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volimtem · 2 months ago

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Lucky.

pairing: nika mühl x fem!reader

ib anon / ask : a girl with headaches 24/7, could you do a teammate!reader x nika fic where r has a migraines but they have an event where they have to show up to? they manage to get out a bit early and nika just takes care of her

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟmusic reqs: wondering why by the red clay strays (country) or spring into summer by lizzy mcalpine ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ

drea speaks! — 1) for some reason I was getting 28 by Zach Bryan vibes, if anyone listens to country. 2) this is my first rec, i like to add context + give a story soo it’s not too straight to the point ☻

wc: 1.3k

LUCKY.

The fluorescent lights intensified the aches in your head.

“She’s going to chronically live with these migraines.” You heard the doctor tell your mom.

You were 8, you wish you had tuned that out like with most things. There was a comfort in the knowing, but it was also just a nagging reminder on how it’ll be never-ending.

— the present day —

“Ugh.” You groaned, Nika pulling you tighter into her embrace. She showered kisses along your shoulder, prying you awake. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice low and scratchy.

“My head hurts.”

Nika frowned, knowing how it was an inevitable mood changer for you, it set the rest of your day on a negative note.

“Do you still want to go to the ESPYs?” Her hands caressing your cheek.

“I mean we have to, don’t we?” Sass laced in the rhetorical question.

“I guess you’re right.” She sighed. “Anything I can do to help?” she perked, in hopes to better you in anyway possible. You knew of the lengths the brunette would go for you, it was no surprise.

You shifted onto your side to face the girl, giving her a warm smile. “No, but thank you. Y’know how lucky I am to have you? I love you so much.” You praised her.

“Hm. I think I forgot, a reminder would be nice.” She feigned her incompetence.

You rolled your eyes, but still fed into the girls silliness, “Well, I am the luckiest girl. The girlfriend to the Nika Mühl. Any girl would want to be in my position right now.”

“They would, wouldn’t they?” The Croatian added on, her ego amplifying with each compliment.

She laughed this off and squeezed you, imprinting chaste kisses all over your skin, trying not to be too rough since any movement could agitate your migraine.

While freshening up, Nika came to your shared bathroom to give you your pills and water.

She was sooo clingy today, maybe you should’ve faked the migraine episode.

Who was to complain? It was adorable.

She followed you everywhere; like a puppy on a string.

She wrapped her arms around your waist and watched you closely, seeing you attempt to do your makeup.

Your aches were making it the hardest thing to do at the moment.

Nika took notice in your frustration and grabbed the makeup brush from your hand, “Here. Turn around.” She told you.

“What?” You questioned her antics, confusion etched into your furrowed eyebrows.

“Turn around. I’ll do your makeup for you baby.”

She explained in a more soft voice.

“But-“, you tried to counter.

“No buts,” she interrupted. “You’re acting if I haven’t seen you do your makeup a thousand times, let me do this for you.”

You sighed, and complied with a confirming nod.

The point guard smiled and mouthed a ‘Thank you’.

As she did your makeup routine, you recieved endless compliments from your girlfriend.

“You’re so beautiful baby”, “Your lips look so kissable baby, let me kiss you”, “Your lashes are perfect.”, “How’d I get the prettiest girl in the world?”

“Stop.” you would reply. You didn’t want her to.

You weren’t one to accept compliments, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like how the affirming words fell from your lover’s lips.

She sealed the makeup routine with a soft kiss. And setting spray, of course.

The fragrant smell made your migraine symptoms even more sensitive, all your senses heightened, but you decided to keep a tough facade for the Croatian, along with your team, and coach, and everyone who you were representing; to be there tonight with your best smile.

— At the ESPYs —

The two of you made it to the event, Nika taking initiative in socializing for the both of you. You always admired how the girl knew when and how to step in for you.

To say the least, you were overstimulated. Your symptoms never waded and you were supposed to be giving a speech

, a small one, but a speech nonetheless— in front of hundreds of people.

“Hey, you okay?” Aaliyah asked you, noticing your faltering presence.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You sent her a weak smile, Nika shooting you a concerned look.

“Catch you later?” Nika directed to Aaliyah, in which she nodded.

“Are you okay?” Nika whispered in your ear, her hand placed on your mid back as she guided you somewhere more secluded.

You huffed. “I can’t— like I’m serious. I feel like I’m gonna pass out or something. This feels worse than my fucking period cramps.”

“Are you even feeling comfortable to do your speech?” She asked, really considering the fact to pick you up and take you home to rest. by force— which is completely valid with how stubborn you are, The Croatian really rubs off on you in that sense.

“Well, no. But I can’t let down everyone I’m representing, and those who are here supporting me.” You told the girl. You were one of the nominees for the Best Comeback- Athlete award

It was a big night.

A Big night for you both.

“Okay then. You’re doing your speech and then we’re leaving.” Nika said.

“But-“

“No buts, we’re leaving. I’m sure they can find another way to give you the award, which you will be winning. You just won’t be here for it.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

There was no point in arguing with the girl, she was gonna have her way. The thought of ditching wasn’t distasteful either.

smile lines creased your face, “you’re so annoying.”

“A ‘thank you baby for caring about me’ would’ve been nice.” The point guard rolled her eyes.

You two followed through her plan exactly.

You delivered your speech and Nika drove you two home.

Ironically, you turned on the channel that was broadcasting the ESPYs, while Nika was preparing some of her special soup from Croatia. She said it’s supposed to work wonders.

You were gonna hold her to it.

“We’re turning this off.” Nika reprimanded, already pushing the power-off button.

“How are we gonna head home for this migraine of yours, just to make it worse by watching TV?” She questioned your logic— in which she referred to as your stupidity.

“Can a girl, who’s one of the nominees mind you, not want to see who wins?”

The point guard crossed her arms. “We know who’s winning, and it’s you.”

“Now here, Open your mouth.” She instructed, taking a seat on the couch beside you, gesturing a spoonful of soup your way.

You did as your girlfriend said and let her spoon feed you.

“This is so good? I didn’t know I had a pro baller and a chef in my house.”

“Oh shut up, y’know this and eggs are the only thing I know how to make.” The girl chuckled.

“Well you’re good at it let me say that.”

“Why thank you, baby. Y’know I’d learn how to make anything for you, you’re just lucky this is one of the things I learned from my grandma.”

Before bed, she brushed your teeth for you.

She held your chin up to make sure she got in all your crevices and instructed you to open your mouth with “ah”s.

It was cute really, how much of a perfectionist she was trying to be.

When the lights were dimmed and she laid in bed, she gestured you to lay between her legs. She tenderly massaged your scalp and head as you enjoyed the silence between the two of you.

“Baby, you really know how to work your fingers. In more ways than the one I’m used to.” You slipped in the mischievous remark.

If it wasn’t for your migraine, Nika probably would’ve smacked your head upright. Instead, she laughed it off and blushed a little. “Should I be saying thank you?”

“No I should. I am so lucky to be your girlfriend Nika Mühl.”

“I love you.” She awed.

“I love you.”

Before you knew it, the feeling of her feather-like touches drowned out the aches in your head and you fell asleep in her warm embrace.

#nika mühl #nika muhl #nika mühl x reader #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl imagine #uconn wbb #uconn huskies

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scribblue · 4 months ago

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Rapton just gives me nepo baby vibes. I can't explain it.

(I can. It's incompetence /aff)

#ninjago rapton #rapton ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #ninjago #fanart #art #sketch #lego ninjago #doodle #ninjago art #clawshipping #fox szn #nepo baby

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j1goth · 2 months ago

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Poppy playtime figureheads headcanons because im slowly going insane over this game

Leith Pierre

loves yapping and hearing the sound of his own voice. this man thrives in meetings, always dominates the conversation

high energy worker. often you'd be unable to tell if he's exhausted or not

dyes his hair to hide it's already graying lmao

he gives me attention whore vibes. center of the room anytime anywhere he is

has a habit of screaming in his car at the parking lot when work stuff is getting to him. it's a sight to behold (i thought this was funny ok??)

scares easily. super jumpy. hates being caught offguard. he propably let out a really embarassing scream once when someone pranked him and the words of it started making rounds around the factory and he enforced the ban to save his face

gives off this unsettling friendly vibe that you know just has to be fake

Harley Sawyer

propably definitely (un?)diagnosed aspd

emotionally unreadable nightmare. you don't know when his usual persona will drop and he'll snap and cuss you out of the room

perfectionist. doesn't trust people to things properly. if he wants it done right, he must do it himself (atleast he thinks so). if something isn't up to his standart, he'll redo it over and over. hates incompetence

never ever asks for help

takes naps in his office. prone to exhaustion due to overworking. caffeine and sheer willpower keeps him going. if his hands are shaking he just grips the pen harder

doesn't speak much at meetings unless it involves the Bigger Bodies initiative

if he had a wife, they divorced shortly after playtime put him in charge of the experiments. he got too immersed into work and ignored his personal life

keeps everyone at arm's lenght

Stella Greyber

youngest of all the four execs

she loves taking care of children. used to do a lot of babysitting when she was young, but she has no children herself

perfected the act of not thinking about whats actually going on at playtime. sometimes it randomly hits her like a train tho, and then she regrets joining playtime. she learned to quickly shut those thoughts down

tries to upkeep a false bubble of normalcy around herself. she's just doing her job, nothing more

children love her. kids often give her gifts and silly drawings when she visits playcare. she puts them all in her office

loves dressing up in vibrant happy colors, you will never catch her wearing 'sad' colors unless it's at a funeral

she propably thought about trying to adopt one of the orphans atleast once

Eddie M.N. Ritterman

loner by nature. doesn't leave his office unless necessary, you could go a whole week without actually seeing him

sarcastic, slightly unpleasant to talk to, but Leith says he likes to keep him around because he's very diligent and always does his work without complains

the workers can't decide who's worse, Eddie or Sawyer. Sawyer is a nightmare to work with and everyone is scared about doing something to make him explode, but when Eddie appears and wants to talk to you, you know you've done something really bad

complete enigma. company cryptid. some workers don't even know if he truly exists

super pragmatic

doesn't sugarcoat things. very blunt. hates doing small talks

is like the only one of the four execs to have the balls to straight up tell Sawyer to go fuck himself (maybe except Leith)

This is my first ever headcanon post lmao

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime headcanons #harley sawyer #leith pierre #stella greyber #eddie ritterman #my hcs

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vendetta-if · 8 months ago

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Hi! Sorry if you've already answered this but what does each RO feel and think about MC path of either Justice or Revenge? (Heir path)

(Love to see what everyone else thinks as well)

I'm just curious to know what Rin truly thinks about MC going for revenge, because I feel like he's a bit reluctant? But also, an heir to a crime family going for justice? (Giving him over to the police after getting enough evidence to convict him) I can't really see him approve that, either.

I'm also curious of what their "preferred" heir MC is, Ruthless or Merciful, admired or feared etc.

Am definitely curious to know how that affects Ash as well. I love my little psycho MC (Definitely some Jinx vibes going on there) but then I get concerned and worried when I see Ash being like "Whoa, so cool! Never seen a body rain blood before, awesome! Whoo, murder! 🥳"

Then i'm like "Wait... No, this is bad Ash, BAD! Blood rain isn't awesome! It's horrifying! It's literally what happens in the APOCALYPSE! That's it, we're going to have a long talk when we get home about Wrong and Right!"

...then later when she gets her birthday present she'll giddily ask Luka if she can try torturing him too 😭

I feel so conflicted when Ash asks MC about what she will do with the killer... Then says what he wants, which is exactly the same, so I can't really tell him not to do the same... But it makes me so concerned every time, and guilty.

I don't want to bring my sweet, beloved firecracker down and even darker path than the one we're already on 😭

Ash and Rin prefer revenge to justice (letting the justice system do what it was supposed to do a long time ago). Probably because of the families and environment that they’re both raised and live in, they believe retaliation against such personal slight should be taken into their own hands.

However, whereas Ash’s revenge might be explosive and impulsive as they chase the quickest way to personally get their hands on the one who wronged them, Rin’s revenge is cold and calculating.

It’s full of reckoning, scheming, and pulling of strings behind the scenes and they’re content to let others to do the dirty work. They don’t really care about seeing the one who wronged them face-to-face and kill them with their own hands like Ash does.

That doesn’t make their revenge less personal though, and dare I say, sometimes, their revenge ends up being more drawn-out and torturous for the poor schmuck. The true definition of “revenge is a dish best served cold”.

And Rin does prefer Ruthless MC in the sense that they both have a more similar mindset. Of course, they’ll still love Merciful MC the same, but being with such kind MC makes them highly protective of them since they don’t want to see them get hurt or taken advantage of.

They’ll do whatever it takes to keep MC safe behind MC’s back, doing the necessary things that Merciful MC might not have the heart to do themself. Same thing with Ash as well, which is why in the Ash/MC/Rin poly, Ash and Rin will actually become really close and trusted confidantes of each other because they—almost all of the time—have the same mindset and overarching goal.

Santana and Skylar, of course, prefer justice and letting the right people dispense due punishment. Although, a more cynical Santana might not be too opposed to MC having revenge as well since they’ve seen firsthand how corrupt and sometimes incompetent the system is; they can’t really blame MC and the Morozovs to want to take matters into their own hands.

And as for your last sentence about Ash… 🥺 They’ll gladly walk with MC down a darker path. They actually feel they are already walking down that path a long time ago, especially since they accepted working as the Family’s enforcer… 😥

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glasskey · 3 days ago

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Episode 5

The Handmaid’s Tale is not a comedy, but this week there were a bunch of moments that were so darkly funny I couldn’t help but laugh. Let’s just run down this weeks highlights.

First victim this week was Lawrence. Poor Lawrence; he told Bell that no one liked or respected him and then found out that it was actually the other way around. To add insult to injury Lawrence finally learned that New Bethlehem was being used as a trap. Lawrence has done it again built a world that he believed would be better, only to have it corrupted by these black hearted little fuckers. Pretty sure that Lawrence will be happy to help Jezebels go boom boom once he squeezes the details out of June and Moira. These bombs at Jezebels are giving me a very season 4 vibe. Given that Blaine delivered those in Chicago, we’d all better hope that he continues to stay away from Jezebels in the future

Janine showed up to be reunited with June and Moira, with June asking her to come along and Moira saying no. It all seemed very reminiscent of Moira sneaking June back from Chicago. Just like Chicago, I’m not sure our Janine is going to be making it out. The fact that the letters got locked in the safe, speaks to how these women's voices are silenced once again.

June and Moira had a spat over who has the most PTSD and then almost on cue a beligerent rapey guardian walked in to bust up their discussion, giving the two of them the opportunity to work their shit out old school. Cleansing.

Luke in his usual style of going from 0 to 100 and all the way back down again, somehow clowns his way into a highly complex mission and then at the very first sign of a guardian he starts stammering like an idiot until they finally smack him to get him to stop. Realising how wildly incompetent he is both June and Moira throw up their hands and wisely make a run for it, leaving him behind. Time to shed some dead weight.

Turns out Serena will sell out her principles, and her eternal soul to the Prince of Darkness for a library. Guess all Tuello really ever needed to do was get her a voucher for Barnes & Noble and the whole thing would have been done and dusted season 5. Live and learn.

Last but not least, Nick Blaine stopped by the hospital to tie up some loose ends. Highlights for me included Blaine being called “an angel” (wrong kind of angel hun), and Nick talking about the little fellas doggy. They really cranked the volume up to 11 on this one. Apparently he’s just an innocent little guardian, who REALLY admires Nick and the first thing he wants when he wakes up is to see his dog. This was so obvious in it’s efforts to convince audiences that Blaine was now just murdering random innocents, that I laughed out loud. Is this The Handmaid’s Tale or Old Yeller? Fuck that stormtrooper. My black little heart can’t wait for the day that Blaine burns the whole place to ash.

This will obviously have wider repercussions, but I can’t help but notice that ALL of this is the direct result of Luke and Moira’s decision to lie to June and fuck off to Mayday. Once again Nick is left to clean up the mess, he’ll get no thanks of course and end up paying the price. But honestly, what would you have him do? Tuello won’t let him leave across the border, he had to protect June, Luke and Moira, and last but not least, if he’s found to be a rebel not only he, but all the members of his household will end up on the wall. So yeah. Not really feeling the villain vibe here.

As a side note, this episode kicked in at less than 40 minutes which is pretty poor, especially for a last season. Fans have been buttered up by the PR machine for over a month about how jam packed this season was going to be and how this was Nick and June’s season. Here I am watching ridiculously short episodes with milked sections of dialogue tying up precious time and once again crammed with Luke and June trying to resuscitate their long dead relationship. It was bad in season 4, it was worse in season 5, now it’s just torture. Blaine is a fan favourite, where is he? Nick and June and Serena and June are fan favourite character dynamics, where are they? Exactly how is this a season designed for the fans? Apart from June reuniting with her mother and episode 3, the season so far has been somewhat lack lustre. Perhaps it would have time to get off the ground, but with episodes this short, it barely stands a chance.

#the handmaids tale hulu #hulu streaming #elisabeth moss #max minghella #june x nick #nick x june #nick blaine #june osborne #osblaine #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's on hulu #tht season 6

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inkykeiji · 11 months ago

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For Adam, Lucifer, Vox, Alastor and Husk

Which one would they have? A daddy, sir or master kink?🤭

adam: all three work, and i think it would really depend on his mood!! Daddy when he’s feeling softer and especially condescending, Sir when he’s especially upset with you, and Master at any and all times, because he just loves the connotation of sheer power that comes packaged with the term. like fuck yeah, he’s your Master, you’re goddamn right, baby!

lucifer: hmm Daddy, i think!!! he gives off such caregiver vibes, despite his seeming incompetence and his difficulty caring for himself + his daughter, which are more due to depression than anything else. i think Master and Sir would sound a little too formal for him, at least for everyday use + coming from you (a lil different when it’s coming from ordinary citizens and the like), though he might demand you use them when he’s delivering an especially harsh or brutal punishment (which is rare but not impossible).

vox: DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY DADDY and Sir as well. he’s just so 1950s, so condescending, and such a control freak. he’d love to take on a caregiver role with you, because that affords him the ultimate control. the power imbalance there is so skewed; he has a long list of rules for you to abide by and makes most if not all of your decisions for you, including what you eat, what you wear, and what you do. but on top of that, vox genuinely does just enjoy taking care of things. he enjoys nurturing his company and its respective sectors, he enjoys continually refining it to be as perfect as is possibly can be, he enjoys overseeing and approving all decisions made to shape it into exactly what he wants it to be. and he’d do the same with you.

alastor: Master, 100%. he owns you—it’s the only way a ‘genuine’ relationship with him works. you belong to him in every sense of the word; you’re nothing more than his little pet, expected to jump, sit, roll, stay the very moment he orders you to.

husk: husk is hard!!! maybe Daddy? i’m kind of torn between Daddy and Sir, though there’s a part of me that thinks Sir might be a little too formal or harsh for husk. he really strikes me as the type that would be so so so sweet on his partner/significant other, and would genuinely enjoy taking care of them, so Daddy just feels like it fits the best!

#alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #vox x reader #adam x reader #husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #thank u for ur question!!#hope ur having a fab weekend hehe #inky.hazbin #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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jenchan-writingmultis · 9 months ago

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Hi, darling! Sorry for the bother, first and foremost. I've seen a similar post of yours before so I would like to see ur take on Cruella!Reader x Vil if it interests you enough. Their duo would really be smthng, especially w/ such distinct & contrasting personalities. I would love to see it platonic. Have fun & thanks!

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A/n: ackk you’re so sweet Anonnie, I didn’t expect being called a darling (๑>◡<๑) and the fic you might be talking about is Beauty in Chaos! Genre: Fluff Pairing: None (Platonic Vil & Gn Reader) Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards. The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers! Masterlist

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If there was a dormitory you were most suited for, it was Pomefiore, you just felt at home in the luxurious vibe of it, while in your world before, you were someone who got by and was financially stable enough to buy the latest fashion trends of outfits, in this world you had a tiny bit of problem with that.

With no income to take out from, the thaumarks you’re given could only be used for necessities that could sustain you and Grim, any extras would be used to renovate Ramshackle. You were fine with it of course; however, you knew your worth and hoped that the extra overtime you had to put in due to Crowley’s incompetence would soon be recognized and rewarded. He was fortunate you hadn't filed a complaint.

When you first met Vil, you didn’t expect him to look this divine at all, he was the epitome of beauty! However, you knew that he could use a bit of glitz in his taste in fashion, you would expect someone like him to choose colors that truly highlighted his features, rather than the bland shades that made him blend in with all the "Potatoes."

“You know,” You spoke, breaking the tension that was marinating in the living room of Pomefiore, the reason you were there was because Epel decided to invite you to play cards with him, Ace and Deuce, using some new game cards from his hometown that his grandmother gave him, but didn’t expect that Vil would be around and not doing any housewarden duties outside.

“What is it?” Vil glanced down, surprised by your sheer audacity to stop him from scolding Epel for inviting you and the others without his permission. “You’re gorgeous” you blurt out as you touch the helm of his sleeve “But would it hurt you to add a little more flair to your outfits?” you let his sleeves go. Vil’s eyes narrowed “What do you mean by that?” he questioned further, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed, not expecting you to give constructive criticism on his outfit, especially since all he’s wearing is his dormitory’s robe, what’s wrong with it? , but he’ll bite, he’s curious about what you have to say.

“There’s no rule against adding a personal touch to your uniform,” you said, your hand gently clasping his wrist as you pulled him closer, your eyes fixated on the luxurious silk fabric. “You could incorporate some elegant jewelry,” you suggested, your voice trailing off as you imagined the possibilities. “And how about a stylish fur coat? Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“What exactly are you suggesting?” He was growing increasingly confused by your mixed-up words. Did you want him to add jewelry? Wouldn’t that overshadow his face if he wore fancy jewelry or a fur coat? Who are you? Crewel?

“If you’d let me, I’d be thrilled to sketch a design to make Pomefiore’s uniform more lavish!” you exclaim, your earlier composure giving way to enthusiastic fangirl excitement.

“Hey- dude- I don’t think” Epel was going to grab your shoulder, but you ducked down on your bag, opening it and pulling out a sketchbook. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity Epel!” you said, eyes twinkling, “Pomefiore is one of the most eye-catching dormitories I’ve seen out of all the dormitories, it'll be nice if I could find a way to make all of your designs more outstanding”

Hearing that made Vil huff almost proudly, “Well, with a compliment like that” he drawls out, eyes closing as he presses his hand on his head, “If you could present to me a “lavishing” design of an outfit, then you’re free to do so,”

Epel stares at you out of shock, along with your two other friends, even Grim is surprised. “I didn’t expect you to have such a …” Epel tried to find the right word while looking shocked, But Rook popped out of nowhere and finished his sentence. “passionné for beauty?”

“Gah!” Epel squeaks out, while you are busy sketching a quick sketch of your inspiration. “Bonjour” he greets, eyes scanning everyone as he goes beside Vil, who is intently watching. “My, the sketch on the other side shows experience in their work” he compliments you, as his eyes tear off from your book to Vil, “If the outfit they sketch fancies you” he says, as he backs away, creating a bit of distance to fully admire Vil, who glanced at him “Would you consider changing the design of our fair uniforms? Roi du Poison?”

“That’ll depend” he sighs, while he was intrigued that you immediately went to work in front of him, he has an inkling of suspicion that you were related to Crewel in some way, one of the professors that helps him with the creations of designs.

“Here” You shoved the sketch into his hand, and he grabbed it, scanning the piece of work you created, he’s impressed, this looked rather beautiful he’ll give you that, but with how big you made the fur that was wrapped around the host’s shoulder, (which he thinks might be him due to the hairstyle) you made him look like some kind of beast, which irked him, remembering how Leona is. Overall, the colors that were added were solely complimenting and making the individual dorm robes prettier.

“While I certainly think that the… furs are lovely” he says, looking at you while you look back at him with sparkling eyes, as if you’re waiting for his approval, for some reason, he couldn’t say what he’s about to say to your face, sighing in defeat, he hands you back your notebook. “How about you give me a physical design of this?”

“Really?” you nearly jump as you grab your notebook, closing it swiftly, but freezing up as you stare at him, a nervous smile etched to your face “I… don’t have the materials”

“I know,” Vil said, extending his hand expectantly. A student promptly placed Vil’s wallet into his palm. “That’s why I’ll be sponsoring you for the silk and equipment you’ll need,”

Rook watched the entire exchange with a gentle smile, pleasantly surprised that Vil hadn't rejected the idea outright. Vil was known for his discerning standards and rarely entertained notions he deemed absurd. As Rook tapped his chin thoughtfully and gazed intently at Vil, he wondered if Vil genuinely desired a fur scarf, or if it was a test of your sincerity in your admiration for the Pomefiore Dormitory. New designs were always welcome in Pomefiore, but the housewarden had high expectations for anything that adorned his dorm. As long as they met his exacting standards and were deemed beautiful in his eyes, they had a chance.

“Are you sure about this?” You felt guilty as Vil showed you a credit card, was he going to let you run around with it? It’s a black card too!

Seemingly reading your mind, Vil scoffed. “You’re mistaken if you think I’ll just hand this over to you,” he said, seeing your hand twitch toward the scarf only for it to be pulled away and slipped back into the dark purple wallet. “I’ll be accompanying you to the mall,” he declared. Epel, wide-eyed, gasped, “What?” and quickly went besides you instead of staying behind.

“I doubt you’d know what fabric our dormitory use,” he remarks before shushing you when you were about to speak, knowing that you were about to say the exact fabric that it uses “And even if you do, you don’t have any expenses to create one”

“But-“ he glares at you, effectively shutting you up, he knows you were planning to appeal to him that you can buy the fabric on your own, and while that was what you were planning to do, it wasn’t to max out the credit card, but it’s to avoid burdening Vil.

“I will come with you, no questions asked,” he finishes, turning away, “Also please find an appropriate attire for that, we’ll leave in Friday “As he leaves you stood there dumbfounded, you turned your head to Epel, who looked as shock as you.

“…. I don’t have an appropriate attire to wear for Friday”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?”

The day you were anticipating with Vil wracked your nerves either way, your wardrobe wasn’t exactly befitting you, especially with your will to look as impressive as you are currently, which isn’t as impressive as one thinks.

You only had a few shirts, and some pants that Crowley bought you during his time of vacation the blinding color of bright orange and light blue made your eyes sore, and that design…

You gulp, grabbing it, your uniform’s pants were already dirty, and you would either suck it up and go like this or smell bad, a “pick your poison” type of choice.

“What in the world are you wearing.” Is what Vil said the moment he knocked on your door, expecting a decent outfit instead of whatever monstrosity you decided to assault his eyes with.

“It’s not that bad” you jab, not wanting to look down at all as you tried your best to at least make the colors work but it became a rainbow of disaster instead.

“You’re not going to go out with me in that outfit” he pushes you back in, as a flurry of protest came out, Grim was currently out with Ace and Deuce, talking about going on a hangout without you as revenge for going to the mall with Vil only. The moment Vil reached your bedroom, you sat down on your bed with a huff, “Surely you’re just creating a mockery of me with how horrendous that outfit is” he said, glaring at the wardrobe as he opened it, only to reveal… nothing. His eyes widen at the sad aura the inside was letting out, it almost looks depressing. “You weren’t just making it up” he droops a bit as you stand up, “my uniform is in the laundry I haven’t cleaned it up” You sigh, feeling embarrassed by the lack of finesse. Vil sighs exasperatedly, offering his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose “I have spare clothing that would look better on you” he extends his hand for you to take easier, which you do, not wanting Vil to come dragging you out.

Strolling back to Pomefiore with his hand on yours, he immediately goes to his bedroom, opening his own wardrobe, which has its own room.

Vil checked on the plastered tags on each outfit, these were what he had worn long ago, surely there was one that would fit your vibe and whole aesthetic, as you watched from behind him, Vil’s attention diverted to a black outfit that would fit your figure, he promptly takes it out, giving it to you. “Here”

Your eyes fixated on the black outfit that Vil pulled out, feeling a magnetic pull on it as you grabbed the outfit, “I’ll try it on” you declared before Vil could even say anything, a faint smile was now plastered on his face as he chuckles “Very well” he liked people who didn’t question his taste, and much more if they understood that what he picked was simple phenomenal, it fits you. He couldn’t stop his heart from fluttering since this time you didn’t question or debate him with his taste.

Which made him wonder if he wanted your approval?

The moment he walks out of the wardrobe room, you start to dress up, pushing the fabric down, to smoothening the wrinkles off your outfit. To others the outfit might be extreme considering you’re not going to a fancy party, just going to the mall to go on a shopping spree. However, to you and Vil, looking your best no matter what situation it was crucial.

You stared at the huge mirror in front of you, humming while you thought it looked great however something was missing, more specifically… you look around hand touching each fabric as you feel something soft, eyes widening out of mirth as you grab it out of the hanger, your expression beams as you wrap it around yourself.

“A scarf! Perfect!” You squealed out as you looked at yourself, now you look fantastic!

Vil on the other hand was sitting down, fixing his face with light makeup, the fabric had a subtle sheen, catching the light with every movement, and the jacket's sharp lines accentuated his impeccable taste. Complementing the suit was a silk tie in a deeper shade of violet, perfectly knotted and adding a touch of luxury to his ensemble. It fits him, hopefully your unique taste made your body and face stand out as well as his does.

Although, in his mind, when it comes to elegance, both the body, face, and the attire they’d be wearing speak volumes of what kind of person one truly is.

“I’m done” his thoughts were cut briefly as his eyes darted to where you were, he blinked in surprise at how you looked. The outfit you were wearing was perfect, it made you look elegant, as well as the fur scarf that was draped on your shoulders, he didn’t even think that he had one hiding in his wardrobe, and is that…

“Are those some of my jewels?” he chuckles, standing up and walking over to you. As he pushes your hair back, admiring the intricate design of the earrings you picked out. You’ve outdone even his expectations.

You earned his respect, unaware of his admiration for your taste you sheepishly grin, “You don’t mind right?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers as Vil shook his head. “Nope, I trusted my judgment to let you pick your own clothing after giving you that outfit”

He pats your head before stopping himself, not wanting to ruin the hairstyle you picked out for yourself, “I didn’t expect us to both be wearing something extravagant just to go on a shopping spree” You laughed, nudging his arm “Please, the employees might think we’re millionaires” you joked, making Vil laugh with you. “I am a worldwide known model, they’ll know that, for you though,” he hums, thinking about the possible scandal, which he prepared thoroughly for, as he walks over to his phone, grabbing it. “I decided to go to the mall my father frequents,” he adds, tapping his phone as he texts his driver. “My reputation won’t be scandalized with that mall, since it is often frequented by businessmen and ambassadors”

You nod in acknowledgment, excited to go to a mall with such high profiled people around. “Alright, I’m fine with that” You tap the heels of your feet, trying to fit the shoes that you picked out better, you’re pleasantly surprised that Vil almost had all the sizes, man or woman, which is great.

The moment you went out of Night Raven, Epel went to meet up to you, he looked a bit flustered seeing you in such an outfit that it looked almost natural. He was going to check If Vil was going to drag you but didn’t realize that you wanted to do this in the first place, the bracelet you were wearing, the lipstick and light make up you placed on your face fluctuated your prettiness, making Epel look pale in comparison to you. Rook on the other hand, spouted compliment after compliment to you and Vil, how you two looked like partners in crime, Vil’s nose crinkled as he sighs.

“Enough with the pointless compliments Rook, I appreciate it” he stops Rook, who obediently went silent, a small smile on his lips plastered on his face. “We’re running late, take care of the dormitory in the meantime”

“Oh, Roi du Poison, I apologize for keeping you,” he says as he walks closer, touching Vil’s hand and placing a kiss on it. “Have fun on your trip, I’ll make sure to keep Pomefiore in flawless shape once you’re back”

Vil nods as he opens the door to the back seat, letting you go in first before he does. The driver greets both of you with a good morning before Vil instructs him to drive.

You had a mirror with you as you reapplied a bit of your chipped makeup because Epel hugged you tightly to the point some of your makeup stained his uniform, hopefully, the foundation you used was easy to take off, worried for your friend’s outfit.

During the whole ride to the mall, you and Vil were silent, both busy with your own thing, the driver who thought you might be Vil’s lover started to feel uneasy that he might have gotten it wrong, happy that he didn’t decide to pry into Vil’s life.

After the ride, you and Vil managed to arrive at the mall safely, your eyes once again sparkling as your heels tap on the pristine floor, the whole vibe of the mall screams luxury, with well-known brands from all over the world spreading out. Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Prada are on the first floor already. “Wow” you gasp out while Vil smiles, no matter how many times he has gone here already, the architectural designs of the building never fail to impress him either way, the mix of nature and intricate designs, it made him feel at home sometimes.

Too bad you’re only around here to buy fabrics for the creation of the uniform you desire. “Where should we go from here?” you asked, eyes tearing away from admiring and back to Vil’s face.

Vil hums as he walks forward, not looking behind since he knows you’ll follow, like a chick to a mother hen. “Since we’re already here” he trails, “might as well buy something for you”

“What?” your eyes widen, buying, here? Sure, you could do that in your world before, but currently, you don’t have a cent to your name as Vil only gave you a dismissive wave. “Think of it as repayment for helping me snap out of my Overblot” he says, hoping that this adventure of yours wouldn’t look like he’s always going to give out charity.

“Also” he adds, staring down at you realizing the stark contrast of your horrendous outfit to the one he recommended you in, “I rather see you in decent outfits than that monstrous combination you had due to your limited wardrobe” “Fair” you said, nodding at that outfit you had to force yourself to wear.

Half of the day was spent with you and Vil idly picking dresses, outfits that would fit you, ranging from what you can wear for outside, inside, formal and others. Vil seemed to have said less about your unique taste, realizing how much you love synthetic fur, similar to Crewel.

“Are you related to Crewel?” he asked since you two recently just finished a shopping spree, with him carrying your bags since he could never let you carry Them, you carried a few bags, but most of it was carried by him, you, who was munching on the parfait you ordered. “No” you flat out said, if you were related to him, he would have given you plenty of outfits instead of leaving you with one uniform and a few other uniforms such as PE pants and shirt.

“Your taste in outfit reminded me of his” Vil hums out, taking a bite of the banana cue desert. “Oh please, if he was truly related to me,” you add, pointing the spoon at Vil, “You think I would have to wear that blinding orange, blue pants with matching maroon colored shirt?”

Vil laughed pushing the spoon down with his spoon “Seriously” he chuckled, hiding his lap using his hand. “You’re hopeless with that outfit, I’m glad I dragged you here”

You smile softly, liking the way that he relaxed around you. You and Vil were like two peas in a pod. After taking a quick break, you grabbed the sketchbook you had out, looking at the fabric you needed and how much you needed. Vil stared at the sketchbook before guiding you up to the last floor, where they sell fabric. “Is this where the fabric for Pomefiore was bought?” you asked, curious if that’s how expensive it would be if that was true, imagining the expenses already made you dizzy.

“Of course, not” he flat out said, making you droop “Then what’s our trip for here?” you complained, unsure if you want to use any other type of fabric if you’re truly set out in changing the form of their attires.

“Fret not” he says rather confidently, “The fabric here is more top-notch than ours,” he says “If you manage to create a fascinating example of your sketch, then I’ll try contributing extra money to have the headmaster let us handle the major changes,” he says, causing you to think about it more deeply. If you could do a good job in this, then your desired outfit will come true!

Nodding to Vil, you went ahead and went inside the store to get the necessary things you need. It only took you about an hour to pick as the employee is ecstatic to see the Vil Schoenheit buy from them. After finishing, Vil was already having trouble carrying the plethora of bags, so you two decided to sit down for a second, as he calls for the driver.

The driver immediately went to aid both of you, sweat dropping when he saw how many bags you and Vil had, is that even going to fit the trunk?

Miraculously the driver managed to get it all in, with minimal struggling, he should get a raise for his hard work as he smiles proudly at Vil, who gives him a tip for his work. “Good job, my father compensates you fairly, yes?” he asked as he went in, the driver pocketing the money as he nodded. “Yes sir, thank you for trusting me in your endeavor,” he said, as he started the car, quite happy that Vil was like his father, nice and sweet.

The moment they reached the Night Raven College’s parking lot, Vil already had a few students called out, specifically Rook and Epel, who was surprised by the number of bags. “Some of them shall be distributed to the Pomefiore students” he states, Epel is surprised remaining as he received an article of clothing, this is… a clothing from Prada?!

You who went out looking pretty as ever went to hug Epel who hugged back, but he just showed you the contents of the bag. “What is this?!” he asked, hoping that it wasn’t your money or you who coerced Vil to buy such expensive clothing.

“I didn’t! that’s all your housewarden’s doing” you teased, ruffling Epel’s hair. While Vil went to speak with the other students, handing them distinctive clothing that he put a lot of thought into buying, the driver went to give you the fabric and designs you had bought. Carrying it, you walk to Vil. “Vil” you called out, catching Vil’s attention almost immediately, you seemed to struggle carrying the heavy bag so he advised Rook to carry it, which he did without complaining. “Thank you” You were starting to take off the gold jewelry you were wearing since you are planning to go back to your Ramshackle, thinking about how you left it locked all day, plus you wanted to start working on designing.

Vil stops you as he sighs “Just keep it, wear it whenever we go out” he adds before touching your cheek and giving it a pinch “It suits you, get some rest, I’ll be taking my rest as well” he advises, making you smile. “Sure, Good night Vil,” you said as you took off your heels, feeling the sole of your feet throb from all that walking. “Rook, you don’t mind escorting them back right?” Vil said, as Rook nodded, “Of course Roi du Poison” he looked down at you “You don’t mind me right Trickster?” he said softly, you laughed slightly“Of course not,” you said, as you were going to rest for awhile at first, but Epel seemed to have noticed that your legs were starting to hurt, he goes to take his shoes off, giving it to you. “Here, your feet looked bad” he mutters, as you watch him kneel down, grabbing your leg. “Oh!” you jolt at the sudden gentlemanly behavior of your friend, who seemed flustered having to do this. “Thank you, Epel,” you said, after he finished you ruffled his hair making him whine “Hey!” As you bid farewell to the Pomefiore students and the housewarden, Rook was silent throughout the way back to Ramshackle, he stood there, as you checked to see if the door was still unlocked, and to your surprise, It was unlocked, upon opening it you see Grim who was playing cards with Ace and Deuce. “Took you long enough!” Ace glared at you, clearly disdained at the idea that you had to be gone the whole day. “Grim was crying the whole time you were gone” Deuce teased as he placed the +4 uno card down, making both your friends whine and throw the Uno cards down. “I quit!” Ace huffs, clearly annoyed that Deuce was kind of good with this. You chuckle as Rook goes inside, “Bonjour” he greets them once again with a smile, seeing the heavy bag, the trio went to clean the table in order to make way for the bag.

“Merci” Rook says softly, as he lets the bag go. Grim already went to look inside, expecting tuna but all he saw was fabric. “What is this?” he whined as you sigh, sitting down on the couch, and planting your head on the soft pillow. “You were there when I asked Vil to let me design the robes right?” “Yeah” Ace nods, scratching the back of his neck, “I thought you were joking?” he admitted, making you laugh. “That’s ridiculous,” you said, as Rook smiled. “I admire your resilience Trickster” he turns around “I hope to see the fruits of your labor soon” he adds as he waves goodbye, to you and your friends, not wanting to intrude further. You sigh, realizing that you showed your project to Vil way too early, not thinking about the amount of hard labor you’ll have to do, while you’re happy with the outfits he bought you aren’t exactly sure if the payment matches the labor you’ll be doing.

Realizing your little problem as if he’s a mind reader, Ace sighs “We can help you if you want” he offers, making you glance at him, Deuce didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea. “I agree,” he adds “It’ll be payment for helping us on the overblot last time”

Grim who huffed, crossing his arms while he flops his ears “I guess it’s fine by me too”

“You guys…” you smile, jumping on them as you hug them tightly, “Thank you so much” you said, happy that they were friends you could rely on.

So, in a few weeks, you had help, making the workload much easier, the design had to be tweaked and you went to Pomefiore just to measure Vil’s width, height, and length, taking an extra robe for reference too.

You truly made your friends go ragged, Ace looked like he’s on death’s door with how he’s been cutting fabric, and measuring it, while Deuce helped you with knitting, and Grim, whose tiny paws were starting to get tired of holding your sketchbook.

After a whole month of nonstop grinding, you were happy that schoolwork was lenient as well, with the professors busy preparing for other events, and guiding each individual club.

The moment your past sleepless nights finally paid off as the design you created came to life, your eyes sparkled, falling down on the floor, making Ace catch you. “Hey! Careful!” he scolds you, but you just laugh. ‘It’s done” you said, feeling exhaustion creeping into your system, “Hey… Call Vil I’m going to…” before you can even finish the sentence, your vision goes black.

The only things you felt were being carried, placed on something soft, as you drift into sleep.

After a few hours, you heard talking, making you stir up from your sleep. “… the fabric is nice..” you heard as you regained your senses, with Vil already tracing his fingers on your finest creation. You jolt awake, and the sudden sit up made your head ache. “Don’t move” Vil said, noticing you’re finally awake as he walks towards you, giving you water. “You…” he glares at you, eyebrows knitting in frustration. “I never set a deadline” he said apprehensively, “So why in the sevens did you have to push yourself that hard?”

You scratch your cheek sheepishly “Sorry, I thought that if I don’t finish it within a month you would forget” you admit, knowing that Vil’s expectations were high you truly didn’t want to disappoint him.

Vil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose once again when he felt a migraine coming. “You did a great job,” he says, making you jolt cause that compliment was out of nowhere “But if you created the outfit with moderation” he adds, standing up from kneeling to go to your eye level, “I wouldn’t feel guilty for having high expectations for you.

“Wait, do you mean?” you frown, your hard work would go to waste if he disregarded it. “The outfit is fascinating, however, I cannot just implement such a complicated design”

You were close to crying, all that work just for nothing. “However” Vil added with haste “I could wear this in occasion” he said, “Like foundation day, I’ll keep this” It was rare for Vil to stumble over his words, placing a hand on your head, “So, don’t cry, you did great, splendid even” Feeling relief wash over you, you lean to the pat, “Thank you”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #jen-chan blurbs #twst x reader #fluff #vil x mc #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x yuu #twst fic

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ashprompts · 1 year ago

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𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

a collection of sentence starters from dropout tv's game changer. feel free to alter pronouns/text as you see fit

“I’ve been here THE WHOLE TIME”

“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.”

“If you never hear from me again, you know what to do!.”

“If they don’t find me it’s because I was chopped up and fed to the pigs!”

“I SOLVED YOUR LABYRINTH, PUZZLEMASTER. THE MINOTAUR’S ESCAPED, AND YOU’RE GONNA GET THE HORNS, BUDDY”

“I. CANNOT. WIN!!!!”

“A lot of people have been saying that ___ is a singularly evil, wildly incompetent, befuddled nepo baby silver spoon motherfucker. This is what people are saying.”

“If you can do ONE swing on the swing I will let you play with all the math puzzles that you want”

“You’re not getting a FUCKING JOKE OUT OF ME until you let me out of this room! You want bits?! You let me out of this room for bits, motherfucker!”

“Are we gonna die before we get outta here?”

“I’m gonna lose so fucking hard it’s gonna blow your fucking mind”

“But in this sick rodeo, this bizarre fucked up clown festival, we’re here celebrating what I can only describe as the sickness at the core of America.”

“Give me the assignment and I don’t miss. I’m gonna DIE before this is over.”

“Your tower’s gonna fall. Laugh it up now.”

“A river of sweat is running down my back right now.”

“I do hate zombies and I will have nightmares about this tonight. But in this moment I just feel like I’m surrounded by friends.”

“We don’t give a cum.”

“If you’re in a hole, DYING. I WON’T BE THERE.”

“I showed them my feet, [name]! I SHOWED THEM MY FEET FOR NOTHING?”

“Stop shaking your cock in the middle of a fucking huddle, dude!”

“I’d fuck that pie.”

“If you’re like me, you eat a lot of ass.”

“I hate capitalism but I also hate losing.”

��I get my tongue so far up somebody it’s like I’m tasting their tonsils. I get so deep in there I’m gonna burn myself with stomach acid.”

“I like perching like a little bisexual gargoyle”

“If you were performing on a subway I would take money away from you.”

“I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN TO PULL THE THREAD ON THIS SWEATER.”

“Icarus flying too close to the sun, but it seems Daedalus our little mastercrafter over here had some WAX WINGS OF HIS OWN, didn’t he? Wanted to see his son fall, faaaalll from the sky, OH HOW CLOSE TO THE SUN HE FLEW”

“Hey can I get an ah? … Don’t scream at me.”

“You kinda have the vibe that your kids call you by your first name.”

“The day I DON’T curse when a body falls from the sky, call somebody.”

“Could I place an order? I’m hungie. What do you think would be the best pizza to order if I’m quite hungie? Um, I like cheese, what is your largest pizza? Yeah let’s get an extra large because I’m hungie. I’m hungie, I’m hungie, I’m hungie.”

“WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!!!”

“So long as I am on this stage and drawing breath, you can good and goddamn believe I’ll be trying my best in every challenge.”

“Was it bad that we just started smashing shit?”

“You didn't count on INGENUITY did you motherfucker?!”

“FIGHT THE BOURGEOISIE. I WILL VENMO YOU $20.”

“This could be hell. This is very Satre-esque.”

“YOU ARE NOT GOD. THE MACHINE IS GOD.”

“Can you tell us why you’d do this to us?”

“I won’t be made a fool”

“I do feel like I’m in a nightmare”

“I’m the only one OUT of the loop it seems”

“Everybody do the wenis! The wenis is a dance! Everybody is a genius! Who knows it in advance!”

"DANCE IS A SIN!"

"You think I'm gonna fucking roll over?!"

"It'll be a COLD DAY IN HELL when I go out like a fucking chump!"

"I don't care about winning, I just don't wanna lose"

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ask memes #ask meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #game changer rp meme #dropout rp meme

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seventeenreasonswhy · 8 months ago

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Same Team! A YJH Office Romance Pt. 9

Idol!Jeonghan x ProductionStaff!Reader

You’re serious about your job, but not as serious as Yoon Jeonghan is about flirting.

~2.1k words

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Series Content: slooowwwwww burn, fluff! but with tension!, cute flirting!, will-they-won’t-they vibes!, did I mention tension!?, some alcohol consumption, appearances by all of the members, reader is shy and gets flustered easily!, jeonghan is jeonghan-ing!

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Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who has read this series so far! There is only one chapter left after this (and it will be smutty)!! I love these two! I can't bring myself to write angst abt them so this is pure fantasy fluff haha. They’re so cute! Jeonghan is my favorite trickster-prince! Y/N is so cute and anxious~! They both give me cute aggression!!! Enjoy!

Taglist: @yeoberryx, @clownprincehoeshi, @soffiyuhh, @wonwoos-wineparty, @hamji-hae, @junniesoleilkth, @seokqt, @haniinah, @yangtyunhannie, @cherrylovescheol, @Illucere (lmk if you want to be added!)

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You looked out the car window to see late-night stragglers still making their way home from bars and karaoke rooms. It was that strange time between night and morning. You were scheduled to get to the airport before the members so you could prepare for the chaotic process of boarding a plane with idols. There were a few more security guards than usual. Older guys than you would have expected, but you guessed they needed experienced staff for this kind of thing. You kind of admired the dedication of CARATs that were willing to wake up this early to see the members off.

Your stomach flipped at the thought of seeing Jeonghan again. You hadn’t had much chance to see him since he came to your apartment last week... Your face couldn’t help but flush deep scarlet every time you thought about it. His lips on yours, his hands roaming over you, gripping you... You had to work to not get carried away remembering the feel of his body against yours.

You’re here for work, you’re here for work, you’re here for work! You repeated in your head over and over again. You were terrified that someone would pick up on whatever it was that was going on between the two of you... You were sure that your complete infatuation with him was obvious to anyone who looked at you.

This is Paris Fashion Week, Y/N! Get serious! You had dreamed of attending high-profile events like those at the Paris Fashion Week. You knew that it was going to be a whirlwind trip, and you wanted to do everything in your power to make things go smoothly for Jeonghan. He had been to Fashion Week before, but this was your first big overseas assignment. You didn’t want him to think that you were incompetent, so you had been staying up late researching every staff member and procedure that you would have to encounter. Even though you were only assisting with this trip, you wanted to anticipate every possible need.

The van arrived to a crowd of CARATs already waiting. They were holding signs that said things like “Have a safe trip Shua!” or little paper fans with Mingyu’s face on them. One CARAT was even dressed up in full Hanbok. It hit you again how different the members’ lives were from yours. To you, they had all become just people you worked with... well, almost all of them. Your heart couldn’t help but squeeze a little reading the signs some of them had made for Jeonghan. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him, you thought, wishing that you could reassure his fans out loud, that you could communicate how much you understood their feelings.

You knew that the members had arrived by the very audible shift in the crowd. You were waiting inside, security standing as a barricade between the CARATs, forming a path for the members to come through on their way to security.

Your eye picked out Jeonghan immediately, even with the flashing lights of cameras and screaming from the crowd. It was truly overwhelming. How do they deal with this every time? You couldn’t help but wonder. Jeonghan walked through the doors to the airport next to Joshua, the two of them slightly behind Mingyu. The crowd was going so wild that you couldn’t even understand what was being shouted. All you could do was watch as the three of them kept their faces down, occasionally waving at the CARATs. Jeonghan was wearing a baseball hat and had most of his face covered by a mask.

The flight you were on was semi-private, which meant it had its own security line and everyone on board was either rich enough to afford the flight or there because they were part of Seventeen’s staff. You were already on the other side of security, unable to take your eyes off Jeonghan as he and the other members of the team made their way toward you. You had been instructed to sit at the front of the coach section, right behind first class, where the members and their managers were seated. You had never flown on such a small, high-end airplane before... even coach was supposed to be a step above your average commercial flight.

Finally, the members made it through the short security line, and Jeonghan’s gaze caught yours at last. You could see his eyes crinkle into a smile right away, yours mirroring him as you beamed beneath your face mask.

“Good morning,” Jeonghan said to you, joining you at your side as the team of you walked toward the gate. He sounds sleepy, you thought, your heart already pounding from how cute he looked.

“Good morning,” you said, handing him handwipes for the plane and a coffee.

“Wah, Y/N,” he said right away, “you’re the best.” You were relieved that he couldn’t see your blush beneath your mask.

“Where’s my coffee?” Mingyu had turned around, eyeing the drink you’d handed over and putting on a pout.

“Ah, I can get you one!” you said right away, making Mingyu laugh.

“I’m kidding, Y/N-nuna,” he said, and you swore you saw him give some kind of meaningful glance between you and Jeonghan... but you were probably being paranoid.

I should have gotten all of them coffee, you thought.

“Get your own coffee,” Jeonghan said. His tone was like a sassy little kid’s... and your heart couldn’t help skipping a beat, making you smile all the more beneath your mask.

The plane you boarded with the members was the nicest airplane you’d ever seen. Buttery-smooth leather seats occupied their own spacious cubicles in first class, and even the seats in the small coach section immediately behind were wider and looked more comfortable than any airplane you’d been on. You couldn’t help staring around a bit.

Jeonghan stowed his stuff in the overhead cabinet, watching you out of the corner of his eye. It was obvious you’d never been on a plane like this before, the way you were dawdling and looking around. So cute, he thought, unable to suppress his small smile. His heart was so endeared to your wide eyes, and once again, he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude that you were going on this trip. He wished he could ask his manager to trade seats with you so that you’d be sitting opposite the small aisle from him, but he knew that would be too strange of a request. You’d probably hate it if he drew that much attention to the two of you, even though part of him didn’t care. He'd had the same manager for almost ten years now, after all. It might have been wishful thinking, but he felt like if he explained the situation, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad...

But he changed his mind once he saw you seated, already pouring over a stack of papers from the folder you’d been carrying. How could he do something so brazen when you were being so careful and conscientious about everything? Though, it would be fun to see you get a little flustered...

You were checking and rechecking all of the customs forms and the itinerary for the YSL events when you felt someone settle into the seat beside you.

“...What are you doing?” you said in a low voice, trying to maintain your composure as Jeonghan leaned into you, pretending to look over the documents with you.

“Ah, so we have to be there that early...” he said, his whole body so close to you that you felt like you were going to explode.

“Ah, Jeonghan-shi,” you said in an overly nervous and high-pitched voice, glancing around at the other staff taking their seats, “don’t worry, only the staff have to arrive that early, you’ll get a separate car once the event is a little underway.” You put on the most formal tone you could, and Jeonghan glanced up at you—his face unbearably close to yours.

“But I want to arrive with nuna,” he said quietly, fixing you with the most earnest, sensual gaze you could imagine. He’s doing this on purpose, you realized, and tried to flash him a warning look. But he only smirked, refusing to move even an inch.

“Well,” you said, your nerves clearly showing in your tone, “I have to be there early—” you were cut off by the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingertips brushing against your thigh, making you bolt right out of your seat.

“I have to check this one more time with the other assistants!” you said, your voice coming out too loud. Jeonghan just looked at you, smiling smugly to himself as you walked toward the other rows of staff in coach. He watched you walk away, admiring your figure before making his way back to first class.

“You’re mean, Jeonghannie-ah,” Joshua murmured in a quiet voice as Joenghan passed him. Jeonghan noticed that his friend was also smiling to himself. It wouldn’t be surprising if Joshua had picked up on what was going on between him and you on his own, but Jeonghan had drunkenly sought his advice a month or so ago, before he was even sure if you liked him at all.

“Maybe,” Jeonghan chuckled softly, taking his seat. He was still relishing the cute look of panic on your face, the faint smell of perfume on your neck, how adorable you looked in your comfy, plane-ready clothes... He didn’t care if other people noticed that he was teasing you.

Joshua and Seungcheol were the only members who knew that you and Jeonghan were seeing each other discretely. Joshua had been pretty happy about it, but Seungcheol had been a little firmer about things. He didn’t want Jeonghan’s (or your) career to be jeopardized, but he also liked seeing Jeonghan so happy. He’d simply cautioned his friend to not do anything careless.

You had hoped that you might be able to get some sleep on the plane to help get ahead of the jetlag, but of course you couldn’t settle down. Your eyes kept landing on the back of Jeonghan’s seat—even though you couldn’t really see him. You hoped that he was at least getting some rest...

The air was smooth enough now that you could walk around. The stewardesses had dimmed the lights in first class, but you decided to make your way over, ready to pretend that you needed to ask Jeonghan something.

But as you quietly approached his seat, you could tell that he was sound asleep. His seat had been fully reclined and his head slumped to one side, his baseball hat and mask removed to reveal his beautiful face. You saw that Joshua and Mingyu were dozing off as well, and the managers seemed to be trying to sleep, their backs turned away from the aisle. I guess you can’t help but fall asleep in this cushy environment, you thought, your gaze landing once again on Jeonghan’s sleeping face.

He really looks like an angel, you couldn’t help thinking, drinking in every detail of his features. His long eyelashes, his glowing skin... he looked so peaceful and beautiful. How could a human being even look like that? You glanced one more time around the cabin to make sure no one was watching before your hand practically moved on its own, running your fingers through his silky hair, gently smoothing it away from his face.

Jeonghan’s lips curled into a smile, and his eyes fluttered open, making your hand freeze and your eyes go wide with embarrassment. He was awake!? You quickly withdrew your hand from his hair, mortified that you’d been caught in the middle of such an intimate gesture, but Jeonghan’s hand caught you immediately by the wrist, freezing you to the spot even more.

No one around the two of you seemed to stir, and Jeonghan whispered to you.

“Don’t go.” His voice shot right into your chest. The lights were low, but you could tell that he was giving you that same piercing gaze he always gave you, like he wanted to devour you. Your heart was beating thunderously loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him. Seeing him stretched out beneath you, sleepily holding onto you as his thumb traced small circles along the inside of your wrist... you couldn’t refuse him.

“Close your eyes,” you mouthed softly. He smiled serenely at you and did as he was told, leaning into your touch as you stroked his hair for a bit longer—until he was sleeping for real—before cautiously making your way back to your seat, breathing deeply to calm your euphoric nerves.

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hygienic-soap-dispenser · 5 months ago

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Hws Nordics as University Students Headcanons

Because I am a suffering student and you need to suffer with me <3

Denmark

The clown of the group

Has trouble focusing/paying attention

Will use other Nordics in group study session with the goal of body doubling to keep each other in check and focused, but often devolves to laughing and banter instead

Offers good moral support and asks a lot of questions in class, has great participation marks, but can go off topic

Rallies people to meet when need to discuss group projects, again he is great moral support

When writing he either cannot write anything or speed types and hyperfocuses, no in-between

Appears self-confident and social but can actually struggle with self esteem and seeming like he's incompetent or "too much" for people, tries to compensate by being extra likeable and useful

Bonds with people over humor, socializing and making friends are more important than grades to him

Only chooses classes that interest him, does surprisingly well as a result

The most likely of the Nordics to be late for class

Goes to a lot of college parties

Sweden

The mom of the group, always checking in on people and making sure everyone feels included

Reformed high school bully, but still gossips with Norway about classmates and faculty

Has very high standards for himself and his work, will force people in his group projects to do at least 2 rounds of editing

Can really get in the zone and hyperfocuses when studying, but to do that he needs his noise cancelling headphones, his stim toy, perfect room temperature, comfy study clothes, and his daily ritual to actually start

Refuses to pull all-nighters to finish assignments, sleep is more important to him (king)

Is professional with group projects, is calm and good with delegating work

At the same time, he is very opinionated and loves to debate people in and out of class. Often argues with specific students

Easily overwhelmed from noises, activities, and group projects, needs to find quiet places to hide

Gets good grades, professors either love him or forget he exists

Is part of some interest clubs, like for art and woodworking

Norway

The mysterious hottie who sits in the back of class

Hates group projects, doesn't contribute much to them unless it's with his favourite people (other Nordics, specifically Sweden)

Doesn't contribute much in class, but when he does it is good

The class health nut, goes out for 6 am and 11 pm jogs (he is insane)

Also tbh he gives off the vibe of someone who'd be a health nut but also really into drugs at the same time?? Like he does sports and yoga and tracks his water consumption and macros but at the same time experiments with drugs to "expand his spiritual worldview"?

Is fine with concentration, doesn't really struggle unless there's a lot going on in his head at the time

On that topic, he frequents the counseling and medical clinic. There have been rumors about his frequent medical visits...

His writing is okay, nothing to write home about, but then sometimes can get very poetic and profound, especially when it's a personal topic

Gossips a lot with Sweden, they like to people watch together

Skips a lot of classes, somehow still passes

Finland

Perfectionist and an over-achiever, bases a lot of his self-worth on grades. Will get upset if he gets anything below an A-

Can feel like he's in a competition with classmates for good grades and approval from professors, will ask a lot of questions and tries to start discussions in class

Will talk to the professor right after the end of the 1st class to introduce himself and establish dominance

Tries to humble brag about school and his work ethic by telling classmates how often he crams and pulls all-nighters

Very anxious about grades, always does well (at the cost of his mental health)

Mostly sustains himself on energy drinks and coffee

Doesn't like group projects because he thinks no one else cares about doing well as much as he does

This isn't helped by the fact that he has trust issues and thinks others will let him down

Frequents the counseling center and medical clinic on campus. The former because of stress and trauma which worsens school stress, the latter because of medical issues as a result of said stress

Professors either love him or hate him

Despite how he acts in class he's actually a people-pleaser, but his over-achieving nature can be hard to deal with

Goes to the campus gym at least once a week to lift weights, probably part of the school hockey club

If he survives, will pursue graduate school

Iceland

The freshman, trying to figure things out

Thinks that because he did well in high school he'll have an easy time in university (he won't and will be humbled)

Sits in the back of class but secretly wants to sit up front with the "nerds", doesn't want to risk making a fool of himself

Overanalyzes group projects and panics. Double/triple checks his work before sending in his contributions because he wants to seem competent in their eyes

Usually reserved but once he opens up will say the most out of pocket things, sometimes it slips in his quiet phase

Surprisingly, is among the worst of the Nordics in terms of grades. This is mainly because he is unconfident in his own work and views, so he often ends up self-sabotaging his work or doing the bare minimum

His friends are his main priority in school, not grades

Like Fin, is a people-pleaser. Unlike Fin, he is easy to get along with

#hetalia #hws nordics #hws denmark #hws sweden #hws norway #hws finland #hws iceland #soap is talking #headcanon #headcanons #hetalia headcanons

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kyokutsu-sama · 6 months ago

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My Swordsmith

A/n- I've been obsessed with this man lately and I needed to dedicate something to him. I wrote an enemies to lovers because this man gives me so many vibes of that🤭

I'm sorry if this seems too short, I have other scenarios for him that I'll bring soon.

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It had only been a few months since you had become an hashira. Your techniques had evolved a lot and the missions no longer seemed as hard as before. Your life seemed stable, but there was someone that had always bothered you since the time you joined the demon slayer corps.

Haganezuka Hotaru, your swordsmith. He was unbearable and you always argued a lot with each other.

It was normal for a sword to break during a mission in which you had to annihilate demons, but he always went completely crazy when he heard the words "Broken Sword". That words made him very mad.

The last time you came back from a mission, he was pretty pissed at you when you arrived with only the hilt of the sword and a piece of the blade.

"But is it possible that you don't know how to do the things right, you idiot? I made the sword for you three days ago and today it is already broken. You're useless!!" Haganezuka said with anger at the broken sword in your hand

"What about you, you half-baked swordsmith?! You're an incompetent who made the sword with a defect! You're the one who's negligent, you idiot son of a bitch!" You replied with the same anger, which was like putting out a fire with gasoline

"Come on, don't argue, you two." Kanamori tried to calm the situation but it didn't work out since you were determined to argue more and more

"I told you to be careful. And now look here, look here! What's left of here? Come on, tell me?" Haganezuka picked up the broken sword from your hand and placed it in front of you but you just crossed your arms and looked away. "Hard work for nothing."

"Oh, shut up. You know perfectly well that it was your mistake." You said and he widened his eyes at you, feeling even more angry. "See if you do your job properly or I'll go to another swordsmith so I never have to look at you again."

"DON'T YOU DARE VISIT ANOTHER SWORDSMITH, YOU HEAR ME?" Haganezuka yelled at you

"OR WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"You yelled back

Kanamori put his hands on his masked face, in despair as he watched you two argue. This all seemed to be going too far.

"Listen here, you insolent girl. I'm going to tell you something," The swordsmith put a finger near your face, preparing for the next words. "If you talk to another swordsmith here in the village, I'll beat your ass up, got it?"

"Go head then. I want to see you try, you piece of shit." You said with a teasing chuckle before leaving his forge

Kanamori looked at his friend and he was seething. He knew that Haganezuka had feelings for you, but he was quicker to show hatred than love, and that was what made people run away from him many times.

A few weeks had passed since that ugly arguing between you two. The swordsmith was calmer and more committed to his work. He was an exceptional swordsmith but he preferred to make mistakes on purpose just so he could see you again. He wasn't good with feelings but he definitely had a good strategy.

You had arrived at the swordsmith village before going on a mission to get your new sword and the first person you crossed paths with was Kanamori. He went to you as soon as he saw you to talk to you.

"Y/n, you're back! Did you come to get your sword?" He asked and you nodded

"Has Haganezuka prepared it yet?"

"Yes, he must already be putting the finishing touches on it, if you want to stop by. But see if you don't end up arguing like last time."

"Nah, I'm just going there to grab my sword and leave. I don't care what he keeps saying to me."

"It's just his way to be. Stubborn and short-tempered, but he actually had a good idea in making the sword defective." The swordsmith said, realizing later that he had let the cat out of the bag...

"Wait...what did you just say? Does he do it on purpose?" You frowned, questioningly about what the other was implying

"Well, uh... What I meant was... I didn't mean it...It's just" The man tried to create a story but didn't know how to cover up the truth at that moment

"Kanamori, what are you hiding from me?" You crossed your arms, taking a step towards him and he flinched a little, embarrassed."Why would he do something like that?"You asked

"Okay, Y/n, wait a minute. I'll tell you the truth."The man said with a long sigh. "I know Haganezuka likes you, not the way friends like but lovers like. He told me that from the first day he handed you your first sword. The reason he makes your defective sword is because he wants you to come here again so he can see you, but lately he's gotten scared since you threatened to change swordsmiths." The man had confessed everything to you and you felt embarrassed at that moment.

You would never guess that all that fuss he usually made was to hide his feelings for you. All this time he was hiding something more valuable and you hadn't even realized it.

"Please don't confront him with this or he'll know it was me, okay?" Kanamori begged you and you just nodded

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him without having to put you through this. Trust me." You winked at him

"Thank you, Mrs. Y/n." He thanked you before saying goodbye and you made your way to the sweetest who must have been waiting for you

When you entered the forge, your heart skipped a beat when you faced Haganezuka's broad, bare back turned towards you.

"But since when did he have all that build?" You thought in shock at that revelation.

But what shocked you the most was the fact that you saw the strands of his hair that extended along his shoulders and the middle of his back. You looked carefully and realized that he wasn't covering his face with the mask. Which went a little against the village's rules since the blacksmiths were the only ones who created blades capable of killing demons, so they had to protect their identities.

You felt very hot in there because of the fire used to forge the blades and you thought that was why he was without his upper clothes and without a mask. You couldn't help but be a little curious to know what the face of the man who had feelings for you looked like.

"Did he take off his mask on purpose so I could see his face?" You thought again

"Is my sword finished yet?" You asked after a moment and he just stopped what he was doing, still keeping his back to you

The man took out a brand new sword and you knew in that instant that it was the one.

You shivered a little when you saw him slowly turn around, as you had never seen his face before. When he turned around completely, you could have sworn your knees were going to give out at that moment, he was as hot as the fire that was lit there.

You looked him up and down as he approached you in short, slow steps.

He was very handsome man even with some dirt and strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His muscles look very prominent as do the veins in his hands and forearms.

He stopped right in front of you and extended his hand with the sword, you looked from his eyes to the sword and back to his eyes that didn't leave yours.

"Is that my sword?" You asked and he nodded. "Let me see it-" You were going to reach for the sword when he pulled it away from you

You then tried to grab it but he raised his arm preventing you from reaching it, since he was much bigger. "Seriously! Are you going to start with your bullshit?" You said already feeling a little upset with his action

"My bullshit? I'm just saying goodbye to this work of art before handing it over to your negligent hands." The swordsmith said before bringing the hilt of the sword to his lips and giving it a "goodbye kiss."

You grimaced at the that and soon after he lowered his arm slightly and handed it to you, grabbing your hand that was now also holding the sword and pulling you towards him so that you were almost glued to him. This man's presence was intimidating. You looked up and he bent down slightly to speak to you.

"If you get here again with a broken sword, I'll kill you without thinking twice." He threatened and you gave a teasing smile

"But I'm the one with the sword right now, so you should be careful." You said, bringing your face closer to his, with a teasing smile that made him more upset

Well, if really he had feelings for you then you knew he wasn't serious but was just teasing you.

"I'm leaving now, let go of my hand, Haganezuka." You said, trying to pull your hand away but he didn't let go and you looked at him. "Let me go."

The swordsmith pulled you towards his lips and kissed you with passion, taking you by surprise. They were very soft lips for a rough man like him. A perfect contrast.

When you were both out of breath, you pulled away and stared at each other for a moment.

"Well, it seems like today I've had enough surprises," You said with a giggle. "First, I see your face after so long hidden and now I find out that you're in love with me. You really are a box of surprises."

"Come back to me. Kill those creatures and come back alive." He whispered against your lips, panting and flushed. "But bring that sword intact too, you hear me?"

"Yeah, I got it." You nodded. "But when I get back, I also want you to start showing me more love than you do your swords. I'm a little jealous, you know?" You teased, pulling your hand away from his

"Hey idiot!" Haganezuka shouted from the back and you stopped by the door and turned to face him. "I didn't forge the sword with a defect this time. I want you to win."

"I will," You winked at him seeing how much more handsome he looked when he showed his feelings. "But if it breaks, I'll go to the swordsmith next door!"

"Don't you even think about it." He said with a knife in his hand pointed at you

"Don't worry, I'll come back to you. My lovely Haganezuka."You said and he felt his rough heart melt for the first time

He looked at you until you left the forje and sighed. He could be quite explosive and stubborn but he knew he had finally found someone who noticed him and would stay by his side even though he was like that.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fandom #kimetsu no yaiba anime #demon slayer #demon slayer anime #demon slayer fandom #kimetsu no yaiba fic #demon slayer fic #haganezuka hotaru #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka x reader #anime writing blog #fluff scenario

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