#she knows what she is and has no interest in hiding it

[shanefuckingscott]

You can be the boss, daddy 🦾

Sevika x Gang leader!reader because I said so 🦾

I'm slightly drunk while writing this, so I apologize in advance if the writing, and everything else is shit. 😆

Warning: Smut, a bit of fighting, reader being a flirt, Sort of bitch reader, Switch!Sevika, Switch!reader, I'm a horrible writer, Not/barely proofread!

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

You've been working with Silco for awhile, you're the leader of one of the most feared gangs in Zaun, notorious for bank robbery up top, bribing officers, and smuggling drugs and weapons from all around the world. Silco saw potential in you, so he decided to partner up. You and Silco discuss alot of business together, and only you, and him were allowed in the office. No guards, just you two.

You were often in Silco's office, discussing large transactions, smuggling, shipments, and over all boring business stuff, so you often stay in the last drop for awhile, to ease your mind off everything that needs to be done, but also still searching for more intel about your partner's right hand woman.

You heard about a 'Sevika', although never come across her. It's part of you and Silco's agreement of what is said in the office, stays in the office, only between you two. No guards allowed, to build trust in each other, but you still keep your eye on him.

The bar was loud, and alive, but you still enjoy the atmosphere. Every person has their own story to tell, and you liked that about Zaun.

She captured your interest the moment you set your eyes on her, and you can't help but ask "Who's that tall, dark, and handsome chick right there?" You ask the man behind the bar. "O-oh, that's Sevika!" He answers, reluctantly. "Hmm, interesting. May I know her business here?" You try and ask to see what else was going on. Intrigued by the woman before you. He stutters "I-Im sorry, I can't. I have to get back to work" He saysz his voice shaking. You give him a last good look, before you put on a smile, and say "No worries, kid." Before turning towards the door.

You come back a few times, but you've been planting your guards everywhere to keep an eye on Sevika. But everytime they come back, they tell you she's clean. You need more, though. You need to know about her.

So one faithful night, you decide to follow her, after she wins her games. You left your guards in the bar, though, telling them you can handle yourself.

You're about 20 steps behind her, wearing a coat to hide your identity, when she suddenly stops. She throws a dagger at you, that you immedietly dodge, as she lunges at you. She was about to gut punch you, when you dodge and pin her to the ground.

"Who are you?!" She spits. You chuckle at her, as you reveal your identity. Her eyes wide. "You?! what do you want from me?" You just raise your eyebrows, and smirk at her, before letting her go, and making her stand up. "Nothing. Can't a girl just be interested?" You snicker, leaning closer to her. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes still scanning you. "Why were you following me?" She asks, while stepping back. You just look up at her, and tell her the truth. "I was curious about you. You piqued my interest." She just stands there with a frown. Eyebrows furrowing, as she squints.

She shakes her head, and sighs. "For a big time crime lord, you're a shitty stalker, you know that." she spits. You laugh, and make your was closer to her, while maintaining eye contact. "Maybe. Or maybe I intended to be seen." You back her up against the wall, and wink at her. "Why are you following me? You could have just come up to me." She calls you out, still confused. "Yeah, well, I wanted to make sure, you know? There are only very few curious women out there. I didn't want to take a chance on nothing, hm?" You run your fingers across her cheek and down to her jaw. She raises on eyebrow at you again. "Doesn't this look 'curious' enough for you?" She raises one eyebrow at you again, smirking, while looking down at her body. You check her out. "You're quite interesting, Sevika I've had my eye on you from the moment I saw you. I still had to make sure you were clean. Sorry for the surprise, Darling. " You wink at her.

She just scoffs and looks to the side. But oddly enough, she doesn't push you away. You pull back, and she just looks at you while you walk away. You stop. "Meet me behind the bar tomorrow, after my meeting with Silco. I expect you to be there once I'm done." you say, and you continue walking.

She looks at you for awhile, when she feels something in her pocket. A note with your number, and initials on it. She just scoffs and rolls her eyes, as she crumples the paper, putting it back in her pocket.

She couldn't sleep that night. She kept looking at your number, considering calling it. But she doesn't. She just types your number in her phone to save it, but she can't. You're her boss's business partner for fuck sake! How will he react if he found out his right hand woman has a crush on you? Even Silco's afraid of you. And one time, he told everyone to stay out of your business, and never bother you, but you make it so hard. She has to follow her boss's orders, right?

She looks at your number for awhile, and then she puts it on the night stand. She stares at the ceiling, contemplating everything in her life. She can't have feelings for you. From what she's heard, you're a heartless crime lord, who'd take every measure to get what you want. But what DID you want from her?

"Fuck." She says under her breath. Unbuckling her belt, and putting her hand on her now wet cunt. She's thinking about the events from earlier, when you were pinning her down, pushing her against a wall, and winking at her. She rubbed circles around her clit, going faster and faster, as she remembers that dumb grin you had from earlier. Your voice, when you called her 'darling'. How close your face was to her. Fuck, you're gonna be the death of her.

she throws her head back, as she's close to cumming. lettig out a low groan, quietly moaning your name. Her fingers go faster, as she slightly whimpers. Her mouth wide open, her eyes shut, as she imagined you naked, right on top of her. When she came, she let out a gutteral groan. She just made a mess in her pants, and it was all because of you. She took some tissues, and wiped her fingers clean.

She could hardly sleep that night, thinking of seeing you tomorrow. "Ah, fuck it." She turns off her lamp, and tries her best to fall asleep.

When she got to work, she was sweating profusely near Silco all morning. All she can think about was just bending you over at his desk, and fucking you there. She was going insane because of you.

Afternoon rolls around, she just got back from a mission. Immedietly hanging at the bar to grab a drink, when she saw you walking in with you men. She just stared at you, imagining you without your clothes, imagining all the stuff she wanted to do with you. Then she snaps out of it, when she sees you looking back at her, with a smile as you wink at her. 'Fuck, this is gonna be a long afternoon.'

Once you got in Silco's office, she immedietly went to the back of the bar to smoke and wait for you. She knoes it was gonna be atleast an hour long wait, but if she stays anywhere longer, she fears she might actuallu go crazy.

She smokes and tries to keep her cool, but all she can think about is you. She walks around, and smokes her cigarettes for about 30 minutes or so, but it felt like eternity. When she hears the door from the bar open. She's at a small alley behind the bar, she doesn't even turn to look, but she already knows it's you, just from the sound of your boots. You look around for a bit, before you find her. Your eyes have a mixture of surprise, and something else. "Didn't think you'd actually come." You say to her, putting a cigarette between your lips, as you gesture for her lighter. "Took you long enough. How was the meeting?" She says, lighting your cigarette. You take a puff, and blows smoke to the side. "Highly confidential— hey, wanna get outta here?" You suggest, raising an eyebrow, with a playful smile.

When you get to you apartment, It wasn't anything special. It was even crappy, but it was practical, and closer to your office. She was awfully surprised that you don't have a princess castle by now. She stands there at the door, checking your apartment out. You get in, and gesture her to come sit on your couch. "What are you waiting for? Come in." She sits on the couch, still looking around your apartment. You take out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, along with 2 cigars. "Surprised you didn't get a barbie dream house by now." She teases. You roll your eyes, as you open the beer bottle with your teeth. She just looks at you in awe, thinking 'Holy shit. This girl's something else.' You pass her the bottle, and she takes a sip of it. You sit next to her, lighting your cigar, and open your TV. "There's alot of things you'll find surprising about me then. How was your day?" You ask, before chugging your beer nearly half empty. "Alright. You?" She asks, struggling to light her cigar.

"Same old boring meetings with your same old boring boss. I wanna try something new for a change." You tell her, taking our your own lighter, and lighting it towards her. You both maintain eye contact with each other, the tension growing thicker. You break eye contact to look at your TV screen, as you put your hand on her thigh. You look up at her, and she gives you a nod of consent, and your hands get higher and higher. She blows smoke at your face. "Oh yeah? What else do you wanna try?" She raised an eyebrow at you, while smirking with her cigar between her teeth. She blows smoke to the side. You look in her eyes for a moment, with a glint of lust. You climb on top of her, leaning your face closer to her, as smoke comes out of your mouth. "I'll show you." You put your cigar to the side, and you pull her into a kiss, which quickly turns into a heavy makeout session. She takes your leather jacket off, leaving you with only your wife pleaser on, with no bra. She stares at your chest for a bit, before pulling you back into the kiss. Her hands trailing your body, her fingers find themselves in your breast, playing with your nipples. You moan in the kiss, and you pull her by her hair to deepen the kiss. This surprised her, but she wast going to back down. You unbutton her top, exposing her bra. And she gets up, carrying you with your legs wrapped around her. She takes you to your room, and starts undressing. She unbuckles her belt, and with that, her strap springs out, and your eyes go wide with the size of it. "F-fuck, Sevika." She gives you a smug look, before getting back to the kiss. The kiss being much more hungrier, and needier by the second. Her fingers make their way on your pants, and Sevika quickly pulls it off of you, and throws it somewhere. Your legs spread, Sevika takes a good look at your wet panties, as you bite your lip. "So needy" she teases. She goes down, her face close to your cunt, as she looks up at you. She leaves hickies on your inner thigh, and you can't help but moan, while trying to grind yourself on her face.

She tightly grips your leg, and growls. "Don't be fucking needy. I'm gonna take my time with you." She says with an evil look on her face. "F-fuck, Sevika, please" you whimper and beg like a pathetic whore. "Please what?" She says, as she looks up at you, while her lips get closer and closer to your cunt, but not quite there. "Please, Sev, fuck me." You cry out. She grins, as she takes her finger, and rub circles around your clothed clit. "So fucking needy. Begging me to fuck you like the whore you are?" She teases. You scoff, "Fuck you" And with that, your panties are nowhere to be found. She's positioning her dick near your entrance, and thrusts inside you with no warning whatsoever. She didn't even give you time to adjust. You just cry out in pain, and pleasure, the toy stretching you out. Clearly, Sevika likes the look on your face like that, as she smiles, and goes to kiss, and guve love bites to your neck. She starts thrusting inside you, and you let out a loud moan. She takes her hard and plays with your nipples, as she sucks on the sweet spot on your neck. Tears streaming down your face by the pleasure, your eyes immedietly start rolling in the back of your head. You cry snd moan Sevika's name so loud, that people from another compound could probably hear you. "Y-yes! yes! just like that, f-fuck, Sev, F-Fuck!" She thrusts faster and faster, and you cann already feel the knot in your stomach starting to build up. "That’s right baby, tell everyone who's fucking you right now, fuck" She growls in your ear, you moans getting louder and louder. You throw your head back, and Sevika let's you ride your orgasm on her cock, and you let out a loud wail. "O-oh f-uck!" she doesn't stop pounding you, until your next orgasm. You're a sweaty crying mess by now, Sevika being the cause of it. The pleasure, the slight pain of her huge cock stretching you out. It was perfect, the way she fucks you. You pull her face to kiss you, but you quickly pull back, making an 'O' face, as you start to reach another orgasm. "F-f-fuck, S-evika! f-uck, d-don't stop!" At this point, you can barely even make up words anymore, all you can think about is the pleasure. You didn't care anymore, you were overstimulated, as your orgasm comes around, you grip Sevika's hair tightly, as you firce your tongue in her mouth, and moan in her mouth "mhmmm—fuck!" with tears in your eyes, Sevika returns the kiss, rougher, and now sloppier. Her thrusts slowing down. She pulls back from the kiss, and pulls out, seeing your juices cover her cock. She licks you clean, and then she smirks at you, and pulls you into another kiss, and flipping you two over.

"Suck it." You nod, as she wiles the tears froom your eyes. You gather some strength, slthough still a bit shaky, you go lower, and put her dick on your face. She just looks at the sight of the size of her cock next to your face. She pulls you by your hair to make you get up, and she puts her cock in your mouth. She bobs your head, enjoying the view of you sucking her off, and choking. She let's out low grunts and moans, your eyes beginning to tear up again, as you choke on her dick, and then you pull your head up. She's surprised by this action, and before she can say anything, you put her strap to the side, and start sucking on her clit.

Her moan get louder, her grip on your hair tightening, she's still controlling the pace, as you stick your tongue out, she fucks your face with her pussy. You put a finger in her, which makes her whimper a little, too quiet for anyone else to hear but you. You quicken the pace of your fingers inside of her, and she's grinding on your face, and bobbing your head. Your face soaked in her juices, and your saliva, she was basically drowning you in her pussy. You go faster and faster, and then she throws her head back, her grinding getting rougher, she lets out a gutteral moan, "A-ah fuck!" as she cums into your mouth.

She pulls your hear, and makes you get up to her face, and pulls you into a deep kiss. You both make out for awhile, while you play with her sensitive nipples. You both moan in the kiss, all needy, and hungry.

When you finally have enough, your body falls ontop of her, and her arm is placed on your back, holding you in place. You both catch your breath for awhile. And you smirk up at her. She looks at you, slightly confused, and then you give her a firm peck on the lips. She chuckles, and holds you in place. You both look at each other for awhile, and then, you snuggle up to her neck. "You're mine now, you know that?" You tell her, not asking, or leaving any room for argument. She snickers at you. "Whatever you say, boss~" She teases and smiles, as she combs your hair with her fingers. "Fuck, what's Silco gonna say?" She asked, a bit worried. You just laugh "Yeah, I kind of told him I had a teeny crush on his right hand woman." You admit. Her eyes go wide for a bit, surprised. "What did he say?" She asked. "He just nodded, and said go for it. And now you're in my fortress, and there's nothing you can do about it." You say, teasingly, as you stick your tongue out at her. She immedietly sucks your tongue, and you both laugh together, as you drift to sleep.

Who knew the two scariest women in Zaun would fall inlove with each other. Sevika often helps you with business now, and you help her. Silco's been a surprisingly good wingman too. He promised to sponsor your wedding, once you and Sevika were ready to settle down as a token of gratitude for your loyalty, and partnership with him, he said it was "The least I can do."

And you both lived happily ever after.

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Yeah, I started this last night a little buzzed, I bullshitted my way into writing this whole thing. Hope you like it, though 😉

[mcytegg]

ngl watching this one vod has permanently altered my brain chemistry. like i didnt realize ro and planet had trust like That throughout s5. its esp obvious during the void arc when it was "WE dont trust you", and not I dont trust you or He does not trust you. no wonder planet kept defending ro even after everyone else had given up on her bc her betraying seemed inevitable..........

[chocourse]

locked.

➶ leon scott kennedy x gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ “I'm just saying, if you shut my mouth again, I'll bite you.”

If you have to hide in a closet from the Artist with your worst enemy, well... it raises a lot of problems. And the unresolved tension.

➴ genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, there was only one locker, in the dead by daylight universe

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mature content, a lot of cursing, some heavy kissing & lingering sexual tension, also david is bleeding

⌨ :: 3.4K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ @honeytwo was the one who checked the translation. thank you very much, xoxo! <3

⁀➷ a/n: i uploaded this oneshot to ao3 around halloween. i wanted to upload it here right away, but i didn't feel like editing the "cover" and creating a new masterlist. but now i did!

by the way, the fic itself is made around 2021, in my great leon and dbd brainrot. very nostalgic.

➳ mlist

"What's up? With you and Leon?"

Feng's question makes you raise your head. It's not just the subject that piques your interest, but the way her question comes in the form of a worried, tired sigh. She's usually this exhausted when the current killer has been chasing her for at least a minute and a half.

It surprises you so much that you almost let go of the generator’s wires, and that would be a fatal blunder. Instead, you grip them tighter so she can work undisturbed.

That question makes no sense. You think the answer is obvious. You and Leon Scott Kennedy, the cop who knows more than anyone, hate each other. He makes you impossibly annoyed when he gives you orders, commands and gets on your nerves.

“I'd rather see him on the hook than around me," you say, summing up your feelings about the man.

“Interesting…” 

You don't like her tone, so instead of concentrating to keep the wire from slipping out of your sweaty palm, you glare at Feng.

“What do you mean?" your voice is perhaps a little irritated, trembling slightly with focused tension.

“That's not what I saw. I mean, sometimes it does feel like you're at each other's throats, but other times it's the opposite.” 

You don't know what she's talking about when she says the other times are opposite. Yesterday, you refused to go to a generator with Leon when he took it too personally, and from two hundred yards away you shouted about each other's uselessness, unnecessary and totally unprofessional behavior. Of course, the murderer is not deaf, he took the opportunity to hang someone, so Leon got you both into trouble with his displeasure.

Before he did, he asked you whether you wanted him to let you off the hook or continue with his 15% generator. He even expected you to thank him afterwards.

But that's just the way he is. He can't see past his ego. So you turn to him with contempt in every situation and you don't understand what Feng is talking about. You find her weird waffling somewhat offensive.

“I, for one, want to jump at his throat as soon as I see him. Maybe I could do a better job than the killer.”

Feng shakes her head. You're watching out of the corner of your eye because you need to focus on the job. You can't mess up this generator now, chitchat or no chitchat.

“Okay. Tell me what you're getting at," you say impatiently.

"I don't think you hate each other one hundred percent," she tells you. "Mutually," she adds meaningfully, and you're so freaked out by this that not only do your words fail you, but you even wave your hand defensively, idiotically, as if you could dismiss this sinister, completely false idea.

In other words, you let go of the wire, the generator sparks the key and fires up loudly. You mishandled it, and in doing so, you let the killer have you gave away your location. Feng does not address you, nor does she turn towards you, simply, following emergency protocol, crouches in the grass and sneaks away from the scene until she is certain that the killer - whose identity is currently unknown - will not come here, or if they do, will leave. Shamefully, you follow. You hide behind a log and watch the scene from there.

Someone is coming, not from the front, but from the grass. It's David. He's wounded, clutching his side, which is bleeding quite badly. You try to pry off his fingers to see how bad the cut is, and he screams in despair, pulls away.

“We've got the Artist, and she didn't spare me,” he reports in great pain.

“Get me a bandage!” Feng gives the task to you, then takes David's arm supportively. “David, we'll get a safe distance from the generator. You have a tetanus shot, right?”

Feng is in charge, but listening to her isn't hard at all. You understand what she's doing, and you know she has the collective interest at heart. And she's logical. Unlike Leon's orders, which are given out of thin air to protect only one man: himself. That selfish bastard.

These are the thoughts you fire yourself up with to stop shaking with fear by the time you get to the hut. In their cellars, there is always a box to help survivors. It's not too far away, but you approach it stealthily just in case, listening for any noises. As you start down the creaking stairs, you worry for David and yourself: someone is already opening the box. You hear the squeak of the lock, and there can only be one of the four of you downstairs. You feel sick in the stomach with anticipation of the inevitable encounter.

You take the final steps. Two lockers are in front of you, and to your left is the room, four hooks bounded by a wooden wall, the perfect sacrificial site. From here it's harder to rescue the one who's been hooked, this room is riskier and more isolated than all the others. Beyond the hooks are a few more lockers, and in the corner is the box. 

And as you'd expect, Leon kneels in front of it. He's so busy, he doesn't even know you're here. If you were a killer, you could easily pick him up and have him fiddle around, the hooks are just a few steps away. Yeah, this careless jerk thinks he's in charge.

“Now I understand why we're so fucked with the generators.” You cross your arms, sizing him up. His hands are bandaged, his face is dirty, and he's never wearing something more practical than his police uniform. So pompous.

“If you're so worried, you could make one. Maybe it’d calm you down.” He looks up, frowns. He doesn't understand what you're doing here. It's really none of his business.

“The only thing that would calm me down was if you got your ass up and contributed to the unit. If there were four of us, we'd be done a lot sooner with less risk.”

“I get that you've got hero syndrome, but I don't need saving. I can take care of myself.”

“I can see that. At everyone's cost.”

It's like there's pain in his eyes, but you can't analyze it. Grimacing as he returns to his task, he hits the lock so hard it breaks. The understatement of opening the top is more like slamming it against the wall. You've either angered him or offended him, or both. He's a drama queen who doesn't take defeat well. You glance over his shoulder at the exposed bracket and sigh in relief. In the trunk are clothes, a flashlight, and, thankfully, a first aid kit.

The tension is suffocating, the silence could be cut. You have to speak.

“David's hurt. I'll take the med kit.” You're trying to sound less hostile, more objective. He might not give it to you because you've stabbed him in the soul. You would expect that from him. He nods unconvincingly, so you reach for the box's ear in a hurry before he changes his mind. He's picking out the flashlight.

You barely grip the med kit, crows flutter above, the sound of running filters down. Leon was too loud. There's no time to think of escape, no time to make plans. The man jumps up, pulls you into the nearest closet. In his fury, he is fortunately careful not to slam the door, but to close it gently. You let the box down beside you.

And you languish in the cramped space in the dark, with danger lurking. You don't feel like kicking him or arguing or mouthing off. You're scared. You hate the hooks down below. You've been down them once or twice. You don't like it, you don't want to go back. 

A shaky, deep groaning whimper rises up from inside you. Leon puts his palm over your mouth. You press yourself against the wall, trying to relax, to slow your breathing.

The Artist arrives. She walks around the room, squawking. 

You close your eyes. You imagine you're somewhere else. 

A door slams creakily open. You tense up, Leon's thighs tighten. You feel him take your hand, his fingers close around yours. He's shaking, but he's holding on better than you are. You don't pull your hand away, you let him hold it.

The killer walks a little more. Then she pauses, ponders her next move, and finally leaves.

The sound of your breathing will be the only source of sound besides the creaking of the hut. Leon takes his palm away from your face, deliberately, as if he's not sure it's time. You sigh, throwing your head against the side of the closet.

“I'm still of the opinion that we'd be better off if you helped with the generators.”

“You're making things bigger.” His words are stiff and reserved. There's no trace of the intimate hand holding you just had. If you had any tenderness towards him, he's lost it, as well as his sweaty hands.

“Isn't it big enough that we almost died because of your carelessness?”

“And you ignore your own mistakes.” You can't see his eyes, but yours are aflame. You don't understand this guy. You've got more important things to do than to let him piss you off. “I saved your life.”

“You were the one who put me in danger, asshole.” That would be your last word, you'd end the duel of stifled whispers, leave your hiding place, but Leon pushes your shoulders against the wall, his legs pressed against yours, hips clashing. Only now do you realize how close you really are, how little closet space there is. The atmosphere is still thick, yet somehow this is different. He's not finished, and your stomach clenches at the unpleasant ideas of what else he's going to throw at you.

“I need great fucking restraint and patience when I'm with you. But it's no use. You are incapable of cooperating with me,” he mumbles.

“Your enormous patience is like an ant's dick. I say two words to you and you're ready to attack.”

“Just like you,” he sighs. Clearly, he's had enough of you. The feeling is mutual, so you don't understand at all why he hasn't let you go yet. By the time he says what he wants, David is bleeding to death.

“I never claimed to have patience with you.”

“Will you please shut up and listen to me for once?" he growls belligerently, his fingers digging into your skin.

“I’m not your subordinate. I’m under no obligation to listen to you,” you mutter, and you have no thought of showing any less resistance in his direction. You wouldn’t be you if you listened to him.

“How can someone be this annoying?”

“Here, you don't even have to ask.” You shrug, but you can feel how much he's squeezing. “On the other hand, you could really get off of me. I'm busy. Maybe another time I'll tell you about the world of non-egocentric, non-narcissistic people, so you at least get the theory," you sputter with derision, your heart about to plunge into your esophagus and choke you.

“What can I do to shut you up?” He thinks out loud. 

“I'm just saying, if you shut my mouth again, I'll bite you.”

“Fuck.” Leon groans deeply, disgruntled, worried and angry. His palm hits the space next to your head, his lips crashing against yours.

Willingly and wearily he kisses you, really wanting you to be quiet. You moan in surprise at how well he kisses you, instead of punching him in the face.

Your mind is still churning out pithy retorts, but your body is acting as if it has been ready for this. You grab the back of the man's head, holding him close. You press your legs to his hips, your soles against the bottom of the other wall. Maybe you'll manage to pry the closet open the way this make-out session does your lungs.

You grip his hair, trying to push him away a little to catch your breath, to think clearly, but Leon sweetly whimpers and kisses you more passionately. You melt into his arm, his pleasant earthy scent mingling with sweat. You no longer want to think clearly. 

His tongue dances around yours, caressing you, and you enjoy it more than when he uses it to mess with you. You press so hard against each other that you know why his pants are so relentlessly tight. He bites your bottom lip gently, making you go limp. And you promised that if he shut your mouth, you'd bite him, not the other way around.

Your lust-fuelled, angry and excruciatingly sensual games end when you accidentally kick the first aid box. You cringe, the moment is gone, and you have no idea what happened. You stare ahead languidly, your lips tingling, feeling a bit dizzy.

Leon strokes your cheek. The rough material of the gauze bandage sneaks over your skin. He presses your forehead together, panting softly.

“Listen to me, please," he whispers, hopeful and soft. 

He speaks to you so softly that every part of you feels hot again. You nod, because after all this you need an explanation to go on with your life from the point you fell into this closet with the man. It's a stupid idea, but you trust that he has a reason for your reaction. For example, he wears a perfume so seductive that even the people who dislike him the most can't resist kissing him.

“I experienced hell a few months ago,” he starts.

“Did you meet me?”

“Hush.” He puts his finger on your lips, and it's so intimate you don't feel like biting. You want to lick it instead. You have no idea what's going on with you. It's Leon, and you hate him. You hate him. “Killers are smart. I have a great friend, Jill. Nemesis built his plan on our friendship. We almost got caught because we were both protecting each other at all costs. When I met the rest of the survivors, I couldn't let you get in trouble. I pushed you away right at the beginning, just in case something happened.”

You remember the first moments. Actually, you started to hate Leon because he had a cocky, arrogant and uncaring attitude towards everyone you cared about. You never thought that was a strategy, not the ultimate in rudeness.

“Then why did you kiss me?”

Your question makes what just happened very real. Because he did kiss you and you enjoyed it.

“Because I couldn't take it anymore. You know, it's hard to insult you when all I can think about is wanting to kiss you.”

Now you understand what Feng was talking about. Leon's longing gaze must have told her a lot about his true intentions. You're not sure about the mutuality, though. You've never said anything about Leon other than you hate him... But if you think about it, your body language may have conveyed something suspicious that you didn't realize. After all, you just threw yourself at him the first chance you got when his lips touched yours... How long have you had this desire lurking inside you if it's been triggered like this?

You don’t answer. You're confused, and while he caresses your cheek so tenderly, you're unable to say anything, or even just to open your mouth.

“I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable,” he apologizes, and fails to hide the disappointment in his voice.

“I think it's much easier to hate you than to love you," you sigh, throwing your head against the locker. That's all you can suddenly say.

“Is it also better?”

“Excuse me, but you hate me in my defense.”

“That doesn't answer the question.”

"I have no idea," you shrug. “I've never tried to love you. I haven't dared.”

“And would you try?" These are hopefully light words, almost falling out of the man's mouth. 

“When we’re alone like this? Keeping it a secret from everyone? Maybe.”

Okay, it's not maybe, but you need to be firm and reserved a little longer. He needs to believe that a mind-blowing kiss and a heartwarming confession like that didn't sweep you off your feet. After all, half an hour ago you were wishing for his hanging.

He's smiling. That's for sure. You're glad you can't see it, so he won't notice your face is red. At most, he can feel it. This time his mouth is roaming your face instead of his finger. You shudder when he touches your cheekbone because the love in his movements is sincere and caring. If only he had treated you like this from the beginning! He would have spared you some very high blood pressure numbers.

“We can't do that here…”

“No one can see us here. And I have to prove to you that it’s worth being with me.” He's mumbling onto the skin of your throat. You moan, when he kisses your neck eagerly. He grabs your hips. You pull him tightly to you by the small of his back, so eager to let him prove the truth of his words with lots and lots of kisses and touches.

But then you remember David’s wound, the box, Feng. You're on a mission now, and you can't be seduced, you can't collapse into Leon's muscular arms to be undressed and ignited into true love in this closet. You'd gladly give yourself to him, but not now, when your friends are counting on you. Plus, there's a killer on the loose.

“David” your gasp makes the name sound a little longing, so Leon stiffens, trails off slightly. You rest your palm on his chest, feel how it rises, how it sinks. “Bleeding. Med kit.” You try to let him know in small words that you're not fantasizing about another guy when he's kissing you with his soul, ready to give you all he has. You're trying to clear your head, because it's foggy and stunned. No one has ever fallen like that for you in a closet.

To be clear, once Hillbilly dragged you out, but he's not known to be a kisser.

“Okay," Leon nods, presses a final kiss to your lips, then pauses, his hand hesitantly on the doorknob, "but what about us?”

“I’ll think about it. "Your answer is fifty percent, but the cheerful kiss you quickly plant on his lips increases his chances by twenty percent.

He opens the door. There’s no proper lighting, just a few candles, but that also disturbs your eyes after the total darkness. You grab the first aid, and squint as you stumble out of the closet that’s guarding the memory of your kiss.

You dodge the hooks, climb the creaking stairs, and a set bird trap awaits you. If you step inside, the crows will attack, and are so loud that the Artist will find you immediately. You pass it cautiously.

You are soon back. Feng and David are almost where you left them, continuing the generator, only David is holding his side. It is a desperate action to repair the generator, it has to be done at all costs.

Your moves are not too blunt, Feng snaps her head up. They both look towards you, and suddenly you can't think of anything forceful to say to Leon, or grumble about his presence. Instead, you close your eyes, kneel beside them and open the box.

Feng and you work quietly to tend to David's wound.

You want to be remorseful, shameful, do everything you can to help him, but it's hard to concentrate on that when Leon is lurking not far away, and you're still spinning about how he kissed you. which you loved, and you were really selfish.

“I'm off to another generator," he announces, as if reading your jumbled thoughts.

“No need to announce it. No one here needs your company,” you throw the judgment at him mockingly.

Feng's eyebrows furrow, she snaps at you in a whisper. She didn't expect you to go at Leon again. Well, sorry, now you have to, just to keep up the pretense.

"I just want to clear the record," you shrug.

You lock eyes with Leon. A mischievous glance flickers in both of your eyes, because this is far from what it used to be. They don't know, but you do. It's exciting and new, but you can't wait to be alone with him again, locked in your honest feelings.

Your notes, comments and Leon thoughts are warmly welcomed! 💓

[thatpyroblogs]

Once again I find myself discovering some small obscure piece of mythology and going down a rabbit hole of trying to find whatever information I can find. In this case it is the desire to find out more about Angelos, supposedly a daughter of Zeus and Hera.

First, let me just say what an absolute pain it is to find information on a goddess that has a name still in use to this day. Every attempt to try and find research papers on the topic is hindered by the fact that most searches tend to think I'm trying to find papers using the author's name. Attempting to use advanced settings has thus far told me there are zero papers about Angelos. Or at least zero papers accessible to someone without academic access.

Now for what I was able to find. There appears to be only one surviving story on Angelos written by the Greek poet Theocritus. Except that's not entirely true. From what I can understand the surviving story isn't actually the original story, but instead commentary on the original story. This commentary is on Theocritus' poem Idyll II.

Okay so let's look at Idyll II before we get into the commentary. The summary isn't super helpful in my opinion because it says the poem is a monologue by a girl named Simaetha who is laying a fire-spell upon her neglectful lover and that feels like a major simplification of the poem if you read it. Reading the poem yourself you find that Simaetha seems to imply that she slept with this lover after he courted her and, once he got what he wanted, he ghosted her and is pursuing other loves so now she's calling upon Hecate to curse him.

Alright, so now the question is how does this relate to Angelos? Well from what I understand the commentary likely has to do with the mention of Hecate in the Idyll II. Supposedly Angelos might be a proto-verison of Hecate. Of course I can't be 100% certain what the commentary says because the only source for it is the book Scholia in Theocritum Vetera by Carl Wendel. Now good news is you can read this book for free here. Bad news, it is only readable if you can read ancient Greek, which is why a lot of what I've written on the commentary is speculation gleamed from what others have said about it.

This circles back to the one English source I found on Angelos which is Wikipedia. Wikipedia claims the one myth for Angelos involves her stealing Hera's anointments and giving them to one of Zeus' lovers (Europa). Hera does not take kindly to this and Angelos is forced to flee and hide from her mother. She first hides with a woman in labor before hiding among some people are carrying a dead man where Hera finally gives up chasing her. Zeus than orders Angelos to be cleansed by the Cabeiri (another rabbit hole I am pointedly looking away from) in the waters of a lake tied to the Underworld.

The scholia commentary I am unable to read apparently cites this myth when talking about possible origins for Hecate, which seems to imply that after Angelos is cleansed in the Underworld's waters she becomes Hecate. Also if I'm understanding the references on Wikipedia correctly they all seem to imply that the ancient Greek write Sophron is the one who wrote down the Angelos myth the scholia refers to.

Overall Angelos seems like a really interesting character that appears to have become the unfortunate victim of the passage of time and a lack of interest in lesser known Greek deities.

EDIT: I had ignored the 4th source on the Angelos Wikipedia page because it was an old German encyclopedia which I had zero hope of finding. Except apparently the full text that is being referenced is on Wikisource and can therefore be read. I completely forgot that Wikisource exists. This source appears to corroborate that Sophron is the source of all the information we know about Angelos. The notes indicate there may be more information about Angelos in another part of the encyclopedia so I've got more researching to do.

The world if girls would project their mommy issues on Clytemnestra and Electra, Helen and Hermione, Cassiopeia and Andromeda, Hera and Angelos etc. instead of Demeter and Persephone:

[plotthotrobin]

@medicallyfascinating Absolutely, I’d love to elaborate! ☺️ But I will take it over here to a new post since that one is very Hilda-centric and because this will be a long ramble.

Hilda is very out of place as Claude’s “retainer” as a whole. She doesn’t swear herself to him out of loyalty, she isn’t even really shown to have a bond with him that is any more notable than the rest of the GD. Hell, she’s the one ‘retainer’ character that can be recruited at all. She’s kind of just… there. The only argument that can really be made here is that she is a Goneril, and that house is the one that defends Fódlan’s Throat - and personally, I don’t think that requires her to be in the ‘retainer’ position to touch on.

Most people who play FE3H can tell that some routes got more time and attention in the writing room than others, and I think VW and CF are the biggest victims of this. VW is messy, awful in terms of pacing, and infamously a clone of SS (But, in my incredibly biased opinion, better because of Claude). If I had it my way, the story would focus heavily around relations between Fódlan and Almyra, the Leicester Roundtable, Claude’s background as an Almyran prince, etc etc etc. The biggest crime this route commits is having nothing to do with its lord - especially given how interesting the tidbits he drops really are. With that setup, Cyril may have actually made an interesting ‘retainer’ character considering the fresh perspective on these topics that he could bring to the table. Such as the ones expressed in his really interesting supports with Claude. (I know Cyril isn’t GD, but he’s an honorary one in my mind.)

Assuming we’re sticking to the current VW story as closely as possible, however, there’s one particular issue about VW that stands out: A lot of the TWSITD/Nabatean elements are out of place and completely irrelevant to the Golden Deer and Claude especially.

…With the exception of one character: Lysithea.

Lysithea already pops into the actual story sections post-timeskip to provide information on TWSITD… and then is just brushed aside again. Bringing her more into the spotlight as an unofficial ‘retainer’ for Claude could have made a lot of the unfolding events feel a little less out of place.

Imagine with me that, instead of TWSITD coming up at the last second story-wise, it instead came up during the ongoing fight against Adrestia and Edelgard. In this scenario, Lysithea slowly starts to put two and two together: Edelgard has white hair, purple eyes, has clear connections to terrifyingly familiar mages, and is rushing to accomplish her goal swiftly at the cost of many lives. She hesitantly approaches Claude and Byleth in private and explains not only what happened to her, but that she suspects that the same thing happened to Edelgard. Maybe Lysithea brings up the possibility of her being under the direct control of TWSITD.

Claude is, reasonably, riled up and horrified at finding out all of this and realizes that Fódlan’s issues run much deeper than he initially thought. He now sees:

- The Church of Serios and Rhea, who he knows has been hiding deep secrets that he has been trying to get to the bottom of. He’s been reluctantly working with Seteth and the knights because he needs the support, but doesn’t trust them and still has the understanding that they’re hiding shit.

- Emperor Edelgard of Adrestia and TWSITD, who could potentially be coercing her into fighting the Church of Serios for some unknown reason - or, alternatively, are simply helping Edelgard for an equally unknown reason. He doesn’t trust any of them either, pretty obviously.

Claude now knows that, in order to even potentially achieve his dream of equality and peace, he has to get to the root of the clusterfuck that is Fódlan - because Sothis knows it’s not happening in this state of affairs.

On a more personal level, I’m sure he looks at Lysithea and tries to imagine an even younger version of her being strapped down and experimented on - and frankly, he just can’t bring himself to. It wouldn’t surprise me if, as a secondary goal, he also gently promises to do his best to help her find a cure. In turn, a stunned Lysithea devotes herself fully to him as a leader and his cause.

Now, a lot of this is just a lot of speculation and hypotheticals, and a lot of it is opinionated, but I personally believe there is just inherently more overall story potential this way than with the current setup. ☺️

[rikeijo]

Today’s translation #899

Animage 2017/03, Hiramatsu Tadashi interview

Part 6.

-- Victor during Rostelecom Cup also said that Yuuri is the type that is more motivated when he's an underdog in a foreign land.

Hiramatsu: It's like he can feel more confident, when he underestimates himself, like 'that's the best I can do anyway, so'. I think that when during Cup of China, Yuuri jumps and in his mind he shouts 'Victor, you idiot!!', and lands the jump successfully, that's also very Yuuri-like behavior.

-- Makkachin is also an important character, that brings Yuuri and Victor closer together. Her characteristic is the fluffy, very manga-like look.

Hiramatsu: She looks more like a stuffed animal toy than a real dog. But well, poodles actually do look like stuffed toys. A lot of pets make an appearance in this anime, but Makkachin is somebody who Victor has a real emotional bond with, his family. I draw her as one whole separate character. On the other hand, that would be rather unfortunate if people thought that there is a human hiding inside a dog-costume, so I'm careful to balance that properly.

-- Starting with episode 4. Yuuri gradually opened his heart to Victor, The scene when he touched his hair whorl was also interesting.

Hiramatsu: Ah yes, Victor is a bit worried about his hairline, perhaps? (laugh) At first, I didn't know what's the meaning of this scene. That 'am I so much in danger?' and why was he so depressed, when Yuuri touched his hair whorl.

-- Is it the reason why a part of Victor's character design is that larger-than-usual forehead?

Hiramatsu: No, no! (laugh) It's just how his hair flows, and the large forehead is a by-product of that! Everything is okay!

[mxtxfanatic]

I read your posts about Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, and I want to ask:

We know that Lan Xichen does care for Lan Wangji (in his own weird way), but does he respect Lan Wangji as a person?

When he blamed Wei Wuxian for "playing his brother's feelings", not going to lie, but why does he make it sound like Lan Wangji is a child who can't do anything about it? And when he blamed Wei Wuxian for Lan Wangji’s punishment, idk but in my eyes, that meant he never respected Lan Wangji’s decision to protect Wei Wuxian.

Lan Xichen blaming Wei Wuxian for Lan Wangji’s punishment (when Lan Wangji himself made the decision to protect Wei Wuxian) reminds me too much of Jiang Cheng blaming Wei Wuxian for Jiang Yanli's death (when she sacrificed herself to protect Wei Wuxian). It's like taking away their right to make their own decisions.

This really got me thinking about their relationship because what is love without respect?

I think the answer to this is a little bit complicated. I think that Lan Xichen respects Lan Wangji except when it comes to Wei Wuxian, and that is the only exception because it is one of the few places where he cannot understand his brother and, thus, doesn’t know how to process that his brother may be hurt for a cause that would only hurt him except through lashing out at said cause. To be clear, too: the thing he doesn’t understand is not that Lan Wangji would be interested in Wei Wuxian but that Lan Wangji would be so interested that he would “eschew his morals”—as the Lan Clan sees it—for a path that would only lead to pain despite the warning lesson from their own parents’ experience. Lan Wangji accepted a life-threatening punishment just to support Wei Wuxian, a support that Lan Xichen witnesses be rejected, so it makes sense that he would be angry on his brother’s behalf. Still doesn’t mean it was his place to lash out or that he was in any way right in his actions or words.

Unfortunately, I think the biggest issue is that Lan Xichen is being an overprotective big bro in defense of his brother when the actual situation has already revealed that he is the one who’s been cavorting with a snake who is only using him. So it becomes less of an issue about respect and more of an issue of hypocrisy and projection. On the other hand, despite not agreeing with his brother’s support of Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen still allows Lan Wangji to hide him in the Cloud Recesses to recover and takes both of them into the secret library to search for evidence that his sworn brother was a murderer, all because Lan Wangji was steadfast in his belief of what Wei Wuxian had seen despite not viewing Nie Mingjue’s memories, himself. That is definitely a sign of respect, even if it came with disagreement.

[therowdymagpie]

Arcana M6: When they hear you bragging about them

A/N: We're back! In this specific scenario, you basically brag about something your partner did to a friend and they happen to be close by and overhear or walk by and don't notice them at first.

Asra:

He definitely slinks around longer just to hear everything you have to say

They love getting to hear your perspective and how you see them

That is until their reserve for being perceived runs out -they have their air of mystery for a reason MC- and they come out of their hiding spot, only to side-hug you while you are still talking

Compliments you and starts bragging about you right back to see your reaction

The moments after are just them taking the teasing to a whole other level about all the things you were talking to your friend about

But you can see the way his ears have turned pink and the fact that he can't stop smiling

They still become curious about what else you would have said if they'd let you go on while in bed and ask just before you're about to doze off.

Nadia:

Quiet acknowledgement from the sidelines with a very self-satisfied smile on her face

Doesn't tell you she overheard

But the pampering and the romantic gestures go up significantly for the next couple of days

And the traits you praised also happen to appear more frequently

Unless it's one of her sisters you are bragging about her to

Then she'll come out and firmly stand next to you as you flush with a look that says "Well…keep going dear, I for one am very interested in what you have to say"

Either way, she takes this as a chance to listen to your unfiltered feelings and the things you admire about her as a partner and she loves knowing that

Julian:

Here's the thing: He probably does the same for you at least three times a week at the Rowdy Raven or with every acquaintance he has

But he will never get used to the praise coming from you

Normally, he would immediately turn the mountain of positive comments right back at you

But right now he is at a situation where he can't brush off your remarks in a self-deprecating matter since you are sharing it with someone else

Welp…he's stuck buffering in his spot for as long as this conversation lasts

Comes back pretending he didn't hear you

But by the way his face is starting to ressemble his hair, you can tell he definitely heard (and maybe you did it intentionally too)

If you think he's not going to take this as an opportunity to compose an epic of everything he admires about you and present it to you later on in the day, you'd be wrong

Muriel:

*Becomes one with the shadows while you are talking and assumes the shade of a tomato*

This is way too much attention than he can possibly deal with and it's not even directed at him

Oh my gods, you are still going…

He can't stay for much longer or else it's a very strong possibility that he'll combust

After your friend leaves, you can't find him for a good chunk of time after you last saw him

And that is because he immediately went back in the woods to mentally recharge after the litany of praise

He wants you to feel apprieciated too though, even if verbal affirmations aren't exactly his strong suit

So he later comes home with a bouquet of different flowers and compares things he knows about each one to some of your traits

Portia:

Barely able to suppress her delighted giggles as she listens from around the corner, thinking you haven't noticed her

She has a hard time with her self-esteem and being put first, so seeing you praising her in front of someone else is such an unconditional and personal expression of love for her

Which in turn translates into an extreme case of Cuteness Agression

Squeezes you soooo tight when she comes back later, that it makes Faust's Squeezes seem light

When you bring it up with her, she simply says that she 'happened to overhear' with that signature UWU* smile of hers

Hope you are ready for this woman to spoil you for the remainder of the afternoon

Has the biggest smile the entire time and just won't stop giggling

Lucio:

Doesn't even try to listen in or wait for you to finish your sentence

When he realizes the conversation is even the littlest bit about him he's immediately coming up, hugs you and becomes part of it

"Yes exactly all of that is completely true and they are lucky" kind of smug smile the whole time.

Then proceeds to brag about YOU in turn to the poor person that has to hear you two fawning over each other

Let's be honest, he isn't all that restrained when it comes to expressing how much he loves everything about you (and himself)

Struts around proud all day while trying to find ways to compliment you more

Looks at you like lovesick puppy for a good amount of time afterwards

Unfortunately he can take a lot of things as a competition, so be prepared for him to compliment you and LOUDLY brag about you to anyone within earshot.

[8fmg8]

The last scene in Daddycop confuses me...

Don't get me wrong, I'm hyped Zoé is getting more focus.

Hinting that she has some secret past that she doesn't want anyone to find out seems coherent at first.

"Are you afraid I'll show your new friends who you really are?"

Then I go back to Sole Crusher and...

Wait, she already told us how she used to be.

The whole "pretending to be someone else to be accepted" thing.

Her future friends even saw it in action by her pretending to be mean and rude to Marinette at school earlier in the episode.

And by the end of it she already opened up to the cast about it, so what would she even have to hide?

Even if she hasn't told her friends everything (which I do buy, since she is ashamed of that part of her life), them seeing a video about how exactly she was pretending to be mean back in NYC shouldn't have that much impact.

The girls just forgave Sabrina, who helped Chloé bully them for a long time and just recently redeemed herself.

So Zoé, who I assume did the similar things all the way back in NYC to people the cast doesn't even know, hasn't shown any signs of bully behaviour after her first day in Paris and is now fully intergrated to the friend group, should have nothing to fear.

So as a conflict it already loses a lot of strenght.

Unless we make it an internal conflict about Zoé struggling with the guilt and shame of her past now that it resurfaced in the form of Ray (apparently someone she knew back in NYC).

That might be interesting, especially since it parallels what Sabrina went through with Chloé: doing things against your moral code, all for someone else to accept you.

Guess I'll just seat back and see what they do with this.

And hey, if it at least gives Zoé some interesting character moments I'll be happy.

[kiszjuli]

MY GIRL .ᐟ

✸ shy!mark x fem!reader | genre. fluff. | w.c 2.2k | ♡

↳ synopsis. in which mark has apparently claimed you in his heart, and to no one other than his friends. hiding his feelings thinking that he didn’t have a chance, he gets extremely jealous when someone tries to ask you out for valentine’s day. you’re his girl.

↳playlist. designer - nct 127, just the way you are - bruno mars, can’t take my eyes off of you - frankie valli, when im with you - nct dream, night poem - nct dream, can’t help falling in love - elvis presley.

the student lounge was buzzing with laughter and chatter, the sounds of friends catching up and making plans for the upcoming 3-day weekend. mark sat at a corner table with his group of friends, jeno, donghyuck, and jisung. but his gaze and attention kept drifting to you. you were seated at a nearby table with your own group of friends. you were always effortlessly surrounded by people, your laugh ringing in his ears like his favorite song. mark had always admired how easily you lit up every room you entered, how everyone seemed drawn to your warmth and energy. and how-

“earth to mark,” jeno’s voice broke him from his thoughts, and Mark blinked, seeing his friends hand waving in front of his face. he looked up at his friend with a forced smile.

“huh? oh, yeah, sorry,” he mumbled, fixing the hat on his head, trying to look more engaged but failing.

jisung raised an eyebrow, noticing the direction mark was looking. “you good, man?” he asked, his voice casual but with an underlying hint of curiosity.

nodding quickly, mark then shifted in his seat. “yeah, i’m fine. just… trying to focus, you know?” He waved his hand brushing them off, though his eyes couldn’t help but flick back to you for a moment.

donghyuck catches where his eyes dart, and a knowing look forms on his face. “you sure? you’ve been staring at her all afternoon,” donghyuck added with a grin.

mark immediately blushed, feeling heat rush to his face. “what? no! i wasn’t staring,” he protested a little too quickly, tugging his hat lower to hide his face. “i just—uh, i’m just lost in thought.” he muttered, his voice cracking slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

jeno smirked. “uh-huh, sure. if you say so. but you’ve been acting kinda weird lately. you sure there’s nothing going on?”

mark swallowed hard, his heart racing at the thought of you. He had always admired you from a distance, but you were popular, way out of his league. his friends knew about his little crush on you, but he didn’t think they understood the full extent of it. he wasn’t even sure you saw him as more than a mere friend.

“i-idon’t know,” mark muttered, his voice quieter than usual. “it’s just… she’s always so surrounded by people, you know? she’s pretty much got everyone’s attention all the time.”

jeno leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “she’s definitely got yours” his comment earning a laugh from the other two.

mark’s face flushed deeper, and he slumped in his seat. “no guys, seriously,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “she’s just… i don’t know. she’s popular, and i’m just… me.”

“yeah, well, ‘just you’ is exactly why you’ve got a shot,” donghyuck said, his voice light but encouraging. “you think she doesn’t notice? she does. she’s not blind, mark.”

“exactly,” jisung added, leaning back in his chair. “you’ve been acting like a nervous mess every time she’s around. maybe it’s time you do something about it, yeah?”

mark shot a small glance toward your table, his heart skipping a beat as you caught his eye for a second. he quickly adverted his gaze, pretending to be interested in something in front of him.

jeno chuckled and patted him on the back. “mark, you’ve got this. you just have to take a chance. she’s not some unreachable goddess. if you really like her, go for it. stop hiding behind your ‘I’m fine’ act.”

mark gave him a small, unsure smile. “maybe. i’ll think about it,”

but deep down, mark was terrified. he could never imagine you looking at him the way he looked at you. you were popular, funny, and effortlessly charming. he was… well, just mark.

as you laughed from across the room, mark’s heart gave an involuntary flutter. maybe his friends were right—maybe it was time to stand up and stop pretending he didn’t want more. more than to just watch you from afar. but for now, he stayed where he was, silently watching, unsure if he’d ever have the courage to tell you how he truly felt.

—

classes were now over, and small groups of people were in the large theater, helping set up for valentine's day. your school was hosting a valentine's day fundraiser, where the campus would raise money for local charities. this year's theme 'music for the heart'- likewise, the main attraction was the music appreciation raffle.

you were there of course, running the “song dedication booth” where students could pay a small fee to have a song dedicated to someone during the open mic. you decorated the booth yourself: choosing some white fairy lights to outline the sign, with red heart balloons all around, and of course some cut out music notes that you had done earlier.

“okay, so you want ‘can’t take my eyes off you’ for your girlfriend? great choice,” you said with a smile, writing the request onto the list. “she’ll love it.”

mark watched you from the edge of the stage, where he was tuning his guitar for his performance later. he could hear your cheerful voice as you talked with students, helping them pick the perfect songs. the way you talked about music, your passion shining through every suggestion and question, made his chest tighten.

“she’s really into this,” jisung remarked from behind the drum kit, glancing between mark and you. “you’re playing tonight, right? finally gonna make your move?”

mark glanced over at his friends—jeno adjusting his bass strap and dongkyuck pretending to help. he quickly averted his gaze, nervously strumming his guitar. “i don’t know,” he muttered. “she’s got so much going on. she’s busy.” he made excuses.

donghyuck rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “she’s running a music related booth, mark. if there’s ever a chance to make conversation, it’s right now.”

hesitant, he glanced back at you as you laughed with another student. “but what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” he said quietly.

“dude, she smiles at you differently than anyone else,” jeno chimed in. “i don’t think you realize how obvious you are. she’s into you too, but you can’t wait forever.”

the idea of putting himself out there, of confessing how he felt in front of everyone, made his palms sweat. he just couldn’t.

“why not dedicate your song to her?” jisung spoke up, his voice softer

mark’s heart pounded knowing that his song was already dedicated to you, having thought about it for weeks beforehand. he was going to perform ‘just the way you are’ by bruno mars.

mark glanced up, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw you looking his way, the fairy lights illuminated your features in the best way as you gave him a small, bright smile. he awkwardly waved back, his stomach flipping as you returned your attention to the students walking your way.

“smooth,” donghyuck muttered, biting back a laugh.

“shut up,” mark mumbled, his face heating up.

—

the lights in the theater dimmed, and the crowd hushed as mark stepped onto the stage, his guitar slung over his shoulder. you stood near the back of the room, watching as he adjusted the mic, his hands trembling slightly. you felt a smile creeping to your face.

“this one’s for someone special,” he said, his voice quiet but steady.

your best friend, winter nudged your shoulder and you glared at her with a laugh. she always teased you about your slight crush on the boy.

as the familiar chords of “just the way you are” filled the room, your heart skipped a beat. mark’s voice was soft yet filled with emotion, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you.

when he sang, “her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shining,” you felt your cheeks flush. feeling like you were looking too much into it, you shook your head slightly and glanced down at your shoes.

by the final verse, everyone was entranced by his voice. when the song ended, the applause broke the spell, but mark’s gaze lingered on yours, his lips curving into a shy smile.

—

the rest of the fundraiser went extremely well. the crowd winding down and now you found yourself starting to pack up your things at you booth.

“hey,” a voice interrupted, making you glance up.

It was a guy from one of your classes, holding a small bouquet of roses in his hands. he looked nervous but determined as he stepped closer to your booth.

“oh, hi!” you greeted warmly, taking a pause from packing up.

mark saw it from across the student center—the way the guy nervously walked up to you, clutching a small bouquet of flowers, his face tinged pink, your kind but still friendly smile. frozen in place, his chest tightened. he couldn’t hear the conversation, but he didn’t need to. the way the guy was smiling at you and the way you politely smiled back made it clear what was happening. but you were his girl. even if that guy didn’t know it yet.

of course someone else would ask you out. he knew it was going to happen at some point, always surrounded by people who admired you. and mark? he’d spent months hiding his feelings, thinking you’d never look at him that way.

but now as he sees the guy walk away from you-missing the slight frown on his face-he can’t stop his own two feet from moving towards you. his mind was racing. did you say yes? were you off limits now? labeled as someone else’s girl?

as he approached, you were gathering the last few things from your booth. you noticed him and looked up.

“oh, mark?” you asked tilting your head, still with bright eyes.

“hey,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing as his voice cracked slightly. “i, uh… i saw you talking to that guy just now.”

you raised an eyebrow, catching the uncertainty in his tone. “huh? oh yeah, he was just—”

“did you—did you say yes?” the words spilling out before he could stop them, and he winced as soon as he realized how frantic his voice sounded.

you blinked in surprise. “what?”

“to, uh… whatever he asked you…” mark said, rubbing the back of his neck, his face flushing. he was getting more and more choked up by the second. “i mean, obviously it’s fine if you did..it’s probably none of my business and- he seemed nice. i just…” he trailed off, his words stringing along as he avoided your gaze.

you stared at him for a moment before realizing what he was getting at. a soft laugh escaped your lips, and mark’s eyes darted to you, his brow furrowing in confusion. “what’s funny?”

“no, i didn’t say yes,” you said simply, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “i told him i wasn’t interested.” you said looking up, your grin still lingering on your face.

mark felt relief wash over him as a small smile tugged at his lips. however, disbelief still clouded his mind. “you..didn't?”

shaking your head you spoke. “nope,” your smile was warm yet teasing as you say his rosy cheeks darken a little. “i think i’d rather wait for someone i actually want to say yes to,”

mark just blinked, not knowing how to react. what did that mean? could you be talking about him? or was it someone else? why would you-

“mark,” you called out, breaking him from his thoughts. “if..you have something to say, now would be the time,” you said softly, stepping a little closer.

“well, i-i have been wanting to say something for a while now,” he started, taking a breath. “i like you a lot, like- a lot..but i just didn’t think i had a chance..”

your smile widened feeling a small heat rise to your cheeks too. “you always had a chance mark,”

relief mixed with disbelief washed over him. you felt the same way the whole time? he let out a nervous laugh, his shoulders finally relaxing. “so, does this mean i can ask you out now?”

“i think you just did,” you teased, your fingers fiddling together, as your heart beat a little faster.

mark grinned, his confidence growing. he reached out for your hand, still shaking but sure. “well, then… will you be my valentine?” he wanted to ask ‘will you be my girl?’ but this would do for now-slow steps, he told himself.

“i’d love to,” you replied, your eyes sparkling as you smiled at him.

“y/n! can you come here for a sec?” winter called for you from the studio room. she apologized later once she found out was was happening, but you brushed it off saying it was okay.

you looked to mark and stepped closer. you softly pressed your lips to his cheekbone and pulled away slowly. “come find me later?”

he nods with a hum, too star struck by you to form a sentence, or even a word. you smiled and walked off, now knowing that you finally had the guy you wanted. and mark walked back to his guitar to his teasing friends with a dopey, cheesy smile knowing that you were his girl.

and in that moment, mark felt that every doubt, every little hesitation, had been worth it.

—

⁀➷⊹ ࣪ ˖~ THE LA LA LOVE SERIES .ᐟ

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[okaysonny]

business advice ╏ hudson ahn

★ summary: hudson gets a noise complaint ─ from one person.

★ details: fluff, f! reader, spoiler free.

★ wc: 1.4k

★ A/N: who else has a crush on him

"YOU! YELLOW HEAD!"

hudson's eyes widen, looking around.

but no, jay isn't here. and everyone else has dark hair. which can only mean…

hudson turns to face the girl approaching him, who looks comically angry. he can practically see steam coming out of her ears.

his eyes narrow. "are you talking to me?"

she's now right in front of him, pointing aggressively. "yeah i'm talking to you! don't you own this place?" she gestures to ansan's night club just ahead of them.

"i do. are you here to talk business? although…" he eyes her hoodie and sweatpants. "…you don't really look the part"

she blinks, not expecting a belittling so soon, but quickly shakes her head. "no i'm not here to talk business" she mimics his voice at the 'business' part. hudson feels a vein on his forehead throb.

"you need to turn the music down at night!" she huffs. "i can hear it from my window…" she points at an apartment building in the distance. "…all the way over there! some of us are trying to sleep, y'know?!"

he waits to see if she's finished her piece, before simply saying:

"0 points"

she blinks again. "…the fuck?"

"0 points. that's the score i give you. one…" he starts counting on his fingers. "…you show up sloppy. two. you disrespect me. and three. you start complaining about music when we're doing nothing wrong. where's your decorum?"

"...what- you-" she stammers, clearly speechless at his obviously correct evaluation.

she grits her teeth in frustration. "you wanna talk about decorum? it's not very um…decorum of you to play such loud music in the night!"

he sighs in disappointment. "bad grammar too. - 1 point"

"who gives a fuck?! now you're just nitpicking! and tell your employees to turn the music down!"

"…you're the only one complaining. why should i lower it for one person?"

she pauses, unable to think of a counterargument. "…um…"

hudson doesn't wait for her to finish. "ansan is critically acclaimed for its nightlife. it's what everyone comes here for. the loud music, which isn't even that loud by the way, is to be expected. if you don't like it, then move"

her jaw drops. "you…you ignorant, naive little─" she exhales slowly, composing herself.

"…can you just please turn it down?" she mumbles.

he runs a hand through his hair, getting tired of this argument now. "…like i said, you're the only one complaining. i'm assuming you didn't take this higher up, right? so, i have no obligation to lower it. come back with a court order and then we'll talk"

she sighs in defeat and starts walking back, flipping him off. "fine! but this isn't over, yellow head! i'll be back with that court order!"

hudson shrugs. "go ahead"

she can try, but it won't make a difference. channing can wrap anyone around his finger.

he shakes his head, heading back into the club. what an unsophisticated lady.

he hears her footsteps stop. "…your drinks are crap, by the way"

hudson hates that he can't hide his surprise, but the comment catches him off guard. "…what?"

she clearly notices it, because she wears an evil grin before continuing. "well…my friend likes to go clubbing a lot. she likes everything here, except the drinks"

now it's his turn to blink. well…the drink sales have been down lately. but everything else is in tip-top shape. he just put it down as an anomaly in the market.

he waves a hand dismissively, recovering from his brief surprise. "we take great care in analysing these things. we know what we’re doing. not that i'd expect you to understand"

she rolls her eyes and looks away for a moment, second-guessing herself. "...i'm not saying i know how to run a business or whatever. i’m just saying...my friend complains about the drinks all the time. and not just her ─ her other little clubbing friends say the same thing"

hudson tilts his head slightly, her words starting to pique his interest despite himself. "...what do her and her friends say?"

she shrugs. "i dunno. i don't really pay attention. she just says they’re kind of…boring, i guess? same old classics, nothing new or exciting. um…" she pauses, trying to remember. "oh yeah! seltzer's. they wish you had seltzer's here"

a flicker of curiosity crosses his face. "...seltzer's? you mean..."

"yeah, like the fruity, canned drinks everyone’s obsessed with these days" she speaks with less hesitance now.

"i work night shifts at the convenience store nearby, so i see what people like...and it matches up. everyone loves them. so i dunno, maybe there’s something to it"

he doesn’t respond, his mind starting to piece things together.

it's bizarre. they were just arguing a few minutes ago. now they're discussing alcoholic beverages.

she looks at him cautiously before continuing. "and uh...customers buy soju obviously, but they take a lot of fruit to go with it. strawberries and watermelon, stuff like that. it seems trendy these days. do you do soju cocktails?"

...they don't.

hudson stays quiet, arms crossed as he processes her words. she's not an expert, but she isn’t completely off the mark.

he hadn’t considered the problem might be the drinks themselves. ansan had always stuck with the classics, assuming they’d appeal to everyone, and it's worked for ages.

but maybe tastes were shifting. if soju cocktails and seltzers - which they didn't sell - were in demand...it could be worth researching what else customers like. lighter, trendier options…freshening up the menu could attract a whole new crowd, even boost overall sales.

the girl sighs, annoyed by his lack of response. "anyway, sorry. i went off on a tangent. keep serving whatever you want"

she turns, walking away again. "but i was serious about that court order, yellow head!"

hudson closes his eyes, feeling irritated. how has this not crossed his mind before? why does this random girl in sweatpants unknowingly know more than him?

her words stay in his head, and hudson knows he won’t be able to let it go.

"...wait" he says, sighing.

she turns around once more, her brows raising in confusion.

he pinches his nose bridge, preparing himself for what he's about to say. "that was...helpful. i suppose i could ask my guys to...turn the music down"

she stares at him, taken aback, before smiling. not the weird evil grin she wore earlier, a real one. "...you will? seriously? i just...really need some quiet, so i can study"

huh. "...yes" he says, a bit softly.

her smile grows wider, flashing her teeth at him. "wow...thanks a lot. really. i know it's a nuisance for you, yellow he-" she pauses, looking sheepish. "hey, what's your real name? i'll stop calling you yellow head now"

"hudson ahn...sun of ansan"

weird. he's talked to plenty of girls, all of them more beautiful than she is. why are his cheeks heating up now?

"...sun of ansan?" she covers her mouth, perhaps trying to stifle a laugh. "that's...cool"

"what's yours?" he can't help but avoid eye contact.

she looks pleasantly surprised. "me? i'm─"

─ beautiful. her name is beautiful. she is beau─ actually, what's he even thinking? is central seoul's romantic guy rubbing off on him?

hudson rummages in his pocket, handing her a business card. "here. it's my contact details. just in case you want to...point out anything else you notice"

she eyes it peculiarly, before shaking her head in disbelief. "i guess all business guys just have these handy, huh?"

still, she doesn't give it back, or tells him to get lost, or rips it up. instead, she keeps it.

she turns and starts walking away ─ for the final time. she looks back at him, waving the card as she speaks. "bye hudson ahn sun of ansan" she giggles. so, she was in fact, laughing at his title.

he watches her figure get smaller, the tiny dot turning into nothing.

a girl giving him business advice...and it's useful? he never thought he'd see the day.

he only saw her smile once, but he wouldn't mind seeing it again.

hudson heads back into the club, getting preparations ready for the night ahead.

she still lacks etiquette. she also giggled at the title he's so proud of. but...that doesn't stop him from muttering to himself.

"100 points"

A/N: okay...i know his hair is more light brown than yellow, but "brown head" doesn't have the same ring to it. just imagine...the sunlight makes it seem yellow, because he's the sun of ansan bye

divider: @thecutestgrotto

[thinkingotherwise]

Lately I've become interested in Study Group, because of the k drama that's airing. And I thought about a story idea for Gamin.

It's headcanons only for now, but I'm thinking of writing it out and expanding as the series go.

It's written with the drama ver storyline in mind (I started reading webtoon to have an idea what may happen in the future but if I do write more it'll most likely follow the drama)

HC Yoon GaMin x fem! reader

- (Y/n) who has good memory and she doesn't necessarily need to study because she remembers most stuff

- (Y/n) who went to Yuseng because she didn't want to go to the same school as her classmates, so she picked one she knew they wouldn't choose

- (Y/n) who wants to create a game, so she's learning coding and spends her time playing games and collecting info about certain arcs and tips trying to find the best one for her game

- (Y/n) who while spending all her free time planning out the game and learning coding doesn't have time for social interactions 

- (Y/n) who wants to have a boyfriend to find out why all of her previous and current classmates claim it's great to have one, and also not to be a laughing stock when they find out she haven't had a boyfriend yet

- (Y/n) who finds out there's library in the school and goes there to check if they have some books about coding and/or story writing

- (Y/n) who hides when the study group enters but when they talk about a math question and the not-so-great way to solve it, she laughs at their inability and the questions one of them asks

- (Y/n) who after getting caught easily tells them what they need to do to solve it and even writes down the solution 

- GaMin who asks for her name with wide and sparkling eyes

- (Y/n) who after telling her name is then reintroduced by HeeWon as the top 1 student in first years

- GaMin who is excited and immediately asks if she'd join the study group 

- (Y/n) who says she's a little busy with her project and rejects him

- (Y/n) who after some time and more pestering finally agrees to be in the study group but only if they help her find a boyfriend

- GaMin immediately agrees but doesn't know where to start with her part of the deal

- after joining the study group (Y/n) gets robbed of her notes where she had her game plans as well as GaMin's study materials

- (Y/n) who sees GaMin fighting and immediately wants to do a fighting game about someone like him

[abyss-strikas]

ahem, you should do raino or tiger head canons, can’t get over my faves👨🏽

You're definitely right, I should! I will say, when I was writing these headcanons, I kind of went a bit overboard so I'm doing five headcanons for Twisting Tiger and Riano. I did also add a couple of headcanons at the end that includes my fan team, the Silver Lions FC, since it did come to mind when writing these out. I'll put those under a Read More though, just so this doesn't get as long as it is now. @h3art-v1n

Twisting Tiger

The grandmother that he mentions in Rookie Season is not his biological grandmother. I’m still a believer of him, Inyo and Miko growing up in an orphanage together, as shown in the comics, and I headcanon that he did eventually get adopted, but by an older woman who he considers his grandmother. She’s a fitness trainer, hence the abs thing

His favorite colour is green, associating it with nature and growth. He had to learn a lot after being adopted by his grandmother, and he was drawn to the color green because of the bandana she would always wear. She made him his own bandana before he left Japan to join Supa Strikas, and he keeps it in his closet for safe keeping.

Tiger has a sweet tooth. Aside from chocolate croissants being one of his favorites to eat, he also likes strawberry shortcake, mochi, strawberry and cherry dangos, and daifuku.

Tiger has always wanted to try and foster cats or dogs, but never really had a chance to because of his job. He was encouraged by his teammates to go for it, and he ended up fostering a nine-year old cat he named Yuki. Tiger was drawn to her because of how she was surrendered to the shelter, but no one wanted to take her in. Just like how it was for Tiger until he was adopted at the age of sixteen by his grandmother. So, he hopes he can give Yuki a better life than being in the shelter, just like what happened to him.

Tiger is the king of dance, at least on his dance pads. You might see him in the mall arcade playing the those kinds of games, with kids playing alongside him. He holds the record on almost all the songs on at least two dance machines.

Riano

The man is very humble, to the point that he’s got no secrets to hide. If he’s got secrets, they’re pretty tame and only the kind that would make him look “lame” to a majority of his fans. Like, his love for a children’s book series he grew up with, which is still going on to this day. A lot of fans like seeing him as the really cool, hot, and very charming football player he is, but there are times when he would like to nerd out about some of his interests.

Whenever Barka and Supa Strikas meet up, Riano and El Matador are always chatting away in Spanish, whether it be about some random topic or gossip within the Super League. Riano would never spread a rumor about someone, and usually scolds those who do, especially if said rumors are aimed to hurt the person they are targeting. He only participates in the gossip to see what’s going on with his fellow League players.

He used to dye his hair different colours when he was a teen, but settled on the purple when he first joined Barka. He had meant to remove it, but it became a part of his image when he played beautifully in his first few games, he decided to keep the streaks.

Riano keeps in touch with his family, and they’re a very large family. He always gets them gifts from the places he and his team go to, plays with his little cousins, nieces and nephews, and always engages in conversation with the parents, aunts, uncles, and his grandparents. However, when everything gets too much, he just heads to his older sister’s place, which is pretty much away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and crashes there for a night or two. She doesn’t mind, as she is an introvert compared to Riano, but appreciates it that her brother does come to visit from time to time.

Every two weeks, Riano treats his team to a Sunday brunch at a restaurant that he usually frequents, and the owner knows him very well. They get a discount on the bill if they win two games before the brunch, a small deal Riano made with the owner after the owner joked that his team couldn’t win back to back games during a drought they had. So far, the owner hasn’t gone back on the deal and has even made small compromises when they’ve won one game but lost the second one.

Bonus headcanons – Silver Lions FC Edition

 It may come as a surprise, but Riano did doubt the Silver Lions when the club rejoined the Super League. For Riano, his doubt stemmed from how everyone was hyping up the team, despite the fact that most of the players on the team never had any football experience, except the returning veterans. He thought they would treat the game like a joke and not take it seriously, but then he saw how they played their second game against them with precision and how they were able to adapt to their different move sets.

He also had doubts about the team for how they would respond in interviews, seeing their answers as maybe too much for the fans. But he was shocked to learn that a majority of the Super League fans actually liked the brutal honesty that came from the Silver Lions; a breath of fresh air is what many fans had said about them.

Riano would later apologize to both Oliver and Trent on how he first viewed them and their team, and they apologized in return for rushing to assume that Riano was like the other players they’ve met. Always judging them while hiding it under his charming looks and personality. Seeing as all three captains all had the same idea of what they thought the other team was like, Riano invited them and their team for brunch, to show no hard feelings between each team. In return, the Silver Lions invited Barka to the restaurant/pub they go to celebrate special events, including brunch.

From time to time, Riano will spend time with the captains, but he also has formed a friendship with their reserve defender, Flint Martinez, and his boyfriend who is one of the main defenders, Hale Pagaduan. Riano took interest in Flint after watching him perform with his underground band, and found that he and Hale could relate to each other about having big families and having such high expectations put on them by their families. When the three are together, they're usually seen running in the park with some other Barka FC players and talking about anything that has been happening in the world or within the Super League.

Twisting Tiger wasn't sure if he would even get along with any of the Silver Lions players, but suddenly found himself being followed by one of the smaller players of the team, Mica Bailey. He's one of the main strikers of the team and is cousins to Sean Bailey, one of the main midfielders of the team. Tiger is unsure why Mica has taken a liking to him, but he is able to have Sean interpret whatever Mica wants to tell him, as Mica is mute and communicates in both ASL and BSL.

Oddly enough, Tiger has a rivalry with both Bailey cousins but in different ways. With Mica, he sometimes has a hard time getting the ball to one of his strikers, as the Silver Lions player is quick to intercept and take it back up the field towards the Supa Strikas' goal. With Sean, anytime that Tiger does his Twisting Tornado, Sean is able to take the ball away from Tiger and initiate his own move his team have dubbed as The Irish Storm. The move consists of Sean running around the Supa Strikas midfielders in an infinity loop, moving so fast that it's hard to keep track of him. But the reason he does this is to allow one of the Silver Lions players to blend in while he runs, and take advantage of when Sean passes the ball to them. While he is not always successful in taking the ball from Tiger, he usually marks him when they're on the field.

Despite this, Tiger finds he enjoys the company of the Bailey cousins a lot, especially with watching Sean getting angry about something, and Mica signing things to get his cousin even more angry. Tiger has been teaching himself how to sign ASL to better communicate with Mica, and has been able to find a common ground between him and Sean in the form of model cars. Sean used to be a race car driver, but left the sport to focus on being a mechanic for his own workshop, collecting the little model cars when he can.

Tiger has also found some common ground with the main goalie of the Silver Lions, Fritz Germane, with the two of them being orphans when they were both younger, but having found a family later on. He sometimes goes to the much older goalie to hear how he was adopted and what his life was like with them.

[cannibalisticskittles]

amity is ready to rip gortash to pieces with her teeth

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[cuteniaarts]

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