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rizsu · 3 months

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the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

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dazed--xx · 1 year

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SKZ Break up Reaction (Maknae Line)

A/N:so I’m uploading this on my phone cause my 4 year old decided to break my chromebooks screen but I wanted to get this posted so I can post the second part to both anyway if you guys have any requests my requests are open any group you want me to write I usually do lol so just let me know anyway hope you enjoy please like comment reblog I love hearing your opinions

Jisung:

“GET OUT!” You shout, as you feel Jisungs arms wrap around your waist. You can feel his tears leaking through your shirt as he begs you to hear him out. Your tears streamed down your face. “you need to leave Jisung” You growl taking his arms from around you. His head shakes in panic “No! NO! Im sorry okay?! It was a mistake it didn’t mean anything to me” he cries. His shoulders shaking rapidly. You scoff at his words “Yeah for you it was just a fucking tuesday of course it wouldn’t mean shit to you. But the fact that you didn’t even think about me or I don’t know maybe the fact that you werent even single, proves to me that everything youre saying is bullshit. You don’t just go and fuck someone and then say Oops I made a mistake. You made a fucking choice Jisung and just cause it doesn’t mean anything to you now doesn’t mean you didn’t fucking do it and proves how much I cant trust you.” You snap, gesturing to the crying boy. Grabbing the bags you packed for him, you shove them at your ex boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go” Jisung confesses, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you back into him; burying your face in his chest. “Please don’t make me go, I don’t want to wake up every morning without you. I don’t want to let you go. It meant nothing then and now please believe me I don’t want anyone else it was a drunken mistake and I will never stop regretting it. I can make it up to you, I-I c-can fix things please—fuck—please don’t make me go. I love you” His sobs take over his body as you begin to pull yourself away from him. You stare at him, wanting to remember every inch of his face. You caress his cheek. Your eyes locking with one another “Im sorry, but I cant trust you anymore and I cant be with someone I cant trust. I want to break up. Im sorry but if you don’t leave. I will” You confess pulling your hand away from him. “Please....” He whines “Im sorry fuck im so sorry theres nothing I could be more sorry about I don’t know how to fix it. But I don’t want to leave please don’t make me leave, I need you okay? I need YOU! No one else I don’t know how to convince you of that” You shake your head at his words “You don’t need to convince me, you never will be able to Jisung, there’s never an excuse and I wont be able to trust you ever again. It will always feel like a lie.” His eyes widen in shock.

“i-I-” You lift your hand, not wanting to hear anymore “Just go, Jisung! Im done you hurt me way to much and I don’t want to hear your lies anymore” You growl. Nodding in defeat, he picks up his bags and makes his way to the door. You hold the door open for him as he makes his way out as he turns to face you once more you can feel your resolve breaking “I will always love you” he cries as you close the door.

Felix:

NEW MESSAGE: LIXIE💕☀️

Hey baby, just wanted to tell you good morning and I miss you when can I see you again? Its been too long😞

Your heart races as you read his message. Biting your lip you contemplate replying before deciding to lock your phone and continue avoiding him. You werent sure why he even bothered anymore, you knew he was pretending, and whilst he didn’t know you had learned the truth about him, you felt stupid every time you thought about seeing him. You were torn between the Felix you had gotten to know a bubbly sweet and kindhearted person that would give up their last for anyone in need, and the one that, apparently, likes to make bets with his friends about how long it would take for you to sleep with him. Its been a few days since you had been told the truth by Minho’s girlfriend, and ever since you had avoided Felix. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and idiotic anytime you thought about being near him, apparently he had won the bet, you did sleep with him fairly quickly considering you guys have been going out for only a few months and have been actively having sex since about your third date; and the idea that right after he went and reported his win to the boys made you feel dirty, gross, and used.

Your phone vibrating in your hand pulls you from your thoughts. Staring at the screen youre met with a photo of your smiling boyfriend. Pressing the decline button, you toss your phone on the bed lifting yourself to your feet. You stare around your room, pictures of you and Felix laugh at you as you grab the stuffed bear Felix had won for you on your second date. With a newfound resolve you toss the bear on the ground. Your body acting on its own accord as you begin throwing every symbol and memory of your relationship in a large destructive pile on the ground. Sobs rack through your chest, nausea building in your stomach. You trusted him, you allowed him to knock your walls down and he lied, pretended and faked his way through everything. With determination in your heart you stomp your way over to your bed grabbing your phone opening your messages with him.

To: LIXIE💕☀️

Please stop calling me stop texting me just leave me alone you won your stupid bet just leave me alone we’re done.

Your palms were sweating as your phone began vibrating once more. You stare at the photo of Felix, your jaw clenches as hot tears run down your face. You watch as the photo disappears a missed call notification coming in before the photo pops up once more. You sit in place as a plethora of calls continue to come in as well as messages all unseen. With a shaky breathe you turn your phone off, opting to take a shower you trudge your way to the bathroom. Your movements halt at the rapid knocks on your front door. “Babe! Please—fuck—open the door!” Felix’s deep voice pleads. Your hand smacks over your mouth, as you hear your doorknob rattling “Y/N! Open up please” he cries. “Let me explain!” The knocks continue in quick succession. “P-please! I-I c-can’t lo-lose y-yo-you, n-not like t-this please!” His voice is desperate, you could tell he was crying. “I’m sorry” the door begins to shake. You could tell he was trying to ram the door open. “I’m sorry! Please talk to me, we can’t be over we can’t Im an idiot but you mean so much to me don’t break up with me I’m sorry! I’ll explain I’ll tell you everything please” your sobs unable to be hidden anymore “Y/N?! Are you crying? Please—fuck—don’t cry please I’m sorry please open the door please! I need to see you. I need you to listen please open up!” He pleaded. You stared at the door as your heart pounded on your sternum as Felix pounded on your door. You apologized silently as you sat on the ground your arm wrapped around your waist as you held your hand over your mouth; tears steadily streaming down your face not being able to bring yourself to open the door.

Seungmin:

You stared blankly at the mahogany table, avoiding Seungmins bored stare. “Why did you ask me to meet you here if you weren’t going to say anything?” He questions confusion etched on his features You sat in shock at his words, you weren’t sure why you were so surprised at the cold stoic tone he used. It had always been the same with him anyway always leaving you to feel small under his judging gaze. You questioned the status of your relationship often due to the lack of affection on either part. You felt more like a close friend rather than his girlfriend or even someone he was dating, and whilst you two had never defined your relationship, you did assume from the fact that he had specifically told you that he had considered the time you two spent together as dates. You stared at your hands as your fingers continued to play with themselves in your lap. “I’m sorry…” you murmur, you hear him hum in response “it’s fine everyone has bad days” you shake your head in response “n-no…I’m sorry but I don’t think we should see each other anymore” your voice is almost a whisper but the widening of Seungmin’s eyes has you shocked. “C-Can I ask why? I thought things were going well…” he questions his hand reaching for yours sadness flashes across his features as you shift yourself further away from him “we’re more friends than anything don’t you think” you mumble disappointedly. “Friends?” He scoffs like the term was beneath him. “I’d like to think we are more than friends” he states calmly.

You wrap your arms around your waist “honestly can you name a single time we’ve done anything that could signify that we’re more than friends” you snap. Seungmin leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. “We go out on dates…umm I talk to you all the time…” he trails as he contemplates more answers only to come up with nothing and letting out a sigh. “It’s okay…you aren’t attracted to me Seungminie, not the way I am to you and I think you should find a girl you actually like” you state sadly as you lift yourself from your seat. “Goodbye…” you mumble as you make you’re way out of the café. Seungmin sat there in shock, a tear running down his cheek as you make your exit. He willed himself to say something, anything to get you to stay. He watched in horror as you made your way out of the door. His heart shattering in his chest as he wills you to turn around and just see him, see how he’s falling apart at your departure. He’s begged for every moment with you and in his idiocy you were wisped away, he felt lost what could he do?

Jeongin:

“You’re really wearing that?!” The disgust oozing out in his tone. You look down at your lilac skin tight dress and white thigh highs before nodding with confusion etched on your features a pout in your lips. “I-is there something wrong with what Im wearing?” You prod your eyebrow raising in offense. Jeongin scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You stood in your place, biting your lip in frustration “I mean you look really…..interesting.” He grits. You could feel the uncomfortable stares. You knew what he meant by interesting, reflexively you tug on the hem of your dress bringing it lower on your legs. “Don’t listen to him you look great!” Nayeon smiled as she rubbed your wrist comfortingly. You nod dejected, your eyes not leaving the ground. “I-I’m going to get something to drink” you state rapidly as you rush over to the kitchen. You stare down at your dress, you felt stupid and thanked god you had brought a hoodie. Taking a deep breath you grab a red solo cup pouring a small bit of vodka and adding pineapple juice before mixing the drink. You stare into the concoction, as used to Jeongins temperament and the harshness of his tone you are, you contemplate as to why you had even entered this torturous relationship.

You couldn’t think of many times when Jeongin would speak to you without insulting you in some shape or form. From your hair being the wrong way to you just being too annoying for his taste that day there was always something you did wrong. You thought today would be different, you thought for once he’d actually acknowledge you the way he used too when you first began. Your heart completely shattered considering it was your second anniversary. Your relationship was fantastic up until just a few months ago and now it feels like Jeongin would rather drop dead before even looking at you anymore. You don’t know why you had bothered anymore it obviously wasn’t working. You’ve done everything you could to try to save your relationship tonight being your final attempt and as much as you wanted to give the rest of the night a chance; he couldn’t even acknowledge your anniversary all day and then to greet you like that at a party you didn’t even want to be at. You weren’t sure if you could continue this, you missed your loving, sweet boyfriend. You didn’t know who this Jeongin was. You sighed as you take a sip from your drink. The mixture of alcohol to juice lacking so you grab the vodka bottle once more.

“Sure get drunk so I have to take care of you tonight” you hear from behind you, you roll your eyes. “What? I’m literally just making my first drink” you scoff before turning and shoving past your boyfriend his hand wrapping around your arm “oh and thanks for embarrassing me tonight by the way” he spits. An embarrassing heat fills your cheeks “how did I embarrass you?” You growl a fire burning in your eyes. “You’re kidding right?” His lips are formed in a tight line, you press your chest against his in defiance “No! How did I fucking embarrass you Jeongin?”

“So dressing like a slut to a party where you know your boyfriend and his friends are going to be isn’t a fucking problem? It’s not embarrassing?” He snaps, the glare in his eyes challenging you. The rage filling your stomach you toss your drink in his face. “I can’t believe you! You fucking prick” you shout, Jeongins eyes grow wide at your action. He stood there shocked, covered in your drink, his hands reaching for you quickly with a call of your name. You put your arms up preventing him from touching you. “No! I’m done! I’m so fucking done with you Jeongin! For months I’ve put up with your shitty attitude all because I loved you and you obviously don’t feel the fucking same anymore! You made me miserable and I still loved you! Don’t call me don’t text me just leave me alone. Happy anniversary Jeongin, I’m giving you the best gift I could…you’re single congratulations” your resolve completely breaking as tears stream down your face. You can see the panic in Jeongins eyes, his mouth sits agape in shock. With a scoff you turn to make your exit. “W-wait! Where are you going?” He calls, his voice is shaky. “Babe?!” You can hear him following after you “wait! Y/N!” His voice is shaky as you make your way out the front door, you knew if you turned back just one look at his face would break you. You had to keep going; you picked up your pace as the cold air kissed your skin.

Your car was only down the street a bit you just had to make it there and you were home free. Your heart raced as your legs moved rapidly. You felt arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back into a strong frame. The familiar cologne fills your nostrils, you could feel his shaking figure. “Don’t go, I’m sorry” he pleads. You sigh “please let me go Jeongin” pulling his arms from around you not turning to look at him. “I’m sorry please don’t go im an idiot I didn’t mean to forget but I don’t think it’s something you should break up with me over” he scoffs slight annoyance in his tone. A scowl forms on your face as you whip around to look him in his eyes “you know what?! Yeah! You ARE indeed a fucking idiot! If you think I’m breaking up with you over this bullshit ass anniversary then you’re wrong! You treat me like shit and a burden and I’m just done you obviously don’t love me anymore and as much as I do love you I deserve better just…please leave me alone…” tears stream down your face at a rapid pace, your heart shattering at every word. Your eyes drifting to the floor as your bottom lip finds it’s way between your teeth. Your eyes never once lifting to meet his as you turn away from him and make your way to your car. You don’t see Jeongin standing there in horror as you ultimately walk away from him. You don’t hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest as you don’t look back at him. His jaw clenched as tears stream down his cheeks willing himself to not chase after you because like you said, you did deserve better

#stray kids angst #straykids angst #skz felix #skz angst #stray kids angst reaction #stray kids break up reaction #stray kids maknae line angst #jisung angst #lee felix angst #seungmin angst #Jeongin angst #han angst #I.N. angst #lee yongbok angst

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spideesenses · 9 months

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hey, idrk wether ur doing requests at the minute, but if you are, i need some sugar daddy!miguel because im dying over here with not a single drop to suffice 😞 i need him to spoil me ☺️

i am absolutely open to requests🥰

Sugar Daddy!Miguel head canons

NSFW. MDNI!

miguel definitely has a worship & praise kink. he loves seeing you dripped out in extravagant attire that he bought for you, adorned with diamonds around your neck. he makes it known that he loves what you’re wearing, complimenting you every chance he gets. he wears you on his arm so proudly as if he has the most stunning date (and he does) and he can’t wait to rip everything off of you

↳ “oh come on cariño,” miguel mumbles from in between your thighs as your fingers thread through his hair. “you look so pretty when you cum for me, you don’t wanna give daddy another?”

there’s very few times he tells you no & when he does, it ends up with you pouting, “but daddy! don’t you think we’d look so cute with matching?” you’d been referring to matching cartier rings. miguel was never a jewelry type - maybe a gold chain around his neck for the holidays, but he left the jewelry to you. it complimented your skin so well, especially with the body scrub you’d used, leaving shimmers of glitter?

he’s surprisingly better at keeping himself restrained when he’s feeling needy, especially in public. it’s usually you feeling him up at after parties and begging him for any sort of attention. he’d keep you at his side, hand at your waist before murmuring in your ear, “behave mi vida and i promise you, you’ll have everything you want and more.” and you knew he was good for his promises

he talks you through your orgasms. “i know baby, i know” & “it’s okay, i’ve got you. daddy’s here” & “you’re so good for me, i’m so proud of you” while you’re trembling around him

cockwarming becomes more frequent because you get needy while he’s working. how could you not be needy when this gorgeous hunk of a man is in front of you? messy, tousled hair, glasses, the first two buttons on his white button up undone, exposing his chest with his tie loosely strung around his shoulder.

↳ “if you distract me away from filling this report out, daddy’s taking it out of your allowance,” he hisses as you slowly slide down onto his cock. you whimper as he fills you to the brim, causing him to curse under his breath. he does play with you a little bit, dragging his hands up and down your body, noting how you bounce in his lap needily.

when you talk back to him or speaking to him without manners, he grabs your tongue with his fingers. “try saying that again. oh? you’re done with your tantrum? you wanna try asking daddy nicely this time?”

he loooves shopping with you. when it comes to fashion, he’s very plain when it comes to himself…but when it comes to you? he loves coming with you to reset your wardrobe for the season and listening to you talk about how you saw this on the runway to a fashion event he had taken you to.

you never noticed it but he does up your allowance by a grand for every lingerie photo you send to him. he was quite surprised when you asked him to pick a number between 1-10. he was lucky to have a “go big or go home” mindset because he received 10 very revealing photos right before a meeting.

you always try color-coordinate with him when it comes to going to events with him, but his wardrobe’s full of neutrals. you did save your allowance on getting him a pastel wardrobe of valentino suits tailored to him so he could match you more often. he was very surprised by this gesture since he’s usually the one that likes to show you off, but this small gesture made him realize how proud you were to have him on your arm as well. needless to say, he did pay you back. and ever since then, you two are usually the “it” couple when it comes to social outings.

him fucking you over his desk after he’s finished a big project? you’re bent over his desk as he’s pounding you from behind, fingers in your mouth. him letting you pick out a designer bag afterwards since he was a bit rough and selfish.

he has a thing for your feet in heels paired with anklets. yeah, he dropped a couple hundred for your manicure and pedicure, so of course your toes look great. but something about your legs thrown over his shoulder as he rails you, heels and anklet digging into his skin made him feral.

aftercare consists of a romantic lit bath in the bathtub that has jets. he purchased these bath bombs from dubai that has 24 karat gold in them that he always makes sure he has on deck for his royal highness

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #alia writes #miguel o'hara x you #miguel smut

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jasmines-library · 2 months

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hello darling🤭i live here now, hope you don’t mind🤭🙏

I was wondering if you would mind writing smth with the batfamily having a danish sibling, or maybe jason or dick having a gf who knits/crochets a lot, and then the gf shows up with personalised gifts for everyone?

this is oddly specific and you don’t have to do either but i’m addicted to your writing😞🙏

love, ur robin <3 !!!

Arts and Crafts

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Note: Hello my lovely! sorry this took a hot minute...I have so much in my inbox right now it's insane, but you guys are awesome. I hope this is okay, I tried my best with the Danish words, there aren't many of them and I also had to use online sources so I hope they're correct. Please tell me if they're wrong. I hope you enjoy!

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“Move out of the way!” Dick barged past his brother who was clearing up the room much too slowly for his liking. He took the pile of books out of Damian’s hands and began placing them back on the shelf, making sure that each of the spines lined up perfectly.

“Tt.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I really don’t think she's going to notice if the spines aren’t matched up, Grayson.”

“You don’t know that.” Dick practically snapped as he darted across the room to adjust the curtains for the fiftieth time that day.

You were coming over for dinner, and Dick felt the need to make sure that everything was perfect. It's not like you hadn’t met his family before. In fact, you often asked after his brothers and had spent countless hours chatting away to them over a good book or a movie. However this was the first time you had been around: you had caught a rather nasty cold and so had decided to stay home. But, being the perfectionist he is, Dick felt the need to make everything perfect for you. It was overkill in Damian’s opinion, but he just shrugged and let him get on with it.

The doorbell rang and was shortly followed by the sound of Dick’s shoes against the wooden floorboards as he raced to beat Alfred to open it. When he did open it he was greeted by the sight of you smiling. You were bundled up in a coat and a scarf that covered the lower half of your face as you sheltered from the biting cold, but as you gazed up at him, he could see the corners of your lips turned up in one of your smiles that he loved dearly.

"Min elskede.” You greeted him as he removed and hung up your coat as you unwound your scarf to hand beside it.

“Hi my lovely.” He placed a kiss on your forehead softly. “What’s all that?” He asked, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift parcels that were poking out of your bag.

“Gifts.”

Dick turned it head. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You shrugged, picking up the bag with one hand and lacing the fingers on your other with Dicks. “I know, but I wanted to. Besides, I had plenty of time to do it.”

He kissed you again as he led you into the living room. “You’re too good for me.”

“Y/N!” Tim called out from across the room, standing up to hug you. He had grown rather fond of you. “How have you been? It’s so nice to see you again. I was beginning to think that Dick was going to go mad if he had to go another day without constantly seeing your face.”

“Hej, Tim. It’s good to see you too.” You chuckled.

Deciding to take a seat next to Dick after he informed you that dinner would be a little wait, you settled the bag between your legs, propping it up with your feet so that it didn’t fall over. At your arrival, the rest of the Wayne’s slowly made their way to the living room to catch up.

You pulled out the first gift from the pile. It was oddly shaped, wrapped in brown paper and adorned with a silk ribbon tied into a large bow. The gifts caught the boy’s eyes and they leaned closer as you handed them out: First to Damian, then Jason, Dick and Tim. You even had one for Bruce and Alfred, who were both out of the room for the moment, so you made a mental note to make sure you gave them theirs later.

Damian tore into his first, peeling away the paper to reveal a black scarf, neatly stitched together with rows of red and green in interlocking loops. He unravelled it to reveal its full length and grinned at the delicate handiwork.

“You made this?!” Damian exclaimed, turning it over in his hands.

“Yep.” You hummed “I hope you like it.”

“I love it!” He ran over to embrace you in a hug.

Then came Jason who pulled out a red beanie you had crocheted, and Tim who you had crocheted a pair of fingerless gloves and a sleeve for his coffee cup to keep it warm. They were also both very appreciative and their smiles warmed your heart.

Finally, Dick took time and care to untie the ribbon and peel open the wrapping paper. Inside was a black jumper that you had crocheted for him, on the top was his nightwing logo which you had surface crochet on the top of it. Along the sleeves, you had also added a strip of blue to add a pop of colour. You had been working on it for a little while now and had had a hard job trying to hide it from him whenever he came over.

“You made this for me?” He asked.

“Of course.” You nodded. “I hope it fits-”

“It’s perfect.” he told you, slipping it on. It fit like a glove. “You didn’t need to do this, Y/n/n… you’ve outdone yourself.” he tugged you to his side tightly.

“I’m so glad you like them.”

“We love anything you make. They’re amazing.”

“Tak.” You smiled, settling into his side, savouring the feeling of the soft wool against your cheek. He held you close, not quite believing how he had come so lucky to have a girlfriend quite like you.

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gyuvision · 3 months

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going, going, gone! -> [back to masterlist?]

wc ; 1.4k - pairing ; 1b hong seunghan x team manager fem reader

summary ; seunghan is benched for an argument between another player, but even though hes feeling down he convinces you to stay with him after hours.

contains -> swearing, fluff, comfort, angst

note - i love myungjae please know its just for the plot 😞

“but coach, its not fair! i dont understand what it is that i did wrong.” seunghan pleaded, quickly pulling his sweaty jersey off and changing into a clean tee as he begged the coach to let him play.

“seunghan please. you know i wouldnt bench my star player without a reason. even if its nationals, what you did was beyond unacceptable.” coach myung gestured to his nephew who was sitting on a bench with an ice pack to his swollen cheek.

myung jaehyun may have been a good player, but he wouldn’t have made it on the team if his uncle hadn’t been the coach. in doing so, he got away with almost anything with little to no consequences making him one of the most feared players in comparison to seunghan, who was the most respected.

“he yelled profanities at me and hit on our manager, y/n! not to mention how he came at me first?” seunghan defended himself, pointing to his bruised eye.

“hong seunghan that is more than enough! i’ve had it with you. you’re benched for the rest of the season. i don’t care who started what but i will not tolerate this behavior. not on my team. when you come back here tomorrow i’d expect you best have your attitude straightened up. everyone is dismissed.” the coach announced with not another word as he left the locker room, with the rest of the team following behind.

“damn it!” seunghan yelled, punching his locker in anger and disappointment.

“you really thought he’d let you play after that?” jaehyun scoffed. “you need a reality check, hong.”

“you’re still here?.. get out.”

“like my parents aren’t the ones who own the place? besides. the only reason you’re still here is because you’re dating the manager. i would’ve had a better chance anyway”

“i said get the fuck out. unless you want me to fuck up your other cheek too.”

“some nerve.” he muttered before walking through the door.

seunghan sighed, grabbing his jersey to go and sit in the dugout up until he saw you getting ready to leave.

“thought you left already.” seunghan whispered, knowing you heard everything. he didn’t want to disappoint you any further.

“oh seunghan..” you sighed, leaving your bag to go up to him and fix his messy bangs.

“i would try to-” “just please stay.” he begged as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your hair.

“seunghan..”

“..please?”

“…okay.” you nodded, letting him lead you to the field and to their dugout.

“whats on your mind?”

“i just dont get it.” seunghan spoke, looking into the pink horizon before turning to meet your eyes.

“get what?”

“why such jerks like myung jaehyun think theyre so much better than everyone else because theyre born into nepotism. it defeats everything ive worked so hard for.”

“he thinks hes better because hes privileged. but it doesnt mean that he actually is, babe.”

“i guess.”

“what if i talk to coach myung to let you play tomorrow? i know he wont let you play for the rest of the season but maybe tomorrow at least, hopefully.”

“you dont have to.”

“i know how happy baseball makes you. i couldnt just sit and watch you be so disappointed while you deserve to be out there. its worth a try.” you reassure him.

“i dont deserve you.” he muttered.

“this team doesnt deserve you. they mistreat you. thats why i wanted you to come with me to play varsity in the states, where i’d be the new manager.”

“that doesn’t sound too bad. maybe i’ll just finish off this season first.”

“it’s your choice, but there’s a better opportunity there than however little the myungs have to offer.”

after a few moments you both left the dugout to walk the stadium, passing under the bleachers and beyond the closed food stands before finding a seat with a good view of the field, and the sunset.

you stayed there at the stadium with him for a little while longer before you get up, telling him you have to go.

“i know they have no chance of advancing without you. he has to let you play. you’ll hit me a homerun won’t you?”

“always.” he chuckled. “it’ll be going, going, gone.”

#locker room archives ! ★#gyuvision - riize #riize smut #gyuvision #riize x reader #seunghan x reader #seunghan smut #seunghan fluff #riize fluff #riize imagines #seunghan imagines

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crusty-chronicles · 4 months

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Kite As A Dad Headcannons

An: You can't make me shut up about this man 😤😤. He deserves so much love and I'm not ready for Ch 16 of Moon and Sun. Fluff, lots of fluff.

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Kite, to put it quite simply, is a great father.

He never thought he'd ever have kids of his own. He always felt he was too busy, and relationships never tended to last with his line of work. But his perspective began to change when he met you.

He was content having you in his life. One of the only constants. He was content having the boys stop by occasionally. Already treating them like his own. And a part of him thought that was the closest the two of you would ever get to having kids.

So imagine his shock when you told him you were pregnant.

The surprise when he could see two little blimps of life inside you instead of one.

He's the type of father that when his little girl is older, doesn't mind her giving him ‘makeovers’. Who doesn't bat an eye when she starts applying splotchy eyeshadow to ‘make him pretty.’ Who lets her braid his hair and put all of her glittery clips in. Who makes sure to sit in on every tea party, tiara and all, just to see her smile.

He's the type of father who can never say no when his son asks to go on a fishing trip. Who teaches him all his favorite tricks for the perfect catch. Who listens to him rant excitedly about the trout he caught, listing off each and every fact from the top of his head. Who is more than supportive when he decides to be a hunter just like his father.

But even in the early stages he seemed to excel.

Kite is the type of dad to listen and nod his head when his two infants start babbling. Cooing a ‘mhmm’ and a ‘your’re absolutely right.’ Acting as if he really understands what they're saying. Who, when they make little grabby gestures, always seems to know what they want. Whether they just want to be held or fed, he just knows.

Who, instead of being grossed out when there's a bit of spittle on his shoulder, laughs it off instead. He'll set his little girl down to clean it off, only for his boy to drool on his boot next. Who'd rather it be that then the throw-up currently on the front of your shirt. And who, when you eye him with a mischievous smirk asking for a hug, flees while the twins giggle and laugh at the sight.

He's the type of father to beam with pride when his kids start speaking. Who, after being gone for a few weeks on an expedition, returns home to hear his two toddlers arguing in their playpen. ‘Gib me!’ from his son trying to pull the pacifier from his sister's mouth. A ‘No! Maaaa!’ from his daughter. And he's definitely the type who's heart melts when they turn around and coo ‘Dada’ at him for the first time.

He's the type of dad who absolutely adores the fact that both of his children look exactly like you. From your hair to your eyes, they were both mini copies of you. Who loves you with his whole heart, and in turn loves his kids just as much, if not more.

He's the type of father Who tries to be around more for you and them. Who makes sure he's not gone for more than a few weeks at a time so he doesn't miss any major milestones. Who immediately steps up to help you with the twins, and who tells you to rest so you don't overwork yourself.

Who wants to be able to give his kids everything he never had as a child. Including a home filled with warmth and love.

Who likes to tease you after a night of intimacy by placing a hand on your tummy and whispering, “Maybe we should have just one more. But knowing our luck,we'd end up with two again.”

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This is how I cope!!!! I'm still not over MatPat 😞

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bloodybreakupscene · 2 years

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Can we get some Robin Arellano or/and Bruce Yamada fluff? It can be anything your heart desires, I just think your work is adorable and we always need more great writing <33

-> 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋!!

bruce yamada + robin arellano x reader

-> bruce and robin are trying to make advances towards you. . .at the same time.

-> (this isn't angst it's comedy i promise 😣😣)

-> OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! it's probably stupid but comments and inbox asks like these always make me so happy, i'm so glad that you like my writing!! ur so so so sweet and i really appreciate it <33 hearts for u 🫶🫶 also i haven't reread this yet so sorry if it's inaccurate or ooc 😞😞

"thanks, come again!" the florist said, waving at bruce as he walked out the door.

he held onto the bouquet of red chrysanthemums and walked towards his bike. he kicked up the kickstand and hopped onto the bike. he pedaled and pedaled until he was at the front of the school. it was february fourteenth and the school was decked out in different shades of pink and red. his plan was to give you these flowers and then watch as you fall for him as he did for you. he parked his bike in the bike rack and went to wait for you.

bruce heard the whispers of people talking about him, like; who were those for? i wonder who those are for, and i think there for ___, someone he didn't even know. he held a bright smile as he saw you finally walk into school, you were fidgeting with the straps on your backpack when you saw bruce approach you with some red flowers.

his face flushed red and he started to second guess himself, maybe he wasn't ready for this yet, "here, uh, i got you these, for valentine's day!"

"wait, really? this is so pretty, thank you so much!" you thanked, giving him a hug as the people walking passed you guys 'awed' and gossiped about you two.

bruce walked you to your class and you both talked about school, baseball, anything and everything you thought was interesting enough to make a conversation about.

"alright, well, bye bruce! i'll see you later." you waved and went to sit down in your seat.

you put the flowers in your bag and took out your notebook and algebra textbook. not having anyone sit next to you began to get to you because you started doodling on the bottom right corner of the off white paper. five minutes went by and the bell finally rung, interrupting your autopilot like state.

"hey, (y/n)." robin tapped on your shoulder, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a short second after.

"hi! what's up?" you smiled, robin reciprocating the gesture.

"mm', nothing. got in a fight the other day, but uh, nothing really interesting." he said, subtly trying to impress you by showing you his bloodied bandaged hands.

"aw, looks like it hurts. are you—." you were interrupted by the teacher finally starting the lesson, the screech of the chalk on the blackboard making you cringe slightly. while you searched through your backpack for a pencil, robin noticed the dark red flowers wedged between your textbooks and notebooks.

"who're the flowers from?" he asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening and not jealous as possible.

"huh? oh, they're from bruce, i don't know if you've heard about him." you responded, not looking at him and instead at the board and then your paper.

"yeah i have, he's alright." he shrugged, focusing on the window that showed the outside.

the period passed and all robin could really think about was you, and bruce i guess but he wasn't the main focus. he gave you flowers? just because it was valentine's day or whatever? robin could give you flowers everyday, but he's not lame, so he'll do something better for you. the bell rung which signaled the time for second period to start.

"bye robin!" you called, giving him a quick hug and walking towards your next period.

—

you and bruce decided to eat lunch together in the field outside of the school buildings. as you were eating your food, bruce asked you a question.

"um, i have a game this weekend, do you wanna come watch?"

"aw, i'm really sorry bruce but i'm busy that day." you responded, not trying to be specific about as to not be rude.

"oh, that's fine, don't be sorry. what are you doing?"

"i'm going to the movies with my friend robin, i'll definitely be able to go to your next game though!" you said, trying to cheer him up, noticing his shift in tone.

"haha, good then." he laughed. bruce heard of robin, he was sort of a delinquent, someone who fought and caused trouble if provoked. he couldn't possibly like you, not as much as he did at least. as you both sat in content silence, bruce thought of how violent robin was. i mean, he heard about the fight between him and that one dude a while ago. did you like him? did you like bad boys?

before dropping you off at your next class he wrapped his arms around you and held you for a few moments, you hugged him back and watched as he walked to his next class, probably a few minutes late due to the fact that your classes were on the opposite sides of the school, but it was worth it for you. see, he can be a bad boy if that's what your into, he thought.

bruce zoned out while in class as he finished his work early and didn't have anything else to do. jotting down random doodles in the corner of his worksheet. he sighed and looked around the room, focusing on random miniscule details throughout the classroom, the 'READ' poster falling off the wall, hanging on by one pin. the bookshelf filled with extra textbooks. he noticed the opening of the door and like the rest of the kids in the class he turned to look at who walked in.

robin walked into the classroom ten minutes later than the second bell, signaling the start of class. he walked in and ignored the short stares at him, except for bruce. he glared and the other and then sat down at his seat, opting to stare at the window instead of completing his work.

bruce rolled his eyes; who does this kid think he is, he thought.

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robin knocked on your door with a rose in his left hand. he shifted from left to right awkwardly as he waited for you to open the door. to kill time, he thought of movies he think you’d like; halloween? nah, the plot sounds kinda lame, texas chainsaw massacre? that sounds more badass.

"robin? are you okay?" you asked, wondering why he was staring at the ground for so long. you walked out a few minutes after he knocked and were confused as to why he was looking at the floor.

"huh—? OH, (y/n), you ready?"

"yeah, let's go," you grabbed his hand, starting to walk to the movie theater together. he felt more confident in himself now, you both approached the ticket booth in front and ordered tickets to the new horror movie coming out, texas chainsaw massacre. the title put you off a bit but robin seemed excited to see it so you tried to shake your nerves away.

an hour and twenty-three minutes passed and you both exited the theater, your house wasn't far from here and so you both stopped by various shops on your way back. it was mostly you shopping as robin didn't feel like getting anything but wanted to stay for you. as you were walking past a small ballpark you noticed a game was going on. squinting to get a better focus on who was at home base.

"it's bruce! maybe we can find some seats?"

"i don't know (y/n), aren't we late or something?"

"yeah a little, but your friend finney's there too."

"ugh, fine we can go." he rolled his eyes and you both walked to the fence where you could look into the game clearly, much clearer than the bleachers in your opinion. robin crossed his arms as he watched bruce play, praying that he trips or falls and makes an idiot out of himself.

as bruce missed the second ball he looked around, and saw you. oh god, i'm gonna fail; he thought. gaining his courage yet again, he was able to hit the ball, and got a home run. it was worth it when he was able to focus on your cheer amongst the crowd. his chest filled with pride as he walked over to you and, oh, robin.

"hey!! you did amazing out there! i do feel bad for missing most of your game though." you complimented, not paying attention to the weird look robin was giving bruce.

"thank you! it's honestly not a big deal. i'm glad you showed up anyway." he smiled, admiring your facial features, ignoring robin completely.

"yeah you did fine, let's go." robin said, wanting to leave this stuffy baseball field already. he held onto your arm and gripped your bicep gently.

"oh are you guys on a date or. . . ?" bruce questioned, a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"oh no, we're just hanging out, but we should get going soon, i'll see you tomorrow." you gave him a hug, holding him dearly.

"yeah, i'll see you tomorrow." he waved as you walked away, red blush all over his face. he tried to ignore the 'ooo's from his teammates but failed as he got even more red and giggly at the memory of you hugging him. the moment was so perfect he almost forgot robin was there, which made it even better. robin got to witness you hugging him. bruce biked home that day and passed a record store, maybe he could take you there tomorrow.

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moonjxsung · 13 days

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Hi STAR!! Reading 'Visions of you in solitude' really left an impact on me and i could not stop thinking about it ever since i laid my eyes on it😭😭😭😭 so i thought of painting an illustration for it.

Painting really helps me ease off any heavy emotions that i go through so i decided to do this :3

Here goes nothing ><

HELP IDK IF IT LOOKS BAD, I JUST POURED EVERYTHING INTO THIS😭

Hope you like it pookie, this is dedicated to your amazing work🫶🏻🫶🏻🥹

P.s: i love Hyunjin😞🫶🏻

OHHHHHH MY GOD…… HOLYYYYY SHIT………. I hope you know I physically cried over this and I don’t think I will ever shut up about it for as long as I fucking LIVE

THANK YOU FOR THIS SKLXKSLLAKSLDKDK I’m so fucking overjoyed Voyis resonated with you this heavily??? Like my art compelled somebody else to make art about it THAT IS INSANEEEEEE HOLYYYY FUCK IM SCREAMING

YOU’RE SUCH AN ARTIST TOO the way this is exactly how I imagine the watercolor figures from voyis oh my god the COLORSSS THE SHAPE. IT’S LIKE YOU PULLED IT OUT OF MY BRAIN ?????//!//!/!/!?/?

in all seriousness- thank you ENDLESSLY for this insane artwork this literally has to be top ten moments as an author on here for real. To know the story resonated with you to the point of creation fills a hole in my heart that I don’t think will ever leave my mind for as long as I live and as long as I write. This!!!! Is exactly why I write!!!!!!!! You are EVERYTHING!!!!!!! THIS IS EVERYTHING!!!!!!! Please don’t ever stop creating art like this and please know this little action has had such a profound impact on my own perspective of my writing like you wouldn’t believe. You are a real artist and I hope you never stop doing what you do and loving the media you consume with your entire heart like this. I feel like I’m forever changed as a person because of this sweet gesture oh my god I can’t stop CRYING

Voyis is dedicated to all the artists like yourself, the lovers, the dreamers and the people who make this world a better place with their art. Voyis is dedicated to people like you and I hope you always remember it!!!! ❤️ thank you so much I feel like I have no words to express my gratitude. wowwowowowow !!!!!!!

(Ps I love Hyunjin too RAHHHHH)

#ask #crying #top ten moonjxsung moments #guys #this blog doesn’t feel real sometimes like #what started as a hobby has people created shit like THIS #unreal #I love you so much wow #fic feedback

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bangtanstanst · 1 year

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Once a Killer | 12

prologue • part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven • part eight • part nine • part ten • part eleven • part twelve • part thirteen • part fourteen

When you left your hometown, you left behind everything you knew and you never looked back. Now, years later, you’re living life on your own terms. But when your past comes back to haunt you, you find yourself at a crossroads once more. There’s just one thing you know for sure – you will not run away anymore. No matter how hard it gets.

≽ pairing: taehyung x reader ≽ genre: mafia/cop au, angst, hints of fluff (but more so in the other chapters oops) ≽ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, guns, hints/mentions/threats of death ≽ word count: 4k

a/n: hi friends, I hope you're doing well!! I'm still not quite over the fact that seokjin has now officially enlisted oh god iT'S STARTING, but alas – two years to go😞✊ Anyways, I hope you enjoy this new part of oak; things are really ramping up!!

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You’re staring down at the glass of water in your hands, the chatter – or rather, shouting – of the bar’s patrons hammering at your ears, overpowering the music that’s playing in the background. A sense of exhaustion has settled in your muscles; you assume it’s the adrenaline of the day finally starting to wear off. You’re yet to muster up the energy to get up and go home, though– you don’t even know if you should go home at all, considering how you left things with Taehyung, but you can’t exactly stay here all night socialising with– with–

“Welcome back.”

You jolt out of your thoughts and look up, lips parting when you see Yoongi has slid onto the bar stool next to you. He’s still in his all-black outfit, his baseball cap now discarded. A strange feeling bubbles in your stomach, and you can’t help but mentally repeat the loud gunshots that had pierced the air mere hours earlier, his latest victim collapsing to the ground right in front of your eyes.

At the same time, the small grin tugging at his lips and the glint of happiness in his eyes bring back memories you never thought you’d ever let yourself relive. Staying up late into the night to finish a movie marathon you severely underestimated, enduring early-morning runs together, eating pizza on the floor of the apartment he helped you move into, trying out Seokjin’s increasingly ridiculous attempts at creating new drinks, making dinner together at his place, your place, his place again…

The warmth in your chest quickly douses when those memories are followed by bloodier, more violent ones. Gun ranges, combat training, days spent preparing for assignments. Sitting on a windy roof for hours on end, waiting for a target to show up before –

“Thanks,” you reply, interrupting your own thoughts and pasting on a bright smile. You suppress the aggressive shivers threatening to run down your spine. “I guess we’ll be working together again soon, after all.”

Yoongi’s grin widens and he nods slowly. “If you kept up on your target practice,” he returns casually, gesturing to Seokjin to ask for a refill.

You tense involuntarily at the implication of his words, though you hide your scowl behind your glass as you take another sip. “I uh… I heard you took another job tonight,” you start slowly, not quite sure why you’d even want to bring it up.

Yoongi softly thanks Seokjin when the man pours more Scotch into his glass. “Jealous, are you?” he asks, his eyebrows raised as he sips from his drink.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Curious is more like it.”

“You’ve got too much cop in you,” he remarks with a teasing smile.

Clearing your throat, you shrug, trying to calm your rapidly increasing heart rate. “Well, I have been working as one for a couple years now.”

“Touché,” Yoongi admits with a smile. He falls silent for a moment, looking at you before turning to stare into his glass. “I can’t tell you much anyway. I don’t really know a name, or a reason,” he elaborates, swirling the amber liquid around before taking a sip. You nod, pretending to understand. The usual, then. “Don’t really need to, though – Jimin said he had it coming,” he finishes, shrugging once more as he puts his glass back down.

“So you still don’t question the things he tells you?”

As soon as you see the look on Yoongi’s face, you know you’ve fucked up. His eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head, ignoring the group of Scouts members cheering in the background for someone to down an entire pint of beer. “I trust his judgement,” he replies slowly. “But I guess we’re different in that sense.”

You hesitate, not wanting to add fuel to the fire you inadvertently started. “I guess there really is too much cop in me,” you joke, which makes him laugh. The tension eases, and you subtly let out a breath.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be back to normal before you know it,” he reassures you even though his words aren’t reassuring at all, and he pats the hand you have resting on the bar.

“As long as I get to go out soon,” you lie through a forced huff. “I’ve been hating the desk work lately.”

He tilts his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. “You should come with me on my next assignment,” he offers. When you blink at him for just a moment, he clears his throat and averts his eyes, shrugs. “I could use the company.”

“I mean, I doubt Jimin would let me do anything of importance this early on,” you return. “So, what– you want me to sit and wait with you on some cold-ass roof just to watch?” you add with a smile, raising a brow. It’s too easy. You’re slipping back into this too easily.

Yoongi takes another sip, his lips curled into a smirk. “I’ll bring snacks,” he offers innocently, setting the glass back down on the bar.

You snort. You notice Seokjin dash past you in the corner of your eye, carrying three giant pints of beer without spilling a single drop. “You’re really desperate for that company, huh?”

“What, I can’t miss you?”

You fall silent and focus your gaze on your water, biting on the inside of your cheek– you would’ve guessed this was coming sometime soon, but you weren’t quite prepared to hear him say it just yet.

He clears his throat. “We’ll talk shop some other time,” he offers, breaking the short silence. “Just drink! Switch that water out for some vodka or something.”

You quickly shake your head in reply, waving his offer away with a small smile. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t take your word for it, and he narrows his eyes and tilts his head at you instead. “You’re sad,” he concludes after a moment. It’s not a question – he knows he’s right.

Letting out a sigh, you nod slowly, looking at your hands as they wrap around your glass. You don’t feel the need to deny it; he’ll know you’re lying, anyway. “Boy trouble,” you reply with an awkward laugh, glancing up at him.

“Seriously? You and that Taehyung guy?” Yoongi inquires, his eyebrows furrowing. When you nod once more, he hums, seeming surprised. “Didn’t think he’d be capable of causing any sort of trouble.”

You grit your teeth when you realise he must’ve seen more of Taehyung than you assumed to confidently form a conclusion like that. That he was probably among those Jimin sent to follow your every step. “Yeah, well, you’re right about that,” you say through a sigh, trying to shake off the eerie sensation weighing on your shoulders. “It was my fault.”

“How come?”

You look up from your glass, your hands tightening around it. “It’s, uh… complicated.”

He chuckles, throwing back the last of his drink. “Always is,” he says, leaning towards you. He puts a warm hand on your arm and sends you a small smile. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”

The look in his eyes is empathetic and his words are confident – it’s both reassuring and horribly off-putting. You fake a smile. “I guess so.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, but he doesn’t pry. “Hey, believe me, you’ll –”

Someone shouts Yoongi’s name and the both of you turn to the source of the voice. You don’t recognise the person that waves him over, but Yoongi waves right back before he turns to you again. “Business,” he tells you, pulling a face that, despite everything, makes you laugh. “I’ll be right back,” he adds, slipping off his barstool. You watch him saunter off, enthusiastically greeting the man that had called him over – an enthusiasm that, you figure, is almost completely faked.

Looking away from Yoongi, you let your gaze glide around the bar, seeing Scouts members chatting to each other, drinking beer, smoking cigarettes they’re most certainly not allowed to even light inside. Jimin is somewhere in the corner, cloaked in the shadows provided by the low lighting of the bar, and you can just make out the subtle frown adorning his forehead. Three people are sitting with him. You vaguely recognise the person he’s talking to and you’re sure he would recognise you, but you’re too tired to walk up to them and put on a show, to pretend to be happy that you’ve returned ‘home’.

Finally, your eyes fall on the door that leads to the back, marked Private. It’s next to the bathrooms, inconspicuous enough that it goes ignored by most.

You glance at Jimin, at Yoongi, back at the door. You’re alone, and no one would bat an eye if you disappeared into the direction of the bathrooms for a few minutes – you could just slip upstairs and see how far you can get.

“Hey,” Seokjin calls from behind the bar, sliding over a glass of beer resting on a napkin. You frown momentarily, though that quickly fades when you notice four numbers scribbled on the flimsy white material, the black ink of his pen bleeding at the edges. 6387. Next to the numbers rests a small, golden key, one that’ll grant you access to Jimin’s office. “Just be careful.”

You can’t help but smile. “You read my mind, Seokjin,” you mutter, and he returns the sentiment with a sharp nod as you swiftly stuff the key and the napkin into your pocket. Sliding off the barstool, you glance at Jimin as you walk up to the back door. He doesn’t notice you, and neither does Yoongi, the both of them too engulfed in business to look up. You fix your eyes straight ahead, taking a breath as you walk towards the bathrooms, pull at the door next to them, and slip inside before anyone can stop you.

You have to force yourself not to rush as you make your way down the dark hallway, up the stairs, straight to Jimin’s office where you know the safe will be, where you know you can find the ledger. Act like you belong. Act like nothing is out of the ordinary– just in case.

As soon as you step into the first-floor hallway, two guys standing at Jimin’s office door pause their conversation and stare at you. Their brows furrow as you approach.

“Do you mind? I gotta get something,” you mutter curtly, raising an eyebrow at them.

“Sorry, no one’s allowed in when the boss isn’t here,” the right one pipes up, straightening his back.

The left one crosses his arms and nods. “Yeah, sorry, sweetheart,” he confirms in a low grumble. “Come back later.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and pulling the key from your pocket. “Would he really give me the goddamn key to his office if he didn’t want me to enter?” you shoot back coldly. “Now go take a piss or something, I don’t need you two idiots spying on me while I’m in there.”

For once, the ‘no questions asked’ culture Jimin has cultivated seems to work in your favour, and the two men fall silent before reluctantly sculking off, moving down the hallway. You stare after them for a moment, eyebrows raised in a surprised expression they might mistake for disdain, and you quickly turn back to the door as they slip into another room.

You fumble with the key for a moment, your hands frustratingly unsteady, but you manage to unlock the entrance soon enough. With a last glance into the hallway, you quickly step inside, locking the door behind you just in case. The key slips back into your pocket and you pause for a moment to catch your breath, the emptiness of Jimin’s dark office only making you much more nervous.

The lights are off and the blinds are shut– it takes you a moment to remember the light switch. As remnants of the loud chatter downstairs penetrate the floor, you quietly flick on the lights and blink as your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. The room looks about the same as the last time you were here, with the dark, wooden desk taking centre stage – it’s completely empty except for a lamp and some pens stalled out to the right, as if they’re waiting for him to come back. Your heart beats hard and fast as you take another breath and walk around the desk, your shoes scuffing against the dark purple rug. All the drawers are closed and likely locked – but a small safe sits next to one of the legs of the desk.

After a quick glance at the door, you crouch down in front of the safe and take a deep breath, slowly letting it back out. You clasp the dial of the combination lock, turning it to the first number – you don’t even have to look at the napkin to remember. 6. The metal softly squeaks as the dial turns and turns. Your hand goes clammy when you hear voices downstairs, but they’re too far away to truly alarm you. 3. Your nerves are driving you nearly insane, but you keep steadily turning the dial, not wanting to make a mistake that will delay you. 8. Outside, people are yelling the lyrics to Piano Man, drunkenly mumbling the words they don’t remember. You might have laughed, had it been a normal evening, had you been with– you shake your head. Not now, not now, not now. With a fortifying breath, you turn the dial one last inch. 7.

Click.

You pull your hand off the dial, gripping the handle to open the heavy door. You cringe inwardly as the hinges creak, and you peek over the desk at the office door. Staying silent for a moment, you listen intently to the sounds outside until you’re sure no one has heard you and is headed your way. You crouch back down to the now open safe, your eyes widening when you see the stacks of money and the small collection of guns laid out in front of you. You take a moment to memorise the way they’re arranged, then take out some of the stacks so you can look behind them.

You gasp.

The innocuous leatherbound notebook is at the back of the safe. Even though it’s hidden underneath more money, you recognise it all too well, and your heart skips a beat out of sheer relief.

Glancing at the door once more, you pull out your phone and dial Jungkook’s private number. With your phone clutched between your ear and your shoulder, the dial tone ringing in your ear, you reach inside the safe. Your hand closes around the ledger and you slowly pull it out– you allow yourself a moment to file through the pages upon pages upon pages of numbers, names, locations, inventory… You can’t help the shocked breath that escapes your lips, the way your eyes widen. This is it.

And then you hear voices outside.

You jolt into action as the voices are joined by heavy footsteps moving down the hallway, closer and closer to you. You lock your phone screen and slip the device back into your pocket, fumbling with the safe’s contents to put them back into place as precisely as you can remember. Your gaze lingers on the guns resting on the top shelf– but you decide against taking one, and you close the safe and spin the dial, hastily pulling at the handle to make sure it’s locked tightly. As you jump up, you shove the ledger into the inner pocket of your jacket – the voices grow closer and closer. You frantically look around for a hiding place, or perhaps some secret getaway route that doesn’t involve jumping out of a window.

Nothing.

You rush up to the door and flick the lights off before you place your ear against the wood and close your eyes, concentrating on the voices. They’re muffled and you can’t catch what they’re saying just yet, but you count at least three people. Your body tenses as they near Jimin’s office and your flight instinct starts to kick in, but you force yourself to stand your ground, choosing to listen rather than actually leaping out of the window before you know where these people are headed in the first place. The door is locked, anyway. It’ll buy you a couple of seconds, in case –

The group stops right in front of the office.

You pull back, stepping aside to press yourself up against the wall next to the doorway, holding your breath as if that will do anything. Laughter echoes through the walls and the voices move on, floating further down the corridor. Your eyes flutter closed and you deflate with a single relieved sigh as you hear another door open. When it falls closed behind them, the hallway is left in silence once more.

Your eyes pop open and you listen to the silence for three counts before you step back in front of the door, turning the lock and opening it just slightly, allowing you to peek through the crack. Your eyes dart around the dark hallway for only a split second before you slip outside, your heart pounding too fast, too hard as you lock the door as quickly and quietly as you can.

Darting back down the corridor, you dash down the stairs, only slowing down when your feet hit the floor of the downstairs hallway. The noise from inside the bar grows louder as you approach the exit, almost reassuring you with the allure of safety amongst a crowd.

You step back into the bar, loud chatter and music pulling you back into a suffocating embrace, and you let out a breath when you turn around to close the door. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment and your heart pounds. You’re safe. You made it– through this part of the plan, that is.

“Y/N?” sounds from behind you and you whirl around to face Yoongi. His brows are furrowed. “Why were you in there?”

You open and close your mouth again and again, only jolting out of your daze when the door to the bathroom falls closed next to you. “Bathroom, I was looking for the bathroom,” you reply quickly, sending him a sheepish smile. The ledger weighs heavily in your pocket, and you fight to pretend all is well. “Took the wrong door, got horribly lost, and, well… found my way back.”

Yoongi gives you a weird look in return, then glances at the closed door behind you, your hand still on the doorknob, before turning back to you. “Right,” he says, blinking a few times before he lets out a laugh. “You sure you’re not drunk?”

You chuckle along with him, shaking your head. “Just distracted, I guess.”

“Well, un-distract yourself. Jimin wants us outside,” he says, nodding to the exit at the other side of the bar. Without another word, he turns around and heads towards it, leaving you to rush to catch up to him. Swallowing your nerves, you follow him through the dense crowd. You glance at the bar as you pass it, hoping for a chance to slip the key back to Seokjin and let him know how it went with a single look– but you don’t spot him anywhere. I’ll let him know later.

Taking a fortifying breath, you quickly join Yoongi’s side. “What does he want us to do?” you ask, sending an apologetic smile to someone you accidentally bump into.

Yoongi glances at you, opening the door with a push. “You’ll see.”

The night is still pitch black and you shiver when the cold air hits you – you wrap your jacket around you more tightly and cross your arms. Still shivering, you follow Yoongi across the street to a parked car as black as the night itself, its perfectly polished exterior reflecting the flickering light from the street lamps. Jimin is already sitting in the passenger’s seat, staring straight ahead. His mouth is sealed, just like the driver’s, who calmly lets his gaze glide over his surroundings as he lazily drums his fingers on the outside of the car door.

“After you.”

A glance at Yoongi reveals no more information than you already have and you open the car door without another word, settling into the seat behind the driver, right in Jimin’s line of vision. He stays silent, only making eye contact with you once via the rearview mirror before looking back at the road in front of him. The look in his eyes is off-putting – you think you spot a glint of anger, but it’s been too long since you’ve had to read his face. You’ve never been sure of anything with him, anyway.

The engine is already humming and the car drives off as soon as Yoongi sits down and slams the door closed with a thud. For a few minutes, silence fills your ears and you start to feel increasingly jittery. The car isn’t exactly small, but you still feel claustrophobic in it – a feeling you fight to hide as best as you can. You look at Yoongi, who stares out the window, his eyes fixed on the buildings as they zoom past. The pale yellow light of the street lamps flickers across his face in a rapidly alternating rotation of shadows and light, shadows and light. It’s dizzying to look at.

You avert your gaze, looking out of your own window. “Where are we going?” you ask eventually, glancing at Jimin.

He keeps his eyes fixed ahead of him, something fierce burning in them. “Warehouse.”

You frown. “In the industrial district?” you inquire, glancing out your window once more. Your suspicions are confirmed when you notice you’re moving further away from the city centre, into the older, more decrepit parts of town. “So we’re either moving inventory, or…” you trail off, your eyes flickering to Yoongi, who has turned his gaze from the scenery to you. The look on his face has hardened, and you blink at him.

“Taking care of other business.”

Silence. “And am I gonna know what that business is, or what?” you press, deciding not to stop trying to find out more until you get a clear sign telling you to shut up.

Jimin glances in the rearview mirror, exchanging looks with Yoongi. “Something’s been brought to my attention tonight and I thought I might as well resolve it right away,” he replies, his eyes scanning the streets in front of him as the car rolls to a stop.

Even though it’s dark outside, you can see you’re in an empty parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse. A single working street lamp illuminates the area in a sickly yellow glow. The building’s windows are completely shattered, broken glass littering the damp asphalt, glinting in the headlights of the car. You narrow your eyes, noticing the black char marks on the walls above the windows, the sharp smell of smoke that floats into the car through the air ducts. Though your surroundings are completely and utterly deserted, you’d venture to guess this is the exact warehouse Jimin cleared out earlier tonight to preempt the raid.

The silence inside the car stretches out and grows more ear-deafening by the second. Unable to bear it for much longer, you open your mouth, about to ask what the hell Jimin is talking about– but you swallow those words when Yoongi moves and your eyes shoot to him.

He takes a gun out of a holster underneath his jacket, weighing it in his hand. He’s gritting his teeth and avoiding eye contact, and there’s a slight shakiness in the breath he lets out. Your heart stops when you realise why he must look so bothered. Breathless, you turn to face Jimin, your brows furrowed in a silent question. What the hell is going on?

He looks over his shoulder, right at you. As it has been since you stepped into the car, his expression is hard and unforgiving – there’s no mistaking the fury that’s written in every line of his face. “We’ve got a rat in our midst.”

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a/n: thanks so so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! I'm very much looking forward to uploading the upcoming parts as well😊 Until then, I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you are💕💕

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5and3nevermind · 3 months

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I just rewatched it so I have to yell about in the soop season 1 yoonmin they are sooo sweet. Especially after their little midweek break where they went back home and ym did the radio vlive…jimin said I want u to long for me more actively and they get back to the soop and yoongi is asking him to play their team fighter tactic game or whatever nonstop and just paying him so much attention 🫠like the whole time they were woodcarving… I swear yoongi could have watched jimin chop wood with that axe all day 😭😭 and this is barely scratching the surface of their ITS antics 😞😞😞😞

How fun! Maybe I should rewatch it too.

Some things that still stand out to me:

- You are right about the woodcarving and Jimin using the ax! Yoongi was so focused on what Jimin was doing. Plus, Yoongi gave Jimin that little safety reminder about wearing gloves. So cute.

- The gaming! There were multiple times that Yoongi asked Jimin to play. At least three that I can think of off the top of my head.

- We can’t forget Yoongi offering to blow out all of the candles in the upper house when Jimin said he doesn’t like scented candles. What a sweet gesture!

- Yoongi said he wanted to work on a song with Jimin (and snuggle in the privacy of the camper?) and apparently over the course of that trip he let Jimin listen to three different songs (Telepathy, Life Goes On, and Amygdala), according to what we’ve seen and what was said later in various interviews. I think that says a lot about Yoongi’s trust in Jimin and his respect for his opinion. Yes, Jimin was the Music PM for BE, but that doesn’t apply to Amygdala, nor does it explain why Yoongi didn’t merely submit his songs to Jimin once they were complete. I think Jimin hearing Amygdala in the camper was a significant moment. That is such a personal song for Yoongi.

- I thought it was interesting how often they sat together for meals. One time, Joon was seated next to Jimin, and Yoongi walked over and gestured for him to scoot over so that he could squeeze between the two of them.

- This doesn’t apply to the second half, but I thought the rooming arrangements were interesting, with Jimin saying he wanted to game with Yoongi all night in the upper house and Yoongi choosing the nearby camper, somewhat isolated from the main house and the rest of the guys.

This is a whole other topic, but I do think yoonmin went through a little rough patch at the beginning of 2020. They were so busy preparing MOTS7 and other projects, thinking they would be going on tour soon, then the chaos and disappointment of the pandemic, etc. But it’s funny because starting in May 2020, all of the sudden things seem so much better. In fact, they seem more solid than ever: everything that happened in ITS, Yoongi suggesting Jimin as Music PM for BE, the radio live and then not too long after that surgery era and we know how that went.

I really see those events in May—ITS, BE album planning and Yoongi’s encouragement, and the radio live—as the start of a trajectory that we continued to see all the way into 2023. 💛

#yoonmin #ask #2020

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astralwukong · 1 year

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// cw negative

skip if u don't want bad vibes i guess?? also i'll delete later.

sorry i need to let it out because if i don't do it now it will happen tomorrow and ruin my enjoyment of the finale.

im gonna need to unfollow some ppl on the bird app after tomorrow... some worry so much over the future of rwby which in turn makes me extremely anxious and expecially if its crwby people bc my head goes "if they don't feel like it will get renewed we are simply FUCKED".... of course they don't mean anything bad by it, they are fans just as much as us and i totally get them gosh knows if i do!! but im umh, divergent. and i genuinely feel sick at the mere thought that this could have been the last volume or that WB will mess up future ones. i genuinely feel like throwing everything away and cry. so i need to stay as far away as possible from the thought bc i fear the effects it has on my well being and mood in the short term at least. hope this makes sense 😞

my two worst fears are a) not getting renewed and b) renewed but fucked over like genlock...new crew new writers and nothing left of the original

and like even if the writers stay the same...all the animators are actually gone. this is just.....heartbreaking. they were the heart of this show, they cared, they knew these characters better than anyone else and contributed to creating their physical and emotional gestures and characteristics over years of work. v10....is gonna be so so different in many ways. it can be a good thing too. but as of now i can only see the negatives of it. not to mention all these wonderful people who have lost their jobs and some even bitterly so. it is......it makes me feel sick.

hopefully i won't make similar posts after tomorrow but i need to tell you, i've been on the verge for two weeks now so uhm if i talk about this again it will be tagged as #negative if you want to filter it. i just really hope we don't have to wait until RTX to get news on V10 bc i don't know if i can handle the stress......i can worry over how v10 is even gonna be like after we get confirmation that its happening...

#this might be a little exagerated but uhm i have cried real tears over this once already...i know its kinda cringe but ... this show means #a lot to me....everything.... to be precise...#negative

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larcenywrites · 9 months

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I think that young!Tony would initially suck at giving gifts because he's a bit nervous, but Maria usually helps him out so it's not that bad. Then as the relationship progresses he gets better and better.

Then the whole Iron Man thing happens... and now he's 100% stressed, anxious, busy, and he knows he's not exactly being the best partner right now because of, well, everything, and he feels really bad. And he tries to make up by doing like big gestures or he's like "ugh fuck, I've been a shitty husband, how do I make up... uhhh gifts. yes. big shiny thing, yeah, buy something, uhhh" and buys you something ridiculous. And the moment he sees your face when you see it he can immediately tell you're trying to pretend you don't hate it 😬 and now he feels even worse. And then he probably just breaks down and starts hugging you and crying and telling you he's sorry about being a shitty husband and everything this whole Iron Man thing is putting you through... and honestly it's kinda like a dam breaking, and he can't stop the tears nor the rambling but honestly he needed to let all of this out so like... just hug him and let him vent. Then get him to book a couple days off and plan some cute and relaxing dates that will make you both feel better and help the relationship too 😉 and maybe also get him to take the night off and get him to help you with dinner, make a homemade date night out of it!

I just want to give him hugs 😭😭😭😭 he really is trying his best but he doesn’t think that way 🥺 and he hates himself anyway ☹️ and then you have to fix it 😞 which honestly makes him feel worse 😖 it’s a vicious cycle and he just needs to be loved 😭😭😭

#anon #anonymous #answered #larstalks

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hunxi-after-hours · 2 years

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hunxi my friend hunxi DYING to know what you thought of 《无双》 and the way it elevated what 《千秋》 thought of women who ran rampant in the jianghu. it is so very dear to my heart. also do you think that they'll live past yang guang's reign are they pigheaded enough 😂😞🤔

ANON and here I thought no one noticed my sneaky updates to my to-read list/currently-reading post but you caught me, I might've read 《无双》 over the past few weeks, I just haven't gotten around to uploading a few Choice Quotes from my phone yet

but YES, let's talk about who runs the world jianghu in 《无双》!

I think one thing that really struck me reading 《无双》 was that only five years had gone by since the events of 《千秋》, but all under heaven has changed so much. I mean, obviously there's the new Sui Dynasty in power but like... the shape of the jianghu has shifted and I don't recognize anyone in it anymore. okay fine I'll admit it, I miss 《千秋》 a lot okay

I think the exponential increase in female characters in 《无双》 is, wildly, directly caused by 《千秋》 itself, and I'm not just referring to the fact that Bai Rong was a hit with the readers (to the point where many readers were shipping qiaorong rather than yanshen and Meng Xishi was like "thank you all for your support for Bai Rong, however this is a danmei novel, so don't get too attached to that ship" for which I will never stop laughing, have you ever seen the central ship in a novel get upstaged by a het ship take that sao lao Yan—), but also to the fact that, well, the events of 《千秋》 resulted in a lot of toxic men getting wiped out of the jianghu, and I'm sure Bai Rong's ensuing leadership of Hehuan Zong can only carve out a better place for women in the jianghu regardless of their origins or cultivation paths

but I also think the shift in the setting from 《千秋》 to 《无双》, from jianghu to courtly politics, is also quite significant — "behind every powerful man is an even more powerful woman" suddenly becomes very applicable here because there are now more families involved with the central thread of the plot, particularly royal ones. and so we have ambassadorial figures like Jin Lian, conspiratorial figures like Bing Xian and Qin Miaoyu, and the (gestures frantically) everything of the women of the Yang/Yuwen family, which got messy rip ladies Yuwen

if the archetypal figure of the jianghu is 云游侠客, the wandering xia hero, free of obligation or family ties or roots in a singular place, then the archetypal figure of courtly politics may well be the scheming of spymasters and strategists, and there's nothing to say that the person hiding their knowing smile behind a demure sip of tea can only be of one gender or another, and so we see the emergence of so many more lovingly crafted female characters in 《无双》, particularly well-connected ones who grow up with an awareness and a deftness for leaning on their relationships, just so, to effect the change that will further their personal agendas in these opening years of a new dynasty

ALSO. also. can we talk about the fact that Meng Xishi strongly implied trans Qiao Xian because I swear my jaw dropped when I read that. the exchange between her and Zhangsun Puti... iconic:

(paraphrased for comedic effect and because I can't be bothered to look it up asdlkafjs) Zhangsun Puti: wait, are you male or female? Qiao Xian: (side-eyes him) aren't you a Buddhist monk? Shouldn't you understand that gender is but a manifestation of the material illusions of the profane world, and doesn't actually matter in the eyes of the Buddha? Zhangsun Puti: damn, you right, forget I asked

anyway. (gestures) love everything going on with her, yes I do realize she does at some point betray Cui Buqu, no that does not reduce my love one bit

#I'd also love to see Qin Miaoyu and Bian Yanmei form a support group for competent jianghu underlings #because I think it'd be Neat and also they could get drunk and bitch about their narcissistic demonic cultivator superiors #this is the true 《千秋》 - 《无双》 crossover we deserve #alkdjfalksjd will fengcui survive past Yang Guang's reign? yes because they're both cockroaches #the sheer NUMBER of times either of them should've died........ inspirational #but if they know what's good for them they'll probably get out of the imperial court once a son takes over rip #《无双》 backlog

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againstacecilia · 1 year

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Ahh hello ceci - sorry to hear about your rent!! That’s so frustrating. 😞💖 I had a little question - if you and Din were celebrating Life Day, what sort of gifts do you think you’d exchange?

Hi friend! Thank you for the support, it's super frustrating, especially since we've been in this place for 5 years at this point and we think they just want us out. 🙃

Awww I love this question. I think Din would want to give you a practical gift at first, something like new blaster packs or that dagger you were eyeing at the last market, but then Grogu gets into your stash of gifts and he sees what you got for them and everything changes. He sees the care you put into their gifts and how personal they are and he decides that you deserve more than ammo. He does get the dagger because, ya know, ✨weapons✨, but he has the Mudhorn signet engraved on it. 🥰

When you exchange the gifts, I feel like it would be intimate and calm, Grogu for once not trying to fly things around the room, his big eyes reflecting the small lights you were able to haggle for and hang around the cockpit. You got Din a new holster (his was barely holding his blaster to his hip), the leather strong and molded to his blaster like those damn orange tipped gloves are to his hands. (😩) He'd only mentioned the holster once, but you'd squirrelled the knowledge away and gotten it commissioned as soon as you could. For Grogu, you'd found several small balls of different colors that lit up whenever they bounced against something and promised the little womp rat he could play with them all as much as he wanted to tomorrow.

When the simple wrapping falls away from the dagger and reveals the Mudhorn along the blade, silver lines your eyes at the gesture. You know what it means, to extend a gift baring the symbol of a Mandalorian's clan, and you stand on sure legs to slip the weapon in your boot, accepting Din's offer. He surges to his feet and wraps you in his armor-less embrace, gently placing his helmet against your forehead. 🥰🥰🥰

The rest of the night I'm sure are sweet and tender but I let this get away from me lolol. Thank you for the ask and for being a wonderful friend. 🥰💖💖

#jess my dearest #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin imagine

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1eaf-me-alone · 2 years

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Hello I'd like to join your match up event:D I'd like both platonic and romantic if possible<3 no worries if not though

Uhm I'm not sure where to start but I'm a female, I'm straight, Asexual, I'm a leo and an infp I'm pretty short 5'0 my hair is waist length and it's a mix of wavy and loose curls as for interests/ hobbies I enjoy drawing also playing games like genshin, minecraft, I also enjoy valorant I've only played a bit though, I like playing chess although I only know the basics, I also enjoy learning new things I'm up for anything I also have a knack for learning very quickly, for personality traits I usually just match someone else's vibe if your more quiet I'll be more quiet, more loud I'll be more loud, and so on I usually try to be friendly and charismatic when meeting someone although it hasn't been working recently😞(I wanna be friends with this guy in my art class but he's very reserved) anyways I'm usually very optimistic though from time to time I'll be pessimistic or realistic I forgot everything else so I guess this is fine😞 ooo actually something fun dates I would go on😍 I love picnics they sound super fun I'd also love to like do pottery with someone anyways

Hope you have a great day<3

I have chosen….. Thoma and Ganyu

(Thoma being Romantic and Ganyu being platonic )

Thoma:

Thoma is very caring for you he’s like your male wife :)

he would cook dinners with you, clean the house with you, take you to small places in Inazuma that you didn’t know. He would definitely take great care of you.

he would take care of your hair too (and if you wanted) he would style your hair in plaits and ponytails.

he would love doing pottery with you, watching you spin the clay as he smiles and wipes off some clay that landed on your chin

you two are just so wholesome together, he will learn to love all the things you love and try to please you too.

He would help you accomplish your personal goals, and be there for you when your upset.

He’s so fun and friendly to be around and it’s hard to ever be mad at him because his personality is so easy going.

He will take you to picnics, packing and cooking the food himself making a variety of different stuff for you to try out, then you’ll follow him outside in a nice sunny day as he sits you on the grass and lays out the picnic mat.

Your probably the type of couple to feed eachother in the picnic too, taking small bites from each others spoons and smiling and laughing in amusement together.

He would gift you flowers and small snacks to eat when you’re busy or overworking and would do small gestures for you everyday.

you both like spending quality time with each other.

Thoma opened the door for you as you walked through and smiled. He held the picnic basket in one hand and yours on the other. Your curls bounced lightly on your head as you walked with a confident stride next to Thoma. Both of you walked through the long grass, as you chose a spot to sit in the warm sun and eat your picnic with him . You lay down next to him, both of you gazing into each other’s eyes and eating the food he had prepared just for you. — — — — — — — —

Ganyu:

You and Ganyu started off quite quiet, both of you were shy- soon enough though you became friends and the more you got to know each other the more confident the two of you became

you two have sleepovers together, pyjama parties and then small snacks at midnight- having fun whilst watching movies and maybe attempting to cook something.

you constantly tell Ganyu to stop overworking, and you worry for her tiredness.

being her friend you try hard to let her loosen up a little and have fun, and you might take her to some nice places to visit.

the first time you met cloud retainer you could see Ganyu’s blush of embarrassment as Cloud retainer went on to talk about the stuff Ganyu did as a small child.

sometimes the two of you will walk around some meadows, you know Ganyu really likes the sweet flowers there, But you’re just there to make sure she actually gets to relax and doesn’t overwork too much.

you are Ganyu’s balance just like she is with you.

you’re quite the quick learner and because of this whenever Ganyu shows something new you tend to get a hang of it quiet easily.

you two are besties, whenever Ganyu is in need you come rushing to help her.

Ganyu admires how friendly you are, she likes that about you. She usually gets tired from people or gets drained but you are different.

both of you are INFP’s and because of that you can understand each other and bond with the other emotionally- you and her can understand the others feelings and that’s a really good thing to have.

Ganyu really likes having your company and she’s happy and lucky to have you as her friend.

“Ganyu I told you not to overwork.” You sighed as you saw Ganyu’s poor state. She lay on her desk, her eyes seemed to be closing and her arm lay on the table. She seemed as if she was about to collapse. “ but I need to keep-” “what you need is rest.” Ganyu tried to argue with you but her fatigue seems to have gotten the better of her as she gives in and she lets you take her to bed to rest. you rolled your eyes and smiled, as you saw Ganyu fast asleep in bed, a look of complete peace and serenity covered her face. — — — — — —

I hope you enjoyed reading this anon :)

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Ps: hope you make friends with that guy in art class :)

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