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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 8 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, depression themes

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.

Notes: Part 8! This kinda ends in a cliffhanger I'M SORRYYY but this shit was getting way too long😅😅 I am going to try and get chapter 9 done as soon as I can so you guys aren't waiting on it for too long!💕💕

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The following morning Alcina calls on one of her maids to have a carriage prepared.

"Daughters!" She calls from the foyer of the castle. Bela, Daniela and Cassandra appear in front of her.

"I have some things to take care of outside the castle. Bela, I am placing you in charge until I return."

"But mom!" Daniela cries.

"No fair she always gets to be in charge!" Cassandra argues.

"My decision is final." She says, quieting the arguments of the two girls. "Bela, please keep an eye on things, I shall be back before dinner tonight."

"Yes mother." Bela replies.

"Where are you going?" Daniela asks, looking up at her mother.

"I have a few matters I must discuss with Lady Beneviento."

"Aunt Donna!" Daniela says with excitement.

"Can we come? I want to see Angie!" Cassandra says, making Alcina chuckle.

It's always trouble when the three girls, well, Daniela and Cassandra mostly, get together with Angie.

"Not this time girls." Her response is met with a chorus of disappointment. "I must be off. Please try and behave yourselves while I'm out."

The three girls hug Alcina and she gives each of them a kiss on the top of their heads, wrapping her arms around them. Alcina exits the castle as the three girls swarm away.

You're awoken by a knock on the door, you turn towards the sound and roll back over, pretending to be asleep; desperately hoping whoever is at the door leaves. Much to your dismay, the door opens and the room fills with the smell of breakfast. The maid puts the tray on the table and you wait for her to leave. To your dismay once again, you see the maid walk around your bed, shutting your eyes before you can see who it is you pretend to stay asleep, avoiding any kind of interaction.

The maid walks over to the windows and pulls open the thick curtains, allowing the sunlight to spill into the room for the first time in nearly a week. Even with your eyes closed the light is blinding, your eyebrows knit together and you groan.

"Y/n." You hear a familiar voice.

Opening your eyes, squinting as you look up, you see Zina standing next to the bed.

"I have been very patient, but I can not watch you lay here another day. It's been almost a week."

There's a part of you that knows she's right, but there's a bigger part of you that doesn't want to move and is content with staying in bed until you die. A lump begins to form in your throat and your eyes begin to gloss over.

"I can't." You say softly.

"You can, and you will. When was the last time you showered?"

"A few days ago." Embarrassed, you avoid her gaze and stare at your pillow.

"What on earth has gotten into you? This is all very unlike you."

Pausing for a moment, you take a deep breath.

"You were right. About everything." You say as tears fall onto your pillow and your voice grows thick.

"You became too attached, didn't you?"

Nodding your head in response, Zina exhales deeply.

"Did you listen to a word I said-"

"I did," you say, cutting her off as your voice cracks. "I did, and for a while it was fine, but then I started feeling like I was special to her, and then I got scared because I didn't want to end up like the rest of them. I told Alcina how I was feeling and she told me I was special," Zina's face changes from looking like she was about to scold you to a look of curiosity. "She told me I was different from the others. And I was stupid enough to believe her. I was dumb enough to believe her lies-"

"Lady Dimitrescu is a lot of things," Zina cuts in. "but I can tell you for certain that a liar is not one of them. She is most likely the only person I've ever met that refuses to speak a single lie."

"Then why would she tell me that? Why would she say that I was special and then throw me aside like I was nothing? Why would she do everything she did for me and then act like I didn't even exist and then go and fuck another maid?!" You sob, tightly holding onto your pillow.

Realizing the situation in front of her was not what she expected it to be, Zina sits on the edge of the bed and gently stokes your hair.

"I cannot speak for the Lady and her actions, but what I can tell you is that she has not been herself this last week either. I know I said I did not want to get involved in your affairs with the Lady, which is still the truth, but I will offer you some advice."

Turning your face towards her, you look into her eyes, eager to hear her next words.

"Have you tried speaking with her?" Zina asks.

"I did, right when she started ignoring me. And she looked right through me, like I didn't exist and just walked away, like I wasn't even there."

"Did this all start after your second encounter with Stefana?"

"Yeah, and Mother Miranda."

Zina's pupils dilate, a look of concern crossing her face.

"Mother Miranda?" She quietly asks.

"Yeah, when she came to work in the lab or whatever. She found me in Alcina's bed after I got my stitches. She said she wanted to use me for a Cadou experiment and Alcina freaked out. I mean she didn't scream or anything, but her eyes, she looked terrified."

"You are very lucky to still be alive y/n." She says, visibly shaken.

"Well I told Mother Miranda that Alcina bought me from my uncle so I was her property, not just an employee. Finally she agreed to not take me to the lab but Alcina was so freaked out and I don't know why. I don't even know what a Cadou is or anything that they were talking about."

"In time you will learn, but it's not my place to explain the horrors of Mother Miranda. That was quick thinking, telling Mother Miranda about your purchase, it's probably the only reason you weren't taken into the dungeon, whether or not the Lady wanted you to go."

"After all of that, it was like I stopped existing to her. I don't know what I did." You say, defeatedly.

"As I said earlier, I won't speak on behalf of the Lady, but something tells me it's less of what you did and more of Mother Miranda's interest in you. You should try and speak with her again."

"What do I even say? 'Fuck you, you broke my heart?' that won't go over well."

"No, that certainly won't."

"What do I do? Let her tell me why she did what she did? And then what? I just magically forget about what happened and everything is sunshine and rainbows? How could I forgive her?"

"Whether or not you forgive her is something you must figure out on your own, no one can help you make that decision or make that decision for you. My advice is this: speak to her. She's out this morning and will be returning before dinner. She brought you your dinner last night, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Although I don't participate in the maidens gossip, I've heard that one young maid found her sitting outside your room in tears."

"Good." You grumble.

"Y/n." She scolds you.

"What? She does all of this awful shit to me and I'm supposed to feel bad when she cries?"

"I am not saying you aren't allowed to be angry, you are certainly entitled to every feeling you have towards her at the moment. That does not mean however, it's acceptable to lack all empathy. You can be both empathetic and angry towards her, they are not mutually exclusive feelings."

You go to retort her statement and pause, letting her words sink in before you respond.

"I guess." You say.

"Speak to her. Tell her everything you just told me, tell her how her actions made you feel. I've worked alongside the Lady for many years, it's not often she cares for maidens, but on the rare occasion she does, she listens."

"I'll think about it."

"Very well. Now, get up." She says, pulling the duvet off of you, you groan in protest. "Go on, go get a shower and for the love of the Black God please eat something. I didn't think it was possible for someone to survive on eating three bites of toast for a week."

Looking over at Zina you want to protest, but the look on her face is similar to one a mother would give their child when they won't listen. Knowing it was no use fighting her, you take a deep breath and muster the energy to finally get out of bed.

Making your way into the bathroom, you turn towards Zina before shutting the door.

"Thank you."

She gives you a nod and walks out of your room. Neither of you notice, but a little fly quickly buzzes out the door right before Zina closes it behind her.

The carriage pulls up to Lady Beneviento's estate. After she exits, Alcina is greeted by the familiar figure dressed in black, a matching black veil covering her face.

"Donna." Alcina says with a smile.

"Welcome." Donna says, although Alcina can't see her face, she can tell it was said with a smile.

Donna leads Alcina into the house and Donna's doll, Angie, runs into the foyer.

"Who the fuck let a tree in the house?!" She says with a screeching laugh.

Alcina lets out a low growl as Donna softly scolds the doll.

"Would you like some tea? I was just making myself some." Donna asks.

"Yes, that would be lovely, thank you."

Alcina takes a seat in one of the larger chairs in Donna's living room, Donna had it brought to her house for Alcina years ago so she could be comfortable when she visits.

"You better not break that chair!" Angie squeals as she runs around the house.

Alcina rolls her eyes, trying to ignore the doll.

"Angie, be nice." Donna quietly says as she walks in with a tray holding a teapot and two cups.

Donna takes a seat across from Alcina and pours tea into both cups. The teacup looks dwarfed in Alcina's large hands, making Angie cackle. After removing her veil, Donna fixes her hair and Alcina smiles at her sister.

"What brings you all the way to the estate sister?" Donna asks.

Alcina looks down into her cup. Donna was the only one of her siblings she would be able to speak to about what's been going on. Truthfully, Donna was the only person she knew that she could speak to about any of this; but Alcina never thought about how she would explain the situation without sounding weak or pathetic.

"What's wrong Alcina?" Donna asks.

"I came seeking your advice." Alcina admits.

Donna's face lights up, it's not often that Alcina asks her for her help. In the rare occasion she does, Donna is both grateful and excited to help where she can.

After taking another sip from the tiny cup in her hand Alcina puts it down and lights a cigarette and takes a drag.

"I- I'm not good at these things. I have a very, very difficult time with being, open. Talking about my feelings." She says, rolling her eyes, bringing the cigarette up to her lips once more.

"I know, take your time." Donna says with an encouraging smile.

Alcina deeply inhales and slowly blows the smoke out of her nose.

"There is," she begins, carefully choosing her words. "Someone, a woman, I've grown to," she pauses "care for." She says with an exhale. "But, I've done something unforgiveable."

"Did ya kill her?!" Angie pipes in.

With her eyes narrowing at the doll, Alcina replies "no, you detestable plaything, I did not kill her."

"Well sorry for asking!" Angie says sarcastically. "You literally drink blood wine, I'm sorry if my question pissed you off you-"

"Angie that is enough." Donna snaps.

Alcina glares at the doll as she runs away before looking back towards Donna, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Please, Alcina, continue." Donna says softly.

"I, I don't know how to fix it. Donna, I don't know what to do." Alcina says as her eyes gloss over, she snuffs out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table. Another thing Donna keeps around for Alcina when she visits.

Donna can count on one hand the amount of times she's seen Alcina cry in all of the years she's known her. Her heart melts a little as her older sister lets some of her walls down.

"I would love you help you Alci, but I need to know what happened."

Alcina gives Donna a brief overview of how you ended up at the castle, how you quickly became her handmaiden, she tells Donna about Stefana and how she's tried to kill you twice now, and tells her that Mother Miranda was infatuated with you.

"After Mother came I was terrified, Donna. It's the most terrified I've been since that clumsy maid broke the window in the library and almost killed Daniela all of those winters ago." Donna nods her head, remembering when Alcina told her about the incident. It made her want to vomit when Alcina described in great detail how she tortured the woman before sticking her in a wine barrel.

"So I abandoned her. I acted like she didn't exist. My plan was successful for the first few days, but then, she was all I could think about. There was nothing I could do to get her out of my head, I it was driving me absolutely mad. I was angry, unsatisfied, really." Donna nods her head as she follows along while Alcina pulls out another cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke as she speaks. "I couldn't bring her to my chambers, Black God no, so I invited one of my newer maids in. I was satisfied enough but I still only thought of her." She pauses and take another drag, slowly exhaling the plume of smoke, reliving the moment. "When I opened my chamber door to let the maid out, there she was, walking back to her room. And the look on her face when she saw," Alcina looks up, blinking away tears. "The look on her face, Donna, it almost broke me."

A few tears roll down Alcina's cheeks, Donna hands her a handkerchief and she puts out her cigarette, carefully blotting the tears as she pulls herself together. She adjusts her posture, sitting up straight once more, reclaiming her poise.

"I thought maybe it would take a few days for her to move past it, but after that, she stopped showing up to meals, she hasn't gotten out of bed in almost a week-"

Angie runs into the room and sees Alcina wipe away a stray tear.

"Holy shit! You cry?! Who knew there was a heart under all of that cold, icy-"

"I will snap you in half you little twig!" Alcina roars, standing up to her full height, rage beginning to blind her.

"Alcina!" Donna yells.

Alcina looks at Donna and recognizes the look of fear in her eyes. Looking down, Alcina didn't even realize her claws have come out. The only time Donna had seen Alcina's claws in action was during a brutal attack when huntsmen stormed the castle while she was visiting. It took Donna weeks to be able to cope with what she saw. Staring at her claws in shock, Alcina retracts them and looks at her sister.

"Donna- I'm-" she goes to reach for her sister but pulls away and puts her face in her hands. The elegance that radiated off of her moments ago completely vanished. "I'm sorry." She says softly, sitting back down as she tries to hold back her cries.

Donna stands up and looks at Angie, pointing out of the room, silently telling her to leave. Walking up to Alcina she wraps her arms around her the best she can.

"It's okay." Donna softly says. "I know it was an accident."

"Oh Donna," Alcina cries. "what do I do? Gods if I were her I'd never speak to me again."

"This may sound silly, but, have you tried talking to her?" Donna asks.

Trying to gather herself once more, Alcina wipes her tears and lights another cigarette, taking a long drag from it. Her tone is stoic yet her voice shakes as she speaks.

"I brought dinner up to her chambers last night and she didn't even look at me. Her back was turned but I knew she was awake, I heard her heartbeat race as soon as I entered. I wanted to say something, to do something, but I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do. So I left, without saying a single word. Right before I shut the door I heard her sobs and it shattered my heart," She brings the cigarette to her lips and deeply inhales and releases the smoke from the corner of her mouth. "I just sat on the floor, in the middle of the corridor and cried."

"You should talk to her."

Alcina looks away as she blots away the tears once more, desperately trying to steady her trembling lip by bringing the cigarette to them.

"Sister, I mean this in the most loving way possible, but if you truly care for this girl, you will put your pride aside and apologize to her. Even if she doesn't forgive you, it's something you must do."

"I have been incredibly selfish." She says in defeat, taking another drag from the cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray.

"Yes, it certainly seems that way."

Alcina removes her hat and rakes her hands through her hair.

"What would say? 'I apologize for throwing you away like you meant nothing but really you mean everything to me please forgive me?' If someone said that to me after doing what I did to her I would laugh in their face."

"You and I both know you would do more than laugh in their face." Donna says, giving Alcina a knowing look. Alcina lets out a light chuckle. "Tell her why you did what you did, your reasonings behind them. Not to justify your actions, but so at least she understands why."

"What if she doesn't forgive me?" Alcina says quietly.

"Would you forgive you?" Donna asks.

"No, I don't think I could."

"Do you love her?"

"Yes." Alcina whispers as tears roll down her cheeks.

"Then you must try to speak with her, you won't know what will happen for sure until you do."

Alcina shakes her head.

"What am I going to do if Mother decides to use her to punish me? If she tries to hurt her, just to teach me a lesson?"

"Then my dear sister, you have a difficult choice to make. You either protect the one you love and stand up against Mother, or, you be the obedient daughter and let Mother do as she pleases. There will come a time where you will not be able to do both."

Looking into her sisters eyes, Alcina smiles.

"Thank you, Donna."

"Of course Alcina, you can always speak to me, about anything."

Alcina smiles and grabs her sisters hand, gently squeezing it.

"Come, lets take a stroll through the gardens, they're especially lovely this time of year." Donna says, standing up.

Daniela and Cassandra run to Bela's room and bang loudly on the door.

"WHAT?" Bela yells from the other side.

"Bela open up!! It's important!" Cassandra says.

Bela opens her door to see her sisters standing in front of her.

"What? What happened?" She asks, worried.

The two girls push their way into Bela's room and close the door.

"Hey! Get out!" Bela says, trying to push the girls back.

"We figured out why mom has been so weird and why y/n hasn't left her room!" Cassandra says.

"Wait, really?" Bela asks, surprised. "Wait a minute, how? Do I even want to know?"

"A little fly told us." Daniela says, giggling at Cassandra.

"Did you spy on them?!" Bela says.

"No, well, not on mom, gods no. She would know immediately, and she would kill us. But a little fly may have overheard y/n talking to Zina." Daniela says.

Bela crosses her arms, disapproving of her sisters antics.

"Well do you want to know or not?!" Cassandra says, annoyed.

"It's some real juicy stuff!" Daniela says.

Bela rolls her eyes.

"Well, I guess what's done is done. What did they say?"

Daniela and Cassandra recall the conversation Daniela's fly overhead, how you thinking you were special to their mother was just you falling into her usual trap and how their mother said that she was in fact special. They talk about what happened with Mother Miranda after they left their mother's chambers and how their mother completely ignored your existence. They also tell Bela that the night she didn't walk you to your room was when you saw another maiden leave their mother's chambers and that's why you've been locked in your room for the last week.

"Wait, so, mother-"

"She cheated on y/n and broke her heart!" Daniela exclaims.

Cassandra elbows her hard in the side

"Ow!"

"Shut your trap Dani, we can't let anyone hear us!"

"Mother has to feel guilty, I mean, how could she hurt y/n and be okay with it?" Bela says with disbelief on her face.

"Because mom can be a huge bitch." Cassandra says, folding her arms.

"Cassandra!" Bela scolds her. "Don't talk about our mother like that!"

Daniela turns to Bela.

"Bela, she hurt y/n, she loved mom and mom went and cheated on her."

"There has to be an explanation for this, I need to hear mother's side! It's unfair to judge based off of only one side!" Bela says, defending her mother.

"Bela you're such a suck up." Cassandra snaps.

"I am not! Plus Cass you're the one who said they weren't 'really together anyway' a few days ago! What happened to that?!"

"That was before I knew they were in love you idiot!"

"I still want to hear mother's side of the story."

"Mother would never talk to us about that, she's far too private." Cassandra says.

"Then what are we going to do?" Daniela asks.

"We have to get them in the same room somehow." Bela says, deep in thought.

"Oh! That's a good idea!"

"What good would that do? They're just gonna fight, or say nothing to each other." Cassandra says.

"They've avoided each other for so long, they need to talk." Bela says.

"Oh! Why don't we trick them into going into the same room?" Daniela suggests.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Cassandra says.

"How are we gonna do that though?" Daniela asks.

"I think I have an idea!" Bela says.

As you're walking back to your room from the kitchen with Zina, a lunch tray in your hands, you spot Daniela down the hall.

"You're alive!!!" She yells as she runs up to you and wraps her arms around you.

"Yes, I am very much alive." You say, trying to hug her back and balance the tray. "I'm sorry for how awful I was to you kiddo, you didn't deserve it."

"It's okay, I would have acted the same way if that happened to me too." She says, her eyes going wide as you look at her confused. "I mean, you know, if I really wanted to be left alone like you did."

Her choice of words confuses you a little but you don't think too much into as Zina gives Daniela a knowing look.

"Well, anyway, I gotta run." She says, avoiding Zina's look. "But y/n, I have a surprise for you later, now that you've finally come out of your room!"

"Okay," you say with a laugh. "Come get me when you need me."

Daniela swarms off and Zina shakes her head.

"Those girls are always up to something."

"They certainly are."

The girls are gathered in the library going over their plan when they hear the doors open, the familiar sound of their mothers footsteps echoing through the castle.

"Mom's home!" Bela says.

"Okay, Dani, go take care of y/n, we'll take care of mom."

The girls go their separate ways, Daniela making her way upstairs through the back halls and Bela and Cassandra going to greet their mother in the foyer.

"Mom!" Bela says.

"Good afternoon girls," Alcina says, immediately realizing Daniela is missing. "Where is Daniela?"

"Probably doing something stupid." Cassandra says.

Alcina laughs and pulls the girls into a hug.

You're about to leave your room and you hear a knock on the door, you see Daniela standing there when you open it.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Surprise time!"

"Can we do it in a few minutes, I was just about to-"

"NO!" Daniela says, trying to collect herself. "Nope, sorry, can't do, we gotta do it now."

"Okay..?" You say, having no idea what she's about to do.

Daniela pulls out a blindfold.

"Here! Put this on!"

"Do I really need a-"

"Yes! Yes you do! Now come on!" She says, pulling it over your eyes.

"Alright, alright. Now what?" You say as you position it over your eyes.

"Can you see anything?" Daniela asks, waving her hand in front of your face.

"Nope, just black."

"Good."

Daniela grabs you by the arm and pushes you to sit on your bed.

"Okay, now wait here for a minute."

"Okay-"

"And no talking!" She says.

You chuckle and Daniela shushes you.

Downstairs, Bela and Cassandra look up at their mother after she lets go of them. Alcina notices a mischievous look on their faces and raises an eyebrow at them.

"What are you girls up to?"

"We have a surprise for you!" Bela says.

"Oh, you do?" Alcina says as she gives them a look.

"Yup, you gotta put this on though." Cassandra says, pulling out a blindfold big enough for Alcina.

"Girls, is this really necessary?"

"Yes!" Cassandra says.

"Please mom?" Bela says, looking up at her mother.

Rolling her eyes, Alcina hands her hat to Bela and takes the blindfold and ties it around her head. She motions for her hat and places is back on her head.

"Now what?" She asks.

The girls each grab one of her hands and begin to lead her up the stairs.

"We're going upstairs?" Alcina says.

"Yes!"

"We'll tell you when to duck!" Cassandra says.

"Thanks." Alcina says, unamused but with a smirk on her face.

"And no more talking!" Cassandra says, Alcina grumbling in response.

Since Alcina knows the castle like the back of her hand, the girls walk their mother around for a minute before finally reaching your chambers; hoping she doesn't know where they're taking her.

The three of them stand outside the open door and Daniela gives them a thumbs up, Bela puts her mothers hand on the doorframe so she knows to duck and gently pushes her into the room.

You hear footsteps approach as you sit blindfolded on the bed, your room is suddenly filled with the scent of Alcina's perfume and you stiffen, your muscles in your body tensing.

Alcina ducks into the room and takes a few steps, Daniela sneaks around her and stands with her sisters outside of the door. She recognizes the familiar drum of your heartbeat and her posture stiffens, slowly turning towards the sound. The girls nod to each other and Daniela grabs the door handle.

"Okay, take them off!" Cassandra says as they quickly close the door and run away.

The two of you slowly remove the blindfolds, your eyes meet for the first time as they adjust to the light. You look into her eyes, desperately wanting to move your gaze, but you can't, your eyes are stuck staring into hers like magnets.

Alcina is the first to break eye contact when she closes her eyes and gently shakes her head. Her eyes meet yours once more, you try to gauge her inscrutable look but you're met with a stone wall. You feel your heart leap into your throat while you simultaneously feel a lump forming over your vocal chords. Alcina opens her mouth to speak but quickly closes her mouth and looks away. You try and speak but no words leave your lips. She takes one final look at you and turns to leave.

Watching her walk towards the door you feel your heart shatter again, but you also feel anger, frustration. As she reaches for the doorknob you break through the lump restraining your vocal chords and speak.

"So that's it? You're not going to even say anything to me?" Your voice cracks.

"Would it make a difference?" She says, her voice is cold but you notice a slight shake to it.

Looking down at your hands in your lap you quietly say "I don't know."

After a second you look up and see her standing in place, her hand resting on the doorknob. Your eyes focus on her hand, anticipating her wrist to turn and for her to open the door to leave.

An internal war rages on inside Alcina; she can almost taste the release of walking out of the room, but her heart is screaming at her to stay. Donna's voice pops into her head.

"if you truly care for this girl, you will put your pride aside and apologize to her."

With a shaking breath, she drops her hand from the doorknob and hangs her head.

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bus-stop-to-kpop · 7 months ago

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Kiss Cam (Lee Jeno x Reader)

Pairing: Lee Jeno (NCT) x gn!Reader

Genre: F1!au, Motorsport!au

Summary: During a red flag period an impromptu kiss cam has you and your teammate be the center of attention.

Word Count: 676

A/N: I'm kinda alive lol.

This is based on two different things, for one a picture of a Tweet that Admin A send me in which Jeno apparently said he'd be an F1 driver if he wasn't an Idol. But mostly inspired by the GT Masters qualifying this morning in which the commentators randomly started a Kiss Cam during red flags.

Anyway, Enjoy :) -Admin J

It was busy in the Neo Culture Racing Team Garage, a red flag had brought the drivers back into the pit lane while repairs were made on the circuit barriers. Many people worked on the neon green cars to make sure they were set up perfectly for the race restart.

Both drivers were doing their own things around the garage. You were talking with your race engineer, while Jeno was sitting in a chair in the back of the garage, snacking on a protein bar while observing the work that was done on his car.

His eyes drifted away from the car towards the other side of the garage until they ended up on you. The way your head fell back as you laughed at something that your race engineer pointed out on the monitor in front of you. Intrigued by your reaction Jeno walked over, holding onto the race overall that was hanging on his hips, to see what had you laughing like that.

Noticing Jeno looming behind you you turned to greet him with a smile "They started a kiss cam." You pointed at the screen where the official broadcast was playing and sure enough they were showing a random couple in the stands blushing, embarrassed by the eyes of all the fans on them. They tried to avoid the kiss but finally gave each other a quick peck when the whole crowd started chanting "Kiss".

Jeno listened to your giggles as red hearts started showing up on the screen after the couples kiss, he couldn't help but smile as well. It was clear this whole Kiss Cam thing was an impromptu action by the film crew to entertain the fans during the red flag period. And Jeno had to give it to them the Kiss Cam was really entertaining.

He took the spot next to you after your race engineer walked away to observe the work on your car. That's when a loud roar from the crowd took his attention. He wasn't aware what they found so exciting, but then he felt you gripping his arm. You pointed at the screen and he realized that the camera had moved away from the stands and was now showing you two standing together in the garage.

He gave the camera a short wave assuming the camera crew would move to the next garage afterwards, however the camera kept pointing at the both of you. "I think they want us to do the Kiss Cam." You whispered and almost simultaneously the crowd started to chant "Kiss".

Jeno turned to face you "Would that be okay with you?" Your eyes widened in surprise but you eventually decided it was only a kiss for the camera, so why not? "Sure lets give the fans what they want." You laughed.

Without waiting another second Jeno's lips found their way to yours. A short and light kiss before both of you pulled away blushing, the roar of the crowd almost deafening after what they had just witnessed. Finally the camera crew left the garage, but Jeno also hurried away without saying another word to you, leaving you a little flustered. Before starting to prepare for the upcoming race restart.

From his side of the Garage Jeno glanced over to you. He was happy to put his balaclava and helmet back on to hide his burning red cheeks. He hadn't really thought about what kissing you could make him feel after all you had known each other for years. From championship rivals in Formula 3, to becoming friends during Formula 2 to finally teammates in Formula 1.

All this time he had never seen you in a romantic light so why now could he not get rid of the butterflies in his stomach? Why did it feel like the red hearts from the kiss cam had burned themselves into his vision whenever he looked your way? God, he couldn't even concentrate on the race as all he could think about was how he wanted to feel your lips on his again.

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slytherbun · 3 years ago

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I think it was something like that but my concept idea is Zach could take his eyes off you and ask Sylvie for the PIC of 61 number and Stella and Sylvie push you to go on a date with him as Matt overhears (I think this is a idea on Cíara and Liv page, but I do not remember)

"Can I have her number?" Zach asked Sylvie, while glancing off to the side, watching you fixing up Ambulance's stock. The fire was finally out, and the Hazmat team had done their job.

"Who? Y/N the ambulance PIC?" Sylvie questioned, a hand on her hip and a dangerous grin on her face. She mostly just wanted to hear Zach confirm that he liked you. And he had the audacity to give her a cute blush, just the slightest one that your blonde friend could see his embarrassment from the situation.

"Why don't you just ask her yourself. I hear she has eyes for a certain Hazmat Lieutenant." Sylvie shrugged, knowingly stirring the pot.

Earlier that week while you were at the firehouse, Stella and Sylvie had noticed you staring at Zach earlier that day when he was called to the location of the same fire. You had no choice but to wait anyway until the area was clear so you could tend to any victims that were stuck inside or around the area.

"Come on, we noticed that you like Zach. What's the worst that could happen?" Stella said, completely calling you out. Sylvie stood behind you, her palms resting on your shoulders.

"Uh, let me think. Making a fool out of myself? He's been called to our locations more recently lately and it'd be awful if we had a falling out Stell." You used her nickname with a sigh and leaned back into Sylvie's chest for comfort.

"As if. You're a badass out on the field Y/N/N. I'm glad you're the PIC and my friend. You've got this!" Sylvie encouraged and you put a hand on top of hers, one that was still resting on your shoulder. Turning and glancing up at her, you gave her a thankful smile. "Thanks Syl."

But little did the three of you know, Matt was standing around the corner and listening to the whole conversation. And he was upset that he missed the chance of asking you out.

a/n: kinda want to make another part of this and have it a matt casey x reader x sylvie brett...

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tragertrap · 4 years ago

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Intimidating || Juice Ortiz x Reader

Summary: (Y/N), although Jax's best friend, wants nothing to do with the motorcycle club that's fucking up her town. Well, at least that's the case until she meets a certain member of SAMCRO with a stupid haircut. Even though he seems too intimidating at first, (Y/N) learns to never judge a book by its cover when she gets a chance to see his softer side.

Having a best friend that works at an automotive repair shop definitely comes in handy for (Y/N), especially since her 'old ass disaster of a car' constantly breaks down.

"Wow, that's the 3rd time in a month (Y/N)!", Jax said before he let out a chuckle.

"You know I'm saving for a new one asshole." She hit his bicep playfully.

"I hope the best friend discount is still on", she mumbled.

"It expired after the forth time you used it darling."

"I'm sorry. It's just that... money's kinda tight right now."

"I can imagine..."

"Can I pay you back in pancakes?... or waffles? I know you won't deny waffles." She asked with an awkward smile on her face, hoping her best friend would accept.

"Have you not pay for the car AND poison me with your cooking? I think I'll pass", he teased her.

"I meant going to the diner outside of town but since you're being an asshole I guess the offer is off the table."

"Okay okay if you're not the one cooking, I'm down", he said, his smirk never leaving his face.

She couldn't help but laugh, thankful for her best friend being there to cheer her up.

"Thank you Jackie."

"My shift ends in half an hour. If you wanna wait we can go for pancakes after I'm done here", he said, putting an arm around her.

She had just left work, so the timing was perfect for a warm meal at a cozy diner with her best friend.

"Yeah, sure! I can wait."

They started walking towards the garage and the blond man started talking again: "You know I'd fix your car for free anyway but then you mentioned pancakes so I couldn't say no."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"You're lucky I love you Teller."

He laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek, his arm still around her shoulder.

"Me and Chibs are just finishing off with an old bike and then we're good to go."

"Chibs?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as they were approaching the bike Jax was talking about.

"One of the guys... the Scottish one. Do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

"I was mostly asking because of the weird name but sure... Scottish one. Got it! One of your scary biker friends, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh yet again.

"Scary biker friends?"

(Y/N) loved Jax. The two immediately became best friends at a pretty young age when (Y/N)'s family had moved to Charming next to Gemma and John Teller's house. She loved him the way you'd love a brother, she was always there for him whenever he needed her but one thing she decided to stay completely away from was the club. She wouldn't approve of the outlaw lifestyle in the first place but also witnessing the mess it caused to her town, and most importantly her best friend, was only making it worse. She wouldn't ask any questions in case she'd get answers she wouldn't like. He was ok with it. More than ok with it actually. She was an escape for him to a carefree past and a light of positivity in his chaotic present.

She met the 'Scottish one' that was helping Jax fix the old bike and it went better than she expected. Once she got over his pretty intimidating look, scarred face, leather jacket and all, he actually seemed pretty nice and interesting.

She was sitting on a bench next to the two bikers working when she noticed another guy trying to fix a car nearby. Well, it was pretty hard for him to go unnoticed. He had a short dark mohawk and a tattoo on each side of it on his head, wounds on his face from god knows what and tattoos all over his arms and torso, that was now visible since his shirt was long gone. His muscular body was glistening from his sweat in the Californian heat and the muscles on his arms and upper back were moving in sync as he was working on the damaged car.

He had been over that car's engine for what seemed like forever and as much as she hated to admit it, (Y/N) wished she wasn't jealous of an old car. She had noticed the guy before, one of the many times she had to visit TM due to her shitty car, but that day she had the chance to take a 'closer look'.

His left hand was resting on the car's open hood now, giving her a better view of his muscular arm and flexing abs. The focused look on his face, lowered eyebrows and clenched jaw, made him appear even more intimidating and yet attractive, especially when he unconsciously licked his lips in deep thought.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)?" her friend interrupted her watching of the 'show'. "Can you pass me that cloth over there?", he asked as he pointed to a gray piece of cloth on the bench she was sitting.

After that small interruption she was back at unapologetically starting at the tan guy nearby. She guessed that she had missed a lot since a small part of his abs was covered in grease now and his face seemed even angrier after the amount of failed attempts to start the car.

After some more conversation with Jax and Chibs, once she looked over at the mohawk guy again, he had already put his black shirt on, meaning that his job fixing the car was done. Later as he was putting a no-sleeve leather jacket on, which (Y/N) unfortunately recognised, he was aimlessly looking around when he caught the almost-drooling girl looking at him. She immediately dragged her gaze to Jax and Chibs, mostly out of embarrassment as well as some fear of his intimidating look. Next thing she knew, the mohawk guy was strutting confidently towards her and the two bikers, shoulders and arms swaying back and forth. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, no one knowing where his brown eyes were focused on.

"Hey brother", Chibs said with a smirk.

He answered with a simple 'hey' and a light hit on Chib's back and then did the same to Jax, after he took off his sunglasses and put them hanging outside his leather jacket's pocket.

(Y/N) didn't know if she should have been mad or relieved that the hot outlaw completely ignored her existence, exactly because he was a hot outlaw. Nevertheless, she was satisfied she could study the biker up close. He was wearing buggy cargo pants with chains hanging from one side near his waist and the black shirt she had noticed earlier was visibly a little too tight on his muscular chest. He put his hands in his pockets, as (Y/N) was staring at the veins and black tattoos on his arms that had started to fade.

"Jax, I wanted to tell you that I can't come with you guys tonight. I have something personal to take care of." He didn't give any further details since his brothers were not the only ones present. He was waiting for an answer from Jax with a frown on his face since the sun was getting into his eyes. (Y/N) noticed how his chocolate brown pupils appeared almost red against the sunlight.

"Yeah, that's okay. We're more than enough for tonight anyway. You can take the evening off."

"Awesome, thank you man", he said with a smirk as he lightly hit Jax's back.

He then shook his head up as an indication of saying goodbye, while maintaining eye contact with (Y/N), before he walked away.

Was that saying goodbye to me as well?

It was a goodbye to everyone.

He was looking at my direction though.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly loving the fact that she was enjoying this.

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The hot pancakes Jax and (Y/N) were eagerly anticipating finally arrived at the table.

"Thank you darling", the blond biker said to the waitress while intensionally making his voice sound a little deeper. He was smirking the entire time while sitting all laid back, exuding confidence. The young girl gave him a cheeky smile and went her own way.

"Do you ever take a break?" (Y/N) questioned him sarcastically.

"A break of what?" Jax asked, a playful look on his face since he obviously knew what she was talking about.

"Hitting on innocent women."

"She was eyeing me since the minute we walked in."

The only way she could respond was with an unamused look.

"Also don't act all innocent to me. You're worse than I am", he said before letting out a chuckle and taking a big bite of his pancakes.

"What are you talking about? I don't hit on any person on a 18 feet radius, at any given time and place."

"Well yeah, that's because you're too scared to actually hit on them so you just stare from afar."

(Y/N) kicked his leg under the table.

"Ouch", he screamed in a playful manner while rubbing his leg. "You bitch", he whispered.

"That's not true."

"You were staring at Juice the entire time we were at TM. Didn't even say hello to him."

"Staring at what?" She asked while laughing, not even understanding that with the word Juice, Jax was refering to a person.

"The guy back at the garage. Mohawk and tribal tattoos. You were practically drooling over him."

"No I wasn't", she sounded offended.

"You can't hide from me girl. You know that. I know you better than I know myself."

"Ok he's hot... I was looking, yeah... but 'drooling over him' is an overstatement."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say", he raised his eyebrows while taking a sip of water.

"Jax!"

"You weren't even listening to what me and Chibs were saying."

"Actually I was actively trying not to listen to your club... business... stuff."

Jax rolled his eyes at her desperate attempt to change the subject.

"You could've at least say hello, you know. Dude doesn't bite."

"Are you sure about that? He looked like he could bite to me. If I'm being honest I was kinda scared of him."

Jax started laughing. "Scared? Of Juice? I can guarantee you he was more scared of you than you were of him."

"What do you mean?" she asked amused.

"Let's just say that not everyone has their way with women like I do."

"You're an idiot."

"No seriously, he'd get nervous even if he was around a female dog."

"What? He looked pretty confident to me. Intimidating. And scary as I said before."

Jax couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh. "You know, underneath all the leather and the tattoos, we're still human. Didn't you like Chibs?"

"He was pretty nice I guess. Well, when I could make out what he was saying", she said referring to his thick accent.

"See? And Juice is even... milder...", he was trying to find the right word, "than Chibs. Dude's into technology and computers, coding and shit. He's a total nerd."

"He's still an outlaw biker. Seriously, could you ever imagine me being with someone like that Juice guy?"

"With the stupid haircut of his? Hell no, you deserve way better."

"Jax, I'm serious."

"Well... no, it's not the easiest thing to imagine, but you're full of surprises baby, I know that", he chuckled.

"A mohawk, head tattoos and chains hanging from his pants is a pretty big surprise though, don't you think? And these fucking leather jackets."

"I've told you a million times, they're called kuttes."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"(Y/N), if you can be best friends with me, you can date a guy like Juice, trust me. Also I have chains on my pants too, should I be offended?" he was once again teasing her.

"Yes."

"You should meet him. And by meet him I mean like actually have a conversation." He was trying to find a reason for her to meet the Sons after all those years, meet the other part of him she had been avoiding for so long.

"I'm not getting into your club business shit for some boy, Jackie. Especially a boy with a fucking mohawk."

"I'm not asking you to get into the club shit. Trust me, I wouldn't want that", he was all serious now, "I'm just saying that you can meet the guys. They are my family. They... they're a part of me. You met Chibs, he was ok. You know we don't only talk about dead bodies and guns. We have other interests as well."

She was quiet, not knowing how to respond, so he continued:

"We are family (Y/N). They've been there for me through my hardest times, just like you have. Maybe you have more things in common than you think. Besides, I think you and Juice would make a great duo", he told his best friend, smirking after the last sentence.

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A few days later (Y/N) was heading to TM once again. She had agreed with Jax that when she'd come to pick up her car, she'd come in the clubhouse to meet the guys for the first time.

So there she was, nervous, walking slowly towards the clubhouse entrance. Second thoughts were taking over her mind.

I don't know if I'm ready for this. I'm not meant to be involved in this kind of stuff... with these kind of people. What am I supposed to have in common with a bunch of criminal bikers? If only it wasn't for this dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude.

To her surprise the dumb, scary, hot ass Juice dude was sitting by himself on a bench outside the clubhouse.

Shit, shit, shit. Ok. Go talk to him. No I can't go talk to him. I have to walk right by him anyway, I should talk to him. What am I supposed to say? I can just say hello. Or hey. God just look away.

Juice was looking down at something so she hoped he wouldn't look up at her. She was getting closer, still overthinking.

I should ask him about my car. Or Jax... yeah, I should ask him where Jax is.

Juice looked up giving her a small smile that made her knees weak.

"Hey... you're Jax's friend right? If you're looking for him he's probably in the clubhouse", the tan biker spoke first, making everything way easier for her. The truth is he did know who she was, that's for sure. 'Jax's cute bubbly friend whose car was breaking down constantly.'

"Awesome, thank y-" she didn't finish her sentence. She had felt something against her ankles, so she looked down. To her surprise there was a small gray kitten slithering between her legs and rubbing its small head against her ankles.

"I think she likes you", Juice said with a wide smile, the kind where his eyes smile as well. Apparently that's why he was looking down earlier.

"It took her weeks to trust me and stop running away from me and now she's all up on you the minute she meets you. I'm kind of offended actually", he said before letting out an adorable laugh, while spreading his right arm close to (Y/N)'s shoes, making the kitten rub its face on his big palm. He eventually grabbed it and put it gently on his lap where he was sitting.

A 'badass' biker dressed in black leather, full of tattoos and with a fucking knife hanging off his belt, petting a small kitten that was purring loudly on his lap. The contrast in this image was pretty apparent, to say the least. (Y/N) was sitting there taking in this unusual sight before he spoke again:

"She's a stray. Found her by some trash cans a few weeks ago and fed her. Now she won't leave." He was busy petting the cat, only looking up to face (Y/N) by his last sentence.

What he said, along with his big smile at the end, warmed her heart. Maybe bikers do have feelings after all. He suddenly didn't appear all scary to her. She sat on the bench next to him and although confident, it took all the courage she had.

"Why don't you take her to the animal shelter?" she asked while petting the cute kitten that was still on his lap.

"I wanted to... but I couldn't", a loud laugh escaping his lips. "I tried, I promise", he added while raising his hands in the air in an 'I'm innocent' motion. "I mean look at that face."

The cat was looking up at them, its green eyes shining. She was still petting it, when her hand accidentally brushed against Juice's.

"She's so cute", (Y/N) said after a few moments of silence while looking at the kitten, in order to change the sudden awkward atmosphere.

"She is", he said softly while looking at the cat and then up to the girl next him, not knowing who he was referring to either.

"I wanted to take her home but I'm too busy for a pet, you know, with the club an' all. I'm not even home that much. I wouldn't want to neglect her."

"I've always wanted a cat, but never really made the decision. I... I would love to get her... Well, if you're okay with that of course."

"Yeah, of course", he exclaimed all excited, "it breaks my heart knowing she's out here day and night. Getting her a home is everything I could ask for... you're gonna have to let me visit her though."

A sexy smirk appeared on his face and (Y/N) responded with a lovely smile. Maybe meeting the club wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Undying Tulip

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: Florist Akaashi! Tattoo/Punk Bokuto! Future AU, fluff

↬ Word Count: 2,521

Summary: Keiji's mother was always a lovely woman. She would indulge her son with her own interest that Keiji finds suiting for his own liking. During his childhood, his mother had introduced him to different varieties of flowers from her small flower shop, one being her favorite, she explained to the young boy why. As he grows up, her small story always embedded in his mind, has led him straight to where he was suppose to be.

⇢ Day 3: Florist AU! Tattoo/Punk Bokuto, Future AU. Fluff (slight Soulmate AU) @bokuakaweek2020

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If anyone were to know about the two mother and son was that both enjoyed serene related stuff. Having to own a mini but worthy flower shop named, Fukurō Florist, the two of them would spend their quality time with each other reading books.

This one particular time, little Keiji couldn't help but get a glint of interest in his eyes to see his mother read the same book everyday behind the counter as they waited for upcoming costumers.

"Mom." he called out from his spot on the small chair beside his mother. He hears her hum gently as she places a soft palm on the crown of his head, smoothing down the baby hairs that were standing.

"What's that book you always read?" pointing at the soft vintage colored book, he leans himself on his mothers lap, trying to get a look at ome of the page with big wondering eyes. Keiji was very expressive when he was around his mother, that's only because she was the only person he trusted with his emotions that time.

Giggling softly at her adorable son's innocence, she pulls him up with ease and settles him on her lap with the book now held infront of him.

"Well, it's not really those literature books that you read, Kei. You might find this one boring." observing her son carefully for a sign of any disinterest, Keiji only shook his head and grabs the book from his mother's grasp to read on his own.

"No, it's no problem. I was interested in this for a while now."

"Oh? Why so?"

Not noticing the way his eyes brighten from a certain page, Keiji immediately but carefully looks up to his mother with a wondering smile, "This mom," he points at the red picture, "This is so pretty. What's it called?"

Keiji's mother leans in her head forward to scan the flower from her book that Keiji was referring to. When she does, she smiles at the familiar like feeling bubbling up her chest.

"Oh, you're interested because of the Tulip?" said with a teasing tone as Keiji read the description of the flower with full on concentration.

"Tulip?" tilting his head, he looks at his mother for an explanation. By that, he was gently let down, still holding the book as he follows his mother on the side of her flower pots. She grabs one small pot that had a red ribbon tied around it and knelt down to his level.

"This is a Red Tulip," she glances down at the picture from the book to show him that it was the same, "Pretty isn't it?" Keiji gawks at the small, rose looking flower. Usually, other children would say why it looks boring or bland or small, but Keiji being the same as his mother, always full of curiosity, is easily amazed.

"It's my favorite flower, you know." his eyes left the flower, meeting his own mother's twinkling orbs, "This was the flower your father had given me when we were in college." reminiscing the time when she was a carefree woman who fell inlove with the man who was a splitting image as her son.

"But aren't roses common to give when you love someone, mom?" Keiji pounders, reviewing one page about the rose from the book. Not only that but whenever February came around, him being observant, he remembers numerous amount of people coming to their shop mostly for Roses during valentines.

"Roses are most common, you're right. But did you know Red Tulips have a secret meaning not everyone knew about?" placing the flower down on the ground, he observes the top of the flower. It was close to looking like a rose, he thought, but the tulip seemed more close from its top rather than rose, which has open petals.

"It doesn't say anything in the book, mom." He flips back to the Tulip's page, looking for something that might've related to his mother's words. He hears her chuckle, her hands placing above his and lowers the book down so he would look at her.

"Not everything is written in a book, sweetie. This one came from your father." his father was a busy man, but even so, he was a gentleman. Like Keiji, he was always lacking facial expressions, always quiet yet always gets things done on his own. But when it came to his family, his wife, he was the most lovestruck person he has ever witnessed and wonders to himself, "How can a person be so inlove?" despite being at a young age.

"When he gave me the same Red Tulip as this, I asked him why a Tulip and not a Rose," pausing, she looks at Keiji for permission to continue, he nods, "He told me that Red Tulips are unique, not everyone can appreciate something that isn't common to the world." each word his mother said, he was listening intently.

"Red Tulips, to him, it meant as a symbol. Undying Love, Passion."

Keiji looks down at the flower once more, seeing his own eyes twinkle just like his mother's meant he too was also struck by the story and his father's past words to his mother.

"And then he told me, like a Red Tulip, my love for you is undying. Even as the flower wilts, the Tulip will forever be the same as it was. Undying." he hears her sigh in daze, awestruck once more with her heart beating like the teenage girl she was before who was madly inlove with someone.

"Hmm...I kinda don't get it, mom." Keiji sneaks his way into his mother's arms, automatically wrapping themselves on his small body, "He said the flower died so how come its undying then?" looking up to his mother with a small hint of frustration lacing his voice, she could only let out a laugh at how innocent the tiny boy was and pats his head in affection.

"When you grow up, Keiji. There will be someone out there to show you what it means."

And thus leads to him taking over the Fukurō Florist when he reached college. Being the kind mam he was, he had pursued his mother to take a break from the shop and let him take over to help out with his families business. It wasn't as hectic as it sounds, Akaashi manages to finish the job and his studies without having trouble with his own health.

He was happy to have a part-time job experience already and won't have trouble finding one, the thing he needed to maintain was the main Flower Shop and make sure it was well known throughout Tokyo.

The only cons he thought to himself was whenever he works, there isn't a day that goes by without a courageous costumer pinning over him and asking for his number. His mother did say entertain the costumers for more service, so he gives out fake numbers. Resourceful, he thinks.

Since today was a slow day, he finds himself seated in the same spit his mother would use to sit with him on her lap as a child. Now owning the shop to his own, Akaashi pulls out once again the white, thick book from beneath the table. Flipping through the pages of varieties of plants and flowers and scanning for them if they had some left for the shop. He hums in peace, smiling softly at the corner filled with bright, yellow sunflowers standing proudly. He recalls a little girl coming over with her father for their little date, and he couldn't resist the adorable little one and gave her two sunflowers for free.

If anyone were to see him do such act, they would've shamelessly flirt with Akaashi for the entire day until he locks up. And he does not want to be stuck in the shop with a person who keeps talking their way to his pants.

The small bell from their door jingles, halting his eyes from his book and looking up to greet the new comer. But no words came out of his mouth when he saw what the guy looked like.

His hair had an odd but surprisingly good shade of silver/black hair. His ears had a lot of piercings that were silver, making his golden eyes shine brighter than anything in his features. Eyes lowering a bit to see his attire, he wore a fitted black, long sleeve. Akaashi swore his breath hitched at the sight of his chest popping out of his clothing. How did that manage to fit him?

Guys who usually looked like this meant trouble, but Akaashi wasn't one to judge someone by appearance. To him, he was down right attractive.

Meanwhile, the man who was named Bokuto Koutarou was in need of flowers for his mother. The struggle was all flower shops he goes into to, the owners would ask him to leave as though they thought he'd cause trouble by the way he looks.

They didn't even know what a big baby he is.

If others were to be in the same store as he is right now, they'd think he was seething in anger as he stares at the pot of plants when in reality he was pouting in sadness. His golden eyes quickly shift their gaze to the cashier, he caught Akaashi's wondering eyes for a second before jolting slightly and looked down on his book.

"He seems kinda cute." Bokuto smiles fondly. Akaashi on the other hand gulped when he saw his lips curl upwards, he can feel his entire body shake but not in fear. And for once, he so badly wanted to talk to him.

And faith played right into his hands when Bokuto came up to him.

"Uh, I'm sorry but," he scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, "I don't mean to distract you or anything, it's just, I've wanted to ask if you have any more flowers I could see?"

Akaashi's face blooms into a soft shade of pink, "No, no, I wasn't no— you're my costumer, you have the rights to call me," quickly getting of his post, Akaashi moves away from the cashier and goes in front of Bokuto, "Please uh, follow me." he leads Bokuto to the other side of the shop. Sicne years have passed, his mother and father managed to upgrade their store a little bigger. Able to add a garden behind where they could grow fresh plants and flowers.

Bokuto was in deep thought the moment Akaashi was up close, "Holy shit, he's cute up close." he thoughts as he coughs in a form of distracting himself from blushing.

"Here, these are the freshly grown ones." Akaashi kneels down on the soil that held a row of flowers, "It isn't much, but I hope you can choose your pick here, sir."

Bokuto snaps from his gaze when he was addressed too formally, "A-ah , no, you can call me Bokuto. I don't really like formalities.." he looks away when Akaashi stares at him in awestruck.

"U-understood," he gulps, "Bokuto." standing up, he dusts his knees neatly before leaving the owl haired male, "I will be back here if you are done. Please take your time." and left.

Bokuto didn't feel himself breath after Akaashi left. The way his name rolled from his tongue sounded so right it made his heart clench. Shaking his head, he brings up both of his palms to his cheeks to slap himself, "Calm yourself." and sighs before reviewing the rows of flowers.

Still, he wanted to know his name.

It had been 30 minutes since Akaashi left the guy named Bokuto behind the garden. Unable to shake off the fact that he allowed him, a complete stranger to use his name so casually. His cheeks were flushed, his insides felt so light. Somehow part of him wishes that this person would stay a bit longer.

"Excuse me."

He jumps before hearing the screen door shut open to reveal Bokuto smiling adoringly at him, "Ah sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya—" now was his chance, "Mister?"

Akaashi gulps, "A-akaashi."

He grins, hiding his giddy self, "Nice name you got there." he compliments, "Nice face too.." he thoughts, "Oh, um, here. I've already picked out the ones I was looking for." with care, he raises his hand that held 5 Red Tulips, fresh and healthy.

Akaashi's eyes widened a little, before grasping them out of Bokuto's hold, "I'll wrap this for you." bringing up the flowers to hide his flustered face, he sprints his way back to his post, bringing out an aesthetic paper and red ribbon to wrap the flowers neatly.

In doig so, Bokuto couldn't help but watch him. He notices how shaky his hands were unable to even tie the ribbon, "Here, let me." moving forward, he moves his hand away, much to Akaashi's surprise and dismay, he allows him and breathes softly. What caught his eye was his rolled up sleeved that showed a familiar tattoo.

"Is that?"

Bokuto hums, following the direction where his eyes were looking and smiles softly, "Yeah, it's pretty girly if you look at it." he chuckles, "But my mother told me something about this that made me want to tattoo it to myself when I was a kid."

Akaashi looks at Bokuto in wonder, silently asking him to continue with a pounding heart, "She said that this meant: Undying Love. That even if it wilts, its still the same. Love is undying."

It made sense now.

"Even as the flower wilts, the Tulip will forever be the same as it was. Undying."

His heart was fleeting. The thought of someone else knowing about his father's words, the reason his mother had found love in the first place made his entire world brighter.

He doesn't notice Bokuto finishing up the bundle of flowers until he looks down, "That's why I bought Red Tulips today, mother loves them, and since its her birthday so I might as well give her these." he says grinning. He looked far from intimidating. He was like a beaming child.

He sees a paper of cash silde down at his palm, "Well, I better get going. I wouldn't wanna be a hindrance or anything," chuckling lightly, he grabs the budle of flowers with care, "It was nice talking to you, Akaashi. I hope we could talk again sometime."

Just as Bokuto was about to walk away, Akaashi snaps from his daze, bringing his fist down, he raises his voice,

"W-would you like to grab a coffee sometime?!"

Bokuto looks back with wide eyes and Akaashi who had his face bright red and was sweating buckets.

That came out loudly.

"I-I'm sorry—"

"What time?"

Akaashi opens his eye to see Bokuto back in front of him, hand out as if he was asking for something.

"Lend me your phone number, I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"When you grow up, Keiji. There will be someone out there to show you what it means."

Mother, it's just as you said.

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iwritethat · 6 years ago

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Jason Todd: German Shepherd

A/N: Dog Plan 2/?, how could I not write one for Jason???

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He had issues. You were god damn sure of it.

Obviously you loved your treasured German Shepherd to pieces and you were 99% certain that Zeus would die for you but that does not mean he wasn't subject to experimentation before you adopted him as a puppy. It was Gotham, that theory was completely liable considering his peculiar sparkling emerald irises.

The dog had a biazzarre habit of sneaking out the fire escape on some nights but always made his return a couple of hours later ready to snuggle up with you. His scent was usually that of gunpowder and cigarettes - again, in Gotham most places smelt like that but you couldn't help but wonder what your partner got up to on his escapades. Regardless, you brought a collar engraved with your address as a precaution. Although once the adventurous canine disappeared for longer than 2 days you began to worry, he was basically your comrade who seemingly understood every word you said so when the door knocked at 3am you skidded over in your hoodie with hopeful eyes.

"Uh hey, I believe this belongs to y- Sun!" The mysterious stranger didn't manage to finish before Zeus hauled his oversized paws over your shoulders nuzzling his nose against your hair on his hind legs, it was a struggle to hold the massive bundle of fluff so much so that you staggered back a little before fussing him in return. A pulsation of shock sprinted through your veins upon recognising his company and the twin guns situated on his thighs but he did just return your dog...

"Thanks for bringing this giant doofus back, I see you've already gotten attached though." You observed expectantly, Zeus standing by your side to stare at the Red Hood who shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Old habit, I've encountered him quite a bit on the streets - at first he went by 'Dog' but eventually I named him Sun Tzu. Then he suddenly shows up with a collar around his neck but I'm glad he has a good home."

"Yeah, Zeus always struck me as a weirdo who apparently sneaks out to play vigilante sidekick but I always pick the odd ones I guess. And Sun Tzu... as in the Art of War?" The man did a double take, he didn't expect you to know who that was.

"He's actually quite useful out there. And that's the one, have you read it?"

"No, but I'd like to. I guess you've got to go save the city but thank you again Red Hood." You waved him off, Zeus with a bark and you'd thought that would be the end of it.

Of course it wasn't, Zeus would continue to disappear no doubt on the streets with his apparent 'partner' - they were a deranged reformation of Batman and Robin much to your amusement. Only now you awoke to find an Art of War hardback on your bed rather than a toy with Zeus franticly wagging his tail. Suspiciously, eyeing your dog as you did so, you opened the book to find a scruffy note inside.

'Hopefully Sun Zeus got this to you, thought you'd like it. - Red'

Oh God...

Once you'd read the book, you sat contemplating a reply on your piece of card since you had no paper at this particular time - Zeus laid beside your leg, head resting on your thigh with a bored expression.

'Thanks, it's an incredible book. I'm not sure if I can ask how you are but has the crime world been busy? Gotten any cool cases? I suppose I shouldn't ask that either, well it was a pleasure meeting you the other night and you seem pretty badass but thanks again for taking the time to return my boy. -(Y/n)'

You visually winced as your hands began mimicking your thoughts knowing you were binning this version, with a sigh you stood to find a new piece of card as you couldn't ask a stranger that - let alone the Red Hood. What were you supposed to say anyway? You returned to your couch, clear card inches from your canines nose - you had no idea where he'd obtained the piece but didn't complain, writing a new message before slipping into the book for Zeus to return.

'Thank you for the book, stay safe out in this hellhole. - (Y/n)'

It was no more than a few days until you received a reply neatly tucked into your joyful canines collar despite the torn edges.

'I thought people threw away discarded notes, not write on the back but I'm glad you did it. It's Gotham, of course it's been busy and 'cool cases'? No (Y/n), definitely not. The pleasure was all mine by the way. - Red'

The exchanges continued for quite some time, your dog acting as your very own personal messenger, occasionally you'd send over books or on one instance you'd received a bouquet of flowers, of course you'd sent some back to which your correspondent found amusing. Regretfully over the passing 3 months you'd only encountered him under a few circumstances, mostly brought together by the antics of your shared companion but none the less you grew rather fond of each other.

You’d conversed as he sat on your widow ledge after you’d practically forced him to drink a coffee before disappearing back into the depths of Gotham, listening to the latest tale he threw your way. Then you have ran into him and Zeus during a midnight shopping run, the two opting to walk you home that night. It was difficult not to grow close to the man when you see him at least twice a week as well as the letters he continued to write despite already exchanged numbers.

Tonight you'd ventured to Big Belly burger, opting for a takeout after an exhausting day but were not expecting the cashiers joyful reaction.

"Ah hello you beautiful boy!"

You gave her a sceptical glance, pausing at the counter before noticing her kind smile was actually directed toward your dog - who shouldn't be inside but alas chose to follow you in anyway.

Zeus wagged his tail at the familiar welcoming, the woman walking around the counter to pet him much to your confusion, you were hungry after all but due to the happiness both parties displayed you saw no harm in waiting 5 minutes more.

"Where's your handsome owner? Can't be far behind no?" A pink hue settled on her cheeks, whoever this supposed master was apparently captured her romantic interest, regardless Zeus moved to sit by your side, leaning against your leg before releasing a bark.

"Dork." You tutted, tousling his ear.

The woman politely smiled, seemingly understanding the gesture but you didn't miss the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

"Ah you brought his lovely partner with you today hm? Well now the flowers make sense, you are a lucky one, I didn’t think men like that existed. I'll prepare his usual and what would you like this evening?" Her cheery attitude returned as she began preparing your alleged lover's signature order much to your quiet protest. Suspicion overwhelmed you by wondering what other companions your dog had - Zeus trotted over to the exit as the bell rang signifying a person entering/leaving the diner.

"Hey Sun. You waiting for me or somethin'?" Immediately your eyes widened, the familiar nickname of your canine and the way he spoke making your heart race.

However you didn't want to make your presence known, having assumed the Red Hood wouldn't be dressed as such - not if the waitress was so flawed by him. Although credit due, he already had a stunning body in his vigilante attire...

This was the man your dog trusted every night - the one who wrote you letters and had a beautiful way with words. The one who had the waitress before you blushing like a school girl by his mere presence alone. With a careless sigh, you directed your attention to the two only stopping a few away - the scene bringing an admiring smirk to your face, the very attractive ravenette knelt before your companion both talking an fussing him like they were the best of friends, which you supposed they were after all of their adventures.

The male shot a quick glance to the person they were supposedly holding up, once recognising you he hesitated before standing and moving to speak. That is, before you cut him off.

"Don't worry babe, I got yours too. Sit and eat with me?" Your tone was casual as if you’d both done this many times before, like you hadn’t just laid eyes on him, yet it held an underlying demand as you held the paper bag out toward him.

It wasn't exactly a choice, regardless of how effortless fabricating a relationship was between the two of you. He immediately collaborated with your intentions, knowing that there must be a reason for you to act this way.

"Always doll, I've got some news for you anyway." He must've understood that you deducted who he was, and so guided you to the nearest table with Zeus following.

"So..." The man awkwardly started, unsure of how to go about the situation and truthfully neither did you but addressed the main question hanging in the air.

"Before you ask it was Zeus, no one calls him Sun except his partner in crime and there's also how happy he was to see you, I knew straight away."

"Hah, can't believe he betrayed me like this. But I'm kinda glad (Y/n), although was the pet name thing really necessary?" Was his reply as he began eating much like you had, the atmosphere became more casual with your shared amusement thanks to Zeus' previous antics.

"Firstly Red, you started it ages ago. Secondly, I don't know your real name and finally, the cashier thinks we're together thanks to our 'shared ownership' of Zeus. Rather disappointing actually, the lady does seem fond of you." Of course you'd defended yourself, the position you'd put yourselves in was somewhat embarrassing but all you think of at the time.

"All valid points I admit, and I've noticed but hey, if we're together I guess she can move on. And it's Jason by the way, Jason Todd."

"Jason... It's not how I expected to find out your identity but I'm not complaining, you've got good taste in fast food."

"Yeah, honestly this isn't how I'd imagined things to go either." He shook his head, shy smile on his face almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it.

"How so?"

"I would've preferred to tell you that I'm a vigilante at least a few dates in, not the best starting point is it?"

"No but it’s definitely interesting. How about this be our first date and we can go from there? It's a proper thank you for bringing my fluffball back home." Zeus released an obnoxious whine at the nickname from his place on the floor beside the table where he'd chose to lie down as Jason laughed but agreed none the less.

"Since you've so kindly paid for this one (Y/n), the next date is on me."

"I've just found out you're a gun wielding crimelord - what makes you think there's going to be a next one?"

Upon hearing your playful tone Zeus immediately sat up, barked as if making an argument whilst wagging his tail and looking between the two of you proudly. Jason smirked, gesturing toward Zeus as he answered.

"He does."

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #dc #dc imagine

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nobodies-png · 6 years ago

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I'm very happy you've already done reader playing with the Org XIII:s hair! Let's reverse this to them wanting to touch/play with the reader's hair. Who'll ask for permission, who'll find an excuse, and who will just go for it?

oh this, I love t h i s a lot, nonnie - thank u v much

Xemnas :

Xemnas just goes for it. It happens during one of those rare moments where he can just properly c h i l l with you and walk around the castle - you’d ramble about whatever funny shit you saw Demyx do when s u r p r i s e, you feel the faintest of touches. Xemnas doesn’t even flinch when you turn around, surprised to see his hand still wandering through your locks. B u t he is super amused by your reaction.

His touch is so light and gentle you legit barely notice it. The b i g b o s s is just content with just feeling the soft texture of your locks and your scent, commiting them to memory.

Xigbar :

Xigbar probably uses his powers to sneakily play with your hair, giving you playful light tugs and touches here and there because it’s really fucking funny to see you turn around and look everywhere in confusion. When you manage to catch him and confront him about this, he’ll just shrug and give you some half-assed excuse. But the moment you say “well, you could’ve just a s k e d for permission”, Xigbar’s smile broadens, replying with a “so you’re saying I can? S w e e t.”

Okay, Xigbar is up for just giving you stupid hairdos, whether you have long or short hair. But he’s also down for teasing you as much as possible, like blowing air on your neck when you least expect it.

Xaldin :

Xaldin will try to find a good excuse cause he lowkey wants to try to be more a f f e c t i o n a t e with you without being too straightforward - and he highkey doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite, with how protective and reluctant he is about letting others near his hair. So chances are he’ll give you random excuses like “oh wait, you got something in your hair”, trying to be subtle. And it kinda works the first few times, but after the 25th attempt, you’re n o t so sure.

Xaldin’s not used to being gentle, so it’s hard to miss the slight tremble and hesitation in his hand. You end up helping loosening up so he doesn’t treat you like you’re made of glass.

Vexen :

Vexen has no problem asking you for permission, like come on he’s not a teenager in love. He’s curious about your hair so he’ll ask you if he can fiddle with it for a while, easy. But s u r p r i s e, it ain’t so easy. The more he thinks about it, the more he’ll overthink until he gets cold feet. Then he forgets about it. Then he’ll remember and r e p e a t the entire entire process. In the end, Vexen just goes for it so he can’t back off.

At first, he’s sort of rough, inspecting your hair more than playing with it. But as the conversation goes, he’d relax and end up just petting your head instead.

Lexaeus :

Lexaeus has enough braincells to know that he should just fucking ask you like a decent human being. So that’s exactly what he does. No overthinking, no bullshit. And since he’s a man of few words, you listen patiently to his explanation cause it’s rare to hear him talk - He thinks your hair is pretty and wants to play with it, but he understands if he’s overstepping any boundaries and will back off if necessary. Done. Boom. Easy.

You’d think Lexaeus would be afraid of hurting you but n a h b i h, he’s got his strength under control so no worries. You can basically f e e l the happiness radiating off him while he gives you little braids.

Zexion :

Oh Zexion’s c o n f l i c t e d. He wants to ask you directly because that’s the normal thing to do, but he finds that option way too embarrassing. What if you laugh at him ? Social interaction is already hard enough. After asking Lexaeus and Vexen - who both give very contradicting advice, Zexion would most likely just have the castle Moogle pass you a note, asking you to meet him at the library. And after like, 40 minutes of idle chatter, he’d just awkwardly ask if you’d let him play with your hair.

Tension ease off his shoulders as he starts to relax. Zexion probably starts telling you a lot of stories about him as a kid pulling a lot of pranks on Vexen’s hair along with Isa and Lea.

Saix :

Saix goes for it. He knows the right thing to do is to ask for permission, but it’s just hair so it can’t be that bad if he just fiddled with it for a while, right? It’s not really a big deal for him - but if it’s a big deal for y o u, then he’ll openly explain that he just felt like touching your hair, with the most deadpan voice. Maybe even a smug faint grin. Depending on your reaction, he’ll either drop the subject entirely or properly ask you for permission.

Okay but knowing Saix, you just sort of expect him to be super stiff and cold about this entire thing. But s u r p r i s e, he gives you a ridiculous hairdo, knowing that no one will ever believe you if you tried accusing him.

Axel :

Axel is the type of guy to ask for permission w h i l e he’s doing the thing. His hand is already running gently through your scalp when he asks if he can play with your hair - since you two are close, he doesn’t think he should be so polite and proper around you. He ruffles his friends’ hair affectionately all the time, so you’re no different ! If you complain, he’ll back off but pout and insist for a bit. Like come on, i n d u l g e him.

Soft and gentle touches are reserved for intimate moments, so Axel ends up doing the same thing you’d do with his hair : trying every single possible hairstyle and getting way too invested.

Demyx :

Demyx doesn’t even have to do anything. By the looks he gives you - and specially your hair - while you two hang out, you can pretty much figure out what’s going on around his head. He thinks he’s subtle but s w e e t i e, tapping your chin and humming loudly while staring so openly is quite the o p p o s i t e of being subtle. When he finally makes up his mind to ask you for permission, you cut him off with a “yes, go ahead before we both die of old age”.

Demyx just marvels at the difference between his and your hair, wondering if he should get a similar style to yours. He tries to give you a total makeover and f a i l, resulting in both of you laughing your asses off at the final product.

Luxord :

As another gentleman, Luxord also asks you directly without any problems. He’s not a c a v e m a n like some o t h e r members so he’ll just approach you whenever it seems convenient and after some small talk, just bring the subject up. Maybe even offer another friendly game, like he usually does in legit every single situation lmao. You obvi let him just play with your hair cause it’s way easier than being defeated in some card game for the 342854th time.

It’s not a big deal for him. Luxord likes to just fiddle with your hair whenever you’re close while he reads or does other stuff. He thinks it’s super calming and loves seeing you slowly fall asleep next to him.

Marluxia :

Marluxia finds some excuse to play with your hair whenever he feels like it, mostly under the pretense of wanting to give you even more advice on how to take care of your appearance more. There’s no ill will in his words though and you gotta admit the man has some g o o d tips. It becomes something so reocurring, he doesn’t even have to say anything - you just simply let him play with your hair. It’s not like he’s doing anything bad, so why not ?

You’d expect some fashion judgement coming from him, but surprisingly, Marluxia is pretty chill. He falls asleep while playing with your hair more often than he’d like to admit.

Larxene :

The thought of asking or coming up with an excuse doesn’t even cross Larxene’s mind, she just goes for it as soon as she realizes she wants to play with your hair. You don’t even have time to complain when she pulls you towards her with her usual sharp look and smirk, telling you to stay still and behave while she just does whatever she wants. And y’know how Larxene is, she can’t resist throwing in some unnecessary comment here and there.

Letting her play with your hair is kind of a game of chance : sometimes she’ll be nice and just relax, sometimes she’ll tug your strands “accidentally” just to get a reaction.

Roxas :

Like Axel, Roxas thinks he shouldn’t have to ask, you two are close after all ! B u t he also doesn’t want to make you mad on accident. He’d give you a lot of excuses, only to run away before doing anything. “Ah, your hair keeps getting in your face - here, let me get that for yo U ACTUALLY, I GOTTA LEAVE RIGHT NOW.” In the end, he’d confess that he was really nervous about this entire thing.

Your depression is instantly cured as soon as you see his expression of amazement, like he’s seeing a new world for the first time. Roxas has the time of his life playing with your hair and just chilling with you.

Xion :

After consulting Axel and Roxas a dozen times - and maybe other members of the organization as well - Xion f i n a l l y musters up the courage to ask you directly. She might stutter and stumble over her words at first, avoiding eye contact, but she’ll get it out eventually. Usually, she has no problem asking you stuff, but Xion kind of thinks this request might be odd and just really childish.

She’ll just kinda fiddle around, gasping and muttering under her breath like “oohh” and “ahhh”. But after testing the waters, Xion would try her best to give you a super fancy hairstyle.

#kh headcanons #reader insert #organization xiii #anonymous #Xemnas #Xigbar #Xaldin #Vexen #Lexaeus #Zexion #Saix #Axel #Demyx #Luxord #Marluxia #Larxene #Roxas #Xion

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chibicrow · 5 years ago

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otp meme: datastorm, and I'm an indecisive trashcan so I say... all? or at least as many as you want/can?

*sob* I’m so glad the first two Anons for this meme want me to give Stardust Boi so much love I’m appreciative. 👏😭 (listen I love making fun of Ryoken, but also. he needs hugs.)

also giving me the opportunity to gush about Datastorm that much.... Giving me too much power here, Anon. >:3c

(I omitted #19-21 and #26-27 tho mostly b/c I didn’t think those questions would apply to them dlkafjalksdjf)

(also this REALLY got lengthy and tumblr won’t save the read more cut for whatever reason so sorry y’all aSDLKFASLFKASJF)

For the OTP Question Meme!!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

def Yusaku. like he would drown Ryoken in affection ok. (after the initial “do I really want to be that physically close” + finding out Ryoken’s boundaries phase lmao)

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

good thing I just looked this up ‘cause I was like “I have no hecking idea what this means.” lmao

anyway, Yusaku’s big spoon, Ryoken’s little spoon don’t change my mind.

3. Most common argument?

Going on the “Ryoken has severe mental health problems thanks to his asshole dad + once he realizes his dad was indeed an asshole” train, Stardust Boi has a tendency to be super self-deprecating, and this freaks Yusaku out a bit, so he just. Unleashes a tirade of compliments on the guy.

And Stardust Boi’s like “No I’m not. No. No. That’s not true.” until Yusaku hugs him to get him to stop. Usually works for the time-being. :3c

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

BESIDES CARD GAMES? Taking naps. Particularly naps on the floor. Particularly with Yusaku sleeping on top of Ryoken. Actually it’s more like Yusaku sleeping on top of him and Ryoken just staring at him while smiling the entire time.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

I mean, not that Yusaku ever does it, but he probably could carry Ryoken if he ever wanted to.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

*sharp inhale* AAAAAAAA -

Ryoken about Yusaku: the rare (to him) and elusive Super Soft Yusaku Egao(tm). Gives him butterflies every damn time.

Yusaku about Ryoken: oddly specific, but Ryoken’s hair when it’s just washed (which is.... not everyday lets say. b/c he doesn’t need to. he’s a thick-hair boi) and conditioned. it’s like Supreme Soft(tm) at that point and Yusaku likes running his fingers through it (after Ryoken’s like “YOUR HANDS BETTER BE CLEAN I S2G” + Yusaku’s like “what do you take me for.”)

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

uh about Yusaku, just watch VRAINS like right when he realizes Revolver-sama’s That Person(tm) i’m pretty sure the answer’s there. //punted

I’M KIDDING.

Definitely the way they refer to each other IRL. RIP calling each other Playmaker + Revolver in real life. But then they’d just stick to surnames @ first b/c calling each other by first names? woah there.

But then, Ryoken’s actually the one who says Yusaku’s name first (probably right before he confesses his feelings) + Yusaku’s like “did u just.”

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

I...really don’t see them as the “giving each other disgustingly cute nicknames” couple lmao.

now them doing that is a different story but

9. Who worries the most?

Yusaku. Poor guy. With a guy like Ryoken tho, I don’t blame him lmao.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Omg Ryoken hands down. Like he’s probably got Yusaku’s orders memorized to the condiment preferences for different meals of the day at different restaurants 😂 And Yusaku gets so embarrassed about it asdlkfalkjdf.

11. Who tops?

SADLFKJSALKFJ WAIT WASN’T THERE DISCOURSE ABOUT THIS FOR DATASTORM A WHILE AGO IN THE VRAINS FANDOM? Glad I didn’t get asked this then.... 😂😂😂 heckin’ rip.

Ok, this is gonna get super specific but uh, the gist of it is.... it depends, really? (as it should)

So like, if Ryoken + Yusaku are both in a good mood and are just like “hey we haven’t done this in a while” kind of thing, it’s Ryoken.

If Yusaku’s kinda down but still up for it, also Ryoken.

But if Ryoken’s the one who’s down, it’s Yusaku.

And then that once in a blue moon moment where both somehow get horny af . . . Yusaku. 😂👏👏

and those are my two cents *drops mic*

12. Who initiates kisses?

Ryoken! I mean, I think Yusaku’s affectionate (*gestures @ #1 answer lmao*), but he’d let Stardust Boi take the lead in the kissing department b/c.... well he never knows what he’s gonna get there, so..... 😂

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

ok I know this probably goes against episode 105 when Yusaku just looked at Aoi’s hand like “tf am I supposed to do with that”, but I’m sure Yusaku would reach for Ryoken’s hand first. It wouldn’t be like a gradual “reaching toward the hand” thing either. Yusaku would just. Speed-grab it like “it’s mine now”. 😂

bonus: so like if Yusaku does that while they’re sitting or something, Ryoken will massage his hand by rubbing little circles into his palm. CUTE DATASTORM AMIRITE?!?!?!

14. Who kisses the hardest?

DEFINITELY Ryoken. hot damn lmao.

15. Who wakes up first?

Ryoken. He wakes up at super weird hours too like boi do u even sleep.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Yusaku~ <3 also he definitely tries to keep Ryoken in bed with him too lmao.

17. Who says I love you first?

ok this is kind of a tough call, but Yusaku, I’d think.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Yusaku definitely leaves notes for Ryoken <3 Just a simple “have a great day ^w^” usually suffices lmao.

....yes Yusaku would def write ^w^ don’t change my mind.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

ok so originally I was gonna put Yusaku and leave it at that, but then I realized that it’s possible BOTH of them are hopeless in the cooking department. But, I guess Yusaku would still be my answer b/c at least he knows how to read the instructions on microwavable stuff.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

RYOKEN.....AND HIS PICK UP LINES ARE LITERALLY SO BAD.....LMAO. But of course Yusaku loves them + falls for them every time b/c of course he does.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Yeah still Ryoken dlsafaklsfja. Followed by Yusaku blushing like mad.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Ryoken...... Good thing Yusaku is an understanding cotton candy boi 💖

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

they’re like. super big into FaceTime (or whatever the VRAINS universe equivalent app would be) whenever both of them are up to talking a lot that way (which isn’t often b/c lmao introverts.) But they both know they need their alone time, so.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

......hello darkness my old friend..... (EVEN THO I TECHNICALLY DON’T HAVE TO ANSWER THIS BUT. alas. I am a fic writer.)

anyway y’all remember how VRAINS used to emphasize that Yusaku had nightmares for a decade about the Lost Incident?

well, considering Dr. Kogami (fuck him) let his own son listen to the sounds of screaming children as they’re electrocuted, I’m damn sure Ryoken has nightmares about that and has problems sleeping b/c of it, even having a few panic attacks. Yusaku can help him with those (b/c he’s been there), but he’s not sure what else to do other than be like “Ryoken pls go to therapy I beg you.”

(but Ryoken refuses to go b/c he really thinks talking about it w/ a complete stranger makes it worse)

anyway super unrelated to this entire meme, but wow, fuck you Dr. Kogami.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

ok but relating to the above, imagining Ryoken finally decides to go to therapy b/c Yusaku keeps insisting. And with the first few sessions, Ryoken gets worn out with every session b/c “wow emotions I didn’t know I had.” But Yusaku, being the real sweet boi that he is, always waits for him and always gives him a long hug. \ .D. / YAY HUGS.

#Anonymous #natsumi talks vrains #otp meme #datastormshipping #and i call this: natsumeme's datastorm headcanon masterpost DSALKFJSALKFJASKF #i hope the anon who sent this sees this!!!! THANK YOU!!!! 😭😭😭#long post

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nacsygen · 6 years ago

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i suppose i’ve lost most of my kpop/svtn followers since my account getting deleted after five years for no good goddamn reason and no response when i put in support tickets (thanks, tungles). “suppose”, hell, i know - went from over 2,000 followers to like, 19, and most of them my previous mutuals i intentionally reached out to. so that kinda sucks. HOWEVER! it also means i can be freely unpops with my opinions without dreading what might happen every time i see i have a message in my inbox, so i’m not *completely* mad about it. (and at that i probably still only have like three mutuals who are svtn fans, so.)

the following is just gonna be me discoursing about svtn’s last few comebacks and how they lost me. (unexpected makeout dreams with dk not included bc, like, have you *seen* that man??) so like, three of my followers might be interested.

what drew me in the first place to svtn was their authenticity. like this was a large group of incredibly talented, creative individuals, hungry kids desperate to sing themselves to the world, and they were justifiably immediately, almost shockingly successful based on their own merits and voice, despite being managed by a legendarily terrible company - a company that prospered under their initial success.

they were self-producing. they had entirely their own sound. jihoon is an absolute prodigy of a song-writer and producer, with the help of kye bum zu (who also helped launch the career of fellow prodigy z*co, which is a topic for another time). they had their own sound, their own identity, and their creations came directly from the heart.

like yeah, adore u, mansae, pretty u, aju nice - they were all innocent boyish love songs, but at the same time, they felt like they were coming from a very genuine place - the same genuine prodigy young songwriter that also brought us Simple and 20. while being in basically the same genre as a lot of american hits of the time (and just true pop music of the last 20 years in general), they still had their own particular style, their own particular sound that you could be like, yeah, this is absolutely a svtn song. the album tracks, unit songs and mixed unit songs were amazing, exploring various members’ creativity as songwriters and their ranges as performers. (i’m still not mad at most of the album tracks, though they become increasingly unremarkable over time.) i just think that it’s a combination of being strapped for time to make really compelling music given their absolutely punishing schedule, and also studio pressure to make “all 13 of us are your boyfriend” style songs a la the most manipulative boy band style of oneD in, like, 2011, culminating in Oh My. which at least was fun to listen to and catchy, but the lyrics were absolutely creatively bankrupt. which is a goddamn shame, because so many of svtn’s members have *proven* themselves to be amazing songwriters, from jihoon on Simple and most of svtn’s sincere discography (he holds like 70 copyrights at this point?), to the absolute masterpiece courtesy of minghao and jun that is My I, to at least five other great writers in the group, highlighting wonwoo and dino and seungcheol, who are capable of writing and performing just absolutely arresting lyrics. it just feels like the company’s stepped in and been like “no more creative advancement or remotely avant-garde experiments, we only do shit-that-sells boyband songs now” and it feels like a giant step backward for a group that was always about growing forward and growing up together before.

and while there’s controversy about whether svtn ripped off the chainsmokers’ “closer” for “don’t wanna cry” the fact is that was just the sound of the year, and both groups were cynically taking advantage of it - the chainsmokers probably more (and god, i hate them, that song is so goddamn focus-grouped-relatable written-by-committee cynically corporate, i HATE it). but to my mind, don’t wanna cry at least does have some basic in reality for the people who wrote it and performed it, and while it’s different from their first year and a half or so of music, i can’t be mad at it. it’s complex, it utilizes each person in it’s varying sections to best suit their ranges and vocal strengths, there’s depths to it, despite moving away from svtn’s “boyish young love” style, and it’s catchy. it’s a damn good pop song.

that could be argued to be the first step away of svtn getting more corporately-influenced. but i still like it, after some time. i don’t think it was “the beginning of the end” just because it was different. it still was written with an ear to use every member’s individual voice and vocal strengths to their strengths, as an individual instrument.

i could go over more in-depth about thanks (which i do like) and the overall direction since then but like. this latest song...it’s not good. it’s not good, it’s not compelling, it’s not interesting, it’s not catchy, and least of all, it’s not svtn. svtn was always a band that highlighted the sheer range they had, between wonwoo and seungcheol’s and mingyu’s lowest, roughest bass and seungkwan and dk and jihoon’s highest and most pure notes. there’s not a single performer in seventeen that can’t sing, and yet autotune was used for mingyu and seungcheol (both of whom are lovely singers within their low range, which this was) apparently as a style choice?? within the first 20 seconds. which is, to me, immediately repellent. and then vernon, objectively the worst singer in the band (i know he likes to sing and i’m not mad at him but fight me on this) continues on with exactly the same droning note, not autotuned. then it cuts to dino and josh and like two other people all droning on the same note extremely uninteresting lyrics, all on the same note like five notes above the intro. one stops singing and the other starts singing on the same note. it’s very not individual (as svtn was SPOSED TO BE) and very monotonous. i will say that a more direct reading of the lyrics while listening (and again, this song is painfully not catchy) seems to be pretty directly about losing one’s virginity. which i guess could be a step forward. but yes, while i know sex is about repeating patterns until it’s done, this is STILL too monotonous for me, and not sexy.

#i'm kinda embarrassed that i waited until i was mostly done with this to listen to the whole thing with lyrics #one could read the song as just being entirely about sex which would make the repetitiveness make sense #anyway i'm done here #t

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jayisjason · 8 years ago

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I'm Jay

Chapter two: SCHOOL DAY It's my second day at school and I'm late to school, I only got time to brush my teeth, get ready, and forgot to put on deodorant and perfume on. I'm in school and just running up to the stair and to the hallway. I already missed 1 period now I got my second period class which is helth class. Until I tripped and fell. "You okay dude..?" I herd a guy voice, I knew who exactly who it was, I raised my head to see if I was correct and I was. It was my crush, Chris. He had his Polo Shirt, and his nice blue ripped baggy jeans. He had a nice style of clothing. He didn't had no mustache or beard but his skin was brown but lighter then mines, and very muscular though, I could see his strong arms and...I'm checking him out too much. "Uhh..no , yeah I'm gud yup." I didn't know how to reply back, he was laughing though I could tell , he tried to stay serious but he wasn't being low. But those hazel brown eyes were just too much, mostly his face was just too sexy for me. I got up and I realized that I'm short compared to him once I got up from the floor. "Gud looks bro." He said, his voice is deep but it just freezes my heart hearing him, it gives me goosbumbs. Just hearing his deep, clam voice. He patted my shoulder, my smiled grew after he left, just wish I could kiss his lips they were big but smear and looked so soft to taste. I think I'm blushing from what happen. This is a start of a new friendship I thought to myself. ___________________________ I walked inside the classroom and saw everyone just standing up. Even straight up looked at me in the face as if I interrupted something so important. "Jason, your late. Pleas sign the late book, thank you." Mrs. Paimmon addressed me, I was late already in school that's the only choice I had for now. "Everyone one get in a circle of 6 or 5 and stay in your circle group." Mrs. Paimmon, my health teacher was making a trust or collaborate game I guess. I saw other students getting in their friendship group , while I stood here looking where I fit in. Many already knew each other, but I was literally the new kid at a new school, no one actually knew me like everybody does with each other. Everybody all settle down in their groups and I quickly looked for a available group and I did. It only had 5 people why not get in. And rushed since I don't wanna get left out in class. "I'm sorry but we're..." The tall girl in the friendship circle, was going to tell me to find another group but luckily Mrs. Paimmon interrupted. "In your Friendship group, all of you will play Finding the secret entrance. 1 player are sent out of the room. The rest of the groups will make a circle and think of an action which will open the circle. The players are called in and they must find out which action opens the circle."Mrs.Paimmon told everyone in the class about the game, I guess it's a trust game. "Can you give examples miss?" A nerdy girl asked the teacher, she was short but pretty though, I think like my height. But I think she was Puerto Rican just by her appreance. "First off it's Mrs.Paimmon not miss and it could be touching someone behind the ear (a certain person or anyone) or touching the right knee. You have 1 min to choose the player." Mrs.Paimmon responded, she was huge but actually pretty though. She had her curly blond/brown hair and her dark brown cardigan with her black shirt under and blue jeans. She just looked stylish. For a white lady she was nice and had such a soft voice when she spoke. "Yo. Boy!? You in tha group or not?" The tall girl said to me. She looked annoyed for some reason, maybe b/c I was too distracted looking around. I looked at her to give her my attention. "Your going to be the player everyone agreed so.." She said with her irritated look, but not lie she was pretty though for a dominican girl. I did adore her cute tomboy-ish style and her loose black curly long hair but very tall and thin. The 1 min ran out and it was time to go out of the class and on to the hallway. With other classmates. I began waiting to go back in, I guess I was interested about the game, never played it before. I looked around the hallway and most of them were talking about life and personal things. Like those two girls joking around. I could see one of them was Hispanic like me, I think she's dominican I could tell by her accent. When your a spanish person you could determine a person nationality by their accent, but I didn't knew the nationality of the other girl. I think she's from India. They seem to really get along with each other, this school has cultural diversity, like that british guy listening to music. He has long and short shaggy hair, I can't see his face but his accent is just interesting. "Come in , we're ready to start. " Mrs. Paimmon said. I'm nervous now, my hands are sweating and don't know how to play. Well I do know... and there's my group holding hands. Two boys and three girls, they seem secretive talking to each other, even smiling to each other. I tried to think what action will open the circle, I tried to untie the knot but it didn't work, even go under and still nothing. I walked around to think how to win this game. I felt a foot and tripped over it. "You don't know how to walk?" She laughed at her own joke, and the other people in my group did so. I feel to the ground with the chair on top of me. I guess I wanted to hold onto something so I wouldn't fall. I started to get up and smile again, and noticed Mrs.Paimmon coming over. "Is everything okay?" She questioned fixing her hair aside. She looked around and I never noticed someone concern about me like Mrs.Paimmon did. It felt nice, I could feel my heart turning red. "I saw you fell Christopher? " Mrs paimmon patted my back but she confused me with another student. "It's J-Jason..." before I could finish my sentence she went on to check another group. "Sorry there's no phones out in this class or this school...please put it away." Mrs.Paimmon was just busy with other students, just wish she would just focus on me. "Well don't just stay like that go on, play." The girl with brown hair said. She looked annoyed also just like the tall girl. I kept walking around just finish the game. And felt I was being push around, I did felt uncomfortable. "Just one quick question..." I asked the group, maybe if they tell me what action opens the circle we could be done and ignore the what happened. "Just keep walking, and don't ask." The tall girl said and when back talking to her friends. Basically I was the dumb fool, I was the only one playing the game even felt embarrassed being in the class. I could see everyone just laughing at me, but it's fine I'm funny and I'm starting to have fun with my new friends. The bell rung and it's time to move to my next class. Grabbed my black bag from the chair and grabbed My grey sweater, don't wanna lose my stuff. _______________________ I walked in lunch and it was packed, there was along line to get food. But at least everyone was in a perfect line, I needed to wait in this rope, it's what the bank uses, I think it's called a crowd control. In the mean while I looked around. I could see the tall girl in lunch, I could see she was wearing a jean overall and a black and white strip shirt under it. She looked so happy, cheerful, with her friends. I took my lunch and went back to the table I go in, it's alone just like...and I could see Michael fooling around right in front of me. I tried to look away so he won't notice me. Instead I searched for Chris. I felt someone sat down next to me, it right or felt right. "Yo..jay you Don say hi no more..?" Michael spoke. I heard other guys and they were in right in front of me. They all were teasing me. "Say I like da duds." Michael joked, not sure why was that funny. I just looked down, hoping someone would just help me but...no one did. I guess there's no harm. I looked up and notice two people staring at me. A boy and a girl. I could hear the laughter behind me but I just couldn't stop staring back at them. They got up , except the guy turn away and I couldn't see his dark green eyes anymore, I could see the girl was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a flower disgin and a black skirt , she looked kinda tall maybe its her small brown boots. She had that girly girl style and her bright red lipstick on smiling at me looking straight at me with her bright blue eyes, she has that slim body and her lose wavey blond hair .The guy had that preppy style, he's skinny but muscular , he looks like that sterotypical football player, with his straight black hair comb to the back, he looked so serious looking straight to his direction but smiling with that perfect smile and could notice he had dimples on his cheeks, he has full lips I bet they were soft and wish my smile was as perfect as his but I like Chris though... They started talking and stared at me as they walked away just wish what they were talking about. It got crowded and couldn't see them anymore, they just disappear through the crowd. "Yo the line got shorter." Michael told his friends getting up and I was left alone. I kept looking for them and just kept thinking about them. I could tell the guy was Hispanic from his brown tan skin, and as the girl walked by her white skin glowed also. I finished my lunch and went to throw my lunch away. "What's up." Chris spoke to me, he was throwing his lunch away also. What a coincidence right, my cheeks started to bright up. Even my hart started to blush. "Um..just eating..."I said with is dumb response, I finished my food what am I eating if I already ate. "Everythin gud ?"He asked me and had this cute smile on his face. I really liked his bushy eyebrows when he raised them. I felt this feeling again, unusual but felt good though. Someone asking if I was okay but I don't know what's okay anymore. "Yup...just th-the usual."I said , I couldn't think of another thing to say back. I need help on learning how to to talk , I mean I just wanna be his but I should take it slow. "Alright...good looks bro." He said smiling at me going back to his table of friends. I just like everything from him. From his facil features to his clean thug style. Even his short dark curly hair had me dreaming and dark bushy eyebrows. "Um..Yo Chris."I said not knowing what I was going to say at least I was hoping he wouldn't respond back. He turn around facing me with his narrow face, he did heard me and was waiting for my response. And I was stuck. __________( Carmin )-P.O.V __________ "He stared at at us? Are you sure what your doing?" My brother Raul told me as I was taking out my binder from my locker. He gets like this when he gets protective about me. "Yes I'm sure. Even if he did stared at us , he still does not know what we were talking about." I told Raul, as I closed my locker facing him. He looked so serious, he likes to act like the oldest but really I'm the oldest. "Look, if anything goes wrong , you'll have to be the one to take him out." He gave me a warning about this plan. He looked at me with his bothered green eyes, but he's forgetting I never let him down before. "Dont worry, everything is going as planned. I have a feeling you might just be wrong, after all I'm always helping you out." I told Raul, to just keep him calm for a bit. He gets too worried at times, it's kinda annoying but I'm with him. "If you need me I'm always here for you." Raul said turning around and walked away, fixing his varsity jacket, I'm glad he thinks that way. Our plan, my plan will work, I just gotta test it out to see it first, in order to know the outcome.

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