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iamazonian · 4 years ago

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Why Mikasa?

“He didn’t share his genocidal plan with her! He seems determined to save Historia from becoming a titan and a breeding machine! He’s literally fighting her squad! Why the heck do you think Mikasa is special to Eren and to the story??”

*bored face*

Simple. He does/says things to her/with her that he has literally never done or would never do with absolutely anyone else, situations wherein even non-shippers cannot immediately say “Well if _____ were in Mikasa’s place, he would’ve done the same thing!”

Most people mention his determination to save Historia from her fate as anti-Eremika or pro-E//H proof, but if they were being honest they would admit that he would have been JUST AS DETERMINED if the one whose freedom being threatened with titan-ship and broodmare-ship were Mikasa. Or Armin. Or Levi. Or Jean. Or Connie. Or Sasha. Or LITERALLY ANY ONE OF HIS FRIENDS. I cannot single out Historia as the only person he would do this for, and even if you ship that, you cannot genuinely tell me that if, for example, Mikasa was the sacrificial lamb that had to become a titan and spit out babies for the plan, Eren would just stand by and let it happen. That he wouldn’t be as appalled, that he wouldn’t be opposing it with every fiber of his being. Same for anyone in the cart with him (you know, the group of people he referred to as the ones he cares about the most?). Historia is the one with royal blood, which means she’s the sacrificial lamb in the plan, which means she’s the one Eren has to protect in the scenario. It doesn’t mean he wouldn’t protect his other friends if they had been in the same position! (And if you say that he wouldn’t protect his other friends like he would Historia, but then claim that Eren abandoning his friends in 138 is OOC, then you’re a hypocrite and I don’t know how to talk to you.)

Then they mention the fact that Eren didn’t “trust” Mikasa (or Armin) enough to share his genocidal plans with them (thus showing them his darkest side or whatever), but he did so with Historia. Uhm, ignoring the fact that he obviously didn’t do so because he knows his genocide plan was horrifying and that Mikasa and Armin would have enough moral backbone to not go along with it, people forget that he also told Floch about this plan. (All aboard the Eren/Floch train then?) :|

(And you know what’s unfair? If Mikasa somehow knew and then went along with his plan to literally kill millions, antis would be calling her a “slave” to her feelings for not standing up to him. But because it were someone else, somehow it’s admirable romantic unwavering support and acceptance? Give me a break.)

BUT

Let’s talk about the scarf scene. Yes, the now-and-forever, punching-a-titan-in-human-form scene. Now, if anyone had been in Mikasa’s place, thanking Eren tearfully and accepting death, I absolutely believe Eren would still have punched the titan. Yes, you heard me. He would have still fought, regardless of the friend he’s protecting. THE THING IS, would he have said those words (or something akin to those words) to anyone else? Basically saying “I’ll be beside you now and forever” --because duh how could he wrap a scarf around someone if he’s not right next to them-- in that ultra cheesy way (that I loved haha)? I mean what’s up with the “now and forever”, Isayama? Or would he have just said something like “Get up, we’re not dying today!” in typical hothead Eren fashion? Will he mutter “No, I’m not leaving you, now and forever” to anyone else? Even if you don’t ship Eremika, if your answer to that is not a super quick and certain yes, if you have to pause and think about it, then even you have to admit that maybe, just maybe, it’s a Mikasa-exclusive declaration.

Let’s talk about the “What am I to you” scene. I don’t even have to explain this. He knew he was about to turn rogue. He was about to become the villain. He was surrounded by a lot of people he loves (the very people in the cart blush scene were there), and it’s his opportunity to find the validation/love/convincing he needs. Whatever his reason was for asking this emotionally-charged question... why Mikasa? Or better yet, why JUST Mikasa? Why not ask them all one by one? Is it really just a situational thing, that Mikasa was there and he just randomly asked her? Or maybe... it’s because he’s looking for an answer only Mikasa can give?

Let’s talk about the blushing. I admit, there is a single scene where he blushes around other people too (the aforementioned cart blush scene that I adore). But there is a common denominator for all of Eren’s rare blushes. I’l give you one guess what/who that is. So far (and with only one chapter to go), Eren has only ever blushed if Mikasa is present. Once in a group, and all the rest to her and her alone. You cannot tell me he would blush for someone else because he literally never has! Considering all the times he had been alone with other characters, been saved by other characters, bonded with other characters, been complimented/praised by other characters... Why would Isayama only ever draw blush lines on Eren for when Mikasa is the subject?

(I have to clarify and say that I don’t think blushing is confirmation of someone’s romantic feelings at all. Mikasa blushed for Historia, Historia blushed for Mikasa, but I don’t believe that’s because they have a crush on each other. I’m just saying, if the reason Eren blushes is because he’s embarrassed/bashful/flattered, then how come he never blushes when he feels embarrassed/bashful/flattered around other people?)

(Also now that I’ve said that, I’m now scared he’s going to be blushing left and right in the last chapter for someone else because I have the worst luck when it comes to final episode/chapter ship confirmations: looking at you, Zutara. :)) )

Let’s talk about the death scene. It was brought to the audience’s attention that no one knew where Eren was. Now, either we say that Mikasa gambled in that moment (in which case daaaaamn girl this is not the time to guess!), or that Mikasa was so smart she figured it out before Armin (usually called the smartest) or Levi (the most experienced) did... or Eren showed her where he was. If you don’t want to accept the last option, I understand. I think it’s obvious but I understand that it’s not 100% specified. But if you’re like me, and you can see no other way for Mikasa to have known his location without him telling her, then that’s another point: Why would he tell just her? Why not Levi? Why not Armin? Why not all of them, like he did when he had that zoom conference call via paths? If Ymir was the one who revealed it, the question stands. Why to Mikasa, and not the others?

(And I’m not even going to delve into all the memory shards and the tuning out Zeke in the middle of such an important moment just to stare at himself wrapping the scarf around Mikasa. I mean, come on.)

I’m a paranoid person, and honestly I don’t want to “celebrate” Eremika’s canonization yet because as much as it really is at this point, it’s not over until the fat lady sings, as they say. Lots of things can happen: Isayama could go crazy, the rug could be pulled out from under our noses and Eren really did turn into a chad, it could be another one of those “let’s build up something so much but tadaaa he’s married and has kids with someone else because our audience can never see it coming and we can feel so smart about ourselves”-- looking at you, Whedon.

But when people say Eremika doesn’t make sense because Eren wants to protect other people... well, that’s like saying my father doesn’t love my mother if he tries his best to save my brother if he’s stuck alone in a burning car. Which is just stupid. Hence the long ass rambling above haha.

#eremika

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ishibishie · 3 years ago

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i said i would maybe do this two weeks ago but i'm on a steven loving high and i saw a stupid post that was basically brainless bashing and hate in his tag so i'm here to fix this with steven love and ramble about the baby boy with a........

27 RANDOM STEVEN HEADCANONS POST!

uh cw for mentioning dead parents ig. there's a lot of dead parent stuff here sorry

- steven is asexual and aromantic. he discovered this a bit "late" when he was about 20 years old. despite his high profile in hoenn, he isn't very open about his sexuality and has only come out to a handful of close friends, the first being wallace. it was also wallace who gave him the black ring he wears.

- steven is half galarian on his mother's side. he would often visit the region with her before she died, and steven has very fond memories of watching gym matches: those battles are what inspired him to become a pokemon trainer along with his mother having been one herself in galar before she moved to hoenn. his favorite place in galar is wyndon city and he loves finding any excuse to hop aboard the trains scattered throughout the region to see all the unique scenery pass by and collect rare new stones for his collection.

- he adores space and astronomy! when he can't sleep he'll go outside and look at the stars until he eventually dozes off. this also led him to look into the mythology behind the constellations he sees, and he's had a few passionate conversations with cynthia about pokemon mythology.

- when nervous, steven tends to bite his nails. this has led to many scoldings and impromptu manicure sessions from wallace!

- his biggest fear is ghost type pokemon as he hates thinking about the concept of death. he also dislikes very strong thunderstorms, and being left alone for long amounts of time.

- as a result of his pampered childhood, steven is a bit of an attention seeker. he tends to get fussy and impatient when nobody acknowledges or listens to him. there was an isolated incident of steven throwing a pebble he had in his pocket at someone to make them pay attention when he was at his limit.

- likewise, he absolutely hates getting dirty when he's not caving. a single blemish of dirt on his nice clothes will drive him mad. he hates being disorganized and is a bit of a clean freak.

- he's a big contest fanboy! if a day off and a contest line up on the same day, expect to see steven somewhere in the audience cheering the coordinators on.

- steven and his father have a rocky relationship ever since his mother died. steven always wanted to become a pokemon trainer like his mother, but his father wanted him to take over the devon corporation one day. this unwanted pressure from his father ultimately led to steven running away from home to pursue his dreams when he was 14. now, they're still on speaking terms, but that's not to say steven looks forward to and enjoys their conversations. things only got worse when steven came out to his father and was brushed off as "going through a phase". despite everything, steven one day wishes to reconcile with his father and hopes that they can be as close as they were before his mother died.

- the one thing steven regrets most is never saying goodbye to his mother. the last thing he told her was "see you tomorrow!" before she died the very next day

- he met wallace during the time he ran away from home. the two met in lilycove city, where wallace was practicing for a contest and steven happened to be in the city. steven was intrigued by wallace's skills and ability to charm him with his pokemon. the first thing steven said to wallace was a compliment about his pokemon and the two decided to spend the day hanging out. they've been best friends ever since, and steven tends to see wallace as the big brother he never had and his main source of advice.

- he loves to write, whether it's journalling or taking notes about the rare stones he finds. however, he uses the same notebook for everything so his journal entries are often bordered by crammed-in notes about rocks. good luck reading anything, though: he has very small and cursive handwriting.

- steven is a disaster in the kitchen. the only thing he can make without any risk of burning his house down is a cup of tea.

- he's a big nature lover! in contrast to his sheltered life as the son of the ceo of a big business, he enjoys looking at flower gardens and finds any chance he can to lay down on a grassy hill and let the world move by without a care.

- he enjoys classical music and can play the flute!

- due to how he grew up without many real friends as a kid, steven tends to act a bit childish in personal social situations. he'll simply say whatever's on his mind without thinking twice and randomly cut in whenever someone else is speaking. not to mention he's terrible at holding eye contact. more "professional" conversations are where he shines as his parents taught him everything about etiquette.

- steven is polite to a fault: he usually has trouble telling people no and doesn't like to intrude on other people's conversations even if he was invited to such a conversation. it can make normal small talk awkward for both parties.

- his favorite place in hoenn is sootopolis city. he adores being surrounded by history while chatting with wallace at a local cafe, not to mention taking in the beautiful scenery at night.

- clear, sunny days are his favorites. when he travels to a colder region and gets caught in a sudden snowfall, he likes to watch it snow as it's an extreme rarity in hoenn.

- he loves to read and often wears a pair of reading glasses when he finds the time to open a book.

- steven carries a few special items with him wherever he goes: these include his key stone, the first gym badge he ever earned, an old pocket knife that belonged to his mother, and his mother's galar gym challenge league card.

- he's great at various card games. it's best to cut your losses if you make a bet with steven and he pulls out a deck of cards!

- it's easy to tell if steven is lying: he'll always rock back on his heels and bite his lower lip when doing so. using this knowledge is limited however, as steven doesn't tend to lie very often.

- his favorite food is galarian curry, especially the kind his mother used to make. he also enjoys sampling the cuisine from other regions, especially kalos. when it's time for dessert, he'll never pass up: he's got a bit of a sweet tooth!

- steven is a very laid-back person and hardly anything can really upset him. he tends to laugh off any embarrassing blunders he makes and will sometimes make small quips and jokes at his own expense. however, saying anything bad about the devon corporation will cause him to go on a profane offense, a bit ironic considering his odd and shaky relationship with the company.

- steven wears his jacket everywhere he goes. he's always complaining about being cold and it baffles everyone how he can keep wearing his blazer even in the dead heat of hoenn's summers. since he's always freezing, you can often find him at home wrapped in the fluffiest blanket he owns near the fire.

- even though he's champion of hoenn, steven still feels like he's working towards his initial dream of making his mother proud. he really only sees his championship title as one of many steps he still wants to take to live the life and dreams his mother hoped he would achieve!

(i copy pasted this from my phone notes so if the format is screwy, sorry!)

EDIT 8-30-21: yes i lowkey made this post to combat the people who are bashing on steven for getting a mega evolving rayquaza and posting this hate on his tag. it's fine to not like steven or how zinnia didn't get the mega rayray but for the love of god DON'T post hate in steven's tag! the people checking his tag are people who like him and we really don't appreciate you mindlessly calling our baby boy a racist bitch because you're salty. i'm sure you wouldn't like it if i went into zinnia's tag and posted "haha suck it side character" so. don't be a bitch. be considerate, okay?

#steven stone #headcanons #he's just such a good little bean #not art

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prettiestvulcan · 3 years ago

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read on ao3

pairing: felix iskandar escullun x MC

rating: explicit

word count: 1435

warning(s): none

summary: a broken promise leads to fun in Blackthorn Hall’s library.

a/n: haha i'm back and it's a whole new fandom

He had promised to spend the day with her, to show her the mausoleum and the grounds of Blackthorn Hall. Instead, she finds them cooped up in the vast library, searching the shelves for something useful but finding nothing. A quick detour, he had said. Now, watching the sun dip below the horizon, this detour had been anything but quick.

She sighs, chin resting on her palm while her elbow rests on the edge of a mahogany table. The chair she sits on is wooden, uncomfortable and squeaks with every impatient shift of her weight. Felix, seated across from her, seems unaware of the noise or her discomfort. No, he has his nose buried in a dusty tome, grey eyes skimming the pages.

If she said she wasn’t disappointed, she would be lying. Still, watching him work, absorbed in it, is rewarding in itself. The concentration, the single-focus objective…. It would be untruthful to say it wasn’t a reward in itself. To watch him work is a treat. The glasses perched on the edge of his nose, his hair pulled back to expose more of his neck…. She finds it unbelievably attractive.

She perks up when he sets the book down with a sigh, hoping to have even a fraction of the attention he’s been giving these books all day. When the candles sputter to life, he blinks in surprise. His eyes slide to the window, spotting the darkness outside, before he turns to look at her with a bashful look.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I’ve kept us here all day.”

“It’s alright, she assures. It’s not, not really, but she’s fine with it. Watching him be so focused on these books was rewarding in its own way. “I like watching you work.”

A blush creeps across his face and he looks away, avoiding her gaze. He’s adorable. Even the slightest compliment has him turning red.

“Still,” he continues. “I made you a promise and I’ve broken it.” He scowls, the pink on his cheeks disappearing, and stares at the book in front of him like it’s personally wronged him.

She reaches across the table to place a hand on one of his, offering comfort. It’s not a big deal, not to her. They have an unknown amount of days in this place. He can show her around some other day. She tells him as much, watching color rise to his cheeks once more.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he swears and she doesn’t doubt it. She offers him a smile, one he returns.

“So,” she starts. “Want help looking through the stacks?”

He grins, nodding, and she follows him into the shelves once again. They tower above them, blotting out some of the light, leaving it darker than it was at the table. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, but soon she’s also scanning the shelves for anything of interest. Most of the books in this section seem to be about different languages and cultures, but they might still find something useful.

She turns at the sound of his grunt, spotting him reaching for a higher shelf. He’s on his tiptoes, arm outstretched, but even so it looks as if he can’t reach what he needs. She watches him struggle a few minutes more before taking pity on him.

He makes a squeaking noise as she comes up behind him, using her few inch height differential to easily reach the book he needs. She feels him go rigid when her breasts cushion the back of his head. She wants to laugh, but thinks better of it.

“Here you are,” she lowers the book to him. He takes it with hands that shake only a little. She grins, knowing how embarrassed he gets, and decides to play a little.

She sweeps aside the hair that had fallen from his loose ponytail, exposing the side of his neck. She leans down to rest her head on his shoulder, pressing a delicate kiss to the mole just below his ear. He makes a choked noise, but doesn’t pull away.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, trying to appear annoyed, but the way he angles his head aside to give her better access is in direct contrast to his tone.

“Kissing you.” The answer is obvious, but she gives it anyway. She crowds him against the bookshelf, pressing more kisses up and down his neck. He shivers when she grazes her teeth along the shell of his ear.

“Really?” He’s breathless, but tries to keep up the facade of irritation. “We’re in the library! Anyone could walk in!”

“Like who?” She challenges, nipping at the junction where neck meets shoulder. “Scylla? You know she’d never step foot in here.”

“Papa might,” he counters. She smiles.

“Then you’d better keep quiet so no one finds us.” He looks ready to protest, but the words die on his tongue as she bites down. Instead, all that comes out is a strangled moan. “Shh,” she reminds him, snaking a hand up his shirt to rest on the flat plane of his stomach.

He uses his free hand to cover his own mouth, but it does little. She can still clearly hear every noise he makes, every gasp and groan he tries to muffle. She dips her hand lower to rest on a protruding hip bone, rubbing a thumb gently over it. He sucks in a sharp breath, dropping the book with a loud thud.

She pauses, taking a moment to listen for any footsteps. He’s shaking against her, whether from the fear of getting caught or the amount of stimulation; she isn’t sure. She feels a pang of guilt, wondering if she should take pity and move this to the bedroom. The decision is taken from her when he uses his newly freed hand to grab at her wrist, pulling her hand lower instead of away.

She grins, giving him exactly what he wants. She cups him through his slacks, giving a little squeeze, before going for the button and zipper on them. He puts up no protest, gripping the edge of a shelf with one hand. She pulls aside the flap of his underwear, letting his cock spring free.

“A-Ah!” He gasps, covering his mouth once more, as she wraps a delicate hand around him. It’s not the first time she’s touched him like this, but every time feels like the first. The excitement, the wonder, that little bundle of nerves in her chest that makes her want to give it her all.

She shushes him, mouth moving back to his neck. She gives him one long stroke, swiping her thumb along the already dripping head. He’s already so worked up, desperate for her touch, and she feels a swell of affection. He’s so beautiful, so wonderful. She wants to give him everything.

“Turn around,” she whispers. It takes him a moment, but he shuffles until he’s facing her. She takes his mouth in a sweet kiss, which he returns with just as much gentleness and affection.

“What are you doing?” He sounds panicked as she drops to her knees in front of him, taking him in hand once more.

“What does it look like?” She smirks up at him, before angling him towards her mouth. “Wouldn’t want to make a mess of the library.”

He gives an aborted whine as she takes him into her mouth, slapping a hand over his mouth once more. She wastes no time, as getting caught might very well be a real possibility. Besides, he’s so worked up she wants to give him everything he wants. So she twirls her tongue around him, pressing on the vein underneath, hollowing her cheeks. She gives him exactly what he’s wanting, what he deserves.

He squirms against her hold, panting against his hand. There are tears brimming in his eyes, overwhelmed with sensation. She watches the emotions flash across his face, watches his eyes close as it becomes too much. Feels him shake apart against the shelves, his hot cum spurting into her mouth.

She pulls back, taking a moment to show him what’s in her mouth before swallowing. He whimpers, his cock giving a futile twitch, before he’s sinking down to the floor. He reaches out for her, pulling her into a kiss. She’s sure her mouth must taste a little funny, but it doesn’t stop him.

“That was wonderful,” he compliments and it’s her turn to flush.

“You were wonderful,” she counters and his cheeks go pink. “I think today was a success.”

He grins, pulling her in for another kiss.

#last legacy fanfic #last legacy fictif #felix x MC #third person pov #library blowjobs #if that’s even a thing lmao #🖖🏻.writes

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strayfreckles · 4 years ago

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all on you.

☕︎︎ hwang hyunjin x reader (ft. ryujin, felix, & yeji); highschool au, friends-to-lovers au, barista au, bulletpoint fic.

maybe you would’ve gotten out of highschool with your emotions (and pride) unscathed if it weren’t for hwang hyunjin and his so-called romantic, obnoxious—and, in your case, unfortunately effective—antics.

includes: fluff, angst (especially in the middle), mutual pining, somewhat slow burn (?), gn!reader, barista!reader, a hefty amount of swearing, the only consistent thing you’ll see here is how utterly terrible this is, fluctuating humor

notes: this was requested by a wonderful anon! before you dive in, i’d like to inform you that this is my first fic of any kind, so please tread gently 😔✋ though constructive criticism is appreciated !! hope you enjoy (and hopefully not cringe too much sdkdnkdks) <33

wordcount: 2.8k

let me be the first to say that you absolutely abhor romance films with every existing fiber and cell in your body.

like, you cannot physically withstand the atrocity that is occurring right before your very eyes and you have to tear your gaze away before you bash your head to the nearest table.

and though you do admit that you’re overreacting sometimes

you also admit that you’re a massive dumbass for falling prey to one of the most common—and one of the most infuriating tropes—that is falling for your best friend.

yeah, hwang hyunjin? that boy holds your heart between his palms and with every smile you fall deeper and deeper

you’ve known that kid since you started eating crayons in elementary, and since then you’d been attached at the hip, clung to each other through all the clownery of middle school

finding each other in places is like a sixth sense; it only takes you both less than a minute to find the other before startling them with a quiet “hey, you”

but time is impatient, and that timid, starry-eyed boy you knew became the dimpled heartthrob come highschool—geared with the smarts and the talents and love-laced words that sent boys and girls running after him

but to you he was always just that kid who nearly consumed clay cakes because “it looked so real!”

until he wasn’t

it just came to you like a blow to the face, in the middle of sophomore year, sitting on hyunjin’s bedroom floor on a weekend trying to cram revise for your upcoming exams

you decided to take a quick break, and made the mistake of looking at hyunjin

and my oh my was he stunning

every laugh that tumbled from his lips sounded like a fucking symphony

and the bastard was just playing with kkami !!

he looked so damn soft as he planted kisses on his coat

every single constellation you knew was embedded in his irises

haha heartbeat go brrrrrrr

and maybe all you wanted was for him to never stop smiling, because he looked the most beautiful when he did, and maybe you wanted to brush his hair away from his face because you couldn’t see his eyes all that well and what the fuck—

you just malfunctioned

because that was your best friend

he noticed you staring, of course, and had the audacity to smirk, and in a second you wanted to set yourself on fire

“y/n, i know i look good, but at least try to be subtle.”

“you look like a low-budget minion, hyunjin.”

“i’d rather be a minion than a shabbier version of gru, thank you.”

(many fists were thrown that day, and hyunjin learned not to pick fun at your clothing lest that he face humiliation)

for the first few months you were in constant denial, even going so far as to blame hyunjin himself for forcing you to watch countless romcoms on your weekly sleepovers

but once you catch hyunjin staring at you with that fond look in his eyes, one he’s carried since childhood, your heart finally has the courage to murmur into the concaves of your chest, i am in love

it gets worse around senior year

the summer after junior year you land yourself a job at miroh café, a coffee shop at the heart of the town bc you’re broke as fuck and you need the cash

and, as expected, hyunjin becomes a frequent patron

he’s armed with a pickup line every single time he orders

and every single time you have to tell your heart to calm the fuck down he’s always been like this c’mon gimme a break

it’s even gone to the point where the regulars mistake him as your boyfriend

and as if your conscience nagging you 24/7 wasn’t enough mental baggage, your coworkers and fellow seniors, felix and ryujin, decided to weigh in

“if that isn’t the look of someone who’s simping over you then i don’t know what is,” ryujin nudges you, and from the repetitive force you’ve sustained from the past week you’re surprised your ribs aren’t bruised yet.

“you act like you’re not in the same dance crew,” you scoff, “ryujin, he flirts with everyone—he even had the balls to hit on chan!”

“let me remind you that denial is always the first stage of falling in love,” felix chirps, cheerful as he replenishes the pain au chocolat in the display.

“and let me remind you that i’m holding a very hot cup of coffee straight out of the machine; ‘accidents’ can happen, felix.”

of course, you weren’t in denial—you’d been past that stage long ago

it’s just that you didn’t wanna give yourself false hope

you didn’t want to lose this beautiful thing with him that’s lasted for nearly a decade because of your stupid emotions

so you’ve trained yourself to remain indifferent to the many compliments and lines he sent your way, hoping that if you could fool the others into thinking he didn’t affect you, maybe you could fool yourself, too

but oh ho ho, do i have some news for you (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

you don’t know how hyunjin’s pulse speeds up whenever he sees a handwritten note on his coffee wishing him good luck

you don’t know how often he forces himself to stop staring at you whenever you’re not looking

you don’t know how stupidly happy it makes him when he sees you smile

especially when he’s the reason why.

maybe everything about you makes hwang hyunjin happy

and maybe if you weren’t so kind and gentle and considerate during the times he lost a competition then maybe he wouldn’t have fallen this hard

but you were (and still are)

during the times you cried from laughter at all his antics

or cracked a smile at one of his pickup lines

he’d think that maybe—just maybe—he could stand a chance

but every time he did, he’d spiral into self-doubt

because there’s no way you would ever fall for him

you’re the kindest, most talented person hyunjin has ever known who deserves the universe

and he’s just… him

even if he did plan to confess, he’d be putting everything at stake; you’re too important to him, losing you would be a loss too heavy for him to bear

so he’s content with playing this role

even if the idea of you being with someone else hurts him so much

he’s content with reminding you everyday—even if it isn’t direct—that your mind is like no other, and that anybody would be blessed to have you

you both think it's always going to be like this

with you struggling to keep your feelings from showing

and hyunjin battling his inner demons

and those left to perceive the “discreet” ogling across the room and the hidden yearning in your voices are none other than (you guessed it!) felix and ryujin 🤩

it was funny the first few months

but now it’s just plain frustrating and they want nothing more than to bash your two oblivious heads together because y’all !! are !! idiots !!

no matter how much they persist, they’re always met with either a sad, gentle smile with a shake of the head or a monotonous “ha. you’re really funny.”

both have considered dropping your asses but they can’t because they love y’all too much

so all they can do is hope for a change

and change does indeed arrive when september rolls around

dance practice has just ended and hyunjin feels hyped because it’s movie night and he can’t wait to cry to kimi no na wa again

and lowkey stare at you for the entirety of the film

he exits his dance crew’s studio and is about to go straight to 7/11 for snacks when he spots the team’s newest recruit by the road, waiting for a ride home

hwang yeji’s only moved here two months ago and in a short span of time she’s already become one of the well-liked kids at school

but she’s a kind & humble sweetheart who deserves all the love & attention !!

so being the good sport he is, hyunjin approaches yeji with the brightest grin, having only talked to her a few times prior

“hey, there! yeji!” when the girl turns to him, her smile looks and feels like liquid sunshine. “waiting for your date?”

yeji turns rosy when he asks, like she does when everyone teases her about her special someone, who she’s been crushing on for weeks and who she finally had the courage to ask out. “c’mon, stop that. i don’t even know if they like me like that—they probably think it’s just another friendly date.”

“they’re a fool if they don’t end up liking you after, then,” hyunjin quips, hoping the bitterness doesn’t seep into his tone and wishing he has half the luck and strength yeji has, and she laughs.

“you know them, actually.”

“oh?”

“yeah! y/n l/n?”

oh.

o h

hyunjin can only blink at her dumbly, feeling like a thousand arrows are digging into his skin

you… with hwang yeji?

is that why you asked about her the other day? because you like her back? and that her feelings are far from being one-sided?

watching a dark cloud loom over his features, yeji thinks about asking if he’s okay when he blurts out an inaudible excuse as he walks away, zooming past the convenience store when he does

when he heads off he doesn’t even look at where he’s going, relying solely on muscle memory

he feels like he wants to grow smaller, biting his lower lip and clenching his hands into fists

he doesn’t even know why he’s upset

you were never his to lose

why would he regret what couldn’t be in the first place?

when his feet instinctively halt in front of miroh café, all he can do is stare blankly at the glass doors, at your figure behind the counter

but he wills himself to move away again, and when he does he clashes with another body

“hey, watch where you’re... hyunjin?”

ryujin stares at him with her mouth half agape, and she flinches when she sees his eyes glistening, his face flushed with the shade of pure heartbreak

“did you know about them?” he’s afraid to raise his voice, because doing so would mean there’s no stopping his emotions, “about… y/n and yeji?”

the lack of response provides the answer, and hyunjin walks away from the block

that afternoon, a cup of coffee with his name scrawled on the front went forgotten on the countertop

that evening, hyunjin doesn’t show for your monthly tradition for the first time in five years

you spend the rest of your evening obsessively checking your phone for text from him, wracking your brain for reasons he couldn’t come

of course, there are multiple reasons: like schoolwork (you are seniors, after all) and the upcoming dance competition

but you know he would text you over the slightest inconvenience, so why isn’t he saying a thing?

you rack your brain for anything you might’ve done, and your chest tightens when you think that maybe—just maybe—he’s finally caught on to you

you try to distract yourself with other thoughts as you lie wide awake in your bed: like your midterm exams, the nearing debate tournament… your date with yeji

bright, splendid hwang yeji who shares the wittiest jokes in biology and has the most colorful personality around

the first time you spent time with her she made you smile so wide it made your cheeks hurt

her laugh is the loveliest one you’ve ever heard; like dewy lavender fields beneath the spring sunshine

but every time you hear it you’re reminded that it isn’t hyunjin’s laugh, that you aren’t with him and every time you realize it you wanna cry

bc yeji’s been nothing but sweet and considerate this whole time and you’re more than guilty at the fact that all her attentions will be wasted because of you and your stupidity

you barely escape the wrath of crying yourself to sleep when you finally doze off when the clock hit two am

the next day at school, you both barely even make eye-contact

even the underclassmen who’ve heard the frequent calls of your names feel uneasy when they don’t hear hyunjin’s high-pitched voice or your shrill tones

felix especially, who’s experienced the trauma of sitting in between you two at history and feeling the tension that nearly chokes him

you’re more than terrified to look at him at him in the eye, terrified that once you do you’ll realize he doesn’t gaze at you the same way anymore

something inside hyunjin aches every time he spares you a glance, because every time he does it’s painfully obvious that he’s always been hopeless

in all honesty, hyunjin wouldn’t have shown his face at all if it weren’t for the tiny thread of patience inside ryujin snapping

so here he is, inside miroh a quarter before closing time

felix’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees him, so he sends a pointed look to his coworker,

“what did you do?” he murmurs. ryujin’s eyes are sharp when she looks at him, and he feels his blood run cold.

“what i needed to.”

no, she didn’t threaten to kill his entire family, if that’s what you’re wondering

she merely gave him… a warning

so one can imagine the surprise you feel when you emerge from the staff room, and felix drags ryujin outside to give you privacy

you both remain silent once they’re gone, neither one of you moving in place

until quiet words escape your mouth, and the familiar greeting makes hyunjin’s heart clench:

“hey, you.”

he doesn’t make a sound, so you continue, the tension heavy

“you owe me three dollars, by the way. i just wasted a perfectly good iced latte with the other day when you didn’t…”

when you trail off, hyunjin opens his mouth to let out an apology, and he realizes with a start that the words tumbling out are completely different:

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“what?”

“why didn’t you tell me about yeji?” hyunjin’s eyes begin to quiver when they meet yours, “we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

your jaw tightens, i told you. best friends. nothing more. “because you worry too much about everything; if i’d told you about us then you’d—”

“y/n, we’ve been together for a decade!” hyunjin intervenes, “we’re always going to worry about each other, whether you like it or not. and this— this is… i…”

every coherent thought vanishes as hyunjin grapples for more things to say. he knows he’s being selfish, undoubtedly so, but he wants you. he wants you so, so bad. the fight in him leaves until, eventually, all that’s left to say is the truth: “please, don’t go. don’t go… with her.”

your heart is close to breaking your ribcage when you stare at his face, you wait for him to say anything, to justify why he’s said it, but when the quiet settles, all you can see is red

“this is why i don’t tell you about these things,” you grit, trembling violently. “when i do, you say— say stuff that make me believe that you feel the same way i do when you actually don’t.

“and i hate you so much but in the end it’s all my fault because i’m the idiot who caught feelings for their best friend and—”

hyunjin doesn’t let you add anything else, because his lips are on yours and you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of him, him, him

the kiss doesn’t leave any room for doubt; he’s shaking, and his legs might give out, but he wants you to know that everything he feels is real

you’re both gasping for air when you pull away, but his hands still linger on your face and he traces the edge of your mouth, and you can do nothing but pull him closer by the waist

“still hate me now?” he asks, and you chuckle breathlessly, putting your forehead on his.

“yes, very much so,” you look at him tenderly, and he yelps when you pinch him gently, “this is all on you, y’know. if it weren’t for your godforsaken romcoms, we wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“but if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ended up with a boyfriend, amirite? ow, shit�� i’m kidding!”

bonus!

“oh, thank fuck,” felix exhales, looking through the windows one more time before ambling beside ryujin, who looks pleased with herself as she places her apron on the crook of her elbow. “so, spill: what did you tell hyunjin?”

she smiles, “i told him not to give up before he’s even tried anything; sometimes, there are people who are worth taking that risk for.”

just as felix is about to commend her for sounding the most wholesome he’s heard her, she adds: “and i threatened to revoke my tutelage—his ass is failing calculus so hard.”

#inkidz #skz #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #hwang hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin scenarios #stray kids oneshot #just when i thought i couldn’t get more inadequate i hit y’all with a bulletpoint fic 🤩#but pls let me know what you think of this! i’d be happy to read your thoughts !!

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narutowtfareyoudoing · 5 years ago

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Hello! Welcome to the world of Naruto imagines! Can't wait to see more stuff from you guys, I already love what I see haha ❤ anywho, could we pretty please get headcanons for how the sand siblings would handle falling in love with their best friend(the reader)? Like, maybe they aren't sure if their BFF could ever feel the same way, how would each of them handle that? Hide their feelings forever, or eventually tell them bc they can't take it, or what? Just want your HCs on the topic, thanks!❤

So I assumed it’s implied that their BFF also likes them back. Also I’m so sorry that this request is so old. My apologies.

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Gaara

Gaara treasures you in every meaning of the word. Besides Naruto and his own siblings you were one of the first people in the Sand Village to accept him, one of the first to congratulate him on becoming Kazekage.

He’s still getting used to his own emotions after years of being practically deprived of them so he was slow to realize his ever growing feeling for you until one day. Boom. Helplessly in love.

He’s tried to trace back to exactly when this happened but there’s no exact date

It could’ve been all those long hours you’d spend with him in the Kazekage office keeping him in good company.

Maybe it happened when you started bringing lunches to him and you’d have small little lunch dates.

Perhaps it was when you gifted him a small cactus for his birthday. It sat on the corner of his desk and served of a constant reminder that he had friends who cared about him.

Had it been even earlier than that? Could it have happened when you’d given him a hello hug?

Had it been the telltale love at first sight?

He’d likely never properly know.

And he’d certainly never tell you about it. He’d forever hold his peace on the subject. Uncertainty simply being to great of a risk to overcome.

He cared for you too much to ever run the risk of scaring you off. He’d come up with dozens of reasons to justify never telling you his hearts greatest desire.

He was the Kazekage and if you were to be with him that would make you a target, on top of that being the Kazekage ate up his life he simply didn’t have the time you deserved to give to you. He knew next to nothing about the world of romantic love and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to tend to you in the ways you would need. Emotionally and Physically.

The only person he’d ever breathed a word of his feeling for you to was Kankuro. He’d opened up to him when he didn’t understand what he was feeling and Kankuro had been the one to tell him he was in love.

And Kankuro knew something that was clear to nearly everyone else besides Gaara. You loved his back. It was so desperately clear, Kankuro would never understand how you two were so oblivious.

Kankuro wasn’t about to let the love of his little brothers life slip away and he knew there was nothing he could tell Gaara to convince him confess and certainly nothing he could do physically to make him tell you.

So Kankuro himself just told you.

Finding out Gaara was just as in love with you as you were with him made your heart sing and before you knew it your feet were moving.

It wasn’t unusual for you to visit Gaara in his office, the guards let you by without so much as a glance but it was however very unusual for you to just go in without knocking first.

The sudden intrusion startled him and left you a little flustered as you realized you’d barged in here without thinking of what to say.

His first reaction made sense, he stood up from his chair and asked. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “In danger?” “No.” “Do you require something?” “No.”

Every no just confused him even further as he stared at you and settled on being quiet, he sat back down slowly and patiently waited. Surely you’d tell him what was going on if he gave you the chance.

Your face got hot in the quiet as you desperately tried to think but the thumping of your heart weighed out any rational thoughts.

So without a plan you walked over to him.

He watched you with careful eyes, unsure of what had come over you, nothing dangerous but the look in your eyes and your flushed face left him grasping for answers.

He instead got a question as you rounded his desk to stand beside him.

“Wanna go on a date?”

It was all you could think of.

He stared at you wide eyed for a moment, for once his monotone stoic voice failing him. You were asking him on a date? Did that mean…?

You offered out your hand as your heart started to beat with panic instead of excitement.

He slowly reached over and took your hand in his as his answer since his heart seemed to be caught in his throat. His entire body felt warm in a way that was very different than the desert heat. He got up, paperwork completely forgotten and his undivided attention on you.

A rare smile slowly appearing on his face as you laced your fingers with his…and now maybe he could pinpoint when he’d fallen deeply in love with you.

Kankuro

Year’s of dealing with his once unstable little brother and the harsh demands of the Sand Village Shinobi would make one think that Kankuro was unshakable, that it would’ve given him nerves of steel and in battle there was no question about that. But here? Standing in front of your house? He could be mistaken for a quivering child.

His feelings weren’t new to him. He’d been aware of his ever growing crush on you for a long time now.

He hadn’t even been bashful about his flirting. He complimented and teased you nearly daily.

And every time you’d throw your head back and laugh, hit his arm and tell him cut it out between giggles.

Every time he’d join you in laughing but there would be a slight sting to his ego as you lightheartedly rejected his compliments.

He knew it wasn’t out of malice, outside of the battle field he wasn’t sure if you even had a mean bone in your body so he never pressed his compliments any further.

Until today.

He’d been out with Temari when he spotted you. Talking to a couple of nobody low level Shinobi…laughing…hitting their shoulders like you hit his and hopelessness wrecked his stomach.

“How many times have I told you that you’re not the only one who noticed that Y/N is a great catch?” Temari asked.

She knew she had to say something to light a fire under her brothers ass since he’d let all her friendly advise go in one ear and straight out the other. She sometimes wondered if there was anything in that head of his.

Her words turned the hopelessness in his stomach into pure and unbridled jealousy.

Left with no rational thoughts he marched over to you and threw his arm around your shoulders, demanding your attention.

You were happy to see him but a little wary of the attitude he seemed to be toting.

“Hey, Y/N I was just looking for you, come on.” He said completely ignoring the people you’d been talking to, trying to pull you away from them.

“Wow, it is important? I was talking to–” “Anything is more important than talking to these two punks.” He laughed.

But you didn’t find it funny at all.

You moved his arm from around you and shoved him off. “What’s your problem?” You demanded.

“My problem?” He scoffed. “I don’t have a problem! These two punks do! Can’t you see the way they’re looking at you? Come on, I know you’re not stupid.”

Embarrassed and angry you didn’t say anything. You just left.

There was that hopelessness. Back in full swing. Making him realize every jealousy fueled word he said was beyond idiotic…oh no, what’d he done?

“You know that was impressively stupid…did you think at all that entire time?” Temari asked. Making sure her brother got the message in case it had somehow escaped him how stupid he’d been.

It hadn’t escaped him at all.

The entire day his heart was dangling by his feet, any time he started to feel anything else his psyche reminded him of his mistake and a whole knew wave of distress would wash over him.

He tried to distract himself with work but only felt worse when he stumbled onto the puppet he was helping you build. It was crude at best and instead of a menacing face it had a goofy one you’d decorated with his purple face paint.

And as memories of your friendship were brought to the forefront of his mind he knew he couldn’t just sit around and risk losing his best friend.

So here he was, terrified of explaining himself to you. Terrified of not only losing a romantic relationship with you but maybe even your friendship.

He took a deep breath and knocked on your door but when you answered it his deep breath was shot right out of him, his confidence barely standing an inch tall. And all the words he’d thought of were gone.

“Wow, Temari was right, you look terrible.” You teased nodding a little.

“What?” He could’ve hit himself for such a dumbfounded response.

“Temari came by…said she couldn’t stand your loud melancholy moping any longer.”

And he froze up as he thought of all the things Temari could’ve told you. Was his secret out? Did you hate him?

“You know, usually you just ask a girl out on a date maybe get her some flowers. Being a tool isn’t really the best way to go about it.” And there wasn’t any anger in your tone, it was soft if not a bit teasing.

A smile grew on his face as he realized what you were saying. His heart racing and his confidence sky rocketing as he asked. “So dinner?”

Temari

How had this happened? One day you were her fellow Kunoichi, woman in arms, best friend and now…the love of her life?

It hit her like a kunai to the chest.

You two were just sitting in her room, painting each others toe nails, laughing and enjoying a room that wasn’t filled with testosterone.

It felt like a safe space where neither of you had to be tough to prove yourselves has hardened Kunoichi. You just got to be yourselves.

And who knew her better than you? No one.

You’d been best friends for what like felt like forever, you’d been there for her through everything. Someone she could count on and talk to no matter what. You’d just always been there with warm open arms.

All her secrets she knew were safe with you so when you asked the simple question. “Got a crush on anyone?” It shouldn’t have rocked her world the way it did.

She even laughed at the question at first. “I don’t know.” She giggled. “Come on, you’ve gotta have a crush on someone.” You further prodded

“I don’t even know if I’ve ever had a crush on someone, I’m way too busy with missions.” She insisted.

“So there’s no one that makes your heart skip a beat? No one that when you look at them the world gets quiet and it all makes sense? No one that makes you feel safe? No one you look at and go ‘Gods you’re a gift.’?” You teased.

She froze up as she thought through the questions and all the answers were the same: You.

You saw the way she froze up, words dying in her throat as she looked away from you. “You alright?”

You reached over to rub her shoulder but she hit your hand away. “Don’t touch me.” Her words were harsh and laced with venom.

“What?” “In fact get out, leave” “What?!” “I said leave!”

And so you left…unbeknownst to her you took her heart with you.

She felt psychically ill, her stomach ached and her head throbbed as she tried to make sense of all the emotions that clashed inside of her.

The clash of raw emotions however never had a victor as she swallowed down her feelings, refusing to be some fussy, dramatic teenage girl. No, never. She refused to be ruled by her emotions

The only way to keep her feelings from overwhelming her was to stay as far away from you as possible. Demanding Gaara change her mission partner from you to anyone else, dodging your favourite restaurant, the training grounds, anywhere you two had memories she refused to go.

But she couldn’t escape her own room. No matter how many missions she went on eventually she ended up at home. Where her heart ached.

She pushed it all down though, letting her stoic and cold shell keep her together…keep her safe from love and all it’s aches.

Or so she thought.

Who would’ve guessed that nail polish would be the rock hurtled at her that would shatter her glass exterior?

Painful tears gave her no choice as they rolled down her face as she looked at the last bits of chipped black polish on her toes. The last thing you two had ever done together.

Without you it felt like there was no one to turn too, no shoulder for her to rest her weary head, no warm inviting arms to hug her pieces back together…no you to speak of.

She couldn’t go to her little brothers. She was the oldest, she wasn’t supposed to break like this, she could never let them see her like this.

But after months of her heart suffering in silence it seemed Hellbent to be heard in the extreme.

It screamed memories at her, leaving her with no choice but to relive them. Memories of you two danced behind her eyelids like a movie she couldn’t turn off.

The time’s you’d put your life on the line for her during missions, when you’d cheered her on at the Chunin exams, the countless hours you’d spent in this very room, when you’d made her a little fan as a joke, your smile and your laughter tormented her aching heart.

But the last straw? The idea that there would be no future memories to make.

She’d lived though so much heartbreak. She’d watched her mother die, her father become a monster, she’d watched as Gaara had gone deeper and deeper into darkness and even as he’d changed and gotten better all this had left scars on her heart…she just didn’t want love to hurt her anymore.

It left her vulnerable and if she was vulnerable she could get hurt.

But where had this plan taken her? Her heart ached in a way it never had before, it cried out so loudly it practically deafened her.

She left her house, desperate to just make it all stop.

Blurred vision didn’t let her see where she was going but her feet carried her to the one place she knew she’d be able to feel better.

Her body practically slammed into the door as she lost sight of her footing, tears robbing her of any semblance of where she was.

Warm arms wrapped around her and there was no mistaking them, no mistaking your embrace.

You’d been so ready to yell at her the next time you saw Temari, give her Hell for everything she’d put you through but seeing her a crying pile at your door in the middle of the night? That all disappeared and all you wanted to do was hug your best friend.

In your arms her heart finally relented and let her feel what love can truly do: Heal.

It would be a long uphill battle but a spark of hope warmed her chest.

Maybe this love wouldn’t break her heart. Maybe love could be for her as long as she was with you.

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vergilthelibrarian · 5 years ago

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Muse.

Yandere!Taeyong x Male!Reader

So like tw for drugging. I got a spark of an idea and decided to write this ^^

I hope y’all like it

Taeyong stared at the canvas, sighing as he realized that he still suffered from an artist block. He scratched his head, pouting slightly. Maybe he needed to go out for some coffee, he thought to himself. He’s been locked up in his house for about 4 days now and he needed to go out. The reason why he’s been in his house for 4 days was well, because of art block.

Thinking it was a good idea to get a cup of coffee, he threw on a sweater, a pair of sneakers and headed out.

Taeyong Lee was an up and coming artist in the art scene of Seoul. He usually painted people in a multitude of scenarios and scenery. He was becoming rather popular to say the least and he had a deadline approaching for his new art exhibit. He just needed one more painted to finish his exhibit but nothing came to mind of what to paint.

Nothing.

He even searched up scenery online to get some inspiration but nada.

Taeyong was stuck and he needed to find a muse and fast.

As he walked to the cafe, he kept his eye out for anything that would spark his artistic streak. Anything that would make him want to drop everything and paint.

Seeing nothing, he gulped as he open the heavy door of the cafe, noticing how thirsty he was.

The cafe wasn’t full today, only 3 people sat at tables, one being a couple.

Taeyong walked up to the cashier and ringed the bell as no one was at the stand.

Hearing soft footsteps approaching, Taeyong’s breath hitched as he saw the most breathtaking man that, in his opinion, he has ever seen.

“Hi! How may I help you?” he asked and Taeyong blinked his eyes rapidly, his palms becoming sweaty.

“I-I uh-I” he stuttered which caused the barista to giggle.

Taeyong coughed.

“I’ll have a hot matcha green tea with a chocolate cake.”

“Will that be for here or to go?” “Here.” “Okay, coming right up!” and the man gave the black buzzer to Taeyong and then walked away to fix the order.

Taeyong grabbed the buzzer and took a sit.

He taking glances at the young foreign barista, realizing that at one point he was staring.

Taeyong always came to this cafe because the food and drinks were good but he has never saw this worker before.

He must be new here, he thought remembering that the place were hiring again.

He looked at his phone deciding to play a game instead of continuously glancing at the young worker.

A couple of minutes has passed, Taeyong felt the buzzer go off, signaling that his order was ready and he got up to get his order.

“Thank you.” he quietly said before turning around only to be stopped by a voice.

“Umm, I don’t mean to be rude but aren’t you Lee Taeyong?” He turned around, nodding his head.

“Y-yeah. How do you know that?” The barista laughed and Taeyong felt his heart skip a beat.

“Oh, well I was searching up about the art scene here in Seoul and came across your paintings on a couple of websites that conveniently also had a picture of you as well.” he answered, his cheeks heating up.

“Really now?” and the young man nodded.

“Mhm. I really like your work. It catches everyday life in a dreamy way.” and Taeyong smiled.

“Why thank you. Really. It’s always nice to get a compliment from someone as cute as you.” he blurted, cursing himself in his head.

The barista became bashful.

“I-I’m not cute.” he stuttered which caused Taeyong to shake his head.

“You’re stunning.” he responded back, an idea popping into his head.

“How about this, I’ll paint you and show you just how beautiful you are.” Taeyong had no idea where this confidence was coming from but he rolled with it mostly because in his mind he had found his muse.

“Um, o-okay.” the barista smiled shyly.

“Since you know my name, it’s only best if you tell me yours.” “I’m Y/n.”

~~ Taeyong stared at his phone.

He took deep breathes trying to gain the courage to call you over for the first day of him painting you.

He bit his bottom lip and pressed your name, hearing the ringing of the phone. You picked up after 2 rings.

“Hi Taeyong.” and said man let out the breathe he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Hey Y/n. You’re still coming over right?” “Yup! I’m putting on my shoes now.” “Okay. See you in a few.”

“Alright.” and you hung up.

Taeyong threw his phone onto the couch, sitting bedside it.

This was his last week before his deadline which was this Saturday. He needed to get a painting done now and he thought that you would be his best bet. He was stressed out but he had hope that you would make that change.

Rubbing his temples, his head whipped to the direction to the sound of knocking. Getting up, he walked to his door, opened it and smiled warmly.

“You made it!” and you giggled.

“Yeah. I got kinda lost on my way here though. I took the right train going the opposite direction but it’s all good.” you say.

Taeyong moved to the side and you took off your shoes. Once you put your shoes neatly to the side you looked around at the living room. Natural light was shinning into the space and paint splatter along with a few hand prints decorated the wall along with some classical paintings. It was very Taeyong in your opinion.

You took your book bag off and unzipped your sweater and Taeyong took them, hanging them both on the coat rack.

“Just take a sit on the couch.” he said before walking off to the canvas. You went through your book bag and took out a book.

“Is it alright if I read?” you asked and Taeyong smile.

“It’s fine.”

You took a seat on the couch and began reading your book. Taeyong started his painting, noting beautiful you looked.

~~ Taeyong had turned on some music, it was classical music but you didn’t mind.

You yawned here and there, covering your mouth when you did.

You didn’t know why you agreed to be painted by this handsome stranger but you didn’t really care either.

Just in case he turned out to be a psychopath though, you did tell your friends where you were going and who Taeyong was, some of them even making comments on how jealous they were that you were being painted by the handsome young painter.

As you read, your ears perked up and you looked up to see Taeyong getting up from his stool. He began walking to his kitchen and you, curiously, set you book marker into the book, set it down on the couch and got up to follow him.

“You’re hungry aren’t you?” he questioned and you nodded. You practically slept all day today, only waking up when it was time for you to get ready for your painting session so you didn’t ate today.

Going through his fridge, Taeyong took out some fruit.

Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and green grapes to be exact.

He cut up the strawberries and made you a fruit salad.

Handing you the bowl he took a grape and ate it, smiling at you once he was done chewing it.

“Thank you.” you said shyly and he chuckled.

“No problem. You’re my guest. I can’t have you starving now, can I?”

You 2 walked back to the living room and Taeyong sat beside you instead of sitting on his stool.

“I’m a bit curious about the book you’re reading. What is it?” “It’s called Tale For The Time Being.” “What’s it about?” “It’s about a girl who’s planning to take her life but before she does, she writes about her grandmother who was a Buddhist Monk. It’s really good.”

“Hmm.” he hummed.

Taeyong asked some more questions and you did the same with and before you both knew, you 2 were getting to know each other.

“Wait! You like bugs?” you asked in shock.

Taeyong laughed.

“Yeah haha! I have a beetle collection downstairs in my basement actually.” “Well, as long as you don’t have spiders, I’m good. I’m scared of spiders.” you shivered “Spiders aren’t insects though.” He told you about his pet frog to which he decided to get and show you.

“Aww~” you cooed. “He’s cute.” “His name Minho.”

The more you 2 talked, the later it got and soon it was time for you to leave which Taeyong hated. He wanted you to stay if he was being honest with himself but he had to let you leave.

“See you tomorrow at the same time?” you smiled which caused him to smile back at you.

“Yeah.

Taeyong stared at his ceiling.

Another day with you and he was ecstatic about it.

He believed in love at first sight and you were exactly that, love at first sight.

He dreamt of the 2 of you having a date, a picnic in a field of flowers.

It was the best dream he had in years but just like with any good dream was ruined by the crushing reality that he had 4 days to complete his painting.

Getting up, he went downstairs to check the painting.

He was surprised at how far he had gotten thinking that he may get down today if he was lucky.

Though that made Taeyong happy, he became slightly sad at the thought of you ditching him once he was done painting you.

A small voice in the back of his mind told him you wouldn’t do that but he couldn’t shake the fear of you leaving him forever.

You were foreign after all and though you were here in Seoul for college, you may leave and go back to your country one day and Taeyong couldn’t have that.

Running upstairs to his bedroom, he grabbed his phone and made a call.

You knock on the door, waiting patiently for Taeyong to open the door.

After a couple of seconds, the door opened and Taeyong smiled at you, saying hi and letting you in.

You repeated what you did yesterday, taking off your shoes, sweater and book bag. You took out your book and sat on the couch and began reading.

Taeyong took his spot and began painting.

Some hours passed as you read and once again you ears perked as Taeyong said, “You must be hungry. I’ll fix you something to eat.” and got up to go to the kitchen. You sat your book down but didn’t follow him this time, instead you went on your phone.

You heard footsteps a couple of minutes later and saw a bowl of fruit and a cup enter your vision.

“I gave you some orange juice since that’s all I had. I really need to go food shopping soon.” he muttered, taking a seat next to you.

You ate some fruit and took a sip of your drank.

“Sooo, you’re scared of spiders?” Taeyong brought up and you nodded.

“Yeah. I have a serious fear of them. I can kill the smaller guys with no problem but the bigger ones.” you shuttered. “Like tarantulas scare me!”

“Hmm.” he hummed. “I don’t think it’s right to kill them. They’re living creatures after all.” “But they creep me out! Seriously, I can’t even look up pictures of spiders without it freaking me out!” and Taeyong nodded.

“I get it. But who knows… Maybe you’ll get over your fear soon...” “Oh, I hope so. I’m tired of being scared of things that are actually afraid of me! It’s a bit silly when you think about it.” You took another sip of the orange juice.

“Are you done yet?” “Pretty much. Wanna see?”

“Of course!” you responded excitedly but for some reason, you were beginning to feel tired.

Getting up, you 2 walked over to the painting and the you gasped.

The painting was of you reading and though it was a simple painting, it was beautiful. Every little detail of you he got into the painting and your eyes welled up a bit.

Let’s just say you were a very happy customer.

“I… Taeyong wow… And in only 2 days? How?” “You’re my muse.” he answered and suddenly you were hit with a wave of grogginess.

“I-I need to sit down.” you said, stumbling over to the couch and sitting down.

You’re breathing became shallow and your eyes began to flutter and soon you were passed out.

Taeyong stared at your unconscious body and it laid on the floor, his eyes drinking in your figure.

He had tied you up in the basement of his house which thankfully, was sound proof.

He yawned a bit as he continue to stare at you.

He didn’t really think this through but was glad that he did it anyway.

Yes, you didn’t know each other well, but he knew that his feelings were real. He was in love and you were simply going to have to deal with it.

Once you began waking up, you blinked a couple of times, the light of the basement blinding your vision a bit.

As soon as you could see though, you met the brown eyes of Taeyong and when you tried to speak, your mouth was taped shut.

You tried to move but noticed that your body had been tied up.

Beginning to panic, you thrashed around only for Taeyong to stop you.

“Stop struggling Y/n. It’s no use really.”

You’re breathing became hard and quick.

“You know, even though I was popular with girls growing up, I always felt alone. Have you felt that way Y/n?” Your muffled cry filled the air as tears began forming in your eyes.

“I always wanted someone to love. Someone to love me, someone to heal me… I’m so broken Y/n, that’s why I paint.”

Taeyong crawled over to your body and grabbed your face, staring deep into your eyes, his head tilted.

“You… you bring light to my dull life and I can’t let you leave, no. I can’t.” he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “My friend Jaehyun gave me the drug that I spiked your drank with. I should thank him later...”

He let go of your head, gently placing it back onto the floor and got up.

He went to the back of the basement and opened a box that was on the floor. He picked up whatever it was, turned around and your eyes widen.

It was a goddamn tarantula.

You began panicking once more.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to see. Fear. I want to see the fear in your eyes. And I want to paint it.” He looked at the spider. “You’re probably wondering why I’m doing this. I’ll tell you. 1. I’m in love with you and 2.” he looked at you, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion. “You are my muse.”

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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ACH

Do you listen to anything by Bach? I’ve probably encountered some of his material since I like looking for classical musical playlists to listen to on Spotify, but I’m nowhere near being a devoted fan or anything like that.

ASH

Do you like ash trees? I’m not attached to any kind of tree, really – but I know I have nothing against this kind, haha.

Do you have the ashes of a family member or a pet? No. The only ashes I’ve gotten to encounter are my grandpa’s, but we’ve since placed them in our local ossuary so that he can rest in peace.

How often do you feel like you want to bash your head against a wall? Before September, quite seldom. But with this month being so turbulent, chaotic, and nothing like I expected it to be, seldom has turned into every day.

Has anyone ever thrown you a big birthday bash? Sure. I had a big party when I was 7 and I also had a nice slew of celebrations when I turned 18. But if you mean a surprise birthday bash then no, no one has thrown one for me.

Do you know anyone who is brash? I do, but fortunately I haven’t had to work with her for a while now. I certainly often felt annoyed when I used to have to.

Do you typically carry cash or a credit/debit card? OMG Y’ALL I finally opened my own bank account last Friday I’ve never felt so grown-up until now haha. My dad helped me set up my first card, which is a debit card. :)

Have you ever crashed someone else’s party before? No, that sounds so annoying omg. I’d never want to be known as a gatecrasher. I know I’d be pissed if someone showed up to any of my parties uninvited.

Have you ever been involved in a car crash? Yes but fortunately they’ve all been super mild ones. One of my biggest fears is getting involved in a car crash where things would be out of my control and becoming seriously injured, like if a drunk driver crashed into me or if a 12-wheeler loses its brakes and slams into my car or something. I think I’d live in resentment for the rest of my life if that sort of thing happened to me and still ended up alive.

Do you use Door Dash? I didn’t know what this is so I had to look it up, and even though we don’t have Door Dash we do have several apps that do exactly the same services.

How often do you use a dash in your writing? I like using them in more casual contexts like survey entries, personal essays, feature articles, etc. I avoid dashes in academic writing since dashes are not really the most formal of punctuation marks.

Last place you made a mad dash to? The car repair shop that my dad asked me to meet him at because his situation was a little urgent at the time.

Do you make it a habit to flash people? Oh wow, no I don’t. That’s one of the last things anyone can expect from me. I like wearing revealing or skin-tight articles of clothing, but that doesn’t mean I like giving absolutely everything away lol

Do you prefer flash or no flash on a camera? No flash, always. I hate the effect that flash does and I never go for it, unless I’m in an area where lighting is poor.

Is the Flash one of your favorite superheroes? No. I’m not very big on superheroes to begin with.

Do you use the phrase “I’ll be back in a flash”? Not really. I find myself using “I’ll be super quick” more, or using ‘jiffy’ instead of flash.

Have you ever had a gash in your head before? Anywhere else on your body? I sported a gash near my eyebrow once because of some cousin who tried to blind me by hurling a glass jar towards my left eye and just narrowly missing my actual eyeball. Now there’s a scar in its place. Currently, I have multiple gashes on my arms and legs because Cooper.

Do you like hash browns? They’re okay, but I can’t have them all the time because I find them way too greasy for my enjoyment.

Do you do hash? No.

How often do you use hash tags? Almost never, unless I’m fighting for a political cause like BLM or calling for free mass testing. Hashtags got real lame real quick when they started getting popular around 7-8 years ago.

Do you have long eyelashes? Yes, it’s my favorite feature of mine and I get compliments on them fairly often.

How often do you lash out at others? For what reasons? Not often, but when I do it’s almost always because I’m already buckling under immense pressure and probably have nowhere to release my stress onto. I don’t turn it into an automatic mechanism though, because I don’t want to make others feel like shit for things they didn’t do.

Do you like mashed potatoes? I enjoy them but they’re not really my favorite dish. I can do 4-5 spoonfuls of them before getting over them haha, like I can never seem to finish a serving of it.

Do you typically gnash your teeth together? No I HATEEEE the sensation and the sound that it makes. My sister grinds her teeth in her sleep and it drives me nuts whenever we’re on a family trip and we share a room.

Do you know someone who speaks balderdash? Sure.

What color is the backsplash of your kitchen? White.

Have you ever had any rashes before? What kinds? Yes. Back in high school I used to occasionally get a random itchy area on my leg and whenever I’d scratch it, it would turn into an ugly patch of rashes. I never figured what the condition was but I’m just glad it’s never happened again.

Do you typically make rash decisions? Sometimes. I really tend to impulsive. The last one I made was swapping a full-time job opportunity for an internship with much lesser pay. Even I was surprised by how quick I jumped into the latter, but I like the nature of the work of the internship SO MUCH MORE, and I dunno if I’ll be happy with what I would be doing in the full-time gig. Plus, internships here are never even paid ones, so the fact that they even offered to give me an allowance per day just goes to show how good the company I’m interning for is.

Have you ever worn a sash before? I probably have but I don’t remember what for anymore.

Do you often find that your personality clashes with others’ around you? Yes, but I’m also good at adjusting to all kinds of personalities so I’m not too bothered by the clashes.

Whose tires would you like to slash? Any racist’s tires, really.

Who would you like to smash with? No one at the moment.

What was the last thing you smashed out of anger? I don’t really tend to be violent when I’m angry. The last angry thing I did was to throw my head against a pillow, but that’s it.

Do you have a secret stash of something hidden anywhere? Nopes.

How often do you take out the trash? My parents prefer to do it so they don’t really ask us to.

Has anyone ever told you that you look like trash? Other than myself, no.

Do you like to splash in the pool, the bathtub, or in puddles? I wouldn’t call it my favorite thing to do; I hate the mess that it makes, ha.

Have you ever thrashed violently before? What was the cause? Yeah. I probably embarrassed my grandma for life when I did so, but it was when I had to be confined to the hospital and they needed to insert the IV thing on me. It sent me into the worst panic attack I’ve ever gotten and I ended up thrashing a lot and several people had to hold me down so that the nurse could stick the thing into my wrist.

Do you own and use an eyelash curler? No. Those make me cringe so bad...I hate how they get so close to the eyeball. Kate brought her makeup kit to school everyday and she always made me try to learn how to curl my own lashes, but it just made me feel so nauseated lol

Have you ever experienced backlash from others? A few times before.

Have you ever had whiplash before? Never.

ATH

Do you prefer a shower or a bath? Shower. Much more efficient. Baths are relaxing, but I don’t like how I end up bathing in what’s pretty much dirty water.

Have you ever given another person or an animal a bath before? I’ve only given Kimi a bath. I let my dad bathe Cooper since he’s too much of a handful for now, plus I think it’s fair if we bathe one dog each haha.

How good are you at math? I can answer advanced algebra, statistics, and geometry questions if you give me enough time to review and get reacquainted with the formulas, but I’m perfectly alright with no longer revisiting trigonometry and calculus for the rest of my life.

Do you feel like your life is on the right path? Career-wise it definitely is; I’m happy with the direction it’s going right now. Everything else seems so turbulent at the moment and I can’t say I’m happy.

Are there any bike paths or footpaths in your area? We have sidewalks, if they count.

Have you ever gone on the warpath before? Not really. I do get very angry with certain people if I think they’ve been behaving badly, but I rarely get confrontational.

Is there a birdbath in your yard? No, those aren’t common here at all. I’ve only seen those in cartoons, I think.

Have you ever had a footbath before? Nopes.

What’s the last thing you’ve had to deal with the aftermath of? I can think of one thing but it’s still pretty triggering so I don’t feel like bringing it up at the moment.

Have you ever witnessed a bloodbath? Thankfully I haven’t. I get so queasy when I see blood though; it’s so much better off this way because I wouldn’t be able to deal with one at all.

Are you a sociopath or a psychopath? Do you know anyone who might be? No lol. I don’t think I know of anyone who could possibly be either. I wouldn’t want to associate myself with one in the first place.

Who’s the last person that you faced the wrath of? Myself.

AMP

Do you have an instrument that you plug into an amp? Nope, I own 0 instruments.

When’s the last time you felt amped up? What was the reason? Thursday morning when I parked in front of the office I was gonna have my job interview in. I needed to hype myself up to feel confident so I spent a couple of minutes in the car pumping my chest and screaming and shit, lol

Have you ever gone to day camp or overnight sleepaway camp? No. My mom wouldn’t have allowed me as a kid.

When’s the last time you felt like a champ? It’s been a while. I haven’t exactly felt like I’ve been winning in anything.

Last time it was damp where you lived? This afternoon. It was really humid for a good few hours and then it ended up raining.

Weirdest place you’ve ever had a cramp? My index finger whenever I’d try to use chopsticks; and my toes when I hiked in Sagada. The toe cramps were so bizarre I was actually laughing-crying the whole time the tour guide was treating me; my dad was taking photos of me too loooooool

Do you refer to your grandfather as “Gramps”? No. I call both of them Lolo, which is our local version of Grandpa.

Have you ever worn a headlamp before? No, I’ve never really had to.

Do you have a ramp anywhere in your house? I don’t think so, no.

Has anyone ever called you “scamp” before? No.

How many lamps are in the room you’re in? How many are actually turned on? There is one lamp, and it is currently turned on.

Do you stamp your feet when you are angry? It doesn’t tend to be a behavior of mine, no.

Last time you used a postage stamp? Not sure...grade school, probably? I never used those a lot.

Are there streetlamps on your street? What time do they turn on? Yep. I don’t keep track of their schedule but a safe guess would be either 6 or 6:30 PM.

Last place/area that you wanted to revamp? My room.

Do you know anyone who is a tramp? No.

Have you seen Lady and the Tramp before? Not the full movie but I’ve seen a lot of excerpts from watching Magic English as a kid.

Do you know anyone with a “tramp stamp”? I don’t think so.

AWK/AULK/ALK

Is the squawk of certain birds annoying? Which ones? I’ve never found any of them annoying, but maybe that’s also because there aren’t a lot of different birds flying around where I live.

Do you prefer hawks or falcons? And…why? I don’t have a preference; I’ve never encountered either.

Has anyone ever watched you like a hawk before? That sounds a little creepy and I wouldn’t want to know if anyone has.

What was the last thing you used caulk on? I’m almost positive I’ve never handled that, haha.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#survey #surveys

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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Dressed Up

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x female! reader

Warning: curse words, reader being cringy

Specifics: comedy, fluff, romance, pictures, one-shot, self-conscious reader, insecure reader, race neutral reader

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers

Words: 1,835

Requested: By anon Hello! It's the au anon here again lol. I wasn't aware of that so thanks for replying! <3. Then could you write one where reader likes Yon-rogg but isn't aware that he likes her too bc he's like a god (in her eyes) and there's no way someone like him would even notice smn like her. Thank you <3

Authors Note: again sorry i dont do au’s and sorry for taking a lifetime to write this. i feel like im always saying that but i mean it everytime. i am grateful for you guys being patient it means a lot and just thank you guys for still supporting my blog and reading my trash. so enjoy some sarcastic carol and a shopping spree nobody asked for.

You stared from afar from your side of the training base. Your head leaning against your palms, daydreaming. Wishing. Just wishing he could take one glance your way.

You all had just finished another lesson. Another lesson to which you stumbled a little at your teacher, Yon-Rogg, but only because he placed his hands on your waist to teach you a move.

“Whats wrong little lady?” Vers stopped by, your best friend sitting beside you sweating. “You seem out of it today.”

“Its nothing, really.” As you said this your eyes made contact to Yon-Rogg bending down to pick up his towel. You bit your lip and did not blink once!

Vers hummed to herself, “oooooooooooooooh I see.”

“See what?”

“His as*! No I’m just playing with you. No I see that you like the man.”

You didn’t even try to fight. You shrugged and shook your head, “yeah Vers but think about it. This godly delicious creature of a man even looking at moi! I don’t think so...at all. He’s him and I’m,” you gulped and took a glance at yourself. “Well you get the picture.”

“Y/n don’t worry, the best thing about being in a relationship is being yourself. You have to be truthful.”

“I can’t Vers, I just can’t. I mean I want to be truthful but with him its just different.”

Vers took a hold of your hand, “no woman should have to disguise themselves to deserve love. You are beautiful enough, you are smart enough, you are enough.”

You chuckled, “thanks...my hero.”

Vers giggled and jokingly wiped non existent tears, “girl, I am flattered. Just keep the compliments going, we got time.”

“-But I need to do this another way.”

Vers mentally slapped herself on the face, “so what, all that pep talk went straight through one ear and entered out the other?”

“Yep, and I’m gonna need your help!”

Vers gave a face of disgust. “Oh shi* I don’t like the sound of that.”

You and Vers entered your room, tired, worn out from all the-

“I can’t believe you just dragged me to go on a shopping spree with you,” Vers whined as she dropped herself on your bed.

You hauled all the bags on your table and slumped on your chair, “I can’t believe I wasted that much money.” You and Vers laughed hard.

“Well I see that this is my leave so good luck in all your sexiness and yeah-”

Clutching onto her sleeve you gave her a death glare as you glanced up, “I am not done with you yet.”

“God okay woman. What else do you want me to do? Wipe your as*.”

“Haha very funny,” you sarcastically answered. “No I need help with my outfit.”

It felt like it took forever! Your makeup was glamorous, making you look like a model, no a goddess! You put on jewelry, keeping it simple but sexy. The hoop earrings dangled lightly atop your shoulders, just grazing the skin from time to time as they twirled from your movement. You added a blinged up choker, it wasn’t too tight but just enough to look almost attached to your skin. You slipped on your tight outfit and had some skin showing. Last but not least you applied some lip gloss on your lips. The shimmer making your lips irresistible. You put your heels on and called out to Vers, “okay I’m finished...close your eyes.”

You peeked and saw she was listening to orders, “good.” You jumped out and yelled, “ta-da!”

Vers opened her eyes and gasped, “oh my god! Y/n you look super hot! Yes, get it girl! You got this!”

You twirled around and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You enjoyed what you saw in the reflection but you wondered if Yon-Rogg would like what he sees.

“So you like it?”

Vers hugged you and nodded, “I do, but I always like the real you more, but its nice for a change. And also who said it was bad for a woman to wear makeup? I mean men can get all hot and whatever from time to time, well then so can us girls!”

You smiled and thanked Vers walking out to go see Yon-Rogg.

He was by himself in the cafeteria, writing and just focused. Seeing that there was no one there you felt nervous and was about to dart back to your room when your heels alarmed him and he called out to you.

“Hi there, sorry if you’re doing something, I can come back another time,” you bashfully looked away from him. He wasn’t saying a word and thats when you peered at his face, you could see he was speechless. His mouth was opened just a bit.

“Sorry,” he apologized blushing a little. “Please if you would like to, you could sit here.” He pointed to the seat in front of him. You nodded and almost ran to the chair but kept your cool.

Now Yon-Rogg got a really good look at you. “May I just say, you look exquisite this evening y/n.”

“Thank you, Commander.”

“Please call me Yon-Rogg...I bet it sounds way better coming out of your lips.”

You laced your fingers together, feeling the aura heating up. The setting becoming a flirtatious one, “alright then, Yon-Rogg.”

He giggles and nods, “well, I was right.”

“So what are you writing?” You asked as you motioned your head to the paper that sat in front of him.

“Its a summary of how everyone today did in their training. Things they need to work on, progression.”

You slumped in your chair out of frustration, “oh that is not good.”

“What?”

“Oh I was talking about me. I did kinda fail today.”

Yon-Rogg focuses on you instead of the paper and grabs your hands, “let me ask you something y/n, did you try today?”

You were quick with an answer, “of course Comman- I mean Yon-Rogg. Of course I tried, I always try.”

Yon-Rogg leaned back in his seat, “see there, thats all you can do. Try. Thats all that matters to me, when I look at you all I want to observe is that you are trying. And thats what I always see with you.”

“Well its all thanks to you, I mean if you hadn’t shown us what a incredible leader you are and encouraged me then we probably would be having a different conversation right now but you only teach me good qualities.”

Yon-Rogg gave a charming smile, “may I ask, why are you so dressed up today?”

You almost choked on air and gripped tightly the table. “Um I was just going for a walk.”

Yon-Rogg looks below the table and sees your high heels, “in those?”

You changed your composure quickly, knowing you sounded dumb. You tried to show more of your physique. Displaying your breasts and popping out your butt. You puffed your lips out more and nodded, “yeah these shoes help tone the legs real nice for you, you tough man.”

You were losing control of yourself. You were trying to flirt but it was not working, flirting was not in your DNA. Yon-Rogg gave a look of curious.

Next, you tried to grab his pen and put it in your mouth but you dropped it and as you were picking it up you bumped your head against the table.

“Are you alright?” Yon-Rogg asked very worried.

You touched your head and only winced lightly, “yeah I’m fine...baby.” You tried to bite his pen sexy but you ended up gnawing it leaving a dent.

You were just done. You were embarrassing yourself and you could tell by Yon-Rogg’s face that he was weirded out as well.

“I’m sorry this was a mistake.” You tried to stand up quickly but wearing your heels made you trip and fall into Yon-Rogg’s arms. He was there to catch you. You held onto his biceps for support and looked up to be so close to his handsome face.

“H-hi there,” you stuttered as you were so bashful at the moment.

“Tell me the truth y/n. Why did you dress up like this tonight?”

“Fine, I wanted to impress you. Well not only that, there is like a long list so you might be here for a while its just, I like you a lot Comm- gosh sorry I keep doing that I mean Yon-Rogg. I like you a lot but not as in a way of friends or like wow you are my leader I like you a lot even though yes thats true I just don’t like you as a friend, I mean I do but-” You took a huge breath and calmed your nerves. “Let me start over. I want to see if you would like to go on a date, that offer still stands but I knew you probably did not like the other me. The less glamorous me. I mean you have made such an impact on not just me but to all of Kree. How could someone like that date someone like me? I just wanted to be better for you, but I ruined it.” You looked down ashamed and disappointed with yourself.

Yon-Rogg was silent but lifted your face with his forefinger and thumb. “None of those things you said about yourself is true. You did not have to do anything to prove your worth to me. Don’t get me wrong I love this look but I also love who you really are. You are more than what you think. I ask myself how could someone so beautiful, so daring, so amazing go out with a guy so serious and who keeps his emotions hidden. I tried to do that with you y/n, but you are truly something else. I can’t keep what I feel for you hidden anymore. I love you y/n. I truly mean that, and you don’t have to show me you are capable of great things I can already see it when I look at you.”

You crashed your lips against his and laced your fingers into his hair. “Thank you Yon-Rogg.”

“Never gets old.”

You two were about to walk side by side together as now a couple when he stopped you. “Before we move any further can we please get rid of these wretched shoes. I mean they are sexy on you but these guys are a bit rough.”

You let go of the breath you were holding in, “oh my gosh yes please I thought you would never say that.” You took your shoes off and held them in your hand.

“But I do like this on you,” Yon-Rogg said about your outfit, feeling over the material and tracing his hands on your butt. “Can you wear this more often please?”

You laughed as you walked hand in hand with him, “I don’t know, I have to think about it.”

“Oh you naughty girl, I see you like to play dirty. Fine two can play that game.”

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dokidoki-tae · 6 years ago

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thank you for doing the maid ask!! if it's not too much trouble can you also do la squadra'' general reactions about having a maid (she can see stands but doesn't have her own) and risotto dealing with his feelings for her? the maid is clumsy and silly but she cares deeply about each member and tries to make sure they're happy and safe

This got pretty long haha. But it was fun to write!

Risotto: He left his team to their own devices and didn’t intervene when they were deciding on hiring a maid. He didn’t expect it to last long, and they knew what they had to tell her if she were to work for them. When she started working there, they crossed paths a few times, she always greeted him with cheer and he responded with silence. It never deterred her from greeting him each time. The first time he spoke to her was when Formaggio was bombarding her with questions after questions about her romantic life. He’s a man who values privacy, even for normal citizens, so he stepped in and stopped him. He would notice the little things she would do around the base and greatly admire her attention to detail and thoughtfulness. There has been a higher success rate lately, and he wonders if it has to do with her as a boast of morale. He saw her more frequently when she knocked on his office door for the first time. “Signore Risotto, I made some coffee, would you like some?” He agreed and since then she would always bring him a cup. During these exchanges, they exchange only a few words or two. At some point, he finds it hard to drink another’s coffee as he grew to love the way she made his. The next time, he got to speak more than two words to her was when he heard Ghiaccio berating her in the kitchen. Risotto had not slept in three days and his head was throbbing, so Ghiaccio’s yelling was not helping his mood. He stepped out and ordered him to leave. He couldn’t leave the maid in such a state and lead her back to his office. (Damage control) This is the first time Risotto got to know her and realized why some of his team was slowly growing fond of her. He apologized on Ghiaccio’s behalf but she shook her head, saying Ghiaccio was right because she can be careless. Risotto listened to as she spoke softly about her clumsy performance and how she’s grateful they had given her a chance, the softness of her voice acting as a sleeping agent. She laughs quietly when she notices he had fallen asleep.

Over time, Risotto spoke more to her, asking her how her day way when they cross paths, a huge change from before. He sometimes pulls himself away from work and sits in the living room to talk to her about how the team is frustrating him. One night, he dreams about her and making love to her. He wakes up in a cold sweat, upset by a very human desire he thought he suppressed long ago. When he gets lost in thought and lets his guard down, he thinks about holding her and how her lips would feel against his and wonders how his name would sound as he makes love to her. Ever thought only causes him to grow more and more angry at himself, and he ends up being cold to her. She deflates when Risotto orders her to leave him be, but she complies. Over time, she goes into his office and apologizes for being so clumsy and careless and nosy (thinking this is the reason Risotto is avoiding her). He can’t stand hearing her voice crack as she tries not to cry and stops her. “I can’t let you continue. I should be apologizing for my childishness. It’s just…I have grown fond of you, and I’m having difficulty understanding what I should do.” He had to put it all out there to clear things up. He watched, slightly amused, as she slowly began to process what he said and turn red. She couldn’t form a proper sentence. Risotto noticed her lips move and sound come out her lips but couldn’t hear what she was saying. “Speak up,” he instructed. “I’m fond of you too,” she said, quiet as a mouse. Risotto knew he had to work these feelings out and ignoring them has only made him grow restless. Knowing she shares similar feelings, he hopes they can talk and see if they could help each other out.

When Risotto shows her his stand for the first time, she takes them into her palms and coos at them like they’re babies. “They’re so cute, Risotto~ Just like you~” He raises an eyebrow. “Cute?’ She nods confidently. “Super cute.” She brings them closer to her face and watches them reach out to her, and she’s sure she can hear them say her name. She starts to make kissing noises, and Risotto can’t help but chuckle at her behavior.

Prosciutto: At first, he was against the idea of hiring a maid and having some random person snooping around HQ. But Formaggio, Gelato, and Melone went ahead and hired one anyway. He was pretty annoyed by her clumsiness at first, ordering her to not touch anything fragile. He softened up when he saw her go through the efforts of sewing one of Pesci’s jumpsuits despite poking her hands several times. She does help relieve him of some chores around the house despite how clumsy she could be. He is worried she will be a bad influence on Pesci as she encourages his “mammone” behavior. Though, he hopes having a woman around will control his teammates and maybe encourage them to be a little more hygienic. She got to meet his stand and was more in awe than scared. She tried to poke its eye before Prosciutto stopped and scolded her.

Pesci: He enjoys talking to her because she always listens to him with a smile. She doesn’t judge or criticize his timid personality like the other. He sometimes confides in her about things, how he doesn’t feel manly enough. She cheers him on and tells him he’s plenty manly, just in his own way. When she discovers she could see stands, she asks Pesci to see his. He feels embarrassed because it’s not as cool as the others. But she’s still impressed. One time, she brought a toy fishing rod and said, “Pesci, look! I have a stand!” He was flattered and thought it was cute.

Formaggio: Fantasized that she would be wearing one of those frilly maids outfits and was disappointed when she showed up in what were basically scrubs. It wasn’t sexy at all. Nonetheless, he badgered her with questions about her relationship status, and she couldn’t help but laugh at how eager he looked when she said she’s single. Eventually, Risotto came out of his office, saw what was going on, placed his hand on Formaggio’s head, and used his strength to push Formaggio’s head down. “I’m sorry my friend has been bothering you. I’ll send him away so you can do your job.” Formaggio eases up and becomes pretty friendly with her. He complains about all the people who’ve rejected him, and she gives him advice on how to talk to women. Formaggio actually blushes when she gasps in amazement when she sees his stand. He becomes bashful and rubs the back of his head. “Little Feet is pretty cool, huh?” and she nods her head furiously

Illuso: He spies on her after he finds out the others have hired her. After finding out she’s harmless, he doesn’t make much of an effort to communicate with her unless he’s being harsh and lecturing her for breaking one of their cups. usually he leaves Prosciutto to lecture her, threatening to take it out of her paycheck, but lately, he’s been lenient, so he takes it upon himself. When he does, she looks like a kicked puppy, and the others are glaring at him and that’s the last time she does it. He watches her constantly especially when the others are gone to do other things. He doesn’t mind her, but he doesn’t get why others like her. But he starts to notice the little things she does around the base that are pretty considerate. She arranges things the way Prosciutto prefers and folds clothes the way Ghiaccio prefers, she cleans the mirrors in his room with delicacy even when she’s clumsy. He can’t help but soften up around her. He introduces his stand to her, and she calls it a muppet. He mopes in Mirror World the whole day.

Melone: He’s one of the people responsible for finding and hiring her. Unlike Formaggio, he’s not disappointed despite her plain, modest uniform. He questions her eagerly about her healthy, birthday, favorite position. She stupidly honest but shies away from her favorite position part. Melone is surprised and confused by her because she’s the aggressive and defensive type, which he mostly encounters when he asks invasive questions. Her honesty attracts him and finds himself wanting to be around her. When he encounters her clumsiness, he tells her not to feel bad and to just keep on doing her job. He doesn’t really care if they pay her to just sit around and watch tv or eat dinner with them; he just wants her company. He shows her his stand and watches as her eyes widen and her lips form an “o.” She’s examining it and compliments it. She asks what it can do. “Create life” is all he says. He can’t find it in himself to explain how it all happens. He fears that she will hate him if she knew.

Ghiaccio: He’s indifferent at first about hiring one. “As long as they stay out of my way and doesn’t talk to me, I don’t care.” He does because the first few times she’s there, he evaluates her job performance. She’s pretty good at cleaning but is careless! He yells at her the first time she broke a wine glass which ends with her bursting into tears. Risotto was the only one home and ends up having to come out of his office, visibly annoyed, and orders Ghiaccio to leave the base and cool his head. Ghiaccio storms out as Risotto tries to (awkwardly) comfort the crying maid, leading her into his office. Over time, Ghiaccio grows to tolerate her presence and clumsiness. When she experiences one of his rants for the first time, she stares at him in confusion. He barks, “WHAT?!” due to her staring. When she asks why he’s so mad, he explains the stupidity of idioms and figures of speech. She listens to him and looks more passionate as he goes on. She validates his feelings, agreeing with him about how figures of speech make no sense. He’s startled by how she embraces his point of view and grows to like her. He’s smug when he activates his stand only for her to ask him to meow like a cat.

Sorbet: He didn’t want a maid at all. Why do they have to pay someone to clean the base when Prosciutto can do it? When Prosciutto hears this, they nearly get into a fight. Upon meeting her, he tells her he is not paying her. Gelato steps in to reassure her that she will be getting paid. Over time, he appreciates her presence. She’s pretty damn normal compared to anyone else in that damn base, appreciating how grounded she keeps Gelato. He enjoys seeing Gelato animated when he talks to her about random things. The others tend to just roll their eyes when Gelato talks about movies or music he likes, and Sorbet is the only one who’d listen. Now this maid is here and listens and converses with him, and it makes Sorbet happy.

Gelato: Gelato was one of the ones who found, interviewed, and hired her. He knew she would be great the moment he looked into her eyes. There was so much life and warmth in her eyes, it made him smile ear-to-ear. He thought it would be fun to hire and be around someone who had no ties to the mafia world. He often helped her as she cleaned which ends with her shooing him away and telling him that it’s her job to clean. Gelato has a lot of demons inside of him and ends up using her as a sort of therapy. She never has any advice to give, often ending with her tearing up after hearing about their hardships. Gelato respects that she actually listens and doesn’t simply tell him to drink until he’s numb. He accompanies her to the store to buy groceries for the base, and they end up talking about relationships. He teasingly asks her, “Do you find any of my teammates attractive?” as she turns a deep red and turns her face away from him out of shyness.

#risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #illuso #melone #ghiaccio #sorbet #gelato #jojo hcs #my writing #Anonymous

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msbeccieboo · 6 years ago

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Arrow 7x15 brain dump

Oh my gosh this episode was an absolute gift!! Especially after the news we got last week, this fluffy beast of an episode could not have come at a better time (for me, at least)! I’m not sure if part of the reason I enjoyed it so much was that we didn’t really see it coming? I thought it would be sort of a filler episode that we typically get around this point in a season, that the OTA snippets we saw in the trailer would be about it, but boy was I wrong hahaha!! I am still a mess! There is so much to unpack here, I can’t form fully cohesive thoughts still, and this is shaping up to be another whopper, sorry 😬😬😬….

Olicity

Fresh off the pregnancy reveal to Oliver from last week, our ship is still a-sailing!! The heart eyes are back, the eye contact full-stop is back, the supportiveness (”We’re a team, too” “Always”😭😭😭) , the united front. The little touches are getting there (we’re working up to that sex scene, I can feel it 🤞🤞🤞). Oliver even looks better in this episode!! Now, this could be the SCPD-issue tight t-shirt (it’s certainly not the hair), or just his more all-round peaceful demeanour that he seems to have achieved through baby/Felicity joy.

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We got so much Olicity this week! Multiple times! Olicity, all the time! The first proper Olicity scene, has Oliver being all Zen-like over the SCPD set-up, meanwhile, Felicity already knows it’s gonna be a shit show. Our girl is a genius, what more needs to be said? Turns out Oliver is so gung-ho with the SCPD because he wants to do everything he can to make their city a safe place for “our baby” (complete with little adorable smile) HCOJIDNFJKDNVJBDBV!!! This scene also has Oliver offering to make food for our starving/nauseous pregnant Felicity (squeeeee) and a DOUBLE KISS!!!!

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Then we got a scene with an increasingly-frustrated Oliver (the Zen didn’t last too long) over the aforementioned inevitable SCPD shit show. Where Felicity got to give a pep-talk resulting in this delightful exchange:

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We got the eyes, the compliments, THE MINT CHIP!! Scenes out of fanfic have arrived people!! We see that Felicity has been busy getting the Arrow Cave back up and running, and we get some quality Green Arrow/Overwatch comms action too!!

Then, we get the absolute heart-warming/breaking scene at the end of the episode, which again the fandom could have written for us!! Felicity is adorably checking out her non-existent bump, asking Oliver if she’s showing, to which he wisely says no 😂 Then they talk about baby names!! Who would have thought this day would come??!?!! Oliver is adorable in offering up the name Mia, as many predicted, in tribute to Moira. I loved how Felicity had a far-away look in her eye, describing the name as “sweet and fiery” (well we got fiery, and a little bit of sweet haha). Oliver just made me weep in his earnestness and sincerity here; all he wants is to make his children’s lives better than his has been.

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Then they lament how the children will “always have each other and they’ll always have us”. Well if that didn’t shoot me straight in the gut!! Because we have seen the future and 😭😭😭 *ugly sobbing ensues*.

Flash Forwards

These just keep getting better and better. I know they’re still a bit divisive, but I’m seeing more and more people squeeing along with the likes of me at them haha!! This week focused entirely on William and Mia (YAAAASSSS), and sees them at the Star City Bazaar doing a spot of Antique shopping, namely looking for a cassette player to play their “old tape from the 80s” 😂😂😂. Wow, way to make me feel ancient lol. Will being the naïve cupcake that he is, bungles the transaction leaving Mia to go and beat up the vendor. I loved seeing William hold her back, hilarious! SO MUCH OLIVER!! This is something Will tells her after, and it absolutely devastated me (and Mia, by the looks of her reaction) that she didn’t know the iconic “You have failed this city” line. How is this not a thing of legend in Star City??? The answer to that hurts me too much so I will skip over for now!

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Anyway, thanks to William’s techy genius (“like, literally” 😍 he is such a mini Felicity), they manage to cause a distraction, allowing Mia to knock out the vendor and for William to get the tape player. That’s team work, guys! Bonus lolz to Will’s saccharine “thank you” as he walks off 😂 Back at Mia’s base they eventually decide to play Felicity’s tape (“What are you waiting for?” “I dunno, what are you waiting for?” I STAN THESE SIBLINGS SO HARD) And then here is where I died. Firstly, Will’s nerves at hearing Felicity’s voice after 20 years 😭, Mia’s reassurance that they will listen together, and then Felicity’s message itself.

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Felicity is alive bitches!! After a delightful Felicity-ramble, she apologies to them both for keeping them apart, stating that “We did it because we love you” WE!!! Present tense!!! Oliver lives too!!! This is my happy place and I am staying here for as.long.as.I.possibly.can.

She then directs them to give the team some coordinates then get the hell outta Star City. I loved how there was no deliberation at all from the siblings, “So we’re ignoring her?” “Definitely”. And they’re off to The Glades...duh duh duuuuuhhhhh!!!

OTA/Delicity

OTA is well and truly back this episode, following Dig’s apology last week. There wasn’t masses of Diggle in this episode, and that is one thing I would have liked to have seen from this episode, but to be fair we have been so well fed that I will not complain!!

They told dig!!!!!!

Dig can tell that there is something Olicity aren’t telling him, and the kind of bashful joy on Oliver’s face is just so beautiful and heart-warming!

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Dig is so pleased for them!! I love Uncle Dig! And as always Uncy John has some sage advice for our OTP. He tells them that in order to clean up the city for their family, without sending Oliver back to the Big House, that they have to find another way. This is a motto that Arrow lives and dies by, but it felt all the more poignant here for some reason, maybe because OTA were finally coming back together? Maybe because we’re aware now that the team as we know it is soon going to drastically change? Maybe because the fracking show is ending soon HFDOVHUIERGBVSDVIFDVJDSHVODNVKODW!!! Anyway, I had feelings about this whole scene (cue Beccie in floods of tears, again). *whispers I would’ve really liked a hug here ok*

As if that beautiful OTA scene wasn’t fabulous enough, we got bonus Delicity!! I think this was so needed, given their particular distance so far this the season. Dig is still kissing arse a little bit (rightfully so), and not only offers felicity some sweets to help her morning sickness 😍 but offers her some reassurance that she’s got this. “You were absolutely amazing out there, your tech was phenomenal”. My Delicity heart is soaring!! He goes on to point out just how brilliant her security system is (extra kudos for Felicity shading Curtis lol), and that it could be the basis for something much bigger….Smoak Technologies anyone??

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Team Arrow/SCPD storyline

The training montage at the start of the episode was everything!! Felicity’s in particular facial expressions were absolutely hilarious; the utter horror of not being able to hack, and using outdated computer systems were just delightful! Even Wild Dog got a quality quip in there about having their own uniforms.

I really wasn’t looking forward to this aspect of the episode, as I just find the whole SCPD angle annoying and ridiculous this season. Luckily, this episode was a means to an end, and finally addressed the problematic nature of mixing the Police with the Vigilantes in this way.

The SCPD didn’t seem to want to learn anything from Team Arrow. Where is the sense in having these people join the force if they aren’t going to provide some unique skills and training? And the first thing they do is strip them of their weapons and their suits (ahh, if only literally….*ahem*). They do have a point when it comes to gathering evidence legally, not using coercive ‘interview’ techniques and so on, but presumably, by some kind of TV magic, they were able to successfully convict plenty of criminals caught by Team Arrow previously…so what has changed?

The evil little Mayor keeps popping up this season, trying to undermine the Team. Oliver never seemed to have this much clout with the SCPD when he was Mayor Handsome. So why does Mayor Tiny spend so much time there? Clear off! Her interference, and the apparent loss of Dinah’s cry, leads to Dinah having a crisis of confidence, briefly picking the SCPD over the Team. Wild Dog gets all up in her face with a sense-making motivational speech, which he seems to be doing a lot of this season…who knew he had it in him?? Anyhow, Dinah eventually comes to terms with losing her cry, and decides to continue being the Black Canary. This plot point seemed superfluous to me. Sara nor Laurel had a meta-cry, and they turned out alright as Canaries…..wait….never mind. If only they had some friends with medical and meta-human expert knowledge and technology (looking at you Larry)?!?!

Anyway, I enjoyed the twist that Team Arrow had actually been working with the SCPD during the final mission scene, following Dig’s advice that they needed to become ‘something else’. DD blackmailed dirty Mayor tiny into giving Team Arrow free-rein under the SCPD umbrella still, and repealing the anti-vigilante law. Yay team Arrow!! No more SCPD storyline! All’s well that ends well!

Black Siren/Emiko

I think they took up an acceptably small portion of the episode, and it was just about enough for my liking. This reaffirmed that I only really care about BS when she’s in scenes with Felicity, but it was nice seeing her try to do the right thing with solving Diaz’s murder. As many predicted, Emiko killed Lizard Boy, as she is working for Dante. Even doing this didn’t endear me to Emiko any more I’m afraid. I just don’t care about her, sorry. The showdown between BS and Emiko has potential to be interesting, and could lead to conflict between BS/Felicity/Oliver/Emiko in coming episodes, but my babies don’t need any more conflict, just let them be pleeeaaaase!!

The surprise that no one saw coming (I didn’t see anyone call it; well done Boss Beth!), was the appearance of baby Bronze Tiger, Connor ‘Hawke’ Turner. Connor Hawke from the FFs is Bronze Tiger’s son, adopted by Dig and Lyla?!?!?! Fab idea, writers! This likely means that Ben Turner is going to die imminently, which is such a shame because he had so much potential in the prison arc!! I loved seeing him again in this episode!

Looking ahead

THAT TRAILER GUYS!!!!! MSDOI;’#GFHGSD;VNSD’K[GSDJVANVNFDK!!!!!!! I was not ready. None of us were ready it seems!!! We’re gonna see Mia’s birth this season!!!! Oliver will be there!! There’s a photo of Olicity and baby Mia!!!! AAAAAAAAAGHGHAGHAGHAGHA!!!

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The Team is back!! But now we see this joint ‘black ops’ type scenario joining Team Arrow and the SCPD together, along with the repealing of the Anti-Vigilante law, the landscape isn’t tying in with the FFs. How do we get to the point where Vigilantes are utterly outlawed and hated by society, when they have done so much to help the city over the years? What changes? Is this why Oliver is ‘gone’? Why Felicity appears to have to give birth to Mia in some abandoned farmhouse somewhere? Where Mia has to be kept hidden? Where Mia and William can’t know of each other’s existence, or be spoken of in the same sentence (seriously….the TEARS!!)? Where Mia can’t even go by the name Queen for her own safety? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!! I think Emiko could be at the bottom of this somehow. She’s literally doing nothing else interesting.

Either Oliver and Felicity, or Rene and Dinah must be on the outs from the Team soon, to explain the latter’s unawareness of Mia. Could this be this why only Rene and Dinah have been set up in the FFs so far, because this is the only place we will see them next season? (Assuming they are coming back for S9).

I am so unbelievably excited for next week now. It’s gonna be dark, I know, but I’m hoping we get a decent amount of questions answered, and see Future Felicity and Diggle!! (I’d love to see future Oliver, but not holding out hope for that just yet). I was looking forward to the all-future episode anyway, as I’m living for Mia and William right now, but now??? Bring.it.on!

As always, huge thanks to the amazingly talented gif-makers in our fandom. Kisses and jazzy-hugs all round 😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗

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lapuswolf · 5 years ago

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Skylanders Prompts 1

Day One: Questioning (This isn’t really “struggling” about something, but I thought this would be cute anyways. Also I’m going to try and connect all the prompts, like one long continuous story)

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Warning: Small language and long post. (I’m on mobile so I can’t change it..)

Blades Finds Love?

“Could be better.” He huffed in his gruff tone. “Y’know it’s pride month right?” Blades rolled his eyes making Five frown. “This means you could totally get somebody. I’m tired of watching you be so lonely all the time. As your friend, I will be your wingman. Literally.” He fluttered two of his wings.

“Thanks mate, but I already have all the ladies!” He stood up proudly, opening his wings to show the underside. “Everyone loves me!” He looked over and winked at a passing dragon, Flashwing. Just as he thought, she giggled and waved her tail before trotting over to Bash and Terrafin. “See? I could totally get any girl I please! Even a dude! I can be gay.”

Five grimaced slightly. “Gooood to know. Just saying, Flashwing is off limits. She’s with, Bash and just about every other dragon as someone. And if your trying to be gay, don’t look at me. Not interested.” Blades frowned slightly before looking around the area again. That’s when he saw her. A beautiful finned water dragon. Echo. “Oh no, no no no. Don’t be thinking about Echo. Y’know how she is about relationships! She’s asexual! And imagine a playboy like YOU trying to flirt with her!” Five hissed.

Blades grinned over to Five. “I take that as a compliment. Besides I like a good challenge. I’ll just use my good looks and charm to get her swooned!” Five could only stare in horror. He knew how terribly this would tumble downhill. Blades made his way over to the dragon and puffed his chest, and opened his wings a bit. “Greetings, Echo. Fine day it is, isn’t it?”

“Uhm…” Echo turned her head to face Blades. Her bright yellow eyes looked into Blades’. Blades could only stare in her eyes. His wings shifted slightly. “Did you need something?” He faltered, and was no longer confident. His heart practically melted but he tried to stay strong.

“I-I-I uh.” He stammered, mentally cursing at himself. What the bloody hell is wrong with me? Just ask her out! “I was w-wondering I’d like you dinner go s-somewhere me with? Uh…” Echo stared in confusion. Blades took in a deep breath. “Wouldyouliketogoonadatwwithme?”

Echo’s eyes widened before she snorted. “Haha? That’s a joke right? Cause this is really funny. You’re just a playboy, I’m surprised your dim brain wanted to ask an asexual out.” Blades’ wings drooped, and his heart ached. More than it should. He couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “Yeah, no. You’re weird. Go find yourself a nice slut, m’Kay?” She turned on her heels before bouncing away.

Blades blinked before slumping down to the ground. His eyes sparkled and watered at the same time. He had no clue what he was feeling. While he was so caught up in his emotions, he didn’t hear High Five coming up behind him. “Yeesh, that sucks man. Better luck next time.” When he didn’t get a response, he leaned his head down to look at Blades’ face. Five blinked before frowning. “Oh, wooow I can’t believe it! You’re in love! Oh my god! Playboy, narcissistic, Blades is in love!”

“I-is that what I’m feeling?” Blades covered his face with his claws. “O-oh wow…” Five was certainly surprised, as he has never seen Blades so hopeless. “I think...I think I am in love….” He stood up and spun around happily. “Didya look at the way she smiled and laughed?! Her voice his like butter! She’s so amazing!”

Five couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Oh boy…” he said sarcastically.

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“Hey! Oh wow! Would ya look at that?” Blades exclaimed, shaking High Five by the shoulders. He tugged away and gave Blades a death glare. “She looked at me!” He smiled dreamily.

“Not anymore when you act like that.” Five mused before he was shoved down into a bush. “What the— Blades! What are you doing?!” A fake mustache was slapped onto his face. He blinked confusingly, before turning over to his friends. Blades also had a fake mustache, and a pair of black shades. “What the actual hell.”

“It’s our disguises!”

“For what?! What are we even doing?!”

“Checking out the competition! Look.” Blades pointed a claw over to Echo, who was talking with another water skylander. “Who does he think he is?! Zap shouldn’t be allowed to hang out with her! Only I can.”

Five shivered slightly as he heard what Blades said. “First off, I’m getting serious yandere vibes right now. Secondly, aren’t Zap and Echo cousins or something?” (It's a headcanon of mine)

Blades lifted off his shades and narrowed his eyes, “Mother of god…” He tosses the glasses on the ground and pulled off his mustache. He sighed to himself and watched Echo laugh with Zap. The way she wailed out in laughter really made his heart flutter. He really did like her. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw something move in the distance. He turned his head and his eyes widened. A giant ball of bright energy came swooshing forward. “Echo! Look out!” He cried before he kept out of the bush.

Echo was quite surprised to see a fellow dragon randomly jump out of the bushes. That when she realized what he was doing. He opened his wings and used them as a shield. The golden light slammed against him. His body slowly turned into gold, and he muttered something under his breath. Echo watched in horror as Blades was now a gold statue. “Holy smokes!” Zap screamed. “GOLDEN QUEEN IS HERE!”

“I’ll sound the alarm!” High five called out before he used his power to zip away. Zap growled and his mouth filled up with lightning, and Echo readied herself.

“Ahaha, oh how sweet. The pathetic dragon sacrificed himself!” Golden Queen appeared and spun her staff around. She smirked before speaking again. “What a useless bunch of skylanders!” She cackled.

Echo raised an eyebrow. “Why are you alone? Where’s the rest of the Doom Raiders?!”

“They’re all trapped in CloudCracker Prison!” Golden Queen grumbled. “I was lucky enough to not get captured…”

“For some reason I don’t believe you.” Zap hissed. Golden scowled before sending a beam of light. Zap helped as he jumped away, barely missing the blast. He growled before sending a blast of lightly back at her. She easily dodged and laughed.

“You are all pathetic!” She boomed and was preparing for another attack. Suddenly there was a large cracking noise. Everyone turned to the Blades’ golden statue. It cracked and a giant burst of light appeared. Blades appeared and his scales glistened. He had summoned his legendary armor, and his scales were a shimmery gold and blue. “You’re a legendary?!” Golden exclaimed.

“You sure bet I am!” Blades chuckled before he spun around. A giant tornado appeared, spinning a handful of tiny swords. Golden cried out in agony, before the tornado swept her up and she was sent flying off the island. Blades couldn’t help but laugh as his armor slowly faded and he turned back to his normal blue color.

He turned around and looked at Echo and Zap. Zap’s mouth hung open, while Echo was frozen in shock. She shook her head and she smiled slightly. She carefully bounced over to Blades and nudged him. “So, what about that date?”

“H-huh?” Blades flushed, his wings, becoming stone. “Y-you want to go on a date? With me? Why me? I thought you were asexual? And you hated playboys!”

“I am, I despise playboys. But I love heroes.” She smiled and looked over where Golden Queen fell. “You save my life, I have to pay you back somehow.” She chuckled before nuzzling his cheek, “meet you here tomorrow at noon.” She waved her claw before heading back over to Zap and the two walked away.

Blades eyes were wide and he stood there dumbfounded. “Hiyah!” He yelped as he was slammed down onto the ground by a very cold blade. “Die you ugly bad guy!”

“Woah! Freeze! Calm down! That’s Blades! Golden Queen is the bad guy!” High Five called out as he caught up with the super speedy skylander. Freeze Blade sulked slightly and hopped off of Blades. “Speaking of the Doom Raider, where is she?”

“I defeated her.” Blades huffed as he stood back up, flapping his wings to heat them up. “I had this awesome heroic moment where I broke free of her power with my superior legendary armor. Then Echo asked me out. Who knew that to get the girl of your dreams all you needed to do was be in a life threatening situation with a Doom Raider.”

Freeze was oddly confused at what as going on and tilted his head in confusion. Five just sighed and frowned. “He’ll never learn...will he…”

#skylander ships #skylanders pride prompts 2019 #skylanders prompts #skylanders pride prompts #skylanders #prompts #day one #blades #echo #echlades #high five #zap #freeze blade #golden queen #pride month #blacho

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juice-boxs-imagines · 6 years ago

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Hiya!! Can I request headcanons for how Ikkaku would respond to his normally shy girlfriend getting in a super loving mood and goes ham with the compliments and praise because he’s just so cool and strong and handsome and she just really appreciates/loves him as a person thank you!!

This is SUPER overdue, haha. Sorry for the wait. I hope being super detailed will make up for it. 😅 (I hope these are in character...This is my first actual ask. 😶)

IKKAKU MADARAME

"Yo, what's all this about me, now?"

•S/O really blind-sided Ikkaku when she started acting a little more straightforward than usual. Her quiet, bashfulness, after all, is one of the few things that had Mr. Macho gravitate to her. Ikkaku LOVES her quiet, soft spoken nature. Ever heard the phrase “opposites attract?” (Plus, with her shy personality, it gives Ikkaku a bit of a protective boyfriend complex.) So, the second she suddenly starts becoming assertive in her affection for him, he will wonder who she is and what she did with his girlfriend.

•The first time it happens, it won't really strike Ikkaku as out-of-this world odd, but he will notice the abnormality. Being a honed fighter, Ikkaku has learned sharp observation skills, and those skills are used even off the battlefield. However, even though he notices his girlfriend is slightly out of character, he will merely chuckle and say:

•”Ah, thanks, babe~”

•The next time it happens, Ikkaku is really thrown for a loop. It hasn't even been half an hour yet and now she is doting over his muscles. Ikkaku will laugh and try to brush her off as flattering him, but don't be fooled. His mind is racing; he is wondering what she is up to. He doesn't realize it's really just her way of showing appreciation and gratitude to him yet.

•When she starts doing the compliments out in PUBLIC, poor Ikkaku is stuck. She complimented him in front of Yumichika and Ikkaku’s face was so red, it put Renji’s hair to shame. Yumichika will squeal and try to chip in on the compliments, but tomato-faced Ikkaku will have NONE of it.

•But s/o, of course, gets off scott-free. Ikkaku will engage in cuddling if she initiates it, and he will chuckle, and point out her unusual behavior. When he realizes it's just her way of appreciating him as a wonderful person and loving boyfriend, Mr. Macho will MELT. The girl will have him wrapped around her finger. It’s almost like he's falling in love with her all over again.

•He will wind up returning compliments and shower s/o with how much he loves her.

#ikkaku madarame #headcanons #bleach #bleach hcs #first ask #i tried my best

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thekidultlife · 7 years ago

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Oppa-ya | Jihoon Idol!AU | Part 3

(A/N: a lot of you guys wanted me to continue this haha but I was really hesitant bc this is bone dry angst than fluff. I was even sincerely hurt as I wrote this lol. Anyway one angsty chapter coming right up.)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“Are you still having trouble with that guy you liked?”

That question suddenly popped out of nowhere one night as the two of you casually lounged at the sofa in Bumzu’s studio for a break. He was playing some soccer game in the PS while you munched on a lollipop with your sharp canines—different from how you two seemed to be back in the recording room.

The weeks suddenly turned stressful when Pledis announced an All Star concert featuring all of Pledis’ artists that Seungkwan wasn’t even able to execute his plans. You and Jihoon were assigned to produce a song which will be sung by everybody at the encore, which, of course, should be a masterpiece yet for now, nothing really came up.

So when Jihoon threw that question to you, you almost choked on the shards of broken lollipop in your mouth and struggled to spit out a reply.

“…well, it’s still pretty much the same. I can’t really do anything if we’re like this. I’ll probably just wait for a miracle,” you told him with a defeated chuckle.

“Why don’t you just tell him? Who knows you two might actually work out,” Jihoon said as he scored a goal in the video game he was playing while you watched him with an eyebrow arched.

“Now you sound just like Hanna,” you lightly laughed at his amused face. “The thing is, I’m afraid I might get hurt and I especially don’t want him hurt.”

“Wow,” Jihoon remarked sarcastically with a tiny grin on his lips as his dimples appeared. “But as far as I know, relationships always involve getting hurt. So instead of regretting that you two didn’t end up together, it’s better to be hurt because you can proudly say that you two actually became a thing.”

You knew he had a point but you were too stubborn to accept that you were doing something foolish. In end, you just brushed it off with a joke.

“Wise words from the one and only Lee Jihoon,” you teased him as he tried to avoid your finger poking his sides to distract him from the game. “But I’ll keep that in mind.”

“By the way, Y/N, are you busy this Saturday?” Jihoon again asked you as you began recalling your schedule.

“Apart from a LieV later on that evening, then…nothing. I’m free, why?”

“Ah, if it’s like that, would you want to come with me?”

Jihoon abruptly asked you so nonchalantly that you thought you had to do a double take and process everything in your mind first.

Is he…is he asking me on a date?

“Come with you? Where?” you cautiously asked back; your heart beating rapidly at Mach speed, your breath holding on to his every word.

“Oh, just lunch. So you in?”

“Seriously? He asked you for lunch?!”

Hanna, Hazel and Leigh were almost shouting at the top of their voices in your group’s dorm that you had to cover up their mouths and profusely told them to shut up.

“Yes, now be quiet,” you told them as you sipped your cola with an annoyed glare. “He casually invites his friends for lunch so don’t make it so big of a deal.”

“Yeah sure, he invites the vocal unit for some samgyeopsal but he never invites girls for lunch,” Hanna reasoned out but you tried to ignore her. Despite that, you can’t deny that you were feeling hopeful.

“You should dress nice!” Leigh suggested excitedly as everyone agreed except you who only scowled.

“I ain’t going shopping,” you hissed at them yet they simply smirked at you.

“Tomorrow is a day off, right? Let’s hit Hongdae! It’s been a while since I’ve been there!” Hazel chimed in as she kept on rocking you back and forth.

“Then you guys go. I plan on doing some composing tomorrow,” you replied as you got off the bed but Hazel merely dragged you back with one pull.

“NO! You will look pretty in that date so you will be coming with us tomorrow!”

“I told you, it’s not a date!”

The off-white dress looked terribly complimenting on you as you faced yourself in front of the mirror. You didn’t want to prepare yourself so much for your lunch with Jihoon later but here you are daydreaming about how your date will proceed. No it’s definitely not a date.

“This is so wrong…” you whispered to yourself but you did your make up so well that anyone would have thought a professional have done it. You wore your best shoes, your best perfume, your best in everything—in conclusion, you prepared for your date so eagerly that you could no longer deny it.

When the doorbell rang a quarter to eleven, you hid the fact that you were actually excited and opened the door to see Jihoon looking very casual with just a green button up and jeans. The moment he saw you, Jihoon felt his eyes widen in surprise that his mouth only opened and then closed, and then opened once again.

“Hey, are you ok?” you asked him with a wave of your hand as he broke off from his state of shock.

“O-oh, hey…um…wow, you actually dressed up,” he muttered as he gave you another look while you stubbornly stopped the stupid smile forming on your lips.

“Hanna and the others bribed me to wear this,” you clarified as you closed the door behind you and put on your coat as Jihoon nodded in understanding.

“Ah, so that explains. Anyway, let’s go,” he told you and started walking towards the elevators.

However, instead of a delightful date like what you hoped for, life isn’t really that kind. Everything in that whole duration of two hours and forty-three minutes became just a blur to you like one of those Impressionist paintings hanging behind your seat in the restaurant that morning.

“Jihoon, wow! You look so grown up now!”

“You don’t really stop with the teasing, noona.”

Surprise.

Disappointment.

“But you would still humor me anyway. Oh, you brought your girlfriend?”

“No, no. We’re just friends, right Y/N?”

Pain. Hide it. Smile like how you were trained.

“Y/N, I want you to meet Seulgi-noona. She’s one of my closest friends back in Busan.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you! So you’re also an idol? I haven’t really updated myself these days.”

Small talk. Music in the background. Glasses clinking.

Big smiles. Hidden glances you noticed. Pain. Hurt.

“Her group is really popular these days, you might have even heard their songs playing in public places.”

“Ah yes, I’ve actually heard your songs before! Wow! I would have never thought that I would meet two idols today. Anyway Jihoonie, you’re still composing songs?”

Flustered. Red ears. Embarrassed and shy. Bashful. Small smiles. His dimples.

“Well yeah…I’m one of the producers of Seventeen’s songs so…”

“That’s really great! I knew pushing you to go to Seoul was the right thing to do! But I’m sorry if I haven’t contacted you for a long time. I was so busy with university and all.”

“Ah so that’s why you haven’t recognized me right away. But I returned to Busan a few years ago and you weren’t there anymore.”

Realization. One Fine Day in Japan. Disappointment. Hurt. Pain.

Hide. Hide. Laugh.

“Actually that’s why I wanted to see you.”

“Why? Are you in any problem? I can help.”

“No, honestly, it’s not a problem. I’m here…I just wanted to give you this.”

Silence. His smile fading. He’s hiding. Let’s hide.

“Oh. You’re…you’re getting married.”

“Yes, I moved in with my fiancé a few years back that’s why I left Busan. Anyway, I really hope you’ll come…oh and Y/N, you can also come too! I really like you.”

Silence. Background noise. Cars honking. Streets filled with people.

02hrs 43min 12sec 7ms

END

The muted noises faded away and your ears seemed to return to normal and you finally realized that you two were walking back towards your dorm in comforting silence.

“Jihoon-oppa.”

“What is it?” he replied to you as he buried the fancy envelope in his coat as he also buried his emotions deep inside.

“Seulgi-unnie isn’t just a close friend, is she?” you asked as you braced yourself for the impact.

“Seulgi-noona…she’s…,” Jihoon paused for a while, sighing as he can’t really contain anything anymore. “Well…she’s my first love.”

You smiled bitterly as your eyes threatened to wet themselves but you were better at keeping your feelings at bay.

“I saw you staring at her earlier,” you teased with a fake grin on your lips but Jihoon didn’t spare you a glance.

“Hm. Really?”

“Well then, how do you feel about her getting married?” you asked again, torturing yourself. I’m becoming a masochist.

“I don’t know.”

You hummed at his terrible answer; faking playful curiosity. You were after all a better actor than Jihoon.

“Do you still like her?” you asked straightforwardly, this time pursing your lips as you desperately tried to hold off all of your emotions.

“I…I just don’t know! She’s my first love Y/N! I grew up loving her! Do you think it’s that easy to forget?”

Jihoon finally burst everything that he has kept from the moment he laid eyes upon that invitation card to the time Seulgi waved him a goodbye; looking never so satisfied in her life than the present.

“Whenever I go home to Busan, it’s her I remember! She’s in everything I see back there—in our yard, in the port where we played with the boats, in the corner store as I buy popsicles! She’s the one who persuaded me into becoming who I am! But now she’s going to marry someone! And I’m even fucking invited! How am I supposed to move on?!”

He was huffing by the time he ranted his heart out as you stood there in the middle of the deserted street looking at him who was so desperately in love with someone else who he could never be with.

It must have been your way of comforting him or your way of comforting yourself—you walked towards him and enveloped him into an embrace; placing his head on your shoulder and patted his back. Jihoon would normally recoil at the sudden skinship but everything was in chaos that your warmth felt really inviting.

“You still do love her,” you remarked as you again bit your lip to stop the tears. Not here. Not here. Please.

“…I don’t know,” Jihoon replied and removed himself from you and walked onwards.

“Yes you do, you idiot.”

“Wow. How are you still alive after that?”

Seungkwan commented as he took a sip from his iced americano with Leigh and Hanna looking solemn beside him.

“Well, it’s not the end of the world. I can live with that,” you replied with confidence in your voice; the straw of your iced latte between your lips.

“You’re so stubborn,” Hanna remarked as she tapped the table; thinking.

“No, I just refuse to mope around all day just because he likes someone else,” you defended yourself with a bite on your tone. “Besides, I don’t want to be like those idiots flirting behind us.”

“You’re also bitter,” Seungkwan added with an annoyed expression. “Look Y/N, crying doesn’t make you look weak, okay?”

“I already cried last night and it’ll be the last time I will. This is stupid,” you replied as everyone sighed at your mulish behavior.

“If you need someone who’ll listen to you we’re here, Y/N,” Leigh told you as she patted your back with a small smile. “If you want, we can watch that crime show you always wanted!”

You shook your head as you stood up and gathered your things.

“Thanks, but maybe some other time. I’m off to the studio,” you told them as you left in a haste.

Seungkwan watched your retreating back as Hanna took a sip from her drink, also exhausted from taking in all of your bullshit.

“Something tells me that this isn’t over.”

-Admin Hyeri

#seventeen #seventeen scanarios #woozi #lee jihoon #jihoon

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spicy-pozole · 7 years ago

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Thanks a lot Mr. Han - Chapter 1

Okay, I decided to start putting my fanfiction on tumblr as well! It’s rated Teen by AO3 standards, for kissing! Lots of kissing! More! To! Come! You have been blessed warned! I just used MC as a place holder name for the reader, but this is a very Jumin centric story and so this is not the typical MC from the game! Also, for story purposes this is a very modest, successful in business, and German fluent MC.

I hope you all like it!

Link to story on - AO3

Next Chapter

“Chairman Han sets up his son. In possibly the worst most unprofessional way.”

The first time Jumin met her was at a meeting when C&R made the deal proposal with GoldStar, the company she worked for. She was acting as a representative, an assistant manager, and a highly favored one at that.

He was impressed of course with the straightforward way that she spoke, intelligent and clear, not muddled with unnecessary or flowery words that he often heard among businessmen. But there was something strange about her too. It didn’t feel as though she was simply there for business. She had a kind of warmth to her, a friendliness that he hardly saw. Usually he would label this as unprofessional for the workplace, but she kept an interesting balance, and he found himself addressing her rather than the chairman of GoldStar multiple times, making himself course correct often.

There was something about her smile too, it was human. He could tell when a smile was forced. Seeing a genuine one on her made him feel good about the deal, and good about the company. He had to hold himself back from directly asking her if she would consider working for C&R, though he did joke lightly about it as he complimented her work ethic.

It wasn’t till the meeting had progressed for a few hours that he realized it was the first time in a long time that he’d felt this comfortable around a woman coworker. Jaehee didn’t count, of course, but whenever he spoke to a woman at the company they would do one of two things. Either they would be obviously too scared to look at him straight or emotionally vacant, or they would be trying to flirt with him. Both made him frustrated. He knew this was mainly due to how he acted and his reputation, so he couldn’t fault them, but it still didn’t change the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable around them.

But being around her was like a breath of fresh air, and it once again reminded him that he needed to be more careful about how he saw the women he worked with. He knew that he tended to have a negative opinion about them, due to his history, but he had been trying hard to not let that make himself treat them differently than the male employees. They made it really hard for him sometimes though.

“It was nice to meet you Mr. Han. Will I be seeing you at the dinner party tonight?” she asked as the meeting ended, holding out her hand. He took it, shaking it as he nodded saying,

“Yes, I’ll be there. I’d like to discuss your opinions on how we can get our competitor to work with us for this deal. I’m sure you have different opinions that others, and I’d be interested to hear them.”

She gave him one of those genuine smiles again and she said assuredly,

“Of course, I’d love to hear your opinions as well.”

He gave her a nod as he followed his father out of the room then, amidst the talking crowd, and he watched her smile until she was out of view. Walking back to the car, his father patted his back, making him look at him in surprise.

“That assistant... She’s so charming, isn’t she? I’m sure she has a big future in GoldStar.” Chairman Han said, and Jumin made a small noise of agreement.

“She was awfully pretty.” his father continued and Jumin rolled his eyes with a sigh. “She had the whole room captivated, didn’t she? I saw you watching her the whole time.”

“Father, please, you know how I feel about things like this.”

“I’m not talking about my relationships, I was just asking you if you thought a girl was pretty!” he laughed good naturedly, and Jumin had to hold back from giving him a very annoyed glare. Then he shook his head explaining,

“Father, to be honest I didn’t even notice. I was more focused on the business meeting we were having. If anything I was impressed with her way of words and knowledge of the agreement. She seemed more in touch than the chairman himself if I’m being completely honest.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well that’s good for you then, I was distracted, haha.” his father laughed, and Jumin wrinkled his nose for a moment. “I’m joking Jumin, don’t look so miffed. But really, at the dinner party let’s try to be a little more friendly instead of business oriented. It’s a chance to make friends and connections... it’ll be okay to notice things like appearance if you wish.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Jumin said, trying to stop the conversation. Now he just felt nervous about the party. The last thing he needed was his father to fall victim to another woman’s charms... he hoped that she wasn’t like that.

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Jumin was upset with his father. If his father hadn’t said anything then he wouldn’t be in this situation. He wouldn’t be standing in front of this perfectly mature and capable business partner, while still noticing what she looked like. She still had that smile on her face, but he noticed the rest of her now as well. The kind eyes, her nose, the way her pretty hair was tucked behind her ears. Since it was the dinner party now, she wasn’t wearing her business dress. Now it was a modest deep red cocktail dress, and it was so much easier to find himself glancing at her, the color continuing to catch his eye.

Women in red dresses seemed like a literal red flag in his mind, but he was allowing himself to get dangerously close to her still. She acted the same way she had in the meeting, although now she laughed as well as smiled, and asked the other party goers about the other parts of their lives, finding their interests and allowing them to express them.

Jumin didn’t realized he had been staring at her so much until he realized he was making eye contact with her, and that he had been for a minute or two. He immediately looked away, taking a drink from his wine glass. When he lowered it however she was there, smiling politely at him.

“Hello Mr. Han, it’s nice to see you again.” she said, smiling.

“Hello... it is nice to see you too.” he said, a little haltingly, which he instantly regretted. She began talking to him about the deal, and he was devastated to find that his mind continued to pull blanks. All he could remember were the basic details of the deal. C&R was joining alongside GoldStar to become business partners with a foreign company, Zimmerlein. Together they would all be able to open up new trade and possibilities that would benefit them all.

That was all that was in his brain at the moment though, he was having trouble remembering how to pronounce the company names anyways. Thankfully, by a miracle or her noticing his reluctance to speak about business for once, she instead asked him,

“Your father told me that you have a cat... what’s her name?”

Jumin immediately felt his anxiety calm down for a moment as he smiled saying,

“Elizabeth the Third...”

“That’s beautiful! I’m sure she’s lovely.”

“She is.” Jumin said, and he had to stop himself from pulling out his phone and showing her pictures. “You were talking to my father?” he asked instead, and she nodded with a smile.

“Yes, he’s quite friendly. He talked a lot about you, it’s admiring to see family members as close as you two are.”

“Thank you...” Jumin was lost as to what to say again, and she just smiled in the silence. He mentally shook himself and then began asking her about how she’d begun to work for GoldStar, and what she knew about future possibilities. The more she told him, the more interested he became, and he was finally able to get a grip on conversation again after a few minutes. When dinner began they sat beside each other, not wanting to finish their conversation, and he found himself beginning to smile back at her as well. They soon slipped into talking about ordinary things aside from business again, and she coaxed him into bringing out his phone to show her pictures of Elizabeth the Third, hiding it under the table so the others wouldn’t see.

It was at this point that he realized how unprofessional he had allowed himself to become, but he didn’t feel guilty as he saw her eyes light up at the pictures.

“Oh she’s beautiful! She’s like a little princess!” she said, swiping lightly with her finger to see the blurry pictures that he had taken.

“Jumin, you’re not making her look at pictures of your cat are you?” his father asked on the other side of him, and Jumin felt himself jump a little, pulling his phone back instinctively.

“Oh it’s okay! I asked him to show me!” she clarified, leaning over to look at the chairman who had a curious look on his face. “She’s a very pretty cat, I’d love to meet her someday.” she said with a smile, and Jumin felt like his face grew warm as he looked at her.

“Hmm...” Chairman Han glanced up at Jumin for a moment before looking back at his food, a smile on his lips. Jumin tried to ignore him, and continued talking to her, eventually slipping back into smiling.

By the time dinner was over, Jumin was sad to say goodbye to her, and was wondering just how to do it when her own boss walked over and told her news that made her face light up.

“I’ve been really impressed with you this whole evening MC... And after reviewing your qualifications and talking it over with others, I’ve decided that you should be the one going on the business trip and making the deal alongside C&R’s representative.”

“Really?! Thank you sir, that means a lot! I’ll make sure to do my best in securing the deal.” she said, shaking his hand, and Jumin smiled.

“Congratulations. I’m sure you’ll do well.” he said, smiling at her. She looked a little bashful at this and then said,

“Thank you... it’ll be nice to work with you! I guess I’ll be seeing you soon then!”

He was still smiling, taking her outstretched hand and just holding it for a second. Then he realized how awkward that was as her face began to turn a little pink, and he quickly shook it firmly before letting go.

“Yes... I look forward to it as well! Goodbye!” he said, and he headed towards the exit where his father was waiting for him to leave. Then his brain started moving again, his face feeling warm again as he thought back through what she had said. It would be nice to work with him? She’d be seeing him soon? He was confused as to what-

“I’m the representative for C&R, I’m the one going on the business trip!” he suddenly blurted out, feeling it click in his head. His father glanced at him, smiling but obviously confused.

“Yes?”

“So that means I’ll be going on the business trip with her- uh... Well.” he got ahold of himself again, taking a deep breath before finishing calmly, “Well that is sure to be a successful meeting, she’s more than capable. I look forward to working alongside her.”

His father didn’t say anything, he just grinned at him suspiciously and Jumin felt his face grow hotter.

----

“You’re sure the suitcase can’t get here in time?” she asked, trying to keep the worry from her voice.

“It’s been sent halfway across the world, Assistant MC, it’s not going to reach where you are until much too late! We’ll have it sent back here to Korea for you at your return.”

“I only have my business suit with me... I can’t wear that for a week, it’s so humid in Germany during these months!” she said, already aware that it needed to be washed.

“Not to worry, I’ve been with Chairman Han the whole time and he said he’d immediately inform someone in the area to send you a lot of new clothes, he was practically all the way finished with the order as soon as he offered it.” her boss laughed, and she sighed, rubbing her eyes. “In fact it should be arriving at your hotel room soon, along with someone to pick up your suit to be laundered as well. How about- oh- yes hang on a moment.” the line was quiet for a moment, except for the faint voices that she could hear. Then he picked up again saying,

“Chairman Han is asking if he can talk to you, here he is.”

“MC! I hope your flight went well! I’m sorry to hear about your suitcase, but the replacement clothes should be over soon. I don’t want you to be stressed anymore, alright? What time is it over there? Almost midnight isn’t it? Jumin should have arrived by plane just awhile ago as well... how about you just take a shower and relax alright? I wouldn’t want you to be stressed over something this small, you have your jetlag to get over.”

“Alright... I’ll do that. Thank you again Chairman Han, you’ve done so much for me.”

“It’s no problem at all! Your one of my best friend’s best employees, I’d be happy to do anything for someone as charming as you!”

“Thank you.” she repeated, smiling at his words. He hung up after another goodbye and she sighed, putting down her phone. She really should take a moment to relax, it was a very long flight.

She changed out of her business suit, laying it out on a chair so that if the person with new clothes came they could find it, and she went into the shower.

It was very nice to take a shower, to finally let her hair down from it’s pins and just relax. She was tense from the upcoming deal, and tense from the long plane ride with the confusion of her suitcase as well. Everything was going to be fine, she knew it would be, but at the moment she couldn’t escape the worry clouding her mind from the day’s leftover panic. After a shower though she felt much better and she stood in front of the mirror, brushing through her wet hair for a few minutes. (Thankfully her toiletries had been in carry on bag with her) Just as she was finished with the comb she heard the door of the hotel close, and she assumed that meant that her new clothes had arrived. She wrapped herself into a towel, holding the fluffy fabric close to her as she stepped out into the hallway, hoping that the person would be gone by now.

However, she gasped as she immediately walked right into another person, and she bounced off of them a little, stumbling backwards. To her horror however, when she looked up in a panic to see who it was, it was Jumin Han staring back at her, his eyes wide in shock.

“Ah!” was all she could squeak, clutching the towel closer to her till her knuckles turned white. He blinked and then said, his voice weak and confused,

“Miss MC? Why... Why are.... Am I in the wrong hotel room?”

He quickly turned around, speed walking away to go read the room number on the door. He came back, looking more flustered and said,

“I’m in the right room, are you in the right room?”

She had backed into the bathroom by now, hiding behind the door as she asked nervously,

“W-What’s the room number?!”

“2008?”

“Th-That’s the right room! That’s the year my little brother was born in, so I remembered it!!!” she said defensively, still hiding behind the door. He looked more flustered than she had ever expected to see him before and he ran his fingers through his hair nervously, muttering about how it couldn’t be right under his breath. He then began opening the doors of the room, checking inside all of them.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

“Looking for another bedroom, maybe it’s a split one?”

“O-Oh! That would make sense!” she stuttered, her hand clutching the door knob.

After a few seconds however he stopped, and she could hear him sigh. After a moment of silence then he said, his voice returning to its original calm manner,

“I’m sure there was just a mix up of room numbers, not to worry. I’ll call my assistant immediately.” He took out his phone and she waited awkwardly by the door, trapped. Well she wasn’t really trapped, she had a towel, she could go grab her clothes and change, couldn’t she?

She was so embarrassed that the option didn’t seem like a practical one. So she just waited instead.

“Assistant Kang, there has been a mix up of my hotel room.” he said as soon as the woman picked up. He then began to speed through a telling of the events, not letting her speak until he finished and then he paused for a moment to finally listen.

“What? But you always make my room reservations, what do you mean someone else did? Who else, I need to speak to them.” he said menacingly, and MC cringed a little.

“Oh Ju- uh- Mr. Han, there’s no need to get anyone in trouble over this-”

“MY FATHER?”

That made MC stop and raise her eyebrows in surprise. Jumin walked away down the hallway, arguing with Jaehee and quizzing her on why his own father was the one to make reservations for both of them, and why had he messed up so badly. MC took this opportunity to move out of the bathroom and back into the main room, looking for her suit. It was gone however, with a pile of dress bags lying over the chair instead, a tag with her name on them. One hand holding onto her towel, she used the other to grab the one on top, hurrying back towards the bathroom. She and Jumin both yelped when they ran into each other in the hallway again, and he had to steady her so she wouldn’t fall down, letting go of her like lightning almost immediately after. She closed the door behind her quickly, waiting as she heard him begin to call his father.

He had put his phone on to speaker mode at this point, she wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t hear very well or if he wanted her to be able to hear the explanation as well, and she waited for a moment, listening to their soon heated conversation.

“It’s only one room father! Why would you do this?”

“It was the only room available Jumin, calm down will you? You’re a responsible adult, not a silly high schooler, why are you so upset?”

“Father, it wouldn’t matter who went with me on this business trip, it would be uncomfortable to share a room and bed with literally anyone, I’m really upset with you!”

“Sharing a bed? It’s a room for two people, there should be two beds, you know, with a desk beside both of them-”

“This is a suite with one bed, these things are always on the website, how could you have not noticed something that important?!”

“Oh ho, is that right? Haha, that’s funny-” there was something mischievous about the way the Chairman sounded, and Jumin noticed it.

“FATHER, THIS ISN’T FUNNY, I DEMAND YOU GET ANOTHER ROOM, EVEN IF IT’S AT A DIFFERENT HOTEL.”

By this point, MC had practically melted onto the floor, her head in her hands as she burned up and down in embarrassment.

“I can’t do that Jumin, that hotel is owned by Zimmerlein and the chairman specifically invited the both of you to stay there! Do you know how offended he’d be if you turned down the offer?”

Jumin groaned, sounding genuinely upset, and he said,

“I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable... this is really unfair to her. Didn’t you think about that, father?”

MC bit her lip, opening the bathroom door a little to look out and say quietly,

“Mr. Han... it’s okay. I know you don’t want me to feel uncomfortable, but I’ll be fine. Knowing that you worry about it is enough for me.”

Jumin looked at her, not knowing what to say, his face still red, and then he nodded a little, turning back around. He then walked further down the hallways to talk to his father a little more, quieter this time.

MC sighed and closed the bathroom door again, plugging in her blow dryer instead and beginning to work through her wet hair. It was a good excuse to be away from Jumin, who seemed too embarrassed to face her straight on at the moment, so she stayed in the bathroom until she was finished and her hair was dry. Then she unzipped the dress bag, curious as to what was inside it. Lying flat inside the bag it looked like it would be really pretty, a cute black cocktail dress, and she reminded herself that she needed to thank Mr. Han for it. It looked a little too fancy for just sitting in a hotel room though, she should have grabbed all the bags to find a better one.

She pulled on the dress and zipped it up, only to find that it was actually not the cute dress that she had imagined it to be. It was much more revealing than she had originally thought. The sweetheart neckline was lower than she wanted and the poofy skirt much shorter than she preferred. She couldn’t look at herself straight in the mirror.

She assumed that this is what happened when someone else tried to guess what clothes would fit on another human being, and had been mistaken horribly.

That being said, with how well it fit her she wasn’t sure if this was entirely the case.

She wished that her suit was back from the laundry already.

MC quickly pulled her hair over her shoulders, trying to help with the low cut of the dress, aware that this left her back free as well, and she stepped out into the hallway nervously. All she needed to do was grab the other dress bags and find one that fit her better.

“MC, I’m so sorry, I argued with him more but I don’t know if we have any other options-” Jumin stopped when he looked up at her, and her face burned even more. He looked away, back at his phone, and she walked nervously past him to the pile of dresses.

“Uh- um... That’s okay. I understand it was just a bad circumstance. You know, I’m perfectly fine sleeping on the couch if I’m going to make you feel uncomfortable-”

“Of course not- I- I wouldn’t allow a lady to sleep on a couch for my benefit, I’ll do it-”

“But I want you to have enough sleep, you’re too big to fit on that and sleep well, I’m smaller, you should let me do it-”

“No, that’s not important right now, I’ll be fine-”

“Please, it’ll be okay-” she stopped when she saw the dress that was inside the dress bag she had begun to unzip. If possible, this one looked worse than the one she was wearing.

“Oh nooo.... Please no...” she began moaning under her breath, opening the next one to find an equally revealing dress.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, standing up and coming over to see.

“W-Well... my suitcase somehow got sent to the wrong airport... so y-your father had new clothes sent for me... but uh- I- well- they’re all lovely.” she clammed up, unable to tell him that his father had only sent clothes that she was uncomfortable with.

“He sent this dress as well?” Jumin said, glancing at her again.

“Y-Yes. My dress suit is at the cleaners now...”

“I see.”

“These are all dresses... I was looking for some pajamas or-” she lifted up the bottom dress bag to find a clear package underneath that and she immediately dropped the dresses over it, her face red.

“I see.... So this is my father’s doing.” Jumin said, his tone icy. She was beginning to understand the situation a little better as well, but she knew neither of them wanted to address it outloud. She suddenly felt cloth against her shoulders however and looked at him in surprise as he put his suit coat over her, his eyes closed.

“I’ll order different clothes for you right away. And don’t worry, my father will pay for all of them. ”

She grit her teeth as he said this and he pulled out his phone, walking away from her so she couldn’t hear. She nervously uncovered the package again, picking it up to open it again. Inside were the lace underthings that she had already seen on top, but fortunately there was a nightgown too, one that she felt good about wearing. Slip was really a better name for it though, but it looked like something close to what she would normally wear to bed. There was a C&R tag on it, and she wondered if this was one of the things that they had exported once. It was long and white, with a shiny red satin ribbon to hold it in place, tied into a bow in the front.

She could hear Jumin arguing from down the hallway with his father, and she tried her best not to eavesdrop for anything in particular. She glanced at the time.

It was definitely time for her to sleep, it was past midnight now but combined with the jetlag it was much later than that for her. All of her felt tired, her adrenaline rush of panic wearing off now. She walked past Jumin, trying to ignore the fact that he was now condemning his father for setting up the entire situation, and she slipped into the bathroom once more. She changed out of the dress and into the underwear and slip, sighing as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was going to be a very long week. Hopefully it would all just end well.

Hopefully they’d be able to look at eachother in the eye even after all of this.

She took a deep breath and then went outside. Jumin was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. She exhaled, promising herself that everything would turn out fine in the end as long as she was practical and calm about it. That seemed to be the way to get to Jumin anyways, staying calm and logical.

“Mr. Han, I want you to know that I am not angry or upset at all. I don’t think we have to worry about what anyone else wants or things like that. I trust you to be calm in a situation like this, and I hope you trust me to do the same. Please do not worry over this, just go to sleep and get some rest. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.” she said calmly, and he glanced up at her. He was still red faced. She knew that if the paparazzi could even glance at the situation for a split second they would all be losing their minds.

“I’m sorry you had to be mixed up in all of this... I want to be honest with you about how this all happened and-”

“Jumin, I already understand. You don’t have to explain, and it’s not your fault.” she said, quietly, shaking her head. Then she stuttered quickly, “I- I mean Mr. Han.”

“It’s alright... You can call me Jumin if you wish. I don’t care at this point really.” he said, scratching his scalp in an irritated sort of way.

“Okay... you can call me by name too if you’d like. Oh! And here’s this. Thank you.” she said, handing his suit coat back to him. He nodded, taking it from her and draping it over the armchair. Then he mumbled something about changing and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes as she crawled into the far side of the bed, sliding underneath the covers and turning away from the other side of the bed, curling into herself. If he still insisted on sleeping on the couch then she was going to fight him. He looked more exhausted than she did right now, and she knew the jetlag was going to murder them for the next couple of days.

Once he came back out wearing his simple silk pajama suit, Jumin (thankfully) sat on the opposite side of the bed, reaching over and grabbing pillows one by one, making a wall down the middle of the bed. She couldn’t help but laugh, trying silence herself as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t tell if he was more worried about her being uncomfortable, or just terrified of her in general. She remembered reading some accusing gossip articles about him once, they seemed to lack any basis of fact in them for the point they were trying to make, but she did know that the only woman he was ever seen with was his head assistant. On the other hand, his father was like a feeding frenzy for the paparazzi every other month in regards to his personal relationships. Jumin Han was certainly an extremely private man. Now she was the one who was worried about making him uncomfortable.

She turned over, facing the wall of pillows, high enough that she couldn’t even see him, and she heard him lay down as well, silence filling the room.

The light was still on though and after a few minutes of her eyes starting to ache she asked hesitantly,

“Hey... Jumin? Could you... turn off the light please?”

She could hear his breathing pause for a moment, and she waited, feeling her stomach twist uncomfortably. Then he moved and the light clicked off, filling the room with darkness.

“Thank you... goodnight.” she mumbled, and she wasn’t sure if she heard him reply or not. It wasn’t long before she was falling asleep, grateful that they had until afternoon to be awake tomorrow and getting things done. She needed as much sleep as she could get.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #fanfiction #fanfic #self insert #thanks a lot mr. han #my fic #i'll upload the next chapters tomorrow #or yall could just click on the a03 link because they're all up there #lol don't mind the gif i just like putting those on stories because they look nice as like a little header #guess what trope i used in thIS STORY???#BEDSHARING #lololololol #ahhh bye

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