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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.

looking hot, her message read.

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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wri0thesley · 3 years ago

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Nat😫😫😫 I'm just reading your naoya posts and I cant😫😫😫 why do I love this arrogant man😫 is it possible to write something of a connected fic to your arrangement story about how he feels jealous over a similarly docile reader (doesnt have to be connected if you dont want tho!!). like he hears about how the reader has been getting marriage proposals from other men since naoya hasnt given an affirmative to your family,,,, and now the reader is forced to consider other candidates (although she still cant atop thinking about our favourite princely asshole) and naoya cant handle this thought lol he deserves to know what angst and the pain of yearning tastes like😌 I hope this wasn't too confusing aaaa😭😭 I love your writing, and im glad youre in this jjk brain rot too🤧

patience - naoya x fem!reader (1.5k)

arrangement // patience // my jjk masterlist

warnings: naoya remains an asshole. submissive reader, arranged marriages, mentions of murder, talk of adultery. pining/angst. not sfw, minors dni!

naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Naoya hates that he can’t stop thinking about you.

Oh, he’d meant it when he’d spat ‘pathetic’ and ‘useless’ and ‘worthless’ at you – your bloodline was unimpressive, your lack of cursed technique tragic, your clan elders absolutely idiotic for sending a nobody like you to tempt him. But . . . something about the look in your eyes, the meek little bow of your head, the way you’d listened to every one of his orders with a soft little gasp and a desire to follow them to the latter . . .

He hasn’t told your family that he’s not interested in you, but word gets around the jujutsu community when someone is looking for a spouse. After all, they’re determined to retain blood purity, to keep techniques in the bloodline – your family soon hear that Naoya is still considering all of his options. That other pretty young daughters from other bloodlines have been to see him.

(Naoya rejects them all, for frivolous reasons that he doesn’t want to admit are frivolous. He hadn’t liked the look in that one’s eyes. He didn’t want his children to inherit the colour of that one’s hair. That one had walked two steps behind him, not three--).

You haunt his thoughts. You and the bow of your head, the bite of your lip, the way you’d looked with tears brimming in your eyes. The suggestive curve of you beneath your kimono.

Ugh.

He hears, too, that your family have been exploring their other options. They’d seemed thrilled, at first, that Naoya hadn’t utterly swept you off the table – but six months have passed, and they want their daughter married and out of the house and fulfilling her duties.

He hears about your marriage proposals through that same grapevine. He hears that other men say you are pretty and quiet and obedient, that you will make a fine wife, that you will listen to commands and give soft smiles and raise children like you ought to--

And once, he smashes a glass from gripping it too hard as some nobody in the Kamo clan mentions that he’s going to ask your family for your hand in marriage.

You say no. He hears, too, that your elders are growing frustrated with your dismissals of proposals. They have left behind the thought of marrying you into the Zenin clan, but clearly you’re still clinging to the idea that Naoya might want you despite what he’d said.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he wraps his fist around his cock and pumps it and thinks about your look of surprise as his come splatters across your face.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, when he compares a young lady sent to entice him with you. When she looks him in the eye and he thinks that you would never do that, that you would keep your head bowed, that you’d be deferential as he needs you to be.

He doesn’t, he tells himself, as a servant cleans up the shards of glass that he shatters and he asks the Kamo clan member if perhaps he would like to spar, and he hits him just a little bit too hard so he ends up wheezing and doubled over on the training mats as Naoya stalks out of the room.

It’s not his style to pine. He has the pick of every eligible young lady in jujutsu society; he should not be hung up on such a worthless, pathetic little thing.

He hears of another proposal. This one, apparently, hasn’t been rejected straight-out – this one, you seem to be considering. Other members of the Zenin clan don’t understand why his jaw sets at the news.

“You didn’t want her, did you?” He asks. “You didn’t seem keen after the meeting.”

One of his other distant cousins, an upstart too big for his boots, grins.

“That was before she was hot property, though,” he leers at Naoya. “Our golden boy doesn’t like the idea of people coveting his trash--”

Naoya has struck him before he can think and stalked out of that room, too. Something about you has truly opened the can of worms that is Naoya’s violence, and he refuses to admit to himself that it’s because he wants you.

It’s not because you’re hot property – though, certainly, the way other men talk and laugh about you and the knowledge that you’re wanted serves to set a fire within him. It’s because he can’t stop thinking about you.

He tries courtesans. He chooses pretty, well-mannered ones who look a little like you – but their eyes when they look at him are glassy. They’re not the same as yours, brimming with life and want and confusion at the position you’ve found yourself in and the way your body responds to Naoya.

He doesn’t admit to his mistakes. He doesn’t think ‘I should have accepted the proposal, I should have joined the clans’ – instead, he thinks ‘I should have fucked them then and there. I should have made them scream my name until their reputation was ruined and everybody knew they came apart on my cock. It’s their fault that I can’t get them out of my brain.’

He walks with fists and teeth clenched and snaps at every servant who dare looks his way. Naoya has always been unpleasant, but he’s downright impossible with his spine in knots and his eyes narrowed.

He’s going to have to do it. He’s going to have to contact your family, ask for another audience, if only to get your fucking face out of his mind--

He’s not expecting to come across you before he’s even made the call, standing in one of the gardens of the Zenin estate. You’re wearing the same kimono you had first visited him in, and he hates that the sight of it makes a throb low in his belly as he remembers seeing it crumpled on his bedroom floor. He swallows as he stalks towards you and you turn, your pretty eyes widening – he sees the flash of memory, the flash of desire. He wonders if anybody would dare speak to him if he took you right here, in the garden--

An older man opens a door behind you.

Naoya recognises him only vaguely. The Zenin estate is swarming with various, less important Zenins; this one’s a great-uncle, perhaps? Or a cousin thrice removed? He’s someone unimportant in the grand scheme of things, save for the way that he walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Ah,” the man with his hands on Naoya’s property says. “I see you’ve met my betrothed.”

His heart stops cold. He’s nobody. Unimportant. Nothing.

He’d called you the same thing; an ‘act of charity’. So why does the sight of an arm around you attached to a man too old and not powerful enough to be a threat make Naoya feel like he’s chewing rocks? Naoya manages to spit out a;

“Congratulations.”

“Yes,” the old man (great cousin? Naoya doesn’t make a habit to remember people he can’t use later on) says, pulling you closer, groping at your hip through the kimono as you keep a sedate, smile on your face without looking directly into Naoya’s eyes. “You’ll be seeing her around a lot. I hope she didn’t bother you.” A squeeze to your ass, this time, shameless. “Say hello to the future leader of the clan, sweetheart.”

(At least this man’s on Naoya’s side, he tries to console himself, but it doesn’t work.)

“H-hello, sir,” you say, and your voice is as tremulous as he remembers it. His cock stirs. He hates this.

“Sorry to bother you,” he inclines his head politely and tugs on your arm, pulling you away, leaving Naoya kissing his teeth and trying to not simply slit the man’s throat with the knife in his hakama and take you for his own.

What had the scum said? ‘You’ll be seeing her around a lot’. He supposes, then, that you’ll be sequestered in one of the other chambers in the Zenin estate--

A slow smile spreads across his face.

You wouldn’t say ‘no’ to your clan leader, would you? And . . . your future husband is old. Any Zenin is a Zenin, is it not? Even if a son is born with Naoya’s features, Naoya’s technique . . . nobody would say anything to him about it. And you’re in reach. Close to him.

He only needs to get you alone before the wedding to make sure he gets to take your maidenhead. He hates the thought of another man’s filthy hands on you, but accidents happen all of the time--

And then you’ll be a widow. You won’t be expected to marry for a while. And if you’ve already borne fruit and proved yourself – perhaps Naoya will even play the chivalrous leader and lower himself to take you for his own.

Yes. Just a little patience.

This is an arrangement he can get behind.

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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oddaodd · 4 years ago

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Hi there ! I love your fics ! Can I request something angsty with Tommy Shelby x pregnant reader ?

He’s been missing for 2 days, away with his brothers on business. He didn’t tell her he was going, and she was ill while he was away.

When he struts in with his brothers like nothings happened she loses it and throws his favourite whisky bottle at him.

Thank you 🙏🏻

· Whisky Floors ·

Author’s note: thanks for requesting this! sorry it took me so long to finish but well here we are. I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

The moment Y/n heard the front door opening, she got up from bed and made her way downstairs as fast as her pregnant self allowed. It had been two days since she last saw her husband and without knowing where he could possibly be, she became victim to dreadful thoughts. Dreadful thoughts so intense that made her ill. she hadn’t been able to keep food down for a day which in addition to her pregnancy mood swings made her feel like she was going through hell.

When she ran into the foyer she caught sight of her husband and his two brothers all smiling widely as if they hadn’t been missing for two days in a row.

All it took for their smiles to vanish from their faces was one look at y/n’s annoyed and tired expression. Tommy walked towards her and greeted her warmly but she was having none of it. She had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was messy and her right hand was pressed against her lower back to soothe the back pain that wasn’t quite done with tormenting her just yet.

Not wanting her husband’s brothers to witness her temper, she angrily made her way to Tommy’s office, knowing that he would follow her. As soon as they closed the door she reprimanded him for not telling her where he was. tommy knew she was in every right to be upset but he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at her antics.

“I didn’t know I had to tell you where I am at all times” he said, his voice not giving away his slight annoyance.

“You don’t have to, but if you’re going away for more than a day I would appreciate knowing where you are”

“You worry too much” he dismissed lighting up a cigarette”

“Yes, Thomas. I worry! I worry because I was here at home pregnant with your fucking baby and I…” she heaved a breath of exhaustion” I had no idea if you were coming back or if you were out there dead somewhere!”

“I think You are overreacting a bit, love” he said nonchalantly.

“Like hell I am” she spat “next time you’re going away, let me know”

“And don’t fucking patronize me” she finished before walking heading hastily to the door. A sudden craving for space fueling her actions. She heard Tommy’s footsteps coming behind her and in her fury filled state turned around grabbing whatever was nearest (which turned out to be one of Tommy’s favorite whiskey bottles) and threw it at his feet in an effort to keep him away.

The bottle broke at the contact with the floor and the amber liquid that used to be concealed within it poured out, almost camouflaging itself with the color of the wooden floor.

Tommy stayed where he stood and looked at her with perplexed eyes feeling guilt creeping up his spine for making her explode like that. She felt a wave of regret hit her senses and her eyes watered a bit. She wanted to apologize but she felt too angry to do so, so she just left the room instead. Making her way to the garden.

“We just need to breathe” she told herself as she sat down on one of the chairs they kept outside. Soothingly rubbing her baby bump she stared at the horizon. She noticed that ever since she found out she was pregnant, whenever she spoke to herself she would say we instead of I, considering her baby in her thoughts. She smiled at the realization and sighed, feeling her mood improving.

Maybe she had overreacted, what if she had cut him with the bottle? She began worrying again.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump, interrupting her thoughts. She turned inter chair to look at the owner of the hand which turned out to be Tommy.

“Love..” He began, but y/n abruptly stood up from her chair and embraced him in a tight hug. As angry as she was she was glad he was home at last. She felt tears prickling her eyes as his arms snaked around her waist. Fucking hormones.

“Im sorry” she said “I shouldn’t have thrown the bottle at you”

“Well, do you have any more bottles laying around to throw at me?” He asked slightly humorous trying to cheer her up.

Y/n chortled a bit “no”

“Then come” he said taking her hand in his

“Where?” She asked unsure.

“Just follow me, eh? “

Tommy led her hand in hand to the stables where a beautiful black horse stood. Y/n admired the animal and went to pet it’s stout.

“Whats her name?”

“Whatever you want it to be” he said “she’s yours”

“Is this why you went away?” She asked surprised.

“Maybe”

@lilymurphy03 @peakyxtommy @writeroutoftime @captivatedbycillianmurphy @nyotamalfoy

#tommy shelby oneshot #tommy shelby angst #Tommy Shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby request #thomas shelby request #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fluff #thomas shelby one shot #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders one shot #peaky binders angst #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders fluff

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soramei · 3 years ago

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Intentional - Part 1

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: none right now, eventual smut,

Word Count: 7.3k

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A/N: hey yall this is my first ff im posting on tumblr :D im kinda scared to post but i hope anybody who stumbles on lil ol’ me will join me along the way :) also important!!! i made oc/reader asian cus i am lol (and this whole thing is basically a glorified self insert) so plz keep this in mind when reading!! oh god i didnt realize how slow this first part was sry...

The cold silence of the room felt like stabs at your inside. You commanded your feet to stop bouncing up and down as you unconsciously started to bite off the dead skin of your bottom lip. The white corporate light from above reflected off your brand new lanyard hanging delicately from your neck. You felt the coarse blue fabric rub against your neck as you mindlessly fiddled with your lanyard; the newly printed photo of your face stared back at you with a smile.

The creak of the door to your left was what broke you from your nervous fidgets. Whipping your head up from your lanyard, you immediately stood up ready to bow to whoever came through that door.

It was a girl. She looked around the same age as you, if not older. Her attire was what gave her away. Her appearance essentially mirrored yours: hair tied back into a ponytail with a white blouse and black work pants. She also had the familiar blue ‘JYPE’ labeled strap hanging from her neck.

“Hello,” you spoke meekly, scared to disturb the cold silence that had a hold on the room you were in.

“Hello,” she replied. “My name is Choi Na-eun, I’m the new social media strategist intern and today is my first day.”

This is so relieving, you thought, another newbie to share the stress with me.

“This is my first day too,” you perked up, “I’ll be starting as the new junior Chinese marketing assistant.”

Getting the acceptance email from JYP Entertainment was definitely a high point in your life. The feeling of butterflies swarming your insides as you clicked the email open only to see your acceptance was immediately locked as a core memory. All the years of memorizing thousands of Korean and English vocabulary flashcards, the panic attacks before your finance exams, and the many, many late night coffee breaks were worth it the moment you received your first legitimate job offer, and from the esteemed JYP Entertainment company no less.

“Chinese marketing?” Na-eun asked. “So you aren’t from here, I take it.”

You shook your head. “I am from China. I completed my degree a while ago with a major in Language and a minor in Business. To be honest, I’ve done internships back home, but it’s been my dream to move to a new country.”

All of what you said was true. Up until now, your surroundings have never changed in all of your twenty-three years living. From the walk with your grandmother to daycare to the vast campus of your university, the view of your city has never changed. Your social circle stayed stagnant since you were able to talk and your love life was — for a lack of a better word — uneventful.

It wasn’t until the day you decided to start applying for careers outside your home country that you felt hopeful. Hopeful that you could find an escape from your inert lifestyle and escape the burnout and stress that has been building up over the years. And so, on a day when you were feeling unusually confident, you gathered up the courage and spent hours sending out applications to organizations all over Asia that pertained to your specific degree. The applications were mainly for small jobs at small companies, however, your strange spike of motivation gave you the confidence to apply to the everso esteemed JYP Entertainment located in Korea. Of course you knew about this company — you and your friends played songs by ‘Twice’ nonstop back in highschool — but you didn’t realize the full power that this company had on the entertainment market until you did your full research. To say that you thought you had no chance was an understatement. This application was so far of a reach that you purposefully forced your mind to erase all memory of even applying.

However, with your education, your work experience, and whatever tiny bit of luck you had, you somehow made it through the initial application process. Then the next. And the next. Then the interview. And now, you were nervously sitting in this white painted room with Na-eun, in a completely new country, waiting for your manager to come greet you.

“So you’re from China? You’ve got to teach me chinese sometime.” Na-eun smiled.

You giggled in return while nodding your head. You were relieved that you’ve met a potential friend so early in your career in this company. This was one of your big worries. With your social circle being so stagnant for the majority of your life back in China, you rarely had the opportunity to meet new people, much less make new friends.

You were about to inquire more into Na-eun’s life when the door to your left abruptly opened. In the blink of an eye, three new people strutted in — two women and one man. They seemed to be higher status than you and Na-eun judging by their attire. All three were styled in some type of blazer and dress pants and there was no lanyard to be found on any of them.

“Hello new employees,” the man greeted. Judging by his face, he looked to be in his late thirties at the least. His hair was styled back neatly and his lips slanted up, giving him a fox-like appearance. “I am Executive Manager Kim. Joined beside me on the left is Social Media Manager An and to my right is Marketing Manager Chen.”

Both you and Na-eun immediately stood up to bow and introduce yourselves.

“Hello. My name is Choi Na-eun, I’m the new social media strategist intern.” Na-eun said.

“Hello. My name is y/n, I’m the new junior Chinese marketing assistant.” You repeated after her, copying exactly what she said. You did not want to screw anything up on your first day, especially your first impression.

Manager Kim reached over to Na-eun, introducing himself and giving her a firm handshake. He then slowly moved over to you, and reached for your hand.

“Y/n,” he gave time for your name to settle on his tongue as he gave a sly smile. “You’re not from here, aren't you?”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No, sir. I’m from China where I studied language and business. I hope to do well here as the Chinese marketing assistant.” You replied, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so timid.

“I’m glad to hear,” Manager Kim chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll treat me and your other managers well.”

You felt an uncomfortable shiver pass through you as he brushed his thumb along your hand before letting go. This feeling was excused as nervousness, after all, this was your first day and your first time meeting your higher-ups.

You introduced yourself to Manager Chen, assuming that she would be the one you were to assist in your time here at JYPE. Judging by her last name, you presumed that she was Chinese as well.

“Forgive me for being so straight up Manager Chen, but are you Chinese?” You asked.

“That is alright, y/n,” she smiled, “I’m not. My Husband is, but I’ve lived in China for more than half my life. I don’t want to brag, but my mandarin has gotten proficient over the past decade or so.”

Proficient? It’s amazing. You thought. This first day was turning out better than you thought. Other than the weird feeling you received from Manager Kim, everything was turning out splendid. A potential friend and a manager that could speak your first language.

“Since it’s about noon right now,” Manager Kim took a look at his watch, “What do you all think about some lunch?”

The other managers nod their heads in agreement and gestures for you and Na-eun to follow them out of the waiting room you were in for so long.

The whole building seemed so clean. With every corner lit, by natural light or artificial light, you could clearly see that every room, every piece of furniture and decor had been purposefully placed. You couldn’t help but have a stupid look of awe plastered on your face as you mindlessly follow your superiors over to the cafeteria.

You turned your head over to Na-eun and gave her a tilt of the eyebrow, silently saying wow, this is where we work.

With the turn of a corner and several silent strides, your little group made it to the cafeteria.

The difference between your claustrophobic waiting room and this vast room was astonishing. With countless tables and romantic yellow lighting, this place almost resembled a five star restaurant. You’ve never seen a cafeteria as extravagant and clean as this before. However, to be fair, you’ve never had the experience of working with such a large corporation before.

The managers led you to the serving station where you grabbed yourself a tray and proceeded to spoon small portions of rice and side dishes onto your plate. This cuisine was different to what you were used to, but nonetheless looked delicious. You were prepared for the small cultural differences, especially with the food, but from everything you’ve witnessed so far, the culture shock would be easier to overcome than what you’ve anticipated.

“Have this soup y/n,” Manager Kim’s grating voice came from in front of you, interrupting your inner monologue. “It’s good for your complexion.”

As Manager Kim hands over the bowl of soup, you feel the sleeve of his blazer brush up against your shoulder, causing the pit of your stomach to drop.

First day nerves. That was what this feeling was. You thought.

You quietly thanked him with a small nod and walked briskly from the service line, trying to find where Na-eun went with the other two managers. Thankfully, they were just a step away and you quickly made your way over to the comfortable spot beside Na-eun. She gave you a small grin and you both followed your way to a table right in the middle of the room.

Soon, all five chairs of the table got filled and sounds of chopsticks tapping and scraping against plates and bowls filled your ears. An awkward silence dominates your table as you start to pick at your food.

“So,” Manager Chen cleared her throat, “after lunch I was thinking we should go to a meeting room and discuss Miss. Y/n’s role in our new project.”

“I was thinking the same for our new Intern Choi.” Manager An cut in, “What do you think, Manager Kim?”

“It all sounds good. I will be accompanying Manager Chen to her meeting room as I wish to also further discuss the preliminary steps for our project.” Manager Kim looked from Manager Chen over to you.

“Project?” You ask.

“We’ve had a very successful year with our idol groups and we wanted to ride this success and start marketing in China. Recently, we’ve noticed a very large and growing Chinese audience for this group. I’m sure you’re very curious now, however we can discuss further details once we are in the meeting room.” Manager Chen replies while taking a sip of the water in her glass.

Manager Chen appeared to be a very professional and respectable woman. With prominent collarbones and wide shoulders, she easily looked the part of a confident and adored manager. She needed minimal makeup to highlight her tall cheekbones, and even with a short heel on her feet she seemed to tower over you. However, her warm and comforting voice was what broke her intimidating demeanour. Just listening to her voice felt like you were back in your high school classroom with your favourite teacher explaining the motif of a sad love poem.

After some more awkward conversations mixed with a few work discussions, the five of you finished the delicious food on your trays.

“Please excuse me whilst I head to the restroom” Na-eun spoke up after your group finished clearing the table.

“Please excuse me as well.” You quickly followed, bowing as you both ventured off to the washrooms.

I should get her number so I’m not completely a loner in this place, you thought to yourself. And so, after a quick inner struggle to speak up, you finally decided to ask.

“Hey, should we exchange contacts? I don’t wanna look like the newbie eating in the cafeteria alone after today.” You chuckled.

“Totally!” Na-eun beamed. “I was actually thinking the same thing…”

And so, you both quickly exchanged each other's contact as you made your way to the restrooms.

The hall of the washrooms were narrow, hidden away from the main cafeteria. You walked in, deciding you only wanted to retouch your hair and makeup before your first official meeting. You carefully fix the loose hairs that somehow escaped the confines of your elastic and dab on a fresh layer of foundation before applying your lipstick which rubbed off while eating. Looking over at Na-eun, you see she’s quite in the zone redoing her mascara.

“Hey, I’ll just wait for you in the hall.” You said.

Na-eun gave you a disinterested nod back as she kept focusing on her mascara.

You walked to the end of the hall, leaned against the wall, and pulled out your phone. Smiling, you opened the virtual Tamagotchi app and saw your little friend staring back at you, bouncing up and down. The bundle of virtual pixels happily bounced as you fed and bathed it, making you happier in return. Playing this game, you were so entranced with your phone that the abrupt closing of the washroom doors broke you out of your hypnosis fast, causing you to flinch and drop your phone.

You looked up, only to see a brown haired man wearing a long sleeved black shirt. The hem of his sleeve fell, covering his hand as he bent down to pick up your phone. He stood back up, fully facing you now and you immediately recognized who he was. You weren’t a fool, of course you did all your research on the artists of JYPE before applying for the job. Looking down at you right now, holding your phone in his hand, was Bang Chan of Stray Kids.

The wispy tufts of his brown hair bounced over his forehead as he stepped over to you. He smiled, his dimple poking out of his cheek, and handed your phone back to you. “I think you dropped this.”

Blushing tomato red, you embarrassingly accepted the phone, trying not to make your shaking hands noticeable. It seemed like that failed, however, as you noticed him glance at your hands and dimple grow deeper.

“Thank you.” You meekly chirped and lowered your head, still in awe that you somehow bumped into a JYPE idol in the bathroom hallway of a cafeteria.

“It’s good that there’s no cracks.” Bang Chan said, looking in your eyes.

You looked back into his eyes. His smile never left his face, and you physically felt the warmth radiating off his body like rays from the sun. Some boring, objective part of your brain knew this interaction only lasted a fraction of a second, but you swore that time froze.

“Hyung!” A distant voice called.

Your trance was broken as Bang Chan looked over to the person calling his name. He turned back to you, politely bowed, and casually sauntered over to the man who called him.

What just happened? Your inner monologue ran, still trying to process the embarrassing interaction. The scent of his cologne lingered, swirling the atmosphere around your body.

Thankfully, you didn’t have too much time to dwell on this interaction as Na-eun finally opened the washroom doors and was making her way toward you.

You and Na-eun trailed behind the managers until you reached the set of elevators. It was there where you had to unfortunately separate from your comfort work buddy as she hopped in the elevator across from yours with Manager An. The other two managers led you to the elevator at the end and pressed the button for your destination floor. The ride in the elevator was silent. You stood there, fiddling with your nails.

Once the elevator gave the ding of arrival, the three of you headed down a hall where you presumed had the meeting room.

Manager Kim took a look at the watch on his wrist. “We are a minute late, everybody should be there already. Enter silently and respectfully.” He said in a stern voice.

You reached the frosted glass door of the meeting room and entered through the already opened door. The managers followed behind you with Manager Chen being the last one in and closing the door.

Your eyes widened at whom you saw.

There was Bang Chan, who sat in all his glory, staring right into your eyes with his mouth ajar. His shocked expression didn't last long, however, as he quickly composed himself to fit with the professional atmosphere of this room.

But why was he here? You thought. He’s an artist, isn’t this a management meeting?

Your inner monologue was broken by Manager Kim’s stern voice. “Y/n, why don’t you sit with me for today?” He asked with a slight tilt of the lips. His hand was hovering above your back, almost guiding you to the seat just right of the head chair.

Your heart rate quickened. There was no way that you could handle sitting right beside a high position manager on your first day. You barely knew what your duties entailed, you definitely could not handle the pressure of this seat today. You whipped your head around to look for Manager Chen. She was already sitting in her seat, looking like she was right at home.

“Manager Kim, if you don’t mind, I would like to sit in this position for today, '' a voice spoke up, “I have a lot of new ideas I’d like to share that are written in my notes.”

Bang Chan.

He paused a brief second, eyes switching between you and Manager Kim, and raised his iPad to show the screen filled with words.

“I don’t mind at all, go ahead.” Manager Kim monotonously replied. He then made his way to the head chair.

You looked over at Bang Chan, trying to subtly send the most grateful facial expression over to him. He returned your look, slightly grinning as his fingers tapped on the screen of his iPad and sat down to the right of Manager Kim. You looked over to see Manager Chen gesturing you to sit in the chair beside her and swiftly made your way over. At your seat, she handed you a notepad and pen, both adorned with the JYPE logo.

“Now, as of 1:02 p.m., September first, the meeting will officially begin.” Manager Kim clasped his hands together on top of the table. “As most of you already know, we are in the preliminary stages of planning a Chinese debut for our artist group ‘Stray Kids’. All we have right now is the estimated timeline, which is four months. We have a basic grasp of the concept we are working towards, however, as you all know, trends are always changing and growing. While we are working to create a new and original concept for Stray Kids, we also want the concept to gather as much audience reception as possible.”

Wow. That was a lot to take in. Your hands struggled to keep up with writing down what Manager Kim was saying. You knew this relatively new group was really starting to explode in the past year, but a debut in another country? This group must work really hard to even have the company consider a step as risky as this. So this is why Bang Chan is also involved in this meeting.

You peaked your head up from your notepad. Bang Chan sat across from you, one hand on his chin and the other one holding the pen to his tablet.

Manager Kim then carefully discussed the duties that each group in the room would take. Many of the jobs were directly involved with developing the concept itself, such as producing music, concept art, and theme development. Your pen never took a break from gliding on the notepad as you hurriedly jotted down everything that Manager Kim said.

Eventually, Manager Kim’s delegations moved to Manager Chen. “Manager Chen, I’ll let you take over from here.”

“Thank you Manager Kim,” Manager Chen cleared her throat. “While my main job here was to market Korean comebacks towards the Chinese audience, this new project changes things up a bit. Now, not only will I be in charge of marketing to the Chinese audience, but I will also be directly in charge of the concept itself. I will be working carefully with our team in China to monitor the trends which we can incorporate into our debut.

“This is my new assistant, y/n,” She turned and gestured to you. You politely nodded your head. “She will be gathering information on useful trends and reporting back to me, as well as some translating. Please report any ideas that you deem useful to her by the end of every week for her to sort through and deliver to me.”

You almost want to call Manager Chen crazy for giving you so much power, after all, you were only starting out as her assistant. Despite this, however, you were determined to go above and beyond with the new responsibilities given to you, after all, you knew that choosing to work in an organization as big as JYPE would take blood, sweat, and tears.

After some clarifications given by Manager Chen and a few more questions directed at her, Manager Kim took the reins back in his hands.

“Now, as I’m sure you all know, this is Bang Chan: the leader of Stray Kids. Although our management team is in charge of this debut, we like to include the opinions of artists whenever possible. He will make an appearance whenever he can and act as a representative of Stray Kids, sharing their ideas and opinions.” Manager Kim explained.

Bang Chan politely introduced himself, and quickly went on to express some concerns of his members. He made sure that each concern was answered thoroughly by Manager Kim before moving on to the next.

“As for our concept ideas,” Bang Chan’s soft brown eyes met yours, “will I have to report to y/n?”

You felt your ears redden.

“You could, yes,” Manager Kim straightened his back, “but if you find the weekly deadlines too much of a problem, you may just report to me or at any subsequent meeting.”

“No worries sir,” Bang Chan’s eyes lingered on yours for a fraction of a second more before grinning at Manager Kim, “I’m always punctual.”

The rest of the meeting consisted of more introductions and preliminary plans. After about an hour, everybody seemed satisfied with the contents of the meeting and were starting to pack up all their clutter on the table. You looked over at Manager Chen, silently asking what should I do next?

Manager Chen smiled. “Let's head to my floor. I can give you a quick tour, you can get settled at your desk. I have some paperwork that I’m almost done with; I’m sure you’ll have no problem finishing it for me.” She already was standing up and straightening over the creases of her jacket.

You stood up as well and followed behind Manager Chen like a lost baby duckling. You both made your way over to Manager Kim to bid farewell. You politely thanked him, said your goodbyes, and were about to leave when he stopped the two of you.

“Manager Chen, let’s go out for drinks tonight.” Manager Kim took a look at the intricate watch on his wrist. “With our whole team, of course. It’ll be a welcoming night and we can get to know the people on our team better.”

“That’s a great idea, Manager Kim,” Manager Chen nodded at his idea in approval. She turned on her iPad to quickly get a glimpse at her schedule. “What do you think y/n? Can you make it tonight? I know this is very last moment, but I think it’ll be a great opportunity for you to get to know your coworkers better.”

“I should be able to make it.” You definitely could make it. You had no plans anyways.

“Am I invited to this top secret party you’re all having?” A now very distinguishable voice came from behind you. Bang Chan stared at Manager Kim with a very mischievous expression.

“Would your manager allow it?” Manager Kim questioned, knitting his eyebrows.

“I’m on a diet, so I can’t drink alcohol or eat anything,” Bang Chan’s nose scrunched up in annoyance, “but I want to be as involved as I can. Just because I’m an idol doesn’t mean I can’t help behind the scenes as well.”

“Very well,” Manager Kim nodded with a fixed expression, “Let’s all meet at that restaurant about a block away west. I’ll go tell the others.” And with that, Manager Kim left you, Manager Chen, and Bang Chan to stand in awkward silence.

“Well,” Bang Chan cleared his throat and clapped his hands together, “I’ll get going as well to do some work now, but it was nice meeting the both of you.”

“You as well.” Manager Chen replied for the both of you and Bang Chan left soon after.

Manager Chen then led you to the elevators again and you headed up yet another few floors to reach your destination. You nervously fiddled with your hair as you silently waited behind your boss, looking up at the smooth lines of her blazer every few seconds. The elevator doors dinged, letting you know of its arrival. The two of you swiftly headed out the elevators and walked to what you presumed was Manager Chen’s office area. You kept following behind Manager Chen in silence before you stopped in front of a set of doors that looked identical to the ones at the previous meeting room. Manager Chen opened the doors for you, and you headed in.

You paused a step in, looking wide-eyed at the interior. The office was clean. A big glass desk sat right in the middle of the vast room in front of a huge set of windows. There were a couple of soft looking chairs placed right before the desk with a huge rug right underneath it. Over to your left, you spotted a water dispenser with a kettle right beside it. You stared at the room a bit longer before realizing you must have looked very stupid with that astonished look on your face.

“Is this your office, Manager Chen?” You asked.

“Yes. It seems that you like it,” She chuckled. You felt the heat rise to your ears.

“Since you’ll be working so close to me, I’m sure you’ll be happy to come here more often.”

“Thanks.” You awkwardly laughed. You blamed your bad response on the fact that you still weren’t familiar with the language, not your blatant awkwardness.

Manager Chen made her way over to her desk, picking up a small stack of papers. “These are some letters I’ve received from several designer companies in China. Since we are still in the very preliminary stages of this project, we would like to keep our options open for the stylists here.” She picks an annotated letter from the pile. “I’ve translated and created a summary of the main points of this letter. There are a few more left which I believe I can trust you with. Just do as I did with this letter and add the sample pictures along with it.”

You quickly complied, taking the stack of papers from her hands.

“I’ll show you to your new work space.” She led you out of your office and over to a cubicle that wasn’t too far away. It was considerably smaller compared to Manager Chen’s office, but you thought it had a certain coziness to it. Plus, working close to your coworkers could also boost your motivation. “Here is your desk, it’s not the most exciting thing, but you may bring photos or whatnot to decorate it. Now, I’ll let you settle in and get started on your work. You can meet me at my office around six, I can double check your work before we leave.”

You thanked her before she left and immediately got started on your work. You diligently translated the whole of the letters before picking out the main points that matched with Manager Chen’s example. After this was done, you included the photos that came with each letter and slipped them into their own cozy folder. This work was monotonous, sure, but it was something you needed on your hectic first day here.

You were so captivated by your work that you completely forgot about the time. The sun was starting to set, and you only remembered to look at the time after you tucked your last letter neatly in its folder. You briefly panicked, praying that you weren��t making your manager wait. Thankfully, it was only a quarter until six. You took the next fifteen minutes double checking your work, making sure to also check the time every once in a while. At exactly six, you left your desk and scurried over to the big doors of Manager Chen’s office.

Knocking a couple times, you waited patiently to be let in.

“Come in.”

You let yourself in, handing the papers to your manager, then sat quietly in one of the chairs before her desk, crossing your fingers together. You fiddled with your thumbs, patiently waiting for Manager Chen to speak up.

“Not bad, this is some decent work.” Manager Chen announced as soon as she finished glossing over your work. “I’ve noted some places that you can either fix or improve. I’ll scan them and hand you a copy tomorrow.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. A tidal wave of relief washed over you as you let yourself relax further into your chain. Not bad, this is some decent work. You proudly repeated this moment in your brain. Although you were disappointed with the mistakes that you let slip through, to get somewhat of a compliment on your first day meant a lot to you.

“Shall we get going now?” Manager Chen asked.

You grabbed your bag and stood up. “I’ll let you lead the way.”

_______

It seemed like all you were doing on your first day was following Manager Chen around like a lost puppy. The situation right now was no exception either, as you tried to copy her confident strides over to the restaurant a block down. You watched the busy rush hour streets and sidewalks fill with people, some people going home after a long day, some people going to party just like you.

Soon, after a few more minutes of walking, the both of you arrived at the small wooden doors of the restaurants. It seemed like the both of you were a bit late as Manager Kim was already waiting in front of the entrance with the rest of the team. Bang Chan was also there, head down looking at his phone.

“Sorry we’re late, have you been waiting for long?” Manager Chen somehow sounded confident despite making everybody wait on her.

Her voice seemed to have caught everybody’s attention. You watched as Bang Chan swiftly turned his head up from his phone, his eyes making contact with yours. You immediately focused your eyes somewhere else, trying to casually play off the fact that your eyes subconsciously drifted to him.

“We’ve only been waiting for a couple minutes.” Manager Kim gave a tight smile. “Let’s go in before you all get too cold.”

Your little group of around ten people slowly entered the doors, filling the restaurant. Manager Kim called over a waitress, signaling that you had ten people in your group, and let the waitress lead you all to a long wooden table.

The restaurant was nice, nothing too fancy, but that’s how you could tell the food was good. With dim lighting and tightly packed tables, it made you feel fuzzy and warm on the inside.

However, your thoughts on the restaurant were soon broken by a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, why don’t you sit with me?” Manager Kim’s lips curled up, “After all, this is a work gathering, how good of a boss would I be if I didn’t even treat my newest team member to a drink?”

Your brain was in shambles. You seriously didn’t feel comfortable sitting with him all night. However, the logical side of your brain was saying something different. He’s just being nice as a boss. You don’t know how people in this country act anyways, stop being paranoid.

It seemed like your inner turmoil was taking longer than necessary, as you heard another familiar voice speak up.

“Manager Kim-” Bang Chan called out.

“You don’t need to sit with me here, Bang Chan.” Manager Kim chuckled as he stared directly in Bang Chan’s eyes. “I’d rather not talk about work outside the office.”

You watched as Bang Chan’s eyebrows furrowed, looking back to you in reluctance. You smiled at him before turning your attention to Manager Kim. It was just one night, right? Plus, there’s no harm in establishing a good impression with your boss.

“I’ll sit with you, Manager Kim.” You smiled, “thanks for offering.”

And so, you took your seat next to Manager Kim at the table. Bang Chan, who was to your left, looked askance at Manager Kim for a brief second before his facial expression did a complete 180. His familiar, boy-ish smile was plastered on his face like it was the most natural thing.

When the menus came, everybody at the table — including you — started to order onslaughts of food and alcohol. After brief moments of casual chatter about topics such as the weather or how good the food was here, everything that was ordered arrived at your table.

You grabbed a can of beer and started sipping on it. You’ve drank before — of course — with your old friends at university, but it’s been at least a year since you last did. Better ease myself in. You thought.

However, your preconceived plans were ruined when a small glass of clear liquor got pushed in front of you.

“Y/n, surely you aren’t going to sip on that can all night.” The ends of Manager Kim’s lips curled up.

“Wasn’t planning to, sir.” You replied while tipping the glass up and into your mouth. The bitter liquid burned your throat as it went down. You took a moment to recollect your surroundings. Seems like your tolerance was higher than you thought.

“Bang Chan, do you not drink? Why not eat something then?” Manager Chen pointed to the food on the table.

“No can do ma’am, I’m on a strict diet. My manager would kill me.” Bang Chan pointed to his glass of water.

“In that case,” Manager Chen filled another glass, “Y/n, have another drink.” She slid the glass down the table in front of you.

You gladly accepted your second drink, downing the alcohol in one go. Your eyes instinctively squeezed together as you felt your throat burn. From the tips of your ears to the ends of your toes, your whole body felt warm and alive.

You lost track of the time. As your conversations got livelier, your head got fuzzier. You stopped counting your drinks after four, especially since so many people were eager to offer the new employee a drink. Although your vision was starting to blur, you could still think straight. I can still think, you thought to yourself, still — what a powerful buzz.

Your thoughts ran rampant in your mind as you stared at the lightbulb across the room. What a pretty light. So bright. Warm.

“Y/n.”

Was the light calling your name?

“Y/n!”

Your eyes focused again and snapped away from the lightbulb. Where was the voice coming from? You slowly turned your head. Bang Chan.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He smiled back. So bright. Warm. “It’s been hours and I haven’t even offered you a drink yet.”

You tried to focus your eyes on his face as he slid the glass over to you. One more drink wouldn’t hurt your buzz, right?

You gladly accepted, slowly moving your hand over to the glass to pick the clear liquid up. It went down in one go just like all the others.

Huh? Was this water?

You struggled to focus your eyes on the person who offered you the drink. “That was yummy.”

“I bet it was,” the talking blur chuckled, “How about another one?”

You nodded, then took the glass he slid towards you. It’s funny how water flows even when in a cup. Water. You needed to pee.

“Hey,” your words dragged out, “where’s uh, where’s the washroom?”

“Follow me. I’ll show you.” Manager Kim stood up and reached his hand out towards you. You didn’t want to take it, but it seemed like nobody was noticing his offer.

Reluctantly, you took his hand and stood up, only to stumble down again. Did your knees not want to listen?

“Whoa there, better hold on.” Manager Kim said.

“No, I can walk. I-I can walk.” You let go of Manager Kim and tried to focus all your brainpower on moving your feet in a straight line. This tactic only worked for a second, however, as your knees gave in and you stumbled down.

“It’s obvious that you can’t.” Manager Kim’s lips turned up. “It’s time for you to go home. I’ll take you back.”

What? No. You didn’t want Manager Kim to take you home, not after all the awkward events of today and the general vibe from him. You tried to express your thoughts, but nothing came out of your mouth.

“Manager Kim, you’ve been drinking!” Bang Chan’s voice came from some part of the room. “It’s not safe to drive, I’ll call a taxi for you.”

“What about Y/n here? I’ll get a taxi for us both.” Manager Kim said.

“I called my manager earlier to pick me up, we can drop her off along the way. It’s not a good idea to put two drunk people in a car. I’m completely sober right now, so let me do all the work.” Bang Chan grinned, patting Manager Kim on his shoulder.

“Is that what you want, Y/n?” Manager Kim glared.

You dizzily nodded.

“Alright. In that case, I can call my own taxi later.” Manager Kim grimaced.

“Stay safe, Manager Kim.” Bang Chan smiled. He turned to you. “My manager’s been waiting outside for a while now, do you want to leave now?”

You nodded. You tried to start walking again, but your damn knees just wouldn’t listen.

“Do you want to hold on to me?” Bang Chan knitted his brows together and held out an arm.

“I,” you slurred, “can walk.” You tried to start your feet again, only to end up stumbling down.

“I know you can,” Bang Chan said as he reached his hands out to stabilize you, “but — ah — I’m really tired after today. Can you hold on to my arm so I won’t fall out of exhaustion?”

You agreed to help him. Bang Chan waved to everybody still at the table before leading the two of you out to a black SUV. He allowed you to stumble your way in the back seats first before sliding in himself. He asked you for your address, which took many tries for you to accurately type it into his phone.

You leaned your head against the window, staring at passing blurred lights as Bang Chan’s manager started driving. Just being away from the loud and bright environment seemed to have cleared your head a little, but the pounding would not stop. You cursed yourself for being so irresponsible on your first day, especially because you were still alone in this new country.

“Hey,” you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, “want some water?” You looked over to see Bang Chan holding out a plastic bottle with the lid screwed off.

You languidly reached your hand out for the bottle and gulped down as much water as you could in one breath before handing it back to him. The street lights started getting blurrier as you tried to fight exhaustion, the muscles in your eyelids starting to get more and more uncontrollable.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re almost there. Ten more minutes.”

You couldn’t hear anything after that, however, as you felt your eyes give up on you and your body fall into a deep sleep.

“Y/n… Y/n.” A familiar voice called.

You fluttered your eyes open, your head pounding. Not knowing where you were, you surveyed your surroundings in a panic. It seemed as though you were in the back of a car… Parked outside of your apartment building?

“Hey, you’re finally awake.” Bang Chan’s voice entered your ear. It all came rushing back to you; the restaurant, the drinking, entering the SUV.

“How long have we been parked here?” Your groggy voice sounded inhuman. You had to clear your throat a couple times.

“It’s only been twenty or so minutes. I’m not allowed to leave the car, are you able to get home alone? I can ask my manager to go with you.” Bang Chan scratched the back of his neck.

“I should be fine.” You mumbled, a bit embarrassed to have fallen asleep in the car of a person you just met that day. This wasn’t even his car, it was his manager’s.

“Hey… can I put my number in your phone?” Bang Chan avoided your eyes. “Just so you can tell me when you get home.” He quickly added.

“Okay.” You awkwardly handed him your phone with your contacts already opened. He quickly typed his phone number in before handing it back to you.

“Text me when you get home. Remember to lock your door, okay?”

You thank both him and his manager before hurrying back to your apartment. Your head was still pounding unrelentlessly as you pressed the elevator button for your floor. The events of today were still unprocessed in your brain. You met a potential friend, which was a highlight. However, you also met two higher up managers and an actual idol, only to get hilariously drunk in the presence of. At least it’ll make a good story to tell my mom. You thought.

In no time, you made it in your apartment and locked the door behind you, remembering what Bang Chan told you in the car. You texted the new number in your phone.

Y/n: Hi. It’s y/n. I just entered my apartment.

Not even a minute later, your phone lit up, signaling a new text message.

Bang Chan: great!! remember to lock the doooor hahaha ( ◕ω◕✿ )

You subconsciously grin at your phone. Cute. Throwing your phone haphazardly on your bed, you begrudgingly began your night routine. After washing up and throwing on a random shirt from your closet, you fell on your bed ready to sleep. You were about to close your eyes when your phone lit up again with a ding. It was another text.

Bang Chan: Hey… Just so you know, if you ever feel unsafe around the office just tell me okay? I’ll always try to help you in whatever way I can.

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #skz imagines #bang chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan smut

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Drabble #6: big news :: Atsumu wonders why you’ve gone more quiet than usual. [slice of life/fluff + coward au series]

Notes: i swear ive actually finished writing this all a few months ago but i haven't had the chance to post them im so sorry DJDJDN :( Read the story here!

“Y/N’s gone quiet these days.” Atsumu confessed as he sat in the dimly-lit counter of his brother’s now-closed restaurant.

“Isn’t she always quiet though? Yer the noisy-”

“I meant more quiet.” Atsumu cuts his brother off, casting him a glare, “I’ve been racking my brains these past few days on what I did but I can’t seem to know what I did wrong exactly.”

“Maybe it’s because you burned down the Tupperware's last time.”

“That was two months ago and I bribed the kids to keep quiet about it as I replaced the Tupperware's too on the next day.” he retorts, leaning back on his chair as he started to think about what he did wrong.

“Maybe that's why she's angry. You bribed the two and destroyed the Tupperware's while you’re at it. Isn’t Y/N all for admitting mistakes and coming clean?” Osamu replies, rolling his eyes at his twin because of his stupidity. It was fairly obvious who was the fun parent and who had to put the foot down in the relationship, he was actually glad that you were the head of the household. Imagine his horror if his twin was the head of the whole thing.

It would be a disaster.

Atsumu sinks lower on his chair as Osamu rolls his eyes, “Y/N wouldn’t be mad over the Tupperware thing, she’d be mad that ya guys bought a new oven and replaced the Tupperware's without telling her that you destroyed it.” his twin continues, giving his brother a little sermon, “So just come clean.”

The blonde setter comes home that night, kind of dejected. He knows you wouldn’t be mad about something as petty as a Tupperware but man, he should’ve told you-

“You look like I kicked you out of the room.”

Yeah, he might just be if he admitted that he got a new oven and the Tupperware.

“Hey, sweetheart. Where are the kids?”

“With Daiki, he’s leaving for the states tomorrow since the NBA season is about to start so he wants to spend his last night in japan before he gets back.”

Oh yeah, with no kids here, you’d definitely kick him out.

“Listen, I need to tell you-”

“I’m sorry I bought a new oven and Tupperware's and bribed the kids to keep quiet about it.” He confessed, cutting you off, a full pout on his lips, “Don’t kick me out of the bedroom.”

You blinked once then twice then silence slowly sank in the room, “I know but why do you look so sad about it?”

Atsumu suddenly looks at you in the eye and tilts his head to the side, “Weren’t you mad because of that? You were awfully quiet about it these past few days and well, I thought you found out about it…”

“I did, the kids told me the next day.”

Atsumu’s mouth opens and close like a fish, those little gremlins-

“But that’s not why I got so quiet…” you blink, cutting his thoughts short, “I...well…”

Atsumu’s brows furrowed in wonder, then what was going on?

“I’m pregnant.”

Atsumu is silent and he notices your expression shift from blank to worry so he suddenly raises his arms up, making you jump in surprise at the rather weird reaction, “We’re pregnant?” he exclaims.

“I’m pregnant.”

“We’re pregnant!’ He yells, immediately enveloping you in a hug, “Oh my god, we’re pregnant!”

“Atsumu i-”

“I’m going to be an otosan again!’ He grins, letting you go, “From the beginning! An otosan from the beginning, Y/N! I get to be there! From the beginning!”

Your eyes feel a bit watery at his words, the reaction was far from what you expected, “Yeah, you get to be there...From the beginning…” you blink away the tears.

It turns out, if it was even possible, Atsumu got more doting after your pregnancy. Not only did he turn doting, he got giddy and would proudly call out that he was soon to be a father of three, not two but three kids! He would parade around Osamu and call himself the supreme twin.

It was the total opposite though during the due date. The man wanted to be next to you but you advised the doctor that you’d rather be alone than have your husband faint next to you in the delivery room yes, he was theatrical, In the end, it was just the entire volleyball team from his high school days and current volleyball team with ‘Samu in the hospital.

Yes, very dramatic but then again, they were all awfully supportive.

“Miya-san?”

All the men stood up and the doctor looked at them in an odd manner judgingly, actually, “That would be me.” Atsumu coughs out, walking up to the doctor, trying to calm himself down. They didn’t know the gender of the baby yet. Bokuto and Osamu urged to keep it a surprise so Atsumu, being the guy who easily gave into peer pressure agreed and well, you sort of agreed too since it wouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Congratulations, Miya-san.” he exclaimed, “Your wife just gave birth to a healthy baby girl.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened comically as the whole men’s volleyball team (plus the small twins) rejoiced.

In a sea of men, a princess was born that day and good lord, was she spoiled rotten by everyone.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu scenarios #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu imagine #haikyuu dad

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mysmegrace · 3 years ago

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hey i hope your game is working normally again , can i please request the rfa with an mc who has a part time job as an animator/artist ?

hello~ yes, my game is working well now! i think it might've been the network (i heard like a day later that something happened to it, idk exactly im not very tech savvy lol). i love the request btw.

RFA with an MC who Has a Part Time Job as an Animator/Artist

--- yoosung kim:

the pandemic had effect many things in your lives.

from his university classes to your late night outs.

one of the upsides you found in the time was the fact that you could work straight from your bed now.

you couldn't think of anything better

waking up ten minutes before your start time and sleeping in the comfort of your home during your breaks.

life was finally going in your favour.

and yoosung was in a similar position.

only he wasn't working, just attending university.

the sequence of events had led you to this moment.

you had woken up alongside the sun to start your work for the day, yoosung laying right beside you about to join a class.

you rose your head every once and while to give him a smile of encouragement, yet he wasn't getting the message.

did you want to do something right here?

right now?

while he's just joined a class?

with his cheeks becoming visibly more red, he reckoned a little affection wouldn't hurt.

it wasn't like the teacher could see him.

and he wasn't about to lie and say he was paying attention anyway.

going to wrap his arm behind your neck, he glances upon your project for work.

from the first second he laid eyes on it, it amazed him.

his curiosity was peaked as he started questioning your occupation.

he'd come to realize that he never actually asked about your job, he just knew you had one.

"i'm an animator, i only work part time though" you said with a hint of pride evident in your voice.

he was becoming increasingly more intrigued.

but after you explained many of the ups and downs of your part time job, he gave you his full support.

even asking if you'd be willing to teach him some time.

but nothing too hard, he doesn't want to embarrass himself.

after his class was over, you offered to show him your past works, in which he welcomes with open arms.

you continue to knock him off his feet.

hyun ryu / zen:

"zen zen, what do you think about this?" you ran up to him saying with excitement.

he looks up to meet your eyes after you caught his attention, before redirecting his focus to the tablet you held in front of him.

he was stunned.

it wasn't something he was expecting.

he never knew you were so good at drawing.

with his mouth hung slightly open, he began saying "it's amazing mc, how did you do this?"

he was truly floored, and you took notice of it.

"i've been drawing from a young age and now i make art part time for people who would like to buy my work" you explained.

he was insanely supportive from the get go.

knowing that you were able to make an income from your passion was comforting to him.

being glad you were able to achieve these accomplishments, he wouldn't want to let you work on your own.

granted he couldn't help you, his art wasn't one somebody would invest in.

but he could help in other ways.

hence why he offers to bring you supplies, help with project ideas, and love you from the sidelines.

jaehee kang:

"i've gotta make it to my other job now jaehee, but i'll see you later" you screamed as you ran to catch the bus.

the day was a success, going out with jaehee and shopping together.

however, your words had completely caught her off guard.

shes aware that you two haven't known each other for a long time, but it didn't change the shook that came over her when she heard.

sitting down, catching your breath from the short run you just came from, you decided to check your phone.

after all, there's not much else to do on the bus.

not too long after your departure, you receive a text from jaehee.

"i wasn't aware you had another job, what is your part time job?" it read.

oh, right.

you hadn't told her yet.

but what time was better than now?

"i'm an animator" you responded, waiting in suspense for the next text.

and you weren't waiting long, as the familiar sound of your messenger went off.

"animator? that's really awesome mc, can you show me some of your work?" it read.

you could feel as the smile creeped up your face, not able to hold back your excitement.

yet wasting little time, you send several screen recordings of your previous work that has done incredibility well.

"i'm speechless, that's so amazing" jaehee responded after a few minutes.

the overwhelming of positive emotions that had just come over you wasn't unwelcomed as you held the phone ever so closely.

knowing jaehee was proud of you was enough to make you cry tears of joy.

jumin han:

"but how was your day mc?" he says, changing the topic.

he had come home with the fatigue slowly overcoming him.

the fact that his father had introduced him to a new girl wasn't exactly helping either.

you wanted to talk to him about it more, but you knew better than to make him keep reliving the moment and experiencing the same emotions again.

hence why you took him up on his offer to change the topic.

"well, i finished my recent art project" you said, sipping the wine your husband had recently poured for you.

you watched as his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"art project?" he questioned, encouraging you to elaborate.

and that you did, explaining how you made art for people as a part time job.

staying quiet for a second, redirecting his focus to the red liquid in front of him.

suddenly, he speaks up, saying "let me see it".

with a quick nod, you hop out of the seat to go pick up the project.

only to return a few seconds later, handing your artwork to him.

you watched intensely, following his eyes as he examined the piece in his hands.

"i'm quite impressed" he says, eyes not leaving the art.

"thank you" you mustered up in response through your excitement.

hearing that jumin was impressed by your skills made your day.

the conversation ended at the same speed it started, soon changing the topic.

but the new expensive supplies that laid in your little make-shift office was a reminder that he always had your best interests in mind.

as long as he could make you happy, life would be fine.

saeyoung choi:

"hey, i made that!" you practically screamed with excitement.

your time has finally come, the time you had been dreaming about since you were a little girl.

growing up on anime to seeing your animations being used in an anime made your life complete.

your attention broke as saeyoung reminded you of his presence, saying "wait, you made that?"

you turned to face his laying figure on the couch, nodding aggressively with a huge smile plastered across your face.

he always told you how contagious your smile was, and his point was proved as he began to duplicate your excited smile.

standing up to hug you, he started questioning you as if he were cosplaying an interviewer.

""when did you do this?"

"why did you do this?"

"how did you do this?"

you had to place your hand firmly on his chest to calm him down.

giving you time to explain your part time job as an animator.

how you've dreamed of this as a child and how grateful you were to be able to pursue your passion.

and saeyoung couldn't be prouder.

he felt like a father watching his child receive their first award.

your happiness made him feel incredible.

and your talent astonished him.

after the initial excitement died down, he offered his help in any way possible.

anonymous, of course.

he would do anything to make you happy.

achieving your dreams was something he never experienced until he met you, and he would never let you down.

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idontknowwhattomakemyurllol · 4 years ago

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Rivals

Summary: You had joined the ball and just found out you will be one of the many candidates to be Prince Todoroki’s wife. But are one of the few that The King has his eyes on. As you meet your rival at the ball, you begin to favor her more than your supposed love interest.

Warning : Reader is a girl!

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS BUT I DID IT!! So yes...The ending is very rushed BUT HEY IM TRYING OKAY. Originally “idea 1″ was supposed to be a modern au thing but I ended up making this so yeah- might make this a miniseries if I’m up for it! Uhhh ENJOY or smth

The Ball

The waltz began. Many guests, including you, entered the ballroom. As you locked arms with your father, the Lord of a noble house you became mesmerized with how majestic the ballroom was. You knew it would be large since it was a castle, but you didn’t realize how small the room would make you feel. Looking up at the gigantic chandelier that hung on the high ceiling, you wondered how many stacks of books it would take for it to reach to the top. It was filled with people, as if you were many fish in the sea. Like a flock of birds gathered around together.

Every maiden in the kingdom wanted to be here and who could blame them. But their reasoning was not the same as yours. They wanted to see the Prince. Prince Todoroki, Shoto. You didn’t want to sound so full of yourself, but you weren’t that interested in him. Of course, even you would admit he is quite attractive. Even with that scar on his face that suddenly appeared somewhere around his childhood.

But back to the topic, you never really were interested. The only reason you were excited to come here was because of the castle and its many wonders. There have been whispers of what lies within this castle. Some say ghosts of the old kings haunt this castle at night. That all the late nobles come together at night in the ballroom, when there is no light, to have an annual ball. Others say that there are secret rooms filled with the many treasures of the kingdom. Hidden away from any thieves who dare to try and steal it away. You wanted to know about it all.

As you and your father walked, you finally realized who you were approaching. The King, Todoroki Enji, and his son The Prince, Todoroki Shoto. As you slowly approached them you slowly let go of your father’s arm. Preparing to curtsy. And you did, smiling at The King when you lifted your head to look at him. You had seen him in your house somewhere during your childhood, since your father was a friend of his. But you were never allowed to go to the castle or to speak to him yourself.

.“My King, it is good to see you are doing well.” Your father greeted. The King, who others call, “Endeavor”, nodded. “Thank you, I’m glad to see you’re doing fine.” the giant man then looked at you for a quick moment before turning back to your father. “This is your daughter I presume?” He asked. Your father nodded, “This is my lovely daughter, L/N Y/N.” as your father stated your name you curtsied once more. “It is an honor to be in your presence, My King.” although you never really agreed with what the king did, and honestly you quite disliked him, the least you could do was respect him.

The King huffed, “So she is one of the candidates for the role of my young Shoto’s wife.” the statement made your eyes go wide. And you did your best to gracefully lift your head up and look at your father. Your father filled with delight agreed. “Why yes, my daughter is quite the lady. I’m sure she’d make a great wife for the young prince.” Your eyes stared at your father. A disappointed stare.

You weren’t against the idea of marriage. Although the idea of marrying a man made you uncomfortable the biggest reasons were that marriage is arranged and that it takes what little freedom you have.You wanted to be free, to see the world for what it truly was, good or bad. You wanted an adventure. An adventure where you would ride your house out into the wild and try to catch the beautiful sunset. An adventure that you could write a book about. You wanted and adventure. But of course, at the back of your mind you knew it could never be true. You were just a girl, you couldn’t do that. No matter how hard you dreamed, it could never be.

E/c eyes look towards the young Prince who didn’t even look at you. He seemed angry, maybe he didn’t want to get married either. He also looked quite sad, a tint of disappointment in his dual eyes, but you could tell it was mostly filled with frustration. You had heard that he and his father don’t get along. There were rumors that his father had something to do with the scar on the poor boy’s face. And something to do with his mother. The Prince was known to love his mother dearly. And when she was sent away that was about the same time his scar was revealed.

“Good luck competing for his heart. I advise you to do your best, since there is another candidate I believe is worthy of the royal life.” your train of thoughts stopped as he said that and you looked to him. A bit afraid of him honestly. “And who is that, if I may ask..?” you tried to speak up, but the realization of getting a husband made you tense. “Lady Yaoyorozu Momo.”

Yaoyorozu Momo. You had heard of her before. She was said to be very beautiful, intelligent, and well mannered. Everything a proper lady should be. At least that’s what most people said a lady should be. You’ve always wanted to meet her and see for yourself who she was. From what you heard she sounded quite lovely.

Nodding, you tried to clear the thoughts from your head. You just wanted to get away from this conversation as fast as you could. And then a man announced from the entrance. “Welcoming, The House of Yaoyorozu.” and there she was.

What people said about her did her justice. Hair as dark as a midnight sky. Eyes twinkled as if there were millions of stars within them. Fair and smooth porcelain skin. Soft and graceful movements. With every step she took, it looked like she was floating. Her dress flowed with her as she walked down the stairs. She looked like an angel, scratch that, a goddess from Heaven. And she took your breath away.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She looked beautiful. Too good to be true. And even as you stared at her you only realized that she was near you when her Father spoke. “My King, it is good to see you again. And lord L/N, it is quite the honor to finally meet you.” the man reached out his hand and your father shook it. “I’ve heard good things about you. It is an honor to meet you as well.” your father replied, a smile gracing his face.

The Prince looked at the Lady and she smiled. And you felt a sting in your heart. Right. You are supposed to compete for The Prince’s heart. Why did that make you so sad? “My Prince, may I introduce my daughter. Yaoyorozu Momo.” and as she was introduced she curtsied. “It is an honor to be in your presence, Prince Todoroki.” The Prince simply nodded and didn’t say a word, which made you frustrated. A beautiful woman had just greeted you and all he could do was nod. Seemed quite ungrateful to you.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, this is Lady L/N. You two will be competing for The Prince’s heart.” your father placed a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you towards her, since you were hiding behind your father as soon as she entered. You felt your heart beat out of your chest when he did and felt your face begin to burn. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened when she saw you and you felt like you stopped breathing. You then realized the tint of red spreading across her cheeks.

“Lady L/N, I hope we can still be friends even if we are supposedly rivals!” she blurted out, she seemed a little nervous which made you laugh in relief, knowing you weren’t the only one who felt that way. “It is an honor to meet you as well, Lady Yaoyorozu. And I’d love to be your friend.” you smiled and you saw her smile back.

You and your father then bid them goodbye so that The Yaoyorozus could talk to The Todorokis And the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about her. While in the middle of conversations with others you glanced at her a lot. Wanting to talk to her more, you just needed to find the opportunity. Then you were told to dance by your father. You never really liked dancing. Only time you did was with your mother and father, and that was rare. Whenever you would dance with someone else you always felt quite uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right. You always tried to get out of it but it seems you couldn’t this time. So you begrudgingly complied.

As you danced with the many strangers and few friends you wondered how long it would take until the dance ended. Spinning around the room and being passed to the next stranger and onto the next then the next then the next. It felt exhausting to you. Especially since some would try to start a conversation. Most of the time you would love to have a small chat but you weren’t necessarily in the mood to talk to any of the men. You closed your eyes as you were passed onto the next. And heard a small gasp when they held your waist. It didn’t feel like the touch of a man. And so you opened your eyes to find. Yaoyorozu leading the dance.

You blushed bright red as you continued to dance with her. “L-Lady Yaoyorozu! What are you doing..?” you asked as she spun you for a bit. “I just went up to the man dancing with you a while ago and was about to speak before he tossed you over to me..! I’m sorry! I grabbed your waist by instinct!!” she apologized and you laughed. “I-It’s alright! It’s just a little weird for two girls to be dancing together isn’t it?” you laughed again, for some reason you couldn’t stop smiling around her. You heard her laugh in return, and felt like you wanted to scream! In a good way. “A little. But it does feel quite nice not to have some man hold my waist a little too tightly!” she joked and you sympathized with her. There were some men who let’s say..Weren’t the best of dancers.

“We should probably get out of here. If we don’t want more people to stare at us.” you suggested noticing a few of the guests talking about the two of you and she agreed. Looking out towards a door that leads to a balcony before taking control again and spinning the two of you towards that direction. Some people noticed, but you didn’t really care. You were having too much fun to care enough about what they think.

The cool breeze hit both of your faces as you somehow managed to open the door, all while holding each other’s hand. The two of you laughing and at the same time trying to catch your breath. “Did you see that one woman’s face..? She seemed so disgusted at the sight of us dancing!! It was hilarious!!” you giggled and Momo agreed. “I know!! I don’t usually find joy in doing these things but just seeing all their faces because we were holding hands..!” you both cackled.

Catching her breath Yaoyorozu then slowly walked towards the concrete railing and looked out at the garden below. You went after her and followed her gaze. It was a statue of two young girls sitting next to each other. “That’s a lovely statue.” you commented and Yaoyorozu hummed. “They seem so calm and safe together.” The statement peeked your interest. “If I may ask…Do you not feel comfortable around others..?” you asked. Hoping it wasn’t too personal. “Well…Around some people yes haha. Don’t you as well..?” she asked and you nodded. “I hope you don’t think of me as weird, but I usually feel uncomfortable with men courting me..” The lady admitted. And you stared in bewilderment.

“You. One of the most beautiful woman I have ever ever seen does not like being courted..? That’s a bit of a surprise.” She stopped for a moment and looked at you, red spreading across her cheeks. “You..Think I’m beautiful?” she said a bit dazed.

Now you were the one blushing. “Well..Yeah I think you’re quite beautiful..I assumed you’ve been told that a million times by many men and women though…” you uttered. Playing with a strand of hair. Her lips parted for a moment before she averted your gaze “Well…Yes but I didn’t expect you to think the same…” “What do you mean..?” you questioned a bit baffled about what she had said. “Well….I didn’t think that somebody as breathtaking as you would think that I’m beautiful…I was quite shocked when you laughed at me, I thought you were going to hate me for messing up!” she confessed. A bit embarrassed as she said that.

She thought you were pretty..? The thought left you speechless. While you were at a lost for words that made Yaoyorozu assume that you didn’t like what she said. “Oh my..I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to insult you..” she apologized. You jumped and waved your hands around realizing you gave the wrong impression. “W-What!? No, no, no! I’m sorry! I was just shocked that you thought about me that way!! I-In a good way of course!!” you said, hoping to make the air less tense. “A-Ah, I see. Sorry..” she said again. “Stop saying sorry Lady Yaoyorozu, It’s not your fault. Just a little misunderstanding, yes? It’s not like you said I was ugly or anything!” she snorted but nodded.

“You know what? I know we just met but I’ve never met anyone like you.” she spoke and you smiled. “Really now? Are you just trying to flatter me or are you telling the truth?” you teased and she chuckled “I am telling the truth! I’ve never felt so safe around someone…Not in a long while at least.” she persisted. “I feel like I can do stupid things around you and you wouldn’t judge me. You’d probably laugh but you wouldn’t judge..! It’s so weird isn’t it. I’ve known you for only a couple hours and yet I feel like I can trust you with my life. It just doesn’t make sense.” she muttered. You beamed and shook your head. “Don’t worry, I feel the same way. I feel like I’ve known you for years even though I don’t even know what your favorite flower is.” you sighed.

“Asters.” she mentioned. “What?” “Asters..I think they’re quite lovely.” she said and you mouthed an ‘O’. “Well I’ll have to get you some the next time we meet then.” you noted and she turned to you smiling softly. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

Looking back at the door, you realized that you two would have to go back. Back to that…Was all that all really worth it? Just for some guy who didn’t really care about you? He’s rich, handsome, and smart, but is it really worth what you two have right now..? ”What’s wrong?” she asked, a bit concerned that you suddenly went quiet. “Do you think we’re really gonna have to fight each other just for him…?” you expressed your concern. You didn’t wanna lose her so soon. You didn’t want to lose her ever. You don’t want to let her go.

She put her hand on top of yours and spoke. “Well, we would have to fight. It’s what they want. But we won’t hate each other right? Just some friendly rivalry. I believe that we’ll stay friends, and become good friends later on no matter what happens. Don’t you feel the same..?” she asked, a bit bashful that she had said something so cheesy. But you could tell she meant every word she said.

You were once again at a lose for words. Feeling like you were on cloud 9 when she looked at you like that. She looked at you like you were the most precious thing in her life. You could tell, it was written all over her face. The faint blush you could see on her cheeks made you blush in return. The soft smile she gave left your body melting. You finally muttered a “Yes.” and couldn’t say anything else. You just stared at each other. Before your body moved on it’s own and inched towards her little by little, as you moved you noticed her copying you and moving closer as well.

Only a few inches away from each other you could feel her breath reaching your face. And as you were about to get even closer you heard the door creak. The two of you flinched and immediately backed away from each other. Creating a safe distance for people to assume you weren’t about to do what you think you were about to.

The door opened to reveal your father. “Y/N! I see you’ve become well acquainted with your rival, that is nice of you.” he said as he walked towards the two flustered women. “Ah- yes father. I believe we have..” you lingered on the last word and looked at her, and your eyes met. “Very close friends..” you added on before looking back at the tall man. He looked between the two of you and smiled. “That’s good to hear! Now I won’t have to worry about going to war with her father!’ he joked and you nervously chuckled. “Haha…Why…Yes..” you said, your voice trembling in fear of the thought.

“Lady Yaoyrozu, you must come with us. Your father has requested for you to return to his side at once.” he announced. Grabbing your hand to drag you along. You grabbed Yaoyorozu’s hand as fast as you could to make sure she wouldn’t get left behind and felt a shock of electricity coursing through you. Her eyes widened as she got dragged along with you and your father and intertwined her fingers with yours. She held your hand tighter, and it felt so right to hold her hand like this. Not wanting to let go,

But you tried not to get flustered. Not wanting your father to see you like this. Taking a deep breath and following your father’s pace. Not long after Yaoyorozu did the same. You two entered the ballroom and saw Yaoyorozu’s dad walking towards you. Yaoyorozu immediately let go of your hand and you felt a wave of sadness wash over your body. “Momo, dear. You haven’t had a chance to dance with The Young Prince yet. Remember what me and your mother told you.” the man said approaching the three of you. Yaoyorozu looked up at her father. Looking like she was about to say something before closing her mouth and saying something else instead. “Yes father, I remember.” she sighed. You looked at her worriedly. This seemed quite stressful for her.

He nodded in approval, “Good. Thank you Lady L/N, for keeping my daughter company but we must go now.” he gave a short bow before taking his daughter’s hand and pulled her away from you. Yaoyorozu looked behind her and smiled at you sadly. You waved at her and disappeared into the crowd of people, your dad leading the way as he saw a good friend and wanted to introduce you to them.

The night had suddenly went from exhilarating to exhausting in the matter of a few minutes. As soon as you bid her goodbye you felt a bit tired. You talked to a couple of people that night and none of them seemed to interest you, not as much as she did. You wanted to see her again, talk to her again, anything. You just wanted to see her, but she was nowhere to be found. As your father chatted with another friend of his you looked towards the dance floor, only maybe an hour ago the two of you were there dancing together.

Black hair caught your field of vision. Her red dress flowing with every spin and step. As he put his hand on her waist, leading the dance. The Prince and The Lady. Dancing together. Your heart stung and you looked at them. Your brain couldn’t even process a single thought. All you saw was them. You started hearing the whispers from some of the other guests. “Look at that, Lady Yaoyorozu is dancing with The Prince!!” “Ahh! Some girl is dancing with The Prince! I’m so jealous!!” “It should’ve been me..!” mixed opinions about the two of them both bad and good. But you didn’t care. That only added to the fire burning your heart. You looked at the way Yaoyorozu looked at him, gaze full of adoration and care. And you bit your lip. Wanting to scream and break the two up. You didn’t know why you were feeling this way but you did not like it one bit.

You coughed and nudged your father’s shoulder and he turned his focus to you. “Father, may I go out to get some fresh air?” you asked, trying not to sound like you were begging to get away from this. “Ah, jealous of Lady Yaoyorozu dancing with The Prince I see! Don’t worry child you’ll get your turn.” he laughed and you wanted to yell at him so bad. Holding back you smiled. “Yes, a little. But really father, may I go?” you asked again and he nodded. “Be sure to come back right away though. Maybe you’ll get to dance with The Prince later on!!”.

Not replying to your father you walked away from the ballroom, just wanting to get away from it all. Just for a little bit. You wondered if you should go to the balcony knowing it would make you feel worse. But you went anyway. Opening the doors and being greeted with the cold breeze again. You sighed and closed the gigantic doors. “Oh, hello.” somebody greeted and you flinched. Swiftly turning your head to see who it was. It was The Princess, Todoroki Fuyumi. Your eyes widened as you laid eyes on her.

Beautiful white hair with strands of red within them, a shade of gray for her eyes. She looked magical. As if you were wandering through a forest and found a mythical creature. You stuttered, knowing you had to greet her but not finding the courage to move. “A-Are you alright? You seem quite startled..” she commented. “S-Sorry! Your majesty!!” you sputtered and curtsied as gracefully as you could. Something was wrong with you today. She jumped, a bit surprised and laughed at the sudden movement “It’s alright. I’d be startled as well. No need for the formalities.” she said kindly.

You blushed, embarrassed that you were so nervous in front of The Princess. “Please, lift your head up.” she requested, and you hesitantly lifted your head up to find her in front of you lending a hand. You gulped but took it, why is everyone’s hands so soft? She leaded you to the railing and you both gazed on the garden. “Uhm..Your Majesty.” you started. “Please, just call me Fuyumi. I really don’t mind.” she chuckled. “Oh..Okay..Well then..Princess Fuyumi uhm..” you mumbled. “Why are you here? The only people I’ve really seen at the party is The King and The Prince..Aren’t you and The other Prince supposed to attend as well…?” you asked.

She sighed and looked at the fountain, rather sadly. “Oh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ask such a personal question!!” you exclaimed and she jumped, startled, again. “No no it’s okay! It’s just..” she stopped. Smiling sadly. "It’s a bit private..But I’m here because the party just seemed..A bit tense to me.” she sighed again and you nodded. “What about you? Oh I’m sorry I haven’t even asked for your name!” Fuyumi smiled. “Oh..I just wanted some fresh air haha it seems a little crowded in there.” you stated. Fuyumil laughed, a soft and gentle laugh. “It is expected, since we don’t throw parties much, and..Since Shoto is to look for a bride…” her gaze softened and she frowned.

“is..The Prince not fond of the idea of marriage?” you said out loud, not really realizing you did. Fuyumi’s eyebrows lifted and before you could apologize she spoke. “Well, not really. I truly do believe he wants a family as much as the next person. The thing is..It’s chosen by father.” she explained and you shut up. “He has expressed how he doesn’t want to be engaged just yet and wants to marry who he wants. But of course, Father won’t allow it.” she bit her lip and clenched her fist a bit. “Father wants Shoto to rule the kingdom, so I’m not surprised that he’s already searching for a suitable bride.” she turned to you and saw your worried expression. Laughing she brushed It off. “Apologies, I did not mean to say so much.” she waved her hand a little. “No it’s alright! I’m a bit glad you told me, at least now I understand why The Prince was acting that way.” Fuyumi hummed and rested her cheek on her hand. “Now you still haven’t told me your name…” your eyes widened as you realized you still haven’t told her. “Oh- Sorry! It’s L/N..”

Fuyumi smiled. “L/N Y/N..I believe I’ve heard of you before.” she said. Your eyes widened in surprise that she knew your first name. “Y/N…A lovely name.” she complimented and you blushed. “T-Thank you, Princess Fuyumi.” you thanked her. Fuyumi looked at the doors leading to the party. “How about I introduce you to my brother? I’m sure you two would be good friends.” your heart stopped, and not in the good way that you liked. As you looked at the door sadly as well. Fuyumi noticed and it clicked. “Oh..Oh my I’m sorry I didn’t realize..” you shook your head. “No it’s alright. I should get used to it.” you let out a breathy laugh.

The lady with hair as white as now frowned. “Do you not want to get married as well?” she asked. You rested your arms on the railings. Looking at the statue of the two girls that Yaoyorozu had mentioned. “I’m not sure. I feel like I do want to get married. Spending my whole life with someone who makes me truly happy sounds delightful but..” you looked downcast and you felt your heart sink. “But..?” Fuyumi repeated. You sighed, “But…I can’t imagine myself getting married to anyone…Whenever I do it just..Doesn’t feel right..” Fuyumi hummed. “Maybe you haven’t found the right person yet.” she encouraged. Images of Yaoyorozu then filled your thoughts and you closed your eyes. “Maybe.” is all you said.

The Princess took your hand and your eyes shot open. “Do you wanna go back inside? We can even go together!” she encouraged. You smiled at her optimism. Although you didn’t really feel prepared, you felt a bit safe around her. She was The Princess. And if this would help you clear your thoughts a little, why not. So you decided to go. Fuyumi closed the doors and walked with you then she locked her arms with yours. Making your cheeks flush red. Yet you replicated the gesture and tried to regain your composure. Arm in arm you both entered the party. As you did you felt the stares of the other party guests and the small whispers that came along with it. You gulped but that only made The Princess’ grip a bit tighter, as if reassuring you that you’ll be okay.

The gesture helped you relax a bit. “Are you okay with talking to other guests right now?” she asked. You were confused as to why she wanted to talk to other guests with you but you nodded. As long as she was there and led the conversation you should be fine. Fuyumi leaded you around the ballroom talking to many other guests, introducing you to new people. It helped you take your mind off of things for a bit, but you still wondered where Yaoyorozu was. You chatted with more and more people. And you felt quite busy.

It was nearly the end of the ball, maybe a few minutes until it would end. As you were listening to a story that one of Fuyumi’s friends was telling, The Princess tapped her shoulder. “Is it okay if I steal Y/N for a moment?” hearing your first name come from Fuyumi’s mouth was a bit shocking, even though she was referring to you as such the entire time. The girl agreed and Fuyumi stole you away from her. Locking arms with you and taking you to where The King was. “P-Princess Fuyumi, where are we going..?” you asked even though you were fully aware of where you were going.

“To my father, I want to introduce you to him.” she said happily and you grimaced. The King seemed to notice his daughter walking over to him and turned his focus to the two of you, dismissing whoever he was talking to. Fuyumi smiled sweetly at her father, even though he did not return it. “Good evening Father.” she greeted and the two of you curtsied at the same time. Lifting your heads up at the same time as well, only she was looking directly at her father while you looked the other way. She locked arms with you once more. “I wanted to introduce you to a friend, Lady L/N Y/N.” she said, as if this was the first time you two met. You sighed but smiled up at the giant man. “It is an honor to see you again, My King.”

The King huffed, “It is good to see you too.” Fuyumi looked between the two of you. “Ah! You two have already met...I see. My apologies then, Father.” she said nervously. “I don’t mind.” he said, noticing you two locking arms. “You’ve become quite close I take it.” he commented, he was probably expecting you to answer since he was looking directly at you. “Yes Your Majesty, I believe me and Princess Fuyumi have become quite close.” King Todoroki glared a bit at Fuyumi, and while that sent a shiver down both of your spines Fuyumi seemed to be less afraid. “Why is she calling you by your first name?” he asked, a bit annoyed. “I asked her to, Father. Don’t get mad at her.” she said in a clear voice. They stared at each other for a few moments until it seemed as If he let it go.

Another guest approached the three of you and Fuyumi asked to be excused. Her Father agreed and she dragged you away. “That went well.” Fuyumi happily spoke. “Are you kidding? I felt like he was going to kill me just by his stare!” you whisper shouted. “Father can..Be quite..Aggressive..B-But I’m sure he means well!” Fuyumi tried to reassure you. But you weren’t sure if it was helping. “I want to see your father before the night ends and tell him how wonderful you are haha!” You blushed at the compliment. Why do you keep blushing. “Fuyumi why are you doing this for me?” you asked, laughing a bit at what she had said. Fuyumi looked directly at you for a moment before speaking. As if she was thinking of what to say. “Because, you seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you better.” she smiled. You felt a bit relieved for some reason.

Looking around the ballroom you searched for your father with Fuyumi, but couldn’t find him. And then the clock had struck and King Todoroku had given his closing speech. The ball was coming to an end. As guests bid each other goodbye you and Fuyumi wondered where your father was. “Oh goodness, where is your father?” she said in between bidding her guests. “I don’t know…” “Lady L/N…?”

You swiftly turned your head to see Yaoyorozu walking towards you in all her glory. “A-Ah, Lady Yaoyorozu.” you let go of Fuyumi’s arm and walked to her. “What are you doing here Lady Yaoyorozu? Where is your Father?” you asked her in concern. “I was looking for you. I wanted to say goodbye before I had to go. I thought you would’ve went with your Father by now but he was waiting outside..” she said. So that’s where he was. “Oh alright. Thank you then!” you smiled. “Princess Fuyumi! I know where my father is!” you called out. She turned her head and bowed quickly to the person she was talking to and ran over to you.

“P-Princess?” Yaoyorozu stuttered. “Princess Todoroki! Your higness! It is an honor to finally meet you!” Yaoyorozu quickly curtsied. ‘Cute.’ you thought. “It is an honor to meet you too, Lady Yaoyorozu.” Fuyumi smiled. “Now Y/N, let’s get you to your father, I want to see you off! Lady Yaoyorozu please do tag a long!” Fuyumi offered. Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened looking between you and Fuyumi.Her brows furrowed for a moment before she loosened up, she seemed to have brush off whatever she was thinking. “Of course, Your Majesty!” she said, her voice calm this time. Fuyumi walked, a hand on your shoulder and Yaoyorozu followed, walking beside you as well.

You looked down at Yaoyorozu’s hand wanting to hold it until. “Y/N! There you are.” your father’s voice boomed through the room. Your father bowed before Princess Fuyumi and he thanked her for keeping you company. While he did Yaoyorozu quickly leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’ll write a letter to you when I get home. It was nice spending some time with you, Y/N.” she said, before walking away to her father. You blushed at her saying your first name and you felt dizzy, in a good way..? “Y/N? What’s wrong? You seem red..!” Fuyumi spoke and you laughed. “W-What? O-OH! Sorry!! haha..” you exclaimed looking back at the direction Yaoyorozu walked away from. Fuyumi looked at where you were looking and she was still confused. She hugged you anyways and you returned the gesture, feeling like you were about to ascend into heaven at any moment. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N!” she smiled and let go. Bidding your Father goodbye before running off to the hall,a couple of guards following her on the way.

“Y/N, let’s go. Your mother would want to hear all about what happened.” he laughed, taking your hand and guiding you through the halls. Guards following behind you. “She sure will.” you agreed. Already knowing that you will be bombarded with questions when you get home. “So, did you have fun tonight? You must be sad that you didn’t get to dance with The Prince.” he said. You looked up at him, and thought about everything that happened. “I had fun today, Father. My rival is quite lovely.” Your father raised a brow, “You do know you will have to fight each other dear.” you shrugged. “She’s my friend papa, I can tell that that won’t come between us.”

#yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu momo x reader #yaoyorozu x you #yaoyorozu x self insert

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seulbby · 4 years ago

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until forever falls apart

╰┈➤ in which y/n has to figure out life without harry, and harry has never felt this way before.

╰┈➤ part two to someone you loved

⧖ harry styles x fem!reader

⧖ warnings: swearing angst, toxicity, reader is bi and if you have a problem with that: cry abt it i couldn't care less :), talks of anxiety (if that bothers you read something else i have written or request something!)

⧖ a/n: if you want, listen to the following songs while reading: me and my husband by mitski, as the world caves in by matt maltese, moral of the story by ashe! thank you!

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4 days after the breakup

y/n and harry. the perfect couple. that's what people pictured when they heard their names. they were seen as the perfect couple by everyone. it was a reality, until it wasn't.

every couple has their fair share of fights. it's unhealthy if you bottle anything up. y/n and harry didn't argue often, every once in a while. when harry was being to narcissistic or when y/n put her career first. it was perfectly fine. until harry had enough y/n guessed.

y/n had no idea what lead to the downfall of their relationship. they had been together for so long. y/n planned out their life together. growing old together. starting a family wasn't in the stars for y/n, she didn't not like kids, but couldn't see herself being a mom. that was the only thing that was stopping her from literally getting on one knee and proposing to harry on their third date. he's always wanted kids.

y/n thinks that this might be a blessing in disguise. they won't that unfathomable talk, "it's not you, it's me". she wouldn't be able to bear it.

as she was lost in thought, she heard a knock at the door. y/n was confused. after the fight/breakup with harry she got on a flight to new york and was staying at her apartment there, and no one knew she was here besides her mom. when she looked through the peephole she was sort of relieved, sort of not. she didn't want to see anyone, but if she had to she was glad it was her best friend.

when y/n opened the door, lily walked. lily has been her best friend since she was little. their moms were best friends forever also, so it was in the cards for them. she likes having lily by her side because she knows how the whole 'celebrity' thing works, being an actress and johnny depp and vanessa paradis' child.

so yes, y/n is getting better she supposes.

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harry was having the time of his life. he can finally be with this mistress out in the open like he's always wanted. he keeps getting questioned on where y/n is and what happened to their relationship. which he has been ignoring. along with his friends calls wondering what also happened with the relationship.

harry has always been a private guy, so his fans, y/n's fans, and the media were confused on why he was being so open with his new relationship.

he was having the time of his life being free, or so he thought. after 4 or so days after the break up, he started to feel alone. yes, he had his mistress, fallon was it? but harry has never felt so alone sitting in his room in the house they shared. he knows it’s his fault. of course it is. he drove her away without a second thought because he wanted to sleep with other people. and he got the chance, it didn’t feel right to him. no one was better for him then y/n. now he realizes it. and now he doesn’t even know where she is and how he would fix this.

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2 months later

y/n was feeling good. she’s back to work and is filming her new marvel disney+ series, nyx, about the greek goddess of the night. she’s back with hanging out with her friends again, and she’s done a few photoshoots for some campaigns and magazines. some say she’s doing the best she ever has been.

she hasn’t. y/n is missing something. she can feel her heart beating out of her chest and can feel her fingers get shaky. she also is religiously redecorating her new york apartment, something she does to cope with these new found things that are happening to her.

so after a night of redecorating her living room because she got a new throw pillow, she sees someone is calling her. it’s an unknown number.

she picks up, “hello this is y/n. who’s this?”. shes used to getting calls from random numbers, from getting callbacks to prank calls. so this is nothing new. “y/n? it’s- it’s harry lovie” thats when she can literally feel her heart trying to get out of her chest.

“harry? why are calling me it’s 2 in the morning” well, it is for her, its eleven for him.

“are you in new york? it’s eleven here.” that’s when she knew she fucked up. she didn’t want harry to know where she was, incase he wanted to plead his case (which was highly unlikely) or so she thought.

“im working on a project here. again why are you calling?” she knows she’s being mean, but he cheated in her so. karma.

“i wanted to talk. i know it’s late for you so i'll let you go” y/n wants to badly to hang up. to act like he never called, but that void in her chest is filling so she continues on with the call.

“okay, talk then” she wants to see what he has to say.

“okay fuck. i miss you. and i know this might sound utter bullshit. but i do. not like i ever have. i can’t do certain things because we used to do them together. i still can’t even sleep on your side of the fucking bed. that makes me sound like a pathetic idiot but it doesn’t matter. i’m sorry. i hurt you in the worst way, and i will hate myself everyday for it. i need you like i never needed you before. this is probably the hardest thing i’ve ever had to so because i hate saying i am wrong. but if it means getting to wakeup with you, and see you everyday that it’s worth it” after harry was finished with spiel. y/n is shocked. this wasn’t exactly what she was expecting.

she’s silent for a moment. “lovie, are you there?” harry asks. of course im still fucking here she thinks.

“i don’t know what you want me to say” y/n, in the first time in her entire life, it rendered speechless. “you cheat on me, tell me you no longer love me, and then call me two months later saying you miss me? your making no sense”

“i know lovie. i’ve been trying to figure out a way to say it the best i could but i got tired of waiting.” y/n is tired. she’s so tired and wants to go to bed until january.

“i have to go.” and with that she hangs up.

#harry styles angst #harry styles x you #Harry Styles #harry styles x y/n #oneshot #harry styles one shot #angst #fluff #fanfiction

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artaelyn · 3 years ago

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it's been so long since i watched umbrella academy but ya know that one scene where 5 just like kills everyone in the commission while that upbeat song plays??? anyways i love that scene, it was so much fun to watch!! any scenes you that you wanna talk about?? (o ^▽^)o☆

HHSJSHSKSNSKSNSM that scene was funny ngl. I love all the scenes with upbeat music that does not match what is happening. And yes!! Aaaaah my favorite scene through all the show is when Luther, Vanya, Allison, Diego, and Klaus are all dancing in their own ways. Like, it’s so nice seeing how unique each of them is!! It makes it feel so much more real or something. And I love how Diego goes through the trouble of making sure no one walks in on him ( honestly I’d have to do the same lol)

OHH there’s so much I wanna talk about!! Mmm. I love Diego's relationship with their mom. It’s just great, it makes me so happy they have a special bond!! Oh oh oh and that part where Diego offers to give some of his blood to Allison and acts all tough about it but then passes out immediately when he sees the needle. That is the moment I decided he’s my favorite lol

I’m scattered everywhere but!! Agnes and Hazel!! They deserve all the happiness ever!! (And I’m glad they got to spend a good amount of time together). I’m also glad Hazel and Cha-Cha stopped wearing those creepy bear and bunny mask things. GAHHH THERES SO MUCH I WANNA SAY!! Uhm! When they go into the past!! Allison's husband! I forget his name but I’m SO happy they found each other!!!

OH OH! Dave!!! Dave and Klaus!! MADE ME CRY!!! I’m very upset about what happened to Dave. He was so great! I wish he and Klaus got to spend more time together. SPEAKING OF KLAUS! he and Diego also have a fun dynamic! I love them hehe

Delores. She unsettles me. I don’t like that whole thing with Five and Delores, but I feel like it was kinda a Calvin and Hobbes thing where only the one person sees the inanimate object as a living being which makes it.. slightly less weird? I think? I don’t know why that was a Segway for my brain to start talking about the weird lady with issues. The one with the white hair that kinda looks like someone from Wonderland or 101 Dalmatians or something. I do not like her. She swallowed a fish. Also has no boundaries when it comes to privacy in the bathroom. Don’t get me STARTED on her job-

KLAUUUSSSSSS Klaus the beloved!! :( he just makes me sad. I love him. So does my mom. I just want him to be happy. I want him to have Dave back in his life. :((( but also he’s very funny and reminds me a bit of one of my irls now that I think about it!

Vanya. Hmm, well, I like her! Don’t get me wrong! But… hm. Also they changed the credits for Elliot Page! :D which I think is awesome! Allison is my favorite sister, sorry Vanya sjshsmsnsksh

Lutherrrrr! He makes me sad sometimes. He is just a sad guy. He deserved way better from their dad. Like honestly. He went to the moon for him and FOR WHAT? nothing! That’s what!! A distraction at most! A purpose or something!

Is this getting long? I can’t tell. ANYWAYS!

Ben!! Ben the beloved!! Ben my little ace man! Little baby man! Honestly, I just wanna hug him & hold him. I’m appointing myself role of human mom for these guys. Idc if they’re adults and I’m a teenager IM THEIR SECOND MOM NOW! BEN!! The flashback when he goes into that room saying “I didn’t sign up for this..” and comes out drenched in blood and just says “can we go home now?” HUG!! I HUG HIM!! Oh my gods he’s just adorable. Also funny! When Klaus was gambling or betting I don’t remember and he “calls upon the spirits” or something and Ben appears for a moment before saying something like “nah, I’m good” and disappearing again.

Allison's so pretty. And tragic. THESE KIDS CAN NEVER CATCH A BREAK, CAN THEY!! I love her. She deserves better.

Mmm this is getting long but real quick before I stop writing, Five's smile. That unsettling one, y’know? Like, his innocent kid smile but really he’s old and sarcastic and it’s just hilarious. His comments and stuff- he’s really witty and funny. “That’s one badass stapler!” Is one of my favorite lines

AAAA I NEED TO STOP TYPING BUT POGO!! I love him as well!! Ok I should seriously stop now.

MMM thank you so much for the ask!! :D

CRAP I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE MUSIC!! THE MUSIC IS AMAZING LIKE ACTUALLY!! Ok ok I’m done now byeeee

#thanks for the ask!#Rena the beloved #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy spoilers #probably somewhere in there #idk #THANKS AGAIN!! :D

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davidpastrsnack · 3 years ago

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buckle up besties, roommate anon is about to make you literally cry with this recap

(1) ok so. tyler’s family were scary but they ended up being so nice. when we first got there his brother asked me how much tyler paid me to be there 💀 tyler nudged him and said knock it off. then his brother said “well tyler, glad youre finally bringing a girl home” and his mom had come in just then. and scolded ty’s brother lol. his sister just said hi from the couch and ty went up to her and whispered something. and then they did a handshake which was so cute 🥺 i asked ty’s mom if she needed help with dinner. she took me up on that. it was nice talking to her. she was really sweet. we talked and even got to joking around. so thats good. ty’s dad came home in the meantime and said hi. he talked to me a bit too. ty’s sister was still a bit standoff-ish at dinner. she wasnt mean. just didnt really interact with me. she was the hardest to win over. but she did compliment my outfit. i appreciated that i changed three times she mentioned she needed new clothes for when school starts. i told her if she needed a shopping buddy to let me know. and she was like “really? can we go tomorrow?” and i looked at ty bc i had no clue what he had planned. and he sighed and was like “well i had plans to show her around tomorrow” and i gave him a look and he goes “but i guess we can do that after you guys get back” so next day i woke up before ty and got ready. then just sat there until he was up bc i was too scared to go downstairs alone lol. when we did go it was just his parents awake. his mom had me sit with them while ty made coffees lol. his mom told me they enjoyed having me here. and that tyler hasnt brought a girl over since his hs gf. who wasnt allowed to spend the night lol. and she told me he seemed really happy and…in l-word with me 🙈🙈🙈 oh and she said to not pay too much attention to his sister’s behavior bc she’s just jealous she’s not getting all of ty’s attention lmao. then later i took his sister shopping. we found a pair of earrings we both thought were cute so i bought myself and her a pair. she was really thankful and sweet. we ended up talking and she warmed up to me. especially when i said “you know youre just as amazing as tyler says” and she was like “what?” and i said “he talks about you all the time. i was really excited to meet you because he always says youre his best friend” i think she started to like me more after that. idk i tried to show her that im not stealing her brother from her lol. oh and me and her talked about boys and she mentioned this one guy. i was like oh is he cute and she blushed. i go omg do you have a crush on him. she was so red and told me i couldnt tell ty lol. when we got back though, ty’s brother had friends over. they were asking his sister who her friend was. she rolled her eyes lol. so sassy. then they were introducing themselves to me and ty’s brother was like “she’s not interested. she’s in college and is my brother’s girlfriend” i had to hold myself back from laughing that im in college came first and then ty’s gf. but in their introductions i learned that the boy ty’s sister has a crush on is her brother’s friend 🙈 oh girl. i gave her a look. she ran upstairs to put her stuff away lol.

(2) oh and during all this ty was at the store bc his mom sent him to run errands lol. so i chilled with her. helped her get some stuff ready since we were doing a cookout for dinner that night. ty finally came back. his mom shooed us out of the kitchen and told us to go have fun and then when we were putting on our shoes to go she yells “not too much fun though” 🙈 ty’s brother and his friends were snickering. high schoolers smh 🙈 so ty drove us and showed me around. it was fun. it was cute hearing his stories and memories and seeing how excited he got at some things. tbh i think i was giving him heart eyes more than i was looking around 🙈🙈 idk if i can explain it. just seeing him in his element. and a whole new level of relaxed and at home and domestic. idk. maybe youll get it 🙈 he also asked me how shopping with his sister went. so i told him about that minus her crush i aint a snitch. and i told him about his brothers comment lol. he goes “he’s so ridiculous he literally told his friend there was gonna be a college girl at his house. and he told me that you were too hot for me” that one made me giggle. ty said he smacked his brother for that one lol. i said “well i think you’re too hot for me. i mean look at you” he said “what the fuck are you talking about. i’m the luckiest guy in the world for managing to snag you” which 🥺🥺🥺 he was driving so i leaned over and kissed his cheek. bc it was so cute. and kate🙈🙈🙈 bestie 🙈🙈🙈 im only telling you this (and my other anon friends) bc i trust you guys. i havent told anyone else 🙈 but… i was really close to saying the three words to him 🙈🙈 really really close. but i got scared 🙈 it feels too soon. or that maybe its just in my head bc of what his mom said. idk.

(3) i maybe repeated some of this bc i forgot where i left off. we drove around some more. parked and walked around at a few stops. i maybe asked him about his hs gf 🙈 he said they werent really compatible and she was nice but they were better as friends and dated more bc of the pressure of dating. he was very open and honest about it though and that just made me more 🥺 we went to a park with a really nice overlook. then you have to walk through a forest and theres another more secluded one. we were going to kiss but i said “did you take all the girls here” and he said “no, i actually only ever came here alone. youre the only one” and i gave him a 🥺 look. he was a little pink. and i really really wanted to say it again 🙈 but i just kissed him instead. and then we made out 🙈🙈 for a decent amount of time actually. it felt like we were the ones in hs lol. then we were gonna go back. but our lips were a little swollen and red 🙈 so we went to get ice cream instead. then we went back to ty’s. his brother made a comment about us being gone for a while and was smirking. ty flicked him😭 oh and omg kate this was so cute 🥺 so they have these really cute lights in their backyard. his mom is super trendy lol. and they had music playing the whole time. eventually everyone went inside. they refused to let me help bc i had helped enough. i told ty i wanted to sit outside some more. it was so cute out there. the music was playing softly and i was cuddled up with ty and wearing his sweatshirt. it was a good vibe and i wanted to enjoy it.

(4) so we were sitting there quietly. he was just rubbing my shoulder with his thumb since his arm was around my shoulders. and then omg kate 🙈 this is so cheesy 🙈 thinking out loud by ed sheeran came on. ty got up and held his hand out. and asked “dance with me?” i had the biggest grin on my face and nodded. so we danced in his backyard 🙈 just like swayed back and forth nothing fancy. he was spinning me around and i was laughing. eventually we weren’t even dancing just laughing and swaying and trying to get each other to spin 🙈🙈🙈 until he finally pulled me in and we swayed again. i really almost said it again 🙈 but then he leaned down and kissed me. it was soft and sweet. we didnt stay out too long after that. but then we got ready for bed and stuff and he ran downstairs bc his brother used his phone charger and left it downstairs. and when he came back up he was so red. and i was like “are you good? did you just run a marathon or something?” and he flopped down on the bed next to me and groaned. he goes “my whole family saw that” and i said “saw what” and he goes “us dancing and the kiss. i just got hardcore roasted” and then i was like “oh” and he goes “my mom and sister think were adorable. my dad said i need to learn how to dance” which made me laugh. and then he goes “my brother told me my kissing game was weak and my mom glared at him and said it was respectful, which is how you should treat girls.” i hid my face in his chest and said ty this is so embarrassing. he said “your fault for laughing so hard it got their attention” but he said it jokingly lol. i said “maybe take your dads advice and learn to dance so i dont have to laugh” which made him laugh and squeeze my side. that made me squeal and i go oh no that was so loud. tyler was cracking up. but then he got serious and told me he was glad i was getting along with his family 🥺 he told me i fit with them well and that hes glad i was able to bond with his siblings, especially his sister 🥺🥺🥺

(4? 5? fuck i forgot again) and then today i woke up first before anyone else. so i threw on tyler’s sweatshirt and went and sat outside again. just enjoyed the morning. ty’s mom came out and asked me how i slept and all that. then told me she saw us two dancing last night. and she told me her son was clearly in l-word with me and then she smirked over her coffee mug and said “i think the feelings mutual” and took a sip of her drink. SHES SUCH A SAVAGE 🙈🙈🙈 i took a sip of my coffee just so i didnt have to respond and i could feel my whole face was on fire. but then she goes “you two are really sweet and im glad you make him so happy” and i said “he makes me happy too. you raised a great guy” and she smiled at me. then she told me stories about her and her husband meeting and stuff. and also about raising tyler. then his dad came out and brought breakfast. he also added in some stories. oh and his mom asked for my number and she sent me a few pictures she took of me and ty when we were sitting outside and when we were dancing 🙈🙈 idk how neither of us noticed them watching us through the window. but the pictures were cute. ty and his brother came downstairs and also ate with us. then ty and i went on a walk around their neighborhood which was nice and peaceful. when we got back we chilled with his family some more. his sister was awake too and asked me to help her with makeup. so we went to her room. and she was like “you and my brother are cute” 🥺 and she goes “that kiss was like a movie kiss” and i blushed 🙈 she told me how she hasnt had her first kiss and asked me about mine and stuff. it was kinda cute that she trusted me to like ask questions and be open. she was more open about her crush too and told me how he talked to her yesterday and gushed about how cute he was. i just let her go with it lol. and then she told me it was nice having a girl to talk to like a sister bc she cant talk to her brothers about that stuff 🥺🥺 so i told her if she ever wanted to talk she could reach out to me. so now she follows me on insta and has my number lol. then we sat with the fam again and had lunch and then it was time for ty and i to leave. everyone in his family gave me a hug 🥺 and they told me i should visit again 🥺 so it started off really scary but his family dynamic is so cute and they were all nice.

#i will scream in the tags #BUT I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAT #IM SPEECHLESS #first of all as someone who is the judgemental younger sister lol she was def just warming up to you #but you guys went shopping together🥺#IM WEAK SHES IN COLLEGE CAME FIRST💀#but omg tys sister not the brother’s friend but that’s so sweet that she talked to you about her crush🥺#AWWW OMG DRIVING AROUND THATS SO CUTE #AND BITCH IM SCREAMING FOR YOU #ITS SO SCARY BUT ALSO WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW👀#awww omg you guys are so cute #YOU GUYS DANCED OUTSIDE UNDER THE LIGHTS #HELLO THATS ACTUALLY A MOVIE #and they saw you omg😭#GIRL HE IS IN L WORD WITH YOU #BAHAHAH AND SHE CALLED YOU TF OUT #omg stop the way she trusts you so much already #i’m so so so happy you had a good time #IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU #and i’m def missing stuff in these tags but it was hard to form a coherent thought after reading this all #roommate anon

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reineyday · 4 years ago

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some feelings abt touya and bnha 302 in general! (long post)

jesus this whooooole chapter makes me so so so sad for touya, like he's canonically a crier and i just have all these images now of him crying off to the side while enji looks at his other kids and gives them the time of day. knowing that he was/is a frustrated crier makes the fact that dabi cant cry cuz of his burned tear ducts that much sadder ohhman

one of the things i cant get over is how touya was SO shunned by his dad that when he went to go tell enji about his fire turning from red to blue, he says "i might be as awesome as shouto sooner or later!" like?? this boy is 13 and shouto is 5 yet he's talking like the brother that's eight years younger than him is better than him and thar it's just a fact. the sky is blue, enji wants to beat all might one day, and shouto is better than the rest of his siblings. nevermind that he's only five and just wants to play with his siblings (and dont even mention to me how shouto says he wants to play with "touya and them" cuz im gonna fucking cry abt it. like even though touya's accepted he's bottom of the ladder in this family, shouto clearly wants some sort of acknowledgement from his older siblings and especially his older brother. IM FVCKN SOBBN). enji has made it clear in this family that shouto was what he was looking for and everyone else is not as important, and i knew this from shouto's pov but it's kinda wild to see it implied so casually in touya's words.

"you'll be glad you created me! i just know it!" HOLY SHIT. god my heart. oh my fuck. literally all enji had to do was show up to the fucking mountain, and he couldnt even do that? what the hell?? your son asks you to go to the mountain, you tell your wife not to let him go traim but she said she couldnt stop him, and instead of going yourself to make sure he's okay and BECAUSE HE ASKED YOU TO COME (and with an actually valid reason, no less! fire changing colour is kind of a big fucking deal!!!) you just?? let him go and let him stay there??? my god the amount of times touya must have burned himself and the trees with tears in his eyes. ahhhHHH!!!

what kills me (and touya too soon?) was that we thought before the back story started that enji forced touya to train till he burned up. then when 290 came out--and definitely after 301--we thought maybe touya overtrained himself and burned up. and sure, he was definitely overtraining, but to find out that the burns that "killed" him started just bc he was crying so much he lost control and didnt know how to ease up on his flames? he was upset and literally trying to get himself to stop crying, and then he just set himself aflame and burned up cuz of all his emotions??? that HURTS. holy fuck.

i cant believe natsuo's feeling lowkey guilty for not socking enji in the face like he wasnt EIGHT???? and let's be real, enji woukdnt have fucking listened to natsuo telling him to talk to touya--he already wasnt listening when touya would straight up say "look at me" and when even rei said touya just wanted enji to look at him and notice him. listen, i know sometimes miscommunications happen in families and children are embarrassed to admit they want attention and so their parents remain unaware that theyre not giving their kid something they want, but touya was as clear as can be on MANY occasions, and even rei agreed touya needed the attention and enji just wasnt listening.

also i know there was discourse abt touya being sexist by telling natsu that "the women in this house are good for nothing" and mb it was partly diff translations cuz i feel like saying "this house" makes it specific to rei and yumi instead of all women everywhere, but even disregarding that--i think it's a valid thought for him to have when rei wasnt standing up for him (where he could see, at least) and yumi admitted herself that she was too scared to interfere and so just tried to fix things and keep appearances. i feel like based on what touya's seen from them, it makes sense that he has that opinion. (also gonna mention that i think rei's and yumi's choices also make sense and i think they were valid, seeing as how they were afraid as well.)

and poor natsu being woken up in the middle of the night (what was implied to be often enough, esp cuz it seemed they share a room and their futons are close) bc of touya's pain. that's a lot of emotional responsibility for an eight year old, and it is also so sad that at 13, touya didnt have anyone else to turn to but his kid brother. at 13, i remember being fully aware of the distinction in maturity between an 8 year old and myself, and it sucks that touya couldnt go to anyone but a younger child with all his pain. i bet yumi being too scared to interfere translated to touya as "she wouldnt help me" and thats another reason he didnt go to the 2nd oldest when he needed to vent. (also not related to this but how the FUCK was natsuo so tall at 8 years old? wh a t)

this chapter. this fucking chapter. my heart aches for touya, and it's just such a huge fucking shame he didnt get the attention and validation and support he needed. there must have been workarounds so that touya could safely use his quirk. there weere DEFINITELY better ways to support your son through a self-destructive quirk, ways that involved actually being there and seeing him. i feel like if someone showed him the attention he needed and talked him through how to better control his emotions (and by extension, his flames) and a positive and healthy way, he could have been someone so great. and if he ever learned how to set aside the way he felt infefior to shouto and saw that shouto just wanted to play with his cool older siblings, it might have been really beneficial to see that there was someone there who thinks he's cool and gave him attention just bc he was an older brother, who needed him when everyone else in the househild didnt seem to need him.

and lastly, the fact that the chapter ends with rei saying that shouto is the family hero and that shouto will have to face dabi?? and it makes me angry that shouto has to take on that responsibility. that he was five and suffering for things he wasnt even a part of, couldnt be properly aware of, bc he was so young. he just saw that he was separated from his siblings and that his dad bullied his mom, then grew up shouldering enji's heavy goals and high expectations and abusive training alongside the barely-there memories of his older brother who died (i say barely there bc if natsu didnt even know shouto liked cold soba, shouto was definitely not around enough to have solid memories of touya before he "died"), and now he has to do the emotional labour of fighting his villain brother (who i bet shouto lowkey empathizes with when he thinks abt it late at night) as well as suffer the physical consequences of that agni kai. and it makes me angry that he has to do that, bc he's a Good Guy and he probably feels he has some sort of filial and familial responsibility. he's only 16. he just wanted to play with touya and them, and now he has to deal with this horse shit dabi's causing cuz his dad's an emotionally neglecting asshat who couldnt see past his dumb fucking ego until he saw shouto play with a bunch of kids during shou's remedial exam a decade after his eldest son burned himself to death. what the fuckety fuck.

lastly, since we saw touya burn uo the way he did... did he really just like... burn so much his jaw fell off, and that's how they found the jawbone? cuz holy hot (BURNING too soon???) damn that must have been painful as all hell. i wonder if next chapter we get to see if someone found touya at the park and helped him out and sorted out the jaw bone thing, or if we finally get to see if deku wakes up lol.

anyways this chapter hurt my heart big time, and i kinda wanna draw kid touya crying while being overlooked by his family to let out some of those feelings but we'll see.

and i still stand by my idealistic and naively optimistic hope that dabi gets redeemed and they soend some actually time together as a family (without enji. or at least, with an enji that has apologized to touya in seiza. like, forehead-to-floor apologize.)

does this hope sort out how dabi redeems himself, seeing as how he's murdered people in cold blood and shouldnt be excused for that bc those actions are also inarguably terrible? no. not sure how he could redeem himself for that kinda stuff honestly, but it doesnt mean i dont still somehow want the todoroki sibs to get along, cuz im weak for mending families.

also id like to send a huge kudos out into the world to rei todoroki for being firm for once and for also not running away from her mistakes like her asshole husband has been. i really admire and respect that. she was afraid and being abused, but now that she's been away from enji and has had time to heal, now that her and shouto are in the mend and she's seen that her eldest son is alive and a villain, she's a place where she can acknowledge that even though she was a victim too, she played a part in touya's emotional neglect and she's taking responsibility and that speaks to some incredible fucking strength. damn.

i hope one day that dabi realizes the same in regards to his mother and natsuo, who shouldered a lot of his emotional pain and suffered the consequences of his outbursts (even though his emotions are valid and his outbursts understandable, he still hurt rei and put a lot of pressure on natsu), and i also hope he sees that for all that he hates his father, his whole existence revolves around enji and it's a shitty place to be (and then he'll have ANGST abt it and that shit will be!! so good!!!)

yeah i think those were all my feelings. i had so many lol. their family situation is so difficult, i hope they all turn out okay and alive and healing.

oh i guess i also wanted to say that i kept calling enji an asshat and asshole cuz he was for sure, but i still think his redemption is valid and im glad he's taking those steps to be a better person by being a better father. i dont know if id want his family to forgive him for all that horrible shit he put them through (im personally hoping that no matter what anyone else does, natsuo will choose to to cooperate in the healing of his family as a unit but will never forgive enji) but i think it's good of people to try to be better than they were yesterday regardless of whether or not they get forgiveness. i dont personally like enji, but i dont hate that he's getting a redemption. i just hope it's a redemption that makes sense and forces him to put in the work, and isnt something like a death sacrifice for shouto or dabi. i want him to be alive and i want his redemption process to hurt like a fucking bitch while he forces himself to make better choices and be a better person, cuz redemption isnt supposed to be easy in the slightest. i GUESS all the crying he did in 302 was a good start.

anyways, if for some reason you read all the way down to the bottom--hello! and thanks for reading haha. cheers! :)))

#rei rambles #bnha #bnha 302 #todorokis #todoroki touya

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Messy Summer (1)

~Ron and you are the first to arrive at the order hideout, taking a bedroom for yourselves for the summer, you both are like glue doing everything together, when the twins lock you into a room together things get a little to out of hand

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I felt sick to my stomach, thinking about Cedric, feeling horrible for Harry, how he had must be feeling. Laying in my bed since summer started unsure of what to do, thinking about connecting my friends, reaching out to someone or just keep my summer to myself, living my life.

“You’ve gotten a letter,” One of my mothers many house elves said walking into my room, I shot my head up looking at the little thing, carrying a thing letter in its hand.

“Thanks,” I leaned down taking the letter out of it’s hand and sitting up. “You can go,” The house elf left and I was left alone with a unknown letter in my hand.

Dear Sierra McFallen

You are recommended to stay at the Black house for the summer, if you accept a room will be awaiting for your arrival

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore

I rolled my eyes getting out of my bed, surprising not surprised that I had gotten invited to stay at a safe house for the summer.

I took out a quill and paper, quickly writing my acceptance letter, rolling it up and turning to my window.

“Please send this to the Black Residence,” I asked the owl that laid in the tree infront of my window, the black and white owl look my letter, flying off.

“Would you like me to tell your mother that you’ll be gone for the summer,” Micky, another notable house elf said, I turned around facing the little thing.

“You will tell my mother that I will be back soon, do not tell her where I am going, who I will be with, or anything relating to what I will be doing this summer, is that clear,” I walked over to my closet, tossing them into a open suitcase on my bed.

“Making sure there isn’t any loopholes I can run into,” Mickey said making me smile, I laughed facing him.

“Other house elves have found me a way to get into trouble, just making sure my mom won’t ever know what i’m doing,” My bag closed with a flick of my wrist and I turned around to face Micky. “Don’t give my mother such a hard time, just keep her on her toes and give her just a bit of trouble from me,” I winked opening up my window and crawling up.

“Stay safe now Master Sierra,” Micky called out as I jumped out of my room and down into the bushes, used to the fall since I had snuck out of my house more times then fingers of my hands.

“Will do!” I yelled out gripping my suitcase tight and started walking towards down, not minding the walk, since it was always a normal thing for me.

“What will this summer bring me now?” I whispered to myself, taking one more look at my house then turning around, I smirked taking a path into the woods. Twenty minutes passed and the town of London appeared in front of me coming out of the woods.

“Surprised to see you here,” I heard around me, my body turned unamused to dumbledore who came out of the forest. “It’s been safer here, I recommend you not contacting Harry Potter, since he’ll have his own issues to deal with this summer,”

“I’m not friends with any of these people, I won’t be talking to any of them,” The Slytherin in me was coming out but I pushed it back. “Thank you for inviting me,” Dumbledore nodded his head and I walked forward, watching the mansion appear infront of me. “Safe travels,” I said to Dumbledore, walking up the steps with him behind me.

“I’ve brought company,” Dumbledore called out as the two of us walked down the long hallway, I jumped at his voice but calmed as I door opened and two men walked out.

“Didn’t expect to see you two together,” I parked my lips walking forward, looking at my uncle, Remus who was my mother's brother, and then at Sirius who had watched me grow up. “Tell me mom i’m here yet?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Don’t plan on it, don’t think she would approve of her werewolf brother taking in her perfect daughter,” Remus winked messing up my hair. “Come on, i’ll make you something to eat,”

“Correnton, she wouldn’t approve of me stepping foot out of the house durnin the summer,” I chuckled sitting on the table. “Padfoot, how have you been?” I asked crossing my legs and looking at Sirius who sat down beside me.

“Pretty good, been snogging your uncle,” Sirius teased sticking his tongue out, I smile and rolled my eyes. “How have you been doing Rocky?”

“I haven’t been Rocky in years,” I smiled turning so my whole body was on the table. “Good, controlling mother, shittiy school year, everything is perfect,”

“Ha, I remember Rocky, your mother still doesn’t know does she?” Remus asked sitting in a chair, passing Sirius and I a plate of sandwiches.

“Are you kidding, she would kill me if she knew you guys helped me becoming a animagus,” I laughed picking up the sandwich and taking a bite.

“So how old are you now?” Sirius asked taking a bit of his sandwich, hardly chewing before swallowing.

“Just turned sixteen, year six of hogwarts here I come,” I sarcastically said rolling my eyes. “Can’t wait tell im out of there,”

“See, she gets it from me Remus, using my exact words when I went back for year six, it get tiring don’t you think,” Sirius chuckled finishing the last of his food.

“It can’t be that bad Sierra, DADA still your favorite class?” Remus asked finishing his food as well.

“Yeah actually, aced the werewolf test,” I smirked looking at Sirius who put his hand up the in air, we high fived each other laughing.

“Remus I think your sister and I might have had a affair, Rocky and I are like the same person,” Sirius laughed making me laugh.

The doorbell rang and Remus sat up from his chair. “I’ll be right back, and Sirius, it’s scary how actuare that is,”

“Are you my dad?” I laughed joking around jumping off the table and picking up the three plates and bringing them to the sink, letting the magic take care of it.

“Red hair, hammy down clothes and many people, must be the weasleys,” Sirius said jumping off the table. “My favorite people,” I laughed at Sirius sarcastic tone.

“Yeah you're telling me,” I rolled my eyes and followed Sirius out, standing beside him, watching the group of people walk into the house. “I have never talked to one of them you know,”

“Neither have I, but I know their mother hates my guts, I speak and she rolls her eyes,” Sirius whispered back at me.

“We have more guests,” Remus cheerfully said, everyone turned around and looked at Sirius and I standing together.

A plump woman walked over to us, looking at Sirius who annoyance then at me with a smile. “Molly Weasley,” She stuck out her hand.

“Sierra McFallen,” I shook her hand politely, wanting a first impression to me good. “You have a big family,”

“And not one have them have ever mentioned you, you go to hogwarts don’t you?” Molly asked letting go of her hand, a tall gingered man stood behind her, shooting me a smile.

“Yeah, i’ve never talked to the Weasley family before, but I guess your the first one,” I shrugged my shoulders not caring about first impressioned anymore, feeling annoyed.

“Well we’d be glad to meet you, enjoy the rest of your day dear,” Molly walked passed Sirius and I, followed by her husband. Remus was gladly talking to the kids infront of us.

“I think I might throw up,” Sirius whispered placing his hand on my shoulder. “How could someone be so cheerful and hateful at the same time,”

“First impressions Sirius, they’re always the fakest,” I whispered moving his hand off my shoulder and smiling, walking away and up the stairs, I stopped in the middle, looking down at the Weasley kids, one inportaicular one looked up at me, a freckled face boy who was almost taller than everyone around him.

He shot me a small smile, not remembering his first name for the life of me then continue my path up the stairs, towards my already claimed room.

“Boo!” A voice shouted as I swung my door opened, I closed my eyes for a second backing up in confusion, then opening them to see two twin boys standing infront of me.

“Why so glum chum?” One of them pipped up, I shook my head walking passed them and into my room.

“Get out of my room, if I don’t know you then you shouldn’t be in my room,” I mumbled opening my suitcase that was placed on my bed which I was grateful about and started tossing things all over, looking for my wand that was barried somewhere.

“Fred and George Weasley, now you know us,” One of the twins jumped on my bed looking at me with a smile. “I’m Fred for your information,”

“I thought I was Fred?” The other one said behind me, I whipping around looking at him. “George Weasley,” he smiled sticking his tongue out.

“Bet you couldn’t tell us apart,” Fred said jumping off my bed. “No one has ever been able to tell us apart, try,” I looked at the too unimpressed.

“Close your eyes,” George said and I did what I was told, placing my hands over my eyes frowning and annoyed.

“Okay, open them,”

I uncovered my eyes looking at the pair, to their matching shoes to their matching hair.

“Fred,” I pointed to the left. “George,” Potinging to the right.

The twins looked at eachother confused, then back at me.

“How did you know, you totally got lucky with those guesses,”

“No actually,” I walked forward to George and pressed my fingers against his neck. “You have a mole right here, not very noticable but I notice odd things,” I moved my fingers off Georges neck and turned to Fred who looked a me nervous.

My finger pointed to Fred's left eyebrow. “You have a scar, also not noticeable, but nice try, i’m not very hard to trick,” I winked turning back around to my bag, reaching in and looking for my wand.

“This girl scared me,” I heard one of the twins say, I let out a low chuckle and pointed to my door with my free hand.

#ron weasley #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasly x reader #ron weasley x slytherin reader #FredWeasley #GeorgeWeasley

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