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hajimesh · 3 years

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[ 𝘀𝗸𝘆𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 ] — sunrise

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⥅ warnings. fluff, iwa refuses to drink water >:( kinda a filler chapter tbh

“again?”

you grimaced when iwaizumi’s loud voice disrupted the peaceful morning. it was pretty early, streets empty and void of other souls besides the nature blooming around you, waking up to another spring morning.

but besides the white cat climbing down the roof and the trail of ants on the wall, it was just you and him.

shaking your head disapprovingly, you placed a finger on your lips before giggling, the handsome smile on his face causing your chest to expand and shrink at the same time.

“again.”

blowing him a kiss from your spot, you snickered as you watched his grin widen while he walked faster towards the building. good thing he seemed as eager as you were, it always felt like hours before he made it to the door.

as soon as he got inside, he came face to face with you and immediately went for your lips. both mouths meeting in a soft kiss as you stood at the door, iwaizumi still with his shoes on.

your surroundings seemed to blur around you, his scent invading your mind and his touch melting on your skin. the emotions stirring in you were so strong that almost had you in tears, it was becoming too much and yet you refused to part from his lips, knowing that it would only make room for the emptiness again.

a soft sigh escaped your lips, eyelashes fluttering as you slowly opened your eyes and gazed at him, his tender gaze already fixed on you.

“i smell food,” he murmured against your lips, pecking your nose afterwards, “waffles?”

humming, you buried your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop you, “you probably haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

his hand rubbed circles on your back as he chuckled. you really didn’t want to let go of him, but the food was growing cold so, against your will, you squirmed away from his grasp and started dragging him by his hand.

the kitchen was just a few steps away, a small table sitting in the centre with a single plastic flower on it and two plates full of freshly cooked food. it had taken you a trip to the grocery store since there only seemed to be leftovers of fast food in the fridge, quite unusual of him and you were actually planning on asking him about it later.

“what do you think?”

you watched as his eyebrows raised slightly, olive irises shining with hues of amber thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window. those same eyes switched from the food to your face and your knees faltered, there was a glee in them that you hadn’t seen in a long time and it filled your soul with butterflies until they threatened to spill out of your mouth.

“i fucking love you, you know that. right?” he said after cupping your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering and refusing to look away from you.

the laugh that bubbled in your chest only made his grin widen, raw adoration and happiness emanating from the both of you. standing on your tippy-toes, you left a light peck on his jaw and then pushed him towards his seat.

“you’re gonna love me more once you try the food.”

“impossible.”

the stupid smile refused to leave your lips, cheeks hurting and muscles cramping. but, unluckily, that was iwaizumi’s effect on you, his mere presence was enough to make you smile like a fool.

he groaned after taking the first bite, “this,” he said after swallowing, pointing at the half-eaten waffle with his fork, “this tastes heavenly. i missed your cooking so much, baby.”

taking the compliment with a bashful smile, you chose to focus on your food and began to eat as well.

“i noticed you’re walking now, what happened to your car?” you said trying to start some small talk and at the same time, it was one of the many questions you had sitting at the back of your mind.

“i’m trying this new thing called being eco-friendly.”

a dramatic gasp left your throat, “you’re such a hypocrite! if you cared about that, you wouldn’t ask for straws at restaurants.”

“hey,” he pointed a finger at you, “that’s for the turtles, not the planet.”

“uhh? even worse?!”

the look of amusement that took over his features only enhanced his attractive looks, even if it was that early in the morning and after a night shift, he always managed to remind you what a handsome man he was. you huffed and pouted involuntarily, it truly wasn’t fair.

“relax, i use the metal straws you gave me,” he reached out across the table to pinch your cheek, “i’m not that evil.”

still with a slight pout on your lips, you stood up and went to the fridge in order to fill your drinks.

“could you pass me a redbull?” he called from behind you and you frowned.

“hajime, it’s seven in the morning.”

he hummed, “yeah, and i don’t want to fall asleep during my 9 am lecture.”

“then drink cold water,” you offered, closing the door of the fridge after fetching the jar of juice for you and filling his glass with water, “you’ll get an arrhythmia one of these days.”

you saw him sigh once he saw you return with no sight of a redbull in your hands, but you weren’t backing down. with a pointed look, you silently stood your ground until he seemed to give up.

“fine, no energy drinks.“

you nodded, relieved that he was listening to you. god, when did he become that stubborn?

he took a sip of his water, a tiny smirk stretching his lips around the rim of the glass as he stared at you, “i’ll buy a coffee on my way to class, then.”

“hajime!”

“what?!”

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watching iwaizumi sleep had always comforted you. a dreamy sigh left your lips as you observed the way his dark eyelashes rested above his cheekbones, hiding those beautiful eyes you fell in love with just a few years ago.

it hadn’t been long since you woke up, the room dark and barely illuminated by the setting sun. the shadows of the trees danced all over the walls as they swayed thanks to the wind, a low whistle coming from the windows as the wind picked on its strength and clashed against the glass.

you thought it couldn’t get any more peaceful than that.

in a matter of minutes, the sky began to turn darker, which meant he had to wake up soon. moving closer to his side, you pecked his cheek, whispering a soft ‘hi’ once you felt his arm drape over your waist.

“hello, pretty girl,” he said in a hoarse voice, smirking lazily before he noticed the pendant hanging from your neck, “where did you find that?”

your hand automatically wrapped around it, smiling to yourself as you looked down to examine it, “oh! it was in your drawer. so weird because i thought i had it with me.”

“you must’ve left it.”

his tone was dry which made you look up from your chest, noticing the distant look in his eyes, which immediately confused you. he seemed fine just seconds ago?

“remember when you gave it to me?” you shuffled closer, wanting to keep at bay whatever thoughts he was having since it was clear they weren’t pleasant, “honestly, i still had my doubts. back then, i mean.”

you had been texting for a few weeks after meeting at the bar where he worked, and when he finally grew the courage to ask you out on a date, you instantly agreed.

he said he had prepared a picnic and he would take you to the lake near the campus, but when you arrived there was a yacht waiting for you. everything seemed out of a dream, the sky was clear and the weather was perfect, you remembered he wore a burgundy button-up that made his green eyes stand out, and when the sun began to set, its rays pierced through his irises and made pecks of gold glimmer in them. you had to take a pause to admire the beautiful sight in front of you.

iwaizumi behaved like a true gentleman throughout the entire date, refiling your drink and making sure you ate as he told you stories of his family and friends back in his home country. there was a notorious fondness in his tone, as well as the bittersweet smile that easily let you know that he missed them.

“how do you cope with it?” you asked after he admitted feeling homesick.

“there are days where i want to drop everything and go back just so i can taste my mom’s cooking again,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant and you could only imagine how he was feeling, “but i’ve met wonderful people here as well, and i don’t plan on leaving them behind any time soon.”

music blasted from the radio and when a slow song came on he quickly offered you his hand and asked you for a dance. at the time, you had no idea what the future had in store for you two, but you hoped that he would bring much more happiness into your life.

and when you saw him inch closer, stroking the side of your cheek while the sky turned into shades of orange and coral behind him, you could only close your eyes and allow him to kiss you.

iwaizumi hajime captured your heart in a matter of weeks, and a year later, on your first anniversary, a nervous hajime clasped a necklace at the back of your neck at the same lake and on the same yacht.

your entire body warmed when you caught him smiling at the heart-shaped pendant, noticing the way it rose whenever you took a breath.

“take a deep breath and you’ll feel my heart right against yours,” he had said.

and since then, you had been carrying a piece of him with you.

“doubts about what?”

“us,” you smiled and he mirrored it, “i never thought you’d like me back and i was always waiting for someone to tell me it was a bet or a dream.”

and it had truly felt like one. as silly as it sounded, it all seemed too perfect to be true which meant you were bound to have your doubts.

he caressed your cheek lovingly and you closed your eyes, “i know i’m a broke college student, but i’m not that broke.”

you quickly stood up to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, laughing as he scrunched up his face before he received the hit.

“asshole.”

iwaizumi laughed and watched you walk away once he removed the pillow from his head, “sweetheart.”

“we should go back again,” you said as you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him, the last rays of sun hitting your body and casting an ethereal glow around you, “our anniversary is close.”

“yeah, we should.”

#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #totally out of schedule #but who cares

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years

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Part 2 of Yandere Neko!Shinsou

Neko!Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: yandere, light violence??? Classic case of reader being kinda dumb around a yandere.

A/N: this was rushed as hell and definitely not my best work but🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll be writing more of the story that’ll get a little more spicy and probably a little gross tbh but please be patient. ALSO, I’m on mobile and for some reason the “read more” cut isn’t working??? So... I’m sorry lol.

“What are you doing?”

You stood against you kitchen counter, shaky hands struggling to defrost the plastic covered frozen salmon in your sink. You tried to focus on the fish and not on the abrupt stranger that has appeared in your house in the middle of the night that had claimed to be your cat. It was… impossible but you’d pulled at his ears, examined his tail, and checked his teeth; everything about him was real… he even had the same beautiful purple colored irises with those slitted pupils. He was your cat but how and why?

After a lot of one sided conversation and a struggle to get the cat-man to wear your pajama pants, you decided that it would be awhile before you could fall back asleep and figured that your pet would be hungry.

You moved the pink slab of meat onto your counter and pulled out a knife. You gave the fish a slice, trying to focus on anything but the looming presence of the strange cat-man behind you.

Just then, he placed his chin on your shoulder, his wispy purple hair tickling your skin. “That’s for me, right?” He asked, right before nuzzling his cheek into the crook of your neck.

“Gah!” Swiftly, you turned around, holding your hands up, still wielding the knife, to keep distance between you and… and Shinsou. So much for trying to focus.

He looked at you with surprise while his indigo ears twitched back as he stared wide-eyed at the knife, his narrowing into slits. Goodness, you didn’t want to frighten him but you were just spooked by the sudden contact!

“Shinsou,” you lowered your hands, resting the knife on the counter, “I’m sorry, but you need to keep your distance! People have… boundaries. And you can’t just pop up behind people like that.”

Shinsou’s ears twitched back and his lips outed subtly. “I thought you knew I was there.”

Ohhh nooo he looked hurt. It was bad enough you threw your shit at him and called him a pervert but now you were threatening him with knives. Whether he was kinda human or still your cat. You bit your lip, trying to figure out what you could possibly say or do to explain yourself and make sure your cat wasn’t upset. He was your cat, right? … Pleasing Shinsou as a cat wasn’t too hard… maybe you could… continue doing what you had done before.

“Hey,” you cooed, trying to sound as the sweetest caregiver possible. Shinsou watched your shaking hand reach up to his hears and in response, they perked up as you began scratching behind them. “I’m so sorry, Shinsou. I don’t mean to be harsh with you. I’m just rattled, is all. This is new for me, too.”

The way your fingers attentively pat his ears made Shinsou melt. You were heaven on earth and it didn’t take long for him to start purring for you, which made your eyes widen for him. Thankfully, you didn’t pull away, instead you moved your hand under his chin and began to scratch upwards. Shinsou’s face flushed, everything he knew he liked as a cat felt a hundred times better as whatever he was now. A human? Neither you nor him could call himself that but at that moment, it hardly mattered. You were giving him the attention he needed since he found himself in another body, and it was everything. You were making him feel so good that he didn’t catch himself leaning down towards you, mouth agape, pupils wide, lost in a dopamine induced trance.

You gave him a funny look as soft purrs rumbled out of his chest and the moment you finally pulled your hand away, albeit, too soon, Shinsou had to put a foot down to stop him from falling on top of you. Before your hand could return to your side, Shinsou grabbed it and, without even thinking about it, bit down on the carpal side of your palm.

You winced and Shinsou noticed, catlike eyes watching you and waiting to see how else you’d respond. He had bitten you plenty of times when he was an animal but that was usually when he was overstimulated. You hadn’t done much to get him there.

“H-hey,” you began, trying to pull away.

Your body heated up when his tongue slid out of his mouth and gave the side of your hand a long lick. You felt prickles erupt in your back!

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled as the blush on his cheeks grew. He brought your hand to the side of his face and rubbed against you, desperately clinging on to the warm sensation you brought him whenever you touched him. “Never stop.”

“I… uhh,” you tried articulating an objection but Shinsou took a step closer to you, his surprising built frame towering over you. You could practically feel the vibrations from the reverberating purrs emitting off his chest so close to yours, the distance between the two of you uncomfortably intimate. “I need to… feed you, Shinsou.”

“Mhmm,” Shinsou smacked his lips together, his purple irises darting from your face to the ignited fish on the kitchen counter. He opened his mouth, expecting you to place his treat in his mouth like you had always done before. You had to repress the need to call him out on his lack of manners. He was a cat, he wasn’t raised like you and it was partly your fault he was so spoiled.

Beside yourself, you catered to the purple haired beast’s whims, placing a tiny slab in his mouth to which he greedily swallowed whole. “Another,” he commanded and again, his mouth fell open.

“A please and thank you would be nice.”

“A what?” He stopped purring.

“People say please and thank you when they want something from another person. It’s only polite. I understand that you don’t know these things, Shinsou, but I’m not here to be your little slave. A little appreciation goes a long way!”

“Appreciation?” Shinsou tested the word on the tongue. He understood most foreign words as soon as he them. “Oh, I appreciate you, human! Didn’t you hear? I love you!”

Your treacherous heart skipped a beat and that embarrassed you. “You don’t have to go that far,” you mumbled, turning back to grab another slice of the fish. “And I told you, my name is Y/N.”

“No, but I do,” Shinsou leaned back against the counter next to you, eyes glued to you even though his food was right in front of him. “You saved me from the cold. You take care of me and pet me… and you love me too. You said so yourself and you can’t take something like that back.”

You bristled at the comment. If he could remember you telling him that you loved him as a cat, then that would mean he could recall everything you’ve done in front of him, whether it be shoving food in your mouth without the cripple of societal eating standards glaring you down, singing obnoxiously loud to your favorite songs, or even changing in front of him. It wasn’t like you had to worry about those kinds of things before! He was an animal! He couldn’t think deeper than eating and sleeping… at least that was what you thought!

“I said I loved my cat…”

“Again, I’m not your cat. You’re my-,” he started but you waved the preposterous statement away. Did cats really believe that they owned humans?

“Whatever, I look after you,” you fired back.

“That you do,” he smirked and languidly turned so his whole body was facing towards you. He opened his mouth and pointed to it. You scoffed.

“Pleeeaaase?” He asked.

When did your sweet cat turn into such a brat? You figured that since he at least learned how to say, you might as well feed him again, just this once but you made a mental note to teach him proper human etiquette later on. He had to treat you at least a little decently until you figured out a way to change him back.

“Mmmm,” Shinsou closes his eyes and enjoyed the salmon that was simply melting on his tongue. After he swallowed, he cracked a grin, knowing that getting you to feed was a partial victory. He reached for another slice, honestly having hands was so convenient, and brought the fish up to your lips. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What! No!” You swatted his hand away and the fish fell to the floor. Shinsou narrowed his eyes before picking the salmon piece up. At first you were worried he was going to eat it clean off the ground but you were happy to see he threw it in the sink. He must’ve seen what you do in situations where food touches the floor.

“What’s the matter, human? You don’t want me to take care of you now that I can?” He clutched his chest. “I’m hurt.”

Where on earth could he pick up such a dramatic move like that from. You shook your head. “I can’t eat that unless it’s prepared correctly. And to answer your question, no, I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Pffft,” Shinsou picked up a different salmon piece and ate it. It was infuriating!

“Okay, well, it seems like you’re doin’ fine on your own so if you would excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Hopefully I can think clearly about our situation in the morning.” You stepped out of the kitchen but Shinsou was right behind you.

“Bed?” Shinsou’s tail swished behind him, his ears perked up. What was he so excited about?

“You’re not coming with me,” you said, accusingly.

His ears fell. “Why not? I love being in bed with you.”

Oh, Jesus Christ. “Because, you’re…” you stopped at your bedroom door to gesture at his entire body, “like that! It would be inappropriate for us to share a bed! And besides, you woke me up by… biting my neck…”

“You liked it.”

“What makes you think that?!”

“Because, you were purring,” Shinsou grinned, taking a step closer to you so pressed your back against the door. He leaned down so close to you that he could feel the heat radiating off your darkening cheeks. His pupils dilated. “I wanna make you purr some more.”

“Ohh noooo,” you pushed past him, heading towards your living room. “There will be absolutely none of that!”

You gathered a couple blankets and draped them over your couch, choosing which pillow would suit your cat-not-cat best. Shinsou distracted himself by watching the long switch hanging from the fan whirl around with the manufactured wind.

“Lay down,” you commanded, pointing to the couch. Curious, Shinsou obeyed, awkwardly maneuvering himself into a position that would best fit him, but his joints wouldn’t bend the way they did while he was a cat and he found himself in an uncomfortable fetal crouch.

He looked at you expectedly. “Now what?”

“Oh god, you’re hopeless.” You grabbed on to his legs and pulled them out so they were stretched alongside your cushions and when he looked halfway normal, you threw an extra blanket on top of him. “This is where you’ll sleep tonight. Comfy?”

“No.”

“Well!” You threw your hands up. “There isn’t really much I can do for you right now!”

“You can let me sleep in the bed with you.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Well then, could you get me a bowl of milk? The salmon wasn’t enough.”

You scowled at the beast who only granted you with a toothy smile. He sat up and gently took your hand, bringing it back to his cheek so he could rub it some more. You really had no idea how to react to the incredibly odd affection. No man had ever rubbed himself on you, at least, not in the way Shinsou was doing right now. But he wasn’t a man at all. He was only doing catlike things, and could you really scold him for acting on his nature?

“Or maybe you can just sleep on this couch with me,” he pulled your arm hard, so you would fall into his lap. Before you even tried to struggle to get up, he wrapped both arms around your torso and nuzzled his head against yours, sending shivers down your spine. He started purring immediately!

“See?” He nipped at your ear while locking his hands together, “There’s enough room for the both of us!”

“No!” You elbowed him in the side and hopped right back up again. You immediately regretted it. The hurt look in Shinsou’s eyes was absolutely heartbreaking. You’d hit him, your cat...

Shinsou moved his body so he was sitting up on his knees, looking up at you with those precious, widened pupils. You were just about to be overwhelmed with guilt before he uttered his next words.

“You’re being so stubborn, kitten.”

Dumbfounded, your brow twitched, aggravated and flustered. He was talking to you as if you were his pet! You had really spoiled him rotten, hadn’t you?!

You clenched and unclenched your fists. You could choose to lash out at him but then you’d have to deal with him not trusting you anymore after you figure out how to turn him back into a cat. You did love him… your cat, so you really wanted to give him the best life. That shouldn’t change just because you could now understand what he’s saying to you.

You turned on your heel. “I’ll get you your milk.”

As you walked towards the kitchen, Shinsou called, “make it warm! … Thank you!”

You flexed your jaw. At least he was trying to be polite…

Unfortunately for you, when you returned with a warm glass of milk you had steamed, Shinsou was no longer in the living room.

That little scamp.

What a frustrating nuisance, you were going to spray that mischievous scoundrel in the face with water when you found him! It was like you were taking care of a child who only looked like a young adult and that made dealing with him so much worse!

You swung your bedroom door open, prepared to throw the cup of milk in your cat’s face but your anger dissipated as soon as you saw him there, laying in your bed. He was on his stomach with a blanket half covering his body, his right hand hanging languidly off the bed while his tail was tucked against his side. Soft snores escaped his mouth that very well may have melted your heart.

You let out a long sigh and set the glass on your side table. Beside yourself and done in by your tiresome night, you carefully crawled over Shinsou, careful not to touch him even a little bit, and tucked yourself against the wall, keeping as much space as possible between the two of you.

Shinsou was like you; it was always easy for him to fall asleep and even if you were aggravated with him and your situation, it didn’t stop him from still being your cute little kitty. You’d lay down your ground rules to him in the morning.

“If you touch me at all tonight, I’m going to throw you out into the snow,” you said, nodding out with a yawn.

Shinsou only responded with more soft snores. Usually when people snored around you, it was hard for you to get to sleep, but Shinsou’s breathing was pretty soothing, just as he had been when he was a cat. It didn’t take long for your eyelids to finally grow heavy and you zonked yourself out.

When Shinsou heard your breathing grow heavy, he opened one eye and turned towards you, sleeping cozy and perfect next him. Shinsou’s tail swished behind him as he started to smirk.

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#bnha x reader #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha reader insert #reader insert #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #shinsou x reader #yandere bnha #yandere neko!shinsou #neko!shinsou #neko!shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #yandere #tw yandere #yandere male

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essektheylyss · 4 years

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i dont have any questions but i saw the top post on your blog and immediately went to the askbox dont apologize for essays nothing makes me happier than seeing essays in response to my asks anyways if you are in the mood might i have a longwinded meta essay? idk about what uhh. how do you feel about Wizards.

okay this took me WAY TOO LONG I’m sorry anon I needed to give this question adequate thought because frankly I have so many feelings about wizards and they are all just the !! emoji because wizards are that fucking great.

the thing with wizards is that it is just a profession strewn with the highest percentages of hubris known to man. so you end up with all of these individuals who are wicked smart, highly educated (and god help you if your wizard is self-taught, because that is even scarier—think about the insanity of caleb teaching himself enough to create brand new spells on the road) and every single one of them thinks the world would be better if they ran it.

they’re mostly wrong because they are all high on their own hubris, of course, but that’s alright, because they end up squabbling so much that it’s nearly impossible for one of them to really become a world ruler.

but I think, and maybe I’m biased here, the best wizards are the ones with the most doubts—the agnostics of the group, so to speak. they are not atheists, because they believe in the gods, but they do have very little regard for them, and in fact probably actually treat them a bit as lab rats. what is divine power? can it be bottled? what is stopping any average devout citizen from taking up the arms of their god? can that power be divorced from its originator? can a god be killed?

basically, wizards are most fun when they’re questioning everything, because they are both doubtful enough to temper at least a bit of their hubris, and also imaginative enough to believe that anything impossible is possible, and they never really believe that anything was a failure until it is fatefully proven. caleb has a great line in 91 of "just because we do not know the end of the story does not mean it did not go on" about the case of the wizard fucking around with time magic and was never heard from again—because maybe the wizard did project themself into the future and just stayed there! maybe they ended up in the age of arcanum and if we put together enough details from that era, we’d find them! or, as is somewhat suggested with the other wizard who returned to this time to turn to dust, he may have been in another time for a long period, only returning here at the end of his life.

and that is the best of wizardry! if we only know part of the story then there’s still more to discover.

it’s actually one of the saddest things about the scourgers tbh—they’re very powerful arcane users, and they’ve had all of their curiosity stripped from them, really. I mean, there’s plenty of tragedy around the scourgers, but on a personal level they cannot be allowed to exhibit the kind of curiosity and creativity that caleb shows, and it’s, essentially, that doubt, those questions that broke him (and saved him, in the end). “I was so sure until I wasn’t.” he wouldn’t be afforded those doubts if he’d completed his training, and that’s also what pushes him to look for better.

because if you’re constantly questioning everything, that is what the questions tend to focus toward. caleb is looking for better for the empire, for his friends, for himself. essek, to his credit, is looking for better for the dynasty, for his den especially—whether that’s because they are misguided and they need some kind of enlightenment to pull them away from this god that doesn’t even speak to them, or because there is so much more they could have with the power the beacons contain. it’s never really clear what kind of applications he’s looking for, but I don’t know if he knows himself, considering that what he constantly asks is what they’re even capable of.

both of them, notably, have this focus on how things can work better—more efficiently, more humanely, just better—that you really don’t see with most other wizards in wildemount? (I won’t get into tal’dorei wizards haha.) even vess, who does genuinely seem to be seeking out knowledge and information, does so for the purpose of collecting it herself; it’s not even clear how much she shares with the rest of the assembly.

it does make me really fascinated for aeor, and what’s left there, as well as just the age of arcanum wizards in general. I mean, they are pEAK hubris, but it’s possible they too were only looking for their own betterment—in ways that clearly threatened the gods in some way, however; and actually I’m pretty curious as to whether or not the gods were acting out of righteousness or simply self-preservation. not because that is inherently bad, but because it’s a lot more interesting that way, tbh. do gods deserve sovereignty simply because they are gods? if they are concepts made tangible, is it really murder if they are killed? (this is hoooo boy a road I don’t have time to go down but my little agnostic brain is very excited about the moral implications of killing a god hahaha)

anyway, wizards! they’re so magical! I love them!

#critical role #wizards #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #I'm placing myself using 'wicked' as a descriptor aksljgd #like can you tell I spent four years in boston #I literally cannot think too long about placing god-killing on a moral spectrum because I will not think of anything else #I have too much to do to go down that rabbit hole hahaha #Anonymous

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toorusquill · 4 years

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i said i’d write kagevera hcs so here they are 😼 (sending this in again bc i have it somewhere in my notes n while i was going through it i spotted some mistakes so 😔) and this is the list from your post:

✓ your fellow slytherin friend had a mad crush on kuroo (but like who doesn’t tbh) so ofc they dragged u to watch the quidditch team practice solely for this babe when they figured out what time everything was scheduled

✓ and you had your eyes on a specific chaser 👀 (since i headcanon goshiki baby as the seeker) bc ngl he was pretty cute plus you see him around the common room a lot bc y’all are in the same house or just stuffing alarming amounts of food into his mouth @ breakfast

✓ the team was too focused on playing so none of them really noticed you were there for a while but when goshiki was flying around the field trying to catch the snitch again he stopped by when he recognized you two for obvious reasons

✓ he talked to the both of you about the game and just made small talk until kuroo called him out for getting off track, and thats when kags realized y'all were there

✓ he stared at u for a while even after goshiki left bc LETS BE HONEST YOU’RE STUNNING, and when you caught him, he just flashed u an awkward smile bc he didn’t know what else to do 😔🤚

✓ and lets say kags asked goshiki abt you after practice ended out of curiosity and goshiki went to tendou and teru bc he didn’t know much abt you other than your house and name AND WHEN I TELL U TERUSHIMA LITERALLY PULLED OUT A LIST OF ALL THE CLASSES YOU WERE IN AND WHAT TIME EVERYTHING STARTED I-

✓ daishou was just like what the fuck

✓ instead, daishou – the only one with a girl so he already knows LMAO – begrudgingly suggested that kags should ask u for help with his potions class if he wanted to get to know you better (ALL THE POTIONS HOMIE MADE EXPLODED AND SNAPE WENT APESHIT UHH) since he needed MAJOR help with that subject anyways so he did

✓ AHEM MATCHMAKER DAISHOU PLS THANK HIM

✓ and ngl kags n daishou were on good terms, daishou also wanted to piss off oikawa so like

✓ anyways you accepted bc you had extra time on your hands and didn’t mind BUT THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT YOU NEEDED TO PUT INTO TEACHING KAGS SHIT- ITS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS PLEASE YOU’RE ABOUT TO GROW GREY HAIRS

✓ you still continued to teach him though, starting to meet up with each other in the slytherin common room from time to time to review the textbooks so that’s how you and kags started talking

✓ kags starts waving at you when he sees you in the hallways n the corners of his mouth quirks up into a half-smile whenever you wave back :((

✓ anyways once y'all got closer through THE STRUGGLE OF HELPING KAGS WITH HIS CLASSES EVERY WEEKEND BC YOU WERE “HIS ONLY HOPE FOR PASSING,” you two would start eating breakfast together everyday (u also yell at him whenever he eats too quickly bc we already saw what happened at training camp smh), showing up to his practices and games and he shows up to yours if you play, etc

✓ one time at practice you were vibing and i hc oikawa and daishou as beaters so they were hitting the bludger at each other bc they HATE one another with a burning passion and they unintentionally hit it towards you bc while they tried to keep it from crashing into the stands y’all i-

✓ luckily for you tobio swooped in and saved you bc he was already kind of staring at you before this even happened 😔🤚 (while daishou and oikawa were trying to put the blame on each other i-)

✓ and eventually, kags even opens up to you abt his past one night while y'all are just gazing at the stars in comfortable silence which took you by surprise but you gave him words of encouragement, praise, and reassurance nonetheless AND HOMEBOY LITERALLY DIED YOU WERE DEADASS SO SWEET AND PATIENT W HIM ?? hes never really recieved anything like that before so he doesn’t even know how to react

✓ THATS WHEN HE STARTS FALLING FOR U HJDKJSHAJK

✓ he was becoming more shy around you, honestly blushing AT EVERYTHING YOU DO HE THINKS YOU’RE SO PRETTY

✓ shirabu was visibly cringing at all of this sis he dipped he couldn’t stand seeing how awkward y’all were around each other 😔

✓ kuroo finds out hella fucking fast and LITERALLY WONT STOP GRINNING WHEN YOU’RE AROUND LIKE SIR

✓ TERU AND FUTAKUCHI KEEP “ACCIDENTALLY” BUMPING INTO KAGS IN HOPES THAT HE FALLS ONTO YOU LIKE THOSE CLICHE WATTPAD STORIES HJDSALJF

✓ they’re never succcessful tho, kags literally broke a vase once and it gave everyone a heart attack bc mcgonagall was gonna kick their asses when she finds out😔🤚 they tried to gorilla glue the pieces back together i’m-

✓ meanwhile sakusa isn’t even there he’s too busy being a germaphobe

✓ and atsumu won’t stfu abt it kuroo always needs to slap a hand over his mouth whenever you’re around bc u bet he’s taking this opportunity to tell u that tobio likes u smh

✓ anyways fastforward a few months, daishou ended up talking kags into asking u to the yule ball w the help of tendou (bc oikawa refused to be there LMFAO)

✓ daishou even got mika in on it and she bought kags a bouquet of roses to ask u out with and HE WAS GONNA CHICKEN OUT LAST MINUTE BUT TERU AND FUTAKUCHI PUSHED HIM ALL THE WAY TO THE QUIDDITCH FIELD WHERE KUROO HELPED HIM ASK YOU TO SHOW UP AT

✓ when you saw kags with the flowers you were like “I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP” bc shit you liked him too but homie is impossible to teach and a literal mess of a human being 😔

✓ manz took a sec to form proper sentences bc he was stuttering sm ??

✓ when kags finally asked u out, THE RELIEF THAT WASHED OVER HIM WHEN YOU DIDNT TURN HIM DOWN LMFAO HE WAS WORRIED

✓ HE WOULDN’T EVEN LOOK AT YOU HOMIE TRIED TO HIDE THE PINK THAT DUSTED HIS CHEEKS WITH THE ROSES HE HELD

✓ fastforward again LMFAO, when i tell u that u almost stumbled backwards and crashed into the tables of food when u saw your manz at the ball bc KAGS IN A TUXEDO UM YES PLEASE

✓ anyways i’ll leave what happens at the ball up to your imagination but allow me to mention how both your feet hurt like a bitch afterwards bc you kept stepping on each other while dancing 😔🖐️

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ALICE LSDJFAL SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE BUT FCKKKK u really made my heart go !!! with these headcanons 🥺 these ARE LITERALLY SO CUTE. i love how you were able to draw interactions with all the boys why haven’t you started a writing blog yet i

goshiki and kags would be good friends ngl and kageyama in a suit at the yule ball…i am LOOKING <3

this was so good. alice i love u and u have stolen my heart once again. u are beAUTIFUL if akaashi doesn’t take you out for stargazing imma have to do it myself

#alice <3 #vera is 💞#my bb loves <3 #djflasj this was so sweet pls i love them >:(#vera talks #kagevera #submission

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kazbrekkerrs-remade · 4 years

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ekrjhak i lov eu and to further enable you: ur thoughts on blue, gansey, ronan and adam and henry? and their group dynamic????? 👀👀👀

Wow this took me ages sorry dfjfhd. Claire... u enable me too much these are my onions <3. Under a cut because I went. overboard :3. I’m probably going to have to shorten this I don’t know if tumblr will even let me post something this long dkshjfhg. (Also I wrote half of this in word so if there’s proper capitalization in places that’s why, don’t let it cloud my image as a cool, laid-back bitch that doesn’t care for grammar.)

i’m starting individually then moving onto group dynamics heh

blue i like blue but it did take a bit of growing on me djjdjhjss. i like her a lot bc i relate to her a lot, but i do think there was a lot of room for improvement. she said she wanted to see the world and make it better but how exactly.. is that a roadtrip? i mean i guess it’s a start in a way, but i think it would’ve been much better if we saw her join an activist organization.. volunteer for a non-profit or something. Also her misguided feminism ah! But I can be a bit more lenient with that bc she was still very young when the series ended so. Also she was revealed to be part tree and then like. Nothing substantial came of it? idk

Ganseyboy! I have to be honest my.. fave uwu. There is a Lot of room for improvement but I just. Optimist!! insecurities :( also he KNEW he was gonna d*e I’m. sad. Anyway like I said a lot of room for improvement as in like.. not everything is about you king <3 also he needs more… idk I don’t wanna say empathy bc i think that’s something different but like. He needs to realise that what he thinks is best isn’t gonna be the way everyone deals with something, if that makes sense? Like basically the “how do you know what’s good for me?” “THAT’S MY OPINIOOONNNNN!!” vine. THAT SAID I love him so much.. he held up the mouse to his face! And smiled!! mon dieu.. when he made bird jokes to make adam laugh… “am I in your dreams?” AH! In a way, blue and gansey are sons of the same gun: I love them both but there could be more done with them tbh. But I have a lot of fun with Fansey, a.k.a: fatima gansey. Kind of like fanon gansey except no one’s opinion matters besides mine <3 (basically it’s the *aggressively kicks off shoes* “yee haw”, parts of gansey, and then me giving him the arc he deserves) maybe we could sum it up to “ma’am that’s my emotional support projection character” but like. That’s my business.

ADAM! Previous endorsements include: “might fuck around and become an adam parrish stan account.” “I’ve only had adam for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” “I go :D whenever I see it’s an adam chapter” (these are more or less verbatim from my previous posts.) that said, I don’t have many fully formed thoughts because I uhhh don’t remember the books that well and also I repress the adam chapters bc they hit too close oops :). tbh I don’t have many complaints at all heh. That’s not to say he doesn’t have flaws but a) I will excuse them because he’s justified, adam does anything problematique and I’m like he can have a little murder. As a treat. and b) I genuinely loved his arc so. No complaints for real!! Also.. adam realising he is capable of loving and being loved…. *kermit meme* I have nearly teared up while writing this. :( one more half baked thought: trc having being “known” as a mark of being loved but then adam being like “i am unknowable” and then there was a moment of him with ronan like “how foolish of him to think he was unknowable”.... *kermit hearts meme intensifies*

RONAN O CLOCK to be honest. I. don’t have any meta or complaints I just love him. I love him a LOT okay.. very much. Big love. Sharp edges tough guy but he names his dream animals chainsaw and gasoline and has a pooping blanket for chainsaw… I can’t remember the quote but that but in cdth where he was like the point is dreamer or not if people are going to get hurt I’m going to stop it… Much to think about. HIS GROWTH. IN THE DREAM THIEVES wow can you believe I read him in TRB and was like ‘I don’t care for him’ ddhfjdhf and then in the dream thieves I’m like.. I have rescinded all previous callouts of ronan lynch. Oops. HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO MUCH oh my gosh. Ronan just… he has so much range for feeling!! he feels so much!!! I love that about him so much omg

Henry. Ah. This is where we get kind of controversial jdhjdfh I’m sorry but. I’m going to be honest I like him well enough as a character but I don’t care for him much I’m sorry I just. It’s because he was introduced so late. And only became an important character towards like.. the last half of TRK? I mean, I’d have loved him if he was introduced earlier, hell at least have him come into play in BLLB. The issues I have with him isn’t because of anything about him as a character though, I think it’s all about the way he was handled. I think because he came in so late, there just wasn’t enough time to do justice to the depth that he had, or give him an arc or anything, or enough time to connect with him. Also a part of me feels like he was in there just to kind of tie up Blue and Gansey’s stories and give them something to do after the end of TRK (which sucks because like… making your only canon POC being primarily to develop/give your white characters storylines… (blue isn’t white in my mind but like she was written “colorblind” and when that happens it usually means the author viewed them as white at least in the beginning jhfhgfj. but i don’t remember it too well so if i’m wrong lmk please!)). But probably my biggest problem is: I couldn’t help get the vibe that MS was facing criticism for the lack of diversity and so decided to bring in an asian character. Like, I feel that way bc he came in so late, and because of that he was so half-baked I’m.. gah. GAH. That’s unfair maybe henry is a cool dude hdhfg but I just can’t warm up to him because of this :/

Group dynamics!! With the gangsey I have to *sobs* I love them so much I’m.. what a strange constellation they all were <3

blue and ronan!! BROnan amirite… omg. That moment when blue nearly slips and ronan immediately catches n holds on to her… she would have to remember that :( sons of the same gun. Best friends!

Blue and adam.. gah. As friends it really goes hard. Get you someone who will stab you if you fall too deep into the nether-realm <3 but uhh. As dates. YIKES. Blue really just. Kissed noah while dating him. And didn’t even think for a second “I have a bf” :( not very cool of her to tell gansey about the kiss curse but not telling adam which I mean, I know that happened to show that they weren’t a good match but. Still yikes. Blue was lowkey cheating on adam the whole time during tdt huh :( also bro I am number one stan of the “I wish you could be kissed jane” scene but it happened literally RIGHT AFTER she broke up with adam I’m. relax <3. I wish that was kind of addressed but meh, overall it doesn’t bother me too much. I think they’re great friends :)

Ronan and adam… I can’t talk about it too much. I really can’t!! I really really can’t! the fact that adam goes to gansey like what is love and gansey is like she makes me quiet… and then adam is like “he was so still inside”.. :( omg the bit during trb when ronan is going on a swearing tirade and adam is like “they didn’t start making the civic until ‘73 <3” what a JACKASS I love him. Second secret!! --okay! Wait I have to say: while this one is not really a big deal compared to all their other moments, my favourite quote is “ and he realised that while he’d been looking at ronan, ronan had been looking at him” :uwu face:

Blue and gansey: :3 :33333 maybe it’s the muslim but I really like the tragedy of not being able to kiss :( I would beg just one off you! Under all this! Maybe I’m crying because of the inherent romantic-ness of the night sky with all its stars and late night drives :( wow I love them. Also i know most people find it annoying but I personally love the “I’m never gonna fall for this person” *fast forward to getting to know each other* “ahahah. :) I have rescinded all callouts of ____. she is now my girlfriend (long story)” (not to be confused with enemies to lovers <3 (not to be confused with enemies to friends to lovers <3)) also they can kiss now thank you very much.

Okay I will just preface this with: gansey’s relationships with both ronan and adam have the “how do you know what’s good for me” element to them so I don’t have to address it later hdfgjlfj but bro they love each other so much I’m… “dream me the world… something new for ever night” you’re leaving for TWO DAYS.. gansey gave up monmouth omg what became of that I really forgot khffhk did he get it back. I don’t even need to elaborate on ronan, “ronan would do anything for gansey” :(

ADAM AND GANSEY I been WAITNG for this one! Turn it up! Bro if you saw the whole face I made when I realised it was time for this kdhfhfkhu this is so loaded despite the fact that I cant articulate it <3 the.. idk what to call them. Parallels? Foils? I didn’t take lit sorry but he RANGE we could have had there… remember when gansey was shocked in trk bc :0 you guys came with me and also “they had run for him”. bro their whole relationship had so much. Tension because of their different backgrounds and fundamentally different outlooks because of their backgrounds, and I think if we had seen them properly connect then both of them could have grown from that. I know we see adam understanding gansey a bit better I don’t remember when that happened but I know it did at some point hhdsf but gansey.. never does! Huff and puff. It’s really so FRUSTRATING to me bc that could have key development for gansey but also for adam and gansey’s relationship. And also I feel like we didn’t.. see them try either? Which is so frustrating like idk if it’s a fault on stiefvater’s part or just with YA lit in general that platonic relationships are kind of ignored. Or maybe it’s because idk I remember ms saying she had a lot of issues while writing trk.. but still. We could have really had it all but instead I have to live with “don’t break him adam” I’m (: ok but now I must lighten the mood hjsdhf so might I add: when one of them sees the principal in his crazy funky junky hat and goes “yee haw”… when gansey is like :DDD hey ADAM guess WHAT and adam is like ? and gansey is like oh it was a fully casual problem with the ALTERNATOR of my car of COURSE it was the alternator, it was really simple and I fixed it with much ease :D and adam is like :’D felt like the had hatched a baby bird.. my uwus. ADAM! give me an idea! ALSO if anyone will allow me to venture into adansey territory…. the fact that adam is cabeswater’s magician and gansey now.. is cabeswater in a way. MUCH to think about. I still spend a lot of time thinking about the dryad au the problem is I have never been to progress past the “vague concept” stage of stories and this is why I don’t write dhfjhfdhf. But yes. I think about it often :3

i also like the henry with the gang, i think it could work really well but once again it wasn’t given the time for me to really see it :( also. ronan being racist. and adam laughing along with that. why was that included, ms turn on your location i just wanna talk

okay once again thank you for enabling me claire and i’m so sorry for this monster dsjkhfjkdhg

#aha. am i more than you bargained for yet <3 #claire tag #asks #mutuals #anyway if for some reason you ever wanted a comprehensive guide on my thoughts on the trc characters here it is <3 #though it's not really comprehensive kjhdsjkhfg #when i reread trc. and remember it this time. then you will know #anyway this took me three weeks sdhfkjdfh sorry

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theharellan · 4 years

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101 DRAGON AGE QUESTIONS | not accepting

for the sake of reducing the number of ooc posts i’m answering these all in one and just @ing the people who asked the questions! thank you for them all!

if you sent me one of these btw and rbed this meme yourself and i didn’t send you something, please let me know! i want to send you things back and must have missed you reblogging the meme. this includes non-mutuals.

1. How did you get into Dragon Age? | asked by @kaaras-adaar & @dreamerlavellan

Sort of by accident, actually. It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in university (2011) and summertime is generally a time of inactivity and depression because I cannot tolerate the weather here. My dad happened to own Origins and I picked it up because??? Fantasy? RPG?

Starting the game I saw you could play as a dwarf, who have been my favourites in fantasy since a child as The Hobbit is among my favourite books. Then after that I fell in love with the worldbuilding for dwarves and Gorim, my first actual Dragon Age love. I was more or less hooked after that. DA was actually not my first Bioware game, I was obsessed with Jade Empire as a kid so like Origins appealed to me immediately despite being far less fun to play than literally any other Bioware game I’ve ever played. The characters and world more than made up for it.

I beat it relatively quickly and my dad bought Dragon Age II which had come out earlier that day, actually against my suggestion because I’d heard it wasn’t good. And in this instance my dad forgetting something I said turned out for the best because I ended up enjoying DAII more in some respects. While it took me a while to join the fandom as a content producer I was a consumer and certified DA trash from then on.

2. Have you finished all three games? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

Kskjdfs yes. I’ve beaten each at least 4 times, but probably more like 8. The only thing I haven’t played are some of the Origins DLC because as much as I enjoy my replays I am so ready to be out by the end of the game (and I have the worst luck with Awakening bugs) and I also don’t have Sebastians DLC b/c his never goes on sale individually and I refuse to spend more than like $4 on him.

3. How long did it take you to finish the series? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

I honestly don’t know. I think it took me like a week to beat Inquisition without 100%ing it, I’d say my first playthroughs all probably took about that long. I tend not to do everything in my first playthrough. Like shard collecting didn’t happen until round two, etc.

7. Favorite DA:O backstory? | asked by @dreamerlavellan & @fatefaulted

I’ve played through all of them and I enjoy them all except Cousland, but my favourite is Aeducan. I enjoy the politics, the culture, the aesthetic of Orzammar. I love Gorim Saelac and the surprising amount of depth to this character who is designed to be thrown away after the prologue. I love how it ties you to the Darkspawn threat in a bigger way than any of the origins accomplish. I love how it ties you to the Orzammar plot later in the game, and playing Aeducan first is probably one reason why I adore that branch of the game. It’s a good origin that establishes its world really well and has great characters to boot.

11. Share a pic of your favorite OC from any DA game. | asked by @dreamerlavellan

I just want to share pics of my girl and Solas’ future husband.

Ian Lavellan, non-Inquisitor written by @theshirallen

Thora Cadash, dwarven Inquisitor and default Inquisitor for this blog written by... me lmao.

22. Favorite DA2 party combo? | asked by @fatefaulted

My main Hawke is a mage Hawke, so this party is horrendously imbalanced, but: Varric, Merrill, Isabela. They all just like each other and I think that’s neat. Although in act one my favourite is probably Carver, Merrill, Isabela / Varric. Unfortunately the game doesn’t want me to have a warrior in my party.

24. Favorite main-story quest from DA:I? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

It’s hard to pick between In Hushed Whispers and In Your Heart Shall Burn. I love seeing the red lyrium’d companions and the dark future of Thedas, and speculating on what happened in the intervening year. I love reflecting on what it must do for the Inquisitor to see that and have it be undone. I think it sets up the rest of the game really well, and in ways Champions of the Just doesn’t do quite as well.

In Your Heart Shall burn is a simpler quest but I think the power and emotions in the quest are so raw. Playing this the first time was riveting and I was on the edge of my seat. The triumph of closing the Breach, the strangeness of your first encounter with Cole (whose appearance at the gates is another reason I prefer IHW tbh, I think it’s more tension building than Dorian’s), Corypheus, crawling through the snow. Capping it off with The Dawn Will Come and the journey to Skyhold idk, it’s just such an emotional high point in the series that every time I replay I get goosebumps.

25. Favorite DA:I place? | asked by @fatefaulted

It’s a tie between the Frostback Basin and the Emerald Graves. I love the lore in both, as elf trash I prefer the lore in the graves especially if I can include the Din’an Hanin into that category. But the Avvar lore and Ameridan is also Very Good, and while I adore the giant trees of the graves the Frostback Basin clearly was able to have more resources poured into its design, and as a result the different sections of the map have so much more character.

A close runner-up is the Hinterlands, as I think the quests there are fun and it feels like home. I enjoy returning to it. Which is good, b/c I’ve played through it... a lot... I think loving it might be a coping mechanism, but also I love the vibe of the early game that’s best captured in the Hinterlands.

32. Favorite DLC mission overall? | asked by @fatefaulted

Trespasser is up there with Shivering Isles as my favourite DLC ever produced. Its hits every emotional beat I think it needed to hit, set up the next game with greater detail and intrigue than the initial epilogue, and I’m honestly dying to get to replay it again on Thora despite what it does to my nerves. The first time I played it I could feel my heart beating faster like wtf me.

37. Blood magic: yes or no? | asked by @hopewrought

Would I use it myself? No. Morally I think it can be reprehensible but also neutral, much like any other magic in the game. In certain characters I think even if used for good it may encourage unhealthy habits, but I think it can be learned to be engaged with in better ways.

59. Who was written really poorly? | asked by @theshirallen you can’t hide behind anon I know it was you

Oghren fucking Kondrat. When I think about the reasons Origins is my least favourite game he is among them. With Oghren there was a really good chance to portray an alcoholic abuse victim, suffering from severe mental health issues, and still mourning his wife, with the respect it deserves. Instead he just... is a gross sexist dwarf and his alcoholism is mostly played for jokes. And then he comes back in Awakening and... continues to be a gross sexist dwarf whose alcoholism is mostly played for jokes.

There could have been some really interesting stuff with Oghren, the Warrior caste of dwarves I think would suffer from issues similar to qunari warriors, where when they can no longer fill the purpose society has dictated they must serve, what then? They can’t do anything but fight. There could be comradery with Sten, or perhaps Zevran or Alistair, or any of the companions who have had the path their lives took dictated to them by societal forces they had no say in (even if they are happy with that direction). There are snippets of good stuff in here, the line “let us show them our hearts, Warden, and then show them theirs” is one of the best of the good-byes the game offers us imo. It’s a shame about what came before.

Like there are other characters, such as Sera, who I think were done dirty by their writers, but Sera at least got some growth in the DLC and there were attempts to address criticism of her character. Oghren in Awakening was just kind of a take two of an already poorly-done arc.

60. Who do you wish had been given more story? | asked by @hopewrought

I wish Briala had more, like that she had some impact on the story in universes where Gaspard isn’t crowned with her as his puppetmaster. She and the elves reappears in that but not if you reunite her with Celene or exile her, and I think it would’ve been neat. I also wish she’d had a chance to interact with Solas in some small way given how many parallels were drawn by one of his own agents during Masked Empire.

I also wish we had more about dwarves in general in 2 and Inquisition. We get some great lore in Inquisition that was set up in 2, but with our only dwarf companion being Varric, who honestly has a relationship with his race that at times is comparable to Sera’s, it pulls a few of its punches. I really think they have dwarves set up to be important players in the next game, with their architecture featuring heavily in the dev diary, buuut no dwarves to be seen. So who knows. Just give me dwarves in the next game who aren’t Varric Bioware pls. Let me kiss one maybe.

61. Favorite NPC? | asked by @kaaras-adaar

I’m not going to count advisors even though they kinda are NPCs and I’m going to answer one for each game so uhh...

Origins - Anora

DA2 - Feynriel

DA:I - Krem

Bonus - Lord Woolsley, the only unproblematic DA character

63. Best story moment? | asked by @ghilannainguideme

It’s a tie between the journey to Skyhold and the talk with Solas at the end of Trespasser and the resulting disbanding of the Inquisition (if you so choose). I really can’t separate them because I think the reason Trespasser works so well is how it calls back to the very beginning of Inquisition and that moment with Solas in the snow. It’s triumphant and sad, something’s ending, the fellowship is breaking, but you know all of you will continue to work towards a better world apart.

In DA:O I think it’d be saying good-bye before the final battle and in DA2 I think the moment where you can tell the Arishok he was right to take in the elves who killed that guardmen is good. Probably one of the reasons why I think Hawke-Arishok work so well as a protagonist-antagonist combination.

81. Favorite fanfic? | asked by @ghilannainguideme

I don’t read a lot of fanfic, actually. Save what I read on here, which I do count, but idk if other people do.

My favourite writers to read are @theshirallen, obviously. Joly wants to tweakIan’s personal quest but I think the version they have written now is still very good and you can find it here. I love reading Peace’s stuff and find their smut especially spicy in the best possible way, you can find a Merrill/f!Mahariel piece here! Gaia doesn’t write on Tumblr much these days, but she wrote a wonderful Tug/Sketch (the companions from Leliana’s Song) that you can find here.

I follow so many talented writers and I can’t list them all but here are a few I can fire off real fast: @theshirallen / @ghilannainguideme / @seahaloed / @sabraelin / @valorcorrupt / @mercysought / @hopewrought / @ofrevas / @skyheld have all moved me with their words at some point, be it in fic or rp.

82. Favorite fanart/fanartist? | asked by @ghilannainguideme

Again I just can’t choose jsdfks.

The easiest way is to just link my Solas fanart tag. Obviously this favours Solas artists, however, so also here’s a link to thedaswlw where there’s a boatload of amazing fanart all of wlw.

Of people I’m mutuals with I know @abracafockyou, @kaaras-adaar, @dalathin (currently inactive but I gotta link them), and @syntharts are all very talented artists. I’m also a big fan of destinyapostacy, nipuni, elbenherzart, starscollected (on twitter), and many more.

97. What’s your favorite DA mod? | asked by @ghilannainguideme & @hopewrought

I’ll chose one as many as I want to apparently from each game again, b/c why not?

DA:O - I have to admit I find this game hard to mod because nothing can really salvage the gameplay or look of the game. I need Better Dwarf Model so I don’t have to look at the odd dwarf proportions in the game (the women have arms for days). Mostly I have armour mods. I like Grey Wardens of Ferelden so I can match Alistair in the final batte and have everyone in uniforms in Awakening. I do like Kirkwall Exports because I can put Zevran in the robes of the notorious pirate tho. I haven’t used this mod yet but I also love this mod I retweeted this morning.

DA2 - Again, I don’t mod 2 very much. You could probably make some kind of chart for correlating my enjoyment of a game versus my urge to mod it, with the more I love a game means I want to mod it more. With 2 I enjoy the combat and overall design of the characters more so I mostly use a couple of tweaks, my favourite is Ishs Scarf for Merrill which just adds a cute blue scarf to Merrill and hides the fact that elves in this game have weirdly long necks. Oh and a mod to fix the weird hand dirt.

DA:I - Equal Opportunity Solas mod, I bought the game again on PC just to use it. Being able to play Solas/Ian for screencaps was everything tbh. Other mods I enjoy are More Banter, which while I have better luck with banter it is nice to be able to count on it. I installed it this latest pt and I have heard location comments that have never triggered before. Black Hair for Everyone has changed my life because finally Thora doesn’t have grey hair. No Dirt Buildup is also amazing, as the dirt can cause some really weird blotting on PCs that’s especially noticeable on dark-skinned Inquisitors.

99. Where would you live (Ferelden, Orlais, Free Marches etc?) | asked by @heysales

Probably Ferelden. It is fantasy England and hey if I make it past Inquisition maybe nothing will ever happen there again. Somewhere in the Free Marches might also be chill. Not Kirkwall. Maybe Starkhaven? Honestly tho I just want to live in the Frostback Basin. Have a spirit friend. Shake hands with nugs.

101. If you could meet your Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor, what would you say? | asked by @dreamerlavellan

If I met Thora I’d tell her I’m proud of her. She’d be confused, but that’s ok.

#( munday meme )#( ooc )#( about me )#( asks )

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mlinkwell · 5 years

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Remodel

Request: Hi love! May I request a do fluffy/smut neighbor au work jongdae please? Thank you!!!

Pairing: Chen (Kim Jongdae) x Reader (fem)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: slow burn, mostly plot/fluff tbh, hella dialogue, penatrative sex, slight alcohol use (the drinking and sex is spaced out. do not engage in sexual activity if anyone involved is not sober)

This took on quite the life of its own whoops :)

You were no quitter. Quitting wouldn’t have gotten you a stable job. Quitting wouldn’t have allowed you to completely remodel your home, starting with an amped up kitchen. Quitting wouldn’t have gotten you white marble countertops.

This is exactly what you tell yourself to be convinced that you could amp the kitchen up yourself, including lugging everything through your front door. The appliances weren’t as hard as you’d expected them to be. Once they were on the dolly, you wheeled them into the kitchen with confidence.

Now, you were standing in your driveway, hands on your hips, peering at the marble slabs you called countertops, wondering how you could ensure getting them inside in one piece. You managed to safely get them home and out of your vehicle. Getting them in the house without breaking them seemed to require some serious thought.

“Need some help?”

You looked up to see the source of the voice moving across your front yard. He was walking casually, a light grin on his face and sweats on his body. You smiled at him, waving slightly before returning your hand to your hip.

“Hey, Jongdae,” you said when he got closer.

“How’s it going?” He asked, stopping on the other side of the marble slab currently resting in a massive box on your driveway.

“Just remodeling,” you shrugged. “Trying to figure out how to get this inside without breaking it or me.” He laughed. It was melodic and loud. It made you laugh along for a brief moment.

“Well, I’m off for the rest of the day if you need a hand,” he offered.

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your jog,” you replied, which was a complete and utter lie. You definitely wanted some help, and free help at that.

“I mean, this seems like more of a workout,” he joked while gesturing towards the marble, and you laughed lightly before nodding to him.

“Then a hand would be great, if you really don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

You bent down with him, your hair falling around you as you moved. You leaned back up for a quick moment, taking the hair-tie off of your wrist and bound your hair at the nape of your neck. When you looked back up, you found Jongdae looking at you with a slight smirk. His bright eyes met yours. You blushed and looked down for a moment, mumbling a soft, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he laughed out. You bent back down and placed your hands on the side of the marble. “Ready?”

“Um, what exactly is the plan?” You asked shyly. He eyes widened for a moment, and a heat bloomed up his face.

“Oh,” he began, eyes darting around. “Yeah, we should probably sort that out first. Um, let’s - Let’s just carry it. I’ll go backwards if you can direct me.”

“Okay,” you agreed and stood up. “Let’s swap sides then?”

He nodded and the two of you walked around the thick, white slab. You bent back down almost simultaneously. You looked back up to find his gaze already on you.

“Now are we ready?” He asked. You smiled and nodded at him. “One, two, three!”

You gripped the edge tightly, getting your hands underneath the marble as it rose from the ground. Your arms were flexed as you worked to keep it up. You looked over to Jongdae, meeting his eyes and nodding. He began to move backwards, pulling you forwards. You shuffled along, the countertop against your stomach as you moved to the front door. You slowed down, allowing Jongdae to adjust his direction to move straight through the door.

You let out a breath you did not realize you were holding as you made it up and through the doorway without a missed step. Jongdae caught the sigh of relief that left your lips and chuckled.

“Don’t laugh!” You whined as you kept shuffling. “Go left.”

He followed your directions, and the two of you ending up in the kitchen. It wasn’t as empty as it had been at the beginning of the day. One of the few things missing was the countertop in your now sweaty, shaking hands.

You made your way over to the counter, slowly moving to the ground and setting it down again. You stood up with a big sigh, shaking out your hands before grabbing a rag to wipe them off with. You threw the rag to Jongdae, who did the same.

“Not so bad,” he shrugged. “Now we just have to do it two more times.”

You laughed before turning and walking back out of the house. The two of you brought the next two pieces in, laying them down just as you had the first. After setting down the final piece, you sat on your kitchen floor, breathing hard.

“Finally!” You said dramatically.

Jongdae laughed lightly and joined you on the floor. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as he looked around your partially renovated kitchen.

“I think it’s going to be quite nice,” Jongdae said after a moment.

“Hm?” You turned to him.

“Your kitchen,” he clarified. “I think it’s going to be quite nice when it’s finished.”

“Well,” you began, “I’ll be sure to invite you over so you can see for yourself.”

“Really?” He asked, a smirk creeping up. “When will that be?”

“Whenever I get all my appliances in,” you said with a light laugh and nodding towards the hole in your counter space. “But I’m serious. It’s the least I can do after all your help.”

“What have you been doing without a stove or an oven?”

“Just simple things or ordering in.”

“Well, how about we get these counters in place, and then you come over and have a real dinner tonight?”

You eyes widened slightly at the sudden invitation. You turned to face Jongdae who was looking at you. His expression was calm, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. You broke into a smile, nodded, and replied, “That would be very sweet of you.”

Jongdae mirrored your smile seconds later, and pushed himself off the ground. He reached out for your hand, helping you move from your spot on his floor and saying, “Let’s get to it then.”

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror dabbing lightly at your lipstick before leaning back and looking yourself over for an eighth time. After you and Jongdae set up your counters, he went to his home down the street. You then began the long process of trying to get ready without looking like you tried too hard to get ready. You moved from your bathroom to your closet in search of something to wear to your.. date? Dinner? You didn’t really know what to call it, which is why you had no idea how dressed up or dressed down you should be. You shifted back and forth in front of your closet, pulling out dresses only to find yourself dissatisfied with each option. You decided on an outfit you felt was an acceptable balance of cute and casual: dark jeans with a flowy light tee French-tucked in and finished off with stud earrings and flats. You checked over yourself one more time before grabbing your phone and house key and walking out the door.

Your heart was racing as you made your way across your yard and down the street. It was only a few minutes walk through your neighborhood before you found yourself at Jongdae’s doorstep. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Moments later, Jongdae appeared at the door. A long sleeved shirt and shorts clad his lean body. Thank God you decided not to dress up too much.

“You look great,” Jongdae said as you walked past him into his home. You missed the way his eyes danced up and down you as you thanked him. He closed the door, never taking his eyes off you. Finally, he shook off his stare and said, “Um, so you’re just in time.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, turning to look at him.

“Mhmm,” he responded. He placed his hand gently on your back and began leading you towards the kitchen. “Food just came out of the oven, and I just opened some wine.”

“Wow,” you giggled, hyper-aware of the hand leaving your lower back as you stepped into Jongdae’s kitchen. “I haven’t seen a fully furnished kitchen in weeks.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Jongdae smirked at you while offering you a glass of wine. “You can look at this one all night. Although, it might seem lackluster by the time yours is finished.”

“Nah,” you dismissed his final comment. “Your home is nice.”

“So are you.”

You had never talked to Jongdae this much before. You were just casual, neighborhood friends who chatted when you ran into one another. But somehow, between bites of food, the two of you had yet to run out of stories to tell and jokes to laugh at. Not only did the boy cook a mean dinner, but enjoyed every moment of conversation. You had learned a lot about Jongdae from it. He loved music, which, had he not already told you, you could tell through his melodic laugh and the playlist that was softly playing from a speaker somewhere in the room. He had a big group of guy friends. You had met a few before. You’d seen Minseok with him a few times. However, his casual comment that you’d “probably meet everyone soon enough” and small touches from across the table had your hopes raising that this was something more than friendly neighbor stuff.

When you had cleared your plates, Jongdae stood from the table, pouring some after-dinner wine in both your glasses before picking up your plate and making his way to the sink.

“Give me a sec and I’ll join you in the living room,” he called over his shoulder.

“Uhh, no,” you insisted, getting up to join him at the sink. “You cooked me dinner. The least I can do is clean up for you.”

“I asked you to let me do this,” he reminded you. “You’re not doing my dishes.”

“Okay, well what if we both do our dishes?” You retorted.

“What if we rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher and neither of us really have to do the dishes?” He suggested. You considered it a half-win and took the deal. Jongdae moved to open the dishwasher as you took the plates in the sink and began washing them. Jongdae turned back to you, his voice louder than before. “Yah! I thought we agreed on the dishwasher.”

“I’m just thoroughly rinsing them,” you responded, suppressing your laughter at his outburst.

“Uh huh,” Jongdae muttered, grabbing the spray attachment from your hand. His hand squeezed tightly over yours, fully pressing down on the attachment and spraying your chest with water. You gasped dramatically and stepped backwards, trying to get out of reach of the water as you heard a “oh shit” slip from Jongdae’s lips.

“Dae!” You squealed. Your shirt was covered in water, the light pink, flowy fabric now practically see-through and clinging to your skin and bra.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to spray you,” Jongdae rambled out, moving for a drawer beside the sink and now dreaded sprayer.

He spun back around with a towel in hand. Before you knew it, he was right in front of you, one hand once again on your lower back and the other dabbing at the water on your upper chest. You stood still, face flushed and feeling overwhelmingly awkward. All that time you’d spent in front of your closet and you chose this top.

Not sure of what to do or where to look, your eyes fell to Jongdae right in front of you. He had a slight red tint to his cheeks. Whether it was from the wine or his own embarrassment, you weren’t sure. The rest of his face bore a look of concentration, his eyes never leaving the spot he was attempting to dry. You were once again hyper-aware of every touch, from the unmoving hand on your lower back to the firm dabbing of his hand against your chest. Feeling your eyes on him, Jongdae glanced up at you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He shook his head as he laughed.

“I’m really sorry,” he breathed out, still laughing a little. “And I’m sorry I kinda have to stare at your chest to do this.”

“It’s okay,” you giggled back, the laughter breaking the weird silence that had formed. As his laugh faded, his smile stayed, and his eyes stayed locked on yours. For a moment he glanced down to your lips, then immediately back to your eyes. You were suddenly much more aware of how close the two of you were and how neither of you were making any effort to move apart. He glanced down at your lips again, then back to your eyes, searching for any sign that you wanted him to stop or keep going.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, your voice almost a whisper and all traces of laughter gone. Jongdae held your gaze for a moment longer before slowly moving down to press his lips against yours. Despite the gentle kiss, electricity ran through your body. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. This wasn’t at all what you’d expected for the night, but you weren’t upset with it either. Had Jongdae had an eye on you for longer than you realized? Was this just as spontaneous for him?

Your body wasn’t frozen by the numerous questions running through your head. Instead, you kissed him back just as gently. You felt the towel in Jongdae’s left hand fall from your chest, and moments later his hand was caressing your jaw. Your hands rested on his arms, fingers moving gently over the soft fabric of his sleeves. Jongdae began kissing you with more vigor. His lips were harder against yours and his hand pressed more firmly against your back, closing any space that was left between you.

His grip on you tightened and you moaned against his lips. He responded with a deep groan and pulled away from you slightly. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you. You’d barely separated, lips still brushing and breath fanning each other’s faces. Jongdae held eye contact with you as he began to step forward, forcing you backwards. You took small, careful steps, not daring to break his intense eye contact. Soon enough, you felt your back hit the counter and Jongdae stopped inching you backwards. His eyes were still locked on you with an intensity that you had never seen from your neighbor before. You felt his hand slide from your lower back to your ass.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, the same calm expression and nervous eyes appeared from when he first asked you to dinner hours ago; although, the two of you carrying in your cabinets seemed days away at this point.

“Yes,” you breathed out, nodding lightly. As soon as he registered your response, both of his hands shot around to the front of your jeans, making quick work of your button and zipper and shoving them down your thighs. He moved down your legs with them. With his aid, you quickly stepped out of the tight denim and kicked them to the side.

Jongdae was crouched in front you, eye level with your knees and hands slowly moving up to your thighs. You were so shocked and nervous that you couldn’t move. You stood still, trying to remember how to breathe and waiting for Jongdae’s next move. He brought his hands to your knees and stood back up his full height. He caught your gaze once more as he moved towards you. Both of his rested on the counter on either side of you as he reconnected your lips.

You reached behind you, grabbed his hands off the counter, and placed them on your hips. He chuckled slightly against your lips before sliding his hands around to your back and down. He moved slowly down your ass, stopping to give it a quick squeeze, and then resting on the tops of your thighs. Without warning, he scooped you up and placed your bottom on his kitchen counter, finding his way in between your legs during the lift. You wrapped one leg around his waist, the feeling of his jeans against your damp, barely clothed core sending electricity through your body. You were trying to stop yourself from so shamelessly rubbing yourself against him, but the way he was moving his lips down your neck made it difficult.

Soft moans began escaping your lips now that his mouth had traveled elsewhere. Just as he reached your shirt, he pulled back.

“Probably should have taken this off first,” he joked while pulling at the wet fabric. You giggled. You had honestly forgotten about your shirt getting soaked the minute Dae’s lips touched yours, but still you raised your arms so he could completely rid your body of the garment.

“Yours, too,” you said, pouting at him and tugging at the end of his long sleeved tee. He smirked at you and pulled the shirt over his head. You looked him over, standing in front of you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a bare torso. He looked incredible, and you couldn’t help smiling while subconsciously moving your arms over your own naked skin.

“Oh, no, no,” he said, stepping back in between your legs and moving your arms to your sides. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

“‘s not fair,” you muttered while running your hands down his abdomen. You stopped when you hit the top of his jeans. “You’re wearing more than me.”

“Technically,” he challenged as his hands wandering up to your breasts, cupping them over your damp bra, “we’re both still wearing two things.”

You moved your hands from his waist to your back. In one quick motion, you unhooked your bra and allowed it to slowly fall down your arms. It fell to the floor and you leaned back on the counter, completely revealing your breasts to Jongdae. His grin grew as his eyes darken. When he lifted his gaze from your chest to your face, you raised a challenging eyebrow at him. He took a step back, ridding himself you his jeans.

Once you were both shielded by nothing but underwear, his arousal was more than apparent. He stared at you as you moved your teeth over your bottom lip, then kissed for the hundredth time that night. You moved your hands from his chest down the front of his body and hooked your fingertips in the waistband of his boxers. You teasingly snapped them against his skin before grabbing his length over the thin fabric. He groaned against your lips, his own hands finding your breasts. You ran your hand back and forth, slow and firm. His fingertips brushed over your nipples. Still, you kissed. Your lips would occasionally break from his to place a stray kiss on his collarbone or neck, but you returned to lips with more desire than you cared to admit.

Jongdae’s hand slipped down your skin and found the top of your underwear. Over your teasing, you moved from his length to the waistband and pulled his boxers down his legs. He took over, pulling them the rest of the way and kicking them off while you focused your efforts on shimmying out of your underwear. You spread your legs further as Jongdae began to line himself up with you. He rubbed his length up and down your slit, coating his tip with your wetness before pushing into you.

He gripped your hip with one hand as he entered you. His grip immediately tightened as he felt your walls around him. You jumped at the feeling, causing him to relax his hold slightly. He then began to move in and out of you. You buried your face in his chest, placing light kisses on his skin in between breathy moans. Above you, Jongdae was emitting low groans every time he plunged back in your tight walls.

He moved your hands off his chest and placed them behind you on the counter, making you lean back and bringing your naked body into view for him. His hands still on yours, he kept his eyes on where your bodies connected, swearing every time you clenched around him. He lifted his eyes from your core to your face. His hands left yours and moved to your head. Both hands found purchase on the back of your hand while his thumbs caressed your face. He picked up the pace, eventually pulling you forward to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You were a desperate, moaning mess. A thin layer of sweat had formed on both your bodies and you couldn’t help but clench around Jongdae as he thrust deep within you. You whimpered against his mouth as he continued to pleasure you. Your hips were moving weakly, pushing forward on the edge of the counter to meet his. Your hands were tangled in Jongdae’s hair in a weak attempt to deal with the overwhelming feeling he was providing you.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, breaking away to catch his breath. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I’m so fucking close,” you whimpered out, tugging on his brown lockes. “So close.”

One of Jongdae’s hands left your face to pull your leg up higher on his waist. The new position allowed him to move deeper inside of you and had you crying out at louder volumes than before. You were shaking in his hold, tears threatening to run down your face. You were so tightly wound up that you knew you would break soon. With every movement of his hips against your hips and lips against your neck, you were closer and closer to snapping.

“Jongdae!” You moaned out as you finally came, wave after wave of pleasure reaching every inch of your body. “Oh, God! Dae!”

Jongdae immediately sped up, his face now buried in your neck as his hips snapped against you. He gently pushed you to lay your back flat on the counter while he continued to chase his eye. You moved back, legs spread wide as you watched the look of pleasure and concentration grace his features in your post-orgasm haze. You clenched down on his cock after a particularly hard thrust, and he let out a deep, tortured groan. He pulled out of you quickly, jerking himself over your body until milky white cum littered your stomach and breasts.

“Wow,” Jongdae breathed out, still leaning over you.

“Wow,” you repeated.

“One sec,” he said and stepped away.

“Yeah,” you replied, catching your breath as you waited for him to return to your line of sight. The wait was only a few seconds. Jongdae appeared in front of you with the same dish towel as before. He had dampened a section, which he then began to use to clean up your torso. You stayed still, waiting in a somewhat awkward silence as he moved the cloth over your skin. When he was done, he walked out with the towel, presumably tossing it in the laundry. You sat up on the counter, legs still shaking slightly.

Jongdae returned moments later, bottom lip between his teeth as he looked at you. There was an unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t smile or hold eye contact. Instead, he moved to gather his boxers from the ground in front of you and slide them back up his legs. He leaned against the counter beside you. Shaking his head lightly, he let out a sigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said as he turned to you. You froze, suddenly wildly uncomfortable and face heating up.

“I - Oh,” was all you could muster. You nodded, trying to hide the embarrassment in your face, but to no avail. Jongdae noticed. His eyes widened and he moved in front of you.

“Wait, no,” he interjected. “I didn’t mean - not like at all. I don’t regret this. Well, I don’t regret you. I just. I’m trying to say, I wish I had taken you on a real date before I made this kind of move.”

“Oh, my God,” you let a sigh of relief, running your hands through your hair. “Dae, you scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed out. “And I’m sorry I moved this fast. I would still like to take you on a real date if you’d let me.”

“This was a real date,” you said and placed a light kiss on his forehead. “I just thought you instantly regret fucking me and were kicking me out.”

“I’m definitely not kicking you out,” he assured you. “In fact, I’d really like it if you’d stay. I’ll even give you a dry shirt.”

“That would be very sweet of you,” you smiled at him.

“Let’s get to it then,” he responding as he scooped you up from the counter and carried you to his bedroom.

#chen smut #jongdae smut #exo smut #exo chen smut #exo jongdae smut #exo #chen imagine #jongdae imagine #exo imagine #exo one shot #suho smut #xiumin smut #lay smut #baekhyun smut #chanyeol smut #d.o smut #kai smut #sehun smut #kim jongdae

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jichew · 5 years

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kim seunghun♡soulmate!au

a/n: this took….WAY TOO LONG to finish. I apologize if this au is not as cohesive bc I did write it over the span of a few weeks lol. Thank you all for waiting so patiently and feel free to leave any requests as I will be free to write this weekend!!! mwah♡

so,, in this alternate universe exists the soulmate tattoo

yes, i know so creative ;w;

essentially, you are born with the name of your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body

and you have the absolute pleasure of having the name kim seunghun tattooed in cursive across the expanse of your right hip

spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway,,, you’re kind of asjsdjkSAD

bc seunghun is such a common name??? and you’ve met so many seunghuns???

but NONE of them are your soulmate :((((

you would know,, considering u basically ripped a guys shirt off when he told u that yes, his name was kim seunghun but no, he did not have ur name on his hip

uhh but that’s a story for another day :,)

anyway,,, ur kinda bummed??

and it’s gotten to the point where you’ve almost lost all hope of finding him

。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

but anyway ,, life goes on I guess

you’re yedam’s older sister by about 3 years

( sorry forgot to mention that important detail )

you both go to the same high school!!!

ur a senior and he’s a FRESHIE

obviously,,, hes a BABY（≧∇≦）

so ur super protective of him

and when you find out he’s been hanging out with some ,, QUESTIONABLE individuals at school

mom mode: activated

“dammie who r these kids”

“MOM, we’re part of dance club together!! they’re super nice i promise”

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

u just want your baby to stay safe u know??

so when he asks to invite his friends over to practice

you’re like ( ˘ω˘ )

yedam: (◞‸◟)

you: (　˙-˙　)

sad yedam is a big fat NO in this household

so you have no choice but to agree

and as his unofficial mom, you decide to greet his friends !

“hi, i’m y/n! bang y/n!” ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

and like ,,,, you lowkey feel bad thinking his friends were bad bc most of the guys are pretty chill

like this byounggon kid??

the epitome of looks like he wants to kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll ( ^ω^ )

but when you get to the last dude ,,,

he just kinda ~looks~ at you

and ur not gonna lie … he’s HOT

like he’s only wearing a hoodie ,, but he has silver hoops lined along his ears,, and his hair just messily grazes across his forehead

you internally: *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･’(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)‘･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

uhhhh but also he’s staring u down like he wants to kill u

“i’m hun” he introduces himself coldly

(._.)

he still cute tho

so,,, it’s been a while and yedam has continued to bring his friends over to practice

and you’ve come to grow fond of the boys!!!

esp byounggon :,)))

you guys just click???

except,,,, there’s still a certain blonde haired boy who just doesn’t seem to like u???

like u were walking to ur class the other morning

and you just HAPPENED to see him

so u were like,,, hm let me be a nice person today(＾ｰ^)

so you run up to him and grab his shoulder

“hun!!! what’s up my guy!!” ( ＾∀＾)

honestly,, you went in to this thinking that the only thing hun would do is say hi back???

you: WRONG

he kind of freezes for a second

and you’re like???? u ok bud

he slowly turns around

and his eyes,,, literally pierce into yours

he gingerly takes your hand from its grip on your shoulder, letting it limply fall at your side

and then he slowly walks towards you until your back is pressed against the white brick wall of the hallway, his hands caging you in on either side of your head

slowly, he inches his face towards yours

“stop faking nice to me, we are not and will never be friends”

you internally: hnnngg why does he smell so nice???? is that bath and body works? since when did men shop at bath and body works??(΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

you externally: HMPH how DARE U invade my personal bubble young man i won’t hesitate to FIGHT(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭

and then he walks off

“FUCK YOU TOO HUN!!! I BET THAT’S NOT EVEN YOUR REAL NAME!! I HOPE U THINK ABOUT WHAT U DID WHEN U GO BACK HOME YOUNG MAN” ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

you are a BIG MAD

like??? who does this kid think he is???

you dont really bother talking to him much after that :///

but also ,, you hate yourself bc you’re still so ATTRACTED to him??? and u don’t even know why??? like bad personalities are such a turn off why ,,???

hmph

ANYWAY

so it’s a saturday night ,,

u know what that means…

party @ byounggon’s place ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bc what’s a bullet point au w out a party am i right???

basically, gon’s parents were on vacation for the weekend, so he took the chance to have the party of the year

and after the stress of exam season, you’re ready to get SMACKED

lmao i do not support underage drinking kids!

uhhh anyway

this is your first party in a ,, while

so you dress yourself up in a red mini dress and some platform heels and strut your hot ass to gon’s house ;)

by the time you walked up to the house,, it was a full fledged RAGER 😤

so like one second,,, you’re just chilling, shaking your hips to some britney spears

and the next thing you know!! you’re downing your fifth shot of the night

“GON I THIBJK IM GONNA THROW UP”

gon: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

the next thing u know you’re in the bathroom bent over the toilet

(;´д｀)

thankfully,,, you don’t puke

but you do drink atleast five bottles of water and take a power nap on gon’s shoulder

anyway ,,, by the the time you’ve slightly sobered up, you realize your head kinda hurts and the party is still going strong but u promised gon you’d stay to clean up soooo

you end up going upstairs to NAP (ᵔᴥᵔ)

but when you open the door to the guest room at the end of the hall,,,

you just HAPPEN to see hun already there on the bed scrolling through his phone

＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

this man rlly just knows how to push ur buttons huh

if you weren’t so tired maybe you would’ve taken the time to appreciate the way his leather jacket complimented his broad shoulders

like not 2 be rude but this bich looked hella good

but also ur tired :///

“what are YOU doing here”

hun finally looks up and notices you standing in the doorway

and he doesn’t say anything for a while

just kinda stares at you

and it takes you a while to realize that he’s lowkey checking you out

you wouldn’t admit it, but the way his eyes glazed over your form made a pit form in your stomach

finally he locks eyes with yours

“what do you mean what am I doing here, what are YOU doing here?”

he smirks and gets off the bed to step closer to you

“i WANTED to take a NAP but you just HAD to take the only room that doesn’t have people FUCKING” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“well it’s not my fault you can’t handle your alcohol”

this BITCH

“can you PLEASE just leave”

“no”

you let out a sigh of frustration and square your hands on your hips

“why do you hate me so much”

“i never said i hated you”

“well the way you act sure makes it seem like you do” you huff

hun cocks his head a little and steps closer to you

suddenly, it seems like the idea of personal space is almost nonexistant

you look up at him

and u notice the way his hooded eyes rest on your lips

and how the air around you both has suddenly gotten heavier

and you feel your body heating up

and you realize that maybe,,, you’re not so tired anymore

“well how about i prove to you that i don’t”

hun’s voice has reached a whisper, his lips only centimeters from yours

and suddenly he’s kissing you

and you’re kissing back

perhaps it’s because you’re not completely sober that you don’t notice the way his touch burns your hip

and if you do, you ignore it

the softness of his lips against yours almost makes you feel drunk again

and the next thing you know, he’s taking off your shirt, hands finding their way to the curve of your waist

as your lips make their way down his neck, you allow yourself to do the same to him

( you wish you didn’t do that )

because as you push his shirtless body against the bed, you can’t help but notice the cursive scrawl lining his right hip

and in that moment, it feels as if you’ve never been more sober in your life

you’re frozen, eyes resting on his hip

and maybe hun, or should we now say seunghun, is not as sober as he seems, considering it takes him a while to track down the path of your eyes

and when he finally does, his heart drops in his chest

he reaches out to grasp some part, any part, of you

but you flinch away

“y/n…. this isn’t what you think it is”

his eyes are pleading you to stay and listen to him

you let out a harsh laugh

“no, no this is EXACTLY what i think it is”

“y/n please don’t -“

and suddenly you’re untangling yourself from the bed sheets, haphazardly throwing your shirt on and slamming the door behind you

and in that moment you realize that maybe soulmates aren’t as perfect as the world makes them out to be

so the rest of the weekend is spent in your bed,,, wrapped up in ur sheets like a burrito

you don’t really cry much

you’re just ,,, confused

having the idea that your soulmate knew you were his soulmate but never told you, and better yet, acts like he hates you??

(◞‸◟)

yedam: y/n, why have u been laying in bed all day (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

you: ;w;

and as much as dammie wants to talk to you, he has more emotional intelligence than most guys his age (or guys in general tbh)

so he pats your back, makes two bags of popcorn, puts kimi no na wa on his laptop and gets under the covers beside you

it isn’t until the end of the movie when the last of your tears have dried on your face that you look up at him with puffy eyes

“dammie, i found my soulmate”

yedam: Σ('◉⌓◉’)

“it’s not that big of a deal… i don’t think he wants me anyway”

by the time you reach the end of the sentence, your voice falls into a whisper

perhaps you would like to believe seunghun wanted you

but some things don’t turn out the way we believe

“why would u say that” yedam looks down at you, brows furrowed in worry

“uhh, i mean -“

“WAIT … who even is your soulmate??”

you:👀🍵

“it’s … hun”

“W H A T”

and that, my friends, is how yedam realized u can’t trust people in this world :/

so it’s monday

and as you brush your teeth, you can’t help but feel uneasy knowing that you could possibly see seunghun today

thankfully you don’t

but when it’s finally nighttime and you’re making your way under your covers ,,,

unknown: y/n, open your window

unknown: i’m outside and it’s cold

unknown: this is seunghun btw…

you on the outside: what the FUCK

you on the inside: i’m literally wearing basketball shorts how am i supposed to see my soulmate like this (O_O)

and when you pull back your curtains and open your window, you are met with none other than kim seunghun barreling into your room

“how long were you out there??” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

“uhhh maybe an hour or so” m(._.)m

and perhaps it’s the motherly side of you that decides to pull his face down and cup his cheeks in your hands in an attempt to warm him up

and you don’t really notice how close you’ve gotten to him until you look down and realize his lips are only centimeters from yours

but when seunghun’s lips form into a little smirk at your obviously flustered state, you quickly retract your hands

“i’m sorry…”

you don’t really make a move to respond to seunghun, choosing to stare at the floor instead

“I know what i did was stupid … and i should have told you from the start… but i’ve had bad experiences in the past with soulmates and i didn’t know if -“

“that doesn’t matter, you should have just told me that you didn’t want me in the first place instead of making me feel this way”

you’re a bit pissed off now

that this dude thinks he has the right to act like that and then barge into your room??

but when you take the time to look up at him

his eyes have softened

and he moves a step closer to you

“i do want you though”

… “ w h a t “

“then why have you acted so rude to me?? when you obviously knew i was your soulmate from the start, why did you hide it??”

now seunghun is the one looking down at his hands

and he looks so defeated, before he opens his mouth

“i’m scared”

you look up at him, but he’s still looking down at his hands

“my dad rejected my mom when he found out they were soulmates. i don’t think … he wanted to deal with the commitment of having a soulmate. he thought they were stupid. so he rejected her and he went off to do whatever the hell he’s doing right now. he went off and he abandoned my mom with two year old me and we haven’t heard from him since.”

a single tear drops from his eyes

and you move a step closer and wrap your arms around him

he’s frozen for a second but he hugs you back

and you both stay there for a while, you rubbing his back in an attempt to calm him down

“i won’t ever leave you seunghun”

he pulls back

and despite his red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, he cups your face with his cold finger tips and kisses you

and you kiss him back

#ITS BEEN TOO LONG #oof #enjoy my loves!!!#also zeen if ur reading this I lov u #kim seunghun #seunghun #kim seunghun imagine #seunghun imagine #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenarios #yg treasure box imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #ygtb #yg treasure box

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orbanrone · 5 years

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something about my life

Hello, there.

I haven’t told y’all what I’ve been up to all this while. So uhh I’ve been working as an Admin Clerk at a tuition school and also a part-time Tutor there so I’d get some income on the side.

TBH, I just wanna talk about my tutor job here because it’s the more interesting one out of the two. Plus, you guys could probably figure out what I do for the first job.

Alright. Where do I begin? I took up the teaching gig in July. (Yup, let’s just say that’s a good head start lol) At first, it was supposed to be a one-time stint as a substitute tutor for an English Year 6 class in the first week of that month. Their teacher cancelled so I stepped up to the plate and went for it. I mean, it’s English - one of my favourite subjects - and it’s primary school level which makes it all the more convenient for me. I taught the class and everything went fine - sort of. Well, it can be hard to tame kids but nothing out of the ordinary. Oh wait, no, there was this boy who talked in falsetto for reasons I don’t know. (NANI TF?? CREEPY!) Right, other than that, it was a normal lesson with noisy kids.

A few days later, news came that their teacher decided to quit due to personal reasons. Two of the tuition school’s tutors and I happened to just talk about it shortly after we found out. I was actually just saying casually that I was willing to fill in as a teacher temporarily while the school searched for an actual replacement. Yet, somehow the conversation gradually steered its way towards my taking the job up completely. My correspondents in the conversation were pretty good at convincing me to do so. However, I still didn’t have the courage to directly approach the higher-ups regarding the matter. HAHAH. Hence, I thought nahh maybe I’m not gonna do it after all. That’s what I thought until I got a text from the school’s Supervisor (dunno what’s her actual position but I was told it’s that. I would’ve called it something else but who am I to do so? haha.) offering me the teaching position. Apparently, she asked one of the two tutors I spoke with last time to be the replacement but the tutor turned it down and actually insisted that I take it instead. LOL. Funny, he did tell me a couple of times he already told the higher-ranking staff about my interest in the teaching position but I didn’t think they would comply with him. In the end, I said yes and that was how I got the job.

Okay, I think I will end my story here for now. I intended on writing about my students but I feel like this is too long already so I might put up a part two soon (I HOPE).

I guess this is where I bid you good bye!

#story #life #job #teacher #tutor

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minchase-ingclouds · 5 years

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𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ｌｅｆｔ, 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎

╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ chae hyungwon. 25 he/him. have you seen charles “chase” min? they used to be so +confident before their heart got broken. now they just seem to be very -timid. i think it had something to do with (tw: abuse) his sugar mama emotionally/physically abusing him, but who knows how accurate that is. i know, we should get them hair dye to help cheer them up! maybe then they’ll start acting like fairy floss and cherry blossoms blooming.

basics

name: charles min

nicknames: chase, whatever nicknames his sister gives him, rosir (his sTriPPEr NamE)

age: 25

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: heterosexual (he thinks) ((but is actually bisexual)) (((he’s confused ok)))

tldr

traumatic childhood backstory etc in the bio below so if ur here from dee’s intro on ciel then jump down there hey

anyway bc of the traumatic childhood backstory, chase and his little sister ciel moved out when he turned 18 and she was 14/15ish

long story short he became a stripper to support them

when he was about 20, he met tiffany, a rich business woman who frequented his strip club because she thought he was stunning and had seen him on a night out with the girls

she wasn’t that old, maybe 7 or 8 years older than him, and approached him one night asking for a private session where she then asked if she could take him out on a proper date

they dated for a while and she became his sugar mama, asking him for sexual favours but paying for pretty much everything, EVERYTHING he wanted and even offering to pay for things for his little sister too (she was stubborn and refused tho)

only a few months ago, tiffany had an STI scare and insisted it must be chase’s fault bc - you’re a stripper, you’re a whore, i bet you cheated on me - and when he told her that no, he’d been loyal, and if she had cheated on him and had this scare then he thought they could work through it and stay together, she continued to grow more agitated and (tw:abuse) started to throw things and hit him

when his little sister found him in their lavish penthouse (courtesy of tiffany, ofc) he was covered in bruises and cuts

together, they decided to move to palm springs to a shitty little apartment since chase was done with tiffany, wasn’t going to use her credit card ever again or even speak to her again and now we’re here, his arm’s just healed after being broken but his heart still hurts and he kinda misses tiffany - after all, they were together for four years

bio

born in new york, new york, chase was a curse to his father from pretty much the moment he was born; with his mother dying in childbirth, his father had a love/hate relationship with him, since he reminded him so much of the wife he so loved but was also the very reason she was gone

when he was 4 his father remarried a woman named stacy who was pregnant with a little girl ( @cielmins )

speaking of ciel! if you are here because you were redirected by dee (thanks for palming this bit off to me btw sweetheart) then buckle up kiddos, cus we’re about to go for a RIDE

stacy was never all that nice to him, mostly put up with him because she loved his father, gerald or some other basic dude name

of course, stacy absolutely ADORED ciel, since she was her actual daughter, but chase never resented ciel - in fact, quite the opposite, since he adored her even more than their parents did

yes, chase is literally the most doting big brother that could ever exist, would move mountains for his baby sister if she asked (she would never ask because she’d figure out how to move the mountain herself), but that doesn’t stop the pair from being literally The Worst™ to each other and general public nuisances of the meme variety

side note - although nobody ever told ciel that she and chase aren’t related and are just step-siblings, she has a big brain and figured it out eventually (chase couldn’t be prouder of his genius little sister, although the difference in their ethnicities was probably the biggest tip off)

home life was not so great - stacy was constantly feeling undermined by gerald’s first wife, knowing he would always love her just that little bit more, and the more insecure she felt, the more she’d take it out on chase, and the meaner she was to chase, the more distant gerald was towards her and to ciel. it was kind of a cycle.

just before chase’s 18th birthday, ciel pointed out that they could run away, just the two of them, and take care of each other like they always do. her big brain pointed out that as an 18 year old, he could be her legal guardian

so, at 14ish (maybe 15? idk how old ciel is tbh) and 18, the pair moved out

when it became apparent that they weren’t coming back, stacy and gerald said fuck it, got a divorce since they were really only together for the kids at that point anyway, and ciel and chase were pretty much independent from then on

he and ciel even adopted a kitty named mayonnaise britney spears min - but you can call her may for short

as two teenagers they uhhh weren’t so great in the funds department and chase took it upon himself to provide for them so that ciel could focus on her studies - sacrificing his own education, he put himself through odd jobs here and there until one day shortly after his 19th he was approached by someone who told him he’d be great at ‘twilight modelling’

turns out by ‘twilight modelling’ they meant hhhh stripping

well, one look at ciel’s immaculate report card and the pleased twinkle in her eyes when she started talking about scholarships and college and stuff, chase was absolutely fuckin gone and knew he’d do anything to keep that look on his baby sister’s face so - hoo boy, here we go, ya boi turned to stripping

it actually took him a while to let ciel know, he told her he was, well, twilight modelling because he didn’t want her to know, but when she did eventually find out about one and a half years later, she help him come up with his rad stripper name - Rosir, because it’s french for ‘pink sky’ which matches ciel’s name, but also ‘the colour you turn when you’re embarrassed’, which suits him

a year into stripping, he meets tiffanny, and yk, all that stuff in the tldr, she pays for all his loans, buys him all his fancy designer brands, gives him plenty of allowance (which ya boi saves cus he’s not an idiot), even buys him a car and opens up her penthouse for the two of them

of course, when shit hits the fan, he has to give up his fancy car and leave the penthouse with ciel, now the two of them live in a shitty little apartment in palm springs because he doesn’t want to blow al their savings and since his arm was kinda uhhhh broken after the ordeal, he’s only just been able to get back into stripping (since he stil isn’t qualified for anything)

(tw:emotional abuse) before he started dating tiffany, he was pretty sure he was bisexual. tiffany had him confused for years because she told him that liking it up the ass didn’t mean he was gay and he could enjoy bottoming for a woman without being bisexual; he was totally straight, she would insist, and he started to believe that and to this day he struggles with whether or not he’s straight or bisexual because he knows he finds men attractive, but he isn’t sure if he would date one --> this was a form of emotional abuse that went on for literal YEARS

(tw:emotional abuse) should i mention that tiffany was kinda lowkey the worst and also tried to convince him to stop being a stripper several times? things like “you don’t have to strip, you’re basically my personal prostitute baby” and “you don’t need an education, i’ll always be here to provide for you, you’re all mine baby boy” and when she’s mad uhhh “you’re my little whore, got it? no one else’s” so............. yh let’s just say ciel wasn’t a fan but chase, well, he was blinded by those hearts in his eyes

but don’t feel too bad for him! chase actually kinda likes stripping now, thinks it’s made him feel much more confident with himself and his body, having always felt maybe he was too gangly and thin and awkward, and he likes the feeling he gets when people can’t take their eyes off of him

despite the fact that he’s a stripper, he’s actually real sweet and innocent. has only had sex with tiffany, has never even kissed a guy and hasn’t even really kissed many other girls except for a few awkward dates he’s had here and there - most he’s done is private dances for paying customers

anddddddddd now that he’s been saving, and is finally free of tiffany and of his shit ass parents, with encouragement from ciel, ya boi has finally, finally started college

it’s a little scary since he’s older than most of the people in his classes, but he’s studying to become a kindegarten teacher and cannot wait for the day that he can hang up his lacy black garters and pick up a whiteboard marker

so, still stripping and working part-time as a waiter to pay the bills, chase is starting a new chapter of his life (signified by his brand new pink hair, courtesy of ciel), and whilst he doesn’t know what the future has in store for him, he’s ready to face it with a big smile and with his baby sister (aka his favourite person in the whole wide world) by his side

wanted connections

well hello beautiful people! if you’re still here, i must say, i’m rather impressed, so without further ado let’s get into this

ride or die best friend - chase only met this binch after moving to palm springs, but they happened to see him entering the strip club and figured out he worked there and, uhh, with persistence and a promise not to tell anyone, they became great friends and probably visit his shitty apartment to play with may and piss off ciel all the time

classmates - everyone needs a study buddy! if u got an ugli in college, throw em his way

gay awakening - now, chase isn’t necessarily going to date this person or even develop feelings, but as a beautiful man he’s going to turn chase’s sexuality upside down and cement his suspicions that yes, he is bisexual no matter what tiffany said (taken: moon jisoo)

honestly open to anything! hmu if you have any plots you’d like to chuck at him or any you’d like to fulfil <3

signing off for now,

yours faithfully

mich

#tsunamintro #bio

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peachyjie · 6 years

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Slytherin’s Pride || Zhu Zheng Ting

A/N : I feel like I’ve murdered too many already with Royals and Diamonds, so I decided to do one request and let you all freshen up before the next one. Tbh, I also don’t know if this is good enough to be posted or not? But hey, requested by a lovely anon (kinda of a spin-off of Minus 20?)

Pairing : Zhu Zheng Ting - Reader

Genre : semi!fluff + angst I kinda suck this time, sorry

Wc : 5.1K+

Summary : A date went well, both are curious where everything will leads on right? But none expected the sudden downfall that comes with it

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It was always a hustle for students when morning came. Some are usually the diligent on-time type, whilst the other are usually the lazy late arse type. The Slytherin are usually the well known to be the spiffiest and too on-time one out of all houses, aside of being too cunning and ambitious speaking frankly. It was almost like a daily routine, to go in before the bell rang and to go out after everything is finished perfectly. Like a pride, you cherish this as a fellow Slytherin also.

Hence, when breakfast came. It wasn’t an odd sight to see all the Slytherin packed their table, doing their own routine on being fed or just planning to kill. Peaceful and beautiful, perfect like how they would like it.

Justin and Linkai couldn’t help but stare at you when you leave out another sigh from your lips. Their hand movement stops its way from feeding their eggs and bacon, they eyed each other curiously. Linkai mouthed a What which Justin replied with a How would I know

Soon, both of their eyes followed your direction, automatically knowing which house and who you are boring your eyes on. Another sigh left your lips

Zhu Zheng Ting, the Hufflepuff.

“You’re so whipped for him”, Linkai said as he cuts another bite of his scrambled eggs. You snapped your gaze towards the male in boredom. “Basically, the whole Slytherin already know that”, you stated matter-of-factly as Linkai rolled his eyes and stabs another bite of his breakfast.

“Aren’t you and him like—you know, together?”, Justin questioned. Yanjun who was sitting beside you scoffed at his statement. “That bumblebee over there seems to find the pleasure of trailing on our Slytherin Princess to abyss”, he said as he took a sip of his water.

“Shut it, Lin”, you said. “It’s the fact, love. You only went on one date with him and hang on the dream whether if one day he will make the us official or not”, Yanjun spat out. You slammed your hand on the dining table as you abruptly stood up, the loud bam coursed through the room giving people a good amount of shock in the morning. All went silent as their eyes are on the Slytherin’s.

“I said shut it, Lin”, you hissed out as you paid no mind on how much attention you were getting. “Whatever I am doing nor paths I am taking, it has no correlation on your bloody self.”, with a glare you took your belongings and went out of the dining room, with a slam on the door also.

Justin was frozen enough to leave his mouth hanging by the sudden drama that unfolded, Linkai stared at the prefect in amusement. “That’s not how you win a woman’s heart, lover boy”, he said to Yanjun before running out to catch up with you.

Yanjun only sighed defeatedly, his eyes started to wander in hope to forget the chaos that unfolds. Who knew his busy mind guided him to the table lines of the Hufflepuff, his eyes locked on their prefect. Ziyi had his hand rested on the table, as it became a support for his head for his leaning body. He smirked at Yanjun’s direction, a clear sign saying You screwed up big time, sucks to be you

“This is an interesting morning watch, don’t you think”, Xukun bribed in. Ziyi chuckled a little, oh how he finds pure joy on your ego going against your own prefect.

“She’s in Slytherin for a reason”, he said. Ziyi would always be prideful knowing you’re his sister, despite being the polar opposite of him. He wanders his eyes towards the beater who sat in front of him, his eyes skimming on his book.

“Zhu”, he called making the other snapped back. “What’s your next plan?”, he asked. Zhengting stared at his prefect in confusion. “What plan? Our game plan?”, he said idiotically.

“No, you and my sister”, he hints out. Zhengting quickly shrugs it off and ignored the question, going back to his book. But before he could even read the next paragraph, Ziyi snatched it out of his grasp and held it up.

“Wang”, Zhengting said in a warning. “I am your prefect. Spill”, Ziyi said as his arm still dangle high with the latter’s book. Zhengting scoffed at the childish games and stood up gathering his belongings. Slamming the books hard on the table, he stared at Ziyi.

“Nothing”, he said. “What do you mean by nothing, Zhu?”, Ziyi questioned as he furrowed his eyebrows. “I won’t do anything to proceed this thing with your sister, Wang”, Zhengting said.

“You like my sister, I didn’t set both of you up for nothing!”, the amount of disbelief in Ziyi’s tone was very much obvious, but who knew what runs in the beater’s mind.

“I liked her, Wang. I have my phase”, he said. Zhengting reached out to take his book out of Ziyi’s grasp and puts it on the other piles for class. “I’m heading out first”, he brushed off and soon walked towards his own way, leaving Ziyi in his own trance of confusion

It was more than a usual routine to have people ogling at you and Ziyi walking side by side. No, not because he’s his house prefect or the fact he’s now the seeker in his house’s Quidditch team. But the fact you’re siblings that’s different from one another, the polar-opposite of one another.

A Hufflepuff brother and a Slytherin sister, such sight. It was quite a show when you walked into Hogwarts all Slytherin material rather than smiling innocently like your brother. It intimidates people despite it was your first time coming in, and Ziyi couldn’t even bother protecting you knowing you’re too capable to let people boss you around.

“Hmmm, you’re too nice taking the time to watch me practice. Or is there a hidden intention, dear sister?”, Ziyi teased you as he tried to poke your side. You scoffed and swat his hands away from making any contact with you.

The green robe being a dark contrast towards your brother’s uniform. It wasn’t a question to why heads are suddenly turned around to both of your direction. But none of you paid any minds to it, because both of you are just that ignorant.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ziyi”, you said. He smiled and ruffled your hair in advance, laughing when you glared at hi, for messing your styled hair. “So, how are you with Zhengting?”, you stopped your track when the question was thrown towards you. Ziyi stared at your shadow stopping itself from following him to the fields.

“I—“, you started finding it odd on how the answer it not coming out. Ziyi held onto your wrist, his eyes glance towards you in a second to notice any changes. “I don’t know, it’s complicated”, you finally said. Ziyi hummed in acknowledgement, he swung his hand around your shoulder. Affectionately he smiled at you, the usual smile that would say It’s fine, it’ll work out or so.

“He’ll come over”, Ziyi said. You felt the sudden burst of fresh air when you entered the field, who would expect your eyes would be locked automatically with the lovable beater.

It’s amazing how you could still play along on his lure despite the unknown trails he’s giving you. To even try to understand Zhengting right now would be harder than a master level sudoku, because right now Zhengting is the most unpredictable person you will ever know. You sighed, giving up to even say a small hi towards him

Zhengting swore he must’ve looked like those lovestruck dummies right now. He could’ve played it all cool and casual, but no. He just had to stare at your figure the moment he sees you from the far distant. And to make it more douche, he had to throw his face away when you greeted him.

Nice move, Zhu. You totally got it

This is sometimes the moment he wished he could just throw himself off the astronomy tower and go to an endless slumber. “Hey Ting”, Zhengting jumped on the sudden voice. He gulped nervously noticing you were pretty much in a closer range to him. Ziyi was at the back, staring and judging him.

“Y-Yes?”, oh great very smooth stuttering there Zhengting. Without even noticing, you gave him a small smile. Despite your hate towards smiling to people, giving it to this Hufflepuff was far easier than ever. And Zhengting himself love your smile, the small twinkle in your eyes gives out another of your hidden color that only he can see.

“Want to go stargazing tonight?”, you asked slightly hopeful. He felt his hand getting clammy, nervous as butterflies runs up his system. “I—uhhh, I—umm”, he choked out.

“He would love to”, Ziyi said interfering the whole process. It was horrid enough to see you awkwardly standing near the flustered bee, but it was more of a horror story to see Zhengting flushed and almost dying with his jaw hung open on forgetting what an alphabet is.

You jumped a little on your toes, a habit Zhengting noticed whenever you’re giddy. “So—uhh, see you then”, and you dashes out not knowing how long did Zhengting had his eyes lingered at your retreating figure.

“Sure, Zhu. You liked her”, Ziyi stated playfully, nudging the beater.

“Shut it, Wang”

*****

“Will you stop grinning, you look like a bloody Cheshire cat right now”, Justin hissed out. You snapped out from your trance and grumbled at the yellow-head. Linkai raised his eyebrow at you in confusion, then the thought settled in his mind.

“Don’t tell me you have another date with that bumblebee?”

If you knew studying in the common room would’ve been a better idea than being kicked out of the library, you wouldn’t have bothered suggesting studying there. Linkai snorted when the library door slammed tightly with a glaring Madam Irma in sight.

“I should put a spell on you whenever we’re using the library, Huang”, you hissed out

“Well lookie, we managed to stay for an hour. A new record”, said Linkai impressed. Justin cackled on the sight, and he couldn’t necessarily blame himself for having a voice like a crow.

Linkai stared at you knowingly, the smirk prominent on his face. “So, princess. When’s the date?”, he asked playfully. “You’re really whipped for him”, Justin pointed out. You rolled your eyes from their taunts and only made your way to where you’re supposed to be

The moon was full, shining brighter than the stars who’s present. The small steps between your soles and the cold ground give out a small ASMR. It wasn’t a first for you and him to spend time together, the tower is usually your hideout. I know, typical Malfoy? Probably

But you could say both of you like the peace it provided, because not much people care about coming there anyways. And the fact that both of you doesn’t enjoy the attention too much, hence it’s the perfect place to have a one to one moment.

When you reached the steps, you could see his silhouette already. You had to take all your will to not jump on him in fear of losing your balance and waking up with amnesia the next morning. But you couldn’t just ignore the butterflies and mushy feeling inside of you anyways.

Zhengting smiled when he saw you, his arms opened wide to welcome you. This was usual, so you only jumped into his embrace without even thinking much. He laughed seeing you all snuggled up in his warmth, the vibration of his laugh could be felt on his chest. You simply enjoyed this moment.

It was only silence mostly, but not those awkward silence which made you want to jump off the tower itself and get amnesia. He made you rest on his lap as both of you sat on the ground, with an excuse of “I forgot to bring the blanket, this should keep us warm”. But you know better of this bee’s antics. And you are not complaining on the sudden affection.

You hummed in satisfaction when you felt his fingers laced itself on your hair, leaning your back more towards him in the process. He smiled at your clinginess, who would know a fellow Slytherin would be this soft with a Hufflepuff.

“Hey”, you called him off softly. He hummed as he stared at you. “What are we?”, you asked. You felt him going rigid abruptly, as if the sudden question was to choose who do you like more, your dad or mom or such.

“Why are you asking this?”, he asked back. He stared down at you, entranced by your own dark orbs. “What are we, Ting?”, you asked again. Your tone was more to pester the truth out of him, and he knows it.

Zhengting obviously didn’t want to answer the sudden question, so he simply leads to another one of his spell in hope you won’t question him in such question.

You felt burst of fireworks when his lips suddenly met yours, it was also your favorite moment whenever you’re with him. Gosh, you need to keep track on what do you even like about him. When he pulled back, you noticed the sudden relief that’s prominent in his facial.

“Ting”, you called out to him wanting the warmth back.

Zhengting didn’t know what got into him, but he was sure he would get the douchebag award in Hogwarts right now. Because instead of replying to your pleads on wanting him, he only stood up and brushed you off.

“Stop asking me nonsense”, he said turning his back on you. “It’s late, Y/N. Get some rest”, and he was gone leaving you on the ground alone and cold.

This never happened, never. This wasn’t your first time also being alone with Zhengting in this kind of one on one situation. Both of you would spend countless hour hiding here, talking about nonsense or rant about practice or school. Anything.

But how was it possible all of those lulls suddenly plummeted into nothingness, because for the first time in your Slytherin’s life. You felt hurt, the heartbreak.

Ziyi was the first one who found you lifelessly walking down the packed hallway. He knew something wasn’t up. “Did you broke up with him or something?”, he asked suddenly.

You only stared at your brother, eyes shaking. “Are—I’m hanging on hope for him to ask us to be official, how is it logical enough to asked if we are okay or not?”, Ziyi noticed the brokenness in your voice. He didn’t do much as he swung his arms around you and hid you in his embrace.

“It’ll work out”, he whispered. Despite the hallway was packed by students running for class, some even stared at the view of him and you on the sudden affection. Ziyi finds his eyes easily wanders and locks itself easily at the male.

You whimpered in his statement and he shushed you. “It’ll work out, believe me”, he said as he stared hard at Zhengting who’s busy being lost in your vulnerable state.

*****

You tried to pay attention in class, potions is always your favorite subject in Hogwarts. You’re even specialized in it, making you the most prized student of the professor himself. But this time, your eyes would always wanders to the backside of the figure who sits in front of you.

Boring your gaze on him, you wouldn’t be surprised if he suddenly turned around and hissed at you to stop or something.

It’s funny to see how a 2 month progress would plummet itself on the drain in just a second. You thought you and him would work out, but is it possible to say that you’re working out?

Bloody sake, you’re not even dating him officially. Yanjun was right, you were hanging on endless hope for him to come to you and one day asked you to be his. And you thought the time would come, especially the fact that both of you are always pulled to one another.

2 months ago was your first date with him. Hogsmeade, simple and classic. Despite it was also because of your brother, who would knew both of you hit it off quickly. Hence, one date becomes another sprouts. The fact that both of you could talk mindlessly about everything until the day was over is amazing, you never felt more in cloud 9.

The warm fuzzy feeling always comes around whenever you thought about your first meeting with him. You’ve known Zhengting since your second year due to your brother implying he had what it takes to be in the Quidditch team, and so far you only see him as a small bumblebee.

Yet you fell for him anyways. When he walked you back to your common room, he was shaking. It was a cute sight, very cute. But he still have the courage to pull you down on a kiss, flustered when he pulled back as he wishes you a shy goodnight and ran back to his common room.

Who would knew that the next day, he would find courage to stop you from getting to your class. Stuttering the offer on a sudden date in the astronomy tower at night, the second date. You were far than willing to say yes, and then it sprouted.

He knows you like him, and you know he likes you. Its simple, just like that to be honest. 2 months, and he hadn’t ask you to be his completely. You’re not complaining on the fact he didn’t ask you out officially, you respected if he wants to take time.

Having him near you was more than enough. You didn’t mind being in a hazy reality as long you could still spend time with him. Whenever people ask you what you were to him, you would always stop to think before brushing it off saying “We’re just friend”

“Friends doesn’t do things a couple do”, and they’re right.

The amount of skinship both of you showed was countless. Fingers interlaced to one another, butterflies which would burst every time you see one another, to the hugs that are exchanged in random times. Then it evolved to kisses, from small pecks to needy one to the most affectionate ones that would take your breaths and conscious away from reality. Bloody hell, you even sacrificed supporting the Hufflepuff more than your own house whenever there’s a game.

Friends doesn’t do this, then what are you and him?

“What do you like about me?”, you asked him once. It was one of the so called hang out which ended up being a cuddle fest. He was having the time of his life as he rest his head on your lap, your hand mindlessly hooking his dark locks.

He hummed, a smile in place making you giggled softly.

“Your ego”, he said shortly. You laughed at his answer and he stared at you offended.

“When you came to Hogwarts in your first year, I already knew who you were.”, he said. “Because my brother is the star?”, you questioned

“That also, but also another reason.”, he said. He finds his hand to yours, slowly interlacing them as he played around with your slim ones. “When you were getting sorted, I would never forget the smug look on your face. You stride in confident as ever, pride in your heart like a true Slytherin”, he said feeling himself bloom as he talk more about you.

“The fact you could manage everything without any problem, you intrigued me already for a long time”, he said

“And when you stood up for your brother, sacrificing your house in the process. You were so un-moved, probably since then I started falling for you and kind of asked you out on a date?”, he sincerely ended staring at your eyes. You gave him a small smile and hummed in content at his answer.

He didn’t need to do much to make you smile or laugh or flattered until you melt. Simply he pulled you down and locks his lips on yours, that was enough to send you away. He smiled in the kiss, sensing the love struck in both of you. Pure bliss.

Since then, you had the thought that it will work out

But why does it seems like everything is a burden to him? All Hogwarts probably think you’re his girl, even the teachers also. Sure, there wasn’t much of a Hufflepuff-Slytherin boyfriend girlfriend whatsoever, it’s a rare sight. He doesn’t seem burdened when he’s around you, he still greets you with his usual smile that would melt you, show affection that he knew you like and he enjoyed on giving, ask you out on random meet up as an excuse to get you on a date with him.

He’s pushing you away. Every single time when you try to ask him about us, he would go rigid and soon turn cold. It was as if he doesn’t want this when he does. He brushed it off saying your un-identified relationship is far than enough.

“Are you sure you want to continue that path around him?”, Linkai asked as class was over. Great, now you had to find a way to get the notes when your mind was in their own fanfic stories. Linkai took some of your book in his arm, knowing some of them are too heavy to be carried for a long period anyways.

You stared at Zhengting’s retreating figure from class. He would usually wait for you and ask you out to get lunch together, but sometimes he would ignore your whole existence. You would wonder how did you even cope up with his sudden mood-swings.

“I don’t know anymore, Kai”, you said. Linkai sensing your low mood, hummed and ruffled your hair. “It’s okay, plenty of fishes in the sea”, he said before he dragged you out to the dining hall to get lunch.

To say your relationship with Zhengting was more than a ride is more than an understatement. The fact you tried to find the end of your endless rope of hope, sometimes you wanted to give up. Most of the times, you decided it was better to hold onto that hope in case some things changes.

Oh, it changes all right. A drastic one.

You didn’t know what luck got you into you when you entered the dining hall. Amused, by the fact you saw your brother hissing out at the Slytherin’s prefect. Irk, by the fact Yanjun dared point out his wand towards your brother and Zhengting. Hurt, by the words exchange on their bickering.

“Whatever runs down my sister is not your bloody business, Lin”, Ziyi snapped at Yanjun. Yanjun being him could only snapped more on the sudden press.

“I am not sitting down to see the Slytherin dies down just because of that bee playing around with her feelings”, he hissed out directing it towards Zhengting. Linkai stared at you, noticing how your hand is in your sleeves ready to take out your own wand.

“Stop interfering with my life, Lin. I won’t mind hurting you, despite knowing I am a Hufflepuff”, Zhengting said calmly. Yanjun’s eyes flickers towards the beater in fury. “What are your games, Ting? Where are you bribing her?”, he hissed out.

“We have nothing going on”, Zhengting pressed on. “That phase, it’s over”, and he went to grab Ziyi. Ziyi eyes flickers it ways towards your figure, frozen than ever. Zhengting felt his breath hitched, he knew you heard all of it.

You walked to your side of the table, slowly passing Zhengting. When you put all of your belongings on the table, you tugged on his robe. His eyes snaps towards you.

No sign of anger or hurt, nothing. You only gave him a soft smile, but this time the smile didn’t reach up to let him see the sparks.

“I’ll see you under the stars again, tonight”, and Zhengting never felt the urge to kiss you right there, right now.

*****

It was always your favorite place. To learn about the constellations, the history behind it, the peace that let you let loose. A secret haven for you to be safe, with him.

When you arrived on the tower, you saw him immediately. This time there was no usual hugs or warmth, he only stared at you in coldness and longing. Where had time gone, those sappy cliché romance that turned into pure confusion.

“We should stop”, was the first sentence he said. There was no ‘Hi’ or ‘Snuggle up with me, I’m a needy bumblebee’. You stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say nor reply to his statement.

What is there to stop?

“It’s not working out, I tried to make it work”, he said. You couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle, ironically for him to point out.

“It’s odd to see you point something we don’t even have from the start”, you said almost in a whisper. “What are you trying to stop, Ting?”, you asked him.

He didn’t look to your eyes like he would do usually. This time he quivers on your sight, the intensity was too much for him to bear. He didn’t know, it was all in head. He never knew where everything had gone wrong, and the fact you’re not his should’ve made things easier to let go, to end.

“This, this whole wanting to be us thing. I’m sorry”, he said. You hummed, taking a breath to let it sets in. Words by words all coming out from him, finally clarifying what it truly means to be stuck with him completely for 2 months straight.

He’s right, both of you are nothing but an experiment gone wrong.

“What made you?”, Zhengting snapped his head at you. The first eye-contact, and you hate how much it made you warm inside. “What pushes you to end this, thinking it might not work?”, you asked. The suspense that been pent up inside of you are slowly flowing out. Like a broken dam, you couldn’t take it.

Zhengting was an idiot, he could’ve just ended things quickly before it collapsed. Yet he didn’t, he was selfish enough to murder both of you due to his on selfishness. He knows it’s already killing you enough to see him end something that didn’t even have a prologue to start with. He’s an idiot, a dumb idiot.

He knew both of you are too head over heels to one another, but why does it seems so hard for him to simply confess and start something new? Was it the fact of he was? A Hufflepuff who seems so low in the other’s eyes luring in a Slytherin’s Princess that everyone adore?

He didn’t know when it started, probably on the 2nd week after your first date with him. Still fresh and struck in love, he thought nothing could stop both of you from blooming. But he forgot, the status matters. Many times he would be pushed as a low-life sucking his way up the rank by using you, or hearing you’re weak to fall for a fellow Hufflepuff.

“We’re too different”, he said. “A Hufflepuff with a Slytherin, it doesn’t fit. You deserved better”, you smiled at his answer. You fell for an idiot, an idiot who’s as crazy enough to fall for you yet doesn’t want to admit it.

“You’re saying because of who we are, that’s your reason”, you said. “Ting, I don’t care about whatsoever you are. That doesn’t matter, I like you for who you are—”

“No, it’s not”, he said. He was broken, he was done. “We’re not going to work out, the us won’t happen”, he ended

You would lie to say you wanted to stand there screaming your heads off him, telling him to piss off after trailing you to the unknown. You wanted to hit him so bad on the fact on how much your hands was shaking, you hated him for making you weak. He dared tell you that he’s not the one for you when you’re clearly know he would kill himself than not seeing you. Lies

“What if you’re the one I deserve?”

You didn’t know if he heard it or not, but you knew your voice was a mere whisper in abyss. You stared at him when he turned back, you kept staring when he went down the stairs as his silhouette was swallowed by nothing but darkness. His heart heavy as he carried on the question you were unaware of, hurting himself from pushing you and snapping you without any cure.

When he completely left, you didn’t know what happened as it passed out in a blur. The only thing you grasped out was feeling the hollowness when Ziyi and Linkai found where you are. You stared at them, as they did the same. No words were exchanged.

Linkai was the first one to break the silence, managing a smile on your face.

“What did the bumblebee did now, princess?”

You shook your head slowly. “It’s nothing”, you said. Linkai and Ziyi were obviously not buying it.

“It’s not nothing when you’re already crying”, he pointed out. You felt it, the odd wetness presence on your eyes slowly made it way down to your cheeks, falling to your robe. A tear turns into choking, turning into ugly sobs.

Ziyi didn’t waste any time to pull you in his embrace as Linkai tried to lull you back to your own realm. You were a mess, you admit it. But being gathered in your brother’s embrace, the warmth you’re far too familiar with as Linkai stared at you far too worried despite having his usual cold demeanor.

You felt weak, too vulnerable. You lost it, you barely even care on Linkai’s teasing on the next morning. You just need a breakthrough from all of the mess.

Ziyi shushed you slowly, lulling you from side to side to calm you down. That beater of him is a real idiot at times, and he did the stupidest stunt this time. Its amusing for Ziyi anyways, because the next thing that happened after he came back from the tower to see you. He apologized to him, and that’s when Ziyi knew, he messed it up.

“I am sorry”, Zhengting eyed Ziyi in pure sorrow. Ziyi could only sighed and nodded in disappointment at him.

“I trusted you to be her happiness, guess I was wrong”, and he was out to find your whereabouts

Who would’ve guessed such beautiful sweet tale would ended up being swallowed up, and who can you blame? No one, you’re either stuck to accept reality that it’s over or fawned over a hopeless reality.

Yet, you chose to stay rooted to see if he will comeback. Swallowing your pride, it means nothing to have such pride anyways.

But why does it seems like he’s not coming back?

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Asmodeus and Jimmy

First n foremost, I nEED to update this blog more often than I do ugh- but here’s two babs I made based off of sims and there is a trigger warning down there somewhere highlighted in HUGE bold text before it goes any further so please keep it in mind

| Names: Asmodeus Kosmos and Jimmy Vulcan

| Nicknames: Asmo/Kos and Jim/Vul (sometimes Jimmy likes to mess with Asmodeus and calls him momo)

| Genders: Trans FTM

| Sexualities: Asmo is gay while Jimmy is Pan

| Ages: Unknown

| Heights: Asmodeus is 7'5" while Jimmy is 5'3"

| Species/Race: Asmodeus is a demon and Jimmy is a human

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Asmodeus's skin is red and he's pretty muscular and Jimmy is fairly pale and much more chubby

| Eye Colors/Hair Colors: Asmodeus's eyes are pitch black and his hair is also black (hairstyle is: Greaser Style) and Jimmy’s eyes are a Baby Blue color (his hairstyle is really just a Manbun)

| Appearances: Asmodeus wears a Red and Black flannel with a simple black t-shirt underneath, he also wears black ripped jeans and some black multi buckle punk boots, he also has a black collar with some spikes on it he wears as well, and finally he wears some gauges. He has large pointy ears, razor sharp bear trap teeth, and a few scars here and there but nothing too severe it seems, he also has large black claws and some large black devil-esque horns and a black devil style tail (he doesn’t bother disguising himself bc he literally just does not care in the slightest, if he didn’t like the looks of his punk esque clothing he’d even keep his hooves n fur to look even more inhuman)

Jimmy wears a black and white striped suit (the white stripes are v e r y thin) with matching pants as well and some black business shoes, he also has glasses as well not for the look just bc he literally needs them to properly see anything, his outfit isn’t too spectacular or out of the ordinary but he does have a few strange scars on himself and his wrist (before conclusions are jumped too, no, it was not an intended self harm scar, he did do it for an ENTIRELY different reason and you’ll see why soon) (oh and I almost forgot like a dumbass, Asmo is Trans thanks to his demon magic- he gave himself the body he wanted and Jimmy of course being a human, this was before he even got to meet Asmo anyways got the surgeries/took the T and all he needed and wanted ya know?)

Oh yeah and btw they both have short boxed beards.

| Personalities: Asmodeus isn’t the most… friendly neither to demons nor humans, in fact, he’s actually a cannibal- he’ll eat his own kind but he’ll also eat humans as well, he’s VERY mischievous and loves to cause trouble and pull pranks and terrify people, he’s always hated his own kind and humans both however… There IS one human he actually likes to be around and stick with, which of course at first it wasn’t that way but I’ll explain that in a bit, he’s pretty cold n cruel towards others, he’s often hungry so he feeds himself quite a lot much to a certain human’s dismay bc he’d really rather things lay low n such but lmao that’s not gonna happen fuck that, Asmo does p much what he wants WHEN he wants to and there ain’t a damn thing anybody can do about it- he truly is p much a rebel.

Onto Jimmy… Jimmy is much more kindhearted and sweeter, he’s not exactly the best with people due to a lot of anxiety and social anxiety so usually he doesn’t hang out in large gatherings and such as that, he usually spends a lot of time in his own room playing some games in his free time but usually he’s writing and working on multiple stories, now if it wasn’t obvious enough as it was, Jimmy is the human I was referring to earlier, him and Asmo live together and I’ll explain why in the side facts but for now, Jimmy’s goal is to one day became a famous author even tho he knows dealing with people and crowds will be tricky, he knows it’d be worth it in the end for sure… Absolutely LOVES animals of any kind, dogs, cats, rats, hamsters, etc you name an animal and he loves them so much he’s too scared however of Asmo eating said animals to bring one into the house unfortunately.

Jimmy loves reading as well, he’s an absolute bookworm and I’m not saying this bc he’s a writer or reads or shit like that but he genuinely is a geek, he’s a complete dork but we love him anyway I’m sure after all… Havin’ a problem with Jimmy is a death sentence with Asmodeus around.

(tl;dr: Asmo is cruel, cold, evil essentially and also a cannibal he’ll eat his own demon kind and he’ll even eat human kind, he’s VERY gluttonous so it’s hard to fill him up most of the time he can just never be satisfied, he does care about one and ONLY one human and that of course is Jimmy obviously, nobody touches or bothers Jimmy with Asmo around, he hates other humans and demons alike however, loves causing mischief and mayhem, pulling pranks, and scaring the hell out of people, always hated his own kind

Jimmy however is much more friendlier, kinder and a sweetheart, however his anxieties both social and regular anxiety gets in his way a lot so he can’t handle people and a LOT of situations tbh, he LOVES writing and hopes to one day become a famous author even if he has to deal with people he knows its worth it, loves to read as well, he’s a geek/dork and lovable as ever, 100% LOVE. FOR. ANIMALS. You let this man see a fucking puppy or hell even a baby rat and he will break down in tears bc its so damn cute, he’ll cry even worse if you let him hold a puppy or somethin like that)

| Side Facts: This is gon be a long one now… so woo boy… Jimmy despite sounding like an average normal human being p much, he’s had a very dark secret… Jimmy was actually supposed to be a cult leader at some point, however for reasons unknown that little thing didn’t work out which he is actually relatively relieved of bc truth be told he wanted no part of a cult in the slightest, that didn’t stop him from being curious about demons and such as that however… There was one demon in particular he had heard them mention quite often and it’s yep, you guessed it! Asmodeus Kosmos… His curiosity had admittedly gotten the better of him so he did some research and…

(Trigger Warning!!! For blood, ritual esque themes, demon summoning of course annnnd p much him cutting his wrist for said ritual so if that bothers you please don’t read any further into it)

Jimmy grabbed the supplies he needed, it was pretty basic stuff such as candles, drawing an upside down pentagram, etc- he then grabbed his knife and slit his wrist, letting his blood flow out into a chalice p much and at first he thought this was the worst decision he ever made and besides nothing even happened so now he’s going to have a scar on his wrist and have to deal with lots of blood but before he could even move to go grab a towel, lo and behold… There was a bright red light and then out popped Asmodeus from the pentagram who immediately grabbed the chalice and rather greedily began slurping up the blood inside, after finishing his little… drink… He looked over at Jimmy who was honestly very mortified right about now and p much grinned at him like “Yooo! What did a lil fella like yourself summon a demon like ME for?” Asmo was definitely… shocked like… really? THIS is what summons him? Jimmy looked like any ol regular human! Nothin special! Just another snack!

And that was when Jimmy realized… He didn’t actually know why he summoned this demon, he had no reason other than curiosity and then an even worse realization of this demon is going to be absolutely. Fucking. P i s s e d. He was lowkey freaking out, before he could even think of the proper response, he just blurted out “Uhh… C-Curiosity…?” which made Asmo’s expression drop a lil, it was more so one of confusion than anger “...Ya know, normal demons woulda been pissed but lemme tell ya somethin’ I ain’t no normal demon and I gotta admit… Outta all the human blood I’ve had, yours by far has been the fuckin’ b e s t tastin’ blood e v e r! Dunno what’cha did bud but ya definitely did somethin’ right! Well, for me at least, for you uh well not so much” Asmo definitely made ill intentions clear to Jimmy by flashing some sharp teeth (this is turning into an actual story now shit uh just roll with it and for fucks sake why can I write better when im not even trying to do an actual story?!)

Asmo of course barely gave him any time before walking over and casually grabbing his wrist, he licked the wound clean much to Jimmy’s dismay… Could demon saliva cause an infection? He didn’t exactly want to find out but it was too late now, Asmo didn’t notice the terror humans usually had for him so maybe this guy didn’t read the fine print or somethin’... “Uhh ya do realize like, I’m gonna eat’cha now right? Did you even, like, r e a d the smaller text in the books? Or did they cut that part out just hopin’ some poor soul would get devoured?” before Asmo could take a chunk out of Jimmy he quickly began to speak “Wait! I’ll… I’ll make a deal with you!” Asmo being the lil trickster that he was couldn’t r e s i s t… “Ooh… What kinda deal we talkin’ ‘ere pipsqueak?” Jimmy didn’t even know what he was saying, he just blurted the next few parts “What if I like… Help you? With, uh, the eating thing?” Asmo of course couldn’t believe his ears, he deadpanned “Ya serious? Ya gonna help me, get other humans who are basically gonna become my meal? JUST to protect yourself?” and there was a pause but before Jimmy could rephrase his question it was too late, Asmodeus grabbed his hand and shook it “You my friend have got yaself a dealio! I’ll spare ya, but uh, I expect a meal v e r y soon~” of course, now Jimmy was completely fucked… Now he had to keep this demon fed because a deal was made and he couldn’t break it or else he’d be the one eaten… And of course not to mention breaking a deal with a literal demon is not the best thing to do in any universe…

Over time of course though… Jimmy had actually begun to bond with Asmodeus, despite all the people he devoured over time… Other than his harsh exterior, rude behavior and pranks n scaring others n stuff… Asmodeus has become much nicer and kinder to him… And even opened up more to him, he knows he can’t change Asmodeus’ ways and get him to stop eating others unfortunately but… After all the time these two have spent together, all the chatting, and even all the flirting (mostly Asmo has done that to Jimmy) they have not only become best friends with each other but in fact, maybe there’s something… More going on there. Aka their dating by now, they actually love one another very much and now? Asmo could never e v e r even dream of eating Jimmy, he’s… actually even scared if he grows too hungry around Jimmy he could accidentally hurt the human… And he’d never want that now, he’d rather himself be locked away and chained up than hurt Jimmy and truth be told… Jimmy is the only being that’s ever been actually nice and kind to Asmo, even after basically threatening him at the start and kinda tormenting him with his pranks, his teasing, and scaring he was still so nice and warm towards him… He was also rather pleased to find out that not only was Jimmy not straight but also ayyy Trans Buddies!!!

#new ocs #my ocs #Asmodeus Kosmos #Jimmy Vulcan #demon oc #human oc #trans ocs #lgbt ocs #trans and gay demon and of course trans and pan human bc fck you i do what i want #these were originally sims #but then I decided I want more babs and so voila here we are #tw: rituals #tw blood #tw cutting mentions #tw cannibalism implications

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awritesfanfics · 7 years

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Not Your Fight Pt. 1

Here’s one of my longer fics, probably gonna split it in two parts (yep) bc I ramble so so much but that’s because I need to connect things, and that means describing more settings and explaining more actions and ahhh if you don’t like when I do this let me know!! But I think it just adds to the story :)

So I wrote this after watching Homecoming but a lot of it is based back in civil war, if you have homecoming-centered requests just let me knoww!!

(part 1 is basically just a bunch of filler tbh, a link to pt 2 is at the bottom!)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: (im sorry im on mobile and I cant deal w this formatting rn, it's around 2,000 words thanks)

Warnings: Violence, Cursing

Tags: @yourgayonlinemom

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“Notre Dame.”

“Correct.”

Ding

“Tel Aviv.”

“Correct.”

Ding

“Luncheon of the boating party.”

“Okay, how? Can I ask how? Because there’s actually no way for you to know this stuff.” Flash sat back in his chair in disbelief.

“Are you being serious? Or are you just jealous that i beat your time again? Because I can do this all day, I don’t have a problem,” you challenged, leaning closer. Michelle giggled.

“She had to have studied the answers before, even I didn’t know half that stuff! Me, not knowing something.”

“Excuse me, isn’t that why I’m on this team? Because I’m smart? And if everyone knew the same things, we wouldn’t get anywhere,” you snapped. “By the way, if you haven’t noticed by now, there are -” you counted the people in the room out loud. “- 7 other people here that are valuable members of the decathlon team. Maybe if you stopped kissing your own ass so much you would notice them.”

Michelle almost fell out of her chair. Flash was too shocked to even respond.

“Woah, okay I think that’s a good place to stop for the day,” Mr. Harrington said, finally intervening. “Same time tomorrow. Don’t forget permission slips.”

“Yea, call me if he ever comes up for air.” You nodded towards flash. “I’d love to introduce him to everyone on the team.” You stood, tossed your backpack over your left shoulder, and picked up your books from the table.

“Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N), that’s enough. See you tomorrow.”

You nodded and smiled at him, then at Flash, who was still recovering on the other side of the room. You could hear Michelle and Liz picking at him as you turned to leave.

Peter collected his things and sprinted over to catch up with you.

“Where the hell did all of that come from?!” He laughed.

“What do you mean? I’ve never liked flash. He’s always been full of himself, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

He looked at you and shook his head, giggling.

“Oh, hey, that reminds me!” You stopped and turned to face him. “I got a call about the Stark Internship, I think I’m in! They want me to go in for an interview in a few hours,” you squealed.

He cocked his head slightly, and seemed to hesitate. You took the question right from his lips.

“Don’t worry, Spidey, I’m not going to steal your thunder as the new friendly neighborhood superhero. From what I read, it sounds like it’s just a logistics position,” you shrugged. “Somewhere in the background.”

“No, no I’m not worried about that. It’s just, things can get pretty intense out there. Gotta be ready for anything.”

“I think I can handle it.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“So um, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Or, tonight, if you’ll be there too.”

“Yea, maybe, I’ll see what happens. See ya.”

You smiled, but as he walked away your smile disappeared.

What isn’t he telling me about this? Why is he so worried? Your mind reeled with unasked questions. You never considered yourself a fighter, but you could hold your own against everyone that’s come after you in the past. You were a teenage girl from Queens, you had to learn to defend yourself at a young age. And you certainly had the brains for anything Tony stark wanted to throw at you.

I’ll be fine. I have to stop overthinking this. Just gotta get through the interview.

As you stepped outside the gym, a tired looking man in a clean cut suit standing in front of a black Escalade greeted you.

“Good afternoon Miss (Y/L/N).” The man held open the door for you.

“Good afternoon. I don’t believe we’ve met, formally. You are?” You offered your hand for a handshake, but he ignored it.

“I was sent by Mr. Stark to bring you to work. You start today.” He looked at his watch. “Well, in a few hours.”

“Work? I was under the impression that it was just a job interview. I don’t have the right outfit, I mean, these are just my school clothes. And my mom, I told her-”

“Well, there’s been a change of plans. Everything you need is right in the back seat.”

You stuck your head in to check. A women’s two-piece suit hung on hangers by the other door, a silver suitcase rested below the seat, and a microphone earpiece sat on top of your passport, which was placed carefully on the back seat.

“How did you get all this stuff? Is that suit for me?” Your phone started vibrating, and you excused yourself to take the call. “Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N), it’s Tony, yea plans for the uhh, whatever, the thing we had later-”

“The interview?”

“Right, the interview, yea plans have changed. I sent Happy over there with your stuff, your mom packed it for you, such a nice woman. Hope your ready for some on the job training today.”

“Yea, I mean-”

He hung up. You took a deep breath and put your phone back in your pocket.

“So you’re Happy?”

“Yes, but if we wait any longer, I’ll be Impatient. We’re on a schedule, let’s go.”

With a nudge, you got into the back seat and shut the door behind you. “Am I supposed to change into this right now?”

“No, you can change in the plane.” He answered.

Plane? Where the hell am I going?

You watched out the window the entire flight. In the small bathroom you got changed into the perfectly-tailored navy suit. The material was strong, but breathable. You could move around very well in it, but you could tell it was resistant to some degree of tearing. You slipped the earpiece into your ear and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Oh God, you said to yourself. This is really happening. Holy shit.

As the plane landed you could finally tell where you were. Germany, at the Leipzig/Halle airport. Happy led you through an airfield, with passenger jets and shipping containers waiting to be piloted into the tall hangars that stood scattered nearby. You took an elevator up to the observation tower of one of the hangars.

“This is amazing.” You stepped out of the elevator, taking everything in. Happy clicked the ‘door close’ button behind you. “Wait! What’s my job?”

“Make yourself at home, find something to do.”

You looked around. No one even noticed you’d walked in. You figured you’d start by introducing yourself. Maybe they’d have been expecting you.

“Hi! My name is-”

“Tall decaf, extra cream, no sugar.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m not an intern, I’m-”

“I get it. You’re an ‘executive assistant’ or something, right?”

“No, I was hired by Mr. Stark to-”

“Look, I know you mean well, but we have work to do. Please,” he handed you $5 and shooed you away.

“Excuse me, sir, but Tony Stark personally sent for me-”

The man turned around and rolled his eyes. “We didn’t get any word from a ‘Tony Stark’. I don’t know why you’re here, and frankly, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. So I’d you could just get the coffee orders from everyone else and be on your way sweetheart, I’d appreciate it.”

Suddenly, you took him by the neck and slammed his face on the desk next to you. He fell to the floor, groaning, and in shock.

“I got my associates degree in bioelectrical engineering freshman year of high school. I was sent here to do a job. I’m not here to buy your coffee, ‘sweetheart,’” You said, tucking the $5 bill back into his pocket and smoothing out your blazer.

All eyes were on you now. You still had no idea what you were meant to do, but you went along with it anyway.

Fake it till you make it, right?

You took a seat at an empty desk overlooking the airfield.

A voice came in through the loudspeakers.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Well, I’m not your captain, officially, my friend (Y/N) here is. Wave to the people (Y/N). So as you’ve figured out by now, she will be in charge of every move you make for the rest of- you know you’ll be able to figure out when it’s over. So yea, just listen to her, fasten your seat belts, and get ready for a bumpy ride.”

You nodded matter-of-factly.

Tony’s voice came through on your personal mic next.

“You ready for this?”

“Well I don’t exactly know what ‘this’ is,” you whispered.

“We need you in air traffic control. Keep an eye out for anything that might get us killed. You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Fair enough.”

A different voice now boomed over the loudspeaker in German, followed by a blaring siren.

“What do I do? They’re evacuating the airport,” you asked.

“You speak German now to? That’s so cool.”

“Yea my grandma- look, now’s not the time. What do I do?”

“Tell them they have to watch to make sure everyone is out safely.”

You repeated the message to the group. “We must continue our day as we normally would, and keep an eye out for the unauthorized use of ballistic missiles and report it to me.”

A small panic arose. “There is nothing to be worried about. Just monitor the use. If anything gets out of hand, we simply intervene. Back to work.”

You sat down and tuned your earpiece to pick up Tony’s conversation. In the distance, you could see people walking towards each other. He was arguing with Steve. You watched as more of the Avengers joined them, picking sides, before they split into two groups and fanned out.

“It’s showtime. You ready up there?” He asked.

“Copy.”

You watched as Tony and Rhodes countered Clint’s arrows, Wanda’s bursts of light, and Steve’s shield. More than half the fight was airborne. You navigated the battlefield for Tony, Natasha, Peter, warning them of every blow, counterattack, and predictable outcome of their individual physical matches. You watched as the flyers took to the air, with Tony circling the tower you occupied.

“Tony, you got a bandit on your six. I’m turning him into a glider.” You heard Rhodes over the earpiece. You watched as both Iron soldiers sandwiched the observation tower, with Falcon and 17 civilians caught in the crosshairs.

“Stop! Stop stop stop! There are civilians in this control tower, I repeat, civilians in the control tower!!” Your trembling voice echoed across the sound waves. “Abort strike, abor-”

The missile misfired at the last second, crashing into the side of the hangar and taking out the elevator shaft. Suddenly, the channel went silent. A fire began to spread around the sight of the impact. Within minutes, the whole tower would collapse in flames.

Both sides froze, unsure of what to do.

“Wait wait wait, what was that?” Peter stuck his head up from behind a shipping crate and turned to Tony.

“Tony, who was that?! Karen, get me a visual on that hangar. How many people are in there?”

“17. Records of past voice analysis data indicates that the voice that called out for a ceasefire belonged to a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Shit!” He yelled, sending his fist into the nearby shipping crate. “Tony! You brought her here?!”

“This isn’t your fight, kid. Stay here.”

But it was too late. Peter shot webbing onto the nose of a 747 and swung, then caught the nose of another, and another. The building was up ahead, a fire just beginning to break out near the site of the explosion. People working on the ground gathered around the exit, eagerly watching the entrance for more survivors.

The people in the tower began to panic again, this time for good reason. You knew you had to get the group under control, or no one would make it out.

“Everything is going to be fine. We all just have to keep walking. File into the staircase. There is a doorway right at the bottom. Once we get through it, you’ll be able to see the exit, and you can run, but I ask you to please not run here,” you ordered calmly. It took all the strength in your body to keep your voice steady. “If we start running in here, someone may trip or get hurt. The exit is very close, and you’ll all be fine, I promise.” You cracked a worried smile as you ushered the group down the remainder of the narrow stairwell. You pushed the doors and held one side open for the workers. With the light of the exit door in view, they fell into a dead sprint, as if they were racing not the time before the fire engulfed the hanger, but each other.

“If everyone out? Can anyone tell me if everyone got out?”

No answer. You took a deep breath and looked up the stairwell.

I can’t risk it. You shook your head and pushed away from the door, skipping steps as you sped back up to the fourth-story office space.

The once bustling room was now filled with emergency lights and smoke. You stayed low, calling out for any remaining workers before turning to leave. One final visual sweep of the floor settled your nerves; you were the only one left. Suddenly, you started to hear the loud creaking of twisting metal. The floor shook beneath you and began to tilt. The observation tower was falling.

You threw yourself down as many stairs as you could manage before the tower hit the ground.

The closer I am to the ground, maybe the closer I am to a solid foundation.

Within an instant, the entire building was leveled.

Part 2!

#spider-man: homecoming fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fanfic #spider-man fanfic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fluff #spiderman fluff #cacw fanfic #captain america civil war fanfic #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #avengers fluff

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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concert sonata;p.j.h

synopsis: you bring your boyfriend along to a dance concert to support your best friend, and unbeknownst to you, your dance classmates and annoying cousin are there to tease you and your boyfriend.

warnings: childish banter, sinful amounts of fluff

genre: fluff

a/n; ok tbh i had this idea as soon as i came back from my friend’s concert,, shy jihoon and bf!jihoon cough @ myself is also something i want to see too!!!! and also for the lack of pd101 scenarios on tumblr :”) p.s i had a hard time choosing between jihoon and daehwi and my loyal ass and my friend picked jihoon,, im sorry daehwi i promise you will have a fic of your own too

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“Please?” You donned on your cutest puppy-dog eyes as you pleaded your boyfriend to accompany you to your best friend’s dance concert.

“No.”

“Why?” You frowned.

“Do you want your boyfriend to get caught having a girlfriend?”

“No one can see your face in the theatre, as long as you don’t freaking wink at people, Jihoon,” You rolled your eyes.

Jihoon snorted, “What has my wink got to do with this?”

“You’re the wink boy, who knows how many hearts you stole with that stupid wink,” You huffed, folding your arms.

An affectionate grin spread across Jihoon’s lips, as he hugged you lovingly, “I’m kidding babe, I’ll come with you.”

“Really?” Your eyes brightened up, as he giggled at your cute actions.

“Yes, I will.”

You placed a sweet peck on the boy’s lips, “You’re the best,”

Jihoon winked, “I know.”

With that, you pulled away instantly while rolling your eyes once again, “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Thank god you don’t dress as bad as people describe you to be,” You muttered under your breath as you spotted your boyfriend walking your way.

Jihoon was in a simple white stripped pullover with classic skinny ripped jeans, a pair of round framed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and a black beret nestled comfortably on his head. To be honest, he actually looked good as compared to the “fashion terrorist” label that was thrown onto him.

“Babe?” Jihoon waved his hands frantically in front of your face, “Why are you staring at me like that? Do I look bad? I can go home to change--”

You placed a finger on his lips, shutting him up, “Shh, you look fine. Okay, correction, you look good.”

“You’re not lying to me right?”

“Nope. I’m serious.” You shook your head as you smiled.

“I swear if people stare at me weirdly I’m--”

You silenced the doe-eyed boy with a sweet peck, which made his eyes dilate as big as saucers as the tips of his ears began to turn red.

“I’m hungry, let’s find something to eat~” You linked your arms with your now stunned boyfriend(with a stupid grin plastered on his face), as you dragged him around the mall to find food to fill your growling stomach.

“I told you no one would recognise you,” You assured Jihoon with a pat on his back when the lights in the concert hall dimmed.

Jihoon hummed, as he placed his arm around your shoulders droopily. Your heart was palpitating wildly, even the slightest display of affection from Jihoon could make your heart run wild. Nonetheless, you nestled your head into Jihoon’s shoulders, as the curtains were raised to commence the first performance.

Just as Jihoon was about to place a light peck on your forehead, you heard someone whisper your name from the back. You whipped your head around, it was your classmate in your dance class. Jihoon turned his side slightly, but he whipped his head back facing the front as soon he saw your alarmed expression. It totally slipped your mind that your dance friends were there to support your best friend too. You may have ditched them to have dinner with your boyfriend, which you were slightly guilty of.

“Y/N!” Your friend smirked, “Who’re you with?”

“Uhh my...” You bit your lip to come out with the best relation you could think of, “cousin!”

Unfortunately, your friend didn’t quite buy that, as she whispered playfully to the rest of your classmates seated beside her, “I don’t think your cousin will kiss you in a concert hall, at a dance concert.”

“Fine... he’s my boyfriend okay?” You huffed, as they giggled a little too loudly for your liking, “Let me enjoy the concert in peace will you?”

You turned your head back towards the stage, and slumped in your seat, as heat rose up to your cheeks. Jihoon saw your dejected expression, he interlocked his hand snugly into yours, as his thumb drew calming circles on the back of your palm.

As soon as the emcee announced an intermission, you dragged Jihoon out of the concert hall as fast as you could towards the toilets, in hopes that you wouldn’t bump into your friends.

“Luckily they don’t watch Produce,” You sighed as Jihoon placed a comforting arm around your waist, “ Or you’ll be dead.”

“They will find out about me, sooner or later,” Jihoon grimaced, “And I’m not worried about it at all, about them knowing that I’m on Produce.”

“What about your company?” You pouted, as you waited in line for the toilet, “Aren’t they against dating?”

“I told them about it,” Jihoon confessed, “They were fine with it, honestly, I was shocked when they supported it.”

“Please don’t tell me to break up with you when our relationship goes public,” You squeezed his cheeks playfully.

“I won’t,” Jihoon laughed as he pried your hand away from his cheek. A buzzing sensation could be felt in your bag, you frowned as you fished for your mobile phone. If it was your friend, you were ready to hang up. But it wasn’t her.

It was your cousin.

You never really hated your cousin, to be fair. 3 years younger than you are, she truly tested your patience to your limits. The thought of your cousin attending your best friend’s concert slipped your mind as well, since it was her school’s dance concert, after all.

Being the filial niece you were to your aunt, you grudgingly picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” Your cousin chirpped, “Are you at Y/B/F/N’s dance concert?”

“Yes I am,” You admitted, “What is it?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m...” Jihoon pointed to the male toilet, which was currently empty, and mouthed, “I’ll be back.”, you nodded as you grimly replied your cousin, “ at the toilet near the cafe.”

“I’ll see you there in 3 minutes.” With that, she hung up the phone.

“She’s so rude...” You mumbled.

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As you finished doing your business, you were greeted by your smiling cousin. You smiled back out of manners, as you pushed the tap knob harshly to wash your hands.

“Are you here for Y/B/F/N?”

“Yeah I am.”

“Are you with your friends?”

“Sorta.”

“Sorta?”

“I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” You gritted your teeth, “And yes, my mom knows about him.”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows, “You’re not bringing up one of your another imaginary “oppas” to shake me off, aren’t you?”

“You’ll know when you see him,” You smiled sweetly as you exited the toilet with your cousin.

“Babe, what took you so long-- oh.” Jihoon complained as soon as he saw you, then kept quiet when he saw your cousin beside you.

Your cousin’s jaw went slack, you smirked, she was definitely not expecting the Park Jihoon to be your boyfriend, at all. You knew that she was an avid viewer of Produce, by the various snaps on her snapchat story.

“Meet Jihoon, my dear cousin, and meet my cousin, Jihoon.”

After the concert, Jihoon was still a blushing mess when he met your cousin, and he toned down on the skinship a whole lot. You smiled, shy Jihoon was cute, and you haven’t seen him in a while. Your friends saw him as well, they all wished you and Jihoon would last forever, and all those sappy stuff. That made him a lot more shy, hiding his face in your shoulders, unable to face anyone.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” You hummed as you hugged your shy boyfriend.

“Shut up,” Jihoon whined as he pouted, making you giggle.

“Nope, not gonna shut up,” You stuck out your tongue as Jihoon’s jaw dropped.

“What if I can shut you up?” Jihoon stopped in his tracks, holding your hands in his.

“How?”

“Like this,” Jihoon leaned in swiftly, softly kissing your tinted lips. You smiled into the kiss slightly, as Jihoon pulled back slowly.

“Did that shut you up?” Jihoon looked at you earnestly.

“For the sake of you, yes.” You smiled.

For the first time in 2 hours, Jihoon’s face was decorated with a grin of endearment, all the way home.

#park jihoon #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 #maroo entertainment #fluffy writes

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vaguelyangelic · 7 years

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10- if you draw or write show some of your really old work

I was never a big fan of drawing tbh, I used to write alot um..really old. I’ll see if i can find one of the things I wrote in like 2014. (It’s in the keep reading bit)

10- What’s something that made you laugh recently?

Karma :)

I walked into the familiar Old people's home.

"Hey there Beca, Ya here to see Nanna?" Lucy the young carer here Said to me holding out the visitor book as I walked up to the desk.

"As always,She hasn't been a problem since I left on Sunday has she?" I ask worried,Nanna was a bit, well high maintenance to put it nicely or don't take no crap to be blunt. She has very high standards when it comes to ...well anything.

"No,no dear. She just been looking forward to seeing ya." She smiles.

I loved me Nan she always told me a story every time I came here-Last week she told me how she was a dancer on the ship's in the 60's.

"Ya know where to find her don't you dear?" Lucy said as I gave her back the book.

"Yeah,I'll see you later." I walk away from the desk and make me way along the hallway to my Nanna's room.

I knock twice before walking in.

"Beca dear come here,give ya old Nanna a big hug." She puts down her book and opens her arms to me.

"Heya Nanna,How you doin?" I ask knowing I'll get the same answer I always do.

"Same as I am every time you come, Tired of being stuck in this Goddam nuthouse" I say the last bit with her as she always says it.

"You should stop saying that Nanna, They look after you well here." I say trying to give her a disapproving look but failing and smiling as she just grimaces at me.

"Oh, God it was awful the other Day Bec. There was a male carer in here on Monday, wait Tuesday. What day is it today dear?" Aw Nanna.

"It's Thursday Nanna. You had your Physio today right?" I ask knowing she had.

"Ah, Yes. Now where was I oh yes The doctor. He was atrocious, Didn't speak a lick of English and he was a foreigner, oh God and he touched me dear" She says in disbelief and shame.

"Nanna, You can't say that. You'll get in trouble one day" I say. On one hand she stresses me out but on the other I wouldn't change her for anything.

"Oh, don't say this,don't say that. Uhh, I know,I know, But what are they gonna do stick a frail old woman into jail for speaking her mind." She mimicked me before putting on her old lady voice.

"Nanna..." I sigh shaking me head.

"Ooh, Do you want a sweet dear?,Your father dropped them off when he came to visit."She offered me a heart shaped box.

"Just not the caramels I'm saving them for later."She takes out the key card and hands me a small heart with white lines going across.

"That one's a truffle,not too keen on them,bit too sickly for me."She smiles at me as a pop it into my mouth. All of the chocolatey goodness is going down me throat-yum.

"So are you wanting a story dear,or do I have an off day?"She jokes.

"Tell me please,I love hearing your stories from the old days Nanna."I smile and she passes me a blanket.

"comfortable?" I nod and she smiles before holding my hand and delving into the story.

"ok ,here we go."

(this is in the story)

I was thirteen years old and visiting my Grandad-your great,great grandad George's farm in Wales somewhere.

We travelled for two days from Ireland to Wales on a ferry,an expensive thing to run back then, still are sometimes.

We got there on the Sunday just in time for church.

Mammy made me put on me Sunday best and head out with the family down the road.

They had a son, Peter. He was a handsome fella, let me tell you. Scruffy Brown hair and a pair of wellies that would make any thirteen year old girl's heart skip.

He took of his hat and nodded his head towards me.

"Gooday Miss, Lovely Sabbath isn't it." He spoke with a slight country boy twang, but charming non the less.

"Tis, isn't it. Care to sit by me in class." I remembered we had Sunday school to attend.

"Love to ma dear." We walked side by side into the church and sat down.

We sang hymns and prayed for about half an hour before the children were called to the classroom.

As promised he sat next to me and we shared a bible.

Throughout the next week, we hung out around the brook, milking Bertha the cow and collecting Henrietta' s eggs.

One day we were under the old willow tree when out of the blue he kissed me.

Naturally I slapped him then went in for another,kiss that is, though when I think back I shoulda snapped him, but more to why later.

Utter bliss, but we had to keep it a secret for our parents would forbid it.

We spent more time together until one day he didn't come out.

I went round to their cottage and found out one of the worst things I could.

He had polio.

I wasn't aloud to see him.

A day turned into more and me parents told me we were heading home in two days.

A day went by and he was gone.

Never to live again.

She paused,so I took a chance to ask a question.

"How did you feel Nanna? Were you upset?" I asked her.

"At first I was, but then I found he was also seeing three of the stable girls behind my back. Extra Milking shift me arse" She scoffed.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh Nanna." I sigh happily.

"It's good seeing you love"She said her eyes gleaming.

"What dwarf am I today Nanna?" Every time I see her at the end of my visit she would kiss my head and name me after one of the seven dwarves.

"Oh,Doc, I mean what can you say about doc. A bit of a suck up if you ask me." I laugh again before walking out and I close her door.

"Heya Lucy" I say walking back up to the desk to sign out.

"Going so soon Beca" she says handing me the book again.

"Yeah,I have homework" I say, unfortunately it's true or I would never leave.

"Aw, well, when will you be back?" She take the book from me once again.

"Saturday most probably,tell her that could you." I smile before leaving.

"That's good, Always a pleasure Beca"she waves me off and I go around the corner to catch a bus.

"Oh Nanna, what would I do without you" I say to myself.

A boy walks up to the bus stop smiling at me.

"Hi" He looks awfully familiar, must have imagined him.

"Gooday Miss, What might a lovely lady like you have for a name?" A charmer I see.

"Beca, and you?" I ask him.

"Peter, I guess this is our bus" He says pointing to the Bus coming up behind me.

"Nice to meet you Peter,care to sit by me on the bus." I say.

"Love to My dear" I get a sense of deja vu.

We talk all the way home and he gives me his number.

As long as he doesn't catch polio I'm safe.

And not to mention the stable girls.

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