#Scout Ya Model Management

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Rockstar! Eddie x Model! Reader

Corroded Coffin was selling Merch and hired models to show off the clothes.

You and Eddie were friends from high school, albeit not as close as either of you wished you could be since you were a cheerleader and he was ‘a freak.’

After graduation, you both moved away from Hawkins: Eddie for his band, you for literally anything else.

You were scouted by an agency that hooked you up with Eddie’s band.

You noticed the band name instantly. Even if you didn’t need the extra money, you would have taken it any day.

Eddie thought he was going crazy when he saw you coming out of your car and going into the same building he intended to go into.

Which was even weirder when it looked like he was following you, when, in reality, you were both going to the same room on the same floor.

He ended up losing you, even when he saw you go through the same door. But the studio was huge, so of course, he was going to lose you.

You left the changing room with a hoodie they needed you to wear and that’s when Eddie caught your eye. He still had the same long, curly hair, and the same style, clad in black and silver.

He’d also seen you properly too. You looked the same despite the different hairstyle, going along with the trend. And he couldn't lie, seeing you in his merch did something to him, even if you were paid to wear it.

You’d gone up to him with a smile (of course, you did) and he had greeted you with his flirtatious gaze that you oh, so missed.

The photographer had called you and so, your session had started. You could feel him staring at you the entire way through.

Then the male model came in.

He might as well have been a clone of Eddie except the only difference was the iconic curly hair.

His gaze changed when you had to model with the other man. Yes, it still holds admiration for you, but at this point, he might as well just model with you.

He went up to his manager.

“Ya think I could model a few pics too?” “Of course! We’ll get some solo pictures, maybe a band picture if you want for a poster-” “No, I want them with her.” He points to you.

“Uhh, we can’t just get rid of the guy… He needs to be paid too.” “Then pay him.”

He ends up fighting for one picture with you. But he’s the one paying everyone, so of course he gets pictures with you.

You’re nervous to touch him, which Eddie takes note of - you were all touchy-feely with the other model, why not with Eddie? Then he smirks: you like him.

He breaks down the barrier and touches your waist, keeping you close to him.

(Almost all the pictures are you two touching each other in some way.)

After the photoshoot, Eddie asks to meet up again, giving you his pager. You both test it before you turn around to your car.

“Wait!” 

You turn around.

“Next time we meet up, let’s make it a date, yeah?”

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Chapter 5 "Morning Dew" ( The Medizin| Medic x Reader)

A/n: I have about thirteen drawn pieces of art that have medic, but I'm a lazy bum. Give me at least three comments on this chapter and I'll post my own art. 

The morning sun rose as the remains of the gray clouds drifted away. Morning dew rested on the green lawn. The other eight mercenaries were already up, making breakfast. Only one member was missing.

“Ugh, my back.” The sore, tired doctor stood up from the ground, rubbing his spine. Y/n was still sleeping. At least she was calm and peaceful. She was sprawled out on the bed, her limbs dangling over the edge. It seemed that Ludwig had been kicked off in a fight for the covers, which dangled over the bed. Y/n had been victorious. The doctor stood up, tucking his Täubchen back in bed, properly. He picked up his book that fell to the floor. 

“Mhm, Ludwig, is that you?” Y/n asked, slowly opening her eyes. His touch had awakened the model. Ludwig smiled.

“Ja,” he replied. “Are jou awake?”

“Yeah, I’m up,” she answered. She yawned, stretching. She cuddled up in the covers as the morning light streamed into the room. Y/n groaned. “I don’t want to get up,” she whined. Ludwig softly chuckled.

“I’ll bring jou some breakfast,” he said. ”Okay Täubchen?” 

“Sure,” Y/n said, turning on her side. “Tell the guys I said good morning.”

“Of course.” The men greeted their medic as he entered the kitchen. Spy and Engineer were busy flipping omelets while the Scout attempted to make ovaltine smoothies. Heavy made sandwiches from bologna to bacon. Pyro was watching T.V with Engineer, who was snoring softly. Demoman had gone off to buy groceries.

“Would doktor have cheese with his sandvich?” 

“Ja.” 

“Mmph mmph mmmmph (Hey doc, can ya come here)?” Pyro called out from the living room. “Mmph (you don’t wanna miss this).” The doctor walked into the living room but whatever Pyro was watching was gone. The weatherman was now talking about the forecast in Teufort. The flame lover groaned sadly. “Mmph mmph mmmppphh (Sorry doc, you missed it).” 

“Zhat’s okay,” Ludwig replied. “Next time, keep an eye out for it.” Pyro mumbled happily and changed the channel. Heavy came out of the kitchen, holding a tray.

“For leetle girl,” he said.

“Danke mein freund,” Ludwig answered, taking the tray. “Täubchen will appreciate this. By the way, she says good morning to all of jou.”

“Tell her ditto!” Scout called from the kitchen. The doctor returned to Y/n’s room, which Archimedes had managed to enter.

“Hiya Ludwig!” Y/n was propped up against the pillow, reading Ludwig’s book. “No worries, I made a bookmark to mark your page. Mine’s right here.” She held up a paper. It was cut thin, drawn completely f/c. An umbrella was drawn in the center, colored in with a darker shade of f/c. On the corners, four birds were drawn, with Medic’s symbols underneath them.

“Täubchen, jou made this jourself?” the doctor asked. Ludwig handed Y/n her tray as she nodded. She grabbed the fork and cut the omelet.  “May I see mine?” 

“Sure.” Y/n put the clean napkin in between the pages Ludwig left off and grabbed the bookmark. His was decorated with medical symbols and the red cross he wore on his uniform.

“Ah, Y/n, it’s nice,” he said. He joined her on the bed, crossing his legs. “Where did jou get the supplies?”

“I asked your bird to get it for me,” Y/n replied. “I hope Pyro doesn’t mind me borrowing his stuff.” Ludwig chuckled.

“I’m surprised Archimedes could listen to jou,” he said. “He’s such a dummkopf sometimes.” Y/n petted the feathers of the bird, who rested on her shoulder. Archimedes sadly chirped, as if he could understand what his owner said.

“Don’t listen to the mean, old Ludwig,” she cooed. “He’s just grumpy.” The doctor laughed.

“Aheh, I’m sorry Archimedes,” he said. The dove cooed and flew onto Ludwig’s shoulder.

“Hey, after breakfast, wanna take a walk?” Y/n asked, taking a bite out of her food. “Heard it’s good for the heart.”

“It’s true, Täubchen,” Ludwig said. “Studies from my patients prove it!” Y/n swallowed her food, smiling widely.

“Then let’s do it!” she happily exclaimed.

“Let me just get dressed and ready,” he replied, getting up. “No one wants to see people in their pajamas. I’ll come pick jou up in a while, Täubchen.” The doctor disappeared to get dressed. He put on a cream colored under his white, collared shirt. He wore the same brown pants he would wear into battle. Same with the boots. The black leather donned his feet.

Y/n also got dressed. She just wore the same clothes from yesterday. They were still clean. After getting dressed, she brushed out and pulled back her hair, then continued to eat her breakfast.

There was a knock on the door as Ludwig returned.

“Täubchen? I’m back.” He opened the door. Y/n was finished cleaning up the plate. Her face was stuffed and made her look like a cute hamster, which melted the doctor’s heart. 

“I’m almost done,” she said, swallowing her food.

“Täubchen, jou’ve already wiped the plate clean!” Ludwig exclaimed, smiling. Y/n was quite hungry.

“I guess I wanted more,” she replied. “Oh well, I’ll have to wait for lunch then.” The doctor smiled.

“I’m cooking for lunch,” he said. “Jou’ll love it.” Y/n smiled.

“Can’t wait then,” she answered. She stood up from the bed and slipped on her shoes. “Ready for the walk?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” The two walked downstairs, hand in hand. They told the others what they were doing and gained approval from Spy. The doctor led Y/n to the outskirts of the base, where the grass really was greener on the other side. “Jou’re going to love this Täubchen,” Ludwig said.

The morning dew gave the grass a shiny coat. The garden had a variety of flowers, all different colors and shapes. The flowers and fresh grass had a delicious fragrance that was irresistible. Birds chirped and sang songs as they flew around in the trees. The sun added to the atmosphere, giving the area a warm temperature that was just perfect.

Y/n gasped, smiling.

“Ludwig, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed. “This place, it’s amazing!!!”

“I’m glad jou love it,” he replied. “It reminds me of jou, so beautiful.” Y/n blushed.

“Well, I think it’s perfect,” she said. “Just like you.” The doctor chuckled.

“No one’s perfect.” Y/n smiled and kissed Ludwig on the cheek. 

“Well, I think so,” she said with a smile.

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Klara Jelinkova (Klarka) @ Scout Ya Model Management by @sarahgallaunphotography

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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[parvulous-writings]

Jesse McCree // SFW  alphabet

​Summary: A sfw A-Z for Jesse McCree, from Overwatch! 

Warnings: use of tobacco/smoking, brief mention of death.

Notes: My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 

Jesse is pretty affectionate, especially when the pair of you are alone. One armed hugs, hair ruffles and head pats are his absolute favourite way to show you affection. On occasion giving you a kiss on the cheek when in public, and his kisses goodbye are always on the lips. Always. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?) 

McCree is quite often the sassy joker of a friend group, always pitching in a one-liner or two during even the most casual of conversations. He’s also quite the charmer, shamelessly flirting with you and occasionally others when the moment suits it. Though he will not hesitate to jump to your defense should someone else get too snarky with you. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) 

Though he would never blurt out the fact, he loves cuddles. Curling up with you in a cosy corner, whether it be a bed or a cushioned seat, it’s one of his favourite things, he can’t deny it. He cuddles you by drawing you as close as he can so he can warm your body with his own, wrapping his arms firmly around you like a child with their favourite stuffie. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?) 

He isn’t all that fussed on settling down in any one place, so long as he can stay by you, I’d wager he’d be pretty content. He’s an alright cook, not the best but not the worst either. Cleaning, the man is far from mastering that skill (he leaves his clothes everywhere unless they’re going in the wash). 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

He’d be straightforward about it. Something along the lines of;  “Look, I care for ya, sugar, really I do... But I think it’s time for us to go our separate ways.”

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) 

If you asked him, he’d probably just brush it all off with a smile. If he was honest though- commitment like engagement or marriage intimidated him a little bit. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you, it was more that he’s the kind of man to live more in the moment than to plan ahead. 

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

He’s fairly gentle, when he knows he needs to be. Other than that, he’s average on that kind of thing- a life in Deadlock Grange will do that to a man. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Jesse is usually indifferent to hugs. Except goodbye hugs, he’ll never miss out on those, not in a million years. He knows how sporadic and random Death can be in life. 

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

He doesn’t say it particularly quickly, but once he actually acknowledges his feelings for you, he’ll say it pretty often. Before you both go to sleep, before you go on a mission, etc. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

McCree does tend to get jealous- usually he tries to hide it, figuring it’s an undesirable trait of his that you wouldn’t be too fond of. There are other times, however, when it does manage to get past his filter. He gets pretty agitated when jealous, and kind of possessive as well. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It depends on the situation. If you’re out in public, it’s usually a quick peck, on the cheek or chastely on the lips. If you’re alone, they last for a lot longer, and are much, much warmer, full of the love he often restrains from showing in front of others. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He’s more like an uncle figure than a father figure. He’s fun, and is relatively good with kids, but shouldn’t really be a prolonged role model for them. His role seems admirable, but it’s very morally grey, and should really only be tackled when the children are mature. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

Slow, and sweet. Jesse usually lays in, even when he has things to do. He especially likes cuddling up to you when he’s still half asleep. “Best damn feelin’ in the world.” 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Kind of like the mornings spent with him. Slow, quiet, and endearing. He likes just appreciating time with you, basking in your presence and showing you all the adoration you deserve. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Often late at night, when he’s tired and you’re both alone. It’s when his walls fall down, his exhaustion making them crumble. He also thinks that because you’re also probably tired, you’ll hardly remember his low, quiet voice spilling stories about his demons. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This depends on how much sleep he’s gotten, or how stressed he’s been recently. If he’s gotten enough sleep and life has been easy on him, he’s like a lazy river- but then if he’s deprived of sleep and work has piled onto him, he’s more like the blazing fires of hell. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remembers a fair amount. Not everything- he’d say that’s impossible. But a reasonable amount. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

When the two of you went to the Diner along Route 66. Though he personally doesn’t always like the place, the jokes you made that day still make him chuckle. You also fed him some apple pie and that’s something he’ll never let go of. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Rather protective. He gives you all the info and training you need- should you not know anything already- to defend yourself, but he is very much aware that he shouldn’t be too overbearing or try to fight every battle for you. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Considering Jesse is more often than not a very laid back man, he puts in a good amount of effort. He remembers almost every important date for the pair of you- which is a little unusual in every other aspect of his life- and often makes time specifically for you. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He smokes. A lot. As in a lot a lot. He’s tried once or twice to give up, but he just can’t seem to.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

McCree isn’t vain per se, but he is certainly conscious of his appearance. He keeps as well groomed as he can between missions, but he knows he doesn’t always look the most pristine of men. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel lonely. Really lonely. The same feeling he feels on solo scouting missions. He doesn’t like being away from you for too long. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

This man shares every poncho/scarf he owns with you. Every single one. His favourite is the red one, he loves seeing you in it, but he thinks that the royal blue one he has looks best on you. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

McCree is a lot of things, but a fussy man is not one of them.  Except when it comes to the coffee in Deadlock Grange. He hates it. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

This man sleeps like a rock. Almost nothing wakes him. Period. You could scream at him, flash a bright light in his face, this man isn’t waking from external stimuli. The only thing that wakes him is some of the nightmares he gets. 

#jesse mccree #mccree x reader #overwatch #x reader #jesse mccree x reader #comfort cowboy #overwatch x reader #cowboy x reader #x reader headcanons #jesse mccree headcanons #mccree headcanon #requests open #please request

[murder-by-sk8board]

Sk8 Future AU

Characters ages + professions

Reki - 24 - Very well-known board designer/maker. Also he's very popular at S (he just wants to skate ya' know? Have fun!) His brand is very well liked among the skating community. He's got an online shop with basic boards he designed and he also takes custom orders. He can make you a custom board sort of like the way he originally made Langa's as well, (he will watch you skate and design one based of your skating style and add/remove things that would be helpful all that stuff) but it takes time obv and of course he charges a fair price for it. (Langa's the only one getting a free board around here. He's got a business to run.) He doesn't do/get requests for these types of custom boards very often tho. Reki's boards are sold either online or exclusively at Dope Sketch. My son making money doing what he is good at and enjoys :) He is also attending school for graphic design and business management.

Langa - 25 - MODEL LANGA MODEL LANGA MODEL LANGA! Kid got scouted by not one. but TWO different modeling agencies in his third year. He and Reki were just wondering around Tokyo when they went to watch one of Miya's competitions and yeah. (Reki definitely could be a model too, I agree. don't @ me.) Anyways. Langa works for some really good modeling agency or whatever and is actually very well known. (Rich Bitch) He started modeling a little bit, towards the end of third year, and then after graduation started doing it full-time (or whatever the fuck "full-time" means in the modeling industry) He is still popular at S and he and Reki go all the time.

Miya - 18 - High school third year. Pro skater. Went to the Olympics once :) Won Bronze. This kid is still very much a sassy little bitch that is very good at skating. Still goes to S of course. Looking at going to university for game developing. He lives with Joe and Cherry. I like to think that Miya got emancipated from his parents when he was 16 bc they are neglectful and only care about the money he is making them with his skating and Matchablossom took him in.

Hiromi - 30 - After his manager married her bf and left, he became the manager of Tulip. This guy loves his job and is great. After his manager left, he dropped the overly sweet borderline weird act. Obv he's still a very nice guy because Hiromi is actually a very nice guy, I just mean that he is a little bit more natural. He's not using that high pitched customer service voice all the time and started to style his hair in a mohawk regularly rather than doing that god awful combed down tuft on top if his head. His coworkers/subordinates all really like him. He dads his one high school employee sometimes mostly definitely on accident but come on man she's a kid and needs to be taken care of. He is living the dream of being a punk rocker working in a flower shop. 100% the kind of metalhead that will beat you up if you say anything about BABYMETAL not being a real metal band. Still attends S frequently.

Kojiro and Kaoru - 37 - Still doing what they're doing and being amazing I love them. They are married and also adopted a baby recently. The go to S sometimes but not a whole lot. They are, as Miya calls them, Old People. When they adopted the baby, they made extra sure that Miya would be okay with it and that he knew they didn't care for him any less (bc this kid has self-worth and abandonment issues.) Miya actually ended up picking her name. Kojiro and Kaoru couldn't decide whose last name she should have (and also thought that hyphenating would be too long) so Miya chimed in that she could have Nanjo for her family name, and her given name be Sakura. Best of both. Nanjo Sakura is six months old, and Matchablossom have had her for four. She is very cute and adorable and she turned Kaoru soft. This man wasn't even completely sure about dealing with a child younger than 15 until he met her. Kojiro continues to make fun of him for it.

#ry's future au #sk8 au #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 miya #sk8 shadow #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry #nanjo kojiro #kaoru sakurayashiki #hiromi higa #miya chinen #kyan reki #langa hasewaga

[jiyeonws]

(  HELLO again! It’s ya girl, Ash, and I’m here to introduce my second muse — AHN JIYEON, Ladybug’s Main Vocal & Face. I’ve linked some helpful pages for those who want to get to know her a little bit, and below the cut are some key points about her life and such if you can’t be bothered to read all the big stuff (though the information below is not brief by any means asdfghjkl). I will also have some quick plot ideas below. Go ahead and smack that HEART button if you want me to send you a message, or alternatively send me one if you’d like to plot! I will probably respond more quickly to messages on Taejoon’s blog, but send to whichever you prefer!  )

BIO. / PROFILE. / CAREER. / PLOTS.

BACKGROUND.

— Jiyeon was born on August 1, 1992. She is currently old af 29 years old. — Her parents split when she was a toddler, but she had/has regular contact with her father. She was raised by her mother. — When she was five, she was scouted by an acting/modeling agent while out shopping with her mother. — After signing, she started with modeling gigs that turned into acting gigs. — Throughout her childhood, she was cast in multiple dramas, and later, movies. — She decided when she was a little older that she wanted to get better at singing (she already had natural talent) and she wanted to become an idol. — She was approached by an agent from Yuseong after someone at one of her shoots heard her singing in her dressing room. Homie went behind her back and basically did all the work to get her an audition. — She aced her audition in January 2009 and became a trainee with Yuseong. The start of her training was ✨rough✨ because sis couldn’t dance, but she’s a quick learner and was able to manage. — She debuted with Ladybug in September 2012 (age 20). — She participated in lots of variety shows after debut and worked her ass off to live up to the name of face of the group. One of her favorite shows to take part in was We Got Married. — When Ladybug was put on hiatus, Jiyeon was pissed, but continued her grind and picked up more acting/modeling opportunities to keep her and Ladybug’s names relevant (she even participated in her first musical, Mamma Mia!). — She’s relieved now that Ladybug is finally getting some attention from Yuseong but she fears that their time together is limited at this point.

PERSONALITY/FACTS.

— She is a Leo. Personality type ENFJ-T. — She speaks Korean and English fluently! Her mother was born and raised in California and raised Jiyeon to be bilingual. She is a beginner in Japanese. — She is very outgoing. It’s easy for her to make friends with people quickly, and she has a knack for making people feel welcomed and special. — She gets really uncomfortable during awkward silences. — She has a lot of friends and acquaintances. She just loves to surround herself with people. — She’s very critical of herself and picks apart literally everything she does. — She’s a big workaholic and it’s kind of known that she prefers it that way a lot of the time. As of late, though, she’s been needing a little more time to recharge. Probably because she’s getting old — She’s gained a lot of skills over the years, and she’s the type to become an expert at almost everything she puts her mind to. She takes a lot of pride in it as well.

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS.

— Best friends/close friends — Younger idols/trainees who look up to her — People who live in the same apartment building/nearby/neighbors, etc. — An ex-lover (any gender, ‘96+) — A present lover (any gender, ‘96+) — A crush/celebrity crush — A past acquaintance or friend she hasn’t seen in a long time — Someone who builds a very deep connection with her, whether it’s platonic or romantic — People who are fans of Ladybug. Bonus points if Jiyeon is their bias bc she would probably cry — A younger idol who has named her as their ideal type?? — Someone that is shipped with Jiyeon by fans?? That could be fun — Fellow Yuseong idols/trainees/staff to feature in vlive shenanigans

#「 안지연. 」 → out of character. #ws:intro

[seokiloquy]

Patient Growth - Yaku Morinosuke

Soulmate AU: Red String (the string on your finger points in the direction of your soulmate for about 4 inches of length before disappearing, only to make a full string connection when in each others range of sight)

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, time-skip spoilers, short and sweet.

Word Count: 3k+

“(Y/N), why are you doing math? We had it last semester.”

Pulling the protractor away from your pinky, you looked up to Micky’s face, watching as her eyebrow pushed upwards to her sleek hairline. You clicked your tongue, mouth open for a moment as you slid your notebook in her direction.

“Pythagorean theorem. Seriously, what are you doing?”

You raised both hands off your desk in surrender as you tilted your head away from the girl’s questioning stare. “Okay okay, hear me out.”

“That doesn’t exactly give me good faith.”

“So, the red string soulmate pair has mostly died off as of the late century or so right?”

Micky sighed, swinging her leg over the backrest of the chair in front of you, sitting backwards and she crossed her arms over your desk and leaned forward. “And?”

“And, because a lot of people have no need to know about tricks for the red string we were never taught. A lot of people have tattoos nowadays so I get it, don’t teach about every soulmate history, that’s fine.”

“Get on with it.”

“Okay, okay.” You spun your notebook around for Micky to see it straight on. “After some research, I discovered that people used to use the Pythagorean theorem to find the exact location of their soulmate using the angles of the string attached to their hand.”

“Okay cool, so why are you doing this instead of our English essay?”

Clenching your teeth, you looked away from Micky’s brown eyes to the tiled floor of your classroom. “Well, to be fair I have finished the essay.”

“We were assigned it yesterday.”

“I said it was finished, not good. But besides that. I’ve done five separate calculations, but the angles I’m getting don’t change at all, I’m getting a straight line. No triangle, no location.”

Furrowing her brow, Micky leaned back against the desk behind her, large fluffy hair tickling the back of another classmate’s neck, making them giggle. “Oops, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Mickey leaned back toward you, fingertips pulling at her ends. She sighed, “Have you considered that they might be so far away that 100 metres doesn’t give you enough clear information.”

Reaching for the thread that tied to your pinky, you spun it between your fingers, leaning back as you watched the string fade into invisibility mid-air. “I considered it, but that must mean they’re really far, and I didn’t want to admit that to myself.

“Well, hey. You’ll meet your soulmate eventually, everyone does. So for now, how about you focus on yourself and maybe clean up your essay.”

“Ya, ya you’re right.”

Micky sits for a moment, staring into empty space as your pen slowly lowers back down to the unfinished calculations on the paper. Sighing, she lifted her hand and placed it over yours, stopping the scribbling. “(Y/N), stop. You’re not ready to meet your soulmate if you’re searching for them.”

With a furrowed brow, you clicked the pen close and set in on the table. When you looked up to meet Micky’s eyes the yellow lights in the ceiling dimmed around your vision. “What do you mean by that.”

“Seriously (Y/N). if you spend all your time searching for your soulmate, what are you going to do when you finally meet them? Tell them about the length you went to, to hunt them down? Search for someone else?”

“Of course not—”

Your head shot forward slightly at the smack she landed on the back of it. “Then what?” you didn’t even seem  to move. “What do you want to do in the future?”

Picking the pen back up you flipped it between your fingers, spinning it recklessly before it slipped between your digits as they slowly clammed up under the weight of her stare.

“Do you have any clue?” She looked at your notebook before grabbing it from beneath your arms and flipping over a few pages. Slamming it back onto the desk, the sight that met you was one of a completely cluttered page, filled to the brim with words and doodles. “What about this? Art. Writing. You love comics and stories. Why not—”

“It would never last. Starving artists, you know?”

“Get out of that damn mindset. That’s all a hoax, sure it happens, but art and story’s make culture colourful and interesting.”

You sighed, flipping the notebook closed as the beginning of the lunch bell rang. “You say that as if I’d have a giant impact on society.”

“Who says you wouldn’t?”

Russia’s snow was no joke. It made the shorter male shiver to the bone till he managed to get into the building’s lobby. Though, it did persist until he got a hand on the apartment’s doorknob.

Yaku peaked over his model friend’s shoulder, slowly shrugging off his long thick coat before walking back to the coat hangers at the entrance. “You read?” he asked, moving the red string on his finger as it wrapped around one of the hooks. 

Lev’s home, shared with his older sister, was a lived-in picture of modern architecture. The flat white walls and smooth stone countertops matched the square windows and minimalist paintings. The rent hardly put a dent in their wallets. Rich people. 

Despite the money available, no books shelves in the home were used for actual books, just plants and picture frames. This made the sight of Lev holding a bound stack of paper all the more outlandish. He kicked off his shoes, slinging on the available slippers.

“Huh oh, not often. But Alisa heard that this book blew up and was getting translated into a bunch of different languages, Russian and Japanese included. So we got both and we’re sort of jumping in between the versions for practice, you know? Oh, Alisa’s buying groceries, she’ll be back in time to watch the game though. How was practice?”

Yaku paced over to his friend's sleek kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. “Pretty good. I'm still getting used to the language, but I’ve gotten a better hang of it. What’s the book about?” The shorter man, two glasses in hand, walked over to his friend and offered one.

Lev gave Yaku a large smile and graciously took it, sipping for a moment before setting it on the coffee table. “It’s a mid-century fantasy, filled with magic, monsters, flying trains. No soulmates though, so you don’t know if the main character’s relationship is platonic or romantic. Not that it’s the main focus of the plot. And the Protagonist is this 18-year-old with no magic but somehow has to stop a magic war from happening between two rival empires. It’s really cool.”

Yaku sat in the opposite corner of the couch, chugging his glass back as he watched an animated movie play quietly on the screen in front of them. “Where’s the author from?” he asked, twirling the pinky tied red string around one of his fingers aimlessly.

“Europe? North-America? Don’t recall. But I did hear that they got scouted to work on an upcoming manga with a small group of authors. Apparently, they are great illustrators. Oh did they design the cover of their book? Ugh, let me check.” Lev reached for his phone on the counter as the door opened behind them. 

Alisa, long silver hair tied up into a neat bun, dropped the grocery bags and shook the snow off her head while kicking her coat off. “Lev,” she huffed. “I texted you to help me with the bags. Ah, Mori, you’re here. Good to see you.”

Yaku gave the older model a smile as Lev dropped his phone and rushed to pick up the brim filled bags of food. “Sorry, sorry. I was telling Mori about the books we bought.”

“Don’t worry I managed. Mori, I heard you made it onto the national team, does that mean we’re gonna have to fly into Japan to support you next year?”

Yaku laughed and waved his hand dismissively, “I won’t force you two. But I think the rest of Nekoma would like to see you again.”

Lev let out a loud snort from the kitchen, “We’re going! No doubt about it!” The tall man took a moment to poke his head out, “Oh, Yak— Alisa! You didn’t tell me!”

The childlike anger in his tone made Alisa laugh, turning around to look at her brother head-on. “Tell you what?”

“Your soulmate! Your tattoo is gold now!”

Yaku, from his position, could quickly confirm. The mandala-like flower on the back of Alisa’s neck had gone from a black to a golden shimmer.

Alisa scrambled, quickly pulling her phone close to her chest. With a swipe of her thumb, she brought the phone behind her and pushed and stray hairs up towards her silver bun. The camera clicked.

Yaku raised a thin blond brow. “Do you,” he paused, trying not to chuckle at his friend’s frantic scuffling. “Do you not know who it is?”

“Well, I can’t recall. Nothing was out of the ordinary today.” She tapped her booted toe against the mat before gasping suddenly. Removing the nail she was biting from her mouth, she grunted and pulled her coat back on. 

She began to ramble. “That damn cashier! I finally met him and she’s my soulmate? Stupid, stupid!” She stepped through the front door, turning around to give them a smile. “You boys enjoy the game, okay?”

The door closed with a dull thud and click. Lev, hands hanging like dead fish at sides, stood speechless. For a minute he stared at the closed door, not noticing Yaku’s eyes on him, before asking a sudden question.

“Do you want to meet your soulmate?”

“Hmm? Why do you ask?”

Lev stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of vegetables, silently beckoning Yaku to follow. Heeding, Yaku followed.

“Well, I don’t mean to sound negative or anything. I really want to meet my soulmate.” He trailed off.

Yaku sighed and grabbed his own item to help put it away in the fancy silver fridge. “Everyone has growing to do, and everyone grows at different paces.” He paused, stifling a sneer at Lev looking down at him with a bewildered gaze. He threw a pack of ships into his stomach. “If you never meet them, it was never meant to happen right? But soulmates are funny like that and always find their way to each other. You just got to be patient.”

Lev tossed the back onto a shelf, making the ships crunch daily when they landed. “Do you think you’ll meet your soulmate? Soon?”

“I’ve done a lot of growing, and I like how things are going. So ya, maybe.” Yaku looked back into the living room and to the book that sat in near perfect condition. “If it’s any constellation Lev, I think you’ve done a lot of growing too.”

He looked at the taller friend, immediately regretting his words slightly. Lev wore a cat-like grin. 

“(L/N), we’re buying tickets to the Olympic games, do you want one?” Udai asked with an excited grin.

“Uh, hold on.” You pulled the glasses from off the top of your head and onto the bridge of your nose. Standing from your brightly lit desk, you walked over to stand behind one of your teammate’s shoulders to squint at their screen. “Volleyball? Oh, right you played didn’t you?”

The long-haired man laughed, making his chair creak as he leaned back. “So did Akaashi. We know some of the players on the team too.”

You sat up straight, brows shooting as close to your hairline as possible. “You know professional volleyball players?”

Udai let out an airy laugh. “Well Akaashi knows them better than I do, but ya.”

Akaashi, the silent editor that sat across the table, looked up at your bewildered face. “You’re a fan of volleyball?”

“Well, it’s not like I know the name of every player, coach, and team, but I enjoy watching sport in general. Udai, put me on the list.”

Walking back to your desk, you silently listened to your co-authors rattle on about the 3rd act of the story as you made clean lines and whether or not the main character should save the secondary one or not. Sighing, you looked at the black pen you held, before setting it down and gently tugging on your little red string. Akaashi rolled his chair over.

“I’m surprised you haven’t met your soulmate yet.”

“Are you? I’m only two years older than you Akaashi.”

“I suppose you’re right, most people just tend to meet their soulmates at the end of high school or into post-secondary. Typically if they’re in close proximity.”

“Well, I did try to figure out where my soulmate was. My friend convinced me to stop and focus on myself,” you sighed, staring at the papers in front of you. “I’m thankful for that, honestly. If I’m not ready to meet my soulmate, at least I have myself right? I’m happy.”

Akaashi’s head tilted, hair shifting under the fluorescent light as he stared at the small gold tattoo on his wrist with a smile. “Ya, you’re right.”

The stadium, inside and out, was loud. Stacks of hundreds of people slowly making their way around the building and milling about, their conversations made it difficult to communicate.

“So you don’t know how your soul mark works exactly?” Udai yelled into your ear.

“Not entirely. Everyone is different, you know? And not many people have the red string nowadays!”

“Ah, right! Makes sense.”

“Everyone, this way!” one of your co-authors called, as akaashi and another author came back, beers in hand.

Following your group, you made your way to the balcony seats to finally sit down instead of standing among tight groups of strangers. You cast a panoramic look over the circular-shaped stadium at the filled seats that hit the vibrant vinyl colours of the chairs.

“Eh! Akaashi! Is that you?”

Two rows ahead, standing tall, and eagerly running your way was a lanky silver-headed man with a big grin. Next to you, Akaashi stood up, and to be polite you stepped out of his way standing in the stairway to look up slightly at the stranger. 

“Ah Lev, been a while.”

Unable to get back to your seat, you stood between the two men patiently.

“You’re here to see everyone right? Oh, who’s this?” Lev asked, turning his head in your direction.

“(L/N), (Y/N). I’m one of Akaashi’s co-workers.”

The man’s thin silver brows pinched together, tilting his head as he inspected your face before suddenly shooting up onto his toes. “You wrote the Rusted Wing series! I love those books!”

“Ah, ya I did.”

“That’s amazing, I-”

A man’s voice called over the speakers, echoing through the stadium. Lev, in an excited rush, insisted on speaking to you later, before running back to his seat where another silver-haired person sat.

Sitting back down, you breathed slowly as the loud conversations around you died and the players made their way onto the court with an uproar of cheers. You smiled, chanting along until Akaashi nudged your arm.

Yaku, completely in his head about the quickly approaching game, kept his eyes on the red jersey in front of him as he walked forward. The music played loudly in his ears and mixed with the messy sound of cheers his head felt like it was floating in a cloud of complete focus on oblivion.

He stood in line, chest rising as he waited for the anthem to begin, but before they did an elbow hit his shoulder. 

Opening his eyes, he immediately caught sight of the once invisible red string making a complete line, arching its way up into the crowd where he saw your face above the strangers in the crowd.

Yaku was in a daze. Completely blown out of the water, all the thoughts in his mind seemed to escape him.

The game seemed to have started without his knowledge, and finished just as quickly. Muscle memory had done its job well. Yaku only noticed what had happened when his head was forced up to see the winning scores on a large screen.

“Fantastic work Yaku, and you didn’t even break a sweat! You were a monster out there! Absolute beast.” The head coach’s expression was one of amazement.

Yaku blinked dumbly. “If I’m being honest, I hardly remember a thing I did out there.”

“Well, you did fantastically. Conscious or not.”

When Yaku looked back to your seat, location freshly printed in his mind, you were gone. 

He followed the team back into the change rooms. Which happened to be when the rest began to point out the quickly moving direction of his thread. One compared its movements to a broken compass. 

Once able to get out of the musty changeroom, Yaku sprinted. The stadium halls were still packed with people. None paid attention to the short man sprinting though. The string had gone still and Yaku eagerly followed it like a trail of breadcrumbs. He knew his fate would be better than the two german siblings because at the end of the trail would be his soulmate and not some cannibalistic witch. He hoped.

The string suddenly shot forward, growing in length. He came to a halt, panting from his sprint; more than he did during the game.

Only a couple metres ahead, head meeting a higher point against Lev’s arm than his own, was his soulmate chatting happily in a circle while maintaining eye contact with his tall friend. The sight made his ears rumble and cheeks burn with embarrassment.

The content smile on your lips when you finally turned his way made all his patience worth it.

I’m getting better at using ‘They’ as a gender-neutral pronoun in writing without making it feel clunky, which I’m happy about.

I hope everyone has been having a nice holiday. - Bacon

Posted: 17/01/2021

#Yaku Morisuke #yaku x reader #yaku morinosuke x reader #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #anime x reader #anime #manga x reader #manga

[lu-undy]

(Hey it’s anon from spicy gone wrong) while Lucien’s gone Sniper does something incredible dumb that causes lu’s brand new expensive suit to be ruin (like like there is no fixing that suit it’s just gone like look at the stains and tears on it-) and everyone is just counting the seconds. Scouts laughing But inside is terrified-, medic and the others our planing his funeral, some debate on wether to call miss Pauling for this one, sniper is having pearl write his will and testimony.

Here we go, Mundy destroys a suit and fears for his very life (lol)! I hope you’ll enjoy! :D

The telephone rang in Spy's suite. Sniper ran to it and in his rush, he bumped the coffee table and a glass tumbled, spilling its content. But he was too preoccupied with the phone call to notice it. 

"Hello?" 

"Mon amour?" 

[My love?]

Lucien's voice was a delight to hear but when he called Mundy "my love", and in French at that…! Ooh…! Shivers…!

"Yeah?" 

"I'm afraid it will take longer than expected, I do apologise."

"Oh," Mundy's smile disappeared. "Ok, it's fine." 

"I am very sorry, I will get back home a bit later than expected…" Lucien apologised at the other end of the line. 

"Alright… It's fine, uh… Just be safe and uh…"

"Mon amour?" Lucien interrupted.

[My love?]

"Yeah?" 

"I miss you too, terribly so." Lucien said softly and Mundy relaxed, sighing as he longed for his lover. 

"How long do you think you'll be?" 

"Half an hour more and count another one to come back to the base."

"Alright…"

"Do you think you will survive an extra hour without me?" Lucien asked. 

"I can hear yer smirk…"

Lucien chuckled. 

"But yeah, I'll try. Love you, darl'."

"Me too, with all my heart." 

Mundy and Lucien hung up and the Aussie turned. 

"Oh bugger…" He froze and his blood turned to ice in his veins. "Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…!"

Mundy realised he had dropped a glass of wine on Lucien's brand new suit, the one he would use to go to the opera that weekend with him. But that wasn't the worst part. The Aussie ran to the kitchen and filled a sauce pan with water. He ran at the coffee table and splashed it on the tuxedo: the wine had flowed and the flames of the fireplace had surfed on the wine to gnaw on the precious suit. 

Mundy managed to extinguish it and took the tuxedo in his hand. As all of Lucien's suits, it was tailor-made and cost a fortune and a half. As such, it was a unique model… 

"Bugger, how am I gonna fix that…?" His eyes darted left and right. 

"Meow!" Perle exclaimed.

"Engie!" Mundy answered and he took the suit in his hand, rushing to Engie's quarters. But the Texan wasn't there. "Where is he?" 

"Meow." Perle had trotted with him out of her master's suite. 

"Ah yeah, it's almost lunch time, he must be in the kitchen." 

A few seconds later, Mundy erupted in the kitchen, the burnt tuxedo in his hand and Perle on his heels. 

"Engie?" 

"Hey pardner."

All the mercenaries were there and their eyes turned to Sniper. 

"What the fuck is that?" Scout asked. And the mercenaries gasped as their gaze followed Scout's finger pointing at the ruined tuxedo.

"Engie, you gotta help me fix this, please…" Mundy laid the suit on the table, on the plates and cutlery.

"Well, Sniper, uh…" Engie scratched his bald head. 

"Please tell me you can fix it, he's gonna kill me when he gets back here!" 

"You did that?!" Scout asked. "Oh man you're dead, you're so, so dead!" He slammed his hands on his mouth, trying not to burst out in laughter. "He's gonna kill you alright and God knows if we're gonna find your pieces!"

Sniper's eyes never left Engie, his only hope. 

"How did that happen? Did you burn it?" Engie asked. 

"I didn't do it on purpose o'course but uh… yeah, and I had to put out the fire, that's why it's drenched…"

"Man it looks so expensive, he's gonna gut ya!" Scout exclaimed as he touched the fabric. 

Sniper's sweat was visible on his brow. 

"Listen, Sniper, uh, with all my PhDs, I can't fix that. I'm good with machines, robots, cars, mechanics and electronics in general. But that…? Nah, that ain't my thing… Sorry…"

"Bloody hell…" Sniper put a hand on his face. 

"Mein freund," Medic started, "simple burial or cremation? Please accept the burial, I might then as well harvest two or three things before we put the rest of your body six feet under the ground." 

"Gosh…" Sniper collapsed on a chair, his hand still on his face in shame and panic. 

"God bless your soul, Sniper." Soldier saluted his colleague. "We will say goodbye the true American way: trumpet and shots in the air. You were good son, real good, maybe even the best." Soldier removed his helmet and held it against his chest, his head low.

"Here laddie, ye might as well need some of that." Demo put his bottle of scrumpy on the table in front of Sniper. "Actually, wait…" He took a swig off it and put it back. "There." 

"Mmph! Mmmmph!" Pyro entered the room and put his balloonicorn plushie on Sniper's lap to comfort him. 

"I… Ugh…" Sniper left the kitchen and went to hide away in his den of a van. 

He locked himself up, sitting on the floor, his back on the cupboard under the sink. He was hugging the ruined suit as if life had been once there and left. Despite his colleagues trying to humour him, Mundy knew how strict his lover was on his suits. Hell, he remembered the first time he had tapped on his shoulder, it had been all friendly, at the end of a match, to congratulate Spy. But the Frenchman had spun on his heels and locked Mundy's arm behind his back with one hand while with the other, Mundy felt a blade on his throat. 

"Meow…" Perle brushed herself on him, purring to try and bring a bit of peace to him. But Mundy was still anxious. If Lucien could put a blade to his throat for touching his suit, what would he do if he had burnt and stained one? 

"Meow…?" The fluffy white cat jumped on Mundy's lap and stood on her back legs to brush her head on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as if it would be the last time. She purred. 

Meanwhile, Lucien had parked his car and went to his room. 

"Je suis de retour, mon amour."

[Honey, I'm home.]

Lucien got welcomed by silence. He raised an eyebrow and called. 

"Mundy?" 

No answer. The Frenchman started looking around and it only took him a minute to notice the stain of diluted wine on the carpet next to the fireplace. 

"Mundy?" He frowned and called again, but no answer. "Perle?" 

No one came trotting at him. He could feel it in his bones, something was wrong. He left his suite and headed for the living-room. 

"Gentlemen, have you seen Sniper by any chance?" 

The mercenaries froze. 

"Uh… No…" Scout answered and Spy smelled the bad lie. 

"Scout, clearly you have. Where is he?" 

Scout blushed beyond his ears and looked at Soldier and Demo for some help.

"God Bless his soul…." The American patriot removed his helmet again. "He was a good private. Strange accent for an American, but a very good comrade." 

"What are you talking about?" Spy frowned. 

"Look, lad, uh, w-we don't know where Sniper is…" 

"Why do you all look like that? Has something happened to him while I was away?" Spy asked, trying to hide how worried he was. 

Seeing his colleagues lower their heads and not answer drove him mad. 

"Answer me!" He shouted. "Where is he?!" 

"We don't know, ok?!" Scout answered back. 

"Imbéciles!" He shouted as he slammed as he slammed the door shut and ran out to the van.

[Imbeciles!]

He banged the door. 

"Mundy?! Mundy, are you here?!"

Mundy felt the heat of the shame make him melt in a pool of sweat and he held Perle closer to him still. He felt as if those were the last minutes of his life. Lucien banged on the door repeatedly again. Mundy's legs were jelly as he translated the impatience of the hard bangs of his lover as his rage… 

"Meow!" 

Lucien's pupils retracted to a dot. 

"Perle?! Ma chérie, tu es là?! Papa Mundy est avec toi?!"

[My sweetheart, are you in there? Is Papa Mundy with you?]

"Meow!" She repeated and Mundy felt betrayed by the fluffy white cat. She slipped off his arms and went to scratch the door with her claws, meowing repeatedly. 

On the other side of it, Lucien was dying of concern for his lover and why he wouldn't open his door to him. Was he that ill? Was what Soldier said to be taken literally? Had something terrible happened to Mundy while he was away? 

Lucien was not going to let any door stand between him and his lover. His professionalism came back to him in a flash of consciousness. He went to his cigarette case. He flipped it open and retrieved the pins concealed there to pick the lock. He eventually burst into the van, drowning the narrow dark space with the sunlight behind him.

"Mundy!" 

Lucien saw him sat on the floor, his head low and his arms wrapped around his legs. He threw himself at him, on his knees, paying little to not attention that his trousers might be ruined. 

"Mon amour! Is everything alright, look at me? Please!"

Lucien threw away his gloves and balaclava to better hold Mundy in his arms. 

"Mon Dieu, what is wrong with you? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Say something! Why are you alone with Perle here in the dark?!" 

"You're gonna kill me." A muffled voice answered. 

"Non! What the hell are you talking about?! I would never do such a thing! Tell me, mon amour, please, whatever it is, tell me…!" Lucien pleaded and Mundy raised his head. He was pale, more pale than Lucien, which was quite a feat as Mundy's natural skin tone was caramel because of the sun. 

"Promise me you won't be mad." Mundy looked up at Lucien who was crouching on the floor, his hands each on Mundy's cheeks. 

"Of course not, whatever it is, I won't get mad…" He answered, imagining the worst. "Y-you are seeing someone else? You want to leave me?" Lucien enquired, his voice slightly breaking. 

Mundy shook his head, still between Lucien's hands. 

"What is it then?" 

He pointed at the ruined suit on the floor next to him. 

"My suit for the opera…? What about it…?" 

And Mundy buried his head between his chest and his knees again. Lucien took the tuxedo in his hand and quickly saw the burn and stain. He smelled it and he connected it with the stain of wine he had seen in the living-room. 

"You spilled wine on my suit? But what is that? Why is it burnt? Did you get burnt? What happened?!" 

"P-promise me." Mundy implored. "Promise me you won't get mad." 

"I promise! I promise that and everything that you need and want now please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me!"

"I… When you called me, I knocked on the glass of wine and it spilled between the fireplace and the suit that was on the coffee table. I was talking to you and didn't realise things had caught on fire until I hung up… But it was too late… I-I'm sorry, love, I'll repay it to you, or-or I can repay it however you want, I swear I didn't do it on purpose… I-I'm so sorry…!"

"Oh mon Dieu…!" Lucien sighed in relief. "Oh you had me seriously worried, you and the rest of the team! Soldier seemed to say you were dying!"

"I was and I am! Cause you're gonna kill me for it!"

"Non! What the hell are you talking about! Mundy?" 

Mundy raised his eyes and Lucien cupped his face again. 

"Is that why you thought I was going to kill you?" 

Mundy nodded. 

"Mon amour, I love you more than any piece of fabric! I don't care about it! Mon Dieu I was so scared something terrible had happened to you…!" Lucien held Mundy so hard against him, he managed to pull him slightly off the ground. 

"Y-you're not mad at me?" 

"I'm furious!" He answered. "Never do that to me again! Never let me believe something bad had happened to you! You're… You're everything I have left with Perle…!" 

"So, you're not mad at me for destroying your suit?"

"Not half as much as I am for you worrying me that much!" Lucien slithered his fingers through his hair. "I will get the suit made again, that is no issue."

"I'm so sorry." 

"Forget it. The suit is immaterial and irrelevant." 

They stayed a few more minutes on the floor in the van, just enough for Mundy's skin to get their caramel tint back. 

"Je t'aime, mon coeur. The suit can get burnt as long as you are fine."

[I love you, my sweetheart.]

"Love ya too, darl'." 

They managed to stand up and share the hug they both needed. 

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

[sunnixsunshine]

Scout's family(including himself)

Dolores Landen Smith[59]

Works at a small Ma and Pa diner still even after all the chain restaurants have stolen it's business. Loves to sew and embroider, especially for her grandchildrens' clothes and blankets. Her home is always open for her boys.

Eldest of her family. Has a younger brother she barely has much contact with anymore.

Richard "Richie" Alan Smith [37]

A hotshot lawyer in New York City. Married to his highschool sweetheart but not exactly happily at the moment. Rough time managing work hours and being new parents, especially with how long it took them. Father of a sweet little girl he's named Martha after his dear late grandmother— he was 100% her favorite.

Only child from the first marriage.

Stewart "Stew" or "Stewie" Jay Smith [35]

Not exactly the good one of the bunch since the beginning. Stole his principal's car at 15 so he could impress said principal's daughter. ....did not work out well. At all. Currently in an on and off relationship with his darling Petunia. Not enough savings racked up to propose yet but one day he will. A big fat diamond for his lovely flower, that's what he wants. Kicked out of the army for shooting his own foot. He was told he was too incompetent after that. Fun fact: He permanently lost his big toe nail because of it. Family dumbass right here!

First born from the second marriage.

Johnathan "Johnny" Reid Smith [33]

A Navy jockey. Followed in his father's footsteps, for whom he was on good terms with even after the rocky divorce. "Married to the forces" he says. A true Navy lover just like his father before him. Jeremy affectionately calls him Sea Legs. He says he'll find a girl to settle down with when he wants to. His Ma has the suspecting feeling he's not exactly into girls though. Whether he is or isn't, she's happy for him and loves him either way.

Second born and eldest twin from the second marriage.

Joseph "Joe" Ray Smith [33]

Total opposite of his twin brother. Where Johnny grew out of his rowdy teenage stage Joe didn't. He served a year in jail and did some community service after vandalizing his wife's sister's cheating ex boyfriend's car. Good intentions, bad decisions. Still gets into fights, especially whilst intoxicated. "Oh did you look at my wife? I will fight you! Karen, did you just fucking say my little Maxie's clay model of Captain America doesn't count as a historical figure? COME OVER HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!"

Third born technically, Johnny claims. Which is true.

Malcolm August Smith [31]

A hippie through and through. No one is too sure where he is as of now. They believe he's going around and participating in many protests against war though. They just hope he's not doing things he'd later regret in life. Known by his friends as "Leaf" instead of Malcolm. He used to be a very violent person believe it or not. Gave his Ma some trouble.

Only child from a short fling.

James "Jim" or "Jimbob" Robert Smith [30]

Unfortunately got himself mixed up in some shady business. It's gotten resolved for the most part though. Divorced his wife after a huge fight they couldn't recover from. Wasn't there for his son's birth. Never got to meet him either. He's struggling to make ends meet. Going strong with 3 years sober though. His Ma is proud he's getting it together one step at a time. Sometimes Jeremy sends him money for rent and groceries, not wanting to see him homeless again and all.

First born from a failed relationship.

Jackson "Jack" or "Jackie" Montague Smith [29]

Still lives with his Ma. He's finally got the money saved up for culinary school. He plans to open a little diner with his sweetie who has excellent taste buds for anything sweet. He used to cook for Jeremy after school when Ma was at work and their brothers were ignoring them. The closest to Jeremy for many reasons.

Second born from a failed relationship.

Jeremiah "Jeremy" Elijah Smith [27]

Its a Scoot! Look at him zoom by ya! Y'all already know his epic story. Meet the Scout. Doesn't get any better than this.

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout headcanon #i chose the surname smith since its a pretty common one especially in the us #smith tho would from her first marriage and itd carry thru from her second marriage because she chose not to take her second husband's name #it was easier for her first born at the time and became easier for his later kids too

[todo-ho-ki]

If It’s Convenient For You, Pt. 2

Okay guys so I’m not sure what happened but nothing appeared on my part 2 update, so I’m gonna go ahead and reupload. It took me like 20 minutes to write the stupid intro :( 

Anyway, here’s the actual part 2 update, complete with words!

Word Count: 1,313

Warnings: A little swearing

Pairing: BakugoXReader

@chims-kookies here ya go!(hopefully no more glitching)

Part 1     Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

The rest of your shift continued without incident, a couple customers here and there, and a lot of fantasizing about being on stage. At the end of it, you received a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, is this Miss Shouna?” An unfamiliar voice trickled through the speakers.

“Uh,y-yes?”

“Excellent! My name is Shidori Sora. But you may know me by a different name: Producer X.”

Your eyes lit up at the mention. Producer X was responsible for the biggest and most widely revered music shows across the country. And he was calling you?

“An agent of mine was out scouting talent a few weeks ago. He happened to hear you singing at the Star Lounge.”

A foggy memory of a man in a suit coming up to you with a business card and asking for contact details reeled through your brain. You were..honestly pretty drunk at that point and had dropped the card on the way to your car.

“Oh, yes! I remember!”

“We’d like to have you come out for an audition in two weeks for a new show. How does that sound?” Your beaming smile was a mile wide.

“It sounds like a dream come true, Mr. Shidori.”

“Great! I’ll send you an e-mail tomorrow with all the details. We look forward to hearing from you!”

“I look forward to working with you!” You yelled eagerly, even bowing to the phone. You clutched at your heart like it was going to explode. Finally, something was going right.

You were certain it meant getting away from all the things here you hated. You were certain you were going to make it out of this town and live the life you dreamed of, alongside big stars and music moguls. Absolutely certain.

You essentially danced back to your car, good news in tow.  Halfway there, you heard a slight rustle in the bushes behind you.

All the excitement promptly left your body to be replaced by adrenaline. You quieted at the motions behind you.

A cat? A dog? No, the actions were too deliberate. The wind swirled around you, carrying a conversation your way.

“You fucking idiot! I told you to be quiet!”

Already, you recognized that voice. Turning suddenly to the bushes, you began walking toward them.

“Where are you?” You called out boldly. “I know you’re following me.” The rustling stopped. Red Riot popped out first, bright red.

“Not my proudest moment, getting caught in the middle of a stealth mission, eh?” Your eyebrow raised. Twice in one day? They were literally just in your store.

Were they using is a discreet base of operations?

“I know that asshole’s with you,” you chided.

“Did you just call me an asshole again!?” He didn’t make a move to stand up, and you chuckled at the sight of a particularly angry Hydrangea bush.

“Honestly, I swear it’s not it looks like. We’re not following you- stand up!” Riot whispered.

Ground Zero stood up reluctantly to join Riot in looking awkward behind a bush.

A raised eyebrow accompanied your unbelieving expression. “So, you’d have me believe that even though you’re hiding in bushes very clearly along the path I’m walking, it’s just a coincidence?” You pointed a finger at them.

“Yes.” Red Riot clamored, stepping out of the bushes with great effort.

“And even though you guys were clearly, undeniably walking through the bramble to stay close to me, the only person on the street at the moment, you are not, in fact, following me?” You bounced your accusing finger between the two of them once again.

“Y…es.” Red Riot was a lot more hesitant in his answer. Ground Zero glowered as the poor redhead struggled to be convincing in any capacity.

“Okay. Well. That’s clearly not true but I’ll chalk it up to important hero things I don’t need to know about. Or maybe I’ll chalk it up to you two just being really terrible at reconnaissance. Either way, please- stop. That’s creepy.” You turned to continue your short walk to your car.

“We’re looking for a villain right now.” Mr. Angry was suddenly playing nice? You stopped but didn’t turn to face them.

“All I can really tell you is it isn’t safe to be out here alone at this hour anymore.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” Your head whipped back in time to watch him pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Jeez. We’re trying to stay as hidden and as accessible to the public as possible. If the villain doesn’t see us, he’ll do whatever he was planning to do. And we can be there in a split second. Seriously, get a clue.” Your gaze was met with his back and you swore you could see fumes.

A look of disbelief crossed your features.

“Bakugo!” Riot reprimanded softly. “Not cool!”

Well it’s not my fault she’s-”

“Please, let us-” Riot turned an eye to Ground Zero, cutting him off. You could see his shoulders shaking with hatred. “Well, let me walk you to your car.” He held his hand out.

You stared at it for a moment, not really enjoying the implication that you couldn’t defend yourself. These guys had known about you for all of a few hours! They didn’t know what you were capable of. But you decided to take the help this time.

“Fine.” Riot’s hand remained in the air for a moment before he hopped over to your side. As soon as you were out of earshot of Mr. Angry, the big question on your mind came pouring out.

“What’s his deal?” You motioned behind you.

“Oh, he’s-just a little rambunctious is all. He’s really a great guy! I swear! He wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it!”

“Hmm. Not that comforting.” There was no intent to press for specifics, you were just hoping maybe he could shed some light on Mr. Angry’s piss-poor attitude.

Soon enough, you found yourself shivering, arms wrapped around yourself. “God. I forgot how cold the nights are in September. The chilly wind nipped at your face and turned your cheeks red.

Red Riot wordlessly draped his jacket on your shoulders, which eased the chill immediately. It was already warm.

"Wh-don’t you need this?” You asked.

“Nonsense! It’s the least I could do. It’s not very manly of me to stand by and watch a lady freeze.” A soft laugh escaped your lips.

“You’re quite the upstanding citizen, Red Riot.”

“Of course! It’s a hero’s job to protect those who need it. No matter how small the job may be,” he gleamed, motioning to his jacket. “I modeled myself after Crimson Riot, if you couldn’t tell. The Chivalrous Hero!” He had a triumphant arm in the air.

Another laugh. “I can tell.”

Once you were safely at your car, Red Riot bowed out and refused to take his jacket back.

“Well, thank you Mr. Riot.”

“Oh! The name’s Kirishima!” He sent another wink your way, causing you to fumble with your keys a little. A heat was flushing your face red. Luckily you were already red from the cold wind.

He waited patiently until you managed to get the key in the ignition and start it to run off.

A moment was spent staring through your windshield.

Why? What are they still doing here?

The processing power of your brain was brought down to zero from the excitement of the phone call though, which began to course through you again.

You shrugged off the questions and drove home in silence, the image of those two idiots standing in a row of hedges burned into your mind.

A smile formed on your face.

You’d forgotten to tell Mr. Angry that he had a Hydrangea Blossom in his hair before you walked away. And you also forgot to tell him it went well with the blush across his cheeks.

#update #bakugou x reader #bnha #mha

[hoperosehalpin]

[ HOPE ROSE HALPIN. 21. FEMALE. SHE/HER ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ 1 WEEK ] and are originally from [ GREENSBORO, ALABAMA ]. They are a [ CASHIER AT ROSE QUARTZ ] and in their downtime love [ BLASTING TRAP METAL ] and [ SECRETLY BEING A WEEB ]. They look a lot like [ DOVE CAMERON ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS ].

it’s me ya boi, i couldn’t help myself and brought in a third turd. plots etc open, but i’m just winging everything w/her rn so expect her trash fire starter !!

[ tw: abuse, alcoholism, death ]

fam life

— youngest of three sisters who she loves to death. they’re v important to her. there’s esther grace (25, maika monroe fc) a music a&r who lives in atlanta, and rebecca jane (31, maddie brewer), an unemployed junkie who lives back home in alabama.

— growing up, hope was in regional pageants as a toddler as a means for her family to earn more money so the whole beauty > everything is kind of ingrained in her. she hates that but c’est la vie.

— dad was an abusive alcoholic who would take it out on her older sisters. rebecca left home when hope was 6, leaving the other two to fend for themselves. as a result, they’re closer.

— john halpin would come home from work, drink himself into a stupor in front of the tv and pass out until morning. those were the ‘good’ days in their house. 

— though he never laid a hand on her in anger, witnessing firsthand what her dad would do to her sisters took its mental toll.

— her dad passed away just before she turned 17 & her relationship w/her mom is rocky.

education & beyond

— played volleyball in high school but was forced to quit because her gpa was too low.

— lots of rumors about her family in their small alabama town, so making real friends was hard.

— she was scouted on a rare family trip to disney world when she was fifteen. the agent badgered her to move to L.A. and after sufficient goading from her mother, she dropped out of high school junior year to move to L.A. and pursue modelling full time.

— buuuut life is a bitch and the modelling contract didn’t hold out and she returned to alabama a year later with barely any money to her name. there’s still hope 

— her dating life is weird, she doesn’t really get into relationships, just hookups and occasional fwbs. likes her men older, not interested in guys her age.

etc.

— with esther gone she found herself living alone w/her mother, an unbearable situation that got worse by the day.

— friends with @charliemaeparker​ since the two share interests, and bonded when charlie lived in her town for a year.

— she packed her shit one night after an argument w/her mom and got on a flight to LAX.

— it’s been a week now and with the help of some friends, she’s managed to find herself a job in the majorly expensive city. she’s not crazy about it, but it’s money in the bank.

#slintro

[the-gunslock]

HIVER 8 - BALLET TONNERRE

Hiver and Amanda cuddle in the bed in a cloudy morning, the former staring blankly at the ceiling thinking about her next course of action, and the latter inspecting her lover’s face and ethereal eyes for any trace of emotion. They have been talking for around an hour now, no rush to put their clothes on since their first time together.

“...Think ya should look for the Techeuns on that.” Amanda says, rubbing her fingertip up and down on Hiver’s sternum. “Heard that Awoken dreams usually have a deeper meaning, might help you find somethin’ ‘bout yourself, darlin’.”

“Sure, that’s a good idea. Huh…” Hiver props herself on her elbows, thinking and turning to Amanda. “Honey, can you do a drawing for me?”

“What of?”

“An outfit. I’m going to the Dreaming City.”

“Ally-oop!” The shipwright says, bouncing on the bed and straddling the Warlock, holding her wrists in place and moving her face close to hers, causing her to struggle playfully. “Who said you could?”

“NOOOOOO!” Hiver half-shouts, barely containing her laughter.

She plants a deep kiss on her girlfriend’s mouth, moving her hands from her wrists and intertwining her fingers with hers. As Hiver relaxes her body and closes her eyes, Amanda moves close to her ear.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” She whispers.

“What is it?”

Amanda sits back up on Hiver’s lap, pulling her into a forehead kiss.

“You’ll always be the one I love, no matter who you were before. What matters is who you are now. ‘Kay?”

Hiver moves in to touch her forehead with her own. “Okay.” The blonde woman smiles.

“Can we never leave this bed?”

In response, Hiver holds her and lifts her by her bottom, causing her to entangle her arms and human leg around her body, like a sloth holding on to its favorite branch. “Guess that’s a no. How’re you so strong for someone so tiny?” She asks as Hiver kisses her neck and opens her bathroom door.

“It’s just a ten centimeter difference,” the Warlock answers, putting her girlfriend on top of a vacant section of the sink. “I’m not that shorter than you. I’ll run the bath for us.”

“You’re the perfect height.” They chit chat as the bath goes full, with Hiver asking Trinity to send her details of how the outfit needs to look, down to color and texture. Soon they are fully geared, riding Hiver’s Bronco to the Tower, Amanda saving a page on her industrial-model-and-doodle-filled sketchbook.

Hiver went to orbit to trace a course for the Dreaming City. While on her workstation, Amanda quickly makes a croquis of a person (With Hiver’s hair for guidance) and starts trying to delve into the mental image of her lover’s visions.

As she went, it was evident that is was some sort of modified, dark purple ball gown that an asymmetrical cascading skirt, sprinkled with a sparkly, golden star-like gradient fading from the hip. The top part has a wide neckline that is semi-disconnected from the dress’s ¾ sleeves, both of their hems lined with black fur. The back of the dress - as she had also sketched - was deeply cut out, exposing the user’s entire back.

As a final touch, it has a silk, glittering sash over the waistband, secured with a little brimstone brooch shaped like an eight pointed star. After signing her name and scribbling some notes about the fabric and the texture, Amanda cracks her fingers, hoping it would be enough for Hiver to begin a search.

“Wait a minute…” Amanda narrows her eyes at her drawing while stretching her wrist. She is missing something that feels very obvious, and she bites her lip as she tries to figure out what it is.

Nevertheless, she sends the image of her sketch to Trinity, going back to seeing about ships and waiting for Hiver to respond. Soon, her tablet notifies her about an incoming audio message.

“Yes, yes! It’s perfect. I hope Petra or the Techeuns have something to say about this. Thanks, babe, I love you infinity ♥”

“Anytime, darling. Love you infinity times infinity ♥” Amanda replies with a cheeky grin on her face.

“Whatcha smiling at?” A voice calls from above. She doesn’t even need to turn around to know who it is, just rolling her eyes at the sound.

“Hey, Luna.” She greets, putting her tablet away and turning back to the ship engine that needs repairing. “Did a drawing from Hiver’s dream, now she’s seeing if she can find anything ‘bout it. Dunno if it’s any lead, but one can dream.”

“Can we see it?” Luna’s Ghost, Frost, asks, ever curious.

“Notebook’s on my desk.”

Luna picks up the notebook, looking over the messy, albeit practical strokes of Amanda’s drawing of the gown. She had a talent for this, and Luna made a mental note to remind her not to waste it.

“Interesting. You draw very well!” The Hunter says, closing the notebook. “Where did she go?”

“Thanks. Dreaming City. Talk to Petra.”

The Hunter makes a flustered expression remembering her Queen’s Wrath crush, and for a second she considers going there just to see her for some time.

“Not saying that goin’ there is a bad idea, but I’m totally sayin’ goin’ there’s a bad idea. Hiver’s dead set on this and she might kill you if you try to interrupt.” Amanda says, not turning her head from the engine.

Luna and her Ghost trade shocked looks. “What can be so important that she might kill me of all people over?”

“Herself. Leave her do her thing, Petra ain’t dying anytime soon.” Amanda reassures, leaving the “I think” part of the sentence in her thoughts.

“...Sure. Good luck, you two.” The Nightstalker says before walking away.

“Likewise.”

Hiver’s ship flies through the skies and crisp marble-like towers of Rheasilvia, spotting the Queenswrath on radar and transmatting near her position, as she aims her scout rifle at the Taken below.

“Petra!” She calls out with a plastic case and tumbler in hand, making the woman turn around. “I need your help, and come bearing a peace offering.”

“What for, cousin? We aren’t enemies.”

“All the more reason why you should enjoy it.” She hands Petra the case, containing many still hot triangle sandwiches filled with ham and various vegetables. Her eye glistens and her stomach growls when she smells the Warlock’s gift of a fresh meal.

“Surely, you have my attention.”

“So…” Petra says, sipping from the tea that Hiver brought to her. “you see yourself dance in this garment, and you believe that it may be connected to your past life?”

“Exactly.”

“I think it would be useful to see this dance you refer to, Guardian. With your measurements, in a couple days, we can get this dress done.”

Trinity starts scanning Hiver’s body to conveniently get her measurements and send them to Petra. “What do we owe you all?”

“How about a favor? You help me clean this section’s buildings, ridding it of the Taken, and in exchange you use it to show us your… mysterious dance. I don’t know why, they just -- keep coming back. Argh. Filthy demons.”

Hiver pulls out her Ace of Spades and twirls it in her hand. “Then we just gotta keep killing them.”

With her cannon and her cheery attitude, Petra remembers Cayde for a moment before coming back to reality.

“We got incoming.” Trinity states to the women, who go alert as a Blight materializes in front of them.

“Petra, have this.” Hiver passes her Le Monarque bow and its arrows to Petra, certain that she would be on her best element if she used it, her grin being a good enough confirmation. Together, they jump off the perch and run on towards the Rheasilvia temples, firing at the many Taken units and Blights that block their path.

After a while of dynamic and surprisingly fluid combat (Given they had barely worked together before) they manage to secure the temples and rooms needed for the Dreaming City’s Corsairs and Techeuns to resume work. One of them has a very large, circular space in the middle, almost like some sort of theater. Seems like it would be the spot.

“I’ll stay in this area for a while, so the Corsairs can set up a base of operations. Once your dress is done, I’ll call you ASAP.”

Hiver extends a hand to the Queenswrath, who shakes it vigorously while looking at each other’s eyes.

“Cousin, I’m sorry. What was your name again?” Petra asks for reminder, making sure she knew who to call once the dress was ready.

“It’s Hiver.”

“Of course. What does it mean?”

“An Earth language word. Means “Winter.” Until next time, Petra. I’m just a message away.”

Petra eyes the intricate black and red weapon in her hand, almost forgetting she held it. “Hiver, your bow!”

“Oh. It’s called Le Monarque, after a type of butterfly.” Hiver says, pulling out Trinity in order to be transmatted into her ship, ready to join her Fireteam. “You can have it for now, Petra. Take good care of it.”

With that, the Guardian vanishes, leaving Petra puzzled. She narrows her eye in thought.

“...What is a butterfly?”

Regardless, the Queenswrath is interested in the capabilities of this new heirloom. She decides to do some field-testing with it, grabbing another glowing arrow off its quiver and stepping outdoors once more, pulling back the string.

“What’d ya get?”

“Not much yet. Petra is working to get the dress done. In the meanwhile, I’ll just… go about my days.” The Warlock says, lying in boredom atop her girlfriend’s workstation. “Hey, you need any help?”

“Sorry babe, I’m good.”

Hiver groans. Nothing piqued her interest yet since she was so invested in finding out what she was seeing. Amanda would love to help, but as always, she was shackled to her work schedule and couldn’t do much else except talk and give her the occasional kiss or nuzzle.

“Darlin’?” Amanda says, sitting straight in her desk, looking at a circuit board she was tinkering with.

“Yes?”

“Can ya run some Arc through this? Wanna see if it works.”

Hiver jumps down to the workshop, quickly locating the electrical parts of the circuit, and powering it just enough for it to display an image on a screen Amanda had it connected to.

“Whew, fixed. Thank you, Hiver.”

Hiver gives a happy smile for being useful, ready to go back to the roof.

“So… How ‘bout we put a smile on that face?” Amanda says, putting her work gloves back on and turning to her. “Did I tell ya I managed to sell my place?”

The Awoken’s blue eyes widen.

“You’re moving in with me?” Hiver yelps excitedly, drawing more attention than she would like from the Hangar workers. She didn’t care. Her eyes were shining, (More than usual) with anticipation and glee.

“Ahaha, YEAH!” The shipwright adorably bounces in place. She has been waiting for this, and it felt very comforting to finally break it to her girlfriend. They hug intensely while giggling.

“I’ll need to negotiate a day off to move my stuff to your apartment. That’s gonna be fun.”

“I can contact my clan, see if they can help us do it. Everyone needs to put their backs into something.”

Soon after they returned to their spots, Hiver starting to message her friends to get assistance on remaking her girlfriend’s new home.

Two days after, Hiver returns to the Dreaming City due to receiving a call from Petra, containing a picture of the dress she had asked for, perfectly replicated down to the last detail. The Awoken were nothing if not meticulous in their craft, no matter what it was. Hence, the Guardian was eager to try it out and dance, even having warmed up and practiced it that morning. It felt weaved into her soul, even more than the Light.

She doesn’t know why.

As her ship soars over the spot she helped secure days before, Petra waved at her, with the dress being levitated by her side. Touching down, Hiver runs up excitedly to give her fellow Awoken a warm hug, and observe the dress.

It dazzled in the sunlight, the colors being brought out by the flawlessly crisp fabric, the perfectly combed black fur and the jeweled brooch holding up a sash that appeared to be made out of pure nebula. It looked just like she dreamed, and as such she wasted no time putting it on herself. Fit like a glove, and matched her gold pointe shoes perfectly.

Once everyone was watching, she was ready to begin. Trinity put on an ancient serene, orchestral music so Hiver could get started. The Warlock closed her eyes, and, when she opened them, the building, Petra, the three Techeuns, the City, all was gone.

What she saw was a black, starry sky, blending in with a vast, calm ocean on the horizon, a moonlight-like glow coating her skin. She danced fluidly, with passion and grace, treading a path on the water, as if the ocean’s surface tension would break if she made a single misstep. Every touch of her toes was mere ripple, a reflection of delicacy and image. Sometimes she spun, sometimes she fell, in the end everything was part of a choreography she knew like the back of her hand, but didn’t comprehend.

As the song comes to an end, she sat on the ground on her knees, a hand raised, and closed her eyes once more. When they opened, she was back at her previous scenery, and the Awoken women stared, interested but intrigued. From their faces, Hiver could tell something struck a chord, but she could not tell if it was a good or bad one. No one said a word save for whispering among themselves, and after a while she had her answer.

“Cousin,” Petra called her attention, “we are going to run an archive query. Your performance is not unfamiliar, but neither of us was able to recall it immediately.”

Hiver could only nod and hope that she wasn’t wasting everyone’s time. She had already put in so much effort into finding the results, it had to be here somewhere.

Right?

Commander Zavala’s Ghost notifies him of an incoming video message, sent with utmost urgency to the Vanguard channel. Calmly, he turns around on his viewpoint on the Tower and nods at Ghost to put it through.

“Commander Zavala.” The woman with the eyepatch addressed in the recording.

“This is Acting Regent-Commander Petra Venj of the Reef. Recently one of your Awoken Guardians, a Warlock by the name of ‘Hiver’, has had a inadverted run-in with Awoken history, and the Techeuns request that she and her wife, Chief Shipwright Amanda Holliday, get permission to leave their post and come to the Dreaming City as soon as they can. Thank you for your attention, Commander Zavala. Petra out.”

Zavala furrows his brows. It was curious, for rarely did the Awoken need to contact Earth’s citizens for anything since their Queen was gone — much less a non-Guardian.

He relays the message to Holliday, asking that she reach out to her ‘wife’, and warning that she has permission to leave for the day as long as necessary. He trusts this has nothing to do with City affairs, but he is still on alert. After about fifteen minutes, he spots Amanda’s Cerulean Flash jumpship leaving the Hangar, towards the Reef’s ghost city.

KA-CLINK. Thud.

KA-CLINK. Thud.

Every bullet of the flamboyant Hunter’s black and gold Tatara Gaze sniper rifle was one more Scorn aberration down on the ground. The patrol she has been doing for the Corsairs had been rewarding, and in time she would be ready for whatever bigger threat the Dreaming City brought upon her.

“Luna, heads up.” Her little drone says.

“What is it, Frost?” She asks, standing up in the moundtop of Divallian Mists.

“I detected two of your most contacted frequencies approaching the Dreaming City.” Frost states, spinning.

“The Gunslock and?” Luna says sarcastically.

“Heh. Her girlfriend.”

“Amanda? What is she doing out here?! If something gets her, it’s over!”

“Pretty sure Hiver will look out for her. Still, want to go see what they’re doing? I reckon they’ll speak to Petra.”

Summoning her Harbinger’s Echo Sparrow, she launches it on the ground and speeds towards Rheasilvia.

“Hey girl.” Amanda greets the Regent-Commander after getting out of transmat.

“Hello, Petra. Got any news for me?” Hiver says with a smile, hiding her concern for being called so urgently.

Petra silently motions for them to sit on the ground, where laid a picnic towel-like object with circular patterns, holding a book and a Reefmade data pad in her hand. She had some food with her, a retribution for Hiver’s “peace offering” days before.

“I do have news.”

Sitting with the Earth women, Petra pulls up a page on her book. Hiver and Amanda look at each other nervously, wondering what the big deal was.

“Cousin.”

“Yes?” She answers, startled.

“Do you remember when you first arrived here?”

“We activated the Oracle Engine. Found out Mara is alive. Now the Guardians freed Sedia, Shuro Chi and Kalli, and we’re trying to contain the curse.”

“Your Ghost.” Petra motions to Trinity. “She spoke to me, and asked about the Dreaming City. I told her about how the Awoken have built hidden cities, scattered throughout the Reef, not unlike this one.”

“I remember that.” Trinity mentions.

Petra hands the ragged book to the women as they eat. It apparently speaks of these Cities — some lost to time, some unseen, most unheard of to Guardians. It’s written partly in English, and part in other languages they don’t seem to understand.

“In some, we live and raise kids, in others you make weapons. Here, you meditate and learn…” Trinity continues. Luna, having just arrived, perches herself in a nearby rock, where she can hear the women talking.

“And in some specific ones, we develop our art. Artistry is a must for any civilization that develops critical thought and self-expression. You, Hiver…” She motions to the Warlock. “And you, Amanda…” She motions to the human. “Have seen it in our tapestry. Our tailoring. Our blacksmithing...”

“Your sculpture, architecture…” Hiver continues. Amanda widens her eyes in disbelief.

“Your dance.” Amanda spouts. Hiver is left mute, and Petra nods.

“Our dances… art made to celebrate our bodies. Our Queen. Our energy, and the fact that we breathe. And, may I add…” Petra says, ominously leaning closer.

“Like everything else you haven’t been allowed to see, they are very well-guarded secrets. Family and teacher heirlooms, in a way.”

Hiver and Amanda nervously trade looks.

“Hiver, listen to me, and listen well to what I am about to tell you.”

Hiver is breathing heavily through her teeth, trying to contain her ever-growing anxiety. Petra puts both hands on her shoulders, staring at her face seriously.

“You are Reefborn.”

#destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny warlock #destiny fic #oc x canon #hiver the gunslock #amanda holliday #petra venj

[etastra]

wanted dynamics !

under the cut are some dynamics i’d like for each of the 13 ! some are romantic, some antagonistic, some platonic, some a combo, some can turn platonic/romantic, etc.

jiwon

someone that is his go to for destressing - and no, not through sex, but through massages & a regular self-care day/night. jiwon often ignores his cosmicness til it feels like his skin is fit to burst, and he always remembers his humanity through something grounding like that.

first love !! jiwon’s first love was in middle school, a year or so after he reached awareness, and they were the first person who he told All about the stars and about his super cool memories/powers. it’s childish and sweet and innocent, and it could be the same, could be completely new, could be nothing more than fond childhood memories

follower ? brother ? neither ? give jiwon someone who actually knows what he is. not who but what, as in someone who still worships the 13 like the old gods they are, or who grew up hearing stories about the 13. give jiwon someone who Knows, and someone he can be himself around, someone he can ask for help in finding his kin

youngsoo

artist rivals !! youngsoo is the epitome of snobby art student, who can quite proudly boast his work pieces have been displayed in local exhibitions and scrutinized/praised by critics. give him someone to challenge him artistically, someone he appreciates because of the challenge, someone he can’t help but respect as a result

if not artist rivals, give youngsoo a critic ! someone so harsh and unforgiving that youngsoo is determined to prove them wrong, to show that his artwork is more than the elementary vivid array of colors it’s always called, that he is more than the harsh words thrown at him.

junseo

good/bad influence ! junseo is an alcoholic, which means this could go either way - someone helps junseo open up about the source of his issue and is another beneficiary & positive influence, or they’re his go to for partying, for drinking, for binging til he blacks out

trainees/idols that knew his sister - his sister that died in a car crash which gave him his stutter, that was close to debut, whose death is the reason he drinks so much and he basically ran away from a home full of incomplete memories. maybe they asked his parents for his info to catch up, to find closure of their own in junseo. this could be anything !

aoyun

hobby buddies !! aoyun, as much as he is in utter love with the stars, is also fascinated by the humanity in hobbies. the utter care & focus people give to one hobby, to developing a craft. and so when he’s not stargazing, when he’s not working, when he’s filled to the brim with a wonder and fascination befitting of the stars, he’s picking up every hobby out there. and fortunately, or unforunately for your muse, they’re dragged along

hojin

fwb & unrequited love (?). hojin has never been able to distinguish between platonic and romantic love, sharing affection so freely that people have given him looks with how shameless & giving he is of it. so give him one of his friends he’s fallen into bed with one night, who have a thing together, who don’t put labels because, as hojin always says, ‘who needs labels for fun’

fan and content creator interactions ! hojin regularly puts out animated shorts & clips, of what-ifs from movies & shows & books & games. and maybe your muse has been following him for some time, and finally reaches out. and hojin knows his animations are enjoyed but to this extent ? he’s so starstruck himself that he’s going to eagerly keep reaching out !

kyungmin

apartment neighbor plots ! literally anything but romantic/sexual plots ! give me kyungmin constantly saying hello by leaving a plate of freshly baked cookies, or a container of still warm soup on your muse’s doorstep without ever saying hello. give me kyungmin slipping notes under their door because he speaks slow & soft & quiet and would rather write than speak. give me eventually meeting & becoming friends ! literally anything and everything

hosung

pen pals !!! hosung has always had trouble making friends, ever since he was sent to public school and was shunned for his parents’ deep pockets. so he took to the internet, took to coding, to hacking, to pass the school years by. and along the way, he’s made a friend, one who is probably across the world, one who knows he suffers from chronic night terrors and is a walking corpse half the time. but oh, would ya look at that, they live in the same country, the same city!

'i’m no one, i didn’t do this !’ uh-oh, hosung takes a job that he doesn’t think twice about, that is just a paycheck to feed his cat and keep the lights on at home. but the person who asks him to hack & deliver classified files ( whether it’s your muse or an NPC ) turns on him and suddenly hosung is on the run. or he’s trying to prove his innocence. this poor, sleep-deprived boy just wants to get through his life simply, and yet he’s thrown headfirst into the dark underbelly of the world

daeho

childhood friends !!! whether his best friend from elementary school or one of his close friends from before, who can recognize how wildly different he is now, who only remembers him as a happy go lucky kid. so who the hell is this uncaring, mask-wearing guy ? what happened to daeho ?

partner in crime ! daeho doesn’t partner up often, if at all, but he’s a greedy thing and can never say no to a guarantee score. maybe your muse is just the perfect partner, one of the only ones daeho will seek out again for another crime, something bigger & bolder & grander ( bonus points this turns bonnie & clyde esque uwu )

minjun

occasional collabers ! minjun is a busker, most time, and can only earn so much money with just his soft crooning vocals and his adequate guitar playing. so give him another busker, one who dances while he sings, one who plays other instruments. hell, give him a crew of buskers that he joins or forms until they become their own thing

odd time job friends ! busking only provides so much, so minjun takes up odd jobs everywhere they’re available. maybe they met while doing the graveyard shift at some tiny mart that doesn’t even need one night guard, let alone 2. or maybe they met when the pizza place sent out 2 delivery people. or maybe they always take the same shifts

someone in the idol life ! a scouter, a CEO, a trainee, an idol, a manager, anyone ! give me someone who saw minjun sing, who knew he’d be good for stardom, who is having the damnedest time trying to scout minjun because minjun doesn’t want to be famous like that. he doesn’t want to be an idol, he refuses

chunyu

looking for: model ! chunyu’s muse, chunyu’s inspiration, chunyu’s subject. give him a close friend who models for him, who he helps reach fame and grander connections all thanks to his camerawork, his mind

looking for: hiking/exploration partner ! chunyu’s muse comes from beyond people, from beyond humanity, stemming from nature and its beauty and its intricate idiosyncrasies. he gets so lost in exploring that he winds up bruised easily, so please save this photographing loser from bruising himself further

looking for: best friend :( his go to, the one he always turns to when parents are asking if he’d change his mind and decided to join their organization, the one he always takes to charity galas when his boyfriend isn’t free, the one who knows how much he wants to be a good son and not the sure disappointment he must be to parents who wanted him to be a philanthropist like they

kwangsu

carefree to kwangsu’s stressed - kwangsu rarely lets his hair down, so to speak, too stressed about law school, about becoming a lawyer as soon as he can, about his studies. so give him a close friend who can coax him to relax, who takes him out to carnivals and amusement parks just to see him laugh genuinely. and maybe his stress & studious habits rub off a bit

choi kwangsu, that name is awfully familiar.... give me someone who recognizes his name from old newspapers, from that one case of a corrupt lawyer whose shady dealings lead to his only son being kidnapped. maybe your muse is the kid of one of those shady people, maybe your muse is the kid of the officer who rescued kwangsu, maybe your muse is just a fan of old crime cases

hyunjun

streaming buddies ! hyunjun’s a growing twitch streamer and always features friends in his streams. maybe your muse is a friend he coaxed into joining one, or maybe your muse is another streamer that fans asked for a collab, or maybe your muse and hyunjun has started up a playful rivalry

frat bros ! frat bros for life, frat bros ride or die together. honestly, hyunjun is super close with his big and grand big in the frat house, and he’d be utterly lost in college if not for them taking him under his wing. give him his big, his grand big, give him one of his other frat bros

opposites attract, sorta ? hyunjun is the chillest frat bro you will ever meet, and a major social butterfly to boot ! he has friends in what feels like every major, every grade, hell even in the other frats and sororities. so give me a muse who is the opposite of frat bro, someone that hyunjun goes to for help with anything not video game development related, or who always study together, or who became friends b/c hyunjun was drunk that one time and tried making pizza rolls and set off the fire alarm

insu

a regular - insu never takes regular customers, enjoying the change of pace, enjoying the presence of different hands on his body, enjoying the comfort and security and sick fun in dropping someone whose time and money isn’t worth it anymore. but maybe your muse has thick pockets that insu is only too eager to dip his fingers into. or maybe your muse has his most recent of addictions in easy access, both easy encouragements to sticking around.

#➤ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵈʸᶰᵃᵐᶤᶜ ┊ ❛ just hoping one day you’ll invite me in ❜ #➤ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵒᵗ ┊ ❛ stop wishing ; start doing ❜ #also yeets this out into the world #pls enter my ims if u wanna do a thing from here #b/c tumblr a Hoe and wont let me mssg people first :/

[post-itpenny]

cathedrals

@grotesquegabby field trip time for Alex and Magpie.

It had been a long week for Alex. Ever since his run-in with Magpie in the bad timeline it was as if bad luck seemed to be following him. Little things: lost items, stubbed toes,small crowds at the clubs, small things that added up to a long week.

Not that it got him down, it took a lot to get under Alex’s skin and no creepy version of his bestie was about to drag him down with her bad vibes.

Not when he knew someone who could fix that right up anyways.

Alex knocked on the door of Adeline’s cottage and found the elder answering the door with a secretive smile. “You picked a good day to visit Alexander.”

“Oh yeah? Wha- ouch!” Alex cried out as he somehow managed to bump his head on a doorframe that was several inches taller than him.

Adeline grimaced, “why don’t you go to the sitting room. I’ll bring you some ice.”

Alex nodded as he rubbed his head, walking into the living room where he stumbled to a halt.

There Magpie was, sitting in one of the armchairs with a blanket over her lap.

She looked more like her old self then she had in months. Wearing a simple dress with her hair halfway up in her signature red bow.

Alex grinned, “oh shit! Look at you Pie!”

Magpie gave him a look as if to scold Alex for his language, but Alex was too excited to notice.

“Dang girl! Look at you up and with the living! Haha!”

Adeline chuckled as she walked in, passing an ice pack to Alex. “She’s been a model patient. We still have a long way to go but I’m beyond pleased. We’ve just started leg exercises so she can’t walk on her own yet, but I felt a change of scenery would be good.”

Adeline and Alex chatted away over tea. Magpie’s own movements were slow and weak, struggling to hold her own cup without her hands shaking but she seemed insistent on not needing any help. It was the friend Alex remembered, stubborn with a smile. But there was something else that seemed to be returning, a melancholy look in Magpie’s eye. Something Alex was all too familiar with.

At one point a strange cat walked into the room. One with many eyes and legs, as well as a letter in its mouth.

Adeline accepted the letter and skimmed over it with a frustrated sigh, “I have to pick up a new patient but it should be a short trip. You two,” she said pointing at Alex then Magpie. “You two will stay out of trouble am I clear?”

Alex gasped in surprise, hand over his heart in offense, “granny! No need to be trippin on us like that. Why, Lady Luck and I will be the perfect angels! Do you doubt me?”

Adeline narrowed her eyes, “yes.”

Alex laughed and held three fingers in the air, “scouts honor and all that jazz. No goofin, no trouble making.”

Adeline frowned, clearly not believing Alex but having no choice but to leave the two of them alone.

As soon as Adeline had left Alex noticed Magpie eying the window, an idea coming to his mind.

“Hey, how about a field trip?”

Alex carried Magpie out of the cottage piggy-back style. From the door was Adeline’s strange cat who was clearly annoyed with them. Alex offered the creature a grin and kept walking. Afterall, Granny said no trouble. Not anything about no field trips.

He walked in whatever direction Magpie pointed, she was clearly delighted with the turn of events and was quick to have Alex help her explore. They first visited the garden outside Magpie’s bedroom window, then down a path where Magpie kept having Alex stop so she could see different flowers. Finally they reached a clearing where Alex decided it was time for a short break.

“Gotta say Lady Luck this day has been hella awesome.” Alex laughed as he set Magpie down in the grass and took in his surroundings. There clearly had been a building here at some point, but now that remained were piles of stone and the occasional pillar. An old space Adeline must have used for something long-long ago. 

Magpie slowly ran her hands over the mix of moss, grass, and stone. Seeming to recall the textures of these things. She bit down on her bottom lip, tears threatening to form in her eyes.

Alex knelt down beside her in panic, “hey now Pie what’s eating ya? Thought we were having a good field trip?”

Magpie grit her teeth in frustration, nodding in agreement looking around for something. Finally giving a snort of air and patting her throat.

Alex nodded in understanding, “ol voice box still giving you?”

Magpie nodded, gripping her hair in frustration.

Alex sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Did this make you remember something?”

Magpie nodded.

“Not a good thing?”

Magpie nodded again.

Alex looked around, trying to understand what could have possibly triggered the memory when he heard a rustling.

Alex turned, in the edge of the clearing was a very frustrated Adeline.

Alex gave a guilty grin as he stood up and walked over to the elder. “Hey Granny what’s shakin?”

“Alexander Calamity,” Adeline scolded, “I’m not even gone half an hour and you kidnap my patient.”

“Whoa, whoa. Chillax Granny this is just a little field trip no big deal.”

“Alexander this is why- what is she doing?”

The both looked over to Magpie who had her hands raised in the air. Eyes closed and her mouth clearly moving as if speaking, as if singing to herself. A foot twitched and Alex mused that if Magpie could would she be dancing.

Perhaps it was not a bad memory she was recalling, just another thing she had lost. Alex and Adeline watched as chunks of walls rebuilt themselves, colorful glass shimmering into existence. It was not a whole and complete building but it was clear what Magpie was doing.

With the way the trees intermixed with the stone pillars and the grass and moss still ran free over a marble floor, Magpie had built herself a cathedral.

“It’s beautiful,” Adeline noted, “but what’s it for?”

Alex grinned, watching the flowers and insects appearing around his friend. “Doesn’t have to be for anything you know what I’m saying?”

Magpie seemed pleased with her work, lying back in the grass, hair fanned around her like a halo. Whatever memory that troubled her seemingly dealt with.

Adeline hummed in understanding, “its moments like this in honesty that I wonder if she would be better at Blackwood’s job then he is.”

Alex smirked but said nothing. Walking back over to his friend to find Magpie had exhausted herself and passed out.

Alex carried Magpie back to the cottage with Adeline, noting that the bad vibes that had been following him around all week seemed to have gone away.

“Gotta ask Granny, you know about the luck thing yeah?”

Adeline looked to Alex with a nod, “oh I found out about that ages ago. She doesn’t know however does she?

“Nope.”

Adeline nodded again but said nothing, “I’ve been working one speech but she can’t even get out a squeak. Her vocal chords are fine so I wonder if it’s more psychological. Her own self-induced bad luck.”

Alex shrugged, “maybe more field trips in order then? Take her out to have a good time and all.”

His grin widened the deeper Adeline’s frown went.

“Alexander,” she warned.

“It will be like Magic School Bus you know? I’ll be Frizzle and Franny can be the pet lizard.”

“Alexander.”

“What, might get an answer to what that cathedral was about. Besiiiiides, little party never hurt anyone, vibe check the bad vibes and all.”

“Alexander!”

[ofyumis-blog]

howdy doody !! i’m nala ( she / her ) and this is my lil bub, yumi. she’s a revamped version of an older muse of mine that i haven’t had the opportunity to write in a loNg time, so i’m super excited to have her here. if you wanna plot, just tap that heart & i’ll come bug ya --- oK here we go !

important links: profile | pinterest | wanted connections.

DISPATCH: “who are you & what is one thing that people would know you for ?”

YUMI: hey; thanks for having me ! it’s such a pleasure to be here. anyway, to answer your question, i’m yumi, and i suppose i’m most well known for talking a lot ? i not only have a tendency to be very candid about things, but i’m pretty guilty of rambling, too. or it could be ... let’s sensor it and call it my “flirtatious” nature. society likes to shame women who embrace themselves, their bodies, their sexuality and libido. which is disgusting, if you ask me, but let’s move on. it’d be rude if i kept you here longer than necessary.

DISPATCH: “if there is one thing you could change about your career, what would it be ?”

YUMI: about my career ? i don’t think i’d change anything. sure, i’ve made mistakes along the way and i know i’ll continue to make them, but that’s how we grow. other than that, i know i’ve worked my ass off to continue moving up in the industry; doing everything i can to learn from those around me in order to perfect my craft. i’m proud of the things i’ve accomplished so far, and the times i’ve failed ... i wouldn’t change them for the world.

DISPATCH: “what are you willing to do to be in the top ten ?”

YUMI: that’s a good question, i’ve never really thought about it. yeah, i can be competitive, but i don’t ever want to become the kind of person who uses and / or steps on others in order to get ahead. all i can do is continue to work hard and be myself. if doing that gets me there, grand ! if it doesn’t, i don’t mind. i just want to show others that it’s okay to like what---and who---you like, to love and respect yourself. i want to inspire others to be creative and embrace who they truly are ... i don’t need to be in the top ten to do that.

KIM CHUNGHA. CISFEMALE. SHE / HER. ╱ ☆.｡.:* who is that on the charts? must be, AHN YUMI, the TWENTY-FOUR year old model. i heard they got their start in EARLY 2015 and one day hope to make a deal with VERA WANG. tmz said they can be VERBOSE and PROMISCUOUS, but their fans say they’re FORTHRIGHT and PHILOSOPHICAL. their fan accounts associate them with SILK DRESSES and WORN PAPERBACKS, and those seem to fit them pretty well. will they be at the top of the charts? let’s find out!

tw: brief mentions of death / car accident and abuse.

background info !

- born in seoul to two loving parents. as an only child, she was doted on a lot and life was amazing until she turned twelve ( 12 ) when she lost both parents in a horrible car accident.

- without having much time to grieve, yumi was shipped off to live with her maternal aunt in tennessee. that relationship wasn’t ... the greatest. yumi’s parents had always been supportive of her and encouraged her, but her aunt was the opposite. ( honestly, it was like she was cinderella and moved in with her evil step-mother ). her aunt loathed the attention yumi got from others and how she outshined her daughter and it wasn’t long before her aunt’s verbal abuse turned physical.

- yumi was silent about it for a year or so before it got so bad that she felt she needed to ask for help --- something which was totally out of character for the independent girl --- but it seemed ( to yumi ) that nobody wanted to help, so instead, she began lashing out. she talked back, she called her aunt out on her shit and she hoped that someone, anyone, would notice but again, help never came. not until she was sixteen, anyway.

- whilst “hanging” at the mall with her “family”, she was approached by a scout. of course, her aunt was adamant that yumi was nothing but a waste of time and space, so they should really be looking at her daughter instead, but the scout disagreed. in secret, she passed along her business card and the next day, yumi skipped school to meet with her.

- she spilled her guts about everything she had endured throughout her life since her parents’ passing and, because i don’t wanna bore you with any more details, the scout helped her get away. she was emancipated and took off to the city of dreams to begin working on her modeling career. she prepped herself and worked HARD for the next four years, eventually making her debut at age twenty ( 20 ).

headcanons !

let’s talk about her personality traits first and why i chose them ---

- verbose: using or expressed in more words than are needed. basically, yumi has a habit of rambling; a serious case of word vomit. especially when she gets started on a topic that elicits any sort of strong emotion from her, whether it be good or bad.

- promiscuous: having or characterized by many transient sexual relationships. as she slightly hints at in one of her interview questions, she’s known to have a relatively strong libido and she isn’t shy about it. with that being said, however, she refuses to have anything to do with someone who is already spoken for, even if they’re not exclusive with that person.

+ forthright: direct and outspoken; straightforward and honest. much to her manager’s dismay, she’s very open about ... well, practically everything. she talks about her experiences, her feelings, her beliefs and opinions, her desires and hopes for the future. she’s a big “what you see is what you get” kinda woman.

+ philosophical: having or showing a calm attitude towards disappointments or difficulties. granted, this more so rings true when said disappointments / difficulties are happening to her, considering she’s known to be super protective over others; including strangers. when it happens to her, tho, she’s known to just look at the situation, figure out a solution, proceed with said solution and move on. it’s hard for her to get stressed about things.

loves silk and lace. also, bodycon dresses & mini skirts --- yes pls. with a good heel, of course.

very flirtatious.

an uber gooey soft marshmallow who just wants to shower everyone with love and positivity.

does a LOT of charity work.

likes to read & play video games.

enjoys giving advice, talking to others & learning from them.

independent AF; would always prefer being the one who helps others, rather than the other way around.

doesn’t believe she’s the best person to be in the spotlight, given her personality.

sleeps with a stuffed owl because she needs to cuddle something, otherwise she can’t sleep.

LOVES the cold & hates being hot.

pansexual / panromantic.

... this has gotten way longer than i had wanted, so i’m just gonna leave it here. if you’ve read aNY of this ... ily more than life thank u <3333

#chart:intro #this is .. the Biggest mess n im sry abt that #my brain dont work when im tire D sldkfjgkjns