rips through him and he stops all his movements, head buried in the crook of your neck. “it’s nothing, really. i just wanted to look more masculine, you know?” it’s slightly muffled but you hear him loud and clear. 

“and you think some muscles are the way to achieve that?” it’s not necessarily you agreeing with his need to look a certain way, rather it’s you trying to understand the way his precious mind works.

“mmhm.” he hums and nods affirmatively, his cotton candy hair tickling your skin. “that’s what they all said.”

“who?”

“the comments online.” your heart breaks a little for him, the mere thought of him thinking people like that held any validity in the things they said , and san just remains with his face hidden in your neck. maybe his arms have tightened their hold on you but you’re too distracted to notice.

“san?”

“hmm?”

“look at me.” san makes no attempt to move, so you take matters, and his face, into your own hands, pulling back far enough to look into his eyes. “you know you’re beautiful, right?”

“am i?” he whispers softly, his signature pout slowly taking over his smirk.

“to me, you are.” you can’t help but wrap your arms around him, pulling him back into you. your hand cards through his hair, relishing in the softness of the freshly cleaned locks.

“you’re too good to me.”

“i’m being honest. you have no idea how many times i’ve looked at you and thought about how lucky i am to call you mine.”

“really?” there’s wonder in san’s voice and he squeezes you a little tighter to his chest, dragging you both to lay back on the bed, chests pressed against one another and hips still attached.

“really.” you affirm, resting your head on his shoulder. “everything about you leaves me awestruck. your eyes, your smile, your voice, your talent. the way you put passion into everything you do”

“y/n.” san says your name for what feels like the first time all day.

“you know what i think is most beautiful about you, though?” his wandering hand tracing shapeless patterns on the bare skin of your back feels like a command, a way of coaxing you to keep talking. “your heart.”

“starting to sound a little bit like a serial killer, babe.”

“i’ve never met someone so kind and caring. not just with me, but your members, your boys. you never shy away from giving them love and i’m sure they appreciate it so much more than you know. i never feel so loved than when i’m with you, apart from the times when you bully me,” you glare up at him, rolling your eyes when he chuckles and nuzzles his nose against yours. “just promise me you’ll talk to someone next time you start listening to meaningless comments again. if not me, then maybe hongjoong or your sister. just don’t keep it all bottled in.”

“i love you so much.” san breathes out, his lips grazing lightly against your own. “if you ever walked away from me, from us, you’d be taking my heart with you.”

“good thing i’m not going anywhere then, hmm?” you’re not sure when exhaustion took over, it could have easily been caused by the sudden vulnerability you’d both displayed, but your eyes feel heavy and san’s skin is just oh so warm against yours. “i love you too.”

it’s no surprise to san when he feels your breathing grow slower, your whole body melting into his own as you let sleep drag you away. and, as much as he can feel himself throb inside the warmth of your velvety walls, he makes no attempt to pull out.

instead, he plants a kiss on your forehead and closes his own eyes, inviting sleep to take over, no longer worried of the negative thoughts threatening to rip him apart because his anchor, his own personal guardian angel is there to hold him in the darkness.

but, boy, is he excited for the morning when you both awake and he gets the chance to truly thank and worship you the way you deserve.

[imagine-nation20]

Sunshine and The Art of Picking Your Battles

Summary: “I wasn’t planning on rescuing anyone today, but it looks like my plans just changed.”

Requested By: Anon

Request: “I wasn’t planning on rescuing anyone today, but it looks like my plans just changed.” for Jason Todd (with the reader being kidnapped by any villain you want)

A/N: Jason Todd will forever and always be the best robin and I will not take criticism. Also I love writing established relationship with superheroes where one doesn’t know the other is a vigilante, so enjoy some reader having no sense of self preservation, and Jason outing himself as the red hood.

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You hated Gotham. Or rather, you hated the criminal underbelly of Gotham, which wasn’t so much an underbelly as it was a very obvious toupee on the top of the head of the city. Gotham was built on crime, and it would probably crumble under the weight of crime. Most people who lived there were either involved in crime, or involved in the vigilante justice served by the masked crusaders.

Running a bar in Gotham was bad, running a bar in the crummy part of Gotham was worse. That is, if you could claim any part of Gotham wasn’t crummy.

Still, it was a better job than some of the other options. Who could blame the owner of the place appointing you manager and fucking off to his apartment in the only part of Gotham that could afford working deadbolts.

So it was no wonder that you got jumped on your way home after a particularly grueling shift.

Three men dressed in suits too nice for the area. It was pretty much common sense to learn some form of self defense if you were going to live in a city like Gotham, however, three against one wasn’t exactly fair odds.

They tied your wrists, dropped a bag over your head, and then hit you with something heavy and blunt that was probably going to leave permanent damage.

Waking up was a headache, to say the least. Your head pounded like a drum, the blood rushing through your ears sounding like the waves against the harbor. Or maybe that really was the harbor.

It didn’t really matter, because you had a bigger problem to worry about than whether or not the ‘whooshing’ in your ear was blood or water. 

A man, dressed in an expensive suit, stood a few feet away. His head was covered in the dark, slightly shiny material of a mask, shaped like a skull. Beady eyes peered through, staring you down.

“So, what is a bartender like yourself doing associating with the Red Hood?” Roman Sionis was easily recognizable, and his identity was not a secret to the citizens of the city. He seemed almost proud to lord the fact that everyone knew who he was, but couldn’t put him away for anything tangible.

Unless of course that person was Batman or one of his many disciples.

“What the fuck are you on about?” You slurred. You cursed yourself internally for your inability to keep your mouth shut. Most of the time you were okay, but you were tired, and in pain, and this was the third time this week you had been assaulted, so you were over it. Criminals and crime lords were a dime a dozen, and despite his very intimidating reputation, you could not care less about Black Mask.

He laughed, and it almost sounded genuine, “I’m talking about the fact that I have on good word that Red Hood has been in your shitty little bar almost every night for the past week.”

You were going to kill Kallista.

You avoided associating with vigilantes, but your coworker, and the woman who worked most night to day shifts, was known for giving vigilantes free drinks when they dropped in. Now, it seemed you had been mistaken for her. Serves you right for having the audacity to pick up her shift when she was sick.

You had seen a few of them drop in on your way out, but never Red Hood. She probably told him not to catch you, since you would have reemed her for it. Red Hood wasn’t a criminal, but he was known for incurring their wrath like no one else, and that usually ended up in situations like this.

Yes, Kallista was going to die… so long as you made it out of this.

“Listen pal,” you started, glancing around the room for a way out. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You weren’t a bad friend, and you certainly weren’t going to sick Roman Sionis on your friend. Even if she did get you in this situation in the first place.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He yelled, taking quick steps towards you. You winced back, hearing the flick of a switchblade, and feeling the cold press against your cheek.

“Listen, if I was associating with the Red Hood, I would have told you by now.”

“For some reason, I just don’t believe you.”

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in,” A voice echoed through the warehouse. From above, you could see the familiar brown leather jacket, and bright red helmet of the Red Hood. He was reclined against a support beam, legs dangling off the one he was sitting on. “I’m going to be honest with you, I wasn’t planning on rescuing anyone today, but it looks like my plans just changed.”

Hopping down from the beam, he landed, knees bent, feet light. It was almost impressive, the way he could silently drop. If you weren’t so tired, you might have taken the time to marvel at the way his pants bunched and stretched. Kallista was right after all, there was a certain appeal to the vigilantes in uniform.

Roman shifted around you, knife going to your neck. You took in a sharp breath, glaring at the Red Hood as he faltered in his pace.

“Take another step and she dies,”

“I was gonna say thanks for coming, Hood,” You glared, “but you’ve kinda made the situation worse.”

You could almost see the tick of annoyance through the mask. His fists clenching slightly, he grumbled, “This is the thanks I get?”

“I’ll thank you when I don’t have a knife to my jugular.”

Black Mask tightened his grip on you, knife digging in a slight bit. You didn’t think it had pierced skin yet, but you couldn’t be sure. 

The next few seconds seemed to go by in an instant. The shattering of glass, the whizzing of something through the air, the knife nicked your neck, then was gone, and so was the grip of Roman Sionis.

Red Hood moved towards you, gloved hands untying the ropes that kept you bound to the chair. You looked to the side, seeing Black Mask passed out on the ground, a strange arrow sticking to the outside of his helmet. You could have sworn you saw little strings of electricity still moving over the black material.

The masked vigilante hoisted you from the chair, his arms slipping behind your back and beneath your knees.

“Seriously?” You deadpanned, “I can walk, you know. My legs aren’t broken.”

It didn’t seem like he cared, as he scoffed, “I still haven’t heard a thank you.”

“I didn’t think heroes were so egotistical.”

“Not really a hero, sunshine,” you could hear the smile in his voice, even through the strange effect his helmet gave off. You went stiff at the name.

Jason faltered mid step, and you knew you had him. Spewing a flurry of curses, you wriggled out of his hold and onto the gravel below. The rocks bit into your skin, and Jason moved to crouch and help, but you were already up and slapping at his arm.

“You son of a bitch, Jason,” you whisper shouted, “you’re so stupid. How long have you been the- no, I don’t want to know.”

“Sunshine-”

“Don’t you sunshine me, Todd,” you growled, “You didn’t think to tell me you were a fucking vigilante? And moreover, you were getting free drinks from my coworker while she ranted to me about your thighs?”

“What?” Jason asked, shaking his head. “No, no, I wasn’t… I was looking out for you! I was trying to make sure you got home safe! What about my thighs?”

You paused, mouth hanging open. You hadn’t known Jason for very long. He had come in during one of your shifts with a busted lip and a dazzling smile, and left with your number and the promise of a date. You should have guessed back then, if you were being honest, but you believed him when he said he had gotten jumped. Maybe he had been telling the truth, just not the whole truth.

Stalling so that you didn’t give in to his guilty look so easily, you glanced around. So it had been the ocean you were hearing. You turned back around, trying and failing to hold the vicious glare.

“You better have a ride back to my apartment, cause we are about to have a long talk about impulse control, honesty, and the art of picking battles.”

“You sound like my dad.”

Silence.

“OH MY GOD IS BRUCE WAYNE-”

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Pride & Dignity [19]

CHAPTER NAVIGATION [COMPLETED]

synopsis: hwang seol eun finds herself stuck between a toxic relationship with lee hyunjae and a heart-fluttering dynamic with lee juyeon

pairing: jujae x [fem] reader, 3rd person pov [read as hwang seol eun]

genre [per chapter]: angst, fluff

word count: 3.63k

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hyunjae had assumed he was dreaming the first time he opened his eyes. the ceiling was familiar, but the furniture in the corner of his blurred vision isn't. he shuts his eyes, maybe he wasn't sober yet, until he processes the scent of the apartment.

it doesn't smell like him, it smells like-

he finally sits up, rubbing his eyes before scanning his surroundings. he recognises the kitchen. he recognises the shoes by the door. he recognises the couch he's on.

selfish, egotistical him thinks for a moment if juyeon knew what happened on this seat, but then he remembers that he might not be alone in this apartment. quietly sliding off the cushion, he walks to her bedroom door and lifts his fist.

if she's asleep and he knocks, he might wake her up. if she's not and he opens the door, he'd be rude.

it takes a lot of determination and discipline for him to force himself a step back. with a slight frown on his face, he fumbles over his pants, making sure his belongings were with him. then he turns on his heels and heads for the door.

little did he know that seol eun had already been awake. her sleep was less than decent and she had been sitting up, staring at her door and watching his shadow from under the gap come by and go.

she could see the hesitation.

the door sounds a muffled beep as she waits for the door to close - but she doesn't hear it. he was being careful.

yet, in her bed, where her thigh was, sat her phone, with the conversation looking up at the ceiling as if a demanding conscience would be staring down at her.

Ju 💕: can we talk today? about last night?

Ju 💕: i'm sorry if whatever i said last night hurt you, but i meant it. i don't want to have this conversation over the phone, so i'll be over at your place with dinner. i'm assuming he'll be gone by then.

Ju 💕: text me if there's anything you don't want/want to have. i should be off work around mid-noon.

seol eun scratches the back of her head, her fingers coming tangled in her hair as she brings her hand back to the front of her face.

fuck.

in a miserable attempt, seol eun tries to spend the rest of her morning distracting herself. be it turning on the television or using her laptop to watch netflix or spread out her yoga mat and try doing some odd poses she just found off google - but it's not a surprise it all turned out to be fruitless.

it feels like a storm is heading her way, and it's not even because of ryu sang hyuk.

it's because of a choice she made before she met juyeon. why has she gotten herself into this mess? how did she get messily slotted between two people she lo-

fuck.

and for the first time in a long time, seol eun feels her blood boil. not at anybody, but herself. she picks up the yoga mat and mindlessly hurls it across the room (or at least it tries, for the styrofoam mat is lighter than a ceramic mug).

she grits her teeth so hard, she might just crack a molar.

a heavy sigh exhales through her chest and her lips as she sits, resting against the back of the couch. the midday sunlight was spewing into her living room, coating the floor in a gentle marmalade type of shade.

it feels empty.

no juyeon to keep her company. no work to keep her distracted. no ryu sang hyuk to make her panic. no hyunjae to worry her.

it feels like she has no purpose, and yet the one thing that she should be able to do - pick one - she cannot do.

she reaches over her couch and picks up her phone, instinctively typing in mi jung's contact and rolling up the phone icon.

but just before she can hit the button, all she can think of was jacob's gentle demeanour as he picked her up the previous night. the look of pure love in his eyes was so hard to miss, seol eun kind of wished she didn't see it. because now, that is all she wishes for.

though she can say with confidence juyeon has been providing her with that unconditional love that jacob has for mi jung, for some reason, she is not treating it the same way as mi jung is.

at the end of the day, mi jung is a better person than i am. though she is rash and abrasive and vulgar but she is committed and less of a fickle.

she locks her phone.

it’s a tragedy she’s in. indecisive, anxious, in need of love that asks for no returns and yet is unable to provide what she wants.

she finds herself at her own steering wheel, staring beyond the dashboard and at the road. her eyes are tired - she barely slept the previous night. the sun is bright and high in the sky and glaring in her eyes, making her squint and turn even more anxious as if she already wasn't.

the car jerks to a halt once she's parked the car, and just about 10 metres across the road before her was the lobby of her office. so in a time of confusion, work is her only friend.

the office is quiet - everybody in her team was off for the next couple of days in lieu of the last exhibition. she dumps herself in her seat at her desk and begins whirling around in circles as if she wouldn't get dizzy.

she hadn't bothered to turn on the lights or the air conditioner or anything in the room really.

she had nothing to do.

but her childish chair twirling was abruptly halted by someone clearing his throat, and she hurriedly slams her foot down, nearly slipping off her chair.

"mr choi," she gulps and stands, embarrassed. "what- what are you doing in the office?"

"i could ask you the same," he lifts a hand and lightly gestures to her chair. "don't have one at home?"

"ah..." seol eun grimaces to herself. "i don't actually. but that's not why i came back, i was just... bored."

mr choi raises both brows in quiet surprise. he takes a few moments, then takes a small step into her office.

"i'm not gonna ask you why work is the place you go to when you're bored, but if that's the case, then i'm more than happy to send you overseas."

seol eun blinks.

"what?"

"we have a partner team in europe, you know that, right?"

"right."

"they have an opening and a special exhibition that's going from italy to spain to france and other countries and cities in the continent from next year onwards," mr choi fumbles through his briefcase and searches for a document. he reaches out and gently lays it on her desk. "i was actually just thinking about giving you a call to offer you this position but since you're here... it's like fate."

seol eun looks up from the document and watches his lips pull out into a kind smile.

"if you go, you'd have to be there in the next month, so... no pressure, i've already told them that one month is a bit too sudden so they know not to expect someone from our team. but... give it a thought or two. you deserve it."

he gives the document a pat, then turns around on his heels to leave her office. "don't stay too late, might get locked in."

she hears the lift arrive, and within seconds, she's left alone in the room, with the cover of the document staring straight back at her.

"hey, how are you?" is the first thing that juyeon says as a greeting when she opens the door. he's carrying a bag full of groceries, most of them to be left in her apartment. eggs, juice, canned drinks and fruit - it's like he was her personal caretaker.

she can't answer, except automatically tip-toe to kiss him on the cheek as he walks in. he doesn't reject it, but neither does he really looks at her and grin like he normally does.

"i'm gonna make some bacon-wrapped asparagus and figure out if i can sauté some mushrooms with rice, so i hope that's fine," he lifts the bags and sets them on the kitchen island.

"thank you," seol eun quietly inhales, pulling a chair out and sitting as she helps unpack the groceries. "how was work?"

"fine," he responds with his back facing her, washing his hands. "got a bulk pre-order today. an office ordered a couple of pottery pieces from our catalogue."

"that's nice."

and seol eun is grateful for the noisy plastic sounds that fill the apartment, for that was the end of the conversation.

juyeon hadn't said a word throughout his cooking, so while seol eun was battling the pain of silence, all she could hear was mr choi's offer in her head.

the sun had almost set by the time juyeon was done, and the food smelled deliciously unappetizing.

this is going to be the worst dinner ever.

"here," juyeon places a plate before her, a nice mountain of rice and some beautifully sautéed mushrooms and slightly charred bacon. "tell me if they are good."

seol eun smiles weakly at him, jabbing the mushroom and shoving it into her mouth, offering a hum of appreciation before going for the bacon and asparagus.

juyeon waits.

quietly.

she shoves the other into her mouth and the same mechanic hum thrums through her throat. only then does juyeon take a seat and start picking at his food.

"juyeon-"

"seol eun-"

both parties look at each other with slightly stunned eyes.

"you go first," juyeon gestures.

"no, you go first. i know you have things you want to say and i wanna hear it."

juyeon purses his lips, then gently sets his fork down. he reaches down to under the table, probably sitting on his palms from the tense atmosphere.

"i just... lee hyunjae..." he blinks at his food before looking up at her. suddenly, his eyes look tired. "i can't help but to have this... nagging ick in the back of my head telling me that you... have feelings for him."

he studies her for a moment, then looks back down at the table surface. "i know you don't mean it and i know you're not like, cheating on me, but it doesn't make me feel that great to see you treating someone else so well. another man."

quietly using her fork to chase the mushroom around the edge of her plate, seol eun can't respond. even if she denies it, she knows juyeon won't fully believe her.

nobody would. not even herself.

"i'm sorry," she whispers under her breath without looking at him.

there's a still silence in the air as she pokes at her food.

"seol eun, i don't need an apology, i just want you to tell me the truth."

the truth?

she sucks in a sharp breath, biting down so hard on her bottom lip, she knows it's going to bleed if she doesn't stop soon.

"i don't know," she whispers again. "i'm sorry, i don't know."

silence again.

she can hear something shatter.

a gentle clink of juyeon's fork as he puts it down in his plate.

"i... do you need... time? with me? alone? anything you need, please... i-"

"i got an offer to go to europe, ju."

she finally looks up, her eyes teary. but only now does she realise juyeon is also trying his best not to cry.

"an offer? like a trip or a permanent one?"

her eyes drift back down to her food, effort that she's not appreciating enough.

"both. the europe team has an opening so my supervisor said i could go and fill it if i wanted to."

a pause.

"how long is it for?"

another pause.

this conversation is going a lot harder than she expected it to.

then again, how else was she expecting it to go?

"a year," she gulps, finally reaching and rubbing her teary eyes in a bid to disperse the tears. they glisten the edges of her lashes instead, and her light sniffle gives her away.

she wants nothing but dig a hole and cry herself to sleep now. he's hurting, and she's acting like she's hurting as much as he is.

selfish.

that is not juyeon though, for he reaches across the table and grabs her wrist, dragging his fingers up to her palm and holding them.

there's a look of disgustingly familiar distraught in his face as he considers the words to use. being together for about a month has been enough for juyeon to be able to read her thoughts, even if she cannot admit the decision she's made.

"i love you, so much. with everything i have. i wish i could give you everything you want, the way you want it. but i'm obviously not doing that, else we wouldn't even be having this conversation in the first place."

seol eun looks up, the tears now merciless. "ju-"

"no, listen to me," he reaches out with his other hand and holds hers between his palms. "i know you want to go. if you didn't want to, you wouldn't even have mentioned it."

he takes a moment to control his tears, as he watches hers trail down her cheek. he shares a weak smile, then tilts his head while reaching out to wipe her tears.

"if you need to go, go," his voice cracks. "if you want me to wait, i will. and if you don't, then..."

her nose scrunches. her lips purse tightly and her vision blurs.

"i love you, but i don't want to have to convince you to stay with me."

her resolution snaps apart like someone chopping up wood with an axe, and she chokes into a loud sob.

"ju, i'm sorry. you don't deserve this, you don't deserve me. i'm just such a terrible-"

"hey, hey, hey, no," he releases her hands and walks around the kitchen island to her side, grabbing her knees and turning her to face him. "don't apologise."

he wraps his arms around her shoulders, pushing her head into his shoulder as he pats the back of her hair. "don't... think about it, okay?" he presses a kiss into her hair.

"breathe," he mutters into the crown of her head. "no matter what happens, you will always have me until you don't need me anymore, okay? that, i promise."

seol eun smiles as she exhales an embarrassed huff, biting on her bottom lip as sang hee pulls out their passports infront of her. sang hee was right by her husband's side, carrying a puffy haversack.

hyungwon had one of his own, and seol eun could feel the weight just by the speed he was walking. his hand was tightly gripped onto hers, and he was much more fascinated with the airport's interior than the reason why he was here.

sanghee and her husband had family friends and colleagues nearby too, some talking to her husband while she occasionally looks back to check on her son.

at the gate, seol eun releases him as hyunjae walks up from behind her, handing him a little plushie and ruffling his hair.

"you take care of yourself, okay? remember to call me, else i would've given you my number for nothing."

"okay," hyungwon grins, holding the plushie and digging into its fur with his finger. "where's juyeon? he couldn't make it today?"

seol eun inhales deeply. "yeah, he was busy. some important client to meet. he's really sorry though. he wishes you a good trip."

"that's nice."

the adults can't really tell if hyungwon's lack of reluctance is because the gravity of migrating hasn't sunken in, or that he knows and is acting exactly like everybody else.

sang hee stops and turns around, offering seol eun an empathetic face. they reached the departure hall, with two officers standing at the gates greeting them, waiting to check their passports.

"will you come visit if you can?" hyungwon turns and looks up at seol eun and hyunjae, eyes sparkly and hand tightly hugging the plushie.

"of course," seol eun gives him a small smile, ruffling his hair.

"and you have to call!" he turns to hyunjae, tilting his head further up to look the adult in the eye. "we can video call."

"sure, we can," hyunjae squats, using his finger to stroke the head of the plushie and hold hyungwon's shoulder. there's a moment of hesitation before hyunjae slides his hand over hyungwon's torso and pulls him into a hug. the child wraps his arms around hyunjae's neck, the plushie awkwardly pressed against hyunjae's back as hyungwon lays his head on his shoulder.

"i'll miss you," hyungwon whispers into hyunjae's ear.

"same," he smiles to himself, trying to chuckle the tears away. but he quickly recovers, standing up and clearing his throat as he nudges hyungwon towards sang hee.

"i'll send you our address when we're there. sang hyuk will be staying near us but not the same unit, so if you ever decide to come visit, you won't need to worry about running into him. he last told me he's planning to start a studio there so... he should be busy."

seol eun nods, watching hyungwon let his dad check his coat and fix his hair.

"take care of yourself, okay?" sang hee reaches out and rests both hands on her shoulders. "take that offer if you want to. do what you know is best for yourself and don't let anybody take anything from you ever again, okay?"

seol eun nods.

the elder pulls her into a tight hug, patting the back of seol eun's head.

"i hope i'll see you soon," she whispers into seol eun's ear. then, she pulls away and hugs the rest who came to say goodbye.

with glazed eyes and reluctant waves, hyunjae and seol eun bid the family of three goodbye at the entrance to the departure hall. sanghee goes in first, smiling kindly at the two adults.

her husband reaches down, telling hyungwon to hand the security officer his passport - but once he had handed it over, he turns around and dashes towards seol eun, shoving his head into her stomach.

"please come visit," he mumbles into her shirt. seol eun's lip twitches as she blinks the tears away, taking a moment before squatting and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"of course. anything for you."

hyungwon pouts a little, and to her surprise, he kisses her on her cheek.

seol eun chuckles and ruffles his hair again, letting him run back to his father's side and receive the passport.

"thank you," he says to the officer, and turns to look at her again when his father hands the passport to the officer.

in those few seconds, seol eun believes hyungwon is the only boy she will ever love unconditionally; who will ever love her without a hint of lust or complication.

soulmates across generations; across families.

seol eun doesn't even try to crane her head - she doesn't think her heart can stand it, so it's just a wave, then two, then three and four, and then they disappear behind a wall.

the crowd disperses. seol eun and hyunjae politely say goodbye to some of them as kind gestures, leaving the two of them alone and in awkward silence. hyunjae silently slides his hands into his pockets, walking towards her and standing perpendicular to her shoulders.

"i'm sorry."

seol eun turns to look at him.

a pause.

she looks away.

"i chose to help you. it wasn't your fault."

"i shouldn't have gotten drunk."

"we shouldn't have done many things," she says quietly. "but regretting it now isn't gonna let us undo anything so... there's no use for it, is there?"

hyunjae turns to look in the same direction she's looking at.

"i'm sorry about juyeon."

seol eun looks at the floor, then shakes her head. "would've happened either way. over time, i would've figured out that i'm not good enough for him and he'd figure out that i'm useless... not that he'd ever admit it."

"i'd refute that but-"

"i'm moving," she blinks and turns to him, finally facing him and looking at him in the eye. "for work. to europe."

hyunjae processes the information by looking back and forth her eyes, trying to find any hint that she was lying.

but she has no reason to, if anything, she'd be more than happy to leave this place.

"first, hyungwon, now, you?" a pathetic snigger. "i'm really not destined to have nice things, huh?"

contemplation holds her back for a second, but just like hyungwon suddenly turning and hugging her, she surprises him with a slow hug around his torso.

she rests her head against his chest, listening to his heart as her eyes flutter shut. "i hope you find what you've been looking for."

his chest expands, then sinks as he wraps his arms around her.

"think i already did," he whispers. "but... thank you for letting me go... because i don't think i would've ever walked away, and if we do meet again in our next lives, please fall in love with me."

seol eun frowns. her nose sours. his arms tighten around her, his chin resting on the crown of her head.

"i've loved you once, i can love you again."

[shirophantomvox]

Flower Pedals Hisoka x reader Part 2

Part 1

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As the day went on, Hisoka volunteered as a chaperone to your younger cousins. They wanted to play in the water while Hisoka sat under a coconut tree, sipping on a strawberry margarita. It would be pointless for an intoxicated man to be a chaperone but he is quite immune to heavy alcohol. Somehow, the sun’s beautiful reflection made Hisoka look like the man you slowly fell for. His job as a bodyguard for the most dangerous mafia in the country, his ability to speak French like a flipped switch, and of course his bulging muscles. Seeing him interact well with your cousins made him seem father-like. But why did he have to act so egotistical? Why couldn’t he be like the guys you saw on the Hallmark channel? Is being loved that hard to ask for? Then the hurtful incident earlier that day entered your mind once again. You didn’t want to break up with Hisoka but it was the only choice.

A tear ran down your face, something you hadn’t done in a while. A silent weep is something everyone needs to do once in a while but weeping in front of others can feel humiliating. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door and someone enters without your permission. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned around quickly expecting it to be Hisoka. Instead, it was your beloved uncle smiling with a DVD in one hand and popcorn in the other but once he got a quick glimpse of your sad face, his smile disappeared. This time he didn’t run to your rescue but rather asked what’s wrong from a distance. He already knew it had to do with Hisoka but he was curious to hear more.

“Is it about your boyfriend?”

“Yes…”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Physically, no. Emotionally, yes. He has flirted with many people and disregards that I am there. He used to be all over me and now he acts as if I do not exist!”

“That’s horrible. But I have to break it to you. Some men like it when their significant others are jealous. It’s thrilling to them. If you dislike that, you should tell him.”

“I have! He will not listen to me!”

Your uncle grunted in anger and shook his head. He placed his index finger and thumb under his chin, thinking hard about something. Tears rolled from your eyes and felt like they could not stop.

“Come with me, darling.”

Following behind your uncle like a 5-year-old, he led the way to his newly renovated basement, and in that basement stood something that mimicked a lab. He removed a large blanket that covered a table full of glass test tubes and pink liquid. You were hopelessly confused as to why your uncle was smiling at his little creation.

“Uncle…what is all this?”

“Can you guess?”

“Sorry. I have no idea what it is.”

“It’s a love potion!”

You gasp and step back rather far from him. You frowned, not believing what your uncle has told you. Love potions were depicted and always fictional; they simply don’t exist. Hell, Cupid DOES NOT exist and yet he claims that he has made a love potion?! You have always known your uncle to be a wacky man but NOT THIS wacky! Not only did he have a small test tube of this love potion but he had at least 100 small bottles of it too!

“Uncle….don’t tell me…”

“Maybe Hisoka can take a shot of this…”

“U/N! No! That’s wrong!”

“Huh?”

“If he doesn’t love me anymore, I’ll break up with him. Plain and simple.”

“But y/n!-“

“No buts!”

Gosh, you sound like your aunt!

“Why do you have that anyway? I could have sworn you and auntie madly in love anyway.”

“We are….” He stopped talking for a brief moment as he made his way to the door. He did not want your aunt to overhear him speak or else she’d have his head.

“We’ve had a few tiffs lately and she is being distant. I was thinking of giving her this potion.”

“You can’t just…give her that! What if she’s allergic to any ingredient you put in there?”

“SHHH! It’s not a drug, ok darling? It’s essentially a cupid’s arrow in liquid form.”

“Oh yeah! And Santa Claus is real, right? Come on Unc. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Y/N wait! Wait!” Your uncle ran up the stairs after you to try and have an actual heart-to-heart conversation with you. In reality, The love potion wasn’t anything that would harm Hisoka or your auntie; it was something that everyone had. This “love potion” has many variants in the market already. It has its own juice, pop, and merchandise line. When people gave testimonies about them falling madly in love with their partners, you thought it was an absolute joke!

The day had reached 11 PM. The sun had set for the day and the bright stars shined brightly against the beach. Chrollo and the others had left hours ago probably forgetting that you and Hisoka had tagged along. As you cleared the dinner table, the love potion sat there, in its small slender glass frame. This had been extracted so it could be digested but still, you didn’t go anywhere near it.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

As you turned the lights off downstairs, the front door barreled open. Your eyes had been adjusted to light for the last few hours; seeing in the dark was nearly impossible. But one thing is for sure, that infamous bubble gum small dashed towards your nostrils.

Hisoka.

The lights turned on once again and this time, they began to flicker a little. Hisoka’s piercing golden eyes were able to grab a hold of yours instantly. It felt like you were paralyzed with sudden fear and anger. So many emotions raged throughout your body; your brain sending many signals to the various parts of your body. Both of your cousins come running in, arms stuck out like airplanes zooming all through the living room. One flew underneath Hisoka’s legs and the other flew many times around you. Their sudden joy made you smile a little; they were so full of joy and hope…that is until they grow up.

“I like your boyfriend, y/n!”

“Yeah! He’s so fun! He taught me how to play Poker!”

“You what?!”

“Hey! She needs to know in case she needs to make some cash.”

“Ok, you two. Up to bed. Mom and Dad are waiting for you.”

Both of your cousins zoom into their rooms making loud airplane noises.

“I must admit, I see potential in those kids. They made their own marshmallows, mingled amongst people their age, and even reminded me when their bedtime was.”

He looked from the staircase to you. “Thank you for—“ he stopped as he looked at your angry face.

“—Are you still mad about earlier?”

“What do you think, jerk?”

“Would you stop playing hard to get? You haven’t given me a kiss today.” He bent down and puckered his lips, expecting you to respond. Instead, you turn the lights off leaving a kiss-less Hisoka in the dark. Hisoka stood in the middle of the dark living room beyond confused at your actions.

Finally! Alone at last. No one to interrupt your thoughts or sleep, just you in your auntie’s guest room. The bed was extra comfy! It was so fluffy that it almost made you get up and inside Hisoka to sleep with you.

“No. He needs to learn his lesson,” you thought to yourself. Besides, a non-married couple sleeping in the same bed together was NOT going to fly in this house. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed for what felt like 20 minutes but were actually 8 hours. The sun beamed through the curtains acting as your silent alarm clock. Stretching your muscles and yawing felt amazing after a good night’s sleep. Checking your phone was a reflex but feeling an odd source of shadows made you freeze. As you slowly turned around, Hisoka was laying in your bed, with his boxers on, smiling, and gawking at you; something he’d never done. You thought rubbing your eyes twice would make him go away, but he was still there in the flesh. Still angry about yesterday's encounter, you stare at him plainly.

“What in the world are you doing here, Hisoka?”

“To be with you, of course, my dear.” His tone was much softer; it felt as if he was barely moving his tongue. His lips slightly puckered as he spoke. Your boyfriend was always mysterious but it can be said that he was never predictable.

“What are you talking about?”

He scoots closer to you; his bare chest rubbing against your right arm. He places his left arm around your neck pulling you closer. So close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He took his index knuckle, placed it under your chin, and lifted.

“Oh, how I missed your face…the sound of your voice…my heart aches for you.”

You blink twice.

Am I dreaming? What is going on here?!

“Hisoka—“

He placed his index finger over your lips; his long nail gently scratches the top part. “Shhh….” Quickly but softly, Hisoka gives you a kiss but not just an ordinary kiss, one that is very breathtaking. His lips were much softer than you remember and a lot moister. He didn’t force anything; he gently moved his lips to make you more comfortable. What felt like a lifetime was truly only 10 seconds and on the 11th, he parted. Gazing into his golden eyes this time made your heart skip a beat. You remained silent, slightly afraid to say a word as he stared into your eyes deeply. This was not his blood-lust look at all but awfully similar. His eyes were half-lidded but they were soft, much softer than you had seen before. Just as you were about to say something, he gently grabs your face and begins to kiss you all around without remorse. This overwhelming amount of affection not only made you bluff but be utterly embarrassed if your aunt and uncle caught you two in this state. It’s more of the family “aww’ ing” than anything else.

“How did Hisoka suddenly do a 360 from last night?”

“Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

Hisoka continued to place soft kisses. He began to pepper your lower jaw with them, earning a slightly satisfied grunt from yourself. He then professed his love for you as he kissed you in between phrases. The magician himself was as red as an apple while you were a giggling mess. He moved his lips to another part of your body. His hand kisses felt amazing once more. He moved his way up your arm and to your shoulder.

“You smell terrific, kitten,” he said in a lower huskier voice.

You growl in response; something so embarrassing that you are happy your nosy little cousins did not hear.

“You’re so adorable, kitten. So delicate that I’d be afraid to touch. So beautiful like the colors and aroma omitting from a blossom tree.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Before Hisoka said another word, he placed his right hand where the bottom of your head and neck met. He gently caressed it as he pressed his forehead against yours. The soft feeling of his nose moving swiftly against yours felt like ecstasy. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Hisoka’s a simp!”

Both of you jerked your heads to the door. Through the crack, you could see two curious pairs of eyes, staring into your room. Before Hisoka could leave the bed, you jump over him and march to the door.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people in their bedrooms.”

“And? It’s rude for you to be staying the night in my beach house and not giving us any money. Hand it over sis.”

You close the door and jump back into bed with your new boyfriend. Hisoka practically had hearts in his eyes. It’s as if he saw no one but you.

Maybe he has changed….

Your uncle’s voice could be heard a distance away and that’s when it hit you.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

Oh shit! Where is the potion?! No! It was left on the table last night!”

"Really, Unc? I think I can deal with this. After all, he is less insufferable. I’ve always wanted my beau back and I hope he remains this way…falling on his knees before me."

To be continued....