#this is in his usual verse so hes like 18 however that spices up her mha verse! if shes been in there for longer etc

[cataschism]

✦ @never-surrender.             /             suk-ja &. deku.

It’s a high - stakes enough mission that Deku was given special permission to participate in it alone, ear - piece firmly attached and hero costume as irrecognizable as possible. HE’S SPENT A LONG TIME DANCING WITH THE LEAGUE, &. hostages were never low enough for them to commit themselves against. 

❛ Halls are clear. Looking for the medical wing, now. ❜ SUK-JA LAOI. The league’s home nurse, &. their longest - surviving hostage. It’s taken so long for the heroes to even know she’s there, &. longer for them to decide who to send in for her rescue. Deku nearly jumped out of his skin trying to wait, imagining Kacchan in her place. MAKES HIS SKIN CRAWL.

Pushing open a door, &. looking inside - rows &. rows of run - down cots, curtains, first - aid kits on tables &. bloodied bandages thrown into a garbage can. Keeping low to the ground, he makes as little noise &. takes up as little space as possible. She can think he’s a villain &. she just might, appearing in all - black with a toothy mask meant to imitate, but not identify, his previous hero costumes. 

Like an emo kid’s bad cosplay. 

Standing up straight, Deku clears his throat. ❛ Is there a woman named Laoi here? ❜

[shockwavepulsar]

BASICS

AGE: 18 (in game), over 20 (usually mid twenties) in most other verses BIRTHDAY: October 4th GENDER: Woman SEXUALITY: Good question. She doesn’t even know! I would probably classify her as bi/pansexual? She does have a preference for masculinity though. INTROVERT, EXTROVERT, OR OMNIVERT?: Omnivert HEIGHT: 5′8″ BODY TYPE: Slim, athletic, toned  EYES: Deep blue HEALTH: Healthy physically, although she could do with less sodium in her diet. Not so healthy mentally.  MEDICATION: Anti-depressants, occasional sleep aids. TEMPERAMENT: Quistis can be quite kind and easy-going, somewhat of a people-pleaser. However, she also puts her foot down when she’s had enough. She’s strong-willed and will not hesitate to tell people what they’ve done wrong and why, but criticism directed towards herself is not handled very well. She is prone to moodiness and self-doubt.

FAMILY:

FATHER: (Adoptive) A former politician, infertile. Somewhat of a decent man (as far as politicians go), focused on his career and family. He was very kind with Quistis and hoped the adoption would allow him and his wife to have a more normal-appearing family. It only caused their already unstable marriage to unravel further. He tried his best to keep Quistis from the chaos, but after a routine checkup as a part of the adoption contract, it was found that the household was unsuitable for Quistis, and both parties agreed to have her removed and sent to Garden. MOTHER:  (Adoptive) Started out as a reasonable woman, but became enticed by the prospect of having power through her marriage to a politician. When they tried for a child and could not have one, she felt as if it was her fault and that she was broken until tests revealed it was her husband that was infertile. She then began projecting her negative feelings onto him. Now he was broken. She agreed to the adoption, but when she saw how happy Quistis made her husband, it made her feel as if she had no real purpose in the family anymore so she resented her and made her life hell at every turn. Eventually, she became pregnant as a result of an affair, leading her husband to believe it was some kind of miracle and that they could finally have their own child. Until Quistis told him what happened. SIBLINGS: None. PARTNER: None. OFFSPRING: None. PETS: None, though she wouldn’t mind having a dog or cat eventually. 

ADDITIONAL:

SMOKES: No. DRINKS: On occasion, socially. DRUGS:  Marijuana once (on accident), though given its medical uses she would not be opposed. DIET: Very healthy foods, tries her best not to eat anything overly processed. She doesn’t eat much meat and would consider herself pescatarian. She does like seafood quite a lot, but eats it mostly on special occasions or on particularly bad days to cheer herself up. When it comes to flavor, Quistis likes very extreme flavors so things that are bitter or sour or sweet or spicy. She’s not so fond of things like bread for this reason, unless it’s used as a vessel for other flavorful foods (or if it’s a sweet bread). She really likes spicy food. Her tolerance for spice is nearly unmatched.  ALLERGIES/INTOLERANCE: slightly lactose intolerant, though she still eats ice cream occasionally TATTOOS: None. PIERCINGS: Ears pierced once. Almost got her belly button pierced but decided against it (she is very thankful for her hesitation)  JEWELRY: Usually her hair clips can be considered her ‘jewelry’ but she used to wear a necklace with a piece of round seaglass under her cadet uniform. It was given to her by Matron as a gift before she got adopted. When she returned to Garden, she wore it to remember her time before she left, hoping to forget the pain of the two years of her adoption (of course, she forgot it all). The necklace was lost long ago, but she is drawn to jewelry that looks like seaglass when she’s window shopping even though she has yet to make a purchase.  GLASSES/CONTACTS?: After an incident involving her discovery of her blue magic abilities, Quistis’s vision decreased. Laser Eye, if performed incorrectly, can do that to a person. So, she wears contacts when in battle and glasses off the field. Nowadays, she wears contacts most of the time. PERFUME?: Special occasions only. Most of the time, she relies on her soap, shampoo, and deodorant to smell nice. Scents she’s drawn to are mostly fresh and slightly floral, though she does like to have a little bit of a mature spice, wood, or leather once in a while. MISC:

DRIVES?:  Yes, and also pilots if needed. PARTIES?: The parties that Garden holds, including festivals, yes. House parties? .....maaaaybe. WRITES LOVE POETRY?:  No. CELEBRATES BIRTHDAY?: Yes! Although, she likes it to be a bit more low-key. FAVOURITE COLOUR?: Red, coral, peach. SLEEPS?:  Lightly. She’s used to having to be prepared to be alert so she wakes quite easily unless she’s somewhere she knows she’s safe. Then, she sleeps like a rock. When she gets to sleep deeply, she sleeps on her stomach with one leg bent and the other straight, her arms underneath her pillow. If she’s resting, she sleeps on her back with her arms folded over her stomach to be prepared for anything. HAS PLUSHIES? No. MUSIC TASTE?: Easy-listening, jazz, unique sounding vocals, stuff with a good beat. Not so fond of things that are overly complicated, noisy, or involve screaming. She’s not well-versed with music and how it works, so if someone were to have her listen to some classical masterpiece, don’t expect her to know much about it or to particularly care one way or another about it. It’s just music, doesn’t matter who made it and when. READS?:  Historical Fiction, Science-Fiction, Mystery/Thriller/Suspense, Fantasy, Romance. She’ll read just about anything. FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: She doesn’t remember enough about her childhood to pick out a memory she’d be the fondest of. Honestly, what little bits she remembers of her childhood are haphazardly stitched together in her mind so she wouldn’t be able to separate certain events from others. For all she knows, they could have all happened on the same day or in the same week despite having been at the orphanage for years. SINGS IN SHOWER?: No. Tagged by: @dogof-war Tagging: You! Reading this!

[skzsauce01]

WOW, Jisung

Description: Jisung’s crush discovers a past he would rather hide.

Warning: None

Word count: 1769

Pairings: Han Jisung x fem!reader

WOW, Bang Chan / WOW, Changbin

“Excuse me, Noona. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Jisung chokes on his water upon hearing those words escape from your normally sweet lips.

“W-what?” he stutters, still trying to recover from choking.

“What?” you return, feigning confusion.

“You just said something. What was it?”

“I didn’t say anything; I was just passing by.” You flutter your lashes at him innocently.

He wonders if you’re doing it on purpose-- if you know what effect it has on him.

“Oh, I just thought I heard something,” he mutters, turning away to hide his reddening features.

Sniffling a giggle, you leave the blonde to his imagination.

He heard it. He’s pretty sure he hears it this time, the unmistakable melody of your laughter and Hyunjin singing “wooooow” in an all-too exaggerated manner. He walks into the room to find you cleaning up after finishing his bandmate’s makeup. His heart pangs a little upon seeing you smiling at each other, but the feelings all wash away when you turn towards him with that same curve on your lips.

“Jisung-oppa! You’re just in time. Have a seat!”

“It’s makeup time, ‘Jisung-oppa,’” Hyunjin teases while pushing past the younger’s shoulder.

He sits down in the chair, fairly certain the two of you know something he doesn’t. The fact that you’re wearing a grey jacket doesn’t escape him.

“What were the two of you talking about?” he questions.

You dab foundation onto his squirrely cheeks. “There’s a new movie coming out next week. He wanted to watch it together.”

“Really? It sounded like he was singing something.”

“Singing what?”

Jisung’s voice gets caught in his throat. One, because he would be exposing himself if he told you the title and you actually don’t know about it, and two, because you were leaning a little too close to put on his liner.

“Just... something...” he manages. “Are you really going to the movies with him?”

You’re glad he’s closing his eyes so he can’t see you laughing. “I am. Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” he exclaims too readily. His eyelids pop open in eagerness and you nearly jab his eyeball with eye shadow.

“Really? It’s a horror.”

“O-oh...” He slumps back into the back of the chair. “T-that’s fine. I like horror movies. Yeah, let’s go.”

Jisung didn’t realize a movie outing consisted of not only you, him, and Hyunjin, but also a handful of staff and some other members. Of course it has to be like this; the group can’t handle a dating scandal quite yet.

Through a series of trades, the boy finally successfully got the ticket for the seat next to you. As he weaved through the aisle with a bucket of popcorn he hoped you guys could share, he spots you and Hyunjin wearing one ear of a earphone each and bobbing to some music as the two of you waited for the movie to start.

“What are you listening to?” he casually asks.

“3RACHA,” Hyunjin replies off-offhandedly.

“Oh, which song?”

The taller male mumbles something incoherent. Behind you, Jeongin reaches for Hyunjin’s phone and reads the title. The maknae breaks into a peal of laughter and whispers something into his leader’s ear.

“Ya! Hyunjin! What are you showing Y/N?” whines Chan.

“What is it? What are they listening to?” Jisung demands.

“Art.” “Ear poison.” “The best thing ever.” “Your demise.” 

Jisung glares at his members and is about to voice another complaint when a vampire jumps onto screen, effectively replacing his complaint with a scream. He feels you giving his shoulder a calming pat in the dark, and the boy looks down at his feet with burning embarrassment. Perhaps he shouldn’t have chosen this seat after all.

To get Hyunjin to spill the beans on what he’s been showing you, Jisung finally loops you and his bandmates into a game of “Truth or Dare” with Wasabi being the punishment for chickens who flake out on their turn.

After a series of hard-fought rock-paper-scissors, Jisung gets to go first.

“Hyunjin--”

The male in question takes a swig of wasabi paste, earning him a few boos and teases.

Jisung is fuming at this point. It’s already been two weeks since his suspicions arose, and he needs answers. He turns his focus on you, knowing you have a notoriously low tolerance for spice. However, it seems like he isn’t the only one who has you in focus.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” prompts Hyunjin.

“Truth.”

“Do you like someone? Like, like like.”

Jisung’s every sense heighten ten-fold.

You raise a brow at Hyunjin, knowing he already knows the answer. “Yes.”

A few ooh’s and ah’s fill the room. Jisung thought you stole a quick glance at him before answering, but he really isn’t sure about it this time.

After Felix put Changbin’s sock in his mouth, Chan confessed to stealing Felix’s sausage, Minho danced to “Barbie World,” and Jisung being forced to admit he isn’t actually as cool as he thinks, it’s finally the squirrel’s turn again.

“Y/N...” he begins feeling the name that he’s usually to shy to even think about roll smoothly off his tongue. “Truth or dare?”

You narrow your eyes at him, weighing your options. Jisung could feel your intense stare burning his skin and making him dizzy.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to... um...”

All the members already knew of his little fancy and begin laughing.

“Kiss me,” suggests Felix.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” adds Minho.

Play the song you and Hyunjin were listening to at the theater, he wants to say. It has been his original goal after all. But something even more pressing seems to want to escape him.

“H-hug,” he utters.

“Hug?” the room repeats his incomplete thought.

“Hug the person you like!” he blurts, squeezing his body into a tight fetal position and feeling his soul escape him.

He could see your face fall at the command. Chan leans over to your ear and whispers something.

“I know,” you reply. Then you whisper something else back to him.

Jisung’s heart begins racing after catching the first part of what you said. It increases to a rate where he’s sure he would die any minute when you stand and walk towards him. 

But you don’t make it to him. Your feet stop two meters short. Instead, you crouch in the middle of the circle the boys form and uncap the tube of wasabi. A tear streams from your face as the foreign substance touches your pallet. Chan pats you on the back when you return to your seat, and you bury your head in your hands, visibly more upset than what wasabi should have cause.

The game ends soon after that due to it being midnight. Jisung never got his answers but it doesn’t seem to matter now that all he cares about is why you’re so down, especially after that dare.

He clutches your wrist as you try to pile out of the room with the rest of the boys.

“Y/N.”

“What’s wrong, Jisung-oppa?” You turn to face him with a half-hearted smile.

He gathers his confidence and hardens his stance. “You’re the only one who knows.”

“The song?”

“No, I don’t care about that anymore. What I do care about is why you’re so upset.”

“Why?”

He decides to take the gamble. “You told Chan you know why.”

Bulls-eye. You falter under his gaze, refusing to meet it with your own.

“How about this: I’ll tell you the song and you leave me alone.”

He runs to the door to block it as you try walking away. “I can’t leave you alone, Y/N. I like you too much to do that.”

You stop dead on your tracks at his vocalized confession.

“But you have to!” you exclaim. “It’ll ruin your career otherwise!”

“Is this what it’s about? Me being an idol? That’s why you never said anything even though you’ve known I liked you all this time. Then what about you? Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I won’t. I can’t,” you huff. “I think that game we just played is answer enough.”

He takes your hand again and pulls you into a hug. “It was, and that’s why I can’t just let you go anymore.” He guides your hand around his waist. “Come on, complete your dare. We’ll make this work somehow.”

You sniffle into his chest, still hesitant.

Jisung sighs and begins rapping softly, letting the vibrations in his chest calm you.

“Excuse me, Y/N, but do you have a boyfriend? A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct Those guys behind me called you pretty N-no, I'm just nervous, so I'm rambling on I'm still an 18-year-old high schooler Honestly, the last thing you want is stubbornness Although I might be a nuisance I've been thinking about this for a long time My friends are making fun of me Stop for a moment and focus on your gaze Your entire aura is shining I'll focus on expressing my inexperienced heart My sweat keeps flowing and I'm getting goosebumps One comment gives me eighth grade syndrome She must have noticed, at first I was confident This isn't a joke Time shows that you reaction is probably my love potion.” He’s glad to hear your soft chuckles at the end of his verses.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you murmur.

“Well, what do you say? Date me?”

“But the company...”

“We’ll keep it between these walls. I know I’ll be asking you to endure a lot for me, but we can make this work. I’ll make it work. For you, I can make anything work.”

You sigh, giving into your feelings and his charming sincerity. With a tight squeeze around his waist, you nod. “Okay.”

Jisung returns the gesture and buries his face into your hair. He releases a sigh of relief and feels all the anxiety he has built up over everything and anything being freed from him as he melts into your arms.

Fireworks go off. And by fireworks I mean eight overly loud boys. 

“Finally!” screams Changbin.

Seungmin is seen grumbling while handing Jeongin a few bucks after probably losing a bet.

“Screw secrecy, go public so I can stop being shipped with this guy,” Minho suggests.

“Were you guys listening this whole time?” Jisung gasps.

“Duh,” Chan replies. “I can’t believe you actually sung ‘WOW’ though, mate.”

“I thought that was the song you guys were feeding to her behind my back, so I found it fitting.”

You laugh at his blushing cheeks, red from embarrassment and regret, and press a quick peck onto it. “It really was ‘WOW.’” 

~ ad.gold