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viking-raider · 1 year
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Geeks in Love - Cotton Candy Fluff
Summary: You have a secret skill that Henry doesn't know about, but finally decided to present to him, in a thoughtful way.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Soft!Henry, Fluff, Geeks, Supportive Relationship, Shady Mother, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Warhammer, Sneaking, Secretive Behavior, Hidden Skills, Cuddles, Kissing, Gifts, Surprises
Inspiration: This video on Instagram and Henry Cavills Warhammer 40k obsession.
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!
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Henry cocked a brow at his computer monitor as he watched your fourth sneak into his office/man cave, in the last hour. You tiptoed behind him, casting side eyes at him, as you went up to the display shelf the Warhammer 40k minis he had painted were sitting on. Standing there for a moment, trying to act casual, you'd pick one of them up and slowly turn your upper body away from him for a minute or two, before delicately putting the figure back in its place and scurrying out of the room.
Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to trying out Diablo IV. Until, about twenty minutes later, he caught your figure out of the corner of his eye and a smirk spread across his lips. He listened to the soft creaks of the floorboards beneath your creeping toes, while watching your reflection in his monitor.
You picked up yet another one of Henry's minis.
“What are you doing, babe?” He asked, as you put the piece back, startling the life out of you and making himself chuckle.
“Nothing.” You panted, pressing a hand to your thundering heart.
“You've come in here five times, in the last hour, and haven't said a peep to me.” Henry pointed out, smirking.
“I'm sorry.” You cooed, moving over to him. “How's your game going?” You asked, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and gazing at his screen.
“It's going great, thank you.” He answered, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “But that doesn't answer my question, my love.” He purred, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Why are you peeking at my Warhammer Minis?”
A shy and guilty smirk crossed your lips and you quickly hid it in Henry's shoulder. “It's not finished yet.” You confessed against his skin.
“What isn't?” Henry frowned, shaking his head and leaning back in his gaming chair.
“Give me two more days.” You answered, raising your head to look him in the eyes.
A shallow crease formed between Henry's brows, but he nodded his head, trusting you. “All right.” He purred, but didn't let you go as you made to get up out of his lap, holding onto you for a short time longer.
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Two days later, you guided Henry into the dining room, your heart pounding with excitement for what you had to show him, but your hands jittered with nerves that he wouldn't like it. On the dining table sat something covered by a throw blanket that was usually on the back of the couch. You motioned Henry to it, biting the corner of your lip, as he slowly pulled the blanket off.
“I know how it's been driving you crazy, since you finally finished painting your Custodes, that they've been falling over, with the slightest bump of the shelf.” You started to explain in a bubble of anxiety. “So, I decided to make them a little stand.” You pointed to the object he uncovered.
It was several tiered stands, stained nicely, that had lightly padded wells with a finger groove, for every one of Henry's painted minis to comfortably sit inside of. Henry looked it over, his mouth slightly ajar at the craftsmanship you had put into it, unaware you could make something like this, and felt a hard tug on his heart that you had done something so thoughtful for his geeky hobby.
“So, this is why you kept sneaking into my office the other day?” He asked, looking back at you, his handsome face soft with disbelief and love.
“Yeah.” You nodded at him, excited to see he clearly loved it. “I was measuring the stands, so I knew how big to make the sockets for them to sit inside of. Some of them are bigger than others, and I was taking extra measurements.” You explained to him, moving around to the side of the table, picking something off the chair. “I even made you a little box to put them in. So, if maybe, you ever wanted to take them somewhere with you, they had a protective case.”
“The stands fit in it”
He slotted the stands into the box that had the Custodes logo, his name, as well as one of his favorite quotes. “We die, though our war is eternal, We are doomed, but we walk in darkness, We are forgotten, yet the future is our gift to humanity.” He read aloud, then looked at you.
“Why didn't I know you were so good with woodworking and power tools?”
“When my mom found out you were interested in me, she told me to keep it to myself.” You confessed, looking down at your hands. “Because it's unladylike to know how to wield power tools and build something, like a guy. That you, a rich, successful and hot celebrity, would be turned off by it.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up and your eyes burn a little bit at recalling the conversation.
Henry felt a hot stab in his gut, angry at your mother for thinking such a thing of him. “What finally made you decide to show me this side of you?”
“Well,” You rasped, biting your lip for a moment. “I already have you, don't I?” You tried to make light, offering him a weak smile. “But, you did.” You told him, gulping. “You're so comfortable showing your skills, no matter what they are, geeky or otherwise. I finally felt comfortable enough to let go and show this part of myself, to show you the skill that I learned from my dad growing up.”
“This is how I wanted to do it, by making something for your precious minis.”
Henry pulled you against him. “I love it so much, babe.” He smiled, kissing you. “I am proud that you stopped listening to your mum and made it with your own two hands. You know, skills like that would have never turned me off. I find it incredible that you can do something like this.” He said motioning to the piece.
“I'll treasure it forever. Just like I will you.”
“That's a relief.” You giggled, pressing your cheek to his chest, feeling better that you didn't have to hide something you enjoyed from him anymore.
“I'm going to put my minis up!” He said, letting go of you and grabbing the box, before rushing into his office, making you giggle with joy.
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a1307s · 4 months
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Crock Effect
(Jaime Reyes)
[Art is not mine! Credit to Psuede]
Requested by: Moka664441
[Idea inspired by sepia-stained-sunset on tumblr; story called “Core Four Are Each Others' Greatest Weapons Against Parental/Mentor Figures”]
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Y/N
N/N
Word Count: 3268
Warnings and/or Pre-notes:
Cursing
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A couple weeks ago the team got a new member. His name is Jaime and the poor kid has some alien embedded in his back. He's a bit of a mess which leads to a lot of mishaps and a lot of him getting yelled at. It's okay though, entering the hero life is a lot to deal with.
"Jaime!" M'gann yells from the living room.
Everyone in the training room turns towards Jaime to see how he'll react. He pales and his eyes go big.
I roll my eyes before walking towards the bug boy. "What are you doing?" Tim hisses at me, grabbing my arm to pull me back.
"I'm going help Jaime get out of trouble. I'm tired of hearing him get yelled at," I answer, shrugging Rob off of me before continuing my walk.
"Jaime!" M'gann yells again as I get in front of the new member.
"What did you do?" I whisper to him as I glance up and down his body. I haven't gotten the chance to really know Jaime yet. Conner is always super protective when new people join the team. Especially new people that can't control their abilities yet.
"Um..." He says, glancing down at me before looking back towards the kitchen. "I was rushing to make a mac n cheese cup before practice and forgot to add water. I was going to clean it up but Kaldur started before I could."
"Jaime! What did you do to my microwave?" M'gann asks, floating into the training room. Her eyes are hard and her hands are balled up on her hips.
"I-"
"I'm sorry M'g," I say, interrupting Jaime. "I ask Jaime to make me something to eat before sparring which ate up his prep time. I made him feel rushed, I'm sorry," I say again, softening my eyes and sending her a soft smile.
"Oh! It's okay Y/N. I'll go make you something to eat, yes?" M'gann says, all her anger instantly washing from her face before she leaves the room.
Jaime glances between M'gann and me a few times before speaking. "What the hell was that?"
"The baby Crock effect," Robin says, dramatically rolling his eyes to make sure we can see it even with his mask on.
"What's the 'baby Crock effect'?" Jaime asks, glancing at me again before turning back to Tim.
"The 'baby Crock effect' is pretty much that Y/N can do no wrong in the eyes of the OGs."
"I can do wrong! I've gotten in trouble before! I just got yelled at by Nightwing yesterday!" I peep up, crossing my arms and glaring at Batman's mini-me.
"You compromised a mission cause you slipped off a tree branch and gave up our spot. And what did Nightwing do?" Robin bites back, trying to look intimidating.
"He yelled at me, telling me I'm reckless and need to work on my eligibility."
"Exactly! Exactly! He yelled at you and then apologized for raising his voice. If anyone else would have done that, they would have been benched for at least a week and had double training and-" Robin says, but gets cut off from Nightwing slapping him upside the head.
"Stop picking on Y/N," Our leader says before sending me a smile. "Hello Princess."
"Hey Wing-man," I say back, waving at him with a big smile.
"See? Baby Crock effect," Rob says, rubbing the back of his head.
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     After sparring practice we all decided to chill out in Jaime's room and play some video games. I don't really know what video game they're playing nor do I care. I'm just here to support and talk with Cassy. She has a crush on Robin - for god knows why - and wanted uninterrupted goggly eye time.
     "I am going to kill you, bug boy!" Wally yells as he paces the hallway, slamming open bedroom doors. So much for uninterrupted, I guess.
     Everyone in the room sighs and glares at Jaime, who's sat next to Garfield, waiting for his turn on the game. "Now what did you do?" Gar asks, turning towards his friend.
     "Artemis asked me to pop into her room earlier to grab her arrows," Jaime answers, the blue of his armor slowly enveloping him as Wally gets closer.
     "And?" Beast Boy pushes.
     "And I may have stopped to look at Wally's collection and maybe accidentally broke an arrow he had on the shelf."
"You are so dead," Cass says between laughs.
"It's just an arrow. It shouldn't be that big of a deal," Jaime huffs up, trying - but failing - to hide his nervous.
"Ya, just the arrow from the first time my sister and him crossed paths," I mumble, sitting up in Jaime's bed.
"Start your prayers, Reyes," Wally says, slamming open the door. He is pissed. The broken arrow is clenched in his hand, eyebrows pushed so far together that they look like a unibrow, and face so red it matches his hair.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, trying to make my eyes watery to really sell my act. "I didn't mean to break your arrow, Walls."
Just like M'gann, Wally softens when he looks at me. "Don't cry N/N. It's just an object," He says, walking up to the bed to cup my face.
"I'll ask Batman to use my allowance to get it fixed. I promise," I say, forcing out a hick up as I bury my head into Wally's neck.
Wally runs his fingers through my hair and places soft kisses against my head. "Don't worry about it. I'll get it fixed." He smoothers me in more kisses before pulling me off of him. "You're the prettiest little lady," He tells me, kissing my forehead before walking out of the room.
Once the door is closed, Cassy busts out laughing. "Fucking faker," she says between laughs. "It's almost terrifying how easy you play the OGs."
"It's cause she's the baby. 'The prettiest little lady'," Robin says sarcastically.
"Don't be mad that I'm liked more than you, third place," I mumble, sliding off the bed and crawling over to Jaime. "Would you stop getting in trouble today? I can only dig you out so many times before they catch on that I'm covering for you."
"I'll try my best," Jaime says, followed by a nervous laugh.
I look at him for a second, debating if he'll actually stay out of trouble or not. Probably not. "Whatever," I mumble, crawling back into the bed and stretching out next to Cassy again.
"Lucky you, Jaime. Seems like you got adopted by the team sweet heart," Gar teases, handing the game controller to him.
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The past couple days have been pretty peaceful. All the missions have gone smooth, Nightwing - and Batman - have been pretty calm lately, and most importantly Jaime has stayed out of trouble which means the yelling in the mountain has gone down.
In the past week or so, Jaime has started cuddling up to me. I've enjoyed it. He's a funny and sweet guy. That, and it's just nice to know the people you're working with. Apparently he's from Texas and personally, I like myself a cowboy.
Thoughts of Jaime fill my head a bit more than I'd like as I walk through the hallway, heading towards the living area.
Bart - our newest addition - is talking with Jaime and Tim in the living room. Supposedly, Bart is Barry's grandson. Richard tested his DNA and said it's true but I still have a weird feeling about the new speedster. Given, he is a time travel that just appeared in our training room like two days ago so the feeling might be because of that.
"I don't think your mom is going to flip, Dude," Bart says as I stroll through the room.
"I burnt a hole through my Jordans! My Jordans! Do you know how expensive they are? Almost two hundred dollars! How do I even explain how I did it? If I go up and say 'hey mama I've been sneaking around to be a hero and on patrol today I recked my Jordan's, my bad' she'll flip!" Jaime says, looking over his shoes as he panics.
I sit on the couch, listening to the two boys bicker back and forth for awhile. Soon, Nightwing's voice starts filling the room as he walks through. "One second Bats," He says, beelining for me instead of just walking through the room. "Hey princess, you need anything before I pop out to Gotham?" He asks, bending down to kiss my check.
"Hey Wing-man! Hey Batty!" I add, propping up some to get closer to Richard's phone. "Can I have $400?" I ask, plopping back down on the couch.
Nightwing takes out his wallet and starts counting twenties as he continues his conversation with Bruce. "I'll call you before you go to bed, ya?" Richie asks, leaning down to hand me the money and kiss me again but this time he kisses the crown of my head.
"I'll talk to you tonight," I answer, propping up some to give him a side hug before he walks out. I count out the money, splitting it in half. "Here you go," I say, leaning towards Jaime.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asks, eyeing me and the stack of cash.
"Buy new Jordan's? Duh," I answer, shoving the money in his hand before getting up to leave.
"How?" Beetle boy asks, looking at me in disbelief. "How did you just... get that much money? From Nightwing of all people?"
I giggle a little at his disbelief. "Nightwing is like filthy rich. Well, Batman is filthy rich but Nightwing gets to enjoy that money too."
"That doesn't really answer my question," Jaime says, feeling the money like he doesn't believe it's real.
"I don't know... Nightwing has just always given me money when I ask. He blows like a shit ton of money on me at all the parties we go to so four hundred isn't really that big of a deal."
Jaime looks at me in disbelief, his mouth moving like a fish as he struggles to get words out. "Thank you?" He finally says, but he words it more of a question than a statement.
"You're welcome! Make sure you get your sneakers," I say before heading towards Conner's room. I have shopping to do now!
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"You are ground! Grounded from patrol, grounded from going out during team times, grounded from everything, you hear me?!" Kaldur yells, filling the mountain with his voice.
I sit up in my favorite fluffy chair in the library. Perking up at the sound of drama. I know drama can be pretty messy when you're in it but just observing it is pretty fun.
I sneak through the hallways, trying not to make a noise as I snoop out where Kaldur is. I want to know what's going on and who's getting yelled at. Most importantly, I want to know how said person fucked up.
I round the corner into the training room. M'gann's ship is back and surprisingly Batman is here. That means someone really fucked up.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" A voice says. A voice with a certain Hispanic accent.
What trouble did Jaime get himself into this time? Most he something big of the Bat is here to deal with it too.
"I don't care if you meant too or not, you endangered the team. We can't have that happening so until further notice, as soon as you step foot into this mountain you are not leaving unless it's to go home. Am I-"
"Kaldur!" I chirp running into the room. I wiggle my way past Conner, Bart, Richard, and Lagoon to jump on the fish boy. Kaldur catches me, holding me against his torso with his arms wrapped around me. "You didn't tell me you were going on the mission with Conner," I say, running my hands over his buzz cut.
"I'm sorry. It was a last minute decision."
"Still, I like to know you're okay," I say, laying my head on top of the older boy's head.
"Well, I am okay," He says, setting my back down on my feet. "What have you been up to today?" He asks, moving the hair out of my face.
"Well the big bad detective over there was suppose to take me shopping and to get my gala dress yesterday," I say, poking some fun at Bruce. "But he had a meeting so Jaime said he'd take me to pick it up today."
"I already apologized," Bruce teases back, walking up behind me. His cape envelopes me a bit, filling me with the familiar warmth.
"Jaime has been grounded to the mountain," Kaldur says, glancing between Bruce and me.
"But Jaime promised," I pout, feeling Batman shift behind me.
Kaldur sighs through his nose, taking a glance at Jaime before turning toward me again. "Fine, he won't be grounded to the mountain. That doesn't mean you're off the hook though." Kaldur says, turning towards Jaime during the last part.
"Do you have money to go shopping with?" Batman asks, already counting out some cash.
"I have some allowance stored up that I was going to use," I say, a smile playing on my lips as I watch Conner and Richard both pull out their wallets as well. Maybe I am a bit favorited.
"Absolutely not," Bruce says, handing me some cash as he continues to go through his wallet.
     It doesn't take long for Richard to add to the cash pile. "Wing-man, take your money back. You already gave me money this week," I say, trying to give him back the cash he handed to me.
     "Nope," he answers, walking out of the room before I can give it back to him.
     "Have her back before dark," Conner starts, focusing his attention to Jaime as he adds to the stock pile. "And don't be touchy cause I will find out and I will kill you."
     "Uhhh... yes sir," Jaime says, his eyes widening a bit at Conner's threat.
     "Take my credit card too," Bruce says, stepping in front of Sups to add the black rectangle to the pile.
     "I have more than enough, Bats. I don't need your credit card too."
     "Maybe you will. You never know," he says, patting my head before rubbing it, messing my hair up some. "Plus, I have more money than I know what to do with. Might as well spend it."
     "You are all fucking crazy," Jaime mumbles, walking out of the room to change out of his uniform.
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     "So... your family is like crazy rich," Jaime says as we walk down the Happy Harbor strip mall.
     "My family lived in the Gotham ghetto. Well, all of Gotham is pretty much the ghetto but you get the vibe I'm going for," I correct Jaime, stopping outside a store to admire the dress in the window.
     "Don't seem like it. You just got handed what? Seven hundred dollars?"
     "Well if you want to get technical, Batman has a hundred thousand dollar limit on his credit card so I got handed hundred thousand nine hundred dollars," I say, pushing up the store door, causing the bell above it to jingle.
     "And you want me to believe you live in the ghetto?" He asks, looking around at the different displays as I snoop around for something Conner might like.
     "Lived," I correct again, stopping to smell some of the candles. "After Wally and Artemis got a place together Artemis insisted that I moved out of Gotham and either stayed with them in Central City or lived at the mountain with the other members."
Jaime watches me as a check out the candles. I'm thinking the rose one for M'gann and the cinnamon one for Barbra. "So what's the deal with everyone just handing you money then?"
     I hand the candles to Jaime to hold before heading down the next aisle. "Well Batman is a billionaire because of some technology company he inherited from his parents. Then Conner is inheriting Lex Corporation whenever Luther rolls over and dies. So I'm not rich but Nightwing and Conner are."
"Oh," Jaime says, brushing against me as he shifts out of the way for someone to pass. His skin feels warm against my own. "So like I get the whole OGs having a soft spot for you thing cause of Artemis but how'd you manage to soften up Batman?"
     I hum a bit, looming through clothes racks. "Before moving into the mountain to stay with Conner I use to live with Arty and Wally. When they were away on missions I would stay with Nightwing. Aka I use to stay with Batman when they were away."
     "Oh," Jaime says, taking some of the clothes I've picked up out of my arms. "Does that mean one day you'll inherit Lex Corporation?"
     "Hmm... I never thought about that. I mean if Conner never has kids of his own I guess so."
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     "Did you have fun?" I ask Jaime as he helps carry my bags to my room.
     "I mean I wouldn't willingly spend my whole day shopping but it wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," he answers, setting my bags on the floor before flopping on my bed.
     I do mostly the same; taking the time to hang up my gala dress before joining Jaime on my bed.  "So you got to know all about my gold digging ways today, what do I get to know about you in return?" I ask, rolling to my side to look at the boy in my bed. Save a horse, ride a cow- nope. There will be no cowboy riding today.
     "What do you want to know?" He asks, turning his head towards me. It takes me a second to get my thoughts straight, shifting around for basic things I want to know about Jaime while trying to push down the thoughts of kissing him.
“Where are you from?” I ask, wiggling closer to him to test the waters.
“Texas,” He answers, not so secretly glancing down my body.
“Well ya I know that. Where in Texas?” I push, shifting so close that our noses are almost rubbing.
“El Paso,” he whispers as his eyes lock on my lips. Jaime shifts his head up as his hands wrap around my hips. He softly pulls me towards him. I oblige, sliding myself on to his lap. “You know, I usually don’t take a liking to people swooping in to save me,” he says, our lips barely brushing against each others as he talks.
“Ya?” I ask, placing my hands above each of his shoulders to steady myself. Maybe I will be saving a horse tonight.
“Ya, but being saved by a pretty girl like you has been nice,” Jaime says, sliding his hands down to cup my ass.
I close the gap between us, finally pushing my lips against Jaime’s. The kiss is cut short though, by my bedroom door slamming open. “I told you not to be touchy!” Conner yells as he storms into the room.
“Hate to break it to you Reyes but I can’t save you from this one,” I whisper against his lips, teasing the boy under me.
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ineffabildaddy · 4 months
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@celestialcrowley tagged me in an in-depth bio thing (thank u!!!) so here's some stuff about me:
real name: samuel's my full first name so let's say that?
nickname & nickname origins: sam!!! the only people who call me samuel are a couple of my friends when they sort of pretend to scold me, ha. or if they're singing little freak by harry styles but the line is "little freak, samuel" instead of "little freak, jezebel" (i have a tattoo of the words 'little freak' because of how much i love that song. i also am one i guess)
a couple people i know who are lotr fans call me samwise but i haven't read or watched lotr yet so i'm reluctant to accept this as a nickname hehe
sammi is what my sister and my very closest friends call me. if someone i'm not close to calls me that, my sister vetoes lol
ao3: sinchester
social media/s: i have all of the big ones but they're all personal accounts so</3
state country: i'm from the uk. always lived in london, it's the one true love of my life (and it's a character in good omens in its own right, fight me). i will answer ur state question in another way by saying that i usually visit the us once a year (usually for gigs and to see friends) and my last trip was to ny
pets: none</333 my grandparents have two lovely german sheps and a black cat which are my most precious loves though
hobbies: i like reading (fantasy, romance, twentieth-century poetry and nineteenth-century fiction mostly), writing (prose, screenplay and very bad poetry), live music/following tours, vinyl records, tea, whiskey, sitcoms, romcoms, and american traditional tattoos, among other things
personality: i have the most warped and harsh sense of self so i asked my best friend amy to describe my personality. this is what she said:
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favourite holiday: christmas because i love christmas music of the easy listening jazz persuasion, and also because i love a lot of christmas films
favourite food: mac and cheese, bao buns, strawberries
favourite dessert: potentially cheesecake?
favourite colour: baby blue<3
favourite quote/s: "i am an unspeakable of the oscar wilde sort" / "not a southern pansy, the southern pansy", and in the same vein... "i'm not a big fat panda, i'm the big fat panda" / "there are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, they are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever"
favourite book/s: call me by your name (sue me), good omens, the fables series, pride and prejudice (cliched i know sorry, i have read all of austen's work but it's her most popular for a reason), the scott pilgrim series, the spud series, the princess bride
favourite tv shows: good omens, avatar: the last airbender, peep show, supernatural (reluctantly), bob's burgers, arrested development, ghosts, yonderland. it's only just come out of course but honorary mention goes to scott pilgrim takes off
favourite film/s: shrek is my favourite of all time. it's just got everything. trust me, i went to film school (i actually did tho). then we've also got the nightmare before christmas, ferris bueller's day off, scott pilgrim, submarine, clueless, deadpool, the princess bride
favourite character/s: sam winchester, aziraphale, crowley, katara, sokka, jack and sally, kitty (ghosts), lucille bluth, envy adams, wallace wells
favourite actor/s: i've always found this a really difficult one to answer but i'll just say mae whitman because she's been in 3 of my favourite things ever and slayed all of them (avatar: the last airbender, arrested development and scott pilgrim)
favourite song/s: my favourite songs of all time are probably...
a certain romance - arctic monkeys
happiness/the gondola man - elliott smith
i used to be someone - kevin devine
i need some sleep - eels (shrek 2 teehee)
the way i loved you - taylor swift
let's call the whole thing off - louis armstrong and ella fitzgerald
that old feeling - frank sinatra (prefer his earliest version of this song to any other versions but i like ella's rendition too)
favourite music genre/s: i listen to pockets of all different guitar music, some pop and some jazz
favourite podcast/s: braving the elements, which is the official podcast for avatar: the last airbender and the avatarverse in general (hosted by the actor of zuko and the actor of korra!!!)
have you ever met a celebrity: oh god, erm... i've met so many musicians and actors (mostly actors that are less well-known) but i'll just mention the most famous ones. on purpose (some of whom i now regret lol): dua lipa, halsey, frank iero, brendon urie, jared padalecki, jensen ackles, jinkx monsoon (and loads of other drag race queens, but she's my favourite). by accident as they've come into my work: matt berry (i died), rob delaney, a couple of actors from sex education, sharon rooney (i actually bumped into her on the way to work oops). people i see around my local area or my area of work but haven't met: graham coxon from blur, peter capaldi, olly alexander. i know i've forgotten people but they'll come back to me hah - living in north london and working in central london means you do tend to see famous people sometimes
have you ever been to a concert: not sure exactly how many but my estimate is 200+. one band i've seen 37 times alone... but yeah, i follow two tours a year on average and then i'll go to gigs as a one-off for artists i don't commit as hard to lmao
do you collect anything: vinyl and soft toys! i also like to have lots of different interesting teas in my cupboard
do you have any idols: not sure i could call anyone i like an idol of mine but i naturally want to be neil gaiman when i grow up. i also would absolutely love to be as good at words as leonard cohen was. i guess taylor swift because i love her more than almost any other musician and have done since i was 8 years old but... she's a person at the end of the day (and a billionaire which is questionable)
is there a real life friend you can be completely yourself with: i feel i can be entirely myself around @icanbeurangle, among a few other people from different parts of my life. the person who wrote my little personality bio above, along with our mutual friend, and then a couple of friends i've known since school. i've also got friends who started off as internet friends but are now irl friends (the uk is a small place) who come under this category uwu
where would you love to travel to: off the top of my head, new zealand and mexico. i'd also like to see more of wales (i only went once or twice as a small child)
random fact about yourself: i'm an identical twin? it doesn't feel random at all but yeah haha
if you made it this far without falling asleep, well done!!! thank u so much for reading, i hope u didn't bore u to tears<3 i've missed out a couple questions where i addressed them already in a previous answer
no pressure tags (but i want to read up on u all!!!): @raining-stars-somewhere-else @sad-chaos-goblin @crowleyslvt @indigovigilance @icanbeurangle @bowtiepastabitch @genderqueer-hippie
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espeonkin · 4 months
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Honest question: Why do you refuse to speak a word or even share anything against Israel during this time as someone who has connections to it? Why does defending your view of otherkin and furry drama come before defending the real lives of innocent people being killed?
Your online space is ultimately yours to choose what you do with, but this silence is deafening. Pouring blood sweat and tears fighting against some dumb kin jokes made by a few young teens, yet refusing to make a peep over real life genocide and ethnic cleansing being done by a place you frequently visit, is concerning, to say the very least. Please think about this and do better.
hi, i want to preface this response with the fact that while i am going to try to be as eloquent as possible in this response, this is a stressful topic, and i'm probably going to misspeak or forget to include certain things i mean to say because this was an additionally stressful message to receive. i don't want to come off as though i'm refusing to speak at all, though, which is why i'm responding now, instead of after I've had a bit more time to process everything you've said to me.
first, i'd like to address you saying that i "have connections" to israel and "frequently visit" it. i have absolutely no connection to israel. i have no family that lives there, and i have only been there once, four years ago. the only "connection" i have is that i'm jewish, which i don't consider to be a legitimate reason to say i have a connection to israel or especially its government. is that what you're insinuating here? because i'm jewish i'm connected to the state of israel? when i was there, i was personally very uncomfortable with how militarized everything was and frankly wanted nothing more than to leave, but it was a vacation with my family and rabbi, so i couldn't very well leave and go home on my own. and again. this was four years ago and before i was better informed on what the state of israel has done and is continuing to do.
on that note, the reason why i haven't been speaking on the current events related to israel is because it's a very stressful topic for me and i've been going through a rough mental health patch as is already. i can't begin to describe how horrible it feels to hear the constant claims that these are being taken in the name of the religion that i was born into and holds such deep personal value to me even still. i never asked for this. my jewish friends never asked for this. do you know how it feels to have your parents so thoroughly indoctrinated by propaganda that they call you a traitor to your religion for not believing every word that comes from the israeli government? to try so hard to help them unlearn the propaganda only to be met with such thorough resistance? so. please forgive me if i'm trying to make my little corner of the internet just a bit less stressful for me to exist in.
as for the "why is it more important to you to defend your views of otherkin" part, it's because it's less emotionally taxing for me than a literal real world genocide. it's something personal to me, and i'd like to be able to talk about it when possible, but I would like to emphasize that there have been periods where even this has been too much for me to handle and i've had to back off from the topic at points.
i don't like being told to "do better" here. because the fact of the matter is that i know my limits and talking about a literal genocide for weeks on end is frankly not within them. continually exposing myself to travesty when i know it's not within my limits isn't activism, it's emotional self harm. i also would like to know where you heard that i "frequently visit" and "have connections to" israel. or is that something you just came up with because i'm jewish?
i hope i addressed things eloquently enough. sorry if this isn't what you wanted to hear, or if i forgot anything in efforts to make a faster response. i hope this answer is sincere to you.
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kaldurcalm · 2 months
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Unrequited - Astarion and a character of your choice. :)
Send me a "Unrequited" and I'll write a drabble about one character longing for the other
I think I'll just... take this opportunity to write a scene that's been in my head for a while.
~::~
Her daily walk was standard, at this point. She'd made it clear to everyone that if she didn't get some alone time, she was going to explode, and that they shouldn't start looking for her until at least an hour had passed.
Not standard: random encounters with half naked camp-mates in the middle of the forest.
Normally, she would have walked away and continued about her business, but his attention was focused solely on her, and she couldn't help but laugh at his word choice.
"Well I know that's a damn lie." she crosses one arm and shifts her weight to one leg.
His movements stutter a bit. Clearly, he wasn't expecting that answer. She watches, amused, as he tries to recover.
"You said it yourself--not all attraction is exactly... conventional. I was by myself in an unfamiliar place after being kidnapped by mindflayers, can you really blame me for not swooning the moment I saw you? I needed to see for myself what sort of person you were--and I have. My first impression was right. You're practically irresistible with that charm of yours."
All this earned him was another chuckle--although she did look away.
"Look, even if that's the case, I... don't think I can give you what you want. I'm sorry."
She moves as though to leave, but he's not ready to give up yet.
"I'm not asking for forever--I just want to have some fun! You've felt it too, haven't you? There's a connection here. We both know it."
She's trying to look anywhere but at him, and it's not exactly due to his lack of attire.
"That's... part of the problem. I know you just want sex. If I wanted that, I would do it with someone I can leave in the morning, not with someone I camp with. I just... need time and space to process, and camp doesn't really allow for that, you know?"
She lifts her eyes a bit to meet his, holding her arm self-consciously.
He advances a bit more, determined to make a final effort to put her at ease.
"If time and space is what you need, I can give you that! You won't see or hear a peep out of me until you want to, I promise. I'll be like a ghost. You won't even know I'm there!"
She backs off a little, shaking her head.
"I can't. I'm sorry. I can offer you a walk? I know it might seem a poor consolation prize to you, but... I don't ask anyone else to join me. So please take that for what it's worth."
He considers he for a moment, eyes narrowing, before he comes to his conclusion.
"I think I'd like that."
~::~
I want everyone to know that this asker took like, one hour to answer the prompt I sent for this ask game and has written many things since then.
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If you're at all interested in the beginning of this series of posts then I suggest that you check out this post here! This post will be about:
MERCURY & VENUS
In my last post I said something about the outward/inward planets, right? Well these two are what I define as outward planets.
Mercury:
See, Mercury can be associated with a couple different numbers; I personally associate it with the number 5. And, it's also very commonly associated with communication. I also associate it with skills (natural or acquired), agility, thinking, and learning! The colors may vary from person to person; but I generally associate this planet with pale yellow or gray colors.
Venus:
Ah, love.. something that's intangibly beautiful. To me, this planet is associated with the number 6; and color wise I usually go with pinks/aquas. The influence that it holds is over things like friendships, emotions, sociability, artistry, values, and luxury.
So, I'm sorry that I hadn't posted anything until now; I'm currently in the process of moving to a different state!
But! I'm also working on another series of posts, which will be on Numerology! Once I post it, I'll try linking everything to where they were first mentioned... Or maybe I'll make one super long post with all the numbers I'm willing to go over.. Haven't decided yet!
I'll do my best to keep you peeps posted! In the meantime, feel free to send me asks and whatnot!! I'd be more than happy to answer those!
Have a lovely day!
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musette22 · 5 years
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Girl you are beautiful. I’m so glad you have met Seb, hopefully get get to meet Chris soon. I had the chance to see them in Atlanta when they were filming but was not able to due to other work commitments and I’ll never forgive myself for not missing it. Hoping I get to meet Seb and Mackie since F&WS are filming here in Atlanta.
Aahh thank you so much, you’re so sweet!! 🙈💕 Aww I’m so sorry you weren’t able to see Chris and Seb in Atlanta, that sucks! Pretty darn cool that you’re in Atlanta though, and I hope you’ll get to meet Seb and Mackie soon! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you 🤞🏼🤞🏼
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enhypia · 3 years
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JY ; almost lovers
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almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering
pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader
genre: fluff, angst if you squint
words: roughly 1.4k
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~guides and warnings~
italics - reader speaking
bold - jake speaking
[enclosed] - interviewer speaking
italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking
[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)
heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink
warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing
i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers
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hello~ my name is jake!
and i'm (y/n)
and we're almost lovers
[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]
yes we were
[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]
yup!
i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw
why?
it's free alcohol
[how long have you guys known each other?]
since middle school ??
yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?
[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]
oh no, jake and i weren't friends
*jake laughs and (y/n) grins
we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes
classmates, that's literally just what we were
ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence
yup that
*both laugh
[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]
oh it's the classic project partners thing
we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners
it's like they all collectively agreed to it
yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,
chaos ?
chaos.
*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious
[why didn't you guys get together?]
we were both cowards and dumb with feelings
and jake had to move back to australia
and i had to move back to australia
[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]
,,,, i honestly do not know
yeah same
jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread
i'm sorry about that really
don't worry, it wasn't your fault
*you pat him on the head making him smile widely
[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]
yeah, let's go~
*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins
okay! first question
*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief
why?
[do you still find me attractive?]
*(y/n) bursts out laughing
i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what
no, because it's ridiculous!
whY?
jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet
*jake blushes
so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.
*(y/n) smiles teasingly
*jake rolls his eyes
*(y/n) picks up a card
oh wow
[did you see ever yourself loving me?]
*jake takes a shot
you know that just makes you sus
it's not like you don't know the answer?!!
that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking
shut up *jake grumbles
*you take a shot to make him feel better
the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them
*(y/n) almost chokes
*jake laughs
it's different hearing it out loud
*jake g i g g l e s
just read the next question
[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]
pffft-
i mean
yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia
sure buddy.
*jake :O
but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??
*jake nods in agreement
[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]
oh yeah! we knew about it
yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???
*(y/n) laughs
we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -
*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard
*jake groans
thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.
yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!
*jake :P
*(y/n) :O
i did not
yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish
yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly
*both laugh
*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after
why are you drinking? i'm the one answering
i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself
[do you still have feelings for me?]
*jake turns red and reaches for a shot
moving on-
i'm answering
*(y/n) error404 please restart
*both cannot look each other in the eye
i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??
*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant
because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form
*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment
why~ ?
*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read
*jake laughs
okay let's go,
[do you still think about what could've been?]
goddammit
*(y/n) takes a shot
*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs
yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that
but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"
*please put jake in rice he is not working
*he raises his glass to do a cheers
here's to painful confusion !
and dumb feelings~
*both take a shot
[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]
honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?
yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.
and we were shit at romantic feelings
we aren't kidding, we really were
i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives
rip
*both laugh
[freestyle! ask any question you want]
hmm,,
don't think too much
no <3
*(y/n) rolls their eyes
okay, okay, i have one
this better be good sim.
[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]
.........
*(y/n) is speechless
*(y/n) downs a shot
jake don't ask me out on television
*jake bursts out laughing
i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.
... .. ... .
*(y/n) realizes what they said
*jake literally 👁👄👁
,,,, what?
*(y/n) clears their throat
huh?
nu uh, what did you just say ??
i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?
*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals
you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!
i did not! you need to get your ears checked
*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look
[that's one way to end, huh?]
oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!
*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon
*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy
[is he okay?]
don't worry about him, he's rebooting
*jake glares adorably at (y/n)
we are talking after this
sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog
*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm
[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]
*both blushes at the statement
that's all up to jake, director :D
*jake :O
honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies
*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens
yah~ !
*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera
bye~
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a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33
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deepseavibez · 3 years
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Blindspot || KTH
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Genre - Best Friend; Fear of the Future; Nighttime Memories; Mixed Feelings;
Summary - She believed in more. In better. In bigger. That life was out there waiting to be grabbed with both hands. He's made it his sole purpose to remind her that simple moments were beautiful and meant to be enjoyed... and maybe, she would realize he was one of them.
Warning - (Slight) Angst; Anxiety; Unsure feelings; Fear of the Future; Fluff; Comfort;
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🎶 - I'm Fine - BTS
TAE
‘Tae.’
‘Y/n?’ He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the time, ‘it’s 3am babe.’
‘... I'm sorry for waking you. Sorry. Go back to sleep, it's okay.’
‘Hey, no, no, I'm awake.’ Sitting up, he switched the phone to his other hand and rubbed at his eyes, ‘What's going on.’
‘It’s not important, I swear,’ he could hear her trying to mask her shakiness over the phone. ‘You can go back to sleep.’
He wouldn’t call her out on lying. He knew better than anyone when y/n was in a bad way. Once he asked her, specifically him, what was wrong, she would crumble and he wasn’t there to catch her right now. ‘Y/n. Come on, talk to me.’
‘I can't sleep.’
‘Yeah, no shit,’ he yawned back.
‘I'm so sorry for waking you.’ He could hear the trepidation in her voice.
‘You know better than to apologize for something like that, ‘ he chastised. ‘Babe, tell me about it. Was it a bad dream? Something keeping you up?’
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Y/N
You could hear shuffling over the phone as you searched for an answer. It was hard to put certain emotions into words. You only knew you needed to phone Tae, regretting it too late, when he actually answered. ‘I'm not sure,’ you started awkwardly, ‘I guess. I just don't know where I'm going.’
‘Do you plan on leaving me anytime soon?’ Already pulling your leg, he got you to roll your eyes.
‘No, of course not. I just mean, like, metaphorically.’
Things were a bit...confusing right now.
It had been a long time since you last had to deal with emotions this strong. The voices, getting harder to ignore. You had enough outside negativity to deal with, like family and some friends, all having this certain expectation from you.
It was new for you to rebel, to be who you wanted to be and feel how you wanted to feel without consequences. Choosing a life you solely strived toward, negating the tiny voice in your head saying you were wasting time and you were running out of time and you were not enough.
‘I don't know what I want to do, Tae!’ You burst out, the build up too long, the burden too heavy. ‘I don't have plans. I have a great job, I do. But I don't want to be a PA for the rest of my life and I don't know where to start, where to look, how to choose what I want to do.
I don’t have it figured out, it hasn’t fallen onto my lap, and when I look, I feel like I’m going to waste even more time looking.’
‘Y/n, you know you have a lot more figured out than you give yourself credit for.’ The huskiness of his sleep-leaden voice, comforted you. ‘You have money, a routine stable job, you've worked you way through university and graduated with honors.’ Taehyung did it without effort and he knew you would hear his gruff tone above all others, in a crowd, in a panic, as a voice of reason.
‘I know, and I keep trying to remind myself of that, but it’s just become unbearable. I am running out of time.’ Struggling to remain composed you spoke into the phone as if he was right here, ‘What if I'm still here in ten years, Tae? What if I don't ever figure out my purpose? What if I'm meant to just work and then die? I haven't lived! I haven’t seen the world. I’ve made everyone proud and now I’m the black sheep. I prefer it, It's just-,’
The sound of keys jangling cut you off.
‘Tae,’ you asked tentatively, confusion evident.
‘Hmm.’
‘What are you doing?’ You asked when he provided no further explanation.
‘Are you in pj's right now?’
‘Uh,’ you looked down at your white vest and underwear, just to make sure, ‘yeah, why?’
‘Miss y/n, I didn't know you slept in the nude.’
The protests left you immediately at his teasing, slithering heat under your skin at the very notion. ‘Tae! I am not sleeping in the nude, I have underwear on.’
‘Uh huh, what color are they?’ Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment. You could imagine his smirk, that dumb cocky, arrogant smirk.
He laughed, the sound gruff, infuriating you more, and causing you to giggle back. Because you were the butt of the joke, and you liked his laugh too much. Trying to be mad at him, even when play-fighting or harmless bantering, Taehyung, not a chance.
‘Listen,’ a seriousness settling between you, ‘get dressed, just sweatpants, and a shirt.’
‘Wait, what, why,’
‘Baby, listen for once. Just get dressed and give me five minutes.’
You looked at the blank screen, stunned. Your brain stuck at the word baby, and the effect it had. Your insides were mush, anxiety mollified, despite not knowing what he was about to do next.
‘Babe’, you knew, ‘babe’, you understood, that was normal, routine, best friend. But Baby?
You mulled over it as you discarded your vest, and threw on a loose Celine shirt. Pulling on your black sweats, a pair of socks and air force ones because who knows what this boy was up to, you stopped. You sniffed, once, twice, yep, that was Taehyung’s body wash, but what - oh, you tugged the loose collar toward your nose, yep, this was Tae’s shirt.
You composed yourself, almost deadpan at the small realization. When had he even stripped in your room and why weren’t you there.
Wrapping your messy hair into a bun, you restrained your mind from wandering further.
Your phone beeped from the bed and the screen lit up, a message popping up. ‘Look out your window.’
Peeping out you saw his black Jeep in your driveway. He popped his head out of the driver’s side window and did a two finger salute.
Shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs through the house and out the front door.
‘What are you doing here,’ you asked as soon as he came into view. He looked good, white tee, black sweatpants, you matched, except for his leather jacket and red bandana.
He opened the passenger door on your side and leaned back, giving you a once over. His lips twitched as he rested his eyes on the shirt you wore. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted you in his shirt. You raised your eyebrow playfully, refusing to give life to something like butterflies and heart-eyes when your best friend stood in front of you. Life was complicated enough.
‘You needed me to show up.’ He said it a matter-of-factly, but you knew he wanted to be there for you and you couldn’t, not feel grateful, and a little warm, that he would get into his car drive to you, all because you needed him to.
Not waiting for you to reply, he threw a jersey at you. ‘Its cold,’ his tone left no room for protest and he cocked his head toward the jeep, a sign to get in.
You wrapped it around you silently, not moving, not yet.
‘Well,’ his thumb curled around the top of the steering wheel as the rest of his fingers straightened out, his freehand rising to follow his question, ’Come on, get in.’
‘Where are we going?’ You would have gotten in, you would probably end up wherever he was going to take you anyway, but where was the fun in doing everything obediently. Even puppies had wild streaks.
He raised his eyebrow this time, a smirk teasing his cheek, 'You're brave every night, y/n. But not tonight, not while you're with me, come, trust me, wherever we go I'll keep you safe.'
You turned to close and lock the front door, breathing out slowly, as slow and low as you could, doing your best to work on the constriction around your heart; his words too wiry, too strong, too genuine to forget, too deep to ignore. It made you so... agreeable.
Getting into the Jeep, you felt different as you sat here now, in a seat you had been in too many times to count. It was probably the time and the circumstances. Yeah, some shifts were just because of the time, and the air and because it was silent and the dead of night.
You said nothing more, even though a few minutes earlier you spoke into the phone like you would explode if you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, you would be alone in your head, if you weren’t able to make him understand.
You jumped slightly, as you felt his hand close over yours, and pull it toward him to brush his lips along your knuckles. It was an absent action, maybe, because he stared straight ahead, didn’t spare a glance at you as you stared at the side of his head, making it look like he wasn’t even aware he was doing what he was doing.
Swallowing against the pounding of your heart, you chalked this up too. Night time was vulnerable, everyone was just a little more sensitive, you didn’t have to make it more than it needed to be.
Looking out the window you noted the lights and dark windows, empty parks and streets, doing your best to ignore the heat against your hand, the breath against your knuckles, lips not very far away, that were capable of a lot more.
With some effort, you faded out the intensity of his actions, and as your eyes adjusted you saw familiar figures, and buildings you had driven past numerous times. You knew where you were going.
He pulled up in the parking lot of his safe haven. In retrospect, your safe place should be entirely different, but you were safe with Tae, that said, his peace was where you found yours.
Jumping out of the Jeep, you noted how dark and looming the two story building looked. A huge sign reading 'Blindspot' the only posh part about this place, black metal roller doors, spray painted names across the walls, some of the neon colors standing luminescent against the moonless night.
One would think it was graffiti, but the community knew better, the ones that came and went, some that stopped and never left, knew having your name on the wall was a privilege.
He jumped out too, after grabbing something from the back. Carrying it toward you, you noted his knapsack, and a box of some sort.
Handing it over to you to hold, you took hold of them silently, as he pulled out the keys to open the locks and deadbolt.
You watched him, his actions purposeful but he was at home, knowing which way the locks turned, the catch on the bolt needing to be kicked out a certain way before opening fully; he'd done this a thousand times before.
Lifting up the shutters, the noise too loud for the silent night, he opened the door and guided you in, making you all too aware of his palm in the small of your back. Taking the stuff from your hand and throwing it onto the edge of the ring and he lifted up to close the shutters behind you.
You took notice of the extra shirt that falls out of the pile on the ring, one of your favorites of his actually, grey with black spots, sort of like a giant cookies and cream oreo mix.
The empty gym in front of you was a contrast to the busy days it had. There was a weight section, the bags lined up against the far wall hanging still, having no impact thrown at it to sway the dead weight, and the machines had their own floor upstairs, treadmills overlooking the balustrades to the floor below, by the ring where you stood.
The pool area, directly below you, in the basements where the changing rooms and showers could be found.
It looked small on the outside, but inside there were stories to be told, motivation, encouragement, brotherhood, friendships solidified in stone and a fair share of violent memories with broken bones, broken bonds and broken hearts.
Walls were packed with quotes, anatomy teachings and pictures, schedules, a dedicated to growing trophy case with medals and newspaper clippings, and pictures of staff, members, and the boss, with his best friend.
What Tae didn't continue, was the stereotype of the grunge masculine look that came with gyms. Outside may be black as night, but inside there was color everywhere - a world within.
The punching bags were each a different shade, green, red, yellow and blue. The ring bottom was black, neon orange ropes running along the sides in three consecutive lines, and your personal favorite, a giant pride flag hung on a hook outside his office door.
Toxic masculinity wasn't allowed in Taehyung's gym. You could be yourself, make your own lifestyle choices and still be a good fighter or just work-out. He took it upon himself to punch the teeth out of anyone that thought otherwise. This was what he'd always wanted to do and he made it more than just a place to get healthy.
There were four hours, two for the morning, two for the afternoon, catered only to women. Tae understood that men will be men, no matter how much you tried to change it. And comfort mattered.
Working out and exercising, as much as it seemed, like a chore, it could be enjoyable. It could be a social setting, helping people to open up, and cope, providing the best way for them to be themselves.
You helped him find a premises, helped him choose color schemes, and sat in on interviews. For legal purposes you were an advisor and owned a small share percentage. You didn't want it, but Tae insisted, you were especially grateful when the gym grew into more than you both had expected it to become.
'Y/n,' he waved his hand in front of your face, the action snapping you out of your thoughts.
'Huh, sorry, did you say something?'
He smiled comfortingly, 'Take the jacket off and your shoes.'
Scrunching your eyebrows, you finally asked, 'Tae, what are we doing here?'
'We are,' he started explaining as he ripped open a box in his hand, 'doing something I feel you need.'
Looking at you pointedly, he motioned his eyes to the jacket.
Shucking it off, you took off your shoes and redid your bun for good measure.
'It's strange isn't it,' you voiced out loud. He perked up at your food for thought, fingers fiddling with white tape. 'It's strange, that I know every corner of this place, but I haven't ever put a pair of gloves on.'
He raised his hand absently, a student raising his hand to give an answer, his gaze focused on yours as he did. 'That's because you've never had the need to, I'm here to protect you.'
Turning away, you caught yourself, before you let your heart show in your eyes. You've known Tae for so long, been his best friend for years, why now, why this feeling, this tightness in your chest.
You played it off, and walked over to him, socked feet padding against the wooden floor boards.
Taehyung clicking his tongue startled you out of your effort to feel normal; you found him staring at your socks.
'Y/n, I've told the guys this numerous times, you can't spar in the boxing section with socks. It's a slipping hazard.' No trace of the out of the blue romantic words, he bent down easily removing them from your feet one after the other.
It would be weird, if you weren't already so used to his skinship, his cuddling when he slept over, his hand straying over your shoulder on the couch, or brushing against your waist when he passed you. Yet, his thumb, on your ankle, his hand as he circled and held it, even for just the moment that he laid your foot down after taking off the sock, you felt… taken.
You wanted to snort, the wording completely off, I mean, he had a right over you, always had but-
He came into focus, looking up at you from where he sat, and asked lightly,' Do you wash these.'
Your mouth dropped open, as you watched him hold your purple socks in between two fingers, like it would bite him, or the smell would.
Your knee nudged at the side of his face playfully as you reached to pull him up. He took your socks, holding them properly now and put them in his bag, picking up the white tape he was fidgeting with earlier.
'So, will I be sparring with you today?' You were excited now. You had watched people vent and let themselves be free as they learned technique, let themselves be violent without consequences, the satisfaction on their faces after their sessions.
When he finally reaches you again he finds the catch and opens it out. White athletic tape, used to make arms and wrists stiffer, and to provide better grip, even with sweat and slick.
'No, not today. Let's focus on getting you worked up and tired. If you enjoy it, I'll gladly let you go toe to toe with me.' His eyes held a challenge, an underlying meaning evident.
Offering your hands up freely, he taped your wrists and fingers, you've seen him do it many times, just never on your wrists. Experimentally you shook out your fingers and bent and scrunched your wrist to allow for the right amount of tightness.
'Cocky, aren't you, Mr. Kim,' you side-eyed him.
He leaned into you, his breath teasing yours, 'I am the Coach here, y/n.' You blinked at the nervous fluttering in your chest, his intimidation, usually not directed so closely to you, doing something you couldn't explain, couldn't quite grasp.
Somehow, you should be scared, but it was, hot.
Leaning into him, breath for breath, you matched up, 'Then teach me.'
A slow smile broke out over his lips, playful Tae was back, it let you navigate things easier, you knew what to expect.
'So, I'm boxing the bag,' you deduced. 'I don't see why I need to tire myself out. I don't know how to do this.'
His palms closed over your cheeks, puffing your face up, emphasizing your pout. 'You are frustrated. You can't do anything about any of your emotions tomorrow, y/n. You have to be patient. You have to remind yourself it's a day at a time that gets you to your future. It will always be about patience.'
'Unfortunately, patience is overrated at something to 4am,’ you complained as he let go of your face and bent down to produce a new set of gloves from under the ring. Opening the zip of the bag, he pushed one toward you.
Shaking his head at your antics, not even phased, he strapped the gloves to both your hands and walked toward a bag. 'Come on, try it.'
'Color?'
'The yellow one.' He made to stand behind the bag you chose, and held either side of it, knees bent slightly in a defensive stance.
Feeling slightly out of place, and awkward, you huffed and punched the bag just to humor him.
You stared at it. The fucking thing didn't even move.
He burst out laughing at the comical look on your face.
'Okay, wait no,' he composed himself and came around you. His breath fanned your neck, giving you goosebumps, as he held your wrists and showed you how to punch. 'So straighten your elbow, like this, and pull it back in and see how the gloves are shaped, your forefingers curl above your thumb, so inside your glove your thumb shouldn't be in the fist.'
Nodding as you took in the new information, you did your best not to get distracted as he continued, all too comfortable in his element.
'When your wrist hits the bag don't curl it, let it face the impact head on. See, this is how you do it, so you don't break your wrist.' He made you punch the bag and showed you where your wrist was bending and how to keep it tight.
'Alright, baby,' that word, that goddamn word, 'you good to try again?'
Closing your eyes and swallowing hard, you nodded in answer and shook your head out of the Tae trance.
'Start with a simple combo this time, Jab, Jab, Uppercut, Hook.' You knew the names and their directions. Jab was straight forward, twice fast on the submissive hand as a set-up, the uppercut from downward into the abdomen or chin, depending, and the hook, from the dominant hand rounding off on the face.
'Think of it all y/n,' he encouraged, as he walked to his original position, 'the people, the words, the expectations, the beating up of yourself you do on a daily basis, and just go for it.'
Spreading your legs in a stance, aiming at the bag on his command, you clenched your fists and focused.
'Go'
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'And breathe.'
Breathing heavily you fell flat to the floor, and stared up at the ceiling.
Sweat was in your eyes and your hair, but despite being in dire need of a shower, you felt oddly at ease. Tiny zings of exertion shot through your body as your lungs begged for air and you heard your blood rushing.
The roof was really pretty you thought, the wood positioned in long blocks to form and hold up the gable, grabbing your attention for the first time ever.
You blinked as Tae's face came into view, his hands resting on his knees.
He smirked cutely as he brushed your sweat slicked hair out of your eyes and off your face before reaching down to pick you up off the floor.
Handing you a water bottle, you let him manhandle you as he lifted your form to sit on the edge of the ring, launching himself up to sit next to, a second later.
'How do you feel?' He was proud of himself no doubt, after all, his plan did succeed.
You made a face at him, anyway.
'Hey,' he put both his hands up in mock surrender. 'It worked, didn't it.'
You cut him some slack, this time. 'Yeah, I feel icky, but definitely less worked up.'
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🎶 - Black Swan - BTS
TAE
Taking a swig of the water you had opened in your hand, he looks at the top of your head as he closes it and puts it away.
'Hey.'
She looks up at him, eyes hooded in exhaustion.
He smiles at her. Despite how much he loved her spitfire, she's adorable when she's not talking back.
He knew of the thoughts that crawled up her spine on a daily basis. He knew she had no plan, and it made her hyper that she didn't have one, but she couldn't make one because, what if she chose wrong.
He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to tell her that she could be whatever she wanted to be, and he would fly her across the ocean if she really wanted it; that she didn't need to worry about life so much because he would always take care of her.
'You're too sad.'
She scrunched her eyebrows at him.
'You have the whole weight of the world on your shoulders and you can't do anything about it.' He chose his next words carefully. 'I wish you could take a breather, and let a thought be a thought instead of picking it apart.'
He held up his hand to her when she made to protest.
'You know, things may not feel okay right now, with work, or at home, and in your head. But I've never seen someone adapt like you have. You bounce back, despite how much grit it takes.'
He took the gloves off her hand and carefully unwinded the tape on her fingers.
'I don't have answers y/n. But I do know you have me for a long time and I'm going to be here as you do your thing.'
Placing pressure on each finger he massaged the tightness out of it and flexed it for her.
'I don't know where you're supposed to go, if you were meant to leave and give me a round-the-world heartbreak, I'm not sure who you're supposed to be, I don't even know if you have a higher purpose, it wouldn't surprise me if you did, but you, y/n,' he heaved a sigh as he faced her, his gaze meeting hers, his next words the most important thing she'd need to remember,' you're a good you.'
As he met her eyes, her breath hitched. He heard it. He could see the flush in her face. He knew he was being honest. He knew he meant every word.
A half smile, a heavy acceptance, hands that were so easy to hold, eyes that were never anything but honest, a bond that all but forced a person to keep swimming. That was Taehyung to y/n. And that was y/n to Taehyung.
'You're a really, good you,' he reinforced. 'Right now, it works. I have a feeling it will work for a very long time.'
'I'm scared.' He could hear it in her voice. He heard it back when she was in her room too.
'Nothing is really set in stone, babe. And even though it does feel like you're running out of time, it's something you can't help. It's not what you want to hear but it's true.'
'How do I stop being sad?'
She was deflecting. But he had said it before, it wouldn't be gone tomorrow. Her anxiety and her fears, they will probably never go away.
She had the right way to go about it though. You get through it. Somehow. Some days it's a good cry, some days it's with a punching bag, and some days, it was with a best friend.
'See, now that's why you have me.' He answered confidently, as he put his chest out, his need to have her be okay, her smile, her laugh, his only intentions, his favorite thing these days.
'Oh really, you, why, because you're a clown.'
He feigned offense at the statement. 'Excuse me, I am not a clown, ask anyone that comes in for the 5am rush.'
She looked up at the clock in shock, it was really going half-four. She turned back to him sadly, 'I kept you up all night.'
'It was a fun night,' he replied, the teasing of many other ways to keep him up on the tip of this tongue, deciding against it, he looked away from her. 'You needed me, no amount of sleep is worth that.'
He didn't explain himself, he really didn't mind the lack of sleep. He could easily catch a nap in his office, or head home after half a day. But this, this moment with his best friend, that he wanted to be more, he knew he wouldn't choose to be anywhere else. He knew he'd do it over again too.
Pushing off the ring he grabbed the knapsack and handed her his shirt. 'Change out of that shirt, and use this one, you'll catch a cold, because of the sweat. And let's get you home, you need a hot shower, and sleep. I'll drop by for dinner after work too.'
Finally turning to her, he found she hadn't moved an inch, unshed tears in her eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled her toward him, sweat and all, and held her in his arms. 'You're first y/n, you'll always be first.'
A tender kiss on her head, his words rendering her speechless, and he knew uncharted waters were on the horizon.
This night, things that he'd said, the ways in which she responded, it was going to shift things for them.
But silence was comfortable for them. And she drank his share of coffee while he ate her share of pineapple, because he couldn't stand coffee and she hated pineapple. And he could hold her in his arms and she'd use his shirt while they slept.
It would start small, but he'd show her, the future was bright, she was deserving of more than she understood, she would be protected from her family and expectations and she would learn to remember, purpose or no purpose she wasn't alone, she never would be again.
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¤~°Ghost Marriage: Lovely Bride To Be?! Part 2°~¤
Previously... 
"Your right. You will become my bride and then become a princess."
"Huh?"
(Y/N) could feel her skin turn cold after what Elias said. "Your joking right?" (Y/N) blurted out with fear creeping into her soul. Elias just kept smiling as he placed his cup down on the counter and goes closer to (Y/N). Taking the bear mug from her paleling hands. The Ghost Groom placed it next to the other mug. Elias almost translucent hands holds (Y/N)'s gently.
"No. We will be married twomrrow, my dear princess!" Elias said sweetly like honey. (Y/N) could feel herself grow faint as she falls into the Ghost grooms hold. Then the last thing she could see was her mugs before sleep consumed her body.
Present Time...
"*Yawn~*" Grim found himself awake as he stretches his body. He looks at where (Y/N) was supposed to be. But she wasn't there at all. "Weird.. Did (Y/N) awoke earlier than the Great Grim? She must be down stairs making tuna for breakfast!"
Grim cheers loudly, hopping out of the bed and starts heading down the stairs.
"Tuna~ Tuna~!" Grim sang as he reached the the hallway to the kitchen. He then heard a yell and stopped singing. "You, Trespasser! Stop right there!"
"Huh!?" Grim found himself being surrounded by three ghosts. "Oh it's just the usual ghosts. Or not.. They're wearing something different?" Grim asks himself with confusion.
"This mansion is the prince's and his brides reception hall. It's off limits four outsiders!" One of the odd ghosts yells. "Prince? Bride?? Reception hall??" Grim was growing even more confused than ever before. "I don't get it, but it's my dorm. The outsiders are you guys!" Grim says in retaliation.
"What a proud sentence. Before youngsters like you were born. We decided this place was going to belong to our country!" The leader stated pridefully.
"If you don't want to get out, then we'll drive you away by force! Get out before your beaten up by us!"
"Ffnga!!" Grim cries out in shock as the ghosts rush towards him. Not having a enough time to use his fire breath. Grim flees, rushing towards the exit of the Rambschakle dorm. Yet the ghosts kept chasing after him until he got outside the  gate.
"*Huff, huff!*" Grim pants out of breath. Grim looks behind him to see the ghost guards nowhere in sight. Yet the gate was locked shut to let anyone in the dorm. "Those ghosts took away me and (Y/N)'s dorm. What the hell is happening right now!" Grim growls out after regaining his breath.
Grim heads over to the main campus to talk with the principal about this ghost problem. Once he made it to his office and explained what happened. Mr. Crowley responds with. "Since no one was using the Ramshackle dorm. It became guest house last year before you two arrived."
The headmaster mutters under his breath. "It's that season of the year again.."
"Huh? What do you mean by "season"?" Grim asks confusingly. Mr. Crowley gave a calm smile. "The one who drove you l off is the family of Ghost Groom." The headmaster says simply. "A Ghost Groom? I don't know if that's something we should admire or be scared of..." Grim thought of the Ghost Groom
"Even if you say so. He's still a princes of a destroyed country from a long time ago. The princes always dreamed of getting married to his "dear princess". Sadly before he could fulfil his wish, his life ended right then and there. Even though he became a ghost. He still is looking for his ideal prince..."
"When that season of the year had come. They will search all over Twisted Wonderland to find the perfect bride." Mr. Crowley explained. "It seems like they had chosen Ramshackle dorm as a place to stay when they accomplish their mission. I'm glad they chose one of NRC building for such a occasion!" Mr. Crowley states with pride.
"It's not time for you to be proud! Just drive those troublesome ghosts away!" Grim says furiously. "It would be trouble if we drove them away... *Cough!* Don't you feel sorry for them? Just let them be."
"Why?!" Grim questions angrily. "Because the prince will be looking for a princess that doesn't even exist in our school."
" "A princess that doesn't even exist"? What do you mean by that?"
"Well...The Ghost Groom ideal princess is... Someone who is (Your Height). Someone with smooth looking skin. Someone with kind eyes. A charming smile, a sweet voice that holds determination. Someone with cuticles and soft (h/l) hair. And lips that you would want to kiss unconditionally.~  Those are the terms the ghost groom is looking for."
The headmaster started to laugh. "He is trying to find someone super beautiful and kind. Someone like that doesn't exist, he would have to search everywhere for his ideal princess. Especially at a all boys academy!" The headmaster said, trying to stifle his giggles.
"Wouldn't you agree (Y/N)?" The headmaster says as he waits for the female to answer. But not a single peep was heard. "Huh? Wasn't (Y/N) with you Grim??" Mr. Crowley said with a eyebrow raised in confusion. "No? She wasn't even in the Ramshackle dorm when the ghosts attacked..."
Before the two could ponder over the fact that where the female was. Ortho rushes into the principles office. "Young Shroud, what is the matter?" "Ghosts are taking over the school and kidnapped (Y/N)!!!!"
"Ehh?! Kidnapped?!!" The two idiots yell in sync. Ortho nods his head in agreement. "Yes! Look at this video! It’s last night’s video from the school’s cctv!" Crowley gaped in shocked. "Hey! Please don’t hack the school’s security system!"
Ortho shakes his head and whispers. "Shh, be quiet! I’ll play the video." The younger Shroud pulls out Idias tablet and types in something. Soon Ortho shows the video to the two. The video slowly starts to play.
"*Bzzt... Bzz..*"
The video showed Idia walking about the campus. A slight skip in his step as he walked. "I’ve ordered my favorite manga’s newest print... Along with the spacial mini colored papers. But why is it not delivered by the release date!?" Idia sighs, "it’s a disgrace as an otaku to not get it on the first date.There’s nobody around too, let’s hurry and go to the shop..."
"...ound you..." A unknown voice whispers.
Idia goes quiet, "Eh? Just now... Did I hear someone’s voice?" The unknown voice speaks again. "I finally... found you..." Soon two figures rush past Idia. Though mainly it was a male ghost carrying a, what seemed to be a unconscious (Y/N).
"MY PRINCESS!!!!!!!!" The male ghosts shouts into the air with glee. Not noticing poor Idia who was spooked. "GYAA———!!!!!" He screamed in fear as the ghost flys past him. Then the video ends.
"*Bzzt! Bzzzzzz———*"
The three people in the room went silent. "... this ghost is..." Grim tries to say, but his words turned quiet. Mr. Crowley "Yes... Such a thing... Has happened." Mr. Crowley takes a deep breath. "It seems like the ghost groom has finally found his ideal bride!"
Grim was stares at the Headmaster with fear. "The ideal bride is... (Y/N)!? She’s not at all a princess! She may be kind, nice and stuff. But that's just in her nature! (Y/N)'s always determined because we deal with problems that you or other students give us! And you call her tired grin a charming smile?" Grim states truthfully.
Mr. Crowley starts to mumble a bit. "Huh..?" "(Your Height), kind eyes, sweet voice, charming smile... or not. (h/l) hair.. I think it’s fits the ideal of the ghost prince." Mr. Crowley tells himself quietly.
Ortho (who had heard Mr. Crowley) also agreed with the Headmaster. "Yup. Based on my brothers taste and other students. (Y/N) is cool from every angle. Damn you ghost, what a precise eyes you have!"
"I can’t really agree..." Grim sighs out.
"Anyway, it seems like we have a trouble." Mr Crowley remarks as he placed a gloved finger under his chin. "If (Y/N)'s chosen to be the ghost’s bride, then that means..." "It’s a problem—-!! The three heard a student screamed loudly.
" "It sure is noisy outside!" Mr. Crowley tells himself as he, Ortho and Grim rush outside the office. Standing in the middle of the interior hallway. "What is this riot!" Mr. Crowley yells out.
Ace, who was in hall. Runs up to the three with Deuce beside him. "Headmaster... ah, and also Grim! There’s a problem!" "There are so many ghosts that we haven't seen before. They appeared out of nowhere!" Deuce adds on, "they are taking over the cafeteria and are saying something like. "This will be the ceremony hall of the wedding"! We resisted them, but no matter how much we take them down. The ghosts keep reviving!"
"STOP YOUR STEP!!"
At the end of the hall, Senior Vanrouge and Sebek were conversing with the ghosts knights. "They became angery just because of a mere joke I made about them. Such a bunch of narrow minded ghosts." Lilia jests with ignorance in his tone.
"Ugh, the guys from Diasomnia! Why did you bring these ghosts here?!" Ace yells out in fear. "You naive ghosts who dare to snarl at Lilia. I'll get tid of you guys!" Sebek said with very little amusement.
To be continued...
(Okay! Part 2 is out! I hope you guys liked this and part 1. Notes and reblogs are appreciated (with credit)! Also, if anyone wants to chat or ask questions, hit me up! I wanna here some chapter five theories too.)
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Ok so, questions for OoT: Do Hashi + Madara cheer when Rock Lee kicks Sasuke's ass? If that still happens. Do they save Lee from getting his leg + arm crushed by Gaara's sand? Do Kabuto + Hashirama ever fight one another? If so, does Hashi kick Kabuto's ass? What does Hashi think of Kabuto's regeneration ability? Do Tsuande + Hashirama ever team up + kick ass? Please, I need this so bad. Also maybe Hashi hugging Tsunade when she has her freak out over seeing blood? Please? Does Madara face off with Itachi after Hiruzen dies (if Hiruzen still does die)? Do Hashi + Madara manage to save Sasuke from getting beaten by Itachi when Itachi + Sasuke see one another again in canon, when Naruto is doing his training with Jiraiya? (Also please tell me Madara at least stabs Jiraiya for stealing all of Naruto's saving when Jiraiya had plenty of money himself, AND was supposed to financially support Naruto as Naruto's godfather. If Madara doesn't just outright steal/demand Jiraiya give Naruto his money back or pay him back. That bothered me so much in canon.) I haven't been able to keep up with out of fic stuff in a while because of irl stuff, so I'm sorry if you've already answered these. Just link me, please, if you have?
Hey no worries! OoT is a monster that takes most of my energy to manage, lol, I don't expect everyone to be able to keep up with everything so please don't feel bad or like you're bothering me by asking! I haven't answered most of these questions, I'll answer a few below the cut but not quite all because 1. got to keep a few secrets :P and 2. I don't have specific answers to all of them yet either lol!
Do Hashi + Madara cheer when Rock Lee kicks Sasuke's ass?
Doesn't quite progress to that point! All of Team 7 and Gai's team go out for Sasuke and Lee's fight (here with a slightly different set up and explanation for why Gai's team was outside of the room bc that scene still irritates me in canon lol) but Team 13 gets lost (read: Hashirama and Madara not used to big buildings like the school and Sai laughing as they stumble around) and wanders in right before the fight happens and interrupts it. Even if they had been watching and not interfering they wouldn't be cheering outright I'd say. Hashirama has nothing against Sasuke and neither really does Madara. He doesn't has a grudge from the clan head duel, but Sasuke is a walking trigger for his own trauma that he subconsciously avoids.
Do they save Lee from getting his leg + arm crushed by Gaara's sand?
😶 The Tenten v Gaara fight happens and she's pissed at him so...
Do Kabuto + Hashirama ever fight one another? If so, does Hashi kick Kabuto's ass?
Not in the chunin arc (maybe in search for Tsunade, but probably not? Honestly idk at this point). Kabuto has a very good sense of self-preservation and he pegged them almost immediately as weird kids that he does not want to get involved with.
What does Hashi think of Kabuto's regeneration ability?
Honestly idk. I'm still trying to figure out how to classify it in a way. It's not from the mokuton, that really wouldn't make sense with my lore, but I'm not sure what else it stems from. I'm open to ideas and reactions to this, if anyone wants to suggest something! Otherwise I might make it where Kabuto doesn't have a regeneration ability, but he's such a competent medic, it's like he mimics the ability.
Do Tsuande + Hashirama ever team up + kick ass? Please, I need this so bad. Also maybe Hashi hugging Tsunade when she has her freak out over seeing blood? Please?
Yes, eventually. Their meetings are...rough at first. Hashirama and Madara know how Madara dies at this point and Hashirama has a grudge the size of the five elemental countries against his edo self (which will also be revealed if it's him or a parallel version by this point 😉) and he connects Tsunade to that at first and it puts an initial strain on their relationship. Add in Hashirama is very different from the "god of shinobi" Tsunade grew up with, 5 imo is too young to recognize the flaws and humanity in parents/grandparents so she doesn't have that perspective, and it leads to a clash. Not to mention the giant elephant in the room, Madara, and well...it's just a tough family reunion. I will say though the longer the fic goes on the bigger the "ripples" and canon divergences will be. There's a big moment at the end of the chunin arc that impacts...pretty much everything else in drastic ways. Just be prepared for a pretty sharp diverge!
Does Madara face off with Itachi after Hiruzen dies (if Hiruzen still does die)?
Hiruzen does die but I'm going to be mum about the rest of this 😉 Note I do have plans though 👀
Do Hashi + Madara manage to save Sasuke from getting beaten by Itachi when Itachi + Sasuke see one another again in canon, when Naruto is doing his training with Jiraiya?
Another one that's a mix of I have ideas but not solid enough to commit yet lol. Also the big spoiler at the end of chunin will affect this as you'll see!
Also please tell me Madara at least stabs Jiraiya for stealing all of Naruto's saving when Jiraiya had plenty of money himself, AND was supposed to financially support Naruto as Naruto's godfather. If Madara doesn't just outright steal/demand Jiraiya give Naruto his money back or pay him back. That bothered me so much in canon.
Oh fam, let me just say Madara and Jiraiya do not get along and the hate is mutual. Madara is 12 and he's going to fight that old man for custody of another 12 y/o and win. The money issue will definitely be brought up and dealt with. He, and all of Team 13 really, has zero tolerance for Jiraiya. I try to avoid the cliche "bashing" fic style, but I'm not going to shy away from Jiraiya's shitty canonical behavior and the "heart of gold pervert" is a character archetype that I loathe with the passion of a thousand suns. He's not getting excused for that either. Tsunade and Jiraiya have a complicated relationship with two people (three with Orochimaru) have experienced war and some of the absolute worst that humanity has had to offer and only each other to depend on...but then that trusted friend betrayed you and your boundaries and treating you like an object not a person and suddenly your entire relationship can never be the same (ie the peeping in the bath and almost killing him scene isn't going to be treated like a cute little jokey-joke~ Top 10 things I hated in canon, I can write an entire long post about this alone lol.)
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blackcherrykiss · 3 years
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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.7)
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You fell into a distrustful panic that night now that knew the screams of the woods were also where Jungwon and his friends lived. You weren't sure if you should be scared for those group of boys or be scared of them. You'd be lying to yourself if you tried to believe it was only a coincidence the boys had a place in the forest of violent cries.
You questioned your sanity, were they murderers? Was that their dirty secret?
Your conclusions were endlessly dark, repeating themselves countlessly. You had never wanted to sleep away your thoughts more than ever. Eventually, you got exhausted from your thoughts. It was mentally draining to try and tear apart the possibilities of the situation, you didn't have enough evidence to be so sure. You lay in a cold sweat as you drifted off into a deep but horrible sleep.
You dreamt in full awareness. The boys with blood spilling down their hands and onto their swan white clothes. A red mess everywhere on the cream walls of an orphanage that overflowed with rays of a full moon. Although you were scared of what you were witnessing, you could not wake up even if your life depended on it. It seemed as if the dream had sped up your sleep as you woke in what felt like a few seconds. Calmly, you awoke in the misty autumn morning in a crushed up pile of blankets. You sit up to peel your wispy curtains away from the window to get a good look at the dark forest that steamed with a muddy blue fog. All of the memories of Jungwon yelling at you for just being near the woods flooded your brain as you stared. This time you were determined to search deep into that forest and get to the bottom of its mysteries as it called out to you.
"Y/N I think you're going to be late for your first class." Nana knocked before bursting into your room in full uniform, not a wrinkle on her shirt.
"Y-you're already ready? What time is it?!" You glanced back and forth between your pyjamas and uniform that draped over a random stool as you were too lazy to fold nicely the night before.
"We didn't want to wake you... So we went ahead thinking you'd come down eventually." She yanked you out of bed, gripping your forearms tightly before backing out the door, "Don't be late! We promised we'd keep out of detention this year!"
Within a blink of an eye, you slip into your uniform, slinking your arms through the holes of your blouse and adjusting your legs to be cover by your ashy plaid skirt. With your bag and binder in hand, you sprinted across your campus to the gymnasium where you found yourself arriving, everyone already in the proper athletic attire.
"You're late."  Your health teacher grit her teeth in visible disappointment. Your teacher knew how unlike you it was to be late as your classmate's eyes followed your every movement.
"P-pardon me." You clawed your fingers through your bedhead, speeding to the change room, nervous she'd assign you detention.
You let out the deep breath you were holding in as you got into the empty locker room, frustrated at yourself for waking up so late. You can't help but feel upset that you let your thoughts get the best of you and ruin your perfect attendance. Truly you were ashamed but began to see no point in continuing to rush the pace at which your day was running.
The locker room door opens and you see Kyungeun peep herself inside, "Y/N? You alright?"
You pull your boxy shirt flat down, zipping and tying every spot on your tracksuit jacket, "Yeah, sorry rough morning..."
"No worries, I just said that I had to go to the bathroom but I really just wanted to check on you." She had a motherly sound to her voice which comforted your bad start to the day. Perhaps she was in a good enough mood for you to ask her briefly about her relationship with Sunghoon.
"Kyungeun, I think I need to just clear the air... I saw you with Sunghoon in the library." You tilted your head in regret as to whether or not you were starting off the conversation in the right direction.
"Y-you saw us???" Her face drained to an unrealistic hue, "Lord... Sunghoon will kill me if he finds out you know."
"Stop! What do you mean? He'll kill you? Is it because I know that you two are dating?"
"NO! Nevermind then!" She cut you off right after the question mark in your voice. She looked rather relieved at your response which could only mean their relationship was much different than you had presumed. "I just can't tell you about our relationship I'm s-sorry it's between just us two."
"So then it's okay for him to flirt with my roommate?"
"No? Are you serious right now ?!" Kyungeun panicked.
"So you are dating?" You gave a smug smile.
"It's not that..." She was visibly frustrated not being able to describe herself in words, "I'll tell you this, I'm bound to him..." She ran her index finger along the reddened gash on her neck  He's blackmailing me."
"So you're like his pet?" You held in your laughter, you knew you should be more serious but you had no other way of trying to help Kyungeun express the gist of her relationship.
"I'll tell you another day...  Let's just go before the teacher gets mad at you for taking so long to change."
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After your class full of advanced leg exercises and mediocrely fun games, you got halted by your gym teacher, "Y/N can we speak about how tardy you were today?"
You got fearful of her sentencing you detention, freezing up from your heel upwards, "I'm so sorry, I just had a lot going on last night..."
"Sweetie, I know this is your first late in my class but unfortunately the school does not tolerate tardiness in the way I believe it should be." She tapped her chin a few times, "I have no other choice but to send you to detention but it'll just be a half-hour at lunch." You felt better that it wasn't for a full hour or two after school but you were still dreading the idea.
"Can't you just let me off the hook? I promise it'll never happen again" You pleaded desperately.
"I'm afraid I cannot... If the other teachers or students knew you didn't get sent to detention I could get into trouble for giving you 'special treatment'. I know you didn't mean to love but I cannot afford to lose my job so I'll see you then." She patted one of your shoulders, giving it a little squeeze to cheer you up.
"I understand..." You nod with your head that already hung low.
"It's in the English room down the hall, there is usually only a few students there. Some familiar faces."
...
That rest of your morning would only pull through faster as you got some weird anxiety over walking into the detention room. You could not concentrate at all in the class you had before lunch. You felt as if you were too good for the detention group of kids, but here you were about to join those you criticized. Karma.
"Make sure to answer the questions 8-16 on page 300, you have the rest of the class to do so. Any questions?" Your physics teacher stood with his hands balled up behind his back.
Realizing you had no physics book in your bag after triple checking, you shot your arm up in distress, "ME! I forgot my textbook today... I was in a rush this morning." You faked a polite laugh with the expectation your teacher would have a spare.
"I'm afraid I don't have an extra, anyone willing to share?" The teacher lifted his head to scan the class.
"I could share." Jaeyun winked making your face recoil
"Perfect! You'll probably have to move your stuff to his seat then." Your teacher suggested.
With a thick coat of disappointment, you pulled a chair up to Jaeyun's desk to which he kneed you annoyingly.
Within just a few seconds of settling down, you complained "How the hell am I supposed to write? There is no space... Desks are made for ONE person."
"Okay then don't use my textbook and fall behind" He sneered.
"Wait wait, I just had the greatest idea Jaeyun." He gave you puppy eyes when you said his name, "What if you look for half the answers I do the other half then exchange?" You whispered so the teacher could hear.
"I can't trust you make good answers though..." He jokingly sighed.
"HEY! Okay or work together for every question to get it done twice as fast? Oh wait but then I'll be the one carrying the team... Bummer..." You stretched the corners of your mouth until your lips disappeared.
"I honestly don't feel like doing work so lose-lose." He pouted and rolled his eyes.
"Same... I can't even focus, I'm having a rough morning..." You openly admitted, "I got sent to detention for being late in my first class."
"Detention? Didn't think you were the type." Jaeyun had an unexpectedly sweet giggle which contrasted with his lower tone voice, "Heeseung and Sunghoon get sent often, surprised they aren't kicked out of the school."
"They get sent often?!" Your voice rose to which you quickly quieted down to avoid trouble, "Will I see them there?"
"Why? Looking forward to going now?" Jaeyun whispered with a grin, causing you to scoff.
"As if..." A sudden idea coming to mind, "Say Jaeyun... About the party... Heard you guys have a place in the woods...?" You became aware that you could pry some information out of him that would help you when searching the woods that night.
"Yeah, we do... We don't normally tell people about it." He said casually yet still with some sort of caution.
"So why tell us then?"
"Haven't had any visitors in a while..." Jaeyun toyed with his mechanical pencil, using the plastic part to trace around his lips, "Awfully interested aren't you?" He seemed to have caught on to your intentions, shifting the mood of the conversation around in a full 180.
Suddenly the dream you had earlier slipped into mind, causing you to sit in growing discomfort, "What do you want from my friends and I?"
"Nothing sweetheart... We're more interested in you than your dormmates. You look like someone we know." He laughed like a psycho and it creeped you out how the two of you were just poking lighthearted jokes to something much darker and mysterious, "I know you're afraid of us, you know far more than most girls." His voice dropped to a whisper as he watched the teacher behind you to make sure he didn't see the both of you slacking.
"Kyungeun knows your secrets too she said she'll tell me."
"She's acting like we don't know her secrets." Jaeyun closed his textbook, "Y/N just remember this, Kyungeun is half as bad as we are and half as pure as you are."
"Alright class, that's it for today's class. This textbook assignment won't be due until Friday have a good lunch." The teacher interrupted, causing your conversation with Jaeyun to end on a hanging note.
"Good luck with detention."Jaeyun hushed in your ear.
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p.s, i changed the cover lol don’t make fun of my photoshop skills!
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mosaic-system · 2 years
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I have a little question since I've currently found out about my first alter
Looking back she was with me for at least 2 years, if not even since I was 14 (I had a huge blackout back then that no one could explain where I was walking next to someone who had sexually harassed me for quite some time back then and I realized several days later that all those days since that moment where missing and it kinda felt like I have just been pushed back into my body)
And she's been here for me for quite some time but never talked to me
I did notice something/someone always being with me, kind of like a shadow
And in moments that stressed me out/heavily traumatized it was like that shadow was embracing me and suddenly my feelings just turned numb, like she was protecting me of the bad things I couldn't handle
I am a huge perfectionist and therefore have ignored that part for years, just like my bipolar disorder. I felt like I was broken and I couldn't take it anymore, I was kind of ripping the pieces back in place, hurting myself in doing so
And I just noticed now that I have been hurting those other part too
I'm not quite sure if she's the only one, I always had the feeling there was like this inner child of me that was scarred and hurt but I ignored it because I needed to function (I was bullied, beaten up and already sexually harassed in primary school, so when I was like 6 or 7)
They or only she (I'm still new to this) don't talk to me, I hurt them and I messed up. They/She never talked to me and I want to communicate with them/her
Is there any way to do that? I haven't officially been diagnosed with DID yet, I'll talk this through with an expert on mental illnesses (he's rather focused on bipolar disorder but I just hope he can help me with this too) and with my psychiatrist in our next appointment
I just wanted to ask if it's normal when they don't communicate with you and if you don't really have excess to your headspace
And also if it's a possibility for them to take control but you're still in your own body, moving but it's like her personality is overshadowing mine, changing my reactions, like we co-exist at the same time but she's more present
I just want to fix the things I screwed up and I know I wouldn't have been able to cope without them/her😣I would just like to have a chance to connect with them
Sry if this is too much and too long >-< I don't know anyone with DID irl
Thanks, no matter if you have an answer or not/feel comfortable answering or not❤️
Well, I see you already know my first disclaimer but we’re creatures of habit so: we are not professional peeps and all that jazz
That does not sound like me I think someone is co
Anyways, this sounds like how I met Vanessa, pretty close anyways
Ultimately we don’t really have much to our headspace, every time I try to explain it at all it feels like it’s not correct so I don’t try anymore
But yeah it’s normal to not have any sort of inner world or having very limited knowledge of headspace. It’s taken years of therapy for us to even begin to kind of “make one” as a way for us to be able to communicate with each other
Speaking of communication, it’s always a two way street, even with alters in your own noggin
*knocks on skull*
I can yell and scream mentally for days on end and if no one wants to talk to me, they won’t
The best I can offer is give them as many opportunities as you can. Write little notes about your day in places you can’t miss, write whatever you’d like to know or talk about.
Cliche but meditation I’ve been told helps some systems, just clearing your own thoughts (or quieting them) and just being open to listen without judgement
Sorry I can’t help more, there isn’t an exact science because it’s a personal thing to everyone, both to alters connecting with each other, and even singlets connecting with their own thoughts and feelings
Best of luck,
💜
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andypantsx3 · 3 years
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Uhh sorry if I'm being annoying but can you finish up all of the soft asks that you haven't answered yet?? The fans want MORE lol. But if not, that's okay too :)
Like, all of the ones on the list I haven’t been asked?? You really want this?? I’m literally flattered beyond belief that you want these lol. I’ll throw them under a cut so I don’t clog up any more of anyone’s dash!! Thank you for asking omg.
I think these are all the ones I haven’t gotten yet!!
October - what month were you born in?
January. ❄️ 
Twilight - best friend?
Idk what this question is asking but yes I have one lol. She’s really introverted but has this extremely dry and wicked sense of humor, so literally everything she says is just so cutting lol. She’s super talented, one of those people who you could put in front of any task and she could figure out how to do it, no matter how advanced. I admire her a lot.
Silk - do you like k-pop?
Who doesn’t?? Like almost everyone else, I am big into BTS at the moment lol.
Sunkissed - autumn or spring?
Autumn. This is the best time for activities and I am doing them all; hiking, leaf peeping, apple picking, baking, pumpkin carving, making mulled wine, etc etc. I LOVE IT. 🍁 
Pencil - do you own a journal?
I own one but I never write in it!! I’m one of those clowns who purchases nice stationary with the intention of using it but then never does lol.
Strawberry - favorite fruit?
Strawberries!! They’re so good, they belong in everything.
Skin - what distant relative are you closest to?
I like approximately 0.1% of my relatives, and none of my distant relatives lol.
Aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?
I don’t watch enough things to have one!! 
Cuddles - do you have any pets?
Not yet, but I am getting a dog the second I move!! I need a built in hiking escort and a roommate who cannot comment on the quality of my shower karaoke performances lol.
Lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?
I’m more of a pants or a skirt kind of a girl. I have like one dress reserved for dates, it’s this really deep emerald green that I think looks pretty with my skin tone.
Sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?
Idk enough about them but I used to have a guitar strap with Badtz Maru on it because it was on sale. So he’s my fave lol.
Cream - frozen yogurt flavor?
Original/plain but like stuffed with fresh strawberries and granola. Shit is fire af.
Watermelon - do films ever make you cry?
Only if stuff happens to animals. One time I got roasted by my entire crew because I got really upset during The Meg (the fucking MEG, of all things) because I thought something happened to the dog lmao. (Spoiler alert: the dog survives.)
Sapphos - favorite poet?
Ugh I hate saying it’s a man lol. But Billy Collins!!
Sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?
I cannot find a picture online anywhere but I have this truly heinous dog mug a friend found for me at a Goodwill once and I love it. It’s like a bunch of really annoyed looking wiener dogs in a field of yellow flowers and it says DACHSHUND around the edge in these huge bubbly textured letters. IDK who the fuck the market was for these mugs but I LOVE IT.
Sunset - what are your pronouns?
She/her!
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seventhroses · 3 years
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🌸 Time to blossom (Part 1)
[MONSTA X]
👩🏻 A/N: Have this in my notes for the longest time. Can’t seems to find the motivation to finish it. So I figured maybe posting the 1st part shall do the trick. Pardon any errors as I didn’t proof read them. (Guess who is our male lead)
HERE GOES! ENJOY! 🥰 (Welcome feedback too!) OH! and scroll down for a surprise 🤭
🌠 Geners: Fluff (for now)
It's now 6:10pm and most of your little kiddos and teachers had already went home. You were assigned to doing the closing shift for this whole month and you have 20 more minutes before you end the day.
You frowned, looking down at your favourite kiddo who is sitting on your lap, nodding, drifting in and out of sleep. Your poor baby boy must be hungry and tired. He has one hand holding on to his half-eaten banana and the other grabbing on to your hand for security.
"Joahn sweetie, let's sleep while we wait for mummy ok?" You ask in your softest voice, turning him to face you for a koala hug. He nodded his head as he hugs you tight. You pat him for a bit to get him comfortable and soon after his hands relaxed, and you can hear him sleeping soundly on your chest.
 Time ticking by and then the school phone rang,
"Hi, is this teacher y/n? I'm Joahn's mummy. Is he ok? I'm so sorry, we're caught up with something urgent and couldn't pick him up. I've got Joahn's uncle to pick him up instead and he is on his way now. I'll send you his details and letter of authorisation in a bit." Joahn's mummy informed you in a rushed, feeling apologetic about the inconvenience.
"Hi, Joahn's mummy. He got tired and fell asleep. Don't worry about it, I'll wait for his uncle to come. Do send his information over soon, as I can't release the child unless authorised." You reminded her before saying goodbye and hang up.
While waiting for Joahn's mummy to send the information over, the long awaited doorbell rang.
'Ding Dong~' 'Ding Dong~'
Carefully standing up, with Joahn still sleeping in your arm, you walked slowly towards the door.
Upon reaching the gate before the glass door, you found yourself coming to face with a charming looking young man, smartly dressed in formal. He was hazily looking into the school while trying to calm down from his panting. When he caught eye with you, he beamed into a wide smile and waved at you, trying to get your attention.  
"Is this Joahn's uncle?" You murmured to yourself as his visual doesn't matched up to what you imagine. You gestured for him to wait outside while you hurried back to check for the update from Joahn's mummy.
There was nothing in the inbox.
This means you can't give Joahn to him even if he is his uncle. Because that's the protocols to take and also for the safety of the child. You picked up the phone to called Joahn's mummy but to no avail, so you have no choice but to head outside and let him know.
You put Joahn down on the reception sofa so you can go out to let his uncle know the situation.
"Hi, you're?" you asked, a little embarrass because you're 98% sure he is Joahn's uncle. They kinda look alike when they smiled, their big grinning smile and the cheek dimples that you find so adorable about. But protocols and safety are the upmost priority, so for that 2% you just got to be sure.
"Hi, I'm Joahn's uncle." He answered, almost whispering as he doesn't want to wake Joahn.
"Oh, hi! Erm… but sorry. I can't hand Joahn over to you as his parent haven't send in the necessary documents."
There was a slight paused.
"Could you give Joahn's parent a call? I tried calling but no one is picking up."
Without much words, he pull out his phone and pressed the screen. After what seems like 10 over missed call,
"Why did you call so many times! Have you pick Joahn up?" You could hear the shouting on the other side of the phone clearly, almost as if they were there physically there.
"No! You dumbass, didn't send in my documents and I’ve called you like a million times! Now it's already 6:40pm, the school was supposed to closed 10mins ago!" He shouted in a whisper. You can't help but smile at the sibling's bickering. It reminds you of you and your siblings.
After a while he hung up the phone and looked at you, apologetic. "Hey teacher…." There was a paused again, as he wasn't sure of your name. " erm..could you check your inbox again? My sister said she sent it just now, but it didn't get through and now it did."
"Oh, ok. It's Teacher y/n, by the way." you smiled at him as you turn to check your inbox.
He is now 100% Joahn's uncle, with authorised pick up and his details sitting in your inbox.
You hurdle Joahn's bag in one hand and scoop him up in your arms as gently as you can and walked towards the glass door.
Passing his uncle the bag, you asked him to sign the authorised letter. You find yourself admiring him. He has a neatly styled brown hair with his fringe falling in front slightly parted, a high nose bridge and a smiley eye that gives off that shy, yet confident look. Don't even know if you make sense but at that instant, he looked up, anyone could tell that you're totally sweep off your feet by him.
"Ahem" He coughed, bring you back to earth. "Here you go. I'm sorry for all this delay, causing you to end work late." He apologised as he passed you the signed letter and carefully carried Joahn over from your arms.
You didn’t notice that little smile on his face when he caught you looking at him.
Joahn fidgeted because of the switched and he peeped open his eye,
He stared at this new warmth for a while "Uncle Kih….." He called out sleepily, as he hugs him tightly and fell back asleep into his arms.
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quokkalatte · 5 years
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Mixtape pt. 4 [M.YG]
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Part 4
Category: One Shot series
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female!Reader
Summary: Living as an aspiring rap artist in Seoul, all you want to do is work on your music and try to get your name out there. Of course when you have someone as annoying and spiteful as Min Yoongi makes that extremely difficult. Until he decides to help you out.
Warnings: smut, language, some Namjoon action (which ofc is a warning cause oof), angry Yoongi, alcohol consumption, perhaps some angst but not really
Warnings for this chapter: Honestly none except slight mentions of sex
Author's Note:so sorry it took so long to get his out thank you for being patient ♡ this chapter is short. Like really short but I'll try to make the next one longer ~ Autumn
Tags; @notsolovelykarsyn @psychoticshawtyy
Cannot tag: @deesixx2801
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It was like clockwork, waking up again and feeling angry and bitter at myself. Making myself something to drink and brooding and contemplating telling Yoongi not to come, tell him I'm sick. Any excuse not to see him again.
I sat on the couch, staring at Yoongi's contact, chewing my lip. I pressed his contact and texted him.
Me: don't come today, I've come down with something
Jerk: OK
I sighed, putting my phone down, going to take a long shower and try and get over the pounding in my skull, drinking was never a good idea. I undressed, stepping into the shower and allowing the steaming water to pour down my body, my eyes closing in content. I lathered myself in soap and wrapped myself in a towel, ruffling my hair with another to dry it faster. A faint knock had me frowning, dropping the towel I was drying my hair with I quickly adjusted the one covering my body, making sure I was appropriately covered, I went to the door, checking the peep hole and nearly yelped in shock.
Yoongi stood outside the door, container in hand and two drinks in another. His blonde hair was tousled and he was peering down the hall at something, scratching at his neck for a moment, pushing the grey goodie he wore for better access. I let out a short gasp. I told him I was sick! What was he still doing here? I backed away, from the door, eyeing it like it was deadly or toxic.
"Open the door Y/n I know you aren't still asleep, you texted me 30 minutes ago" Yoongi's aggregated voice came from the other side of the door. I swallowed and glared
"I told you I was sick Yoongi"
"And? Just let me in please your druggy neighbor keeps peeking at me and it's unnerving" he says, the last part fading into a whisper. I groan, pulling the door open, and Yoongi steps in quickly. He freezes once he sees my attire. Color floods his pale cheeks, and I blush darkly. "Uh, did I interrupt something?"
"N-No I just got done showering. I wasn't expecting you to still come" I mumble, excusing myself to dress, leaving Yoongi in my living room. I quickly pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants. I found him peering around my desk, and I clear my throat, and he turns to me. "Finished?" He asked and I roll my eyes.
"I still don't know why you're here, I told you not to come"
"I was already on my way when I got your text, and it wouldn't be the first time I've been around you when you're ill" he prompts, walking over to my kitchen island and setting the box and drink tray down.
"Have you considered maybe I don't want to see you?"I snap, fed up with him already. Memories of last night kept swimming in a haze, the alcohol making it dim to remember everything, but I understood the jist of watching Yoongi stick his tongue down some girl's throat and going to bed with her.
"Have you worked on a song yet?"
He completely ignored my question, opening the box and the tempting smell of sushi wafted towards me. I folded my arms, and huff
"You didn't answer my question"
"You didn't answer mine" he smirks, plucking a sushi roll and plopping into his mouth. "I brought you some too come eat" he mumbles, his cheeks puffed as he chewed. I growl in frustration and take one. "Well?"
"Yes I've worked on the song" I grumble, remembering the furious drunk scribbling I did last night in anger. Yoongi swallowed, taking a drink from his cup and dusted his hands on his pants.
"Let's see then" he asks, and I walk over to my desk and snatch the papers and handed them to him. He raised his eyebrows at me, before scanning the angry lyrics. I knew what they were, those were the one thing I remember about last night. The lyrics spoke of harsh love, love that wasn't reciprocated and the pain of having to watch him move about and not do anything about it. I suddenly realized the inspiration of the song was reading it, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth formed the words. I grew nervous, wanting to know what was running through his head. He read through them twice before handing them back to me.
"They're very meaningful, full of emotion. I'd tweak the grammar a bit and take out a couple of repitions" he says, but his mouth moved as if he wanted to ask something else. His tone was guarded and he took another sushi roll and chewed it. I nod, returning the paper to the desk. The silence that followed was awkward. Yoongi wanted to ask something, I could see it in his eyes. It did nothing more than agitate my already hostile mood with him. He chewed the sushi in silence, eyeing me as I watched cars come and go out the window above my desk. It got to much.
"Just ask what you want to ask Yoongi" I sigh, turning to look at him. He seemed embarrassed that I had caught him, but as he eyed me, his nervousness quickly snapped and he spoke.
"Is the song about the guy you're with?" He asks, tone cold and judging.
"What guy?" I frown at him, halfly with exasperation
"The Panda Express guy" he said impatiently, like I was an idiot of some sort. My eyes widened and a blush rose on my cheeks.
"I'm not seeing the Panda Express guy Yoongi" I growl.
"Are you sure?" His tone mocking.
"Positive."
"Then what are the looks he gives you every time we go out after a session?"he accuses. I groan, this boy. He acts almost like he's jealous. Which couldn't be true considering the activities he had partaken in merely 12 or so hours ago.
"That's what they are Yoongi. Looks. He kept trying to ask me out but I turned him down. He thinks we have something special after we drunkenly kissed at a friends party over a year ago" I scoff. Yoongi squinted at me, trying to see if I was telling the truth.
"Jimin?" I groan, wanting to strangle him.
"Just a friend"
"You sure?" His tone was sharp "you seemed awful cozy last night"
"Dammit Yoongi I don't like Jimin! I don't like the Panda Express guy! I've never done more than kiss a guy so stop treating me like I'm some common whore" I yell, fists clenching in anger. Yoongi blinked, taken aback my my outburst. He looked guilty for a split second, and he eyed me. I blushed, realizing I had admitted my viginity to a guy who had probably taken many.
"You've never had sex?" He asks after a pause. I turn my eyes to the ground, not meeting his gaze
"No. Never found a guy I liked enough to do things with" I mumble. I didn't like the silence. That all that seemed to be happening were bouts of awkward and tension-filled silence. I just wish he'd speak. Yoongi was always bad with words, except when he was rapping. Then he could spit out words faster than I could comprehend.
"Neither have I" I was caught in my thoughts that I almost missed him saying it. I looked at him, and he looked back. This pissed me off. I balled my fists, walking over to him, and grabbed him by his hoodie. He yelped as I dragged him towards the door. The shock must have allowed me to do so, considering Yoongi was taller than me and more built. I shoved him towards the door.
"Get out" I snap. "I don't want you here again. If all you're going to do is patronize me and slut shame me and tell lies then I don't want you here. Ever" Yoongi sputtered at me
"What are you-"
"No!" I cut him off "you don't get to listen to me announce my intact viginity only for you to reply with you haven't had sex either" I growl, pointing my finger in his face.
"I havent-"
"Liar! You had your tongue down some poor girls throat just last night! I saw you so I dare you to deny it" I hiss. He swallowed cautiously.
"I won't deny it, but I didn't have sex with her" I snort and he glared at me. "it's true. I was going to, but I stopped. I always stop. I can't bring myself to do it" he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. I frown, not fully believing him. He always had girls at parties, every single time. He'd take a girl upstairs, and now he's trying to say he's never slept with them? I was doubtful.
"Why do you stop? They're pretty and eager" I ask
"Because I don't like them. I don't want to have sex with someone I don't care about. It needs to mean something." He says. I study him before replying. He seemed honest and genuine, I didn't see a trace of a lie on his features. My next question I knew would anger him, it was a touchy subject, but I couldn't deny my jealousy that wiggled it's way into my head.
"The girl in the song you wrote for, is she special?" I ask. Yoongi's gaze was intense, and I had to will myself not to look away. I stared into his brown eyes as he spoke.
"More than she could possibly know" he says, his voice low and calm. The air sparked with a new kind of tension, created from his words and gaze. It sent pickles of emotion up my spine and caused a round of goose bumps to grace my arms. The jealousy egged me on, I wanted to know more about this girl that apparently plagued his thoughts enough to have a song written for her. Did she know about the crush Yoongi was harboring so deeply for her? Maybe not, or they'd be together already.
I didn't realize how close Yoongi was to me. His face hovered inches away from mine. I could feel the exhaled breath fan across my face and the heat his skin put off warm the air between us. It chilled me, him being so close and my cheeks spread with warmth as I realized he hadn't broken eye contact. He licked his lips, and leaned forward just slightly, his breath setting me aflame.
The loud sound of a phone ringing caused us to jump. Yoongi stumbled back into the door and I turned to find the offending noise. Yoongi phone was vibrating and ringing nest to the food and drinks. I tried to still my rapid hear beating as Yoongi quickly walked over to it, picking it up and answering it.
"Hello?" His voice was higher pitched and his cheeks were flushed pink. Incomprehensible words came from the other side. Yoongi hummed "okay I'm in my way. Try to get him not to move it" he says and hangs up. He glanced at me "I need to go"
"What happened?" I ask, instantly worried. He wrinkled his nose
"Namjoon's roommate, Seokjin, got his hand caught in the sink. Reached down to grab something and it got stuck. I need to go help get it out while Namjoon panics unnecessarily" he says. I open my mouth to respond, to tell him I wanted to come, but he was already out the door with a quick slam and a rushing sound of clothing, leaving me alone and confused.
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