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She paused in her step. Hands clasped behind her, she leaned forward, "Ah. I see."

She ur bff for real

"How could I forget?" Rhaenyra smiled, "You fancy Daemon." Then her face turns sly, "He fancies you too, you know. But of course, I know why you would be reluctant to engage with all of... that."

GIRL HOLLUP THIS CANDLESTICK SO LOUD I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU SAW SEESAW NUFFIN Y U SO LOUDDDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Daemon Targaryen has been having quite the interesting time as of late.

GIRL 💀😭🖐️BONK 🤠

These thoughts were yours. These secrets, these desires were yours.

Why he kinda [twirls hair]

Truthfully, he has not been completely shy about his admiration for you. His precious dove. His sweetling. You thought nothing of it, knowing full well how he is. The Rogue Prince has been known to possess countless paramours.

We love a pragmatic girlie 😌💅💅😗✌️💕💕💕

It could only be yours. Who else would scroll down that thinly veiled warning on the first page, dedicated to any stranger who might deign to read it?

Ngl it took me 3 reruns to understood what this mean and i HIHIHIHIH SHE SO CUTE TBH SHE PUT A WARNING IN HER JOURNAL SHE LIKE ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER EXCEPT I WAS SO EMBARRASSED BY MY THOUGHTS AND SO UNTRUSTING I OPTED TO BE VAGUE WITH MY ACCOUNTS KNOWING ID KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. Spoiler. I grew up and FORGOT

It be like that. It be you vs you HAHAH

Daemon, of course, believed himself immune to such threats and he hurriedly found a secluded place to sit down and immerse himself in the woman who has managed to take sanctum in his mind.

RAT BEHAVIOR but he like me fr so i kinda forgive him

Then came – “Once more, if you might be a nosy intruder, turn away now, or the very worst fortunes shall fall upon you. I swear this on both the old gods and the new.”

HIHIHIHIHIHI GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR BLUSHING SHE SO CUTTEE SAUR CURE SO CUTIE PIE CUTIE PATOOTIE

Daemon found himself rolling his eyes. Of course, he would give off the worst impression upon the first moment she glanced at him. But then again…

Girl he whipped af

Daemon after being called pretty once (1):

Oh, gods. I pleasured myself to the thought of him.

🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠😭😭😭😭😭🤠🖐️💀💀 NAH IM SAYIN I COULD NEVER WRITE THAT COS WHAT IF SOMEONE DOESSSS READ IT 🤮🤮🤮🤮

“Seven fucking save me.” Daemon finds himself cursing with delight at what he just read. So his sweetling does want him in return. Oh, you cannot even imagine what I will do to you…

“We have grown quite close, him and I. Daemon is… Daemon is aflame. There can be no better word for him. He is fire incarnate, and I am not afraid of getting burned.

I think this got put out of sequence but UGHHHH SLAY MY POETIC QUEEEEN

“Will you remove yourself from my sight willingly, or shall I do it for you?”

🧍 why he kinda [tucks hair behind ear]

If I am to love, I have to be chosen as the only one.

))))): my stomach dropped she like me fr 😔

“Good morrow, sweetling.” He saunters over, permanent smirk on his lips. “That is a lovely thing you have got there,” he says, gesturing to the new journal in your lap.

Girl

“I might,” he leans in, “but I am far too fond of myself to allow something like that to transpire. Besides,” his fingers languidly trace your jawline, “I have read that you are far too fond of me to do such a thing.”

HE JUST

You do not let him finish. You punch him in the shoulder, hard, making him lean away. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, because you find yourself pacing quickly.

DESERVE

He gently pries the journal from your fist tucked beside you, and you watch as he flits through the pages as if it were his own. He whispers, “Only what you wrote about me.”

“Enough, Daemon, please…” you bite your lip, as his hands drift across your stomach, settling low on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

Daemon swallows, the sight of your darkened, mischievous expression spurring him on.

“Sweetling… let me give you something to write about.”

His lips land on yours. The impact catches you by surprise, making you take a few steps back, and he promptly follows suit. Your bodies move in sync, until your back collides into one of the marble plinths.

OK LITERALLY JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR USING THE WORD PLINTHS NEW WORD UNLOCKED I CANT BELIEVE THAT'S WHAT THAT'S CALLED SLAY THANK YOU LOVE YOU

His tongue pries your mouth open wide, snaking past your teeth in a frenzy. Without breaking the kiss, he takes your hands, and guides them to the back of his neck, so that you might hold him in turn. You do, burying your fingers in his silver tresses.

SLAY THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WELL WRITTEN SO IN CHARACTER AT ONE POINT I WAS SCARED I MIGHT NOT LIKE IT COS DAEMON WOULD BE TOO MUSHY which is not inherently bad i just dont prefer it BUT SLAY IT WAS STILL SO GOOD AND IN CHARACTER AND tbh it's just my petty ass but i was hoping shed break his nose or smth IDK I LOVE ENDING THINGS IN ANGST

rogue ink

Daemon Targaryen x f!reader

word count: 3.4k ▪︎ masterlist

themes/warnings: fluff, language, very brief mention of smut

The reader is devastated at the loss of her precious journal, worried that it might fall into the wrong hands. And who better else to discover it, but the Rogue Prince himself?

It was a small thing.

A small, leather-bound journal. Filled with accounts of your days and nights, your deepest thoughts, your pains. An unassuming object, sort of tattered from use.

And it had been missing for three days. The gods were not good.

You searched everywhere. Every corner of your chambers, in all the pouches you had especially sewn onto your dresses, practically every inch of the Red Keep which you have called home ever since your family was invited to King Viserys' court.

And yet it was nowhere to be found.

It was immediately noticeable to your inner circle that something was amiss, but you just shrugged it off. One person you did confide in, however, was Princess Rhaenyra herself. The two of you quickly grew close after her former companion, Alicent, was sent off to wed some wealthy, Southern lord.

"So what if it has gone missing? Perhaps you have simply misplaced it? Anyway, we could easily get you a new one, y/n."

Your head swiftly turned in her direction, "I appreciate your tone of confidence, Rhaenyra - "

She nodded, making a playful show of curtsying.

" - but... I've scrolled down personal matters in those pages. Especially when it concerns..."

She paused in her step. Hands clasped behind her, she leaned forward, "Ah. I see."

When it concerns Daemon. But it need not be said aloud.

Rhaenyra has been privy to some of your musings about her beloved uncle. Only the ones that you would ever let befall on another person's ears, that is. Some of it... well... would be more than enough to make any maiden blush.

"How could I forget?" Rhaenyra smiled, "You fancy Daemon." Then her face turns sly, "He fancies you too, you know. But of course, I know why you would be reluctant to engage with all of... that."

Your hand reaches up in an attempt to hide your face from shame, "Gods, what would happen if anyone at court were to find it? It would only be so easy to determine that the thing is my possession. I've written my father's and mother's names on it, and yours, and Daemon's..."

"What's the worst that could happen?" Rhaenyra wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you steady, "This court of sycophants never runs out of fodder for their dull conversations. Your journal might be spoken of for a day or two, then they shall move on to something of lesser import."

You sighed deeply, a mask of calm appearing on your visage, though Rhaenyra knew better.

It will be alright. Another half-truth. This loss will soon be a trifling thing.

If only...

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Daemon Targaryen has been having quite the interesting time as of late.

The pages of your small, tattered journal feel light on his fingertips, but he might be inclined to say that the mere feel of the parchment is exhilarating.

These thoughts were yours. These secrets, these desires were yours.

And you are damned if you would allow yourself to be one of his mere passing fancies. To be bedded one night and forgotten the next.

He once thought that his admiration is not well-received, until one morning, when he watched as an object fell out of your dress as you sprinted down the hallway, headed to only the gods knew where. You bumped into several ladies of the court, mumbling rushed apologies, only to be met with irate stares, but you went on without any mind to them.

Daemon failed to hide the smile that sprung from his lips. He quietly shifted to the spot where you dropped something, and that's when he saw it. Your journal.

It could only be yours. Who else would scroll down that thinly veiled warning on the first page, dedicated to any stranger who might deign to read it?

Daemon, of course, believed himself immune to such threats and he hurriedly found a secluded place to sit down and immerse himself in the woman who has managed to take sanctum in his mind.

And his heart, but the notorious prince would still be loath to admit that.

A few pages in, with amusement dancing his eyes, his chest felt warm at the image of you inking these thoughts onto the parchment.

Then came – “Once more, if you might be a nosy intruder, turn away now, or the very worst fortunes shall fall upon you. I swear this on both the old gods and the new.”

Perhaps I should stop. After all, she just might impale me with mine own Dark Sister if she found this in my possession. Daemon’s hand hesitated as he was about to turn the next page.

He had half a mind to close your journal, partially resolved at returning it to your chambers without you even having to notice its loss, but his eyes were quickly drawn to the following words…

“I finally saw Prince Daemon Targaryen this morning.”

How could Daemon stop his perusing at that moment? He read on with renewed interest, yearning to know more of what you think about him.

“By the gods, he is as beautiful as he is infuriating. I was made to be the cupbearer in today’s small council meeting, and the Rogue Prince strolled in, well in the middle of the discussion, without any mind as to the disturbance that his late arrival caused, if any. Not a care in the seven kingdoms. He paid absolutely no mind to me, standing there in the corner.

But I saw him.”

Daemon found himself rolling his eyes. Of course, he would give off the worst impression upon the first moment she glanced at him. But then again…

She thinks me beautiful. Vanity had allowed him to glaze over the part where you call him “infuriating”.

I suppose I shall have further use for your precious book, my sweetling.

And so the next few days were spent raking your journal for passages about him. Daemon knows full well that doing so can be deemed a violation of your privacy, but if he can use this to get closer to you, then this is something that simply must be allowed.

In his eyes, it may even be necessary. He needs this. Wants it, even. He wants to get under your skin, and these pages all but symbolize that very thing.

After all, Daemon swore that he shall only read the parts wherein he is concerned, and that is well within his right, is it not?

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“Daemon is indeed something to behold. Yes, my opinion still stands.

However, I am not certain what to make of him. Is he to be trusted? No. Bloody well not. Is he kind? That is not really a word anyone would use to define him.

But… there is something… something in his eyes. Daemon is much more than the rogue scoundrel that his moniker deems him to be. He is more than just ‘dangerous’ or ‘unpredictable’ or a potential ‘second Maegor’ (Truthfully, I find it hard to believe that last thing). Daemon is… more than that.

I just can’t find the words to encapsulate him. Perhaps words never can.”

The days pass quickly, and Daemon finds himself opening your journal now and again.

He cannot help it. The more he reads, the more he learns of you. But that is not the only reason. He is also discovering himself, as it turns out - an image of himself that he has not entertained before.

Not only The Rogue Prince, but a person of greater value than his notorious misdeeds. He believes that you see something in him that not even he can see himself.

Something more. Something… good.

Though his intentions prove to be not entirely innocent, as is the usual case. He comes upon one specific part, with your penmanship turning into a nervous scribble. It is as if you were wary that someone might be looking over your shoulder and deign to discover what salacious scrawls you have put down about the Rogue Prince.

Daemon’s eyes hurriedly glide over the ink, basking in what he reads.

“I must confess something.

I know it is quite unbecoming of a lady. Of a maiden. But in the last hour of the owl, I…

I…

Oh, gods. I pleasured myself to the thought of him.

You know. It can only be him. Daemon.”

“Seven fucking save me.” Daemon finds himself cursing with delight at what he just read. So his sweetling does want him in return. Oh, you cannot even imagine what I will do to you…

“We have grown quite close, him and I. Daemon is… Daemon is aflame. There can be no better word for him. He is fire incarnate, and I am not afraid of getting burned.

Or… I don’t want to be. I just. Want. Him.

I want to feel him. I want to feel his lips on mine. Not long ago, he leaned in close and his musk enveloped me. His lips very nearly grazed my cheek. Silly me could not come up with a witty response then and there. A shame. But can you blame me? All I could think about was snogging the fucking Rogue Prince himself!

Ha! Gods!

Perhaps I have gone insane.”

Daemon chuckles freely, alone in his chambers, your journal firmly between both hands. Any clueless onlooker would think it strange, as the Rogue Prince does not make a habit of exhibiting such behaviour. The pleasure in the tone of his laughter rings true and genuine.

If it becomes known that the reason for this is the Lady Y/n, then only a fool would dare deny the centre of their prince’s affections.

“But I cannot deny it.

I cannot have him. I shall not… he is… he does not seem willing to devote himself to just one lady. One wife. There is never a lack of gossip about the prince’s exploits in the Street of Silk, and a hundred other brothels besides.

His need cannot be sated it seems. I… surely, I will not be enough to sate it.

And I won’t allow myself to be one among many paramours.

If I am to love, I have to be chosen as the only one.

However…

Mother spare me.

However… I find myself imagining Daemon’s hands roaming freely across the planes of my skin, fondling my chest, his fingers drifting downward until they are buried in the heat of my soaked cunt.

When the castle is asleep, I find myself writhing in my sheets, thinking about the prince’s massive co – “

A knock echoes across the chambers. Daemon’s head shoots up immediately, irritation blooming across his face, but his cheeks remain flushed from what he just read.

Who the fuck is this?

His squire enters, a gangly young lad of six and ten. He bows hurriedly, and with a shaky voice, he implores, “My prince, you are being summoned by His Grace King Viserys to the small council meeting.”

Has that blasted formality come round again so soon? Daemon shrugs, turning back to the pages. Though he can hardly focus with the snivelling interruption still present in the room, who risks arousing his master’s anger when he speaks once more, “Forgive me, my prince, but I have been instructed to report with - ”

“Will you remove yourself from my sight willingly, or shall I do it for you?”

“M-my prince… I…” The squire nearly stumbles backwards at Daemon’s wroth.

“Leave. The small council will have the privilege of my presence in due course.”

And so, Daemon is again left alone, his squire’s rapid footsteps practically bolting out the doors.

Smirking, he greets your journal like an old friend. “Now, where was I?”

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Your newly gifted journal boasts of a far more opulent appearance than its predecessor. Rhaenyra made sure that the Maesters bound only the finest parchment and leather for this very thing; the cover even has gold and red embossments, as well as inscriptions in High Valyrian.

You were reluctant to accept such a gift, but Rhaenyra was persistent. And everyone knows, there is no refusing the Realm’s Delight when she has her heart set on something.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to know of the whereabouts of your journal… well, your old journal now.

Nestled in your usual spot in the gardens, you turn your new journal over in your hands, admiring the handiwork of the Maesters.

The rear possesses the inscription - Isse otāpagon hen ñuha ojūdan udra, se isse ōños hen skoros pirtra hembar… - which Rhaenyra explained as roughly translating to - In remembrance of my rogue ink, and in joyous anticipation of what lies ahead…

You did not fail to notice the deliberate placement of the word rogue, which can only be Rhaenyra’s doing. Clever.

Rogue ink. Rogue Prince. Am I to call myself Lady Rogue now?

“My Lady.” His voice calls out, nearly startling the journal out of your hands. Oh fuck.

“Prince Daemon,” you swivel around to his voice, and sure enough, he leans against one of the tall hedges, studying you. Not a care in the seven kingdoms, as always.

“Good morrow, sweetling.” He saunters over, permanent smirk on his lips. “That is a lovely thing you have got there,” he says, gesturing to the new journal in your lap.

“Why yes, it is.” You lay it down beside you, and he promptly picks it up without even asking for your leave.

“Isse otāpagon hen ñuha ojūdan udra…” He reads, the High Valyrian sounding musical on his tongue. Far better than how you attempted to voice out the same words.

“Hmm.” He hands it over, and sits right next to you, stretching his long legs in front of him.

“Rogue ink.” He mumbles thoughtfully, glancing at you.

“It was Rhaenyra’s idea.” You say, your throat suddenly feeling dry, your heart racing from his proximity.

“Ah, yes. I was very sorry to hear of how you lost your journal. Rhaenyra said you were quite devastated.” Daemon lies plainly. His beloved niece never shared this with him, for she knows you would not approve.

“She did?”

“I do recall, yes.”

“Oh.” You clear your throat, choosing to let it pass. “Well, she was awfully kind in giving me this as a replacement. I could not thank her enough.”

Daemon smiles, casting his gaze downward, as if he is privy to a secret that is kept from you. Does the handsome bastard know something?

“It is a shame that I could not find it,” you sigh, “I am still perturbed by the thought of someone whose intentions are unsavoury, reading all that I have written.”

“Whatever would you do to them, were you to find out their identity, my sweetling?”

You shake your head slightly at the name he has given you. Anything to distract from the warmth spreading across your face. You lean in closer, suddenly, much to Daemon’s surprise, “Would you let me wield Dark Sister, so I might teach them a lesson?”

Daemon swallows, the sight of your darkened, mischievous expression spurring him on.

Your stomach falls, the sensation so sudden that you simply freeze in place, with Daemon’s warm breath still fanning your face.

“You…”

Your face scrunches in a mixture of what can only be shock and anger and embarrassment. Daemon only finds it endearing. Adorable.

He starts, “Now, sweetling, try not to be cross - ”

You do not let him finish. You punch him in the shoulder, hard, making him lean away. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, because you find yourself pacing quickly.

Gods, I just assaulted a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. More pacing. Who cares? It’s Daemon, and he deserves it.

The sound of his laughter echoes in the gardens, grating in your ears.

He stands, pulling something out of the pocket of his trousers, and presenting it to you. Your little, rogue journal.

Wrenching it from him, you can only ask, “You stole it from me?”

He looks appalled, “No, I would not do that. I found it. It might occur to you to thank me. Who knows what could have happened if anyone else besides me discovered your precious journal when you dropped it in a haste.”

“Thank you?” You stare him down, your left hand squeezing your journal firmly, threatening to destroy its very structure. “Why did it take so long for you to return it to me? Did you… did you…”

“Read it?” His eyes rake your face, over and over, enamoured by the passion he sees.

You say nothing. Of course he has.

“You must forgive my curiosity, sweetling. I could not help myself, plainly, to have some glimpse into your mind, into your heart… I simply… I had to.”

You soften a little at that. “Did you read everything?”

Daemon steps forward, overwhelming your space once more, “Not everything. Not quite.”

He gently pries the journal from your fist tucked beside you, and you watch as he flits through the pages as if it were his own. He whispers, “Only what you wrote about me.”

“Gods.” You desperately look toward the sky for some respite, not finding any.

He lands on the page he was searching for, a smile spreading across his face. “I am flattered, my lady, about how you envisioned us in what can only be… very compromising positions.”

“Enough, Daemon, please…” you bite your lip, as his hands drift across your stomach, settling low on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The journal has been discarded by your feet, and Daemon only has eyes for you. His voice is genuine when he says, “You have written about me as if I were… someone else. Someone more.”

Your eyes catch how his tongue flicks across his lips. You start to give in, and say, “Daemon, I write only what I see.”

His lips are curled in their familiar roguish way, when he drifts even closer, tilting your face up at him with one hand.

“Daemon…”

“Sweetling… let me give you something to write about.”

In true Daemon fashion, he does not reign himself in.

Your lips battle each other, and Daemon tilts your head back so that he might advance more. A low growl escapes his chest as his teeth carefully clamp down on your bottom lip, pulling at the flesh.

He pulls away, pleased at how swollen your lips have become due to his work, “If I were inclined to write as you do, the words would doubtlessly be a tribute to you, sweetling.”

You did not expect that.

Still reeling from the taste of his mouth, you finally smile, though wryly, “You could only be telling me what I wish to hear. Soften my anger at how you invaded my most intimate musings.”

He nods once, one hand reaching up to lean on the plinth above your head. His violet eyes bore into yours, burning with unmistakable desire.

“I could indeed.” He kisses you again, his lips briefly pressing against your own, with a gentleness that is quite unusual for the Rogue Prince. “But mayhaps I shall prove to be quite convincing.”

You take a deep breath, peering up at him in a haze. Your shaky nerves finally settle, and you drink him in. Your rogue muse. The object of your affection, as he now knows. “Prove it then. My new journal is in need of fresh accountings. What better thing to write about than the taste of your lips…”

Another kiss, and another.

“I am yours, sweetling.”

Been a while, loves! Hectic stuff + writing ruts can tend to cause such breaks, but I'm glad to be back and writing again ❤️

Yes, it seems that I sometimes take weeks (even months) to update series works. But then I'll get oneshot ideas, and they get done within a day (like this one). I can't explain it either 🙃

But anyway - series updates up... soon enough!

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon fanfic

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lordbib · 3 years ago

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Hi lord, are you still accepting asks? If so, 7,22,25,30. Have a great day!

7. 3 fruits that you love the most

1. mango!! its my grandpas favorite and whenever i go to my grandparents house he still cuts it up for me. My favorite is mangga gedong which is more colourful and is the best manggo in general

2. Durian!! its good and its not stinky i love it. i also used to eat this with my grandpa on ramadan after we break the fast.

3. Longan! they're nice and sweet and i can eat a lot of them like rlly fast. i can finish a pack of them in an hour or less hdjsgf.

honorable mention (im too indesicive leave me alone): raspberries! best berry fight me

22. 3 movies/books/tv shows that made you cry

ok but disclaimer EVERYTHING makes me cry

1. Inside out. Bing Bong. Traumatic.

2. Banana Fish. Self explanatory i was sobbing by the second episode holy shit it was bad. 9th episode i had to take 2 days not continuing out of sadness.

3. A Silent Voice. this hit me HARD i was sobbing baddd. Just how symbolic and how it explains the two povs of bully and bullied is just amazing. Go watch it.

25. 3 people you’d never get tired of

i cant choose so this will be like 20 dif ppl

1. My cousins Adri, Nay, and Jin. (tbh especially Jin) jhsdf. We've been really close since we were babiess. Me and Jin are 6 months apart in age and went to school together for like 10 years so yaa we basically saw each other everyday. Adri and i are further apart in age so i dont share my secrets as much with her then i do with Nay and Jin. Nay and i are reallyy close but not as close as me and Jin. Also Nay is currently in boarding school so sadly i only talk to her every two weeks or so.

2. Irls! my friends from my old school who ive known for 8+ years, and also friends from my current school!! Me and the girls from my old school still talk everyday and vc sometimess we have weekly zoom game times. Also my closest friend Sha who isnt answering my dm rn smh (thats a joke shes in school hihi) she is the one who got me into kpop (suprise i like kpop i might post more abt it later on)

3. proceeds to tag all of the levihan server naur but i genuinely never get tired of them hdjfg. let me attempt this hollup. @gremlinelrics @immagoudaboi @callantry @solborealis @mello-jello my lovely parents <3 love u all. also @glassesandswords and @renrampant are technically also my parents but Rens also my sister. dont question it our family tree is a tumbleweed. @snudootchaikovsky my dear grandma <3 @thexanwillshine my dear mother <3 holy shit how will i do this @malunggaybe @lilnazx @mashedpotatoforhanjo @thehyscriptures my dear siblings <3 and also all of these ppl:

@chili-aux @oyzoe @bluesylveon2 @cherryhatesmaths @djmarinizelablog @clickerisha @agoldenheartedsnkfan @free-pancakes @fanmoose12 and so many others i absolutely love with my heart but im way too scared to tag them omg scer sorry for the tag love u all sm <3 i would never get tired of all of u the server is very dear to my heart and i love u all <33

30. 3 moments you could never forget

(ill leave the trauma out of this hsdhs)

1. moving from my school of 10 years and also my friends of 10 years (during a goddamned pandemic too) but it was genuinely a sad and memorable moment a lot of experiences at that school and with those people are also very memorable

2. eids at my grandparents with my family eating, talking, playing. The last 2 eids we havent been able to do that because of the pandemic so i miss it a lott.

3. holidays with my mom! Theyre always really fun

#<3 #SORRY FOR THE TAG #ALSO I DELIBERATELY MISSED MANY PPL BCS IM SCARED HAHAHSHASH #PLS TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYONE

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whimsywit · 4 years ago

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okay so a lil while ago i saw this tiktok that shows off official merch of a quirkless mina and she has dark skin and i havent been able to think about anything since so!! here we go here we go satellite radio ;0

lord i don’t even know where to START

okay hollup i do, first off i think mina’s blasian!

Her dad is black and grew up in the states before coming to Japan for work, then settled with her mom so she could be born and raised there

She spent a lot of her summers in America to visit her dad’s side of the family

And her friends too! There’s a big breakdance community in their city she’s a part of

They call her the “international rep” lol, and she features in their videos whenever she can

It’s a bit difficult to travel now with her hero training tho, she gets in her feelings about it a lot :/

I actually need to make a whole nother post bout her music or else this one’d get too long, so look out for a part two 😚✌🏼

Because I love her and this is MY blog and I get to write my comfort characters HOWEVER I WANT, she’s half Caribbean!!

Specifically Barbadan (and she loves bragging about how it’s Rihanna’s home island lmao)

It’s also why mango her favorite flavor! Lots of childhood memories of eating them with her cousins so she picks it whenever possible uwu

It also gets her weird looks whenever she eats the whole thing down to the pit with the juices dripping all over but she doesn’t care whatsoever, trust me it’s an unmatched experience 😤😤

Also in the food category, she looooves goat, whether its roti or curry or whatever, and hates that she can only get it outside of Japan since they don’t eat it much there

ALSO also—handles her spice the👏fuckin👏best👏 out of anyone in the class, even beating Bakugo but just barely

(this was tested with a hot sauce contest in the dorms, everyone was hype as hell, she skated by with her win but he respects her a lot for it but would positively die before saying it outloud)

Cmon yall what do you expect when you grow up on pepper soup n jerk seasoning on everything 💅🏼💅🏼

Wash day is an even bigger hassle for her than most since she has to work around her horns, and she can’t even wear a bonnet w/o poking holes in it

BUT HOLY SHIT GUYS since she can control the viscosity and solubility she uses her acid as edge control!! so it def balances out like can you imagine the money she saves??

She’s mad talented at doing big swirls too, just another way to steal the spotlight at any event ✨

When Black is King dropped you can bet THE BOTTOM DOLLA she made her friends sit they asses down n watch it 😂😂

With all that animal print?? The VIBES?? No way she gonna keep it to herself tf??

In general she’s v up to date on pop culture, trends, slang, all that jazz, often times ahead of the game before something even picks up speed

Everything is just repurposed from black women and AAVE anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

She also has a biiiiig habit of sucking her teeth, youll hear it all the time when the bakusquad is studying or in the middle of a test

Bakugo actually picks it up and starts doing it whenever he’s annoyed!! So...... all the time—

When she notices, god the sheer excitement and smile on her face 🥺🥺

He’s kinda flustered by it and cusses her out as always, but he doesn’t stop doing it either and it brings them a lot closer in addition to the shared love of spice

I actually need to cut myself off before i have yall scrolling for AEONS, but yea honestly we should’ve guessed

Her energy is unmatched, she’s the baddest bitch in every scene she’s in, can you tell she’s my favorite yet or do I need to go on?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist 〜♡

#homemade confections〜#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mina ashido #ashido mina #mina ashido headcanons #black!mina #black!ashido #black bnha #black mha

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kazuhasbunny · 4 years ago

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ELI ELI ELI!!

I had a pretty neat day of school yesterday (and today)

although I’m not looking forward to going off campus for AACAL classes, it takes forever but their vending machines have good stuff.

also (I saw cute people) and I some upperclassman walked me across the street idk why???

the upperclassman also look like their younger than us

(my friend’s friends told her it was a good thing she was being nice to at least one person (me) also news on Toma, he got sad because my friend told him abt my ghost stories (he loves ghost things and I’m his main source on first hand events) BAHAHA)

very good week so far also I fell while walking to class and I’m pretty sure I reopened the scab on my knee 🥲

- 🍅

hii hii !!

omg what yall schools have vending machines ?? that’s so cool ! if i had one damn i’d be broke 😭 no self control .. </3

aw that’s so nice of them what !!! if that happened i might scream out of embarrasment like . i can walk by myself u know … sobs

NOO TOMA OMG 😭 and hollup — you tell ghost stories ?? DAMN bestie you’re so cool !!! i honestly love it when people storytell especially if it’s horror or anything related to it .. the thrill of the stories oooo .. soo spooky yet so enjoyable .. so swag of them they should tuck me in bed and tell me a banger story i’d fall asleep instantly

noooo how’d u fell ☹️☹️ bestie pls pleasee take care !!! yall watch your steps im about to literally hold yalls hand while walking so nothing bad happens (plot twist the bad thing happens to me instead </3 silly clumsy me) i hope ur doing well though nonnie ! love u mwah <33

#🍅 anon #eli.replies #eli.talks

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theficplug · 5 years ago

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{My Boyfriend Does My Makeup with Trevante}

{The YouTube Series}

Warnings: none , fluff

Trevante finally had some time off after his latest film had wrapped and although you were both private about your relationship. You decided to give your boos (your viewers) something special for 307k.

"Welcome to or back to my channel my boos. I have a special guest today. Everybody say hello to my boo bear. Who agreed to do the My Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge with me. Say hey baby." You say to him as he flashes his pearly whites at the camera and you can already tell you're going to have to filter the thirst comments.

"Hey , I'm uh Trevante y'all probably have seen me in a few things. If I seem like that familiar face that you can't put a name to. That's why. Also looking forward to playing some characters that don't die halfways through." He says jokingly at the end before giving a shy awkward little nod to the camera.

You take his hand in yours and nuzzle closer into his side to get him to relax a little.

"What I think a lot of people don't know is that even though he's always in front of the camera. He's also kinda shy and doesn't like a lot of attention on him, but unfortunately for you baby is that BOI WE FINNA BE ON YOUR ASS IF YOU MESS IT UP." You say jokingly as you set out all of the makeup and a little cheat sheet to tell him where everything goes.

You watch him break into a smile and throw his hands up.

"Ye of little faith. That hurts bae." He says pretending to be hurt with his hand over his heart dramatically.

"I'm only joking. I believe in you. Gimme kiss?" you ask before he pokes his lips out for you to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Alright , I'm ready. Today we're gonna use the Fenty foundation? We're just gonna take Miss Riri's stuff and rub it in, all over the face. You don't really need a sponge or brush or any of that. That's all to get you to spend more money." He says to the camera as if he knows what he's doing.

You try to hold in your laughter while looking at the camera and shaking your head.

"You're doing good Tre. I feel prettier already. What's the next step?" You ask him as you watch him work. His tongue slightly poking out as he's concentrated on getting your face to look "right".

Sometimes you just get caught up in how beautiful and kind he is. He always takes care of you and tries his hardest to be involved in anything you're interested in.

"I feel you eyeing me while I work and lemme just say it's highly distracting ma'am. I'm a professional." He says jokingly before giving you a quick kiss. You tug at his bottom lip before kissing him again.

"SHE GETTING DEMONETIZED Y'ALL. We gotta keep it pg." He says before working his way down the little cheat sheet you've left him.

"If you poke me in my eye. I'm swinging." You say to Trevante as he grips your chin gently while trying to apply eyeliner.

"Y'all see how she be treating me? Gon beat my ass in front of all of y'all like that. Lemme stop before that's all over Twitter. Shhh, stop fidgeting let me get it right. " He says and you can feel the felt tip going past where the little flick needed to stop.

"How do I look baby?" You ask as you batting your eyelashes at him and watch his face scrunch slightly at messing it up.

"Hollup it's whopped on that side. Give me a wipe from over there please. . . You said earlier that you wanted to ask me some questions." Tre says to you not bopping along to the soft music playing in the background.

"If you could not love me in this way anymore. Do you think you could love me in a different way? Because you know how when some people break-up. It's so traumatic for them that they can't bare being around the person that they were with because the love there is different." You ask the heavy hitting question that came from an insta sticker. This man was actually a giant teddy bear and pouting at your question.

"For the record I ain't going nowhere. This man put a ring on it." You say giggling and waiting for his response.

"I love you in all ways , always. You know that. But, I'm tryna think about what you're asking. You're saying if weren't together no more. Could I still love you? Absolutely, we were friends before even getting together. When we met in the makeup trailer. I knew that you were going to be important in my life. And that I was gonna love you in some way. But I am grateful that I get to love you this way. I get to love you romantically , emotionally, spiritually, and (cover your ears kids) physically. I'm in love with you." He says before giving the camera a wink and blowing a kiss at them.

Your jaw drops slightly at his response. You could not be more in love with this man if you tried. You thought to yourself before leaning in to kiss his nose and then all over his face and finally his lips.

"Damn, I mean I think I like you or whatever." You say to his as he smacks his teeth and shakes his head while laughing at your response.

"I'm in love with you too Nemour. I only had 3 questions picked out. So here's my second one. When is the wedding? Someone on Instagram asked." You say to him as he nods

"We have a date and it's in my fiancee's favorite season and that's about all I can tell you on that. But I'm sure when it's all said and done she'll put a cute little video package together for y'all." He says as he applies highlighter to your nose and you look at him before bursting into laughter.

"Of course. I promise my boos will be included into the wedding somehow, but Y'ALL lemme bring the camera in please look at how this man got my nose looking like a Christmas ornament. We're going on a lil date right after this. I'm finna be looking shhmmooking hot." You say sarcastically and he couldn't even stay pressed as he breaks out into laughter with you.

"Okay so you're on the last part of my routine which is lips. So before you start I'll ask one last question from Twitter. It says what was our first impression of each other." You smile at the question remembering exactly what he was wearing and everything.

"Well I met you while working on the set of Predator. I was like damn okay lil chocolate drop. Can I get your number? No, but really I thought you were beautiful and funny and just like full of light. There were some early morning call times where I was just grumpy as hell and had to wake up at like 4am and have to hang off fake plane for who knows how long. But there you were in the trailer already dancing around to this one throwback song and giving everybody positive morning affirmations.

Just getting shit done too. I was just standing there watching you in your element. Your lil fro bouncing side to side as you swayed around getting all of your supplies together. And I remembered you ordered everybody breakfast with like Uber Eats or something. Your energy had me hooked from the start. I think I'm more of a morning person now because of you." He says as he picks out the lipstick color.

"You never told me that! That's so sweet boo bear. I was just trying to make everybody feel better 'cause those were some long ass hours. Trying to add all the lil scars and makeup and everything so early in the morning was a lot. But I got to spend more time with you so I wasn't complaining. My first impression of you hmmm. I think I was shocked at how beautiful you are! Wait , wait lemme explain. I've seen you before on that one Tyler Perry show as Ramsey before you got killed off. And just like when I found out you were going to be in that film. I was nervous as hell. And when you walked into the trailer with your beanie almost over your eyes and your headphones on like you were too cool for school. I knew I had to play it cool. I just like sauntered over to you and offered you a breakfast plate. It worked though. Cause you was grooving to Brandy too. After that I realized how you have the driest humor, and yet you are the funniest person I know. I mean like dad joke central with him. He be slapping his knee and everything y'all. But he could've been a whole comedian." You say to the camera and he waits for you to finish before he starts applying the deep plum shade of lipstick.

"My humor may be dry but you still be doing the scatter run when I do the Norbit voice." He says laugh softly at you already about to start wheezing.

"Done?" You ask him as he sits back admiring his work.

"I don't think I did too bad. Look" he says handing you the mirror as you look closely

"My lashes barely hanging on and my eyeliner doing the Cha Cha Slide but other than that I think it looks good. You did a good job baby." You say giving him a kiss as he smirks into it. Already getting the big head.

"I'm coming for your brand baby. Multi-talented." He says to the camera.

"Alright and with that I'mma end this video before his head gets even more inflated. I seen some juicer questions earlier but y'all there ain't no tea. We sexy but our own type of sexy. I gotta show y'all the photos from Halloween when we dressed as Marcus Burnett and Mike Lowry from Bad Boys... We're that couple." You say chuckling softly.

"Alright my boos, y'all know what to do. Like , comment , and subscribe if you want. Turn on the notification bell so you can know when your faves fave post again. Who knows I might get him to do the No Hands Kissing Challenge for 400k. And an OnlyFans video for 1 million." You say half jokingly as it flies over his head for a moment before the lightbulb goes off.

"I don't know about all that maybe 5 milli. Alright y'all , be kinder to yourselves and stay blessed. Byyyeeeee" He says in your voice as he does your outro and you couldn't wait to just wrap your arms around him and love on him.

#Trevante Rhodes #Trevante Rhodes smut #Trevante Rhodes fic #Trevante Rhodes imagine

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bonernas · 5 years ago

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local bean discovers lack of braincells

new icon courtesy of the most exc-elle-nt @bonernas (yes i just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to finally use this godawful pun), who really managed to combine the two lights of my life in the most fun and wholesome way possible <3000

#i love how LITERALLY everyone knew it was me but you 😂😂#bee came into my dms about it like 3 times 😂😂😌#anyway im glad you like it i had so much fun with it #like its far from oerfect but i was truly vibim #also im kinda back on my stony track and now i kinda... wanna dive into that crossover more #also i really gotta watch pads 2 i havent for ages #hollup lemme order the bluray #gmamily tag #secret dobby

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jeong · 5 years ago

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The One with the Complaints

Pair: Jay Park, Gray, She

Genre: Friends, more like family & whatever you want it to be called, lol

Warning: Fiction (I just made up things, such as; gray’s house, i’m sorry)

She sat on the couch in the living room of someone’s house where could be considered as her second home while eating some of the colorful gummy worms that she got from the kitchen. This morning, Jay had called her and asked her to come over to his house as he said he needed a companion because he felt lonely today. At first, he wanted to ask some of his friends to come over however ‘she’ crossed his mind so he decided to ask her instead. Besides, it had been a long time since both of them met each other due to the packed schedules.

On her way to Jay’s house, Jay had told her to just come in when she had arrived since she already knew the pass code to his house. She followed Jay’s command and entered his house only to be greeted by the sound of morning news from the television.

“Where the heck is Jay though,” wondered her.

After realizing there was no sign of Jay, she decided to make a house tour, in fact not really, and found out that Jay was actually in the shower. How did she know it? It was because she could hear the sound of water falling inside the bathroom. So, she went over to the kitchen and took a jar which was filled up with colorful gummy worms to entertain herself while waiting for Jay and watching the morning news.

Moments later, Jay got out from the shower with only a towel wrapped around his body, water was dripping from his body. He then opened up both of his arms and she jumped in between, she could smell a faint scent of vanilla, perhaps from his shower gel.

“Hey, I miss you! Hollup I am going to dress up,” said Jay while running off to his bedroom.

Jay came out from his bedroom, wearing a plain white shirt and black short pants. The moment he sat next to her, he realized that she was eating something, his favorite’s gummy!

“What the fuck! My gummies!! Who lets you eat it? Look, half of it is gone!” shouted Jay while snatching the jar from her hand.

She stared at him in disbelief, “Really, Jay? I ate like 6, I can count it with my fingers!!! Besides, who told me before, ‘make it like your own house’?” said her while making a quoting mark.

“Okay, fine, whatever. Anyways, thanks for coming. You want some chicken? And oh black bean noodles? I know they are your favorite’s,” stated Jay while grinning

“Thank you Jayyyyyyyyyy, love ya,” smiled her.

Jay called some restaurant for take-out, fried chicken, black bean noodles, two types of pizzas, spaghetti; Carbonara and Bolognese and some rice cakes. Was Jay trying to hold a party or what in his house, the foods were a lot for two persons! Goodness gracious, what a crazy man.

“That’s a lot, Jay. But, since it’s me and you, it’s no problem haha”

Jay and her were the type that could eat a lot, sometimes. It might sound like he ordered a lot, but once the food entered their mouth, it could be addictive until they could not stop.

Jay’s phone suddenly rang, telling him that someone was calling. He checked on his phone before deciding to pick it up. The call was from Gray.

“Just tell it by yourself- Okay, okay fine, I will tell her gosh,” complained Jay as he ended the call.

“Who?” asked her, concerned.

“God damn it, let me tell you something, Gray has been complaining to me, like a lot, about you and oh god-”

“About?”

“He keeps on telling me that he feels bitter because you have not gone to his house while you went to mine like millions already,” explained Jay, looking stressed.

“Oh man, he is bitter with me? No wonder lately I got short respond from him!” realized her.

“I think you should go and visit him at his house,”

“You see, it’s not like I don’t want to go to his house, it’s-”

“Because of the level, I bet?”

“What else. His house is on level 21 Jay!!!” shouted her. “I can’t, it’s too high,”

“You have not tried yet, I mean did you forget? I’m also afraid of height, but I can make it to level 21,”

“We are different, I-“ Before she could finish, a doorbell could be heard, signaling the delivery had arrived.

Jay then made his way to the door after taking his wallet and came with full hands of plastic bags. He then put down the plastic bags on the table and went to the kitchen and came back with some plates. She, on the other hand, was gazing off, thinking whether she should give a try to visit Gray at his house, maybe she should, no she had to! That man was feeling bitter because of that, so she thought, she should sacrifice herself to make him feel better, and plus she could overcome her fear too! Yeah, killing two birds with one stone, sounded like a great idea!

“Hey, what are you thinking so deeply?” asked Jay as he was setting up the foods.

“I have decided to go to Gray’s house, maybe tomorrow? How does that sound?” asked her with her eyebrows up.

“Gray will be so happy to hear this,” smiled Jay. “By the way, I miss your coffee, mind to make me one?” asked Jay while making a cute face, haish this man.

“Please put that aegyo away, I will make it,”

As she was about to go to the kitchen to make a coffee as Jay desired, a sound from the doorbell could be heard. Who was it? The delivery had arrived.

“Let me get it-” Before Jay could get the door, the door was opened, revealing a man with a dark blue hoodie.

“Gray!” shouted Jay, surprised.

“Gray?” She asked and ran to the living room to check on him, then decided to return to the kitchen and made three mugs of coffee since Gray was here too.

“Thought you are busy! Aren’t you recording?” asked Jay while munching some fried chicken.

“Finished earlier than I thought, so decided to drop by since that someone is here,” said Gray with his sarcastic remark.

“I heard it Gray!” shouted her from the kitchen. As she came back to the living room with the coffees, she then told Gray, “I told Jay that I decided to go to your house tomorrow.”

“OH MY GOD, REALLY?!”

“God damn it, do you have to scream? We are here for goodness sake,” said Jay, annoyed.

“Yes, even I am a little bit scared cause your home is too high but nah never mind, I’ll get over it,” told her while getting some rice cake.

Gray picked up a slice of pizza then drank the coffee that was made by her. “I miss your coffee!”

“Right, I do too,” said Jay, high-fiving Gray, so childish these two men.

As Gray put down his mug on the table, he clapped his hands with a grin and said: “Forget about tomorrow, just come home with me after this.”

The ideas came like zaaas inside my head and I was like, hurm why not do some writing though I am suck at it and, yeah. Btw, I am also suck at giving title. Sorry and thanks to whoever who reads this! Stay healthy and happy!

#jaypark #parkjaebeom #jay park scenario #gray #lee seonghwa #aomg jay park #aomg gray #jay park #park jaebeom scenarios #lee seonghwa scenarios #gray lee #gray scenario #aomg scenarios

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santoteez · 6 years ago

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In the Bronx - Hongjoong (3)

Part: 3 of (?)

Part 4 is up NOW! (link doesn’t work, pls use masterlink, sorry!)

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Angst, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, underage drinking, swearing, mentions of sex, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

After standing there for what felt like an eternity, Santana rushed back into the living room, retrieving her clothes. She got dressed and ran out of the house. If she paced herself, she’d make it to the warehouse before the crew spread out to sell. She cursed once approaching the heavily bolted door. Hongjoong never gave her the key. On top of not wanting her that involved with his life, he figured she’d never need it. The statement was almost laughable in this situation.

Resorting to drastic measures, she banged on the door.

“OPEN UP, I GOTTA TALK TO DRAGON!”

“Selling hasn’t started yet. Wait at the usual spots.” A voice said from the other side.

‘Is that Carlos?’ Santana thought to herself. She always saw him walking around the neighborhood with his grandmother. She never imagined he worked for Hongjoong.

“Fool, I ain’t no junkie! I gotta talk to Dragon. Some shit went down with HJ, and ALL y’all cats gotta dip like, yesterday.”

“Who is it?” Santana sighed in relief as she heard Seonghwa speak to Carlos. “Shit. That’s Santana. Move.”

Santana came face to face with the blonde-haired man as the door swung open. Her body shook uncontrollably, and Seonghwa realized immediately what had happened.

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

Santana allowed him to pull her in, and after holding it in, she burst into tears. They stayed that way for a few minutes before pulling apart.

“C’ mon, come inside.” He said.

Once inside, Seonghwa’s voice boomed through the warehouse.

“Everybody listen up! 12’s got HJ. This means we’re hot right now. I need this place packed up and emptied out TONIGHT. Don’t worry about the product you’re cooking. We’ll risk the loss. Right now I need this abandoned warehouse to LOOK abandoned. Get to it.” Everyone immediately started tossing things out, moving plants and bagging what was on the tables.

“Santana, come with me,” Seonghwa said, not looking back to see if she heard him. Luckily, she was right on his tail. They rushed into the office and Seonghwa locked the door. Santana watched from the corner as Seonghwa rummaged the tiny rooms, gathering documents.

“Talk to me, Santana. What did the cops say when they got there.”

“Attempted murder. It was the Coca Twins.”

“Pussies. Both of them. Not once did Hongjoong shoot. He didn’t even take the fucking safety off! Do you know where they took him?”

She shook her head. “The officer that read his rights badge said ‘Bianchi.’ I didn’t get the name of the one that tackled him to the floor.” She answered, her voice quivering.

Seonghwa paused to look up at her. “Santana. I know this is hard. But you’ve gotta be strong. You knew what dating a kingpin entailed when you said yes. Cry it out now if you have to. But when you’re done, wipe your face and keep pushing. Because the sooner we fix shit, the sooner he can be back.”

She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay,” He resumed packing. “What else? Did he tell you anything?”

Santana raked her brain. “Go back to where it all started, and that’s where your future begins.”

Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“That’s the last thing he told me. He said to remember it.”

Seonghwa sighed. “Leave it to him to say some cryptic shit like that. I swear he too smart to be a kingpin.”

“You have no idea how much I agree. He also told the cops he acted alone.”

Seonghwa stuffed all the documents into his backpack. “Of course he did. He doesn’t want us both behind bars. C’mon, let’s go get Minjoon. I have his cell phone tracked.”

“Ain’t that shit incriminating?” Santana pointed to his backpack.

“More than incriminating, but with the police sniffing around, it’s safer with me.” He unlocked the door, walking out to the main area, which was already looking clearer than before.

“I am on my way to a side job. For your protection, no one besides Santana follows me. Carlos and Mitch, you will oversee the moving of the materials and equipment. Make sure all of this makes its way to the Castle Hill location before midnight. It’s fairly new but it will have to do. Like always, stay safe, stay together.” He headed to the back door.

“Whatever this side job is, come back in one piece, boss.” Lil Mike, a fairly new member said as Seonghwa approached the door he guarded.

“Don’t worry about me. Make sure you and everyone in here is safe. You may be new, but these your brothers. Have they backs.” Seonghwa opened the door once Lil Mike nodded. “Santana, stay close behind. Step quietly. Step quick.”

They got in the car and sped off down the street and onto the highway. They arrived in Brooklyn in 15 minutes flat, which was understandable considering Seonghwa was swerving and running red lights. They arrive at a brownstone off Chauncey St. The door was forced open by a piece of cardboard wedged into the hinges, and the music was booming.

Seonghwa double-parked the car, and Santana hopped out, walking straight into the apartment.

There were kids making out, smoking and drinking all over. Body shots and beer pong was going on in the far part of the house, and a smoke machine made it hard to see.

“Heyyyy, you’re too old to be in high school!” A girl slurred, approaching Santana.

“I’m looking for Minjoon Kim, you seen him?”

The girl giggled. “I don’t kiss and tell. Aren’t you too old for him anyway?”

Santana rolled her eyes. “Heffa, I don’t have the TIME, nor the ENERGY. It’s either you know where he’s at or not.”

The girl laughed again. “Wait your turn, cougar. He’s worth the wait, I promise.”

“This is getting nowhere,” Seonghwa said, causing Santana to jump. She had no idea he was standing there.

Seonghwa headed straight for the stereo, cutting the music off. Shouts of protest immediately ensued.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Seonghwa said, the room instantly becoming pin quiet. “I’m in here looking for Minjoon Kim. I shouldn’t have to explain who that is. Girls want him, guys wanna be him. Where is he?”

The room remained silent.

“If no one wants to talk, how bout we play a game? It’s called ‘Let’s see if the crazy blonde guy has a gun in his backpack.’ Unless you wanna play, start talking.”

“I saw him stumble out the house a while back.” A voice called out from the crowd.

“Did anyone bother to ask him where he was going?”

“He said he needed some air. He wanted to go home, but his DD got drunk, and his phone died so he couldn’t get an uber, so he was gonna take the bus.” Another voice called out.

Seonghwa smiled. “Now, I’m gonna turn the music back on. And all you little mongrels are gonna forget what I look like or that I was ever here. If not, I’m always willing to play my favorite game. Capiche?” just like that, the music was turned on and attention was taken off of Seonghwa.

“Wow, that was soooo hot. Who are you?” A girl approached Seonghwa on his way out.

“Dragon.”

“Dragon. That name is soooo cool. Maybe I can see you again? You might be a killer but you’re a hot one. My name’s Samantha!”

“Your hair is parted wrong. I can see all your tracks.” He said, causing Samantha to scream, running into the house

Santana burst out laughing. “That was quite the roast.”

He shrugged, smirking. “I guess that’s why they call me Dragon. Let’s go, we’ll just have to check every bus stop in the vicinity. We better hurry before the hour. At that point, he could be on any bus headed anywhere.”

They drove around in circles, checking every bus stop, taxi post, gas station they could find. Suddenly, they saw a boy in a pale-yellow shirt.

“That’s gotta be him!” Santana shouted.

“You’re right, I recognize that shirt.” Seonghwa pulled into a parking spot at the corner of the street. Just then, two men began walking opposite Minjoon. The teen, obviously disoriented, bumped into one.

“Watch the shirt, kid! This here Versace.”

“Oh, my bad.”

“Hollup, you look just like someone I know. Don’t he, Ray-Ray?”

“Yeah! What’s that cat’s name? HJ?”

“What? How- how do you know my brother?”

“Oh shit! This the little brother he been hiding. You’re in for a shitshow, kid. The twins done stung your big bro. Ratted him out. That’s what he gets for dealing with those punks.”

Seonghwa reached out, pulling Minjoon away. “Ray-Ray, Spider. Long-time no see.”

“Aw shit, here comes Dragon to save the day. Always cleaning up after your kingpin. You should’ve got that title, man. He not fit.”

“Yeah, well. That’s not your decision. Let’s go, Youngblood.” He tugged on the boy’s sleeve, jerking him backwards towards the car.

“Is that the Missus back there? Oh, baby, you way too fire to be dealing with HJ. Come find out what a real man feel like. Brooklyn’ll suit you well.” Ray-Ray called out.

“Play with fire, you get burned. Get in the car, MJ.” She opened the passenger door, and the boy stumbled inside. Once Santana was seated, Seonghwa sped off.

“Seonghwa, where’s Hongjoong? How does he know those men? Why do they think he’s a kingpin? You have to tell them they're mistaking him for someone else. Santana, make him tell them.” Minjoon said desperately.

“I’ll explain soon, Youngblood. Right now, I got one more favor to do for your brother. Just take a nap, okay, I’ll wake you up when we’re home.”

“Can you get me Popeyes? I was gonna take the bus, but I got hungry sitting at the bus stop. I remembered seeing a Popeyes on the way to the party, so I tried to find it but I got lost and my phone died.”

“Minjoon, I’ll get you the biggest order Popeyes has ever fucking seen. Just go to sleep, okay?”

The boy nodded, dozing off.

“Where we going, Seonghwa?”

“I think I finally know what HJ’s phrase meant.”

They drove to Cypress Hills Cemetery. Seonghwa turned off the car, leaving the AC on for Minjoon. They got out the car and Seonghwa retrieved a shovel from the trunk.

“I don’t even know why you have that just lying around.” Santana said.

“I wasn’t planning on telling you.” Seonghwa countered. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the top of the hill. Seonghwa suddenly stopped at a tombstone. It had definitely seen better days.

“What are we doing? Who’s buried here?”

“Technically, no one. In theory, your mother-in-law.” Seonghwa said, moving aside to let Santana read the epitaph.

Kim Ji Woo

1979-?

“HJ couldn’t move on without burying her, with or without her body. He tried searching for her, but never found any leads. So, he presumed her dead.” He shoved the shovel into the dirt. “Keep watch for me. If this is what I think it is, it should be a shallow dig.”

Santana looked out onto the street as Seonghwa tossed shovelfuls of dirt to the side. Santana turn around when she heard the shovel hit something.

“Found something,” Seonghwa said, using his hands to unbury it all the way.

Pulling at the object, it arose from the ground.

“A baby carrier?” Santana asked confused.

“Not just any carrier. The carrier Minjoon was in when the cops found them. HJ must’ve left it here.”

Seonghwa pulled back the blanket covering the large lump in the carrier, rolls of money peeking out.

“Holy shit, there’s gotta be thousands in there,” Santana said in disbelief.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose. “This has to be Minjoon’s college money. If HJ wanted us to find this, it means he doesn’t expect to be out by the time Minjoon needs it.”

“So, what are you saying?” Santana asked, terrified of the answer.

“HJ’s gonna confess. He’s gonna turn himself in as kingpin.”

#ateez jongho #ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut

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kippentrash · 6 years ago

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Tonight I made 2 of my friends watch some Andi Mack

Friend 1 had watched season 1 now and then when it was live but thought it was too cringey for her taste and Friend 2 basically never watches Disney Channel. Friend 1 I had talked to about TJ and Tyrus because she was one of the few who had SEEN the show.

I was talking to Friend 1 all week about the gun control plot and the episode and she said she kinda wanted to watch JUST s3e6 even without context. Friend 2 just… was on a dcord call with us so I roped him in too LOL. So of course I did a rabbit with them.

After the ep I showed them certain select scenes too. This is just some of their reaction highlights.

Keep in mind Friend 1 only knew about TJ and Tyrus through me and a few other things through me and has seen some episodes from s1 and has basic knowledge about the characters and plot while Friend 2 has never even seen Andi Mack period. Highlights under the cut. It’s really long bc tbh they were all just priceless.

@recap: Friend 1: Okay I see why you call Tyrus cute. Friend 2: Wait are they a ship Friend 1: Yes

@hole in wall: Friend 2: wait what the

@13 years: Friend 2: hollup 13 years?? Friend 1: *gives rundown of shows entire synopsis* Friend 2: oh ok. Wait what?

@cookie: Friend 1: who carries around a roast chicken Friend 2: i would

@hallway scene: Friend 2: ok they’re definitely a ship Friend 1: that’s so flirty Friend 2: how is that not a ship? Me: RIGHT??

@jonah and buffy: Friend 2: “i like your jacket” that’s me. i’d try that with *our other friend* Friend 1: wait did i miss something are they a ship Me: no but buffy likes another guy andi kinda dated but not jonah as far as i know. Some people think it’s a ship but i like it as a brotp Friend 1: i missed a lot Me: yup

@metcalf: Friend 1: I remember him I didn’t like him Me: I LOVE HIM “wait we changed the dress code”

@no skateboarding Friend 2: Holding it leads to skateboarding? What type of logic is that? That’s like saying me holding my knife leads to stabbing Me: What Friend 1: What Friend 2: I mean what

@cookie’s cookies: Friend 2: god i wish that were me Me: mood

@dirtbiking Friend 1: WAIT NO HE’S GONNA GET HURT Me: Considering he broke his finger trying to skateboard that’s a valid concern Friend 1: HE’S DEFINITELY GONNA BREAK A BONE Friend 2: Wait how do you break your finger skateboarding

@reed Me: HE SOUNDS HIGH DOESN’T HE? TELL ME HE DOESN’T SOUND HIGH Friend 1: I can see it Friend 2: That’s me and *group of friends* after we play badminton and get mcdonalds! We’re not high we just sound high! Me: no you guys are definitely high Friend 2: Touche

@dirtbike setup: Friend 1: ship Friend 2: yeah definitely a ship Me: YEP

@shoe Friend 1: how did he lose his shoe Friend 2: on brand? Me: don’t question it

@lovies Friend 2: god i wish that were me times 2

@skateboard shop Friend 2: docious magocious?? Me: I miss it Friend 2: what??

@tattoos: *metcalf turns around* Friend 2: wait why does he look familiar Me: That’s the principal Friend 2: god i wish i had a principal like that Friend 1: i still don’t like him

@buffy and jonah leaving Friend 2: *vine imitation* WHY ARE YOU RUNNING

@gun plot Friend 2: wait GUNS?? ON DISNEY CHANNEL??? Friend 1: she wouldn’t shut up about this plot all week Me: I’M SO PROUD OF THIS SHOW

@babie bowie pic Friend 1: aw thats so cute Friend 2: eating dog food same Me: what Friend 2: what

@end of ep Friend 2: next time on dragon ball z *next time on andi mack* Friend 2: wait this is actually next time on dragon ball z

So then I showed them a bunch of specific clips of Andi Mack

@tyrus 17 minute compilation: @swings: Friend 1: he better start pushing him *TJ gets off and starts pushing him* Both: *SCREAMING* Friend 1: OKAY ITS A VALID SHIP IF HE DIDN’T PUSH HIM I’D SAY IT WAS JUST SEEING THINGS THIS IS CANON *by the end of the compilation* Friend 2: tyrus or death Me: yes. Friend 1: I kinda want to get back into this show just for Tyrus Me: DO IT

@cyrus coming out to buffy Friend 1: WAIT IM CRYING WHAT HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE Me: IDK HOW HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE ITS LIKE THE MOST ICONIC THING IN THE SHOW Friend 1: I KNEW HE WAS GAY AND I KNEW ABOUT THE LOOKBACK I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS Friend 2: wait so he’s canonically gay? Me: YES Friend 2: so tyrus actually has a chance of being canon Me: im like 98% sure tyrus is gonna be canon

@cyrus coming out to andi Friend 2: rip took her a second

@candle wax Friend 1: DON’T SMUDGE IT WAIT NO Me: why wouldn’t you wait for it to dry Friend 2: they just scraped into the wall Friend 1: oh this is what you’ve been repeating this whole time Me: I’m just a boy. Standing in front of a wall. Friend 2: Trying to cover it with toothpaste

@cyrus dancing: Friend 2: that’s me Me: fun fact his actor was actually thrown into this without any idea of what the choreography was Friend 1: omg rip Me: and of the main 3 he’s the only one who’s not a trained dancer Friend 2: that’s definitely me

I think that was all there was I’m so sad it got deleted and spent a good 30 minutes trying to retype it out and not miss anything bc this was amazing.

#andi mack #friends react to andi mack #tyrus #nobody cares trash #friends watch am #friends react to am

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